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Choose the Most Suitable Bathroom Taps with a Bathroom Tap Buying Guide

Renovating your entire bathroom is just like designing a new bathroom. It requires similar efforts & budget to give it an attractive look with the latest functionalities. But if you have a limited budget, you can replace your bathroom taps with the latest ones. You can enhance the look of your bathroom and add functionality with stylish bathroom taps. This bathroom tap buying guide helps you to choose the best bathroom taps most suitable for your classic or contemporary bathrooms.

Choose the Best Basin & Bath Taps

The different types of taps include mixer taps, pillar taps, wall mounted taps, freestanding taps, and shower mixer taps.

Basin Pillar Taps & Bath Pillar Taps – If you want separate taps for hot & cold water, pillar taps are the best option for your basin & bath. You will get many colours, styles, and finishes for your UK bathrooms. Make sure to have two tap holes before you choose them.

Wall Mounted Basin Taps & Bath Taps – For your modern or traditional bathroom. Wall Mounted Basin Taps give a seamless & clean look. These taps are the most suitable options for basins without pre-drilled tap holes or basins with space shortage. You have many styles & finishes to choose the best taps for your luxury bathrooms. Wall mounted bathroom taps are costly to install as they need drilling in the wall.

Basin Mixer Taps & Bath Mixer Taps – If you want a single spout to get the hot & cold-water mix, buy basin mixer taps & bath mixer taps for your bathroom. You can control it with a single lever at the top of the spout. It can turn right or left for temperature adjustment or have a handle on either side of the spout. The handle controls the cold & hot water individually.

Freestanding Bath Taps & Basin Taps – Freestanding taps are suitable for freestanding baths or countertop basins or basins/baths without predrilled tap holes. They can fit on the vanity unit or countertop of your basin. While freestanding bath taps need to mount on the floor. They are tall enough to reach the edges of the bath. It requires high water pressure of up to 1.5 bar and above for effective outcomes.

Bath Shower Mixer Taps – Similar to mixer taps, these taps supply cold & hot water through a single spout. They include a shower hose & a lever that needs to pull for redirecting water flow from the spout to the attached shower hose. It gives a contemporary look to your bathroom.

Selecting the same finish & style of bathroom taps creates harmony & balance in your bathroom space and offers a timeless & coherent look.

Before you buy taps from any reliable bathroom shop in the UK, consider the following things.

Tap Holes - Whether you are buying taps for your basin or baths, you need to know the number of holes in your basin & bath. Basin Pillar Taps and Bath Pillar Taps are suitable for two tap holes. Get basin mixer taps or bath mixer taps for single tap holes. And Wall mounted taps or freestanding taps for no tap holes.

Water Pressure - In the UK, the standard water pressure suitable for taps is between 0.8 & 1.5 bar. Based on the water pressure in your home, you need to buy taps. Some taps are not suitable for low or high pressure. Hence, when you buy any basin taps or bath taps, you should check its product descriptions. Water pressure of 0.3 bar & below is considered low pressure while 2.5 bar & above is high pressure.

Tap Waste - Basin waste or bath waste are also important bathroom accessories that allow the water to drain away. Check the product description before you buy them.

Tap Finishes - Ensuring the quality of tap material is also essential for a leakage-free solution in your bathroom. Normally taps are made from solid brass with a chrome finish which is easy to clean and highly durable. The different tap finishes include high shine chrome, polished brass, stainless steel, and matte black.

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[ms-demeanor]

Why reblog machine-generated art?

When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.

When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.

When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.

When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.

You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.

And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.

My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.

People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.

I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?

The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.

I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.

However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.

Also because it's just patently untrue.

But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.

It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.

I liked it.

I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.

Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)

Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?

My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.

What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.

And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).

There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.

I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.

Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.

[enchanted-moura]

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Pile 1 - Plump Filler

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This gorgeous 1929 home in St. Louis, MO is special b/c it was once the site of the Japanese Gardens Display of the World's Fair. The 6bd, 8ba home has been remodeled and the Japanese gardens were recreated. Asking $4.6M, reduced by $150K.

The front entrance.

Stunning gracefully curved staircase in the rounded entrance hall with arched doorways.

Beautiful sitting room has a wall of arched, paned, windows that look out to the gardens.

The 2nd sitting room has cozy wood paneled walls that seem to have been painted gray, and a beautiful sculpted ceiling.

The wood paneled wall in the dining room was painted a dark gray and the ceiling is a pale metallic gold. Doors open to the garden.

The gourmet kitchen has high end cabinetry with ovens, a wine fridge, china cabinet, and beautiful large island.

Commercial grade fridge and 4 stools fit at the counter in the island.

High end stove, lovely exhaust hood, beautiful counter tops and a matching backsplash with a gold pot filler tap.

Beautiful renovated pantry with lighted shelving.

On the 2nd level a gorgeous chandelier cascades down.

The feature wall in the primary bedroom has a beautiful mural and painted tray ceiling.

Gorgeous closet/dressing room.

Completely redone bath.

The 2nd bd. has a lovely pink tiled bath.

The pool has lighted bowls with water flowing down. A sign on a stand marks the Japanese garden.

The poolhouse looks like a pagoda.

It's a lovely space.

Beautiful kitchen.

The recreated gardens.

The home is on a 1.22 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/5795-Lindell-Blvd-Saint-Louis-MO-63112/3006883_zpid/

[greywritesthings]

overwhelmed

Spencer Reid x Autistic!Reader

Warnings: description of overwhelm? sensory overload if there's any more let me know!

A/N: not sure what the inspo what behind this but here it is, i am working on another longer fic so this is a filler for the mean time, likes, reblogs and comments appreciated! Im autistic so i have a bunch of stuff I'd like to put in for a second (possible series?). For specific senarios ect ect please feel free to send them to my ask box!!

Requests are open for Spencer Reid! Disabled & multilingual characters encouraged

Read on AO3 instead!

Part 2

Masterlist!

The buzz of the air con unit, the incessant hum if the fluorescent lights, the constant chatter of the co workers you were unfamiliar with all came together to create an almost physically painful environment. You adored working in the BAU but these days where it was lengthy paperwork done on painfully bright computers with the general hubbub of the office made you want to scream. It often ended with Hotch sending you home with paper files to do with spencer but he was off today and you were still intimidated by Rossi so couldn't ask him. Spencer would normally ask for the both of you but he was out with Hotch, they were doing a local death row interview together. You were exhausted and it wasn't even eleven am. You decided to stop by Penelope's office who had made it as sensory friendly as possible once she found out about your autism, something you had appreciated immensely, especially for days like today. “Hey pen? Can i stay in here for a bit?” You ask, walking into the dim room. “Sure thing sugar, you can stay in here for the rest of the day, Rossi told me to come get you for a thing anyway so come over here my fine furry friend.” she beacons you over to the seat next to her. 

