#there's also still the bathtub to resurface

[cesium-sheep]

it requires more social energy from me for arin to call rather than just being here, and she's called 3 times in 4 days, and mom called today too, and I'm still working out the balance for how socially present I should be for matt, and I think I'm just kind of overwhelmed right now.

he asked me if I want to do anything for thursday and I was confused, it genuinely didn't occur to me that he might get The national holiday off. I was explaining a post about kanji and I miss learning languages. vocab was always my weak point anyway.

I think sometime this week I will try walking to a nearby card shop with a resume to ask if they want help organizing things. I'm basically done with my work on the apartment at least until the rotary auction, and I don't seem to like cross stitch all that much right now because tying threads on and off makes me fussy. I'd like to make arin's pin before we go visit her, and I'd like to start on socks at some point in the near future just to prevent a repeat of last year. I need to adjust the toe marks, they were a bit too pointy. I also need to make the grand spreadsheet and decide who's the highest priority for different/extra stuff. but everything's at a point where using up one day of energy per week on paid outside work should be doable. (although a day's worth of energy is probably only a half day in hours. depending on what I'm doing and where.)

[temis-de-leon]

He has a nightmare where he rejected you

Characters: Levi and Satan (x gn!reader, separately)

Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

Main Masterlist

A/N: not very satisfied with this one, but I don't want to get stuck in writer's block forever. I will revisit this in the future to improve it, but, until then, I hope you enjoy it <3

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Leviathan – He didn’t think he deserved you

Companionship from him was hard to earn; not due to pickiness, but rather fear.

Would you make fun of him when you discovered the things he liked? Would you call him a pathetic, sad excuse of a demon?

He wasn’t embarrassed about his passions, mind you; in fact, he was quite proud of them, but he knew an otaku like him wasn’t considered as attractive or interesting as others with more… normie preferences.

Take Asmo, who knew how to talk to people and profited from his appearance; or Beel, who knew how to keep his muscles; or Lucifer, whose presence was enough to call for everyone’s attention.

He couldn’t hold a candle to them, as much as the knowledge pained him, and he was sure you thought the same.

How else would you feel? You, a human suddenly lost in the Devildom with no way of surviving but proving your wit and your strength. You, who fought with tooth and nails to stand your ground and still acted with kindness towards him, paying attention to his rants, asking out of pure curiosity, keeping track of the passwords…

Falling for you came immediately after you became his best friend, but Levi couldn’t lie to himself.

There wasn’t a way in hell, heaven or earth where a possible reciprocation wasn’t fuelled by pity, no matter how much you tried to convince him otherwise.

He closed the door of his room again, keeping everyone out, hoping that if he couldn’t see your lovesick gaze anymore, then you’d find someone fitter and more deserving.

The thought pained him to no end, but really.

Levi couldn’t lie to himself.

His chest hurt, no wonder. The shape of his clothes was imprinted on his skin, sternum and ribs aching with each breath after hours of sleeping on the edge of the bathtub. He thought he’d also twisted his wrist for a moment, but the pain just came from the weight of his torso resting on top of it for who knows how long.

Levi slowly blinked as he started to wake up, a pool of drool drying next to where his head had previously been and his mouth completely dry in return, the taste of something stale and unsavoury covering his tongue.

There was a water bottle on one of the glass tables, his headphones and a half-full glass of soda, but his DDD was on the floor with his jacket. He saw a blanket there too and your scent reached him like a siren’s song.

Groaning at the rigidness of his muscles, quickly embarrassed once more of his unfit body, he pushed himself out of the bathtub and tried not to trip on the clutter around the room. Most things were his, obviously, but he also found some of your clothes and even a pair of shoes and your backpack, covered in custom pins he’d carefully designed just for you.

The image of his door closing and leaving you out of his life resurfaced in his brain. What else could it have been if not a nightmare? While he was perfectly aware you were way out of his league, Levi was also conscious about his sin and about how weak he was under its power. There was no way he would’ve survived seeing you with someone else, let alone after confessing your love to him.

Noticing your absence with a sudden wave of nausea, he wondered for a horrible second if he’d talked during his sleep and woken you up with nonsense and rejection, but there was no way you would’ve left him for that, right? You would’ve woken him up instead, offering words of comfort and reasoning.

Him knowing that fact was the main evidence of how ridiculous the nightmare was.

How could he ever forget dating you, if just for a few seconds after waking up in pure stupor? As though your mere presence in his life didn’t change him; could he ever fool himself into thinking he could go on without the chance of being with you? His dream self may have been idiotic enough to believe so, but he knew better.

Levi would never let you go.

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Satan – He didn’t realise how deep he’d fallen

He wouldn’t describe himself as superficial.

Feeling wasn’t a foreign experience; hell, he was doomed to feel, but there was so much he could understand about emotions.

Why did there have to be so many layers?

Asmo fawned over himself, rejoicing in who he was, yet he couldn’t bring himself to show how deep his mind and heart could reach.

Diavolo, so prepared for political business, yet so unsure at matters of the heart, abandoned and lonely.

You, so obviously afraid of your new surroundings, yet unwilling to bend your knee and show weakness.

Himself, falling for you slowly without either of you realising. He cared for you with what he knew was fondness, respect and appreciation. After all, given everything you’d done for him and his family, there was no other way he could look at you.

You confessed to him one day out of the blue, hope in your eyes, and his heart skipped a bit; but what if that flutter wasn’t enough? What if he was reaching too far, anticipating a chapter that would never be written?

Over time, the warmth in his chest turned bitter and electric, not stimulating anymore, but painful.

Yet, he smiled at you.

How confusing.

What a stupid mistake he had made.

You weren’t with him when he opened his eyes, which only fuelled the anger his dream had caused. Frustration at the cycle, always returning to the comfort of his sin, and fear upon your absence.

The swaying towers of books covered the window and cast shadows where they weren’t supposed to be, taunting him with the presence of someone else just as he was coming to terms with the lack of your company. His stretched arm, searching for your touch, slowly returned to him and pulled him deeper under the covers.

He still felt the goodnight kiss you had given him hours ago lingering on his lips, but it wasn’t that what helped settle his uncontrolled mind.

No.

Satan didn’t need reflection to know how much his soul yearned for yours. Although intimidated by the intensity of it, he wasn’t afraid to show just how much he loved you. Also, he would be caught dead before rejecting an idea due to a lack of perspective. Exploring your relationship had been his favourite subject by far, after all.

He knew that, had his rejection been real, his dreams would’ve been filled with the never-ending hope in your eyes and his willingness for more instead.

What he had with you in what he knew was the undeniable reality, was what he would always want in any other.

He may not understand the strength of your love and all that came in between, but wasn’t that what made it all that exciting?

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion

[corpocyborg]

Last Six Lines

Was tagged by @illusivesoul! (Thank you!!)

Tagging @merge-conflict, @luvwich, @another-corpo-rat, and @ghostoffuturespast!

Rules: Share the last 6 lines of any of your WIPs.

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Major spoilers for future chapters of Secure Your Soul. This is actually quite far in the future from where the main story line is in the published story thus far, so be warned if you dislike spoilers. It's also quite a bit more than six lines, but I felt any less context than this wouldn't quite make sense. Also the rules don't apply to me because I'm an invisible robot.

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"All right," Mosley finally said. He straightened his back and held his hand out to [V] with a nearly imperceptible smile. "Help us get to Cunningham, and you'll have what you need for your coup."

In the back of V's mind, Johnny's presence was getting louder. She couldn't make out any words, but there was no mistaking the source of that incessant subvocal noise. The omega-blockers shouldn't have been wearing off so soon, but he was always stronger when he was emotional. She'd expected he'd resurface at some point. Counted on it, in fact. She needed him awake for this.

She shook Mosley's hand. "It's a deal."

"Good, V. Good." He nodded briefly, then turned to leave. "I'll start the preparations."

"No," Johnny's voice breached her conscious awareness. It was barely above a whisper. "Fuck no."

The voice faded. Perhaps that was all he could manage?

She crossed her arms as she waited for Mosley to return. A cold draft had begun to seep into the room. That was good. Even the most penniless anarchist activists knew the importance of keeping cool while netrunning. If they couldn't afford the proper gear, they used a bathtub full of ice. At home and at the office, V had a special setup for the task, but naturally NetWatch was better equipped than she was. Evidentially, the whole room was designed to create the perfect environment. "FUCK. NO." After his mediocre earlier efforts, the sudden surge of sound and the accompanying rush of sensation caught her off guard. Suddenly, the cold of the room was biting instead of reassuring. She shivered uncontrollably as she heard him go on. "I'm not making contact with Alt just so you can sell her to NetWatch."

A hollow rage burst into being in the pit of her stomach. Johnny's rage. By now, she knew it as intimately as her own. She could read the curves and nuances like a digital lock could read a fingerprint. His anger reeked of desperation. She was still shivering, but she smiled. "It's cute how you think you have a choice."

[claudemblems]

Operation "Kiss the Girl" | Chapter 1: The First Date

Summary: With the help of Jade and Floyd, Ace and Deuce put the first step of their "Kiss the Girl" plan into motion. What better way to woo your true love than sharing a private candlelit dinner in the Mostro Lounge together?

Genre: Fem!Reader. Lots of pining. Fluff.

Notes: This is a long one at 2,891 words! I plan on writing at least two more parts after this, so stay tuned for them 💜

“Shrimpy’s in love with Azul?!”

The tweels stared slack-jawed at Ace and Deuce, wondering if this was some sort of prank they had the audacity to try to pull on them. Were they still angry about almost getting squeezed to death by Floyd during that whole contract debacle? Tsk, humans get so offended by everything. 

"She is!" Deuce exclaimed. "And the only way to turn her back to a human is to have Azul, her true love, kiss her within three days!"

"Hmm…" Jade tapped a finger against his chin. "Ace, Deuce, for your sakes, I hope you're telling us the complete truth. Otherwise, I'll have to use Shock the Heart on you."

"We swear, Jade-senpai!" Ace cried, slamming his hands on the table. "We didn't come all the way here to mess with you!"

"Please believe us. [Name] is in a dangerous situation right now because of our stupidity. We can't just leave her to stay a mermaid forever. We need your help."

In one last attempt to persuade the twins for help, Ace and Deuce got up from the booth and prostrated themselves on the floor of the Mostro Lounge. With their faces to the floor, both of them yelled simultaneously, "Please!"

The twins shared a look, debating if getting involved in such frivolous human affairs was worth their time. After several painstakingly long moments, they finally reached a consensus. 

"All right, we believe you, and we'll help you."

"Really?!"

"On one condition."

"Oh no," Ace groaned, earning a swift smack on the head from Deuce.

"There's no room for complaining! We promised to help [Name], so we have to see this through."

"Fine,” Ace sighed. “What's the condition?"

"That you'll help us help Azul confess his feelings to her."

"Sure! No problem! That will be easy—wait, confess his feelings?!"

"You haven't seen how Azul gives her those sickly sweet goo goo eyes?" Floyd sighed, rolling his eyes at the thought. "He's like a sea sponge that soaks up any kind of attention he gets from her."

"Wait a minute. So you're saying that their feelings are mutual?"

"It would seem so," Jade replied. "Ah, I do love a good story about sea-crossed lovers."

"Isn't it star-crossed...nevermind. Yes, we'll help you come up with a plan for him to confess to her!"

"Excellent. Go prepare [Name] for a romantic candlelit dinner tonight. We'll make sure Azul is dressed to impress."

"He's also gonna need some time to calm those nerves of his. He already turns into a tomato-faced mess when [Name] is mentioned~"

"Are you sure that you'll be able to convince him to have dinner with her?"

"Oh, don't worry," Jade answered, flashing a smile that showed off his sharp teeth. "We have our ways.”

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Earlier That Day

“Professor, what’s that?”

“It's a seashell necklace imbued with the voices of shapeshifting sirens,” Crewel answered Ace, leaning down beside the bathtub you were soaking in and clasping the jewelry around your neck. “It will allow her to return to her human form for a short while.”

“Professor, you’re amazing!”

“Don’t start flattering me yet, puppies,” Crewel replied sharply, shooting the duo another one of his infamous terrifying glares. “It can only hold its power for a limited amount of time. You’ll know it’s running low when scales begin to resurface on her skin. When that happens, come find me. I’ll restore its magical properties with a vial of a siren’s song.”

“Yes, sir!”

“And don’t think your idiocy will go unpunished. I’ll go easier on you for being so willing to help out your friend, but once she’s back to normal, I’m going to whip you both into shape.”

“Y-Yes, sir!”

“Now, I’ll be taking my leave. I’ll leave her care in your hands. Do not make me regret it.”

“We won’t let anything happen to [Name]!” Deuce promised.

“You can count on us!” Ace added.

“Good. Then I’ll be on my way.”

The three of you watched as Crewel gathered his things and wordlessly strolled out of Ramshackle Dorm. The atmosphere turned heavy as the realization of the impossible mission you all needed to accomplish finally dawned on you. But not one for reveling in misery, Ace was there to lighten the mood.

“Well, it’s time to work on getting [Name] her little smooch with Azul!”

“Y-You don’t have to put it like that, Ace!” you cried, hiding your flushed face in your hands. 

“Aw, is someone embarrassed? Are you going to turn as red as the Little Mermaid’s hair when he puckers his lips for you?”

“Keep up your shenanigans and I’ll let Jade and Floyd make a seafood meal out of you.”

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“Okay, I can do this. It’s no problem. I just have to act like myself. Don’t try too hard. Don’t fiddle with your tie. Don’t give yourself reasons to be nervous. This is perfectly fine. This is fine. I’m fine…NO, I’M NOT FINE AT ALL!!!”

Floyd cackled as Azul hid his face in his hands, the candlelight illuminating his flushed skin. “Aw, poor Azul’s heart isn’t prepared for his first date!”

“They grow up so fast,” Jade added, dabbing at his dry eyes with a handkerchief.

