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NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MUSIC MONDAY 

tagged by absolutely no one and requested by fewer still, but in the spirit of kicking off the summer of hook, line, and sinker i am also taking the liberty of starting wip music monday whether anyone likes it or not. afflicting @v0idbuggy @poetikat @henbased @florbelles @unholymilf @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @strangefable @derelictheretic @corvosattano @shallow-gravy @nuclearstorms @cassietrn @confidentandgood @afarcryfrommymain @vampireninjabunnies-blog @nightbloodbix @voidika @firstaidspray @megraen @roofgeese @trench-rot @strafethesesinners @blissfulalchemist @inafieldofdaisies @clicheantagonist, please feel free to drop a wip and a tune that vibes with it!

naturally i am sharing another hl&s playlist banger. pov you’re jestiny and this is what you desperately wish your ex-girlfriends’ internal monologue to be as they watch your current partner fail to bait a hook, but unfortunately probably only the last part applies:

i heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks / i heard he’s got a prius ’cause he’s into being green / my buddy said he saw y’all eating that sushi stuff / baby that don’t sound like you, that don’t sound like love / sounds like it sucks he can’t even bait a hook / he can’t even skin a buck / he don’t know who jack daniels is / ain’t ever drove a truck / knows how to throw out a line / but not the kind in a field and stream book / no darling i ain’t even worried you’ll come running back / he can’t even bait a hook ... [outro] nah you’re the one that’s gonna be sorry when you’re headin’ to get tofu and he has a flat tire in his foreign car and don’t know how to change it and you’ll get your new gucci shoes wet and you’re mad and irritated, i’ve seen you irritated, i’m telling you, better him than me actually

epic blunder, this is how they actually see you and your new man. wip excerpt from hl&s c.3, tentatively titled “throw out a line” (warnings for jessie typical emotional regulation and references to stalking behavior, played for laughs but called for what it is in text):

“Ms. Woodhouse,” John held out a hand towards the brunette that was met with nothing but a scowl in return. 

He made an apologetic ‘ah’ noise and wiped the hand on his shirt, but Jessie knew it was not the fish guts Sherri was repulsed by.  “My apologies.” He bowed. “I haven’t yet had the privilege of patronizing your little store.” Jessie smiled. Patronizing was right. And Sherri deserved it. “It’s so difficult when I have my own boat ramp right in the backyard to remember to get out there to support the small business owners in the community.”  “Support?” Skylar cut in, scowling even harder than Sherri did. “When have you ever supported any business around here? You call trying to shut everyone down and take their property from ’em support?”  Huh. That’s weird  — Skylar seemed to have history with this guy. And it was bad enough he was a lawyer at all, did she fuck up and start pretending to date a fucking foreclosure attorney or something?  John waved the accusation off. “Please, I hate discussing business matters during my recreation time.” He reached into his back pocket to take out his wallet, pulling another hundred dollar bill from it. “I would love to support Can of Worms now.”  John turned to Sherri, gauchely waving the bill in front of her. “I’m afraid my lovely date and I have fished through all of our bait. But it seems you have plenty left. He nodded towards the unopened can at Sherri’s feet. “I’d like to purchase it.”  Sherri met him with a dead-eyed stare. “Store’s closed.”  John turned, looking across the water at the Can of Worms storefront. “Your hours say open until 9.”  “Well, I’m not on the clock.”  “Oh, don’t be unreasonable. I’m paying well above market rate for something I could just waste time going over and buying from you, for much cheaper, in the store.”  “No, you couldn’t,” Skylar said. “Store’s closed.”  He pointed behind him. “I see it open.”  “Store’s always closed to you.” Jestiny gave up on pretending not to notice the conversation, setting aside her beer to slam her hands down on the side of the boat. “Well, sell it to fuckin’ me, then!”  “God, Jessie,” Sherri groaned, leaning down to hold her head in her hands. “Can’t you just fucking leave us alone? Following us, harassing us while we’re trying to fish? We broke up with you. We don’t want you around.”  “Shit’s sad,” Skylar agreed. “Just stop. Don’t make us get a fuckin’ restraining order or something.”  Jestiny kicked the side of the boat, hard. “They’re called Orders of Protection, in fucking Montana!”  “You learn that from your slimebag lawyer boyfriend?” Skylar asked. Jessie frowned. That was hitting below the belt, she thought. “And did he learn it from law school, or ’cause half the fucking County wants to take one out on his creepy ass?” Sherri brought a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh at Skylar’s joke. “They really are perfect for each other, huh?” she giggled against Skylar’s shoulder, setting her chin atop it and looking up at her adoringly.  Jessie felt flames crawl up in her belly. Of all the infuriating insults.  “Yeah, we fucking are! I finally have someone who can keep up with me behind the rod and on an intellectual fuckin’ level!” she forced herself to flash an adoring smile of her own at the man she shouted over. “And he’s got an actual sense of humor! Just look at his outfit.”  John turned to shoot Jessie a glare.  “Yeah,” Skylar laughed, turning to nudge the flyaway hairs clinging to Sherri’s dewy brown skin away with the sun speckled tip of her nose so that she could finally whisper her teasing directly into the brunette’s ear. “Looks like you and me were the only ones that didn’t think to come dressed for the circus.” 

“I fucking heard that!” 

[modifiedyincision]

Hi I am going around to everyone who reblogged that post with tags: please use this ask as an excuse to ramble about your ocs I want to hear about them

I had to sit on this one for a while because I just have so. Many. OCs. So I had to think about it! I'm settling on Skylar (and his friends I suppose, but mostly him), even though his story is still a bit nebulous, because I love him. Everything is below the cut to avoid me flooding dashes! It also gets ramble-y. You have been warned.

So Skylar (and his story/world) comes directly from a dream I had three years ago, in which I was Skylar. I really liked the main chunk of it, but as it is a dream, connecting everything coherently has been a hassle. If something sounds a bit off, that's... likely why. Anyway!

Skylar, unhappy with his old life, decides to completely ditch it. He stops by a small town and, desperate for friends, is willing to hang out with pretty much anyone that will give him the time of day.

Three people, a preexisting friend group, start talking to him. There are three others -- Andrew (name change possibly pending. Not sure that I vibe with it), Garrett, and Lillian. It isn't long before he finds himself getting swept up in their demon-cult-rumors, because this group recently found a half-ruined journal detailing a lot of weird ass shit. And, also, there's some unexplainable shit going on down in the hills.

They suggest checking it out.

Skylar buys exactly none of it, but he goes along with it anyway for that sweet, sweet human connection.

Now, the group decides to visit a 'ritual site.' A large, 5'x5' square of flat rock pressed a bit into the earth, with a red rune carved into it, slapped into the center of wild hills and forest.

They do the stupid young adult thing, which is to consult the journal for the ritual, which they then do.

Now, listen, the way the demons and rituals work is a bit convoluted because I'm trying to translate it from nonsense dream systems, and I don't really think this is something that can be skipped over or it all ceases to make any sense.

To make it simple: demons need to be summoned into a 'vessel' (a human) to get to Earth. But one ritual isn't enough, and it only partially binds a demon to the vessel and Earth. Five total rituals need to be completed for the demon to be fully tied to Earth and the vessel. These rituals increase in severity with each one, and each ritual requires a specific site to work. But, even with all rituals finished, the demon still relies heavily on the vessel to keep it in line. And not, like, killing everything.

If a vessel dies with a demon attached, the demon is released into the world. A few things can happen:

If it was the first ritual, little occurs. The demon is intangible and unable to interact meaningfully with the world. It can barely move at all, in fact. Imagine if your arm, just your arm, got teleported into another world. You can't do anything with just an arm out there! And it inconveniences you back home!

If it was the third ritual, this is the point at which the demon can cause real harm, as most of it is on Earth- it can influence creatures (aka possession a little to the left), move objects with some effort, and generally cause chaos. Still cannot be seen, except under extreme circumstances. However, it cannot move far from the general area the vessel died -- maybe a few miles.

And if the vessel died after the fifth ritual has been completed, it would be... very bad. The demon would have no human attachment able to hold it back, and it would just be out there in the world, a physical thing with full capabilities. It would be 100% on Earth. Nightmare scenario.

Never fear, though! It is possible to banish a demon at any time. Just stick it in a body and send it back with DIFFERENT rituals! The vessel will lose demonic influence and will be fine, as will the demon, but both will again be separate.