You couldn't have gotten out of the office faster. Penelope had helped as much as possible but the sensory overload was too much from nine am and you haven't been able to do anything about it aside from chew on some ice every so often. 

The idea of taking the subway home made your skin crawl, but you hadn't brought your car to the office this morning, driving was also being far too overwhelming. You would have called Spencer but you had no idea when he would be home given death row inmates either got really chatty or liked to drag on the interview. You decide to just sit on the curb for a while allowing the cooler night air to calm you down enough so you can try and get on the metro without crying. 

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there, legs curled tightly against you, head resting against your knees and back pressed against the wall but you flinched when someone walked up and tapped you on the shoulder and scrambled to stand up. “How long have you been out here?” the stranger asks in the darkness. As your eyes adjust you realise its Hotch, meaning Spencer is probably here too. You just shake your head with a pleading look hoping he wouldn't ask you any more questions tonight. “Spencer is in the SUV, I've told him to take that home to save you both taking the metro tonight. Go home, tomorrow's paperwork will be dropped off at your house.He didn't let you get a word in edgewise so you just nod, thank him and wish him and Jack a goodnight, setting off towards the remaining SUV with the lights on. 

“Hi honey, you okay?” Spencer asks as you hop into the car, throwing off your blazer before settling in and pulling on your belt. “Bad day?” he asks again trying to gauge how your day went without getting you to talk. You just nod as you reach across to put a hand on his thigh to try and signal that you were okay, just exhausted in every sense of the word. You tap his thigh three times then five, three to say I love you then five to encourage him to talk about his day and not worry about rambling even if you didn’t respond. 

Once you get home you drop your things and make a beeline for the couch, flopping face down and screaming into the pillows. “Bath, shower or later sweetheart?” He knew you wouldn’t go to bed without showering but also knew you were too overwhelmed to do anything that required mental effort right now given the whine you let out into the cushions at his question. “I'm going to order some Thai, then do you want to get changed and we can watch a movie? He suggests. “Nada en inglés, por favor” is all you mumble back. He was used to your disdain of English, despite it being your first language. You knew bits and pieces of French, Spanish and German prior to meeting Spencer but since meeting him you had come to learn some Korean and Russian. “Okay dear, i'll go order, you get changed.” he says as he leaves the room going to the phone. You drag yourself off the sofa across the apartment to the bedroom. Grabbing Spencer's caltech sweatshirt and joggers from the bed that you had left there this morning and throwing your suit in the hamper to be washed tomorrow.

You spent the rest of the night curled up under the weighted throw Penelope had knitted you for Christmas on your first anniversary at the BAU and watching old Russian movies. Spencer played with your hair until you fell asleep contemplating how he was going to get you to bed without waking you up.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (Part 27)

Tw: religious mentions, short chapter

its mostly filler and like transition material, but only 2 of the options will introduce a new character which may or may not be relevant to the story

man what the hell am i talking about i barely follow my own rules, just chose what yall think best

VOTE BELOW FIRST 20 VOTES ONLY COUNT

Part 28

"Alright! Let's go!" Evangeline hooked her arms around yours and dragged you away. Montgomery had to catch up after you and her.

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"Will you shut the hell up?" Montgomery hissed through his teeth.

"I'm just saying, (name) wouldn't have agreed with you saying 'Anita Bath' if you weren't stinky." She took another bite of her pepperoni pizza slice.

"Why are you friends with her?" Montgomery turned to you, exasperated and desperately wishing that you would send her away.

You shrugged and ate your slice. You were secretly grateful that Montgomery came by because you forgot to bring Yves's lunch again. If it wasn't for him, you would have starved until evening. Or you're forced to use your allowance from Yves and Montgomery to buy something- you'd rather save that money for something else.

Then something came to his mind. "Hey, goldie. Ya' said something happened between y'all and that freak this mornin'. What was that about?"

You tensed up, but Evangeline is as cheerful and calm as ever.

"Oh, he just wanted me to stay away from (name). That's all." You stared at her in disbelief. Why would she disclose that?

Montgomery furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

She tapped her chin and hummed. "I think he's jealous."

Montgomery scoffed in response. "Typical of those rich bastards. They'll try to isolate their victims so they ain't got no escape until they're done with them."

You felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your sockets when Evangeline nodded in agreement. Who's side is she on?

"And it's as if (name) would want a lil' stuck-up brat like you." Evangeline shot him a nasty look and placed her hands on her hips.

"Hey, that wasn't nice."

"Whatever, twerp." He dismissed her, taking another slice and handing it to you, seeing that you just finished your first one. You're too hungry to care what this gesture might mean, so you just take it off his hands.

"Stinky." She stuck her tongue out at him. Montgomery flipped her off.

This is... a very sibling-like dynamic you're witnessing. Although Montgomery outwardly dislikes her, you think that they're working together towards something. And it's making your gut instinct go haywire.

You wish Yves is here so badly. He knows what to do.

You turn your head to look at the lockers where your phone is charging.

While they were bickering, you stood up and went to check on your phone. You pressed the correct combination of numbers on the keypad and waited for the locker door to swing open. You unplugged your phone and prayed hard it was enough to turn it on.

A minute has passed and it still isn't turning on. You sighed, replacing the cord and allowing it to charge longer.

You returned to your seat, only to see Evangeline and Montgomery listening to a third person standing up next to them. They're holding a stack of papers, and your unwanted companions are holding a piece in their hands.

"Hi there." They greeted you. "I was talking to your friends about our club, here is a flyer with all our details. Feel free to contact us if you're interested."

You flip the glossy paper over, it says:

"Like to talk? Like to convince? Want to make friends? Join our debate club!"

The stranger showed you, Evangeline, and Montgomery where their phone numbers are located on the paper, the names of their social media pages, and meeting times. Which was apparently from 12pm to 5pm daily.

"Don't y'all have classes at these times?" Montgomery asked.

"Well, not all of us do. Anyone can feel free to come in or leave as they like. The session concludes at five in the evening, though."

All three of you gave them a response of acknowledgment.

"We hope to see new faces! I'll get going now, bye!" They walked away and began conversing with other people, promoting their club.

You stared at it. People were promoting their clubs last semester, but you never joined any of them. Maybe you should heed Yves's advice and put yourself out there so that you're not stuck with Evangeline, Montgomery, and Yves as your only friends.

"What do you think, (name)?" Evangeline asked you. "Are you going to join? I'll come with if you do."

You didn't respond verbally, but your body language should be expressing discomfort.

"Sweetheart, I think you're better off joinin' this." Montgomery took out a folded brochure from his pocket.

You tried your best to smoothen it, but it was crumpled beyond repair.

It seems to be a promotional medium for the university's youth group. Sponsored by the Catholic Church.

