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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 32 (A Handsome Detective Investigates the Hack)

Detective Conrad Gordon stood in Heather's front yard with his canine partner, Bernese mountain dog Gord.

She'd never seen him before, but Heather knew why he was here. She raced to put her son in his crib and get dressed.

Holding out his badge, he offered a respectful nod and a charming smile that made her nervous. "Detective Conrad Gordon, ma'am. Are you Heather Nesbitt?" She nodded, holding her breath. Just her luck; the hottest man she'd ever seen had come to arrest her. "I'm here to look into a recent hack of Landgraab Systems. Did you know anything about that?"

"I mean, I read about it in the news like everybody else," she said. Her voice wavered. She was a very bad liar.

He clipped his badge back to his belt. "Do you mind if I take a look around your computer? A tip to San Myshuno PD said you might know something more."

"That's silly."

She laughed with an anxious breath, letting him in to search her PC. She hoped she’d covered her tracks, but the detective had been a geek since he learned how to type. Just like Heather.

He knew where to look and exactly what he was looking for. She could tell, and she tried to look busy. Flustered, she put a pot of soup on the grill in the backyard (why Heather why?!), but this was exactly the sort of strange behaviour that made a guilty person look it.

He joined her outside with a sympathetic frown. "You're really savvy with computers," he observed. "A vet who's also an app developer who got her start as the best online Incredible Sports player the game's ever seen."

She blushed. "You know about that?"

"I did a bit of research before the drive out here, but I didn't need to be reminded of all the times ButtercupNesbeets and your Henford Hens All-Stars kicked my butt online in high school."

"You played?"

"Not as well as you. But why the jump from gaming to hacking?"

The truth flooded out of her. "Malcolm Landgraab stole my app code, but I use those royalties to raise our son. And if Landgraab Corp's nothing but shady deals and bad business, I'm worried for my clinic. Besides, the news report said it barely cost the Landgraabs a thing!"

"It's still illegal, Miss Nesbitt."

"Mama mama!" Ash called for her from beyond the patio door, interrupting her rambling explanation. She pulled the pot of soup from the stove and shut off the grill, heading inside to lift her son from his crib.

"Cute kid," said the detective. Ash wriggled from his mother's anxious grasp and Conrad reached out to steady him. "Is the second one Malcolm Landgraab's, too?"

"No, thank the Watcher. I'm a surrogate for my best friends, and I guess I've been a bit hormonal. I was frustrated, but I didn't do it to steal a bunch of data and I don't plan to do it again. I just wanted to get back at my ex. It was stupid."

Heavily pregnant with a child for friends who couldn’t expand their family without her help, Conrad could sympathize with Heather's motives. Everyone in Simlandia knew the Landgraabs only cared about enriching themselves, but Heather was a single mom who saved the lives of helpless animals.

His dog took a liking to her instantly. Gord always knew a bad egg when he saw one, and Conrad could usually trust his canine's instincts better than his own.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to get arrested? Should I call my parents to come get my son?"

The handsome young detective didn’t have the heart to bring her in. "I didn't record your confession because you said you've felt emotional lately. I don't like to take a confession under duress, so I guess the investigation has to continue. If the Landgraabs insist on pressing charges, you'll probably hear from me again. For now, I should head back, file a report, and let you get back to your son."

He didn't have a plan, but rather than stop by the station when he returned to the city, Conrad turned onto the overpass over the bridge and parked his cruiser Uptown... ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

WCIF Conrad Gordon? I used this sim by lemariiia from the Sims 4 Gallery, and changed his hair and beard to be a little less old fashioned. I changed his last name because I felt like it (it was Sampson IIRC), but otherwise everything else is the same. The dog I gave him myself because I love this breed.

Also we totally don't have to play coy and act like that's not the sim in my userpic! 😂 After I called time on the Everett/Heather flirtation because I fell too hard for Spencer and didn't want to do that to her anymore, I needed to pivot because there's still no gen 3 heir! I also need to make Heather do programming things to keep the Techie lifestyle (even though she decided years ago she doesn't even like the skill), so I planned the hack and the investigation, searched the gallery for five 'detective' sims, and then my friend Kenzie picked Conrad based on looks and traits.

Spoiler alert but I hope you guys love him because Kenzie picked so well!

[rabbitcruiser]

National Filet Mignon Day

The words “filet mignon” call to mind rich, succulent, melt-in-your mouth flavor. Treat yourself to a nice steak dinner, or try cooking it at home.

National Filet Mignon Day, celebrated on August 13th, is a day dedicated to appreciating one of the most sought-after and delicious cuts of meat.

This special day highlights the culinary delight that is filet mignon, known for its tenderness and flavor. The name originated from the French words “filet,” meaning strip or thread, and “mignon,” meaning small, cute, or tender.

It describes a small, tender steak cut from the beef tenderloin​​. Filet mignon is cherished for its soft, tender texture, coming from a part of the cow that doesn’t get much exercise, making it less tough than other cuts.

Its popularity stems from its exquisite taste and texture, despite being one of the pricier meat cuts due to its desirable attributes​​. Over time, the dish, which dates back to before the 18th century in the U.S., has become accessible to many, though it retains its image as a luxurious choice​​.

The day is marked by various activities, including dining out at steakhouses to enjoy this special cut, cooking it at home for a personal touch, and sharing experiences online using the hashtag #NationalFiletMignonDay.

Whether it’s indulging in a prime cut, trying the vegetarian-fed Angus cut, or even a whole Filet Mignon roast, there are multiple ways to celebrate the day.

Each method offers a unique experience of this exceptional steak, whether cooked to perfection at a steakhouse or grilled gently at home to preserve its tender quality​​.

History of National Filet Mignon Day

National Filet Mignon Day, observed on August 13th, celebrates one of the most tender and luxurious cuts of beef.

This day highlights a piece of culinary artistry that’s beloved worldwide for its buttery texture and exquisite flavor.

The term “filet mignon” was popularized in the early 20th century and is French for “cute filet” or “dainty filet,” reflecting its prized status on the dining table.

Despite its current widespread appreciation, filet mignon was once considered an exclusive luxury, out of reach for many due to its high cost​​​​.

The exact origins of National Filet Mignon Day are as murky as the dish’s history, which has been a favorite in the U.S. since before the 18th century.

Initially known as medallions or tenderloin steak, the cut’s appeal has only grown over time, evolving from a symbol of wealth to a celebrated choice for diners across various backgrounds​​.

The day now serves as an opportunity for steak enthusiasts and casual diners to indulge in or discover the joys of filet mignon, whether by cooking it at home or enjoying it at a favorite steakhouse​​.

This day not only boosts the restaurant industry but also educates people about the culinary world, making it a celebration of taste and tradition.

So, whether you’re a longtime fan or new to the joys of filet mignon, National Filet Mignon Day offers the perfect excuse to explore the rich flavors and tender textures of this esteemed steak​​.

How to Celebrate National Filet Mignon Day

Celebration methods vary, from savoring a meal at a restaurant to grilling it oneself, highlighting the cut’s versatility.

The steak’s tenderness makes it a prime choice for those seeking a delicate and flavorful dining experience. Whether seasoned simply or marinated for extra flavor, filet mignon pairs wonderfully with a variety of sides and a glass of red wine, such as Cabernet Sauvignon or Pinot Noir, to complete the meal​​​​.

Engage Your Senses with “Guess the Seasoning”

Kick off your National Filet Mignon Day celebrations with a playful “Guess the Seasoning” game. As you grill those tender filets in your backyard, invite your guests to use their senses.

They’ll be blindfolded, taking tiny bites or sniffing to pinpoint the spices you’ve artfully hidden within. It’s a deliciously fun way to dive into the world of flavors and spice up the party atmosphere​​​​.

Embark on a Culinary Journey with “Filet Mignon Flight”

Why settle for one when you can have a flight? This celebration calls for a “Filet Mignon Flight,” where small cuts of this exquisite meat are prepared in various styles.

Imagine a piece seared to perfection, another lovingly wrapped in bacon, and a third crowned with a rich dollop of blue cheese. Each bite offers a new destination on this savory tour de force, making your taste buds dance with delight​​​​.

Dare to Try: New Cooking Techniques

This National Filet Mignon Day, challenge yourself and your skillet with a new cooking method. Discovering a new favorite technique might just be the highlight of your day, bringing a fresh twist to your steak game​​.

Connect and Savor with “Steak and Sip”

In these times, connection is everything. So, why not host a virtual “Steak and Sip” evening? Have your friends or family prepare their filet mignon at home, each paired with a chosen wine.

Then, gather online to share your culinary creations, wine discoveries, and, most importantly, laughter. It’s a heartwarming way to come together and celebrate, no matter the distance​​​​.

Discover New Flavors at Your Local Butcher

Take a little adventure to your local butcher and ask for a filet mignon cut you’ve never tried before. Perhaps the Angus cut or an indulgent whole roast.

Armed with expert tips on the best preparation methods, spend your day experimenting with new flavors and textures. It’s a delicious opportunity to expand your culinary repertoire and perhaps find a new favorite​​.

A Touch of Humor: “Love Letter to Your Steak”

Before you even start cooking, take a moment to pen a “Love Letter” to your filet mignon. Express your deepest, most humorous feelings for this exquisite piece of meat on paper.

Reading your ode aloud adds a sprinkle of humor to your meal prep, guaranteeing smiles all around. It’s a unique way to celebrate the day, filled with laughter and love for the culinary arts​​​​.

Creativity on a Plate: “Steak Art” Contest

Finally, unleash the inner artist in you and your guests with a “Steak Art” contest. Use sides and sauces to transform your plate into a masterpiece.

Snap photos of these edible creations before they’re devoured, capturing the moment where art meets appetite. It’s a delightful way to engage everyone’s creativity, making this National Filet Mignon Day one to remember​​​​.

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How to Build a Custom Camping Equipment Set That Works for You

If you’ve ever walked into an outdoor gear store or scrolled endlessly through product listings online, you know how overwhelming it can be to pick the right camping equipment. Everyone’s telling you what’s “essential,” but the truth is, not every piece of gear is right for every camper.

Building your camping equipment set should be about your needs, not just a generic checklist. Whether you’re a weekend warrior, solo hiker, family camper, or backcountry adventurer — the right setup can make or break your outdoor experience.

In this blog, we’ll walk you through how to build a custom camping equipment set that works for you, piece by piece, so you feel confident, prepared, and totally in control of your next adventure.

Step 1: Define Your Camping Style

Before buying any camping equipment, ask yourself:

Where do I usually camp? (Car campground, forest trail, mountain ridge?)

How long do I stay out? (A night, a weekend, a full week?)

What’s the weather like where I go?

Am I alone or with friends/family?

Your camping equipment should reflect your environment and lifestyle. A camper heading to the Himalayas needs very different gear than someone chilling at a lakeside campground.

Step 2: Build the Core Shelter System

Your tent is your home away from home, so invest in one that fits your use case. Here’s what to consider:

Tent size: Get one that fits your group plus a little extra room for gear.

Weather resistance: Make sure it’s waterproof and windproof.

Setup: Look for something easy to pitch if you're not a fan of complicated instructions.