“Both of you, knock it off!” Azul cried, waving his hands in frustration. “You just dumped this on me out of nowhere! Who makes “date” plans for someone else, much less when it doesn’t even involve you?”

“If we left it to you, it would never happen.”

“You…You don’t know that!”

Jade and Floyd exchanged a look. 

“I think our boss here is in denial, Jade~”

“AM NOT!”

“You’re not helping your case, you know.”

“Ugh, just…leave me alone for a minute,” Azul pleaded, rubbing circles into his temples. “I need to compose myself before she gets here.”

And just as he finished speaking, a voice came echoing from the entrance of Mostro Lounge. 

“Jade-senpai, Floyd-senpai! [Name]’s here!”

“Well, that’s our cue,” Jade said, shooting a playful smile at an absolutely mortified Azul. “Floyd, let’s get some menus and lead [Name] to her seat.”

“Sure thing! Azul, you better be composed now~!”

The twins set off before he even had time to respond.

“Oh, Sevens,” Azul sighed, holding his head. “This isn’t going to go smoothly at all.” Why in Twisted Wonderland did he let the twins persuade him into doing this “date” nonsense in the first place? “It’ll be a great stress reliever.” “You deserve a break.” Yeah, right. Those two were planning something far more nefarious, and it frustrated Azul that he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

But all of his anger dissipated the moment his gaze fell on you.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight before him: you wore a beautiful light blue evening gown that draped over your shoulders, cascading onto the floor like ocean waves. Your hair was pinned up in an intricate hairstyle fixed in place with pearl-studded hair clips, and your makeup perfectly complemented your outfit’s ocean theme with varying shades of blue eyeshadow and coral-colored lipstick. And to tie the look together, your neck was adorned with a dazzling gold seashell necklace.

“Wow,” he breathed, too caught up in your beauty to hold back his awe. 

You flushed at his sincere reaction. “Is this too much? Vil and Rook insisted on doing my makeup for the occasion. They said it would be ‘good practice.’”

“It’s perfect,” Azul replied, offering you his hand. Though he was still feeling like a flustered mess on the inside, he would never allow himself to forget to treat you like a gentleman should. “Shall we?”

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To Azul’s surprise, the night was flying by, and his nervousness had completely vanished as if he'd never had it in the first place. Conversation with you was light and comfortable, but if he was being honest, he would have been perfectly content with just letting you talk the rest of the night away. He found your voice so soothing to listen to, and a part of him wondered if you’d managed to put him under some sort of a love spell. But he knew that you, of course, were a magicless human, and yet that only made Azul all the more entranced by you. 

“Thank you for having dinner with me, Azul,” you finally said, giving him a small smile.

“Of course,” Azul replied, wearing a smile of his own. “I should be thanking you as well. I would have asked you properly, but Jade and Floyd like to take matters into their own hands.”

“Just like Ace and Deuce. They seem to always make plans without asking for approval first.” You shook your head, laughing at the thought. “That’s what gets them into trouble all the time.”

“Yet here we are, enabling their behavior,” Azul sighed. “Still, I could never pass up an opportunity to be in your company. If I’m being honest…” A pink hue began to bloom on his porcelain cheeks, “you’re one of the few humans I feel like I can truly connect with. You know that I’m a reserved person, so trying to form friendships proves to be quite difficult for me. I’m out of my element when I’m not in the sea, which makes my attempts at fitting in even worse off. But with you…I forget about all of my shortcomings. I just enjoy being in your presence. So thank you, for all that you’ve done for me.”

Silence hung in the air for a few long moments before Azul’s face turned from a soft pink to a bright burning red. “I’m so sorry! I just started rambling and made everything awkward…Sevens, I don’t know what I’m even doing here—”

“Azul.”

Upon feeling the touch of your hand on his, he lifted his gaze to your face, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you wearing a warm smile. “I enjoy being in your company, too. I’ll always be here for you, whether you want to talk or get something off your chest. All you need to do is call my name and I’ll be there.”

“Oh,” he breathed, taken aback by your sincerity. “I mean, yes, thank you. You’re also welcome to come talk with me any time.”

“Good.”

The two of you finished up your dinner before your plates were taken away by Jade and Floyd (who wore suspicious grins on their faces, you noted). They returned with dessert for the last course, which you and Azul finished in a comfortable silence.

“Could I ask you something?” you asked after a while, fiddling with your hands in your lap. You’d been having so much fun on your “date” that you’d nearly forgotten you needed to win his affection. 

“Of course.”

“What do you think of the love story between the Little Mermaid and her prince?”

Azul’s eyes widened a fraction. “Hmm…I’ve never really thought about it. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. I watched the movie again recently with Ace and Deuce, but both of them thought it was overrated. “Too much romance, not enough action.” Honestly, there’s a reason those two don’t get girls.” Sorry, Ace and Deuce. This is just a little bit of revenge for what you’ve gotten me into.

“Hah, those two are too scatter-brained to get it. The movie is a classic! Who watches it and doesn’t like the romance?”

“Are you perhaps…a hopeless romantic, Azul?” 

The tips of Azul’s ears turned a deep shade of red as he quickly shook his head. “N-No, I just don’t like seeing fools criticize good films!” He sighed, straightening his tie (something he seemed to do when he was nervous, you realized). “But if you’re asking for my opinion, I think the love story between the Little Mermaid and the Prince is beautiful. It’s endearing to watch the mermaid try to express her feelings through fleeting touches, gentle gazes, and bright smiles. And watching the Prince slowly begin to fall in love with her is so heart-warming. You can tell he loves her for who she is. His heart is matched perfectly with hers, and his affection for her is unconditional. He helped save her life, after all, just like she saved his.”

“They really are so sweet, aren’t they?” you replied with a dreamy sigh. You held your head in your hand, gazing up fondly at Azul as he rambled on again. The way his eyes lit up when he recounted the mermaid and prince’s romance was unmistakable. It was almost like he craved for the same thing in his own life, like he’d spent endless nights wondering what it might feel like if someone loved him like that.

Just who was he imagining in those scenarios, though, you wondered. No. You shook your head. Don’t get cold feet now. You’re looking too far into this. He’s just talking about the movie, is all. But still, part of you couldn’t help but question if there was a hint of truth in what you thought.

“And the film shows the importance of an equal give and take in relationships. This ensures fairness and a win-win situation for both parties, no matter what obstacles await them in the future.” He’s talking about contractual obligations again, isn’t he? You laughed to yourself. He never changes.

“But I do admire the Little Mermaid’s devotion to the one she loves. To give up her whole life as a mermaid means letting go of a lot, but she sees a brighter future with her prince. I think everyone deserves to find that special person, just as my mother found my step-father.” A small smile appeared on his face, no doubt recalling happy memories. “To be with someone who wants nothing more than to remain at your side…what more could you possibly ask for?”

It was then that he realized he’d begun to ramble on again. “Oh, I really don’t know when to quit, do I?’

Well, now’s the time to test the waters.

Carefully, you placed your hand on top of Azul’s, noting how his cheeks flushed at the action. “You deserve that happiness. I hope you find it.”

Instead of crawling back into his shell, Azul surprised you by smiling in return, gazing at you fondly. He mirrored your gesture by placing his other hand on top of yours and sincerely answering, “I hope you find it, too.”

Now it was your turn to blush. 

But further conversation with him would have to wait. The shell’s power had begun to dwindle, causing your bright mermaid scales to reappear on your skin.

Shoot. I need to come up with an excuse to leave, and fast.

And as if they could read your mind, Jade and Floyd quickly came to your rescue.

“Azul, don’t you think it’s time to wrap things up for the night? I’m sure [Name] is quite tired, and there’s a mountain of paperwork waiting for you in your office.”

“Oh! You’re right. It’s late, isn’t it?” Azul glanced down at his watch. “I’m sorry for keeping you so long.”

“It’s no problem,” you replied. “I had a great time. Thank you for having me.”

“You will always be welcome here. Come by whenever you’d like. Your food and drinks will be completely free of charge.”

The statement was so out of character that it left yours, Jade’s, and Floyd’s mouths agape. Azul never offered anything for free, not without some sort of catch. But it seemed that he was being genuine with his words. At least, that’s what you thought.

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Within moments, Ace and Deuce returned to your side, thanking the trio before leading you back to Ramshackle Dorm.

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Even long after you’d left the lounge, Azul was staring off into the distance in a daze. He couldn’t hide the happiness that enveloped him like ocean waves. He was caught in your current, a single man enraptured by the siren that was destined to take him down with her. But he would willingly go wherever you wanted him to, even if it meant risking everything just for your love.

Floyd broke into laughter at the lovestruck look on his boss’ face. “If you like Shrimpy that much, why don’tcha tell her? She’s been giving you goo goo eyes all night long, too!” 

“Ah, young love. It’s a beautiful thing,” Jade chimed in, smirking when Azul’s face turned a lobster red.

“You both are insufferable,” he huffed, stomping off to his room. He’d had enough of the tweels for one night. But even if he escaped their teasing within the confines of his four walls, that didn’t mean he’d managed to calm himself down at all.

Falling asleep proved difficult when all he could think about was you. 

And across the college grounds, the same could be said for you, too. 

You had the most wonderful night spent at Azul’s side, but time was already running out. You’d nearly forgotten the purpose of going there in the first place. You didn’t need to fall even more in love with him. He needed to fall in love with you.

But you still had time to make this all work. That’s what you reminded yourself before your eyes finally slid shut, your dreams filled with memories of your romantic night. 

One day had passed. You only had two more remaining. 

[a1reglazesblog]

Is Tub Reglazing Right for You? Exploring the Pros and Cons

Why Homeowners Love Tub Reglazing

Reglazing is one of the most budget-friendly bathtub upgrade options. Replacing a tub often requires multiple days for removal, plumbing adjustments, new installation, and waterproofing. Reglazing, however, is completed in a single brief session, minimizing household disruption.

Tub reglazing is also a sustainable alternative that conserves resources, reduces landfill waste, and avoids manufacturing burdens. Refinishing utilizes the existing tub shell, diverting old fixtures from scrap yards. Opting for reglazing over replacement preserves raw materials and energy consumption. Tired of a sterile white tub? Bathtub reglazing Newark opens unlimited color options to match your unique personality and décor. Whether you prefer an antique clawfoot or modern frameless tub surround, reglazing provides affordability to try out these unique styles.

Limitations Homeowners Should Consider

Bathtub replacements generally offer longer-lasting performance ranging from 5-30 years for acrylic and enameled cast iron. Tub reglazing offers 1-5 years of warranty coverage. However, advancements in application methods, prep work, and epoxy-acrylic materials continue to improve longevity. If the underlying tub shell remains structurally sound without extensive cracking or rot, homeowners report well over a decade before reapplication needs. 

Although minor chips, scratches, and stains are easily addressed, reglazing cannot overcome foundational integrity issues if the original tub shell is extensively compromised. Large cracks and drainage issues often indicate replacement needs. If underlying damage remains unchecked, further decay and eventual leaks can still occur despite protective reglazing barriers.

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Reglazing requires thorough preparation and product usage mastery to achieve long-lasting, professional-quality results. Without proper training, you may risk problems like cracking, peeling, yellowing or uneven coverage. Hiring reputable specialists can give you peace of mind. Positive reviews, appealing before-and-after photos, and warranty inclusion act as markers of quality.

Important Considerations before Reglazing Your Bathtub

Prior to investing in any tub resurfacing, carefully inspect for cracks in underlying enamel or fiberglass material. The extent of damage will determine whether you should replace or reglaze the tub. Document and point out existing chips or scratches to gauge manageability.

Cost alone shouldn't dictate your reglazing decision. When choosing a reglazing contractor, compare factors like years in business, training certifications, and insurance policies. Look for specialists with robust online photo galleries showing the scope of past jobs. Reputable reglazers stand behind work confidently with multi-year guarantees.

Bottom Line

When renovating a bathroom, refinishing an outdated but structurally sound bathtub using modern tub reglazing techniques can save thousands over replacement. Just ensure the existing tub is assessed beforehand and an experienced contractor is hired for the job. When executed properly, reglazing provides a like-new tub visual at a fraction of the investment in a similar 10-15 year lifespan. Your bathtub can once again become the beautiful centerpiece of your dream bathroom.

[groutwork]

Exploring the Unanticipated Advantages Associated with Bath Resurfacing in Terms of Health and Safety Aspects

Is your bathroom in need of a facelift? Before ripping out tiles and replacing fixtures, consider the unexpected benefits of bath resurfacing. Not only does this process breathe new life into your bathroom, but it also brings health and safety advantages that might take time to become apparent. This article explores the often-overlooked aspects of health and safety associated with bath resurfacing.

The Surprising Impact on Indoor Air Quality

Regarding home improvements, indoor air quality is only sometimes top of mind. However, bath resurfacing can significantly impact the air you breathe within your home. Old and worn-out bath fixtures often harbour mould, mildew, and other allergens. These can be released into the air, causing respiratory issues and other health concerns.

These potential hazards are effectively sealed during the resurfacing process, preventing them from contaminating the indoor air. People with respiratory diseases like allergies or asthma would especially benefit from this increase in air quality. By opting for bath resurfacing, you are revitalising your bathroom aesthetically and creating a healthier living environment for you and your family.

Slip Resistance for Enhanced Safety

Bathrooms are notorious for being slippery spaces, posing a risk, especially for young children and seniors. Traditional materials used in bathtub construction can become smooth and slippery over time, increasing the likelihood of accidents. Bath resurfacing, however, provides an opportunity to introduce modern slip-resistant coatings.

These specialist coatings lower the chance of slips and falls, improving bathroom safety. Applying these coatings during the resurfacing process transforms your bathtub into a safer space, promoting the well-being of everyone in your household. This safety improvement is a valuable yet unexpected benefit of choosing bath resurfacing over a full replacement.

Environmentally Friendly Alternative

In today's world, environmental considerations play a crucial role in decision-making. Opting for bath resurfacing is more environmentally friendly than the extensive process of replacing fixtures. Replacing an entire bathtub involves the disposal of the old unit, contributing to landfill waste and environmental strain.