You can tie a demon partially stuck on earth to a new vessel with the rituals, then do the banishment when you're far enough along and have all its rogue parts in a vessel again.

Okay, that's all. Now. Moving on!

Skylar (this used to be about him...) and the gang do the ritual. Nobody expects much of anything. Problem: Skylar's arm starts burning and shifts into something pitch black and iridescent, not unlike oil.

Everyone is very suddenly aware of Oh Shit, This Is Real.

They all hurry up to get the rest of the rituals done so they can banish the demon (if they can. Honestly, half the journal is fucking ruined, they're winging it, this is not going as planned). They decide to try banishing after the third ritual.

Skylar's mental health deteriorates, because he's experiencing unfamiliar thoughts and emotions (thanks, demon!). Plus the rapid-fire rituals are just taking their toll on him, physically - he's tired, and sore, and cranky, and not at all used to having a demon slowly infesting him. It makes all of the demonic stuff worse, harder to control. He both loves and hates that.

The demon very very badly wants Skylar to go on a deadly revenge tour. Be powerful, it says, be unstoppable, don't you want to make everyone look at you with fear and awe? And Skylar...

He starts to buy into it. Yeah, he SHOULD be powerful and unstoppable and scary. He SHOULD fuck shit up! But also he doesn't want to, that would be bad, he likes it here, he likes his friends. But it would be nice to go after that guy that was mean to him on his first day here, wouldn't it... no, he can't do that!

One day he does the fourth ritual by himself, making the demon stronger and the whole situation worse. They double down on trying to banish the demon, less concerned with the town's wellbeing now than their friend's.

I have a handful of endings for this part of his life in mind, but I haven't settled on any as the 'canon.' It depends on how bitter I feel that day, really.

In the best ending, it follows my original dream.

You see, throughout my dream, I would flash into the present, older, curled up in one big bed with my friends (the ones with me back then!) reminiscing on this like I'm telling a story. They are apologetic, because this experience has left me scarred mentally and physically. But I'm better, happier. The demon is gone, banished. My body hurts sometimes, still, but I met lifelong friends. Skylar's story would follow mine -- the demon is banished before the final ritual, not without consequence, but it gets better. He heals, is content.

The worst ending: Skylar succeeds in the final ritual and can't handle it. The demon has near total control of his body, Skylar's mind too addled and worn down to fight or disagree. His friends don't manage to banish it (in some versions, Skylar kills them outright). Skylar never recovers, in this one.

In the ????? ending, Skylar completes the fifth and final ritual, but his friends manage to banish the demon. There are so many versions of this one in my head, frankly. Ones where Skylar never forgives them, ones where Skylar gets better, ones where he tries to do the rituals again in desperation.

A lot of Skylar info right now, unfortunately, is based around this one story, because that was what I had in the dream as Skylar. The others have more concrete personalities, I feel, simply because I could observe them and wasn't actually them. But they aren't as interesting to talk about, because Skylar is essentially the protag, and has the most information and backstory. Listen, I just don't want to make him a copy-paste version of me :(

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 50

*Warning: Adult Content*    

 "Prince Scyllian, It has been far too long."

A man with a black braid coiled about his head like a snake bows with a flourish and tries to kiss Skylar West’s hand. 

He barely deflect the attempt without causing a diplomatic incident before turning aside and greeting someone else, a woman this time, wearing a dress that makes her resemble an aged seahorse. 

Skylar murmurs something that he hopes sounds like a convincing combination of a greeting and her name, mixed with a suitable dash of royal ennui.

It was all coming back to him now... the tedium, the absurdity, the mounting desire to slip away and find some corner in which to hide. 

He had forgotten how liberating the surface world had seemed when first he found himself laid flat upon the sand, cast into a boundless realm in which not a single soul knew him from a lowly crab. 

The first person who came across him had mistaken him for a drunken sot, passed out upon the beach at dawn and ever since, it had delighted Skylar to be taken for a vagabond.

Now, with the weight of a kingdom threatening his  shoulders, he was already itching to be away again. 

Perhaps once his mother was free and the whole misunderstanding with his father cleared away, things might change.

Skylar’s father's idea of joining the Supreme Council resonated with him. 

If they were less focused on isolating and protecting ourselves and more free to explore and mingle with the wider world, their culture and way of life would be enriched, not diluted. 

Perhaps they might even move away from this ancient and outdated model of monarchy and spread the burden of leadership more equally among many.

The thought was as inviting as the promise of a soothing bath and a soft bed and as the meet-and-greet continues with no end in sight, Skylar indulged in a daydream of taking his sisters on a tour of the globe... from San Francisco to Tokyo, Paris to New York and everywhere in between. 

His bond-mate Martin West and his children would come along as well, of course... perhaps they'd home-school them for a year.

He is halfway through constructing a mental lesson plan on history and art when Martin himself reappears at his side, wearing a surprisingly contented smile. 

Skylar expected his mate to be miserable and ill-at-ease among so many strangers but he looks entirely at home. 

Anemone trails after him, a decidedly less happy expression on her face and slips away without meeting her brother’s eyes.

"Where have you been?" Skylar asks, as Martin takes his place at his side.

Martin smiles. 

"The library. It's magnificent. I don't suppose the books are written in English, though, are they?"

"No, most are in Mer. Our language uses an alphabet that predates early Greek and Phoenician."

"I wish I had Noah's acuity for language," Martin says. "I wonder if he could ever visit us here. The children, too."

Skylar casts him a glance. 

"I'm sure they can. When we've settled things and you are free of Elena, we can arrange it. I'm sure there will be innumerable royal balls and other uncomfortable affairs to attend once mother is free. My presence will undoubtedly be required and having you and the children along will make my duties far more pleasant."

"I shall be at your side, of course," he says and then smiles.

Skylar gives Martin’s hand a squeeze and sighs as the endless pleasantries continue. 

With every passing minute, the truth becomes more clear... this isn't where Skylar belongs. 

He’s glad Martin is enjoying himself but he’s already counting the minutes until they can go home.

********

"That was exhausting," Skylar says, crawling across the enormous bed and collapsing face first into a pillow. "I'd forgotten how much I hated those things."

It's nearly dawn, the celebration of Skylar’s return having lasted the entire night. 

Unfortunately, there really is no polite way to leave a party thrown in one's own honor but Martin had been true to his word and stayed at his mate’s side for the duration, unshakable as a shadow. 

In fact, he'd seemed content to do nothing else and his docility troubled Skylar, who worried it masked some state of inner shock.

Skylar rolls onto my back as Martin joins him, lying at his side and shutting his eyes with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Skylar asks. "You've been... quiet."

"I'm perfectly happy," he says easily. "Thassos is wonderful."

Skylar frowns. 

"It's alright if you enjoy stuffy traditions and pompous displays for the sake of vanity. Oh, and blood-bound curses that all but imprison you. Honestly, I miss my classroom. I'd take a parent-teacher conference over another royal ball any day."

"But it's so peaceful here," Martin murmurs. "I never want to leave."

Skylar frowns and sits up. 

Martin's eyes remain closed and his face is the image of peace as he slips towards sleep. 

Usually, Skylar would love to see him so relaxed but Martin’s words trouble him.

"What about the children?" Skylar asks. 

Since the day he met Martin, he's seldom thought of anything without thinking of them first. 

Now, though, he seems to have momentarily forgotten they exist.

"Children? Oh, yes. Well, they'll be alright. They have their aunts and uncles to look after them."

"And their mother, I suppose," Skylar adds, watching for Martin’s reaction.

"And their mother, too. Yes."

A strange shock goes through Skylar... a wash of hot anger mixed with a tingling chill... as the truth hits him like a sleeper wave. 

Martin has been influenced by a Voice and the only person he was alone with for any amount of time is the person Skylar would least suspect. 

To use her Voice in such a way is not only a breach of etiquette but a serious crime and Skylar can't imagine why Anemone would risk it simply to change Martin's mind.

Skylar shakes him gently.

"Marrtin, wake up and focus. What did Anemone say?"

Martin sighs sleepily. 

"Hmm? About what?"

"Did she use her Voice on you? Tell me."

Skylar put the barest hint of power in his own words.

"She helped me see the truth, is all," Martin whispers. "Our place is here. Thassos is... wonderful."

