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Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part XIII

Featuring a new "cover." / Read previous parts here or read on Ao3

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~3300

Warnings: none, but prepare for some ~angst~

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The overwhelming urge to pee forced Danny out of his own slumber. He rolled over, feeling the dead weight of Sam unmoving as his own body weight shifted the bed, the pillows, and tried to shut his eyes tighter against his own body’s needs. But a grating, angry headache also prompted him to get up and hunt for some Advil or something in addition to relieving himself, so after a few more seconds of trying to fight it, he groaned and pulled himself out of Sam’s bed. 

Through slightly bleary eyes, Danny looked at his boyfriend still sleeping hard, sprawled out with most of his upper body free of any sheet or comforter, then at the shimmering morning light outside. During the springtime, it was often hard for Danny to tell what time it really was just by looking–it could have been nearly noon for all he knew. But looking at his phone as he stumbled to the bathroom revealed it was just a few minutes past ten. In the bathroom, as he searched for and successfully found some Advil and aspirin, he debated going back to bed, leaning into that idea until he opened the door and heard movement downstairs.

Josh? Or Jake? Danny wasn’t sure just from the slight clanging of dishes and the distant whirring of the new espresso machine that the twins had gotten for their birthday from their parents, something Danny had no doubt Sam would be using even more than them. If it was Josh, he felt inclined to go down and talk with him–Josh didn’t seem to have any idea about his vampirism, so he was inherently a bit of a comforting presence even if he did smell sugary sweet and tempting. But if it was Jake, Danny thought, lingering at the top of the stairs, he wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace to deal with another heart-pounding conversation.

Going back to bed was smarter. Sam would want that too, Danny was sure. So he returned to the slightly sweaty but reassuring, comforting bedsheets and Sam’s even more comforting body. Sitting up against the headboard, he ate a couple handfuls of those leftover chips and washed it down with more water before he laid back down, rolling onto his side to look at Sam’s starfished form. Nothing, not even previously throwing up and his current very undignified sleep pose, messy hair and half-smushed face, could make Sam unappealing to Danny. He was beautiful even at his most disheveled; alluring no matter how much his natural scent was masked by smoke, alcohol and sweat. 

Danny moved in closer, laying one leg over Sam’s while he pressed his face into the waves of long dark hair, falling asleep so quickly it wasn’t even like he’d ever been awake to begin with.

Sam awoke in basically the same fashion–with a pounding headache and a dire need to get to the bathroom. He groaned softly as he swung his legs over the bed, pausing for a moment to cradle his throbbing forehead. A quick glance behind himself revealed Danny still asleep, but the bag of chips was on his other side. He must have gotten up at some point. Sam grabbed the bag on his way out of his room, stuffing some in his mouth as he padded down the hall to the bathroom, ignoring the seemingly too-loud conversation between the twins from downstairs. 

Sam definitely had gotten too drunk last night, no question. And it was true that the escalation was primarily instigated by that silly drinking game, but it was also true that Danny hadn’t been there, and that got Sam thinking. Feeling more than thinking, actually, which was sometimes the trouble with him. He had caught a glimpse of Danny and Jake back there on the deck smoking together–again–and, in the moment, gone from angry to hurt to “I don’t give a fuck” in the few seconds it took him to pour himself another shot. By the end of the drinking game, and the end of the night, he’d pretty much forgotten what he’d seen in the backyard. But now, in the light of day, he remembered and he felt that wave of turbulent emotion all over again.

The simplest solution, Sam thought again as he stuffed the empty bag of chips into the little wastebasket, would be to just ask Jake about it. Bring him into the conversation. But how could he do that without outing Danny? If Jake didn’t really know, that would be terrible. 

But when Sam looked out the window as he brushed his teeth, studying the rustling leaves of those trees that lined the backyard, glancing down at the edge of the deck he could see where Danny and Jake kept bonding, he had another feeling. An intuition deep in his gut that he couldn’t ignore. That he wouldn’t ignore. 

Back in his room, Danny was awake, lounging against the headboard and looking at his phone. The smile that grew on his face when he looked at Sam, immediately setting his phone aside and sitting up straighter, sent a jagged crack straight through Sam’s heart. Still, he had to open this door. He had to ask, he had to know, and he was ultimately hoping his gut feeling was completely wrong.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Danny said, crawling forward, then sitting back and taking Sam in his arms. “Are you feeling better today?”

“Yeah. I ate the rest of those chips,” Sam said, his mind quickly zipping into nervousness and fear. He wasn’t normally one to back away from confrontation when it was necessary–sometimes even when it wasn’t necessary–but with Danny, it was hard. Just asking for his vampire boyfriend to be monogamous in a blood-drinking sense had been hard. This was even more so. He didn’t know where to begin; he didn’t know how to not sound accusatory. But if he was wrong, and Jake really didn’t know and Danny hadn’t been lying to him about it, it wouldn’t matter anyway.

It was obvious to Danny that there was something up with Sam–he was just hanging out sort of limply in his arms, not making eye contact. Just as Danny went to ask what exactly was up, Sam squirmed a little and huffed: “Danny, be honest–Jake knows you’re a vampire, right?”

Danny should have known this was coming. Sam was far from being an idiot and he was also more perceptive and intuitive than he let on. It didn’t help that Jake had been waving around that copy of Dracula like he <i>wanted</i> to be found out. 

“Okay…” Danny began, trying to buy himself some time to compose the right words, but he wasn’t sure even if he wasn’t hungover he’d be able to get through this with a shred of eloquence. Or integrity. No, there was no twisting this around, no evading, no saving face–he could see in Sam’s face from the one drawn out word that Danny had very swiftly shot himself in the foot.

His so-called delicious blood boiling, Sam thrashed out of Danny’s arms, flinging his own about wildly as he spoke: “So you’ve been fucking lying to me all this time? You said he didn’t know. What the fuck?”

Danny wished he’d just dealt with it before this. No friendship with anyone else was worth losing his friendship and relationship with Sam. “Sam, I’m sorry–” he said, not sure what he should do with his own body. Given how outrageously pissed Sam looked–his brow and mouth tight, nostrils flared, cheeks red–he decided it was probably best to remain on the bed, though it made him feel small and vulnerable. 

“Like, fine, whatever, he knows,” Sam interrupted. “I hate that but that’s not the issue. It’s you and him being all buddy-buddy and keeping it a secret. You fucking lying to me, Danny. Don’t you know how that looks?”

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry.” It was all Danny could say, but it was the utter truth. He did know and he was sorry and he’d give anything to make Sam realize how much he loved him and how nothing else really mattered. Danny would never even look in Jake’s direction ever again if it meant they could be solid.

Sam closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, planting his back against the wall. “Explain it to me,” he said, opening his eyes but looking down at his feet against the floor. “Explain why the hell you guys just didn’t tell me.” 

Danny sighed, fiddling with the sheets. “Honestly, I thought, like–if Jake only thought I was cool or interesting or whatever because I was a vampire, I didn’t wanna, um, ruin that, I guess.” Sam looked right at him then and Danny felt even more frozen. “I haven’t had friends in a long time. Which I know sounds super pathetic and I know isn’t an excuse, but I didn’t wanna lose making a friend in Jake by spoiling the mystery or the secret.” He sighed again, averting his eyes to study the floorboards himself, and added, “I don’t think any of this makes sense.”

“It makes sense,” Sam replied in a cold voice. “But, wow, I’m so sorry you think me being involved is ruining things for you.”

Danny’s own blood felt as though it suddenly ran as cold as Sam’s voice. “That’s not–shit, Sammy, come on. That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s literally what you said.” Sam stepped forward and shrugged. “More or less.” 

“Baby, just let me–”

“Nah,” Sam interrupted again, and his tone and his distant, dismissive body language made Danny’s heart crack vividly. Refusing to look at the heartbreak he didn’t need to see to know was real, Sam made himself busy by grabbing clean clothes from his dresser. He was going to need a long, long shower after this. “I need time to think.” 

Danny didn’t even need to ask exactly what that meant, though he was tempted to ask if he could at least hug Sam before he left. He didn’t though. He just got dressed in his own dirty clothes silently, skulked out of the bedroom like a dog that had been punished and tried to get down the stairs as quietly as he could. 

“Heading out already?” Josh asked when Danny was at the front door, wishing he was invisible and wishing he was actually friends with the twins so he could talk to them about this. Wishing he was friends with anyone at all, really.

“Yeah,” Danny answered, his voice rough and sad even to his own ears. He tried to give a reassuring smile to the twins who were lazing on the couch in front of the TV, but he didn’t feel it for real. The whole thing must have looked so screwed up. He cleared his throat while he grabbed the doorknob, only looking at Josh–he couldn’t look at Jake right now. “But thanks, uh–thanks for inviting me along to everything. It was a really fun night.”

He stepped out and shut the door behind himself before they could say anything at all. Heart having gone from cracked to shattered in the span of just a couple minutes, it wasn’t just the hangover that had Danny feeling weak as he got into his car. The engine rumbling to life and the A/C blasting on him couldn’t drown out his thoughts or soothe his fragile skin, but there was nothing left to do but go home. 

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Five days of silence left Danny feeling even weaker. Five days of no contact, because he was giving Sam space and that time to think, and so it had become eleven days of no blood. It’d been a really good thing Sam had insisted on him drinking a little extra the last time–without that, he was sure he’d be SOL by now. He kept on resisting though. He had no desire whatsoever to return to feeding from random strangers, and he had all the hope in the world of Sam reaching out to him any minute.

Danny had also been resisting engaging with Jake too much, but Jake had been texting him somewhat frequently. JAke hadn’t said anything explicit about what happened with Sam–with all of them–but of course that’s what it was about. It wasn’t until after work on the fourth day without Sam that he texted Danny something a little more insistent:

If Sam won’t let you see him, at least let me see you. I’m worried

Dejected, lonely and dried out, Danny accepted. Jake came over when the sun was beginning to set, right after Danny had finished his dinner. The food hadn’t satisfied his other hunger, but it was the first time throughout this break from Sam that he’d managed to eat a full meal. He was feeling a bit better after that, he had to admit to himself despite how terrible he still felt as a whole, but when he opened the door to his apartment and Jake looked at him, he was told he “looked like shit.”

Danny chuckled sheepishly. “Oh–I do? Well. Yeah,” was all he said. He hadn’t actually looked in the mirror much the past few days. Each time he did, he wished he couldn’t see his reflection.

“You just look…rough,” Jake clarified, a little more gently this time. “Kind of pale and very tired.” He kicked off his shoes and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes darting around behind Danny at the rest of the apartment that was visible from the doorway. “I know I don’t need to ask if you’re alright.”

“Come on, come in,” Danny said with a sigh, waving Jake forward. “Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got water–obviously. Um…” He trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Root beer. Ginger ale. Actual beer.”

“Actual beer,” Jake answered, lingering in the doorway of the kitchen. “Definitely.”

