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steddie falls into porn cliches on accident

Steve was in the middle of washing the conditioner out of his hair, loving the silky smooth feeling and watching the water turn from cloudy to clear as it was all rinsed out. He was ready to start washing his body in earnest now, when he heard the doorbell ring.

For a second, he was ready to just ignore it, thinking it might be a delivery or someone trying to solicit. They could leave whatever they had on the doorstep or keep moving. Then the bell rang a second time and Steve remembered that he was in fact supposed to answer it.

Robin had hired a plumber to fix their sink. She told him they'd be coming between 8 am to noon. Steve had gotten in the shower exactly at eight, thinking surely he had enough time in that window. What kind of plumber showed up this promptly!?

Steve turned the shower off and grabbed the first robe off the hook. It wasn't his, he knew that. But in his defense, Robin wasn't home and he liked to air dry when he could. She could get mad at him later for snagging hers. He tied it hastily, rushing to the door before the plumber left.

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Eddie waited for the door to be answered, checking his watch while he did. Today was his only appointment, so he thought he was doing well by showing up on the early end of the window. He was ready to spout the rehearsed script when the door opened. Good morning, Munson and Son Plumbing. You got a problem with your drain pipe? Well I'm here to fix it. Fun fact, I'm a guitarist, so I'm pretty good with my hands. Anyone you know looking for lessons?

His uncle didn't always like him plugging his side gig, but putting up posters around neighborhoods wasn't quite as successful as actual face time. Then the door fully opened and he got an entire eyeful. A dripping wet god of a man, his modesty just barely preserved in a bath robe. It did nothing to hide his thick, hairy thighs or impressive chest.

"Hi I'm here to handle your pipe!", Eddie blurted out. "I'm mean I'm good with my hands! P...plumbing! I'm the plumber, I'm here for your plumbing."

"Oh, y-yeah, we've been expecting you", Steve tried to close the top of his robe more and that made Eddie self conscious about staring.

Steve introduced himself and Eddie did the same as he was let into the house, somehow not putting his foot in his mouth as he did. Steve took him to the problem sink and Eddie got to work while Steve excused himself.

He went into his room, looking for something presentable only to find it was mostly his stuff for the club. Definitely not appropriate for a plumber visit. Then he remembered why. He had started a load of laundry last night. And when he woke up this morning, putting it in the dryer so it'd be ready once he was done with his shower.

He went to the laundry room to do just that, emptying the contents of the dryer into his hamper, bending over to do so. Once he was done, he'd be able to put together an outfit that didn't make him look like a desperate housewife.

Eddie had just finished tangling with the pipe. It didn't take as long as he had expected but his shirt was drenched now. He listened out for Steve, hoping he was nearby so that he didn't have to call for him, only to hear something...odd.

He followed the sound until he came to an open door and realized what the sounds were - little grunts of effort. Eddie bit his lip, letting logic and reason work themselves out. Steve knew he had someone in the house and the door was wide open so he couldn't be-

Eddie walked through the door and there was Steve, bent over, top half in the dryer, bottom half sticking out. His robe had began to hitch up, revealing just the bottom of that perfect ass.

"Holy shit", Eddie squeaked out.

"Hey? Plumber guy? I know this is awkward but would you mind helping me out? My robe got caught on something and I can't-I can't free myself."

"Um, okay? So should I just...should I just?", Eddie got behind Steve, hands fumbling. Should he adjust the robe or would that be rude?

"Just grab me and pull", Steve said, wriggling around more and stopping when he heard a rip.

"Yeah, okay, yeah I'll just", Eddie grabbed Steve's hips and pulled, to no avail.

"Gonna have to do it a bit harder than that", Steve said. "Here I'll, I'll try and push too."

Eddie swallowed as he pulled again, Steve's hips coming flush with his own and eliciting a gasp from the other man.

"A...again."

Eddie pulled again, harder this time. He had kind of been working with a half chub. The kind Steve had to feel right between his cheeks every time Eddie pulled on him.

Steve gasped with each time their hips came together and it was getting hard to pretend his asshole didn't flutter with each movement.

"Fuck, just fuck me already", Steve whined.

Eddie wasted no time in dropping his pants and rubbing his cock against Steve's ass, precum dripping and Steve still wet from the shower. The tip slipped in with ease and then the rest of him and Steve's hips wouldn't stay still and then he was fucking him oh shit he was fucking him he was fucking a client while on the clock.

Steve's voice sounded goddamn ethereal, echoing inside the tub of the dryer. He was giving as good as he got, pushing back with each thrust and Eddie got to watch his dotted cheeks jiggle with each impact.

Eddie pushed the robe up more, licking his lips as he was rewarded with the sluttiest back arch that he'd ever seen. He wasn't going to last and this Steve guy wasn't either. Eddie came first, one hand on Steve's hip and the other bracing itself on the dryer so that he didn't fall over. Steve's cock spilled into the floor, a mess to be dealt with later.

"Fuck...you really are good at handling pipes", Steve laughed through his panting.

When Eddie left that day, he didn't get Steve's number. But a week later their company got a call about a clogged toilet and specifically requested that Eddie come over, that they only trusted his expertise. This time, Eddie wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. And this time when Steve greeted him in a half open robe, it was on purpose.

[dreamdepot]

Super Royal Assistant! - Chapter 4: Assistant and the Seven Stars

Previous < First > Next

A new form of evil has shown up on your doorstep, with both Princess Peach and Bowser seemingly missing.

AO3 Wattpad or below!

The engine purred as you guided the Royale down the dusty road of Mushroom Way. “We’re almost there, Peach,” you called back.

“Thank you,” she yawned, closing her book. The coffee you grabbed for her remained untouched. “I hope Mario doesn’t mind that I’m visiting unannounced.”

“I’m fairly sure you could visit him in the middle of the night, and he’d still be happy,” You replied with a knowing smile. “Oh, before I forget, I’ve scheduled your meeting with Professor Elvin Gadd. He’s requesting a research grant for a time machine. If it wasn’t for his track record, I would’ve tossed his request.”

“A time machine, really?” Peach asked. “Professor Gadd… he’s that inventor that makes the unusual contraptions, right?”

You laughed. “Yes, to say the least. He’s also a leader in the field of parapsychology, an eminent Thwomp biologist, and from what Toadbert told me, an art afficionado. I figured the tower gallery at the main castle would be an appropriate place for your meeting?”

“Definitely, good idea.” You made the final turn, rolling smoothly up beside Mario’s home. The plumber’s home was small and humble, however, Luigi had told you they were working on expanding it. Construction materials and extra pipes lay everywhere. You stepped out and opened up the back door for Peach.

“Mario!” She called out, but there was no answer. Peach knocked on the door, but again, nothing. “That’s strange, usually someone answers the door.”

“Luigi’s on his trip with Daisy to Diamond City, remember?”

“Ah right, I forgot,” Peach muttered. “Well, I’m sure Mario’s just running an errand. I’ll just wait here for him!”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You asked. “Sitting out here alone is kinda tempting fate.”

“Don’t be such a worrywart, [Y/n], I’ll be fine. Besides, you have errands to run for Toadsworth. I promise I will stay here, perfectly safe and then I’ll call you to come pick me up later.”

You crossed your arms. “Peach… really?”

“I promise!”

“Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll leave you to your impromptu date…”

“It’s not a date!” She blurted out, voice almost turning into a squeak.

“Whatever you say,” you said with a grin. “But if you get kidnapped, I just want it on the record that I objected to this.”

“Duly noted, now shoo!”

You shook your head but returned to the Royale and slowly backed out of the driveway. You gave Peach one final wave as she shooed you on. As you shifted back into Drive, your phone rang. Despite the vintage car, thankfully some amenities were updated, including call integration. “Good afternoon, this is [Y/n].”

“Whyyyyyy,” sobbed Goombella. “I want to go on a cruise!”

“I told you I could’ve gotten you a ticket,” you snickered. With Peach no longer in the back seat, you let the engine roar, gunning it down Mushroom Way.

“Yeah, I know, but I’m stuck in Teehee Valley at a dig for a few more days. Of course, I finally get a chance to work at a premier archaeological dig site and have to give up my best chance at a free cruise.”

“There will be other times, I’m sure. Find anything fun out there?”

She groaned. “Not really. Most of the exciting stuff has already been discovered. I knew I should have gone to Rogueport with Professor Frankly instead.”

“Professor Frankly, there’s a name I haven’t heard in forever, but really? You? In Rogueport?”

“Oh, like I couldn’t handle myself.”

“Oh no, I was thinking more that they wouldn’t be able to handle you. The thugs out there don’t stand a chance.”

“You got it. So, what are you up to?”

“Promised to pick up some stuff for Toadsworth in Mushroom City, then back to the castle.”

“Still weird they’re letting you drive by yourself so soon.”

“Not complaining here,” you muttered, “it’s a Royale.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re suffering.”

“Totally, I-” Suddenly some movement crossed the corner of your eye. Without thinking, your hand flew to the gear shift, downshifting, then slid to the emergency brake. You drifted the Royale to the side, tires squealing, narrowly missing the body that fell out of the tree line. You carefully braked, the car gently rocking.

“What was that?”

“I’ll call you back. Later, Bella.” You hung up before she could respond as you slid out of the car. Thankfully, you missed the person. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I…” the voice groaned, but you could barely make out any words. The person was completely wrapped up in the dark stained coat, looking more like a walking bundle of laundry than anything.

You gently propped them up against the car. “Didn’t quite catch that, just take it easy.”

“I… exhaustion…” The bundle murmured. You at least could hear the voice a little more clearly, but still they mumbled.

“I have some coffee, hold still,” you reached in, grabbing Peach’s untouched Hoolumbian and gently pressed it into where you assumed their hands would be. Judging by the gentle tug, you guessed right.

They took a long slow sip. “I have… gratefulness.”

“It’s no trouble,” you said. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer.”

“I am like the sock in the washing that goes missing…” The bundle sighed. “But you have given me beans, and beans have happiness.”

It was clear the poor bundle must not be from around the Mushroom Kingdom by their accent. “Glad you can enjoy it, you gotta be careful. A second later and you would’ve been a pancake.”

“Ah,” the bundle murmured, seemingly taking notice of the car for the first time. “A pancake covered in a syrup of pain… yes…” He took another swig. “I have gratefulness. I say to you, thank you. And now for the leaving.”

“Leaving? You should see a doctor or something, you look ready to collapse.”

“What is the worth of me who is fury-less? A finkrat without even a Cackletta to follow.” 

