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forensicated · 9 months ago

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Smiffina Episodes: Frontline 2 - Aftershock

Callum is sat outside the station in his car, lost in thought. Roger thanks him for trying to revive Emma and Will tells him he did everything he could. Everyone is numb and in shock.

SO15 have arrived to start working from Sun Hill. DI Karen "never knowingly underconfident" Lacey insists they will work it without uniform. She's happy for CID to follow up leads and bring them information but rather gruffly tells them SO15 - Counter Terrorism - are running the show. DI Lacey is told to show uniform more respect by Heaton and responds. "I'm sorry, I don't have much time for etiquette." With her in charge how likely is it that people would open up or want to tell her anything?! I bet her team cut her out.

Downstairs, the normally lively briefing room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. Gina tells them they gave 100 percent the day before and that she couldn't ask for more from them. She tells them it's protocol that she debriefs each of them but she's clearly struggling and Smithy steps up to take over the briefing. Heaton then explains what is going to happen. SO10 'understand feelings are running high'" "That's big of them." Callum snaps. Uniform are sent out to man the cordon though they're not happy.

Smithy asks how Callum is and after he dismisses the debriefing Smithy points out that it's not counselling. "Don't be a hero about it." "That's the last thing I am." Callum replies under his breath.

James Marford, approaches the front desk with a request to speak about his friend Michael Gilchrist who ran the photocopy shop that was targeted and who died in the bombing the day before. Grace and Gina speak to him and he claims his friend had been contacted by the bomber. He hands over an envelope he says his friend received. He says Gilchrist should have told the police but he wouldn't take it seriously. "Gilbert [nickname] Visit here and I will take you out of my equation'" is written on a napkin in biro despite the typed envelope. Marford says that he thinks Gilchrist knew what it meant but he wouldn't admit it. Gina asks him to stay so they can search the flat the men shared. Marford is rather odd, but as we know...

Grace checks Gilchrist's internet history and it appears he visited an adult site. She suspects it could have been a warning not to visit the website again. One of the businessmen Kezia has been looking into is an investor in the website and paid Gilchrist for making DVD sleeves. Karen says the scale and planning behind the attacks suggest a large, organised, politically motivated group. Several terrorist groups claim responsibility for it.

The helpdesk receives an email that mysteriously echoes a card for Emma that had been received earlier with a single white rose. There have also been other emails that could be linked.

Lesson one is thought to apply to the Copy Shop owned by Gilchrist as he had a link to pornography - both using it and the DVD sleeves.

Lesson two is thought to apply to the building where Emma was killed but the actual targeted building was an immigration - not a likely target for anti-fascists. The owner of the charity later shows himself to be a racist, fleecing the desperate families of potential immigrants. He claimed he hadn't had a note like the others, however his wife had been suspecting him of an affair and had been intercepting his mail. "Reveal your dark secrets or pay for them."

A third is received whilst they're talking. Kezia traces the emails to a cyber cafe and a terminal used by the same man each time. Unfortunately he wears a motorbike helmet so his face cannot be seen on CCTV. Heaton orders surveillance of the cafe.

Gina reminds Callum that he needs a debrief whether he likes it or not, literally writing his name in to see her at 11am. "Talented as I am, Callum. I'm not a mindreader..." she starts as he sits in front of her in silence. He insists there's nothing to say and that everything was done by the book. He's clearly stressed and affected as much as he pretends he isn't. He then eventually admits he feels responsible and that it was his fault because he was distracted by the fake doctor arrest. Gina tells him she's as responsible as he is because she could have told Emma to wait for backup and not to play the blame game because they can't second guess what will happen at any moment.

He's allowed to go to to be surveillance for the cyber cafe with Sally, Nate and Will and escapes Gina's office quickly. Callum spooks the suspect by making eye contact with him and he races off. They stop him eventually by crashing into his bike and making him fly over the bonnet of one of the cars! Sally goes for him with her ASP extended and Callum has to physically wrestle her away before she strikes him.

Smithy and Ben march the suspect through to take his prints and search him but he's silent all the way through to Jack interviewing him. He finally speaks, denying sending the emails and says he can't help him. He, Carl Adams, is suspected of being the sender of the notes after his fingerprint is found to be on the napkin of the first note - a napkin from the cyber cafe he uses and his handwriting is similar to the notes. His house is raided and found to be a "bomb factory" with fake passports, nails, fertiliser and more. Adams insists he knows nothing about it and that it was delivered to him without ordering it. It was bought with a skimmed credit card and he has a history of identity theft. He's adamant he knows nothing about any bombs and suspects he's being framed. He shouts that MI5 are behind the glass and is paranoid. Lacey and Jack review the card and find a payment was made to a couriers with Azure - or blue - in their names. The third email is starting to make sense.

Kezia and Mickey attend the house listed on the invoice and Jack tells them not to go in. Just as he does... Kezia steps on a booby trap and seems to have activated a trip switch. Mickey tries to keep her calm. Adams exists he's been speaking to a man in a chatroom who claims he is on the run from MI6. He was told to place a package in a garden and leave it there. It later became the boobytrap that Kezia stepped on. He can't tell them how to defuse it because he didn't make it and knows nothing about bombs. Mickey keeps talking throughout to Kezia whilst someone tries to defuse it and tries to keep her calm whilst Smithy is the boss at the cordon, ordering everyone to move back and keep out the way and sending the residents who haven't been evacuated inside their homes.

It also gives me this gif which is pretty much a fair example of both my recent viewing and also my Tumblr.

Karen is starting to suspect that Adams is telling the truth and that everything they've 'discovered' has actually been a direction from another source. She doesn't believe that Adams is the guilty party as why would they expose themselves with notes if they can build bombs. She thinks it's someone highly intelligent and highly motivated and not an idiot who 'got lucky'.

Unfortunately, Kezia is soon rescued by an expert who disarms the bomb without any explosions and she runs straight into Mickey's arms.

Callum confesses how guilty he feels to Sally as Will listens in. Will goes to Smithy and tells him that he thinks Emma and Callum were 'having a thing' and that he might need a break. Smithy goes to check on him. "I won't ask how your feeling...." "Appreciate that..." Smithy suggests he should take some personal time and they have a tussle to make themselves feel better and Gina giving it 'fed up mother parting her two sons' vibes as she comes out to seperate them. "Oi, oi, oi, oi, OI!" Complete with Smithy's "It's your fault mum is angry!" shoulder barge. "I don't even want to know what it's about!" she growls, demanding Callum take leave.

Callum stalks to the locker room and takes his frustrations out on his locker and throws it onto the floor, choking back tears when he sees a poster for Emma's collection.

Mickey reports back that the bomb in the garden was a fraud set up to look like the real thing and newspaper articles are found under it about identity fraud. There's a note too saying "You have the wrong man. Do I have to spell it out for you? The ELVIS FOUR. No bomb today." Grace works out that the ELVIS four is a slight anagram and actually means The Four Evils Of The Internet with a handy website to spell it all out.

Gilchrist was the pornography evil (DVD sleeves/porn site usage) as was the nightclub owner (shares in the porn site Gilchrist used and paid him for making the dvd covers)

The charity owner the right wing politics (Fleecing immigrants families and meeting with the boss of a right wing political party)

Adams the identity theft (has a history of doing it and had himself had his identity stolen by the bomber) and in doing so he tied up uniform, CID and SO15 manpower as a display of power.

The final one is the abuse of children and Sun Hill need to work out who is the most likely to be targeted...

Karen suspects that it's one person now working alone - but who could it be, and why?

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handelplayssims · 1 year ago

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Oh we’re close. Oh we are so close to done with this household so let’s do the next two days! Double-checking Harrison’s stats and all of his character values I want, I got! High mannered, responsible and empathic. Nice nice nice! We’re good for tomorrow. Anyway, it’s Talk Like a Pirate Day! Everyone in this household loves talk like a pirate day. Omar and Roxana are childish enough to adore it as much as the kids and Harrison just likes gabbing. Anyway, now everyone can go and volunteer together! Hooray!

Let’s see...Omar wants to mentor a kid and helping with homework would count for that. Let’s go with Emile. She’s the lazy one after all and he sorta wants to whip her into responsible shape. And actual shape but that’s for teen-dom. And now it’s just a lotta being social and chatting with each other. Because it’s talk like a pirate day and ya gotta talk first!

Ohp, Harrison asked for advice. Okay, don’t lower responsibility, empathy or OH what was the last one!? Manners! Very important that one. Picked the choice that went for manners up and emotional control down. And with some chatter, Harrison, Omar, and Roxana now have the pirate tradition finished. Hooray.

Ohohoho! One of the people that Roxana dislikes and wants to make an enemy out of is walking down the street! And so we shall! Become enemies that is. Next is the thirst management. I bet all of these plasma packs do pile up but eh. Selena is on the computer, working on that typing game for her aspiration. Ah. Omar still needs to mentor a kid, thanks to not being actually able to help with homework thanks to having low relationships with the kids. Hey Harrison! It’s time to work out! Let’s see. Emile wants to watch a movie, she does so and now she’s hungry. And has the whim for pizza! ...alas pizza is not showing up. I see a stall for spring seasonal food at least. We can order off of that! Cupcake time! And then snoozing for her. Omar wants to make a drawing, can easily do. Harrison...to chat with Moria Fryes some more. Can also do that. Oh and Talk Like a Pirate Day rolled over so everyone is in a delighted mood. Hmm. Before I go off and say hello to Moria, let’s check-

Neighborhood Watch!

Forgotten Hollow: The Swaminathan household recently moved in.

Windenburg: The Castillo household has moved in.

Right, now we travel over to the Fyres household! To say hi to Moria! But then my eyes are drawn over to someone else.

Morgan Fyres was one of Harrison’s flings way back when she was still a teen. It’s one of the reasons I’m actually bringing him fully up into Young Adult-hood. Because I see that two potentially interesting love interests, her and Cassandra Goth, are both young adults and I want to play around with that some. Anyway, I’d figure it’s time to befriend Moria some more so I go and set those two up on a chess table. And now it’s time for pure social spam as I try to actually befriend her. Of which, we do so! Next whims are to gain that promotion and to flirt with a fellow teen. ...on the one hand I would continue with these solo adventures with Harrison. On the other hand, birthday part at 6PM. Granted it’s 11AM now. We have time. Annnd I brought over the wrong boy to flirt with. Time to bring the right boy over. Alright, flirtation done. NOW I should probably head back home. Because I’m going to have to deal with thirst management anyway and I want that done before the party.

Well, first thing that catches my eye is the egg hunt tradition for my Spring Day holiday that's also today. Don’t know if I can do the Flower Bunny but I can do that one at least. Anyway, it’s now party time! I have no goals so I can do whatever I wish!

So turns out, a good way to gather everyone at a party is to just open presents with every guest watching you. Nice! He only got three gifts. A gnome, a carrot and a turquoise. Eh, not great but ah well. And now Harrison is a Young Adult! I had thought of his trait a long while ago. He’s the Ambitious type! Got that drive to succeed! And thus does everyone just hang out for a bit. Humorously, all the vampires are glum thanks to all of the broken relationships because they hiss so much. Alas! Anyway, the true food for vampires shall be made. A whole bunch of plasma fruit salad! And on that note, we end our time with these vampires. THANK. GOD. But first!

Neighborhood Watch!

Oasis Springs: The Srivastava household moved out.

Oasis Springs: The Holbrook hosuehold moved out.

Alright! That’s that. Next time join us for – ah. The Nier Automata household. See ya then!

#sims 4 #liveblogging #stuart-waddell #harrison stuart #omar waddell #emilie stuart #roxanna stuart #selena stuart #moria fyres #morgan fyres

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ladymunson · 2 years ago

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Love Ain’t No Stranger (3)

Fic Summary: You and Eddie have spent your first night together, the seniors and adults who were at prom know, and so does your Mom. How will the rest of Hellfire and Eddie’s Uncle Wayne react to the news?

Again, the response to part two has been amazing and I’m completely blown away. This might be the end of this journey, but don’t worry we have many more journeys to take with everybody’s favourite Metalhead. Much love 💋

Word count: 3879

Warnings: The feels, SMUT; oral (m receiving), fingering, rough unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!), breeding kink

18+: Minors DNI

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The sun streaming through the open drapes of the window wakes you up, moving across your face. For the first time ever, you wake up feeling content. You turn your head to see a mass of brown curls beside you and smile to yourself, remembering last night. Eddie’s arms are around you, making it difficult to roll over. You attempt to but he pulls you closer.

“No Sunshine, stay with me!” Eddie murmurs, without opening his eyes.

You smile. “I wasn’t leaving, I just wanted to turn so I can look at you.”

“Creepy!” He says in a singsong tone. You laugh and sigh with contentment. You don’t actually want to move, but checkout is at 11am and according to the clock on the night stand, it’s 10am.

“We have to checkout soon babe.” You say sadly. “Our graduation ceremony is at 2pm, I can’t wait to see you walk that stage.” Eddie smiles and opens his eyes, looking at you with so much love that you feel you might explode.

“You know I said I wanted to flip Higgins off when I get my diploma and run like hell?” Eddie says, you mmm in reply. “I changed my mind.” You manage to turn to face him, eyebrows furrowed.

“That doesn’t sound like you.” You say, a little confused.

“Oh I have a plan, but I’m not telling you. Do you trust me?” You smile and nod, leaning forward to kiss him.

“We should get up.” You say, Eddie groans.

“Five more minutes?” You nod and lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he rubs soothing circles on your back. “I love you.” Eddie says. “You’re mine now right? You’re my girlfriend?”

“I love you too Eds and yes, if you want me to be.”

“Then it’s official!” He says in an announcer voice, making you laugh.

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Eddie drops you off at home, so you can shower and change before the graduation ceremony. You share a sweet kiss before you get out of his van, running around to kiss him again through the window before he drives away.

Your mom is in the living room, reading a newspaper with the tv on low. You make your entrance quietly as to not disturb her, but your attempt fails. It’s like she was just waiting for you.

“Good morning!” She says brightly as she folds the newspaper down. “How was it?”

“Prom was good thanks.” You say, quickly as you wanna get upstairs to take your shower. Standing in your living room without panties on under your dress is making you feel a little uncomfortable.

“I’m not talking about prom.” She says with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Mom!”

“What? I know why you didn’t come home last night… so how was it?”

You stand there, red faced and wondering whether you should say anything. “You know I’ve done it before right?” Your mom nods, but still keeps the smirk on her face. “Fine! It was amazing!”

She grins, “I knew you two would get together you know?” You cock your head. Unsure what she means. “He brings out the best in you y/n and you bring out the best in him. It’s so flipping obvious!”

You pull your mom into your arms, embracing her. “Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me for that?!” You shake your head.

“Thank you for helping Eddie out with the tux.” Before she can ask how you knew, you cut her off. “It was grandpa’s, you expected me not to notice? Plus your sewing machine has been uncovered since Tuesday and you hadn’t used it in months. You altered it fot him. I love you Mom!”

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You decided that you were gonna dress differently under your robes for graduation. You found a red checked mini skirt that you’d purchased on a whim a year ago and a black tank top/mesh sweater combo. Your black knee high socks and black converse completing the look.

You’d called your mom to help you out with your hair and make up again. She gave you slightly darker eye make up this time, but stuck with the dark red lip. Apparently red is your colour.

Your green graduation robe covered it up, you were excited to see people’s reaction to your outfit once the ceremony was over.

Just after 1pm Steve arrived to pick you up, to take you to the school. He had Robin and Dustin in the backseat. None of them knew yet, it’s not like any of them actually spoke to anyone about prom. Robin had decided not to go to prom as she couldn’t go with Vickie like she wanted to. That would’ve caused a big hullabaloo in a small town like Hawkins.

When Robin had told you, you gave her a huge hug. You felt so bad that she would have to miss out on prom, but you could understand her predicament. You’d had the same fears about being seen like that with Eddie, but where yours was because he was the town “freak”, Robin feared being ostracised. You thought that was ridiculous, Robin was one of your best friends and you always kinda knew, but kept it to yourself.

“So did you end up going to prom?” Dustin asks. You give an un perceptible sigh of relief, no one had told him.

“I did but left after like ten minutes. Wasn’t my scene.” You reply.

“Fair enough.” Dustin says and looks out the window, satisfied with your reasoning.

Steve parks his car in the school parking lot and says, “Everybody out!” You all exit the car and wave at each other before heading your separate ways.

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Steve and Dustin head to find a seat in the outdoor area while Robin and you walk inside the school. Eddie is waiting beside your locker when you get inside, he waves at Robin as she walks past.

“How’s my gorgeous girlfriend?” Eddie whispers to you. You put a finger to your lips and giggle. “I can’t wait to see everyone’s face!” He kisses the crown of your head and bounces off to find where you’re all supposed to go. You take a minute to empty out your locker, throwing away your notebooks and any trash you find. You leave the textbooks inside to be collected by the librarian to be given to new students. You slam your locker shut and head to where you need to go.

You find your seat, next to Robin. And she grins at you. “It’s finally happening!” You smile at her. “Summer vacation starts in two hours!” You both chuckle as Principal Higgins takes the stage.

“Good afternoon class of 1986, today is the day you become adults and we couldn’t be prouder of all of you.” His eyes land on Eddie, who’s got the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. “Even if some of you took longer to get here than others.” There’s giggling from all over the place as Eddie stands up and takes a bow. You roll your eyes. “Thank you Mr Munson. And now, to give the graduation speech, your valedictorian, Nancy Wheeler.” There a round of applause as Nancy steps to the microphone.

“Thank you Principal Higgins. My fellow graduates, over the last four years at Hawkins High, we’ve learned and we’ve grown. We’re not the naïve kids we used to be and we have many of these wonderful teachers to thank for that. Ms O’Donnell, who showed us that numbers don’t have to be scary. Señor Gómez who taught us how to curse in Spanish….”

You zone out momentarily as the crowd giggles, looking over at Eddie who is practically bouncing in his seat.

“And all of this knowledge will no doubt help us throughout our lives after high school and college, but the most important things we’ve learned is acceptance and bravery. Accepting that everyone’s life experience is different and that’s not a reason to fear them. And that being brave means standing up for those being tormented for being different.”

The basketball team snicker and Nancy shoots daggers at them. As she continues her epic speech.

“And that being brave sometimes means asking for help, being brave means you’re unapologetically yourself or not caring what people think. Because at the end of the day, every one of us is unique.”

Eddie looks over to you and mouths, “I’m unique!” You roll your eyes and giggle.

“I would now like to take a brief moment of silence to remember those who aren’t here to share in this monumental day. We will never forget you.” The crowd falls silent as the student body and parents remember all those lost the past few years. You close your eyes, remembering the mall fire last year.

Nancy takes a breath and continues. “So now we’re high school graduates. And soon we’re going to be signing each others’ yearbooks and saying goodbye. There will be hugs and tears. We’ll do our best to stay in touch. But we’ll be off living our lives and doing our very best. Whether you choose college, or join the peace Corps, or go backpacking to find yourself. Or even going straight into work.” You hear some sniffles coming from the cheerleaders.

“As a final thought going forward, I’d like to leave you with a quote from Judy Garland. She said, ‘Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.’ Thank you.” The entire audience erupts into applause and cheers as she takes her seat behind the podium.

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Principal Higgins takes the podium once more and begins reading out the names of graduates. Shaking their hands and then handing them their diplomas, various sections of the crowd cheering.

Once he gets to Eddie the crowd goes silent except for Wayne, Dustin and the others who are on their feet cheering and waiting for Eddie’s big moment. When Eddie gets to Higgins, he takes the diploma, shakes his hand and leaves the stage like everyone else did. Dustin, Mike and Lucas look at each other, confusion written on their faces.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You stand and take a deep breath, walking up the steps and over to him. You shake his hand and take your diploma, when there’s a commotion from the side of the stage. You turn to see Eddie running up the steps and over to you. He grins at you, grabs your waist, and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back with everything you’ve got, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“What the shit?!” You hear Dustin shout from the audience, while Wayne and your mom are on their feet cheering.

