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[techwrecker]

Handful of Roses

Summary: It’s you and Logan’s anniversary and he can’t even be bothered to show up. You’re left alone, wondering where he could possibly be.

Genre: Angst ⇒ Fluff

Tags: SFW, minor swearing, angst & fluff (duh), fem!reader, no use of y/n, reader calls logan bub sarcastically, logan is still a mutant, sickeningly sweet ending,

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: "Logan forgets a special event? Angst to fluff. Maybe a birthday, anniversary or special date night."

A/N: Tysm for the request! I really hope you enjoy it!

Other: dividers by @moosgraphics & @saradika (tysm!)

The congealed pasta slid into the trash bin with a solid thud. Hours of your hard work gone to waste.

Tonight you and Logan were supposed to be celebrating your one year anniversary. When you suggested the idea to Logan, he wasn’t too keen on going out to a fancy restaurant, so you compromised by promising to fix him something at home. You had made him swear he would be home by 7 to eat. You wanted him for the evening— all to yourself.

And yet.

You checked the time on the stove— 8:45 p.m. You had half a mind to lock Logan out. If he was going to break his promises, you were going to make him pay the price for it. Your heels clattered against the floor as you made your way to the front door. Just as you were about to turn the deadbolt, a tiny piece of your heart shot a plea of forgiveness through you. You hesitated, weighing the pros and cons.

On one hand, Logan deserved exactly what he had coming. You wanted to drive home your frustration. If he wanted to act like an animal, then he could sleep in the dog house.

But then again, staying in the house alone made you nervous. The house you shared was out in the middle of the woods and your mind tended to run wild with dangerous scenarios at the slightest sound. Usually, Logan was home before dark to protect you from your overactive imagination.

You decided to be nice to him. Especially since the rain was really coming down outside and storms made you nervous. And despite how angry you were with Logan, you didn’t want him to come down with anything.

You withdrew your hand from the door. The figure-hugging dress you had put on just for him was starting to scratch at your skin. This was the last straw. You let the plates clatter into the sink, not caring if they shattered or not and stormed off to the bedroom to find your fuzziest pajamas.

You gathered the pajamas and a towel and headed to the shower, turning the temperature gauge as hot as you could stand. You hoped the boiling temperature would take your mind off the disappointment Logan left you alone with.

Unfortunately, as soon as the water had saturated your hair, and turned your skin a flaming red, you burst into tears. You sat down in the bottom of the tub, wrapping your arms around your folded body to console yourself. Salty tears mixed with the water for some time. You weren’t sure exactly how much time had passed since you had gotten in, but your fingers had already pruned by the time you calmed down enough to stand up again.

You knew Logan cared about you, so why did he have to forget stuff like this? It was important to you— you wanted it to be important to him, too. Your life was sucky before he came into it. Was it really too much to ask for him to acknowledge the wins with you? For a man who had walked the earth for over 200 years, a one year anniversary is probably just a drop in the bucket. But to you, it meant the world.

You turned off the water and toweled off. The vibrations of the front door slamming closed shook the walls.

“Hello?” You heard Logan’s voice call out. “Y’home, darlin’?”

You nonchalantly dried your sopping hair a few seconds longer before pulling on your pajamas. You wanted to make him sweat a little. Logan’s footsteps were thudding about the house, looking for you. You waited in the bathroom, arms crossed.

After a few more minutes, a gentle knock sounded against the door.

“You in there?” His voice was soft and tender. It was the voice he used whenever he pleaded cutely for hugs and kisses. Your expression softened out of habit. Not fair.

Your mind brought you back to reality. His manipulative tactic only fueled your anger. You ripped the door open. “Yes, Logan. I-“

Logan’s appearance cut your spiel short. He was filthy. Sloppy mud was splattered from his boots to the chest of his t-shirt, his jacket was soaked through, and his face was covered in dark grease— a giant, walking contrast to your soft, pink appearance. He extended his arm to you, a wilted and nearly bare bouquet of roses in his fist. His forlorn expression reflected the misfortune of his appearance. You almost felt sorry for him.

“Before you say anything,” he rushed out. “I want to tell you that I can’t apologize enough, darlin’. These are f’r you.”

“What the hell happened?” The hot tears threatened to well up again. “You were supposed to be here hours ago,” you said, shakily.

“I know, I know. The goddamn pickup quit on me after work tonight. Nobody in town had the part I needed.” He paused, expecting you to cut in. You kept silent and let him continue his excuse. “I had to walk home in the friggin’ storm.” He raised his arms in exasperation.

It explained why he was late, but not why he was absolutely covered in mud. At most, his boots would have been caked.

You jutted your chin out, gesturing to his mud-covered body. “And that? You’re gonna be late and track mud through my clean house?”

“You’re gonna laugh at me.” He looked down at the floor, avoiding your eyes.

You crossed your arms and set your expression in a slight frown. It was difficult to be intimidating in pink, fuzzy pajamas and slippers, but you did your best anyways. “Try me.”

Logan rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, clearly embarrassed. “I slipped.”

“What do you mean, ‘you slipped’?”

“On the walk home. Tripped on a tree root and fell face first. I tried savin’ the flowers but…” He let the twiggy bouquet speak for itself.

You thought for a moment. It was difficult to imagine your stoic Logan tripping on anything, much less falling into mud and trying to save delicate roses in the process. A tiny smile crept onto your lips. You took the few flowers that were left out of his hands and took a whiff. Logan visibly relaxed his shoulders as you accepted his gift.

“I figured once my truck is up’n’runnin’, we could go out to celebrate instead.”

You lit up, eyes jumping from the roses to meet his gaze. “Oh, Logan! You mean it?”

“‘Course, darlin’. How else ‘m I supposed to make it up to my favorite girl?”

How were you supposed to stay mad at him when he looked at you like that? His deep hazel eyes contained nothing but devotion for you with a smile sweet as honey.

“I guess I’ll make an exception— just this once,” You gave in to his appeal.

He made a move to envelop you in a hug, but he was met with your index finger pressed to his chest before he could wrap his dripping, disgusting arms around you.

“Nuh-uh. I don’t think so, bub. You gotta get cleaned up before you come any closer.”

He looked down at the clothes sticking to his body. “Oh— right.”

You sidestepped around him, giving him a wide berth trying to avoid touching the mess of a man. He left the door open as he peeled the clothes from his body. He had no shame about his body and you didn’t mind one bit. Making your way to the kitchen, you found a delicate glass vase under the sink. It fit the handful of roses nicely. Despite the rough journey, the roses that did make it out were somehow still perfectly picturesque.

The roses reminded you of your relationship with Logan. It’s not exactly like he was the easiest person to live with. In fact, you had bought more sheets in the past year than you ever had in your entire life. His nightmares could get awfully terrible. You would hop out of bed and run to the other side of the room— not because you were scared of him. But because you knew he would never forgive himself if he hurt you, even unconsciously. It was one of the little ways you were able to try and protect him— by protecting yourself.

But when you were with him, it was hard to imagine being anywhere else. Logan adored you. Every fiber in his being did everything it possibly could to please you. You knew he would always love you.

The shower shut off, hazy steam rolling from the bathroom into the hall. You pulled out a bag of popcorn to make while Logan got dressed. As the kernels began to pop, you heard his heavy footsteps carry him to the bedroom. The opening and shutting of drawers told you he was about finished up.

You were monitoring the popcorn when now-clean Logan wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Hiya, darlin’.” His voice was low and relaxed. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and nuzzled into your neck. His soapy scent somehow made him more attractive.

“Hi baby,” you said, bringing your hand up to caress the side of his head. His hair was still damp, but you didn’t mind. “I’m glad you’re home. I missed you today.”

“I miss you every day,” he said into the crook, his warm breath brushing against your skin. He lifted his face to meet your gaze.

You tilted your head to give him a gentle kiss, lips tenderly pressing together. His scratchy facial hair grazed your face. The sensation kept you grounded— reminded you that he was real and he loved you.

He cupped your face, turning you toward him slightly. He searched your eyes and found only love in them.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” He pulled you tight against his chest, letting his strong arms swathe you in his adoration. “I love you.”

You melted into him. What would you ever do without your Logan?

“I love you too, Logan.”

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[miclipse]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ princess & the fish.

pairing: rafayel x fem! reader

synopsis: rafayel’s dream of turning into a human had miraculously come true! but things didn't turn out like he had expected…

word count: 3.7k

cw: afab! reader, rafayel is a fish (literally, but he turns into a human), reader is a princess, nicknames used (princess, your highness), rafayel struggling to walk with legs, rafayel hates toes, very slight and brief abysswalker! rafayel reference (just one line), reader finds rafayel half-naked in her room, fluff

dt: everyone that wanted fishy rafayel (aka fifi) to turn into a human + the person in my asks asking if i was continuing this.

note: reupload because apparently my post didn’t show up in the tags :( but unfortunately that means the ask got deleted as well, sorry anon :(

likes reblogs & comments appreciated! <3

this all had to be a dream, right?

…actually, no. this was most definitely a nightmare, if anything.

because why else would rafayel be standing naked in your bedroom, the fishtank he once called his home now nothing but shattered glass scattered across your study table?

there was no logical explanation for this, rafayel thought to himself while struggling to manoeuvre around your room with his new pair of human appendages.

he spent at least ten minutes stumbling over his toes while trying to make his way to your bathroom door.

…seriously, why did humans even have a need for toes? and ten of them, at that!

when rafayel had finally, finally made it to the bathroom entrance, he spent another five minutes figuring out the mechanism behind how to open it.

turns out, the grand secret behind it was that he had to push the door, not pull.

once in the bathroom, rafayel was tempted to fill up your bathtub with water and just jump in for a swim, but he figured seeing a naked man with a towel wrapped around his waist would be a little less intense for you than having to see a fully naked stranger swimming around in your tub.

thus, rafayel opted to grab a spare towel from the cabinet just under the sink, carelessly tying it around his waist to hide his indecency before you came back from your royal duties.

rafayel spent yet another ten minutes trying to walk out of your bathroom (he nearly slipped at least twice but he refuses to talk about it) and towards the nearest furniture he could sit on without it breaking due to his new physique.

looking around your bedroom to ensure that there were no maids around to witness this phenomenon, rafayel plopped himself on the edge of your soft mattress.

resting his head on his fist, his eyebrows furrowed in the process.

this was not how he imagined things to go at all.

in all honesty, rafayel was pretty satisfied living life as your pet fish. though there were many pros and cons that came along with his new domestic life, he wouldn't have wished for things to be any different than how it was.

of course, there were times when rafayel would ponder to himself how life would be for him if he were to turn into a human and be able to properly talk with you.

but out of all the exaggerated and cliche scenarios rafayel had fantasized about during his free time (which was whenever you were not around), being naked with only a fluffy white towel tied around his waist as he dreadfully waited for you to return was definitely not one of them.

well, it probably was. but it was not at the top of his list, that was for sure.

but here came the real question—

how did he even turn into a human? there was no logical or scientific reason behind how all of this was possible. rafayel had never heard others talk about stories of fishes turning into humans either.

well, unless you included ariel from that little mermaid movie. but ariel was a mermaid, so it really was not exactly the same as rafayel’s current predicament.

and besides, rafayel didn’t think he knew or angered any shady sea witches back when he lived in the waters.

there was nothing he could really do at the moment. as much as rafayel wanted to sneak to the royal library to dig out some sacred books in order to do some research about his condition, he dared not imagine the consequences he would have to face if anyone caught him sneaking out of the princess’s private chambers with only a skimpy bath towel covering him from waist-down.

just the image of him getting beheaded by the royal guards was enough to convince rafayel not to leave your private chambers, knowing it was the safest place for him to be in right now.

so his only option now was to wait for his princess to return to her chambers so that he could try to explain the situation to you in hopes that your naive little brain could understand and help him out.

he was your beloved fish afterall, so surely you would find a way to help him, right?

an ear-piercing scream echoed loudly through the room.

rafayel's eyes snapped open in panic and immediate dread, sitting up from the bed frantically only to be met with a big white thing smacking his face.

as he made a clumsy attempt to back away from the bed and nearly tripping over his newly grown toes (human toes be damned), rafayel’s eyes wandered to the big white thing that was thrown at him.

it was your polar bear plushie, he noted.

rafayel then turned to look at the door, only to see you standing there looking like a frightened kitten, now holding a thick, hard-cover book ready to launch at him once more.

it was only then rafayel realised that he had accidentally fallen asleep in your bed while waiting for you to come back.

this was not good. not good at all.

“who… who are you?!” you shrieked out, preparing yourself to throw the book in his face within the next five seconds if he didn't respond.

“me? i’m…” without even realizing it, rafayel darted his eyes to look at your study table as he fell silent, his lips pursing together.

you gave him a look of skepticism before slowly following his gaze. the man watched as you let out a horrified gasp when you saw that your fishtank was nothing but shattered glass on the table.

“fifi!”

running to your study table, you stared at what once used to be fifi's home for the past three months, now nothing but broken shards scattered all across the table.

“you! what have you done to my fifi?”

rafayel backed up into the corner of the room when you pointed an accusatory finger at him, feeling very wronged by your assumption.

what, did you think he ate your fish or something?

“woah!”

to prevent his nose from breaking tonight, rafayel quickly moved his head to the side to narrowly dodge the book in your hands that came flying towards his face.

that was a close one.

“let's use words, shall we?”

before you had a chance to frantically look around your bedroom for a new deadly weapon to fling at rafayel's handsome face, he had to think of something believable, and fast.

“i’m asking you one last time, where. is. my. fish?”

your eyes narrowed and your eyebrows furrowed as you glared at rafayel as an attempt to threaten him.

rafayel doesn't really have the heart to tell you that your glare was nothing more than a little fly trying to square up to a frog.

not the best comparison, but you get it.