He wants you to join... a Christian club?

"Y'all should be findin' Jesus. You'll learn a thing or two about work-life balance from those bible studies."

You saw a mischievous glint in Evangeline's baby blues and you know that it's not going to end well.

"Wow, Monty! That's so Christian of you to harass (name), and give them gifts and food in exchange for something you want from them! Look! (Name) is already following in the steps of Christ. Like in 1 Peter, chapter 2, verse 20: When you do good and suffer for it you endure, this is a gracious thing in the sight of God. Great job taking his bullshit!" She clapped her hands and giggled madly.

Montgomery shook his head and looked at her with great incredulity. "What the hell are you even talkin' about?! Y'know what, I don't care. Run ya' mouth all you want."

He turned to you. "Trust me, if you wanna join a club, yer' better off joinin' this one." He rubbed your forearms in his hands.

"Didn't you say we're grown? (Name) can totally make their own decision on which club they want to join."

Montgomery narrowed his eyes at her but didn't say anything in retaliation for once.

"Which club will you be joining, (name)?"

[mickey-gomez]

Trouble

Chapter 10 of Fade Into You.

Pairing: Rita/Reader

Warnings: Fluff, light angst (maybe?), implied drinking, word crimes.

A/N: Picks up a week or so after chapter 9. More of a filler chapter to move the story along, and to lay the foundation for key moments further down the track. First appearance of Abbie in this series, and an introduction to the friendship. This was meant to be a short chapter, but ended up turning into a longer one. Not proofread or edited, so sorry in advance. Does it make sense and flow well? No, probably not.

Reader's Greenwich Village apartment (but creatively imagining that the bedroom is a little bigger and the window faces the street. Plus the bathroom is one room, not separated.)

Throughout the week you found yourself trying to divert your attention away from her, occupying yourself with the mundane tasks of your life and work, busying yourself with anything that kept you focused, or at least kept you almost focused.

Yet she still managed to seep into your thoughts, uninvited but welcomed. You caught yourself daydreaming over moments shared together, and the possibility of future moments. She felt intoxicating, and a little dangerous.

It was late, and you knew you should be asleep, yet you found yourself teetering on the edge of insomnia. The hushed hum of the city outside your window wasn’t a comfort, and with every waking minute your thoughts circled back to her. 

Now, with the clock ticking past midnight, you were sitting up against your headboard, bathed in the soft glow of your reading lamp. You were trying to distract yourself with a book, but the words were nothing but a jumble on the page, your thoughts were unrelenting, and refused to release their grip on Rita. 

You remembered the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed, the way her lips turned when she smiled, the lilt in her voice when she talked passionately, and the tenderness in her gaze when she looked at you. 

You entertained the idea, for only a moment, that you should call her, to see if she was still awake too. Before the faint snoring from the other room stopped you, Abbie had fallen asleep on your couch, and you knew Rita had plans with the other partners and associates from her new firm. You decided to let her come to you this weekend, testing her almost by not calling her or outwardly making plans with her, all to see if she’d come to you instead, if her unspoken feelings were as strong as yours seemed to be.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness now, still sat up in bed, your eyes half-lidded, and your mind in a dreamy haze. Your thoughts were dancing on the blurred line between reality and fantasy, outside your window the distant hum of the city, and its revelry had merged into a soothing lullaby. 

In the soft stillness of your room, you could almost swear you could hear a tapping noise, as if someone was quietly knocking against the glass of your window. Your mind chose to ignore it as your eyelids finally closed completely, and just as everything in your being stilled and you felt yourself drift off, you heard that sound again. 

You cracked open an eye and turned to look at the window, rolling your neck to ease the tension. Then you saw it, in the same instance you heard that sound again. It looked like a shadow against the street lamp, maybe a bird flying past, it’s wings swooping and casting a silhouette against your window, regardless, whatever it was stole your attention. 

You reefed open the window, and peeked your head out, glancing outwards first and then onto the street below you. Rita smiled up at you, dropping the pebbles gathered in her hand, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you held your finger out to her, telling her to wait a minute, while you snatched your keys off your bedside table. You threw them down to her, and quietly crept through your dark apartment, careful not to wake Abbie, as you waited for Rita in the doorway. 

You held a finger up to your lips, indicating for her to be quiet, as she finished climbing the stairs, her heels scraped against the wooden floors and the sound echoed through the hallway. 

“Who’s here?” she loudly whispered, her eyes narrowing as she looked past you and into your apartment. 

She reached down, pulling off her jimmy choo pumps, she clasped them in her hand as she leant in to kiss you quickly. You could taste the whiskey on her tongue, and smell the faint air of smoke in her hair.

“Abbie fell asleep on the couch” you whispered when you both pulled away. “Come on” you grasped her palm, tenderly stroking the skin on the back of her hand with your thumb as she followed you through the kitchen and into your bedroom. 

“How do you know Abbie?” she asked as you quietly shut your door, and she slipped off her coat. To anyone else it would have been framed as an innocent enough question, but you could tell by her infliction there was an edge of doubt and scrutiny hidden in her wording. 

“Liz introduced the two of us last year.” you answered her, carefully gauging her reaction as you hung her coat in the wardrobe, before turning back around to unzip the back of her dress for her. “Something about needing friends in the office.” you shrugged as she slipped out of it. 

“I see” there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone. You picked up the dress off the floor, carefully hanging it alongside her coat. 

“There’s nothing going on there. Is that what you’re worried about?” you studied her for a moment, and despite the words that immediately flew out of her mouth, her features told a different story.  

“I’m not worried” she hiccuped 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” you murmured, a hint of a smile on your lips.

"So, how was your first week?" You came to stand in front of her as she perched on the edge of your bed. You rested your hands on either side of her face as she looked up at you, there was a hint of something in her eyes, she almost looked sad. 

“What’s wrong baby?” you were worried you’d pushed it too far, that the playful teasing you were both so accustomed to, had pushed her over the edge. But as you stood in front of her, and gazed into her misty eyes, you knew there was something else simmering beneath the surface. 

“Nothing. Nothing at all” she sighed and leaned in to you. She wrapped her arms around your waist and pressed her face into your stomach. You heard her take a deep breath and you ran your fingers through her hair before you leaned down to kiss the top of her head. 

She leaned back and looked up at you and the light from the moon reflected back into her eyes, illuminating the depths of emotion hidden within them. Her usual spark that danced in her irises was dimmed, replaced by a sea of turbulent thoughts and unvoiced concerns.

The vulnerability her gaze held was palpable, like a silent plea for understanding in a world where she so often felt misunderstood. You leaned down and kissed her, slowly, leisurely, tenderly. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you whispered softly when you pulled apart. She shook her head and dropped her gaze to the floor, avoidant, and you could see her eyes welling up, as she fought within herself to hold back the tears threatening to fall. 