“Fucking finally!” You hear from Steve, who’s standing beside Dustin.

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“What’s that for?!” Dustin yells as you wrap your arms around him. You nod in Eddie’s direction. “Oh that. You’re welcome!”

Your Mom has tears in her eyes, “I’m so proud of you honey!” She says as she pulls you in for a hug. When she lets you go, she grabs ahold of Eddie. He’s slightly taken aback but eventually returns her embrace. “I’m even prouder of you Eddie. You did it!”

Wayne wraps an arm around your shoulders, “You did good kiddo, thanks for helping Eddie get there!” You grin.

“He did it himself, nothing to do with me.” You say with flushed cheeks.

“Ahem!” Eddie gains your attention. “It was all you baby. You think I want to be without you? I tried harder so we can graduate and ride off into the sunset together!”

“Didn’t realise you were so cheesy Munson!” Steve chuckles from behind you.

“Yeah so cliché Eddie!” Robin pipes up, walking towards you after spending a little time with her parents.

“I’m a metal head in love, what can I say?” Eddie says, his umber eyes practically shaped like little hearts. He pulls you into him and you wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his chest.

“Ooooh pictures please!” You mom says. She wants to get a picture of you and Eddie as you embrace each other. Your green gowns blending in together. Next she instructs Robin to stand the other side of Eddie and makes you all hold up your diplomas.

“Room for one more?” Nancy bounces over to you and hugs you and Eddie at the same time. You nod and your mom snaps a picture of the four of you. Nancy standing beside you.

“One sec.” You say and run off into the crowd.

Nancy looks at Eddie, who is staring after you. “You got it bad Munson!” She chuckles. He looks at her and grins.

“I’m the luckiest man on planet earth, I found my forever.” Eddie says, making Dustin gag. “You wait Henderson, you’ll be worse than me, trust me!”

“Look who I found!” You make it back to the group with another person in tow.

“Vickie!” Robin yells, and then stammers. “Wh… what are you doing he.. here?”

“Y/N said you were having group pics and invited me to be in them.” She says nervously.

“Eddie you stay in the middle, y/n you stand next to Eddie, Nancy you stand beside y/n, Robin you the other side of Eddie and Vickie, you stand beside Robin.” Your mom is a very perceptive woman.

You take a few pictures together in various poses, Eddie is in his element being surrounded by beautiful women. He still only has his eyes on you though. Your mom takes a few pictures of Eddie and Wayne, promising to get them copies developed. Wayne asks to have a you in a picture with them, which makes your heart melt.

When you’d taken off your gown, Eddie’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He’d tried to convince you to go his van but you’d refused. There was a party tonight and you wanted to make an appearance.

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“Y/N, can I have a word?” Wayne asks. You nod and step away from the others. He takes your hand. “I just wanna say that I’m so happy for you and Eddie. I always wanted him to be happy, and I see that he is with you. You two are good together, and I would love if you called me Uncle Wayne. You’re a part of our family now.”

You pull him in to a hug. “I would be honoured to call you my Uncle. You’ve made Eddie the person he is, you should be proud.” Wayne’s heart swells. “He should be calling you dad, you’re way more of a father than that asshole has ever been!” Tears form in Wayne’s eyes and he hugs you again, whispering a quiet ‘thank you.’

You both go back to rejoin the group, they’re all deciding who’s going in which car. Eddie wants you to go with him but everyone is eager to get the details of how you and Eddie finally got together.

Robin pulls you aside while everyone piled in to the cars to head to the party. “Y/N, are you ready for this?” You don’t know she’s talking about, so you shrug. “I mean to go all the way with Eddie?” You snort laugh, and then smirk at her. Robin’s eyes go wide. “You slut!”

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The party is in full swing when you get there. It’s not usually his scene, but he wanted to go for you. You know you’re not going to stay very long, you’d been longing to get Eddie alone since he kissed you on that stage.

You made your rounds, talking to as many people as you can, Eddie’s hand in yours the entire time. He doesn’t want to let you go, and you don’t want to let him either.

After an hour, Eddie lets go of your hand, needing to use the bathroom. You sit on the couch and wait for him to come back.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Patrick approaches. You stand and nod. “I’m sorry for how I acted when you turned down my prom invite. It was douchey of me. I’m sorry!”

You take his hand. “You’re forgiven.” He smiles and gives you a hug, before heading back to his friends.

Eddie walks back into the room and sees you and Patrick hug, he raises an eyebrow and walks over to you. He leans down to whisper in your ear. “What was that all about?”

“He was just apologising for being a dick.” You say, kissing him on the cheek.

Eddie growls and says, “Let’s get out of here!”

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Wayne had gone to his shift at the factory, so you knew Eddie’s trailer would be empty. The thought filled you with excitement and glee, you could hardly contain yourself.

Suddenly a wicked idea hits you and you grin at Eddie as he drives back through Hawkins, heading to the trailer park.

“What?!” He smiles back but doesn’t know why you have a Cheshire Cat grin.

“Keep your eyes on the road Eds.” You say, he turns his head back to the front and you reach over the console to palm him through his jeans.

“What the fuck?!” Eddie’s voice is shocked. You lick your lips and carry on rubbing him though his jeans, his cock growing as you touch him. He lets out a moan. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” Eddie warns.

“Whatcha gonna do? Spank me?” He growls and that sound makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. You reach for his belt and zipper, Eddie gives you a warning look but you undo his pants and reach inside to his now rock hard cock, taking it out of his pants. Your thighs clenching in anticipation as his size, a dull ache in your core. Yes you’d slept together the night before, but that was a slow and sweet. What you were after now, was a good old fashioned banging.

“Eyes on the road!” You command and lean over the console to lick the red tip of his cock, tasting his precum as he lets out a moan. You smile and swirl your tongue around and around the tip. Eddie’s hands grow tighter around the steering wheel, his knuckles going white.

You take his cock in your mouth, your jaw aches almost straight away because of how thick his cock is. The choked sound that comes out of Eddie is like… an Eddie Van Halen solo, beautiful. It spurs you on and you take him deeper into your throat.

Eddie closes his eyes. “Fuck! Your mouth is like heaven!” Eddie moans out. He opens his eyes and realises that you’re almost at his trailer. He hits the brakes hard, jerking you away from your ministrations. “Out…now!” He practically yells. You giggle and follow his instructions.

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Eddie gets the door open, and almost throws you inside. He shuts the door and pushes you against it, holding your hands above your head and taking your mouth with ferocity. His tongue pushing its way into your mouth, you moan at his taste.

Eddie breaks the kiss, “You drive me fucking crazy!” He moans in your ear. “I don’t want to be sweet this time. I wanna corrupt you!”

You grin, “You wanna be rough with me?” He nods. “Do it baby!” He growls and uses his free hand to reach under your mini skirt and rip your panties off. His fingers find your clit as he probes your soaking wet pussy, rubbing the tight bud of nerves in circles. You moan loudly.

His fingers find your dripping entrance and push their way inside. “Fuck! So tight!” He growls. His fingers leave you and you feel empty. His hands grab your ass and lift you off your feet, wrapping your legs around his waist. He doesn’t get very far, leaning you against the kitchen counter. “You’re mine right?” He asks as he lines himself up with you.

“All yours!” You moan, he smiles and kisses you passionately as he slides inside you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he bottoms out in you. Eddie moans as he begins to move, fucking his cock in and out of your cunt. He takes your mouth again in a hungry kiss, moaning and panting into your mouth.

He’s fucking you so hard you see stars, the pressure building, your orgasm approaching fast. “I’m gonna come Eds!” You moan out.

“Come for me baby!” He says and it hits you like a freight train. Making your entire body convulse and you let out a scream. He fucks your through your orgasm, grinning as you collapse against him. “We’re just getting started Sunshine!” He says lifting you again, and walking on shaking legs to his bedroom.

He lays you on the bed and strips out of his clothes, you lay there in your blissed out state watching him. Admiring his form. He kneels on the bed and pulls you up, stripping your shirt off your body but leaving your skirt and knee highs on.

“You ready baby?” Eddie says, you nod and he flips you around so you’re on your knees. “Yeah?” He says.

“Give it to me!” You moan out. Eddie groans, flicks your skirt up and sinks inside you in one movement. You scream. This position makes you feel every vein and every inch of his cock. You feel full, the most full you’ve ever felt in your life. He retreats so his cock is almost completely out of you before sinking back in to the hilt.

“Fuuuuuuuck!!” He moans as his hips speed up and he begins to pound you. His hands on your waist, pulling you back into his hard dick that’s pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt. He watches it, your cream evident on his cock.

It lights a fire in him and he reaches for your hair and grabs a handful, pulling your body into an arched position. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over, making you scream and climax around him without warning.

His hips falter; “gonna come inside you baby, gonna fill you with my cum. Gonna get you pregnant… fuckkkkk!” He erupts inside you, coating your insides. He puts his arms around you and pulls you over so you’re laying in a spoon position. Holding you as you both catch your breath.

Once your breathing returns to normal, you speak. “That was…”

“I’m sorry!” Eddie butts in, “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m pretty sure you came inside me.” You giggle. You turn to face him. Making his softening cock slip out of you, his cum dripping out.

Eddie grins at you and sighs. “I hope it took!”

The end…?

Thank you again for reading, if you enjoyed please give a like and reblog. If you wanna be added to my tag list for future Eddie Munson fics, send me an ask. Sammy x

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nothorses · 3 years ago

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Top Surgery Journal

I figured it was time to share my top surgery experiences, so folks can potentially learn from them! I'll be updating this as I have more to add.

For context, I am in the U.S. (specifically Washington state), and a legal adult. A lot of my process may not apply to everyone.

Getting Coverage

The first step to scheduling top surgery is getting insurance coverage for it. Talk to your insurance first to figure out if they do cover top surgery, and what you need to do in order to obtain coverage. Oftentimes it won't be listed officially on your plan, but you can get coverage as long as you can prove you need it.

I was lucky enough to have good insurance with trans healthcare included, so all I needed was a letter from my PCP, and a letter from a behavioral health counselor specializing in gender dysphoria. I didn't need any diagnoses, any specific length of time on HRT, any particular presentation, etc.

(If you live in Washington, state law requires that top surgery be fully covered under Medicare. It might be worth it to check your state's laws as well!)

Referrals

I tried to schedule with a surgeon myself, thinking it was my responsibility to get the documents sent over and everything, but my PCP actually referred me when I first told her I had gotten coverage from my insurance.

I ended up going with that referral because the other surgeon was so hard to get ahold of, but my PCP did also send a referral to the surgeon I'd chosen before. I recommend going through your PCP for referrals first, as it takes a lot of the workload off of you- and they'll likely write a referral anyway when sending the documents needed for coverage over.

You may also find that the surgeon you talk to has different requirements than your insurance before performing top surgery. A referral from your PCP might bypass these requirements, but be sure to call them yourself and double-check. Your surgeon's office is supposed to call you to schedule a consultation, and they may not call you at all if you don't have all of those documents in- which means you can be left in limbo indefinitely, not knowing you need to send them more than you already did.

The Consultation

I was able to get a consultation about 5 weeks after calling, which was great! The consultation is your opportunity to ask the surgeon any questions you have, for them to evaluate your chest and what methods might work for you, and for you to see their results (most surgeons do not post result photos online for privacy reasons).

Come into the consultation with all the questions you have written down somewhere, so you don't forget. I asked:

If I could see photographs of his top surgery results

Which incisions he thought would work for me, stressing the things that were important to me: minimal recovery time, no free nipple grafts (I wanted to keep mine, but without risking a failed graft), and minimal chance of needing revisions

What my recovery would look like for the recommended incisions

Whether I will be getting drains (ideally, yes: drains reduce recovery time and the risk of needing revisions)

If he's had patients who have had complications (failed grafts, infections, need for revisions, etc.) and what he's done to reduce the chances of that happening again

My surgeon's results looked good (scars were even and symmetrical, healed nicely, etc.) and he answered my questions really well, so I was happy to go with him!

He recommended the fishmouth method for me, because recovery time would be minimal, there would be no need for nipple grafts, and my chest was small enough for it to work really well.

Scheduling the Surgery

My surgeon didn't have a very long waitlist, but it still took about 3 weeks for the clinic to process my request with my insurance (yes, even though I already had coverage). Once they'd processed that, they called me with a window of time I could schedule within; after a few months, insurance would no longer cover the surgery.

I got an extension, as I was working an intense summer job that I couldn't really take a few weeks off of to recover, then scheduled my surgery over the phone. They asked if I wanted a pre-op appointment, and I declined, as it'd mostly be information covered in the consultation or that could be given to me over the phone.

Preparing for Surgery

I wasn't given a check-in time for the hospital until about 2pm the day before, but they finally did call me and give me some instructions, including:

My check-in time and place

The hospital's phone number, to give to my ride/caretaker in case they had questions

That I was not to bring visitors (cause covid)

To bring my ID, insurance card, and credit card

That I was not to eat or drink anything after 12am that night (I did drink a bit of water with my meds, which they seemed fine with)

To shower with antibacterial soap the night before, and the morning of the surgery

Not to wear hair or skin products like deoderant or gel

Not to wear any jewelry, or anything else removable that wasn't just a clothing item.

When I checked into the hospital, they had my fill out some paperwork including the name and number of my ride and caretaker (which could be the same or separate people; they called the ride number when it was time to pick me up, and the caretaker number with detailed updates on my progress). Then they had me change into the hospital gown and answer some medical history questions, prepped me with an IV, and had a nurse, both anesthesiologists involved in my surgery, and my surgeon check in with me for more information and to answer any last questions I had.

I was told to use the bathroom about 20 minutes before I would be going under for my surgery (to avoid needing a catheter), and once I did, they injected some anesthetic into my IV and I passed the fuck out.

After Surgery

I showed up to the hospital at about 9am, and the prepping ended around 11am. The surgery was scheduled to end at 2pm; I wasn't conscious until about 3pm.

They had me use the restroom again (I passed out on the floor of the bathroom because it was way too soon, lmao), and I was in and out of sleep until I finally used the bathroom on my own at about 5pm. At that point I was a lot more lucid; I had some toast and pudding, and the nurse called my caretaker to go over post-op instructions with us both.

After that I dressed myself, was wheeled out to pick up my pain meds at the in-hospital pharmacy, then hopped in the car with my ride (the wonderful @lillia-pad) at about 5:30pm.

Recovery

I have a pretty high tolerance for anesthetic, so I was mostly just tired during the 36-ish hours the anesthetic continued to wear off. I didn't experience any nausea or lightheadedness either, but I was given an anti-nausea patch behind my left ear, plus some anti-nausea meds, just in case.

My post-op regimen sort of looks like this:

Take 1-2 tablets of oxycodone every 4 hours (for pain)

Take 2 tablets of laxative meds twice a day (cause pain meds cause constipation)

Empty drains twice per day, and record how much was in them

Get up and walk around every couple of hours to reduce the risk of blood clots

Ease into eating again: start with clear fluids, and work up to crackers/bread/etc., to avoid nausea and vomiting.

Lay down propped up on plenty of pillows, and only on your back (no side-sleeping!)

Keep the compression binder/gauze on for the first 48 hours, then remove them to shower as needed (but put them back on after!)

I was pretty lucid by the third day post-surgery, and was able to scale my pain meds down pretty quickly from 2 tabs on the first day, to 1 tab for the next two days, to 1/2 tab. Meds are much more important at night, when there's nothing to distract you from the pain- don't be afraid to ration them for nighttime.

Oxycodone also definitely causes drowsiness, so I took a lot of "oxy naps" about 45-60 minutes after I took my meds, which last between 20 minutes and 2 hours depending on how tired I am.

I have my post-op this week, so I will update this post with more details on my scars and healing then!

#top surgery #trans #transgender #ftm #transition #trans men #trans man #transmasc #transmasculine #nothorses #resources

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obsessive-ego · 4 years ago

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Beetlejuice cant tie a tie

I got a little off topic, but we get to it eventually

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft mentions and bonus

A day off like any other, your phone buzzes to life at 11am, you groan at the sound, but you cant sleep all day, even though you really want to. As you shift to turn off your phone, you feel the familiar dead weight, you huff.

"Beetlejuice"

Ever since you let the ghoul into your home he has made it a habbit to sneak into your bed with you, at first he would leave before you woke, but now? He just makes himself at home, claiming that your bed is so comfy and warm, and way more lovely then the couch, honestly you didnt mind, his pajamas were clean, and he kept his hands relatively to himself, and lets be real even if you protested he'd still do it, just something you got used to over time, and enjoyed, as much as you wouldnt admit it, sleeping with another person did help you sleep at night, but you weren't exactly ready to open that can of worms.

You nudge the demon

"Beetlejuice let go"

The ghoul had you trapped in his arms, wrapped tightly around your waist, as his face was buried in your hair, his legs tangled with yours, the demon was spooning.

You squirm again, this time a tad more aggressive.

"Keep wiggling like that sugar and you'll give me a boner" he groans, more mockingly then anything else.

"Let go so I can turn off my alarm and start my day" you huff

Beetlejuice tightens his grip around your waist.

"No can do sweets"

"Beej please, I need to be an adult today"

"Oh babes, you can EASILY be an adult in bed~ but fine, if you must" be dramatically let's you go fawning hurt, you simply roll your eyes as you take your new freedom and leave the bed to reach your beeping phone on the table across the room.

Following your example, beetlejuice gets up too, and with a simple snap of his fingers his black and white pajamas were replaced with his trademark suit, the ghoul straightens him self out, adjusting the jacket and tie as if he had somewhere important to be.

You couldnt help but feel a tad jealous at that, to be able to get ready for the day in a second, something like that could shave a good amount of time off your mornings before work routine.

You usher the demon out of your room stating you needed to get dressed, though he did plead to stay and help, as always, you only replyed that youd take a rain check.

Reemerging from your room, dressed and ready to enjoy your day off, you head to the kitchen to make some coffee, your morning routine was simple, normally beetlejuice would chit chat with you as you made breakfast for the two of you, but it was strangely quiet, you havent seen the ghoul since you ushered him out of your bedroom, normally this ment he was hiding and getting ready to scare you, a regular occurrence.

Now something as simple as making toast and coffee now had you filled with anxiety, why did he always do this? You know why, he thinks it's funny. Your anxiety was short lived when a little note flutters down from the ceiling in front if your face, instinctively you grab it

'Babes, off scaring, saw you got new neighbors, be back soon~ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo'

You sigh in relief knowing that bastard wasnt gonna mess with you today, yet you couldnt help but smile at all the xs and os, corny, but that was him wasnt it.

Like any other day off you try to catch up on house hold chores, and with beetlejuice out and about you can actually get stuff done, nothing against the ghoul, hell you loved having him around, it was just hard to be productive with someone so chaotic under foot.

...

Your day off went by pretty productive, you here you were, enjoying the peace and quiet, with a cup of hot tea and a book you've been meaning to read.

"HONEY I'M HOME"

Beetlejuice appears from literally nowhere in the center of the room you were currently residing.

you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden outburst, no matter how many times the ghoul burst into your home that way, it always startled you.

You regain yourself, and with a small laugh you sigh "welcome home B"

The tips of the demon's hair turn a soft pink, something as soft as 'welcome home' from your lips sent him, how lame, a big bad demon from hell, getting all warm and soft from just a little breathers kindness, yet, he wouldnt want it any other way.

The ghoul is quick to slide next to you on the couch "ya miss me toots?~" he cooed leaning in and making an exaggerated kissing face, you snorted out a laugh and gave him a shove.

"Knock it off B, and yes I missed you, but I was more productive without you, so~" you laugh

"OH Y/N you are so mean, you would rather me be away so you can do boring breather stuff, then have fun with the sexiest dead guy you know? How cruel" the ghoul pretends to be hurt.

You laugh again "Beetlejuice, you're the ONLY dead guy I know-"

"Therefore the sexiest" he countered giving you a wide toothy grin

"You got me there I guess" you laugh and give beetlejuice a shrug.