You had no idea what a Cackletta was. “Maybe you just need to carve your own path? I don’t know, start a business?”

They seemed to perk up. “You say I shall have… commerce?”

“It’s only a rough idea,” you admitted.

“No, I shall have the commerce! Yes… I shall have the trading, and then I shall have…”  The bundle suddenly leaped up, giving you the briefest glimpse of a large blurry pair of spectacles. “I am counting chickens before they are even eggs, before the chickens are even chickens! I thank you again, strange mustache-less one! I shall have… FURY!” Before you could ask any other questions, the bundle darted away into the trees, cackling like a madman.

“That was… weird.”

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The rest of the drive into Mushroom City was thankfully without distraction. You finished up your errands, which included a special package of herbal tea from a distant kingdom. Apparently, the princess there was a close personal friend of Peach’s, though you couldn’t quite recall what her name was. More importantly, you had to pick up a pack of specialty electric current adapters. The chandeliers in the castle had been converted to electricity, but the voltage was running too high, thus the need for the adapter – one for every chandelier in the castle.

As you were about to get back into the Royale, the sky grew dark. Screams started to rip through the air. “You’ve got to be kidding me, I can’t deal with him today,” you groaned. Yet, while you expected to see the clown car hovering above you, that was not the sight that greeted you.

Everyone stared as a towering sword plunged through the sky. With a terrifying screech and crunch, it seemed to cleave a hole in the sky itself, sending seven glowing shards plunging to earth. In its wake, the sky erupted in lightning and thunder. The sword didn’t stop. It crashed down, hilting itself in Bowser’s Keep, just on the horizon. An earthquake rippled across the kingdom, sending you and the crowd tumbling.

“What was that?”

“Someone call Mario!”

One of the Toads in the crowd grabbed your sleeve. “You, you work for the castle, yes? Is the Princess okay?”

“Yes!” Another said. “What do we do?”

“I…”

“You’ve got to help us!”

You swallowed hard. “Don’t worry, the castle will investigate immediately. In the meantime, please return to your homes.”

That seemed to placate the crowd for now, but your hand trembled as you tried to start the car again. The ominous sword seemed to stare at you across the horizon. Suddenly your phone rang. “[Y/n]? Thank goodness you’re alright!”

“Toadbert? What’s going on? A giant sw-”

“I know, get back to the castle as fast as you can! Something crashed into our castle too!”

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You had barely parked the car when you were almost bowled over. A purple crocodile in a red top hat, clutching a suspicious sack, dashed past while a little fluffy fellow did his best to keep up. “Give it back!” The little guy shouted, tripping down the stone steps and landing flat on his face.

Other Toads joined the chase. “He stole my coins!” One shouted.

“My Mushrooms!” cried another. One by one they all tried to tackle him, but the thief was too quick, and their legs too stubby.

The fluffy fellow sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Grandpa’s coin… I’m a big boy, I can’t cry…But it’s just not fair! What am I gonna do!” He wailed. The sky grew dark, and thunder rumbled in the distance.

“I better be getting overtime today,” you grumbled, but you wasted no time. You ran after the crocodile and shoulder-checked him.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“In the name of the Mushroom Kingdom,” you huffed, “I order you to return what you stole.”

“As if,” the thief snorted. “You can’t stop me, I, Croco, am the greatest thief to ever walk the face of the planet!”

“Really?” you asked. “You don’t look like Ms. Mowz.”

“TAKE THAT BACK!” He snarled, swinging his sack at you. You tripped at just the right moment, missing the sack. Just then, the townspeople rounded the corner. “Yipes!” Croco squeaked before making a hasty retreat down the next alleyway.

You brushed yourself off, noticing the little guy was now watching you with dry eyes. “Hey there, you okay?”

“I am now. I can’t believe you just… jumped in like that,” he replied.

“Been doing a lot of that lately,” you said more to yourself. “Where’s the castle guard? Aren’t they helping?”

“I don’t know, no one’s been in or out of the castle for hours.” To say that was concerning was to put it mildly. Just then, shouts filled the air again as Croco was coming back down the street, mob in tow. “Mallow by the way,” your new friend said.

“[Y/n]. Listen Mallow, I’m not exactly great at fighting and all…”

“Oh no worries, my grandpa taught me some stuff! Like this!” He raised his arms high and suddenly a bolt of lightning dropped from the heavens.

“YEOWTCH!” Croco screamed.

You blinked. “That… works… wish I had a grandpa who could teach me stuff like that.”

Mallow bounced on his feet. “I know right? He’s so cool, just wish he’d teach me to jump. I’m such a bad frog…”

“Frog…” You muttered, looking over his cute but fluffy cotton ball body. “Okay, we’ll unpack that later, right now, we’ve got a thief to catch.”

“Only thing you’re gonna catch are these hands!” Croco snarled, swinging a fist at Mallow. You shoved the kid out of the way, taking the punch to your shoulder. You then put your first few lessons at the dojo to use, kicking Croco square in the jaw. Mallow followed with a hammer fist. Then, a brown boot stomped on his top hat. “This is not my day!”

“Mario!” You shouted. “Boy am I happy to see you!” He gave you a big grin and thumbs up, before throwing fireballs at the mischievous thief.

“THAT’S IT! This isn’t fair!” Croco sobbed. “No loot is worth this, but you mark my words, this isn’t the last you’ve seen of the Dashing Thief Croco!”

“Stop trying to steal Ms Mowz’s bit,” you said.

“STOP IT!” He whined, dropping the loot and running off with a battered top hat.

As the mob descended on the loot bag to get back their missing belongings, you turned to Mario. “What happened to Peach? I thought she was with you.”

Mario waved, then pantomimed Peach being kidnapped by Bowser.

“Uh, you okay?”

He pointed to his throat and made an “X” with his hands. “Oh, lost your voice?” He nodded. “So, wait, Peach was kidnapped but then there was that giant sword thing. I assume you saved her, but where is she now? For that matter, where’s Bowser?” He shrugged. “Great…”

“Now what?” Mallow asked.

“I’ll go back to the castle, we’ll need to make sure that everyone’s safe with all this trouble around. What about you two? Mallow, you should…” You were about to say to go home somewhere safe, but considering he could summon lightning at will, he was probably better off for this than you were. “Uh, well… I’m sure your family’s worried about you.”

Mallow nodded, “I bet Grandpa will know what’s going on with all this.”

“Mario, what about you?” Mario patted Mallow on the back and gave you a firm nod. “Alright then, let me know if you find any sign of the Princess. I’ll try to catch up with you later.”

Mario flashed a thumbs up. “Okay!” Mallow replied cheerfully.

You made your way up the road to the castle, noticing it was oddly silent. The guards were missing from their posts, and the halls were missing the usual hustle-bustle of retainers. “Hello?” you called. Your voice and footsteps echoed as you made your way up to your office. The castle seemed oddly dark.

Your key clicked into the lock, and you walked into the office. You checked your desk for any notes, but again, nothing. “Okay, something crashes into the castle and everyone disappears? I don’t think Toadsworth mentioned a bunker or anything…”

Boing…

You looked at the door. “What the heck…?”

Boing… boing…

The noise was getting closer, whatever it was. You crept to the door.

Boing… boing… boing!

You were suddenly face to face with an adorable little guy in a red hood and mask on a pogo stick designed to look like a sword – or perhaps a dagger given his small size.

“A Shy Guy?” You muttered. “Hey, are you lost?” Suddenly, the pogoing monster’s eyes glowed red and it hissed steam, gears turning inside where its mouth should have been. “Not a Shy Guy, NOT A SHY GUY!”

You fled down the stairs with the monster hopping after you, trying to spear you on the tip of the pogo-sword.

“[Y/n], over here!” Toadbert yelled. You stumbled through the door and Toadbert yanked you to one side as the monster jumped through.

“HYAAAAH!” Toad screamed, slamming into the side of the monster with a shield. It fell over, just in time for Toadiko to smack it with a frying pan. As it twitched, Toad took the final blow with a spear. The not-Shy Guy suddenly melted into a silvery ooze before disappearing completely. Both Toad and Toadiko heaved a sigh.

“What the hell was that thing?”

“It’s called a Shymore,” Toad said. His hands still trembled, shaking the shield. “A-are you okay?”

“Yeah… just a little shaken up,” You rubbed your forehead. “One crazy day… thanks for saving me.”

“Just repaying the favor,” Toad said, trying to hide his blush behind his shield.

Toadette burst into the room with boards, hammers, and nails. “Okay, everyone grab a hammer and get to work! Oh good, you’re here too,” she said, shoving a hammer into your hands. It was made entirely of wood and clearly had seen better days but would still get the job done. You gave it a test swing. It felt oddly… right in your hands. “What are you waiting for!” Toadette shouted, shaking you from your thoughts. “Get to work! Board up that door!”

“R-right!” You said, grabbing a board and some nails. “Uh… anyone wanna catch me up on what’s going on? First a sword falls out of the sky and now monster… pogo sticks?”

Toadbert came up beside you to help hold the board. “Some kind of star fell into the castle and then these… things showed up!”

“We trapped them all in the castle, to keep them from destroying Toad Town,” Toadiko added. “Just wonder what happened to their…” Her voice trailed off as a deep thud echoed on the other side of the wall.

Your stomach dropped and a sudden realization left an icy claw around your chest. “Guys… where is Toadsworth?”

The silence was deafening. “The throne room,” Toadbert croaked.

You grabbed the board and started to pull it back from the wall. Toad and Toadette grabbed the other end and pulled as well. With a sickly crack, the board came free. You grabbed your hammer again with a shaky hand and pushed the door open with a creak. The thud was loud and of course, coming from the throne room. “My lucky day…”

You led the way into the throne room. Toadsworth was trapped in a corner, surrounded by Shymores, while an imp-like being on a larger sword pogo cackled. “Too easy! Soon the whole world will be the property of the Smithy Gang!” He then took notice of you. “More little bugs for me to squash! Tremble before me, Claymorton!”

Toad trembled beside you. “I-in the name of the Mushroom Kingdom, I must ask you to leave!”

“Not a chance, not when I have the star piece right here!” It was then you noticed the large glowing shard peeking out from behind the throne. “Smithy’s gonna be so happy when we have full control of the Star Road!”

“We just gotta stall until Mario gets here,” Toadette whispered.

“No,” you said. “He’s not coming, he’s on his way to Tadpole Pond by now.”

“What?!”

