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Buried Socks: Brock Reynolds x Reader (SEAL Team)

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Whenever Brock goes on deployment he takes the plushie you won at the Salute to the Summer Fair with him. He tucks it in his bag, bundled in his clothes so that it doesn’t get messed up during the travel between warzones. He always makes sure to hand the bag off to Davis because the one time he didn’t, it disappeared and he almost never saw it again.

That toy, it’s become his good luck charm, the thought of not having it near him gives him bad juju as Sonny would say.

“It looks just like Cerberus.” You’d smiled as you’d lifted the rifle to your shoulder and peered down the sight line. “I’m going to win it for you.”

It had been your first date and he’d invited you to the fair because he thought it was more your style than dinner at a fancy restaurant. The two of you have been in each other’s orbits a handful times over the past three years and it always ends with you fucking each other’s brains out. It’s only recently it had turned into more because you’re both stationed in Virginia Beach. You finally have a shot at something real.

“Nobody ever wins at these things.” He’d told you because he’s just spent ten bucks trying to do the exact same thing before he’d handed you the gun.

“You forget…” You’d murmured as your finger had come to rest on the trigger. “I’m one of the best snipers in the country.”

He smiles because if there’s one thing Brock never forgets it’s that. It’s the reason the two of you met. You’d been assigned to a mission he was on after Ray had injured his shoulder. Clay was still on medical leave recovering from the explosion that messed up his leg so they’d had to bring in an outsider because they only had one shot at taking down the target and that window was closing.

First active duty female sniper in the US Army, Brock had been fascinated by the legend that came with you. They’d all heard about it, it was big news at the time but they’d never laid eyes on you. As always came the challenges because a woman couldn’t possibly be better than a man. You had run circles around every single one of them.

At the booth you make every single one of those three shots and Brock goes home with a plushie that looks exactly like his best bud. It’s the first time a woman has ever given him a cuddly toy and the night he tells you he’s fallen in love with you.

It’s been a couple of years since then and now the two of you are living together in a small house with a backyard that Cerberus digs up whenever you’re going on deployment. In the weeks leading up to it there’s always a charge in the air, he thinks the dog picks up on that which is why he decides to steal your socks and bury them. It’s his way of trying to get you to stay.

Right now Brock’s laying on his bunk, the encrypted laptop resting on his chest as  he waits for your call. You left for deployment in Pakistan a week before he jumped a plane for Afghanistan. The countries are right next door to each other. In some ways it feels like your neighbours, ones with thousands of insurgents dividing the two of you.

His laptop starts to chime and he hits the button to accept the call, your face appearing in his view.

“Hey.” You say with that beautiful smile of yours and Cerberus’s ears twitch at the sound of your voice. “Are you missing me?”

Cerberus is on his feet in an instant, he jumps up, his front paws coming to rest on Brock’s arm as his handler tilts the screen so that the both of them are in view.

“Not just me.” He tells you, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “We can’t wait to get back home and unbury those socks.”

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Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 17: Something Just Like This

Space. A place in this world to call your own. It's something you had always wanted—something you craved.

For a while, you had that here in your apartment with Hydra and Cerberus, and now Bradley. And you had loved the space you shared with them. Until she came along and contaminated it. Your home, the place that was supposed to be your safe space, had been desecrated.

Maybe that's why, when you woke up in the wee hours of the morning on Tuesday, with Bradley still fast asleep, you found yourself scrolling through real estate sights looking at houses. You hadn't lived in an actual house on earth, ever.

The thought of having one never crossed your mind. Buying a house meant staying somewhere. It was a physical representation of permanence. Something you never had before.

But now, with Bradley, your husband, you wanted a place for the two of you. A place to raise your future family because you were done running. You'd found your place in this world.

You scrolled and scrolled until you found the perfect house. It was a four bedroom colonial. Two stories, fenced in backyard, and a large front porch. It had a pool, which you weren't thrilled about, but you knew Bradley would love.

It was in a quiet neighborhood in Coronado. The house had hardwood floors throughout, and the listing said it had been newly remodeled, which was evident in the pictures.

The outside had beautiful landscaping, which complimented the lime-washed brick of the exterior. The only drawback was the price. For most, it would deter them, but for you, who'd spent over a thousand years saving and investing on earth, it was a drop in the bucket.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you filled in your information to set up a meeting to tour the house at ten in the morning. You didn't want to tell Bradley because it's not something the two of you had talked about, but it felt so right.

So, in the morning, you told him you had some errands to run and a surprise for him when you returned.

When you came back home around two that afternoon, you were giddy with excitement. "Love, pack a bag." You announced to Bradley as you came through the door.

"For?" He asked you with a raised eyebrow.

"For Virginia Beach. I figured we might as well take advantage of this time off that we have. I know you've been wanting to go home for a bit, and I'd love to see where you grew up. So, I made a few calls, worked out a few things, and I booked us two first class tickets. Our flight leaves at five. You announce proudly as you go to your bedroom and pull out some suitcases and start packing.

"Woah, babe, slow down. What about Hyrda and Cerberus?" Bradley asks as you toss clothes at him.