As the laughter dies down you notice how roughed up your friend really was, more so then usual, more dirty, shirt slightly untucked, new holes in his jacket and pants, his tie undone, loosely hanging around his neck. Yes the ghoul was messy, but it looks like he lost a fight, and hell with his powers he could clean up in a second, maybe he hasnt noticed?

"Beej? What were you up to today?" You ask shyly, you didnt exactly like to butt into what the demon did in his spare time, mostly because if he wanted to share it with you he did it with gusto.

Beetlejuice freezes for a second, the shrugs

"The usual, messing with your neighbors, why?"

You gesture to his messed up clothes

"OH, yeah, new guy down the hall fought back, you should have seen it babes-"

You sigh, not that you needed too, but you worried about beetlejuice, what if he got into a jam he couldnt get out of.

"What's up sugar?"

You flinch, beetlejuice must have caught in to your expression.

"Do you need a hand straightening up?" You mentally slap yourself at that suggestion, he can magic himself back together why would he need your help?

Glancing back up to the demon's face you swallow hard, plaster across his mug was a love sick dopey grin, his most and beard now sprouted pink patches.

"Please~" he purred, a word you rarely herd from the ghost.

You nod, slowly you start with the tie, grabbing on to the two pieces, you swear you saw the demon flinch, slowly but surely, you tie a simple tie, years of doing it for yourself for forced formal occasions, guess the info stuck.

You gently strengthen the knot, paying more attention to what you were doing, rather then who you were doing it for, if you were paying attention to beetlejuice you would have saw his wide eyes staring so intently on you, both hair and scruff completely pink, a soft smile plastered across his face.

"You know babycakes I would just LOVE to have you yank on my tie more often~" he purred

You flinch at the comment, being brought to reality by that delightful gravely voice of his, you stutter out a soft noise, unsure how to respond in your frazzled embarrassed state.

The demon continues "have ya drag me around, mmmhmmm, have my sweet little breather in charge"

You unable to think of a response, just sit in front of the demon, hands still gripping his tie, staring back at his face.

"I have to say I've thought of it often"

You DID yank the ghoul by the tie alot, to make a point and or get him to your level, him being taller then you.

"My little y/n riding me, using my tie as a leash, you being fully naked, while I'd be full clothed, sounds like fun maybe we should- urk"

That was a step too far for you, as hot as the idea way, it was till too much and too embarrassing, with a quick movement of your hand you tighten the ties knot around the ghoul's throat, as if to strangle him, not that he needed to breath, it did shut him up though.

"Harder baby" he croaked

At least you thought itd shut him up.

You let go of the tie and get off the couch, taking a step back.

Beetlejuice laughs, his soft pink hue shifting back to his default green.

"Oh sugar we done already? Not only are you kinky, you're also quick to finish" he snorts out a loud laugh.

"Cant we have one nice moment?"

"No"

You sigh, little frustrated with the ghoul's ability to ruin just about any moment, as if the ghoul sensed your mood, he was quick to jump to his feet and pull you into a side hug, you huff, still being a tad annoyed with him.

"Alright sugar, ya twisted my arm, not more dirty stuff tonight, I appreciate your help with the tie, how bout I return the favor?"

You quirk a brow, return the favour without saying something dirty? You didnt think the demon COULD do such a thing.

"Heres what I'm thinking doll, me, you, and the new neighbor down the hall, I'm gonna show you how I got messed up to start with, and play your cards right babes and I'll let ya tie me up again~" the ghoul winks at that last line, regardless of the innuendo you smile.

"Alright BJ I'm game"

The ghouls gives you a wide toothy grin

"Its showtime".

Nsft bonus

Later that night when you were dead asleep beetlejuice couldnt help but dream of you sitting on him wearing nothing but a coy smile as you rode him, he being fully dressed with his cock freed from it prison and being buried in your warmth.

You bounced up and down, yanking his tie, half for balance half cuz of the sound he made.

With a delightful dream like that, the ghoul did not last very long,

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years ago

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hc or ficlet of teddy proposing you amy again but this time jake decides enough is enough

(Read it on AO3)

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here.” Charles says in a deep, low voice.

“Are we not just having drinks?” Jake asks as he hands Rosa her beer and Charles his fruity rosé-tinted cocktail with a berry garnish.

“No! There are far more pressing matters at hand!”

Jake and Rosa clink their bottles together before the first sip, waiting for Charles to continue on his dramatic tangent, as he needs to do sometimes.

“Amy is going to a seminar in Staten Island next week.” He gives them both a deep stare.

“You might be surprised, bud, but I do know that.”

“Teddy is also going to that seminar.”

Jake stops mid-drink.

“I did not know that.”

“Neither does Amy.” Rosa cuts in. “Or she definitely woulda mentioned it.”

“He’s actually attended this seminar twice before, so I deduced that he’s not going for the learning material this time.” Charles leans back almost triumphantly.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t take a detective to figure that out.” Jake is trying to keep busy peeling the label off of his bottle, but Rosa can tell he’s clearly failing. There’s a furrow in his brow she’s rarely ever seen before.

“We have to stop him! He’s going to propose again, or do something romantic, or make a call-back to the seminar where they met, and Amy’s gonna get all confused-”

“My wife of four years and mother of my son is going to get confused by an unstable ex?” Jake’s voice is - bitter, Rosa thinks, is the best way to describe it, and she doesn’t think she’s ever heard that tone from him. Neither has Charles, it seems, because he backpedals immediately.

“Well, no, but- I mean- Amy is going to be upset- she’s been looking forward to that seminar and Teddy is going to ruin it!” He sputters, and Rosa can’t help but nod.

“And what do you suggest we do about that? We can’t keep Teddy from attending a work-thing, and I’m not going to stop Amy from going.”

“We can- we could kidnap Teddy just for the week, and then-”

“Kidnap a police officer.” Rosa interrupts again. “Because that’s gonna go over so well with the authorities.”

“Well then Jake can go to the seminar as well, and punch him out if he tries anything-”

“Yeah, because Holt’s totally not gonna be suspicious when Jake asks to go to a seminar that doesn’t involve some action training.” Rosa quips.

“I’m also not that big a fan of the idea of punching a man for, like, talking to my wife.” Jake grumbles, the label of his beer now completely gone, and only half-sounds convincing.

“It would be for love!” “It would be fucking creepy, is what it would be. Like I’m laying claim to some property or something in the most machismo-asshole way possible.”

“Yeah.” Rosa nods. “Amy’s a grown woman, she can tell him to fuck off herself, and she’s done it before. She doesn’t need us to bring chaos to her ‘fun’ little seminar.” She does sarcastic finger quotes around ‘fun’, but she also does know how much Amy is looking forward to this boring thing again - it’s her first time away from Mac on her own, and she’s planned her own trip just as meticulously as she’s planned for Jake’s stay with the kid, as if he has never taken care of his own child before, and kept her up to date on all of it in case she needs to jump in and help in any situation (which she won’t, but she might go over for a playdate anyway, just to see her godson).

Charles grumbles a bit more, something about ‘true love’ and ‘knights in shining armour’, but he drops the subject before their first round is finished and they can actually spend a nice evening together.

-*-

Rosa hands Jake a beer in return, once Charles has called it quits for the night because he has to go say goodnight to Nikolaj (Jake facetimed Amy and Mac instead and promised he’d be home soon, to which Amy rolled her eyes and said ‘Sure, babe. Tell Rosa to keep you out longer for some fun, please.’ the same way he had when Rosa had picked her up for a girls night two weeks ago).

“You okay?” She asks as she watches him peel the edge of the label almost immediately.

“Charles has really gotten into my head. I hate it when that happens.” He sighs as he lets go of the paper and drinks instead.

“Again: Amy’s a grown woman.”

“I know.” He’s fiddling with the label again after just one sip. “It’s just that all this Teddy-shit really does upset her. I mean, not in the ‘confused’ way like Charles said, which is bullshit.” The furrow is back for a second, Rosa notes. “But like… she just mulls it over in her head so much and it makes her feel like shit even if she won’t say it. I think the stunts he pulled at our wedding bothered her more than the whole thing actually being cancelled.”

Rosa nods as she takes her own first sip. She remembers Amy’s face when she realised Teddy was also at that stroller-contest thing she dragged her to. She remembers her face when they finally drove back to the precinct together too. She knows her friend, and if there’s anyone who knows her even better, it’s obviously Jake.

“So we gotta prevent that somehow.” She tries to continue the conversation without delving into Charles-level shenanigan-planning.

“”I just don’t want Amy’s first time off from Mac to suck because of some inconsiderate asshole. But I can’t exactly go along with her like Charles suggested, I have a kid to take care of, and also that idea is kinda insane.”

“Guess I gotta make sure it doesn’t suck, then.” Rosa finishes her beer and tries to ignore Jake’s gobsmacked stare at her. She doesn’t know when it happened, but at some point, apparently, she’s become willing to attend a boring seminar for Santiago.

-*-

Howzit goin

learn to write like an adult Peralta

also your wife will not stop talking about your kid

you love him

I do

but I don’t need updates on his bathing habits

no Teddy sightings yet but we’re also way too early because Amy. Keep you posted

Jake smiles at the text chain on his phone and makes a mental note to send her a picture of Mac in the tub later tonight, just to annoy her a bit more. Amy had handed the baby over to him at the precinct like she was going on a year-long world-cruise instead of just a five day overnight stay in another part of their own city, and Rosa had been standing behind her with her travel bag, rolling her eyes.

It had taken surprisingly little to convince both Amy and Holt that Rosa was actually interested enough in the seminar to join it at the last minute, and Amy had immediately included her in her itinerary, as well as offered to drive with her so she didn’t have to carry all her luggage on her motorcycle. Jake was going to owe her so, so many favours after all this.

The Mac-inna-tub picture only gets a grumbling emoji response, but she texts him again at around 9, when Mac is already fast asleep and he’s finally turned on Die Hard at the lowest possible volume to not wake him up again.

Teddy showed up

tried to say Hi (or worse) to Amy but I stared him away

going out for first day drinks with the group. I’ll keep him away. Maybe slip something into his drink.

why do I not question you having something to slip into drinks?

I can do more than just knives

don’t stay up all night watching all Die Hards. You gotta take Mac to daycare early tomorrow

Amy told me to tell you that

sure

and it’s only Die Hard 1 tonight

gonna spread them out over all the evenings

got one night left if you skip 4

The Holiday is on Netflix

you’re a good one Peralta

There’s no more updates until 11am the next morning, long after Mac has gone to daycare right on time, as he’s informed Amy via text to calm her down, and he was at the precinct only 15 minutes late this time.

Teddy pulled out the big guns

he had an actual ring this time. Looked expensive

There’s a sinking feeling in his chest, and he wonders what he should answer before his phone pings again.

I broke the ring

and the box

also his hand (‘accident’ - have to say that for liability)

anyway he’s out of the seminar now I guess because he can’t write anymore

so no need to worry

Jake tries to suppress his grin by biting his lip as he texts her back, Charles already getting a bit suspicious over him smiling at his phone constantly two desks over. He can probably explain it away by claiming he’s been messaging Amy, instead.

You’re my goddamn queen, Diaz

Amy is

but I definitely own your ass now too since I have to spend 4 more days in this shit place for you

There’s very few updates the rest of the week (apart from several pics of Amy either working, drinking, or lying hungover in bed in their shared hotel room - Rosa has resolved to make the whole boring thing a whole lot less boring, it seems) even as he keeps texting both ladies with Mac-updates and Mac-pictures.

Amy is all smiles and definitely not upset when they get back to the precinct and he’s already there to pick her up and hand the baby to his excited mama, and even Rosa spares a smile for the two Peralta-boys after the week she’s had.

He sidles up to her as Amy coos over her little boy giving her a hug and hello kisses.

“I really do owe you one, Rosa. Thanks.” “Dude, you owe me several.” She growls. ��At least I won’t have to do that ever again. I’d say Teddy’s out of the picture now.”

“Because of one broken hand?”

“Yeah, I visited him in the hospital when he was getting his cast on. To ‘apologise’ for the injury.” Rosa grins, and even her sarcastic finger quotes seem intimidating. “Not even he’s that stupid to try and come back.”

Jake raises his fist, and Rosa reluctantly bumps it before both turn their attention back to Amy, who’s already chatting about weekend plans and offering Rosa a ride home. She takes the offer, if only to play peek-a-bo with Mac in the backseat.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #peraltiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #ficlet #my writing #academy dholes

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coasttocoastreads · 4 years ago

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City of Brass//S.A. Chakraborty

★★★★★ / ★★★★★

Summary in One Gif:

Real Summary: Nahri has never believed in magic. Certainly, she has power; on the streets of 18th century Cairo, she’s a con woman of unsurpassed talent. But she knows better than anyone that the trade she uses to get by—palm readings, zars, healings—are all tricks, sleights of hand, learned skills; a means to the delightful end of swindling Ottoman nobles.

But when Nahri accidentally summons an equally sly, darkly mysterious djinn warrior to her side during one of her cons, she’s forced to accept that the magical world she thought only existed in childhood stories is real. For the warrior tells her a new tale: across hot, windswept sands teeming with creatures of fire, and rivers where the mythical marid sleep; past ruins of once-magnificent human metropolises, and mountains where the circling hawks are not what they seem, lies Daevabad, the legendary city of brass? A city to which Nahri is irrevocably bound.

In that city, behind gilded brass walls laced with enchantments, behind the six gates of the six djinn tribes, old resentments are simmering. And when Nahri decides to enter this world, she learns that true power is fierce and brutal. That magic cannot shield her from the dangerous web of court politics. That even the cleverest of schemes can have deadly consequences.

After all, there is a reason they say be careful what you wish for

Pros:

BEAUTIFUL

INCREDIBLE

THE CHARACTERS

THE WORLD

P E R F E C T I O N

Cons:

I’m sad.

Plot: 5 / 5

This is the book I’ve been searching for. I’ve been looking for the story to suck me in since my quarantine started in mid-March, and THIS IS IT. The beginning of Nahri messing around in Cairo, to her travels, to Daevabad. The TWISTS!! The TURNS!!! Some of it I was able to piece together, some of it I wasn’t, all of it was amazing. The difficulty of figuring out who is in the right? Which side is the right one? Which side is anyone one? Who is a traitor? Who is loyal? Is it better to be loyal or a traitor? WHAT IS THE TRUTH!!!

Pacing 5 / 5

I could not put this down. I literally sat in my backyard from about 11am to 5pm when it started to get cold-ish and I read this. The only reason I did not get sunburnt was having the good sense to put on sunscreen BEFORE I started it. I DEVOURED this book. The absolute mastery of pacing allowed us to go from Cairo Shenanigans, to A Grueling Travel, to Political Maneuvering to Climactic Action PERFECTLY. With such different settings at times, it would stand to reason that it could get choppy, but it DOES NOT.

Worldbuilding 4 / 5

This is the only place where I felt like this book wasn’t perfect. But I think thats more of a me problem than a book problem, I definitely felt a bit lost at times with some of the cultural stuff, and it took me a bit to sort of… catch up? With some of the intricacies. But it was still pretty dang good. Daevabad was beautifully constructed, and I really did feel like I could picture what was being described. I think some of the mythology took a bit to put together, but by the end I definitely knew what was going on for the most part.

Characters: 5 / 5

Would I die for all of them? Yeah. Maybe. Nahri? Check. Ali? Check. Dara? Check. I think the best part about it, was that they are all incredibly flawed. Nahri is dragged kicking and screaming into a world she doesn’t understand, and knows nothing about, and she doesn’t just, catch on immediately like protagonists sometimes do in books like this, she struggles, a lot, but she uses the skills she has to figure it out. And she messes it up, and there were times when I was shaking the book and just sighing exasperatedly because uhg Why Would You Do That!!!?? But I think thats part of what makes a good character. Likewise, both Ali and Dara are incredibly, incredibly flawed, and they are diametrically opposed, but I somehow??? Like them both??? So much??? Both of them believe so strongly, and they both truly believe they are doing the right thing, and yet they question themselves, and we as readers question them. Is Ali really doing things for the right reasons? Has Dara been honest? Can either of them be forgiven for the things that they’ve done? Are they responsible for their actions under the circumstances? All questions both the reader, Nahri, and both Dara and Ali ask themselves. I LOVE them ALL.

I’d recommend for:

Are you in your early 20s and only read YA and don’t know how to move on even though you no longer relate to protagonists that are 16? Have you been overwhelmed by the prospect of wading through adult fiction to find the ones that have the same feel? WELP I DID THE WORK FOR YOU!

READ IT.

Would I travel here?

Hell yeah, already packed my bags.

Overall Thoughts:

I liked this book so much, that if its not available from my library literally RIGHT NOW, then I’m going to BUY the next book. I’m so upset that this has been out since 2017 and I’m only reading it now. Like literally devastated. Also, Tiff just told me that its getting a netflix series apparently and IM TRULY LIVING.

See you next week!

Katya

Spoilery Rant under the cut:

WHO IS TELLING THE TRUTH? IS DARA BEING CONTROLLED BY SOMEONE? IS HE REALLY DEAD? WHAT IS ALI GOING TO DO NOW? HOW IS NAHRI PLAYING THE KING? IS SHE PLAYING THE LONG GAME? WHAT ARE THE DAEVA PLANNING? ARE THEY THE GOOD GUYS? ARE THE SHAFIT? AREN’T THEY BOTH BEING WRONGLY PERSECUTED? GIMME THE ANSWERS? WHAT HAPPENED TO DARA? IS NAHRI ACTUALLY SHAFIT OR NOT? IS HER MOTHER ALIVE? WHAT IS HAPPENING I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!

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nissakii · 3 years ago

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Scent. a Haikyu!! Fanfiction pt.10

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The car we sat in pulled up to the university campus, and an eerie feeling of familiarity rushed over me.

Although I was only here for one semester before leaving, I forgot how many emotions I tied to this place.

Quiet thoughts krept up into my head until I realised the cab had stopped in front of the gate and the driver turned around to me.

“That would be 15,97, please”, I extended a twenty towards him with a polite smile and while he gathered the change I looked to the seat next to me.

There he was in all his glory, a snoring mess of a man. His eyes covered with arm and tucked to his right side, his other hand lying lifelessly on the middle seat.

So that’s supposed to be an adult huh?

I nudged his arm a little, but he only groaned and swerved to the side.

“Here you go”, the driver handed me a receipt and the change and took a slightly annoyed glance at the man next to me, “a heavy sleeper?”

“Yeah, apparently”, I retorted and took both hands to shake his shoulders.

“Sleeping beauty! Wake up! We’re here!”

“Hu-wah?”, was the intelligent response he gave, hoisting himself up into a sitting position until he saw the buildings outside from the window.

“We’re here!”, he grabbed at his backpack and slung it over his back a couple times before he got it right and grabbed the handle to open the door.

I shook my head but smiled and gave the driver a knowing look.

“Youngsters am I right?”

The driver tutted and turned around in his seat, “Aren’t you guys the same age?”

Maybe physically?

“Yeah, but he’s a walking preschooler”, I grabbed my own duffel bag and opened the car door with a swing.

The trunk was already open and I got my luggage handed to me a bit too hurriedly.

“Woah, woah easy there! You’re going to run me over!”

“Oh man I’m so pumped to be back! I missed this place!”, he rambled on and started dashing off through the gates.

Well he slept through the whole plane ride and up until now, of course he has the energy.

The jetlag already made me feel incredibly tired, as I looked at my phone I realised it was merely 11am, which meant I had a long day ahead of me.

While I had my phone out, I quickly texted a message and held back a grin as I saw it was read immediately.

“Course he doesn’t reply”, I muttered to myself before I walked through the gates as well.

The man in front of me already started to briskly walk towards the school building, even though we had to go to the reception first.

“Wait”, I shouted in his direction and he actually stopped for a second to look at me.

I started to jog with my luggage trailing behind me until I got closer, “why the rush? It’s not like they’re waiting for us to-

“BOKUTO!”