“well, if you're looking for fifi, i’m right here.” rafayel responded as nonchalantly as he could, desperately trying to hold back his laughter.

you shot him an incredulous look, obviously doubtful with his claim of being your pet fish. rafayel felt absolutely scrutinized under your gaze while you looked at him up and down.

“do you think i’m five?”

“well, given how you spend your nights talking to a fish like it's your newfound soulmate, i wouldn't doubt it.”

man, rafayel wished he could describe how proud he felt when he saw your jaw slacken and you gawk at him with wide eyes.

it felt so good finally being able to talk back to you, and in a way that you understood him too. rafayel picks this over ‘glub! glub! glub!’ anyday.

you looked around the room cautiously, before your eyes landed back on rafayel.

no one really knew that you spent your nights telling your baby fishy little bedtime stories.

…not unless this man in your room was fifi himself. it was a secret solely kept between you and fifi.

…still, it wouldn't hurt to double check, right?

“oh yeah? tell me something about fifi then.” you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest. you still felt doubtful over this whole situation. “anything at all.”

i mean, it wasn't everyday that you got to see your fish turn into a grown man (that was also naked, you observed), now a head taller than you.

rafayel smirked at your demand. oh boy, where should he start? he had many, many juicy secrets that he could spill to you. ones that he knew were only shared between you and your beloved fishy (him) in these very four walls.

but he was determined to embarrass the hell out of you, so he was thinking what exactly was the most embarrassing moment you've ever told him.

maybe he should start with that one time you started weeping your eyes out in front of his tank because you thought he was sick and about to die since he wasn't eating the kibbles you poured into his tank? (you were overfeeding him).

or perhaps that one time you told him you accidentally broke your mom's jewellery box while trying on her earrings and blamed it all on the maid instead?

oh. he couldn't forget the countless amounts of times you fell asleep sprawled over the study table, your hair looking as neat as a bird’s nest, drool escaping from the corner of your lips and dripping onto the sleeve of your nightgown as you snored the night away.

but the most memorable one of them all was…

“...remember that time when you tried to cut a piece of strawberry cake and dump it into my tank?” rafayel questioned, a smirk appearing on his lips as his eyebrow quirked upwards, anticipating the kind of reaction you’d give.

the way your eyes widened in horror and the tips of your ears started to tint in a dark red hue was enough for rafayel to conclude that he had won this round.

“only fifi would know that…” you mumbled out in utter disbelief. was this man standing in front of you really your pet fish of three months?

“exactly.” rafayel puffed out his chest proudly at your words. “but if you’re not convinced, i can tell you about that time when you tried to bring my fishtank to your bed so you could hug me to sleep—”

oh. not that. you desperately cut rafayel off mid-sentence.

“stop! stop, stop!” your face felt hot, as if you just ran a whole marathon with no breaks in between.

there was an awkward and tense silence lingering in the air, with you looking at your pet fish dead in the eyes.

“s.. so it really is you, fifi…” you managed to mutter out, albeit still in disbelief that your pet fish was now a grown man a head taller than you.

rafayel doesn’t have it in him to break the devastating piece of news to you that his name was actually ‘rafayel’ before you came along.

“affirmative.” fifi— or, rafayel, nodded his head without a beat of hesitation.

you both then proceeded to awkwardly stare at each other without a word, waiting for each other to break the tense silence.

eventually, rafayel was the one that broke the silence.

“so…” he sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck, feeling like a fish out of the water (literally and figuratively). “has the shock died down yet?” he asked, hoping you were calm enough to have a proper conversation with him.

you blinked and glanced back at the broken fish tank a couple of times to make sure that rafayel was not some kind of crazy hallucination stemming from your lack of sleep recently.

“well, not really.”

“good enough for me.” rafayel casually bent down and picked up the weapons you used for your assassination attempt (your books and polar bear plushie), making his way to your study table to put the books back where they belong.

“i know you probably have a lot of questions, your highness,” rafayel’s gentle voice filled the room’s silence once again. “but i, too, don’t have the answers to them. i hope your highness can forgive me.”

he briefly glanced at you from his peripheral vision, a faint and apologetic smile ghosting his lips while he slotted the books back into the shelf.

you were still standing in the middle of the room, your eyes following rafayel’s figure while he was putting back your books. you still had the dumbfounded and surprised look from this whole ordeal.

when rafayel caught sight of you meekly nodding your head in silent agreement to his words, he took it as a sign to continue speaking.

“since you’re free tomorrow, how about your highness help a fishy out to find a way to turn me back?” he asked with a chuckle, making a final stop to your bed and gently placing your polar bear down by the pillows, now reunited with the rest of your fuzzy friends.

“how’d you know i’m—”

oh, that’s right. you told fifi at the start of this week that you had tomorrow to yourself. the realisation that you spent your nights practically telling this man (in his fish form) the a to z’s about your life started to settle in, coupled with embarrassment.

“oh.. right..” the corners of your lips twitched into an uncomfortable smile, trying to keep your cool despite the absurd situation unfolding before your very eyes.

“also, do you mind if i borrow a hoodie of yours or something? walking around with only a skimpy towel around my waist is a little uncomfortable.”

“ack!”

before you could protest, rafayel strutted towards your wardrobe and began rummaging through it like a stray mouse in search of a slab of cheese.

attempting to recollect your composure, you stammered out a remark in hopes to gain back some sort of control.

“h..hey! is this how you act in someone else’s bedchamber?”

rafayel halted his scavenger hunt for a brief moment.

“… i’ll remember for next time.”

…and he’s back to digging through your wardrobe for one of your oversized hoodies.

in the end, rafayel settled with one of your gray hoodies coupled with a pair of sweatpants he miraculously could fit in.

“what’s this?”

a look of confusion washed over his face as the fish stepped out of your bathroom, finally properly clothed.

his eyes were glued to the unfamiliar scene before him. a thick woven quilt was spread across the carpeted floor not far away from your bedframe, accompanied by two pillows and a neatly folded but thin blanket sitting on top of it.

“your new bed for the night.”

your response was as casual as inviting a friend over for a sleepover.

you gave his new bed a few soft pats, a gesture to coax him over, before making your way back to your own cozy haven.

“since you don’t fit in a fish tank anymore, i figured we have to come up with an alternative.”

rafayel watched as you tucked yourself into bed and fluffed up your pillows, getting ready to drift to dreamscape anytime from this point forward.

“yeah, well what if your maids see me?” his voice was full of skepticism as he approached his new bed, lifting up the blanket to fit into the warm cocoon.

“then i can tell them that you’re fifi.”

one of rafayel’s eyebrows quirked up in doubt and a hint of amusement.

“and will they buy it?”

“no.”

“…”

well, that was reassuring.

rafayel’s head was resting against the pillows now, completely unimpressed with your response while also trying to get used to sleeping outside of the water.

“well, but that’s something we’ll both deal with tomorrow.” you laughed nervously, leaning back against the plush pillows and turning your body so that you were laying on your side; facing rafayel with a faint smile ghosting your lips.

staring into your eyes like this made rafayel’s heart swell in an odd way. he didn’t know exactly how to put it to words, but the atmosphere of your bedroom felt dangerously intimate right now.

in fact, way too intimate for an owner and her pet fish to be having.

rafayel was no fool— he could tell how you seemed to be holding back more now that he had taken the form of a human. how the gaze you directed towards him still held a hint of love and affection amidst all of your other mixed emotions. you looked at him as if nothing had changed between the two of you, like he was still that tiny fish you had brought back home (kidnapped) three months ago.

“yeah… we should get some rest. we’ll be ransacking our brains a lot tomorrow.” rafayel agreed with a nod of his head, breaking eye contact first by turning his head to look up at the ceiling, trying to get rid of the dangerously growing intimacy dancing between the two of you.

his arm slid beneath his head to get into a more comfortable position for himself, still in disbelief that he was actually a human now.

he tried. keyword, tried to ignore the lingering feeling of not being able to bury his little fishy body in his favourite coral reef to fall asleep, and instead having to settle with sleeping on the cold hard ground with a paper-thin blanket that barely reached to the tip of his toes.

but in the end, the thought still greatly bothered him.

“tell me a bedtime story.”

…the words flew out of his mouth before rafayel could even comprehend what he was saying.

“i beg your pardon?” your expression morphed into one of astonishment.

“what? don’t you always go on and on about your day in front of my fishtank?” rafayel scoffed, turning his head back to face you. he had been kept awake against his will, forced to listen to your endless ramblings ever since you first kidnapped him.

he had grown so accustomed to your excited life updates that it was part of his daily routine now. rafayel always relied on your storytelling to help him get sleepy and prepare for bedtime, and he definitely wasn’t going to let this routine stop tonight just because he had grown a pair of legs out of thin air.

“… how about you tell me a bedtime story this time, fifi?”

your soft voice almost made rafayel wonder if he misheard what you had just said.

“hah, me? as if i have any tales that would fascinate you.” rafayel was quick to dismiss the idea of telling you a story.

one, bedtime storytelling was your thing. it always has been, and it always will be. as a fish, rafayel was habituated to just listening. i mean, he was a fish, there wasn’t much he could say to you in the first place. asking him for a sudden role reversal to play as the storyteller was beyond his expertise and comfort zone.

and two, his life out in the seas wasn’t as interesting or fascinating as whatever you were expecting.

or in other words, rafayel had no stories to tell in the first place.

“oh come on, i’m sure there’s some interesting stories about your life before you started living here.” you continued to persuade him further, trying to give him a metaphorical nudge to get him to open up.

rafayel really couldn’t resist when you talked to him in that soft and persuasive tone. you might as well grow a pair of fins and live in the ocean as a siren with how easily you allured him to obey your words.

“fine, fine, let me think of something,” the fish grumbled, his eyebrows furrowing together as he dug through his memories for anything worth mentioning to you.

entertaining a princess was hard work— rafayel was finally starting to understand the pressure of being in the presence of a princess like yourself. it was like there was an invisible expectation for him to uphold. one that was unspoken, but still anticipated in a way.

“does me being chased by an octopus sound entertaining enough for you, your highness?”

the way your smile grew, and your eyes held a hint of curiosity made rafayel let out a breath he didn’t even realise he had been holding.

so that was how he began telling you about the instance where he was chased by an octopus back when he was still adventuring around in the stray waters.

rafayel’s storytelling skills wasn’t top tiered as compared to yours. his story began awkward, his tone unnatural. this was not his forte, so he was basically a fish out of the water (once again, literally and figuratively).

however, the sounds of your soft giggles, hums of acknowledgement and occasional small nods of your head served to be the main catalyst for him to improve as the story progressed.

by the time the story reached its climax, he sounded more confident and sure of himself. he also was more natural when speaking and somehow, without even realising it, managed to lull you to dreamscape.

“...seriously? just as i was at the good part too.” rafayel muttered, feigning mild irritation when he saw that your eyes were closed, facial features relaxed, along with your breathing deep and slow.

rafayel let out a defeated sigh, lightly shaking his head before he turned his head to face back towards the ceiling again.

he finally understood how you always managed to fall asleep so quickly after telling him about your day— talking in such an excessive manner was… tiring. and now, he was feeling the growing fatigue about to consume him too.

he briefly snuck a glance at your sleeping form through his peripheral vision, the corners of his lips gently tugging upwards into a smile.

rafayel’s mind was tired, but his heart was filled to the brim with nothing but affection. affection that you had been showering him with for the past three months.

“no matter what form i take, you’ll still love me just the same, huh?”

he wasn't expecting an answer. he didn't need your verbal response to confirm his thoughts in the first place. the facts were as clear as day before his very eyes.

his vision was getting blurry, his breathing slowing down and his eyes feeling heavier with each blink.

rafayel vaguely remembered letting out one final whisper before everything fell to the darkness.

“…at least now i can finally tell you that i love you too, princess.”

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[yelenasdiary]

hi could you maybe write something about Lizzie being pregnant? and maybe be giving birth to reader and her’s baby girl, maybe at home, (in a tub?) hehe, i dont know if its cringe😅 but kind of chaos, but also fluff😅

New Life

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: Life is about to change in front of your eyes & you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Tiny Angst | Fluff | Childbirth | 1K |

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope this was what you were looking for x, enjoy! - I kind of forgot to add the chaos omg!!

It had been a long 9 months for both you and your wife, Lizzie. 9 months full of excitement, worry, more excitement and the normal stresses that come along with having a baby. During Lizzie's entire pregnancy she wasn't seen by the public world, a few times in the early stages of her pregnancy grabbing some groceries but when Scarlett gave her some advice on how to avoid the paparazzi, the world saw less of the actress. It wasn't a bad thing; it was something you and Lizzie both knew that it would be best that she had as much privacy as she could get during her pregnancy. 

With Lizzie's water breaking just moments before you two were going to have a shower, it was a rush to get the tub ready and luckily for you, the midwife only lived a few blocks away and was over before you knew it. You helped with work through each contraction that came in waves while the midwife checked to see how dilated Lizzie was. 

It hit you suddenly that your world was about to change in a matter of hours, of course this was what you expected but for some reason it really hit you that you were about to become a parent. 

*****

"Something smells amazing!" you smiled as you walked into the kitchen to see Lizzie stirring something in a large pot, Lizzie looked over her shoulder and smiled, "I'm just making some pasta sauce" she replied with a chuckle as you wrapped your arms around her from behind and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

"Still, it smells great" you spoke softly. It was then that it caught your eye that Lizzie didn't have her normal glass of wine half full sitting on the countertop beside the stove. "Let me get you a glass, what are you feeling tonight? Red? White?" you asked before pulling away to get a wine class from the cupboard. 