You found yourself almost missing the banter with Bowser. Almost. Instead, you gripped your hammer tighter, trying to think of a plan. You really wished you knew how to cast magic like Mallow, but perhaps there was another way. Your eyes shot over the throne room. Throne. Stone floors. Carpet. Fire alarm… that could be something, it was linked to an emergency sprinkler system. Rope, no wait, make that chandelier hanging rope… Time to make your own thunderbolt. “Any last words before you surrender to the mighty Smithy gang?” Claymorton sneered.

You heaved your hammer as hard as you could, sending it flying into the fire alarm. A piercing siren echoed in the throne room and the fire suppression sprinklers spluttered to life. “Toad, cut that rope!”

“Okay!” Toad sliced his spear against the rope. The chandelier lurched and dropped with a crash. The sparking electrical cables lit up the throne room – and Claymorton.  The cad squealed as he fell off his pogo stick and exploded into a shower of coins. The remaining Shymores melted away to nothing, leaving the castle free again.

Toadsworth hobbled to his feet, patting his chest. “Mercy! That was quite the fright. Good show all! Though I do fear we’ll have some cleanup to do…” He frowned looking at the chandelier; you could practically see the math he was running in his head on how much it’d cost to replace.

You instead turned your attention to the Star Piece. The gentle pulse of light almost seemed to call to you. You gently reached out, and it floated towards you. For a moment, the Star Piece glowed in your hands before shooting skyward, hopefully to the Star Spirits above.

“We can only hope that finding all of the pieces will restore the Star Road,” Toadsworth said.

“Why do they want the Star Road? Wouldn’t it make more sense to go after the Star Spirits?” You asked.

���I imagine they see it as a way to prevent any wishes from being granted in the meantime. Perhaps they did not do their research, and for that we should be grateful.” Toadsworth sighed. “I only worry about the Princess… Does anyone know where she is? It’s a right mess outside.”

“Still working on that,” you said. “Mario is out looking too. My question is, what the heck is a Smithy?”

“It can refer to either the workshop of a blacksmith, or sometimes a blacksmith itself!” Toadbert offered, before shrinking back as you stared at him. “But I suppose that’s not important right now.” 

You rubbed your forehead. You would’ve killed to join Luigi on his trip, instead you were here dealing with talking weapons. “Think we all need a vacation after this. How much is a trip to Bubblaine these days?”

“Too much on our salary,” Toadiko muttered. “Isle Delfino’s even more expensive.”

“Hey, I’ll settle on Plack Beach at this rate…”

Then you heard a shout down the hall. “Anyone here? [Y/n]?”

You cracked the throne room door open, glad to see the person on the other side. “Kamek!” You threw open the door and ran to the Magikoopa. “Are you okay? Are the kids okay?!”

“Everyone is fine, the kids are off at one of the fortresses, safe and sound.” Kamek then frowned. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen King Bowser?”

“No… you haven’t seen Princess Peach?”

“No,” Kamek muttered. “Quite the pickle. Ah well, I’ve dealt with weirder before!”

“Weirder than sentient weapons?”

Kamek gave you a knowing grin. “Oh, believe me, you’ll see someday. But by then you’ll be more than ready. Anywho! We need to hunt down our royals and then take back the castle. I’m not about to let any of these clockwork menaces take over the Koopa Kingdom and,” he leaned in towards you, “I don’t think you’re the type to stand around when there’s trouble.”

“I’m starting to think I’m an assistant who sticks his nose into too much.”

“It’s a good quality to have,” Kamek snickered. “Guys like us enjoy the excitement too much.” Your hand twitched, and you had to admit… there was something almost addicting about the excitement. “That said…” He gave you a once over. “you might need some more gear than just that. I’ve got my magic but unless you wanna beat up some of those tick-tock machinations with your day planner, you should grab some gear.”

He was right. Here you were in scuffed shoes and a silk vest – neither was going to do much in a fight and Smithy’s creations seemed to prefer letting their fists (or pogo sticks) do the talking. “Don’t suppose you could just… magic me up some gear?”

Kamek waggled his hand. “Doesn’t really work that way, and I really don’t have time to teach you spells.”

You sighed. “Okay, let me take a look. Any idea where they might be? Don’t want to end up in Shiver City without a parka.”

Kamek scratched his chin. “Only vaguely. The minions that weren’t captured by Smithy headed west towards Marrymore. Perhaps it would be best to start there.”

“Might have something for ya, as far as gear,” Toadette offered, somewhat withdrawn.

“Thanks, let me just grab something really quick. Meet you in your office.” You ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. You felt exhausted yet wired, ready for both a week of sleep and a marathon. “Man, I really should be getting that overtime.”

Your detour led you to Peach’s bedroom. In case of emergency, Peach asked you to retrieve a key and keep it with you no matter what. You’d only seen it once, but it was unforgettable: it was a simple bronze key with a star emblem at the end. The key was clearly old, it had quite a patina and a variety of scratches. Even the eyes had been scuffed so much they looked almost angry. You threw open the doors to Peach’s room, glad to find it empty.

You searched through the closet and drawers, but instead of a key, you found… something of Peach’s you figured was best you never acknowledged again. You absolutely did NOT need that mental picture of your employer. Toadiko walked in as you shoved it back and slammed the drawer.

“Do I…?”

“No.”

“We’ll never speak of this again?”

“Please.”

Toadiko nodded. “I’m glad those monsters left the room alone. Hate to have to clean this up on top of everything else.” She then took the framed portrait of Mario and removed a false back, producing the key. “For the future, we keep it there,” she said with a wink. “You make the fourth person to know where it’s hidden.”

“Thanks, but,” you said, accepting the key, “what’s so important about this key, anyway?”

“No idea. Only Peach and Toadsworth know for sure.” She smoothed the creases on her dress. “Go on now, Toadette is waiting.”

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You found Toadette in her workshop in the castle basement. Crates were stacked everywhere with extra brick, mortar, hard hats, hammers, and other odds and ends needed to repair the castle on short notice. “I still think this is dangerous, but if you’re gonna go through with this…” Toadette pulled you over to a chest. She squinted at your feet. “Hmm, should have something in your size…” She dug through inside, pulling out a pair of blue boots. “I, uh, like collecting gear. This won’t make you a superstar, but should help a bit, along with that hammer.”

You took the boots, slipping them on. They fit a lot more comfortably than you expected, putting a little extra spring in your step. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Keep the hammer I gave you too. Just wish I had something a bit better for you. If we make it out of this, promise I’ll order you the best gear I can get.”

“Deal.” You turned to leave, but felt Toadette snag your vest.

“Hey, be careful out there.” She hesitated. “I know Mario and Luigi do this all the time and they always come out alright in the end, but they’re like celebrities.”

“And I’m just me?”

“No! You’re my coworker and my friend!” Toadette huffed. “You gotta come back in one piece for all of us, okay?”

“…Promise.”

With that you headed back downstairs to the castle entrance. Kamek was waiting, already hovering on his broom. “Ready [Y/n]?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you said, tightening the laces on your new boots. “Let’s go find our bosses.”

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A/N: My apologies for the late post, combination of work and health has not been the most conducive to writing, but I’m hoping to get back on track soon.

Assistant RPG sounded like the type of chapter where you’d receive a rocket launcher. Fun, but not exactly the vibe I was going for in this one. Anyways, next week we continue with Super Mario RPG as you and Kamek begin your search for your bosses.

Another random note, I read chapters back out loud when editing and now whenever it says “[Y/n]” I make the loudest Shy Guy “Hei-ho!” that I can.

[omgtheywereroomates]

AND WE ARE BACK!!

This is JESTY. This weirdo was around when the dark star was first discovered (which was a LONG while ago), and was destined to return when it unleashed to aid in the apocalypse. But as we know, that didn’t exactly happen. Woopsie.

I shall be making more reference’s before I draw the actual comics but for now, have lore!!

The night felt colder than usual. Of course, fawful couldn’t really tell. He hadn’t felt anything in-…how long did that thing say? Months? It couldn’t have been, he felt like he had just battled (and failed) against the damn plumbers. Then again, the void made time feel sticky, fast yet slow at the same time. And when he had finally dragged himself out to odd flickering light, despite the howls and screeching of that damned star around him about him “betraying it” (ironic) and snatching it- he had awoken in the cold night air, not even being able to scream from his nerves growing back as he had to remember how to breathe. Being alive was so painful, he didn’t even know what was happening to his own form. It stung to breathe, his legs felt like he never walked on them, in short his being was regrowing. But, how?

And now he was being carried. Whatever this…thing was, he wasn’t fully aware what it was due to his vision still being rather blurry, had picked him up like a ragdoll and was shuffling across the…snow? Wasn’t it summer last he was here? And what was here anyway? The ringing had subsided for now, and he heard the things muttering.

“-can’t have it all now can we. Thought it would..work out. Was soooooo excited to find out the dark energy had been released, thought D.S was back and it’s just- a dumb host. I can..” it’s voice sounded like it was echoing and shifting, not at all coming from its mouth. “I can work with this. Not like it’s fully gone.” Its eyes flicked down, and fawful stared back at them, he couldn’t escape at the moment considering every movement felt like fire ants dancing through his currently growing veins.

“Hello starshine! Can I call you starshine? Well I’m calling you that.” It warbled, floating along, claws dug deep into the beanish’s broken form. “Who…” fawful managed to muster out, feeling like his vocal cords had been pulled like taffy. The clown- well, IT grinned down. “Awww your voice grew back! Such a silly little newborn star!” It held them up in front of them as easily as hoisting a bag of grapes. It’s form was shimmering, not solid at all. Like a pool of dancing stars and clouds, twinkling underneath a hood.

“Well, I’m not a who. I’m a what. No name.” It snickered, shaking them like a toy. To which fawful let out a pained noise, feeling a searing agony of muscle rubbing against the others grip that still hadn’t grown skin. It simply laughed at this. He grumbled, muttering. “Jest…” and that was all he got out, before painful coughs wracked his form. He was promptly tucked back into their claws as the being floated along.

“Jesty…I’ll take it! So nice starshine, naming your new partner! So! Where we headed?” Fawful didn’t reply, either because he couldn’t or he simply didn’t want to anymore. Maybe he could just, rest for a second. “Hey there’s some, mushroom headed guys around, let’s-“ and memories finally slammed into the beanish. Where he was, rather bowser was, at the final battle.

He’s in the mushroom kingdom.

Mario’s damn doorstep.

