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Budget-Friendly Garage Conversions: Making The Most Of Your Investment

The prospect of transforming a garage into useful home provides a wide variety of opportunities for homeowners, supplying an opportunity to both boost way of living and potentially boost property value.

Cost-effective techniques can be implemented to take full advantage of the return on this home renovation project, consequently enhancing the financial benefits alongside the added convenience and convenience.

While some might think such conversions to be financially draining pipes, it is feasible to undertake these improvements within budgetary constraints while preserving high quality end results.

In today's increasingly affordable real estate market, property owners are continually seeking innovative methods to bolster their building's appeal and potential resale worth.

A garage conversion supplies a special chance in this regard; not just does it include beneficial square video but also provides versatility in its utility-- from visitor bed rooms or workplace to leisure spaces or rental units.

These makeovers however require thoughtful planning and notified decision-making processes worrying style aspects, product option, labor expenses among others.

This short article intends to provide useful advice on handling these aspects successfully and financially whilst guaranteeing an end result that pleases both visual considerations and financial investment returns.

Cost-efficient Methods for Change

Applying cost-effective approaches for garage changes can dramatically boost the value of a residential or commercial property, providing a powerful roi that resonates with both financial prudence and visual charm.

A calculated method to such conversions involves concentrating on elements that take full advantage of able to be used area while all at once improving performance. Some efficient methods consist of installation of multi-purpose furnishings and smart storage options, which lessen clutter without endangering access. Additionally, opting for energy-efficient insulation products can provide lasting cost savings in heating/cooling prices, therefore enhancing the monetary benefits of the conversion process.

In addition, integrating functional yet trendy design aspects can raise the aesthetic appeal of these rooms without necessitating elegant expense. For example, basic interventions such as updating illumination components or applying fresh paint can dramatically improve ambiance. Integrating huge windows not just permits natural light infiltration but additionally broadens visual area understanding-- contributing to an overall sense of belonging within this freshly transformed location.

Thus, by embracing affordable improvement techniques, homeowners are managed an opportunity to transform their garages right into functional and aesthetically appealing home; thus optimizing return on their investment.

Maximizing Return on Home Renovation Projects

Enhancing the return on home enhancement tasks requires cautious planning and critical decision-making. This is specifically real for garage conversions, where the balance between cost effectiveness and added worth must be completely taken into consideration.

Prioritization of alterations that enhance both performance and visual charm can produce a considerable increase in residential property appraisal. As an example, incorporating additional space such as bedrooms or offices can result in an attractive multi-purpose area that dramatically improves resale value. In addition, concentrating on energy-efficient enhancements not only decreases energy costs however likewise enhances bankability as a result of expanding consumer demand for environmentally friendly homes.

In addition to choosing high-return alterations, efficient allowance of resources plays a vital function in making best use of investment returns from garage conversions. Picking resilient yet budget-friendly products can prevent too much expenses while making sure durability and low maintenance prices. Making use of space-saving design principles allows house owners to cater to contemporary patterns without sacrificing convenience or functionality.

Finally, acquiring needed authorizations and sticking strictly to building codes safeguards versus potential legal issues that might adversely impact the residential or commercial property's value or marketability. Hence, with careful preparation and cautious selections, home owners can change their garages into useful possessions that elevate their homes' worth while satisfying their personal needs and choices.

Final thought Finally, a prudent investment in affordable garage conversion techniques functions as a catalyst for enhanced return on home renovation jobs, comparable to sowing seeds that generate plentiful fruit soon.

It is just through careful preparation and execution that the potential of garage areas can be fully manipulated.

Additionally, by striking an optimal equilibrium between looks and capability, these conversions can certainly end up being the epitome of area utilization.

Therefore, it comes to be clear that budget-friendly garage conversions are not simply an expense; rather, they make up a gratifying financial investment encouraging significant returns.

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Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 8/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

EIGHT

                When they go back downstairs Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell are both standing at the opposite ends of the kitchen, looking angry. He chances a quick look with Bradley who simply rolls his eyes. Definitely weird.

                “Dinner should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

                “Thank you.”

                “Yeah. Thanks,” Bradley adds and Jake knows he considers these two men some type of parents but his whole attitude screams disrespect and Jake wonders when Bradley might get over himself. He doesn’t want to risk disciplinary action by association. Although, he supposes, Admiral Kazansky can definitely tell that it’s all on Bradley, which is a blessing. The silence is definitely awkward, and he doesn’t know what he can possibly talk about when every subject is a potential minefield, so silence seems like the best choice for now. Admiral Kazansky does offer drinks, of which only Captain Mitchell accepts, asking for a beer and for some reason there is huffs and eye rolling and Jake has no idea what is going on.

                Weird.

                The food finally arrives and they eat and make polite conversation, none of it of any substance. Jake desperately wants to ask how long Admiral Kazansky has known about Transformers. He also wants to ask Captain Mitchell what he’s worked on in the past, because he suspects he’s going to get to learn all about the mechanical workings and help build Jetfire. That’s something that has him buzzing, something he’s wanted to do since he was a kid and not been able to do and now being given even the chance has him excited.

                Dustdrift and Ninja are in the garage and he can tell that Captain Mitchell is itching to get out there. There are definitely more silent conversations happening around the table than there are actual spoken ones and he’s certain he feels almost glancing blows as either Admiral Kazansky or Captain Mitchell kick each other under the table. Or maybe Bradley is the one doing the kicking. Regardless, he draws his ankles under his chair where they’ll be safe from roaming kicks.

                When they’re finished Captain Mitchell automatically starts clearing the trash and stacking the used plates into the dishwasher, clearly comfortable in the Admiral’s house and a pleased smile breaks out on his face when Bradley goes to help him.

                “Oh…” Ice says, voice soft and Jake is fairly certain he hadn’t meant to make a sound. He looks at the domestic scene and wonders what it’s about. Before he can think about it too much Admiral Kazansky is pushing his chair back and inclining his head, clearly intending for Jake to follow him. He enters a study, large desk taking up a large portion of the room, there are photos, maps, books and knick-knacks he’d love to go and study but he stands there, very mindful that this is clearly a conversation Admiral Kazansky wishes to have in private. Or maybe to give Bradley and Captain Mitchell some privacy. Then Admiral Kazansky is reaching behind the door and handing Jake a set of khakis.

                “Here. They’re not up to current regulations but they’re still a step up from civvies.” Jake takes the coat hanger and looks, sees the Kazansky nameplate and his eyebrows shoot up. “They’re old, I was keeping them for sentimental reasons. And I would like them back, however we can make some exceptions given the current… situation.”

                “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.”

                “Don’t speak too soon Lieutenant, we need to have a talk.”

                “Sir?”

                “Please, this is an informal talk. Very informal. I’m about to trust you with something that only a handful of people know.”

                Jake doesn’t know if he’s ready for state secrets, it’s bad enough knowing that his new knowledge of the Transformers is going to no doubt have a considerable impact on his career, and he doesn’t know if it will be positive of negative yet.

                “Do you have to tell me sir?”

                “Well, I have been informed it would be best for you to know, so that you are not caught by surprise should a… situation arise.”

                Jake has no fucking clue what sort of situation he could be referring to. They’ve already got fucking transforming robots, what else could there be? If it’s informal as it is?

                “Now generally this is very much a case of don’t ask –”

                His stomach plummets, skin instantly clammy and then his stomach is rushing back up and he swallows against the urge to throw up.

                “Did Bradley say something?”

                “What?”

                Jake snaps his mouth shut, mind racing back over the conversation he’d had earlier with Bradley. That they knew that Bradley was… not straight. That they were fine with it. Sort of. Fuck. What does any of that even mean?

                “Sorry sir. You were saying?”

                Admiral Kazansky’s eyes have narrowed and Jake swallows.

                “I’m gay and have been in a relationship with Captain Mitchell for twenty years. Give or take.”

                Jake’s sure his jaw hits the floor. Of all the things he was expecting, that was not it. Likewise the relief that floods through him makes his knees feel a little wobbly and he locks them tight. Bradley’s cryptic as fuck comments make way more sense now in hindsight.

                “Holy shit. Me too.” Admiral Kazansky’s eyebrows go up, and Jake is pretty sure his lips are twitching with amusement and he replays what he just said. “Uh. Just the gay part, not the relationship part…”

                “Yes. I gathered as much. Well. Pete thought it prudent that you were made aware it was a fact so that you could… avoid revealing said fact, even accidentally.”

                “Of course sir. Distract, deflect and divert right?”

                “I like your thinking lieutenant.”

…            …            …

                “Did you remember to tell him that he could have the other guest room?”

                “Shit. No. I forgot.”

                “So, we’ve just put two young men in a room with one bed, despite there being a perfectly empty second bedroom.”

                “Two young men who aren’t straight.”

                “Really? Huh. Well, it is possible they’re just…”

                “They met for the first time today. Bradley may have changed, but I don’t think he’d…”

                “I would have. Ha. I did.”

                “Jesus Mav, you aren’t reassuring me.”

                “Okay, how’s this for being reassuring. The guest bedroom they’re in is on the opposite side of the house and we won’t hear anything.”

                “Still not helping!”

                “He’s twenty-four – ”

                “Six.”

                “What?”

                “He’s twenty-six.”

                “No. I know… oh my god. You’re right. He’s twenty-six.”

                Pete’s voice breaks a little and Tom wraps his arms around him and holds him tight. He knows they’ll start building back their relationship from before, but it will be different and it will have scars and tender patches with bruises that will hurt for years, especially if either of them press too hard. They’re both a little too hot-headed and volatile sometimes and he can only hope that Seresin is calm and collected under pressure, because he’s fairly certain that their futures are all now intrinsically twisted together.

…            …            …

                “Holy shit, Admiral Kazansky is gay and in a relationship with Captain Mitchell.”

                “Uh. Did you figure that out, or are you asking me?” Bradley asks him, and he’s changed into a sleeveless undershirt and boxers, clearly getting ready for bed. Even used to communal living like he is it feels a lot more intimate with them in a room with a single large bed.

                “No. He just flat out told me. Said he was trusting me. Holy shit.”

                “Oh. Thank fuck.”

                “You knew,” Jake states, even though he already suspected that was the case.

                “Yeah, of course I did. Mav is my godfather and Ice is… Ice. Uncle Ice.”

                “Right. Makes sense that you’d know. Except you weren’t talking to them for the last few years because of the secret that your Bronco decided to spill… Weird coincidence that we’ve got a bunch of Transformers and naval aviators and none of the naval aviators are… straight,” Jake says. Because Bradley still hasn’t specified exactly how he identifies, and that’s fine, he might be a little curious, but he doesn’t have to know. It’s enough to know that he’s not actually alone in that respect either, not that he thought he was, but suspecting and knowing are two very distinct things and it’s making him feel quite buoyant.

                “Yeah, you’re right. Although if what Dustdrift said then they came to my dad first, and he was very much… actually. I’m assuming he was straight because he was married to my mom, but he could have been bisexual I guess.”

                “You’ve taken this whole thing really… calmly,” Jake states.

                “Well, I always suspected something was up, so today has just been the confirmation that I’m not actually going crazy and imagining the fact that I haven’t ever paid for gas…”

                “Well, I’ve got a horse truck that needs filling up if you want that life experience…”

                Bradley laughs and Jake finds himself smiling at the sound, because it’s somewhat of a relief that even after everything something as mundane as putting gas in a truck can somehow be funny. Also Bradley looks good, all happy and relaxed, his arms are nicely defined with muscle and yeah, he’s got long legs and Jake should probably stop staring. Not that Bradley seems to have noticed at all, which is a relief.

                “So, now that you know Mav isn’t using the other guest room, you’re welcome to it. We don’t have to share.”

                Jake blinks, a little taken aback, because that logistic hadn’t occurred to him. Of course Captain Mitchell is comfortable here, he likely spends a large chunk of time here, no wonder he simply started clearing the trash and packing the dishwasher, will be sleeping in Admiral Kazansky’s bedroom. Huh.

                “I’m the actual guest, surely you should go to the other room?”

                “Bullshit. I’m just as much a guest as you are. I’ve never lived here. Haven’t called any house of Mav’s or Ice’s home since I was eighteen.”

                “Yeah, and how long has that been then?”

                “Eight years.”

                “Oh. Huh.”

                “Just make up your mind. I don’t care. Less loads of washing if we share though.”