"No, it isn't," Skylar snaps, grasping Martin’s shoulders and shaking him again, a little less gently this time. "If coming home has convinced me of anything, it's that my place is not here. I don't want to be king,and you don't want to be my 'consort.' You want to go home to Flora and Nico and Rio and Miguel... to your family. Think of them and remember, Martin."

Martin blinks at Skylar, his expression shifting from contentment to confusion and then he sits up and looks around.

"What happened? How did we get here?"

"Anemone took you to see the library. What did she say to you?"

Martin winced and rubbed the side of his head. 

"We were talking about your father and Natalis and... holidays."

"Holidays..." 

Suddenly it hits Skylar and he swears. 

"Fuck me with a whale cock." 

“What?”

"My father," Skylar snaps, rolling off the bed and snatching up his clothes from where he'd dropped them on the floor. "He's land-born. He doesn't have a siren's Voice like the rest of us. Most Mer-folk don't. It runs in the royal line."

“So?”

"So, if he'd revealed himself... showed up one day and revealed the fact he was alive... what do you think would be the very first thing any of us would do?"

"Er..." Martin squints at him.

"We'd use our Voice, of course and demand he tell the truth. He'd have no choice but to tell it. And if that truth happened to be that he really did intend to kill mother, put me on the throne and use me as a puppet for his own political machinations, well..." Skylar pulls up his trousers and buckles his belt rather violently. "You can imagine how quickly he'd have found himself on his way back to the depths."

"What about Natalis?" Martin asks, rising as well and dressing himself hastily. "Anemone said she's as powerful as your mom. Wouldn't she have asked your dad the same thing?"

"She's on his side, obviously."

“Oh.”

"And Anemone..." Skylar shake his head. "I don't know. She's young and impressionable. Maybe Natalis convinced her to help. At any rate, she was obviously supposed to convince you to convince me to stay and take the throne. Fat chance of that."

Skylar stalks to the doors and throws them open, ready to confront whatever might await on the other side but the corridor is empty. 

Martin scrambles to keep up with him as he strides off down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"To the throne room," Skylar says, taking a sharp turn at a side passage meant for the serving class, another thing that could do with a modern overhaul. "I don't know what my father has planned but I'll break this curse on my own terms."

Martin jogs to keep up as Skylar trots through narrow and notably abandoned, hallways towards his destination, the map of the palace as clear in his head as it was in his childhood, when eluding angry tutors was the primary inspiration for such forays.

After a labyrinthine journey, they emerge, breathless, from behind a tapestry hanging from a wall of the grand hall. 

The doors of the throne room are within spitting distance to their left, flanked by two guards.

With a deep breath, Skylar steps into the passageway, straighten his posture and lifting his chin. 

The guards raise their weapons but upon recognizing Prince Scyllian, lower them halfway, as if uncertain.

"Apologies, my Prince," one guard says, holding her spear in a neutral position, "But no one is to enter. Orders of Lady Natalis."

Skylar adopts his snootiest tone and looks down his nose at her. 

"The last time I checked, I was next in line for the throne. I would like to pay my respects to my mother, if you please."

The guard purses her lips and shoots a sideways glance at her partner, who raises his brows in an 'I don't fucking know what to do' sort of way.

Taking the initiative, she stands aside and bows. 

"As you please, my Prince."

Casting her a nod of royal acknowledgement, Skylar links his arm through Martin's arm and marches through the doors.

Sweat trickles down his back as they traverse the length of the room, mounting the three steps of the raised dais at the end and approach his mother's cloth-covered, stone-bound form.

Skylar pulls the dust cloth aside and barely restrain a gasp.

She's as beautiful as he remembers her, every detail preserved in perfection.

He recalls coming across a man in a park, once, who had covered himself in gray paint and taken to posing as a statue in the name of art. 

He seemed to delight in scaring the shit out of people who failed to discern his disguise.

His mother looked just like that, like at any moment she might move,and prove herself a living being and not a figure cast in stone.

"Give me your amulet," Skylar says, pulling his own over his head. 

Martin complies and Skylar holds the two halves of the gem in front of him, back to back.

As it had when his father gave him the half he lacked, the gem fuses into a single whole, a three-dimensional heart lit from within.

Skylar places it around his mother's neck. 

The blood red gem glows, pulsing with a heartbeat rhythm that matched it’s shape and a corresponding excitement swells within his chest. 

In a moment, he will have his mother, his freedom and all the answers he desires.

The statue begins to glow as if heated from within and then, with a suddenness that makes Skylar gasp, the stone figure shatters and crumbles into dust.

The truth explodes like a bomb in his mind but before he can give Martin so much as a warning, a troop of guards bursts through the door amid a chorus of horrified shouts. 

Above all, Natalis's Voice rings out loud and clear.

"Seize these assassins," she commands. "They have killed the Queen."

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb: In the devastating but uplifting tradition of Adam Silvera and Nova Ren Suma comes a queer supernatural coming-of-age story from acclaimed author Maria Ingrande Mora. How do you face your fears when everything is terrifying? Fifteen-year-old Brynn can’t stop thinking about death. Her intrusive thoughts and severe anxiety leave her feeling helpless—and hopeless. So after her mom interprets one of Brynn’s blog posts as a suicide note, she takes extreme measures, confiscating Brynn’s phone, blocking her Internet access, and banishing her to stay with her father who lives “off the grid” on a houseboat in the Florida mangroves. Isolated from her online friends—her only friends—Brynn resigns herself to a summer of mind-numbing boredom and loneliness… until Skylar appears. Skylar is everything Brynn isn’t—sultry, athletic, and confident. Yet Brynn feels at home around this fearless girl who pushes her to try new things and makes her belly flutter with nerves that have nothing to do with anxiety. When Brynn discovers that Skylar is trapped in the bayou and can’t tell her why, she resolves to free her new crush from the dark waters, even if it means confronting all of her worst fears.

Review:

A girl is sent to stay with her father for the summer after her mother interprets one of her blog posts as a suicide note. Brynn is a fifteen year old girl who suffers from her intrusive thoughts and severe anxiety, she hates being around other people, can’t stop thinking about the deaths of those she cares about... so when she posts about it, her mother finds out and now Brynn is banned from her phone, from the internet, and has to stay with her distant father who lives “off the grid” on a literal houseboat in the Florida mangroves, isolated from her online friends and everything else.... yet when she arrives at the houseboat she meets Skylar. Skylar is a beautiful, athletic and confident girl. Yet she’s hiding something. Brynn can’t help but feel connected to Skylar and wants to discover her secret... but that secret will lead to Brynn spiraling down a mystery that will leave her questioning things. The book fell flat for me unfortunately, it started off interesting but then by the end you are left dissatisfied by the lack of answers and the loose ends. The ending is king of hanging and it’s not exactly a mystery or thriller story but it does have a pretty interesting representation of anxiety and it felt authentic. The book had an interesting portrayal of mental illness and complex family relationships. So while this one might not have ended how I liked or wanted, it definitely is worth checking out.

*Thanks Netgalley and Peachtree, Peachtree Teen for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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Located strategically in Thane, PSK-SKYLAR enjoys proximity to major transport hubs, shopping centers, and reputed educational institutions. The location offers seamless access to the Eastern Express Highway, making commutes to central Mumbai and other areas extremely convenient. Public transportation options, such as local trains and buses, are also easily accessible, adding to the location’s appeal. Whether you’re working in Mumbai or nearby suburbs, living at PSK-SKYLAR ensures you are always connected.

Variety of Flat Configurations

PSK-SKYLAR in Thane caters to different needs with a range of well-designed flats, including 1BHK, 2BHK, and 2.5BHK options. The 1BHK flats are ideal for young professionals or small families, offering compact yet comfortable living spaces. For those seeking more room, the 2BHK flats provide a spacious layout perfect for growing families, while the 2.5BHK Flats in Thane offer an additional room that can be used as a home office, guest room, or study. Each flat is designed to maximize space and light, creating a welcoming ambiance.

Configuration:

1 BHK (430 – 433 – 480 Sq.ft)

2 BHK (625 – 650 Sq.ft)

2.5 BHK JODI FLAT (866 Sq.Ft )

Modern Amenities for a Comfortable Lifestyle

PSK-SKYLAR boasts a range of modern amenities that cater to the lifestyle needs of today’s homebuyers. The project includes a well-equipped fitness center, swimming pool, and landscaped gardens, providing residents with spaces to relax and rejuvenate. For families, the children's play area and dedicated spaces for indoor games ensure that there’s something for everyone. Additionally, the presence of 24/7 security and ample parking space adds to the overall convenience and peace of mind.