Danny just grabbed the rest of the six-pack he’d already torn into the night before and led Jake into the living room. His apartment had gone back to feeling more like a prison, an empty cell, than a home with Sam not speaking to him and not being around. Jake being there helped in a way–it instantly felt less empty–but his presence also roused more insecurities. Danny messing around with Sam’s feelings and trying to prioritize his own, of supercharging his stunted desires of a friendship with Jake, had ruined things.

“So how’s it been on your end?” Danny asked, twisting off the top of the beer bottle. “I can only imagine what kind of wrath you had to face.”

“Yeah, uh, it was kind of scary, I must say.” Jake leaned back to take a sip. “I actually wasn’t sure what happened between you two at first. I couldn’t hear much from downstairs and just thought you had a little argument or something, but not related to…this.” He sighed and shook his head. “So I was kind of blindsided when Sam waited for Josh to be out of the house before he confronted me. Head-on. As Sam does.”

“Maybe I should have given you a warning.”

Another shake of his head. “Nah, it’s fine. We did–you know, we did talk things out. But that’s not enough for him, which is fair, you know? He feels like I betrayed him.”

Danny’s throat went dry. “Like we both betrayed him.”

“I got too close. It’s my fault.” Jake took another drink, looking quite dejected himself. “I should have just told him I figured you out but–but I don’t know, man. I was actually a little bit jealous. I mean, who else gets to say they know for a fact vampires are real? Who else gets to say they’ve, y’know, like…been with one?” 

Danny opened his mouth, feeling his face tighten with concern, but he wasn’t sure what to say at first. He’d never interpreted Jake as being flirtatious, only curious. Maybe being naive and oblivious were additional issues. At the risk of shooting himself in the foot again, he asked for succinct clarification: “Jake–are you into me? Attracted to me?”

Jake let out a small huff and looked away, knuckles tightening around the beer bottle he was holding in both hands. “Well, yeah,” he confessed quietly, and Danny felt his heart stop for a moment in shock. “Of course.”

“Oh,” was all Danny said. He wanted to inject some humor into the situation, break this gut wrenchingly awkward tension, but the whole thing really was just awful and felt entirely unsurmountable.

“It’s just a little crush,” Jake said, though Danny wasn’t very reassured. This was another thing to contend with, another thing for Sam to contend with, and the thought of Sam rejecting his own brother hurt Danny’s heart even more than the thought of being rejected himself. 

“Well, yeah, okay,” Danny said softly. “But if I’d known that then–I don’t know, man. I don’t think I would have tried to get so close to you.”

Jake looked at him straight on, eyes wide and harboring just a touch of that Kiszka fire Danny had become so familiar with. “Oh, come on. I’m not trying to be the villain here. I don’t wanna be. Crushes pass–it’s just, well, Jesus, Danny. You’re very crush-worthy even without being a vampire but–god. As soon as I figured that out, yeah, my attraction to you may have become a little more inflamed.” 

“Does Sam know that?”

Jake took a swig before answering, “God no. No.”

“Jake. None of this can ever work if we all can’t be honest,” Danny said with a heavy, defeated sigh. His throat was still dry–he needed water, even more so because the half of a beer he’d had made him uncomfortably lightheaded. No doubt the conversation didn’t help. When he stood up and made the first step toward the kitchen, the slight lightheadedness quickly tunneled into dizziness and he flopped back down to the couch, disoriented and alarmed at his own body’s struggle.

“What the fuck,” Jake said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m thirsty. Or hungry. I really don’t know which word makes more sense,” Danny replied with a weak laugh. He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. “I haven’t, y’know, had my fix in a while. I don’t wanna get it from a stranger. Sam wouldn’t like that either.”

“Danny, you can’t just starve to death.” Jake paused for a moment as Danny opened his eyes and turned his attention to the floor, trying to get as grounded as he could, until the next words: “I’m not a stranger.”

Danny groaned and shut his eyes again, cradling his face in his hands. “Don’t tempt me. I can’t do that. Sam would really never forgive me. Or you either.”

“But you seriously can’t just fucking die, Danny. So there’s three options–Sam takes you back tonight, you go hunt down some unsuspecting meal, or you use me.”

“I want Sam back now. Of course. But if I go to him with the intention to…feed…” Danny trailed off, still needing that water and needing blood more than that. Days ago, Sam would have taken every opportunity for Danny to feast on his flesh and blood. Now, it would be insulting. 

Another pause hanging in the air before Jake asked, “Do you think you could even go out and ‘hunt’ right now anyway?”

Danny shook his head, sinking back against the couch cushion with a deep exhale. “No. Probably not. I barely made it into work today.” 

Jake’s hand came to rest on Danny’s knee. “So let me help.”

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Titanium Tube vs. Titanium Sheet: Key Applications and Advantages with Standard Titanium Co

When strength, durability, and corrosion resistance are top priorities in industrial projects, titanium remains the material of choice. Whether you’re building aerospace components, medical devices, or marine equipment, the versatility of titanium can’t be overstated. Two of the most widely used forms are the Titanium Tube and the Titanium Sheet—each offering unique characteristics tailored for different applications.

In this guide, Standard Titanium Co explores the core differences, uses, and benefits of these two formats and how to choose the best one for your specific needs.

What is a Titanium Tube?

A Titanium Tube is a hollow cylindrical structure made from either pure titanium or titanium alloys. Its structure provides superior strength while minimizing weight, making it ideal for applications where fluid flow or internal support is necessary.

Common Uses:

Aerospace fuel and hydraulic lines

Marine piping and offshore applications

Medical implants and surgical equipment

Industrial heat exchangers

Sports equipment (bike frames, golf clubs)

Benefits of Titanium Tube:

High strength-to-weight ratio

Corrosion resistance, especially in marine and chemical environments

Biocompatibility (safe for medical uses)

Long service life with minimal maintenance

Can withstand extreme temperatures and pressures

At Standard Titanium Co, all titanium tubes are manufactured to meet international standards such as ASTM B338 and B861, ensuring quality and consistency.

What is a Titanium Sheet?

A Titanium Sheet is a flat-rolled form of titanium available in a variety of grades and thicknesses. It is preferred for surface applications, enclosures, or when structural support is needed in flat formats.

Common Uses:

Aerospace skin panels and firewalls

Architectural applications

Shipbuilding and marine decking

Military armor and defense hardware

Medical equipment enclosures

Benefits of Titanium Sheet:

Excellent formability and machinability

Corrosion-resistant, even in highly acidic or salty environments

Provides structural strength while remaining lightweight

Offers aesthetic appeal for architecture and consumer products

Can be welded, shaped, and cut with precision

Standard Titanium Co offers sheets in multiple grades including Grade 2 (commercially pure) and Grade 5 (Ti-6Al-4V) to suit various strength and flexibility needs.

Titanium Grades Available at Standard Titanium Co

Understanding titanium grades is critical for selecting the right product.

Grade 2 Titanium:

Commercially pure

Great for corrosion resistance and weldability

Ideal for chemical processing, marine, and architectural projects

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Titanium alloy with aluminum and vanadium

Offers higher strength and heat resistance

Preferred in aerospace, medical, and high-performance applications

Whether you need a Titanium Tube for pressure-bearing environments or a Titanium Sheet for structural use, Standard Titanium Co provides custom solutions in both grades.

Weight  Lightweight with internal strength           Lightweight with flat coverage

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Why Choose Standard Titanium Co?

With a global reputation for excellence and decades of experience, Standard Titanium Co is your trusted partner for high-performance titanium products.

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The Role of Roll Forming Machines in the Construction Industry

In the modern construction industry, efficiency, precision, and cost-effectiveness are critical factors in manufacturing high-quality building materials. One of the most advanced solutions for producing metal components with consistency and accuracy is the roll forming machine. Whether for roofing sheets, wall panels, or structural components, roll forming technology has revolutionized the construction business by offering an efficient and economical way to shape metal.

What is a Roll Forming Machine?

A roll forming machine is a highly specialized piece of equipment used to bend and shape metal sheets or strips into desired profiles. It operates through a series of consecutive rollers, which progressively mold the material into its final shape. Unlike traditional bending or stamping methods, roll forming offers a continuous production process, which enhances speed and uniformity in manufacturing.

Advantages of Roll Forming Machines in Construction

The construction sector benefits significantly from roll forming machines due to their efficiency and precision. Here are some key advantages:

1. High Efficiency & Speed

Roll forming machines enable the continuous production of metal components, reducing downtime and increasing productivity. Unlike traditional manufacturing methods, roll forming allows for high-speed production without compromising quality.

2. Cost-Effective Production

Using roll forming machines minimizes waste material, leading to cost savings in raw materials. Additionally, the automation reduces labor costs and ensures consistent output, which further enhances profitability.

3. High Precision & Consistency

Since roll forming machines are automated, they ensure uniformity and precision in every manufactured component. This consistency is crucial in the construction business, where standardized materials improve structural integrity.

4. Versatility in Design

Roll forming technology accommodates a variety of metal materials, including steel, aluminum, and copper. It can also produce complex shapes and profiles, making it a versatile choice for diverse construction applications.

5. Durability & Strength of Formed Components

Components produced by roll forming machines are known for their structural strength. Since the process does not involve cutting or heating, the integrity of the metal remains intact, making it ideal for long-lasting construction materials.

Applications of Roll Forming Machines in the Construction Business

The construction industry heavily relies on roll forming machine to manufacture essential building materials. Some common applications include:

Roofing Sheets & Wall Panels �� Used for both residential and commercial buildings.

Metal Decking – Provides a durable foundation for concrete structures.

Structural Components – Beams, channels, and framing systems for industrial buildings.

Gutters & Drainage Systems – Essential for water management in construction.

Door & Window Frames – Ensuring precision and strength in building projects.

Choosing the Right Roll Forming Machine Dealer

Investing in a roll forming machine requires careful consideration of various factors. Choosing the right roll forming machine dealer is essential for ensuring high-quality equipment and reliable support. Here are some key aspects to consider:

1. Industry Experience & Reputation

Look for a dealer with a strong track record in supplying roll forming machines. A reputable dealer ensures product quality, technical expertise, and after-sales support.

2. Machine Customization & Technical Specifications

Every construction business has unique requirements. A good dealer should offer customizable machines with specific configurations to meet your needs.

3. After-Sales Support & Maintenance

The reliability of a roll forming machine depends on proper maintenance and timely servicing. Choose a dealer that provides excellent after-sales support, including spare parts and training services.

4. Cost & Financing Options

While cost is an important factor, focus on overall value rather than just the initial investment. Some dealers offer flexible financing options to help businesses acquire high-quality machines without significant upfront costs.

Finding Reliable Roll Forming Machine Suppliers

Partnering with the right roll forming machine suppliers is crucial for ensuring long-term success in the construction business. Here’s how to identify a trusted supplier:

1. Wide Range of Products

A good supplier should offer various types of roll forming machines, from simple manual models to fully automated systems.

2. Compliance with Industry Standards

Ensure that the machines meet international quality standards and safety regulations. Certifications indicate the credibility and reliability of the supplier.