“OH MY GOD!”

For the first time in what felt like ages I picked up the familiar scent of fresh caramel steadily coming closer to us, and Bokuto who must’ve done the same let go of his luggage and ran towards the small figure coming closer and closer.

With a sigh, I took Bokuto’s luggage with my other hand and tagged along.

My nose twitched as the man’s lemongrass scent flared up in excitement as he ran towards the small omega.

He roared out a loud laugh as he crushed the giddy woman with a hug.

Muffled sounds came from his chest as he kept pressing her in until she tapped out with repeated taps on his back and gave a huge smile herself as he let her go.

“I missed you!”, the omega smiled wholeheartedly, and I couldn’t repress a snarky smile myself.

“I missed you too! It’s been so looong!”, Bokuto trailed and he stretched out his arms after crouching down to meet her small frame.

“Ah~ the little rascals found each other again, huh?”, I got closer to the omega but didn’t know if she was okay with a hug, so I extended both of my palms for a high ten.

She laughed cheekily before hitting my hands harder than I anticipated, and the sting in my palms made me grin wider.

Feisty as always.

“How are you doing Kuroo?”, she asked with a smile.

I nodded while taking a side glance to Bokuto, well ya know, with this idiot here it never gets boring so”, I rolled Bokuto’s luggage towards him, “what about you? Did you make new friends? How’s Kenma?”

I had hoped for a little second that he would at least greet me, but I was not only left on read but also ghosted apparently.

“He’s good, but you missed out on some stuff”, she whispered towards me with her hand shielding her mouth.

Some stuff?

“No way, what happened?”, Bokuto interjected.

If Mikoto found it important enough to drop it in casual conversation it must’ve been something big, but I don’t think she would spill it all now.

Even though I knew Mikoto officially for three years now, she was still a mystery to me.

I had met her at her highschool graduation that she attended together with Bokuto, since they knew each other since they were children.

Bokuto had always told me stories about their time spent together, and it was a fun coincidence that I knew her cousin Shirothrough Kenma.

Kenma, Shiroand I hung out throughout our middle school days even though she was two years younger than me, and I only learned of her relationship with Mikoto after I met Bokuto through highschool volleyball tournaments.

We were from different towns and had different lives, until we somehow all joined at the same university.

Small world, hm.

There was no match to the bond between Bokuto and Mikoto.

Those two have been inseparable for years on end, and I felt like Bokuto fulfilled a bigger sibling role for her. Since their parents got along just as well, they basically turned into a duo.

A duo of huge dorks.

“Long story”, she replied.

I was about to say something about the reception, when I picked up more scents that I could and would never forget.

There they were, Shiropushing a grumbling Kenma in front of her while she giggled.

Oh man, I really did miss them.

My steps quickened as I picked up the smell of vanilla and white chocolate filling my senses, and the giggle turned into a laugh as Shiroshoved herself with Kenma into me.

“oof-”, I grunted as she extended her arms around both of us, laughing harder as Kenma struggled to muffle something against me.

Wow, what a feeling.

“Hah! I’ve missed you kids!”, I plopped my hands on Shiroand Kenma’s head to which they both flinched and complained about.

“Let me go you weirdo”, Shiropushed my hand away in played disgust, but her sweet chocolaty scent couldn’t deceive anyone with a nose.

“So! Kenma~ I hope you’re staying up all night gaming hm?”

“Tch”, Kenma’s face scrunched up,”I think you should’ve stayed away for a year longer”

I chuckled at his defensive retort and found Bokuto and Mikoto rambling over something.

Craning my neck up I tried to look for other familiar figures, I tilted my head as I didn’t find anyone.

As if he matched my thought process, Bokuto did the same and slumped his shoulders as he found nobody else approached us.

“Wait”, he whined, “where’s Akaashi?”

His head drooped down and he pouted until the omega spoke up again to comfort him.

“Heey, don’t be sad! I think he’s caught up in a meeting, we should check the beta lounge”, she lightly hit him on his arms until life came back to him.

“Alright! Let’s go find Akaashi!”

Kenma and Shiroboth followed the two while keeping a couple steps behind, and I eyed the pair in front of me a little more. The beta and the sigma were really open since they basically had the same interests and knew each other for years, but as I took a closer look at their exchange something felt different.

Hm.

Trailing behind the group, I held my luggage behind me as its wheels charred on the asphalt.

Nothing about the building changed.

I mean it’s not like it’s been a decade, Bokuto and I were just gone for a year, but I had the feeling that something at least should’ve changed while we were gone.

I looked up at the sky, the late summer still bringing a warm breeze before the winter ultimately would take over. Other students going in and out of the building or sitting on the tables around either side.

Chattering of groups walking around filled my vision, until my eyes caught two figures farther away from us.

Both of them had their eyes on Bokuto, and I squinted to make out who it was.

Wait.

Did they look at Bokuto?

Both of them were wearing casual clothing just as everyone else did, nothing about them seemed suspicious.

The taller one eyed not Bokuto, but Mikoto with his chin tilted a bit high, while the shorter one looked a lot more calm.

My gaze snapped back to Bokuto and Mikoto who were pushing each other from side to side while laughing.

I looked back at the two men and they were talking to each other, before they turned around and left.

What was all of that about?

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professional-benaddict · 5 years ago

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The Baby Snip ll

Part one here

“Hi, got an appointment to see Doctor Strange at 11am?” Bucky said to the receptionist, who nodded brightly and directed the trio over to the waiting room area. As they took their seats, Peter sniffled gently to himself at how his face still stung from the slap.

“Shh, Peter. There’s no reason to cry.” Tony whispered harshly to Peter, not wanting the other people in the waiting area to see him with a sniffling Little. “But, what’s that over there? That looks fun.” He pointed to the little corner in the room with a low table surrounded by colourful chairs and a bunch of toys. “Be nice and say hi to her.” He added and then gestured with his eyes for Bucky to let Peter head over to the play corner where a little girl was playing with a puzzle.

Peter desperately wanted to protest, to say actually yes, there was a reason to cry, but the stern look Tony was giving him made him shut his mouth. He did not want to go over to the girl, not in the slightest, but he realised it was an opportunity to get away from the two husbands for a moment. Bucky nodded and let go of the boy’s arm to allow him to go over to the play corner of the waiting room, and the man could not help cooing at how cute the boy looked in his outfit as he sat down next to the girl. When Peter moved to sit next to the girl, she perked up in an instant and smiled widely at him.

“You wanna play?” She invited kindly, her voice high pitched and child like. Overhearing the girl, both Bucky and Tony gave Peter a stern look, daring him to reject the offer.

Peter gulped at the looks he was getting from the husbands, and quietly nodded in response. He watched as the girl explained what she was doing, but it was hard to keep up when there was the looming threat of the two adults watching him and possibly preparing to discipline him if he did anything wrong. After a few moments, Bucky turned back to Tony.

“Soon he’s going to be our proper little boy.” He smiled brightly, and took Tony’s hand in his own to squeeze excitedly.

“I can’t wait, ahhh...” Tony sighed with a soft smile while he gazed lovingly at his husband. “He’s going to be on bedrest for a while after too. We should get new sheets for the crib.” He added thoughtfully. This would be the third set of sheets purchased in one month.

After a moment, a door by the reception opened up and a female doctor in pale pink scrubs came out with a smile.

“Princess Tilda?” She asked and the girl by the play corner jumped up. Her Mommy came over to take her hand and led her over to follow the doctor through the door.

“What you playing with, honey bee?” Tony asked, leaning forwards in his seat to see what Peter was doing.

It had only been a few minutes, but Peter was almost sad that the girl had to leave. It meant that the only people he could now talk to in this waiting room were his captors, and the boy glanced back quickly when he was spoken to.

“Uhm, jus’... jus’ some Lego.” He mumbled quietly, and turned away again to focus on what he was ‘building’. Bucky, meanwhile, kept an eye on the boy, narrowing his eyes slightly at how Peter seemed to be acting more and more disobedient as the day progressed. He did not say anything however, as to not cause a scene.

Tony was not entirely satisfied with Peter’s less than enthusiastic reply, but he was in a good mood and let it pass. For now. A moment later, the door by the reception opened again and this time a familiar doctor came through.

“Mr Stark and Mr Barnes.” He said with a smile, extending his hand to greet the husbands.

“Good to see you, Doctor. We’re really excited to be here.” Tony said with a wide smile as he shook Stephen’s hand.

At the sound of Doctor Strange’s voice, Peter immediately ducked his head and looked away. The doctor was… odd, and that was saying something in a place like this. Whenever they visited the doctor’s office, Peter found that the doctor was always a little more handsy than was necessary, and always had a smile which was more like a leer. The worst part about it was the fact that the husbands never seemed to notice, or worse encouraged it despite their possessiveness.

Bucky turned to see Peter cowering in the play corner, and cleared his throat.

“Pete, say hello to the doctor.” He said, his voice low and threatening.

All the three adults had now turned to Peter, and once the boy had muttered something that resembled a greeting, Bucky stalked over to grasp his upper arm again.

“He’s a bit nervous, I think. My apologies.” Tony said, blushing a bit with embarrassment when his Little behaved like this in public.

“No worries. I’m here to fix that, right? Shall we?” The doctor invited and then led the way to his office, which also doubled as an exam room. “So, I got some info from the receptionist when you made the appointment, but I’d love to hear it straight from you. So, what can I help you with?” Stephen said after closing the door to his office. Tony and Bucky settled in the two seats and the latter pulled the boy onto his lap.

“Well, you’ve been getting some fantastic results with your regression surgeries, so we thought that Pete here would be the perfect candidate for it.” Bucky explained, bouncing the boy on his lap. Peter went wide-eyed, and immediately began squirming on Bucky’s lap at the mention of surgery.

“S-Surgery? I- No, no, Papa, I-I don’t wan’- I-” He begged, even using the man’s title to try and get him to change his mind. It was like his pleads were being completely ignored, though.

“Shush, Peter. The grown ups are talking. You’re being rude and interrupting us. Play with Sharky and be quiet.” Tony lectured before turning back to the doctor.

“So, you’ve seen the documentary.” Stephen chuckled, a hint of a cocky smirk on his lips. “It’s very much true. We’ve had great results with the techniques that Doctor Palmer and I developed together last year. Based on Peter’s physical just two months ago, I’d say he would be a suitable for it. Are you having trouble with regressing him?”

Peter bit down on his lip to stop himself from complaining more, but as the adults talked over his head he got more and more stressed.

“I- I don’ wan’ surgery, please- please don’t-“ The slap to Peter’s face shut him up quickly, and the look on Bucky’s face was one of thunder as he dropped his hand from Peter’s face.

“Peter, not another word from you.” The man snarled, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Stephen smiling almost sinisterly.

“Yes, I think we’ve plateaued with his regression. We’ve tried everything you recommended last time and we’ve also talked to the people at his daycare.” Tony explained, an obvious hint of worry in his voice as he talked.

“So, we hoped some surgical changes could help with that.” Bucky added and Stephen nodded.

“Yes, that is absolutely possible. I’ve had many CGs come here with similar issues and snipping a few nerves and weakening a few muscles in his groin area can start a much deeper regression.”

Peter tensed up at the mention of his groin. The doctor was not actually going to touch him there… was he? The boy would have started up another panic, but the slap to his face still stung, and so he simply sat quietly where he was, grasping Sharky tightly in his hands. Bucky could sense that the boy was frightened, and a squeeze of his hands on the boy’s hips both tried to settle the boy and act as a stern reminder not to scream again.

“That sounds brilliant, just what we need. We’re really grateful that you could do it same-day as well, Doc.”

The doctor nodded with a smile before gesturing to the boy.

“Then I think what remains is to actually have a look. Would you mind getting him undressed from his hips down?” Stephen prompted while he rose from his seat to wash his hands and get gloved up. When Peter seemed to start panicking again, Tony stepped in and turned to face the boy.

“Come on, honey bee, the doctor needs to have a look at your privates now. Let’s get you out of these adorable overalls.” He said with a cooing voice and began opening the buckles on the shoulder straps.

Peter immediately began whimpering in protest, terrified at the prospect of the doctor looking at him below the waist. Even despite Bucky’s warning, he started to thrash in place and both husbands had to struggle to take his overalls off.

When Peter seemed to be very, very uncooperative and badly behaved, Stephen sighed a little and with his back turned to the family, he readied a syringe with a powerful sedative. It was a bit much, but it would surely keep the boy in check for the rest of the appointment. Peter was seconds away from bursting into tears, and seeing the doctor suddenly turn around with a needle filled with something, he was not sure what, only served to make things worse.

“No, n-no, you’re not injecting me with that, /no/!” Peter cried.

“Hold him still.” The doctor instructed and then stabbed the boy’s squirming thigh with the needle, swiftly injecting its content before pulling back.

“No! F-Fuck you, you’re insane, y-you can’t do this!” Peter screamed, but it was too late as the needle was quickly plunged into his thigh. “You’re fucking crazy, let me go right fu-fucking now, I’m serious! You’re all fucking mental, y-you can’t make me go along with your crazy shit!” He yelled, now fully thrashing about in Bucky’s lap even despite the sedative being administered. The two husbands looked furious, and Bucky was considering beating the boy properly there and then to get him to know his place.

“Get the pacifier.” He said to Tony, working to keep Peter still enough for his husband to put the gag in their boys mouth.

While Bucky wrestled with Peter and kept him more or less in check, Tony pinched Peter’s nostrils shut and promptly shoved the pacifier nipple into his mouth that opened on reflex.

“Thanks, Doc.” Tony smiled when Stephen came up to offer his help by pressing the pacifier against Peter’s mouth while Tony put the strap on behind his head.

“It’s a shame. I do much prefer nice and calm little patients. But, we can make them calm if we want to.” Stephen chuckled and pinched Peter’s cheek in a fond gesture before going back to get ready for the exam. “Give him another moment and he should be calm enough to let you undress him.”

If looks could kill, the glare that Peter gave the doctor when he pinched the boy’s cheek would have caused the man to drop dead in front of him. He was heaving breaths, shaking from a mixture of anger and fear as Bucky kept him in one place.

This entire situation was humiliating beyond belief, only made worse by the feeling of Peter’s motor functions becoming slower and more sluggish. He tried to say something through the gag, but all that came out was a garbled whimper. Bucky smiled as he felt his baby finally relax in his lap, and together with Tony’s help he managed to get the boy’s overalls down and off his body. All that remained was the pull-up, and Bucky unstrapped and removed it from the boys crotch to reveal his groin.

“There, finally you’re behaving like a good boy.” Stephen commented while the husbands undressed their boy. “I bet you give your Daddies a lot of trouble for them to have to bring you to me, so that I’ll fix you with my sharp instruments. At least you’ll get to eat ice cream and watch TV all day while you recover afterwards.” The doctor mused and nodded with a pleased smile when Peter’s groin was finally exposed.

“Can you take him on your lap again? Then hold his legs up for me. It’s less scary when you get to sit on Daddy’s lap, hm?” Stephen teased the boy, who seemed very much drugged up already.

Peter was now too sluggish to fight being moved into Tony’s lap, but he made a small, scared noise like a wounded animal as his legs were hooked under his knees and spread obscenely wide. Although Bucky was no longer holding him, the man kept a hand on the boy by gently stroking his hair and cooing to calm him down. The boy looked so adorable drugged like this, like he was ready for a nap, and it reminded him a lot of when they first got Peter.

“That’s great, hold him right there.” Stephen said and snapped on some tight, blue gloves. “Still no diaper rashes it seems, so that’s good. But... He’s getting hard already.” The doctor commented with a frown. Tony had the same expression.

“He does that sometimes and we really don’t like it. It’s far too grown up for him. Can you do something about that?”

“Oh, absolutely. Littles as young as him shouldn’t get hard like this. Cutting a nerve or two here will stop the reaction entirely.” Stephen explained and ran a finger to show where the nerve went and down to Peter’s hardening cock.

Peter was mortified at his body’s response to the man touching him. It is not like he could help it! He could not even try and squirm away from the doctor’s touch, all he could do was make soft whining noises behind the gag that made Bucky coo and stroke the hair from his eyes.

“Our little baby’s trying to be a big boy... Naughty, naughty puppy.” He scolded, but smiled wickedly as Stephen’s hand continued to trail up and down the boy’s cock and then even down to his balls.

“I can also perform a vasectomy. Or remove his sack entirely.” Stephen said while he examined Peter’s sack, pressing and pulling here and there. All the grown ups frowned at the boy’s flustered reaction. His cock seemed to get harder and harder, which was unacceptable. “Many CGs want this to make their little boys look younger and it makes them less aggressive and sexual.” He added, then turned to the husbands with a questioning look.

Peter was now tearing up, and his whole body trembled as the doctor groped his cock and balls.

“Hmm... That sounds good, we’ve been having issues with his body trying to act more grown up than he really is.” Bucky nodded, glancing over to Tony who agreed with him.

“At the moment it seems like he’ll get hard from a strong breeze.” Tony added, thoroughly enjoying how terrified and embarrassed Peter looked in his lap as Stephen touched him.

“Then I would recommend we remove his sack. I think it will greatly help you get where you want him to be in his regression.” Stephen said then continued to examine the boy’s cock. “At least penis reduction attempts don’t seem to be necessary. He is quite small already, don’t you think? If you disagree, I can of course fix that too.” Tony hummed as he considered and then turned to his husband.

“Perhaps start off with getting rid of his sack and cutting the nerves so he doesn’t get hard like that? We could always come back for more, right?” Stephen nodded in agreement.

The sedative was so strong that Peter was almost slipping in and out of consciousness, and his head hung loosely as Bucky held him in his lap with his legs apart.

“He is quite small already, yeah. He really is our little baby.” Bucky laughed, this time also snaking a hand around to touch the boy’s cock. Peter whimpered when two hands were now touching him, but Bucky merely shushed the boy gently and pulled his hand back after a few moments of groping him.

“All right, then I’m done. You can get him dressed again. You can use the exam table and let him lay back.” The doctor allowed and pushed back in his chair, then removed his gloves and began making notes in Peter’s chart that he had up on his computer.

While Tony picked Peter up, Bucky grabbed the clothes he had folded up along with the pull-up.

“Oh, he looks so cute and so sleepy. You see, Petey? It isn’t that hard to be a good boy. You just have to let Daddies do everything while you stay nice and quiet.” Tony lectured to Peter.

Peter had no strength left to fight back as Tony picked him up and carried him over to the exam table. As he was laid down, and Tony stood over him talking, the boy felt his consciousness slipping away from him. He could barely process what the man was saying, everything seemed to be slipping in and out of focus.

Bucky could not help making a delighted sound at how adorable their boy looked stretched out on the table, no cuffs needed to hold him down when he was under such a heavy drug.

“Our little puppy prince... Can’t wait to have you as the little boy we’ve been dreaming of.” He said fondly, running his hand down the boy’s cheek.

“You’re going to be so good for us when your little cock isn’t giving you any nasty grown up urges. It’s gonna be such a relief once it’s over with.” Tony continued to coo and leaned down to kiss Peter’s cheeks and forehead, now that for once the boy did not fight back. “You’re going to be the cutest baby ever.” He added with a last kiss to the boy’s nose. When Peter made a little moan in response, Tony took that as a wish for more touching and leaned down to give him more kisses. “You’re gonna be okay, just a few snips by the doctor and you’ll be a perfect little baby.”

Peter moaned weakly, and at this point he was not even sure what he was making noise about. He could see the doctor typing out of the corner of his eye, and he could feel himself getting panicked, but with no physical way of reacting. Bucky saw the boy’s eyes widen and also bent down to kiss the boy’s cheeks. It was rare for Bucky to show his affection in such a way, so it was an important thing that he kissed the boy’s face in public.

“Our brave little boy. It’ll be over before you know it.” He said quietly.

While Tony and Bucky continued to coo and gush over their boy, Stephen had logged all his observations into Peter’s chart and then checked if any ORs and surgical teams would be free that same afternoon to carry out the regression surgery.