Amenities:

SCULPTURE REFLEXOLOGY

YOGA MEDITATION

GYMNASIUM

KIDS PLAY AREA

ARTISTIC WALL

ROCK CLIMBING WALL

BABY CRECHE

VIEWING DECK

SPA , STEAM & SAUNA

Real Estate Investment in Thane

Investing in Properties in Thane, especially in projects like PSK-SKYLAR, is a smart choice given the city's rapid growth as a residential hub. Thane has seen a steady rise in property values due to its infrastructure development, making it a great option for both homebuyers and investors. With its modern design, top-notch amenities, and strategic location, PSK-SKYLAR represents a great opportunity to invest in Thane’s booming real estate market.

Conclusion

PSK-SKYLAR in Thane is not just a residential project; it's a lifestyle upgrade. With options like 1BHK, 2BHK, and 2.5BHK flats, it caters to diverse needs while offering top-class amenities and excellent connectivity. If you’re looking for properties in Thane that combine modern living with convenience, PSK-SKYLAR is a standout choice in the real estate market.

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[ad_1] For 4 years now, the housing market has defied all logic.A world pandemic didn’t collapse costs, however despatched them hovering to new heights. Final yr, mortgage charges hit a 23-year excessive and gross sales plummeted. Even so, residence costs stubbornly stored rising, creating essentially the most unaffordable housing market in generations.This yr provides a brand new plot twist: Extra residences are beneath development than at any time in half a century, delivering renters extra new residences than they’ve seen in a long time.So whereas shopping for a house continues to be an infuriating expertise, marked by excessive costs, excessive rates of interest and low stock, renting an condominium is getting simpler. That implies that until you intend to stay in a home for the subsequent decade or so, now might not be the very best time to purchase it.“That is concerning the worst time to purchase a house,” stated Christopher Mayer, an actual property professor at Columbia Enterprise College.Sure, mortgage charges have edged down from their October peak of virtually 8 p.c, and stock has ticked up as sellers creep again into the market. However the total image hasn’t modified in any significant means — and sure received’t anytime quickly.Most economists don’t count on mortgage charges to fall rather more this yr. The common 30-year fixed-rate mortgage was 6.6 p.c within the third week of January, in line with Freddie Mac. And whereas optimists like Selma Hepp, the chief economist for CoreLogic, assume that charges could dip beneath 6 p.c by the top of the yr, pessimists like Skylar Olsen, the chief economist at Zillow, assume they might inch nearer to 7 p.c once more.The headwinds aren't nice. In December, the variety of new listings was up 2 p.c from a yr earlier, however nonetheless down virtually 15 p.c from prepandemic ranges, in line with Zillow. As for costs, economists count on them to roughly flatten this yr. Redfin is predicting that they’ll fall by 1 p.c; Freddie Mac, that they’ll improve by simply 2.5 p.c, half the speed of 2023.All of because of this anybody shopping for a house at this time will doubtless pay prime greenback, at a excessive borrowing price, for an asset which will have already peaked.As Mr. Mayer put it, you’re “successfully shopping for a luxurious good, and it’s not going to pay the identical charge of return” as different investments.The Yr of the Renter?The rental market, nonetheless, seems to be slightly completely different, not less than for this yr.Not since 1973 has america seen so many residences — about 1 million nationwide — beneath development directly. Greater than half will likely be accessible this yr, and virtually all are leases.Many of those developments broke floor throughout the pandemic, when builders guess on a market with hovering rents, as folks uprooted their lives and moved. However a multifamily constructing takes time to assemble, and these buildings are getting into a modified panorama. Renters, squeezed to their monetary limits, are now not signing as many leases, which is driving up vacancies.Asking rents had been mainly flat final yr throughout the nation, falling by virtually 1 p.c, to a median of $1,379 a month, in line with Condominium Record. In New York Metropolis, the median asking hire — $3,500 a month — edged up by lower than 3 p.c in November 2023 from a yr earlier, marking the bottom acquire since August 2021, in line with StreetEasy.However it’s nonetheless a time of crushing housing prices, with rents 19 p.c increased than they had been earlier than the pandemic, a interval that “reset the market to an entire new value stage,” stated Igor Popov, the chief economist for Condominium Record.Housing and shelter prices had been among the many largest drivers of inflation in December 2023, in line with the Bureau of Labor and Statistics. And final yr, the everyday renter was price burdened, spending greater than 30 p.c of their earnings on hire.“Renters want some reduction,” stated Bess Freedman, the chief govt at Brown Harris Stevens.

“Individuals can’t pay these loopy costs. They must have a house.”The brand new housing could not less than hold rents from rising a lot. Renters ought to count on offers, with landlords providing months of free hire, health club entry or parking. (In December 2023, 33 p.c of Zillow’s rental listings included concessions, up from 27 p.c in December 2022.)“For renters, with rising stock, they are going to lastly really feel extra empowered to barter on rents and concessions” in New York Metropolis, stated Kenny Lee, a StreetEasy economist.Whereas these new developments are concentrated within the Sunbelt and the Midwest, they are often seen in different places, too, together with exurbs and rural communities, stated Robert Dietz, the chief economist for the Nationwide Affiliation of House Builders. “It’s actually happening all over the place,” he stated.However the get together received’t final lengthy. Excessive rates of interest have spooked builders throughout the nation, drying up the development pipeline, and begins of latest multifamily developments are anticipated to drop 20 p.c in 2024, in line with the Nationwide Affiliation of House Builders. In New York, the place a property tax exemption expired, month-to-month filings for brand spanking new foundations, a essential marker of latest development, had been already down 78 p.c in 2023 from the earlier yr, in line with the Actual Property Board of New York.“I at all times give it some thought when it comes to a drought,” Mr. Popov stated. “You might need that one wet season that helps, however you’re nonetheless in a drought.”‘The Math Doesn’t Make Sense’Final yr, many potential sellers stayed put, unwilling to commerce pandemic-era mortgage charges for a lot increased ones on their subsequent residence. To make issues worse, the nation is brief anyplace from 1.5 million to six.5 million new houses, relying on whom you ask, as a result of builders haven't constructed almost sufficient housing because the foreclosures disaster to maintain up with a rising inhabitants.The end result: Fewer houses had been offered in 2023 than at any time since 2014, in line with CoreLogic — however not for lack of demand. Regardless of skyrocketing rates of interest, folks nonetheless needed to purchase houses, and lots of discovered themselves navigating a baffling world of bidding wars as a result of there have been so few that can be purchased.By October 2023, residence costs had been up 45 p.c because the begin of the pandemic, in line with the Case-Shiller residence value index. Mix that value progress with the rise in borrowing prices, and housing is now extra unaffordable than at any level since 1984, in line with a November report by Intercontinental Trade, an information firm. Within the third quarter of 2023, the everyday prices of proudly owning a house — mortgage, insurance coverage, property taxes — exceeded $2,000 a month for the primary time in historical past, consuming virtually 35 p.c of the typical wage, in line with ATTOM, an information analytics firm.If you happen to take into account shopping for a house as a call based mostly solely on dollars and cents, the reply isn't clear lower — significantly for anybody who could transfer once more within the subsequent few years.“In some methods, the maths doesn’t make sense,” stated Lisa Sturtevant, the chief economist at Vibrant MLS, a a number of listings service for the Mid-Atlantic area.The maths definitely doesn't make sense for anybody who already owns a house with a 3 p.c mortgage rate of interest. Transfer from one residence to a different of across the similar worth, and it'll price hundreds of dollars in increased curiosity funds through the years.First-time consumers are additionally dealing with troublesome math, as rents are at the moment low in comparison with mortgage funds. Purchase a $400,000 home at this time, with $80,000 down and a 30-year mortgage at a 6.6 p.c rate of interest, and curiosity funds alone (not together with taxes or upkeep) will price virtually $20,000 the primary yr.