                “Yeah… yeah okay,” Jake agrees, because it’s a flimsy excuse but it’s still better than admitting he struggles to fall asleep when he’s not in a room with several other people, his time at USNA and now in bunks or racks meaning he needs the sound of other’s breathing to lull him to sleep.

NINE

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Racing Hearts - Part 8

A Max Verstappen Imagine

Pairing : Max x fem! reader/driver

End Game

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Thank you to all you guys for loving Racing Hearts. It was so fun writing this. Ciao!

The paddock buzzed with whispers, and the air was thick with tension as the unexpected twist in the investigation sent shockwaves through the racing world. Red Bull, once on the pedestal of triumph, now found themselves on the precipice of scandal.

Article 1 - The Unraveling of Champions:

In a shocking turn of events, Red Bull Racing's triumphant champions, Max Verstappen and Y/N, find themselves ensnared in controversy. The media spotlight has shifted from their on-track victories to an investigation that threatens to tarnish their legacy.

Every move made by the once-celebrated duo is now under a microscope. From their pit lane conversations to their off-track interactions, no detail is too small to escape scrutiny.

Article 2 - Team Unity Tested:

Red Bull Racing, known for its unyielding team spirit, now faces a formidable challenge. The camaraderie in the garage, once a pillar of strength, is strained as doubt casts a shadow over the team.

Whispers of internal discord circulate as team members navigate the pressure. Will the unity that fueled their victories withstand the relentless storm of criticism?

Article 3 - Champions Under Fire:

The champions who once dominated the podium now find themselves defending not just their titles but their very reputation. Max Verstappen and Y/N are in the eye of a media storm that threatens to dismantle the success they worked tirelessly to achieve.

Critics question every decision, every statement, amplifying the strain on the champions who are accustomed to roaring engines, not deafening scrutiny.

Article 4 - Red Bull's Crisis Management:

With the championship-winning team in crisis, Red Bull Racing grapples with the fallout. The pressure to protect its image intensifies as media speculation reaches a fever pitch.

As the team navigates this uncharted territory, the question remains: Can they weather the storm and emerge stronger on the other side, or will the drama prove too much for the once-invincible Red Bull Racing?

Article 5 - Fragile Foundations:

The foundation of Red Bull Racing, built on triumph and unity, now faces its most formidable test. Max Verstappen and Y/N bear the weight of skepticism, their once unassailable reputation now hanging in the balance.

In the midst of this turmoil, the true measure of champions is revealed. Will they crumble under the pressure, or will they rise above, proving that even in the face of doubt, they remain a force to be reckoned with?

Max and you, once celebrated champions, now faced relentless scrutiny and criticism from the media. Every move was dissected, every word analyzed. The team rallied behind you, but the pressure threatened to tear everything apart.

Yet, the drama took an unexpected turn. A new piece of evidence emerged, seemingly casting doubt on Red Bull's innocence. The media frenzy escalated, and the weight of the situation became unbearable. 

The turning point came when an internal audit within Red Bull Racing uncovered irregularities in Max Verstappen's car from a previous race. The investigation revealed a potential breach of technical regulations, raising questions about the legitimacy of Max's victories.

In a surprising twist, the team decided to make this information public before the governing bodies could launch their own investigation. The move was an attempt at transparency, but it inadvertently ignited a media firestorm. Headlines screamed about Max's car possibly being in violation of the rules, casting doubt not only on his recent achievements but the entire team's credibility.

Max, sensing the potential damage to the team's reputation, made a bold and self-sacrificing decision.

In a press conference that echoed with the clamor of flashing cameras and probing questions, Max announced, "To protect the integrity of Red Bull Racing, I've decided to step away from the team temporarily while the investigation unfolds. I want the focus to be on racing, not distractions. I'll do whatever it takes to ensure Red Bull's legacy remains untarnished."

The room fell silent as the gravity of Max's sacrifice sunk in. The farewell was sudden and heart-wrenching.

The racing world, already shaken by the scandal, was now faced with the absence of one of its brightest stars. The headlines screamed of Max's sacrifice, but they couldn't capture the emotional weight of the moment.

Days turned into weeks, and the investigation continued. The absence of Max left a noticeable void in the team, and the once-united Red Bull Racing struggled to find its footing.

But then came the calm after the storm.

Headline: The Unraveling of Baseless Allegations

In a shocking revelation, the evidence that sent shockwaves through the racing world, casting doubt on Red Bull Racing's integrity, has been debunked. An internal re-evaluation by the governing bodies exposes the initial findings as groundless, leaving Max Verstappen and the team vindicated.

“Mercedes Issues Apology”

In an unprecedented move, Mercedes, the team that had been the primary voice behind the allegations, issued a public apology. Toto Wolff, team principal of Mercedes, conveys regret for the premature accusations and acknowledges the lack of concrete evidence against Red Bull Racing.

"In the spirit of fair play and competition, we must acknowledge when we are wrong," Wolff states. "Our initial concerns were based on incomplete information, and we sincerely apologize to Red Bull Racing, Max Verstappen, and the entire Formula 1 community for any distress our statements may have caused."

Max, having withdrawn from the limelight during the investigation, returned to Red Bull Racing with a mixture of relief and determination.

The racing community, having weathered the storm of controversy, was left to reflect on the implications of baseless allegations and the impact they can have on the integrity of the sport. 

But you two were far from everywhere. Far from the world of racing, in your world.

In Monaco, you were at Max's house overlooking the azure waters. The racing season had come to an end, and the echoes of the dramatic year lingered.

"I never thought we'd make it through," Max confessed, his eyes meeting yours on the balcony.

"Neither did I," you replied, a sense of shared resilience in your gaze.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the scene. Max wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. "But here we are, stronger than ever."

It was race day. The Bahrain Grand Prix. Max and you were successfully navigating the ups and downs of your life together.

After the post-qualifying interview, Max pulled you away from the lively press room to a secluded, dimly lit room. He pushed you against the wall, sending a shiver through your body.

"So, Y/N, how about letting me win this time?" Max's words, warm against your ear, sent a rush of heat through you.

"In your dreams," you retorted.

Max's grin broadened, "This is going to be so much fun." Without hesitation, he pulled you into a kiss that defied the confines of the shadowy room. It was a fiery blend of desire and an energy that left you breathless.

When the kiss finally broke, Max locked eyes with you, a mischievous glint shining.

"Ready, partner?"

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End of the Line

Dean Winchester x (gn) Reader

Request/Summary: Hi! Could I request a lovers to enemies with Dean x reader? Say there was miscommunication between the two during a hunt and it just spirals from there? But they still hunt together for Sam. If that makes any sense😂

Warnings: Nothing much just some angst, arguments, falling out of love

Word count: 2,074

You’d managed to avoid Dean for the best part of a week now, but inevitably there had to be a point where you’d have to see him. You were dreading it; not because something happened, but more because nothing had happened. You’d just been drifting away from each other for the past few months, and at some point you were going to have to face the music and admit you no longer felt the same way about him as you did all those years ago.

As Sam hollered your name for the third time, you rolled off your bed with a groan and headed to the bunker’s kitchen to see him grabbing a few snacks and ramming them in a bag.

“Erm…how long is this hunt expected to be?” You crossed your fingers behind your back hoping he was just overly hungry already.

“A week, maybe more. We don’t know much about the case so we’re gonna need to rest up in a motel and get studying first.”

Fuck.

“Really? We can’t just do that here before we go?”

Sam shook his head as he swung his bag onto his back. “We need to scope out the town first, talk to some locals. Is Dean ready?”

You shrugged. “Not sure, I haven’t seen him yet this morning.” Sam frowned but knew not to push the subject further. It hadn’t passed him by that his brother and his partner hadn’t be spending much time together recently but he knew not to get involved.

Dean ended up to be in the garage, giving Baby a fresh clean before she hit the open road. You seized the opportunity to hop in the back seat while Sam loaded her up, meaning he would have to ride shotgun with his brother. You didn’t fancy having to make awkward conversation with your boyfriend for the next few hours, especially with Sam able to listen in. He’d definitely know something was wrong if that was the case.

Having slept majority of the way, the drive to Dripping Springs, Texas, flew by. Before you knew it, you were trying to act like you weren’t disappointed the motel only had one double bed and Sam had refused your offer to sleep on the sofa. Maybe sharing a bed with Dean would help your relationship seeing as you hadn’t done it in a while?

He seemed just as disinterested though, so that wasn’t likely. 6 years together had left the two of you too comfortable, and sure, at this point most couples might be thinking of marriage and kids, but that had never been on the cards for you. You’d always imagined that once your Gran had passed, you’d leave Lawrence and join them properly on hunts, but that just wasn’t working out. You missed caring for her, and working with Dean wasn’t at all like you’d expected it. You were constantly bickering and always too tired to show each other any love. It had quite literally killed your relationship.

You knew Dean felt the same too. He got frustrated when you got hurt, and honestly he could never focus on the job at hand because he was worrying about keeping you safe. Although he knew you could do that yourself, that didn’t change how he felt. To Dean, you’d always be that sweet 17 year old he had a crush on for years.

The next few days dragged. You tried to get out of the motel room as much as possible, volunteering to talk to the locals and to do research at the library so there was always a distraction. You'd established you were dealing with a classic haunting by a woman who was out to get revenge on town members who had something to do with the death of her young son, who had died when playing in an abandoned warehouse that had failed to be secured properly. So far, she had already gone after the families of the town's mayor and the head of the health and safety council. Now, the daughter of the building regulation and planning committee's exec was reporting seeing a strange woman follow her home from school.

Truth be told, this news was exactly what you'd been hoping for. Now you finally had a lead, you could get on with hunting and clear out. With the family shipped out of town, you lay in wait around the house, each one of you stationed particularly. This ghost was sour with revenge, and seeing you'd soiled her plan would certainly mean she'd be after you. As a result, Sam was ready as bait to lure her out, while Dean was responsible for burning the bones, and you tried to tame her with a list of hoodoo shit that would keep her in the house and hopefully slow her down. With the three of you being so split up, you'd managed to avoid Dean for the best part of the day, which had given you a chance to think about what you were doing to do.

You had to break up with him. There was no other choice. Things just weren't the same anymore, and you had to face up to that.

But not before you put this ghost in the ground for good. On Sam's cue, you chanted around the house, following the woman once you caught sight of her. Alongside the younger Winchester's luring techniques, you managed to isolate her in the living room just as the clock struck midnight. As it did, your shoulders relaxed slightly, knowing this was Dean's sign to have the bones burned. Yet the ghost remained passionately visible, lunging at Sam as you were thrown off by her lack of disappearance.

"What the-" you cursed as you shot at her with salt, pulling her away from Sam and sending her in your direction.

"WHY ISN'T SHE ASH?" you demanded as you shot at her again, this time making her go up in smoke. You took a breath as you looked confused at Sam, knowing she'd be back any second.

"I'd like to ask you the same question!" You whirled round to see Dean standing in the doorway, book in hand, chalk on his fingertips.

"Did you burn the bones?"

Dean frowned at you and grunted. "Did I burn the bones? No of course not, Y/N, that was your job!"'

"What?!" you demanded, looking from one brother to the other. "No, Dean, that was your job. Sam distracts, I defend, you burn. That was the plan!"

Sam backed off, distancing himself from the bickering. He'd let the two of you sort out your allocated roles, so he wasn't going to take the downfall.

"That was not the plan! I was the one supposed to stay here and ward the house and weaken the spirit. You're the one who's done all the research, you know where the bones are!"

You couldn't believe this. Yes, you'd figured out where the woman was buried, but you never signed up to do the heavy work. The most crucial part of the plan had just been abandoned because neither you nor Dean had the patience to communicate with each other effectively.

Sam's gunshot bought the two of you back to reality as the ghost returned. "For the love of God will someone please go and burn those bones!" Sam hissed as he battled the now incredibly irate ghost. Without a moment's hesitation, you leapt towards the door, only to be followed closely by Dean. The two of you sprinted down the road towards the cemetery, rolling your eyes that both of you had just reacted when previously neither of you had.

Skidding to a halt at the location, you clawed with your fingers at the soil. Dean had disappeared, only to return seconds later with a shovel, which he eagerly thrust into the ground beside you. It was probably the speediest grave dig in history; before you knew it, you were coating the bones in salt as Dean sacrificed a lighter and sent them up in flames.

You panted as his phone rang, and collapsed back into the dirt at the sound of Sam's voice confirming you'd finally been successful.