He flailed in the claws grip, reaching a melty hand up and grasping the cloak, gasping words despite the pain. Jesty looked down, their hat bobble gently smacking the other in the face. “Oh you don’t like it here?” Fawful shook his head quickly, trying to force themselves away from the creature. But it just held on tighter, magic swirling around it.

“Then we’ll move! Let’s see..I haven’t been in this universe in a while. Eeny meeny…” fawful let his head fall, exhaustion from the burst of energy had caught up to him, vision blackening again. A singsongy voice chimed happily before he passed out.

“You ever been the Pil’lo island, Starshine?”

[profoundbondfanfic]

Bees Knees Plumbing, At Your Service

Bees Knees Plumbing, At Your Service by hollyblue2 (@envydeanwrites) Rating: Teen Wordcount: 1k

Dean needs a professional hand in fixing his toilet, he's already had to deal with the hot voice on the phone… and then a very attractive man turns up on his doorstep.

In which the plumber's hot voice leaves Dean with high expectations of the man coming to repair his toilet the next day, and Cas actually exceeds them. Now the only problem is how to ask him out on a date.

This is a short, absolutely adorable meet-cute based on a tumblr prompt. It's all rainbows and Dean's bi disastrousness, and it features an orange cat that is sure to steal your heart with his attitude. It truly combines everything our fandom loves - including, Castiel's fondness of bees. It's perfect for a small dose of fluff between chores, or while waiting in a queue, or even as a palate cleanser between more angsty fics. Don't miss it!

[ejzah]

A/N: Sam has some unexpected guests.

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Sam: Deeks, what are you and your entire family doing on my doorstep?

Deeks, handing him a twin: My mom has a burst water pipe.

Sam, frowning at the baby in his arms: So, hire a plumber.

Kensi, edging past him with Sophia: Oh, we did. Unfortunately, she’s decided she can’t stay there while they’re working. *Sam glares but puts his arm down to let out them all pass*

Deeks: Which means naturally she came to our house. You know, since she lives less than a minute from our house, if she intrudes on our neighbor’s property. And by extension, that probably means Arkady is coming as well.

Sam, watching them take over his living room: So tell her she can’t come in.

Deeks, shrugging: We would if we could. Unfortunately, she has a key for emergencies.

Sam, desperately: Guys, you know I’ve got my dad here and he gets confused easily.

Rosa, piping up: He loves Sophia and Caleb.

Sam: He does. *he sighs in a resigned way* Fine, you can stay, but not for long.

Kensi: Great. Thank you, Sam. Now where would be a good place to change these two?

Deeks, slinging his arm around Sam’s shoulder: You’re a good man, Sam Hanna. Love you, brother.

Sam: Yeah, next time I move I’m not giving you the address.

[legobiwan]

Happy MAR10!

I was going to wait on releasing this until I had all three chapters ready to go, but I haven't posted any writing in a dog's age and I figured, "why not?"

This story might not make total sense unless you've read bisbigliando and jet whistle, as it takes place in the same universe/deals with the fallout from the same series of events. YMMV, as they say.

Despite the fact the catalyst for the events of this story is Luigi, he doesn't actually make an appearance here. Instead, I give you a couple hundred words of Bowser and Mario griping at each other, with a side of Bowser's bureaucratic headaches.

Working title: guttural flutter

(Yes, the origin of all the titles in this series is extended flute techniques. Yes, I am a massive nerd).

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It all started when Red showed up on his doorstep.

Showed up. Right. Like that pipsqueak ever did anything in his castle that didn’t involve crashing, banging, pounding, or general destruction of state and personal property.  

No. Red never showed up anywhere. He arrived. Today, the puny human had catapulted through two sets of iron doors and at least eight Koopatrol guards (eight soon-to-be former Koopatrol guards, that was). All of this accomplished with the grace of a cherry-colored, irate bowling ball. Coin counts and manpower reports hovered menacingly on the periphery of Bowser’s mind as Red marched down towards the center of his throne room, tossing aside bits of metal debris with a growl, kicking aside a hapless Goomba tailor caught in the plumber’s angry crossfire. 

Great. Not only would he have to go groveling to Sylmar in order to increase Red’s destruction byline in the royal budget - again - but on top of it all, he was going to have to break in a new tailor.

I haven't even done anything this time! Bowser groused. No kidnappings, no invasions, no schemes. Granted, it was still early in the day, but give a Koopa a break!

“I just had those doors replaced!” Bowser squawked, jabbing a single claw in the direction of the massacred bits of wood and metal. “And don’t think I won’t be sending you the bill by express Parakarry. With interest!”

Like that mattered to Red. He didn’t have to worry about his accountants breathing down his neck. Not that the plumber was listening, anyway, not when he was looking as steamed as a Goomba in a firebath.

“Shut it, Bowser. I don’t give a damn about your stupid doors.”

Bowser rocketed from his throne, swinging his fist above his head. “Hey, you don’t get to barge in here and tell me - “

“I need your help, you dumb reptile!”

That was enough to stop Bowser dead in his tracks, jaw frozen open like those gaudy statues over in the west corridor. Fire and ash, he hated those things. Almost as much as the growling, coiled spring of a man before him. Had Red hit his head one too many times or something? Bowser knew guy hadn’t been quite the same after the whole Chaos Heart fiasco a few months back - everyone knew that, even if they never talked about it - but he didn’t think things had gotten this bad.

Mario gave a vicious cut with his arm, slicing through empty air. “No, forget that,” he muttered, kicking at the floor, scowling. A group of wide-eyed Goombas tittered nervously off to the side, torn between cleaning up the mess of splinters and strewn metal and ogling the unstable plumber. “He’s going to help, he has to,” Mario mumbled as he turned on his heel, stabbing a pointed finger in Bowser’s direction. “You’re going to help me."

“I am?” Bowser asked, dumbly. What had gotten into Red?

“You - we - we need to break into the lab. That’s step one. And then we need to pull off a kidnapping. That’s what you do, right? You’re good at that.” Mario paused, letting out a humorless, half-huff. “Well, at least you like kidnapping, and that’s good enough for me.”

Like kidnapping? Not like those stupid treaties have given me any other choice. I ain’t telling Red that, though. 

“Woah, woah, woah! Put the brakes on, Red!” Bowser fumed as he stalked down the small dais, coming to meet Mario snout-to-eye. It was one thing to storm into his castle demanding help. It was quite another to insult his foreign policy prowess at the same time. “I’m the best kidnapper there is and you know it!”

Mario gave a jagged, toothy grin. “Yeah, well,” he sneered, “we’re going after somebody who might have you beat in that department.”

“Oh yeah? What’d they do that I can’t?” Bowser huffed, crossing his arms with a fiery, disgusted snort. Wait, we're going after someone? Why am I even a conversation conversation with a man who broke into my home and looks like he’s downed five cups of Chuckoccino?

“Simple.” Red’s smile turned rancid as he pressed his thumbs into his chest. “They managed to kidnap me.”

Kidnap Red? Yeah, right. If only. Not that thought hadn’t crossed Bowser’s mind more than once. Shanghai Red and make the pesky plumber a permanent resident of his dungeons. Then he could make some actual progress on reclaiming his ancestral land. Save his Koopa power for infrastructure projects. Take a damn vacation. All of his problems solved, in one fell Koopa swoop.

Almost as many problems solved as created, your Scheming-ness, Kamek would remind him every time they danced around the topic. If nothing else, consider the massive increase in Mario’s budget byline that would need to get approved by Akooptant Sylmar. The doors, alone…

Ugh. That was enough to drape a damp tortoiseshell on the whole plan. Sylmar was more ancient than his ancestor’s ashes and half as pleasant to deal with, which wasn’t saying much.

Who could have kidnapped Red and gotten away with it? (And kept their doors intact, as well?) And why hadn’t Bowser known about it? That should have been front-page news, plastered all over the Mushroom Kingdom media. 

…or maybe not. Broadcasting Red’s capture would have been equivalent to lighting up a neon sign flashing the words ‘Invade Now!’ The little fungus-faces might as well have escorted their enemies through the door personally if they had let that tidbit get out. Bowser tried to mentally run through any information his spies had gathered over the past year or so, recall any transmissions received through the completely legal (and compliant within the technical bounds of the Treaty of the Dunelands, lava bless his lawyers) Goomba Radio Network. 

Gah, this was giving him a headache. Where the hell was Kamek when you needed him? Remembering old bits of useless trivia was his job. Bowser crossed his arms, tapping his clawed foot on the floor. 

Wait a minute. Did this have something to so with that whole debacle last month? Red couldn’t mean - 

Bowser squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his snout as he swallowed down a massive groan.

This was insane. Even for him.

“You’re crazy, Red.”

Mario grit his teeth, shaking his head. “Not crazy. We break into the lab, grab the machine. Then we bring it here and get Iggy or Ludwig to work on the operating requirements - “

“Now wait a damned minute!” Bowser roared, taking a wide, thunderous stride forward. “You asked me for help, not my kids! I’m not dragging them into this suicidal circus!”

“I just need them to explain how to work the damned thing!”

Over my dead body. “Then get your engineering genius brother to explain it. He certainly seemed to know a lot about killer machines when he was working for - “

Mario was on him in an instant, barreling into Bowser’s abdomen, breath knocked clean from the Koopa as the two of them crashed to the solid floor in a tangle of flailing limbs. The harsh, metallic sigh of a dozen weapons being primed for combat sang throughout the high-ceilinged, bare throne room, Bowser having enough cognizance to wrest his left hand from Red’s iron grip, relaying the motion for “steady” to the High General of his personal guard.

“Don’t ever mention that again,” Mario hissed, spraying spittle all over the Koopa’s face, grabbing at Bowser’s spiked collar. “Capisce?”

Ca-what? “Yeah, great. Whatever. Now get the hell off me before my guards lose their patience.”

Twelve well-honed pikes hovered dangerously close to the soft, exposed skin of the plumber’s throat, razor-sharp points glinting with bloody promise. At the end of each long, wooden shaft, a dual set of coal-dark, implacable eyes narrowed in anticipation. The slightest whisper of an aggressive movement, a too-deep breath or a misplaced cough - Bowser knew it would be enough to result in a plumber shish-kabob.

And he really didn’t need that headache right now. Lay off, Red. For your own good.

Mario frowned, then paled slightly as his gaze landed on one of the hungry pinpoints floating near his Adam’s apple. Slowly, he relinquished his grip on Bowser’s collar, bringing both his open palms up by his shoulders as he stood. Bowser made a mental note to give his personal guard a raise sometime in the next month before waving a claw in the direction of the High General, who gave curt nod, pulling his weapon back to his side in one swift movement, the eleven other guards quickly following suit.