"About that" Lizzie turned on her heals to face you, "I can't have any for a while" she added. Your eyes shot wide open; a smile tugged at your lips as you came to the realisation of what Lizzie was saying. She nodded as she watched your brain click to the news. 

"We're having a baby?!" you walked over to her and placed your hands softly on her lips, "yes" she replied softly before you crashed your lips onto hers. 

*****

With Lizzie's hand in yours, you used your thumb to gently stroke the top of her hand to help calm her after a contraction. Her head rested against you while you sat behind her. "We forgot to pick up a few things from the baby store" your wife spoke as she looked up at you. 

"It'll be okay, I'll call them later and let them know what's happened" you couldn't help but chuckle, "I think they'd be very understanding and if not then I have no idea why they are a business" you added making Lizzie giggle.

Although Lizzie's pregnancy had its pros, it also had its cons. There were moments of worry and concern as you held her hair back while her morning sickness took its toll, draining her of the little energy she had. If it wasn't morning sickness, it was heart burn and struggling to make herself comfortable as her bump grew bigger. Family gatherings really took a toll on Lizzie, even for an actress who is used to answering the same questions over and over again, having everybody she knew and loved ask her 100 times over things about her pregnancy was different and you were quick to give her a break and answer some of those questions for yourself. 

But with all the cons, the pros always came shining through. Lizzie would boost to you that being pregnant meant she was entitled to the last snack on the plate, the last cookie? Hers. The last banana? Hers. The last slice of cake? Hers. One of her favorite things to do was baby shop, online or instore, she loved it. Although, you liked it better when it was online because she could spend as many hours as she pleased, and your legs wouldn't get sore. 

 ****

"Honey!! Look how adorable this little suit is!" Lizzie took the tiny boys suit off the rack and showed you, "it's so tiny!" she added while eyeing off the piece of clothing. Of course, she brought it just in case. You both decided to let the sex of your unborn baby be a surprise and so Lizzie was sure to buy gender neutral, girls and boys items so it wasn't a surprise that she brought the tiny suit. 

"It's adorable" you smiled softly, "it's crazy to think that somebody can be this small!" You added in amazement. 

"I wish our baby could stay tiny forever" Lizzie commented while walking away, her eyes already caught on something else.

****

As her contractions started to become more intense, you reminded Lizzie she was doing amazing and that was the truth. For her entire pregnancy you have watched her body and mind change and just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she did. She was truly the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid eyes on. 

"It's time" the midwife looked up at Lizzie who was more than ready to hold her baby. She took one last look at you, "are you ready?" she asked which didn't surprise you, she'd always been the one to make sure you were on top of things and doing things when you were ready, you nodded, "I've never felt more ready" you placed a soft kiss on her lips knowing that the next kiss you'd share with her, your lives would be different.

After what felt like forever, the loud cries of your baby finally entered the room. Lizzie was exhausted but still managed to have the worlds proudest smile on her lips. "Congratulations, it's a girl" the midwife smiled at the two of you before whisking your daughter to be wiped and wrapped before carefully placing her in Lizzie's arms. 

You felt a tear roll down your cheek when you laid eyes on your daughter, everything would be different now and there isn't a single bone in your body that would change that for the world. "She's perfect" you whispered before placing a kiss on Lizzie's cheek, "you're perfect" you added.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Scared And Red [Dandy Mott]

Angst / fluff

Being Dandy's favourite servant always came with pros and cons. Possibly the biggest con, was Gloria rotting away 6 feet under and having to be by Dandy's side 24/7 now.

Request by the wonderful @davrosfan23 !! Thank you for this <3 I missed writing for my insane boy. (If you're part of my taglist pls let me know if I can continue tagging you in Dandy fics!)

No one's perspective

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Gloria was dead.

It was coming and you knew it.

Dora was dead first, you didn't question it. Why would you? Dandy explained his plans to you, charming your life away to him. Overall, he made you his own personal servant. Promising to keep you protected and safe for the rest of time, no matter how angry he got or how close he got to slitting your throat. The looming threat of murder hung over your head like a cartoon rain cloud.

Knock after knock, ring after ring. All you said was "Gloria is busy! Don't come back." Blunt, straight to the point, and they never usually did.

You were about to say those words to the woman at the door, but you got cut off by the brat standing behind you, hand on your shoulder. "Regina! Good to see you." He flattered, practically pushing you to the side as the childhood friends started to talk.

Back to your duties, you assumed. Walking into the kitchen and preparing whatever you could for the two in Dandy's playroom.

Only when you saw Regina fleeing out of the front door did you know something was up. Not particularly uncommon for Dandy, but still concerned you anyway. "Dandy?" You asked, stepping up the stairs softly, the tray of sweets in hand. "Dandy what happened?" The worries nagged in the back of your head with every step taken up.

Dandy practically flew the door open, the wood hitting the wall with a loud thump. In a second, your reaction hit you, jumping back slightly before your eyes wandered down Dandy's figure. Oh. He was...naked. "Ah, you finally have those treats. No need, Regina is gone now."

"I uh, I saw.." Awkwardly chuckling as you stepped closer, quickly getting over Dandy standing in his playroom naked. "Are you sure you don't want these still? I made sure to include some genuine Turkish Delight. The ones we share occasionally?"

"Not right now! I don't need those silly sweets!!" His attitude changed, you placed the tray of sweet treats down by the doorway. Prepared for anything that came your way, no matter what. "...Come here." The brat spoke quietly after a beat of silence, watching your eyes.

"Come. Here!"

Another little jump from you, before you took a few steps towards Dandy. His hands went for your waist, pulling you clothed against him. It was definitely a bit uncomfortable, especially with his cock flaccid against you. Internally, you cringed as your hands flew up to your own chest. Just push through it...push through it... "You are mine. You understand that right?"

Your brain barely registered those words before a nod was your answer. "Of course I am Dandy. Gloria hired me for a reason.."

"Then do what Regina couldn't...come..bathe with me." His voice was sickeningly soft, obviously manipulative. You knew how manipulative Dandy was being, but you just gave in. "You, are the one who has stuck by me. I thought Regina was that...but she didn't even want to do this...this, power. It's incredible, I must have you share it with me."

As he spoke, you pulled yourself away from Dandy, stepping towards the small bathtub that was set up. The water was running red, and a few cups of dark red were still strewn around the tub. A nauseous feeling grew in your stomach. The stench of blood eventually hit you, and it didn't help matters. Irony liquid that was filling the room with a smell you should've been used to, but you just... weren't. "D-dandy.." you whispered, as your hand flew over your stomach, the other holding your mouth. Who did he kill for this blood? Was it Gloria's? Some people from the Freakshow? Please no...

"This is the blood of a few women I killed earlier today." He picked up one of the cups and handed it to you. You only heaved more as the cup of dark red liquid was in your hand. "If we bathe in blood together...dear...we will become gods." He smiled, manically as he usually did, uncaring to the fact you were close to throwing up.

"I, am a god among men...if you join me...you will also become a god. I could not ask anyone else to share this power with me. My love, please." He practically begged, meeting your scared, worried eyes with insane yet loving eyes. The stink of blood never left your nose, it only increased as the cup in your hand wafted closer. Dandy's hand in yours, tipped the cup down, blood mixing with water immediately. A shaky breath escaped you as you stood back up properly. "If not Regina, you."

"Dandy..."

"I am, so close. I just need this little bit more."

As you found your bearings again, you looked up, finding Dandy's eyes again. Gazing at him for a few moments of silence. "...okay."

His smile widened into a childish grin, his fingers immediately fiddling and fumbling with your shirt to pull it off your shoulders, letting it drop to your feet. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, letting the brat start to pull your trousers off. If the smell of blood was uncomfortable, Dandy tugging your clothes off just made it feel worse. "You won't regret this. I know you won't." He smiled again down at you, holding your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The cold air hit you once you were fully naked, your eyes unable to focus on one thing. Dandy immediately stepped into the bloody bath, sitting himself down and looking over at you. He held his hand out, the red water dripping down his arm. "Come..join me.." you watched his hand and gulped down nothing. Maybe some still lingering nerves. The scent of blood still stayed in your nose as you took a step towards the tub. Dandy smiled again, nodding his head towards the tub he was sitting in.

Eventually, you stepped into the tub, shaky and breathy. Sitting between Dandy's legs, leaning back against his chest. "There..." He whispered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and keeping you close, much to your discomfort. Another deep breath left you, and you resisted the urge to gag from the smell of the blood starting to linger on your body. "You're now part of something amazing. You're going to continue being mine, joining me in this little mission of mine.." the brat started to press kisses to your cheeks, and temples, smiling as he did so without a care in the world for your comfortability.

I'm sure this couldn't get any worse, could it?

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[teaberrii]

Chapter 19: Something to Hide

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“Sounds like now isn’t a good time.”

He must've heard the overlapping conversations. You look over your shoulder where Yanqing is eating with the rest of the kids. You face forward and walk to a quieter part of the yard.

“What do you want?”

"A chat. One that will work to your advantage. I know all about your little detective games, but you should stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. It won't do you any good."

"I don't know how much you know," you say flatly. "But, it sure sounds like you're scared of us finding out more, which means you have a lot to hide, don't you?"

He quietly scoffs. "As I said, let's have a chat… and you'll see why. It's about your dear 'ol Jing Yuan. Tell me... How much has he really told you about himself?"

This man’s bluffing. He’ll say anything and everything just to get the upper hand. You should know after all that you found out.

“You haven’t known each other for very long,” he continues. 

Someone tugs at your shirt, and you look down and see Yanqing.

“...I'll give you until tonight to think about it.”

Then, the line goes dead.

You lift the phone away from your ear, and then Yanqing asks:

“Who was that?”

You give him a small, tight smile as you slip your phone into your pocket. “No one. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh… Okay. Well, I saved you some food!”

You follow Yanqing back to the table, determined not to let the conversation get the best of you. But you can still hear that man’s voice in the back of your mind:

“...Tell me... How much has he really told you about himself?”

You’re eating the food Yanqing got you when one of the moms comes up beside you. “I’ve never seen you around here before… Where are you from?”

“The city.”

You’re about to take a bite of a mini bread roll when she asks, “Is that where you met Jing Yuan?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well, it’s just… he met his ex-wife in the city through a mutual friend. I was so shocked it didn’t work out. They were such a loving couple, and—”

“You seem to be very interested in his life.”

"Ah, well…" You know she's uncomfortable when she breaks the awkward eye contact. "He seems like a great guy, and—"

"He is."

"Oh, I didn't mean that he wasn't! We were classmates, you know. We pretty much grew up together. And I just..." She gets the hint when you go back to eating your food without even looking at her anymore. You hear her walk away, and then you take a bite of your food.

“Hey.” Seels walks up to you with a small plate of her own. “Hope you still have some of your sanity left.”

“I’d rather deal with the kids than the parents if I’m being honest,” you mutter.

Seele chuckles. “Pros and cons to both.” She subtly nods at the woman who has just spoken to you. “Was she asking you about Jing Yuan?”

“How did you know?”

"She likes to brag that she was classmates with him. Weird flex, considering he's not a celebrity, and all of us pretty much know him."

“Yeah, well, it’s cause he’s rich.” You turn to the other side and see Bronya sipping orange juice from a wine glass. “Don’t judge.”

“Where can I get one?”

Bronya chuckles. “Comin’ right up.” She puts her glass on the counter.

"I want one, too," Seele says.

Just then, you feel your phone buzz inside your pocket.

General: I’m on my way.

"Jing Yuan's coming?" Seele asks just as Bronya returns with two wine glasses and a tub of orange juice.

“Yeah.”

“Well, the man’s got fifteen minutes before the party’s officially over,” Bronya says, filling the glasses.

Once she passes you a glass, you ask, “Do you mind if I ask how the two of you met?”

"We were at the same orphanage." Well, you aren't expecting that. "We met when we were like… seven in Xianzhou. Got adopted by different families."

"We went our separate ways for years before we somehow ended up working at the same company together," Seele says.

“That definitely sounds like fate,” you say.

“We didn’t know at first,” Bronya says, chuckling. “We even got off on the wrong foot.”

"She accused me of the one stealing snacks from the lounge." Seele rolls her eyes. "Proved my innocence later by presenting evidence."

“How did you two end up back here?”

"We were caught up in the massive layoffs that one year." Bronya finishes her orange juice. "The job market was hell on earth, and after months of looking we just… stopped."

“To clarify, we thought that taking a mental break would help us get our energy back,” Seele says. “So, we came up here for vacation. Loved it. And thought…”

“Hey, why don’t we start a business together?”

“And that’s how we started a mechanic business.”

“Just like that?" you ask. "Wow. What a jump! From corporate to mechanic.”

"I work on the vehicles," Bronya says. Then, she nods toward Seele. "She does all the business and administrative stuff. It really was an interesting jump," Bronya says, "but it was related. Our last job was with a company producing electric cars."

“Still…” You and Bronya turn to Seele who’s looking at the counter. “There are times when I miss the corporate life though.”

“I called her crazy,” Bronya whispers to you. “There’s so much freedom in running your own business and doing your own thing.”

"I never said it was bad," Seele says. "Just… It felt pretty daunting in the beginning. But after things settled down, we adopted Clara, and continued hustling from there."

"Um… How did you cope with that, if I may ask? You know... the insecurity and uncertainty in the beginning?"

Bronya looks at you curiously, but it's Seele who asks, "Is this just out of curiosity or are you looking for advice?"

The sound of the doorbell echoes throughout the house.

"That must be our guest of honour," Bronya says loudly. "Didn't all you people want to see Jing Yuan?"

Some kids and parents follow Seele to the door.

As soon as she opens the door, she says, “Good to see you, Jing Yuan.”

“I hope I’m not too late.” He holds up a small present. “I thought Clara might like this.”