“Do you think I made a mistake?” she murmured, her voice hesitant, and her eyes still not meeting yours. 

“I think only you know the answer to that.” your heart sank as you answered her, and a knot formed in your stomach, you thought back on your conversation a few months prior, where you had berated her over lunch for leaving the District Attorney’s office. 

You kept your voice even and your movements tender as you carefully chose your next words. “Remember what you said to me a few months ago? That feeling that you don't belong, that sinking feeling in your stomach, it all goes away. You need to give it all a chance… remember why you chose this job in the first place.”. She was silent, and in that quiet exchange you knew one thing to be of absolute truth; that she only needed you to be there. To be a steady presence, silently offering solace and comfort as she weathered this inner storm. 

You slowly and delicately traced your fingers along her shoulders, undoing her bra and sliding it down off her arms. You neatly folded it along with the rest of her discarded clothing and her bag, setting them on top of your dresser before quietly opening the drawer, retrieving an old t-shirt for her. 

When you turned back to her, she looked almost disappointed. The two of you sparsely wore any form of clothes when you shared a bed, skin pressed together instead. 

“I know. I just don’t want to run the risk of Abbie walking in and seeing us naked” she giggled at that. “Giggles huh? Never thought I’d hear those.” you poked at her side as you slid the shirt over her head and thread her arms through “You must have had a great time with the associates.” 

“It was fine.” she sighed, purposefully avoiding delving deeper, and you knew it was in that exact moment she decided to compartmentalise her feelings and shut you out. But instead of pushing her to open up, you reverted back to what was so familiar to you both, poking her with teases and playful jeers. 

“Oh, just fine?” you arched a brow when she looked up at you “Your giggles and hiccups sing a different tune Calhoun”. She giggled again, and you smiled at the sound of it. “How much did you drink?” 

“Enough.” She tried to sound sure of herself with austerity, but her hiccups betrayed her. 

“Uh huh. I’m sure.” You started to walk away, your hand grasping at the handle of your bedroom door. Before she could even voice her question, you turned back, answering her. “Water.” you whispered “Ice?” she nodded her head and then looked away again

“Sorry” she said it so quietly, and it was so faint and distant, you almost hadn’t heard it. 

“For what?” you tried to meet her eyes, and when she didn’t return them you bit your lip, mulling over whether or not you should say what you wanted to. “I like having you here, I like being around you, I like listening to you, I really like it. You just let that marinate for a minute while I’m gone.” 

You returned a few moments later with two glasses of water, and a bottle of Advil tucked under your arm. 

“You like having me around huh?” she smirked at you, and you tried to hide your smile at the colour returning to her face and voice, instead choosing to playfully roll your eyes.

“Are you going to remember this conversation in the morning?” 

“Yes” she nodded as another hiccup left her. 

“No you’re not.” you laughed softly. “Here, take two of these and drink some water.” you handed her the glass and the bottle. She fumbled with the cap for a minute before giving up, looking back up at you with a pout on her face. You fished out two pills and held them in your hand for her, giving her a stern but facetious look until she retrieved them from your palm. 

Once she’d done as you said, you took the glass from her, placing it on her side of the bed before pulling back the covers. “Lay down, turn over.” She did as you said, getting under the covers as your arm wrapped around her side. 

“I like being the big spoon.” she whined quietly. 

“I know. Just let me look after you right now.” 

“Mmm” she sighed, and you leant in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as you both sank back into the pillows, finding solace together as you both gradually succumbed to sleep. 

When Rita woke it was with the soft light of the morning dawn, and the sounds of the city coming back to life, she sucked in a breath as she tried to gather her surroundings. Her heart plummeted into her chest, and her head spun, she didn’t quite recognise where she was, and her recollection of the night before was foggy at best. She knew she’d gone out after work, and there was an associate who was being too friendly, the woman had left a lingering touch here and there, had watched her across the room, she hadn’t… had she? 

She heard a mumble of something she couldn’t quite make out behind her, and slowly but tentatively turned her head. She let out a deep breath and sigh of relief, placing her trembling hand over her own rapidly pounding heart when she laid eyes on you. “Oh thank god” she whispered ever so quietly, into the still air of the room. 

She turned you both over, wrapping her arm around you instead. You groaned as she moved you, stirring from your sleep as you rolled with her. “Better?” she smiled into the skin of your neck as she pressed a gentle kiss there. 

“I like both.” you hummed into your pillow. “Advil and water… next to you.” everything came out in mumbles and sighs, and Rita struggled to understand you.“Abbie’s in the living room… put a shirt on.” You reached for her hand, raising it up to your lips and pressing a quick kiss to the soft skin. 

“Thank you” she murmured into your ear, and you mumbled something in response she couldn’t quite make sense of as her eyes closed once more.

You heard the creak of your bedroom door when it opened a few hours later, you stirred in your sleep momentarily, ignoring the light emitting through the window and the vague sounds that were spilling from the street below, choosing instead to try and return back into a peaceful slumber. 

A few moments of blissful silence passed before your houseguest made her presence known, almost giving you a false sense of security; that she’d leave and let you fall back asleep. 

“Well well well” Abbie declared from the doorframe, you could hear the surprise laced through her teasing. “Sleeping with the enemy I see” 

“Go away” you groaned, and instead of leaving you both, as you so wished. She flung herself onto the bed, landing in between you and Rita, and you cried out in pain when her elbow collided with your ribcage, digging in before you rolled away. 

“When did you get here?” Abbie turned to Rita, moving her hands behind her head, her elbows protruding out.

“Late last night” Rita half whispered, a futile attempt at being quiet.

“Shut up!” You groaned, pulling your pillow over your ears. “How do you have so much energy after drinking a quart of bourbon last night?”

“They breed us tough and resilient down south.” she turned up her accent, and you knew even through her satirization, she was deflecting and avoiding the conversation after last night, when she had poured her heart out over work and her relationship with Serena. 

Abbie rested her hand on your shoulder, and for a moment you indulged in it, thinking it was Rita, you let out a soft sigh. Then you felt her cold fingers and immediately gripped her hand, throwing it off you dramatically.

“I made coffee” she said in a sing song voice next to your ear, and Rita watched on at the dynamic between the two of you, amused by your antics.

“Bring it in here then” Rita laughed, granting you a reprieve from Abbie’s antics. 

You felt the bed dip, and waited to hear her feet patter out of your room before you raised your head, and turned over to face Rita. 

“I’m sorry” you leaned in, kissing Rita chastely. 

“Don’t be.” she shrugged, “I crashed your morning.” 

“Yeah but I actually want you here” you kissed her again 

“I can hear you!” Abbie chastised from the kitchen, forcing you to break apart. “Drink your coffee and be grateful” she returned, two mugs in hand, passing them to both of you before collecting her own from your bedside. 