"What the fuck was that, huh? We could have all been killed!" Dean ran a hand through his hair as he hung up on his brother, looking at you with piercing eyes.

"Dean, I think we need to talk," you panted.

With a sigh, he collapsed up against a tree and crossed his arms.

"I know. We've needed to talk for a while. Things haven't been the same, have they?"

You shook your head, biting your lip to try and hold back the tears. You'd been so angry at your own feelings for so long, but only now in your exhausted state did the emotion start to get at you.

"I don't know what happened, Dean. Everything was fine, we were fine, then just..."

"...then just it wasn't." He finished for you, shaking his head. "We aren't the same kids we used to be, Y/N. We've grown up, and we've both seen some shit. I mean, I've been to hell for god's sake. That changes people."

"But I thought it would be easier once we were hunting together. No more long distance, no more responsibilities. What went wrong?" The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks and reflecting in the moonlight.

"Maybe that just wasn't meant to be. We worked so well together before, but I guess people change. You've changed, that for sure. Theres this fire in your now...I'm not saying its bad, but you're not who you used to be. You've lost your innocence."

Your body shook with anger. Sure you'd changed, you'd had to change. You were used to the kind, soft side to Dean, the side you saw after the hunt. You'd never quite prepared yourself for how vicious he could be when he was doing his day job, even though you knew you should have expected it. "Yeah," was all you could manage.

"You're a good hunter, a really good hunter. I think if anything our relationship has made it hard to see that. But we can't work together cos things like this happen. You almost killed my brother back there." Oh he was livid now, but so you were you.

"No, Dean, don't you dare put that on me. You were supposed to burn the bones, or at least thats how I interpreted it. I would never put Sam in harms way, and you should know that. But you're right. We can't work together, clearly."

The two of you stood in silence, your heavy breathing the only sound in the dark night.

"I did love you, Dean. I don't know when I stopped, but I did. And I know at some point you did too."

"Michigan, five months ago. After that Wendigo kill, you came out like a different person. Thats when I stopped."

You winced. That hurt. You'd thrived on that hunt, you'd finally felt like you were alive again. You got all the anger about your Gran's death out, and you truly felt like you'd fought like the brothers. You thought you'd made Dean proud.

"There's no saving this, you know." Your voiced sounded like gravel but you held your ground.

"I know, and I'm sorry. What we had was amazing but its just..."

"Gone." You finished for him, this time stronger. He nodded and glanced down.

"I owe you a lot, Dean Winchester. And your brother. But this is our last hunt together. I'm going to continue, no matter what you say. But I can't do this with you any more."

He sighed heavily and shifted his stance. "I know. I can't stop you, and like I said, you're a damn good hunter. But I think it's the right choice."

"It is."

You both stood there, taking it all in. Eventually, the looming silence was interrupted by a faint shouting in the distance and a shaky flashlight started to grow stronger to your left.

"C'mon, we better tidy up this grave before your brother gives us a mouthful for almost getting him killed. We owe it to him to at least see this hunt through."

Dean agreed, scooping up the shovel and getting straight to work. Silently, you worked to let the poor woman rest once and for all. You only hoped that one day, you could rest peacefully too.

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[xiaoluclair]

4/5/6

4. nose kisses

5. jawline kisses

6. eyelid kisses // lestappen // rating: G

FORMULA 1 ETIHAD AIRWAYS ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX 2027 �� COMMENTATORS’ BOX TRANSCRIPT

19:01 [David CROFTY, with crescendo] And Liam Lawson brings it home to win the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix in brilliant succession, and brilliant it certainly was but we can’t focus for long right now because the man about to be second place, he’s been called many things in his lifetime: Il Predestinato, The Curse Breaker, Ferrari’s Salvation, and now after this night he can finally etch one more onto that list—

SCUDERIA FERRARI PIT WALL | DRIVER RADIO ↳ C. LECLERC

18:59 [Max VERSTAPPEN] CHARLES LECLE

18:59 [Charles LECLERC] AHHHHHHHHHHHH

18:59 [VERSTAPPEN] YOU ****ING DID IT YOU ****ING WENT AND D

18:59 [LECLERC] OH MY ****ING GOD AHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY

19:00 [VERSTAPPEN] CHARLES LECLERC YOU ARE OFFICIALLY THE TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY SEVEN WORLD CHAMPION!

19:00 [LECLERC] **** LET'S ****ING GOOO BABY!

19:00 [VERSTAPPEN] Ahaha, let's go baby indeed!

19:00 [LECLERC] Are you crying?

19:00 [VERSTAPPEN] My eyes are just a little bit sweaty, mate.

19:00 [LECLERC] Mine too.

START—FINISH STRAIGHT | POST RACE CELEBRATIONS ↳ VISUAL TRANSCRIPT

19:06 [Liam LAWSON parks in P1 and pulls himself out of the RB23. He stands on the front of the car and yells in delight.]

19:06 [Charles LECLERC pulls carefully into the P2 position, knocking over the P2 BOARD.]

19:06 [LAWSON jumps down from his car and runs to his team. The RED BULL RACING crew catch him like quicksand.]

19:06 [Oscar PIASTRI takes the final P3 spot, smoke trailing after his wheels.]

19:06 [Much like LAWSON, LECLERC balances himself on top of the SF-27 and pumps his fists into the air over and over again. He leaps onto the ground and sprints right for the SCUDERIA FERRARI crew, who are akin to a pack of screaming animals.]

19:07 [PIASTRI descends from his car in slightly a calmer manner. Still, he also seems to have forgotten the concept of walking. Before he can reach the RED BULL RACING crew, LAWSON catches him around the abdomen and pulls him into a hug. Their helmets knock together a little and the embrace is reciprocated quickly.]

19:07 [LECLERC, now pulled away from the arms of his team, is standing on his tip-toes. He appears to be searching for someone. He leans into a SCUDERIA FERRARI crew member and, after a few moments, they shout a reply, pointing in the direction of the garages. LECLERC starts to move, seemingly to where the crew member showed, but is pulled back by the same crew member. Rapid conversation is shared between them.]

19:08 [PIASTRI, LAWSON and LECLERC all congratulate each other before documenting their weight in quick succession, as per the FiA's Sporting Regulation 29.1 (a)(ii).]

19:08 [PIASTRI is quick to chug down half a bottle of water. He wears a tired expression that smiles readily at LAWSON's grin. LAWSON puts an arm around PIASTRI's shoulders. The two lean against each other as they share words.]

FORMULA 1 ETIHAD AIRWAYS ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX 2027 ↳ POST RACE INTERVIEWS | HOSTED BY Sebastian VETTEL

19:15 [Sebastian VETTEL, smiling] Charles.

19:15 [Charles LECLERC, grinning] Sebastian.

19:15 [VETTEL] How are you feeling right now?

19:15 [LECLERC, glancing to the side] You just asked me that five minutes ago before this interview, my answer has not changed. I am very, very, very happy, I. There are no words. No words.

19:15 [VETTEL] That could be a problem considering this interview has to last at least two minutes.

19:15 [LECLERC, glancing to the side again] I am very sorry.

19:15 [VETTEL, grinning] Tell everyone else how you're feeling then. It's your very first World Championship, there's got to be a lot of emotions rattling around inside.

19:16 [LECLERC] Oh absolutely. I am. I mean, first I would like to say well done to Liam because he was absolutely amazing this race, and it is a shame we could not battle because of the penalty. But right now, right now I am unbelievably happy right now, I cannot even say it. I am shaking, I think, my hands feel so light and I will probably crash into bed completely later but for now it is. Unbelievable.

19:16 [VETTEL, teasing] No gratuitous 'thank you's?

19:16 [LECLERC] Sorry?

19:16 [VETTEL, grinning] People you want to thank. Any past teammates maybe?

19:17 [LECLERC, laughing] Oh! I mean of course, Marcus taught me a lot so yes I would like to thank him. [laughs again, seemingly at the look on VETTEL's face.] Of course I would also like to thank you, Seb. And I am actually very happy it is you interviewing me here when you were— oh my God, sorry.

19:17 [LECLERC, suddenly sprinting almost too fast for the camera to follow] Where the fuck were you?!

19:17 [Max VERSTAPPEN, catching LECLERC in his arms] Paul dropped a coffee all over me, mate, it was

19:17 [VETTEL, amused] Seemed a bit half-hearted, but I'll take it.

19:17 [LECLERC, against VERSTAPPEN's jaw] God-damnit, Paul.

19:18 [VERSTAPPEN, grinning] Keep it PG, Leclerc.

19:18 [LECLERC, pressing his smile into kisses all over VERSTAPPEN's face] I love [Mia DJACIC takes the microphone easily from his hand] *Unintelligible*.

FORMULA 1 ETIHAD AIRWAYS ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX 2027 ↳ COMMENTATORS’ BOX TRANSCRIPT

19:18 [David CROFTY] Oh, and a little one on the nose to round it off. Do you think that's why Xavi left?

19:18 [Martin BRUNDLE, dryly] On the contrary, I'm pretty sure that's why anyone would stay.

[not7wu]

Chapter Six: A Symbiotic Relationship

Recap: You might have remembered why you woke up naked in Jin's bed...but the hope you had to explore something more came to a screeching halt when you learned about Rule Five and Jin's first love. Jieun instead encouraged you to spend less time on Kim Cho-hee and more time with your family of eight, so you do just that. Oh, and you have a cleaning lady, apparently.

Tae is waiting for you with a corsage outside of your apartment.  Both dressed casually and comfy, the corsage brings a note of whimsy so uniquely Tae that honestly you should have expected it.  Wrist now decorated with periwinkle, thistles, and eucalyptus, you walk hand in hand to the parking garage.  

When you tried solidifying plans with Tae earlier in the day, he said he wanted to surprise you, so you happily settle in and enjoy conversation with him as his driver navigates the streets of Seoul.  There’s a mischievous twinkle in Tae’s eye when you pull up into an alley.  You’re led through a backdoor, through the kitchen, and down a staff hallway to a secluded, closed dining room.  The table is set low with seating cushions.  The wood accents from the trim to the table are rustic with blackened knots and scars.  It’s beautiful and you wonder if Namjoon has been here before.  Your server enters with water and menus and you finally find out where you are.  

Ossu Seiromushi, Jin’s brother’s restaurant.  You peek over the menu at Tae who is staring back at you unabashedly.  You don’t know what he’s planning, but you can’t do anything but go along with it, completely at his mercy.  After your order is put in and your juices placed in front of you, the silence stretches, but it’s different than what you’re used to–the comfortable silences, the anxious silences and the silences that are too loud.  This silence feels buzzy and slinky, like an animal crouched, waiting to pounce.  The Tae sitting in front of you is the same Tae, but he seems different from the persona he normally projects like he has decided to set aside his hahoetal mask for a short time.

“Hello,” you murmur.

“Hi.”  He seems to take the measure of you, stripping you of your own mask that you hadn't realized you had on. Though it's not like he's ripping off this protection you made for yourself, but more like he's letting you breathe unhindered for a while. 

You clear your throat. “How are you?”

He settles into the cushions to consider, leaning back on his arms in a calculated way to seem casual.  You know he's trying to allay your anxiety, but you're actually okay.  Everyone says he's your first friend, one of the ones closest to you, if friendships were to have levels, and even with this given fact, you've never felt deceit from Tae. All of his emotions and reactions have been genuinely and sincerely broadcasted to you.  You trust Tae.   

“Today, I’m content.  It’s a rollercoaster otherwise,” he shrugs.

“Why is that?”

His smile turns half-hearted.  “Our Map of the Soul Tour got canceled.  That sucks.  And you'd think we would have more time to take breaks and see family, but our schedule is still going at the same pace we usually do, if not more, to make it up to Army.”

The pandemic has been difficult for many people.  Even you know that the reason you rarely venture outside their condo isn't entirely to isolate and guard you, but because the world is on edge with these social distancing regulations.  But social distancing for a performance group like BTS, whose relationship with fans is more intimate than most fandoms, must be agony.  “I’m sorry.  I know you were all really looking forward to the tour.”

“Yeah, concerts are the endgame prize for all our hard work and it got snatched away.  We can’t even blame anyone.  So I guess our schedule is a double edged sword to protect and distract us from depression.  Idle idols are not a good thing.  On the other hand, the Tour being canceled wasn’t all that bad either.”

“Because…”

“Because it means we can stay home and spend more time with you.”