"Penny agreed to pet sit for us." You tell him.

"Well, what about a place to stay? I normally stay with my aunt, but I can't just spring this on her." Bradley asks you concerned.

"Bradley, it wounds me that you don't have faith in me." You mock him as you turn around to face him for the first time. "I got us a hotel. Everything is taken care of. Now start packing!" You scold him as you return to your suitcase.

Bradley exhales, knowing that it's fruitless to argue with you. So, he relents and starts packing alongside you.

An hour and a half later, the two of you are being dropped off at the airport. You decided to Uber rather than leave either of your vehicles there.

The moment you get your bags out, a young man greets both of you. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw. I can take your things for you, and then you can follow me to the lounge."

Bradley looks a little surprised but hands your luggage over. The two of you follow the steward to the first class lounge and take a seat before getting a drink.

Bradley looks around as he settles into the plush chair with a glass of expensive scotch. "This is something else." He remarks. "Have you never flown first class?" You ask him.

"Never. When I fly commercial, I always try to upgrade to business because I'm too big to fit comfortably in economy." He shrugs his shoulders and continues to look around.

"You know, I sometimes forget that you're like, wealthy from being around so long. But then you buy me fancy watches and first-class plane tickets and I remember." Bradley chuckles.

"Bradley, Love." You lean forward in your chair. "I'm not wealthy. We are wealthy. You're my husband. For better or worse, what's mine is yours." You remind him.

"If you say so—still—it's a lot to take in." He sighs as he checks the time on his aforementioned expensive watch that you bought him.

A little while later, the two of you are on the plane tucked into your first class suite with all the bells and whistles, complete with lie-flat seats and a door.

Bradley is engrossed in finding out what all the buttons do when a flight attendant comes by with two glasses of champagne as you wait for take off.

"We didn't order these." Bradley says, but you pat his shoulder and chuckle. "They are complimentary. Perks of first class." You smile at him before grabbing the glasses and toasting. Minutes later, a dinner menu appears, and Bradley marvels at all of the choices, unable to decide.

You lean back in your chair and watch him over the rim of your glass. He's like a kid in a candy store. It warms your heart that you are able to give him all of this. You thought maybe completing your quest for worthiness was your purpose in life, but looking at your husband, you realize loving him is your true purpose.

The roughly six hour flight goes smoothly. After dinner, your suite is converted to a bed so you and Bradley can get some sleep. However, the two of you decide that joining the mile-high club was a better idea. You came with Bradley's hand firmly covering your mouth and his chest pressed against your back with him whispering absolutely filthy praises in your ear about how you were such a good girl for him.

By the time the two of you made it to your hotel late that evening, you were both thoroughly exhausted. You took a quick shower together before curling up to get some much needed sleep before meeting his family tomorrow.

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You woke up the next day extremely nervous.

Today, you would meet Carole's sister, Bradley's Aunt Marsha, her husband Tom, and their three children.

While the two of you were getting dressed, Bradley could sense that you were worried. The entire drive there in your rental car, he assured you that they would love you, and everything would be fine.

You felt nauseous as he pulled into their driveway. His aunt and uncle had a lovely home, and Bradley told you that they were great people, but this was all new to you.

You held his hand tightly as you climbed the couple of steps that led to the front door. Bradley rang the doorbell, and the two of you patiently waited for someone to answer. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze just before the door opened, and a lovely middle-aged woman with short blonde hair opened the door.

"Oh my goodness! Bradley! What are you doing here?!" The woman, who you knew had to be his aunt because she looked just like Carole, exclaimed as she pulled him in for a hug before cupping his face. She hadn't noticed you yet.

"Hey, Aunt Marsha! I had a few days off, so I thought I would fly out here and surprise you. I also wanted to introduce you to someone." Bradley said as you pulled you closer to him. "Y/N, this is my Aunt Marsha. Aunt Marsha, this is Y/N, my wife." Bradley smiled.

Bradley's aunt stood there silently for a moment before a wide grin spread across her face. You turned her head over her shoulder and called into her home. "Tom, Conner, Alyssa, Maddie, meet me in the living room. Bradley is here, and he brought his wife!"

Marsha ushers the two of you inside and directs you to her living room, where you sit down on the sofa.

"Marsha, what are you going on about?" And older gentleman, whom you assume is her husband, comes into room holding a cup of coffee before stopping in his tracks when he spies you and Bradley sitting on couch. You aren't sure what to do, so you shyly wave at him. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say anything, Bradley's cousin burst into the room. "Mom, what do you mean Bradley brought his—" a tall boy who has blonde curls similar to Bradley's stops short when he sees the two of you. "—Wife." He finishes in a choked tone. The two girls stand there silently, each mirroring their father's shocked expression with wide eyes and mouthed slightly agape.

Marsha stands up and scolds her husband and children. "Don't just stand there, introduce yourselves!"

All at once, the four of them move toward you. You and Bradley both stand up, and you shake hands with his Uncle Tom and his cousins Conner, Alyssa, and Maddie. You a sit back down, and there is an awkward silence in the room.