Bath resurfacing minimises this environmental impact by refurbishing existing fixtures instead of discarding them. This sustainable approach not only reduces waste but also conserves valuable resources. By choosing resurfacing, you contribute to a greener planet while still achieving the desired aesthetic improvements in your bathroom.

Cost-Effective Solutions for Every Budget

While the health and safety benefits of bath resurfacing are compelling, the financial aspect is equally noteworthy. Opting for resurfacing over replacement can significantly lower your overall project costs. This cost-effectiveness extends beyond the initial investment, as resurfacing also helps save money on potential future repairs and maintenance.

This affordability makes bath resurfacing an accessible option for many budgets. Homeowners can allocate their savings to other essential aspects of home improvement or even indulge in additional upgrades. Bath resurfacing is a prudent choice for those searching for economical solutions without compromising quality.

In summary, the unexpected health and safety benefits associated with bath resurfacing make it a compelling choice for homeowners seeking to rejuvenate their bathrooms. The advantages extend beyond mere aesthetics, from improving indoor air quality to enhancing slip resistance and promoting environmental sustainability. Furthermore, resurfacing's affordability guarantees that a wide range of households can take advantage of these advantages.

So, before you embark on an extensive bathroom renovation project, consider the often-overlooked advantages of bath resurfacing. Not only will you transform the look and feel of your bathroom, but you'll also be making a conscious choice for your household's health, safety, and well-being. For those searching for grouting services near me, exploring bath resurfacing options might lead to a surprising array of benefits for your home.

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Anew Surface: Bathtub Refinishing in Greater Cincinnati

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Refinishing your tub with Anew Surface is a cost-effective alternative to replacement. It saves you money, time, and the environment by reducing landfill waste.

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[korrectgeneralcontracting]

Transform Your Bathroom: A Guide to Remodeling Without Altering Interior Design

Introduction

Remodeling your bathroom can breathe new life into your home, enhancing both its aesthetics and functionality. However, what if you love the existing interior design and want to preserve its essence? Fortunately, it's possible to revamp your bathroom without sacrificing its original charm. In Fort Worth, TX, bath remodeling experts and remodelers understand the delicate balance between preserving interior design and upgrading key elements. This article outlines creative ways to remodel your bathroom without changing its interior design, with a focus on bath remodeling in Fort Worth, TX.

Update Fixtures and Hardware

One of the most effective ways to refresh your bathroom without altering the interior design is by updating fixtures and hardware. Faucets, showerheads, towel racks, and cabinet handles can be replaced with modern alternatives that complement the existing design. For example, if your bathroom has a vintage theme, choose fixtures with a classic design that retains the original ambiance while offering improved functionality.

Resurface and Refinish

Rather than completely replacing surfaces, consider resurfacing and refinishing options. If your bathroom features a charming claw-foot bathtub or an elegant vanity, these pieces can be revitalized through professional refinishing services. This preserves their unique character while giving them a fresh, polished look.

Enhance Lighting

Lighting can dramatically impact the ambiance of your bathroom. By upgrading lighting fixtures and adjusting their placement, you can create a more inviting and well-lit space. Pendant lights, wall sconces, and vanity lighting can be chosen to align with your bathroom's existing interior design, while still providing a brighter, more modern atmosphere.

Incorporate Functional Storage

Storage is a key aspect of any bathroom, and enhancing it can be a great way to remodel without altering the interior design. Add open shelving or cabinets that blend seamlessly with the existing décor. By selecting materials and finishes that complement the space, you'll maintain the original design while gaining valuable storage solutions.

Refurbish the Flooring

Flooring can significantly impact the overall look of your bathroom. Consider refurbishing the existing floor by cleaning, refinishing, or even adding a new layer. If you're seeking a change, opt for tiles or patterns that harmonize with the current design scheme. By matching the flooring style, you can achieve a fresh appearance without compromising the interior design.

Update Paint and Color Palette

A simple yet effective way to remodel your bathroom without changing its interior design is by updating the paint and color palette. Choose hues that enhance the existing design while providing a modern touch. Whether it's adding an accent wall or selecting complementary colors, the right paint can rejuvenate the space.

Accessorize Thoughtfully

Accessories play a crucial role in a bathroom's overall look. By strategically incorporating accessories that align with the existing interior design, you can subtly refresh the space. Consider adding decorative mirrors, artwork, or unique soap dispensers that enhance the bathroom's aesthetic while maintaining its original charm.

Upgrade Energy-Efficient Fixtures

Bath remodeling in Fort Worth, TX, also includes the consideration of energy-efficient fixtures. Swap out older, energy-draining fixtures for eco-friendly alternatives that not only modernize the bathroom but also contribute to sustainability. Choose fixtures that match the interior design while offering the benefits of reduced energy consumption.

Consider Tub-to-Shower Conversion

If your bathroom features a bathtub that is rarely used, consider a tub-to-shower conversion. This can free up space and provide a more contemporary look. By selecting a shower design that complements the existing interior, you can create a seamless transition that maintains the bathroom's original aesthetics.

Conclusion

Remodeling your bathroom without changing the interior design is an art that requires a delicate balance between preserving the past and embracing the future. In Fort Worth, TX, experienced bath remodeling experts and remodelers understand the unique demands of such projects. By following the tips mentioned above and collaborating with professionals who specialize in bath remodeling in Fort Worth, TX, you can achieve a bathroom transformation that retains the essence of your interior design while infusing it with new life and functionality.

[kyglow]

scrunching up his face and cocking his head back when expressing visible doubt to her claim as he only perceived and assumed she was poor yet it wasn't a fact to him with atlas not wanting to continuously engage at taking jabs at her even though it was fun it was getting tiresome at this point however he couldn't care less if she wanted to put him down as it was justified from her perspective, however, he couldn't help but find her bad rebellious attitude to be very attractive as she was different to the other people he'd date as kaiya seemed to make the lively conversation ripe with vitriol to be fun. unable to hold back his laughter or suppress his amused smirk when eyebrows shot up in reaction to her referring to him as a ' pussy ' when she defended herself. " little known fact about life is it's better to be a fake than to show people the real you that way no one can ever hurt you much like how you're hurting now. " playfully he pouted his lips only for his playful smug smirk to resurface on his lips. " i don't know if i've seen the real you yet but i have to admit i'd love to see it if this is only but a taste. " intentionally flirting with her as he had a cocky expression. wriggling his eyebrows as he was aware that he may have been corny yet he wasn't going to hold himself back with her since her words did seem to resonate with him in particular about being the real ' you ' .

once more he was unable to stifle in his laughter as hand would lift to cover his amused smirk. " yes that was my goal to scare and intimidate you. you know you may act all tough but i am sure i could actually scare you. " stirring with confidence although his tone was hardly ripe with disdain or frustration feeling more a surge of excitement. eyes glinting with intrigue wandered down her figure studying her before lifting up his gaze to lock directly with her own. " it's okay to get a little filthy sometimes and i haven't been dirty in a while so i am thinking why not have a little fun with that cunt of yours. " it wasn't intended to come off as mean spirited yet he couldn't help but slightly demean her however it wasn't something to be ashamed off as atlas was still intending to go through with the deal eager to fuck her however he was too arrogant to sink himself to her level as he hardly had any form of humility. calmly he smiled as eyes watched carefully once she swiped the bag filled with product from his hand and proceeded to roll up a dollar bill and use that item to snort a line of coke. it seemed rather profoundly attractive how she did all that before his eyes without any regrets.

he didn't answer any of her queries immediately as eventually, his gaze would lower. leaning off the door his hand reached for the doorknob to quickly and discreetly lock it. slowly he made his way towards her. " i prefer to not look at your face while we fuck so it's all good with me. " assuring her and fulfilling her wishes. rolling his eyes he laughed. " yeah it's not a kink. i just don't want you to be nice to me is all besides it's not like you're suddenly gonna go sweet on me just cause i gave you a handout. " he teased when glancing back at her shooting her a devilish smirk. leaning over the bathroom sink he would also do a line snorting it with a plastic straw. scrunching his nose when leaning up he rubbed his nose and fluttered his eyelids in reaction to the tingling sensation of the drug providing him with a high. he then stumbled towards the bathtub and took a seat next to her. " yeah. i really want to devour your ass and then i want to fuck it cause i am actually a huge kiss ass in my life. " he scoffed in reaction to his joke however he was partially serious about his intentions. " when you're ready just um bend yourself over the sink and we'll get started. " his words slightly slurred as the high took over. he licked his lips while squinted dazed eyes stared straight ahead.

"I'm not poor, you fucking idiot."Kaiya said rather annoyed. Maybe she wasn't as rich as he was, but Kaiya lead a very nice life, her parents were able to give her anything her heart pleased and more with their music careers. But he was just trying to annoy her, get under her skin and his attempts to offend her were lame. "No, everyone thinks you're a fucking pussy for being a fake you. On the other hand, I'm being a real me, and people respect me for it."she scoffed, he was such a pain in the ass but she also enjoyed being exactly the same to him.

Hearing him openly threaten her that if she tries to expose him and ruin his reputation, he'd make her regret it, Kaiya had to laugh. "You sound so pathetic right now. If your goal was to scare me, you fucking failed, loser."Kai grumbled and snickered at him. Oh he was really taking it one step too far with every word he said, and that little kiss sent her way along with a wink made her wish to smack him across the face. "Just a reminder, you want to fuck this cunt tonight as well, so do not fool yourself."she scoffed. As he finally caved in and fetched the bag of white substance, Kaiya looked at him carefully before taking it. "As I said, you want to fuck me. I can live with that, as long as I'm bent over to not look at your face."she teased with a snicker. Fetching some of the product to form a line on the edge of the sink, she glanced his way. "You like being humiliated by women? It's okay, I don't kink shame."she laughed and took a dollar bill from her back pocket to roll it up. "How you wanna fuck me, though? You kind of look like an ass type of guy. Am I right, or am I right?"Kaiya asked with a chuckle and finally snorted in the drug, letting out a satisfied hum and pinching her nose. "Oh wow, this is some good shit."she hummed with a smile and sat onto the edge of the bathtub to let the drugs take its course.

[cesium-sheep]

also the bathtub is Already flaking again so my suspicions that the texture was still wrong were correct even though it is at least different from the last wrong resurfacing. I have permission to just do it myself next time if it gets too bad (which it will, but she wants to keep hoping it won't)

[hollandorks]

domesticity--motn oneshot

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

a/n: time for another motn oneshot! This is set after chapter 31 but before the epilogue. It’s also set after the “partners” oneshot (but you don’t need to read that to understand this one!) This is just pure, unadulterated fluff. Get your toothbrushes ready, it’s going to give you cavities. 

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The song I listened to when writing this chapter is The Lament of Eustace Scrubb by The Oh Hellos (mostly for the overall vibes!) 

Series Masterlist

word count: 3300

It was the middle of the night in early December. 

Y/n was wide awake, curled in front of a roaring fire in the living room with a new book, waiting for Bruce to get home from his nightly patrol. 

It was still early, not quite two AM, still hours from Bruce being back. Even with the freezing rain outside, he still patrolled every night. He was adamant that winter was worse–longer nights made for more crime while the cold and snow made for more desperate people, hoping not to starve or freeze. 

Y/n was working on her own way to help–her budding restaurant, still as yet unnamed, a way to pay it forward and have a small homeless shelter all at once. She was going to feed, clothe, and house people as much as she could. In fact, she had just found the perfect building–two buildings next to each other, actually–in the heart of Gotham. She couldn’t wait for Bruce to get home so she could show him the listing. The place was a bargain, actually, long abandoned and rotting. But the less they spent on purchasing it, the more they could spend making it perfect. 

There was a loud clang from the general vicinity of the basement. 

Y/n frowned. It was too early for Bruce to be back yet. 

Unless something had happened. 

She tried not to panic as she set her book aside and hurried in the direction of their bedroom. 

She ran smack into Bruce, who was stepping into the hallway from downstairs. The cowl was off, the tips of his hair wet and turning to ice, drops of ice covering the armor he was still wearing. 

She immediately looked him over head to toe, worried he would be bleeding out. 

“Bruce?” she asked carefully. He usually stayed out until at least four, but sometimes six or seven if it was a busy night. Two AM was too early. Much too early. 

A shudder went through him at his name. His eyes met hers but they were distant. Cold. He was still in Batman mode. But usually he didn’t come upstairs in the armor. 

“Are you hurt?” she asked, hands already on him, fingers searching the places between armor plates for blood or bullet holes. 

He shook his head. “Not–not bad,” he amended after a second. “Might have cracked a rib.” 

“Not bad?” she said. “A cracked rib is not great.” She would know. Her ribs had been broken at the gala, and she was just now getting to where it didn’t hurt to stretch in certain ways. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

He was covered in ice, melting quickly now, and mud. She wanted to ask what happened, but knew he needed time to switch back into Bruce. He’d gently explained it to her, a couple of weeks after their first date, that he wanted to share things with her but that he needed a little time when he first got back. He said it was like shedding a skin every night. He took off the armor and wrote out his thoughts while reviewing the footage from the night. He needed to process everything, to let himself think, to let Bruce Wayne resurface slowly. 

Bruce let her lead him into their bathroom. She gently helped him remove the armor, promising in a murmur to clean it later, while she let the bathtub fill with hot water. 

There was something almost haunted in his expression. Something bad had definitely happened. She swallowed hard. Her heart broke for him. 

She slipped his shirt over his head. There was a chill coming off of his skin, icy water dripping from his hair into his eyes and over his bare shoulders. 

His left side was already turning purple. “We should have someone look at this,” she said softly. She went to unbutton his pants but he caught her wrists in his freezing fingers. 

She stared up at him, at that terrible look in his eyes. She grabbed his wrists in turn so they were holding on to each other. “What do you need?” she asked. 