3. Customer Reviews & Testimonials

Check customer feedback to gauge the supplier’s reliability. Positive testimonials indicate a good track record in delivering quality products.

4. Technical Expertise & Training Services

Suppliers that provide training and operational support help businesses maximize the efficiency of their roll forming machines.

JUGMUG RollForming: Your Trusted Partner in Roll Forming Solutions

When it comes to high-quality roll forming machines, JUGMUG RollForming stands out as a leading name in the industry. We specialize in manufacturing and supplying state-of-the-art roll forming machines for the construction sector. Our advanced technology and commitment to excellence make us the preferred choice for businesses looking to optimize production efficiency and enhance product quality.

Why Choose JUGMUG RollForming?

Precision Engineering – Our machines are designed for accuracy and high performance.

Customization Options – Tailored solutions to meet specific construction requirements.

Reliable After-Sales Support – We provide maintenance, spare parts, and training.

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At JUGMUG RollForming, we take pride in delivering roll forming machines that empower construction businesses with cutting-edge technology. Whether you need standard profiles or customized solutions, we are here to help you achieve greater efficiency and productivity.

Conclusion

The use of roll forming machines in the construction business has transformed how metal components are manufactured, ensuring efficiency, accuracy, and cost savings. By choosing the right roll forming machine dealers and suppliers, construction companies can gain a competitive edge and enhance their production capabilities.

If you’re looking for reliable and high-performance roll forming machines, JUGMUG RollForming is your go-to partner. Contact us today to explore our range of advanced roll forming machine and take your construction business to the next level!

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Roof Roll Forming Machine

China Zhongyuan Machinery Manufacturer established in the year 2003 are indulged in manufacturing and exporting Roof Roll Forming Machine. We offer an extensive range of Roll Forming Machine, C/Z Purlin Roll Forming Machine, Cold Sheet Forming Machine,Metal Deck Roll Forming Machine. We supply the best quality products to our clients. in addition to this, we also provide on-time delivery of roll forming machines.

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SOP for Shot Blasting Machine | Ambica Enterprises

Welcome, fellow aficionados of grit and grind, to a deep dive into the gritty world of shot blasting machines, brought to you by none other than Ambica Enterprises. Hold on tight as we unravel the secrets of the Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) for Shot Blasting Machines, paving the way for a seamless dance between steel and abrasive power!

Picture this: a bustling factory floor, sparks flying, and machines roaring. Amidst this symphony of industrial chaos, shot blasting machines stand tall, ready to transform dull surfaces into gleaming masterpieces. Ambica Enterprises, with their expertise etched in steel, unveils the SOP playbook, ensuring every blast counts!

What's the Buzz About SOP?

Before we dive into the nitty-gritty of shot blasting, let's unravel the mystery behind SOP. The SOP, or Standard Operating Procedure, is the gospel that guides every move and groove of these machines. It's like the shot blasting maestro's score sheet, dictating the tempo and ensuring a harmonious performance.

SOP for Shot Blasting Machine: The Unseen Maestro

Prep Rally: Ensuring the Stage is Set!

Safety First: Donning the Armor - Before the first shot is fired, ensuring the machine and operator are decked out in safety gear. Helmets on, folks!

Power Play: Checking the Voltage - No surprises here! Ensuring the machine gets the juice it needs without blowing a fuse.

Loading the Ammo: Abrasive Matters!

Sorting the Arsenal: Different surfaces demand different abrasives. It's like picking the right brush for an artistic masterpiece!

Quantifying the Ammo: Calculating the Right Dose - Too little, and it's a lackluster performance; too much, and it's overkill. Finding the sweet spot!

The Tango Begins: Operating the Machine

Dance of the Controls: Mastering the Console - Maneuvering through the controls like a maestro orchestrating a symphony. Precision is key!

Inspection Waltz: Keeping an Eye - Regularly checking for wear and tear, ensuring the machine doesn't throw a curveball mid-performance.

Post-Performance Cleanup: Curtain Call!

Debriefing: Evaluating the Show - Reflecting on the performance, noting any hiccups, and strategizing for an encore.

Clean Sweep: Tidying Up - Ensuring the workspace is as spotless as the newly blasted surface. Leaving no grit behind! Also check - sand blasting machine

FAQs: Decoding the Shot Blasting Enigma

Q1: What's the SOP Full Form Again?

A: Hold onto your hard hats, folks! SOP stands for Standard Operating Procedure, the sacred text that guides every move in the shot blasting symphony.

Q2: Can I Use Sand as an Abrasive?

A: Ah, the classic question! While sand had its heyday, environmental concerns have led to a more eco-friendly shift. Steel grit or shot are the rockstars today, giving you a cleaner and greener performance.

Q3: How Often Should I Check the Machine?

A: It's like tuning a guitar before every gig! Regular checks are the unsung heroes of a smooth performance. Daily inspections keep the machine in tune, ready to rock and roll!

Q4: Can I Blast Any Surface?

A: Almost, but not quite! Different surfaces demand different abrasives and techniques. It's like using a paint roller on a canvas and a fine brush on a delicate sculpture.

The Ambica Advantage: A Cut Above the Rest

In the vast sea of shot blasting options, Ambica Enterprises emerges as the true virtuoso. Why, you ask? Let's break it down!

Expertise Etched in Steel: With years of experience, Ambica doesn't just sell machines; they curate experiences. Each machine is a testament to their mastery in the art of abrasion.

Innovation Unleashed: Ambica doesn't ride the status quo; they redefine it! Their shot blasting machines are a fusion of cutting-edge technology and time-tested craftsmanship.

Customer-Centric Symphony: Ambica doesn't just sell products; they build relationships. From SOP handbooks to on-call troubleshooters, they ensure you're never out of tune.

Conclusion: Blasting Into the Future

As we bid adieu to this rollercoaster of grit and grind, remember this: the SOP for Shot Blasting Machine - Ambica Enterprises is not just a set of rules; it's a love letter to the art of transformation. With safety as the anthem and precision as the melody, Ambica's shot blasting machines dance into the future, leaving a trail of gleaming surfaces and satisfied customers.

So, whether you're a factory floor maestro or a curious onlooker, embrace the SOP for Shot Blasting Machine | Ambica Enterprises as your guiding star. After all, in the world of shot blasting, it's not just about removing the old; it's about creating something new, something extraordinary!

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Review – Double deck roll forming machines

Review – Double deck roll forming machines

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Global Roll Forming Machine Market By System Type, By End User, By Region, Industry Analysis and Forecast, 2032

The roll forming machines market has experienced significant growth recently, fueled by demand from industries such as automotive, construction, and manufacturing. These machines shape metal sheets or strips into specific forms with high accuracy and repeatability. The market is projected to grow at a value CAGR of 4.3% through 2032, reaching approximately US$416.76 billion, with an expected valuation of US$11 billion by 2022.

The increasing demand for lightweight materials in the automotive sector is a key driver of the roll forming machine market. These machines are used to manufacture automotive components like body panels, bumper beams, and door frames using lightweight materials such as aluminum and high-strength steel. These materials offer advantages such as improved fuel efficiency and reduced emissions, aligning with stricter emission regulations implemented globally.

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The manufacturing industry also utilizes roll forming machines extensively to produce various products, including appliances, furniture, and HVAC components. The expanding demand for these goods, especially in emerging markets like China and India, drives the need for roll forming machines in manufacturing.

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In terms of geographic distribution, the Asia-Pacific region currently holds the largest market share in roll forming machines, followed by Europe and North America. The growth in the Asia-Pacific market is primarily driven by the demand for roll forming machines in the automotive and construction sectors in countries like China and India.

The roll forming machine market is poised for further growth in the future, driven by the increasing demand for lightweight materials in the automotive industry, the need for sustainable construction materials in the construction sector, and the rising demand for manufactured goods in emerging markets. Overall, the roll forming machine market is a dynamic and expanding industry that offers a wide range of products and services, playing a significant role in the global manufacturing landscape.

Roll Forming Machine Market Overview

Roll forming is a type of rolling involving the continuous bending of long strips of sheet metal which are typically coiled steel into any desired cross-section. In roll forming machines the metal strips which are to be formed into desired shapes are passed through sets of rolls mounted on consecutive stands, where each set only performs an incremental part of the bend, till the desired cross-section is obtained.

Roll forming machines are ideal for large quantities, producing constant-profile parts with long lengths. Roll forming machines are available in different sizes, shapes, and material thickness. Roll forming machine achieves variations in size by making the distance between the rolls variable by computerized or manual adjustments which allows rapid changeover.

The portable based roll forming machines has been bringing metal roof manufacturing to the job site making it easy for the requirements. On site roll forming machines eliminates shipping damages many size errors and short shipments and provides freight and packaging savings.

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Global Roll Forming Machine Market: Market players

Some of the market players identified in the global roll forming machine market includes:

Samco Machinery

ENGLERT INC.

Zeman Bauelemente – Mechanical Engineering

Form Process Engineering

Howick Ltd

Metform international Ltd.

GASPARINI S.p.A.

Formtek

Hayes International

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How to get your crush to walk you to the nurse’s office (Highschool AU)

This is part 3, but it can be read alone!

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of a monster schlong, and unedited.

Parts: 1 2

Synopsis: Childe offers Lisa a shady deal to yet again sit next to you. However, all his efforts are in vain after he makes a complete fool out of himself by tripping over literally nothing because of a stupid cold. Maybe getting a cold isn’t so bad if he gets to be escorted to the nurse’s office by none other than yourself.

Note: Pure unedited crack luvs. Can’t wait for Childe rerun tmr I hope I get the ginger and the emo nun! 🥲💖

The eyes on you are suffocating, to say the least, enough for you to consider peeling a layer of your own skin off just to breathe. Every now and then, you get a teasing glance from a classmate, and you're sure you'll be an entire puddle of guts on your desk before home room even gets a chance to begin.

There's no doubt it's Signora that spread the news of your date yesterday as a means to some sick revenge. Knowing this was going to happen, you packed some salt in your backpack to cancel out all her evil. Now all you need is a chance to knuckle ball it in her face.

Fingers crossed, you pray to the archons that Childe didn't slip anything about your...brick slip yesterday. It's a good thing you weren't in a school uniform yesterday because that would've been the end of your high school life right there.

Thinking back to it, you collapse into your open hands. How could you have beaten a bunch up losers up...risking your flawless reputation for a sadistic ginger with an affinity for chaos? And worst of all, why did you care about them shit talking him in the first place?

"You okay dear? Something you want to tell me?" Lisa feigns concern, already knowing why.

With a sigh, you blink an eye open through the gap in your fingers. "Doing just fine."

"Oh it couldn't have been that bad." Her eyes shine in mischief. "I bet Childe was a real gentleman."

"He sure was." Kaeya pipes up from the back, leaning in to show you the image on his phone. It's a picture Childe took of you absolutely oblitering an ice cream cone.

You groan and slump deeper into your chair from embarrassment as Kaeya and Lisa engage in chatter, mostly revolving around your date.