Don’t forget your camping equipment checklist here should also include:

Sleeping bag (based on temperature rating)

Sleeping pad or inflatable mattress

Tarp or footprint (to protect the tent floor)

These form the base of your custom camping equipment setup.

Step 3: Cooking & Food Essentials

If you're not planning to live on trail mix and canned beans, you’ll need proper kitchen gear in your camping equipment set:

Portable stove or grill

Fuel (and backup fuel)

Lightweight pots, pans, and utensils

Cooler or food storage bin

Reusable plates, mugs, and cutlery

Water purification tablets or a filter

Keep it simple, especially if you’re backpacking. But make sure your food prep camping equipment matches your dietary habits and group size.

Step 4: Lighting & Navigation

Nobody wants to stumble around the woods in the dark. These should always be part of your camping equipment:

Headlamp (with spare batteries)

Lantern (solar or battery-operated)

Flashlights

Map and compass or GPS device

Trail markers (for backcountry navigation)

Modern camping equipment often includes solar-powered or rechargeable tech that saves you money and reduces waste over time.

Step 5: Safety & First Aid

Accidents happen, and being prepared is non-negotiable. Essential safety gear in your camping equipment set:

First aid kit (customize it with meds you personally need)

Emergency whistle

Bear spray (depending on your location)

Bug spray and sunscreen

Multi-tool or knife

Firestarter or waterproof matches

Don't overlook this part of your camping equipment list—it could be the most important.

Step 6: Comfort & Extras

You’re allowed to enjoy camping — it doesn’t have to be all survival mode. Add comfort gear to your camping equipment set:

Camp chairs

Hammock

Shade canopy

Bluetooth speaker (if allowed at your site)

Journal or book

Portable power bank

Just make sure these extras match your travel style. If you’re hiking 10 miles in, you probably don’t want to carry a cast iron skillet and a full-size pillow.

Step 7: Organize & Test Everything

Once you’ve gathered your camping equipment, don’t stop there. ✅ Test your stove before you hit the road. ✅ Practice pitching your tent in the backyard. ✅ Check batteries and chargers. ✅ Organize everything into clear bins or labeled dry bags.

Doing a dry run helps ensure that all your camping equipment is functional, easy to access, and ready to use.

Step 8: Personalize Your Pack Over Time

As you go on more trips, you’ll naturally refine your camping equipment. Maybe you’ll swap out a heavy stove for a compact one. Or you might add solar lights, a folding table, or even an outdoor shower.

Make a list after each trip of what worked and what didn’t. Over time, your camping equipment will become truly custom to your preferences.

Final Thoughts

Your camping equipment should make you feel confident, comfortable, and excited to be outdoors. Whether you’re packing light for solo treks or going all-in for family glamping, what matters is that your setup works for you.

Avoid buying gear just because it's trending or expensive. Instead, focus on functionality, comfort, and your unique camping style. With a bit of thought and planning, you’ll create a personalized camping equipment set that serves you well for years to come.

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Buy Chicken Stands Online for the Perfect Father’s Day Gift

Father’s Day is coming up, and if you’re already stressing about what to get Dad—we’ve got your back. Forget the typical socks, coffee mugs, or mystery tools he’ll never use. This year, give him something that’s equal parts hilarious and actually useful. It’s time to buy chicken stands online and make this Father’s Day one he’ll actually remember (and talk about at every BBQ for the next 10 years).

Because Dad Deserves More Than a Tie

Let’s be honest—if your dad loves to grill (or just likes looking like he does), then you’re already halfway to the perfect gift. Our beer can chicken stands are the ultimate backyard upgrade: equal parts comedy, quality craftsmanship, and mouthwatering results.

These stands aren’t just novelty items—they’re designed with real cooking performance in mind. Made from sturdy stainless steel, they hold your bird securely while allowing it to cook evenly, producing incredibly juicy, flavorful results. Oh, and did we mention they’re dishwasher safe? Because Dad has better things to do than scrub.

Why Buy Chicken Stands Online From Us?

At Toms RiDICKulous Things, we believe shopping should be easy, fun, and maybe even make you laugh-snort a little. When you buy chicken stands online from us, you’re not just getting a cooking gadget—you’re getting a full-blown experience. Here’s why our customers (and their dads) love it:

Free worldwide shipping—because funny grilling gifts shouldn’t be limited by borders.

100% money-back guarantee—we’re confident, but if Dad doesn’t laugh (or eat like a king), you’re covered.

Ridiculous but practical designs—BBQ tools that spark joy and juicy chicken.

Tried, tested, and “dad-approved”—by our loyal customers and our own backyard parties.

The Gift That Grills and Giggles

Imagine the moment: Dad opens his gift, sees a bold, perfectly machined chicken stand—possibly with swinging parts or shades for the bird—and just starts laughing. Then fast-forward to Sunday afternoon when he’s proudly roasting a chicken in front of everyone, beer in hand, explaining the “science” behind beer can chicken like he invented it.

That’s what we live for.

Plus, chicken stands like ours bring people together. Whether it’s your family’s backyard BBQ, a tailgate party, or just a Tuesday night where Dad decides to get fancy, our stands are built for those good times.

A Father’s Day Gift With Flavor and Flair

We know how hard it can be to find a gift that’s both funny and functional. But when you buy chicken stands online from us, you’re checking off both boxes—and giving Dad something he’ll actually use.

So don’t wait for the last-minute scramble. Order today and make this Father’s Day legendary. Give Dad the chance to roast, toast, and boast.

[primeoutdoors]

Hockessin Deck Builders: Crafting Custom Outdoor Living Spaces in Delaware

Your backyard should be more than just a patch of grass—it should be a place where you can relax, connect, and enjoy life outdoors. That’s where a beautiful deck comes in. Whether you're hosting a summer cookout, sipping your morning coffee, or simply soaking up the sunshine, a well-crafted deck can transform your outdoor space into your favorite "room" in the house. And with the right Deck Builder in Hockessin, that dream deck is easier to achieve than you think.

Let’s walk through how local Hockessin deck experts help homeowners create outdoor spaces that are both beautiful and built to last.

1. Custom Designs That Reflect Your Lifestyle

No two families are the same—so your deck shouldn’t be, either. Whether you're after something sleek and modern or warm and rustic, the best builders will tailor the design to fit your space and how you plan to use it. That might include:

A cozy, single-level deck for morning coffee or evening chats

Multi-level platforms for separate dining and lounging zones

Built-in features like benches, planters, or pergolas

Materials like natural wood, composite, or exotic hardwoods

An experienced Deck Builder in Hockessin will take your ideas and turn them into a layout that feels like a natural part of your home.

2. Creating Spaces You’ll Actually Use

A deck is more than a visual upgrade—it’s a functional part of your home. Want to host dinners outdoors? Set up a reading nook in the shade? Make a kid-friendly hangout space? All of that starts with thoughtful planning. Some popular uses for custom decks include:

Outdoor kitchens or grill stations

Lounge areas with comfy seating and string lights

Covered zones with shade sails or pergolas

Seamless transitions between inside and out

The right Deck Builder in Hockessin will help you design a deck that fits your day-to-day life, not just your property lines.

3. Built to Handle Delaware Weather

Hockessin sees its fair share of sun, rain, and seasonal swings—so your deck needs to be ready for it all. That’s why quality craftsmanship and weather-resistant materials are key. A well-built deck will feature:

Strong framing and reliable structural support

Boards treated or engineered to resist moisture, rot, and fading

Hardware that won’t rust or loosen over time

Construction that follows local codes and safety best practices

Working with a reliable Deck Builder in Hockessin means you won’t have to worry about shortcuts or costly repairs down the road.

4. Details That Make It Yours

The little things are what make a space feel special. Want a deck that lights up at night? Need privacy from the neighbors? Hoping for a built-in bench with extra storage? These small touches go a long way. Consider:

Accent lighting for stairs, rails, and gathering spaces

Privacy screens, trellises, or lush planters

Stylish railings that enhance your view

Custom finishes that match your home’s personality

A thoughtful Deck Builder in Hockessin will work with you to bring those finishing details to life.

Conclusion

A deck isn’t just an add-on—it’s a place for connection, comfort, and everyday living. With help from a trusted Deck Builder in Hockessin, you can turn your backyard into a space that’s uniquely yours, built to last, and ready for whatever the season brings. Ready to get started? Give us a call or reach out online to schedule a consultation. Let’s build something great together.

[eightlaneslandscaping]

Fairfield County Landscapers: Luxury Outdoor Designs for CT’s Gold Coast

In Fairfield County, your yard isn’t just an outdoor space—it’s part of your everyday lifestyle. Whether you're sipping coffee on the patio, hosting summer barbecues, or enjoying a peaceful garden view, a beautifully designed landscape makes it all the more enjoyable. From shoreline estates to stylish suburban homes, local homeowners are choosing to invest in outdoor spaces that are both luxurious and livable. With the right Landscaper in Fairfield County, you can turn your vision into something truly special.

Here’s how to find a landscaping partner who knows the area, understands your needs, and brings your dream yard to life.

1. Designing with Fairfield County’s Personality in Mind

Fairfield County has its own signature style—a blend of classic New England charm and modern elegance. Your landscape should echo that mix, using materials and designs that feel timeless yet fresh. Think:

Native plants mixed with curated garden beds

Stone pathways, patios, or walls with natural texture

Outdoor spaces that blend seamlessly with your indoor style

An experienced Landscaper in Fairfield County will design your space to fit your home, your taste, and the way you actually use your yard.

2. Luxury Features That Make Every Day Feel Special

Why settle for ordinary when your outdoor space can feel like a getaway? Homeowners today want more than just a lawn—they want spaces that add joy, value, and ease to everyday life. Popular upgrades include:

Full outdoor kitchens with grills and prep areas

Elegant lighting to create mood and safety after dark

Pools or spas surrounded by curated gardens

Custom patios, terraces, or decks for entertaining

Smart irrigation that saves water and keeps your yard thriving

The right Landscaper in Fairfield County can help you explore what’s possible and build features that stand the test of time.

3. It’s All About Collaboration

Great landscaping starts with great communication. A good landscaper won’t just tell you what’s trendy—they’ll listen to what matters most to you. Whether you want a low-maintenance layout, space for kids to play, or a garden oasis to unwind, they should work closely with you from concept to completion.

Look for a team that offers:

Honest, creative design conversations

3D renderings or sketches so you can picture the plan

Clear expectations around timing and budget

Friendly updates throughout the project

Working with a collaborative Landscaper in Fairfield County ensures you stay involved, informed, and excited at every step.

4. Keeping Your Yard Beautiful Year-Round

Luxury landscaping doesn’t end when the job is done—it’s something that evolves and grows. A great landscaper offers services to keep your space thriving season after season, such as:

Regular mowing, weeding, and pruning

Refreshing flowers and mulch throughout the year

Keeping irrigation systems in top shape

Seasonal cleanups for fall leaves and spring blooms

Your Landscaper in Fairfield County should feel like a long-term partner, there to help your space look great no matter the season.