However suppose you discover an condominium on the median hire — $1,379 a month? A yr of renting will price you $16,550.Put that $80,000 down cost in a mutual fund or the inventory market, and you'll doubtless get a better charge of return in your funding.“If I make investments the cash in a house at this time, given how excessive costs are, I’m actually saying I’m anticipating residence costs to go up quite a bit,” Mr. Mayer stated. “I don’t assume that’s a practical expectation.”Eyes on the Perpetually HouseHowever folks don’t purchase houses the identical means they purchase shares.A house isn’t simply an funding — it’s a supply of stability and a spot to stay your life, and perhaps elevate kids. There are vital tax advantages, too, particularly should you personal the house for a few years.A former scholar of Mr. Mayer’s was shifting to the Bay Space for a brand new job, and requested for recommendation. Given the exorbitant value of housing within the space, the scholar needed to know if it made sense to purchase. The speed of return on her funding didn’t look favorable within the short-term, however she had different elements to think about — the place her kids would go to high school and discovering a house in a neighborhood she appreciated, with a manageable commute.In different phrases, she needed to take into account her life. Mr. Mayer suggested her to purchase.Different consumers and sellers appear to be making an analogous calculation. In the course of the second week of January, mortgage purposes for residence purchases had been up 9 p.c from the earlier week, in line with the Mortgage Bankers Affiliation.As Dr. Sturtevant, of Vibrant MLS, identified, “It’s not at all times concerning the math.”“For some owners, the maths could look difficult,” she continued, however different elements come into play: Maybe they want one other bed room for a rising household, “or they should transfer to be close to an getting older father or mother or a change in job.”After 18 stable months of excessive rates of interest, consumers and sellers could determine to make a change anyway, she stated: “I feel 2024 is the yr of ‘life occurs.’”For weekly e mail updates on residential actual property information, enroll right here. [ad_2] Supply hyperlink

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Oddly enough, James welcomed the silence that came after he made that comment. He was well aware what he said, but he was not above a ridiculous comment to regain his peace and quiet. It wasn't until she spoke up once again that James got the sense that he had caused a prick of pain. And for a moment, he felt a pang of guilt for his abrasiveness. Still, not something he was going to back down out of. One thing that characterized him and his siblings was their stubbornness, something that usually developed into their inability to admit when they're wrong. So, instead, he looked up from his desk as she got up from the chair. "Lunch break? And, here I thought you controlled your own schedule." James rolled his eyes, nodding in agreement. It was what he had suggested earlier. What was the point in spending hours planning something they both were in disagreement over? Planning a marriage he dreaded sounded like the worst way to spend his evenings. "Great, wedding planner is the best course of action. You keep throwing the kill thing around, you better hope I don't drop dead before reaching the altar." Well, at least she still agreed to see him there. James wasn't sure how it'd go if he told his father she flat out refused marriage.

Once James took the time to process this marriage as the merger it would eventually be for both families, he was perfectly fine. It was good business, and he was confident in his abilities to drive the company forward. His brother had been committed to their family's empire, and his sister would eventually get her head in the game. The Greys were secure, and that thought comforted him. Honestly, honestly? He might've actually enjoyed the reception a bit, when he ignored the drawback to this situation - Skylar. It was a bit weird, sure, for the few words exchanged between them to be their vows and I do promise, but they had said too much at their last meeting. They had already laid everything out on the table, what more could they spat at each other? She kept her distance, and kept their conversation to a minimum. He was fine, at least he wasn't hearing constant complaints of how he planned this entire scheme.

The wedding was stunning, at least she had a good eye for wedding planners. He had even heard it was considered one of the weddings of the year, two for the Greys. Great, one point for Skylar. The wedding planner had reached out a few times with the dumbest requests, which color for whatever. Who cared, just pick one. Aren't you the expert? Admittedly, he contributed nothing but his presence. Though James supposed that his parents had a say here and there. He could see glimpses of their touch.

He had no plans to come into her family's office building. Shortly after the wedding, he had been given access to the company files, and knew he had a lot of work to do to catch up. Still, he preferred to keep his distance and continue using his office at his family's building. After all, he'd see more than enough of her at home. But, just the beginning of his review, he already had more questions and one that he really wished his wife wouldn't confirm. Walking into her office, he rolled his eyes at her first comment. "Cut the crap Skylar." Did she really think this was a social visit of some sort, that he was actually demented enough to make his way here? He came in with a file, printed versions of the files he had received access to. "This is not a social visit. Help me? Yeah, I'd hope so. Care to explain why your family's finances are shot? All that shit you talked about old money, and your family is in the red? Cute. What's your game here - trying to dupe my family into marriage? Use our money to rescue your company?"

She didn't listen much after he brought her parents into the mix. This jerk. He really had no limits on how low he could stop. Skylar waited a moment to gather her thoughts after he finished speaking and stared at him for a minute. "Wow." She said to break the silence. "Throwing her dead parents in the face of your future wife." It had been a long time and she had accepted it? Yes. Did that mean it was okay for her future husband to remind her that her parents were 3 meters underground? No. "That was low even for you." Skylar said with a nod. Not that she was particularly going to burst into tears over being reminded that she was an orphan but even Skylar hadn't expected him to go there. James really was a piece of work, wasn't he? She had gone too far but was definitely not going to apologize to him after what he said.

Skylar stod up from her chair and smoothed down her skirt. “I have to go back to work anyway, my lunch break is almost over.” She replied before looking at her wrist watch. “I’ll find a wedding planner to take care of everything so we don’t have to kill each other before the ‘I do’ comes around.” She was more likely to kill him after what he had just said. Besides, she just didn’t want to have to deal with everything that went into organizing a wedding that she didn’t even want in the first place. Was she going to have suggestions for the planner since she had thought, like any little girl, about what her wedding would be like? Sure but was not going to put extra effort on it tho “See you at the altar, idiot.” She rolled her eyes before walking out of his office.

It had been exactly five days since she said ‘I do’ and technically she was officially ‘Mrs. Grey’. Skylar preferred to leave the title to her mother in law, she would rather be dead than let anyone call her ‘Mrs. Grey’. True to her promise in her office, she had kept conversation with James to a minimum before the wedding, communicating strictly through the wedding planner if necessary but making most of the decisions herself. Poor girl, she really felt bad for the woman who had to mediate between the two of them but Sky had made sure that she collected a bonus and boosted her business socially by organizing what the gossip magazines and society in general defined as 'one of the weddings of the year', ironically the other wedding of the year was her sister in law's wedding.

When the security downstairs told her that her husband was coming up, Skylar had to admit that she had been speechless for a moment. Since they had been married less than a week ago, they had pretended that the other did not exist and she was perfectly fine with that. Except for the move, which had been prearranged by their secretaries, Sky's life had remained pretty much the same as it had been before they got married. She was a workaholic and had no problem saying so, anyway Skylar would leave the apartment early to start the day at a pilates class and then go to work until after dinner time. When she got home usually the cook would have dinner ready and a portion ready for her, Sky would eat dinner and then go to her room for the rest of the night. Of course they didn't share a room so it was all easier.

"Oh, how the tables have turned" She scoffed leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms when the door opened. Ready for a fight because they were always fighting. Now it was James who walked into her office in a foul mood. Her new husband's hair was a little messy, Skylar assumed it was because he was frustrated and had run his hands through his hair, something she found out he did back in college. He looked like he wanted to strangle her with his bare hands, an expression she had seen a few times when she prided herself on having gotten on his nerves in college. "How can I help you, darling?" She smiled sweetly at him. Skylar really didn't know what the problem could be because this time, she hadn't done absolutely anything that would have caused him to be so angry at her.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 7

*Warning: Adult Content*   

"Are you homeless, Mr. Sky?"

"Nico."

Martin Hunter’s face burns with embarrassment but Skylar West, art teacher and impromptu lifeguard extraordinaire, merely laughs.

"No, I have a home, only it's very, very far away," he says. 

"My van is my 'home on wheels' until I find a more permanent abode. I've only just moved here, you know."

"For your job?" Flora asks keenly.

"Indeed.”

Skylar smiles as he hoists the last of their bicycles atop his old, custom-made camper, the packed interior of which had prompted Nico's improper question and ties them to the roof rack. 

Martin frowns, hanging back and sipping water from his refillable bottle, having been banned from exerting himself. 

After failing to reassure the children or shake the concern of his would-be rescuer, he'd had no choice but to accept his gracious, if insistent, offer to drive them all home.

"Where does your Mate sleep?" Nico asks, frowning as Skylar folds up a narrow bed, converting it to a bench seat.

Martin chokes on a bite of Miguel's peanut butter sandwich, which he'd insisted his father eat after he'd blamed his faintness on an accidentally missed meal. 