“Dad!”

“Hi, Jing Yuan!”

You watch as some kids surround him like he’s a celebrity. He affectionately ruffles Yanqing's hair and politely greets everyone else before his eyes land on you.

Seele gestures for Clara to come up. "Come look at what Uncle Jing Yuan got you, Clara."

Jing Yuan crouches as Clara shyly walks up to him. “U-Um, hello.”

“Happy birthday, Clara.”

She takes the gift with both hands and says, “T-Thank you.”

"Why are you suddenly so shy?" Seele asks, putting her hand on Clara's shoulder. "You've seen him plenty of times."

Clara looks up at her mom and quietly says, “...But not this close.”

Seele laughs. “And what does he look like up close?”

Clara is looking down when she quietly says, “...Handsome.” Then, she quickly runs off with some of the kids, including Yanqing, running after her.

Jing Yuan stands as Seele says, “Thanks for the gift.” She laughs. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

Everyone else starts walking back into the living room, but Jing Yuan walks with you. You’re itching to bring up what Caelus’s uncle said to you, but now isn’t the time nor the place. So, you do your best to shrug off the thought before it eats you alive.

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“He wouldn’t kill someone.” March scrolls to the next page and continues her dramatic reading of Welt’s manuscript. “I’ve known him far longer than you have, my dear. The detective that you’ve grown to love… Has a dark side eating away at him every. Single. Day…” She looks up. “The periods really give it that extra oomph.”

The trio are sitting in their cabin living room, taking a rest day as it's forecasted to rain. Almost thirty minutes ago, it had been just March and Dan Feng. They were playing a board game as their friends were holed up in their rooms. Welt—with his laptop—was the first to emerge from his den and had asked his friends to read the latest plot twist in his novel.

"So, what comes next?" Dan Feng asks. "Don't tell me our Ms. Femme Fatale is just going to leave our ace detective after all they've been through."

“Yeah, don’t leave us hanging, Welt!”

Welt takes his laptop from March and puts it on the table. “The story will get there.”

Dan Feng has a little smile when he asks, "Is that code for 'Sorry, guys. I have no idea what's next. Still figuring that out?"

“No spoilers.”

"Whatever it is… I just need a happy ending!" Then, March sees Dan Heng coming downstairs. "Look who decided to come out of hibernation. What have you been doing all morning?"

“...Researching schools.”

Welt and March glance at each other before looking at Dan Feng. Ever since lunch with you and Jing Yuan, March hasn’t seen the brothers talk. When Welt noticed something was wrong, March explained what had happened.

"Have you decided on one?" Then, Dan Heng says the name of the most prestigious university in the nation. "Why am I not surprised?" March asks.

“Go big or go home,” Welt adds. “But, they’d be crazy not to take you.”

"I've already started my application," Dan Heng says, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Hopefully, I can make it for their winter semester."

Dan Heng has just closed the fridge when his brother asks:

"How long is the program?"

Silence.

He looks around the room. "What? Everyone else is allowed to ask questions but me?"

“Two years, part-time. One year, full-time.” Dan Heng walks over. “...Is there a date for your surgery?”

“It’d be around the same time you start your semester… if you get in.”

March sighs. “Why can’t you two just hug it out like real men?”

“Oh, I don’t know, March. Maybe it’s cause my brother has cooties.”

Dan Heng sits next to Welt. “...What’s going on between you two?”

March and Dan Feng look at each other. “What do you mean?” she asks.

Welt closes his laptop. "I sensed it, too. Something seems… different about you two."

“Oh, I get it.” March’s quick laugh turns into a deadpan look. “I might’ve gotten a few wrinkles because this guy”—she hits Dan Feng’s leg—”is like an adult child who can’t take care of himself.”

“Me? Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself?”

Dan Heng sighs. “Why can’t you two just hug it out like a real couple?”

March and Dan Feng turn to him with an appalled look.

“Why is your face turning red, March?” Welt asks.

"It's not!"

Dan Heng and Welt smile at each other.

Then, March quickly stands. "...I'm going out to buy some drinks before it really starts to pour." She walks beside Welt. "Come with me."

“Me? Uh, okay.” Welt stands and looks at the brothers. “Want us to get you anything?”

“Skittles frappucinno.”

March looks slightly disgusted at Dan Feng's request. "What in the world is that? Sounds like diabetes in a cup."

“It’s you if you were a drink.”

“...Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Welt asks quietly.

“Anything for the cooler brother?” March asks, looking at Dan Heng and Dan Feng almost rolls his eyes.

“I’m good.”

“Well, shoot a text if you want us to get you anything.”

Then, Welt and March are out the door.

After a short silence, Dan Heng says, “...I understand why you’re upset. I would be, too, but—”

“I get it.” Dan Feng isn’t looking at his brother. “I’d hate it if you forced yourself to do something you don’t want to do. Everyone suffers that way.” A small pause. “...I’ll cheer you on.”

“...And I’ll do the same for you.”

“Cheer me on for what? Recovery?” Dan Feng waves his hand dismissively. “If you’re going to do that, might as well be my butler while I recover.”

“Are you sure you don’t want that job to go to March?”

“Listen, that girl will probably be flying to a different country this same time next year.”

“...Is that why you want to stay friends with her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Dan Heng says as his brother looks away. Then, Dan Heng stands. “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”  He walks to the kitchen but stops halfway and looks over his shoulder. “...I know you aren’t looking for advice, but I’m going to say it for March’s sake. Talk to her. At least, there’ll be no misunderstandings.”

Dan Heng knows his brother likes to poke fun at his advice, but this time he remains silent.

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Yanqing is asleep in the backseat when Jing Yuan is driving back to the bed and breakfast.

“...Caelus’s uncle called me today,” you say, after making sure Yanqing’s still asleep.

“What did he want?”

“A chat. He didn’t go into details… No surprise there. But, he mentioned you.” A small pause. “...He asked me how well I really knew you, and how much you told me about yourself.”

You don’t know, but there’s a quiet anger that’s bubbling beneath Jing Yuan’s calm exterior. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised that Caelus’s uncle is trying to interfere with his relationship.

“I obviously know better than to just believe him, but I admit it’s been bothering me and…”

“...It’s what he wants.” Jing Yuan takes your hand that’s resting on your lap. “...And, I think I know what he’s going to say.”

You turn to him, surprised. Hang on. Does this mean there is a secret? Neither of you gets a chance to say anything when Yanqing yawns.

“What did I miss?” he asks sleepily.

“Nothing.”

Yanqing looks from you to Jing Yuan but doesn’t say anything and looks out the window. Then, your phone buzzes, and you pull it out.

Have you decided?

You glance at Jing Yuan, and then another message comes.

Time's ticking.

You had to resist blocking this number.

“This is getting fucking ridiculous,” you mutter.

“What is it?”

Jing Yuan pulls up to the bed and breakfast, and Yanqing asks, “Are we walking Mom back?”

You turn around and put on your best smile. “Shall we go?”

Once Jing Yuan parks the car and all of you step out, Yanqing goes on ahead. You quickly show Jing Yuan the ominous text, and he says:

“...I’m going to call him.”

There’s an anger in his voice that you cannot explain. A lion ready to pounce. A dragon awakening. Whatever it is, it’s reflected in his glare.

It doesn’t take long for the line to go through.

“What’s taking so long?” You quickly walk up to Yanqing, preventing him from getting close enough to hear the heated conversation. “...Why does Dad look so angry?”

You crouch and gently turn Yanqing’s head toward you. “Don’t worry. He’s dealing with a customer.”

“O-Oh…”

“Everything will be fine. Trust Mom, okay?”

Yanqing slowly nods and hugs you.

When you hear footsteps approaching you, you turn and see Jing Yuan. But, another voice comes:

“Yanqing.”

You stand upright as Jing Yuan’s ex and her fianceé walk up to you. Yanqing looks from his birth mother to you and back to her.

Her fianceé looks at Jing Yuan. “...Wasn't expecting to see you here, but thanks for taking care of that problem earlier.”

Problem?

You turn to him, and Jing Yuan says, “A guest was causing issues for everyone else.”

Then, his ex looks at you. “...Has he contacted you yet?”

"So, you were the one who gave him my number," you say flatly. 

“Wow. What’s going on?” March and Welt are walking together, and as they get closer, you see Welt carrying a small bag of drinks. “This can’t be a family outing, right?”

"What did he want with you?" Jing Yuan asks his ex. "...Just her number?"

March and Welt glance at each other, and then she leans over. “Hey, Yanqing, let’s leave them with the boring adult talk.” She reaches into the bag and pulls out a snack. “Let’s eat on our way back.”

Yanqing runs to March and says, “Oh, but I’m not hungry. I just came from a birthday party.” “A birthday party? Whose?”

March and Yanqing start walking ahead, and Welt follows close behind.

Jing Yuan’s ex looks at him. “Yes. That was all he asked about.”

“...Why are you asking?”

Her fianceé had just come out of the bathroom, and he saw her on the phone.

“We’re on the same side,” Caelus’s uncle said.

She knew it was a dumb question, but she still had to ask:

“What are you going to do?”

“Is it just me, or does it sound like you’re worried about your ex’s girlfriend? That’s a rare sight amongst women.” Then, a soft chuckle. “I’m not going to do anything to her if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m going to put an end to this once and for all.”

By turning you against Jing Yuan?

Jing Yuan has the same thoughts when he says, "He's threatening me and aiming to put her in a difficult position." Then, his sharp gaze lands on his ex. “He’s also going to get you involved.”

“Me…? With what? What could he possibly threaten you with? Don’t tell me it has something to do with Yanqing.”

“No.” Jing Yuan looks at her. “And for Yanqing’s sake, you won’t go along with whatever he says because it’ll end up destroying all of us.”

You slide your hand in his, and Jing Yuan turns to you. It’s written all over your face. Worry. Frustration. Confusion. Only he has the answers, and as much as he doesn’t want to hide anything from you, a part of him is afraid of what you will think after he tells you more about his past. Will you blame him just like he once blamed himself? Will you turn your back on him and walk away?

“I heard my name.”

“Geez, Yanqing,” you hear March say as she runs towards the group. “Don’t go running off like that!” Welt is walking behind her.

“They're too slow!” Yanqing turns toward his dad. “What are you talking about?”

You and Jing Yuan glance at each other, and then you say, “We... were talking about how we’re going to take you on vacation with us. March was the one who suggested it.”

March points to herself with mild confusion.

Jing Yuan nods. “It got postponed because Dan Feng went to see Luocha about his shoulder.”

“Ah!" March makes a fist and hits it against her palm. "Yeah, that’s right.”

Yanqing looks from March to Jing Yuan and then to you. “...A vacation? Really?”

“You don’t believe us?” you ask.

“It didn’t sound like you were talking about a vacation.”

The fianceé sighs. “It’s because we wanted to spend time with you.”

You and Jing Yuan turn to him, surprised that he’s playing along.

“...That’s right,” the ex adds. She crouches and puts her hands on her son’s shoulders. “...I miss you, Yanqing. I miss spending time with you.”

He steps back, and the hurt is obvious on her face. But, it’s only for a moment.

“...You're just saying that to get me to go back to the city. But, I don’t want to go back,” he says, not looking at her. “Not forever.”

She exhales softly and asks, “...Are you happy, Yanqing? Are you happy with Jing Yuan and…” She looks at you. “...Her?”

"Yes!" A small pause. “You keep saying that you want to keep me in the city because of my future… but I’m happy right now.”

“...While it’s important to think about the future, it’s just as if not more important to cherish the present.”

March gently nudges Welt. “Stop trynna act all philosophical.”

Jing Yuan’s ex sighs. “...Alright. I understand. But, if you ever change your mind… you know that Mom’s door is always open." A small pause. "Can I get a hug?”

Yanqing takes one step forward, hesitates for a moment, but then walks up and hugs her.

“Is it just me, or did this turn in a direction we never saw coming?” March asks quietly.

“...Just let it be,” you whisper, and Jing Yuan nods.

Eventually, you, Jing Yuan, and Yanqing are walking together towards your cabin. Occasionally, Yanqing runs ahead, leaving you and Jing Yuan at the back.

Jing Yuan’s hand finds yours, and as you turn to him, he says:

“...About what I said earlier, Caelus’s uncle wants you to pick a side."

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you tighten your grip around his hand. “About that… You said earlier that he’s going to try to put me in a difficult position. What… What did you mean? What’s going on?”

“...Before I left my position as Director, I had a friend interested in taking over my position.”

Jing Yuan and his friend from university were finally catching up on life. His friend had invited him over, and the two men were currently seated adjacent to each other. But what Jing Yuan thought was a reunion between two friends quickly turned into a conversation that would haunt him.

“...So, you’re leaving your company,” he said.

“That’s right.”

His friend cleared his throat. “Have they decided on who’s going to take your place?” He awkwardly scratched his head. " I’m actually looking for another job, and, well…” He didn’t need to go on for Jing Yuan to know where this was going. “...Okay, I’m just going to say it. Could you, well, could you refer and put in a good word for me? That’s allowed, right? Because…”

The rest fell on deaf ears as his friend rambled on and on about how he needed this job, but Jing Yuan didn’t need to hear more because…

“You wouldn’t want to be there.”

His friend stopped talking. “Why not?”

Jing Yuan sighed. “It’s… not as clean as you’d think if you know what I mean.”

“...Are people making up numbers or something?” Then, he lowered his voice. “Is the company losing money? Is that the real reason why you’re leaving?”

“No,” Jing Yuan answered flatly. “There are practices that you wouldn’t want to abide by.”

“...Please, Jing Yuan.” This was a response that Jing Yuan wasn’t expecting. “I… could really use the help.”