"Well, Y/N, tell us about yourself, honey." Bradley's aunt breaks the silence as she brings in cups of coffee for all of you. You take the mug and take a deep breath.

"Well, I'm a pilot like Bradley is, I'm originally from North Carolina. I'm thrity-one. I'm Greek. I have a dog and a cat, my rank is Commander, I graduated from the Naval Academy, and my parents passed away when I was nineteen. Oh, and my call sign is Hades." You say, telling them what you'd practiced on the drive over here.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry to hear about your folks." Marsha says. "It's fine, Mrs. Edwards." You shrug your shoulders. Bradley's aunt shakes her head.

"Mrs. Edwards is my mother in law. I'm Marsha or Aunt Marsha, whichever you prefer. We are family now." She smiles at you coming to sit by you on the couch and resting her hands over yours.

"Aren't you just the most beautiful woman. If there's one thing those Bradshaw boys can do, it's pick a beautiful wife. My goodness Bradley, she is gorgeous." Marsha compliments you. "Thank you." You smile back at her. "And she went to the Academy and is a Commander. That means she outrank you, doesn't it?" Marsha asks him.

"She sure does." Bradley chuckles. "Beautiful and smart. No wonder you couldn't stop talking about her when you came out to Maddie's graduation!" Marsha laughs, and Bradley blushes. You turn to him a quirk an eyebrow.

"Oh, honey, you should have heard him. He wouldn't stop talking about you!" Aunt Marsha says. "So, tell me the story, how did you two meet and all that jazz?" She asks you.

"Bradley was assigned to be my wingman, and we became friends and found out by accident that we were neighbors. We kind of danced around the fact that we liked each other for a while until Bradley asked me out on a date on my birthday. We went out the next day. Dinner and the boardwalk amusement park. He won me a stuffed shark!" You cheer as you tell them.

"Then Bradley got hurt, and I convinced him to move in with me, and last week, he proposed, and we eloped on the beach." You say, leaving out some of the more supernatural details before showing her your ring.

"This was your mother's ring, wasn't it?" Marsha asks with a few tears in her eyes. "Yes, yes, it was." Bradley says to her.

"She and Nick would have loved you." Marsha smiles at you. "You know, I never met two people who were more perfect for each other than my sister and Goose. You know he proposed after four dates. I guess when you know you know. I know Carole never loved anyone else after him. I hope they found each other in the afterlife and are happy together." Marsha sighs.

"They are." You sigh, and she looks at you confused. "I mean—I'm sure they are. Bradley has told me so much about them." You recover quickly. Marsha sighs before getting up to take your coffee cups. You offer to help her and follow her dutifully into the kitchen. You set the mugs down on the counter and turn to ask Marsha if she'd like help washing them.

But as you turn, your elbow catches the handle of one, and it crashes to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! Let me clean it up!" You drop to your knees to grab the broken fragments of ceramic. A sharp piece catches your index finger and you wince, drawing back at the pain.

You bring your finger up to examine yourself and notice the fresh, crimson blood leaking out of the cut. Your eyes go wide with shock. This isn't supposed to happen.

"Are you okay, dear? Here, let me get the broom." Marsha says as she scoops you to your feet and sweeps up the mess. "I'm so sorry." You say to her again.

"Oh, honey, don't you worry. There's a hundred more where that came from. Do you need a bandage? Come over to the sink and grab a stool, I'll clean you up." She says.

"I'm fine." You assure her as you wash the blood from your hands.

Hours later, you and Bradley's family, well, your family now, are gathered around the dining room tabled eating. The cut and dropped mug from earlier long forgotten.

The atmosphere is warm and welcoming and it's nice to sit down and have a family dinner where everyone wants you around.

It's nice to have a real family.

That night, when the two of you leave, Marsha and Tom insist that they have enough room for the two of you to sleep over, but Bradley tells them you already have a hotel room. His aunt makes you promise to come over again before you leave so she can show you some photo albums of Bradley through the years. When you return the next day, you spend hours flipping through them with her. Bradley blushes every time Marsha shows you one that he deems embarrassing, but you love every minute of it.

The two of you spend the next few days exploring. The day before you're set to leave, Bradley takes you to the graveyard where his parents are buried.

As you drive into the cemetery in your rented car, you hold tight to Bradley's hand. Afraid of what might happen if you don't.

He drives up a hill and stops at the top, pulling the car over to the shoulder and shutting off the engine. You both unbuckle, but you reach for his arm before exiting. "Bradley, wait," you say, catching him by the elbow.

"What's wrong, Angel?" He asks you with a soft expression. "I just—I just need to do something before we go out there. C'mere." You say to him as you pull him closer.

You lean over the console of the rental car and thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of Bradley's neck before pressing your foreheads together. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths hoping that your idea works.

You break apart and look down, and a smile graces your features as you see what you were hoping to see.

"What was that about?" Bradley questions you. "I was seeing if we were tethered." You tell him. He cocks an eyebrow, still unsure.