Flora's disappointed ‘Again Dad’ hadn't helped. 

Skylar casts Martin a concerned glance and answers Nico's question before he recover.

"I don't have a travel companion, if that's what you mean. It's just me, myself and I."

Nico's eyes go wide. 

"You don't have any kids?"

Skylar laughs, a melodic sound that does something funny to Martin’s chest and shakes his head.

"No. No kids."

"But aren't you pretty old?"

"Nico." Miguel shoves his younger brother lightly. 

"Shut up. You're being rude."

"Ow. Don't push." Nico protests, 

"And I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"Am not."

"Are, too."

"Am..."

"Okay, okay." Martin intervenes, having finally cleared the chunk of peanut butter bread from his throat. 

"No arguing. Let's be grateful to Mr. West for offering us a ride and..."

Martin blinks and sways as the world tilts again, catching himself on the side of the van. 

Pressing a hand to his brow, he’s forced to admit that the heat in his face is a symptom of more than embarrassment and that there might be something besides a missed meal behind his faintness, after all.

"Martin?"

Skylar appears at his side, offering him his arm for support. Martin waves him aside and shake his head.

“It's nothing. I just need to eat something and rest."

"Right," he nods but neither looks nor sounds convinced. 

"Let's get you all home, then."

                                                       ⁎⁎⁎

"Nice place," Skylar says, pulling up in the driveway before the small, two story house and little detached garage.

"It's seen better days," Martin says, seeing it through a visitor's eyes. 

"But, with a bit of work, it will see better days again."

"Not unlike yourself, perhaps?"

Startled, Martin glances back at his children but they're entertaining themselves with his cell-phone and seem not to have heard the question. 

He frowns at Skylar. 

"What makes you say that?"

Skylar shrugs and looks out the car window again. 

"Just a feeling. You're renovating, I see," he points at the garage. 

Glad for the change of subject, Martin nods. 

"Yeah. I'm turning it into a granny flat. Eventually."

Sighing, Martin unbuckles himself and pops the car-door as his children climb over each other and pile out of the back. 

To Martin’s surprise, Skylar calls after them as they dash around the van and run towards the house. 

"Flora," he beckons. 

"Your papa's cell-phone, if you would."

Promptly, she nabs it from her brother, Rio and brings it over. 

Thanking her, Skylar takes it and hands it to Martin.

"What's this for?" he asks.

Skylar lifts his brows. 

"Communication, generally speaking."

Martin scowls and Skylar nods at the device in his hand. 

"Call someone. I'm not leaving you alone like this."

Chewing his lip, Martin weighs his options and sighs. 

The kids will tattle to their uncles, anyway. 

They might as well hear it from Martin, first.

"Fine. My brother's, er, housemate is a doctor."

An animal doctor but whatever. 

Martin supposes it can't hurt to let him have a look.

"Good. I'll stay until he comes."

Without waiting for an answer, Skylar turns away and begins working to get the push-bikes off the roof of his van. 

Defeated, Martin turns away as well and pulls up his brother Noah's number, biting his lip almost hard enough to taste blood. 

Shaking his head at himself, Martin presses the call icon and shuts his eyes. Better him than his brother, Dane. 

At least he can look Noah in the eyes without hating himself. 

The purr of a large, expensive motor signals Noah and Ambrose are inbound and Martin’s children run down to the street as a big silver Bentley pulls up to the curb. 

Noah had told Martin it was a replacement for one Ambrose had wrecked, which had been the only part of his large inheritance he truly liked. 

Martin watches through the window as the pair get out, greeting the children with hugs and laughter and smiles to himself. 

Between his brothers and their mates, the kids have a lot of ‘uncles’ but Noah and Ambrose are favorites, Ambrose especially, as he always brings treats. 

Even now, Martin sees him slipping them something from his pockets, some kind of exotic sweets, no doubt. 

Noah appears as trim and meticulously groomed as ever, gold rimmed glasses, waistcoat and all.

Ambrose, meanwhile, is dressed in corduroy trousers and a long, patchwork coat. 

Between his lanky frame, patrician features and wild mane of auburn hair, he looks like a cross between a male model and a Scottish iteration of Doctor Who. 

Skylar's huff of surprise reminds Martin he still stands at his side, which he's hardly left for a second since getting him home.

"You didn't tell me you had a twin," he says.

Martin glances at him. 

"Why would I? And we're triplets and not identical, anyway. We hardly look alike."

"Could have fooled me," Skylar says easily.

Martin frowns and looks out the window again. 

Between the three of them, Travis got the charm and physique, Noah got the looks and brains and Martin got  'imagination' as his mother would so kindly say. 

If 'average' were a talent, he'd be a natural.

"And that's your brother's 'housemate' you say?" Skylar asks with amusement, as Ambrose, enacting some sort of story for the kids, twirls Noah like a princess at a ball and kisses him with unmistakable ‘and inappropriate’ passion. 

Martin rubs his brow wearily. 

"Yes. I should, um, invite them in."

"I think the kids have the greetings handled," Skylar says, with a mild tone that makes Martin look at him. 

The single dad finds himself staring into the wild green sea of Skylar’s eyes and blinks rapidly as his heart trips over itself. 

Frowning, Martin rubs his chest.

"Are you sure you'll be all right?" Skylar asks. 

"I can stay, if you need me to. I've got the whole day free."

Martin shakes his head, blushing afresh at his unsolicited and unwelcome, kindness. 

"No, I'm really fine. But thank you, anyway."

Skylar nods. 

"Well, that's my job done then," he says and pats Martin’s shoulder. 

"I'll be seeing you, Martin."

"Sure thing," he mumbles, as Skylar slips out the door. Washing his hands of Martin. 

He watches as he passes Noah and Ambrose on the walk, earning curious glances from both of them, especially Ambrose, who stops to stare as Martin’s suave, blonde Prince Charming climbs aboard his boxy steed and rides away.

"Who was that?" Noah asks, as the pair join Martin in the living room, having sent the kids to play upstairs. 

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Martin sighs. 

He had only explained the very basics to them over the cell-phone.

"He's a teacher from the kids' school," he says. 

"He... Well, he helped me out at the lake when I wasn't feeling well."

"Ah... a teacher," Ambrose exclaims, his Scottish lilt snagging my ears. 

"And at the lake, you say? Interesting."

Martin narrows his eyes at Ambrose. 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Besides being insensibly wealthy and strange, Ambrose has the soul of an ancient dragon lord and can see past disguises 'to the heart of people and things' as he says. 

Eyeing Martin with a guarded, thoughtful look, Ambrose tilts his head a little to the side.

"They say the sea is cold but the sea contains the hottest blood of all and the wildest and the most urgent."

Martin stares at him. 

"What?"

Noah Hunter gives his mate a shove and rolls his eyes. 

"It's D. H. Lawrence."

"Is that some new artist I should know about?" Martin asks them, uncertainly.  

‘I haven't really kept up on the music scene the last few years.’

To Martin’s surprise, Noah bursts out laughing. 

"Oh, My God, no. He's an old dead white guy. An author and poet. That's from ‘Whales Weep Not’," he glances at his mate. 

"Which means?"

Ambrose shrugs and turns his dark, fire-lit eyes on Martin.

"I can hardly say, except that your humble teacher might be a 'diamond in the rough' as they say. More than he seems, in other words. Now, then. Let's have a look at you."

[the-keeper-of-midnight]

~Robert & Marine on In My Time of Need~

A week after the sudden breakup, you start to feel more at peace. Even Kev seems to be returning to his normal duties, after spending the week cuddling with you, giving all his support in this trying times.

“Beep!” your phone announces that the transfer was successful. Kev has been refusing the extra money you promised to him after all of the trouble you’ve been giving the poor man. He didn’t refuse the kisses though. But that’s another story.

He said today that you both should go to a party to “get the spirits up.” Also, spending all the time at home alone would make you an easy target to the murderer, that seems be forgot during all the feud.

So here you are on the way, secretly planning on spend the night sitting drinking the most amount of champagne possible without vomiting. “I don’t want to see broodiness on the party. Do you understand me?” Kev says. You just grunt, not deign an answer to that.

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At the party, things don’t seem that bad. After gulping the tenth? Eleventh? Champagne glass, you see a red haired woman approaching you.

“Marine?” she seems very surprised to your presence.

“Yes?” you question slowly. But the it hits you, this woman, you’ve seen her before, she’s Vera, the TV host.