“There’s an opening in the ORs at 5 this afternoon, so I could get it done today. He would have to stay overnight to recover, but he should be all good to head home tomorrow. Would you like to carry on right away, Mr Stark and Mr Barnes?”

“Yes, please.” The two men said in unison, eager to get the surgery completed so that they could have their boy regressed as soon as possible. Bucky took a seat by the exam table and continued to stroke the boy’s cheek, who simply laid there making small noises to himself.

“All right, then I’ll alert the surgical team. Has he eaten today?” Stephen asked, gesturing to the boy who was now laying limp on the exam table, moaning and whimpering now and then behind the gag.

“Yes, he had breakfast this morning.” Tony answered. “Well, we can just pump his stomach now and then he’ll be ready for surgery this afternoon. Is there any questions? Or do you feel comfortable leaving Peter in my hands?”

Peter could barely understand what was going on, but when the adults started hinting that they were going to leave him alone with the doctor, the boy began whimpering louder than before and trying to lift his arms to gesture towards the husbands. For a moment he was truly like a child, wanting his Daddies to stay with him, but that feeling was quickly overtaken by disgust at himself. He should not be giving in to this, but everything was too much to process. Bucky noticed the boy shifting on the table and trying to reach for them and made a fond noise in his throat.

“Oh, baby, no reason to cry. We’ll come see you later. And that’s a promise. The doctor will take great care of you.” Tony reassured and rubbed Peter’s stomach soothingly over his clothes. “And he can keep Sharky with him, right?” Tony asked the doctor.

“Of course. He can keep his stuffie till we get to the OR. Say bye-bye to your Daddies now, Peter.” Stephen said, waving his fingers at the husbands to demonstrate.

Peter shook his head from side to side, trying to show that he did not want the men to leave, even despite hating them. However, the husbands did not take much notice, and both leaned down to kiss the boy’s temple sweetly one last time before leaving the room, and leaving Peter alone with the doctor.

“Finally, just the two of us. Come on then, let’s see what’s happening upstairs. We’ll get you in a comfy bed and then you’ll have a nap with Sharky. How does that sound?” Stephen cooed and moved to pick up Peter, setting the boy on his hip and letting his head rest on his shoulder. “Can you told onto Sharky? No, you’re still so sleepy. That’s all right.” The doctor said and picked up the stuffie in his free hand and then brought Peter out of his office and to the elevator at the end of the hall. He pushed the button to the third floor, which read ‘Surgical Floor’.

Peter wanted to try and fight the doctor off of him, more than anything, but he had no choice but to let the man pick him up and place him on his hip. His cock rubbed against the man’s waist and the boy whimpered as he hid his face so that Strange could not tell him off for it. He was moved to the third floor and placed down in a bed, and from there everything moved so quickly that he could barely recognise what was going on. A range of faces were surrounding him as he laid on the bed, and as more sedatives were pumped into his system he drifted off to sleep, still in a confused panic.

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lallemcnt · 5 years ago

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but all i see is him right now — 2.8k (ao3)

let's call this eliott and lucas hanging out in an unknown location, in an unknown setting, in an unknown time; lucas' head is muddled by thoughts of how much he wants eliott.

or, the one where lucas sighs dramatically (several times) and they talk about soulmates.

if he closes his eyes, and just .... thinks back on tender hours of hands brushing and cheeks flushing and red lips and warm breath, he —

“where are you?”

lucas squints his eyes open against the afternoon sun, blinking rapidly, and, perhaps, frowning because the person before him let’s out a light laugh, their silhouette changing from pure light to brown, fluffy hair, indiscernible grey-green-blue eyes and pink lips spread in a teasing smile: “you did it again.”

eliott is sitting there, smiling in all his breathtaking glory, staring directly at lucas who, in turn, grows warm in the cheeks and looks down at his hands. he did it again — the daydreaming seemed a prerequisite to hanging out with eliott recently. in lucas’ case, anyway. recently, he thinks, they haven’t even known each other that long.

“i should put that on my resume: interesting enough to bore lucas lallemant out of his intelligent mind.”

that’s because i spend every single minute of every day thinking about you, making up stupid fantasy scenarios about us; being in your company makes my brain overload, but lucas can’t say that. so, he narrows his eyes and kicks out a leg against eliott’s ankle, because he’s an emotionally mature adult who knows how to respond to digs no matter how lighthearted they are. eliott responds by grabbing lucas’ ankle and squeezing it. lucas tries to kick his leg out of eliott’s grasp, but soon stops — he’s tired and there’s no heart in it — lets out a dramatic sigh before lying down on his back and looking up at the sky.

seconds later he feels light fingers on the bare skin of his ankle where his jeans must have ridden up, his leg jerks in response to the soft touches, the fingers stop and when he relaxes once more, they pick up again.

no words are uttered, contrary to the rush of thoughts that consume lucas’ mind as eliott tattooes lucas’s ankle with his soft, calloused finger tips. the thing is, lucas has never had a friend quite tactile as eliott. someone who hugged everyone he met; he would hang his arm around your neck in a group circle; instead of pointing out you had something on your shirt he’d pick it off himself or take a piece of fluff out of someone’s hair. lucas couldn’t name the number of times he and eliott’s hands would brush when they walked side by side after school, but lucas always put it up to eliott and his cuddly demeanour. he was, by nature, a soft dude. his presence was magnetising; to be at the centre of that attention that everyone, whether they knew him well or not, craved, was sublime. so lucas didn’t question that moment, where others would see it as something more, he knew it wasn’t, and yet against all reason and logic he couldn’t quite help himself, knowing what would follow, he still let himself dream it was. it hurt when he thought about it too much which was all the time, but soaking up eliott’s presence and being with him, even in only a platonic way, seemed to ease the pain, but when lucas was on his own that was a different matter. the nights when he couldn’t sleep because of his insomnia, he would lie there in bed and dream, he would pull back his yellow curtains, encouraging the moon spread her light, initiating thoughts of that drawing. the greek on the moon. lucas liked to think of the moon as selene; ever since he’d learned that greek name, and ever since he’d seen eliott’s drawing, that name seemed to give it a new life — they were both ruled by the moon, after all, being cancers and all.

“i was thinking about the moon.” lucas spoke, volunteering his thoughts for no other reason than he felt like it.

“what about her?” eliott’s interest was palpable, he even stopped tracing patterns on lucas’ calf. lucas yearns for the touch, almost to the point he forgets what he was speaking about, but not quite.

“about your self-portrait on the moon.” he glances at eliott who looks thoughtful, waiting for lucas to continue. “and i was thinking how would you draw me? what animal would i be?”

eliott’s silent for a few seconds, contemplative. then he says, “sit up for me.”

lucas complies, suddenly feeling nervous in that i’m-in-love-with-you-and-it’s-so-obvious way, believing that his eyes will give him away so he gives himself a second before meeting eliott’s eyes. eliott is sitting by his feet, considering lucas. he tilts his head and gets a faraway look in his eyes, picking up the beer resting beside him: “i’d have to think about it.”

okay, lucas thinks, okay.

eliott is fiddling with the label on his beer bottle, so lucas proceeds to lie back down and sigh once more. sometimes he thinks it’s not one sided — the feelings, that is. in the mornings after having drank too much at a party and inevitably retreating back to one of le gang’s homes, and walking home together at 11am because they live only a street away from each other in the opposite direction to the other three. in the mornings when it’s tipping towards a warm afternoon, but they’re both decked out in their jackets, messy hair and morning breath and slow gaits, wishing to be home but also wishing for just a second longer in the other’s company. maybe there’s a hand brush or two, a few glances out of the corner of the eye, playful shoving because can one really be around eliott without some kind of physical contact that somehow leads to slightly longer touches, followed by avoided glances and painful hearts and close tears. but as soon as he’s had a few eliott-less hours logic returns and reprimands lucas for being so naïve because no one ever loves the person who craves love due to severe abandonment issues. no one could ever love the boy who turns spiteful when he’s angry and spits out harsh words he doesn’t mean.

lucas feels himself getting agitated by his ceaseless negative, spiralling thoughts and so he ditches that train of thought to prevent the casualty he can see himself creating. he sits back up, tugs his knees to his chest, tilting the side of his head to rest on them. he glances at eliott who is already staring back at him.

“are you sure you’re okay?” eliott inquiries, concern etched on every plain of his sun-kissed face. summer is almost over. eliott brushes a hand through lucas’ hair once before cradling his beer bottle once more. “you don’t seem yourself today.” he concludes.

lucas shrugs his shoulders and decides to be honest for once. “i don’t feel in the best mood. sorry for my terrible company.”

eliott shakes his head, but before he can come up with what lucas believes would be a placating response, despite no times of this before, lucas interrupts, changes the subject. “i’ve never met anyone guy who is so comfortable around their male friends.”

as soon as it’s out of his mouth he regrets it. eliott’s hand retreats, his body language immediately becomes closed-off: shoulders hunched, no eye contact — eyes squeezed shut before glancing off to the side. lucas wants to hit himself, badly.

“no!” lucas yelps. it’s instinctive because he adores eliott, and hurting the people he cares for is the last thing he wishes to do despite the recent regularity of it. sometimes lucas thinks he hurts himself this way on purpose, punishes himself for being this messed up boy, any time he’s reached the light. he doesn’t find eliott’s tactile nature weird. if anything, he yearns for it — his heart almost craves it. “i-“ love it. he takes a breath, because he can’t say that. “i didn’t mean it like that. i meant- it’s you. that’s just how you are. you’re warm and you-“ lucas stops. he can’t believe he- he can’t look eliott in the eye — doesn’t know if he could conceivable do so anyway because he hasn’t looked at eliott’s face since he retreated into his shell — so he does the next best thing instead. he, ungracefully, pushes eliott’s legs down and flops down on them, resting his head on eliott’s thighs and raising an arm to shield his eyes from the glaring sun which has begun to set.

“it’s just different to all our other friends, you know? but it’s nice. it’s beyond nice,” and he goes rambling on, because he’s nervous but he wants to make sure eliott knows for certain that it’s not weird, that’s it’s good, in fact. “it’s comforting. especially for someone who didn’t grow up with that kind of ... familial affection.”

eliott relaxes after those words, disrupting his own silence with movement. carefully brushes a strand of lucas’ perpetually errant hair behind his ear and he’s smiling, full teeth and beautiful crinkled-eyes, causing lucas’ stomach to drop.

how is he supposed to breathe normally around that? lucas’ mind conjures up paintings from the few museums eliott has successfully managed to drag him to. he pictures contrasting harsh and soft lines, bold colours and soft tones. but his mind lands on muted, yellow flowers- sunflowers, which he’s sure were once bright and confident in their own beauty, dulled by time and the constant attention of roaming eyes: from breathless awe to complete apathetic glances. now, lucas has never actually see the painting in real life, rather, only through the fractured screen of eliott’s phone, but they stole the air from his lungs the first time he laid eyes on them. lucas has never been the most artistic, preferring the practicality and logic of science, he thinks years of unnecessary school trips to galleries tainted art for him, forever, until he met a certain someone. he’s not sure why these sunflowers have this specific affect on him, and whether it’s actually the painting itself, or rather how the moment he was shown them still compels feelings of joy and unbridled laughter from him, especially in his most desolate moments. eliott was practically standing on top of lucas, buzzing with excitement, phone shoved directly in lucas’ line of sight — definitely too close, because lucas had burst out laughing, grabbed eliott’s hand with the phone in, and pulled it back from his eyes, which had closed from the brightness and nearness of the screen to them. his head had fallen back against eliott’s shoulder and he’d looked up at him, shaking his head:

ok, ok, ok!

ok, lucas lied. It’s definitely the feeling of that moment that made him love the painting so.

“look at the sky, lu.” eliott’s quiet voice disperses lucas’ thoughts.

lucas glances up. he hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten; the sky was a gradient of beauty: magenta, easing into a violet, dripping into a cerulean blue. there is something magical about dusk, as the sky is no longer dominated by the burning sun, is left to its own devices, unraveling its perpetual blue to reveal a masterpiece of colour.

eliott glances at lucas whose face must mirror his own feelings because he responds. “yeah.”

“i like this.”

“me too.”

“i’m surprised you’ve been single this long.”

eliott snorts out a laugh, tipping his head back. “four months. all of which you’ve known me for.”

“huh, four months?”

“yep.” a hand brush through lucas’ brown locks.

“feels like forever.”

“i know.”

a few hours roll by, the daylight hours cycling at a rapid pace, it’s almost time for them to leave each other, but that’s not what’s on lucas’ mind, he’s found himself getting all heated over a topic many find nonsensical — that he wouldn't dare raise with le gang in fear of being laughed out — but he’s with eliott and they often find themselves getting all kinds of existential about fate and relationships and people.

“this idea that there’s only one person on the planet who your soul connects with is bullshit.”

“you don’t believe in soulmates?”

“no, it’s not that. i just don’t believe that there’s only one person out there ‘meant’ for you. i think you can connect with more than one person like that. every relationship is different, right? you talk to each friend about something different, or maybe the same thing but in polar-opposite ways. like, yann is definitely my soulmate. i love him. no one gets me like he does. he’s my brother. but i also have arthur who knows science like me; we can discuss new and old theories or articles we’ve read — that’s a passion we both share and i don’t get quite the same feeling when i’m speaking with someone else. then there’s basile who, yeah, jokes around a lot, is inappropriate 85% of the time, but what most people miss, because they don’t take the time to get to know him, is that he’s a fucking brilliant listener, you know? so if someone’s gonna sit there and tell me there’s only one person on the planet for each person then i’m calling bullshit because i have these three great dudes in my life who are without a doubt, my soulmates.” lucas is breathing slightly harder than normal, almost like he’s just finished a 200m sprint. he didn’t mean to get so passionate and worked up. he’s almost embarrassed again. but he didn’t say anything stupid, he’s sure of that, and he meant every single word.

“i always thought the idea that there’s only one person you really fall in love with was romantic as fuck, but...what you just said...your conviction proves that feeling wrong,” eliott responds, licking his dry lips once. “i never thought about friends as soulmates, but it makes complete sense.”

“i don’t know about love...” lucas teeters off. “i’ve never really felt that before.” he admits, looking down at his hands and turning them over, because he’s insecure on this subject matter — the expectations that everyone is young when they first experience it, and if you haven’t you’re automatically deemed an outsider. is it a lie though? has he never felt it, what are these feelings he gets around eliott? he loves hanging out with him but does he love him? can lucas love in that way?

“it’s strange. it’s the most consuming emotion. it’s one of the best and worst feelings...i miss it.”

“you miss being in love or you miss your ex. aren’t they kind of the same thing?”

“i don’t miss my ex, but, yes, i miss being in love.”

lucas doesn’t respond and eliott, it seems, doesn’t feel the need to expand on that, despite lucas’ brain wanting it more than anything — for eliott to explain why and if there’s someone he likes... another few minutes pass by in their companionable silence, no daydreams for lucas, just the sounds of traffic, pushchair wheels bumping over fallen twigs and a cold, subtle breeze — a harbinger of the night — it comes and it goes, much like their conversations that day.

“so, what about me?” eliott inquiries with a teasing smile on his lips. the breeze, though seemingly gentle, has carolled his hair into a wilder state — it brings a smile to lucas’ face, who only tilts his head in response.

“am i a soulmate?”

they’re sitting only a few inches apart, and the question feels personal — almost too much, but lucas has been spiralling on thoughts of eliott all this time, and he can’t help himself any longer.

“are you a soulmate?” lucas ponders, crossing his knees to sit directly in front of eliott who nods in askance.

“hm.” is all lucas replies as he raises his palms and indicates for eliott to do the same, which he does, placing his palms against lucas’. warmth blooms, and they both let out light sighs, masked by the other’s; it’s a cobalt-blue sky now, and the noises of the lives of the people around them are muted to the feeling of their contact.

lucas swallows and puts on a grin, “dear world, is eliott demaury a potential soulmate for i, lucas lallemant?” he felts warm breath ghost out in a chuckle.

lucas raises his eyebrows with a mock reprimanding look in his eyes. “what’s so funny?” eliott rolls his lips in, trying to prevent the smile and laugh from escaping before opening his mouth to sincerely apologise, but lucas interjects. “this is serious. i mean, if you don’t want to find out if we’re destined to know each other for life, then, i don’t know why i’m wasting my precious time.” all this he says, while trying to maintain his raised eyebrows, but eliott’s cheeks are puffing out and lucas’ head is becoming slightly sore from exercising his eyebrow muscles, and they’re looking each other dead in the eyes now — blues and greys and greens dark with no light to illuminate them — trying not to crack up. eliott clutches his stomach, falling forward, his forehead resting on lucas’ shoulder.

it’s a bliss no words can name, no language lucas knows can describe this feeling.

#mine #elu fic #this is scary but i posted this a while back on ao3 and i hope u enjoy :)#skam france #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #elu

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wasteitonserendipity · 5 years ago

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Gummies (Part One)

(A/N: hello lovelies! I started a new main blog for writing so I’m reposting all of my stuff to here! Anyways, I’m working on the part two right now and hopefully it’ll be up soon!)

Genre: fluff and a little angst because why not?

Paring: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: 2.3K

-5:30AM-

You were jolted awake by the blare of your alarm, the man by your side stirring a little bit. You sighed to yourself, staring up at the ceiling. The idea of getting up right now was less than appealing at the moment but you knew it must be done. You hated that even when you got to spend the night with Jungkook it was always cut short by the need to get home early in the morning. His arms tightened around your waist as you tried to kick your legs over the side of the bed to get up.

“Can’t you stay a little bit longer,” he said with a pout you could see through the dark, “you always leave so early. I wanna make you breakfast or something.”

“Thanks babe,” you said with a smile, kissing his shoulder before loosening his grip and getting up, “I wish I could but duty calls,”

He sat up and groaned again but didn’t really protest anymore, instead flopping back onto the bed dramatically. He knew that this was how it was. He knew that you had some kind of “responsibility” that you had to take care of in the morning before school, but he didn’t know exactly what it was. Sometimes he just figured that you had a morning routine that you wanted to stick to, so he really didn’t push the issue.

You moved around the bedroom, humming while you gathered your belongings. He’d told you that if you were going to be staying over that you should leave some clothes at his, maybe even a toothbrush or makeup. In fact he’d almost insisted when you two actually began seeing each more consistently around a month in. You’d left small things there, maybe a Tshirt or a pair fo shorts to sleep in but leaving anything more than felt a little invasive to you and you certainly didn’t want to be that person. You two were casually seeing each other and had agreed that if you were to see other people to let each other know, but neither of you had really been interested in anyone else since your thing started.

Before you could grab your glasses off of the nightstand Jungkook grabbed you by the wrist.

“Hey,” he said with a soft smile, kissing your hand, “can you do dinner tonight? I wanted to talk about something with you.”

You stopped all movement immediately, a million things ran through your mind, but one thing was consistent. Crap, this is it, he doesn’t wanna see me anymore.

Sensing your panic he laughed lightly before pulling you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“It’s nothing bad babe,” he said soothingly, “just something I think we should talk about in a nicer setting.”

You wriggled out of his hold to face him, his eyes wide and full of what looked like love, even though you wouldn’t dare say that word yet.

“I’ll see what I can do,” you sighed, caressing his face before placing a small kiss on his lips.

-6:15AM-

“You’re late again,” Jisoo said, leaning on the counter with a cup of coffee. You could sense the mild irritation in her voice, “she’s not up yet thankfully. I figured I’d let her sleep until you were home.”

“I’m sorry Jisoo,” you said sincerely, setting your bag on the kitchen table “you’re literally the best sitter I could ever ask for.”

“I know I am,” she said with a smirk, her irritation fading away, “I'm the best live in babysitter ever. It helps that she’s the most adorable little angel I’ve ever met. If she was the devil this would be a very different conversation.”

“I owe you a big bottle of wine and a night to yourself,” you promised.