“If either of you spill coffee on my new bedspread I swear to god-” you started shaking your head before she interrupted. 

“What? You’ll give us a spanking?” she laughed, and you went bright red. “I knew it!” “Let me guess, she -” 

“Shut up!” you thrust your hand out, covering her mouth. 

“We are talking about all of this later.” she exclaimed when you removed your hand, eyes wide, almost comically in shock. 

The three of you sat there silently for a few moments, lost in thoughts and daydreams as you sipped from your mugs, listening to the city that was now roaring with life on the streets beneath your window. 

“So where are we going for mimosas and breakfast?” Abbie was the first to pierce the silence.

“Bellinis and brunch” you corrected her.

“La Bonbonniere?” 

“Oooh I love that place.” you exclaimed, agreeing with her suggestion.

“Absolutely not.” Rita shook her head.

“You snob.” you and Abbie swivelled and shouted at Rita simultaneously, surprised looks on both of your faces, mouths agape.

“Pastis?” Rita offered, and both you and Abbie blew raspberries with your mouths and turned your thumbs upside down. “Tough crowd.” Rita rolled her eyes as she sipped from her coffee mug. “Cafeteria?” 

“Are you kidding?” Abbie practically scoffed at her, her face contorting as she glanced towards with almost comic disdain. 

“Wait, I’ve got it…” you held your finger up in the air, feigning thought as furrowed your brow and your eyes creased. “What about… La Bonbonniere?” 

“Perfect.” Abbie agreed. “All those in favour.” and both of you raised your hands immediately, leaving Rita with her mouth wide open looking back and forth between the two of you. 

“What?!” she exclaimed, almost shrieking in surprise and equal annoyance.

“Overruled” Abbie shouted as she jumped out of your bed.

“This is absolute bull-” you kissed her before she could finish her sentence. And she brushed the hair out of your face with the tips of her fingers when you both pulled away

“We’ll get bellinis on the way.” you shrugged, tumbling out of bed, smacking her bare leg on your way. “Come on, up and at ‘em.” you clapped your hands together before picking out a set of clothes for her to change into. 

Rita walked ahead of you, stopping in at the cafe entrance, inquiring if they had an open table for the three of you, and you knew she was secretly harbouring hope that they didn’t, so you’d be forced to instead visit one of her choices. 

You almost laughed at how her mind worked as you watched the interaction take place with the host. It was then that Abbie tugged on your arm, pulling you from your thought as you both stopped a few yards behind Rita. 

“How long has that been going on?” she nodded in Rita’s direction, carefully observing you as you spoke. Trying to discern any and all truths in your words and mannerisms. 

“Couple of months” you shrugged, a lopsided grin plastered on your face. 

“Have you disclosed?” She changed her tone, becoming almost serious with concern as the cogs in her mind turned, envisioning every scenario of an assistant district attorney’s bosses finding out that they were dating their opposing counsel.

It wasn’t unheard of or uncommon, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t highly frowned upon, especially when it was undisclosed. It would be disastrous if the two of you were to go up against one another in a trial, and would allow any verdict or plea to be vacated, calling your entire bureau into question.

It was in that moment that Rita turned her head to look at you, the late morning sun that was so prominent and bright. It bathed the contours of her face, creating a radiant halo around her, as a lazy smile crept up her cheeks. She could tell you were talking about her, and you couldn't help but return her smile. All semblance of what Abbie had said, or left unsaid, faded away, and for that brief sun-kissed moment, everything stood still as you shared a wordless connection.

Abbie looked between the two of you, feeling as though she was almost intruding on what seemed such an intimate moment. “Oh you’re in so much trouble” she whistled

“I know.” She was right, even with her unspoken words, you knew that much. But you also knew that there was no one else you’d rather be in trouble with.

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my only one ( a comfort oneshot)

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You've been doing practically nothing all day other than rotting away on your couch binging on Business Proposal again. It’s probably your 3rd time watching it, but you can't help that you're a sucker for cliches, they're good for a reason. Just as you were about to press the “Next Episode” button to start, you hear the master bedroom door open. Alex walks out noticeably fresh out of the shower, it was pretty hard to miss considering that he still had a towel in hand trying his best to dry off his wet hair. 

“Hey,” he says with a warm smile on his face

“Hey,” you reply back

“Whatcha watching, still watching that show?” He asks as he comes over to sit down alongside you on the couch. He had already changed into his sleeping clothes which consisted of just a loose shirt and some shorts, but you didn't put much thought into it considering that you use your pj’s as just house clothes too.

“Yeah, it’s just now starting to get to my favorite part” You respond, the male lead was just about to pretend to be the female lead’s girlfriend, through a fake relationship contract of course.

“Can I watch too? It must be pretty good considering you’ve been neglecting me all day,” He says jokingly

You giggle at his words, he wasn't wrong, you really haven't moved from here ever since you got up in the morning. Still aimlessly rubbing the towel on his head in a poor attempt to dry his hair, he gets comfortable on the couch in preparation to watch this show until you call it quits. Growing impatient about his hair not drying fast enough, he shakes his head around like how dogs do when they’re getting a bath, unconsciously spraying you with his hair water. He notices you flinching at the mini shower he’s just given you, “Oops, sorry I didn't mean to,” he says in a snarky tone. You giggle and playfully hit his shoulder, you honestly didn't really care that he got you a little wet, you were just happy he was around. Alex eventually gives up trying to dry his hair, accepting that he’s just going to have to leave it slightly damp until it dries by itself. The episode starts to autoplay and the intro flashes onto the screen. Alex gets comfortable as he begins to stretch his arms out to lay on the headrest of the couch accompanied by an over-exaggerated sigh. He looks over in your direction only to see you completely focused on the TV screen as if he wasn't even there ‘Wow, she's really into it,’ he thought to himself, he was amazed at how you could stay in a single spot for so long without getting sore or at the very least changing positions. 

You hear a faint heavy tapping noise, you look over to Alex patting his thigh, signaling you to lay your head down on his lap. You scooch over to get closer and lay down accordingly, your hands pressed together so you could form a makeshift pillow to rest your face on. Changing how you were sitting didn't break your focus; at that moment you were completely immersed in how the fake couple was going to keep up their relationship, the fact that the male lead had an actual crush on her made your heart flutter seeing how he would treat her if she were to accept his feelings. Suddenly you feel a soft gentle touch meet your head, warm fingers stroking your locks of hair. His loving touch was enough to distract you from the show, you turn to sneak a peek at him. Your eyes met with his wet hair, scattered moles on his face, and you take a second to really appreciate his visuals. You felt lucky that you were able to land someone as great as him in your life, the love between the two of you was pure, and his touch told you everything you could ever want to hear without needing words.