“I didn’t know you were invited…” she says, as if that weren���t rude.

“Rude!” you think. Totally flabbergasted by her bluntness, you resist. “As someone that lives by celebrity gossip, you certainly are misinformed.”

Now she’s the one that gets offended, but you don’t wait for an answer. Leaving immediately, you go to the patio outside. Where the pool is. Where the pool is… this seems familiar. A chill runs through your spine, this house, this patio, that garden, all of this was on that Bob proposal dream. But, have you been here before? You don’t remember being here outside the dream. Checking it seems every corner bears fidelity to the one in your dream.

“What is happening!?” you draw in a shaky breath.

In your musing, you don’t notice the man coming right in front of you, and luck you, he’s not paying attention either.

Pop! Creack! Crash! On the impact, the glass on his hand flies off and hits the floor. “Fuck!” he shouts. You both seem to break the gaze from the glass to each other at the same time.

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No… Oh no… That’s…

“Marine.” Bob says in a flat tone, while forcing a non expressive face.

“Robert.” You say, mirroring his behaviour.

For an instant, he seems surprised, then sad, maybe hurt, but in a second the façade comes back. “I didn’t know you were coming to such event.” he says, once again flatly.

“Well I came because…” When move to look at Kev, he’s with Vera sharing a concerning whispers with Vera while pointing to you both. “Oh…” You say tiredly.

Bob seems to understand too. “So, how’s going? Seeing someo—” He pretends to be okay with the situation, but this evening, the week and the events before, seems to resurface all at once.

“Stop! Robert Skylar Hawkins!” You give a big gulp to swallow all that pride. “I’m sorry for not trusting you, for have hurt your feelings in doing so. I do not want to pretend that I’m okay being far away from, to pretend that we ended in good spirits. Fuck! I’m not okay with ending at all. ‘I love you’ seems like a very shallow sentence compared to what I’m feeling for you. No! I don’t want to be with you for sex or lewdness, I want to be with you because that what my instincts tells me so. I want to be a 90 years old dancing a slow waltz with an old you in the future. I want to be with you celebrating fifty years of marriage with all of ours twelve adopted children. I want to be a Hawkins!”

You start to gasp for air like you were ruining for kilometres. Tears fall like waterfall from your eyes. The guests and music have stopped, everyone is silent waiting for Bob’s response. He’s not moving, eyes glued to your face.

Slowly, his hands start to move to your face, this time you don’t flinch, every cell of your body has succumbed to your brain’s desire to be with the man in front of you. He softly puts his right hand on your left cheek, using his thumb to dry your tears. He doesn’t say anything, slowly moving to give you a soft kiss on the lips the resting his forehead on yours.

“Does that mean you’re sorry? Because I am.” He whispers. You give a half sob, half chuckle and whisper “Yes.” back.

The guests start to clap sound like a thunderstorm just began. The DJ starts the music back, but this time way slower, and so you stay with Bob hugging in a small slow dance on the same spot. “All is well.” it’s what most people think the moment.

[852 words; unrevised]

[whisperlullaby]

Just Say It And I’m Yours-Ch.2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse/neglect (if you squint really hard), sad Steve, fluff, angst

Words:1615

A/N: Okay here’s chapter 2! I really want to establish the relationship between Steve and the Reader so after this chapter the series of events is going to pick up. Special thanks to @tuiccim and @river-soul for reading through this for me and to @sagechanoafterdark for the gif! I hope you guys enjoy the story!

You woke up the next morning to a text from an unknown number.

Hey, it's Steve. Just wanted to make sure you had my number and I hope your interview goes well. Can I take you for coffee after?

You smiled at the text, shaking your head.

Well Cap, if it goes well we can celebrate with coffee. If it goes poorly I'm gonna need a stiff drink. I should be done around 3.

You put your phone down and started to get ready for your interview. You chose black slacks and a light blue blouse, hoping it projected the soft gentle air you were going for. After a quick breakfast and a final review of the county statistics for domestic violence and child abuse cases, you headed out to your interview.

As you approached the courthouse you took a few steadying breaths. Very little intimidated you, but the thought you wouldn't get this job kept you feeling unnerved. When you entered the courthouse a strange sense of calm washed over you. You felt like you were exactly where you needed to be and it settled your resolve. You were getting this job. As you brought your hand up to knock, the door swung open, revealing an intimidating-looking man. A slow smile crept onto his face.

“Hello there darling, is there something that you need?” the man said, resting on the door jam.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, “Yes, I am here to meet with the prosecutor for an interview. Are you their secretary?”

The man laughed and shook his head, “Not a secretary. A defense attorney, my name is Connor Pierce.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

You looked at his extended hand warily before taking it, giving him your name.

“Well, darling I’ll let you head in for your interview. Good luck.”

You stepped aside to let him leave. The prosecutor, Amelia Winters, stood swiftly to meet you at the door before pulling you into her office for your interview.

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After your interview, you sent Steve a text with the address of your favorite coffee spot. As you approached the café, grinning from ear to ear, you spotted Steve in a baseball cap and glasses.

“Ya know Cap, that’s not as effective of a disguise as you think it is.”

Steve chuckled, “Well it’s all I have, and I’ve found as long as you keep your head low people tend not to pay much attention.”

You smiled. He opened the door and let you in first. After you ordered your favorite beverage and a muffin, and Steve ordered a black coffee you found a seat.

“So, how did the interview go? Did you get the job?” Steve asked excitedly.

“Woah there, I don’t know how it went back in the ’40s but nowadays you don’t get hired on the spot,” you teased. “But I think it went really well. We had a lot in common and even graduated from the same university. Have you ever been to a place and it just felt like you belonged there?”

Steve considered your question for a moment before glancing down. “Not for a long time if I’m being honest.”

You reached out and grabbed Steve’s hand. He looked up and his features immediately softened under your gaze. When your drinks and food arrived at the table you let go of Steve’s hand to take a sip of your warm beverage, sighing in contentment. You looked back over at Steve and found him staring at you.

“What? Did I already spill or something?” You look around to see if your blouse was marked with the offensive liquid. 

“No nothing like that I was just wondering,” Steve began, “what made you go into victim advocacy?”

A warm smile spread across your face as you shrugged. “I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they come from. I wanted to do something that put myself in between the bullies and their targets. No one should feel alone, and everyone deserves a voice.”

Steve looked at you bewildered but with a twinkle in his eye. “Well, I think that’s a very noble reason to get into that profession.”

“Thanks, Cap. I crave your validation and approval.” You joked. 

Steve took a sip of his coffee, “I didn’t think you would. You just remind me of someone I used to know.”

When you and Steve finished your coffee, you went for a walk through Washington Square Park. You were surprised how easily conversation with Steve came, especially since you knew how intimidating you could be. You would tell people it was a job hazard when they asked why you were so loud, but Steve never seemed to mind. As you passed the fountain you saw Steve tense for a moment and look around. 

“Steve is everything okay?” you ask, concerned.

Steve didn’t answer, instead, he just bolted towards the fountain causing you to run after him. As you got closer you picked up the sound of a child crying, and a quick gaze around proved that no one was paying any mind to the child. Steve crouched down and placed his hand on the child’s shoulder.

“Hey, buddy where are your parents?” Steve gently inquired.

At his question, the little boy started crying harder and Steve looked thrown. You approached and placed your hand on Steve’s shoulder pulling him away slightly from the little boy. You crouched down in front of the little boy and started speaking.

“Hi, my name is Y/N, what’s yours?”

The little boy looked at you for a moment, his crying became a bit quieter. You waited for a moment letting him catch his breath.

“I’m Skylar,” he said in between sobs.

“Well Skylar, it’s very nice to meet you,” you stuck out your hand and waited for him to shake it. “This is my friend Steve, he’s a superhero, isn’t that cool?”

Skyler nodded his head as he glanced up at Steve. 

“Now, you seem to be a bit upset Skylar, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Skylar wiped his face, still looking at Steve. “I-is that Captain America?”

You giggled and looked up at Steve. “It sure is. He looks a little weird without the costume right?”

Skylar laughed as Steve scoffed. 

“Skylar, we want to help you but we need to know what’s wrong.”

 You held your hands out flat in front of you and waited for Skylar to take them. Once he did you closed your hands around his and drew soothing circles into his skin.