“What?”  That was an unexpected turn.  The boys love performing.  It’s the only time they can see the people they’ve inspired to move to the beat, to live life to the fullest, and to dream quietly or loudly.  And Army is like a mirror in that way, inspiring the boys to make the beats, to breathe life in verse, and to accomplish their dreams.  You suddenly feel like an obstacle and it doesn’t sit right with you.  

Tae chews on his lip for a few seconds, assessing your stricken expression, your face an open book.  "Can you handle some heavy conversation? Or do you wanna put a pin in it and we can come back to it when you have the emotional energy for it?"

You want to blurt out that you can handle it, but you respect him for considering your well-being, so you instead take a moment to actually gauge yourself.  Your mind is calm, your emotions are stable, and you feel safe here with Tae.  Confidently, you say, "I can handle it."

His expression is grave, but there's some pride there too, like he's proud you weren't carelessly eager.

He wets his lips, his next words deliberate and conscientious.  “Your attack happened near the beginning of 2018.  We were already burnt out.  We hadn’t seen our families properly in over a year, and then you got hurt.  It felt wrong to leave for the Love Yourself Tour while you were still in the hospital, confused and disoriented.  And the hits just kept coming.  Jungkook’s foot injury.  Jimin’s issues with his muscles and overworked voice.  We became submerged in a blue and grey fog, but that wasn't fair to Army, so we used Army as our focal point.  The guiding constellation until we could be home again.

"But I still felt out of focus, like double vision.  I was giving it my all, but my angel's voice would be drowned out in cresting and ebbing waves of this other voice whispering things like 'Y/N doesn't know who you are.  She doesn't recognize anyone and you abandoned her.  She doesn't have anyone else and she's scared and sad and panicked.  And you left her.  You left her line of sight.'

"And I worried.  Worried that the people we left behind to care for you wouldn't know how best to quiet your brain, how best to cheer you up, how best to distract you.  And as all these worries piled up, I realized I needed you to quiet my brain, cheer me up, and distract me, but you couldn't.  I couldn't call you for encouragement or comfort.  Like a snake biting its own tail I just went round and round in the guilt and depression.  And it wasn't just me.  Jin-hyung, Hobi-hyung–we wanted to leave.  Not just the Tour but everything."

Tae was right to ask if you could handle this.  It's a lot to take in.  You're trying your best to listen, to process, because this moment is for Tae.  He's been holding all of this in and steadily marching on for you.  So you anchor yourself, determined to hold his ship steady.  

You prompt him, "But you didn't leave."

He plays around with the condensation on his water glass.  "No. We didn't leave.  Yoongi-hyung convinced us to stay."

“How did he do that?”

“Eh.  He said that we had more power now to advocate for ourselves in contract negotiations and more means to delegate.  But the ultimate selling point was when he said you would kill us if we left," he chuckles here, melancholy lacing the velvet of it.  "He said you wouldn’t want us to break up.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, Yoongi-hyung tattled on us to you during one of your 'lucid' moments and you really laid into us.”

“Good.”  

Tae rolls his eyes at your satisfaction, but he shares your grin.  He leans in almost conspiratorially.

“You know, you’re the reason why I’m even in BTS.”

“Bullshit.  You’re in BTS because of you.”

He laughs, shaking his head.  “No, seriously.  I’m here because Park Haneul asked you to go with him to an audition, but you couldn’t ask off work.  So, you forced me to go with him instead.  It’s funny cuz’ you were oblivious that he was trying to ask you out and then I passed the audition.  Actually, now that I think about it, that super sucked for him.”

You giggle, “Oh, shit, that’s horrible.  Is it too late to send him an apology gift basket?”

“Eh, I don’t know if that would help or just rub him the wrong way.”

“You’re probably right," you concede.  "Still, even if I got you to the audition, you did all the hard work.”

“Oh, Y/N.  What people don’t tell you in this business is that you can work as hard as you want, but it all ultimately comes down to luck.  I was lucky.  We were lucky.  Now we’re racing towards a ceiling and we can’t predict when it’ll all come crashing down.”

The humor subsides, Tae looking the youngest you've ever seen him, troubled and vulnerable.  You’d do anything to erase that expression forever, but you don’t think you have the power to.  You want to try though.  

“Tae.  It might hurt when you reach the end, but you’ve got parachutes.  You’ve got people like me who are more than ready to catch you.  You say it's all luck, but we are lucky to have you.  Trust that we've got you.  And, it’s all ultimately out of your control, so let’s just enjoy the ride.”

“Advice you could take too, you know.”

You flinch, his words stinging a bit.  “You’re right,” you admit.  “That was a bit careless.  I didn’t mean to dismiss your feelings.  I just meant that I’m here for you, no matter what state I’m in.  And I know you’re here for me too, that all of you are.  I’ve never once felt neglected or abandoned.   If anything, I would understand if you guys put me up in some hospital and went on with your lives.  Seriously, you’ve gone above and beyond what any normal person would do for a friend.”

“Family, Y/N.  You’re family.”

“Yes.  Above and beyond what any normal person would do for family, then.”

“Well, you should know by now we aren’t normal.   I adopted you when I was just a scrawny kid with ears too big for my head and you were just a bookworm who stubbornly refused to get glasses.”

“I don’t know why you’re so dead set against glasses.  But fine.  Let’s ask seonsaeng-nim to move you to a desk in the front,” Tae suggests.  He’s sitting on your desk before class starts, drawing abstract cartoons on the desktop.  There’s a little alien character saying ‘Fighting!  You can do it!’  You’re gonna have to erase it before the test, but it’s still nice to have this reminder and encouragement beforehand.  In turn, he’s making you draw cartoons on his shoes with markers.  You decided to go with a plant theme and he giggles when you add sunglasses to a cactus.

“If I move, we wouldn’t be sitting next to each other, Tae. ”

“Aww, you love me," he coos at you.

You huff.  “We have a symbiotic relationship at best.”

“So you’re saying I’m a clownfish and you’re my sea anemone.”

“Yeah, Tae, you’re a clown.”

“So zappy.  Nice.”  You stick your tongue out at him and he sticks his tongue out at you, crossing his eyes.  It inspires you to draw googily eyes on a sunflower, earning you an approving pat on the head that you bat away.  “Well, just cuz we don’t sit next to each other doesn’t mean we won’t see each other.  We can make it fun!  Passing notes is not a challenge when you’re literally sitting right next to me.”

“So you’re saying you don’t want to sit next to me.”  You mean to say it as a joke, but a tinge of hurt manages to bleed through.  He’s been pushing this idea for the past couple of days, ever since you mentioned your nearsightedness.  Now, you wish you hadn't.  

You know he means well, but it’s hard for you to make friends.  Well, it’s not like you don’t have other friends.  You could end up sitting next to Hanuel or Bora and it’d be fine.  But they’re not Tae.  And you’re the only one who can help him concentrate during lessons.  As you’re thinking that though, you fight off the knowledge that, ultimately, Tae would be fine without you.  Yes, Tae is your person, but Tae is so friendly and charismatic, he doesn’t need to stick with you.  

Tae gets up with no warning, making you accidentally draw a red line through a sunflower, as well as getting a bit of ink on his khakis.  Whoops.  He doesn’t care though, draping himself over you and almost strangling you in the process.  

Some classmates think that you’re together when it couldn’t be farther from the truth.  Many of them are beginning to be interested in things like kissing and sex, so they find your physical closeness suspect, but Tae has confided in you that while he doesn’t think he’d mind kissing, the idea of sex makes him nauseous, makes something wriggle and itch under his skin, so he isn’t interested, nope, no way.  You, on the other hand, aren’t interested in kissing and sex because you’re barely comfortable with hugs.

You remember the first time Tae hugged you.  This boy plopped himself next to you during lunch and proclaimed he was adopting you.  You were particularly sensitive that day being in a new school alone, afraid people would notice that your secondhand uniform (or rather fourthhand) was frayed.  That people would notice no one had dropped you off or would pick you up.  Afraid they’d know you’re an orphan, something abandoned and not worthy of nice things like friendship.  

Orphanages are survival of the fittest.  You only get adopted if you are young and pretty or cute or handsome or charming.  You know you aren't ugly.  Objectively, you think you look generic.  Cookie cutter.  Not only that, you know you aren't charming.  And while your facility tries to be fair and equal, there isn’t always enough to go around, so you often are skipped over for things like new clothes, toys, and treats and get smaller portions of meals, the caretakers citing your apparent 'independence' and 'maturity.'  

But your independence is not voluntary.  It's loneliness.  You are not mature.  You are resigned.  And here was a boy who had already guessed all this, smelled it on you, and was making fun of you for it.  The little hope you had for something different, for something completely your own, died.

You burst into tears and the boy panicked, stumbling over an apology and eyes wildly searching for help before he dove at you, squeezing.  You immediately froze, unused to skinship, arms awkwardly hanging by your sides unsure what to do with them or where you should place your hands.  No one had ever hugged you or held your hand.  None of the caretakers ever tucked you in bed or comforted you after nightmares.  

Like a plant, you wanted to soak it all up like water.  Like sunlight.  You didn’t know how you could prolong it, how to keep this or even if you were allowed to.  So, you froze because maybe if you didn’t move, if you held your breath, this boy wouldn't let go.  

He did eventually let go, but he stayed.  He didn’t ask you questions, but he patiently waited for you to reveal parts of yourself until days, weeks, months went by and you realized he could see all of you.  The world didn’t end and he continued to stay.  He saw your insecurities and he built your confidence with attentive prodding and careful wheedling, drawing you into seemingly innocent arguments and discussions that emphasized the double standards you set for yourself.  He saw how anxious you are and he listened to music with you, introducing you to jazz, trap,  emo-rock and a healthy coping mechanism. He saw how touch starved you are and he hugged, cuddled and held your hand, wearing down your awkward hesitancy with exposure therapy.  Now you grab his forearm and squeeze.  He returns your squeeze bodily, the weight of him grounding you.  

“I’ll always be next to you,” Tae says.  “You can’t get rid of me.  You’re my sea anemone, remember?  I just won’t be in your direct line of sight is all.”

“Well, I’d still rather see you than the board.”

“Aww, you do love me.”  You duck your head, but can’t fight the smile.  His declarations of love are apparently also part of his exposure therapy.  No one has ever said they love you, except Tae.  You only ever read about it in books, books with passionate romance, covenants of friendship, and embers in the hearth of home.  And you think you feel love for Tae too because his love feels like home.  

Tae laughs and ruffles your hair.  You huff in feigned annoyance, shrugging him off and smoothing out your hair.  He moves back to his desk, reaching to ruffle your hair again and you bat his hand away.  “Okay, so if you don’t want to move to the front then you could, I don’t know, get glasses?  You know, those things people wear so they can see?  Come on.  You can get the round ones like Harry Potter!  It’ll be magical!”

“Tae, for the last time, glasses are expensive and–they won’t turn me into a wizard,” you say breathlessly.  Your eyes refocus on the present moment and the first thing you see is Tae stunned, eyes wide.

You remember him as he was in your youth and you now see this beautiful man.  He really has grown into his ears.  The freckles on his nose, cheek and lip are more prominent now from so many days in the sun.  His eyes, though, still hold the same child-like wonder you’ve always admired.  His face lights with that boxy smile, the one that holds so much joy his face can barely contain it.

“Aww, you love me,” he teases.  His expression and tone is playful, but there’s a sincerity, a gravity, a note of bittersweet, a whisper of a question at the end.  His words don’t encompass like a blanket or taste like strawberries.  They don’t weigh you like an anchor or light you up like a firework.  The words flow through you like a river, the surface running free, vibrant and frolicking, but with depths that cut paths in unexpected ways.  A path that connects you to him.  So you have no hesitation, no doubt when you say, “I do.  I love you, Tae.”

He beams and you can’t help grinning back.  You stick your tongue out at him for old time’s sake, but instead of returning the sentiment, his smile softens.  “You know, that’s all we’ve ever needed.  I’m in your corner and you’re in my corner.  As long as we have this, then nothing else matters."

“You’re right," you nod.  "I just–I just want to remember more.  It’s like I have all these pieces to a puzzle, but I’ve lost the box, and every time I remember, I finally get a glimpse at the picture of what I’m supposed to make.  Our experiences and memories make us who we are, Tae.  I wanna complete my puzzle so I can start living my life, you know?”