You were forever grateful that your roommate was one of the most understanding people in the world. She knew your situation, that you were now the sole guardian of your four year old sister after your parent disappeared. You two had been living together already when you got the call that your sister was in custody after someone doing a wellness check found her in your old house all by herself. They figured she’d been there for a few days alone but she really had no idea what was going on. When you’d asked if Jisoo it was okay if your little sister came to live with you, she didn’t even hesitate. You felt lucky to have such an amazing friend by your side.

“Deal,” she laughed, sipping her coffee.

A comfortable silence fell between you two before you heard a small voice from the other room.

“Unnie?” the small voice sung impatiently. You shared a glance with Jisoo and smiled.

“Duty calls,” you say lightly before making your way down the hall.

You popped your head into your shared room to see your little sister sitting up in the middle of your huge bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Hi baby,” you cooed, “are you ready to start the day?”

She nodded but pouted at the same time. She was never a morning person, something you both had in common. You were so much alike sometimes that it was almost like she was your daughter and not your little sister. She was smart as a whip and picked up a lot of your habits, both good and bad. She was always asking questions with the most adorable, inquisitive look on her face. Day in and day out she never ceased to amaze you.

“What are we doing today, Unnie?” she asked you with bright eyes now.

“Do you want to come to class with me?” you asked. It was summer session now, so she didn’t have daycare everyday like during the year but your teacher for your summer lit class was kind enough to let you bring her with you whenever it was necessary.

“Yes, please!” she squealed, jumping out of bed and running for the kitchen.

“Jisoo! Incoming!” you yelled down the hall. You smiled when you heard Jisoo greet the little one and endless giggles could be heard from the kitchen.

You stretched a little before getting up to change for class. You pulled your clean shirt over your when your phone vibrated on the bed.

JK: Hope you made it home okay! I’ll pick you up around 7? Xx

You wanted to panic at the thought of Jungkook picking you up at your place. He’d never come over to yours and never really questioned why you never offered to host and this would be the first time that he’d be in the same vicinity as your sister. It made your stomach flip at the thought of telling him about your situation. You weren’t ashamed in anyway of the predicament your parents put you in, but you knew that most guys in their twenties weren’t exactly keen on the idea of dating someone who has to take care of a little life as well.

“Today’s as good a day as ever I guess,” you sighed to yourself as you put the rest of your books in your bag.

-11AM-

“What’d you think of class today, little one?” you asked as your walked across campus. You held on to her little hand, in her other hand was the popsicle that your professor had insisted on buying for being “the best listener in class”.

“It was good,” she hummed, happily enjoying people watching as you both walked.

That was one of the millions of things you simply adored about her, she was always the happiest kid around. You would never have known all the shit that she’d had to deal with in her four short years of being on earth. She was always happy, always a tiny ray of sunshine in the dark. She rarely cried or got upset and somehow, at four and a half, knew how to work her problems out better than most of the adults you knew.

You moment of adoration was cut short by the sound of a familiar voice behind you.

“______!” you knew exactly who it was and you froze. You were planning on telling him but this wasn’t exactly how you wanted to. You took a deep breath, knowing that you didn’t have much of a choice now. You turned around with a forced smile, one you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey”! You a little more enthusiastically than you should have.

“I saw you come out of lit and I thought I would say hi and see if you wanted to grab lunch,” he said with his bunny smile.

You were lost in his smile when your little sister tugged at your jacket impatiently.

“Unnie, who’s that?” she asked, her eyes doing a once over on Jungkook, “he’s very tall.”

You laughed a little, always the curious little one. Jungkook looked between the two of you surprised, but not as much as you figured he would, which puzzled you a little bit.

“This is my friend, Jungkook. He goes to school with me.” you say, nodding for her to introduce herself.

“I’m Ji Ah, it’s nice to meet you,” she smiled and bowed.

After Jungkook bowed back she turned on her heels and immediately made the signal that she wanted you to pick her up, something she only did when she was feeling shy. You smiled as you picked her up and rested her on your hip.

“This is what you mean when you say ‘duty calls’, huh?” he asked, quietly.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this but yes,” you said, looking at the ground.

“I just don’t get what the big deal is though,” he said with a shrug, pulling his water bottle out of his backpack.

“What?” you asked, a little shocked.

“So, you have a little sister? That’s hardly something to get worked up about,” he laughed.

He set his bag down on the ground before rummaging through it again. After a minute, and your heart restarting, he pulled out a small bag of gummies.

“Ji Ah, do you like gummies?” he asked, Ji Ah’s head still buried in your neck. She looked around at him shyly and nodded her head.

“Good, so do I!” Jungkook chirped enthusiastically, “you want some?”

She nodded again with more fervor before taking the colorful candy from his hand.

“Jungkook, it’s a little more complicated than that,” you said in a hushed tone.

He pulled out another candy and handed it to Ji Ah before turning to look you dead in the eye.

“That’s okay,” he said with sincerity in his eyes, “you can tell me about it over lunch, my treat.”

-12:35PM-

“It took about six months, but because they couldn’t find my parents I gained sole custody of Ji Ah. It’s been about a year since she’s been with me.” you said, taking a sip of your iced tea.

Ji Ah was sitting next to you happily coloring away, oblivious to the world around her. You smiled down at her lovingly. Just about your whole world was that little girl and you braced yourself for the out come that had happened the last time you’d told a guy about your situation.

Jungkook continued to listen to you intently, only stopping every so often to pick at his sandwich. You pressed on, figuring if he was meant to stay in your life after all of the information overload you were letting loose on him, that he would stay, and if not then it just wasn’t meant to be.

“I won’t say it’s been easy,” you started, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, “because it really hasn’t. Between social services checking in, taking care of Ji Ah, going to school full time and trying to have a social life, I’m stretched pretty thin. Which is the reason why you’ve never really seen me with a guy on campus. I know when we met we joked about that, but that’s the real reason. Ji Ah always comes first. She’s never met really any of the guys I’ve seen until now. I’ve never really been comfortable with the idea of her getting attached to someone and then all of a sudden they’re no longer around. So, I won’t lie, the fact that we’re all sitting here together right now is a big deal.”

You looked up, your eyes meeting with his. You looked for signs that he was ready to bolt, for any kind of unsteadiness in them. But you found none. His eyes still sparkled the same way they did this morning, and it made your heart flip.

“_____,” he said as he took your hand, his eyes never leaving yours, “you are one of the most amazing people I have ever met.”

“What?” you asked, dumbfounded by his words.

“I don’t know anyone at our age that would willingly take on this kind of responsibility without a second thought. You have a huge heart and for you to take care of Ji Ah and keep your grades up is truly amazing.”

You looked down, smiling at his kind words and blushed just a little. You figured he’d let you go easily as soon as he knew the kind of commitment dating you would now entail. But it seemed like he almost welcomed it.

“I was gonna ask you this tonight over dinner,” he began again, “but since we’re in a sharing mood, I guess I’ll just go now; ––––––––, would you officially be my girlfriend?”

Ji Ah looked up as soon as he said the word ‘girlfriend’ halting all of her coloring. She looked between the two of you a few times with inquisitive eyes before turning to you to ask,

“Does this mean Jungkook oppa can come over a play with me? I like him.”

You both laughed a little at her forward question. You looked at the clearly amazing, understanding man across from you with a smile.

“I guess it does.”

#bts writing #jungkook writing #bts fluff #bts angst #jungkook fluff #repost from my old blog

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Give Me A Try (New Chapter)

Gay Instagram Model/Bartender Phan AU Part 6

(Part One)

(Part Two)

(Part Three)

(Part Four)

(Part Five)

(Read on Ao3)

The bar is empty, but the lights are swirling across the dancefloor. Britney Spears’ ‘Everytime’ is playing at a low volume, her deep, rough voice sliding chills up Dan’s bare arms. He is naked, and sprawled across the bar counter.

His face is turned towards the dancefloor, marvelling at how clean the floor is, for once. Somewhere at his navel, lips are pressing to his skin, over and over, like sweet butterflies landing on his abdomen. Dan sighs in contentment, eyes slipping closed. He opens them just in time to see Phil move over him, done with kissing his stomach now.

The shock of seeing Phil above him, also naked, their bodies pressed together on the bar, sends Dan into a flurry of panic. How did this happen? He is not prepared, not skilled enough to please such an immensity of a person. His hands ghost, trembling, over Phil’s shoulders, too reverent to actually touch.

“Do you want me?” Phil asks, absurdly.

All Dan can do is nod, vigorously, trying hard to convey how desperately he does without words. Phil sends him a wicked grin in return, sending Dan’s heart into palpitations. He sees Phil’s lips moving towards his, can feel the slide of Phil’s hips against his as their bodies move. He tries to ready himself for the onslaught of Phil’s mouth, but knows it will eviscerate him totally, the moment it happens. There’s no way to prepare.

He shuts his eyes, waiting for the missile of Phil’s kiss to strike him, when a voice permeates the air, grating and cold. “Knew he’d be shit in bed.”

Phil snaps his head to the side, annoyed. Dan turns too, blearily, to see Charlie Hickory standing in the shadows, sipping a Rainforest Cocktail with a nauseated expression, his lips blue from the liquid. He’s watching them with scorn, sneering in distaste. Dan tries to struggle from beneath Phil, to cover himself from Charlie’s stare, but he can barely move. Phil’s whole body covers him, and while it’s incredible, it’s also restrictive.

“Charlie, be nice,” Phil warns, then turns back to Dan. “Sorry about him.”

“What’s he doing here?” Dan hisses, feeling his cheeks heat.

“Oh, he’s just here to chill,” Phil shrugs, like it’s normal. “Ignore him.”

Dan tries to let Phil’s words placate him, but he can feel Charlie’s eyes burrowing into them, scrutinising their every movement. Phil tries to kiss him again, but Dan squirms from it, mortified by the third party watching.

“Can you get him to leave?”

Phil frowns. “Just pretend he’s not there.”

Dan wriggles again, glancing over at Charlie, who waggles his fingers. “Not sure I can do that.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, I knew he wouldn’t have the balls,” Charlie sighs, tossing the Rainforest over his shoulder so that it smashes behind him. Dan tuts, knowing he’ll be the one that has to clean that up. Charlie stalks over to the bar then, seizing Phil’s face in his hands. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

He smashes his mouth into Phil’s, kissing fiercely, and the bar beneath Dan seems to fall away, he feels punched by the sight happening right above him, wants to drag Charlie off of Phil by his stupid quiff. Charlie pulls off, slightly breathless, and turns to Dan, still pinned to the bar by Phil on top of him.

“Give it up, Dan,” Charlie says, condescendingly. “He’s mine.”

At that second, Dan jerks awake, anguished and filled with fury. Charlie’s smug face lingers, ghostlike, in front of him. It churns his stomach, making him queasy and breathless. A minute or so passes, eyes closed against the sickness roiling within him as Charlie, and the bar, and the rest of the weird fever dream gently ebbs away. It’s around then that Dan realises his nausea is actually a product of what feels like a raging hangover, if his pounding head, raw throat, and bitter tongue are any indication.

He peels open his eyes, rather reluctantly. For a wild, slightly scary moment, he has no idea where he is. Then, the zig-zag blanket draped over his body catches his eye, and the feeling of immense comfort sparks a faint memory in his brain.

He’s been on this couch before.

Dan looks around for his phone, heart already thrumming as he tries to recall what happened last night, what day it is, and whether he needs to apologise to Phil or anyone else for his behaviour. He thinks today is Sunday, which is good, because the bar is closed. He’d never forgive himself for this hangover if he had to work later.

He finds his phone in his shoe beside the sofa, almost dead, but flooded with notifications. Too bleary to read any of them, Dan just checks the time.

It’s 11am.

“Crap,” Dan mutters, running a hand through his hair.

“Morning to you too, sunshine,” Phil says from a nearby armchair, making Dan leap out of his skin.

His eyes flick to the other man, who is slumped in the chair, nursing what looks like a much-needed coffee. His voice is rough and gravelly, his chest bare. He’s wearing pyjama pants with emojis on them, and slippers that look like loaves of bread.

“Morning,” Dan says. His voice comes out like sandpaper. “Um, what… what happened last night?”

Phil flicks his gaze across to Dan, eyebrow quirking. A smile spreads across his mouth. “You don’t remember?”

Remnants of memory snag across Dan’s mind: downing a shot as Tyler urged him on, dancing to ‘London Bridge’ by Fergie on the dancefloor (which, incidentally, Tyler refers to as Dan’s ‘stripper song’), Phil filming him with his phone…

“Bits and pieces,” Dan says unsurely. “Did I get drunk during my shift?”

Phil barks a laugh. “You could say that.”

“Ugh,” Dan grunts, rubbing his sleep-caked eyes. “Such a responsible adult. I’m blaming Tyler for allowing me to do that.”

“Might wanna check Instagram,” Phil says; he sounds suspiciously nonchalant about the suggestion. He pockets his phone, stands up, and heads for the kitchen beyond. “I’ll make you some coffee.”

As soon as Phil leaves, the chill of his words hangs in the air. Dan’s gaze falls, trepidatious, to the phone in his lap. It seems like a primed bomb, suddenly. He reaches for it with caution, not really wanting to know.

The moment he clicks onto Instagram, the notifications pour out in a stream, attacking him in their thousands. He goes to his own profile, and his jaw falls to the floor.

Followers 53,289

Dan stares at the number, uncomprehending. His notifications page is swarming with new followers, liking his photos, commenting beneath them.

He wonders, as he scrolls through them, whether he’s been hacked. Or if he drunkenly purchased a load of those fake follow accounts in a vain attempt to impress Phil. Then, he starts reading what these new followers are writing.

Who is he omg

Think I’ve found a new fave twink account :o

He’s cuuuute!

He might be cuter than Charlie…

The last comment snags his attention, mostly because of the name. Charlie.

“Any news?”

Dan starts, head whipping towards Phil so fast that it makes the room spin on its axis. “I… what’s going on?”

Phil titters, placing a cup of coffee in front of Dan. He reaches for it at once, taking a huge, scalding gulp. Eugh, he really needs to tell Phil at some point that he hates sugar in his coffee.

“I tagged you in my Instagram story last night,” Phil tells him. His tone is hesitant, as if he’s unsure whether this is good or bad news to relay. “People… reacted well to you.”

“I have fifty-three thousand followers as of this morning,” Dan says, blankly. He still can’t wrap his head around it.

“Congrats?” Phil offers, sinking back into his chair.

Dan places his coffee down, swallowing thickly, and types Phil’s name into the Instagram search bar. He goes to AmazingPhil’s account, thumb hovering over his icon, around which a think pink line pulsates, indicating that Phil has, indeed, updated his story.

He presses the icon.

Immediately, he recognises the bar where Phil is filming. It’s the bar Dan has worked at for the past four years of his life, Habanero, and it’s crammed with patrons, as it always is on a Saturday night. Nicki Minaj’s ‘Super Bass’ blares from the background as Phil films the crowds, ending with a close up of his own face, wide-eyed as he sips a cocktail Dan recognises as a ‘Habenero Hallmark’. It has a dash of chilli oil in it, after its namesake, which explains Phil’s subsequent wince and splutter after he takes a sip.

“Wait, what are you- are you watching my story?” Phil - the present-day Phil - asks from his chair, already standing up. Dan nods, barely hearing him. “Scoot over, I wanna watch with you.”

Dan turns to him, surprised, but obediently shuffles further into the sofa cushions in order to let Phil squeeze in next to him. To his mild despair, Phil slips his legs under the blanket as well, pressed against Dan’s. At least Phil has those stupid emoji pyjama pants on, Dan thinks, mercifully. Were he forced to be skin on skin with Phil beneath the blanket, he might self combust.

He turns back to his phone screen with some difficulty. Now, the Phil of last night is at the bar, filming a cocktail being prepared. With a sinking dread, Dan realises he already recognises the hands on-screen, but then the camera pans upwards, and Dan’s damp forehead is on show, his brow furrowed as he concentrates.

From off-camera, Phil shouts, “guys, this is Dan! He’s the best bartender in the world, and he’s making me a new cocktail ‘cause he’s a hero, and I didn’t like the last one.”

Dan watches his own face crinkle into a smile as he hears Phil’s compliment. He vaguely remembers this moment; he hadn’t been drunk at this point, he’s sure. Phil’s sweet words had felt like warm, melted honey drizzling down his chest.

He watches himself stare up at Phil’s face, off-screen, with a gooeyness that seems nauseatingly transparent. Is this why all those people followed him? Because he is obviously, hilariously smitten with someone so far out of his league?

“Phil’s a wimp and can’t handle a teeny bit of chilli,” Dan tells the camera, eyes glinting with mischief. Dan, on the sofa, huffs a laugh at his own cheeky response. Both the Phil beside him, and the Phil behind the camera, laugh as well, making Dan’s chest swell with pride.

“I’d like to see you try it, Dan,” off-screen-Phil shoots back, making the Dan on camera narrow his eyes.

“You’re on, Lester.”

He abandons the cocktail he’s making, wipes his hands on his jeans and grabs six shot glasses from underneath the bar. Ohhh, sofa-Dan realises, the memory washing over him as it unfolds on screen. Suddenly his hangover is starting to make a heck of a lot more sense.

He watches, dismayed, as he pours the Habenero-chilli infused tequila into the six shot glasses, and, as Phil films him, systematically downs each one.

“What the fuck was I thinking?” Dan asks aloud.

Phil points to a person Dan hadn’t noticed, behind Dan on the screen. It’s vaguely recognisable as Tyler, but only vaguely, as he’s moving about too much to be sure. He’s cheering loudly, chanting Dan’s name, and getting the customers around the bar to do the same.

A loud, triumphant cry rises from the crowd as Dan throws the last shot down, his hands shooting into the air. Phil is cheering too, and Dan cringes at the gleeful, smashed look on his own dumb face.

“Holy shit,” Dan breathes, shaking his head. “No wonder it feels like someone shoved a red hot poker down my throat. Those chilli shots are lethal.”

“I can’t believe you did six,” Phil says, beside him, chuckling. “It was seriously impressive.”

The story jumps to further along in the night, and Dan is obviously trashed. He’s on his knees on the bar, hips gyrating as he pours a cocktail into a martini glass, his hair curled at the temples with sweat, his light grey shirt covered in glitter. Phil is still filming him, laughing. There are several captions adorning the video that Phil must have added whilst a little tipsy himself:

Brighton’s Best Bartender XD

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

GO FOLLOW @DANISNOTONFIRE !!!

The hearts, in particular, make Dan flush bright red. “Oh my fucking God.”

He wants to click off the video, and tries to do just that, but Phil stops him, grabbing his phone and laughing. “Nooo, let’s watch the rest!”

“Phil, this is humiliating!”

“Tyler thought it was a great idea. He reckoned me filming you would get the bar loads of new customers.”

“Oh my God, you’ve teamed up with Tyler of all people,” Dan groans, burying his face in Phil’s shoulder. “I’m doomed.”

It occurs to him, belatedly, that Phil’s shoulder is bare, and that it’s probably very inappropriate for him to be doing this, so he jerks away, blushing more. For some reason, this seems to make Phil sling an arm around him, pulling him close, and bringing the phone back in front of his nose.

“Just watch this last bit,” Phil wheedles, squeezing Dan to his chest.

Obviously, Dan is helpless to speak in this position, let alone refuse, so he just nods, frozen as the steady, even beat of Phil’s heart resounds in his ears.

The story jumps to the next bit, which is a photo of he and Phil, their faces pressed against each other, cheek to cheek. Phil has covered the photo with pulsating pink hearts. Dan has a huge smile on his face, and his eyes squeezed shut. He does not remember this photo being taken, and it kills him a little inside. He looks so blissfully happy, smushed against his favourite person in the world.

Phil hums a fond little noise, then clicks to the next image. It’s a boomerang, of Phil and Dan slurping down a single Rainforest cocktail, one stripey straw each.

“Fuck,” Dan breathes, wincing. “No wonder I feel so horrendous. How much did I drink?”