Your heart is slowly sinking to your stomach as you listen.

“...I told him the consequences,” Jing Yuan says. “But, he was desperate because of his family’s financial situation.”

“Did you refer him?”

Your phone buzzes. You and Jing Yuan glance at each other before you take out your phone. It buzzes again. Now, you have a message from Kafka and Herta with the same worrying content:

CEO of The Knights B&B accused of ruining a man’s life nearly a decade later

Chapter 20

End notes:

We've finally reached the climax. I was going to end this with a cute little scene where Jing Yuan asks Yanqing if he wants to give you a goodnight kiss. But I decided on this instead.

I think I should just make the grand finalé with someone giving Caelus's uncle a good 'ol punch to the face. Man gets arrested and call it a day LOL

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Request by @dino-fart :I would like a fic of namor x reader in the bathtub, reader has had A DAY at work and is exhausted. Namor massages her shoulders and feet and gives her kisses uwu

A/N: ANYTHING FOR YOU MY GODDESS AHHHH 😍😍😍😍 Also not proof read 😭

WARNINGS: Naked Body Idk what else to add 😭😭

You first meet Namor visiting your family in Yucatán, Mexico. For starters, you have encountered crazy events within your lifetime. Watching invaders demolish New York, a city fall from the sky, and half the population vanished right in front of your eyes. So when a half-naked man dressed in fancy trunks and golden jewelry walked out of the ocean. Well you didn't turn for one.

It's been a year since then. His enemies called him Namor but his people, and you called him K'uk'ulkan. At first, the man and you had many arguments. However, it entertained him that you gave no fucks how strong he was or that he was a god. Namor found it hard for himself not to go a day without seeing you. You pulled him further and further onto the surface land he so hated. Ultimately you moved back to the Yucatán for Namor.

There was a school nearby that needed an English teacher, you were fluent in a few different languages so you agreed. Despite loving your job the workload is endless. Grading, parent-teacher conferences, planning, and oh the list could go on. Friday finally hit and this week had been extra stressful. Right now you soaked your body in a well-deserved hot bath.

Namor had come to your shared home and instantly knew where you were upon smelling the scent of your fancy bath soap he loved. "In reina (my queen)~" He called walking into the bathroom he instantly noticed how tense your body is. "Ba'ax ku yúuchul? (What's wrong?)." He asked walking towards the bath.

"Ah...Just, In meyaj. Toop in Ajaw. (My work. It's hard my king). One thing after another. It never ends." You took a deep breath trying not to get overwhelmed by the load of work awaiting for her.

"Can I help ease your pain?" He asked softly. You wait a moment before nodding. Namor leaned down and gripped your shoulder gently massaging the sore muscle. He instantly felt the tension and stiffness in your neck. On your end it felt like a massive weight being lifted off your shoulders and back. A gentle groan of pleasure escape your lips. "Thank you so much."

"Anything for you, in reina (queen). I want to take you away. You can live in the caves. And come visit Talokan when you want."

You sighed knowing how amazing it would be not to do anything but live as a queen. You visited Talokan many times in that suit Namor obtained but never explained how. He even taught you his native language which really hadn't been hard to learn. You already knew part of the old dialect that is still much alive today. "I would love to. Really but I belong here too, K'uk'ulkan. You know this." You sighed deeply as his hands move up and down your shoulders. "But your hands are very convincing."

Namor chuckled deeply before moving down to the end of the tub. Your eyes followed his movement. "Baby you don't have to."

"But I love to make you feel nice. I know you talk about how much your feet ache after a long hard day of work." He dips his hand into the water. Gently rubbing your feel. You sighed deeply laying your head back and feeling pure bliss. His skillful fingers gently rubbed your foot. The left one first. Up your leg. Making sure to give every part a nice over. Then your right leg. You rambled on about your day. Pros, cons, and how your co workers are.

"You should be the Queen of this place." He grumbled causing you to giggle.

"Honey it's called a Principal. And no, it would be worse." You glance down to Namor. He leaned up and kissed you deeply.

"I love you."

"I love you more." You whisper.

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Okay this is my first time writing anything, especially smut. So I’m sorry it it sucks haha. Anyways enjoy.

Lawyer AU

Warnings: smut, size kink, daddy kink, PIV, spanking, unprotected sex.

Word count: 2.8K

Harry has always been a hard worker. Being one of the top lawyers in all of London didnt come easy, he had to put in the work. It’s said that Harry could get anyone to confess, he could get the sky to admit it was magenta.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to come home from work in the evening and see him sitting on the couch slaving away at his computer. He would often come home from the firm and continue where he left off,

cramming in information desperately trying to piece cases together.

He was wonderful to observe- so focused on the task at hand. Brows furrowed in thought, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose (a personal favorite for you. Something about Harry in glasses never failed to get you aching and riled up). Still clad in his work clothes, white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Tie off resting on the table, top buttons unbuttoned displaying his tattoos hidden beneath.

Though him being a hard worker had its many pros; you not having to work as much and worry about bills, Harry spoiling you with anything you could ever dream of. It had its cons too. Your sex life was incredible, Harry knew your body better than you, but sometimes you felt a little neglected when he’d be working all the time. It’d resort to you standing in front of him naked- seeing how long it took for him to notice, and acting like a brat to get his attention.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The past few days you Harry had been extremely busy, more so than usual. He is the head of this new criminal case that could really be a big break for him. He’d been staying later at the office, not coming home till way past midnight, only to leave again at 6:00am. You tried hinting at him that you missed him, sitting next to him on the couch, rubbing his bicep and kissing on his neck. Only for him to respond with, “not right now lovie, I’m busy.”

You were fed up, and quite frankly hornier than ever. You got home from work around an hour ago to find Harry in his tan suit and glasses sitting on the couch with his computer- working tirelessly on his case, yet again. You kissed him on the cheek and greeted him, “Hi my love,” he only hummed in response, not even bothering to look up at you. This irritated you, you let out a frustrated sigh and set your stuff down and took off your shoes before walking to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom deciding to take a bath.

As you’re getting your belongings ready for your bath, an idea pops into your head.

You fill the bath with warm water and drop in a ‘sex bomb’ bath bomb to try and set the mood. You sit yourself into the tub after the bath bomb dissolves and your muscles release instantly, “mhm,” you moan at the warmth. Once you’re situated you decide to text Harry, “missed you today.” His read receipts are on but he doesn’t reply, you roll eyes and move on to plan B.

With Harry there are rules and the most important rule is to never touch yourself, which has been incredibly difficult due to his recent neglect towards you. So you decide to push his buttons a little, since he won’t pay attention to you, maybe this will get him to.

You lean back against the tub and let your hand travel down your body starting at your neck. You bring it down over your tits and pinch your nipple a bit getting it to perk up. “Mhmmm,” you moan at the stimulation. A jolt of nerves rushes to your clit the more you fondle your nipple. You bring your hand down more, along your stomach all the way to your cunt. You close your eyes and bring your finger to run through your folds, already wet with need. You grab your phone with your other hand and snap a picture of your current position and sent it to Harry, “Daddy I need you.”

Harry hears his phone “ping” and looks down to see you sent him an image. He sighs and opens his messages to he a picture of you in the bath your hand on your pussy, nipples pert on your plump tits with your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He tenses and instantly feels the blood rush to his cock, his pants tightening in the crotch. “Fuck,” he curses aloud while palming his stiffening member through his slacks. He feels his heart drop, realizing that he’s been neglecting you, feeling like you had to break rules just to get him to pay attention to you again. “Poor baby,” he says to himself as he forms his response. You don’t need to know he feels bad, he’ll play along with the game you started.

You see the three dots in your messages signifying he’s finally going to respond.

“My poor baby missed her daddy huh? So much that she had to be greedy and stuff herself with her fingers instead of telling daddy she needed to be filled. Naughty girl breaking daddy’s rules like that, think you ought to be punished. Get out of that tub and get down here now.” You stare at the text in awe, happy that you finally broke him. Then realize you’re taking too long and get out of the tub and drain it before putting on one of his white dress shirts and black lace panties then you’re off down the stairs.

You walk over to where he’s sitting on the couch and see him with his leg crossed over the other and arms behind his neck as he leans back against the wall. He looks so stern and serious it makes you nervous, but also causes you to feel a bit a wetness drip out onto your panties.

“Come over here,” he says pointing to the space on the couch next to him. You hesitantly walk over and sit beside him, awaiting his next move.

“Is there anything you’d like to confess?” He asks you while holding eye contact, tilting his head a bit to the side.

You shake your head no but are met with more sternness, “use your words baby.

I’ll ask again, is there anything you’d like to confess,” he asks again.

“No daddy,” you say shyly, not wanting to own up to the fact you misbehaved on purpose.

“Oh really,” he asks taken aback. You nod in response but he lets that slide, “so you don’t want to admit to breaking daddy’s rules just to get attention from him because you’re a greedy little slut then right?” Color swells to your cheeks and you almost succumb to admitting when you decide against it and see how far you can push him. “I plea the fifth. I don’t want to incriminate myself,” you say with a humph as you cross your arms over your chest.

Harry stares at you a bit dumbfounded by your comment. Not expecting you to use his own craft against him. He scoffs, “excuse me?” He questions you.

“I said I plea the fifth daddy, I’m not going to confess to anything,” you smirk at him.

He glares a hungry gaze at you before replying, “I bet I can make you confess.” Your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of him fucking you into admission, you press your thighs together to get a sense of friction to your pulsing clit.

“Okay,” you throw back at him. “But I demand a lawyer,” you taut. You see something behind his eyes, “oh baby. Careful what you wish for,” he threatens.

He teaches for your arm to grab you to him but you quickly get up and sprint out of the living room and begin running around your house.

“Oh you’re gonna get it missy,” he threatens as he jumps up and chases you.

You go to run through the doorway into the foyer when he quickly blocks it and grabs you.

“Ahhh,” you shriek as he turns you around so your ass is flat against his hard cock and holds your arms behind you. He leans his head to the crook of your neck, his hot breath sends a shiver down your spine.

“Got you,” he taunts as he leads you back over to the couch in the living room.

He sits down on the couch and pats his knee, signaling for you to lay over his lap.

You reluctantly walk over and go to lay over his lap before he stops you, “ah ah,” he ticks. He grabs you by the hips and runs his hands up and down your legs before he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down slowly.

“Gotta take these off first,” he says as he lets out a sigh when he smells your arousal.

“So wet already and we haven’t even started,” he taunts as he lays you over his lap.

“How maybe do you think you deserve?” He taunts.

“Um- 10?” You say a little unsure.

“I think my baby deserves more than 10 for breaking daddy’s rules and challenging him.”

“15?” You ask.

“Alright, 15 sounds good,” he says as he begins rubbing over your ass cheek.

“Count,” he demands as he brings his large ringed hand over your ass, a smack echoing through the room.

“One,” you choke out.

He brings his hand down again this time to your other cheek, jerking you forward and making you drip onto his leg.

“Two” you say with a moan and you shift in his lap to try and get some friction.

This continues for a while, slap after slap placed upon your cheeks until they’re bright red and marked with hand prints and you’re soaking his lap.

“Please daddy I’m so wet,” you say desperately after he finishes spanking you.

“What would you like me to do baby?” He asks acting like he has no idea what you want.

“Make me cum pleaseeee I need you inside me so bad,” you elongate emphasizing your neediness.

“Hmm and why would I do that he says,” and he begins running his hand up your pussy and spreading your lips with his two fingers. “Mmm” he moans at how soaked you are. “Completely oozing into my fingers right now.”

“Daddy please I took my punishment so well,” you beg trying to get him to crack.

“That’s because you like when daddy spanks you, isn’t that right baby,” he says as he plays around with your wetness but never actually shoving his fingers all the way into you.

“Please daddy, I’m aching for you. I need to stretched by your big cock. Please daddy please I can’t take it anymore,” you plead as tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Okay baby, okay. Since you’re so needy for daddy’s cock and took your punishment like a good girl maybe I can make you cum,” he considers as he sits you up and turns you so you’re facing him sitting on his lap.

“Thank you daddy thank you,” you say ecstatically and you fondle with his pants trying to take him out.

“But I want you to confess.” He says, grabbing your hands from his pants and holding them out behind your back.

“What?” You ask confused and out of breath.

“I want you to confess, and then I’ll make you cum,” he says matter-of-factly, hands still holding yours in place.

“But I-“

“Not buts,” he cuts you off as you roll your hips on his lap grinding your wet pussy onto his covered cock, desperately trying to get any sort of friction you can.

“You confess and I’ll make you cum. As simple as that,” he says as he lets go of you hands and leans back against the couch with his hands behind his head for the second time today.

You sit there a bit dumbfounded for a minute, shocked at what had just happened. Not sure what to do next.

“Well are you just going to sit there? Or are you going to admit to daddy that you’re a greedy slut?” He asks.

“Answer me doll,” he snaps as he pinches one of your nipples when you don’t answer him in time. Making you flinch and roll your hips on him again.

Your clit is throbbing, your pussy aches so bad you can’t think straight. You’re sweaty, overstimulated and your ass is on fire. You really need to cum, so you decide to back down.

“I’m a greedy slut,” you admit softly as you look him in the eyes.

“What was that?” He asks wanting you to say it louder.

“I’m a greedy slut,” you say again, louder this time.

“Good girl,” he says, and you jerks his hips up, pushing pressure into your clit.

“Mmmm,” you moan at the stimulation.

“Since you were a good girl and confessed, I’ll make you cum now,” he says and he unzips his pants and pulls down his underwear. “Ah,” he moans as his cock springs free and slaps back against his stomach, rock hard as can be and leaking pre cum.

“You ready baby?” He asks as he lifts you up and runs his cock through your folds, but not quite pushing into you yet.