“But you are living your life.  No one’s puzzle is complete anyways.  It’s constantly changing.  We’re different from when we were twelve and we’re different than we were yesterday.  So even with all that’s going on, you are allowed to be different and to change.  We can make new memories.  Have new experiences.”

“Still.  Those memories are precious.  I don’t wanna throw away the box completely.”

“Then I’ll remember for you.  You can take or borrow any piece you want.”

“What if I stray too far from the original design until I’m too different for you to handle?”

His eyes issue a challenge.  “I can handle it.”

You believe that.  You do.  It’s just–

“Plus,” Tae continues.  He cocks his head at you.  “No matter how many times you’ve reset, you’re still the same at your core, even if you can’t see it.  You’re resilient and kind.  Anxious in yourself, but fierce for others.  And you still baby me.  

"You know, I’m the oldest hyung in my family.  I always take care of my brother and sister and all of my cousins.  I’m expected to be the rock of my family, and in a way, I guess I succeeded.  I worked hard to be where I am so my siblings can do whatever they want.  But you were the first person to let me be me without any expectations.  You let me be silly and strange.  You follow my whims and encourage my weird.

“And if you hadn’t, I don’t know if I could have made it with the hyungs.  I’m a hyung to Jungkookie, but without you, I wouldn’t know how to be a dongsaeng to the hyungs.  To be soft so they can be hard.  To let go of control so they can be in control.  You gave me time to figure it out.  So you can be you without any expectations.  You’ve always taken the reins so I can daydream.  This is your daydream now and I can take the reins.”

You’re deeply touched, and you get it.  Just as you see the twelve year old him still buried in the man he is today, in the way he smiles, the dare in his eyes, he’s still just your Tae.  But you lightly scoff.  “Thank you for taking care of me, but you don’t fool me, Tae.  You still act like an oppa, like a hyung.  You take care of everyone in your wily ways.  You really are our dramatic alien, but I also know that you turn it on, on purpose, for BTS to give them energy.  I know you turn it on, on purpose, at home so everyone can turn off and get comfortable.  I know you turn it on, on purpose, to bring out the oppas’ instincts.  I know you turn it on, on purpose, so Namjoon-oppa, Jimin, and Jungkookie can be silly dongsaengs with you.  You are my silly dongsaeng, but you are also my oppa, Tae.”

“Just let me take the reins, noona.”

You watch the switch happen.  This conversation has been much too serious for far too long and, being called out for his ways, Tae retreats now, putting his hahoetal mask back on with that grin, his eyes twinkling in the way they do, impish and goofy, but wiser than anyone suspects.  The perfect disguise for the enigma that is Kim Taehyung.    And just because you know it’ll please him, you tell him, “You’re an enigma, Kim Taehyung.”

He pumps his fists in victory.  “Yes!  That’s all I’ve ever wanted!  Wait!  Does that mean I’ve peaked?!  I’m too young to peak!”

You’re so fond of this man as he rambles on a mile a minute.  The boy who adopted an anxious girl and a girl who was chosen by a fearless boy.  A Tom Sawyer who wanted you to be his Huckleberry Finn.  You know you fall short, but he’s always had enough Tom and Huck in himself that he never cares that you don’t.  That’s why you will always play along wholeheartedly.

You scoff.  “Oh, please.  I have no doubt you’ll always find a way to top yourself.”

“Ooh, kinky.  That’s what they call self-cest, right?”

“Oh, my god, Tae, are you reading fanfics?!”

“If Army didn’t want me to read their dream journals, they shouldn’t post it online.”

“But you’re asexual.”

“There are some asexual fanfics.”

“Then how do you know about self-cest?”

“Trial and error.  Lots of error.  Sometimes I can’t help myself, okay?”

You both laugh because if that isn’t Tae’s motto, you don’t know what is.  

The rest of dinner goes much like that, tangents you can’t fathom how you found yourself on, but filled with humor nonetheless.  By the end, you feel more settled than you’ve ever felt.  Maybe Tae’s right.  Maybe you can let him take the reins and just be the person you are right now.  Figure it out as you go along.

The both of you are waiting for the bill and you’re trying your best to reenact Jieun getting caught by Bang PD-nim doing an impression of him rapping, Tae giggling manically, when a man you don’t recognize enters.  

“Jung-hyung!” Tae shouts.  He tackles the man as you smooth your hair down, hoping this guy didn’t catch the last bit of your reenactment of Bang PD-nim flailing because when he sat down in Jieun’s chair, it was too tall, so he pulled the lever to lower it and it shot down too fast.

The man pulls back from the hug and says, “I saw ‘Vante’ on the reservation list and had to come say hi.  You know that pseudonym doesn’t fool anyone, right?”

“Yeah, I should have used Y/N’s name cuz’ she’s not as famous at all,” Tae says, pointing his thumb at you.

You sigh, but don’t take any offense to his teasing because you’re honestly grateful you’re not famous.  You don’t know what you would have done if your privacy was invaded on top of all your other issues.  You politely bow to the man and his lips quirk in amusement.  “Y/N,” he says, startling you.  “It’s been a while.  I hope the dongsaengs have been behaving themselves.”

“You hope for too much,” you say with a straightface, earning you chuckle.  Apparently, you have some sort of relationship with this man?  You try to silently communicate your need for assistance to Tae, but he’s paying you no mind, too busy climbing the man like a tree.  You don’t have to worry though because he receives your telepathy.

“Noona, Seokjung-hyung is Jin-hyung’s hyung.”

Realization dawns, Seokjung remembering that you might not remember him and you remembering that you’re at Jin’s brother’s restaurant, so this really shouldn’t surprise you.  

“Aish!” Seokjung exclaims.  “I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’m your Jungie-oppa.  I give Jin shit.  You give Jin shit.  We’re the give Jin shit team.”

You like the sound of that.  You can see a slight resemblance now, except he’s taller and has broader features than Jin.  His easy going nature immediately sets you at ease.  The charm must be genetic.

“All you need to remember is that I’m your favorite oppa,” he says with a very Jin-like wink.

“It’s just me here,” Tae says.  “If you want to sow the seeds of chaos, you need to wait till the rest of the hyungs are here.  Where is Jin-hyung by the way?”

“He’s at the park down the street with Areum and Byeol.  Areum is my wife,” Seokjung explains to you.  

“Areum and Byeol are here?!  You’re saying I can hang out with all three of my favorite girls?!” Tae exclaims.  He shimmies off Seokjung, nearly kneeing Seokjung in the groin.  

“What about Jieun-unnie?” you ask as Tae crouches in front of you.

“Jieun-noona is a menace.  A menace, I tell you!  Hyungie, pay for our dinner!”

“I already did.”  Seokjung rolls his eyes with no heat.

“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously.  Tae remains in his crouched position and you have no idea what’s going on.  

“Get on my back!  You’re too slow!” “I am not and I will not!”

“Get on my back, noona, or I’ll bridal carry you instead!”

At the very real threat, you grumble as you clamber onto his back.  He’s out the door before you can adjust yourself, but you manage to call out, “It was nice to see you, Jungie-oppa!  We ate well!  Thank you!”

“It was nice to see you too!  Kiss Byeol for me!” he calls back to you.

Tae marches you hurriedly down the alley towards where you assume the park is.  It’s funny watching all the plainclothes bodyguards trying to catch up with Tae’s antics.    

“Who’s Byeol?”  You sputter around wisps of Tae’s hair in your nose.

“Only the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world!”

“Wow, thanks.  That was some helpful information, Tae.”

“Anytime!”

The park comes into view, pathways lit, faerie lights in some trees, and a dark lake reflecting the moon.  You don’t know how Tae could possibly know where Jin is in this expanse, but he marches assuredly on.  It isn’t long before Jin comes into view.  There’s a small deck with a few benches.  He’s standing by the railing pointing at something on the lake and you hear a child-like squeal.  The sound seems to spur Tae on because he’s excitedly jogging with you struggling to find a comfortable position.  

“Tae, lemme off!”

“We’re almost there, you potato sack!”

“I am not a potato sack!  You forced me up here!”

“Cuz’ you’re slow!”

“I am not slow!  I am efficient with my energy!”

“Whatever you say, sloth lady!”

“I am not a sloth lady!”

“Okay, sloth man!”

“Tae!”

Your argument alerts Jin who turns around with wide eyes.  The deck is a bit in shadow, jutting out from the path and its lights, but you think you see him panic as you both approach.  

“Taehyung, what are you doing here?” Jin asks incredulously.  

“I’m here to see my niece!  Seokjung-hyung and Areum-noona have deprived me of her for too long!  Hand her over!”  Tae drops you unceremoniously and you stumble to catch your balance.  When you find your equilibrium again, Tae is blowing raspberries into the belly of the most adorable giggly little girl you have ever seen.  She can’t be more than two years old with pudgy cheeks and flailing miniature limbs.  She has Seokjung’s eyebrows and nose, and her dark hair is short, curling at the end.  This is not doing good things to your uterus, oh my god, she’s so cute!  “Byeol, look who’s here!”

Tae points you out and Byeol babbles happily, reaching out to you with chubby hands.  Who are you to deny this little one?  Byeol settles comfortably in your arms with no fuss, her little body tucked against all your curves.  She grabs your corsage, crushing some of the flowers and looks up at you with big beautiful brown eyes and long soft lashes.

“Aren’t the flowers pretty?  But not as pretty as you Byeol,” you coo conversationally.  You pretend to nip her cheek and she squeals in delight and you wish you could make wind chimes out of it.  You are literally melting, goo, a puddle.  Byeol’s nose is so cute, you don’t even try to resist eskimo kissing her, her face scrunching up toothily.   

“Noona, watch this!  Byeol!  Who’s the best?  You’re the best!  Kaepjjang!”

Byeol fists a hand and then gives a thumbs up.  She’s pleased when you all break into laughter.  Even Jin who has been quiet all this time laughs and you want to make a windchime out of that too.  It’s squeaky and hiccupy, and it is such an odd sound to come out of a handsome man, endearing in its contrast.  

“Aigoo, I can’t believe she remembers what samchon Yoongi taught her.  Our Byeol is so smart," Jin says.

“Yoongi-hyung is gonna be so jealous we got to see her,” Tae states gleefully.

Byeol reaches out to Jin and emits an excited squeal as Jin immediately scoops her up making airplane sounds.  You pout feeling bereft of her warm, sturdy, compact body.  

As Tae points out a bird to the little one, you glance around, realizing you’re missing someone.  “Where’s Byeol’s eomma?  Jungie-oppa said she’d be here.”

“She’s here,” Tae answers instead of Jin.

Jin huffs a sigh.  “Areum-noona is just a little ways down the path.  The stroller decided it was the best time to malfunction during a night stroll.”

Tae begins playing peekaboo with Byeol, so you move in closer to Jin to catch her radiant expression.  

“So you met, Seokjung-hyung, huh?  And now you’re here to see Areum-noona and Byeol.  How fortuitous.”  Jin’s tone is weird.  When you glance at him, he’s giving a pointed look at Tae who easily ignores him.

You suddenly feel bad, even if this wasn’t your idea.  Jin hadn’t invited you to meet his family and you blindsided him.  “Sorry for intruding on your family time.”

Jin instantly turns to you, expression horrified.  “No, Y/N.  Don’t apologize.  Tae is just annoying.  I just–you could never intrude.”

“Smooth,” Tae says like a brat.  Jin responds with a jab Tae isn’t quick enough to dodge.  “Ow!  Help!  Byeol, I’m dying!”  

Tae dramatically flops to the ground to the chorus of  Byeol's giggles.

“Now look who’s slow, sloth man," you say as the three of you tower over him.

“I’m not a sloth man.”

“Okay, sloth lady.”

“How did I get stuck with you two on my night off?” Jin despairs.  “It’s like I’m watching three babies.”

“Wow.  Filicide.  Way to turn this biblical.  I like it!” Tae says from the ground.  He gives a thumbs up and Byeol gives him one too.  Oh, you could just eat her up. So cute!

Instead, you lightly elbow Jin.  "I don't think you have a leg to stand on with your Mario figurines and Maplestory plushies," you tease.

"Cuz that's so much worse than a room with my face plastered all over it like a shrine."  Jin smirks at your growing horror.

Oh my god.  You kick Tae who "oof"s. "Tae, I told you that in confidence!"

Tae's eyes widen.  "You can't remember what you ate two weeks ago, but you remember telling me that in confidence?!"