"Graveyards and one of the places that I can easily travel back to the Underworld. When I'm in my true goddess form, I can see the portals inside them. But when I'm in my mortal form, I can't. If I would accidentally pass through one, I don't know if I would be strong enough to make it back. But if I'm tethered to you, I have something connecting me here to the mortal world. It keeps me safe." You explain to him.

"How do you know we are tethered?" Bradley asks. "Look at your ring. You should be able to see it." Bradley looks down, and there's a gold string running between the two of you. "Holy shit." He breathes out. "How—how is that possible? How can I see this?"

"Because you're the King of the Underworld. And as much as I never thought they existed, Bradley, you're my soulmate. Only soulmates can be tethered. It's how they find each other in the afterlife." You explain to him.

"But, but I thought you said we couldn't be soulmates. That our marriage could never be real?" Bradley shakes his head.

"Ancient laws are tricky. But I think you made it real, Bradley." You say as the pieces fall into place in your mind. "How?" He retorts.

"Because you made me an alter the first time we made love. You said you would worship at my hips, worship me. You made me an alter, and so when we got married—"

"We married at an alter of the Gods, an alter for you." He finishes. "Exactly." You smile. "So what does that mean, Angel?" Bradley presses further. "It means they can't take you from me. Gods can't tear apart soulmates. Looks like you're stuck with me." You chuckle.

Bradley smiles and kisses you before stepping out of the vehicle and coming to open your door. You slip your hand in his as the two of you walk to the headstone that marks his parent's resting place.

The two of you walk up, and Bradley introduces you as if they were actually standing in front of you. He starts talking about you to them, and you can't fight the tears that slip down your cheek at his one-sided conversation.

It's moving to watch him talk about your love and your marriage to his parents. He does it in such an enthusiastic manner that it makes your heart swell. Bradley wraps an arm around you and pulls you close after a few minutes and the two of you bask in the silence.

"I've met them." You say after a few long minutes. "What?" Bradley whispers as he looks down at you.

"I've met them. In the Underworld. The day your mother passed. I was in the Underworld trying to figure out a way to stay. She walked into Paradise asking about "her Goose." I thought she was talking about a pet until she explained that Goose was he husband's call sign. I got to see them reunite. It was— beautiful." You say to him.

"So they really are together. You meant it when you said that at Aunt Marsha's house?" Bradley tears up.

"They are together and happy and still in love. I'm sure you've heard this before, but you really do look so much like your father." You say as you cup his cheek. Your thumb brushes away some of his tears.

"I'm sorry I never told you before." You apologize. "It's okay. I understand why you didn't." Bradley says as he places his hand over yours. "I'm also sorry that I can't take you there to see them. If I was stronger—if I had my full powers—I could." You sigh, angry at yourself.

"It's okay, Angel. I know you could if you would." He whispers before kissing your forehead and pulling you in for a hug. The two of you stand there for a moment before you ask Bradley the question that's been on your mind. "Bradley, where do you want to be buried?"

He pulls back and thinks for a moment. "I never really thought about it. I always figured I'd either burn in, and there wouldn't be anything left of me or that I'd die alone and get boxed up and put in some military graveyard. But I think— I think I'd like to be buried here, with my parents. I'd like to have this view forever." He says as the two of you watch the hues of red and orange paint the evening sky.

"I think I can make sure that happens. Right here is going to be the perfect spot to spend eternity with you." You say. Bradley shakes his head. He doesn't say it, but he knows that he's going to die before you. But you've already promised him that you won't let him go without you. He just hopes you're both old and have lived a full life with that happens.

The two of you say goodbye to Goose and Carole with a promise to visit again soon before leaving.

Your flight home the next day is uneventful.

It's mid afternoon by the time you make it back. The two of you Uber back to your apartment before going to pick up Cerby and Hydra from Mav and Penny. You insist on driving to go get them. Bradley makes a fuss about it but ultimately gives in and hands you your keys.

"Angel, this isn't the way to Mav and Penny's." Bradley remarks as you make a turn. "I know." You hum back. You drive for a few more minutes before you pull into your final destination.

"Honey, who's house is this?" Bradley asks you as you pull in the driveway. "It's for sale. Let's go take a look." You say before hoping out of the car and bounding up the steps to the front door.

"Angel—baby—Hades, wait! We can't just go in a house that's for sale. We don't know if someone might be here!" Bradley scolds you as he follows you up the steps.

"No one is home, and we can go in if we have the key." You reply as you hold up the shiny piece of metal before unlocking the door. "How did you get that?" Bradley interrogates you as you step inside. "I have my ways." You laugh. "C'mon, Bradley, look around with me. Don't be such a kill joy." You tease him as you begin to flit throughout the space.

The bay windows along the back wall let in tons of natural like, and the floor plan is open concept with the kitchen, living room, and dining room flowing into one another. Gorgeous amber colored hardwoods run throughout the house and there is a fireplace along one wall.

The kitchen has beautiful light grey cabinets with white counter tops, and all the appliances are stainless steel. Bradley follows you up the stairs as he takes in all of the bedrooms before you lead him downstairs to the back patio and outdoor kitchen and the pool.

"Isn't this place amazing, Love?" You say to him with starry eyes.