You turn back around to the TV screen, the characters were now in a completely different location and had gotten themselves into another predicament at this point; You didn't really care that you missed some of the filler in between, nothing came close to taking your focus away like how Alex did, but it wasn't a bother, rather it was just something else that kept you entertained. He didn't stop playing with your hair the entire time you were laid on him, he just kept twirling his hair between his hands for the entire episode, and the next, and the next, and the next. The warm buzz you got from him playing with your hair made you relax, you weren't even paying full attention to the show and the scenes became nothing but a blur amongst each other while they played one after another.

You feel your eyes start to get heavy, barely being able to stay awake this entire time from being so comfortable. You didn't even know what episode you guys were on, the fuzzy feeling of your hair being played with for hours made your attention drift from the screen, this entire time you were just focusing on the comfy warm tingles you felt in your head. You glance up at the digital clock you had on the TV stand, it reads ‘9:34 PM’, you look out the windows and realize the sun that was once there when Alex first joined was now gone. You let out a small groan and get up from his lap to let yourself stretch your arms and legs out a bit. 

���Oh, you're awake? I thought you fell asleep so I couldn't really move much, the show is pretty good so far though,” he joked

“Ha ha very funny,” you say sarcastically “I’ve spent wayyy too long sitting here, I think I'm gonna go take a shower before it gets late,” you say.

You start to get up, still stretching your limps and turning your neck to try and loosen up a bit,

“Wait,, you know what actually,, just go get your clothes and meet me in the bathroom. I got the rest,” Alex chimes.

You turn to look at him surprised, “Oh uhh,, sure why not. I'll see you there then,” you say in a slightly curious voice. You wanted to know what he was up to but you just decided to let yourself be surprised by him this once. Usually, you’d keep asking what it was until he spit it out, but you were surprisingly worn out from doing nothing all day so you're just going to let it happen today.

You make your way to your dresser and pick out some mickey mouse pj pants, then sneak over to his side to pick one of his shirts so it would fit oversized. You grab some other essentials like your hairbrush, some skincare, and hair serum so you could take care of yourself once you got out. And with everything you could think that you need in your arms, you make your way to the master bathroom.

Opening the door to the bathroom you're greeted with Alex crouched down next to the tub swishing the water that now had a soft pile of bubbles on top. Hearing the door open he turns around,

“Oh hey! I did a little something special for youu~,” he says happily, making sure to drag out the ‘you’ as he got up and came closer to you

“Woah, it looks nice! But what’s all of this for though?” you ask,

“Woww can I just not do something nice for once?” he teased,

“Nah I'm kidding, I saw that you were pretty tired back there when you were getting really into your show, and when I thought you were asleep I remembered that I had bought a bubble bar a while back and I thought now would be a good time to use it”

“A bubble bar?? Who taught you what that is?” you question,

“I saw it once on a post you liked that came up on my feed. I looked it up and saw that they sold it at this store called lush, and a couple weeks ago I ran into one by surprise when I was out, so I decided to pick one up,” he explains.

A smile breaks onto your face, blushing from seeing his efforts to try and make you feel cared for. It was the tiny things like this that made you head over heels for this boy, his attention to detail was so pure and you just knew he was always trying his best to make you happy.

A short silence falls over the steamy room from the hot water in the tub,

“Uhp, I should probably let you get in. Let me know if you need anything!” Alex says as a quick flush of pink runs over his cheeks, his voice starting to fade away as he approached the door, closing it behind him.

Your gaze meets with the bubbly tub filled with hot water, you begin to undress letting your clothes drop on the floor momentarily before you toss them in the clothes hamper. As you slowly submerge your body in the bubbly bath, you can feel your joints relax and your muscles loosen, the sensation of the water felt like a warm hug that wrapped around your whole body not missing a single bit of skin untouched. You let your inner thoughts take over your head, ranging from ‘What should I make for breakfast tomorrow?’ to ‘I wonder what my future is going to turn out like’. Though you didn't let your thoughts get too deep, your battery was low which meant only shallow thoughts were going to be crossing your mind tonight. Then what Alex had said earlier popped into your mind, 

“...must be pretty good considering you’ve been neglecting me all day…”

You felt a sinking feeling fall over you, you couldn't even recall any other interaction you had with him today other than when he first got out of the shower. The show was good, but you felt bad that you almost didn't pay any mind to Alex. ‘Well, it’s never too late to try and make things right,’ you tell yourself. 

“Alex!!” you call out, your voice echoing off of the bathroom walls.

You turn over to the door as you hear a creak, 

“Y-yeah? Do you need something?” He said, sounding like you caught him off guard.

You see him peeking through the tiny gap in the door, you let out a laugh upon seeing that his hand was covering his eyes. 

“It’s fine, you can uncover your eyes loser. Plus the bubbles cover me up a decent amount so it's not like anything is showing, and we literally live together too?? Stop acting so modest” you tease back at him.

He lets his eyes peek through his fingers, now gazing upon you with your hair up in a hair clip, bubbles up to your chest, your cheeks along with the tip of your nose, moistened and slightly red from the steam rising out of the hot water. He makes his way towards you and sits on the edge of the tub, leaning against the wall.

“So,” you start

“How was your day so far?” you ask

You notice that Alex was slightly taken aback, maybe he was busy with something? Maybe he thought you needed help? Whatever it was you could tell that he wasn't expecting for you to strike up a conversation.

“Well, I was mostly in meetings a majority of the day, most of them were virtual but I had to drive up to this office for this one merch meeting so I could see the designs and fabric options in person. After that, I came back home and I wound up in another quick meeting about the new SMP. I don't remember all of the details exactly but it had something to do with the mod that we use. I'm pretty sure that was my last meeting of the day, after that, I just went and took a shower and then spent the rest of my day with you.” He said a majority of his words just staring into space, but you noticed in that last sentence he looked down to see you. Feeling his stare you look up to meet your eyes with his. You could tell he missed you, his words were empty with no emotion up until you were brought up, changing his tone and more caring than a couple seconds ago. 

“What about you? I know you watched tv all day but do you have anything planned for tomorrow?” he asked as he reached for your hair clip undoing your hair and letting it fall into the water. 

“Well, I don’t really have anything planned, but I know for sure I’m not going to watch TV, I’m sick of it for now” you reply. 

“Lay your head back a bit,” he gently asks

you follow and lay your head back slightly, almost having it rest on the edge of the tub. Alex starts to cup water into his hands, bringing them up to the top of your head and gently letting it flow into your hair. He repeats this a couple times until your head is wet enough, and then reaches over to grab your shampoo that was beside him. He pours a bit out onto his hand and rubs it together slightly so it could begin to foam up. Then he starts to gently shampoo your hair, making sure to give you a small scalp massage while he was at it since he figured that your neck and head must hurt like hell after being so still on the couch all day. 