“I don’t know where my mommy went. I just wanted to play in the fountain and when I turned around she was gone.” Skylar started tearing up again.

“Okay well, that’s easy enough to fix. Why don’t we help you look for her? Would that be okay?”

Skylar nodded and you stood up dropping one of his hands and started walking around the fountain. You looked back to see Steve staring at you, unmoving.

“Well Cap, are you coming?”

Steve shook himself out of his stupor and jogged to catch up to you and Skylar. You scanned the crowd for anyone that looked like they were searching for someone while asking Skylar questions about his favorite things to keep him calm. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping your movement as he surveyed the crowd.

“Hey, Skylar I think I hear your mom calling you.” Steve grabbed Skylar’s other hand and started walking in the direction of the voice he heard.

“Mommy!” Skylar dropped your hands and ran towards a frantic looking woman.

“Skylar! Don’t you ever run off again, I was so worried.” The woman looked at you and Steve, her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, you’re Captain America! Thank you for helping my son.”

“Actually ma’am it wasn’t me,” Steve gestured towards you. “She was the one who was able to calm him down and get him to tell us what he needed.”

You looked at Steve with an appreciative grin as Skylar’s mom regarded you.

“Well, in any event, thank you for helping him find me.”

Skylar waved goodbye as his mom pulled him towards the street. You looked up at Steve and saw he was already watching you.

“Cap, you have got to stop staring at me. You’re gonna give a girl a complex.” You shoved Steve teasingly.

“You were really good with him. I tried to help but just managed to make it worse.” Steve sighed. “How did you know what to do?”

You scrunched your eyebrows and looked at Steve. “I talk to children every day Steve. I need to know how to calm them down and get them to talk to me.”

Steve pursed his lips together and shook his head. “I didn’t realize you would have to advocate for children too. How do you do it?”

You took in a deep breath before you spoke. “I remind myself that they have already seen people fail them, treat them badly, and make them feel like they are unworthy of any human connection. I could not allow myself to ever be that person to them. I just, I don’t know, I just do it.”

Steve nodded in understanding. “Let me walk you home?”

You laughed at his abrupt question. “Sure thing Cap, but only if we can pick up some pizza on the way because I am starving.”

“Oh,” Steve said shocked. “You want me to stay for dinner?”

“Well, yeah. We’re friends aren’t we?”

Steve smiled checking his phone for any pressing messages. When he saw none he turned to face you.

“I know this great pizza place. I’m buying.”

[cress-meadowforge]

"Perfect cleavage," Myron remarked approvingly to Slate. Cress swallowed oddly, attempting to translate, as they bridged their two worlds.

"He means the stone," Cress explained, setting her water down. "It relates to a gem's hardness. When it has perfect cleavage, it breaks easily along a smooth, flat plane."

Myron nodded, "the mineral itself is fairly common, but to find a specimen of quality is, admittedly, rare." He paused for a minute, observing Slate with his daughter. Then he added, "do you know where we source kyanite from, Mr. Skylar?" One corner of his mouth lifted, or perhaps Cress merely thought it did. "Twelve."

It grew in the metamorphic rock there, mined from shale, shipped to One to be polished and set. Cress wasn't sure what conclusion her father was drawing, or why that seemed to amuse him, but she was grateful when Hestia moved them in a different direction instead.

At the offer, Cress' breath hitched, hopeful eyes flitting from one mother to the next. But Fleur was struck with an expression of confusion, her countenance visibly perplexed. "Will there be much of Twelve?" Fleur inquired, and though she hadn't meant it to, Cress knew the words were wounding.

"They are rebuilding the district, mother," Cress replied, reaching to touch Fleur's hand, but she hardly had the silencing effect that Myron did. Fleur's fingers evaded touch, lifting to grasp her flute of champagne instead.

"Surely, even then, our home would be much more accommodating?" And Cress realized the slight intonation beneath, the inkling of emotion trickling through. Fleur was frightened. Of Twelve? No, surely not. They'd been before. Cress' brows knit, until she realized that it wasn't the district her parents were afraid of: it was Snow. The potential of another bombing, of being casualties in the war.

"We can work out the details later," Cress compromised, trying to sound reassuring. But she was struck with a strange sensation, having never seen her parents like this before: scared, unsure. "But I think that sounds lovely. It will be good to gather together in one home."

Fleur nodded, sipping her drink self-soothingly. And -- to Cress' audible surprise -- she said the most peculiar thing: "Hestia, do you have any older daughters who might like some of Callisto's belongings?"

@slate-skylar

Slate was glad for the pressure of Cress's hand, though this moment was filled with a myriad of complexities, small and large concerns -- the Meadowforges' strange posturing, their oddities, and surely his own mannerisms and affinities were just as odd to them. How would they ever reconcile this divide? How would they be a family? Of course he knew what a family cobbled together by circumstances looked like -- that was the Ember home, though to think of it now brought pain. How much more of these navigations could he take?

He pulled his hand from beneath Cress's so that he could continue to sign as he spoke, responding to the question, glad to be given something simple and good to answer rather than enormous and complex -- his opinions on the districts, his victory tour, his victory itself... "I got a kyanite crystal," he replied, realizing as he fingerspelled k-y-a-n-i-t-e that he did not know the sign for it, and then that they would be able to give her a name sign, something uniquely her. The thought bolstered him, brought some joy. "It's pretty. And we put books on the shelves, she's gonna grow up a reader no matter what. And we have the little--" He cast for the word. Everything in the baby's room was foreign to him, everything exciting and strange. "The mobile, for the crib. For her to like, watch." He was overexplaining, speaking more than he should, and he looked to Hestia. "Like Luna's."

@hestiaember

[redspacewriter]

moodboard prompt: home

Moodboard Prompt: 🏠 by @voile-de-lune​ for an OC and Aviel’s place needed to be shared.

When Aviel and Carl started their own tech company they worked out their shared flat back in Central London. But as they expanded, they both knew that their apartment could no longer house their growing company. After extensive planning and the nods of the rest of their company, they all decided to relocate to Dublin and buy a Contemporary that would double as their company headquarters and their place of living. Current residents of the sleek and stylish Ephrayim, Healy and Co. are Aviel, Carl, Skylar, Jamie, Julie, Ruby and Samantha. Most of money spent on decor was focused on maintaining the tech company look, but here and there you’ll find photos of them. Photos of their first meeting, their Friday dinners, their semi-annual retreats, award ceremonies and tech breakthroughs, you name it. They take it upon themselves to capture every moment to remind them of how much they’ve done and motivate them to keep on going.

[ataraxiaxwrites]

Not a Date

Skylar had yet to adjust to the fact Georgie was not only back in Pine Hollow but in his house. Unused to the water running when he was in another room or the floorboards creaking. Unused to extra plates and silverware missing from the cabinets only to find them on the drainboard. Unused to coming home late from work and finding them on the couch with one of his books or watching the television. It felt too much like the past and too much like a future. Wrestling with the realization of how he missed them and how it’d hurt if they left again. But Skylar would deal with one problem at a time, one minute at a time.

He had texted Rowan earlier in the week because when his mind spun—and all it did was such thanks to Georgie’s confession—she called within five seconds flat, at eight o’clock in the morning. Rowan never answered her phone that early. When Skylar picked up, he wasn’t talking to his sister but rather a video on ten times speed. He filled her in on what he felt was appropriate to say. Georgie had found their family which was something they needed to do, dancing around the truth but not as gracefully as he thought because after a pause came, “there’s more to the story, isn’t there?” 

A loaded question. A smoking gun. But Skylar did not share Georgie’s secret. It was not his. He only said yes and Rowan moved forward. Or rather, Rowan dove way too deep into his feelings and Skylar hung up the phone more exhausted than before. 

Thankfully, for the first time in a while, he had two consecutive days off. Skylar could actually be off weekends, but normally he chose to work them anyways. Something to do, to keep busy. Except there was someone he could spend his time with, feeling a bit guilty for leaving them alone most of the day, hoping Georgie didn’t mind. 

His first thoughts were of them lately. Just like before. 

Waking slowly after eleven, to find Georgie already up (unsurprisingly), Skylar shuffled into the kitchen in a white t-shirt and sweats. He grabbed his moka pot and his coffee from the top of the fridge, blinking at the items for a moment before turning to face Georgie. His brain felt way too sluggish, as it always did before caffeine. “Do you want? You probably already had some but I always make more than one serving so...”