"It's great, but—"He says hesitantly. "But what?" You ask him as you wrap your arms around his middle. "This is an expensive neighborhood and I know that you have money—"

"We have money." You correct him.

"We have money." He sighs. "But I don't want to spend so much of it. You earned that, and it's not fair."

You chuckle. "Bradley, I can't take it with me. And I've never had a reason to have a house until now. I mean, think about it. The yard would be perfect for Cerby and later on some kids. I mean, this would be the perfect home to raise our family in. You could teach them to swim in that pool while I make snacks in the outdoor kitchen. We could have our friends over. Heck, your aunt and uncle and cousins could come visit us. This place would be the perfect home for us!" You try to reason with him.

"I guess you're right. A place like this would be perfect for us to have a family. I guess we could talk to a realtor." Bradley laughs as the thought of you standing in the kitchen round and pregnant with his child while a toddler is running around the back yard with him creeps into his mind.

"We don't have to talk to a realtor, Bradley." You tell him. "I'm pretty sure we do, honey." Bradley chuckles.

"I'm pretty sure we don't. When we pulled up, you asked me whose house this was. Well, it's our house, Bradley. Welcome home." You say as you take a step back and dangle a key in front of him.

"You—you bought us a house? When? How?" He stammers, taking in your words. "The morning we left for Virginia. You'd be amazed what you can get done for the right amount of money.

"So you, you own this?" Bradley sweeps his hand around.

"We own this." You smile.

Bradley is silent for a moment before he picks you up and spins you around and carries you out the front door and onto the porch.

"Bradley? What are you doing?" You laugh. "I'm supposed to carry you across the threshold. It's tradition." He says with a matter of fact tone before doing just that. You break out into a fit of giggles as he sets you down and starts going through your home in earnest.

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Two weeks later, the two of you are all moved in. Your furniture fills the room, your photos and decor fill the walls and shelves. Your dishes sit in the cabinets, and Hydra and Cerberus have settled in nicely.

You've just come out of your huge new shower and are doing your nighttime routine when you notice a bruise from when you hit the corner of the kitchen island when making dinner, but you shake it off. As you apply some lotion, you notice the small scar on your hand from the mug you broke in Virginia.

When you go to inspect it further, you suddenly realize just how tired you are as you let out a yawn. You don't dwell on it because Bradley is calling you to come to bed, and the idea of being wrapped up in his big strong arms is the only thing you can be bothered to think of right now.

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"And then when she was in escrow earlier this month, her broker called her late at night on May 17, a Friday, with some bad news.

The seller wanted to pull out of the deal.

Why? “You could hear the fear and disbelief in his voice,” Dr. Baxter said, recalling what her broker told her next. “He said, ‘I don’t know how to tell you this, but she doesn’t want to sell the home to you, and it’s because you’re Black.’”

The seller, Jane Walker, 84, is white.

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Two federal laws — the Fair Housing Act of 1968 and the much older Civil Rights Act of 1866 — make it illegal for both home sellers and their real estate agents to discriminate during a home sale. But more than 50 years after redlining was outlawed, racial discrimination remains an issue, housing advocates say. A multiyear undercover investigation by the National Fair Housing Alliance, a Washington-based nonprofit coalition of housing organizations, found that 87 percent of real estate agents participated in racial steering, opting to show their clients homes only in neighborhoods where most of the neighbors were of their same race. Agents also refused to work with Black buyers and showed Black and Latino buyers fewer homes than white buyers.

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... with the home sale in escrow and on the same day of a home inspection, Dr. Baxter and Dr. Gamble made the three-hour drive to Virginia Beach to see the house in person for the first time. Ms. Walker arrived as the couple was leaving, and Ms. Walker’s agent, Susan Pender of Berkshire Hathaway RW Towne Realty, introduced the seller to the buyer.

Shortly after Dr. Baxter and Dr. Gamble drove away from the home, Ms. Walker informed her agent that she was not willing to sell her home to a person who is Black and she wished to cancel the sale, according to a chronology of events compiled by Mr. Miller and shared with The New York Times by Dr. Baxter. Mr. Miller declined to comment, and Ms. Pender did not respond to multiple requests for comment.

But what followed, according to Dr. Baxter and Dr. Gamble and supported by Mr. Miller’s recounted, written timeline, was a series of frantic actions by real estate agents on both sides focused on salvaging the home deal.

...

Dr. Baxter’s home sale remains set to close later this summer. But even if the deal goes through, her rights under the Fair Housing Act have still been potentially violated, said Brenda Castañeda, deputy director of advocacy for HOME of VA, a nonprofit that assists Virginians who believe they have experienced housing discrimination. Real estate agents are required by law to not discriminate, which means they must inform sellers who insist on acting with prejudice that they will not represent them, and extricate themselves from a sale if the seller will not acquiesce. But there are other ways discrimination can play out.

“I don’t know that you can cure discrimination just by changing your mind and going through with the deal,” Ms. Castañeda said, adding that the actions of the real estate agents on both sides could also be a violation. “There may be damages experienced by that person because they’ve experienced a loss of their civil rights and the distress of having a discriminatory statement said to them.”