As he was shampooing your hair you felt the same feeling you had back when you had your head in his lap, all that you could think to yourself was how grateful you were to have Alex in your life. To be blunt, sometimes you thought you didn’t deserve him, that for some reason you weren’t up to his standards, maybe that you two would eventually not work out and become strangers who know every detail about each other over time. But Alex's warm, pure touch made it feel like all those thoughts that ran rampant fear through your head were slowly dissolving into the water around you.

Alex foams up your hair a decent amount, finding a good stopping point, and begins to rinse the bubbles off, once again cupping his hands into the water to rinse off the suds on your head. As he’s busy doing back and forth, he says 

“The water is starting to get cold, I’ll come back in a bit so we can brush our teeth together once you’re out, but don’t take too long, I don’t want you to get sick from the water being too cold,” he warns concerningly

it was touching that he was keeping track of small things like this, first making your bath, then shampooing your hair, now he’s making sure you get out on time so you don’t get sick? It's as if every day this man gives you more and more reasons to fall deeper for him, and it’s working. He finishes washing your hair, making sure there’s no shampoo left behind. 

“Alright I’m done, call me if you need me for anything, and remember to not let the water get cold!” he says as he starts to get up and leave

“Thank you!~” you chirp, coming back to reality after talking to yourself in your head this entire time.

You let yourself marinate in the lukewarm water for a couple more minutes before deciding it was time to get out. Looking around the bathroom you realize that there wasn't a towel within reach, and then seeing that there actually wasn't a towel at all in the entire room. You let out a small sigh, feeling like you're bothering Alex because he had just left and now you're calling him again. But you didn't have a choice, you had to get out and dry off somehow and you were pretty much stuck.

“Alexx!” you yell out

You hear quick footsteps approach as Alex opens the door, not covering his eyes this time.

“Missing something?” he says, the tone in which he said it made you think something was up but you couldn't put your finger on it. 

“Yeah actually, there isn't a towel here, can you get me one real quick?” you ask expecting him to just turn back around and get you one. An excited smile forms on his face and makes his eyes close slightly, pulling his arm out from behind him revealing a towel already in hand.

“Ta-daaa,” he says jokingly,

“Wait? So you just left me in here to begin with knowing there wasn't a towel?” You ask perplexed

“Nuh-uh, this is a special towel that I had sneaked off to get ready when you were picking out your clothes,” he says

He approaches you, his arm extending out with the towel clamped between his hands. As your fingers make contact with the towel, you realize that it was warm and maybe even a little hot.

“Did you put this in the dryer?” you say with a surprised expression,

“Yep, told you I didn't want you to end up getting sick if the water got too cold, so I thought a warm towel would be nice” he replies with a caring tone, you found it cute that he went through the trouble of sneaking around to toss it in the dryer so your body wouldn't get shocked when you got out of the bath. You take the warm towel lightly grazing your fingers alongside his,

“Well, I'll leave you to it. Come meet me in the kitchen when we’re done so we can start closing for the night okay?” he says as he makes his way out the door once more. You two came up with the term ‘closing for the night’ when you first moved in together as a way to clean up any last things around the house before the both of you went to bed. Your closing routine usually consisted of you two playing some music on your Alexa while cleaning, you even had a dedicated playlist for when you two closed. The playlist consisted of an even amount of your songs and his songs, letting it shuffle and most of the time you got an even distribution of each other's songs. You make your way out of the tub to dry off with the comfy towel. The warmth made you feel slightly drowsy but you tried your best to fight it since you still had your night routine with Alex to look forward to. Letting the tub plug loose to let the water drain, you dry off whatever excess water was on your skin and put on your pjs, using the now slightly damp towel to wrap around your head to help dry your hair a bit. Making your way out of the bathroom, you pause to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. Admiring how Alex’s shirt was just the tiniest bit too big on you draped over your shoulders, and finding funny how at your age you still owned a pair of fuzzy mickey mouse pj pants. 

You make your way out of the bathroom into the living room, finding that Alex had already started closing by giving the floors a brisk vacuum. He had just finished so by the time you walked in he was already putting it back in the cleaning closet, he notices your presence and quickly puts everything away and walks over to you. 

“Hey,” he says with his soft, kind voice, looking down the slightest bit to meet eyes with you, “did you like the bath? Hope it wasn't too hot,”

“It was really nice, and the temperature was perfect, thank you Alex. You ready to start closing?” you say gazing into his eyes while the corners of your lips begin to form a subtle smile. 

“Yep, I already got started while you were taking the bath, all we have left now is to just tidy up the kitchen a bit,” he says cupping your cheeks with his big warm hands, soon letting go to undo the towel you had wrapped around your head to let your less than dry hair droop. “If you get to see me with drenched hair, I get to see too so we’re even.” he kids, “Let me just go put the towel up, ill be back in a bit,” he says as he walks over to the bathroom once more to let the towel hang dry. You go to turn off the TV you both irresponsibly left turned on when you left for your bath, then make your way over to the kitchen sink, seeing only a couple of dirty dishes that needed to be washed along with some clean ones that needed to be put up. Also taking note that the kitchen rag needed to be washed when you were done so you could clean the sink and the countertops. It honestly wasn't that much compared to other days where closing felt like the last thing you wanted to do because of how bad the place looked, but those days were rare to come by and only really ever happened if you hosted a party or if both of you were really busy that day. 

Alex enters the main area again, seeing you start to dry off any traces of water and put up the clean dishes. Noticing the quietness of the place, he realizes that you’re missing your playlist,

“Alexa, play my ‘closing playlist’ on Spotify please,” are the first words to come out his mouth, followed by the room being filled with the melody of New Light by John Mayer, one of Alex’s songs. Making his way to you on the other side of the sink, letting the water begin to run, and starts to wash the remaining dirty dishes. You two just being in each other's presence made you both feel at home, though it was something as small as doing house chores together it was still nice memories being made together that made you smile whenever you thought back on them. Time seemed to fly by whenever you were with each other, before you knew it your closing routine had been completed, leaving you two leaning your elbows on the kitchen island, with your head leaning on his shoulder. The both of you spent a couple minutes in that position, just savoring each other's company knowing you'll have to head off to sleep soon. You weren't keeping track of whatever songs were playing because your mind was in space thinking about the blessing in your life that is Alex, when suddenly you hear a familiar tune play from the speaker. Only by LeeHi, it was probably one of your most played songs recently since it reminded you so much of your current love life, You didn't need to know the exact words of what LeeHi was saying for you to understand the meaning behind her lyrics, you could just feel that it perfectly embodied everything you've ever felt with Alex with her harmonies. 