Ignoring them completely, you start to ponder about Childe. Where is he? You were sure he'd be here bright and early to reminisce on your eventful date yesterday, which mostly consisted of a competition of who could win the most stall games at a local festival.

Maybe he'd even tease you about the Monoceros Caeli keychain attached to your phone. The very one he'd won for you, and the reason that started the competition in the first place.

Your cheeks warm when you fidget with said keychain, and you can't tell if the fast pace of your heart is because you're nervous to see him or because of the biology quiz you have second period.

So wrapped up in all these foreign emotions, you fail to notice the shadow that looms over you, a glittery finger guard tapping at your desk.

The student council President, Ningguang, plops down a stack of budget files on your desk during homeroom. She's gives you a light smile, and you know what's coming when you meet her alluring gaze.

"Be a dear Y/N," Ningguang smiles, tight lipped, all pretty with her hair pinned back to crown her face. "Even with all hands on deck, i'm afraid the student council's efforts will not come to ripeness concerning all of this paperwork."

This isn't the first time you've done her a favour by becoming the president's personal accountant, and it definitely isn't going to be the last.

Ningguang is powerful, with wit like no other, and you want to be able to call in a chit when the time comes.

"Of course," You reply with a smile that rivals her own. "I'll have them done by the end of the day."

"Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Y/N." She departs elegantly, probably opting to sit next to Beidou and bicker.

You're halfway on the third sheet for total income, a minute before class starts, when you're interrupted. Childe stumbles through the door quite noisily, a shitstain of a grin plastered on his face that is directed at you.

You sigh and shake your head as he approaches you. Thankfully the seat next to you is occupied by—

Shit! Where's Lisa?

Across the classroom, Lisa gives you a thumbs up with a bar of vending machine chocolate in her hand. You should've known she'd betray you yet again.

Childe slides in smoothly after bumping fists with Kaeya, and he falls short of containing his giddy nature.

"Hi Y/N." There's something weird about him today, because you're sure you haven't seen his cheeks so flushed ever. His eyes land on your phone, which is splayed on the desk, and the keychain widens his grin.

You snatch your phone and hide it in the middles of your thighs, but the damage is already done. The urge to shrink against the wall has never been as strong as it is in this moment.

"Hi." It's a miracle you haven't combusted on the spot. Is it usually this awkward? Everything went so fine yesterday, so why can't you ease into it today?

He takes that as a go ahead and instantly reaches for your hand on the table, but you retract at the speed of light.

"Don't even think about it." You're ready to connect the tip of your trainers to his bleached asshole, nose crinkled at his behaviour.

Kaeya whistles lowly, leaning forward for the HD show that is your life.

Childe's smile is sheepish as he's scratching the back of his head. "So we're not on that stage yet huh? I seriously thought you had a change of heart after you beat up those high schoolers for m—"

You muffle his statement with a hand on his mouth, and send a pointed glare to Kaeya. "You didn't hear shit."

The Captain of the skating team nods innocently, and salutes. "Yes boss."

Returning your gaze to Childe, who looks like he's having the time of his life with your small hand on his mouth, you narrow your eyes. "Stop trying to spread rumours."

He can only hum in reply, but you feel a weird pressure on your palm and—

The smug asshole kisses your palm.

You pull back your hand and wipe at your pants, full of disbelief. "Did you just??? Did you just? Kiss my hand???" Mouth twisted, you have no idea what to think.

Childe's throws his head back, and his laugh rings in your ears. You hate yourself for wavering slightly at the sound before smacking his arm. His laughs turn into coughs, probably because he may have swallowed his saliva down the wrong pipe. Charming.

Where the fuck is Zhongli? It's already been five minutes too long into homeroom.

Rolling your eyes, you opt to continue and scribble down budget numbers and add sums up or whatever you were doing earlier after Childe pipes down, choosing to admire you quietly by leaning his weight on one arm. It's enough to make you squirm, face flushed.

"Can you not?" Clicking your tongue in disapproval, you don't look up as you speak.

"If you give me a kiss, then maybe." Childe's cheeky, ridiculously so, and he points a finger at his cheek.

"I don't negotiate with terrorists." You deadpan, fingers itching to choke something or rather...someone.

Childe pouts, and then his eyes close for a second, almost as if he's exhausted when he gives you a sort of smile. With how he's leaning in so close, you can easily spot the swelling in his eyes and the paleness of his face.

For the first time today, there's no bite in your tone when you ask with a slightly raised brow. "Are you okay Childe?"

"Yeah!" He's quick to answer ecstatically, snapping out of his tired haze by straightening himself up. "Better more than ever now that I've seen you, girlie."

You blush madly, the compliment enough for you to drop your pen on the ground. It rolls over beyond your reach.

"I'll get that." Childe jumps out of his chair and you're unable to stop him as he goes to go fetch your pen like the chivalrous idiot he is. There's a slight pause in his movement, his body taking longer to process the messages his brain is sending.

He recovers from the muddle in his cognition by shaking his head, and casually goes to pick up the pen, then ends the move by falling over backwards in unconsciousness.

"Childe!" You lunge for him, managing to catch him a second prior to his ass hitting the floor with the help of Kaeya, who somehow looks like he's expected this outcome from the very start.

The entire classroom clamps up and turns to look for the root of all the commotion.

"Don't just sit there and watch!" You hiss angrily, waving them off. "Someone get Zhongli!"

Aether doesn't need to be told twice as Venti and him race down the hall together. Venti probably just to use this opportunity of sudden chaos to skip homeroom.

"Looks like a fever." The Captain accesses the situation as a small crowd forms around you two. "There's no way he didn't feel it in the morning."

"The absolute idiot." You groan at his words. "Of course he'd try to have a pissing match with a cold."

"I'm still here you know." Childe slurs, leaning into you for warmth, chest rising and falling softly. "Just a...a little sleepy. Am I dreaming angel?"

You roll your eyes, but don't make any moves to lean away from his touch. "Anyone got a water bottle?" Curling your hands around his shoulder, you shift your gaze towards the crowd.

Somebody passes you an emerald green water bottle with dandelion charms that clink against the hard plastic handle from a nearby desk. It screams stupid, but you don't have time to judge the owner.

Opening it up hastily, you're about to let Childe take a sip until it's snatched away from you at the speed of light.

"Hey what gives!" You call out to Kaeya, who inspects the bottle closely with his one eye. He then nods in affirmation as if his suspicions are confirmed.

"I wouldn't recommend it." Is all he says when he motions for you to take a whiff, which you do so reluctantly, eyes closed.

The scent hits you all it once. It's watered down vodka, except without the watering down. Tears form from the intensity.

"The goddamn bard." You choke out, and it earns you a drained chuckle from the ginger that has his head situated on your forearm.

He has half the mind to nuzzle in further, but the position is convenient enough for you to crush his skull if you wish to do so. So he refrains, albeit reluctantly.

Zhongli manages to make it in less than two minutes, sipping on a cup of steaming tea as he breaks apart the crowd to crouch down. "Is everything alright? I came as soon as I could after I made this tea. I assumed it was just another prank."

Everyone in the room shakes their head incredulously.

"Unfortunately it isn't a prank. Childe fainted briefly." You tell him politely despite the urgency, since you're whipped for all your teachers.

"I didn't faint!" Childe groans, exasperated. "Got a little dizzy s'all."

"Yeah," Kaeya cuts in to summarize the situation. "I'll be happy to take him to the nurses office with Y/N—"

Zhongli clears his throat. "You won't be going anywhere Mr.Alberich. I'm sure you have five overdue assignments in my class. Y/N here can walk him just fine." He then attempts to wink at Childe secretly like the wingman he is, but everyone in the classroom and their grandma notices.

The facepalm you do is not enough to render you brain dead.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh for the nth time today, and it's only eight thirty in the morning. "No worries, Lisa can help—"

"Sorry cutie. I'm manifesting for the biology quiz." Lisa deflects, lighting three candles on her desk unceremoniously with her eyes closed.

You don't understand why no one has confiscated her box of matches yet. This entire school is a law suit waiting to happen.

You succumb to the team effort everyone is trying so hard to display. "I guess I can go." The hall pass is already written, signed, and neatly folded into the chest pocket of your uniform. "How did you even..."

You don't even get a chance to finish before both you and Childe are whisked away to the outside of the classroom, the door shutting behind you with a slam. Your ears perk up at the sound of a lock clicking in place.

"Looks like you're stuck with me." The smug bastard still has the audacity to beam even when he's pale in the face. "Might have to hold my arm. If I fall and crack my skull—that wouldn't look too good on your record." He makes grabby hands, like a toddler.

The smile you give is unnerving, and with the speed of a snail, you manage to loop in your arm with Childe's. "Another word and let's move on to how your hospital record is going to have more than just a cracked skull."

"If you'd nurse me back to health, it'll all be worth it." The quip he sends without a beat lacks its usual goof, but it does manage to get some sort of reaction out of you.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."

—

Childe's busy thumbing at his phone while you pace at the foot of the bed, arms crossed with a frown etched on your features. You hope you don't look too worried, don't want to give him the wrong idea.

"Can we just get this over with?" He wails uncharacteristically from his spot on the white sheeted bed after ruling out everything he wanted to do on his phone. His hair is tousled more than usual, as a by-product of his constant restlessness.

"Shut up." You answer monotonously, arms crossed as you lean against the wall. "Let her finish her tiktok."

Barbara—the daughter of the school nurse, has her phone on the window, lip syncing and dancing to some music on beat as she films a tiktok with the utmost of important.

It's concerning that her father isn't here to tend to your needs, but apparently he's in the middle of a meeting with principle Varka. Said meeting had been going on for the past few months, but this school is devoid of logic anyways so nobody really questions anything.

"I'm literally dying here."

"Archons you're such a baby," Shaking your head, you approach his bed with a newfound annoyance. "Barbara has to create a tiktok at least once every twenty four hours or her fan club goes feral and..."

"Tries to jump off the roof as the ultimate sacrifice to her majesty." Childe sighs, and for the first time you sense his irritation. "Got it."

Just in time, Barbara finishes her cute little dance and comes over to where Childe is laying.

Childe doesn't miss the way your scowl has dissipated, and you give Barbara your undivided attention, hearts in your eyes from all the adoration. He has half the mind to call you out on it, no doubt a little jealous over how the young highschool idol can get you to show more emotion than him.

"I'm so sorry! I started those tiktoks out of mild interest but now I have an obligation to my fans." The younger apologizes profusely, getting to work almost immediately.

"No worries." Childe starts, staying still as the blonde examines him. "I'm sure it's nothing too serious. Y/N here is being dramatic, she probably just wants to spend some alone time with me."

You inhale sharply, turn to Barbara, and ask. "If I jumped out of the window right now from this floor, would it be a quick and easy death?"

The younger girl's eyes widen, and Childe stifles his snort.

"Kidding." You raise your hands up to cease her worries, and then motion towards him. "Common cold?"

"Yes," Barbara moves on and writes down something on a slip. "We'll just keep him here until his parents can pick him up."