She added, “Dr. Baxter has experienced harm whether the transaction goes through or not. We just want this to be a wake-up call to people.”"

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/05/31/realestate/race-home-buying-raven-baxter.html

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

Intoxicated Pt2

Summery: The Girl that has Jake so messed up, and intoxicated comes back.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, age gap, drinking, little smut, dirty talk

Jake still couldn’t get her out of his mind, she was always there in his mind, the taste of her lips was leaving him now, the feel of her body on his. But what really got him was she left him after one, Jake’s friends dragged him out of his house for the night. He was very reluctant to go but, they dragged him to the hard deck, Jake sat at a table sipping his beer. He threw no cocky remarks to anyone “Who the hell broke Jake's heart?” Payback questioned, the whole team shrugged they had no idea who did break his heart “A girl.” Jake said finally having it “Wait the girl you took home almost a month ago?” Bradley questioned “Oh my gosh yes.” He said, sighing “Wait, thought you didn’t get attached?” Fanboy questioned him, “I don’t but her.” He said leaning his head back, no had ever seen Jake like this “The hell did that girl do to him.” Nat whispered to Javy “No fucking clue he ain’t told me shit. What I do know is his bottle of Jack is almost empty.” He said shrugging, everyone knew Jake never touched his bottle of Jake unless the longhorn or Cowboys scored or lost a game “How bad did this girl mess him up.” Bradley asked, “I feel like we should tell Mav.” Fanboy said “He still can fly?” Fanboy questioned, the door of the hard deck opened and a girl came in, they all looked at her and looked back at Jake

The girl order her Jack and sat down like she did a month and scanned for aviator she left in bed, before she was called to Virginia Beach for Uncle Sam “If your looking for Jake he’s over there.” Bartender nodded her head to where the group was, she nodded and grabbed her glass and walked over to the group, the group noticed her immediately, she sat down next to Jake “You going to buy a girl a drink?” She asked him he looked up and smiled “No, I plan on doing more than buying her drink.” Jake said getting up and grabbing her hand, he guided her through the crowd, walked up to the bar and put a 20 on the bar “Where’s the truck.” She questioned him “Kinda got dragged here.” He said “Oh my cars here’s.” She said nodding to the Honda accord, they walked over and both got in “where too?” She questioned him “Somewhere we can talk.” He smiled, she drove to a little beach house and parked in the driveway, they both walked up to the front and soon as they were Jakes lips were in hers “I thought you wanted to talk?” She questioned him “We can talk in the morning right now I want to feel your body on mine and taste your lips.” He said against her lips, he moved down her throat “Fuck.” She said, grabbing his hair, she leaned her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. “You never told me your name.” He whispered against her neck “Hazal.” She said breathlessly “A pretty name for a pretty little sin.” He smirked against her neck “Fuck.” She mumbled, Jake's hands moved up her shirt “Bedroom?” He questioned her “First door.” She said, Jake picked her up and took her there laying her on the bed, she pulled Jake in by his jeans and started undoing his belt, Jake kicked off his boots and she was able to wrap her legs around him and pull him in being able to take off her shoes, Jake took off her shirt and bra and trailed kisses down to the top of her shorts “Fuck.” She moaned

After all was said and done they laid in her bed bed sheets covering them up, “God you're intoxicating.” Jake said kissing her “You wanted to talk.” She said “I said we could talk in the morning.” He said “Jake, I can’t promise I’ll be here again when you wake, Uncle Sam is unpredictable with my job.” She said “What does Uncle Sam need you for?” He questioned her “I find high value targets for the seals.” She said smiling, he nodded his head. It made sense why she left that morning now, it still hurts that she didn't wake him “I want you to be mine, over the past month. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He said looking up at her “Jake, you don’t know me.” She said, shaking her head “I want to know you Hazal.”

Okay how do we feel about me making this a series it kinda just all came to me and now I kinda love these two

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Infandous, by Elana K. Arnold

Before I even opened this book, I had to Google something. The meaning of infandous. For those who, like me, didn't know this word, it means something that brings a sense of terrible disgust and aversion.

But, more importantly, for us Infandous is the name of a 2015 contemporary novel by Elana K. Arnold. The book follows the life of Sephora Golding, a 16 years old girl who lives in her mother's shadow.

Sephora, nicknamed Seph, was named by her mom after the makeup store. That should tell you all the you need to know about her mom, the beautiful Rebecca. Rebecca had had a promising career in modeling until she got pregnant with Sephora at 17. Unable to work and kicked out of her parents house, Rebecca had no one to help her, specially since the baby's daddy had left, and raised Sephora by herself in Venice Beach (it's hard to not think of Lana every time I read these words).

It's summer. School is out and the air is hot in California. Seph spends her time in her studio making sculptures and hanging out with her best friend, Marissa.

Seph has a deep admiration for her mother's beauty, to the point that I had started wondering if the incest was between them (I knew this book was incestuous before picking it up - otherwise I wouldn't have bothered doing so - but I didn't knew exactly between whom the incest was) but, at the same time, she seems to resents Rebecca's superficiality and their terrible living conditions. She has never met her father nor knows anything about him, liking to live with just her mom.