“Just–stay,” he whispered. His eyes closed and he lowered his head until their foreheads touched. “Just stay with me.” His voice was broken. He was hurting. 

“Always.” She lifted one of his hands and kissed the bruised knuckles. “You’re freezing.” 

He shivered as if her words made him finally realize it. He quickly shucked off his pants and got into the tub, shuddering heavily at the hot water. 

“Too hot?” she asked as she knelt beside him. He closed his eyes and shook his head. She pushed her sleeves up and lightly touched his shoulder, just to reassure him that she was there, that she was with him. 

Y/n reached over and shut off the water, dousing the room in sudden silence. She went to the shower, got his shampoo and a bar of soap, as well as a washcloth. 

She quietly shampooed Bruce’s hair, letting him dunk and rinse it while she started gently washing the grime from his skin. He hummed softly as she wiped the cloth over his shoulders and down his back. She took one arm and then the other, then worked her way down his chest and stomach. She dunked her arms into the hot water and scrubbed down his legs next, careful not to accidentally pull the hairs that covered them. The edges of her sleeves dampened. 

Satisfied that at least most of the grime was off of him, she grabbed one of their shared makeup wipes and started removing the black makeup, heavily smudged down his cheeks from his dripping hair. The water sloshed as Bruce leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. His eyes were still closed. She held his jaw still with one hand and the wipe in the other. 

“He killed a kid,” Bruce suddenly said. The movement of his lips ghosted against her wrist. Under the water, his hands tightened into fists. She’d stopped wiping at his face when he’d spoken, but quickly resumed so he would keep talking. “He broke in and the kid tried to stop him. Made enough noise that the neighbors called the cops. I got there first.” 

Done with removing the makeup, she switched to a facial cleanser and used a clean cloth to wash his face. 

Eyes still closed, Bruce said, “He shot the kid when he saw me. He tried to run, made it into the backyard, out in the suburbs, but–” 

But Bruce had caught him. 

“I almost didn’t stop,” Bruce whispered. His breath gasped from between his lips. Y/n was done with his face and gripped it with both hands. “I almost didn’t–” 

“It’s okay,” she said firmly. “You did. You got the guy. And he’s going to go to jail forever for what he did.” 

Bruce’s eyes opened and latched onto hers. He was still breathing heavily, blue eyes even bluer in the light of the bathroom. Her breath hitched a little. “I was too late,” he whispered, broken, hurting, ashamed. 

Y/n pressed a kiss to his damp forehead, brushing the wet strands of his hair back. He leaned into her touch, watching her from beneath his long, dark lashes. “But you got him, and he’s going to be punished. You can’t blame yourself, Bruce. You did as much as you could.” 

“But I–” 

“What? You could have gotten there sooner? Sure. But he probably would have killed the kid either way. Or maybe he wouldn’t have killed that kid, but he would have had enough time to run. And then he would have killed someone else later. I know–I know it sucks. I’m sorry he was killed, really. But you’re doing enough. You’re enough.” She kissed him lightly. “You’re doing the best you can, and that’s enough. Gotham is better because of it.” 

Bruce’s eyes closed. She released him and watched as he relaxed, little by little. 

“What do you need?” she asked again. “Food? Sleep?” 

Bruce opened his eyes a little to look at her. She studied the long column of his throat as he swallowed. “I want–pizza.” He gave her a sheepish grin, cheeks turning slightly pink. “I just–I haven’t had pizza in a long time and–” 

She smiled. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’ll make it happen. How about I order while you get dressed, or you can relax here for a bit. Then we can watch that new documentary I told you about.” 

Bruce hummed again. “That’d be nice,” he murmured. She kissed him one more time and climbed to her feet. 

She wasn’t confident that a pizza place would be open so late, even in a city as big as Gotham, but she was going to make it happen. Bruce never asked for things for himself, and if he wanted a pizza, she was getting him a damn pizza. 

A quick search on her phone revealed only one place that was still open, and they were set to close at three. It was 2:45. With a small curse, she called the number. They didn’t pick up, so she called again. 

When they answered, she made her case, and offered a hundred dollar tip if they would deliver it despite closing soon. The person on the phone asked the delivery driver in a skeptical voice if they were willing to risk it, not caring that she was still on the other line listening. 

“What’s the address?” he asked with a sigh. 

She gave the mailing address for Wayne Manor. 

The guy was suddenly angry. “I–that’s Wayne Manor. Is this a prank?” 

She bit back a retort and instead only said, “Yes, it’s Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne wants a pizza. I’m telling you, I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you can get here. Please.” 

There was another hushed conversation before they finally agreed to do the order, promising to have it there within half an hour. 

Y/n hung up with a triumphant smile. Pizza acquired. Now she was going to stoke the fire in the living room, queue up the documentary, and hunt down every appropriate movie snack she could come up with in the house along with as many warm blankets as she could find. 

As she gathered up some throw blankets–ones she’d bought on sale as soon as the weather turned freezing a few weeks before, because Bruce didn’t really have much in the way of comfortable blankets–she called down to the guards at the gate to let them know there was a pizza delivery coming. 

Bruce found her in the kitchen scrounging up snacks and drinks. He was wearing his favorite pair of gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt that was so faded she couldn’t tell if it had always been plain or if it had once said “Nirvana” or something. 

“Alcohol, soda, juice, or water with your pizza?” she asked. She preferred soda when having pizza, and realized that she didn’t know Bruce’s preference. As had happened often these past few weeks, a little thrill shot through her at getting to learn something so simple but strangely intimate about him. No one else knew what Bruce Wayne liked to drink with his pizza. 

Bruce shrugged. “You pick.” 

Soda it was. Caffeine didn’t matter for someone who was nocturnal anyways. 

“I didn’t realize what time it was–how’d you find somewhere still open?” he asked, helping her carry the drinks and plates into the living room where the fire was crackling cheerily. 

“Oh you know, just casually dropped Bruce Wayne’s name and threw in a bribe.” She grinned as he blinked. 

“I can’t tell if you’re joking,” he said with a frown. 

“For once, I’m actually not.” 

Bruce breathed a laugh. “Well, at least I’m good for something.” 

She moved around the couch and wrapped her arms around his waist. She tilted her head back to look up at him. “You’re good for a lot of things.” 

Their lips met halfway. She leaned into the solid warmth of him, his lips chapped but gentle against hers. She still couldn’t get over that this was her life. She felt a little bit like Cinderella after all. 

Bruce’s phone vibrated with an alert from the gate. The pizza was here and being escorted up the driveway. 

“Have you ever ordered takeout here?” she asked as she gently pushed him down onto the couch. “Because the guards definitely seemed surprised.” 

Bruce sank into the cushions. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Um. No. Usually I send Alfred for stuff so no one bothers us.” 

Her response was interrupted by the doorbell. 

“Is–that my wallet?” Bruce asked when she pulled it out. 

She winked and half-skipped to answer the door. 

“Hi,” she said to the pizza delivery guy who wasn’t trying to hide his shock. He craned his neck around her, obviously trying to get a glimpse of Bruce Wayne in his own home. Behind him, the security guard was bundled up on his golf cart, obviously annoyed at having to be out of the warm guardhouse. “Here’s the money for the pizza,” she said as she handed over the cash. Freezing air poured in through the open door. The air smelled crisp and clean, promising snow. “And the promised tip.” 

The guy’s eyes almost popped out of his head. 

“I–Wow, thank you, wow. I thought for sure this was going to be a prank or something, wow. Have a good night!” The guy gave her a huge grin but made no move to leave. He was waiting to see if he could still catch Bruce. 

“You too!” she said as she closed the door in his face. 

She brought the two steaming pizzas back to Bruce, who perked up when he saw them. 

“I got two larges with each half something different. I have no idea what you like.” She bit her lip. “Probably should have asked before I ordered, huh?” 

He tugged her wrist so she would sit beside him. “Perfect,” he said, kissing her temple, before eagerly grabbing the boxes. She watched as he chose a slice of all four kinds of pizza and dug in. 

“How long has it been since you’ve had pizza?” she asked with a raised eyebrow as she got a couple of slices of her favorite. Bruce was eating with the enthusiasm of a preteen boy at a sleepover who could have as many slices as he wanted without being told to stop. 

“Um,” he said, mouth so full she had to laugh. He chewed and swallowed. His cheeks were pink again. “Before Batman, I think?” 

“Wow. That’s…you haven’t had pizza in like two years?” Her mouth dropped open of its own accord. “Isn’t that…a sin or something?” 

Bruce huffed a laugh. “Well now that I’m having it, I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

She bumped his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you all about Gotham’s best pizza places.” 

They ate in companionable silence as the documentary played on the screen. After a little while, Bruce propped his feet on the coffee table and pulled a blanket over himself. She snuggled into his side and tucked her knees up. 

His cold fingers laced with hers. He smiled at her, all soft angles in the low light of the screen and the fire, and lifted his arm so she could snuggle closer. 

Outside, snow began to fall, the first of the season. 

Y/n gasped and sat straight up as her eyes fell on the window. 

Bruce sat up too, instantly on alert, eyes darting around for any hidden threats. 

“Snow!” she said, pointing excitedly towards the window. 

He made a face. 

“I’m going outside,” she said, scrambling up from the couch and making a beeline for their room. She pulled on snow boots, a hat, and a couple of extra layers. 

“It’s freezing,” Bruce said from right behind her. He was frowning deeply. “It’s just snow.” 

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen it snow here. I’ve always been stuck in the city where it turns brown as soon as it touches the ground. Here though–” She sighed wistfully as she began lacing up her boots. 

Bruce sighed, a much more resigned sigh than hers had been, and started bundling up. He pulled a knit hat over his dark hair and she had to stop to smile at him for a second. 

“What?” he asked, a little self conscious. 

“Nothing. You just look so cozy.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him excitedly out of the front door and onto the already snow-covered lawn. 

The flakes were falling thick and fast, a gentle shushing noise the only sound to be heard for miles. Even the distant city noises have quieted, a blanket of silence laying over all of Gotham. 

Y/n spun in a circle, arms thrown wide, head tilted back to catch flakes on her tongue.  

The grounds of Wayne Manor–and the house itself–were spectacular in the snow. She couldn’t wait to wake up in the early afternoon and see the thick white covering everything in the daylight. She inhaled deeply and let the clean scent of the snow fill her lungs. It was so much better than it had been in the city. 

She turned to find Bruce staring at her, his expression dumbstruck, like he had been hit in the head. 

“What?” she asked with a grin. 

He merely shook his head and smiled. He was a splash of shadow in the bright white in his dark clothes. The snow, even in the dark, made his eyes so much bluer. Her breath caught in her chest as she looked at him. 

“I love you,” he said, then pulled her close for a kiss that stole what was left of her breath. 

She didn’t know it, but it was at that precise moment that Bruce Wayne decided he wanted to propose to her. 

They spend a few minutes in the snow. Bruce took her hand and they started walking, no destination in mind, simply enjoying each other’s company. 

She stopped to retie her boot. When she straightened, a snowball hit Bruce squarely in the face. 

She laughed and skipped away. He caught her about the waist and held her with one strong arm while the other scooped up a handful of snow to press against her bare neck. She shrieked and struggled to get away. 

Laughing, they threw snow back and forth, hardly bothering to even form snowballs. 

Bruce caught her again and yanked her close. His lips crashed against hers, his nose cold, his body warm against hers. 

“What was that for?” she breathed when he finally pulled away. 

“I love you,” he said fiercely. There was something in his face she couldn’t quite place. “Thank you.” 

“For hitting you in the face with snow?” she asked with a laugh. 

“For–making this fun.” He kissed her again. “But can we please go inside now?” 

She laughed again. Everything was bright within her. Her heart was so full of joy she could burst. Things were good–she was going to build that restaurant and shelter, Bruce loved her, and Wayne Manor looked beautiful in the snow. 

“I haven’t told you yet!” she said excitedly as they headed back inside. “I found the perfect place.” 

Bruce let her chatter at him as she led him inside, back to their bedroom, both of them freezing and damp now. 

She was radiant like this–her face glowingly happy, hair damp with melting snowflakes, talking about the project she was passionate about. 

Bruce wanted to marry her. He wanted her to be his wife, to be his forever. 

Maybe Alfred could help him find his mother’s old engagement ring.

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Yandere!Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Slight NSFW [mention], kidnapping, manipulation, toxic relationships. 

We all know that Howl is very much a ladies man; he knows exactly how to pull women in, and captivate them so that they fall in love with him easily. 

For Howl, it’s all a game. He catches the eye of a girl, no interest on his part of course. She just happens to be in his line of the game. He knows what to say, how to present himself to perfectly fluster and simultaneously intimidate every other person there. He doesn’t venture outside the castle often, and when he does, there’s an air of fear; there’s such awe left in his wake. 

And he loves it. This drama queen feeds off it.

But we also know that Howl is a runner. He cannot commit to anything, hating the restricting nature of feeling tied down. I mean, he abandoned his apprenticeship. With this in mind, Howl makes the most unlikely yandere. But he actually is highly dangerous, although he doesn’t really look like it.

He’s afraid of himself in a way. He understands that he is quite powerful, and after practically going rogue, Howl gets his kicks with spontaneity, with the complete unexpected in life. 

When he meets you, he expects you to give him all your attention, like everyone else. But you brushed past him, looking at his fancy clothes, his blonde hair, sapphire eyes, green jewels swinging from his ears, and the beautiful pendant around his neck. He was picturing it now in his mind, getting ready for the look of adoration, the tense of muscles, the scarlet blush upon your cheeks.

But you looked away. You gathered your belongings, perhaps stowing them away in your satchel, and you just looked away.

What?

Is that it?

You weren’t even interested in him. Howl was still so stunned he had nothing to say, no suave and seductive voice to tempt you into his charms. He was in awe of you; you looked at him with such indifference it made his head hurt. Not with heartache or pain or anything like that. But he could not deny that he wasn’t curious.