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Bowser grumbled as he came to his feet, trying to muster whatever dregs of dignity he had left in this ridiculous situation.

Red’s only answer was an awful, vicious look.

“What, are you trying to get information about another invasion? Peach put you up to this? Doesn’t seem like her style.” Not that Peach wouldn’t resort to underhanded tactics - he knew that well enough by now. But there was no way she would have sent the perfect hero of the Mushroom Kingdom on some kind of secret hostage mission, and certainly not against someone who had technically saved all their hides not less than one month ago.

No, this was something else.

A thought occurred to him. Wispy secrets traded in dark corridors, undertones of speculation patched together in a noisy weapons room, rumors spilling from the painkiller-induced gossip of recovering soldiers in the healer’s den. 

Bowser knew what vengeance looked like on a man, had seen it in the mirror a thousand times. He just never thought he’d recognize the same murderous intent staring back at him from Red’s face.

“This is about your brother, isn’t it? About the Glawackus invasion.”

Mario’s voice dropped to a dark, harsh whisper. “Information first. Then revenge.”

[wuxiaphoenix]

On Characters: Of Luck and Murphy

How do your characters prepare for the inevitable bad luck?

It says something about the past few weeks that when I figured out half of the particular draft file I’d been working on had been corrupted by a bad save, I didn’t even roll my eyes. Just copied the still-intact bit into a new file, went looking for the latest past version I’d saved, copied the rest of that into the new file, checked everything matched up, and flipped through printed draft pages to make sure I wasn’t missing an edit. Probably ten to fifteen minutes, tops.

I am very familiar with Murphy.

Devices fail. Paperwork gets lost even after the third time I’ve brought it to the office. I’ve found the one patch of concrete that looks like solid earth. I once had a plumber have to fix the connection on a water heater three times because the first two hoses he brought were faulty. I could go on, but. Bad. Luck. Happens.

And because things go wrong, and have gone wrong all my life in spectacular fashion, I have backup plans. And backup files. And... you get the point.

I spend a lot of time and energy on this. Both of which most people (and me, too!) would prefer to use for their own fun. But when things do go wrong, I can pull out the mental index card for Plan C-23-X, or “I have these supplies on hand” and usually keep going. Instead of curling up in a corner and dying.

Not all people, or all characters, are like this. How capable a character will be in dealing with an emergency generally depends on two factors. First, have they dealt with a similar emergency before? And second, did they have time to learn from their experience before they hit this emergency?

For example, I’d been hit by icestorms (and, in fact, one hurricane) before I ever moved to the Gulf Coast. So I already knew to secure food, water, and shelter prior to the storm hitting, and be prepared for weeks without power and blocked roads everywhere. Others who’d never seen a tropical storm hit in their lifetimes panicked, jammed roads, and some even ran out of gas looking for gas stations that still had some. (Yes, the irony.)

Apply this to any situation your characters get thrown into. Have they dealt with a dragon attack before? No? Okay, have they at least dealt with fire-breathing or flying monsters? Either will give them a mental foothold to stand on when the emergency hits.

Meteorite strikes the space station? What if your character dealt with an atmosphere leak in a shuttle before? Of course this hole’s bigger....

Dead body dropped on the doorstep? Has the character ever had to deal with cops as a suspect before, or get a lawyer? Seen dead bodies? Seen violence?

It’s always valid to throw something completely out of a character’s experience at them. But humans are pattern-finding creatures. If there’s something in your character’s life that was anything like the current crisis, they’re going to try to apply the lessons learned. Which, depending on your story, might get them in even deeper trouble....

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Chocolate." Buddy Swanson X AFAB! Reader.

The divorce is hard but Triple X Bexxx works harder. Have some Buddy Swanson comfort fic! You and he cooking, baking and fucking, a classic date night in! Enjoy it! I’ve wanted to write this one for too long.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4K. Buddy Swanson X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Softness. Domesticity. Fluff. Cooking. Baking. Alcohol Consumption. Couch Sex Vaginal Sex. Pre-Mature Ejaculation. Praise. Confessions Of Love. Eating Out, Mild Overstimulation. Slight Pain Play. Hair Pulling. Buddy Is So Soft For You. Established Relationship.

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You had a hard day. A very long, very difficult day, the kind of day that makes you doubt everything, how you got here, the job you are in, every single small action that brought you to this fucking awful day. It was so bad that when work was done you didn’t even go home, you had one place you wanted to be and knew just one thing you wanted to do.

Buddy was off tonight but he wasn’t supposed to be, an unexpected issue at the restaurant, the pipes in the bathroom burst and was being dealt with via an emergency plumber so he was at his apartment. He texted you to let you know what went down less than an hour ago, and you responded with a simple, “Perfect.” and a half hour after that there was a knock on his door. 

He answered it to find you at his front door still in your work clothes, bags in your hands as you say with a tired smile, “Hey.”

He returns the greeting in kind, “Hi.” 

You then ask as you raise your arms slightly, shaking the bags, “Date night?”

The response comes with a wide smile and his eyes crinkling at the sides as he confirms with a nod, “Date night.” 

He lets you in and takes the bags so you can get your shoes off, you trail behind him to the kitchen and he sets the bags on the counter and you start to rummage through them, “I bought stuff to make dinner, I assume you haven’t eaten?”

“I have not.”  You figured, he normally ate late, making himself something at the end of his shift and eating after that so it being the regular dinner hour right now means that you can have the rare time of eating not only together, but at a reasonable time. 

“Good! I was thinking tonight we could cook together.” You begin to pull out items from the plastic and that surprised him, a warm grin as he asked, “Really?”

“Really! You cook for me all the damn time, but why not make something together?” When you showed up on his doorstep he wasn’t expecting this but man was it the best possible thing that could have come from this. He hadn’t cooked with anyone who he didn’t work with at his job in years, not in a casual context, never with someone he dated but you were his first real and serious relationship.  

“That sounds great.” He sighed with a smile, one hand leaning on the countertop and you glanced up at him as you say, “I thought you’d like it. I hope you like the menu I planned.” 

He is so used to taking the lead on this front that you making this effort without the smallest prompting from him means more than he can say. A smile and a raise of his eyebrows as he asked, “You planned the menu?”

“Well, I came up with a basic framework but I still wanted to leave room for us to improvise and come together on it, you know? So it really is a collaboration. I know you got a lotta stuff in here that we can jazz this up with.”

You were going to kill him. 

“You are perfect, you know that?” He asked as he moved, a hand snaked around, rested on your hip, fingers having hooked into your pants belt loop, tugging you a hair closer to him, you tell him confidently, “I know.” 

You stay like that for a moment, him holding your hip, happy to have you in his place, in his kitchen about to make a meal together. The items you got were as follows: a few large russet potatoes, a whole chicken, green beans, and a rather nice looking bottle of white wine. 

“Oooh, alright, I must admit, a versatile spread.” He praised you and you said, “Thank you! And I went to that small time grocer you love-” 

“On third?” He asked, grin brightening, and you said, “Yeah! You always talk it up, I went and got only the best for this.” 

You say “for this” but really it means “for him.” He picks up on the meaning even though you don’t say it explicitly. 

Before he can add a thought or express anything you interject and say, “So I am thinking we spatchcock the chicken.”

The grin splits his face now, his teeth show and he says jokingly, “Dirty talking? In MY kitchen?”

“Oh c’mon you know what spatchcocking means.” You sigh with a roll of your eyes and he cuts in, “I am just surprised, you know what it is.”

“You think I dunno how to break down a bird?” You ask incredulously and he says genuinely surprised, “I just didn’t know you could! Not like I usually doubt you but I am still unconvinced.” 

You scoff and reach forward, you pick out a knife from the block and say with a sideways glance, “Watch and learn Swanson.” 

He takes a step back, you wash your hands and set up the cutting board to your liking and then with sleeves rolled up and apron on, you set to work. First paper towels are gotten, you pat dry the chicken and then is the next step, you can feel Buddy’s eyes on you the whole time. You upend the bird, the spine is facing you and with the knife you place it to the left of the tail and at the base of it’s backbone before moving down quickly, you cut down, separating the small and weak rib bones that connect to the back.

You switch to the next side and do the same thing. You remove the spine and set it side before flipping the bird over and cutting into the soft cartilage, your pointer finger digs in along the cut and you use it to separate the meat from the main breast bone and then fingers gripping it tight, you pull it out. Next you cut out the ribs and then once all the bones excluding the wing and leg bones you ask, “You want to keep these to make stock I assume?”

It was the first time you looked at him in the less than three minutes it took for you to de-bone the chicken to this point. His face betrayed his true feelings. Brows raised, mouth open, eyes filled with pleasant shock and affection. You nudge him with your elbow as you asked, “You good?”

He cleared his throat and closed his mouth before he said trying to sound casual and unaffected, “Yeah, totally cool and yes, I’d love to make some stock with this.” 

He turned and got out tupperware, you put the bones into it and he closed it up and put the container into the fridge. You asked next, “What kinda seasoning you are thinking?”

“Hmm. Not sure, you got a jones?” He asked and you said, “Classic kinda vibe? Salt, fresh cracked pepper, that smoked onion paprika you got, garlic powder, rosemary?” 

“How very classic Sunday dinner. I love it.” 

You talk further about how you want the rest of the menu to go as a butter herb mixture was made, you spread it heavily onto the meat, making sure to get under the skin and then into a roast pan, on a rack, went the seasoned and broken down chicken with lemon halves, celery, carrots and onion in the base working as your aromatics. The oven was preheated while you both stood shoulder to shoulder and started peeling potatoes. 

“Your stance on mash?” You asked casually and he said, “Oh love it. A good mashed potato is a staple, a timeless side dish that never goes out of style.”

“Versatile too, right?” You ask and he nods, “Sooo versatile it is insane.”

“What do you like to do?” 

The question you posed had him responding with, “Butter, half and half, salt, pepper, parmesan, parsley.”

“Amature hour.” You sigh and he asks with a smile, “Oh okay, and how would you do em?”

“First off, cook them in chicken stock for added flavour, then, mash with butter, buttermilk, garlic powder, salt, pepper, paprika, and cream cheese.” He responded with, “I give it up that sounds so good but you gunning for a heart attack before fifty?”

“Uh, yeah, obviously. Live fast, die young, leave a hot corpse.” You joke and he laughs before you add on, “C’mon Swanson, live a little, have the decadent mashed potatoes from time to time.”