“Please daddy no teasing,” you whine, wanting to get to the point.

“Okay baby, let’s fill this tight pussy to the brim. Hopefully you can all of me,” he teases as he pushes into feeling you instantly contract around him.

You both moan out at the sensation.

“Daddy it feels so good,” you say as you moan, gripping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head into his neck.

“I know baby, I know. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you okay.” He states as he begins thrusting up into you.

“Ughhhhhh,” you moan deeply feeling him brush up against your g-spot, biting down on his shoulder.

“You like that princess? Did I hit your spot,” he groans out as he does it again and again.

“Daddy I can feel you in my stomach,” you yell as you grab one of his hands from you back and press it to your stomach.

“Oh fuck,” he groans as you push his hand down, feeling his cock in you.

He begins increasing his pace, fucking into mercilessly now.

“Ugh daddy, it feels so good, I’m gonna cum soon,” you say as you clench down on him.

“Go ahead baby, want you to soak my cock,” he says increasing his pace.

You feel the bubble inside of you grow with every trust against your g-spot. The friction becoming too much. You throw your head back as the bubble pops and your orgasm takes over. Squirting all over his cock as he continues. “Daddyyyyy!” You scream out as you ride out your high, Harry still thrusting into you at the same pace chasing his own high.

“That’s my good girl, I’m almost there baby,” he says as he thrusts into you a few more times before getting a bit sloppy and exploding inside you. Spurts of his hot cum shooting into you. His thrusts come to a halt as he lays back with you still on his chest. He goes to remove himself from you but you stop him. Still too sensitive to change your positions.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you,” he says when you finally catch your breath. “I’ve just been so busy with this case, I haven’t had the time.”

“I know,” you say ear pressed against his chest listening to his heart beat.

“I need to make more time for you, I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to touch yourself because I’m not giving you enough love,” he says as he moves a stray strand of hair behind your other ear.

“I love you,” you respond mind still hazy from earlier.

“I was planning on taking the money I get from this case, and maybe taking you to Europe for the summer,” he says with a smile as he looks into your eyes.

“That sounds lovely Harry,” you say as you kiss his collarbone.

“I love you so much, I’m so sorry again,” he rambles as he kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around your back holding you close to him. Still very much inside you.

“It’s okay Harry, I know how important it all is to you,” you say lovingly, burrowing into him.

“Not as important as you are to me,” he responds.

You smile at him and say, “I love you.”

You sit in silence for a minute enjoying each other’s company before you say,

“hey I guess you really can get anyone to confess.” He chuckles at your comment shaking his head. You giggle at his reaction.

“Alright what do you wanna do for dinner?” He asks changing the subject after awhile.

[the-laridian]

After the nuking of his home, the breakup with his boyfriend, and the death of his beloved pet, Rowan feels pretty low, and he should probably go stay with someone for a while instead of staying alone in his empty suburban home.

The discussions of the choices are below the poll in a readmore!

Max. Max is Rowan's sister Will's mentor / hanging-out partner. Pros:

off the beaten path, chance to get away from it all

if Max isn't a raider, he might be an ex-raider, and he certainly knows/understands the raider life

booze available

has a spare couch

has a pool!

Cons:

aggressive wildlife

disapproving looks from Max and Will

Brother Stevie and his proselytizing

Willow. Rowan doesn't know Willow too well, just as a somewhat older (by 4 years) Vault dweller from 76a.

Pros:

lives real close to the Whitespring and the New Responders

has a spare couch

nice property, great views and landscaping

has a hot tub (pool is a short walk away)

LOTS of booze available thanks to Willow's boyfriend Beckett

a disturbingly Vaultlike bunker basement

Cons:

aggressive creatures (scorched, SMs, mole miners, etc)

not allowed in the bunker basement

not allowed to even breathe on the clothing collection, much less touch it

no recreational chems, and they mean it

The Crater Raiders. Many of them are Rowan's good friends and think he's all right, if a little nerdy

Pros:

definitely can crash up there somewhere, they'll make room

booze and recreational chems available

no danger from aggressive wildlife/creatures

Cons:

Meg keeps giving Rowan the side-eye

everyone keeps getting the deathclaw story wrong

raiders want Rowan to go attack settlements with them

it's in the middle of Toxic Valley for cryin' out loud

noisy

The New Responders (Flatwoods / the Whitespring). Many of them at least know Rowan and appreciate the work he does trying to make things better in the wasteland.

Pros:

it's clean and has running water

no danger from aggressive wildlife/creatures

has hot food with regular mealtimes

they're nice people making a difference

Cons:

have to pay for a room, food and the amenities if he stays there (it's a small daily fee but still)

noisy

settlers/responders want Rowan to go do stuff for them all the time

Orlando keeps giving Rowan the side-eye

Rowan’s sister Will

Pros:

They’re family

Definitely has a spare bed/mattress

Rowan can have anything he wants from the place, Will gladly shares anything with her big bro

Cons:

They’re family

Will may be trying to set him up with someone already, Rowan’s not sure

Will’s place is next to a train station and there’s a lot of foot traffic around there

Will’s not actually here all that much, she’s usually off with Max somewhere

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ProTip Takeaway: Choosing which option is best for your home comes down to knowing the pros and cons of each.

The Pros and Cons of a Walk In Shower

Walk-in showers can sometimes include a seat, but most don't. They are also narrower than your standard shower-tub combination but provide more space-saving features.

Walk-in showers are in trend, and with that in mind, here are the pros and cons to help you decide what is best for you:

Pros of a Walk-In Shower

Takes up less space, freeing up square footage

Easy to use since it's at the same level as the floor

Accessible for the elderly since safety bars can be installed

Easier to clean, fewer areas where dirt, water, and grime can collect

Big enough for two individuals

Includes amenities such as steam generators, massaging showerheads, and a large rainfall showerhead

It can easily be installed with a shower remodel.

Cons of a Walk-In Shower

Not practical for kids

Potential slip hazard

Hot air is free to circulate into the bathroom

Creates humidity

ProTip Takeaway: A walk-in shower is ideal for aging adults and others with physical limitations.

What Do You Have Now?

If you already have a shower in your home, sticking to this layout will save you the extra work and cost involved in creating a walk-in bathtub.

However, if you love to bathe in the tub or require soaking for therapeutic purposes, then a walk-in tub can be installed with a well-planned bathroom remodel.

ProTip Takeaway: If you have a walk-in shower, adding a walk-in bathtub may be unnecessary.

How Much Space Do You Have?

If your bathroom is too small, a walk-in shower would be best to open space in your bathroom. A bathtub would take up much more room and cut down on usable areas for other activities in smaller bathrooms.

ProTip Takeaway: If you have a walk-in shower, adding a walk-in bathtub may be unnecessary

Who Uses the Bathroom?

Whether it's a master bathroom or a guest bathroom, consider who will use it more.

Do you have kids or elderly family members? Would they be more comfortable in a walk-in shower or a walk-in bathtub?

Asking these questions will help guide you toward the best walk-in bathing option for your home.

Source: https://www.smartremodelingllc.com/blog/the-pros-and-cons-of-a-walk-in-bathtub-vs-a-walk-in-shower

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RERA Registered New Projects In Hadapsar

Hadapsar is densely populated and houses a mix of tech parks and many gated residential communities. Read more about the new and upcoming flat for sale in Hadapsar.

Hadapsar, located in eastern Pune, is a developing location. It has a dense population, and a mix of IT parks, industrial areas, commercial areas, residential complexes, and entertainment hubs. Hadapsar is one of the best livable locations in Pune and is very beautiful. 

Many new projects in Hadapsar are being developed and are extremely popular among buyers. Keep reading to learn about new projects and their specifications. These are all RERA-registered projects which are gated communities and loaded with amenities.

5 RERA Registered New Projects in Hadapsar

1: Shapoorji Joyville Hadapsar Annexe

Shapoorji Joyville Hadapsar Annexe located in Shewalewadi, Hadapsar, this new project is one of the most looked-for housing societies in the town. It is under construction and is expected to be completed by the end of 2023.

The housing project comes with many basic facilities. It also includes a flower garden, volleyball court, card room, skating rink, etc. The location is also a prime spot, and it is near many important landmarks of the town.

With Yog Multispeciality hospital only one kilometre away and the Hadapsar flyover close by, the town is well located and connected around the city.

2: Joyville Skyluxe Edition

Located in Hadapsar, Pune, this RERA-registered project has a price range starting from 1.45 crore with 3 BHK apartments. This is among new projects in Hadapsar and is meant to be ready for move-in by 2026. This 9-acre project has exclusive amenities, including a gymnasium, hot tub and spa. 

The location in east Pune is a mid-income locality and ensures that the extensive connectivity of NH 65 is close by. Hadapsar is also home to a special economic zone and has many industrial areas. This project is close to many entertainment hubs, industrial areas, and education institutions, and the location is known for its greenery. 

3: Sukhwani Hermosa Casa

This project is under construction and is meant to be completed by the end of 2025. It has a price range of 67 to 85 lakhs flat for sale in Hadapsar. This project contains a dedicated working space, fantastic amenities, and rock-climbing walls for its residents. Apart from that, the project also has courts. Swimming pools and decks for relaxing. 

The Salunke hospital is close to the project, with shopping malls and the Orbis school nearby. The project's price range is expected to increase as the construction completes. The project is spread over 4.7 acres of land and has 6 towers with 14 floors each.

4: Kumar Codename Fireworks

This new launch is still under construction and is meant for completion only in 2026. However, the price range of the 2 and 3 BHK flats starts from 78 Lakhs. The project has many basic amenities like a swimming pool, sewage treatment plant, CCTV, etc. 

Lying among Hadapsar new projects, this is expected to have modern facilities and is eco-friendly. There are shopping malls and schools within 4 to 6 kilometres of the project, and grocery shops are available within walking distance.

The roads leading to the project, however, are unkempt so far.

5: Kumar Prospera

Located on more than 4 acres of land, the Kumar Prosera is one of the up-and-coming projects in Hadapsar. The project is under construction and is meant to be completed by the end of 2024.

It has many exclusive amenities like a food court, golf course, skating rink and many more, and The location is prime since it's only a kilometre away from Amanora Town Center, the Seasons Mall and Planet IT is within walking distance, some many schools and hospitals are pretty nearby as well.

Pros and Cons of Living in Hadapsar

Pros of Living in Hadapsar

Mid income Locality

Strategic Location

Close to Landmark

Near Pune Airport

Greenery

Up and Coming

Cons of Living in Hadapsar

Severe Traffic

Water logging

BRTS not functional

Erratic Water Supply

Conclusion

Above mentioned are a few of the prime flats for sale in Hadapsar. The location is prime, with many landmarks and locations nearby. The town is only around 10 kilometres away from the Pune International Airport. 

There are many tourist attractions nearby as well. The city has many tech parks and entertainment hubs. The town is a mid-income locality with a strategic location and is highly popular in the market.

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Get Cozy And Relax—Choose The Right Jet Spa For Your Bath Tub Today!

Soaking in a tub is one of the best ways to relax after a long day. But what if you could take your bathing experience to the next level? That's where jet spas come in.

Jet spas are bathtub attachments that create a Jacuzzi-like effect with massaging bubbles. Not only do they add a touch of luxury to your bathroom, but they can also help soothe sore muscles and ease tension headaches.

If you're thinking about investing in a jet spa, read this. This blog post will walk you through five factors to consider before making your purchase.

By the time you're finished reading, you'll know what type of jet spa is right for your needs. So grab a cup of tea, kick back, and let's get started!

Consider Your Budget:

Jet spas come in a wide range of prices, from budget-friendly models to more expensive versions with more features. Before you start shopping, it's crucial to determine your budget, so you don't end up overspending.

Once you know how much you want to spend, you can narrow your choices and focus on jet spas that fit your budget.

Check Reviews:

Take the time to read reviews on different jet spas before making your purchase. Reading through these can give you an idea of how the product performs and what others think about it.

Checking out customer reviews can also help you identify potential issues that could arise when using a jet spa, such as noise levels or durability issues.

This way, you can only buy a unit that will meet your expectations and last a while. You can visit the Owlrating website to check the list of the best jet spa.

Think About Placement:

Jet spas typically attach to the side of your bathtub. Depending on the size of your tub, you may need more space to work with.

Measure out the area before you start shopping, so you know what size and shape of the jet spa will fit in the space. Additionally, ensure the jet spa you choose is compatible with your current tub setup.

Select The Right Type Of Jets:

One of the most important things to consider when choosing a jet spa is which type of jets you want. There are two main types of jets—air and water jets—and each has its own pros and cons.

Air jets produce bubbles by forcing air through small holes in the unit, whereas water jets use water pressure to create their massaging effect.

Choose The Right Size For Your Tub:

Jet spas come in various sizes, so choosing one that will fit comfortably in your tub is essential. Measure the diameter of your tub before making your purchase to ensure the jet spa you choose will fit snugly against the sides.

You'll also want to ensure enough room inside the tub for you and the unit itself—after all, you don't want your relaxing soak to become a cramped and claustrophobic experience!

Conclusion:

Shopping for a jet spa doesn't have to be overwhelming. By considering your budget, reading reviews, and choosing the right size and type of jets for your tub, you can find the perfect addition to your home.

By following these five tips, you'll be able to find the perfect jet spa for your bathtub. Jet spas can bring a touch of luxury and relaxation to any bathroom, so don't wait—start shopping today!

Visit Owl Ratings for more information about jet spas and make sure you get the best one for your needs. Get ready to start enjoying the ultimate bathing experience!

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Choosing a Walk-in Tub

Whether you're looking for a new bathtub or just want to know more about them, read on to learn everything you need to know about walk-in tubs! A walk-in tub is a great option for people who want a bath that doesn't require a lot of space. They also provide an easy way to bathe pets, children, or other family members.