Conclusion

A beautifully designed yard enhances your home, your lifestyle, and your connection to the outdoors. If you live in Fairfield County and are ready to elevate your landscape, the right landscaping team can bring your ideas to life with care, creativity, and craftsmanship. Let’s create an outdoor space that’s a joy to live in and a place you’re proud to show off. Give us a call or contact us online to schedule your consultation. We’d love to help you bring your vision to life—right in your own backyard.

[furnitureguide]

Outdoor Dining Buying Guide

Hosting a gathering without the right outdoor dining set is like cooking without a stove. You can invite your friends. You can plan a fancy menu. You can even set up a playlist that wows everyone. But if your outdoor setup doesn’t scream comfort and style, the whole vibe falls flat.

Why? -> Because the right outdoor dining set doesn’t just hold your food—it creates the experience. -> A single table can turn a backyard into a sanctuary. -> A perfect chair can make your guests linger for hours.

Think about it: -> Patio vibes aren’t sold with just a grill—they’re sold with “Gather ‘Round.” -> Restaurants don’t sell meals—they sell “Dine Under the Stars.” -> Ikea doesn’t sell furniture—they sell “Live Simple, Live Better.”

Every great moment outdoors starts with the right setup. But here’s the catch… no one tells you how to choose it. Magazines show you pretty pictures, but not what lasts through rain or sun. Stores push flashy designs, but skip the part about comfort or durability. You browse online, but end up lost in a sea of options, unsure what’s worth your money. You don’t need more inspiration. You need a solution.

That’s why we created the Outdoor Dining Guide. 📖 10+ outdoor dining sets to match your style and space. ✨ Real tips to pick weatherproof, comfy, and timeless pieces. 🎯 Step-by-step advice—no fluff, just what works.

Learn to build an outdoor space that sells itself. Learn to choose pieces that make guests say, “Wow, I need this too.” A great outdoor dining set isn’t luck. It’s a choice—and you can master it.

Start here 👉https://furnitureguide.net/outdoor-dining-buying-guide/

[thebbqstore462]

BBQ Culture: The Heartbeat of Australian Outdoor Living

In Australia, BBQs are more than just a way to cook—they're an essential part of outdoor life. Whether you’re soaking up Darwin’s tropical warmth or enjoying the vibrant energy of Sydney’s downtown, nothing brings friends and family together like grilling. From the bustling streets of Sydney to the relaxed vibe of Darwin, BBQs are deeply woven into the fabric of Australian culture. And when it comes to creating that perfect BBQ experience, having the right tools makes all the difference.

BBQ Sydney: A Culinary Haven for Outdoor Cooks

Sydney is a dynamic city, known for its stunning views and lively urban atmosphere. But it’s also a place where BBQ culture thrives. Whether you’re grilling on a spacious backyard or a cozy balcony, BBQ Sydney caters to every style and taste. The city offers everything from sophisticated gas-powered systems to classic charcoal grills, providing BBQ enthusiasts with plenty of options. Sydney’s diverse food scene allows you to get creative with your grill, cooking everything from sausages and steaks to seafood or even pizza made right on the BBQ.

Sydney’s temperate climate means BBQs can be enjoyed year-round. Whether it's a warm summer evening or a crisp autumn day, the city's outdoor lifestyle makes grilling a constant favorite. Local retailers and online shops offer a wide selection of BBQ tools, so you can easily find the perfect gear to suit your needs.

BBQ Darwin: Grilling with a Northern Twist

In BBQ Darwin take on a unique charm, thanks to the city’s tropical climate and relaxed outdoor lifestyle. The warmth of the Northern Territory makes Darwin a year-round BBQ destination, where outdoor cooking becomes a way of life. For locals, grilling isn’t just about preparing food—it’s about immersing yourself in the natural surroundings and embracing the laid-back vibe of the city.

One of the standout features of BBQ in Darwin is the abundance of fresh, local ingredients. From juicy steaks to succulent seafood, grilling here often incorporates distinct spices and flavors that reflect the cultural diversity of the region. Darwin BBQs offer something special for everyone, whether it's perfectly marinated steaks or a whole barramundi cooked over an open flame. Whether you’re looking for portable grills or more heavy-duty units suited for the tropical climate, Darwin’s shops and online stores offer a wide range of BBQ equipment.

Choosing the Right BBQ for Sydney and Darwin

When selecting the ideal BBQ for your backyard—whether in Sydney or Darwin—there are a few key factors to consider: size, type, and function. The type of BBQ you choose, whether gas or charcoal, can significantly impact your cooking experience. In Sydney, gas BBQs are often favored for their ease of use, quick setup, and precise heat control. They’re perfect for those who want fast and efficient grilling.

In Darwin, both gas and charcoal BBQs are popular, though gas models are especially favored due to the convenience they offer in the heat. With so many options on the market, it’s crucial to invest in high-quality BBQs that perform well under the unique conditions of each city. Understanding your cooking style and preferences will help you find the perfect BBQ setup, ensuring years of enjoyment in your backyard.

Essential BBQ Accessories for a Perfect Grill

The right BBQ accessories can make a world of difference when it comes to grilling. Whether you’re in Sydney or Darwin, high-quality tools enhance your cooking experience and help you achieve delicious results every time. Must-have accessories like grilling mats, rotisserie kits, smoker boxes, and BBQ utensils can take your BBQ game to the next level.

For example, a rotisserie kit lets you cook whole chickens or roasts to perfection, creating rich, smoky flavors and tender textures. Smoker boxes add depth to your meats and vegetables, while pizza stones allow you to craft mouthwatering pizzas on your grill. Whether you’re grilling seafood in Darwin or cooking steaks in Sydney, the right accessories make grilling easier and more fun.

Conclusion: Make Every BBQ Experience Unforgettable

Whether you're grilling in Sydney’s bustling atmosphere or Darwin’s tropical outdoors, the right BBQ tools and accessories are essential for an unforgettable outdoor cooking experience. From gas grills to charcoal setups, there’s a BBQ option for every style of cook. By choosing the perfect BBQ and pairing it with the right accessories, you’re guaranteed to elevate your grilling sessions and create lasting memories.

For BBQ enthusiasts in Sydney and Darwin, thebbqstore.com.au is the ultimate destination for top-notch BBQ equipment. With a wide range of products designed to suit every backyard, you’ll find everything you need to make your next BBQ a success. Get ready to grill up some delicious food and enjoy the outdoors with the best BBQ tools available.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 25a

*Warning Adult Content*

One Taste - Part 1

- Knox -

While the clubhouse buzzes with activity, Knox is crouched beside his motorcycle meticulously cleaning each component with precision and care.

It's a cathartic process that offers him respite from his dark thoughts.

He works his way from the handlebars, with their worn grips that have served him well on countless rides, down to the chrome exhaust pipes.

When he examines the brake calipers, he makes a mental note to get online tonight to look for an upgrade, perhaps something with more stopping power.

He's been meaning to make a few improvements to his ride but time hasn't been on his side as of late.

Too many fires to put out.

Too many Jackals to track down and kill.

With a heavy sigh, Knox reaches for a new rag and some cleaning solution to work on the gas tank.

The sun reflects off the glossy surface within seconds, a gentle reminder that he only has a few hours left to take advantage of today's good weather.

The smell of the hamburgers and ribs sizzling on the grill drifts through the air and all around the massive backyard, merging with the pungent scents of whiskey and cigarette smoke.

Loud rock music blasts from the speakers that have been set up but even that isn't enough to drown out Alvin.

Knox looks up when another round of laughter erupts from the group of men seated at the largest wooden picnic table.

Alvin is standing on his seat, his hands flailing animatedly as he tells yet another outlandish story, this time, it involves him getting chased naked down a street by the gun-toting husband of a woman he was caught fucking.

Instead of it being a member of a rival gang, most of Alvin's brushes with death were a result of him messing around with women that he should've left alone.

Knox can't help but chuckle at his brother, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

He gets back to work and wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a grease stain on his tanned skin before tightening a bolt he noticed was loose.

It isn't long before his eyes wander over to Everett, who is doing his best to annoy Finn by critiquing his grilling skills.

The tension between the two men is still there, Knox can feel it from almost fifty feet away but at least now whenever they look at each other, Everett's eyes hold less of a murderous glare.

Unlike Josie, Knox has acknowledged the possibility that Finn and Everett may never become friends.

Considering the painful history that lies between them, Finn being responsible for Shaun's death which later put a target on Everett's back, Knox has no reason to try to push them together.

He's more than content seeing them play nice in front of his brothers and the other guests.

"Of course I'd find you over here by this damn shed scrubbing away on that bike."

Gavin appears with a blunt in one hand and a cold beer in the other.

He offers the beer to Knox.

"You always gotta be doing something, don't you? Can't ever just stop and smell the grass like the rest of us."

"It's stop and smell the roses, you jackass," Knox laughs.

He stands and accepts the drink, twisting off the cap with ease before taking a long swig.

The amber liquid soothes his dry throat and he welcomes the slight burn that it leaves behind, a hint of warmth spreading throughout his chest.

It's been a while since The Fallen Angels had a gathering like this, one that didn't involve them sitting around a table in a dark room as they plotted ways to eliminate their enemies.

Gavin felt it was necessary to have a cookout this evening, which many viewed as a welcome distraction from the mounting tension that continues to grow between The Fallen Angels and The Jackals.

Just a few hours of simple, harmless fun with good food, good music and good company.

Absolutely nothing that involves hunting down and killing anyone.

No reckless shootouts.

No playing the torturer and getting someone to break.

No wondering if the next breath he takes will be his last.

Knox isn't complaining about the cookout because he's long overdue for a fucking break.

"I'm surprised Josie hasn't balled you out for that," Knox says, referencing the joint Gavin is puffing on. "Bold of you to test her patience while pregnant."

"I know but she's supposed to be cutting me some slack since we're having such a chill day."

Gavin chuckles, then produces a nasty cough as smoke billows from his mouth.

"Speaking of which, you ought to be doing the same thing. That damn bike ain't going anywhere, so why are you here instead of being over there spending this time with the kid?"

Knox remains silent as his gaze drifts back to Everett and Finn.

"How're things going between you two, anyway?" Gavin asks. "You did claim him, after all. That means something, whether you want to admit it or not."

When Everett turns and catches Knox staring, he winks at him, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his tempting mouth.

Heat rushes to Knox's face and he breaks eye contact.

"We're good," Knox says, clearing his throat. "For now, at least."

"Good is better than nothing, I suppose." Gavin coughs again and they share another laugh about it as he examines the joint in his hand. "Either I'm getting old and dusty or these plants are getting stronger. I feel like a fucking teenager taking his first hit. What the hell is going on here?"

"Old and dusty sounds about right," Knox teases before changing the subject. "You get an update from Mason yet? Been a few days since the motel shit went down and he still has the owners phone. Why haven't you called for a meeting...?"

"Nope. We ain't doing that right now. Let's talk business tomorrow."

Gavin claps a hand on Knox's shoulder, pulling him in close before walking back into the heart of the party.

"We're chilling the fuck out today and that's an official order. So why don't you grab something to eat, find your boy, sit your ass down and try to enjoy yourself. It's okay to play pretend sometimes, Knox."