"I didn't remember, but thanks for confirming, you dog bird! And no one remembers what they ate two weeks ago!" you hiss.  

"Waffles. Chapagetti. Ojingeo bokkeum."

"You made that up!"

"No, I didnt!"

"Dog bird!"

"Y/N!" Tae whines.

There's no way you'd ever volunteer that info to Jin who is now squeaking the most you’ve ever heard him squeak.  Of course, Tae told him.  He’s a sucker for bribes and probably traded that secret for nothing more than dumplings.  Tae begs apologies to you, but you're having none of it.  You're so embarrassed you could die.

Byeol reaches for Tae so Jin carefully sets her on Tae’s stomach, who immediately pulls her down to nuzzle her ruddy cheeks.  Ignoring Jin’s continued amusement at your expense, you dig out your phone and start taking pictures.  As you snap pictures of the two, you can’t help but think this is what Tae meant.  Making new memories.  Having new experiences.  You feel eyes on you.  Jin’s laughter has subsided, but he watches you three, content.  He winks at you and you wink back.  

A small woman appears beside him.  “You know, the other day, I almost thought Byeol was having a stroke, but I finally figured out her weird blink was just her trying to wink.  I’m kind of scared to see what she’s gonna be like as an adult with all of you influencing her,” she says wryly as she parks her stroller.  

“Well, at least she has Y/N and noona, so it won’t be that bad,” Tae coos, stroking Byeol’s back.

Areum waves his flattery away, for this must be Areum.  Light brown hair and fae-like with her sharp eyes and sharp nose, but soft lashes and delicate hands.  You’re immediately intimidated by her, but to your surprise she pulls you in and embraces you.  For such a small person, she hugs like a bear.  She pulls back and gives you a once over.  

“You look like you’re in one piece, so that’s good,” she says, gently brushing your hair back.  “I’m Areum, Seokjung’s wife and Jin’s hyungsu.  I know you don’t remember me, but if you ever need anything, like a break from those crazy boys, you just call unnie, okay?  You have my number in your phone.”  

Her motherly tone is warm and inviting and you can't hide the eagerness in your voice.  “I don’t need a break, but I’d love to spend time with you.”   

Areum exudes a quiet confidence that you wish you could emulate.  It isn’t arrogant or vain, even though she’d have every right to be with her looks, but rather it’s a surety in how she holds herself.  Like she knows who she is and what she brings to the table.  You could do with some of that.

You’re graced with a pleased smile.  “Let’s do dinner on Saturday then.  We’d love to spend one on one time with you.  Plus, I think Byeol would love that.”

“Me too.  Let’s do it.”

“What about me?” Tae whines.  “I want to spend more time with Byeol.”

Areum turns a stern look at Tae.  “I know for a fact you have a GQ photoshoot that evening.  There’s no way you’re getting out of it.  Don’t pout.  You don’t think I’ve become immune?  Byeol has taught me resolve of steel.”

Tae makes a sad cry when Areum lifts a sleepy Byeol off him.  

“Sorry, samchon.  You can schedule a different day.  I need to get oppa and this little one home and into bed.  Say goodbye, Byeol.” 

Byeol rubs her eyes and half-consciously waves.  Your eyes catch Tae’s and you share a telepathic contemplation of kidnapping, but you’re scheming is interrupted by the sight of Jin kissing Byeol.  With a sleight of hand you’re not normally capable of, you manage to take a picture in time.  It’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, and you secretly set it as your homescreen.  Movement has you looking up as Areum starts moving away.

“Wait!  Seokjung told me to give Byeol a kiss.”  Areum pauses and kindly waits for you, her smile encouraging despite your outburst.  

Byeol is already asleep in the stroller, hand clutching a blanket and mouth open in a soft o.  You stroke her hair and press your lips to her soft cheek.  “Sweet dreams, Byeol.” 

You place your corsage next to her, petals brushing her hair.  You know Tae won’t get mad at you for passing the gift on.  It just feels right to do.  The three of you watch Areum make her way out of the park, carefully pushing Byeol.  

Your hair stands on end.  Your heartbeat quickens and your body tenses, your gut clenching.  You’re not sure why, until you spot people following Areum and Byeol.  Your mind sounds an alarm, words like ‘stalker’, ‘sasaeng’, and ‘protect’ blaring.  You move to chase after them, but Jin catches your naked wrist.

“It’s okay.  Breathe, Y/N.  They’re just bodyguards,” he explains.  He rubs your wrist and takes a deep breath, showing you how to breathe.  And now you see it, when Tae and Jin’s bodyguards nod to those people.  You continue the deep, steady breaths, the ball of panic dissipating.

Tae tugs the hem of your sweater from your hand.  You hadn’t even noticed you were fiddling with it.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.  I’m okay,” you answer weakly.  You suddenly feel exhausted.  Exhausted from a full day.  A good day that you refuse to let the last thirty seconds ruin.

Jin shifts his hand to interlace your fingers.  “Let’s go home.”

You nod and Tae loops your free arm into his, a note of whimsy in your steps as you all stroll home.

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thoughts on Zandvoort?? 👀

i'll put my thoughts below the cut for spoilers sake. i will also take this opportunity to remind people to please not send me asks or leave comments on fic with race spoilers because i do not get to watch races live. i have had about 80% of the races spoiled this year by people excitedly leaving me comments. on one hand, i absolutely love how many people are now into f1 and are excited to share it with me, but also, i have to be on media blackout on race weekends now. :/

thoughts on zandvoort below:

i'm really happy for lando! i did laugh when one of the commentators was like, 'if lando wins, he will double his race wins!' but i do think having a second win is fundamental to him succeeding in the future to prove the first win wasn't a fluke. but bruh, stop spinning your tires at the start line. he has a 0% conversion rate of keeping pole position from quali to race start. what's up?

i am very curious about what's going on with that red bull. both verstappen and perez have reported that car is unpredictable, and i see they returned to some older specs just to have the car be more stable. i've seen it suggested that red bull maximized the potential of their car last season with a very low ceiling for improvement, whereas mclaren had a very high ceiling with plenty of room to grow, even though it took them three years to master the regulations. i have a feeling this is the case, and it will be interesting to see what happens next year with the last year of the current regulations. while i'm excited someone is taking it to red bull, i do fear next season will be a mclaren dominant season where we're all bored again, so i hope mercedes continues to make progress, and uh, ferrari too. who knows what's happening over there.

also, RB WHAT THE FUCK? it's like only one side of the garage is allowed the brain cells each race. every race, they manage to fuck up either yuki or danny's strategy. today it was yuki! vcarb keeps talking about how they're not a junior team for rbr but a sister team, but that's bullshit until you can get your strategy sorted out!

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[sleepy-eepy-head]

Some Illia and Judith being affectionate/romantic thoughts:

-Judith's wires moving slowly and wrapping around Illia's free arm and hand when he's working on her circuitry. Little ways that Judith initiates intimacy while having a mechanical body as big as a house.

-Illia sleeping in Judith's cockpit. Some weeks he's rarely in his bunk. Judith regulates the cockpit and pilot seat temperature to make sure Illia is comfortable.

-Illia sitting on the crook of Judith's shoulder and having long conversations with her. Judith can't talk like a person, but can respond in ways that Illia understands. People say that Illia talks to himself at length when he works on Judith, but many don’t realize it's far from a one sided conversation.

-Judith calling to Illia if she feels lonely in the hanger using her future vision Impossibility. If he's somewhere like the ship's cafeteria, she'll do something like send him a vision of the mac and cheese set out for the day being all gone or someone in the room spilling a warm drink that Illia likes. Something small to get his attention and say "Hey, I miss you."

-Illia installing internal speakers and music storage system into Judith's memory drive so that they can listen to music together. Illia likes listening to music most similar to 70's-90's garage punk, and found that Judith responds the best to classical and experimental noise music. Sometimes Judith turns on the sounds system even if Illia's not around, scaring the pants off of people alone in the hangar.

*Spicens under the cut*

-Illia wanting to make love to Judith, but not even knowing how to bring it up with her or how it would even work. He's gradually growing more comfortable with allowing himself to be more intimate with her, and feeling more normal with feelings of arousal associated with her, but he's not quite sure how to deal with sexual feelings yet. For now, Illia experiments with sometimes wearing clothing that shows more skin while working on Judith and letting her touch him with her wires and mechanical apparatuses that she can move freely.

-Judith does like it. She doesn't really experience sexual feelings like humans do, since frames do not biologically reproduce. However, she is enamored by Illia's organic form and how it works, as I like to think she has a curious personality similar to Illia. Being able to be intimate with Illia's human body makes her happy in a way she can't articulate.

[saragargan]

I’ll Be Frankenstein, You Be the Monster -4

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While you head upstairs to change, Michael clears the plates and washes them in the sink. He felt stuffed, quite literally. He was grateful for what you’d done, of course, but the organs inside of him felt wrong. Like they weren’t quite the same size as what he’d had his entire life. He’d get used to it, he supposed. Not like he had much of a choice.

 Michael was in awe of you. You’d remained so calm in the face of what he’d brought to you. Anyone else would have screamed, ran away or fainted. Probably all three. He knew he must've been a terrible sight, yet you hadn’t hesitated. You’d taken him in, fixed him as much as he could be, and committed several jailable offenses to do so.

 Deciding to wait for you outside, Michael steps onto the porch. The thermostat outside reads nearly 80, but he shivers. He supposed his body had too much going on to regulate his body temperature, but the constant cold was a little irritating. The only time he’d felt warm was last night, when he’d dragged you down into his bed and buried himself in your arms. Your skin had been burning hot against his, but he relished in your warmth.

 Michael steps back inside to grab a sweatshirt off the back of the door. Admittedly, he felt a little ashamed of what he’d done. He doubted the last thing you wanted was to cuddle up to a (former) corpse, and he knew he couldn’t have smelled too great. But you hadn’t complained or shied from his touch. You’d let him hold you, invade your personal space. It made him feel something he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with.

 He hears your footsteps on the stairs, and once again leaves his apartment. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, he almost doesn’t recognize you.

 Your dark hair is pulled back out of your face, and the black makeup usually present on your eyes is gone. You wear a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, a tattered pair of converse on your feet.

 Michael stares.

 “What?” You ask nervously.

 “You’re wearing jeans.” He’s decided that was the most shocking thing about your new appearance. Your lips part into a smile, and you laugh.

 “Well yeah. I do own normal clothes, you know.”

 You start across the lawn, not headed for your car, but for the garage. Michael follows you like a shadow. Lifting the garage door, he’s shocked to find another car inside. A black Pontiac, not unlike the one his father used to drive.

 “Figured this was a little more low-key than the hearse.” You say before climbing into the driver’s seat.

 “Only a little.” Michael says, and you give him a sarcastic smirk.

 The car roars to life in a satisfying way, the engine idling repetitively. Michael climbs into the passenger seat, the interior of the car all too familiar. The major difference between your car and his father’s was that yours didn’t smell like it had a decade’s worth of cigarette smoke imbued in the cloth.

 You push a cassette back into the tape player -most people had moved onto CDs at this point- and a band he’d never heard of starts to play.

 You’re both silent for the drive, nothing but the sound of your music and the wind. The windows of the car were heavily tinted, and Michael kept his cracked only enough to allow a breeze. You however, had the window fully down and Michael can’t help but sneak glances at you. The way the afternoon sun warmed your skin, strands of your hair that had come loose and flew about your face in the wind. The way your hands gripped the steering wheel, your fingers keeping pace with the guitar riffs on the song, or occasionally the drums.

 By the time you pull into the parking lot for the butcher shop, you’ve swapped out the tape for another. The music was strange, but it wasn’t all too bad. Michael even found himself enjoying it. You park the car, turning off the engine.

 “I assume you’re staying here?” You ask, and Michael nods.

 “Alright. I’ll try to be quick.”

 You exit the car, the door shutting heavily behind you. As you cross the parking lot, Michael can’t help but notice the way your jeans hug your ass, and heat blooms across his face once again.

 He’d never really felt this way about anyone before. Sure there had been flings in the past. But they never meant more to him than a distraction. But you were different. Even before you’d put him back together and literally brought him back from the dead, just the sight of you made his heart beat faster. He hadn’t known what to do about it then, and he certainly didn’t now.

 Oh, how he longed to touch you. To cup your cheek in his hands, press his lips to yours. To hold you close in the dark of the night, tangled together in a sweet, intimate embrace. He wanted you to want him, to beg for his touch, to lace your fingers into his hair and pull him closer.