The winter before, while on the beach, Seph meets Felix, a surfer on his thirties that was visiting Venice Beach. She decides she wants him and when he invites her to dinner, she agrees. Seph lies about herself, telling him she's 19 instead of 16 and that her name is Annie. After dinner, they kiss and have sex in Felix's hotel room. We don't know much about this event at this point, but Seph clearly doesn't want to talk about Felix to anyone.

Seph makes it clear to the reader that she's not the type to have sex with random man, but that there had been something about Felix that she couldn't turn away from. That something is GSA.

Rebecca's newest hookup, an younger guy named Jordan, gets Seph a job in a surfer shop, which she learns to like.

After calling her many times, Seph finally picks up the phone and answers Felix, who lets her know he is going back to California and wants to meet up with 'Annie' again. To put some extra distance between them, Seph goes to visit her aunt in Georgia.

And dude, this part is filled with incest potential. Seph cousins are 11 and 13 and "both the girls are a little obsessed with [Seph's] boobs". Which is treated as normal by the narrative.... I've a younger female cousin and she never ever started at my boobs in the intensive way that Seph describes her cousins doing. But okay...

No, actually, the whole book is filled with hits of incest. From Seph's constant babbling about her mother's beauty and sex life to Seph saying that Marissa is like a sister to her and that why she kisses her on the lips when Marissa asks.

Anyway, back to the plot. Seph returns to Venice Beach and Felix calls her again, begging her to at least tell him what he did wrong but she doesn't tells him anything.

Last winter, after her hookup with Felix, Seph was going through her mom's stuff when she found a photo of her mom with Felix, from eight before the time Rebecca got pregnant.

Back to the summer, Jordan tries to have Seph's art exposed at the store and in new board designs. At this point, the book explains the meaning of infandous so I guess I didn't have to look it up before reading.

Seph's design becomes famous in Virginia Beach, and every surfer wants a surf board with her art. It shouldn't be a surprise then when Felix comes to the store, looking to buy one for himself. At first, she considers continuing to pretend to be Annie, but quickly changes her mind and confesses being Sephora Golding, and that he knew her mother. Felix enters in shock, piecing it together. He leaves the shop in a hurry, unable to speak.

Seph's story is interwoven with chapters telling fairy-tales and myths revolving around rape. The last fairy tale is The Mermaid and the Wolf, which is the only tale that isn't real (it exists solely in this book). A mermaid is an image often associated with Rebecca, while Felix is connected to wolves. In the tale, a mermaid and a wolf have a child who is a seal, and that seal goes on to have sex with the wolf, making this tale basically a recap of the book.

"And when the wolf returned, the seal girl did not recognize him and he did not guess that she was of his flesh. So they fell together in the sand, and he knew her as he had known her mother."

Elana K. Arnold's prose is beautiful and introspective. That, coupled with the hot California air, reminded me a lot of Francesca Lia Block's Wasteland. Some people online consider that Felix raped Seph, but I disagree. The scene doesn't reads as a rape. He was older than her, but she lied her age, so it's not like he's a child predator either. Seph's regret comes from finding out he is her father, not from the sexual act itself.

I wish the book had been longer and showcased more of Felix and Seph. What happens after he left the store? Will he try to call her again to reconnect with his daughter? The good part of an open ending is that it allows you to make up whatever you want.

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7. what was your life like last year? : So last year was surprisingly stressful. My job, which I do Release Readiness for a large Fortune 500 company, had no direct manager and we were short handed for an entire year. Just led to unnecessary stress. It was also the first year since 2020 that I traveled again, went to NOLA for a Vampire LARP and Virginia Beach for my first wedding anniversary.

30. favourite tv show(s): So TV is my weakness, but my top 5 are Battlestar Galactica, the West Wing, The X-Files(which holds a special place in my heart as it was my introduction to fandom in the early 2000s when I was a young teen) and The OA. The 5th changes a bunch. Maybe Doctor Who? Idk I l also have a weakness for cop shows.

53. 5 things that make me happy: 1) My cats, Merry and Pippin. They are my babies. 2) The ocean, in a land locked state, I need to return to the ocean every few years or I go insane. 3) my little library room that I finally have set up... 3 years after buying my house. 4) I love having the ability to act or larp. It's freeing and does something nice to my soul. 5) blasting music to make me cry or laugh.

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Or: The Piece of the Berlin Wall in My Attic

There is a piece of the Berlin Wall in my attic. It is my only piece of Germany.

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All of my family spoke German. My mom learned as a kid, and went back for college; My dad and I learned in school; My brother picked up the phrases dropped around the house.

My mom helps me learn while I’m in middle school-- We whisper back and forth: Ich liebe dich, Mutti, I say, My lips stumbling on the chs, Muddying the vowels of liebe.

But it’s ok. Ich liebe dich auch, Schatzi

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It is nineteen seventy-four And I am five years old. My mom takes me to the corner store 'Cuz I can buy eggs for her. She doesn’t speak German so good, But I do, picking up the harsh consonants With the grace of a child.