“Twist my arm.” He shakes his head with a fond expression and you said, “Tempting, tempting.” 

Chicken broth is boiling as you put the peeled, rinsed and cubed potatoes into the pot. The chicken is in the oven and next you set onto the green beans. Oil is heated in a pan while you wash the green beans thoroughly in a strainer, they are tossed in and you fry them as Buddy preps the buttermilk mix for the mash, you both talking easily as you push beans about the pan with a spatula and he gets the spice levels just right. “So then what happened?”

“She told me she had prepped the app station and when I went over she didn’t have any cheese pre-wrapped at all! No cake was cut for desserts later and the salad dressings were barely half full.” He vented and you shake your head, “What a fucking idiot. Like did she seriously think you wouldn’t check?”

“Apparently!” 

“What a fucking idiot.” You repeat with a sigh.

One might assume, incorrectly, that Buddy didn't like to cook with other people, far from it, he loved to, so long as the people didn't step on his toes and had common sense and skills to back up their big talk. That was part of it, he didn't know you even HAD these skills, you kept it hush hush, it was humble, this air to you even now that you just knew what you were doing, not showing off, just confident in yourself. It was endlessly attractive to him. Sharing his kitchen, in his home, to make a great meal with you, he doesn't think there is a better date possible.

Buddy got the mix ready for the potatoes and then you added the prepped garlic, green onions and chilli paste into the pan. A few minutes later came the soy sauce, rice vinegar, sugar and chilli flakes. A couple more stirs and two minutes later it was done, the potatoes were mashed and the chicken was just about done which led to one of the best moments in Buddy’s opinion of your whole relationship. He got the plates, you got the silverware and you both set the table without speaking a single word to each other.

An intimate dance of comfortable domesticity and familiarity. Glasses were gotten, napkins too, candles lit, all without having to say a thing and while you were simply going through the motions, Buddy kept stealing glances to you, setting polished silverware down, lighting candles, the warm light playing off your face, Christ he had it so bad for you. 

The only thing that pulled him out of his reverie was the oven clock timer going off before he could make a move you say, “Oh let me.” 

You know just the drawer, you pull out the mitts, slip them on, the oven is open, you pull out the chicken and set the roasting pan on top of the stove next to the finished pot of covered mashed potatoes and the frying pan of chilli garlic green beans. You turn to him with a smile and ask, “The chicken has to rest for twenty minutes at least, wanna make dessert now?”

“More than anything.” He admits and you grin, a small question of, “Brownies?”

It’s brownies you want? It is brownies you will get. 

The oven temperature was changed, ingredients got out and soon Buddy was having a moment that somehow topped the setting the table one in less than ten minutes. You were whisking together eggs and vanilla into the already creamed together butter and sugar mixture while he was right behind you. His hands on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder, his chest to your back, holding you as you work. 

“Awfully quiet there Swanson.” You tease and he hums before placing a kiss on top of your head, “Just happy.” 

“Yeah?” You asked and he responded in a tone that tattled on the smile on his face, “Yeah, very.” 

Your hair askew, sweat on your brow, still dressed from work and wearing one of his aprons as you and he make brownies together and you look more beautiful than he had ever seen you.

"I'm happy too."

The pan is greased, the mix finished and brownie batter is poured into the pan, chocolate chips are thrown on top and then the finished product is in the oven before you plated up and he poured the wine. 

He is sitting across from you in short order, starting to cut into the chicken, knife slicing through the tender meat as if there was no resistance at all and the taste once the end of the fork passed his lips was divine, it had Buddy wanting to suppress a moan. You did this, together, both of you, and he couldn’t be happier. He could get used to this, he is sure that you could live together no issue, to get to do this much more regularly is a dream come true and one he hopes can become a reality soon. He hopes that you would say yes, when should he ask-

But you are talking and all thought stops. He hangs off every word, watches the smile spread on your face as you excitedly start to talk about how good the meal came out and he enthusiastically agreed. You were always so good at that, pulling him out of his head, instead of feeling stuck in the past or thinking of the future, you tether him to the moment, to now and allow him to totally indulge and enjoy. 

“So, verdict on the mash?” You asked and he had already almost finished his portion and was debating getting another scoop which should have been enough to tell you his thoughts but he still communicated them, “Amazing. Making me think we need to do better at the restaurant.” 

 “Oh stop, are you serious?” You asked and he set down his fork and took your hand as he said with a soft smile, “As the dead themselves, I'll bring it up Monday when we are talking the seasonal menu change.” 

You believe him.

He removed the brownies from the oven and they were set on a wire baking tray to cool as you both continued in on your dinner. The wine was mostly gone, the conversation lively and Buddy felt insanely good. He made sure to save some room for dessert and with dishes soaking in the sink you cut a few brownies and put them on a small plate to split, the pair of you ended up on the couch, sitting side saddle and facing each other. 

Buddy has craved this kind of thing, domestic life, a serious relationship, real connection and romance, someone who got him. But even when he pined for all that he would see couples who feed each other and thought that it was too corny to ever be possibly enjoyable, even with the right person.

And yet.

Just like with many things throughout your time together, you had proved him wrong. You were holding out a warm piece of brownie between your fingers, almost crumbling from how moist it was, melty chocolate chips studded throughout and a nearly unbearably crispy top, the perfect dessert held out and offered in the hand of his favourite person, a dream.  

“You gonna just look at it or are you gonna eat it?” You ask in a teasing tone, a joke harks back to one of your first dates where he ended up admiring you soaked and exposed self before going down on you for the first time. It broke the tension and made you both laugh until his tongue was halfway inside you and that was replaced with a series of moans and curses.

Currently however, he scoffs before he leaned in and took a bite, this time he does moan indulgently, the flavour, the texture, he thinks he has never made a better dessert. He is sure it is because you did it together.

“So?” You ask, excited and extra hopeful because you insisted you use your recipe and he nodded, a swipe of his pink tongue over his plump bottom lip to catch the stray mess of chocolate before he said, “Astounding. You sure you don’t wanna open a bakery?” 

“Pffft, and you do know we would be on even more opposite schedules than we already are right? When would we see each other?” You ask and he said like it was plain as day, “I’d come work for you, duh.”

“You think you can work under me, Buddy?” You ask and he says, “On top of, under, beside, however you want me.” 

You giggle and he has taken the plate and is holding out a piece for you and you take him up on it. You bite down and holy shit yes they came out so good. You might have worried he talked them up or oversold to spare your feelings but they were fucking incredible. A hand covering your mouth you say, “Wow you weren’t bullshitting!”

“You think I was bullshitting?” He asked a bit too loudly with a sly grin and you shrug and say, “I mean, you’ve been known to bullshit.”

“I have dabbled in bullshit, true, but never with you!” The admission is very sweet and yet you crave more sugar still, insatiable you take another bite and notice the smears of melted chocolate on his fingers and without a second thought your tongue laps some of it up. The response is immediate, eyebrows raise, smile falls just slightly as his breath catches and you pull back, you hold up your hand still full of delectable dessert, “Before it gets cold Buddy.”

He nods with a laugh and leans in, holding your gaze he takes another bite and just like you there is mess and he just like you, moves to dutifully clean it up. But unlike you he is more thorough, his portion is mostly done, all that is left is sticky spots and crumbles of crumbs, in his haste and eagerness over how delicious it was he finished his square much faster, meaning he sets to properly tending to your fingers. His non-messy hand is on your wrist, holding you still as his tongue lathes up one finger before sliding down the other side, he draws them into his mouth, he sucks, he indulges in you until you are clean and he is high on you and the brownie in his hand is back on the plate before it is shunted to the coffee table next to the couch. You and he are kissing, the taste of your shared effort from baking passed between your lips and tongues. The soft moans radiate into the space between heated kisses and it gets much messier from there. 

How he used his mouth on you while staring into your eyes had such a strong effect on you, not dissimilar from how it is when he meets your gaze while he is touching you, his hand in your damp underwear. His tongue on your fingers shouldn’t do that but it does, it makes your clit throb, when he sucks it makes you clench around nothing and you break up the heated make out to beg, “Buddy, need you-”

That is all he needs to hear. 

You get your pants off, throw them aside and he helps with your shirt before you do the same, his own t-shirt discarded and his comfortable sweatpants are yanked down so they are around his knees before you are straddling him. You slide him inside yourself with one solid downward motion and you share a moan. You are slick, tight, so hot. His hands go to your back, his hand still messy from before is leaving smudges marks of sweetness against your skin but you need him far too much to complain or care. You roll your hips and he does the same, arcing up into you, fucking upwards to meet your downwards strokes, the pace slow and deliberate.

He is looking up at you, the way your head tips back, exposing your throat, the rise and fall of your chest, he revels in the feeling of your nails biting into his shoulders as he moves with you. It isn’t so much outright fucking as it is a series of slow grinds with your whole bodies, you lead it, abuse your sweetest spots with perfect precision, just the right angles to find your bliss, he is transfixed by you. All the moans, sharp breaths, shudders and trembles. 

“Oh my God.” He breathes and you hum, eyes opening halfway he meets your gaze, his hands draw you closer, nearly chest to chest, so much skin on skin contact he tells you, “You’re fucking stunning.”

You laugh lightly, “Thanks Buddy-” He cuts you off, his mouth latches onto your neck, he kisses fervently, overtaken by the moment and his feeling for you, he gets out between kisses and nips against your sensitive skin, “No I mean it, you’re gorgeous. I fucking love you-”

He rolls his hips harder, he hadn't counted on the first time he said it would be while he is inside you, but it feel right, he doesn't regret it. You cry his name out and he feels it bares repeating and so he does, the three words matching the pace of his thrusts, every time he bottoms out another moan is dragged from you, “-I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

You pick up the pace, harder, faster, matching him, heart hammering, slamming yourself down on him quicker, you gasp out as you clench down on him, just as swept up in the moment, you return the sentiment, “I love you too!”

It sneaks up on him unexpectedly, he curses, his head thrown against the back of the couch he moans your name, a final push upwards of his hips he buries himself all the way inside and he cums. It is one of those climaxes that he feels down to his bones, it sits in his marrow, makes him curl his toes in the living room carpet and bite his bottom lip so hard he might make himself bleed. It lasts longer than usual, your hands locking around his wrists and lifting his hands so he isn’t holding you down into place you ride him, bounce up and down, just so half of him is slipping in and out, quick, swallow, forcing yourself to clench all the while to draw out his orgasm and his eyes squeeze shut as he groans before finally when he starts nearly whimpering from overstimulation you relent. 