"My parents can't pick me up." He asserts in a casual tone. "Don't call them."

"We still have to call them. If they don't come, you're to stay in this bed all day." She hands you the note, which is a viable excuse for all the classes he'll miss today. "Give this to his homeroom teacher. You'd also better get to class, your hall pass is about to expire."

"Hold up." You remark, barely paying attention to the note that you've shoved down your pocket. "I'm not leaving him here alone." There's no room for argument, your decision is firmly stated.

Childe hypes you up in his weakened state, disoriented. "You tell em girlie."

"He won't be alone." Barbara flashes you a reassuring smile. "I'll be monitoring him until his parents get here."

"No, no, you don't understand." You argue, inquiring all the doubts you have. "He's gonna try to pull some shit and I'll have to be here to stop him."

"Ease up babe." Childe tries to calm you down, despite the giddiness in his chest at the realization that you want to take care of him.

His subconscious begs him to let you stay, to let himself be doted and cared for the way he's always wanted you to, but he knows he can't let you skip class. Not when you've worked so hard and come so far. "I'll be okay for a few. You can go back to class and then visit me during break."

You bite your lips, head jumbled with all the different possibilities of how shit can hit the fan. "I can't! What if Signora shows up? She'll poison you in this weakened state to get back at me for trying to exorcise her." The hesitation in your features gives away everything.

Childe's eye twitches at the thought of Signora out of all people getting the best out of him, and also the absolute audacity you have to be calling him weak. Clearly all his efforts towards the little shows of dominance (e.g. Shoving Pallad against a locker, spraying a hefty amount of cologne on, being an asshole in general, etc.) have not bore fruit.

"You tried to exorcise her?" Barbara gasps, momentarily reminding the two of you that she's still present.

"Her evil has no bounds." Your expression is hard to read, dead serious. "I do not regret my attempt at cancelling Satan's hell spawn."

Childe himself has been cancelled hundreds of times over the span of highschool because of all his problematic traits (e.g calling Venti a twink) and it is not a pleasant experience.

Though it does give him a sense of comfort, knowing that arrogant bitch Signora is finally getting what's coming to her, even if she is one of his friends.

Serves her right for trying to Pavlov her stupid Chihuahua into biting the closest human being just by the snap of her manicured finger. As if it's persistent yapping and tendency to run in front of cars isn't enough torture to deal with on a daily basis.

Childe's yanked out of his thoughts rather forcefully at the sound of the door opening abruptly, the handle crashing into the wall, shocking Barbara's attempts to reassure you.

He knows who it is because of his top tier gaydar, dreading what's to come.

Scaramouche is a morose son of a bitch with a mean streak that hasn't been broken since he was an itty bitty shit in the fourth grade.

"I can't believe you let yourself get sick!" The navy haired boy exclaims in disbelief, doubling over with tears, clapping his hands to add on some extra effects. "Natural selection finally decided to stop pussy footing around your primate-looking ass."

You press your lips together. "Isn't he supposed to be your best friend?"

Scaramouche sputters violently, using the wall as leverage to hold himself up. "You told her I'm your best friend? Oh fuck. Oh this is good. What else did you tell her huh? That you have a monster cock?"

"First of all, you make me reconsider my opinion on the death penalty, dickhead."

Barbara is mortified. Childe continues on anyways.

"—and I do have a monster cock. But why are you so interested in my monster cock huh?"

Scaramouche scrunches his face up in disgust, amusement nothing but a distant memory. "You don't have a monster cock you plebe."

Childe has an awfully scandalized expression on his face, but smoothly enough it transitions into an unsettling grin that you're all too familiar with. "You didn't deny not being interested in my monster cock though."

It's your turn to be mortified, shaking your head at the banter that goes on back and forth.

"How did you even know he was in here? We aren't even in the same class."

Scaramouche raises a brow as if you're some sort of toddler that's babbling out a mixture of Cheerios and spit, maybe a few digested strawberries here and there. He waves his phone in front of you, "posted it on his story."

"What the—give me that!" You snatch his phone right up, staring at the screen in bewilderment.

There's a video of you doing trick shots with your tech deck on the ledge of a nearby window with a pressed expression while waiting for Barbara to finish up, captioned with: "In the nurses office rn pray for me 🙏, there's this cute girl in front of me should I ask her out?"

You check the poll and ninety five percent say yes. Scaramouche voted no. You have mixed feelings.

Shaking your head, you give Childe, who's unable to sit still, a look of pure exasperation.

Scaramouche claws his phone back from you rather harshly, the bells on his hat jingling, making it hard for you to take him seriously when he sneers your way.

"You should be thankful you're the lover of my comrade." He shivers slightly at the word comrade. "or I would have obliterated you on the spot for that little stunt."

Childe doesn't even pretend to look fazed at the older's threat when he says  "as if I'd allow a kumquat headass like you to touch my girl."

You and Barbara hastily jump in to stop the bloodbath that is seconds from happening. "No!"

Luckily, no limbs are teared apart.

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Chapter 32: Mistake

Jacob was shaking violently before her. Low clouds had rolled in on the horizon and it threatened to rain. The thunder sounded ominously off the shore and Grace was standing, stock still on her front porch staring at the boy she loved as he crumbled. 

“You….you slept with him?” his voice cracked from the weight of the words. She was out of tears, her eyes just burned fiercely and her voice croaked with dehydration. 

“Yes,” it killed her to admit it. Something in her cracked as she tried to move toward him. He shot her a look and exhaled a fierce breath through his nose. 

“No,” he  growled. His eyes leveled her with a silent command that locked her in place. She had to obey. Her eyes went wide and she stopped and clenched her hands around the bottom of her shorts. 

“It just...happened. I didn’t..we knew it was a mistake right away. I’m so sorry, please. I—,” Grace couldn’t move from the spot she was in and she felt like she was choking. The hurt radiated off of Jacob’s body in clear pulses as he shook wildly. She thought he was going to explode, a part of her really wanted him to so that she could feel the pain she knew she deserved at this moment. 

The thunder clapped behind him again, louder this time, the storm coming in too fast. The sound echoed in her head and she felt a rush move through her. Another change—a strangled small sound escaped her lips as she tried to step forward toward him. 

Jake’s face twisted in anger, his teeth clenched, and his fists hung heavy by his sides. His breathing was fast and loud and she braced for impact. Oh how she wished he would. 

A cry like that of a wounded animal escaped his lips and she felt her insides twist wildly in excruciating pain. Was he doing that? Grace’s eyes widened in fear.

But then, the anger was replaced with debilitating sadness and tears sprang to his eyes. He went limp, his eyes casting to the ground and Grace felt the constricting pain loosen.

This was somehow worse. Much worse. After a few terrifying moments of silence he raised his eyes to hers, black with quiet rage, took one ragged breath and said with venom laced in his voice, “I hate you.” 

Grace broke into a thousand pieces, whimpering in the spot she couldn’t seem to leave. Before she could get anything out, he had turned, phased and left through the trees. It felt like someone had cut a taut thread holding her body together. She felt her body let out a scream as he left, still unable to move, so Grace did the only thing she thought she could do. She called out to him in her mind desperately:

JACOB! JAKE. JAKE PLEASE. JACOB, COME BACK! 

But she couldn’t hear him anymore. She collapsed in a heap on the ground. It felt like she was bleeding but she had no physical wounds to speak of. The ache in her belly exploded into a thrashing snake that burned and tore at her. Thunder echoed around as rain came crashing down around her in a torrential downpour. There was no relief.

She felt everything for what felt like forever and then, excruciatingly, she felt nothing at all. For however long Grace had laid there, it rained on her and she welcomed it. She turned onto her back and let her mouth hang open as rain dripped down her throat. Nothing offered any relief. She was empty. 

Grace heard splashing footsteps approach. She was still soaked through and shivering but she pulled herself up and stood, uneven on her two feet. Her vision blurred from the rain and she rubbed her eyes to clear them just in time to see Rachel, stomping toward her. 

In one fell swoop, Rachel raised her arm and slapped Grace as hard as she could across the face. The searing pain whipped through her cheek and into the back of her head, sending white lights popping behind her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she let out any sound other than heaving a breath before she righted herself to see Rachel rigid with anger. 

“How fucking dare you.” her voice was seething and Grace flinched at it’s acid. She opened her mouth as if to reply but Rachel’s eyes warned her not too. “How dare you treat me and my brother like this. I have no idea who you are but if the old Grace is in there, relay this message to her as well.” She paused for a second and leaned in so her face was close to Grace’s. “FUCK. YOU.” Rachel was fire and Grace was dry grass. She was consumed by her rage and turned to ash. Rachel took one last look at her, spitting on the ground next to her and walked away.

Grace staggered on the spot and pulled herself up the steps holding onto her left cheek where Rachel had slapped her. As she pushed through her open doorway, sopping and dripping, she slipped in a puddle of her own making. She landed hard on the wood floor just inside of her front door and stayed there. Her heartbeat slowed and she hoped that sleep would take her at least for a little while. But the pain returned to keep her awake as long as it wanted, raking her over the coals and making her see Jacob’s pained face, hear the echoing words ‘I hate you’ over and over and Rachel’s tearful, enraged face as she screamed at her. 

Grace fell into the unending black. 

July

August

September

The cool, late summer air pushed through the open window. Soft steps down the stairs leading into the kitchen complemented the peaceful silence that hung in the air right before sunrise. The coffee machine sputtered quietly as the soft footsteps made their way to the couch, covering the sleeping boy with a light throw blanket, his broad, russet back exposed. 

Steam wafted from the top of the coffee cup as it was pressed to full lips. The sun slowly rose, breaking over Grace’s face as she stood on the edge of the beach letting the cold turning water lap up and kiss her toes. She stared out over the horizon, letting the day wash over her, trembling from the cold or the anticipation. Shaking the last of the pain prickling in her hands free, she took a deep breath and turned to go back inside. 

A couple hours after day break, Grace walked over to the sleeping form on her couch. 

“Hey, wake up. Breakfast,” she nudged the grumbling boy in the shoulder and waved an oversized stack of pancakes in front of his face. The boy’s eye peeped open and reached for the stack. “At the table.” Grace said, her voice monotone. 

Embry slumped into the chair across from her and dug into a stack of pancakes untouched by Grace. She picked over a bowl of yogurt and watched him chow down. 

“Late night?” she offered. He nodded between bites, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in pure bliss at the food. 

“Yeah, ran damn near to Canada. Thanks for letting me crash,” he said mouth full. Grace nodded. This was a regular thing with most of the pack. Her home was a stop gap between Forks and the rez. Sometimes, if they were too tired, they’d crash at her place, not able to make it all the way home. She left her door unlocked and would often find a snoring member on her couch, in her armchair, or on the spare mattress she set up in her office for just such an occasion. 

At first, she had internally protested their presence. The first week after Jake was gone, Grace didn’t leave the house. Embry and Quil had made quick work of the locked door without damaging it (much to Jared’s dismay) and found her in bed, conscious but not responsive. 