Knox scoffs, taking another swig of his beer.

"Play pretend like we're not one fuck up away from losing everything? Okay, sure. Let's stay delusional and get fucked while we're at it."

Gavin barks out a laugh.

"Fuck you and your shitty sarcasm, motherfucker. Just for that, I ain't telling you about how Hayes tried to make a move on the kid earlier. Oh, shit... Hold on. I just told you, didn't I? Fuck, I think I'm too high..."

"Gavin Josiah Barnes," Josie shouts from across the yard. "I swear to God if you have another joint in your hand, I'm going to kick your pale ass. You know I told you to slow down."

Gavin curses under his breath and passes the blunt to one of the men sitting at the table before sluggishly making his way over to his wife, a lazy grin stretched across his face as he yells back an apology.

Knox slams his drink down on the table and storms off in search of Everett, who is no longer standing by Finn at the grill.

Josie couldn't have been in charge of inviting people over today because if she had been, Hayes Mitchell wouldn't be here right now.

He works as a washer at The Angel's Lounge, The Fallen Angel's strip club and cleans some of the dirty money that comes in.

The kind of money that's unrelated to the bills patrons toss at the dancers who flex their skills on stage.

Not only is Hayes one of the best at what he does but he's also the biggest fucking flirt Knox has ever encountered.

The brazen fool had nearly lost his life trying to make a pass on Josie before Gavin had claimed her as his Old' lady.

Hayes' horniness knows no bounds and gender never mattered to him.

Knox is certain Hayes would fuck a brick wall if it spoke to him nicely and had a hole for his dick to go into.

"Hey. You seen Everett around?"

Knox finds Mason sitting underneath a tree with a woman on his lap and his iPad in one hand, their eyes glued to the screen.

"He was with Finn earlier by the grill, then I blinked and he fucking disappeared."

"Check the house," Mason mutters, not even bothering to make eye contact. "I think he got wet and then left to change clothes or something."

Knox's posture stiffens and his brain stutters to a halt at the word wet.

When he speaks again, his voice comes out low and rough.

"He got wet? The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Mason finally looks up to read the room when Knox kicks at his feet to get his attention.

He swallows hard and sits up straight, Knox's icy stare making him fumble over his words.

"He was standing by the, uh... the cooler getting a drink or something and then... I think I saw him talking to Hayes or maybe it was somebody else, when the football went flying in his direction and knocked his drink..."

"I heard enough. Thanks."

Knox turns on his heel and stalks toward the backdoor of the clubhouse, both hands clenched into tight fists.

His mind races with unsettling thoughts as he shoves his way through the rowdy crowd.

Of course Hayes used this opportunity to get closer to Everett, one of the few people at the cookout who Hayes hasn't shared a bed with.

Just the thought of Hayes and Everett being together right now and all alone at that, fuels a surge of possessive anger within Knox that makes him see red.

Knox isn't worried about Everett entertaining Hayes because he knows where Everett's loyalty lies.

It's Hayes who's the fucking problem.

Him and his laid-back attitude and those stupid green eyes that he works as part of his gentleman act.

Thank God Hayes' appearance leans more toward 'I Work in Corporate America than Look at Me Wrong and I'll Shoot You' because then Knox might actually have some competition to worry about, given that Everett apparently has a thing for bikers or rather, Hayes could also be considered...

'Competition to kill.'

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 764: Liz Phair Girly Sound to Guyville

I was 15-years-old when Exile in Guyville came out. At that age, I was in a phase where I was fixated on loud, angry punk music and didn’t have much of an appreciation for contemporary singer-songwriters. Furthermore, my knowledge of indie rock was limited to the late ‘80s SST roster. So while I was aware of Liz Phair and her debut album, it didn’t seem pertinent to my interests. And somehow, I managed to go nearly 27 years without ever hearing a note of it. 

And then in the spring of 2020, a younger friend of mine posted something about it online and I found myself thinking “shit, if the younger generation is latching onto it, then I gotta get caught up.” So I pulled up Exile in Guyville on my phone while I was puttering around in my backyard and sure enough... I fell for its charms almost instantly. I think I’d always assumed it was more of a conventional pop record... a solo artist backed by hired gun studio musicians. The cover looked like a cross between a fashion ad and Madonna’s “Justify My Love” video. I knew it was a very “sexual” record, which only reinforced my assumption that it was targeted towards a mainstream audience.

But what I heard in 2020 was a scrappy young musician singing these unadulterated, unflinching, and resilient songs about being a woman in a male-dominated scene. Yes, it was an unapologetically sexual album. And yes, Phair had an eye for visual art, understood the allure of fashion photography, and shaped the aesthetics of her debut album to tap into that enticement. But this wasn’t Madonna. As one critic noted, Liz Phair had the appeal of a friend’s cool older sister---the one that smoked cigarettes, dated older guys, went to shows with a fake ID, played guitar, and let you rifle through her record collection.

The lore surrounding the album is too much to tackle here, but certainly a part of its appeal---the modeling of the track listing off of Exile on Main Street, the signing to Matador off the strength of her bedroom four-track Girly-Sounds tapes, the connections to the thriving early ‘90s Chicago scene, etc. The thing is, it’s a fantastic record even without that context. Songs like “Help Me Mary” and “Never Said” are just bangin’ ‘90s alt-rock pop anthems, even as they tackle the more localized issue of shit-talking and misogyny in the Chicago music community. Phair was obviously an untrained singer and musician, her vocal style being very matter-of-fact and the mechanics of her guitar playing being fairly simple. But when you hear a song like “Soap Star Joe” or “Explain It to Me,” those qualities elevate the power of the music. Like so many great folk songs, the simplicity of song structure and the relatability of the singer give the music its emotional weight. 

Ultimately, there has been no shortage of great writing on Exile in Guyville, and whatever I type out here will in no way match... say... what Gina Arnold accomplished with her entry in the 33 1/3 book series. But even if it’s a fun album to run through the lens of critical analysis or to examine as a reflection of a specific time and place, to me it will always be a great album that I immediately fell in love with in my backyard on an unseasonably warm spring day during an otherwise bleak time. 

It became my soundtrack to the happier moments of the lockdown era of COVID. I listened to it while I basked in the sun in my backyard. I listened to it while I grilled on my barbecue. I listened to it over and over again on two long road trips out to my grandparent’s cabin in western Colorado. It’s an album that feels like a beam of positivity projected out of the darkness, and it consequently felt like a perfect salve during those uncertain days of Spring 2020. It was an intimate, diaristic window into another person’s life at a time when we were cut off from other humans. It’s brash, fun, catchy, brutally honest, and timeless, and as the Northwest has gotten its first few sun breaks suggesting the upcoming arrival of Spring, it’s an album I’ve found creeping back into rotation in anticipation of warmer days.

[otomethesims]

Rules:

Pick a sim of your choice

Tell us about them

Tag someone else (if you want to!)

@milaplayssims tagged me so thank you! I decided to go with Reagan since I wrote 5 facts about his husband the other day.

Info below the cut.

Name: Reagan Dixon-Cooper

How old is your sim: In the photos he’s a middle-aged adult but in my game he’s approaching his elder years.

When is your sim’s birthday: May 14th

What is your sim’s zodiac sign: Taurus

Martial Status: Happily Married

Does your sim have any nicknames: Rea, The Gentle Giant, Sweet Daddy Rea (A barbequing reference. Not sexual, I swear)

Do they have a job: Freelance Fashion Photographer, Co-Owner of Diamond Magazine

Where does your sim live: San Myshuno

Who does your sim live with: Husband, Nemo, and his teenage daughter, Milena. His eldest daughter, Daria, lives there too but is moving out now that she’s graduated from university. Also Daria’s cat, Aquarius.

What environment did your sims grow up in (strict, loving, cold etc): Rea had a rough childhood to start but was adopted into a loving family. He raised his children with that same love and affection. 

What are your sim’s favorite food: A good barbeque or gummy bear pancakes.

What is your sim’s favorite drink: His favorite drink is also wine

If they have one what is your sim’s favorite color: Dark Blue

Is your sim introverted or extroverted: He’s an extrovert 

What is your sims favorite woohoo position: Whatever Nemo’s favorite position is at the moment but is surprisingly a Dom behind closed doors.

Is your sim a pet person: He pretends he’s not because he knows he has to be the voice of reason otherwise their apartment would be full of animals. Secretly, Aquarius is his cat.

Does your sim have a best friend: Not so much as a best friend but his brother that he’s closest to is also gay and they have regular double dates with him and his husband. It’s cute lol

What is/was your sim’s favorite school subject: Science

Are they planning to go or have they already been to college: He studied Fine Arts at Foxbury Institute 

What are your sims political beliefs: He has very liberal views and is an active activist in his community.

Does your sim have a favorite TV show: Loves cooking shows/competitions 

Does your sim like books? His favorites are the big, artistic photography books.

What is your sim’s personal style: Clothes that look like basic wardrobe staples but are really good quality so they’re actually $400 online.

Is your sim religious: It comes and goes.

What kind of music does your sim listen to: Loves Jazz but finds himself listening to the Backyard station when he’s out grilling.

What is your sim’s favorite type of weather: He loves the winter and Winterfest. He loves to dress up as Father Winter. Literally the cutest.

Does your sim have a dream job: Fashion Photography is his dream job.

Does your sim have any siblings: An older sister and brother and a younger sister.

What is your sims favorite hobby: Hiking, photography, gardening, and grilling

What does your sim look for in a romantic partner: Someone who balances him out and keeps him grounded.

What is a flaw your sim has: He’s so relaxed about most things that he sometimes gets treated like a pushover or a doormat. He’s actually pretty scary when he’s finally pushed too far and he doesn’t show any signs that he’s about to go off.

Does your sim have a greatest achievement, if so what is it: Several awards for his freelance fashion photography and #15 on Smogue’s Hottest 30 under 30 list (It was awhile ago but he still brings it up) Oh, and his children, of course!

If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret: When he first started dating Nemo he was only separated from his wife at the time. He and his ex had decided it wasn’t working but never made it official. Maybe some part of them believed they would one day find their way back to each other. They’d been separated for a long time and once he was serious about Nemo he officially divorced her. She was devastated and it killed him that he hurt her in that way. He loved her but wanted more than what she was ready to give. 

Tagging: @whyhellosims @katmk36 @pencakes (please don’t feel obligated!) and whoever else feels like doing it!

[justjessame]

Starting Over Chapter 34

Bucky looked around the backyard with the discerning eye that MEN have.  My dad had it.  I’m sure Joey has it.  They seem to take stock of everything from the grass to the paving stones.  Then they start making internal lists - where they could put the grill, where the picnic table goes, how they could set up the horseshoe pit and so on.  It was comforting to watch him to it, to be honest.

“You have someone who mows?” I thought about how Connie and I had a very similar conversation not so long ago. I nodded and told him about Dimitri.  “Do you own a mower?”  

“Yes, Bucky, there’s a mower in the shed, but I don’t LIKE to mow.” I was unlocking the shed and shaking my head - thinking that he was more like my dad than I thought.  His heat met my back before I could open the door.  “Do you like to mow?”