The Pros & Cons Of Walk-Ins

There are several advantages to choosing a walk-in tub over a traditional tub. Here are some of the top reasons you should convert your tub:

They are much easier to clean than standard tubs.

Typically they are less expensive than regular tubs.

Usually, they are often larger than standard tubs, making them ideal for bathing multiple people at once.

These are a few reasons people consider using walk in tubs in their bathrooms.

However, there are some disadvantages as well. For instance, they tend to be smaller than standard tubs, so they won't hold as much water. Also, they aren't usually designed with safety features such as grab bars, so they might not be safe for those who are elderly or disabled.

Types of Walk In Tubs

There are two main types of walk-in tubs: freestanding and wall-mounted. Freestanding models are typically made of fiberglass and come with a drain plug. They usually sit on top of the floor and require no plumbing work. Wall-mounted models are also made of fiberglass and are installed into a wall. They often have a recessed base so they don't take up much space.

Installation Tips For Walk-In Bathtubs

If you're planning to install a walk-in tub yourself, there are some things you should consider before doing any work. First, make sure the area where you plan to install the tub has enough room for the tub to fit. You'll also need to ensure the walls aren't too close together. This will allow you to easily access the tub when needed. Finally, check the electrical outlets and plumbing fixtures to make sure they're accessible.

However, most people do not have the skills to install their own tub. Many people choose to have their tubs put in by a professional company like Cavalier Builders,Inc.

Maintenance And Care Tips For Walk-In Tub

Once you've decided on the type of tub you'd like to install, you'll need to decide how much space you have available. Most tubs come with installation instructions, so follow those carefully. Next, you'll need to determine whether you want an open or closed tub. Open tubs are easier to clean and maintain, while closed tubs are better for people who suffer from claustrophobia.

These are a few of the reasons why people choose a walk in tub and tips on how to get one installed in your home.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Can you please do hcs for the gang with a clumsy S/O?

A/N: Hey there! Thanks for requesting <3 you're super clumsy (love you anyways 💚) so I had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

DARRY CURTIS

It’s both a blessing and a curse to be clumsy and dating Darry, there’s pros and cons here guys

Pro, he’s super big and super strong and will never have any problems picking you up if you’ve fallen or carrying you around

I totally see him telling you you’re safer in his arms than on your own feet and then carrying you around when he’s in a playful mood

Con, this man stresses out so much and he worries so much about you and your clumsy habits

Especially if you get hurt, he’s all huffy as he patches you up but he will kiss wherever you’ve hurt yourself and murmur reassurances the whole time

Will tease you for being clumsy? But it’s loving teasing, he’s just messing around with you and having fun <3 

SODAPOP CURTIS

He’s clumsy-ish too? But his clumsy only adds an extra endearing quality to him-

Soda’s compared to a colt in the book, very excitable and I can definitely see him like jumping around so fast he knocks stuff over and little things like that 

Sodapop, ever the gentlemen, is going to offer to carry everything for you so you have less of a chance to drop it

Like his brother, I firmly believe that he’d just scoop you up instead of letting you walk

The image of him carrying you, a bridal carry ‘cause we’re romantic, down the street because you tripped over yourself playing football in the lot and rolled your ankle-

He’d sit you on the edge of the tub and crouch down in front of you, wrapping your ankle deftly, cracking jokes and grinning up at you with that movie-star smile of his

PONYBOY CURTIS

I feel like Ponyboy’s very clumsy? But it’s like an ugly-duckling kind of clumsy

Like he’s only clumsy because he hasn’t really grown into himself yet and once he starts hitting some of his later teen years, he’s pretty suave-ish

So he’s used to the clumsiness and kind of tunes into your clumsiness?

That doesn’t make sense so I’ll explain- Pony’s so used to your clumsiness that he knows when you’re going to run into things even if he’s not looking at you 

Like he can be laying on the couch, fully engrossed in a book and you walk in and he’ll immediately say something like “wall” and you learn to stop, step away from the the thing Ponyboy says and continue on

That’s his way of looking out for you, y’know? He tries his hardest to prevent any injuries your clumsiness may cause

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas with a clumsy S/O is actually the funniest and sweetest thing I’ve ever thought of

You’ve got Dally, calm, cool, and collected, leaning against the edge of buildings with a cigarette between his lips as he stares people into submission

And then there’s you, stumbling over the curb and falling almost onto your face when you tried to join him

You kind of ruin his ice-cold, bad boy image because he’s always having to reach out to catch you from falling and stooping to pick up what you’ve dropped but he can’t really bring himself to care

You’re a clumsy doll, but you’re his doll, and he thinks you’re awfully cute

He’s gonna roll his eyes and blow smoke in your face when you do something stupid like trip over your own feet and run into things but he does it all with the fondest smile

JOHNNY CADE

I think you’re gonna worry Johnny a lot, the poor boy is constantly keeping an eye on you and trying to lead you away from danger

But it's almost an exasperated kind of worry? Johnnycake just doesn’t understand how someone could be this clumsy

You drop things, run into stationary furniture, choke on air and trip over your own feet for crying out loud-

Johnny’s doing his best to keep you alive, okay?

This boy presses soft kisses to all of your random little bruises and you can’t tell me that he doesn’t

He winces every time he hears you fall and will call out to see if you’re alright, waiting patiently for you to reply before he goes to check on you 

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit is a clumsy mess. He just is. No room for debate here friends :)

He’s tall and lanky and sometimes a little drunk and he’s clumsy

The two of you are constantly holding onto each other so you don’t fall over but half the time you end up stumbling into each other's arms

But you guys are cute clumsy, you try to help each other out and it’s just really cute okay?

Both of you are constantly running into doors and dropping things

The gang just rolls their eyes whenever you guys trip over things or trip over each other-

STEVE RANDLE

Super worried part two! He’s concerned when it comes to your clumsiness and is worried about your safety <3

Will do his best to patch up any of your injuries but can’t help it if he’s a little rough, he makes up for it in kisses

I don’t think Steve would tease you for being clumsy?

Like- the occasional little remark about he can’t believe you did what you did, but he’s not gonna tease you like Dal or Curly or Tim

He thinks you’re cute baby! Really cute! Loves the way you smile sheepishly when you catch something you drop before it hits the ground

Steve just loves you okay? No matter what, no matter how clumsy, he just really loves you

TIM SHEPARD

To preface, Tim is the kind of guy who would watch you fall, not even flinch, and then calmly ask if you’re okay

If you are, he’ll silently offer you a hand to pick you back up with a wide smirk on his face

If you’re not? He’ll crouch down to your level and look over you, determining how bad it is before helping you back up

He’s surprisingly gentle if he has to patch up your cuts and scrapes and anything else you do to yourself? Very gentle hands

Tim’s gonna make so many jokes about your clumsiness but that’s a him only thing

Maybe he’ll let Curly and Angela get away with a joke or two, but if anyone says anything else, they’re getting a cold look from the head Shepard

CURLY SHEPARD

The teasing is ruthless I tell you, absolutely ruthless and you need to learn to expect nothing else from Curly

All of the teasing terms and his jokes, he thinks he’s funny guys

If you’re the kind of clumsy person who has a tendency to walk into furniture and door frames (that’s me guys), Curly is going to laugh at you  

But in reality, Curly thinks you’re super cute, he can’t keep back the soft smile when he sees you catch yourself from falling and you just look so proud of yourself

Wants to hold your hand when you’re walking and always makes sure to put you on the inside of the sidewalk when you’re around town, keeping you away from the edge so there’s a lesser chance of you falling into traffic

He makes sure that there’s always a handful of extra bandaids and stuff at the Shepard household so in case you end up cutting yourself or something while you’re over, he can help you out

[ijustloveharry]

HOW COULD HE DO THIS / pt 2 / 3k words

thanks for the love xx here's part 2!

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Y/N woke the next morning alone. She wasn't sure if Harry had left or if he slept on the couch - but she had been laying in her bed for over an hour because she was too scared to find out.

What were they supposed to do now?

Even if she was willing to stay with him, how would it work?

Her heart told her to try to fix it; her brain told her to stop being stupid. Usually her gut was the deciding factor but the only thing she felt was nauseous.

Finally getting the courage, she padded out of her bedroom and into the living room.

Harry wasn't there.

Part of her was relieved, and the other part of her was disappointed.

He had left a letter on the counter, but she couldn't bring herself to read it. She pulled the ice cream tub from the freezer and plopped on the couch. She figured there wouldn't be a better day to have ice cream for breakfast.

Today she felt more rational. She felt like she could really figure out if she could ever get past this or if he really pushed her too far. They had been together for four years, and he hadn't come close to making any major mistakes until now.

Y/N did what any rational person would do the day after someone destroys you; she made a pros and cons list.

Pro: He's Harry styles

Con: He's a dirty cheater

Pro: He treats you well

Con: Until he fucking cheated

Pro: You've invested four years into this

Con: He risked FOUR YEARS by fucking cheating

That got her nowhere, obviously, and she sighed in frustration as she was left even more confused than when she started. She was clearly angry. Sure, she was hurt, but anger was the only thing surfacing right now.

She decided to go to the gym, hopefully that could help her let some of it out.

Y/N packed her gym bag and decided to head to a different gym than usual. Harry always went with her when he was in town - they got a private space, of course, but she didn't want to think about him right now.

Walking into the unfamiliar space, she glanced around and looked for an open treadmill. None. She groaned.

She decided to start with a stretch, hoping that a machine would be vacant when she was done. Y/N was about to pop her headphones in before a familiar voice called her attention.

"Hey - I know you!"

Y/N looked at the source, and saw the same man from the night before. James? Justin?

"Jesse." He said knowingly. "Y/N, right?"

"Yeah" She said, and he took a seat on the mat next to her.

"What the fuck are the chances, hey?"

Minimal, Y/N thought. She hoped he wasn't stalking her.

"Hope you're not stalking me, I workout here everyday and I've never seen you here."

That made her laugh, and it lightened her chest just enough to remind her that she might be okay. She can still laugh. She can still have fun.

"Trying something new, actually. Guess it was meant to be."

"Guess so." He grinned, mirroring her stretches. "I'm here with my friend - er, or whatever"

He indicated to one of the guys on the treadmill.

"Complicated?" Y/N asked

"Very." Jesse smiled sheepishly "He's confused."

"Him and I both." Y/N sighed

"Can I get your number? I meant to ask yesterday but we er- got a bit sidetracked."

"Sure." She said, typing the digits into his phone.

Y/N was kind of relieved to have someone to talk to. She had been ignoring her friends and it was nice to see someone who knew what was going on.

"How are you?" He asked, standing to stretch out his arms

"Been better" She laughed "Harry was outside my apartment when you dropped me off yesterday."

Jesse wasn't looking at her though, and Y/N turned her head to where he was looking.

The TV was playing some trashy gossip show, one she normally wouldn't pay attention to. This time she did. The photos of Harry were up on the screen, the current topic of discussion whether or not he was a cheater or if everyone had been wrong about him actually even having a mysterious girlfriend.

"Guess all Harry's are cheaters, huh?"

Y/N gulped and shrugged, pulling her gaze from the photos she had been trying so hard not to think about.

"Guess so." She mumbled

"What do you do?" He asked "For work, I mean."

Y/N was grateful for the change of subject.

"I'm getting a master's degree in marine biology." She explained "I go back for my last year in September. Right now I'm working as a scuba instructor."

"Oh - that's super fucking cool."

It is super fucking cool, Y/N thought, but she didn't feel the need to say that. "What about you?"

"I'm getting a business degree" He shrugged, offering no further information. "Don't know what I want to do so figured it could be the most universal."

"That's very true." Y/N agreed. She wondered how old he was.

"Do you wanna do something? I was going to do a group class at 11 but I could blow it off."

"Like what?" She asked

"I dunno. There's a cool coffee shop down the road"

"I think coffee will amp me up a bit too much, I came here to blow off some steam." She admitted "But I could just get a water or whatever."

"Well if you want to blow off steam, I have a pretty good idea.."

Y/N raised her eyebrows "Thought you were gay?"

Jesse blushed, realizing how he had sounded.

"Uh" He cleared his throat "Yeah - I meant, I know a place that you could get some anger out. Smashing things, axe throwing, that kind of stuff."

Y/N laughed at his flustered state. They could be friends, she thought.

"Yeah, let's go."

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It did help her blow off steam.

She used Harry's emergency credit card and bought out the whole showroom - $1050 to be exact. She smashed glass plates and toilet seats and everything they had into tiny pieces. She whacked the baseball bat around with everything she had and she felt so, so much better afterwards.

"Hell yeah." Jesse cheered, high-fiving her as she finished with the last items.

"That's exactly what I needed."

"Good." He smiled "Hey - isn't that Harry Styles?"

Y/N immediately froze, and Jesse noticed the change in her stature.

"Y/N" Harry said calmly. She had yet to turn around to face him

"Wait you know him?" Jesse asked, baffled. He was excited, Y/N assumed he must be a fan.

"Yes." She sighed, turning to face the man she had finally just forgotten about.

"Harry fucking Styles." Jesse said under his breath "Harry! Ohhh, damn."

She winced as the wheels turned in Jesse's head. His eyes narrowed at Harry.

"Hey - I used to really like you and all that so it totally sucks that you're a huge dick"

Harry's jaw clenched at the man beside her, and Y/N silently prayed Jesse would stop.

"Y/N is fucking great-"

"I know. I don't need you to tell me that." Harry said between his teeth.

"Well, apparently you do." Jesse retorted

"How'd you even find me here, Harry?" Y/N hoped to stop the two men from going at it.