“Should we call someone?” Embry had said worriedly as he sat on the side of her bed after trying to make her look at him. “Ti’Hal maybe?” Quil shifted uneasily from foot to foot and nodded over his shoulder. Jared and Embry followed him out into the hall where he quietly said, 

“Let’s try to find Jake first. And if we can’t, then we’ll bring in Ti’Hal, yeah?” Jared was peering through the door with fear in his eyes. While he’d never seen it himself, he recognized something in Grace that he’d heard only in the legends. He kept his mouth shut though and nodded to the others. 

“Yeah, let’s find Jake.” 

But they were unsuccessful. No matter how far they ran in any direction, they heard nothing. After that first week, Embry, Quil, and Jared would casually start showing up at Grace’s place, prying open the door and sleeping over on the couch or munching on snacks in the kitchen. The noise roused Grace more than once and when she finally found enough energy to creep down the top steps looking haggard she was met with a delighted wave from Quil. She scowled and turned back up to her room locking herself in. 

Seth and Leah quickly followed suit, then Brady and Collin, and even Sam. Sam had taken one look at her after that first week and the next day Emily was there, tidying up the house, cooking meals, and rolling Grace onto her side like an elderly patient to change her sheets. Leah had hauled her from the bed from under the arms and put her in the tub, carefully undressing her and turning on the hot water. Grace had broken down into tears in the bathtub as Leah had washed her hair like she was a little kid. Leah didn’t protest when Grace leaned into her, getting soap all over her shirt and sobbed. 

She’d refused to see Ti’Hal, mostly due to shame. She wasn’t ready to hear the extent to which she had royally fucked up. Not yet. 

Grace crossed her arms, sitting back and staring past Embry toward the door. 

“So...the big day is upon us,” Embry said gently. Grace snapped her eyes back to him looking for clarification. When she dazed off like that everything went out of focus and she lost all connection to solid ground. “Bella and the leech are getting married?” he prompted. 

“Oh, yeah,” Grace said, closing her eyes tight to shake off the blurriness and come back to center. “Yeah, tomorrow. You still coming?” 

Embry shrugged his shoulders not meeting her eyes as he finished off his pancakes. Grace got lost again and only came to when Embry patted her shoulder and said goodbye. 

“Are you gonna be able to walk in those?” Grace said skeptically, sitting on the front deck of the Cullen house and watching as Bella scraped across the wood leaving marks. Even though the weather was still fairly warm for September, Grace was wrapped in a blanket wearing a giant oversized sweater and sweatpants. She was constantly cold these days. 

“Can’t I just go barefoot?” Bella said, unsteady on her feet. Alice looked like someone had punched her in the stomach, not that she would feel it if they had. 

“Absolutely not! This isn’t some backyard hoedown, you will wear the Jimmy Choos and you will appreciate the Jimmy Choos.” Alice chided. She tried to demonstrate again for Bella, gliding gracefully across the deck. 

“To be fair, it is in a backyard,” Bella said. Grace pointed a finger at her and her eyes lit up momentarily before being clouded by dull pain. Bella watched the fleeting moment of joy dissipate on Grace’s face with increased worry. 

It had been three months. Three months since Jake had taken off. No one tried to go after him at first, but it became clear as the hours turned into days and turned into weeks that he wasn’t coming back. Whatever broke in Grace that day had broken in Jacob too. 

After a month, Bella asked Edward to go looking for him, hoping that the luck he had last time in finding Jake would happen again. But nothing came of it. He and Carlisle reached out to their contacts but they were very limited in offering identifying information considering they were trying to keep the pack’s existence a secret. 

He was just gone. And Grace was left behind. The pack was in disarray as Grace lost herself. Sam had banished her from patrols and trainings since she couldn’t stay focused. Her recasting was almost nonexistent—anytime she tried to recast she ended up miles away from where she intended. She was thrown completely out of sync. 

As she sat watching Bella scrape her way across the deck, Grace felt that familiar buoying sensation that made her feel like she was thrashing around in an open ocean, unsteady and untethered. This feeling was constant ever since she felt that thread snap in her when Jake left. She rubbed absently at the dark purple bruises under her eyes from the ongoing lack of sleep. It was if her body was punishing her for what she did during the day and her mind took up the task at night throwing nightmare after nightmare that would leave her screaming herself awake in a cold sweat. 

She tightened the blanket around her to brace herself against the feeling more and gave Bella a weary smile when she looked her way. 

“Bella you have to promise me you’ll practice  this week. There’s only five days left!” Alice squealed. 

“I have been practicing,” Bella said with a terrified look on her face. 

“Just….practice more then!” Alice said cheerfully. 

Bella dropped Grace off at Sam and Emily’s place in the afternoon. Grace plopped into the nearest chair in the kitchen. Emily turned to look over at her as she kneaded some bread dough on the counter. 

“How was it?” she said nonchalantly. Grace made a sound of affirmation, not wanting to elaborate. Sam walked out from the bedroom door, pulling a shirt over his head before kissing Emily on the temple. He looked across the kitchen at Grace and she gave him that desperate faraway stare. 

As far as Spirit Bird’s went, she was probably the worst in her histories. Completely useless to her Alpha and unable to do anything of value at the moment. The girl who had decimated a horde of newborn vampires in a clearing was long gone. She could hardly lift her arms above her head. Sam glanced from Grace to Emily who gave him a worried nod, encouraging him to say what they had discussed earlier. 

“I think it’s time to see Ti’Hal,” he said in a stern voice. Grace took awhile to react, slow and encumbered with fatigue at just existing. She let out a tired breath and tried to protest: 

“Sam,” she croaked weakly, but he just shook her head at her, throwing what little energy she had to fight out the window. “Fine.” she said sullenly. Let Ti’Hal tell her she was broken, that there’d been a mistake, that she wasn’t actually the Spirit Bird but a perfect fake who destroyed lives instead. 

Ti’Hal’s home was small but well maintained thanks to the community. She held most of the tribes histories and so she was treasured amongst nearly every member of the tribe. Sam handed Grace over to Ti’Hal on the doorstep much like a child of divorcees. She felt like that a lot recently: a helpless kid who didn’t know what to do or how to exist in this world. It drove her crazy, but the painful stupor kept her still. 

Ti’Hal gave Sam a small, sad smile and took Grace’s hand leading her into her home to the small comfortable living room. She had a fire going and Grace trembled at it’s warmth, only a faint echo of the warmth she used to feel with Jake. She slumped to the floor and Ti’Hal shuffled away to the kitchen to make some tea as Grace stared into the fire. 

Before long Ti’Hal was next to her, handing her a cup of tea and settling into the armchair next to her. Grace leaned her back against the side of the armchair and let out a whimper. 

“Where have you been, Little Bird?” Ti’Hal said softly, her gentle, raspy voice mixing in with the flames. Grace wasn’t sure how to answer and shook her head. “There is so much pain you have caused each other. Why? Why do you fight so hard against who you are?” 

Grace turned her body to look at Ti’Hal. Anger, the only emotion her body would let her feel completely other than pain, was apparent on her face. Ti’Hal continued. 

“You’re angry about the imprint. What you see as cruel fate interfering with your happiness. But what if you are seeing it through the wrong eyes?” 

Grace’s face contorted to that of confusion. “Who’s eyes am I supposed to look through if the whole problem is I’m fighting against who I’m supposed to be?” 

“Grace, you are exceptionally perceptive at feelings, but you are not listening. What has your heart been telling you this whole time?” 

“That he will leave me for his imprint so I retroactively fucked us up as a form of self-destruction and protection to ensure at least one of us ends up happy.” Grace said aggressively. Ti’Hal shook her head. 

“The imprint...the imprint is more than a means to an end. An imprint happens when the wolf warrior needs it most, when they are exactly who they are supposed to be. It is the purest form of fate, that is dictated by the fated’s actions. You see fate as cruel, something you cannot control, but you are the one dictating it with every move of your muscle. So why do you insist on betraying yourself?” 

“I don’t understand,” Grace said slowly. 

“Stop worrying about fate and become your truest self. Only then will it fall into place. Who you’re meant to be, who he is meant to be. If you don’t, you will continue in this dance around one another and only end up suffering.” 

“That’s it? Just be yourself? That’s your world changing advice?” Grace said, the anger back again. She was on her feet. Ti’Hal nodded, so sure. “Ti’Hal what?! Don’t you see what’s happened? I fucked up! I broke. And I destroyed the only thing that was good...for me.” She choked. 

“Where there is a break, there is healing. You are the Spirit Bird. So heal. The uncertainty will dissolve when you make the decision and become who you are meant to be.” 

“They made a mistake. The ancestors. I’m not...I don’t think I can do this. I’m not strong enough for this,” Grace was shaking, swaying in place. A hard look came across Ti’Hal’s face and her arm shot out with such speed and force that it startled Grace. 

“Fight HARDER for yourself.” Grace felt fire run up her arm, ignite her veins from Ti’Hal’s touch and the dull cloud of pain cleared. Hot flames licked down her body, burning away the cold that had trapped her since Jake was gone. The snapped thread still hung empty in her body, but she felt the solid ground under her feet for the first time in awhile. 

Ti’Hal let go of her and the feeling remained, echoing in ripples up and down her body. “He will return. His soul has heard the call of another’s and he won’t be able to stay away for too long. I suggest you prepare yourself by heeding my advice. Become who you were meant to be, for the good of the tribe, for your pack, for young Jacob Black. For you.” She said firmly, the last words echoing in Grace’s head loudly. She nodded, swallowing hard, to show she understood and crept toward the door. 

When she pushed it open, the cool air washed over her feverish body and she shivered from the sensation. Her senses had been dulled for so long and now she felt everything again, the pain, the rush of the wind, the sound of the ocean crashing nearby, the warm earth under her feet. 

As she took a step out of the door, onto the grass, her body shifted and she recast deep into the forest, coming to a stop next to Sam. He was addressing the pack and turned to look at her. The pack followed his gaze to her and she looked to each of them, resolved to heal, resolved to find her way back to them. 

[floatingpetals]

Out of Water || Part 1

Pairings: Mer!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mer!Steve Rogers (Mermaid AU)

Warnings: maybe a little language, fluffy fluff, hint of smut,

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: Neither Steve nor Bucky could have known the horrors they had to face in order to make sure their mate was safe in their arms. Now that they were here, the two swore they were never going to lose it. They had their mate, their love and home, but in a world not their own. The climb was over but their shared journey was far from it.

A/N: First things first, you HAVE to read Edge of the Water to get anything that’s going to happen. This isn’t a stand-alone and needs to be read in order. 

Now that's done,  I just wanna thank @empyreanwritings​​ for her wonderful donations on my ko-fi!! As a thank you, I’m starting her request for more of mer!stucky. No way was I going to deny her such a wonderful request! I hope you all like this series too. It’s not going to be nearly as long as the original either. I just have plans for a few cute little stories revolving around the three. Let me know what you all think!! Enjoy! ❤

*I will NOT be doing a tag list with this series. I think I’m going to be doing away with that considering the tags don’t actually work correctly half the time. You can follow my writing page that can be found in my header and set up notifications there. 