You sit with him buried inside of you, still once more and his hands reach out, coming to the back of your neck he leans forward and tugs you to meet him in the middle. He kisses you deeply, his tongue slips into your mouth and he no longer tastes like the treat you made, he just tastes like him. You return the affection, breathless and when you clench on him once more he gasps and his head jerks back and you laugh, “Awe, what’s the matter?”

You make yourself do it again and ask, “This?” And he groans, “Yes! That, fuck, s’ almost too much.”

“Oh only almost?” You ask with a grin, your hands slip up from his shoulders, up his neck and into those soft and sweat soaked curls. You tug and pull him nearer, you kiss him and he gives you just as much energy in return.

This time you break it and ask, "So. You love me?"

"I do. I love you so fucking much." He admits and you reaffirm. I love you too."

The moment hangs and he wants to linger in it always until you ask, once again pulling him into the current moment with you, “So what now?”

He shakes your hands off, they come to your waist and he pulls you up, he slips out of you with a wince and sets you down onto the couch next to him before he starts to move. You were about to question before he started to slide down, his knees resting on the floor, his hands on your inner thighs, fingers stroking affectionately. Your gaze follows his, coming to land right between your legs, to your well fucked but still unsatisfied cunt and he tells you just want he wanted to do. “I wanna clean up.”

His hands move so they are high enough that his thumbs spread open your lips, showing off the leaking mess and mix of you and him, he curses and then leans down, his tongue laps up you from hole to clit and you arch with an ample moan. Your hand ends up back in his curls, “You always make such a mess Buddy.”

He hums in acknowledgment, his eyes falling closed he focuses on the two fold task at hand of disposing of the leaking mess and making you cum, he pulls back only briefly, “Not the only one I’m plannin’ on making tonight but you know me, I always clean up my messes.” 

That was true. Dishes could wait till later on, right now you just wanted to indulge with him and as he sucks on your clit sloppily you are confident you don’t have the ability to do anything but just that very thing. 

[waterboylui]

Please welcome Mariano Luis 'Lui' Julian de la Luna (HE/HIM) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 31-year-old RESIDENT who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as a PLUMBER. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

quick facts

Name: Mariano Luis Julian de la Luna (formerly Reyes Ortega) Nickname: Lui, Julio but only from family Age:��32 Faceclaim: Sean Teale Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Tragically Straight But I'm Trans So It's Ok Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Occupation: Plumber Role: Hunter

[+] kind, even-tempered, insightful, down-to-earth [-] self-conscious, clumsy, single-minded, overconfident

background

TW: Child Neglect, Child abandonment

Lui is the fourth born Reyes Ortega sibling, up until he was ten years old, he like the rest of his siblings, had thought that he was Vero's twin brother. When the eldest of the siblings ran off, the twins tried to stop him, asking him to stay and help with the family. Their older brother on his way out decided to burn all bridges, letting it slip that Lui and Vero were affair babies from both sides. Lui the result of their mother having an affair whereas Vero was from their father's own affair. Also bringing in the realization they weren't related by blood.

In any other family this might have been a breaking point, but they were nothing if not resilient. Celia at 13 managing to keep the family together despite it all. His dynamic with Vero also didn't change, they still shared a birthday and siblings, so as far the family was concerned they were still the twins. While talking things over with Vero, the concept of gender came up, the two admitting being envious of the other in that respect.

A few conversations later and the two simply opted to switch their names along with their wardrobe. They managed to keep it mostly under wraps that they'd switched until Celia gently confronted them to ask how they wanted to move forward. After that Lui was officially Lui to the family and now the 2nd son in the family. Considering the family lacked any real male role models he felt a lot of pressure to be a good role model for the youngest sibling, Mo. Even greater pressure when Celia's boyfriend abandoned Felipe.

While he would have liked to study music in school, he doubted that be a career that would help pay the bills. Especially with his mom running away from the family, later finding out she'd reconnected with Lui's biological dad and opting to have a solo life with him. It didn't help that less than a few years later they gained another mouth to feed when Mo's dad dumped Marisol on their doorstep.

Opting instead to go to trade school alongside Vero, while it was out of town it was close enough they could come and help out when needed. Being a plumber had never been the dream, but it was a stable career which was about all he could ask for. He was in the middle of his training when the weekly phone call from home never came. Opting to follow Vero home to check in on everyone, which now over a decade later still has him in town, but hey the family is still resilient.

misc

When they were in middle school Lui and Vero switched places at school, using every trick in the book to keep it under wraps. Eventually Celia caught on and made the change official for their family, though only those in their close circle know about the switch.

At 18, Celia took the twins to legally change their names along with their gender markers. Before this they'd been going out of town for gender affirming care thanks to a non profit organization.

While he considers all his siblings except their eldest brother to simply be his siblings, nothing half about it. Marisol is the exception in he calls her his niece, opting to be an uncle figure rather than an older brother.

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[echologname]

This is what I could gather:

Sparky/lekie (Scotland) - Electrician

Bricky - Construction/bricklayer

Chippie - Carpenter (they make wood chips when they cut wood)

Grease monkey - Mechanic

Ambo - EMT

Firey/Crack - Fire fighter

Garbo/Garbologist - Garbage man

Journo - Journalist

Muso - Musician

Postie - Postman

Acca - Academic

Chalky - Teacher

Truckie - Truck driver

Saltie - Sailor/fisherman

Techie - IT

Janny - Janitor

Cop/Copper - Police officer

Peeler - Police officer (archaic, British)

Plod - Police officer (British slang)

Bobby - Police officer (British slang, historic)

Cabbie - Taxi driver

Gumshoe - Detective

Hoofer - Dancer

Bouncer - Doorman

Pug - Boxer

Bean counter - Accountant

Shrink - Psychologist/Psychiatrist

Quack/Doc - Doctor (often used disparagingly)

Sawbones - Surgeon

Pen pusher - Office worker/Clerk

Gas jockey - Gas station attendant

Scribe - Writer/Journalist

Hacker - Computer programmer (modern usage)

Pencil pusher - Office worker/Clerk

Beanie - Accountant

Gaffer - Boss or head of a crew, often in film production or on construction sites

Roadie - Someone who works with a touring music band, setting up equipment

Snow plow - Ski resort worker (slang, often derogatory)

Jarhead - Marine (US military slang)

Mud slinger - Plasterer or Mason

Hoop jumper - Bureaucrat or someone dealing with paperwork tasks

Information witch/book farmer/book keeper/book jockey - librarian

Tradie (Australian) - short for tradesman

Handyman - tradesman

Dunny diver — plumber (they fix toilets or in colloquial English ‘dunnies’)

Shiny bum — an office worker or executive (because they sit on their bottom all day so it gets shiny)

Desk driver — also an office worker or executive.

Milko — a milkman who delivers the milk to your doorstep (not sure this job still exists)

Checkout chick — for a female cashier in a supermarket or shop

Tooth man/woman - dentist

Food wizard/Foodie/Kitchen commander - chef

Book keeper/information wizard - librarian

Froggie - job hopper, someone who gets a new job about every 2 months

House bum - unemployed

australians were so correct for coming up with funny nicknames for occupations

[cmcgt]

Long Island (Eilis Lacey, #2) by Colm Tóibín | Goodreads

"From the beloved, critically acclaimed New York Times bestselling author comes a spectacularly moving and intense novel of secrecy, misunderstanding, and love, the story of Eilis Lacey, the complex and enigmatic heroine of Brooklyn, Tóibín’s most popular work, twenty years later.

Eilis Lacey is Irish, married to Tony Fiorello, a plumber and one of four Italian American brothers, all of whom live in neighboring houses on a cul-de-sac in Lindenhurst, Long Island, with their wives and children and Tony’s parents, a huge extended family that lives and works, eats and plays together. It is the spring of 1976 and Eilis, now in her forties with two teenage children, has no one to rely on in this still-new country. Though her ties to Ireland remain stronger than those that hold her to her new land and home, she has not returned in decades.

One day, when Tony is at his job and Eilis is in her home office doing her accounting, an Irishman comes to the door asking for her by name. He tells her that his wife is pregnant with Tony’s child and that when the baby is born, he will not raise it but instead deposit it on Eilis’s doorstep. It is what Eilis does—and what she refuses to do—in response to this stunning news that makes Tóibín’s novel so riveting.

Long Island is about longings unfulfilled, even unrecognized. The silences in Eilis’ life are thunderous and dangerous, and there’s no one more deft than Tóibín at giving them language. This is a gorgeous story of a woman alone in a marriage and the deepest bonds she rekindles on her return to the place and people she left behind, to ways of living and loving she thought she’d lost."

June 2025

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[gmagency]

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Professional Plumbing Remodeling in Glenn Heights, TX: A Homeowner’s Guide

By a1Integrity / June 16, 2025

Whether you’re updating one room or your entire home, professional plumbing remodeling in Glenn Heights, TX delivers reliability and performance. It’s the smart way to improve both function and value.

If you’re in Glenn Heights, TX, you’re in luck. Professional plumbing remodeling is right at your doorstep, with A1 Integrity Plumbing leading the charge in transforming homes. Imagine walking into a space where everything flows seamlessly, from the water in your taps to the aesthetic appeal of your fixtures.

But here’s the catch: remodeling isn’t just about picking out the prettiest faucets. It’s about understanding your home’s unique plumbing needs and making informed choices that save you money and future headaches. You deserve a home that works as well as it looks, and that’s where our guide comes in. We’ll walk you through the essentials, helping you make smart decisions that align with your dream home vision. Stay with us, and discover how you can turn your remodeling aspirations into reality with expert advice and insights tailored just for you. Ready to dive into a world where your plumbing dreams come true? Let’s get started!

Choosing The Right Plumbing Services

Discover professional plumbing remodeling services in Glenn Heights, TX with A1 Integrity Plumbing. Ensure your home’s plumbing needs are met by professionals who prioritize quality and efficiency. Choose the right service for a stress-free experience.

Choosing the right plumbing services in Glenn Heights, TX can be a daunting task. With numerous options available, how do you ensure you’re picking the best fit for your needs? This decision is crucial as it directly impacts the quality of your home’s plumbing system and, ultimately, your peace of mind.

Understanding Your Plumbing Needs

Before reaching out to a plumbing service, take a moment to assess your needs. Are you planning a full-scale bathroom remodel, or do you need some minor pipe repairs? Identifying the scope of your project helps streamline the search for a specialist who excels in that particular area.