“It can be soothing,” his breath was on my earlobe and I was thinking that I was damn thankful that Mom and Dad had both a privacy fence alongside the bushes to keep nosy neighbors out of sight and out of mind.  “What did you want to show me?”  Shit he’d done it again, he short circuited my damn brain.  

“A few things,” opening the door, I flicked on the overhead.  

Dad didn’t have a man cave, instead the shed had been his hideaway.  While the car had taken most of the garage part, he’d managed to keep part of it for himself still, though I didn’t see any new projects.  And the darkroom was off to itself, not large enough to matter, really.  

“Is that -” of course Bucky’s attention focused on the car.  Whose wouldn’t?  “Brooke?”  He hadn’t moved from me, while his eyes might be laser focused on the mechanical wonder, I took heart in knowing he STILL felt I was more worthy of his bodily attention.  

“Connie -” I sighed and shook my head.  “My dad was planning on surprising me with it, for my birthday.  It was -” I shook my head again.  “I missed it.”  

“Oh,” his lips brushed my temple.  “Have you taken her out?”  Cars and boats, wasn’t that the saying? Cars and boats are like women for men?  Always “her” and “she”.  I nodded.  

“You can drive HER tonight,” he chuckled.  “I’m still getting used to her.”  

“That’s ONE,” his arms tightened and I knew he thought I had some friskier purpose for him and the shed, and while I wouldn’t be opposed, that wasn’t really what I’d meant.  

“When we were hanging out with Sam and Sarah,” he went as still and silent as only Bucky could.  “I noticed that you seemed to like the work - the wood working?”  

“I’d never really done it before,” he offered.  “It was different, relaxing.”  

Turning to face him, tilting my head back I smiled.  “My dad used this shed as his self care spot.”  Bucky studied me as I spoke, listening and waiting.  “He loved to do woodworking, real woodworking.  When we go back inside, so you can unpack?  I’ll show you the vanity that he made my mom.”  He nodded.  “He made my rocking horse.  He made my cradle.”  

“I don’t know -” I took his hand and pulled him to the smaller area Dad had created for himself.  “I don’t know where to start -”

“Neither did he,” I told him about my dad, Andrew Ashley the warehouse supervisor who self taught himself after taking a few shop classes in school and getting a taste.  “He picked up books and videos where he could, watched stuff online, you know, what people do when they find a hobby.”  

I watched Bucky’s eyes land on Dad’s tools.  All those special, magical things that could bring beauty out of a block of wood.  And then his fingers followed the path his eyes had taken.  “Are you sure?”  He looked so uncertain.  

“I’m sure,” I smiled up at him.  “And he even made a dark room for me, right over there.” I pointed to the door close by.  “Even in self care, we’ll be close.”

Bucky’s smile grew.  “Guess that kind of settles it then,” his free arm snaked out to pull me close.  “If my girl is nearby, then how could I avoid it?” 

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

Falling in Love in a Quarantine: Part 13

OP | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 9.5 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

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PART 13: Day 28

Clarke paced from table to table as she rearranged the floral arrangements, cutlery setup, and chairs over and over again.

“Clarke.”

Baby’s breath was added, then removed. Then added. Then removed. Over and over and over again. The centerpieces were clad with Lexa’s favorite flowers. Sprigs of baby’s breath and eucalyptus surrounded the calla lilies on each table. The arrangements sat nicely inside the tall glass vases she had rushed ordered online.

“Clarke.”

It was a small backyard barbecue, and much to Lexa’s dismay, Clarke had gone ahead and ordered charger plates for the table settings. Charger plates. For a backyard barbecue. Lexa was less than thrilled.

“Clarke.”

Lexa’s request of plastic cutlery was laughed at, and the table was clad with Clarke’s flatware from inside. The plastic tables—Lexa was sure that they were the same their crew used during college breaks at the Griffin’s for beer pong tournaments—were diligently covered with linens and table runners.

“Clarke.”

The blonde stepped away from the three tables. Like she had promised earlier in the week, they were equidistantly apart and all faced inwards so that the people sitting at them would all be able to see one another.

“CLARKE.”

“Hmm,” the blonde snapped out of her hostess duties. “Did you say something, Lex?”

Lexa’s hands were woven into her hair as she scratched at the wild mane and shook her head, “What is all of this?” Her eyes scanned the space and all the fixings that were now coming along with it.

“It’s not done yet,” Clarke saw the worry on Lexa’s face. “I’ve got a little more to do. It’ll look great, I promise.”

“Clarke.”

“I’m just trying to figure out where I should string the banners from,” she let out as she took a step back and let her eyes scan the side of the house. “What do you think about above the sliding door?”

“Clarke, please stop.”

“What don’t you like?” Clarke started to worry at the look on Lexa’s face. She had planned Lexa’s birthday on multiple occasions over the years, even during the time Lexa was dating Costia. This one had to be special. This one had to be the most special of them all. She wanted it to be as perfect as a quarantine birthday could be. “I can run to Target and see if I can swap something out if there are things you’d like better. Just tell me.”

Lexa sighed. She knew that Clarke was just trying to make this birthday feel a little more normal than it should have been. She immediately dropped her shoulders as she exhaled again, taking a step closer to Clarke and bringing her hands to cup the blonde’s face, “Clarke.”

“Lexa,” she exhaled at the touch. The worry was still present in her blue eyes.

“You didn’t have to go through all of this trouble, Clarke,” Lexa offered her a half smile. “Everything’s beautiful,” she let her eyes wander over the tables and decorations, “but this is all too much. Especially because I’m just grilling burgers and wings.”

“I wanted it to be special,” Clarke mumbled. Her face was still sandwiched between Lexa’s hands.

Lexa leaned in and ghosted a quick kiss on Clarke’s lips before she finally dropped her hands to the blonde’s sides. Her arms extended behind her, and her palms found their way to Clarke’s backside where they laid rest, “This is already the most special birthday I’ve ever had, Clarke. Though I appreciate all of this, I didn’t need you to pull out all the bells and whistles.”

“It’s your first birthday I get to plan as your girlfriend,” Clarke smiled at the touch on her behind. “Maybe I got a little carried away. But can you blame me?”

“A little carried away?” Lexa questioned with a raised brow. “There are charger plates set on our college beer pong tables, Clarke.”

“They’re also my grandma’s old bingo tables,” Clarke added. “And fine,” she started to admit. “Yes, I got a little carried away. But I was excited, so we’re going to go with the decorations and you’re going to pretend to like them.”

“I more than like them,” Lexa offered with a smile. “Next time you do something, try not to go so overboard. Okay?”

“Says the one who dropped nearly $3,000 on furnishing my backyard.”

Lexa rolled her eyes, “I did it for my people, Clarke.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Woods,” Clarke kissed her cheek. “Maybe you’ll start believing it.”

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“Hooooly shit,” a man’s voice boomed from the back gate. “This is quite the setup. Happy birthday, Lex. Wish I could give you a hug.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” Lexa smiled in his direction. “Even from six feet away.” She looked between Clarke, who was standing at her side, back to Lincoln and Octavia who were slowly approaching. “Doctor’s orders and all.”

“Thank you guys for coming,” Clarke beamed. “You can sit at whichever table you guys want, we’re just keeping it casual tonight.”

“Happy birthday, Lexa,” Octavia smiled with a wave as she followed Lincoln to one of the tables. “Casual, huh?” She glanced over the table setting, “Looks super casual to me.”

Lexa rolled her eyes, “Clarke got a little too excited with the decorations.”

“Looks like it,” Octavia laughed. “Clarke,” she turned her attention to the blonde. “I have the cake. Where do you want me to put it?”

“Throw it on the patio table and I’ll take it inside in a bit,” Clarke smiled. “Thank you for picking it up, O.”

“No worries. Least we could do,” Octavia smiled.

“Lex,” Lincoln sauntered towards the grill. “Holy shit, this thing is niiiice.”

“Right?” Lexa crossed her arms proudly. “It was rated one of the best grills to buy this summer. We’ve only used it a few times but it’s been fucking perfect so far. Right, Clarke?”

“Sure,” Clarke rolled her eyes. She turned back to Octavia, “She fucking won’t stop about that stupid thing.”

“That ‘stupid thing’ is what’s been feeding you dinner every night this week,” Lexa raised a brow.

Clarke shook her head as she sighed, “Lex. You’re the stupid thing that’s been feeding me dinner every night this week. You’ve just been using that stupid thing to cook it.”

“Looks like you guys have been having a productive quarantine,” Octavia observed. “When are Rae and Anya getting here?”

“Right now,” a voice called from the gate. “Sup, bitches? Happy birthday, Lexa!”

Lexa shook her head at the loud entrance, “Thanks, Raven.” She craned her neck to see Anya towing behind her girlfriend, “Hey, Ahn.”

“Hey yourself, birthday girl,” Anya nodded. “We come bearing gifts,” she started to round the corner with a case of beer carried over her head. “Birthday tradition, kiddo. You’ve gotta shotgun one–”

Anya took one look at the setup and immediately started laughing. Her train of thought was suddenly derailed, “Clarke, it looks like the fucking Crate and Barrel catalogue threw up in your backyard. I thought we were having burgers and wings today. It looks like you’re hosting a fucking bridal shower.”

Clarke rolled her eyes and mouthed a hello to Raven.

“I think she made it look lovely,” Lexa offered a smile in Clarke’s direction. She looked back to Anya, “We are having burgers and wings though, don’t let the fancy setup deceive you. And I will not be shotgunning a beer, thank you very much.”

Anya started emptying the case of beer in the cooler next to the grill, “Wow this thing looks top of the line.”

“I just Googled it,” Lincoln held up his phone. “Damn, Lex. Dropping over a thousand bucks to fancy up Griff’s backyard? I need a best best friend like you.”

Lexa rolled her eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time day, “It’s for all of us.”

“But it’s living in Clarke’s backyard,” Raven smirked. “Convenient for Clarke.”

“Convenient for me, because I’m squatting here for the foreseeable future,” Lexa corrected. “And once this is all over, you all know most of our time is going to be spent here anyway. She’s the only one with a big enough outdoor space for it.”

“Way to make a gal feel special, Lex,” Clarke nudged her shoulder against the brunette’s. “I throw you a birthday party and you basically tell all our friends you’re using me for my backyard space.”

“Hey,” Lexa shrugged as a smirk tugged her lips upward. “It’s a good space. Can you blame me?”

Clarke wrinkled her nose and shook her head, “You’re annoying.” She looked at her phone and realized it was probably a good time to start getting the food read, “Why don’t you make yourself useful and fire the grill up? I can bring some of the food out now.”

“You’re making her cook her own birthday lunch?” Raven laughed. “Damn, Griff.”

Clarke shrugged, “She wanted to do it. Who was I from stopping the birthday girl?”

“Speaking of the birthday girl,” Raven lowered her voice so only Clarke could hear her. She wiggled her brows, “Did you get the birthday girl a special birthday gift?”

Clarke rolled her eyes and matched Raven’s hushed voice, “You better cut it out, Rae.”

“Cut what out?” Anya butted in as she stepped closer towards her girlfriend. “What’d I miss?”