“After you lit those shots on fire, everyone started buying you drinks,” Phil tells him.

“I lit shots on fire?!” Dan exclaims. “That’s against the safety regulations, I could’ve burned the bar down! Why the fuck did Tyler let me-”

Phil laughs, squeezing Dan again. “Dan, don’t freak out. You were brilliant last night. Tyler said you alone made twice the money you usually do on a Saturday night, not including tips.”

Dan is silent, processing that. He decides not to respond.

The story plays on, and now there’s a photo of he and Phil filling the screen again. A selfie, like the last one, but this time Phil’s lips are pressed to Dan’s cheek. The caption reads:

New OTP??? #Phan ;)

It makes Dan suck in a breath, which he tries to disguise as a cough, probably not very well. Phil chuckles again, and screenshots the photo, despite it being Dan’s phone. Dan is, in a way, glad for this, as now he won’t have to screenshot it himself, and risk the embarrassment of Phil seeing.

“So… I’m guessing Charlie wasn’t there last night?” Dan asks after his heart has settled back into a regular rhythm.

Like it’s allergic to the mention of Charlie’s name, Dan’s phone instantly dies. He plucks it from Phil’s hand and sits up straight, letting Phil’s arm slip from his shoulders.

Whilst he’d been enjoying the sensation of having Phil’s arm around him a lot, it had been a bit too much for his hungover state.

“Nah, he had to work.”

“So you just swung by on your own?”

“Thought I’d pop in and see you,” Phil says, smiling broadly. “I was on my way back home.”

“From?”

Phil sighs, draining the last of his coffee. “My agency in London.”

Dan nods, though he can’t begin to picture what that would even look like. “So you came in to grab some Dan-time, and I ended up getting hammered and crashing on your sofa.” Dan rolls his eyes at himself. “Sorry.”

“Hah, I think it was mostly my fault, to be honest,” Phil admits. “I was urging you on. It’s only fair that I let you stay with me instead of sending you off to try and cross town back to your place.”

“Well, you did get me a fuckton of Instagram followers,” Dan says. “So I guess we’re even.”

Phil smiles at him. “Glad you see it that way. But honestly Dan, I think you got yourself those followers.” Phil laughs, poking Dan in the side. “It was those dance moves, I reckon.”

Dan puts his head in his hands, cheeks warm. “Please don’t. I never want to see myself behaving like that again.”

“I wouldn’t mind a second show,” Phil quips. Dan lifts his head in surprise, but Phil is already moving off the sofa, throwing the blanket aside and standing. He stretches his arms above his head once he’s up, the long, tapered line of his back straightening in a smooth curve. “Anyway,” he says, yawning as Dan swallows a wave of longing to reach out and trail his fingers down the cord of his spine. “How about some breakfast, Coyote Ugly?”

Unable to help smiling, Dan shrugs his shoulders. “It’s okay, I’ll get out of your hair. I’ve already been enough of a nuisance, I imagine.”

He wishes he could remember the trip back to Phil’s flat after his shift, but that part of the night is a dark void. He hopes Phil didn’t have to help him walk or anything embarrassing. He’s pretty sure he’d remember if he’d thrown up, which is a mercy, at least. The last thing he recalls before waking up on the sofa, is upending a bottle of cherry bakewell vodka into the mouths of a few guys wearing pink cowboy hats. Then, nothing.

“Let me put it this way,” Phil says, throwing a smile over his shoulder at Dan. “I’m gonna make enough pancakes for two, so if you leave now then you’re responsible for me eating them all.”

Dan laughs, watching Phil walk towards the kitchen, empty coffee mug in hand. Perhaps he could stay for a short while. Maybe until his head has stopped throbbing. Or just until all the pancakes are gone.

He stays for pancakes.

He stays for pancakes on Monday morning too.

Dan spends all of Sunday, and most of Monday on the angelically soft island that is Phil’s purple sofa. They play endless games of Mario Kart, and Fallout 4, and Fortnite, which Phil tells him he’s obsessed with, and now Dan is obsessed with too.

They eat dozens of pancakes, they order pizza twice, they eat all the Pringles, marshmallows and chocolate in Phil’s cupboards, as well as any other junk food they can get their hands on. It’s hangover food, Phil assures Dan at one point. It doesn’t count. Dan’s not sure about this philosophy, but then again, one look at Phil’s abs is enough to make Dan believe anything he says about the matter.

When, somehow, it gets to midnight on Sunday, Dan tries to tell Phil he should head home, but Phil, who is slipping Season One of Buffy the Vampire Slayer into his DVD player, won’t hear of it.

“Just stay for one episode,” he pleads, pouting. Dan instantly relents, of course.

One episode becomes two, which becomes three, and a half… When he wakes up on Monday morning, he’s still on Phil’s sofa, but this time his head rests on Phil’s shoulder.

It’s torturous, to wake up next to Phil Lester - who never did bother to put on a shirt - and not be able to do anything but move swiftly away from him. To avoid the temptation of pressing himself against all those miles of perfection, Dan picks himself up, leaving Phil to sleep on, and jumps in his shower. Then, he goes to make pancakes, telling himself that he’s simply returning the favour.

As he flips each one, he stares, teeth clenched, into the sizzling batter, imagining Phil is the scalding hot surface of the pan, and he is the pancake, slowly cooking himself one side after another, willingly lowering his fragile batter to Phil’s torturous yet irresistible touch.

To be friends with Phil is depraved. It’s self-torture, whichever way Dan looks at it. He’d like to pretend he’s no longer obsessed, now that they’ve spent time together, now that he knows Phil as a person, and not just a distant star. But it’s not true.

‘Never meet your heroes’, Dan’s grandmother used to say from time to time. She would warn him that they’d never live up to the fantasy version Dan would construct in his mind. ‘People are always just people in the end’, she’d once said.

But she was wrong.

Every single thing Dan learns about Phil makes him more fascinating, not the other way around. Once, a year or so ago, Dan had stumbled upon the AmazingPhil account, and spent several hours scrolling through each photo, only to conclude that Phil Lester was the most beautiful person alive.

Then, in the subsequent months, Dan had seen his videos, and heard him talk to his audience about his clumsiness and his fondness for fluffy animals. He’d heard Phil sing off-key anime intros, and sip bright cocktails with a glint in his ice blue eyes.

And now, knowing Phil in person, Dan has only discovered more of the same wild, colourful vivacity in the man. It’s like ‘AmazingPhil’ is only a slice of him, a hint at the layers and layers of crazy, happy, hilarious, sweetness that make him up.

It’s so unfair, Dan can’t help thinking. If meeting Phil IRL had been a disappointment, this would all have been so much easier to handle. He might have been able to stop being so madly obsessed with the guy if he’d turned out to be vapid and ordinary - like Charlie comes across, for example. But Phil’s not like that, and Dan should have known that he wouldn’t be. He should’ve said no the first time Phil asked him round, or left when Phil asked him to stay. Because every moment, every second he spends in Phil’s presence only makes it worse.

He’s fucked, royally. Phil won’t want him back. He won’t consider Dan as anything other than a friend. He’s got Charlie, for a start. Successful, beautiful Charlie.

And even if he didn’t, there’s no way his next choice would be a socially-awkward bartender who humiliates himself publicly after a few tequila shots.

Dan sighs, switching off the stove, and shovels the pancakes onto two plates.

Phil’s smile is rose pink and glittering as Dan brings him a plate of syrup-drenched pancakes. He gazes at them with wonderment, as if he just watched Dan conjure them out of thin air, as if Dan didn’t just break into all of Phil’s food cupboards, use his stove without asking, and make a huge batter-y mess of his pristine kitchen.

“Oh,” Phil says, swallowing his last bite. They’re watching Buffy, kind of, but mostly chatting. “I forgot, I wanted to ask you something.”

Vaguely, Dan remembers Phil telling him this a few days ago, back on the beach. He’d gotten distracted and never found out what it was. Intrigued, Dan turns to him.

“Yeah?”

“So,” Phil begins, eyes dropping to his plate as he sweeps a fingertip through a puddle of syrup. He looks… vaguely embarrassed. Dan is even more intrigued. “I was wondering what you’re doing at the weekend.”

Dan’s heart stops.

He shakes any ridiculous thoughts of potential dates from his mind before they can properly form, irritated by his own stupidity. In what world would Phil Lester ask him on an actual date? He has a boyfriend. And he’s famous. The absurdity is actually laughable.

“Just working, as usual,” Dan says, twirling his fork against his own plate. “But only Saturday evening, obviously.”

Phil nods, sipping the tea Dan made him to go with his pancakes. “Cool.”

Dan waits for Phil to continue, confused. There’s definitely a dusting of pink along his cheekbones. It makes him look even more angelic than usual.

“...Why?”

Phil gnaws his lip, looking at Dan. “You can totally say no,” he says quickly, putting his plate down on the coffee table. “There’s no pressure, I just thought, maybe…”

It’s sweet, really, that Phil thinks there’s anything he could ask of Dan that he’d actually be able to refuse.

“What is it?”

“I’m going to the Maldives for a few days for a shoot,” Phil says, sounding way less happy about this than Dan is sure he would be were the situations reversed. “I leave on Friday. I was just gonna ask if maybe you’d want to… stay here?” The request hangs in the air, a tempting, plump fruit dangling above Dan’s head, ready for plucking. “Like, while I’m away. I wanted to have someone around to water the plants and get the mail and stuff. You don’t have to, obviously, but I just thought as it’s close to the bar, and I trust you, and I don’t really know anyone else here-”

“Phil,” Dan interrupts, realising that Phil is rambling from nerves. He tries not to let the smile he gives splinter with stupid disappointment, born of the idiotic hope he’d tried not to feel. “I’d love to help you out. It’s not like it’s a chore to stay in your enormous, sea-view apartment.”

A relieved grin spreads over Phil’s face, and his shoulders sag of tension. “Really? You’re the best, Dan.”

He reaches over and grabs Dan’s hand, lacing his fingers through it and squeezing them. Dan’s heart squeezes too, as if Phil had wrapped his syrup-sticky fist around that, as well. He looks down at their intertwined fingers, aching; does Phil have any idea that this one, simple action is going to play on a loop in Dan’s head every night for weeks?

“And you don’t have to stay on the sofa while I’m not here,” Phil starts to say, drawing his hand away before Dan can even get used to the feeling. His breath catches in his lungs as the touch of him slips away. “You can just take the bed.”

“Oh, right,” Dan says, his mind not catching up for a moment. Once he realises what Phil just said, he reddens, stammering, “oh, wait, no, I don’t know if- the sofa’s really comfy I don’t need-”

“Seriously!” Phil insists. “It’s totally fine. I won’t be using it, after all. Just… maybe don’t bring anybody back to share it with you.”

Dan snorts at the ludicrousness. “As if.”

“Hey, I’ve seen the way people look at you when you’re working,” Phil says, his tone serious, his face joking. “You could pull anyone in that place if you tried.”

“Says you,” Dan mutters, but he feels a warm, pulsating orb of happiness deep in his chest.

“Anyway, so I’ll give you more details later in the week,” Phil tells him, bright and happy again, all traces of the pink on his cheeks having evaporated. “Stuff like the code to the front door, and the names of my houseplants, and how to work the TV and stuff. But seriously, you’re a lifesaver, Dan.”

Winston, Susan, Katie, and Totoro, Dan thinks privately. Those are the houseplants’ names. If Phil wants, Dan could provide him with the names of all his family members too. Or the breed of dog he’s considering adopting one day.

“It’s really not a big deal,” Dan says before he does anything as stupid as revealing his ‘Phil Trash Number One’ status. He’s already thinking about how wonderful it will be to just walk up the road to Phil’s building after his long Saturday night shift, and fall into a comfortable King Sized bed. “Happy to do it.”

The next thing Dan knows, he’s being wrapped in two, ridiculously thick, big arms, and tackled to the cushions at his back. As he struggles to get free of Phil’s hold, Dan wonders whether his life is, at present, a dream or a nightmare.

Dan just about has enough time after leaving Phil’s to catch a bus to his place, change into some different clothes, then get the bus back to the bar. He’s ten minutes late, technically, but Tyler’s no better, so he gets away with it.

Technically speaking, Tyler is his boss, as he’s the bar manager, but they both know that they’re really a team. Dodie and Lara are the newbie staff, and they don’t see a difference in authority between Dan and Tyler. Most importantly, the jobs get done, and the money is made and counted up at the end of the night. Tyler and Dan have been doing this for years, so it’s rare that anything goes wrong. Sure, they bicker about who has to mop up the vomit, and who has to change the barrels, but most of the time they work well together, and get along.

As Tyler swans in to the bar this afternoon, Dan can tell that something is off with him. “Hey,” he calls out as he dusts the liquor bottles behind the bar.

Tyler doesn’t respond, he just stalks across to the staff room. He doesn’t even bother to go inside, he just opens the door, throws his coat and bag in there, and slams it shut behind him.

“All men are fucking dickshits!”

Dan raises his eyebrows. “Uh, not sure that’s the message we’re striving to convey at Habenero’s.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Tyler hisses, rolling up his silken shirt sleeves. The action is telling; Ty would never usually crease his designer shirt in such a way. “The gay community is toxic. I hate this bar, I hate Brighton, I hate my life.”

“Who's the poor lad you’re trying to hook your claws into this time?” Dan asks; it’s immediately evident that this is the wrong thing to say.

“Dan, do not project your lame little pining love drama with a D-List celebrity onto me just because you’re too dumb to see what’s actually going on.”

For a moment, Dan is thrown, not sure what to make of Tyler’s jibe. He’d expected Tyler to just tell him to piss off, but this seems oddly specific. He glances across at Dodie, who is watching Tyler with wide eyes, halfway through setting up the DJ booth.

If Dan didn’t know better, he’d think she was trying to send him a warning glance.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dan asks.

Dodie casts her worried gaze at Dan, then quickly turns away. He watches her suspiciously, then turns to Tyler again. He’s messing around in the cupboard where they keep the stereo controls, hooking up his phone to the dock and skipping through various songs as they burst from the speakers overhead.

Dan steps down from the stool on which he’s standing, throws his cloth to the bar, and stalks over to where Tyler is.

He jabs Tyler in the shoulder. “Ty. What are you trying to say?”

Tyler whirls to face him, cheeks red. “Look, Dan, you have to wake up. You’re being taken advantage of.”

“What?”

Tyler sighs, eyes fluttering closed. “I was hoping you’d figure this out for yourself, honestly. I mean, it’s painfully obvious to everyone except you.”

“Nice to know I’m apparently the gossip of the bar at the moment,” Dan says, feeling his blood start to boil.

“Well what do you expect?” Tyler asks, rolling his eyes. “This is a gay club. All we do is bitch, you know that. And when one of the bartenders of the biggest gay club in Brighton starts hanging out with a fucking gay Instagram icon, we’re hardly going to be discussing the latest episode of RuPaul.”

“Right,” Dan huffs, getting even more annoyed now. “So what is it, then? What am I so apparently blind to?”

Tyler opens his mouth, but seems to catch himself before speaking. His eyes soften, regarding Dan in front of him, and he sighs. His shoulders slacken, and his fists unclench.

“Dan…” his voice has a pitying quality to it that sets Dan’s teeth on edge. “He’s stringing you along.”

“Who, Phil?” Dan asks, bewildered. “What do you mean? It’s not like that-”

“Yeah, it’s not like that,” Tyler interrupts, rolling his eyes like he’s heard it all before. “But he’s in here three times a week to keep you hoping that one day it might be.”

Dan snorts. “I’m not delusional, Ty. Okay yeah, I have a crush on him, but I don’t actually think he’s interested. Besides, weren’t you the one who told me I should be holding out hope?”

“At first I thought you should!” Ty exclaims. “I thought he liked you, that maybe he was playing a hard-to-get game or something. But it just keeps going on and on. Why isn’t he doing anything about it if he fancies you? You’re obviously into him, and he knows that. What’s the point in fucking you around?”

“I’m out of his league,” Dan says, because to him, this is obvious. Charlie had even said as much to him, not long ago. “He’d never go for someone like me.”

“That’s complete bullshit.” Tyler jabs a finger at him. “If you like someone, you like them. It doesn’t matter about their job, or how much money they have, or their age-”

Tyler breaks off, flushing. Dan’s brow furrows - their age? He and Phil are only four years apart in age. That’s honestly never seemed to matter in the slightest, to either one of them. What’s Tyler on about?

“Anyway, the point is,” Tyler presses on, the words falling from his mouth in a tumble. “Even if he does have a bit of a soft spot for you, he’s being a dick about it. He’s flirting non-stop, putting ideas in your mind. He invites you over to sleep on his couch for fuck’s sake. Would you do that to someone you knew had a big fat crush on you?”

The image from Phil’s Instagram Story bullets into his brain, suddenly. Phil’s lips pressed to his cheek. The caption ‘#PHAN’. When Dan had first seen it, it had sent shivers up his spine, it had made him glow with happiness. Now, it seems cruel. What could Phil’s reason have been to post it, especially if one factors Charlie into the equation.

“He’s using you,” Tyler says quietly. “It’s the same thing he does with that brainless pretty-boy dick he comes here with. Posting photos of them together, titillating his fans with an are-they-aren’t-they romance, riling them up to get more likes.”

“We’re friends,” Dan says, though he doesn’t manage to convince even himself.

“Maybe,” Tyler says. “But he knows you like him, and he’s still stringing you along, even though he arguably has a boyfriend. He’s just gonna keep you on edge, primed for the moment he turns round and ‘sees’ you for the first time, ‘She’s All That’-style. But it won’t happen, Dan. You need to see that it won’t happen, and that if you keep hanging out with him like this, staying at his house, letting him kiss you for his profile photos, buying you drinks… you’re just gonna be miserable.”

The words have left Dan’s mouth, indefinitely. His mind swirls with the lights across the floor and walls, dizzying. Tyler’s words reverberate around his mind, crashing into the walls of the secret, tiny shrine of hope he’d built, until they one by one crumble to dust on the floor.

He’s using you.

Crash.

You’re gonna be miserable.

Crash.

He’s stringing you along.

Crash, crash, crash

For some reason, there’s a stinging sensation in Dan’s eyes. He takes a step backwards, away from Tyler. “I… yeah. Cool. I have to go change the barrels.”

“I changed them after we closed on Saturday,” Tyler says, confused. Dan ignores him, heading for the cellar in a slow, dazed movement. “Dan, wait, I’m sorry. I’m pissed off, I shouldn’t have said any of that. You know what I’m like when I’m moody, don’t be upset. Phil’s a nice guy! I like him, I’m just concerned- Dan! Please?”

Vaguely, as he closes the cellar door behind himself, Dan hears Tyler cursing under his breath. In the cold, damp darkness of the cellar, Dan slides down the closed door, not caring that as his bum touches the concrete, the rivulets of beer escaping from the barrels soak into his jeans.

He feels so stupid. Everyone could see how ridiculous he was being, this whole time. Even Phil must have seen how desperately, how pathetically Dan pines for him. Tyler’s right, why else would Phil stick around him? Dan being a superfan is easy to manipulate into something that will get Phil a bigger audience. If Phil plays along, the fans will grab at it, will see Dan as an exciting new contender for Phil’s love interest. Perhaps they’ll turn it into some crazy three-way love triangle between him and Charlie, kind of like in Dan's warped sex dream.

He swallows down a lump in his throat, too angry at himself to cry. He’s a pawn in a professional fame-game he doesn’t know the rules for, unwittingly being used as a plot device in the AmazingPhil reality show. He digs his phone out of his pocket, and checks his Instagram profile.

Followers 123,455

The number glides over his skin, meaningless. “Welcome to the world of fake fame,” Dan mutters to himself, then forces himself to stand. He switches off his phone, grimacing.

No time to deal with any of this now, anyway. Over the next eight hours, Dan has to suspend his own drama-filled life, in favour of the hundreds of other gays, with their own squabbles and heartbreaks and drunk mistaken hookups.