Research Local Plumbers

Start by compiling a list of local plumbers with good reputations. Online reviews and community forums can provide genuine insights into their past work. Remember, a well-recommended plumber in Glenn Heights usually indicates reliability and quality service.

Check For Licenses And Insurance

Always verify the plumber’s credentials. A licensed and insured plumber assures you of compliance with local codes and standards. This not only protects your home but also ensures that the work is up to professional standards.

Request Detailed Quotes

Don’t shy away from asking for detailed quotes from multiple plumbers. This will give you a clear idea of the costs involved. It also helps in understanding what each service includes, preventing any unexpected expenses later.

Ask About Experience And Specializations

Inquire about their experience with projects similar to yours. A plumber with relevant experience will likely encounter fewer issues and complete the job more efficiently. If you’re remodeling a historical property, for instance, a plumber familiar with older systems is essential.

Evaluate Communication Skills

Effective communication is key. You want a plumber who listens to your concerns and explains their process clearly. Good communication ensures that you’re both on the same page, reducing the risk of misunderstandings.

Prioritize Customer Service

Excellent customer service can make all the difference. A plumber who is courteous, punctual, and respectful of your home adds value to the service. Remember, you’re not just hiring a service; you’re inviting someone into your home. Choosing the right plumbing service requires careful consideration and a bit of research. But the effort you put in now can save you time, money, and headaches in the long run. Have you had any experiences where the right choice made all the difference?

Key Plumbing Remodeling Considerations

Plumbing remodeling is a crucial part of any home renovation. A successful project can enhance your home’s functionality and value. In Glenn Heights, TX, homeowners often face unique challenges with plumbing. Understanding key considerations helps ensure a smooth process.

Understanding Your Current Plumbing Layout

Before you begin, know your current plumbing layout. This knowledge helps in planning new installations. It prevents unnecessary damage and costs. Consider consulting a professional for a detailed assessment.

Choosing The Right Plumbing Fixtures

Fixtures are not just about looks. They affect water efficiency and long-term maintenance. Choose fixtures that blend style with functionality. Energy-efficient options can also reduce water bills.

Compliance With Local Codes And Regulations

Every area has specific plumbing codes. Glenn Heights is no exception. Ensure your remodel complies with these regulations. Non-compliance can lead to fines or further renovations.

Budgeting For Unexpected Issues

Plumbing remodels may uncover hidden problems. Old pipes, leaks, or outdated systems might surface. Set aside a contingency budget. This ensures you’re prepared for any surprises.

Hiring A Skilled Plumbing Contractor

A skilled contractor is vital for quality work. They bring expertise and local knowledge. Verify their credentials and experience. A good contractor ensures your project meets expectations.

Benefits Of Professional Plumbing Remodeling In Glenn Heights

Professional plumbing remodeling in Glenn Heights, TX enhances home value and efficiency. A1 Integrity Plumbing ensures professional service, reducing future repair costs and improving water flow. Homeowners benefit from updated systems, boosting convenience and safety.

When considering plumbing remodeling in Glenn Heights, TX, working with professionals like A1 Integrity Plumbing can transform your home. The benefits of professional plumbing remodeling extend beyond just updating old pipes. It enhances your home’s efficiency, safety, and overall value.

Enhanced Efficiency And Performance

Professional plumbers have the expertise to upgrade your system, ensuring efficient water flow and reducing wastage. They can install modern fixtures that are designed to conserve water, which lowers your utility bills. Picture this: less water wasted means more money saved for your next family vacation.

Increased Home Value

Investing in professional plumbing remodeling can significantly boost your home’s market value. Potential buyers are often willing to pay more for homes with updated plumbing systems. Imagine the peace of mind knowing your home is more appealing and valuable because of a smart plumbing upgrade.

Improved Safety And Compliance

Old plumbing systems can pose safety hazards like leaks or water contamination. Professionals ensure that your plumbing adheres to current building codes and safety standards. This reduces risks and gives you confidence that your home is a safe environment for your family.

Customized Solutions

Professional plumbers provide tailored solutions based on your specific needs and preferences. Whether it’s a luxurious spa-like bathroom or a practical, user-friendly kitchen, they can bring your vision to life. Have you ever thought about how a simple change in your plumbing could enhance your daily routine?

Stress-free Experience

With experts handling your plumbing remodel, the stress of potential mishaps or prolonged disruptions is minimized. You can focus on the exciting aspects of your renovation, knowing that the plumbing is in capable hands. Trusting professionals means you get to enjoy the process and the results without unnecessary worry. 

In summary, choosing professional plumbing remodeling not only upgrades your home’s systems but also enhances your quality of life. Why settle for outdated plumbing when you can have a system that works seamlessly and adds value to your home? Consider the long-term benefits and take the plunge into a more efficient, valuable, and safer home environment with A1 Integrity Plumbing.

Tips For Working With A1 Integrity Plumbing

Working with A1 Integrity Plumbing in Glenn Heights, TX can enhance your home. Understanding the process ensures smooth and efficient plumbing remodeling. Here are some tips to guide you through working with A1 Integrity Plumbing.

Communicate Clearly

Clear communication is essential for a successful project. Share your vision and expectations with the team. This helps them understand your needs and deliver accordingly.

Set A Budget

Establish a clear budget before starting the project. This ensures you stay within financial limits. Discuss your budget with A1 Integrity Plumbing for transparency.

Ask Questions

Don’t hesitate to ask questions. Understanding every step helps avoid confusion. The team is ready to provide answers and guidance.

Schedule Flexibility

Be open to schedule adjustments. Sometimes unexpected issues arise during remodeling. Flexibility helps accommodate changes smoothly.

Review The Contract

Read the contract thoroughly before signing. Ensure you understand all terms and conditions. This protects you from unexpected surprises later.

Check Credentials

Verify the credentials of A1 Integrity Plumbing. Confirm their licenses and certifications. This guarantees professional and qualified service.

Follow Up On Progress

Regular follow-ups keep you informed. Monitor the progress of your plumbing project. Stay engaged to ensure timely completion.

Frequently Asked Questions

How Do I Find A Good Plumbing Contractor?

Check online reviews and ratings on platforms like Yelp or Google. Ask for recommendations from friends or family. Verify licenses and insurance. Request quotes from multiple contractors. Choose one with experience and positive feedback.

What Is A Plumbing Evaluation?

A plumbing evaluation is a thorough inspection of your plumbing system. It identifies leaks, blockages, and potential issues. This process ensures efficient water flow and system longevity. Regular evaluations can prevent costly repairs and maintain home safety. Certified plumbers typically perform these assessments to guarantee accurate results.

What Is Plumbing Remodeling?

Plumbing remodeling involves upgrading or replacing existing plumbing systems. It often includes installing new fixtures, pipes, and drains. This process can enhance your home’s functionality and increase its value. Professional plumbers ensure compliance with local codes and standards. In Glenn Heights, TX, expert services like A1 Integrity Plumbing offer reliable remodeling solutions.

Why Choose A1 Integrity Plumbing In Glenn Heights?

A1 Integrity Plumbing is renowned for its skilled craftsmanship and reliability. They offer customized plumbing remodeling solutions to fit your needs. Their team is experienced and knowledgeable about local plumbing regulations. Choosing them ensures quality service and peace of mind during your remodeling project.

Conclusion

Choosing professional plumbing remodeling in Glenn Heights, TX, ensures quality service. A1 Integrity Plumbing offers reliable solutions for your home needs. Skilled professionals handle every aspect with care and precision. You’ll enjoy a seamless remodeling experience. No more worries about plumbing issues.

Trustworthy and efficient, they cater to your specific requirements. Their expertise guarantees long-lasting results. Homeowners can feel confident and secure. Make your home a better place with A1 Integrity Plumbing. Reliable plumbing enhances your living space. Enjoy peace of mind and comfort in your home.

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How Remote Plumbing Assistance Services Are Changing Home Repairs

Gone are the days when every leaking pipe or clogged drain required an in-person plumber. In today’s tech-driven world, Remote Plumbing Assistance Services are redefining how we manage household issues. Thanks to video calls, real-time diagnostics, and expert guidance, homeowners now have access to quick and reliable plumbing help without having to wait for a technician to show up at their doorstep.

Let’s explore how this innovative service is revolutionizing Remote Home Repair Assistance and making home maintenance faster, more efficient, and more accessible than ever before.

1. Real-Time Plumbing Support Without the Wait

Traditional plumbing services often come with delays—whether it’s finding availability, waiting for a technician to arrive, or dealing with emergency call-out fees. With Remote Plumbing Assistance Services, you can connect to licensed professionals instantly through your smartphone, tablet, or laptop.

🛠️ Get expert help the moment a problem arises, not hours (or days) later.

2. Step-by-Step Visual Guidance

These services don’t just offer generic advice—they provide real-time, visual assistance. Using your camera, a plumber can see the exact problem and guide you through the fix step-by-step.

Whether you're dealing with a leaky faucet, a clogged sink, or a malfunctioning water heater, Remote Expert Household Repairs ensure you get professional advice that’s tailored to your exact situation.

📹 Think of it as a virtual house call—fast, safe, and incredibly effective.

3. Cost-Effective Solutions for Everyday Plumbing Issues

Not every plumbing issue requires a full-service visit. In many cases, small problems can be fixed with a wrench, a plunger, and a bit of guidance. That’s where Remote Plumbing Assistance Services shine.

By solving minor problems remotely, homeowners save money on service fees and reduce the need for emergency call-outs.

💰 Save time, fuel, and service costs—all while getting expert results.

4. Ideal for Remote Locations and Senior Citizens

If you live in a rural area, or if your elderly parents need quick support but are hesitant to let strangers into their home, remote assistance offers a perfect solution. With Remote Home Repair Assistance, help is just a video call away—no travel needed, and no unnecessary risk.

🏡 Stay safe and independent with reliable support from a distance.

5. Environmentally Friendly and Efficient

Remote repair assistance doesn’t just save money—it also helps reduce carbon emissions by minimizing the number of vehicles on the road. Fewer travel miles mean a smaller environmental footprint, especially when multiple small fixes can be done virtually.

🌱 A smart fix for your home and the planet.

Final Thoughts

Remote Plumbing Assistance Services are more than a convenient alternative—they’re the future of smart, sustainable home repair. Whether you’re fixing a minor leak or diagnosing a more complex issue, expert help is now faster, safer, and more accessible than ever.

By integrating Remote Expert Household Repairs into your routine, you’ll gain peace of mind knowing that real professionals are just a call away—ready to guide you through any household plumbing challenge.