It is nineteen seventy-four, And every Sunday the villagers sit by the river shore. I don’t understand yet, But my parents tell me of a border, Closed too fast, Of family left behind, Of mothers and brothers Gone off to market forever.

It is nineteen seventy-four, And my dog goes for a swim. I don’t understand why my mother screams.

It is nineteen seventy-four, And the border guards  In their shiny boats Train their guns onto my beloved lab mix.

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I know nothing of Germany first-hand. I realize this many times, in many places-- I realize in a silly German-themed restaurant With a stein of Bier in front of me, Three plates of Wurst on the table, When suddenly the guy across from me leans over to ask So, how authentic is the sauerkraut?

I don’t know. How would I know. The sauerkraut I’ve had mostly comes  From bags in the supermarket.

But I think of my mother anyways, And decide she would like the lager And the live accordion music And the cheer of Prost! after every song. So I say: It’s pretty good.

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It is nineteen seventy-eight, And my father’s coworkers come for dinner. He doesn’t talk much about work. I’m old enough now to know he can’t, And old enough too to know How he never says the things that matter.

We have steak.  Steak! real steak. We can’t afford steak, Or the elegant bottle of red wine that goes with it. The coworkers wear fancy uniforms. My dad wears his too.

I’m sent to bed between the steak and the wine But I already learned the words ‘intelligence operation’ long ago.

It is nineteen seventy-eight-- I’m whisked to bed as the men speak English.

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We all spoke German, once, But my mom was truly fluent. She was never one for grammar, Oh, but her pronunciation was spot on.

We met a man on the beach one winter, Nobody out but us and him. He was visiting Florida from Munich, he said, While I stumble through an introduction.

My mother made their conversation sound like art.

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It is nineteen seventy-eight again: I turn nine sitting on moving boxes. I go to school in Virginia. I forget my Deutsch.

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My mom used to correct my dad’s pronunciation. He’d hold up the empty bottle of milk Laughing Es ist tot Or tell her Ich habe keine Idee And she’d laugh back and tell him To make sure the ch was in the back of his throat.

To be fair to my dad, He never spoke much High German. He learned some in the classroom, sure, But he knew Pennsylvania Dutch, With the vowels shifted, And the words swapped out. Still, he’d spent enough time in the classroom To know all the High German grammar.

Funny how neither was truly German: My mom from Virginia,  And her parents from somewhere, Maryland; My dad struggling through the language of the Amish, Despite being presbyterian.

A family from nowhere, White wonderbread, And yet,

He knew so much grammar, then. She knew the word for everything. 

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It is nineteen eighty-eight; I live in Hamburg now, Just for the year. I love it.

I speak German again, A few semesters of classes, Plus cajoling my advisor to let me go, And I know more German than ever.

I mostly use it to order beer and rice pudding. I’m too broke for fancy food.

My friends are broke students too, And they dodge the cops on the U-bahn Using an overly thick American accent To stutter out the words “Ich nicht Fernseher!” 'Til the cops let them go, Muttering “dumme Amerikaner!” at their backs.

It is nineteen eighty-eight; I backpack around the country during school breaks And cross at Checkpoint Charlie while in Berlin. I laugh at the cardboard cars with my friend. She’s nearly arrested going back through-- She changed some money in a back alley And got caught-- But it’s fine, we’re young and stupid and invincible. We make it through questioning just fine.

It is nineteen eighty-eight And I’m in love with Deutschland.

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I’ve been watching my parents forget their German for years. My mom struggles to remember anything more than basic words. My dad’s pronunciation isn’t really Pennsylvanian now, just poor.

I’m not sure I can say I’ve forgotten mine When I don’t think I count as having ever known.

It’s been years for all of us, Years since the year in Hamburg, Years since the classes.

I know less than a hundred words of German, Most of which are crude. I can’t ask basic questions, But I can make that one joke about a Handy.

I can taste the bitterness of my accent, Thick on everything I try to say, The vowels shifting, The consonants rounding out, Softening.

I still have the eszett down, And of course I would be good at the scharfes S; What am I if not sharp enough to sting, If not spießig, weiß, und Scheiße?

Scheiße auf das, Scheiße auf mich, Scheiße auf meine schlechtes Deutsch.

How funny that I trip on the vowels of liebe, Even now; I’m still fucking up the only word that matters.

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It is nineteen eighty-nine, Early november, And I listen to the radio. The USSR has been falling to bits, The iron curtain long since opened.

Someone announces the wall is falling.

It is the ninth of November,  and I’m ordering train tickets. My classes are important, But this is history.

I don’t know it yet, but my masters thesis will be on this moment.

It is the ninth and then the tenth of November, And there’s a crowd at the wall. I’m part of it.

We’re breaking it down bit by bit, The wave of people doing the work of demolition teams. I break off pieces with my own hands.

It is November tenth, nineteen eighty-nine, And I hold a chunk of unified Berlin.

                   🙠 ❇ 🙢

It is twenty twenty-four, And I do not speak German,  And there is a piece of the Berlin wall in my attic.

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