Well, of course, not only does this not sit too well with Howl, he is very much a delusional person in this kind of state. However, he is incredibly smart and calculating and he balances these two personalities scarily very well. 

Like I said before, Howl is a very dangerous yandere, and he thrives on his blantant misinterpretation of a mere womanizer to scamper away, unsuspected, unscathed, and free to do what he likes.

Howl doesn’t really hold on to grudges that much, or anything; when he loses interest, he tosses things away. Not all though. 

You, you, YOU. 

Why won’t you leave his weary mind after days of being apart? Why is his  conciousness telling him to look for you, and not relent until he’s succeeded in doing so? Despite all the signs, all of the telltale signs that shows he’s just a little too invested in you, he writes it off as his bad habits resurfacing to play another game. 

And, of course, Howl Jenkins shall oblige!

Howl is a patient man, make no mistake. He finds it enjoyable to watch things go down for a while; no matter how trivial, poking fun in plain sight at innocent civilians never gets old. 

When he finally gives in to trying to find you and play with you for a little while, Howl pushes aside all distractions to do so. That means traveling through counties and villages, towns and cities until he’s found you again.

Howl is desperate for love and affection that isn’t because of his looks. He really wants someone to love him, not the image he puts across, not just above the surface with his tantalizing blue eyes that pull you in and trap you. 

You saw through that. You barely gave him a second glance and while it peaked his interest initially, it annoyed him for days on end. Usually being teasing and indifferent to Calcifer’s complaining, he found himself snapping and getting easily annoyed. Markl began to subtly keep his distance on bad days. 

Now, though, he’s become delusional. In Howl’s mind, you are to blame for his interest, for his inability to keep his mind off of you. You are the sole reason for his burgeoning obsession that seems to be running the show. He tells himself that when he finds you, it’ll leave. This painful, utterly agonising sensation of having you in his grasp, playing his game will go far away. He’ll seduce you, definitely, take you to bed and have a good time and his obsession and all-consuming desire to play the game, just you and him will just...go. Poof.

Except when Howl does find you, he doesn’t feel like letting go of you. 

Ever. 

And while this does take him by surprise, it all starts to make sense for him. 

Because looking at you now, bundled up in his arms, crying in anger and confusion, he sees in the stars that this was meant to be. 

He waits until he’s sure you’re asleep [more like passed out from exhaustion-] to really, really get a good look at you. He notices for the first time your cheeks and how they’re squished against his pillows and wrapped up in his sheets so perfectly, it’s like you’ve been here many times before. He notes how relaxed your closed eyes seem to be, no furrowed brow or scrunched tight eyelids; just complete and utter serenity. 

You’re just so perfect. Could you be a god, some kind of deity perhaps?

He’s in love for the first time in a long time. He may have let it slip by then, selfish and uncaring, but now?

Oh no, Darling, you don’t stand a chance. Howl will do anything to keep you hidden from those bastards’ eyes  protect you, to love you and most of all, make you see that he’s the one for you.

 Always.

You sat in the boiling water filling the bathtub, limp and tired, unresponsive as Howl bustled around you, his task completely focused on getting you ready for bed. Once upon a time, you would have refused to call him by name; instead you settled for ‘bastard’, ‘prick’, and ‘I hate you’. 

You even tried to sleepily mutter these things under your breath, not caring now that you were being lifted out of the bath, and dressed in a white gown. You cared even less when feeling your mind slip away into a soft sleep, curling into your body with comfort, clinging onto Howl’s pillows.

However, in front of his ‘housemates’ [ you could only guess what a talking fireplace could have to do with his wacky moving castle ], you were frightened. Howl didn’t even have to say a word; he had you smiling and  acting somewhat normally in front of ‘Calcifer’ and the little boy, Markl, you thought his name was. 

But you could always feel the sliver of magic take a hold of your wrists from behind, a little voice telling you that staying here was for your best interest, what more could you want? It promised you eternal love, devotion and affection, coated with a sickly sweetness only Howl could pull off. 

All in all, you stopped resisting after a while. Howl was annoyingly patient it seemed, and it frustrated you to feel as though you were a child all over again. He smothered you, insisting on doing the most trivial of things for you, never snapping back at you, never doing anything to remotely answer back at you in the same manner whenever you resisted his help.

It didn’t click until you had cursed at him mercilessly, screeching and crying, pulling at your combed hair, that by acting like this; he looked better than you. He looked above you. Compared to your tantrums, Howl looked calm and collected and completely willing to help you in any way possible. 

But why was he doing all of this? 

Why did you wake up in his bed, with his lanky arms draped all over you as if you were lovers? Why was he spoiling you, letting you wear his clothes, feeding you? What was he trying to convince you of? 

“Darling, I have some new nightclothes for you. Do you want me to help you into them?” He was slower, more gentle tonight as he strolled around his room. He was delberate though, not forceful exactly, but it was more of an atmospherical warning. You could just tell; if little Y/N tried anything, something would happen. 

Some kind of spell, or perhaps even a curse to teach you a lesson.

Ah, there it was. Another gift. 

Did he think you’d simply tolerate him because of his lavish, his blatantly excessive gift-giving?

Why did he look at you with such sickening adoration on his flawless features? 

At last, his bustling seemed to cease and he took a longing glace back at you. He probably only meant it to last a few seconds but the longer he gazed, it just became a cold and glassy stare. 

You knew the feeling of ‘zoning out’ well, but his eyes became darker and darker. Some kind of shadow must have passed over him or something, because he snapped out of his eerie trance and threw himself onto the bed. 

You yelped in surprise, pulling your hands to your sides, hastily spreading them out on the soft quilt like spiders, your legs pushing your body back ever so slightly, eyes wide. 

Howl chuckled, but it was filled with a sinister undertone that you weren’t used to at all. He snapped his head to the right, his hands already unraveling a silk-encased package. 

“I saw these while in the town today and couldn’t help myself.” 

Pulling out the brand new nightclothes, you unwillingly let out a pleased gasp. It was a set of matching pyjamas. They were satin, smooth to the touch and a beautiful shade of emerald, not too bright at all, but not dark either. 

Sometimes, you enjoyed this sort of treatment from Howl, albeit, very guiltily. He was always polite, courteous and kind, willing to help you with anything, but you also couldn’t help but feel a sense of horror, lingering long after you fell asleep. As if it were some kind of parasite. You just couldn’t for the life of you place your finger on it. 

You had learned to never keep him waiting for anything; he was a busy man and as much as he liked to have free reign of his work, he liked to be organised too.

This time you had apparently spent too long admiring your gift rather than answering him.

“Isn’t it lovely, Y/N? I thought it would suit you divinely.”

“Y-yes, it’s beautiful, thanks so much H-Howl.” 

Not wasting any more time, he sat up from his previous position on the bed, and somehow managed to gracefully snatch the nightclothes away from your trembling hands, and shooting you a look as if to say, well, take your clothes off. That was the less sinister version. Howl’s eyes took on a new darkness that growled, or I’ll do it myself. 

Your hands flew to your neckline, undoing the small ribbon that held the soft cotton on you, and allowed Howl to thread his fingers through the material, travelling towards the bottom of the garment and pulling it over your head whilst you lifted your arms, feeling the comfort of the soft sleeves peel off your arms. 

The blush on your face was unmistakeable. It was another embarassment being bathed by him, but this? Stripping you out of your clothes? It didn’t help that he was aware of your inner battle, and having an annoying, but otherwise barely noticeable smile on his face. 

His hand reached over with the satin nightclothes, urging you to take them. You did, carefully so, slipping them on against your flushed body, his cerulean orbs watching intensely. 

As if he didn’t want the image to go away. 

When you had finished dressing yourself, you stood up and  tentatively walked to the mirror, even slightly stumbling on your feet, and gasped in pleased surprise. You looked...beautiful in the nightclothes. The satin felt so smooth on your skin, and the emerald shade brought out your e/c eyes nicely. 

A few moments later though, you gasped for a whole different reason. Howl slipped his hands around the front of your torso, letting them wander further and further down, reaching your thighs with a renewed urgency, pressing you back against his body.

“I didn’t hear a ‘thank you’, darling.” His tone was teasing, but you could detect a hint of anger, annoyance was it? As quickly as the shadows came they departed, leaving you at the mercy of the wizard Howl. 

“No matter,” he rasped against the nape of your neck, placing soft, heated kisses against your skin,”You can say thank you, whilst begging on your knees.”

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sorry about that ending, it just needed to come to an end before i drove myself mad with the procrastination :)

but what did you think of it?? there really isn’t enough Howl’s Moving Castle fics, let alone yandere ones, but i like how it came out. 

to the person who requested this, Howl, is 100000% the gentle dom we ALL NEED OKAY

[bluebellhairpin]

The Ex

Helmut Zemo X Reader

A/N: Certain members of my family will be squirming in their seats just ‘cause I posted this, I can feel it. - Nemo

Summary: After years of nothing, your ex-fiancé rocks up at your front door with some friends hot on his heels. But the front door isn’t actually yours, and his friends aren’t really friends. Trouble just seems to follow you, especially when trouble is supposed to be in a high-security German prison. 

Warnings: Implied nudity (mc’s in a bathtub, and I’ve never met a person who bathes with clothes on). TFATWS Spoilers. 

Listening to: ‘High Enough’ by K.Flay - ‘The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it.’ 

Masterlist

You knew you should’ve left your phone out in the kitchen. You knew, and yet you didn’t. 

Technically nothing bad would’ve happened if you hadn’t. Technically Helmut Zemo was supposed to be in prison. Neither of those things were what actually happened. 

So, instead of grasping the glass you were reaching for, you took the ringing phone instead. Grumpy at the prospect of talking to someone while you were enjoying your bubble bath, you made it clear to the person on the other end that you really were… grumpy. 

“You have five seconds, if you don’t explain the purpose of your call in that time I’m hanging up.” 

“That’s not the greeting I’d expect you to give your fiancé.” 

“Ex-fiancé.” A beat passed, as if the weight of your correction hadn’t hit until now. “You have gall calling me, you know that?” He hummed.

“Yes well,” he said. “Oeznik said you’d broken into my place at Riga, and have taken residence there for the past five years.”

“I didn’t ‘break in’, no one moved the key.” you said, swishing some bubbles around your knees. 

“You hid the key, no one else knew where it was.” That made you giggle, sinking yourself further into the warm water. 

“I did.” you said, “Is that why you called, to kick me out now that you’re on the run again?” 

“Yes, and no.” You could almost hear a grin on his face too. “I’m outside, with a few... Friends. I figured you’d appreciate the knowledge that you are about to get invaded.” You groaned. 

“Really?” 

“What, are you not home?” he asked. “We don’t have a key so I’d appreciate it if you came back.” 

“No, it’s just,” you sighed, “I just got into a bath, Zemo. You have the most awful timing.” 

“Normally I’d be rather happy to hear that, but considering the company I’d rather you hadn’t done that.” 

“Oh yeah right, as if you told me you were coming before now!” Silence passed after your little outburst, and you could hear someone talking to Helmut on the other side of the phone.

“Does that mean we can’t come in?”

“Just come in.” you said, hanging up and almost throwing your phone over onto the countertop. You rubbed your fingertips into your temples, then submerged into the water. 

It was peaceful under the water, but your ex was outside - soon to be inside - and you weren’t sure whether to feel anxious, annoyed, happy, or all three. No matter what you felt, the peacefulness wouldn’t last. Especially since you did need to breathe. When you resurfaced, you were met with eyes - and a head - poking out to greet you from behind the bathroom door. 

“What, missed me so much that you can’t wait until I look presentable?” 

“I think you look fine.” he said. Of course he thought that.

“You aren’t allowed to think about what I look like.” you said, “Now hand me that towel.”

Luckily for you, and probably for the others in the room also, you didn’t waste time in getting from the bathroom to your bedroom. You decided, for the sake of spite, to dress up for the occasion. 

Nothing too fancy, of course, but enough to make you look a million bucks. 

So when you stepped out of your room, hair still wet and a little messy, you had the attention of the room. 

“(y/n), these are the boys. Boys, this is my fiancé (y/n).”

“Ex-fiancé, Zemo.” you said, glaring over at the man, “And you don’t get to call me by my name anymore.”

“Great, back to square one with Bloody Mary.” he mumbled. 

You ‘tsked’ him, ignoring his comment, and turned to the other two men. 

“Hi,” you said, smiling and holding a hand for them to shake, “You can call me Bee.” 

“I’m Sam, that’s Bucky.” One said, standing to shake your hand before nodding his head over at the other. You looked over his shoulder to Helmut. 

“I didn’t know you had friends fresh out of prison, let alone such handsome ones.” you said, reeling in amusement as he shook his head at you, “Are they as deadly as their looks?” 

The room went silent, and you laughed to yourself. 

“So you and him, were…” Bucky broke the quiet, meshing his fingers together.

“Unfortunately yes.” you said, smiling with a sickening sweetness over at your ex. “The love of a lifetime and then he decided to go get himself thrown in prison.” 

“Sounds romantic to me.” 

“Mhm, very.” 

“So what are you all doing here anyway? I doubt you’re just on holiday.” You said, sitting yourself down on the end of the couch. Helmut came to your side, placing a glass full of amber liquid in your open palm. 

“It’s a long story.” 

“This is a big glass.” you said, swishing said contents in front of Sam. “I’ve got time.”

Super soldiers were back. 

Helmut wasn’t happy about it. Neither were Sam, and Bucky was much the same even if he didn’t say it himself. No matter what they thought, or your past, you didn’t want to get involved. It seemed awfully messy for being something so apparently simple. 

It wasn’t simple. 

So when they came back after an outing to try and talk down Kari Morgenthau, and Helmut had a sore head, you weren’t entirely surprised. 

This time you handed him the glass of amber. 

“Thank you.” he said, taking it and the wet cloth from your hands. 

“You know, I’ve never met this new Captain America, but I can’t say I trust him.” 

“Why?” Sam said, turning in his seat to look at you as you sat at the desk behind the couch Helmut was reclining on. 