 Lost in his romantic musings, Michael doesn’t notice your approach until the car sways after you open the trunk. He hears the unmistakable sound of ice being poured into a cooler, and then the trunk slams shut.

 When you climb back into the driver's seat, your nose wrinkles.

 “Mike, when we get home you      really     need to take a shower.”

 Heat blooms across his cheeks for what seems like the millionth time today, and he feels the sudden urge to hide.

 “Sorry…” He hates himself at that moment. Here he’d been, daydreaming about making love to you, only for you to get in the car and point out that he smells like a corpse. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

 Your hand falls to his forearm, squeezing gently.

 “Aw, don’t take it to heart Mikey.” Despite himself, a thrill goes through him at the nickname.

 “I mean…” You begin, your tone taking on a hint of mischief. “You’re having a hard time standing for extended periods of time, so you’ll probably need a little help…”

 You trail off as the meaning behind your words sink into Michael’s brain. He turns to stare at you, incredulous. You offer him a sweet smile, and Michael has to look away, cheeks aflame. He hears you laugh lightly as you turn over the engine, and can’t decide if you were teasing or not. You’d never been cruel like that before, and he couldn’t imagine you’d start now, but…you couldn’t be serious?

 Suddenly, a black bag is thrust into his lap. Your cassette tape storage.

 “Pick something to listen to.”

 Michael shuffles around in the tape bag, surprised when he finds bands that are popular enough for him to know. When he finally selects a tape, he hands it to you, and as you swap it out, you inspect his selection, a smile tugging at your lips. The album art had a ghoulish creature emerging from a tree, the background was blue and a full moon shone in the sky.

 “Interesting choice.”

 As you drive home, Michael barely hears the music that plays. His thoughts are confused. There’s a part of him that believes you, that believes you were genuine, that maybe you could feel the same about him. The other part of him can’t believe you, can’t imagine you’d want him, undead or not and he finds himself resentful at the possibility that you had been intentionally cruel just now .

 Lost in thought, he’s pulled back to reality by the sensation of something touching his leg, and looks down to see your black-painted fingernails resting on his thigh. He looks up at you, but your eyes are fixed on the road in front you. However, you seem to sense his gaze, because your mouth curls up at the corners, and your hand squeezes him slightly. Michael shivers, and the sensation goes straight to his lap, making him blush yet again. Your hand moves from his thigh to his arm, pulling his hand from his sweatshirt pocket and entwining your fingers with his.

 You stay like that for most of the drive, except for moments when you needed both hands, or flipped the cassette over. Every time, you offer your hand again, and Michael gladly takes it, enjoying your warmth and the feeling of your skin against his.

 By the time you pull into the driveway he’s run through about a dozen impossible fantasies of what was going to happen when you got home. Each one more unlikely than the last, more indulgent and more filthy than the one before.

 You pull the cooler out of the trunk and head upstairs while Michael exits the car, moving to the porch and leaning heavily against one of the columns. He knew there was no way he was making it up those stairs on his own, so he just waited for you to come back down.  

 After a few minutes, you descend the staircase, crossing the lawn and closing the trunk on your car. You stop to roll the windows up, Michael’s eyes tracing your form as you crawl inside the car to get the passenger window. Then you start towards him, and when you reach him you offer your arm.

 “Ready?” You ask, eyes indicating the stairs.

 It’s a bigger struggle than he initially thought it would be. It takes nearly ten minutes for him to ascend the stairs, leaning into you for support. At one point you’d offered to carry him, but he declined. Not because he doubted you could, but because he was determined to do it (somewhat) on his own.

 When the two of you finally reach the landing, Michael feels as though he may pass out, and lets you guide him into your apartment, easing him onto the couch.

   Michael had never been in your apartment before, and takes the opportunity to observe his surroundings as you leave to unpack the cooler. He’s not entirely surprised to find your apartment is decorated like a haunted house, but there’s nothing tacky about it. Each piece seemed to have been carefully placed, complimenting the pieces around it. It was busy, but not cluttered.

 It was comforting. It was      you    . Strange and unique and beautiful. He felt as though he’d stepped into a private corner of your mind. The way people decorated their homes was so telling of their character.

 He didn’t really want to think about how his apartment      wasn’t     decorated, and only had the basics. The closest thing he had to decoration was the sunburst clock on the wall behind his television.

 “Michael.”

 Your voice interrupts his thoughts, and he turns to find you waiting in the doorway. You hold your hand out to him.

 “C’mon.”

     Oh. Right.  

 Michael takes your hand and pulls himself up from your extremely comfortable couch. Heart pounding, he lets you lead him down the hallway.

 You turn on the bathroom light, and he’s not surprised in the least that it’s decorated to match the rest of the apartment. The shower is a massive corner unit, with more than one showerhead, a tub at the bottom, and a place to sit. Letting go of his hand, you pull the shower curtain across the rail and turn on the water. Michael lingers in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

 With your back still to him, you pull your shirt up over your head. You let it fall to the ground, then pop the button on your jeans, shimmying them down your legs. The fabric pools at your feet, and you step out of them as you turn to face him.

 Michael isn’t sure if the reason his head is swimming is because he’s been standing too long, or the sight of you standing there in your underwear, looking at him expectantly.

 “Come here.” You command him, voice soft. Compelled by the half-lidded look on your face, Michael moves forward without even realizing he was moving his feet. His hands automatically reach out to hold your hips, and then he freezes, eyes flicking up to yours and wondering if that was too far.

 But you smile encouragingly at him, and push the sweatshirt off his shoulders. Your fingers find their way under the hem of his shirt, and you start to take that off too, but Michael’s hands flash to your wrists.

 “W-wait..” Suddenly remembering the horrific state of his body, Michael feels nervous.

 “It’s okay.” You whisper, reassuring him. Michael swallows, releasing your wrists. As you pull the shirt over his head, his eyes close.

 When your hands move to his pants, he jumps, and he can hear you laugh under your breath again. He lets you undress him, fighting the urge to cover himself. Then your hands are taking his, placing them on your hips. Michael opens his eyes when your hand presses against his cheek.

 You gaze up at him heatedly, and he doesn’t need you to say it out loud to know that you were inviting him to finish undressing you.

 Michael hooks his fingers under the band of your panties, and pushes them down your thighs as far as he can reach. He’s got an image in his head, of pulling them down to your ankles as he goes to his knees, pressing his lips to your stomach, exploring further down, hoisting your leg over his shoulder and tasting you…

 But he’s certain if he were to go to his knees right now, he wouldn’t be able to get back up.

 Instead, you wiggle your hips enough that they fall the rest of the way down, and Michael’s hands move to your back. He undoes each of the hooks on your bra one by one, and then slides it off your shoulders, down your arms. It joins the rest of the clothes on the floor.

 You pull your hair out of its updo and it falls down, framing your face. Then you turn and step into the shower, disappearing behind the curtain. Taking a deep breath, Michael follows you.

[anterocash]

semi charmed life. pt. 2

part one.

The irony of Cash hotboxing in a hospital parking garage is while he’s there to visit someone who overdosed isn’t lost on him. Still, he needs to slow down and recenter. Ryuhwan requires a version of Cash that he needs to smoke out of himself. Cash’s mind can’t handle everything happening in the past three hours, he needs to text his girlfriend, but he doesn’t want to worry her. He wants to punch Minho in the face and put him in his own hospital bed. Cash is feeling overstimulated after the adrenaline of earlier crashes. 

Minho calls Cash for the third time, and he hits ignore again. With a couple of text messages sent seconds later. 

Minho: Cash, I am sorry  Minho: Is he okay?? Minho: I'm so sorry… 

Cash can’t handle both men and groans, slamming his palm into the steering wheel as if that would help regulate him somehow. He does it over and over until it starts to hurt that prick of pain is what he latches to and takes another hit, inhaling one last time; a cloud follows him out of the car when the door opens; Cash sighs heavily. 

— 

Being the visitor instead of the patient is a nice change. Cash can’t deny that as he limps behind the nurse, who insists she leads him to Ryuhwan’s room. He slaps the visitor’s sticker onto his denim jacket, stopping abruptly when she turns to face him instead of opening the door. “He’s asleep,” she says in a hushed tone. Her perfume catches Cash’s nose, and he takes a step back with a nod. He zips his lips shut and steels himself for the next second as she opens the door. Cash blinks. All hospitals are the same, just different colors; they all smell and give off the same vibes. After draping his jacket over the back of the chair placed next to the hospital bed, Cash sits, taken back in time to his own overdose, the look on his mother’s face — Cash is not going to put Ryuhwan through that. He hadn’t even called the younger man’s mother, which would require Cash to call Larry to get her number, and he would ask questions, and Cash did not want to have that conversation with him. 

Cash doesn’t know if Ryuhwan wants the TV on and off, so he doesn’t touch the remote. Stuck with the sounds of the machines and his own thoughts, Cash quickly pulls his AirPods out, shoving them into his ears, slouching to get comfortable; he gets his phone out. Might as well try to unscramble his thoughts, hospital Wi-Fi isn’t horrible, and Cash gets some emails dealt with that he told Seulgi he would tend to himself instead of putting them off onto her. After getting to know Ryuhwan when he wasn’t tossing cans of beer at Cash’s head, they learned they both enjoyed similar genres of music: girl groups being one of them. Cash puts on a playlist of their shared favorite songs and starts tapping away at the screen on his phone.

Min played it easy with drugs until he had no choice but to make a stupid decision after Miranda’s neighbors called the cops on him; he could have just tossed the stash but making a run to do that didn’t seem like a good idea even in Min’s coked out mind that night. The idiot thought the best action was to swallow the eight-ball before the cops figured it out and cuffed him. Min didn’t take into account that he didn’t do that amount of coke at once typically; he thought he’d poop the bag out Narcos style and figure out how to make bail before four pm the next day, except the complete opposite happened. 

He doesn’t remember anything after getting placed into the back of the NYPD vehicle and waking up to a look of pure contempt on Connie’s face. Cash wonders if he wasn’t handcuffed to the hospital bed with an officer standing outside the door listening to Connie rip her only son to shreds.

This isn’t about what happened to Minkyu. 

Cash does everything but look at Ryuhwan while he sleeps; the sounds of him waking up doesn’t change that; he makes a point to keep his eyes fixed on the screen, he idly thinks he probably should have texted his girlfriend, but once again, he’s not wholly sound himself. The weed got the edge off, which makes it easy for him to give Ryuhwan a soft look when he calls out with a rough voice, and Cash pours him a cup of water. Hospitals have the best ice tied with Sonic Drive-Thru because they share similarities. Cash makes a cup for himself, bites the Styrofoam out of habit. Cold water tastes good, no matter what; anti-water heathens delude themselves into believing. 

“Howdy, sailor.” Cash says in English around crunched up ice in his mouth. Ryuhwan laughs, which quickly turns into coughing and drinking water on his end, and Cash thinks yeah, things are going to be okay.

– 

The room is heavy after the nurse leaves them. Once alerted of Ryuhwan’s awakened state, they fussed over him – he could have walked about of the ER after they dropped him off, he would have preferred that, but the ordeal itself was an embarrassing wake-up call and asked to be admitted. He would detox in the hospital and return to his mother’s house. Cash shut that down immediately and said he’d pay for Ryuhwan’s inpatient program; detoxing and going home wouldn’t be enough for Ryuhwan, and Cash knew that first-hand.

“I know you’re embarrassed right now….” Cash starts, thinking of Ryuhwan’s tears in his living room hours before, “But this is not the end of the world if anything….” Cash sighs, leaning back into the seat when Ryuhwan speaks before he can finish his sentence.  

“You don’t have to pay for this. My mom has health insurance through her job. I can just ask –” 

“Dude, you aren’t going to get the help you actually need in Korea, I need you to do something you probably don’t want, and that is to trust me.” Cash implores, and Ryuhwan finally turns the television on; the volume is down low, though, and that’s enough for Cash to keep talking. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted,” he says in jest. “This isn’t the end of the world, Ryuhwan. I promise life is going to get better after this, and I don’t break my promises often, not unless I have to, but the thing here is, I don’t want to break this promise. I won’t. You have to trust me, okay?”

Ryuhwan looks pained; it’s been a long day. He nods, blinking the tears from his vision to see Cash clearly. 

“Okay.”