Raven let out a chuckle, “Oh, nothing. I was just trying to figure out what Clarke gave Lexa for her birthday. See if it was anything special.”

“Lex!” Anya called out towards the grill. Lexa had just turned the propane tank on and started to heat the machine up. “What’d Griff get ya for your birthday? Anything good you’d like to share with us?”

Lexa raised a brow, “She’s giving me my gift tonight. Why?”

“Tonight?” Raven smirked in Clarke’s direction.

“You’re literally being a weird perv for no reason, Rae,” Clarke huffed. “I literally got her clothes. Clothes and a book.”

Raven twisted her face in disgust, “That’s so boring, Griff. Clothes and a book? Seriously?”

“I mean,” Anya butted in again and shrugged. “Sounds right up Lex’s alley.”

Clarke rolled her eyes at Raven and walked towards Lexa. As much as she wanted to snake her arms around her waist, she restrained. “Need any help over here?”

Lexa smiled at the voice, “I was just going to head inside to grab a few things. Could use a helping hand if you wanted to accompany me.”

“Lead the way,” Clarke extended her arm.

Inside, in the confines of Clarke’s kitchen, and hidden in view from their friends, Lexa grabbed Clarke by the waist and pulled her in for a quick, searing kiss. “Been wanting to do that for a bit,” she mumbled against Clarke’s lips.

“Me too,” Clarke sighed. “I know this is your birthday party, but I’m ready for them to eat and leave so I can give you your gift.”

“And what would that be?” Lexa raised a suggestive brow.

“You’ll find out tonight,” Clarke shrugged.

“Can’t wait,” Lexa gave her another quick kiss before heading back towards the backyard with the food in tow. “Hey,” she turned around. “What were Raven and Ahn ganging up on you about?”

Clarke rolled her eyes, “Rae was trying to see what I got you for your birthday.”

“Did you tell her?” Lexa’s eyes were filled with mischief.

“Sorta,” Clarke laughed. “I gave her a version that’s more or less what you’ll be unwrapping later.”

---

Lexa was actually thankful for the tablecloths. The very unnecessary coverings were unneeded for a casual backyard affair between six friends, but most definitely were needed to shield the four unsuspecting people from watching Lexa’s fingers drawing circles on the top of Clarke’s thigh. The blonde had a content look on her face, and no one knew it was attributed to the light touches from the brunette sitting next to her.

“Is Raven staring at us?” Lexa whispered the question so only Clarke could hear. Lincoln, Anya and Octavia seemed to be in conversation about something, and Raven was chiming in here and there, but her eyes kept wandering back to the two silent hosts. “Why’s she being weird?”

“Maybe she can see you feeling me up,” Clarke offered, to which Lexa immediately retracted her hand. “Oh calm down, I was kidding.”

“Do you think she knows?” Lexa whispered again.

Clarke turned to her girlfriend, “I mean, would it be the worst thing if she did?”

“You’re the one that wanted to wait,” Lexa reminded her. What Lexa didn’t realize was that her voice raised at the surprise of Clarke’s question.

“Wait for what?” Lincoln turned around. He was sitting closest to Lexa’s side.

Lexa looked at Clarke to answer. The normally calm and collected Lexa Woods had finally found herself to be flustered and not wanting the responsibility of answering the question.

Clarke rolled her eyes at the suddenly tense person seated next to her.

“For cake.”

“We’re sleeping together.”

They both spat out at the same time.

“SERIOUSLY?” all five yelled towards Lexa’s direction as she turned as bright as the sliced tomato sitting on top of her burger.

“Sleeping together?” Clarke’s voice was still raised and her brow suggested Lexa correct her statement.

“Dating,” Lexa muttered. “Clarke and I are dating.”

“Holy shit,” Lincoln laughed.

“It’s about time,” Octavia gasped.

“We fucking knew it,” Raven and Anya said together, as if on cue.

“We were going to wait,” Clarke rolled her eyes and seared a look into Lexa’s. She brought a hand to the side of her own face and sighed, “But guess this was a good time to let the cat out of the bag.”

“So,” Octavia looked around at the group of friends. “This whole time? Or like…”

“It’s literally been a week,” Clarke shook her head. “We wanted to see how things played out before we told anyone. But I guess that’s gone out the window,” she shot Lexa another look.

“It’s my birthday,” Lexa nervously laughed. “You can’t be mad at me on my birthday.”

“Look, she’s already groveling,” Anya pointed out as she leaned towards Raven.

“I’m not groveling,” Lexa huffed. She looked back to Clarke and cracked a nervous half smile. “At least I get to do this now,” she placed a kiss at the corner of the blonde’s mouth. “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”

Clarke took a breath, “It’s fine, they were bound to find out anyway.”

“I think this calls for a celebration,” Lincoln spoke up as he held a bottle of beer. “Happy Birthday, Lex. And congrats to you two for finally realizing you should be getting your freak on together.”

[elisela]

take my whole life, too buck x eddie, 1.4k, vermont verse for @extasiswings and @tylerhunklin because that cellist fic inspired me and chapel said !!!!!!!!!!! so here’s eddie learning to play the guitar because i only know how to play the ukulele and eddie would never choose that so close enough.

Eddie’s not sure why he does it.

Well, that’s not true—they’re in Bobby’s backyard on a warm July night, the kids running around with sparklers, popping little plastic champagne bottles full of confetti over people’s heads when they’re not looking. Eddie’s standing near the grill with Michael and Bobby (he may not be able to cook but he’s from Texas, okay, he knows how to barbecue), recounting some of his funnier stories about being in the military (he can joke about it now, doesn’t feel like choking whenever he mentions it) when Buck’s bright laughter draws his gaze.

“So he starts singing this song and I swear I was so close to losing it,” Maddie says, “I had to pretend to be sick so I could run to the bathroom and laugh.”

He’s not sure what they’re talking about, but they look happy, relaxed, and then Buck says—

“I always wished someone would serenade me.”

And somehow, Eddie’s at a music store the next day in Burlington, buying a guitar.

--

Eddie’s never liked being an amateur. It’s not that he dislikes learning, or thinks he should be great at everything right away, but he feels too deeply the judging looks that people will give (whether they’re in his imagination or not is another story), so his original plan had been: buy a guitar online, hide it, practice like crazy until he could get a simple song out, sing to Buck.

He falls into a Buck-esque research spiral after they leave Bobby’s house that night, googling guitars on his phone and watching “learn to play” youtube videos until 3am, when Buck rolls over in his sleep and slides his hands over Eddie’s stomach and down lower, until Eddie drops his phone on the floor accidentally and then somehow it’s 4am and Buck is breathing hard against him and they both need a shower.

Regardless, he’d learned a few things: don’t buy a guitar online, and it’s really easy to play C and F major.

It comes in handy at the store; luckily, he’s not the only one there so he waves off the bored-looking clerk and looks over the wall of guitars, drawn to the two-tone ones; he reads the signs and tries to look like he knows what he’s doing but in the end he picks up one that proclaims it has a Sitka spruce top and mahogany back, strums the two chords he’d learned from trying to memorize a chord chart in the middle of the night, and buys it without looking at the price tag.

… he probably should have looked at the price tag.

--

Given Eddie’s abundance of free time, it’s pretty easy to hide what he’s doing, which is good, because he is objectively terrible at playing the guitar. His fingers feel clumsy; he’d never played an instrument before, favored extra history classes in high school over band, and he had thought that the easy rhythm he can find while dancing would transfer over, but strum patterns and counts get tangled up somewhere between his brain and his fingers and he ends up off-beat and confused halfway through a song. He tries doing things properly, working through a beginner’s book he bought online and hides in the bottom drawer of his desk, but just picking simple melodies and occasional chords frustrates him and he ends up shoving the guitar in the attic for two weeks before he gives in and does what he’d wanted to do all along—follow along with YouTube videos.

He spends three days looking up songs that only use a few basic chords and finally settles on a simplified version of Can’t Help Falling in Love With You, because Buck loves sappy and Eddie loves Buck, and no one needs to know how when he sings it, he thinks about the first time he saw Buck standing on the porch, crouching down to talk to Christopher, bright smile and laugh lighting up Eddie’s life.

For a simple song it takes him a frustratingly long time to learn it, but finally, he’s ready for the last part of the plan: sing it to Buck.

Oh, shit.

He has to sing it.

--

In middle school, Eddie’s choir teacher called them over to the corner of the room one at a time and had them sing a few lines so she could determine their voice classifications. Her face had been neutral while listening to him, but a few weeks later while they were singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight, she’d pulled Eddie and Robbie Martin to the side and said, “you know boys, no one will notice if you just mouth the words.”

Eddie mouthed the words.

--

So, Eddie makes a new plan. He needed one anyway, because it’s not like he could just pull Buck into the office after work and sing to him, no. Buck wants to be serenaded, and that demands certain things.

Like getting his son out of the house, for one. No offense to Christoper, but he doesn’t need his extremely sarcastic eleven year old around while he’s trying to be romantic.

That’s easy enough, though, given that Denny is at his house daily after school—a single text message to Karen and he’s got the house to himself Saturday night and most of the day Sunday.

He sucks it up and calls Sophia for advice on how to do the rest, hangs up on her after two minutes of her laughing and calls Adriana instead. He always knew she was his favorite sister (okay she wasn’t, but she certainly is now), because she squeals excitedly and he has to ask her to slow the rapid flow of words so he can actually understand her.

By the time Saturday morning rolls around, he’s ready. He spreads a picnic blanket out in the far corner of their yard, under the sugar maple trees and near the fire-pit Buck had dug out the summer before they got married, packs a picnic basket with snacks, and sends Chris over to Hen’s just after lunch. He spends the rest of the day with Buck; they drive a well-known route through the changing trees, holding hands and trading kisses across the center console whenever Eddie stops at a red light. He takes him out to his favorite farm-to-table restaurant in Waterbury, then brings him home and takes out his secret weapon: bourbon sours.

--

Buck is a happy but sloppy drunk, but Eddie’s learned over the years that there’s a point in Buck’s drinking that is optimal for him: happy and affectionate, his hands roaming all over Eddie’s body and his mouth spilling words of adoration.

That’s the place Eddie’s trying to find tonight.

It takes a few hours, time he spends making out with his husband while wrapped up in his arms, sprawled out across the blanket with their legs tangled together. Finally, after Buck spends at least five minutes talking about the perfect softness of Eddie’s bottom lip (five minutes because he’s kept interrupting himself to kiss Eddie), he excuses himself under the guise of getting water, grabs his guitar, and heads back outside.

Buck’s sitting up, leaning back to look at the stars—the view isn’t as good as it was in El Paso when he’d drive out of town and into the desert, but it’s decent enough, and it means Buck doesn’t see him coming until he sits down next to him. He’s not sure what to say so he doesn’t, just strums a few chords and when he knows he has Buck’s attention, he starts to sing.

His voice shakes, and he transitions to the wrong chord at one point and has to hope Buck doesn’t notice, but he gets through it. He stares down the whole time, both because he’s not great at finding his fingering without looking and because he’s terrified to look at Buck’s face and see a hint of judgement, or amusement, or—anything, really. So when he finished and finally looks up, he’s a little stunned to see tear tracks glinting off Buck’s cheeks in the low light of the dying fire.