“You want the serum destroyed, right?” you said, “And Zemo was doing that. So why did this Walker guy throw his oversized metal frisbee at him?” you finished, pointing your pen over at Helmut. Both you and Sam watched him as he took a sip of his drink, then put it down again. 

“I don’t know why he did that.” Sam said, turning back to the computer again. 

“You do.” You said. “We all do.”

[extremelyblackandwhite]

dress

pairing: sheriff lee bodecker x younger! reader

warnings: cheating, smut, age gap, angst, blackmailing 

a/n: the reader is at least 10 years younger than lee. if that upsets you, please don’t read this work. additionally, i based reader’s 60′s style mostly out of  that oufit margot robbie wore for once upon a time in hollywood and megan from mad men, you can see my inspiration outfits here [x] [x] hope you enjoy it xx

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try and if I get burned, at least we were electrified. I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk. Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about all of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you ...

The rain fell harshly and unkindly on the pavement for the fifth day in a row, the sun having forsaken the forgotten hellish town that was Knockemstiff, Ohio. Few could say the name and ever fewer dared to enter the town. Even God’s afraid of it, his mother would tell him after nursing what felt like another one of her endless bottles of liquor. It was a haunted town, not a lot left and those who did never crossed paths with it again. Murder and crime were all time highs but not even the government dared to come in and try to to anything which meant any police force in the town were like gods, deciding who lived and who didn’t. One of those god-like men was Lee Bodecker, however he preferred you called him Sheriff Lee Bodecker.  He was a chubby man in his early thirties, tall but the beer belly made him hunch making him look shorter than he was. He had once been the envy of the town, one of the most handsome men of the town but years of living in Knockemstiff wear down everyone. His own poison had been alcohol which had ended up with him in therapy with his wife and with a therapist who had told him to curb the craving of alcohol with sweets instead. It had little to nothing as he still drank like his life depended on it and tonight was no different from other nights. He took off his hat as he entered the local bar in town, the only bar in town, and everyone looked his way, silence installing the ever noisy bar. He liked it, Lee liked it. He knew he was not the handsome one, in fact his look made him quite funny so he made himself scary. Lee made sure that everyone who looked his way, heard his voice or saw his shadow was afraid of him. It definitely worked as once he sat on the bar stool, there was already a glass with 5 fingers of his favourite drink. 

Everything was silence except for the mumbling of men discussing their days until suddenly the mumbling was no longer about the hell that was living in Knockemstiff. He turned around in his chair and understood why the men were suddenly so interested. There she was, dressed in a high neck black shirt which stood over a white skirt. Matching go go boots left her legs bare, something women in Knockemstiff did not do, still stuck in decades of last. She wasn’t from around and everyone knew it merely by the way she dressed but Sheriff Bodecker knew different. Men watched like dogs as she made her way to the bar, to his side. 

     - Y/N. - he greeted her. - What are you doing here? Trying to disrupt the town?

     - My grandmother died.

     - I heard. My condolences.

     - She left me all of what was hers including the house so I’m here to sell it. 

     - The one in Brewer Heights? - she nodded. - Tis a nice house, but I don’t think anyone here would have enough to buy it.

     - I’ll decide that. - she held the glass the bartender in between her hands, her eyes roaming over to his hands were his wedding ring had started to become tight around his finger. - Still with Jane?

     - Why wouldn’t I be? - he cocked an eyebrow at her. - What are you doing here, Y/N?

    - I told you, I’m here to sell ...

    - No. - he interrupted. - Why are you here, at the bar? What do you want?

    - Nothing ...  I see you’re not in the mood to help me anyways. - she got up from the stool she had sat on, straightening her skirt as her feet hit the floor. - Good evening, Sheriff Bodecker. 

He was sat, watching her leave but also giving an aura to the men who too watched the modern girl exit the building not to get any ideas. Lee knew these men, they were like dogs and once a suitable amount of time passed, he took to returning to his cruiser and follow her. How could he trust this town with her, an outsider? Y/N had been brought up in Knockemstiff, the daughter of store owners who had both been killed in an assault gone wrong. After that, she was ushered to live with her grandmother, the last of socialites in Knockemstiff. Rumours said her grandmother had moved from New York to wed with a penniless man already expecting once she wore her wedding gown. Rumours or not, she still held much more money than anyone in the town together and she wasted not a cent in her granddaughter’s education, moving to a more upscale house in Brewer Heights once she got her under her care. She was always the one with everything and Lee remembered seeing her while still an officer driving around a brand new glossy red car, hair loose through the wind. In all honesty, he thought her never too leave town but as she reached her tender 21st year of life, she left leaving everything behind. 

He parked outside her grandmother’s home, stopping just a bit away from it looking at the house that was so eerily sketched in his mind. He leaned against his seat watching Brewer Heights, the place he so wanted to have lived in his youth. Of course he now owned a place there too but it was faint, fickle. If he were to not be sheriff anymore all would shatter. He would do everything he could to keep his position. He deserved it, he deserved it more than any damned soul on this planet. A knock on the glass removed him from his mind state as he looked the way of his window to see her. 

     - Can I come in? - she asked, eyes lingering on the passenger seat. He stretched over to the side, opening the door for her but not exiting the car. She entered, closing the door as she sat on the seat. - I’ve always hated when you were mad at me. 

     - I’m not mad.

     - You have no reason to be. I know what you’re mad about and it’s your own fault, you know that.

     - Is it my fault you left? - his hands tightened against the wheel of his cruiser, anger coursing through his veins. Lee never liked to hear the truth.

    - She knew, Lee and she was right ... If anyone knew, if the town knew I would’ve been ruined and I didn’t deserve that. You must understand I didn’t deserve that. 

    - I didn’t deserve you leaving without saying a fucking thing now did I, darl’?

    - You were married. - she almost spat the words in his face. - You are married, Lee. Now you can be mad at me all you want, you can hate me for all I give a damn but I was not gonna destroy myself for your happiness, and I will certainly not allow you to destroy yourself for lust. 

    - Y/N ...

    - I don’t need your help anymore and I would enjoy it if you parked your cruiser away from my house. I wouldn’t want any rumours about your infidelities to resurface. - she exited the car and climbed the small incline of grass up to her home. Lee still remembered seeing her in a little white dresses her grandmother would buy for her, climbing that incline while holding the fabric so it wouldn’t fly up. She seemed to have gotten the hang of it.

Lee had met Y/N when she volunteered at the station back when he was still a patrol officer. She did the duties of every single secretary plus cleaning which was what she had volunteered for. It’ll be good for my university application, she told him when Lee asked what she was doing there. She started at 17 and remained there until she was 18 and ready to leave and become something other than a Knockemstiff resident. However, her mother having sudden heart attack ruined her plans and she decided to stay to take care of her. Lee didn’t see her for two whole years until she was 20 years old and he spotted her at the supermarket getting an earful from Mr. Collins about dropping a bottle of olive oil while trying to reach something from the higher shelf. Lee didn’t like it, he didn’t like Mr. Collins berating her for a simple mistake so he stepped in. He remembered her thanking him before reintroducing herself to him. 

He wasn’t one to be swayed by women, he’d married his Jane when he was fresh out of high school and while his relationship was more than stale, he had his mind on work and alcohol. Sure he could’ve divorced, found someone else but he wasn’t the teenager he used to be anymore, he was hardly someone who women would be attracted to besides a single man for a Sheriff? That surely wasn’t gonna happen. Yet, he couldn’t help but be entranced by her, fresh into adulthood with a mind full of ideas about what she wanted to do. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean to start a relationship with her, to start an affair yet he couldn’t say he regret it. He didn’t regret the nights where she’d meet him in the woods, covered by a black trench coat. He could still feel his, his hands against her back, feeling the fabric of her undergarments as the windows fogged. 

Y/N was upset. Her friends had told her she better not expect the man who she had left without any notice to help her but she was upset. What choice did she have? After her grandmother heard about it, it would’ve taken no time for everyone in town to hear about it and she would’ve been a disgrace and Lee would’ve certain not become Sheriff. Nevertheless she was upset. Instead, she asked an old friend from school, Billy. It was no surprise he was here, nobody left, nobody ever left. She had left but yet here she was once again, 4 years later wondering about an affair which shouldn’t have happened. Her grandmother had berated her for ages “you don’t sleep with a married man” and of course she knew she shouldn’t yet she had. She didn’t know better. 

She had boxes and boxes packed with whatever it was left of the house, photo books, clothing, bedding, all of it packed. Once she got to New York she could sort through it but right now all she wanted to was leave. Her friends even offered to come over and do it for her but the damned lawyer said it had to be her. In the morning she waited for Billy in the steps of her home, dressed in one of her old 50′s fashioned white dress, a far cry from the mini skirts she used at home and off he came in the exact same car he had when they were both teens. 

   - Y/N, look at you. - he walked off the car. - You look gorgeous, darl’. 

   - Thank you, Billy. - she scratched the back of her head. - Uhm it’s only 5 big boxes. I’ll pay for the gas if you help me take them to post office. 

   - You’re not keeping the house?

   - And live in Knockemstiff? - she rolled her eyes, climbing up the stairs to grab the boxes from the front of the door. The boy helped her pack the car before the two hopped onto the car. - So, how’s the town been?

   - Nothing changes. Mr. Collins died, no one was upset about it and that Bodecker guy became Sheriff. - he light up a cigarette as he turned on the engine. - It’s still as boring as its been and people mostly gossip around the same old gossip.

   - What’s new in gossip?

   - Eleanor still says you and Bodecker were fucking. - he chuckled. - As if ... I mean, look at you, you were prom queen and he’s a fat bastard. 

    - You should watch your mouth, Billy. He’s the sheriff. 

    - Because he bought it. - he shrugged. - Dad says he’s pretty much doing everyone’s dirty work. I mean his sister and her husband disappeared and were found dead. 

    -  I don’t really care for that type of gossip. - she leaned against the seat, watching the trees pass by. It wasn’t that she and Billy were good friends but she needed help and she’d rather die than go beg Lee to help her out. She had tried and it’d failed. Besides what was the worse that could happen?

The worse that could happen became very clear as instead of driving into town he took a left into the woods. She rose her head from the seat as all the ways one could reach town rushed through her mind. This definitely wasn’t one of them, it was hard to even get to the town through the woods. She knew that because, well ... it was where she would meet Lee to ensure no one from town found them. The car came to a stop and Billy got off the car. Maybe he just needed to pee or to get some air. She waited til he was on his back to open the car door and start running but he rushed after her, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground before standing over her, hands holding her wrists above her head.

   - Billy, what are you doing? - stay calm, that was what they always taught her, stay calm. 

   - Come on, Y/N. They always wanted us to be together in high school, remember? 

   - I don’t know what you’re talking about. Billy, calm down. 

   - You fucking calm down. I know you want me too, Y/N. You called me, you need my help, darl’. I can make you feel so damn good ... - his mouth lowered down and she started to trash around, trying to get rid of him. 

   - Stop, please stop. - she looked up at the sky, the morning sun barely up as she recalled why you don’t come back to Knockemstiff. You don’t get back because you get stuck. As she convinced herself there was nothing the do, a short was heard through the air. 

  - What the heck are you doing William? - she recognised the voice. She had never been more grateful for that voice. Billy jumped over to his feet.

   - Sheriff ... me and Y/N were just having a bit of fun ... You know, you understand, right?

   - Y/N ... - he looked her way. - What were you doing?

   - It was against my will, Sheriff. - she climbed onto her feet, leaning against a tree at a healthy distance from him.

  - Get the fuck out of here. - the young boy in his mid 20′s rushed out like a child afraid of the dark, forgetting his car and everything he had left behind. Y/N watched him running, tripping onto his legs as Lee fired a warning shot in the air. If this was NY, there would be someone here already but this was Knockemstiff and gun shots were as usual as rain during winter.

He smirked, happy to have once again imposed the authority he so much treasured. Lee never liked Billy, he never liked when he’d drive Y/N home from school even when she was volunteering at the police station. That boy was no good news and always looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Lee still remembered the old Sheriff telling her that boy was no good and looking at her now, dressed in one of her white dresses stained in dirty and green grass stains, he guessed he was right. 

  - Billy, Y/N? Don’t you have other friends?

  - Billy’s the only one with a car. - Y/N mumbled as she grabbed his keys from the floor to take her stuff off his car before he could return. - Thank you but I had it under control.

  - ‘Course you did. - he put his hands on his waist. - Come on, I’ll drive you to wherever you want to go.

  - I don’t want any favours from you, Sheriff Bodecker. - she held her boxes against her chest. Well, if she started now maybe she could be at the post office with all the boxes at nighttime. - That’ll be all.

  - Y/N, come on. I’m a public server so let me help you.

  - I don’t want your help. - she almost barked at him, taking another box from Billy’s car. Maybe she could drive the car, yet again she knew the captain particularly liked Billy and could fine her if 

  - Fine, can you tell me what you’re doing at least?

  - I’m shipping these boxes to New York. I don’t have time to completely go through them so ...

  - Put them in the cruiser. I’ll take them to the post office and take you home. 

  - I don’t want any favours.

  - It’s not for you, it’s for your grandmother. Now get into the car, please. - he opened the door to her.

Y/N huffed. The last thing she needed was a favour from Lee Bodecker yet in all honesty she had no other choice. She packed her boxes into the truck of his cruiser and sat on the passenger seat, arms crossed as he sat in the driver’s seat. Her mind played tricks on her, reminding her of what they used to do in that driver’s seat of his back when she was younger and full of ideas for the future. She shouldn’t have done it and she knew it, Jane Bodecker wasn’t the best woman but she didn’t deserve having her husband sneaking around with a 20 year old despite her herself having had her fair share of affairs. Not that Lee knew and she wasn’t gonna be the one to tell him about the time she was working late in the station and saw his wife getting busy with a new patrol. She didn’t have that right, after all he was doing the same to her. She shouldn’t have done it, nevertheless. Her grandmother died ashamed of her and now she had to deal with it. 