The instrumental intro begins,

“You look cute in my shirts, you should wear them around more often,” Alex says, breaking the silence as his hand makes his way over to hold yours. You feel a slight tug from him pulling you along to the space in the middle of the main area. Stumbling your way over to stand in this new location, Alex guides your head to rest on him, placing your arms over his shoulders, with his hands laying on your waist carefully.

 “Alexa, turn the volume up” He announces. 

The two of you begin to slowly sway back and forth, lightly slow dancing in your dim apartment while the music fills your ears. A couple steps at a time, making slow and gentle turns as the song continued onto its chorus. One of his hands lifts from your waist to meet with the top of your head, gently caressing your still half-wet hair. You could hear his heartbeat from his chest, it wasn't going noticeably fast, it was a steady strong beat that seemed to even slow down as the song continued, signaling that he felt calm and at peace. You dug your head in slightly more into his chest, you loved being close to him and feeling his touch. You felt safe around him, the kind of safe where you felt protected from any harm and had the freedom to be who you really were. Freedom to allow yourself to be vulnerable around him, letting him see your highs and your lows. Dancing together felt like discovering a new kind of intimacy, the type of intimacy that was pure with intentions of making things last, the kind that made your eyes tear up because you just want to sincerely say ‘I love you,’ making you happy that he was ‘my only one’. The gentle sways made you think about all of the things you’ve yet to experience alongside him, all of the sunsets you’ve watched together and the ones you haven't seen yet, and how together you're going to experience the many stages of what people call love. 

“Lalalalala.. my only one…” you hear as the song fades to an end. Silence fills the room, Alex lifts your head away from his chest, planting a light, loving kiss on your forehead. 

“Let's go get ready for bed,” He whispers softly as he takes your hand so the both of you can go brush your teeth before you go to sleep. He guides the way, turning off any lights along the way in the rooms that’ll be empty for the night. He gets your toothbrushes ready and you both start cleaning your teeth, it was eerily silent, you were still sensitive from all of the emotions you felt back there. Alex noticing your slightly uncomfortable gaze, puts his hand on your head, giving you small pats as you brush your teeth. It was something small from him, but his touch always helped. The two of you finish up and start getting tucked into bed together, Alex pulling back the sheets so you could get cozy first then he soon followed. He turns off his bedside lamp, quickly washing the room in darkness, and turning over to face you buried among the sheets. Alex reaches out, pulling you in closer to him so you can rest your head against your chest, letting you begin to drift to sleep in his arms. Your mind starts to unwind, as you feel your eyes get heavy and your body starts to melt away into the early stages of sleep. The only thing left on your mind is thinking about how you’re happy that he’s the first thing that greets your eyes every morning. Waking up beside him was something you always looked forward to and it was your favorite part about starting a new day. Your thoughts begin to slowly dissolve as you feel yourself give in to your exhaustion from the long day.

“Goodnight... I love you..” he whispers as he gently strokes your hair.

“Goodnight Alex... I love you too…”

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A Comprehensive Guide to Bath Fittings and Accessories

Bathrooms are a sanctuary within our homes, a place where one can go to disconnect from the rest of the world, recharge and do self-care. Nevertheless, achieving a decently luxurious and smoothly functional bathroom calls for much more than just a careful blend of good looks and takes consideration of the fittings and accessories that can effectively do the job of improving both shape and functionality. From trendy and modern lugs to fancy and practical bathroom fittings accessories, choosing the correct ones turns your private room into a place where you can always enjoy and relax.

Bath Fittings: Heart of Your Bathroom

Bath fitting is a basic device that assists the water to enter into your bathroom and then helps to control it. These lighting units perform a prime function of almost everybody who occupies the space and also play a major role in the design and the feel of this space. Materials used for making bathroom fittingsneed to be taken into consideration while buying them as well. You have to decide whether it is sleek or inconspicuous, high bearing or of good quality, useful or not.

1. Faucets and Showerheads

Faucets, showerheads and other fixtures are identical to the ownership of some piece of real estate in our home and they give us a real sense of home service and making the real space. Also, they identify the space and set an overall tone of the same area. The variety of these fixing types ranges from classic styles to modern and minimalist designs which, in turn, just makes the harmony of your bathroom look more natural.

Your faucets and showerheads should also be chosen based on finish, handle style and with the spout design in mind. It does not matter whether you fancy the timeless lined beauty of chrome or the softly consoling tactlessness of brushed nickel, the range is so diverse that everyone will surely find truly personalized options.

2. Water-saving tap faucets and shower systems

If you're an aficionado of a pampering bathtub — or shower systems — you well know such fixtures make your bathroom into a new heaven. Apart from the unique tub fillers, and multi-jet shower systems among other fixtures, one can truly always have a full-on spa feeling even but right at home.

Bathroom Fittings Accessories

Whereas bathroom fittings are the headliners, the bathroom fittings accessories are the ones playing a vital supportive role in assisting the glamour of the space. This gear not only gives you enough comfort and utility but also elevates the bathroom's style.

1. Towel rails and stands

Towel bars and racks are among the necessary bathroom installations which help you to clean up your bathroom area and to get rid of junk. These add-ons can be bought in a great number of designs which you can choose from the most stylish, modern, traditional, and ornamental options. It means that you will always be able to find what you are looking for ready to harmonize with your bath fittings.

2. Hooks and rings on the robes!

Having a coat rack where you can hang your dressing gown after taking a bath or a shower will add to the experience the best feeling of your home. Robe hooks and rings are for combining the best functionality with design, for you to have a little magic when you are moving your clothes and a bit of elegance.

3. Toilet Paper Holders

Though, the same, for some reason, toilet paper holders are usually forgotten to be ordered and are one of the most important bathroom accessories. A nicely installed toilet paper holder, indeed, not only maintains the beauty of your bathroom but also such trivial duties as changing a roll of toilet paper can be made to appear even more elegant.

4. Soap Bowls and Liquid Dispensers

Sinkbaskets and dispensers are they are the "must-have" brushes with a degrading element of hygiene and order which is the goal of the bathroom. From beautifully sleek and modern looking to more intricate and decorative ones, these fittings are capable of transforming your bath fittings and at the same time, they will supply the necessities without moving you from the room.

5. Shelves and Caddies

Space holders like bathroom shelves and caddies serve the purpose of storage while stowing your stuff conveniently beside you. These bathroom fittings accessories join functionality with sleek design, permitting the safe-keeping of the bathroom in an organized and presentable good condition.

The Quality and Durability

However, it is very important to choose durable and high-quality items at the beginning so that they last for a long time. Always keep an eye on product quality by buying materials of superior grade like solid brass, stainless steel and long-lasting plastics. These materials should ensure longevity and be resistant to corrosion and wear.

Lastly, make it a habit to go for items made from renewable materials or processed through environmentally friendly processes, which will in turn eliminate many harmful elements.

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