“Eddie,” he whispers, “I love you so much.”

And then Buck’s moving the guitar, setting it down gently at the edge of the blanket, and pressing Eddie backwards as he straddles his hips and leans down to kiss him.

“I love you,” Buck whispers, and Eddie feels him everywhere, hands on his arms and waist, “I love you,” wet lips kissing across his jaw up to his lips, “I love you, Eddie, I love you.”

Eddie sings to him again.

[wild-aloof-rebel]

How do you think David and Patrick would deal with the pandemic actually all of Schitt's creek.

there are lots of great thoughts about that over in my #headcanon tuesdays tag, which was a collaborative effort that started with discussion of what they’d be getting up to in quarantine (we eventually moved away from that, but the early posts def focus more on that).

generally though, i think that david and patrick’s life wouldn’t be terribly different from normal though, other than obviously being more cautious about distance, etc. the store would most likely be considered an essential service, so they really have just been working like usual all along, though probably switching to some kind of curbside pick-up service rather than letting people wander the shop, at least initially. their online orders are also keeping them very busy, and they hire on a few local teens who lost their jobs at unessential businesses to give them some part-time help packing orders. they def have partnered with their vendors to provide masks and a local distillery to provide hand sanitizer. they’re well-settled in at the house, being a year and a half into their marriage before quarantine starts, so they definitely have stevie over, and maybe even the brewers down for a day trip a few times, for some socially-distanced get-togethers in their backyard. they make good use of the grill they bought themselves for their anniversary, and plan over-the-top, at-home date nights, and try their hand at learning to be better cooks, and just generally do their best--now that there’s no baseball, no going out on weekends, no dinners at the cafe, no trips to visit their families--to make the most of all this unexpected alone time they’ve been given.

stevie is in sc a lot more, with way more zoom meetings with ruth and johnny and their investors now. progress is still continuing on the rosebud expansion because the renovations aren’t really something put on hold by the pandemic, though they do put off starting anything new until things are over. on the rare occasions that any of them do still need to physically travel to a location, johnny handles the u.s. locations and stevie the canadian ones, since the border is closed.

season 2 of the sunrise bay reboot managed to wrap up right before quarantine started, so moira is doing lots of online promo for that. alexis also gets her at-home gigs doing audiobook recording and voiceover work as the villain in a popular video game series.

alexis spends a lot of time teaching clients how to use instagram and twitter now that everyone is stuck at home all the time and thinks they need to find new ways to build their brand. it’s frustrating most days, but she loves it anyway.

roland does a great job of making sure that everyone in town stays safe and healthy, advocating to the county for resources when they need it and making sure all the residents are taking distancing and mask requirements seriously. jocelyn organizes grocery delivery for elderly and immunocompromised residents and virtual tutoring for students who need extra help with their online classes.

ray somehow starts 3 more businesses during the pandemic, and all of them are thriving.

ronnie builds more decks and patios and enclosed porch additions than she’s ever built in her life, now that everyone is spending all their time at home. she’s already planning a trip for when everything is over for her and her girlfriend to spend a week somewhere without a single backyard in sight.

jake takes his whiskey nights virtual, and everyone still has a great time.

the cafe is busier than ever, and twyla loves how it’s become even more of a central hub for the town. most people aren’t travelling over to elmdale for takeout, so the cafe is the only option in town for nights when you don’t want to cook. and once they’re allowed to have dining on the premises again, she converts the parking lot into outdoor patio seating, with string lights and potted plants and outdoor speakers playing old standards, and it becomes the hottest date night spot in the county for the simple, homey feel and twyla’s ever-present hospitality.

[mosylufanfic]

What Happened at the Party

Bwhahahahaaha. This is for the Breakup theme.

What Happened at the Party

When she saw the familiar little green car, Caitlin felt her stomach lurch. Her friend Iris, who'd driven up at the same time as her, gave her a worried glance. "You gonna be okay?"

"Fine!" Caitlin said breezily. "Fine."

"Uh  . . . huh," her friend mumbled. "Look, if you just want to stay for a little while, Barry would totally understand."

"It's been a year since Cisco and I broke up," Caitlin said. "We dated for a year. You know there's that formula where you grieve the end of a relationship for half the length of time the relationship lasted?"

"I mean, that's like a guideline, really, " Iris said.

"Okay, a guideline. By that guideline, I'm well beyond the grieving period and I'll be just fine."

"If you say so."

The door opened and Barry lit up, swooping in to kiss Iris. Caitlin, well used to their grand romantic gestures, waited patiently until they came up for air. "Hi, Barry," she said. 

"Hi," he said, eyes zeroing in on the dish she carried. "Oooohhhh. Pie?"

"Mmhm. Chocolate peanut butter."

"Nice," Barry said. "Okay! So! Fun fact. Cisco's here."

"It's okay," Caitlin said. "I saw his car."

"And he brought somebody."

Caitlin's stomach dropped.

"Wait," Iris said, holding up a hand. "This is Cisco. He's friendly. He's probably introduced you to half the people here today. Did he bring somebody or did he bring somebody?"

Barry looked baffled for a moment. "Whichever one means he has a new girlfriend?"

Caitlin felt her stomach go ice-cold.

"Oh shit," Iris said. "Babe, you didn't tell me he was dating someone new."

"He said it's only been a couple of weeks, so they're all kissy and huggy and snuggly -"

Iris hissed at him and turned to Caitlin. "Should we hate her? We can hate her."

"No," Caitlin said. "I'm sure she's very nice. Cisco's always had good taste in partners, mostly." She hesitated.

"This isn't a Lisa situation," Barry said promptly. "I checked. No Lisa vibe."

"See?" Caitlin said. "No Lisa vibe. What's she like?"

"Uh, her name is Kamilla, and she's like a photographer, I think? Oh, and she's vegan. That's all I got."

Caitlin mustered up a smile. "Great."

Barry cocked his head. "Great, like, you think she sounds awful and that's great? Or -"

"Look, I still  care about Cisco and I want him to be happy. So great means great. I'll go out there and I'll say hello, and I'll meet her, and it'll be - "

"Great?" Iris suggested.

"Fine," Caitlin said firmly.

They looked at her doubtfully.

"I can handle this, guys, I promise. It won't be like last year. Thank you for the heads-up, Barry." She lifted her pie. "Usual place?"

"Yeah, you know where it is," he said, waving her through. 

He turned to Iris. "You think this is going to be okay?"

"Hard to say," she said. "And by the way, honey, we need to work on your definition of fun fact."

--

Caitlin dropped off her pie at the dessert table and circulated through the party, smiling and greeting people she knew. She chatted with someone about their new dog, another person about their job, a third person about the weather.

The whole time, some internal radar was zeroed in on the man across the backyard. Who he was talking to. How he laughed. The bright smile on his face.

How his arm had never left its spot around the waist of the cute girl cuddled up to his side.

As far as she could tell, he didn't even know she was here.

Which was fine by her.

"Hmmm?" she said, vaguely aware that someone had asked her a question. 

"I said I'm surprised you came," Sara repeated. "After what happened last year."

"Nice," said her girlfriend. 

"What? I'm just saying. It was kind of a blowout."

Caitlin grimaced. "I know. Cisco and I had been on the rocks for a few weeks but that was - " She shook her head. "We should have saved that fight for home." She gripped her elbows and raised her chin. "But we agreed, after we broke up, that we wouldn't put Iris or Barry in the middle of things and we could be cordial to each other, which is what we're doing."

"Okayyyyy," Sara mumbled and took a drink.

It wasn't as if their breakup was the only thing that had ever happened at Barry's annual birthday bash, Caitlin thought, making her excuses and going off to say hi to someone else. She and Cisco had also met here, five years ago. The click had been immediate, almost audible. They'd made plans to hang out within minutes of meeting, had been fast friends by the end of the week.

And two years ago, they'd kissed for the first time - there, around the side of the house where it was quiet and green and smelled like roses. 

But Sara was right. Last year, it had all fallen apart. 

Sometimes Caitlin tried to track where or how their relationship had collapsed. After all, they'd been good friends for three years before they started dating. But what had been so good at the start had turned bad so gradually that before she knew it they were fighting more than they were talking and the thought of him made her stomach knot instead of bringing a smile to her face. 

Then she'd said those terrible words, under that tree right there, where she'd dragged him so they wouldn't be fighting in the middle of the party: "You know what, maybe I don't even want to be with you anymore."

And he'd said the equally terrible words: "Maybe I don't either."

Then it had been all icy silences and stiff texts letting him know that his stuff was on her porch and he could leave hers in its place. Such an awful end to something that had been the best part of her life for so long. Sometimes she thought she missed the friendship as much as she missed the romantic relationship.

The smell of the grill tempted her in its direction, and she was almost there when she realized with a lurch of horror that Cisco and his new girlfriend - what was her name? Kamilla, that was it - were already walking up. 

She thought about running in the other direction.

But this would have to happen sometime, and she was hungry, and it was best to get it over with now instead of later. Especially since later, it might be just them, and she didn't know if she could grit her teeth and act cordial without other people around them. At least it was just Barry, who was running the barbecue grill, and if she slipped up he wouldn't blame her.

"Hey, Barry," Kamilla said. "Can you put on a veggie dog for me?"

Cisco hugged her closer. "Go ahead and put one on for me too."

She turned a beaming face toward him. "Babe! You don't have to."

"Yeah, babe, but I wanna kiss you later and you don't like the taste of meat."

She giggled. "Baaaabe."

"Hey, Caitlin," Barry said rather loudly. "Your usual?"

"Yes, thank you," she said, pretending not to notice that Cisco had jerked like someone had tasered him. "Oh, Cisco, hi. I was wondering if I'd see you here today."

Barry coughed, although that could have been some smoke getting blown in his face, and tossed a turkey patty next to the two veggie dogs.

"Hey, Caitlin," Cisco said. Was it her imagination, or did he grip Kamilla's waist a little tighter? "When did you get here?"

"A little while ago," Caitlin said. She smiled at Kamilla. "Hi, I'm Caitlin."

"Kamilla," Cisco's new girlfriend said, smiling back. "So how do you know each other?"

Cisco jumped in. "She’s - ah - she's an old - we dated for about a year."

Clearly, this was new information to Kamilla, from the way the smile on her face went rigid for a split second. But Caitlin had to give her props for recovery. "Hi, Caitlin," she said. "Nice to meet you. So when was this? In high school?"

"Nope," she said. "We broke it off - what, Cisco, about a year ago now?" She was proud of herself for the breeziness in her tone. 

"Mmm, yeah, about that," he said, as if he hadn't stormed out of this exact party and she hadn't gone inside to cry in the bathroom for an hour. 

"Oh," Kamilla said, sounding only a little bit strangled. 

Had he seriously not warned her that Caitlin was going to be here? Or maybe he hadn't given it, or her, a single thought since they broke up. Caitlin considered glaring at him, but thought it might get misinterpreted.

"Well!" Kamilla said. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too! How did you meet?"