Gif isn’t mine, credit to the creators. (@chickabiddy)

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Early morning sunlight filtered through the open sliding glass doors, warming the cool, quiet room and it’s occupants. The trio couple lay tangled together, the thin sheet covered them. Y/N was snuggled safely between her two mates, Steve and Bucky who were both bare as the day they stepped out of the machine holding her tight. The soft, silky sheets rubbed against the men’s lightly tanned skin, a change contrast to what they were accustomed too. It was still strange, waking to the feeling of cotton against skin instead of the cool water against their scales, but not unwelcome. The feeling meant something more to the two mer-turned-men that lay underneath them than for anyone else. It meant they did the impossible.

Steve inhaled deeply as he began to wake, the corner of his lips turning up into a sleepy grin. Even in his sleepy state, Steve knew how monumental this. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever get this, waking up with his arms tightly around his two mates. He could finally hold Y/N in her bed and not worry about his life draining from his body. Keeping his eye shut in content, he nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s neck. A happy sigh passed through his lips and he scooted his body tighter against Y/N’s body, desperate to press as much of his skin against her as he could.

The shuffle pulled Y/N from her sleep, warmth bubbling in her stomach when she felt Steve’s fingers begin to trace delicately against her skin. She hummed quietly and reached up to bury her fingers in his hair, gently tugging at the short freshly new cut. She too knew how special this was, and every morning since she’s sent a silent thank you to whoever was up there watching over her.

It had been over two months since their first change. Tony and Maria had been incredibly accommodating, knowing that it would take the two mers a while to get used to their legs fully. They gave them a room on Tony’s hidden island, with a deck that led out to the water so they could change back to their mer bodies anytime they wanted. Maria was there to help their transition and even introduced them to a few others that had gone through the serum. Having them there made this easier, both Steve and Bucky needing that extra support. Even though they’d never admit aloud, Y/N knew this was hard for them.

There were growing pains that came along with it, even muscle pain they’ve never had before and some days the two were just sapped of energy. The transition always hurt, but Maria promised it would grow less over time. Tony swore he’d find a way to make so that the pain was no longer part of the shift.  There was always a pang of distraught that would shoot through Y’N’s heart when she’d see the two of them in such pain, but they never hesitate to soothe her fears. This was what they wanted. Home was wherever she was and no about of discomfort would hold them back from being by her side.

“I can hear you thinking.” Steve murmured softly against her neck. Y/N giggled.

“It’s not like I’m trying to keep it to myself.” She mused. Steve snorted and pressed a tender kiss against her neck. He slid his left arm out from under her and used it to prop his head up, letting him stare down at Y/N while keeping his right tightly around her and Bucky. She scrunched her nose as he shuffled, the bed shifting slightly under his weight. She didn’t have to worry though. Bucky, who was always the heaviest sleeper of the three, snored on with a tiny smile on his lips.

“What’s got your mind goin’ so early?” Steve asked. Y/N shrugged and blinked up at Steve. He still managed to take her breath away every day, and this morning was no different with the soft drowsy look in his eyes. The light hit his eyes just right they shone the same blue as the ocean he was born from, his face relaxed and content.

“Just thinking about you two and how everything’s so different now.”

“Good different, I hope?” Steve tilted his head. Y/N cracked a grin and nodded.

“Very good.” She soothed. Steve fell quiet, letting the sound of the waves filter through the doors. Y/N didn’t find his sudden drop in the conversation odd, he was always the quiet thinker of the two mers. Instead, she nestled further into the sheets and turned to press her cheek against Bucky’s chest. The other’s chest rumbled at the contact and his arm instinctually tightened around her waist.

It had become routine. Steve would wake first to watch over Y/N and Bucky for a few peaceful moments before Y/N slowly woke too. The two would lay awake, whether in a blissful silence to just enjoy each other’s company or talk softly about their plans for the day before Bucky would gradually wake. But every morning all ended the same. Both mers would hold Y/N tight and smile widely to each other, their hearts happy and full. This morning would be no different.

“Tony needs us to get your passports and ID’s done sometime this morning.” Y/N spoke after a few minutes. Steve hummed and let his head fall back to the pillow.

“I know. Still don’t want to know how he’s going to make us legal humans,” Steve grumbled under his breath. Y/N snorted. She’d have to agree with him on that.

Tony had been nothing but a godsend, but some of his practices were interesting, to say the least. He had his finger in practically every seat of power, and Y/N was nervous to ask him exactly what it was that his father had done to create such a legacy. Yet so far, the man had done nothing to give her suspicion that he might be less than as clean that he makes himself out to be. All the ones he’s saved have done nothing but speak highly of him. They were safe and happy, truly the end goal Tony had for them all. Even the few scientists that work with him sang praises of the man. Y/N has just decided to come to terms with the fact there are aspects to Tony’s life she didn’t need to know.

One of the things he had been working on, another reason why they were still there on the little hidden island, was that he wanted to make sure they were comfortable in their bodies before producing IDs for Bucky and Steve. He wasn’t going to just throw them out there into the world, they’d never make it ten feet without an ID to get them around. Flying would be completely out of the picture if they wanted to go from country to country. Tony wanted to make sure they would be comfortable with their new lives and was doing every step down to the letter to make sure it would be so.

They had just gotten the all-clear for the physical therapist four days ago, and now Tony had all their information written up and ready to print. All he needed was them to get their pictures taken.

“If Tony can make a deliberate explosion pass as a fake accident and a real cause of death, I’m not going to argue with his methods of making you legal.” Y/N muttered. There was an answering grunt, but not from Steve.

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, but it’s too early for the speaking.” Bucky groused. Y/N felt Steve lift his head up before hearing him snort.

“It’s nine o’clock in the morning.”

“Still too early.” Was the quick retort.

Y/N didn’t need to see Steve’s face to know he was rolling his eyes at Bucky.

“I’m not the one who insisted on that third-round last night,” Steve said, his tone light.

“You also didn’t argue about it either,” Bucky shot back and rubbed his eyes. Admitting defeat, he grumbled more under his breath while he rolled on to his back to stretch with a groan. He let his left arm flopped back on the bed and sighed overdramatically as he stared at the ceiling.

Y/N laughed fondly at his pout and cupped his cheek. She turned his face to hers and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Bucky perked up, and before she could pull away, he swooped in to press his lips against hers in a slow tender ‘good morning kiss.’ He didn’t let her go until he was sure she was a breathless puddle in his hands. 

“Now kiss Steve so I can too.” He urged gently. Y/N didn’t bat an eyelash at his command and quickly turned to do just as he said.

One corner of Steve’s mouth was turned up in a crooked grin, a dash of smug content written across his features. Her easy acceptance didn’t go over his head and both Steve and Bucky made a mental note to test that theory out later. With a feather-light touch, he moved his lips against Y/N’s before claiming her mouth as his. She melted under his touch, her hand blindly reaching out to hold on to him. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, her thumb brushing against the thin lines that would be his gills.

In his human form, Steve had no need for them. They were just two thin black lines on either side of his neck. ‘Almost like a tattoo’ Maria had said once or twice before. His lungs worked like humans so they sealed shut during the shift. However, just because he didn’t need them, didn’t mean he could feel them. Y/N’s accidental touch sent delicious sparks down his spine, igniting that fire inside his stomach. He hissed at the contact and yanked his head back.

“I’m sorry!” Y/N gasped, her eyes flying open wide in horror, assuming the sound was one of pain. She knew they were still sensitive, even if he didn’t use them. “I didn’t mean to hurt-.”

Her voice was caught in her throat at the look on Steve’s face. He wasn’t the least bit upset, quite the opposite in fact. His pupils were blown open wide, and a feral grin had spread across his face. She felt Bucky’s muscles tighten behind her, the excitement rolling off him in waves. He knew that look too and was eager to follow through with the wicked plans Steve was already making.

A low purr came from Steve’s chest and the smirk grew.

“There’s been a slight change of plans.” He rasped before leaning forward to nip at the skin on her neck. His voice dropped an octave, the grin growing wider. “Tony’s going to have to wait.”

A shudder went down her spine when Steve latched on to her skin. A second mouth took up spot on the other side and Y/N’s eyes began to roll back in her head. The brief thought that they actually had things to do today was gone as quickly as it entered. Yeah, she thought to herself, this was a much better plan for their morning.

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[eddieeatsass]

Stripped Bare - Chapter 6

Summary: Eddie gets an offer from his company to work in Barbados over the summer. Beautiful weather, all expenses paid trip, and a stay in a suite at one of the most highly rated resorts in the world. How could he say no? Unfortunately, Eddie soon realizes there were a lot of reasons to say no. His skin doesn’t take kindly to the harsh sun, his suite ends up being the size of a shoe box, and, oh yeah, it’s also a nudist resort. Pairing: Reddie (side Benverly and Stanlonbrough) Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language Read on AO3

The following month passed in a whirlwind. Eddie’s mind barely had time to keep up with the developments in his relationship with Richie. They were friends, Eddie believed, above all else, but they also acted like a couple. It had Eddie’s head throbbing any time he tried to think too hard on it.

Everything had been thrown into overdrive after their first encounter, the mutual eagerness for their explorations to continue didn’t go ignored. The second time they’d gotten together had been exactly two nights later; Richie had spent the entire day on the pool deck, eyeing Eddie up as overtly as possible. He’d made sure to put on a show no matter what he was doing. Swimming, putting on sunscreen, drinking a pina colada; he’d even managed to look sexy when him and Beverly had started a round of marco-polo in the pool. Eddie’d never thought that watching someone feel around blindly with their eyes screwed shut could be attractive, but Richie made it work.

The minute Eddie clocked out, Richie had been at his side, an eagerness evident in his step as he followed Eddie to his room. After the unnecessary commentary on how tiny Eddie’s room was, “A small room for a small person!”, Eddie had pushed Richie on to the bed, climbed into his lap, and eagerly reclaimed those lips that had been occupying his mind for the last 48 hours.

The second time had been just as mind blowing as the first, leaving Eddie’s face soaked with sweat and tears, and his cheeks sore from grinning so hard.

They’d fallen into a routine after that, seeking one another out whenever they could to relieve some of the tension that seemed to build up when they were away from each other.

Eddie had been amazed to find that there was no awkwardness between them, no necessity for them to build artificial comfort through small talk or forced jokes. Conversation always flowed freely, and at first Eddie had wondered if it was just a by-product of Richie’s easy-going nature. But the longer they spent time together, the more the truth solidified; Eddie and Richie had some sort of connection that couldn’t be denied. Although neither of them had pointed it out, its novelty making the idea of bringing attention to it intimidating, it was evident to everyone around them.

 Like the time Richie had stolen Eddie away in the middle of his shift, giving Stan a pleading look as they passed. Stan had just rolled his eyes and covered for Eddie while he got his ass pounded in the storage closet. Stan would have been upset if it’d been any other dimwitted co-worker dropping his responsibility so he could fuck during work hours; but it hadn’t been just any dimwitted co-worker, it’d been his dimwitted Eddie, so Stan let it slide.