"You used my credit card." He said simply

"Yeah - I kinda figured you owed me." She mumbled.

"Sure." He said. He didn't really know why he came here.

"Okay... Is that all, or?" Y/N was starting to get annoyed.

"I just needed to see you." He pleaded.

"Should've thought about that before you cheated in front of the whole world" Jesse muttered. Harry's eyes snapped to him

"Who the hell are you again?" He growled. Y/N stepped in front of Jesse.

"Okay - Harry, let's just go outside, yeah?"

He didn't move, though, he kept his eyes locked onto Jesse.

The two stared at each other for what felt like hours, and Y/N shifted uncomfortably between them.

"You don't have to go anywhere with him, you know." Jesse said to her, and Y/N knew he meant well but wished they would both just shut the hell up.

"Why don't you just mind your own business, mate." Harry growled, his annoyance growing my the second.

"You don't need to be so rude." Y/N snapped back. "I'm leaving now."

"Let me drive you-" Both of them said, stopping to glare at the other.

"Can you just fuck off, please?" Harry snapped at Jesse, who just glared back.

"Think you're the one who should fuck off, mate." Jesse mocked.

It was then Y/N walked away. She was supposed to be taking the edge off, and this was not helping.

"I'll find my own ride." Y/N said simply, she couldn't believe either of them thought they were helping.

"Now look what you've done." Harry rolled his eyes, and Jesse looked at him flabbergasted.

"Look what I've done? We've had a great time and you came in and ruined her whole mood." Jesse snapped "I don't even know her that well and can tell she doesn't want to see you"

Something in Harry snapped at that, and while Y/N didn't see it, she heard the impact. She turned around to see Jesse on the floor, holding the side of his face

"Let's go." He growled at her, pulling on her arm. She ripped herself from his grasp.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? No- I'm not going anywhere with you." Y/N said "You should just go."

"Y/N-"

"Just fucking go - Harry. I don't want to see you. Stop calling me, stop finding me, just fucking go." She said calmly. She didn't want to escalate anything further than it had been.

Harry sighed in defeat and left, offering an apology to Jesse before he walked away.

"I'm so sorry Jesse" Y/N cried once Harry was gone "I don't even know what the fuck just happened."

"I do." Jesse smirked "He was jealous."

He removed his hand from his face, revealing a forming bruise on his left eye.

"Oh my god" She cried harder "What the fuck"

"It's all good." Jesse shrugged "I can take it. I egged him on, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be sorry" She mumbled, wiping her under eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

Y/N had never been afraid of Harry. She wasn't sure she really was, she didn't think he would hurt her, but she had never seen him be violent and was shocked anyone could push him that far.

Maybe she didn't know him very well.

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Of course someone had recorded it.

'Harry Styles fist fight' was trending almost everywhere, and Y/N couldn't be more humiliated.

You could see her very clearly in the photos and videos. You could hear Jesse's remarks. The whole world knew now.

They had never been photographed together, ever. He was very careful, very particular, and wanted to keep her separate so it didn't make things more messy for their relationship. Paps were aggressive, fans were aggressive, and Y/N had gained over 500,000 followers on instagram that same day.

She locked herself in her room. She had countless notifications from strangers and multiple unanswered texts from her loved ones. She lost her job. Negative publicity never did good things for regular people.

The internet applauded Harry for 'defending her honour'. People assumed she had been cheating first and that Harry just snapped. Others assumed she had cheated with Jesse to get back at him. Most agreed Jesse must've deserved it. It's all people were conspiring about.

Y/N was furious. She didn't understand what was going through his head and she couldn't believe he allowed her name to get out there like this.

He didn't call her.

Granted, she told him not to. But she figured he would reach out given the circumstances.

She didn't know what to do. She had some money saved, she could be fine for a few months. This wouldn't wreck her schooling or her career. She could sell a statement if things got bad. She was lucky money wasn't her biggest concern.

Her phone buzzed on the side table and she groaned at the thought of someone else she knew asking her why she didn't tell them she was dating Harry Styles.

Can't believe there is photos of me getting my ass beat by Harry Styles

She smiled at Jesse's text.

Wasn't an ass beating, but yeah, not your best look.

Made Trevor super jealous though. Makes no sense.

Trevor = treadmill boy.

Maybe he was jealous you blew off blowing him to smash shit with some random girl.

Don't think thats it.

Y/N wasn't sure what that meant.

I think you should forgive him.

Y/N was appalled by that

Wtf why would I do that

I think he really loves you

Y/N rolled her eyes

Too much maybe.

Can never love too much.

Ok

I'm being serious. He's hurting

I don't feel bad for him

You shouldn't. But you should call him, at least see if he's ok

Did he hit your head too hard

No, maybe reading too much fanfiction tho

Y/N snorted, so he was a fan.

Was getting punched by Harry Styles on your bucket list or something?

Maybe

Weirdo

I just think he's desperate and desperate people have really stupid ideas

I'm not desperate so I'm not sure I should go along with your stupid ideas

Hey!

Y/N smiled to herself

hey

Just think about it

okay, jeez

thank u.

Y/N plugged her phone in, ending the conversation there. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to think after that.

Sighing, she got up from the bed and headed to get a drink from the fridge. She paused as she saw the unopened letter on the counter. She hesitated before opening it.

Y/N

I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't know how to forgive myself so I don't know how you could move past it either.

Please meet me for lunch? Our favourite spot? Noon? We don't have to talk, we don't have to do anything. Just come if you feel you want to or there is any part of you that thinks this can be fixed.

I love you,

H.

Y/N breathed out. Clearly she didn't show up for lunch, and she tried to push down the guilt she was beginning to feel.

"No" She said to herself aloud. It wasn't her fault she didn't want to read it, and it's wasn't her fault he reacted the way he did.

She did decide to call him, though.

"Hey" He answered solemnly. She could tell he wasn't himself right now

"Hey." Y/N but her lip. She didn't know what she wanted to say. "I just read your letter."

Harry let out a breath, but didn't say anything right away.

"Oh."

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't know what it was going to say when I saw it there yesterday and just didn't really wanna read it yet. Obviously, I didn't realize."

"It's okay." He assured. "I'm really sorry about yesterday."

"Yeah." was all she said. He should be sorry.

"I don't know what came over me." He admitted

"I dunno, H, but it was fucking whack." She was biting her lip hard now. She really didn't know where she was hoping this would go.

"Yeah." He said. They sat in silence for a moment.

"It was an employee." He broke the silence "That sold the footage."

"Oh." She replied. Who cares?

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Well it did, Harry."

He sighed. "Yeah, I've been on calls all day about how I'm supposed to fix this."

"And how are you supposed to fix this." She said. It was a statement more than a question. He couldn't fix this. Her name was already out.

"I can't." He said. "Not anything I'm willing to say, I guess just let it blow over."

She was angry at that, and decided not to hide it.

"I'm so glad it'll just blow over for you, Harry, but my entire fucking life just changed and I'm not sure that it'll ever go back."

"I know." He whispered. She could tell he was crying.

"How could you do this? Did you really think that was going to make it any better?"

"I wasn't thinking at all." He admitted

"Clearly." She rolled her eyes.

"You didn't show up for lunch, I got the notification about the credit card and I just drove there. I didn't think about any of it. I just wanted to see you and try." He rambled "And then you were there with some fucking guy-"

"Some guy is named Jesse, and we're literally just friends Harry. I met him at the bar two days ago and the fact that you even found him threatening is absolutely insane. Do you think I would do that? Do you think I could? We haven't even broken up yet-" Y/N was crying now

"I didnt-"

"You didn't what, Harry? You didn't think? You hadn't thought about that? That's all you've been saying. That's not good enough. You should be thinking about me. But you've only been thinking about yourself, and that's the problem."

Harry was silent at that.

"Yeah, okay. You're right."

"I don't know what to tell you or how could you possibly fix this but I know that whatever is going through your head is absolutely not working for me." Y/N sighed "I just need space, Harry. I need space to stop being so fucking angry so I can see if I can even stomach forgiving you."

"Okay." He finally said "Okay, I'll leave you alone, Y/N, I promise."

Tears were spilling down her cheeks. Is this what she wanted?

"I'll call you Harry, when I'm ready. I promise I will." She meant that. Either way, she would tell him how she feels.

"I have to go." He gulped. "A few things I have to do for work."

"Sure." She sighed.

"I-" Harry hesitated and Y/Ns heart shattered at that.

"I love you too, Harry. But I think that's my issue right now. Loving you hurts too much."

Harry hung up the phone and rested his head in his hands. He only waited a moment before making the call he was sure he'd regret.

~~~~~~~

Y/N's new job started a little over a week later. Didn't take her long to find something that was out of public access, somewhere that wouldn't get bombarded with calls and emails asking for information about her. No one would know she's hidden away in the back.

She was working in a small aquarium, identifying fish that had been rescued and direcing them to the proper rehabilitation centers in the country. She liked it way more than scuba diving.

She had her headphones in, rummaging through a textbook as she listened to Taylor Swift. Classic breakup anthems to help her through.

Her phone buzzed, but she ignored it. She was on the clock; couldn't be that important.

But then it buzzed again. And again. and again.

She groaned and finally gave in, pulling it from her back pocket.

Jesse Hey, did you see this?

Mariana Ummm ok Harry tho?? maybe I take back the long rants from before - if you don't take him back, pls give him my number

Bethany Yo did you see that Harry interview.... sorry to bring it up if you did but didn't want you to be blindsided if not. text me back!!!

Dad why does this harry boy have your name in his mouth

Brotha do we need to beat up Harry Styles or are you believing his stuntin ass

Harry hope I didn't cross any lines x I love you

Y/N stared at the screen silently as she debated watching it. She only had 16 minutes left in her shift but she wasn't sure she could wait that long.

Sighing, she clicked the video and held her breath as it began to play.

"Harry!" The host cheered as he came out. Harry looked good, really good, and Y/N cursed his stylist for doing this to her heart.

"Hello." He smiled. Y/N was sure she couldn't be the only one who knew it wasn't genuine.

"So, what's up?" The host raised his eyebrows "Got some new music coming out?"

"Not quite." Harry fiddled with his rings. He was nervous. "A couple movies, though."

"So I've heard. Not sure they can top your latest performance, though."

The screen behind played the clip of Harry's fist hitting Jesse, and Y/N winced at the impact. She hadn't seen the video yet, and it looked much worse than it seemed at the time.

"Yeah... Not my best moment" He said sheepishly. He didn't look up at the screen.

"Wanna tell me what's going on here?" The host trailed, prying for more

"Just like the final straw in'na huge series of mistakes, i guess."

Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away from how he was playing with his hands. He was very nervous.

"Vague, okay. Can you tell me who this is" The screen zoomed in to Y/N's face, catching the exact moment she realized what had gone on. She looked scared, she looked upset. Harry had never seen her look at him like that; It made him sick.

"Biggest mistake." There was a ghost of a smile on his face "I fucked up pretty bad and I guess this was my way of trying to make it up to her. Didn't work."

"Can't imagine why." The host joked

The screen flashed to the pictures of him on the beach

"Fucked up like... this?" The host asked, and Harry turned to look this time

"Yeah. They're real, to settle the debate. I cheated, and have never regretted anything more in my life."

"Damn, can't believe I didn't even know you had a girlfriend. I've been giving your number out to loads of girls who I thought you'd pair nice with."

"Thanks" Harry deadpanned "But I only have eyes for her"

"For.. her?" The screen flashed back to the earlier photo of Y/N and her stomach knotted. She hated that people knew who she was.

"Y/N, yeah." Harry said, running his hands through his hair. "There isn't much to say about it, yeah? She was perfect and it was great and I fucked it up. I tried to fix it and I fucked it up even worse."

"Well I don't know about that." The host said, the screen flashed back to the punch. "You look like a hero to me"

Something flashed in Harry, and his nostrils flared.

"That doesn't make me a hero. That doesn't make me brave. It's bad enough I have to see my lowest point back on video, but people applauded this like it's okay?" Harry licked his lips, trying to remain his composure. "Her face in that video broke my fucking heart. It doesn't make me big or manly. It makes me a coward and I'll be lucky if she ever looks at me again. She doesn't need me to defend her. She doesn't need me at all - and now she doesn't even want me, so I'm not sure why anyone thinks that this is impressive."

Y/N was surprised at Harry's vulnerability. He always shared as little as possible and he never commented on the things people said about him.

"Wow - damn. I guess yeah." The host clearly wasn't expecting that, indicating to Y/N that Harry had went off script. She couldn't help but wonder what he was supposed to say.

"It's nobody's business, and obviously I run that risk with my work, but that has nothing to do with her." He stated plainly "My mistakes aren't her mistakes. I loved her - I'm in love with her, and I fucked it up and that's the whole story."

The host nodded in agreement, and strategically narrowed the interview towards a fight scene in his upcoming movie. Y/N stopped the video there and sat in silence for a moment.

She knew this was for her. It would have blown over for him- he said it to her himself. But he would rather his reputation tank than have her name out there as anything other than the narrative he could steer it to.

Y/N cried, then. Y/N AND HARRY was trending on twitter and she couldn't bring herself to click on it. She had gained another hundred thousand followers on instagram and she wanted to throw her phone in the fish tank and just leave the face of the earth.

But she didn't. She called Harry.

"Hi" He said softly

"Hey"

"Sorry - I hope I didn't make it worse."

"You didn't." She admitted. She wasn't going to tell him that he made it any better, though. "Can I see you?'

Harry was silent for a moment. This wasn't his motive - he wasn't trying to fix anything this time. He just needed them all to stop.

"Are you sure?" He finally asked "Cuz I wasn't trying-"

"I know you weren't. And no, I'm not sure. But I want to come over, is that okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's okay."

"Okay, I'm on my way."