He can deal with this alone, later, back in his bed across the city, far away from the bar, and the roaring sea, and Phil.

(Part 7!)

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traciedemars · 6 years ago

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Home Inspections & Seller Disclosures (part one) Home Buyer/Seller Education... free & non-promotional

Upcoming Free (& non-promotional) Home Buyer Classes: Saturday, October 20th, from 11am-2pm (ish) Vancouver YMCA, conference room 11324 NE 51st Circle, Vancouver WA (corner of SR500 & Gher Road/112th Ave) Monday, October 22nd , from 5pm-8pm (ish) Marshall Community Center, conference room 1009 E. McLoughlin Blvd, Vancouver WA (kitty corner from Clark College) Saturday, November 3rd, from 9am-12pm (ish) Marshall Community Center, conference room 1009 E. McLoughlin Blvd, Vancouver WA (kitty corner from Clark College) If these class dates and/or times don't work for you, please let us know. We understand that you have lives, and families, and work. We will work something out that works better with your schedule. Just let us know.... ....we also have home seller classes available too...link on left on website Remember...with reservation...we will throw in lunch, or dinner! :-D ~~~~~~~~~Happy ...Sunday night I love Sundays... I really do, and especially a drizzly and gray one. Granted I'm only doing laundry and cleaning house, but still ... a gray and drizzly Sunday calls out for pj's all day, my comfy couch, a cozy blanket, and football on the TV. It's a glorious day I tell you... glorious. I even took a short nap! When the day is gray and drizzly, I don't feel guilty for a 'down' day. :-) We do have an exciting event coming up though.... Winter Client Appreciation! Saturday, November 17th, from 3pm-6pm, Chris Berg & I are thrilled to be hosting the NEW, 'Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them' movie!! You know the drill... let me, or Chris Berg ([email protected]) know how many adults & kids tickets you need.... and yes, there are some 21+ tickets available as well. Limit of 6 tickets please unless you have talked to me or Chris Berg about it first. We are excited to see you soon!! :-) ...and Thank YOU.. Thank you for your referrals! Thank you for recommending us, or the classes to those you know (and on Facebook too), and THANK YOU for letting us to be part of your home adventures. We appreciate you so much So this week I do want to talk about something that has come up a couple of times recently... Inspections, Repairs, and what happens AFTER.. What do I mean about 'after' though? Well, first let's talk about Inspections for just a bit... It is my opinion that you shouldn't waive the home inspection... it doesn't matter if the home is brand new, or a 100 years old, you should ALWAYS have a home inspection done. After mutual acceptance of the offer (where both buyer & seller have agreed to all terms), the home goes into 'pending' status, and this is where your timelines start. In real estate we have a lot of timelines that we need to make sure we are meeting, and the inspection is a BIG one. From mutual acceptance you have 10 CALENDAR days to have the home inspection done, and to request any repairs from the seller. 'Calendar Days' being the key word words here. A few things to remember about the home inspection... the home inspector does need to be licensed in the state of Washington, but he's usually not a contractor. What this means is that if you have something about the home that you have a concern about, we would want to request a licensed contractor to come look at it. If you are buying a used car, you would take that car to a mechanic to take a look at it, right? Is that mechanic going to find everything wrong with the car? Most likely not, but that mechanic can usually tell you pretty quickly if there is anything seriously wrong with vehicle in the short period they're checking it out. As a potential buyer this will help you decide if you want to purchase that vehicle in its current condition, if you want to go back to the seller and re-negotiate, or if you maybe don't want to buy that car at all. This is a lot like a home inspection. You are purchasing a 'used' home ... nothing more, and nothing less. This is not 'Holmes on Homes', and the inspector can't do anything invasive to the home. During the home inspection you are having a 'house mechanic' take a quick look at the home to see what they can find about it that you can use to decide if you want to continue with the purchase of the home with the home in its current condition, if you want to go back to the seller and re-negotiate for some repairs, or if you want to back out of the purchase of the home inspection. Just like a mechanic though there are good ones out there and some ... well....some not so good. You can always ask your Realtor if they have any inspectors they could refer you to, or ask family/friends. I will give you a list of questions to ask too. Just like a vehicle mechanic though, even with good ones... sometimes they don't catch things. Most inspections are only a couple of hours and again, it's visual. You will find more things as you live in the home... just like you find things once you actually start driving the car regularly. You are going to live in that home differently than the last home owner did...just like you are going to drive the car differently than the last owner did. The goal of BOTH inspections is to hopefully catch anything 'major'...anything that could affect the health and/or safety of the home or the occupants, and anything that could require the assistance of a licensed contractor. During the home inspection there is a very good chance the home inspector IS going to talk with you about things in the home that you should be aware of as a homeowner. Some of these items are going to be things to 'keep an eye on' for future repair, some of these items may just be things you 'need to know'...informational things..., and some of these things may be items that need repair now. YOU should be at the home inspection, and your AGENT should be at the home inspection as well. We can't help you if we aren't there... and we are here to help you. You, and your agent, will talk about the home inspection and what (if any) repair requests you would like to send to the sellers for their consideration. There are going to be things that you will be needing (or wanting) to do as a homeowner when you move in, so what we're looking for at the home inspection is anything that (again) is going to affect the health/safety of the home, or the occupants... or that is going to need to be looked at/repaired by a licensed contractor. After the home inspection (I usually advise my clients to respond with the inspection repairs within 24 hours at the most), you need to decide if you are ok with the home in its current condition and what to continue forward to closing, if you just want to back out of the purchase based on the information from the home inspection, or if you want to request any repairs from the seller. In 99% of the cases, this is what happens.... you have talked to the inspector,you have seen the report, you have talked with your agent and you are ok with some things at the home inspection, but there are some items you want repaired. Your agent then sends that form with the information of those items to the sellers agent to go over with the seller. The seller has 3 days to respond. The seller may come back and say, 'we will do no repairs...buy as-is, or back out', or the seller may say, "we will do all the repairs and we move forward to closing', or the seller (as usually happens) might say, " we will repair items 1, 2, and 4, but not 3, 5, and 6...and we'll do item #7, but changing it to this". The sellers agent will send this information back to your agent, and then You and your agent will discuss your response.... Are you ok with the sellers response? Are you not ok? Do you want to continue forward to closing? Do you want to back out? ...or maybe you want to counter their response? See... re-negotiating.... However, if both parties can not come to an agreement then the deal does fall apart and dies. You will get your earnest money back as that is a legal reason to back out (as long as you didn't waive your home inspection), but you will lose the money you paid to the home inspector for the inspection. One thing you want to talk about with your agent before the home inspection is the sellers disclosures. The sellers disclosures are a 6 page form where the sellers are 'supposed' to disclose everything they know about the home during their home ownership. Again... key words.. 'during their home ownership'. The sellers are supposed to disclose anything that has happened, and been repaired, and/or anything that they are aware of... during their ownership of the home. If it is, or was, something that was prior to their ownership? Well... should they disclose? Yes...if they are aware of it, but one thing to remember is that most sellers do not really know anything about their home. The sellers disclosures are filled out by the sellers, and their agents can't really help them fill them out. Personally, when I am listing a home, I explain what the sellers disclosures are, and what the questions mean. Many sellers disclosures are just randomly filled out by the sellers who have no idea what they are doing. So look at the sellers disclosures, ask questions about it. Your buyers agent can ask the sellers for more information on anything, and as always, you can ask the home inspector to take a look at anything that you have concerns about. Sellers disclosures are difficult because sometimes... a lot of times actually... they are not filled out correctly. I have had to send them back to the sellers agents a couple of times requesting they be filled out correctly, and/or asking for more information from the sellers. This is frustrating for the sellers, and for the buyers...and yes, for me as well. As with ALL legal forms, and yes, Realtor forms used when buying and/or selling a home, ARE legal forms... don't fill out, or sign anything without being certain what you are signing. Ask questions....ASK for clarification...ASK, ASK, ASK... Your Realtor is here to help you. I am going to talk about sellers disclosures more next week because we have had some issues with them recently after closing.... So, home inspectors and home inspections... remember that this wet and rainy weather is a GREAT time for home inspections! We get a lot of rain here so this weather is the best time to see if there are any water/moisture issues in, or UNDER the home. When hiring a home inspector some good questions to ask them are:How long have you been licensed? Licensing for home inspectors in the State of Washington has only has only been required since September of 2009. Many inspectors were in business, unlicensed, before that. Some inspectors took the initiative and were licensed way before that. Your inspector should be bonded, insured, and carry E&O (errors and omissions) insurance. How long will the inspection take? How much is it? The average home inspection should take about 2-3 hours. The average cost is about $400-$450...now to be honest, you can get an inspection for cheaper, but sometimes you get what you pay for. Make sure your inspector is inspecting what is important to you. Remember, as a buyer, the inspector works for you...not the buyers agent, the sellers agent, or the sellers. YOU, the buyer, are hiring this contractor to perform a service for you. Ask the inspector what their inspection entails, and what is included...or not. What does your home inspection entail? What will you do? A home inspector should be walking and checking the roof. A roof must have 2+ year certificate for state or government grants/loans, VA loans, and FHA loans. A home inspector should be walking around the exterior and checking the siding, and looking at the housing vents for broken/missing screens. The home inspector will also be looking at vegetation around the home, and look at the water meter on the curb for current activity.Inside the home, the inspector will crawl the crawlspace looking for leaks, groundwater, evidence or signs of current, or past animal activity, etc. The inspector should also be checking the atticspace for signs of current or past leakage and/or mold. The inspector will also be looking at all water faucets and toilets for leakage, drainage, and more. The inspector should also be checking all windows, electrical outlets and the main electric box for safety hazards, vents and heating units, and more. Do you (the inspector) have a water reader? Some inspectors have a water reader that reads moisture 1 inch into a surface, be it wall or floor. These are wonderful for finding such things as leaking wax seals in toilets (very common), moisture in a wall around a window that hasn't had its' weep seals cleaned, moisture in walls or flooring around such places as washer/dryers, fridges, dishwashers, showers, toilets, and bathtubs. What paperwork will be included at this cost? Some inspectors will charge you extra for a FHA Dry Rot and Pest Report, or for a print out of your inspection. You will need a FHA Dry Rot Pest Report for the state loans, VA loans, and FHA loans. Make sure your cost includes a copy of this. Also, ask how the inspector will get you a copy of your inspection, in what form will it come to you, and how soon can you expect it. The average cost for a home inspection is around $400, but the cost can vary with the size of the home you are purchasing. Some other inspections that you might want to consider is a sewer scope. This is where a plumber comes out and puts a camera down the sewer/septic lines to make sure they are clear of obstructions. It is an additional cost of usually about $150. If the home is on septic, request a septic report/inspection that is one year or less of age. Another inspection you may want to consider (especially in a home with a basement, or any part of the home under ground like a split level, or daylight basement) is a radon test. Many people ask me why there aren't more homes with basements....and there are 2 reasons why that is.... water/moisture and radon. Most of Clark County has a high water table ...not like New Orleans or anything... but we do have a lot of moisture in the ground and clay....which holds water. There are many areas of Clark County where homes will have sump pumps, or extra drainage in the crawlspace to help with this, but if a home has a basement, or some form of it...that is an area you want the inspector to be checking out. Then there is Radon... radon is a gas that comes from the ground that can make people very sick. Some areas have high levels of radon and some areas...not so much. I have a client buying a home right now with a very high level of radon read in the daylight basement. There are contractors who come out for radon remediation, and they are having that done. Lots of information this week... sorry! Part 2 of this will be coming next week or so. :-) Information is power, and as always...May the odds be ever in your favor out there.... If you are looking for a real estate agent, I would love to be able to help you. If you have any questions, or comments please get a hold of me anytime. You can call, text, email, or even facebook me. Please remember that while I mean these emails/blogs to be helpful, and educational, I am still hoping that you will call, or email me as I would be honored to help you with your home buying, or home selling adventure. As always....this is just a quick overview.... again...and I can't say this enough...please remember that your agent is NOT a salesperson, and should not be acting like one. Real Estate is not really about houses, it is about relationships. Your agent, and your lender work for YOU. You drive the bus...we are merely GPS to help you get to your goals. Like the classes, this weekly blog email is to help you with your home adventure. The goal is to be informative and non-promotional. :-) We are, however, hoping you will call and want us to help with your adventure. Thank you again for your business and your referrals!! ...and thank you for referring these classes to your friends, family, and co-workers. ....disclaimer...if you have already purchased a home, or would no longer like to receive these emails, please let me know and I will be happy to remove you from any further mailings... Upcoming Topics: What happens AFTER the home inspection? Delayed Possession... What is this & what does it mean to you Interest Rates (information from Chris Berg, Pinnacle Mortgage) What do I need to buy a home, Hiring a Realtor...questions to ask, What if I don't have a Down Payment? ..... &....What does an Agent do for me? Debt to Income Ratios....What is this? Last Week: Pre-Approvals... what, why...and getting one Have a great day, and I will talk to you soon, ;-D Tracie DeMars Real Estate broker Re/Max - Van Mall 360/ 903-3504 cell 360/ 882-3600 fax www.traciedemars.com [email protected] “Interested in free and non promotional home education classes? Go to www.freehomebuyerclasses.com for local upcoming home buyer and home SELLER classes, or facebook: Tracie DeMars Real Estate for my home buyer education blog.” "Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be." - Shel Silverstein, American poet, cartoonist and composer, (1930 - 1999).

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nocornersuns · 4 years ago

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Ever-so-helpful Art on a Cart tips and tricks!

This year, like many art teachers across the land, I've been displaced due to Covid restrictions. Once again I am forced to manage a days worth of art making onto four wheels.

Oh man, teaching art on a cart sucks. I've written about that before, but I never really explored the actual tangibility and organization that goes into actually teaching on a cart here on the blog. Here are my helpful tips and tricks from unfortunately many years of experience.

Things on my cart at all the time during Covid restrictions:

Pencils (if they need one I let them keep it)

Sharpies with two containers. They return them to the “used” container when they are done. I usually wipe them with a wipe when I need them again.

Tape

White Glue (This is mostly for my demonstrations since I hate glue sticks)

Glue sticks ( I have a million. I keep a box on the cart and if a kid doesn’t have glue I just let them keep it)

Scissors (I have adult scissors and an assortment of random kid scissors. Again, I have a million, so depending on the kid, I just let them keep them. So many times this year students will tell me they do not have glue and scissors. This is rarely the case. Usually their desks, backpacks, coats, and crates strapped to their desks are so full and such a mess that they don't want to look for them. My response lately is, "I guess you just have to sit there then" and miraculously they find them.

wipes/paper towels/Kleenex

Magnets

A few crayon boxes. (These are my plastic boxes of random crayons. This time of year they are missing a lot of colors. I will just give them the crayon to keep if they need it.)

Sorted Oil Pastels with two containers - like if we are using white, I pass them out then have them return them to a “used” bin to quarantine for a few days

A box of “Free Draw” paper. My kids have sketchbooks but since they have been with them all year in the classroom, they are mostly all filled up. I keep the shoebox of paper for early finishers.

Regular 80lb paper and some construction paper for projects. (I try to bring what I need, but in case of emergency’s I have extra on the cart.

Your computer, class rosters, water bottle. These need a place on your cart, even though they probably go with you. I got a water bottle with a pop up straw so I can just tuck it under my mask to drink!

I set up two carts at the school I'll be teaching at in April. One for upstairs, one for downstairs. Both of these carts are pretty small and not ideal, but we are hoping the situation is temporary!

Things in my apron

Over the summer I sewed an apron. I edited the template a little and made big giant pockets. It's been great, and now I realized I need another one for my other school beginning there art cart life... but I don't want to give up an entire day sewing another one. So, I got this one off Amazon.

Pencil

Notepad (for writing notes to teachers about stinkers, or more commonly writing words on if a kid needs to spell something 😂)

Bandaids

Sharpie

Hand sanitizer/hand lotion

White board marker ( I usually erase with a paper towel)

Magnets

Big rubber eraser.

Usually a pair of kid scissors too for easy access

Keys or ID.

My phone - my schedule is crazy. I literally set recurring alarms for every class for when it is clean-up time. Which, isn’t fun on a Monday when we don’t have school… But, it helps a lot. The kids know that means it is clean-up time and hopefully that gets me able to move to my next class in a timely fashion. Although, it’s impossible to end one class at 11am, when the next one starts at 11am. Especially when teachers are super slow coming back to the room.

Not to be a downer, because who knows how long this situation will last, but lots of people will try to convince you that art on a cart is fine. It's not. Delicately complain that your students are not getting a quality art program as often as you can.

Yes, kids can do amazing things while you are teaching off of a cart. No, you shouldn't just sacrifice your skills and decide the projects are going to be crap all year. However; you are going to make yourself crazy trying to do the same things you once did in your classroom off of a cart. You will be disappointed and frustrated.

Then you will get used to it. Don't forget though, this is not how it should be.

More tips:

I still have access to my art room - which is great! I do all my planning in there, eat my lunch, and use it as my home base throughout the day. I have taught on a cart where I didn't have a "home base". I would shove my coat and purse in a storage closet or weird filing cabinet in the hallway. That is definitely not ideal.

I use a plastic 10 x 13" sorting tray for each class to keep all of their project stuff in. I have a little alcove of supplies where I park my cart. If I’m not seeing that particular class, I will leave their bin in the alcove area. I also put some milk crate things there that hold the other supplies we’ve needed more routinely like sorted cups of (like warm and cool colors), boxes of colored pencils (I have enough so they do not have to share). I also have a bin with watercolor stuff that I can pick up and take to a room. It has my wc brushes, paint sets, a roll of paper towels, water cups, and a pitcher since we don’t have sinks in our rooms. This is also a problem when a whole class has dirty hands from pastels. I’ve been using the wipes and have them clean their hands then table with the wipes. If I’m out of baby wipes or Wet Ones - I have given them the Clorox wipes and said they were for “Fingertips” and tables since they aren’t supposed to be used to wash up skin.

If you do decide to water color paint - my best solution so far has been to pass everything out then walk around with the water pitcher to fill cups - like a waitress filling up drinks. When they are done I have them “carry their painting like a pizza” and put it on the dry rack I have in the hall. It is a small stand alone rack and I have it centrally located in the hallway outside the younger kids’ rooms. I let the big kids just walk to it when they are done. Then I can clean up their stuff. I dump all the dirty water back into the pitcher and stack the cups etc. None of my classrooms have a sink.

Passing out other supplies, or letting kids choose things has become pretty much nonexistent. I have spread papers out and try to call them up individually to pick a piece- but they touch everything. They can’t make up their mind, then they want to change it, etc…. With the little kids, if it’s random colors or something- I just past them out randomly. I don’t even let it be known that they have a choice. With the older kids I’ve walked around and made them tell me what they wanted and I gave it to them and tell them they can’t exchange it. For a few construction paper projects I’ve actually divided papers and things into baggies or clipped them, and passed them out like that. Then I know they all have the right sizes/colors.

Another not so flexible thing is if kids have been absent. I have more unfinished projects than usual because I may not have the supplies with me they need and there isn’t extra time for them to finish. My older kids who have had to quarantine have been good about doing their work at home since it’s on their google classroom anyway.

When I taught on a cart before, each classroom teacher had a box in their classroom for all of the projects we had been working on. Like a large flat portfolio box. This was nice because I could also keep resources and things in it and had a little more control with what was going on. I didn’t want to be touching or passing stuff out this year at all so I got the kids these 11 x 17” folders to keep next to their desks. They all have crates strapped to their desks to hold stuff since we are not using lockers. The folder fits good between the crate and desk. At the end of the year they will just take them home with all their stuff inside.

Because the desks are spread out you will probably not be able to wheel the cart into the room and you will probably not have any counter space, and everyone’s technology will be set up differently in every room.

And one last thing...If you haven’t been with the kids too much when they are wearing masks, you might find that you do not know who is talking to you- like ever. I still hear a question and look directly at the wrong kid to answer it. 🤷‍♀️

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