[energy-5]

Maintenance Tips for Optimal EV Battery Health

The battery is the heart of an electric vehicle (EV), and maintaining its health is crucial for ensuring the longevity and efficiency of your ride. Electric vehicles are reshaping the automotive landscape with their eco-friendly credentials and low operational costs. As an EV owner, one of your top priorities should be battery maintenance. Here's how you can ensure your EV's battery remains in tip-top shape.

Understanding Your EV Battery

Before diving into maintenance tips, it's essential to understand what your EV battery is made of and how it functions. Most EVs use lithium-ion batteries, similar to those in your smartphone but on a much larger scale. These batteries are preferred for their high energy density and long life span. They consist of cells grouped into modules, which together make up the battery pack. A Battery Management System (BMS) monitors and regulates the battery's temperature, voltage, and current.

Regular Use and Driving Habits

One of the simplest ways to maintain your EV's battery is by using your vehicle regularly. Long periods of inactivity can negatively affect battery health. When driving, it's wise to avoid pushing your EV to its limits too often. Frequent high-speed driving and rapid acceleration can strain the battery, reducing its lifespan. Data suggests that EVs driven smoothly and at consistent speeds can see battery life extended by up to 10%.

Optimal Charging Practices

Charging habits significantly impact your EV's battery health. Although it may seem convenient to charge your battery to 100% every time, it's better to keep it between 20% and 80% most of the time. This practice, known as 'shallow charging,' can extend your battery's life. According to a study by Battery University, lithium-ion batteries kept at a 100% charge level at all times can lose up to 20% capacity in a year, while those kept at 80% showed only a 4% loss.

Temperature Management

Extreme temperatures are the enemy of EV batteries. Exposure to high temperatures can lead to faster chemical reactions within the battery, potentially reducing its capacity and life span. Conversely, cold temperatures can decrease the battery's efficiency and range. While you can't control the weather, you can minimize exposure to extreme temperatures by parking in the shade or a garage. Using your EV's pre-conditioning function, if available, can bring the battery to an optimal operating temperature before you set off, without taxing the battery itself.

Software Updates and Professional Servicing

Keeping your EV's software up to date is a vital part of battery maintenance. Automakers frequently release software updates that can improve battery management and efficiency. Additionally, periodic professional check-ups can catch potential issues before they become serious problems. Battery systems are complex and can benefit from a diagnostic eye. Manufacturers often provide detailed guidance on maintenance intervals, and following these can prolong the life of your battery.

Long-Term Storage

If you plan to store your EV for an extended period, it's important to prepare the battery properly. The ideal charge level for long-term storage is around 50%. Additionally, it's best to store your EV in a cool, dry place and to check the charge level every few months, topping it up if necessary.

Recalibration and Balance

Over time, an EV battery can lose its calibration, meaning the car's estimate of the charge level may become less accurate. To recalibrate, you should fully charge and then fully discharge the battery once every few months. This process helps maintain cell balance and ensures that the BMS accurately reads the battery's state of charge.

Your electric vehicle's battery health is paramount to its performance and longevity. By following these maintenance tips and keeping abreast of the latest care techniques, you can help ensure that your EV remains a reliable and efficient mode of transportation for years to come. With more manufacturers investing in battery technology and longevity, we can anticipate even more robust batteries in the future. However, for now, these tips serve as a foundation for responsible EV ownership and battery care.

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Affordable ADU Services in Woodland Hills CA A Smart Investment for Homeowners

When it comes to expanding living spaces or adding rental units, many homeowners in Woodland Hills, CA, are considering the benefits of Accessory Dwelling Units (ADUs). These small, independent units can offer extra space for family members, guests, or renters, and they are an affordable way to increase the value of a property. affordable adu services in woodland hills ca are widely available, offering homeowners the ability to build high-quality units at reasonable prices. Whether it's a garage conversion, a backyard cottage, or a second-story addition, these services make it easy to create functional and beautiful living spaces.

Choosing the Right Local Gutter Installation in Woodland Hills, CA

A key component of maintaining your property's value and longevity is ensuring the gutters are in good condition. Local gutter installation woodland hills ca services help prevent water damage by channeling rainwater away from the foundation of your home. Gutter systems need to be installed correctly to prevent clogs, leaks, or structural damage to your property. Working with local experts ensures the job is done right, as they are familiar with the unique weather conditions and architectural styles found in Woodland Hills. Proper installation and maintenance of gutters will help preserve your home's integrity for years.

The Benefits of Affordable ADU Services for Homeowners

Opting for affordable ADU services in Woodland Hills, CA, provides a number of financial and practical benefits for homeowners. Through rental income, adding an ADU can raise property value and generate passive income prospects. Additionally, ADUs are a great way to house extended family members without compromising privacy. Many homeowners are opting for this cost-effective solution instead of moving to a larger home, which may involve higher mortgage payments and relocation expenses. With the right services, you can achieve an affordable, high-quality ADU that meets your specific needs and adds significant value to your property.

Why Local Gutter Installation is Essential for Woodland Hills Homes

Gutters serve a crucial role in protecting your property from water damage. Without a well-installed gutter system, rainwater can seep into your home's foundation, causing erosion and structural issues. Local gutter installation Woodland Hills, CA professionals are knowledgeable about the area's specific weather patterns, which helps them recommend the best materials and systems for your home. They also have a deep understanding of local building codes and regulations, ensuring that your gutter system meets all necessary standards. Investing in expert installation ensures that your gutters will perform efficiently, preventing costly damage to your home in the future.

Maximizing the Potential of Your Property with ADU

Building an ADU on your property opens up a variety of possibilities. Whether you're looking to generate additional income or create more space for your family, affordable ADU services in Woodland Hills, CA, offer a flexible solution. ADUs can be designed to match the aesthetic of your existing home while providing modern amenities and functional layouts. Many homeowners choose to use their ADU as a rental property, generating passive income that helps offset the cost of construction. With careful planning and the right contractor, your ADU can be a valuable asset that enhances both the living experience and financial value of your home.

The Importance of Regular Gutter Maintenance in Woodland Hills

Once your gutters are installed, ongoing maintenance is essential for ensuring they continue to function properly. Local gutter installation Woodland Hills, CA professionals also offer cleaning and maintenance services to ensure your gutters remain free of debris and are able to handle rainfall effectively. Regular maintenance can prevent clogs, rust, or leaks, saving you from expensive repairs down the line. Given the occasional heavy rains in Woodland Hills, keeping gutters in top condition is important for preventing water damage. Having a local expert handle routine maintenance can extend the lifespan of your gutter system and protect your home.

Conclusion

If you're looking for affordable ADU services in Woodland Hills, CA, or need expert local gutter installation in Woodland Hills, CA, A-Z Builders can help bring your vision to life. With a reputation for providing quality, affordable services, A-Z Builders ensures that your home improvements are done to the highest standards, whether you're adding an ADU or installing a reliable gutter system. Their expertise in both construction and maintenance makes them a trusted choice for homeowners in the Woodland Hills area. Visit a-zbuilders.com today to learn more about how they can transform your property.

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Unlock The Potential Of Your Property With ADU Construction In Knoxville

Accessory Dwelling Units (ADUs) are revolutionizing the way homeowners utilize their properties. Whether you're seeking additional income through rental opportunities, extra space for family members, or a private office, ADUs offer unparalleled versatility. Riverbend Custom Builders specializes in ADU Construction Knoxville, bringing your vision to life with high-quality craftsmanship and innovative designs.

If you’ve been considering an ADU, now is the perfect time to explore this exciting opportunity. Let’s dive into the top questions about ADUs and how they can transform your property.

1. What Is an ADU, and Why Should I Build One?

An Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU) is a small, self-contained living space on your property, separate from your main home. ADUs can serve as guest houses, rental units, home offices, or housing for aging family members.

Building an ADU enhances your property’s functionality and value. In Knoxville, ADUs are increasingly popular for their versatility and potential to generate passive income. Riverbend Custom Builders helps you navigate local regulations to design and build the perfect ADU for your needs.

2. How Can ADU Construction Add Value to My Home?

ADUs significantly increase property value by providing additional living space and rental potential. Homeowners can use the space to host tenants, generating steady income. Alternatively, ADUs are an attractive feature for future buyers.

At Riverbend Custom Builders, we ensure every project meets the highest standards, blending aesthetics and practicality to maximize your home’s value.

3. What Are the Design Options for ADUs in Knoxville?

ADUs come in various styles, including detached units, garage conversions, or basement transformations. Our team at Riverbend Custom Builders works with you to create a custom design that complements your main home while meeting your specific needs.

From modern minimalism to classic charm, our ADU designs are tailored to reflect your vision. Visit our website for inspiration and details about our previous projects.

4. Are There Any Zoning or Permit Requirements for ADU Construction in Knoxville?

Yes, ADU construction involves specific zoning and permit requirements in Knoxville. Riverbend Custom Builders handles all aspects of compliance, ensuring your project meets local regulations.

Our expertise in navigating zoning laws saves you time and stress, allowing you to focus on enjoying the benefits of your new ADU.

5. Why Choose Riverbend Custom Builders for Your ADU Construction?

Riverbend Custom Builders stands out for our dedication to quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction. With years of experience in ADU Construction Knoxville, we offer personalized solutions to fit your budget and goals.

From the initial consultation to project completion, we prioritize open communication and exceptional service. Trust us to transform your property with an ADU that exceeds your expectations.

[tinyhomesofiowa]

Garage Conversion ADU: Everything You Need to Know

As the demand for affordable housing increases, property owners are turning to Accessory Dwelling Units (ADUs) garage conversions as an excellent solution. Whether you need extra space for family members, a home office, or rental income, transforming an unutilized garage into a functional livable area can be a perfect solution that meets your needs.

For homeowners in Des Moines, partner with the most respected tiny home builder in the area, to ensure that your garage conversion ADU and tiny home project are completed efficiently, safely, and with exceptional workmanship. 

What is a Garage Conversion ADU?   

A garage conversion ADU transforms an existing garage space into a fully functional living unit. This may involve adding insulation, plumbing, electrical installations, and aesthetic appeal. This can be a great way to get maximum use of your property without the time and expense of constructing a new building altogether. You eventually end up with an independent living unit that you can use for many purposes: guest quarters, rental units, or a private home for aging parents.   

Why Garage Conversion ADU?  

Cost-Effective: A detached, or attached ADU will be more costly than a garage conversion. There is already a foundation and structure in place, which helps cut the construction cost and time.  

Efficiency: By converting the garage, you make use of non-usable space in your home, thereby giving room without building a new building. It is usually faster than beginning from scratch.  

Increased Property Value: Converting a garage space to a livable space increases the value of the property. The buyer demand for this kind of house increases with an ADU plan, particularly one derived from a garage conversion.  

Multigenerational Living: A garage conversion ADU provides an excellent solution for multigenerational living situations. As families grow, accommodating elderly parents, adult children, or extended family members through a separate, supplementary dwelling unit can be highly beneficial.  

This arrangement allows family members to live in closer proximity to each other while maintaining separate living spaces, so families can be close without compromising individual privacy.

ADU Garage Conversion Process  

The ADU (Accessory Dwelling Unit) garage conversion process involves transforming an existing garage into a livable space, such as a small apartment or rental unit. The process typically begins with assessing zoning and building code requirements, followed by designing the layout to meet local regulations.   

Key steps include:  

Securing permits.   

Reinforcing the structure if needed.  

Upgrading utilities (electrical, plumbing, HVAC).  

Adding insulation, windows, and doors.  

Ensuring proper ventilation and natural light.  

Once construction is complete, a final inspection ensures compliance before occupancy. This conversion offers homeowners a cost-effective way to add extra living space or generate rental income.  

Finding the Best Home Builders   

When designing your garage conversion ADU, consider working with the best tiny home builders in Des Moines who specialize in ADU construction. This coompany understands the unique challenge of making a garage a livable unit and has experience in navigating local zoning laws and building codes. They will help ensure that your ADU is designed to meet your requirements while also adhering to zoning standards.   

Personalizing your ADU plans  

A proper design is a major factor in the success of your garage conversion ADU. Customize your ADU plans to meet your unique needs and requirements Whether a studio apartment or a two-room unit, the right design build company will tailor the design to your specifications.  

Conclusion  

A garage conversion ADU is very smart and cost-effective way to increase living space and value to your existing property. Contact Tiny Homes of Iowa to make your garage ADU dream a reality!