   - Billy said Sandy died. Is it true? 

   - Yeah, last year.

   - Oh ... I’m sorry, I didn’t know. 

   - She had it coming. That weird husband of hers ended up driving her off the edge. That Arvin kid shot them yet I can’t say they hadn’t it coming ... She was still my baby sister. 

   - I’m sorry, Lee. I’m so sorry ...  - she looked down at her skirt. 

   - Almost got me too ... stupid kid. - he shrugged. - Good thing I was fat enough to stop the bullet, I guess.

   - Well, I’m sorry about Sandy. - she said as she saw her house become clearer through the window. He stopped in front of her home, unlocking the doors so she could walk out. 

Y/N walked out before she could do something stupid. Whatever she did, whatever he had, whenever they were together she always ended up doing something stupid. She sat in the empty house of her childhood, only now containing furniture. She could remember it so well from her years as a child running up and down the stairs, not knowing what awaited her outside the world. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to owe anything to Lee. She knew who he had to answer softly too, she knew those men Billy spoke about. They always ran for Sheriff ever since she was a kid. 

She looked at the clock on the wall, 3PM. She knew exactly where those men would be at that time and so she changed and took her way downtown. Everyone turned their head as she walked into the badly light, old bar in tones of musky green which greatly contrasted with her baby blue short dress. The town had gotten stuck in the 40′s and 50′s, women barely showing their legs or any skin and there she was, a woman born and raised in Knockemstiff dressed like a movie star. The table of three men clearly noticed, the under-sheriff, the division chief and the captain. She stood in front of the round table, taking her sunglasses and setting them on top of her head, a nice, covergirl smile on her pink painted lips. You can get the girl out of Knockemstiff but you can’t get Knockemstiff out of the girl.

    - Hello boys. You mind if I seat with you? - she put her hand on one of the chairs. 

    - Hey, you’re Elizabeth’s granddaughter aren’t you? - Frank, the under-sheriff asked, pulling the chair for her. - I thought you were in New York.

    - I was but I just came here because of my grandma’s inheritance, but I have something to discuss. 

Another night, another day of useless parading around for Lee. He’d pass by the post office and shipped Y/N’s boxes and that had been the highlight of his day. As per usual, he made his way to the bar only to found the environment was slightly different. He knew this town like the back of his hand, anything off always rang alarm bells. As the bartender placed his usual poison in front of him, he decided to get to the bottom of the situation. 

   - Why’s everything so quiet?

   - I don’t know, Sheriff. - the man replied while cleaning glasses. - Elizabeth’s girl was here and I don’t know what she did but Frank, Jonah and Fitzwilliam left as if she were the devil.

Fucking hell. He drowned the last of his drink before grabbing his hat and entering his cruise. Damned Y/N, she used to be such a nice girl before leaving to New York. God, the only complaint he ever got about her was when the mayor complained about her wanting to run a march. He drove to her home like a mad man. What was she doing messing around with those three? He’d seen them do worse things for much less. Lee climbed the grass patch up to her door, knocking on it as if his life depended on it. 

   - Y/N, open up. Right now. - he thumped the door again. - I’ll break in if you don’t answer it!

   - Jesus. - the door opened up to Y/N dressed in what he was almost entirely sure was the shortest dress he had ever seen a woman wear. She stood against the door, hand on the wood while the other on her waist as he entered her home. 

   - Took you long enough. - he stepped into the home which he had never dared to step in.

   - I was upstairs. - she closed the door, locking it behind her for good safety. No one can be trusted in this godforsaken town. - What do you want?

Lee walked further into the house ignoring her question as he shut all the windows of the ground floor, anything that could allow anyone to look inside the house. Last thing he needed was for anyone to see inside the home and start any rumours. Stupid bastards. Y/N followed him around asking the same damn question anytime he shut any window and pulled any drapes down. 

   - Stop touching my stuff. - she put herself in front of him. - What do you want, Lee?

   - What do I want? - he sat against the couch, sighing. - What the fuck did you do, Y/N? Why were you at the bar?

   - I didn’t do anything. - she batted her eyes innocently. 

   - Y/N, I have another election coming up soon. I’ll ask again, what did you do at the bar?

   - It’s none of your business. 

   - Y/N, I’ve seen those men kill for less so you tell me now what you did. 

   - Stop ordering me around. - she rolled her eyes at him. - I don’t like owing anyone so now we’re even.

   - We’re even? - he pitched the skin of his nose. - What the fuck, Y/N? 

   - You wanna know what I said? Would that make you feel better? Would that make you feel like you rule this damn town, Lee? - she looked down on him, almost teasing him. Had it been a few years ago she would’ve been under him already. - I helped you out.

   - Y/N ...

   - It’s not just you who was sleeping around with a younger girl. They were sleeping around with friends of mine. The only difference is I have evidence of it ... - she grabbed her purse from the hanger, taking a beige envelope from it and throwing it his way. Lee looked up to her and then to the envelope opening it to see various pictures of girls he knew in compromising positions with his opponents, letters, everything. - They don’t have anything on you because unlike my friends, I don’t keep souvenirs from my affairs. 

  - You blackmailed them? Are you stupid, Y/N? They are going to kill you.

  - Please. - she rolled her eyes at him. - My grandmother owned half this town, if I die everything goes to charity and this town falls apart. Besides, it’s not like I’m planning to stick around for longer. 

  - So what now? You had fun playing femme fatale? You’re bored, is that it?

  - I just won you an election without any competition, Lee. You could be nicer about it. 

  - I don’t need your help. 

  - I don’t need your help either. I was just repaying a favour. - she leaned against the wall. - You can go now. 

   - Did you need to wear that? - he pointed at the dress. - Couldn’t have struck blackmail dressed appropriately?

   - Do you not like my dress? - she looked down, hands grabbing the baby blue fabric as she expanded the flowey skirt. - You know, I bought it for you. I was planning on using it for birthday a few years ago but you know ... had to leave earlier.

   - You bought that dress for me? - he rose from the couch, walking up to her until he had her caged against the wall.

   - I bought it so you could take it off, actually. - Lee must’ve been hallucinating because he swore she was pouting.

She looked up at him with that look she used to give him after a long day at work when he needed something to unwind. Both of them had promised each other not to do anything else when she left, Y/N had told herself no more coming bak and Lee had decided to spend his life content what whatever shred of marriage he had. Yet, she was there in what looked more like lingerie than a dress and he was in uniform, both of them were never good at making good decisions, and this was Knockemstiff. Lee took the first move, leaning down to kiss her like his body dependent on it which in some way he did. She held onto his shoulder, flushing her body against his as his hands started trying to pull the dress away from her body. Baby blue fabric flowed to the ground as he picked her up, throwing her against the couch he had just been sat on. He stopped kissing her to look at her, to look at the body he still dreamed at night or whenever he shut his eyes. She could’ve been gone for 4 years but she sure never left his wildest fantasies. 

  - Lee, wait. - her hands stopped him from returning to kiss her. - Let me treat you, please.

  - Oh sugar, you don’t need to ask. - she got up, walking slowly past him, her matching baby blue undergarments much more racy than what she used to wear back in Knockemstiff. She pushed him against the couch, smirking as she went down on her knees. - What are you doing down there, sugar? It’s more than you can handle. 

  - Don’t worry, Sheriff. I’m a big girl. - her hands unbuckled the belt off his trousers, throwing it to the floor followed by his trousers. She peppered kisses over his thighs down to his knees and then to the edge of his underwear. Slowly, she peeled them away, making eye contact with him. The silent girl he had known before was definitely long gone and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Before he could make up his mind, she took him entirely inside inside her mouth. - Fuck, you look fucking flawless with my big cock in your mouth, sugar.

She smiled at his praise, moving her head up and down still at a painfully slow pace, his balls in her hands. Lee pushed his head back, groaning at her motions and thinking it could no get better until she started to move her head faster, his tip reaching the back of her throat, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Instead she moaned against him, the vibrations making him feel like he was on cloud 9. Fuck being sheriff, nothing made him quite higher than having the one who got away with his cock down her throat. He started twitching against her mouth, his hand grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her against his pelvis and starting to control her moves. She kept moaning against him, bringing him over the edge until he just couldn’t hold himself anymore. His grip loosened on her head as his muscles gave up on him.

Y/N got up from her kneeling position, thumb pushing whatever cum had spilled over into her mouth. That image alone made him harden up again like some horny teenage boy. She smiled at him, hands on his shoulders as she sat on his lap. 

   - What do you want me to do, Sheriff? - she batted her eyes at him, leaning down to kiss his ear lobe lowering down to his neck. 

  - You wanna ride my cock, sugar? - he hooked his hand on her nape, pushing her so she was looking at him. - You wanna make up to me for leaving me all alone?

  - Yes, Sheriff. - she lined up and slowly sunk down on him, both of them moaning. 

   - Come on, sugar. Show me what you can do. - she started riding him as if the devil had possessed her. He pushed her lips against his, a sloppy messy kiss which definitely was more lust than anything else as she moved up and down against him.  - Yeah, you like that don’t you, sugar? Tell me you like it, sugar. 

  - It feels so good, Lee. - she leaned against him, her hips still moving as he pulled her bra down, pinching her nipple. - Fuck.

  - You’re never gonna leave me again. - he started thrusting up, moving her from under him so she was laid across the couch. - Promis ... fuck ... promise me, sugar. Promise, you’re not gonna leave.

  - Lee ... - she moaned against the couch’s pillow as he speed up his pace, hands holding her hips and moving them against and away from him. 

  - You’re not gonna leave. - he groaned, feeling the way her walls milked him with such need. - You’re not gonna leave me, sugar. You’re not, right? You’re gonna stay.

   - Lee ... - she cried out before her mouth opened up in a perfect O, her orgasm washing over her. He didn’t take too long to cum, groaning like a wild animal as strings of white painted her walls. He slipped out of her, holding her before turning so she was standing on top of him. - Lee, I can’t stay. You know that, right? 

   - Why not? Things were good when you were around. 

   - I left for a reason, Lee. - she got up from him, grabbing her dress and quickly slipping it on. - And that reason still stands. 

   - Y/N, please listen ...

   - When I was 20 and we started this, I truly believed you were going to divorce your wife. You were going to divorce her and you were gonna marry me and ... and my grandma would’ve been upset but she would’ve learned to deal with it and then she would’ve taken me to the altar. I waited a year to see if I would ever become something other than a mistress and then the elections came around and I understood you were not gonna divorce Jane. You were going to be Sheriff and you’re still going to be Sheriff and maybe sometime Mayor. I’m not gonna be your mistress anymore, Lee.

  - Y/N ...

  - Please, leave. - she wiped whatever tears were threatening to fall off. Lee furrowed his brow, putting on his trousers before trying to approach her but she stopped him, arm raised firmly keeping distance. - Please, leave.

  - Y/N, c’mon. Let’s talk.

  - LEAVE! - she rose her tone at him. Lee wasn’t going to argue with her, it wasn’t his place to argue with her at her own house and so he left. Y/N stayed in the middle of her leaving room, arms crossed until she broke down crying.

She could almost hear her grandmother’s words “there’s no use crying about it” when she told her Lee was running for Sheriff. Funny how even after being dead, the old nag still was as right as she was four years ago. She wiped her tears with her hand and climbed the stairs up to her bedroom, sitting on the bare bed. It was going to be alright, tomorrow she’d be able to sign the rights over to the letting agency and could return to New York. Things were fine there, or at least she wasn’t sleeping with a married man there.

The sun didn’t raise up that morning, rain instead replaced it and so Y/N remained laid in bed watching the rain drop rush down the fogged up windows until a loud thumping on her door forced her to get up. She wrapped herself in her robe and went down the stairs to open the door. 

  - Good morning, miss. - she opened the door to her letting agent. - How are you?

  - I’m alright, Don. I’m sorry, I thought the open house was later. I’ll just get my stuff and leave.

  - No, it’s all right miss. I am just here to tell you that we’ve sold the house was above the price you were asking for.

  - Pardon me?

  - At least two times the asking price. It was such a good price, he had to take it. Paid upfront.

  - What really? Who?

  - He should be coming to see the place in an hour. - he said. - We’ll bring you the check later on. 

  - All right. Thank you Don.

That was good news at least she got to leave Knockemstiff before anything else happened. She didn’t know what had overcome her to decide to have sex with Lee. Pull yourself together Y/N, you’ve had four years to learn how to deal with it. It was fine, it was going to be fine. She packed whatever was left of her stuff into her small patched up luggage and put it by the door. She just needed to wait for Don to bring her check back and she could go on back to New York, where her mistakes only included putting coloured clothes with whites and then having pink clothes for the rest of her life. A knock on the door made that decision come much faster. Okay, Y/N. Get the check and go.

  - Lee? - she opened the door to see the least person she wanted to see. - Go away, I’m expecting someone.

  - I know. - he walked in as if the house was his. - You’re expecting me.

  - This is not funny, Lee. Don should be bringing my check anytime and the owner will be here in an hour.

  - Yeah, I’m sorry I’m early.

  - Pardon? - she rose her eyebrows at his statement. - What do you mean?

  - It’s my house now. I was thinking of upgrading, ya know? This house is the best one in Brewer Heights after all.

  - Are you fucking kidding me, Lee?! - she stood in front of him before he could walk further into her home. - You’re bringing your wife into my childhood home? YOU’RE BRINGING YOUR WIFE TO YOUR MISTRESS’S HOME?!

  - How many bedrooms is this house? They said they thought it was over five in the contract. 

  - You have a perfectly good house. Why do you want mine?

  - Mine is too small. Only one bedroom, I’d have no place to build a nursery.

  - A nursery? You and your wife are having a baby? In my childhood home ... how swell. 

  - You know I’m thinking about running for mayor. I mean, it’d look good if I had a family.

  - Good luck convincing Jane. - she gave him a cynical smile. 