"Oh, he came into the bar where I work," Kamilla said, beaming at Cisco. "I thought he was going to spend the whole night hitting on college girls but he spent it talking to me."

"So you're a bartender?"

"Day job," Kamilla said. "I'm actually a photographer."

"You should see her work," Cisco said. "It's really artistic."

"That's so interesting! Do you sell any?"

"Just a few prints online, a little stock photography, you know. But I'm hoping to get a show someday. What do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a research scientist," Caitlin said.

"Oh," Kamilla said rather faintly. Was she bored or intimidated? Caitlin had gotten both. "Neat! Researching what?"

"My focus right now is on gene therapies that can hopefully stall or reverse the progress of multiple sclerosis."

Cisco's eyes lit. "Seriously? That's great, I know you wanted to get into that area."

Warmth spilled through her chest, and she smiled at him. He'd always been like this, even at the end. "Yes, I was really happy to get assigned to that project."

"How is your dad doing these days?"

"He's using his cane a lot more lately, but he's also on a new medication that's really helping with his fatigue." She glanced at Kamilla and explained, "My dad has MS."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kamilla said in that particular hushed, funereal way people had when they'd never had to think about chronic illness even once.

Caitlin kept her smile pasted on. "It’s okay. He's had it all my life. It's just something we've always lived with, as a family." 

She thought about asking after Cisco's parents, but at that moment, Barry chirped, "Veggie dogs up!" 

He held out two plates to Cisco and Kamilla, their dogs bunned up and ready to go. "Caitlin, it's going to be a few more minutes for yours."

"Oh, sure," Caitlin said. "That's fine."

"Let's go hit the potluck table, babe," Cisco said.

"Oh yes!” Kamilla cried, with outsize enthusiasm given that she probably couldn’t eat ninety percent of the offerings. “Caitlin, it was nice to meet you."

"You too!" Caitlin said, and turned toward Barry. "So how is life at CCPD these days?"

He chatted with her about his job for a moment or two, then said in a low voice, "So that was okay."

"Sure," she said.

He looked sympathetic. "You want cheese?"

"No, I'm all right." She picked up a plate and held it out for her turkey burger, thinking well, that's over.

She sat on the steps of the deck, next to somebody she'd known in her grad program. They chatted about minor scandals in the science world and she ate her turkey burger in slow, careful bites, not tasting a single one. 

She wandered by the potluck table, stood staring at the side salads and chips and veggie trays that people had brought. She took a carrot stick and laid it on her plate. It looked small and withered and alone.

So unbelievably alone.

She added a celery stick. That didn’t seem to help. She tipped them both into the trash and decided it was time for dessert.

The dessert table was in the kitchen, so she went inside, air-conditioned air washing around her. She wanted sugar, badly. Chocolate, cookies, popsicles, whatever people had brought that would rot her teeth and block the tears.

She checked on her pie and was gratified to see that her little sign saying "Contains peanuts!" was still there, and that one quarter of the pie was already gone. She had made two pies, leaving one at home in the fridge because she'd known how this would go, so she skipped over it and checked out what else was on offer.

Chocolate chip cookies. Individual ice cream cups in a cooler. Mini eclairs in their Costco box, still frozen in the center. A shining chocolate cake in a plastic carrying case. Yes, yes, all of it.

"Hey."

She looked over, then away, quickly. "Hi," she said a little overbrightly, to the parfait she was scooping onto her plate. Shit. He knew she ate sugar when she was upset. But she also liked desserts in general. Maybe she would get away with this.

He was alone. Where was Kamilla? Bathroom, maybe?

Act natural.

He said, "I, uh - "

"Which one did you bring?" He'd always liked cooking, trying out new things. Sometimes that had been a cause of friction, like when he used every pot in the kitchen and it turned out terrible and they'd wound up going to the drive-thru at nine o'clock at night. 

"There," he said, pointing at a box with a clear plastic lid.

"Donuts!" she said. 

"Mmhm. Kamilla and I made them together."

"Oh," she said.

They'd attempted to cook together a few times but since cooking was how she relaxed and disconnected, it hadn't gone well. 

She opened the box. "Well, I've never had vegan donuts but I'm sure they'll be interesting."

His hand reached past hers and gently closed the box. For a moment, she thought, you don't even want me touching something you made with her? Then he said, "They're not great. Trust me."

“They can’t be that bad."

He shook his head, very solemn. "Vegan donuts are donuts of sadness," he said. "I have learned this."

"I'm sure there are some vegan donuts that are good."

"Proooooobably," he allowed. "But these are not it." He grinned at her, and instinctively, she smiled back.

"Okay," she said, leaving the box closed. 

He chose a mini-eclair for himself and bit it in half. “So are you here with someone?”

She meant to say a simple no, but it came out as, “Oh, he was busy today.”

“Oh? He? Someone I know?"

She swallowed, panic bubbling up. “No, you wouldn't know him. I work with him.”

“Another Star Labs workaholic?” 

That shouldn't have stung as hard as it did, but it brought back a nasty echo of their hissed fight over by the barbecue grill last summer, as he'd accused her of never having time for him. Her voice went chilly as she said, "He doesn't work at Star Labs and neither do I anymore. I took a job with Mercury."

"You? You left Star Labs? The most prestigious, well-paid research lab in the Midwest?" he asked, echoing what she’d always recited as reasoning for sticking with her job.

"I decided to value my mental health more than money and prestige. Mercury is much more supportive of their employees' work/life balance."

He blinked. “Wow, that’s - that’s great.”

She picked up a spoon and started scooping something out of a random bowl onto her plate. "So how are you? How are your parents?"

"I'm good," he said. "My parents are . . . they were good, the last I saw them."

She glanced at him quickly. Ever since she'd known him, he'd been at his parents' beck and call, running every time they texted. During that last terrible argument, she'd snapped back that he might see her more if he wasn't constantly canceling dates because his parents needed him. "Did they move?"

"No, I just, ah, I went low-contact with them. Haven't really talked to them in about - " He considered. "About a month now."

"Oh," she said, looking back at her plate. She'd gotten Chester's dreadful candy bar salad with the pineapple. Ugh. Gross. "Any - um - any particular reason?"

If he’d broken off contact with his parents because of Kamilla, after all the times his mother had been rude to Caitlin, calling her things in Spanish she wasn’t supposed to understand . . .

He laughed, but it held no mirth. "They stood me up for my birthday dinner because Dante needed help buying a car." He shrugged. "I kind of figured out that I was never going to be their favorite or their priority. No matter what I did."

She put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well . . ." he mumbled.

"It's their loss," she said. "Is it better for you?"

"Hurts like hell," he said. "But yeah. It's better."

"You seem happy," she said. "I mean, in general."

"I am."

"Good. I'm glad." She realized she was still holding shoulder, and removed it so she could portion herself some of Iris's ambrosia. "Kamilla's nice," she said brightly.

"She is! Yeah. She is."

"How long has it been?"

"Oh, like a month now? It's really good. I can see this going the distance, you know?"

She felt like she'd swallowed razor blades. "That's great."

He smiled at her. "Hey, you know what, we should double-date."

"We should what?"

"Yeah, me and Kamilla, you and your guy. We should grab dinner together or something."

"Oh. Well, actually - " He lives in London. He has a moral objection to eating out. He's in training to go to the moon. He - "We really aren't like that."

"Like what?"

"Dating. It's just . . . casual." She smiled. "You know? No strings attached kind of thing. When we've both got some free time and need to blow off steam."

He blinked a few times. "You? You have a fuck buddy."

She hated that term. It made her skin crawl. Cisco knew that perfectly well, so she just shrugged. "I guess you could call it that." She ate a grape out of the ambrosia, licking it clean of whipped cream and biting it in half. "Sorry, I don't think a nice foursome dinner is in our future. But it was nice seeing you."

She strolled off, hoping like crazy that Cisco didn't mention this fictitious casual sex partner of hers to anybody else.

She made herself do one more circuit of the backyard. She had no idea who she saw or what she said. She was focused on not looking like she was about to run away.

Even though she was.

Iris found her dumping her plate into the kitchen trash. "Heard the first face-to-face went down," she said. "You okay?"

"I came, I saw him, we were cordial. I survived," Caitlin said. "And if I go home and dive face-first into a pint of Cherry Garcia and a bottle of wine, that's nobody's business but my own."

Iris put her arm around Caitlin's shoulder and hugged her gently. "That whole grieving process guideline?"

"Whoever made that up is full of shit."

--

Some hours later, Barry dropped into the lawn chair next to Cisco. "Hey, man. You awake?"

"Yup," Cisco said, head tipped back, eyes closed. He swung his beer bottle lightly between his fingers. "Almost outta beer though."

Barry considered it. "How many of those have you had?"

Cisco tipped it up and drained it. "Almost enough."

"You okay to drive?"

"Mmmmmm. Might hafta crash on your couch. 'Zat okay?"

"You know it is." Barry nudged him. "You don't even have to use the couch. You and Kamilla can use the guest room."

"Mmmmm." Cisco dropped the bottle to the grass. "Sh'left."

"She what? She left?"

"Called an Uber. Kinda mad at me."

"Why?"

"Says I didn't give her a heads-up Caitlin was gonna be here. Or that we dated. Like, c'mon, we've only been together a week and a half. People have exes. It's a thing."

"Still, she might've appreciated the heads-up."

Cisco sighed. "Yeah, I guess, I just . . . I didn't wanna talk to her about Caitlin. It's like, sore. Who wants to talk about their last ex?"

"A lot of people," Barry said. "Especially when she's going to be at the same party, which you knew, cuz I told you."

Cisco sighed again, more heavily. "Okay, yeah, maybe you've got a point. I'll call her tomorrow and apologize. Plus she has nothing to be afraid of. Caitlin doesn't want me back." He swung his bottle again. "So wait, you know who this guy is?"

"What guy?"

"The guy she's dating now."

Barry cocked his head. "Kamilla?"

"Nnnnoooooooooo," Cisco drawled. "Kamilla's dating me. Caitlin's dating . . . some dude. Actually not dating. She's all like, 'ha-ha, we're not like that.' They're friends with benefits or something."

This was the first Barry had heard of it. He opened his mouth to say so when Cisco plowed on with the tenacity of the sloppy drunk.

"Which, what the hell, man? I suggested friends with benefits years ago and she was like no, I don't do that, it doesn't work for me, I need to be in a relationship. Took me another six months to man the fuck up and ask her out for realsies. Who's this guy that's getting her to settle for less than what she wants?" He wagged his finger in the air. "You! You should find out who he is, Bare. You should find out who he is and kick his ass."

Barry smiled at nothing. "You could kick his ass. I mean, you're the one who seems to think it should be done."

"C'mon, I can't do that, then everyone would say I was just jealous. M'not jealous. Just, she deserves better than, than, you know, some dude who just wants to get laid. Just like a friendly ass-kicking. C'mon."

"Okay, maybe."

"I'm not jealous. I'm with Kamilla."

"Mmmmhmm," Barry said, eating some pie. "I can tell. You're totally over Caitlin."

"Totally," Cisco said, and lifted his head, looking around blearily. "Hey, where'd m'beer go?"

FINIS