  - I don’t have to convince Jane. I’d have to convince you. 

  - Me? Fuck off, Lee. I’m not having a baby for you and your wife. Fuck off. 

  - We’re a good team, Y/N. Besides, Jane is no longer in the picture.

  - Lee ... - she sighed. - Please.

  - You see, my wife isn’t as good as me at keeping her infidelities casual. The other candidates have caught wind of it ... I need someone who’s almost as good at blackmail as me.

  - I’m better at blackmail than you. - she crossed her arms at him.

  - So what do you say, sugar? Want to be the sheriff’s wife?

  - Do you promise I’ll get to be the mayor’s wife someday? 

  - With you on my team, I think you’re gonna be the mayor’s wife sooner than you think.

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Flooded - Ethan Torchio angst

There's bound to be flaw in recovery.

Warnings (please spare them a read): suicide attempt (drowning), mention of previous attempt, mentions of self harm, intrusive thoughts, fighting.

Note: this is fiction. im not implying this is ethan, and im not in any way trying to project this on him. this was kinda made as a vent/rant thing, and i used this fictional charscterisation of ethan to project slightly (also it might be a bit bad because of that lol). stay fresh, stay safe and stay sane <3.

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He was getting better. He had to be.

Victoria had stopped pestering him about eating. Thomas stopped running after him with bottles of water everywhere. Damiano had stopped the lectures inspirational speeches before and after shows. They weren’t in his hair all the time, not as much as before.

He looked at the half-filled bathtub next to him. The empty bathroom. The closed door. He had re-earned their trust. He was allowed to go out alone, to be in his room alone, with the door closed. They didn’t monitor him. Not that much.

Today marked 2 months since Ethan’s first attempt. He hadn’t actually done something, but the thought was there. He had been too overwhelmed by panic, fear, guilt. The blade never met skin, just hovered over his wrist. Victoria’s cries were all the same behind the locked door. He still wasn’t “allowed” to lock the door behind him, but it’s not like he ever had to. Plus, no one locked their doors. There wasn’t a need, they were all incredibly comfortable with each other.

Ethan sighed. Today wasn't good. He hasn’t been feeling too healthy lately, his mind seemed more intoxicated then if he were on drugs. He was out of medication, his therapist had the week off and the “reassuring” replies long after his episodes were starting to feel like mockery. He had snapped at Thomas today. Yelled at Vic. He, albeit not hard, had slapped Damiano flat across his face. Damiano hadn’t reacted, and neither had Ethan. He just waited for the older to yell at him, waited for the lecture, maybe a slap in return, tears pooling at his eyes. “We all know you aren’t well, but right now, you are being a dick” Damiano had said, voice not wavering once as he followed behind Vic and Thomas, out of the studio, maybe even out of the house. Ethan had just stayed there, letting the tears finally roll down his cheeks.

That was when the thought had first resurfaced. Ethan doubted he'd ever drop in that mental state again, yet the all too familiar voice grew from the back of his mind. He closed the running water before the bath got full. He didn’t take his clothes off. He wanted the extra weight.

He should probably feel more remorse. Last time, the fear of disappointing anyone had grounded him. You think that’d be the case now, too. But right now, he felt like he didn’t care. The thought had been tugging at his head.

“Always so impulsive, seems like so lately. God, you’re a massive jerk. The others must be so disappointed. Fucking kill yourself, but actually do it this time, coward”

That’s where he felt remorse. He couldn’t not apologise after being such an ass. So, when the others were back, even if they tried to avoid the drummer, he managed to apologise. He had hugged Thomas, holding back tears as he apologised for snapping at him. He let Vic punch him softly at his shoulder, a “stronzo” making out of her lips with a soft grin. He offered himself for Damiano to slap him back, but the older just patted his shoulder and accepted the apology, followed by a tight embrace and a strong slap to his ass. Ethan had laughed, ‘cause that’s who Damiano is, and that’s how he knew he wasn’t mad. Far from it; Damiano seemed in a playful mood.

They had settled on this random film, played on the national channel. Even if he had been forgiven, Ethans mindset didn’t change. The thought had rooted, and the apologies had seemed as if out of pity to his brain. Like the others had to accept the shitty excuse of word mumbles that Ethan had the nerve to call an apology, for fear Ethan would do something.

He knew that he was gone. Too far gone to stop himself. He remembered the signs from last time. If he had any chance of stopping himself, of someone talking him some sense into him, it was now. This was his only chance to revert. To stop before any serious damage was made.

He never said anything. He didn’t want to break the relaxed atmosphere. Not everything was about him. Ethan let himself slip into that state of idleness. All his movements were automatic. Get up. Excuse yourself to take a simple bath. Go to the bathroom. He’d figure the rest from there.

He had closed the door. Not locked it, a sliver of hope telling him the others would notice, that they will check on him before all went to shit. The illogical voice in his head drowned the remaining hope, not before Ethan stood by the foot of the bath.

He was strong enough to keep himself under the water. It was a matter of starting. He knew it would hurt, he had heard about it. His lungs will seize, spasm, his heart will race, his muscles will put up a fight, would resist. It will burn, his chest will burn, it will feel like it’ll collapse on itself, like his heart would beat itself out of his chest. He’ll black out from the lack of oxygen. Then his throat will relax, reflectively, letting the water in. By then, its mere seconds before he’s dead.

It seemed simple enough. He had rehearsed it in his head. He wasn’t going to make noise, either.

He didn’t want the attention on him, not after how he had been treated after the first attempt. It was like he was made of glass, as if he was a child that didn’t know better. It had annoyed him to no extent. Therapy had been exhausting, and the medication had left him wanting to hurt himself more than before. He remembers those nights, goosebumps on his skin. Everything had been triggering, even his own pained reflection the following days.

Ethan was stalling.

He knew he was. All these memories, it’s the remaining sanity in him screaming at him that it isn’t worth it. It wasn’t loud, or clear in his head, and the full thought, the full consideration of stopping never reached his train of thought.

With a sigh, he steps in. The water feels uncomfortable against the fabric. It sticks to his legs as he gets in, the cotton absorbing the water, the dampness rising up his leg. He sits down. He’s taking it slow. Ethan’s way less scared than last time. Feeling way less guilty. So what if he was selfish? He could admit it, he did admit it when he apologised to the others. It’s not like it would matter anymore.

He layed lower, slowly wetting his shirt. It clings on his shoulders, weighing him down. His mouth feels dry, his stomach is twisting in dread. He is dreading this next part, but he’s also longing for it. The desire, the need runs deep in his blood.

He didn’t go under straight away. He let his hair get wet, splashed some of the water on his face. His head felt heavier, throbbing in pain. Of course a headache would manifest itself now of all times. It all made Ethan want to go under the water even more. Sure, he’d struggle. It’ll hurt. But he’d feel free. He’ll free everyone from himself, he’ll free himself from himself.

With a deep, shuddering breath, hands gripping the sides of the marble tub tight, he lowered his head under the water.

It doesn’t hurt at first. It feels like a simple dive in the pool, in the sea. His eyes closed as he’d let the freezing water cool his body under the summer sun. He exhaled, the bubbles escaping to the surface. Then his chest started to ache, and his lungs demanded more air. Ethan doesn’t go up. His hands grip tighter, and he lays motionless as the pain grows. It goes up to his throat, and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. His mouth opens reflectively, only to be met by water instead of air. Ethan’s body tries to expel the water, but more seems to find a way in. It’s an endless, painful cycle of coughing, trying to get the water out, then choking when more water enters his mouth.

The fear was settling, and he was split. His body was screaming at him to let go, to let his head float and break the surface. The pain was so much worse than he made himself believe, his hands on fire and chest heaving, his heart rate picking up speed with every unsuccessful inhale. His body keeps trying, keeps fighting, legs bent at the knees as he tries to ground himself, to exhaust this energy that fights for him. He doesn’t dare open his eyes. The fuzziness at the back of his mind approaches fast, and it seems rewarding. His legs have stilled, dropped. His knuckles have gone white, and the end of his pain, to his overa;; suffering is near. His end is near, and it excited him as much as it terrified him.

He was about to welcome the feeling of numbness, his senses slipping away.

A strong hand breaks his grip on the tub, relaxes his arms, and another three pairs of arms pull his head out of the water. He can’t fight them.

Ethan lets out an involuntary gasp of relief. He coughs, he heaves and the tears run hot, even through his closed eyes. He felt like he was being edged. He was so, so close to what he wanted what he thought he wanted, so close to his release. And it was robbed away from him. He couldn’t help the tears, or the sobs, or the continuous coughing as his body got itself together- as much as it could, still.

It felt unfair, in the moment. Maybe, if he slept on it, he’d be grateful. That’s what his therapist had told him. But now, it was cruel. It was unjust and it was sheer torchure to him. Aching hands covered his face, the ones that had pulled him out not having left his back still, instead supporting him. The water felt shallower and shallower, until it was only him in the bath. He didn’t put up a fight when hands tugged at his clothes, he paid no attention to what he thinks is Damiano speaking to him. He sulks, and he lets his body hang limp, leaving all control to the others.

He felt exhausted, he was in heavy, overwhelming pain, both physically and mentally. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. Maybe even forever. He didn’t have the heart to face anyone, and he went from having no guilt, to being swallowed by remorse.

Ethan didn’t speak a word the rest of the evening. He didn’t have it in him to apologise, not yet, not while he still tried to convince himself he wanted to be dead.

He spent the rest of the night in a cuddle pile with Vic, Thomas and Damiano, and for maybe the hundredth time that day, he let tears run down his cheek. But this time, it was out of joy, of love.

They actually cared for him, they stopped him from doing something irreversible. Ethan snuggled into the cuddle pile more, and Damiano’s “Welcome back, bambino” brought a smile to his face, one he was unable to hide.

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[doctornilaybailey]

Perhaps she should remain focused on the task at hand. Perhaps she shouldn't let what their other usual shower activities to resurface in her mind and control her senses. But the longer she looked at him, the longer they held onto each other, the longer they kissed each other as if their kisses were oxygen and they desperately needed to breathe, it was impossible to remain focused. She wanted him. No, more than that—she craved him. And after months of them tiptoeing each other only to now finally be back in each other's arms, she refuses to return back to what they were before. She refuses to not express just how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. She was fucking obsessed with him and wanted to show it.

And the way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, the way he held her, she knew that he felt the same way.

Nilay giggled as he chased after her kiss, rubbing the tip of her nose against his to try and placate his disappointment. Her fingers kept running through his curls before moving her hand down to cup his jaw. Her face softened at his words. "Baby," she whispered, her thumb tracing his skin. It was her turn to melt in his kiss, the message it spoke loud and clear in her mind. G-d, how she wanted to stay like this with him forever. How she was willing to do anything to stay like this forever with him. She admitted softly, "I don't know what I'd do without you, either. But… You'll never have to find that out. I promise."

It was a massive promise. But, in spite of how many times she's died, in spite of how many times he's lost her for a moment, she always came back. She refuses to leave him and their family behind.

The curator gazed up at him, nuzzling into his hands happily. At first, she giggled. Knowing what she was doing to him while one hand held onto his hip so that she could be pressed close up against his body. Yet, as his warning continued, she moaned softly. "Mm, that doesn't sound too bad," she purred. Smirking up at her partner before leaning up to take his bottom lip between her teeth and yanking gently before letting go.

They could always take an actual shower afterwards. Or they could bathe together instead. Though… There was also so many other fun ways they could use their bathtub instead.

Glancing, she sighed dramatically. Turning her back to him, she'd been ready to grab it when she "slipped" and felt back into his body. Rolling her ass against him, one hand holding onto his hip and the other on the back of his neck. Nile looking up at him with wide, "innocent" eyes and a mischievous grin. "Oops," she mused. Rolling herself back against him. "Do you still want me to grab that..? Or are you all good… Daddy?"

📜@elijahfalvey

No matter how many times Elijah’d been in this position, down to the exact tile beneath his feet that he’d been standing on — underneath the shower stream, waiting for her to follow suite — his reaction would hardly differ as she stepped into the boiling water, as droplets cascaded down her body in a way that was positively inviting his eyes to follow. She was fucking stunning, for lack of better prose; unearthly beautiful the more he’d been given the chance to see her. It was both a blessing and a curse that he got to share this intimacy, he’d decided then. A blessing because it was with her, his Nilay, but a curse in the same vein. As long as she’d exist looking that unbelievable, he’d struggle to stay on task. Like he was obsessed with her or something.

She turned around to look at him and fuck, he might as well be.

He willed himself not to ogle any longer as she pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together while his free hand — the one that hadn’t interlocked with her own — made sure it stayed that way, his fingers splayed out purposefully across the expanse of her back as he pushed his palm into it ever so slightly. Her bare skin was just as electrifying as it always was to touch, and it was alarmingly easy to get lost in her kiss. He all but happily hummed into her mouth, finally letting go of her second hand to slide his across her jaw instead. He was only a tad bit disappointed as she separated, chasing her lips as she began to speak. “Not as lucky as me,” he replied sincerely before he kissed her again, more purposeful this time. It spoke a truth he often vocalized, but it felt extra applicable tonight. “I mean it, Nils. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Both hands had travelled to her head now, holding it gently between them — like he was holding the entire world. He supposed he was.

“Fuck, stop — looking at me like that. Stop distracting me,” he demanded, his voice gruff with a rather insatiable need; one he had to control, lest they didn’t get around to any actual showering. He was fine with that in the foggy headspace he currently occupied, but he’d probably regret it later, if he didn’t start grabbing the goddamn soap. “Or else I’m just gonna wind up fucking you in here and we’re not gonna do much else.”

He had a gut feeling she knew as much, though, the glint of mischief in her eye that always formed when she encroached on his space, challenging him, telling him all he needed to know about that. The tease.

He pointed to a lonely container of body wash on the shelf, one of her expensive ones that he liked to use — on occasion. His bleak attempt at redirection. “Can you pass me that bottle, please, baby?”