There were also the countless nights that Beverly had been kicked out of her room so that Richie could have Eddie over for some midnight activities. Beverly hadn’t actually minded, it had given her continuous excuses to stay at Ben’s overnight. However, even if she hadn’t been in the pursuit of her own man, she’d still have been too enamored by Richie’s attachment to be upset.

Mike didn’t seem bothered by Eddie’s slightly more frazzled work ethic, either. Eddie still did his job efficiently enough, though there were definitely a few extra flustered moments where he’d drop a guest’s drink because he tripped over a pool noodle while staring at Richie. Mike, apparently, thought it endearing, and would just respond with a knowing grin and a wink.

The evidence continued to pile up that Eddie and Richie were more than just friends with benefits, but regardless, the two in question still refused to discuss the giant, confusing, suffocating, elephant in the room.

 It was exactly a month and three days into their unlabeled fling when Richie finally burst the ever-growing lump in Eddie’s chest.

It was Eddie’s day off, so he’d taken the opportunity to show Richie all the secret places he’d discovered while exploring the resort those past few weeks.

There was the abandoned section of the resort that had once been barred off for renovation, which had been cancelled once they’d discovered they lacked the funds needed to go through with it.

There was also the small hallway on the 5th floor that seemed to lead to nowhere, but if you went to the end of it you’d discover that the ‘wall’ there wasn’t a wall at all, but rather a thick partition of material light enough to push aside, revealing a small graveyard of vending machines.

Of course, their last stop was the arcade room that Stan had introduced to Eddie, which Richie went absolutely wild for. Even though the video games didn’t work, and the couch they pulled down from the wall was covered in an uncomfortable plastic sheet, Richie still liked the room for its atmosphere. Eddie wasn’t sure he understood, but he was ecstatic to see the happiness it brought Richie.

 Fifteen minutes later and Richie had Eddie bent over the pool table. Eddie could feel the bruises forming on his hip bones from where they continuously slammed into the edge of the pool table; mahogany turning his golden skin purple. The thought of having a visible memory of this moment, one he could sink his fingers into and pull dull ache from, was far more exhilarating than Eddie ever would have thought.

“Aaahhh- Richie!” Eddie cried out, his fingers desperately seeking purchase across the green wool surface.

“Shhhh, unless you wanna get caught, I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth of your quiet.” Richie chided, as if he wasn’t at all affected by the way Eddie’s hole tightened around him like a boa constrictor. Eddie clenched himself on purpose in retaliation, triumphant when he heard the stuttering of breath from behind him.

“Or maybe you do want to get caught.” Richie continued, lowering his voice along with his body as he draped himself across Eddie. “Hmm? Did we discover another kink of yours to add to the list?”

Eddie gritted his teeth together, refusing to confirm nor deny Richie’s suspicions. While the thought of someone walking in on them did excite him, it also made Eddie’s anxiety spike so high he nearly lost his boner. Thankfully, Richie wasn’t about to let that happen, reaching around Eddie and encircling his cock with a painfully light grip.

Eddie tried to thrust into Richie’s hold, throwing off the rhythm they’d built up and causing Richie to pound into him at an angle that nearly had Eddie seeing stars.

“Let’s see, so far we’ve discovered hair pulling…” Richie wove his fingers through Eddie’s shaggy brown locks and pulled his head back sharply. “nipple play…” Richie continued, removing his grasp from Eddie’s cock and ignoring the noises of protest as he lifted it up to begin pinching Eddie’s pink little bud. “And of course, we know you like it when I do this.” Richie voice lowered as his hand did the same, leaving Eddie’s hair in favor of wrapping around his jaw so he could turn Eddie’s head.

Richie began kissing Eddie in a way that might more accurately be described as licking into his mouth. It was messy, and rough with the way Richie held him in place, hand nearly curling around Eddie’s neck. But Eddie loved it. It reminded him of the first time they’d done this, how it had all started, how the taste of Richie’s mouth had opened him up to a whole new world. It was intoxicating, and the feeling was all encompassing enough that Eddie didn’t even realize the stuttering of Richie’s hips, which Eddie had learned was a telltale sign of his oncoming release.

Eddie didn’t notice that Richie was cumming until he was grunting into Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie could feel the wetness beginning to seep out around Richie’s still thrusting cock.

Eddie was about to offer that he could finish himself off if Richie was too tired, when suddenly he was being manhandled up on to the pool table and turned around so his back was pillowed by the soft tabletop. Richie’s hands were pushing his legs up and apart and his head swooping down between them before Eddie could even wrap his mind around what was happening.

“Want to taste myself in you.”

“Wha- oh fuck oh my god.” Eddie moaned out as Richie began to lap at his hole eagerly. No matter how many times they did this, Eddie couldn’t help losing himself to the sensation. Richie’s tongue was soft, and warm, and firm, but most importantly, it was skilled. Richie knew what he was doing, he knew how to make Eddie’s toes curl and his stomach flip.

“I- please, Rich- need to cum, please- ahhhh!” As Richie wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock, the smaller man’s back arched off the table.

Richie timed the flicks of his wrist with the flicks of his tongue, and before too long Eddie was cumming with a broken sob filling the room.

Eddie finally lowered his hips back down, noting a small tug in his lower back from holding the strained position for so long, but it was nothing but a whisper compared to the euphoria he felt flooding the rest of his body. His fingers and toes were tingling, buzzing with a flow of energy that emanated from his core. When he finally looked down at Richie, who’d pulled away from cleaning Eddie’s hole up, Eddie bursted out laughing.

“I don’t remember buying this brand of hair gel.” Richie commented, a small smirk disrupting his otherwise casual tone. He gazed up at Eddie from where he was still kneeling below him, Eddie’s cum shining evidently in Richie’s black curls.

“I am so sorry.” Eddie tried to get out between small bursts of giggles. He wanted to be sorry, he really did, but… it was just too funny a sight.

“No worries, Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie stood up, hooking his palms around the backs of Eddie’s knees and pulling him to the very edge of the pool table, so he was flush with Richie’s body. “I think I can find it in me to forgive you.” He added softly, leaning in to capture Eddie’s lips in a tender kiss.

Eddie melted into Richie, but the warmth was gone before he’d even had a chance to get used to it.

“In fact, if you really wanna make it up to me,” Richie began, pulling away slowly until he came back into focus in Eddie’s view. “You’ll come out on the town with me tonight.”

Eddie’s heart hiccupped, something like a bolt of pure energy shooting down his limbs and leaving them tingling. It was true that in the time that Eddie had been in Barbados, he still hadn’t left the resort grounds.

 Eddie had let it slip last night while Richie’s hand was idly stroking his cock, his trash mouth rambling nonsense that only somewhat strung together. He’d mumbled something about Eddie’s eyes being brighter than the night lights along The Gap. Eddie was thoroughly confused, his post-orgasm brain struggling to understand why Richie was talking about a clothing company, until Richie seemed to notice Eddie’s muddled features.

Richie finally pulled his hand away from Eddie’s softening cock (for which Eddie was equally thankful and resentful) and propped himself up on an elbow so he could look down at Eddie.

“You haven’t been to St. Laurence Gap yet?” Richie asked, almost incredulously.

“Uhm… no?”

“Hmm, that’s weird… that’s usually the first place tourists go.” Richie joked.

There was a silence in which Richie laid back down beside Eddie, and the proximity prompted Eddie to continue, even though the conversation made him uncomfortable.

“I, uh, haven’t actually been to the city yet…”

“What!?” Richie shot up promptly, and the absurd reaction made Eddie laugh lightly before pushing him back down with a gentle shove to his chest.

“I haven’t had a reason to.” Eddie tried, knowing Richie would be able to see right through the excuse.

“Well… I mean you’re not missing much, I guess. The Gap is like, the only place worth checking out anyway.” Richie’s voice had taken on a softer tone, adjusting to the atmosphere he felt around him.

Eddie chewed on his lip for a bit before responding again.

“Is it safe?” He asked hesitantly.

“If you’re with the right people, yeah.” Richie assured him, and then added on after a beat. “I know it might feel a little overwhelming at first, but I promise it’s worth it just for the cultural experience alone. No pressure, of course, but if you ever wanted to go-”

They’d been cut off when a pounding at their door alerted them to Beverly’s presence, begging them to put on pants before she came in to grab the toiletries she needed for yet another night over at Ben’s.

 Eddie hopped off the pool table, squeezing by Richie in search for his clothes.

“Sure.” Eddie tried for nonchalance, but the quickening beat of his heart could probably be heard halfway across the world. He located his underwear and slipped them on over slim hips.

“It doesn’t have to be, like… a date or anything.” Richie added, his tone unreadable.

‘Do you want it to be a date?’ Eddie’s brain questioned loudly, his mouth betraying him when it said nothing of the like. Instead, Eddie wandered over to his t-shirt and pulled it on robotically before turning back to Richie.

“Yeah, no, of course.” Eddie responded, his lips tight as they pulled up into a tense smile.

Eddie could trail Richie’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly, clearly itching to say more but holding back. Eddie wanted to hear what he had to say, wanted to know if Richie was still tiptoeing around this thing between them or if he genuinely wanted to keep things casual. Eddie thought the second option might just kill him, so he opted to believe the first and keep his sanity.

Eddie spotted his shorts on top of the pinball machine and used it as the excuse for his final escape. If Richie wanted to continue to pretend their feelings for one another weren’t perceptible to anyone with eyes, then Eddie would need some time to recover between their little hookups, or he might just explode.

“Meet in the lobby at 7:00?” Eddie asked over his shoulder as he finally finished redressing.

“Uhh, yeah. See you then.”

Eddie turned to address Richie once more before leaving, and from his vantage point in the doorway, he couldn’t help but note how small Richie looked. He was still naked, not having moved from his spot in front of the pool table, and his usual air of cockiness seemed absent.

“I’m expecting you to show me a good time.” Eddie called to Richie.

Presented once again with their usual flirtatiousness, Richie seemed to fall back into himself, cocking an eyebrow at the challenge.

“It’ll be the best night you’ve ever had.” Richie assured him confidently.

Unbeknownst to him, Richie had already provided Eddie with the best night he’d ever had. He doubted anything could top that first time between them when Eddie finally got to experience what love and lust and want truly felt like.

But this might end up being a close second.

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1831 Monday 10 October

7 55/.. 11 55/..

Up at 7 and lay down (went to bed again) - fine morning - Fahrenheit 64°. now at 8 35/.. - breakfast at 8 50/.. - got a man as guide took Cameron and George and out at 9 40/.. - walked to the Dockyard in 10 mins. [minutes] - waited there 10 mins. [minutes] and then, a party of 7 or 8 besides myself being assembled, an intelligent sort of person took us in charge, and we began the round at 10 and it took us till 11 50/.. - I was beginning to make pencil notes as usual but the man said it was not allowed - I was not expecting to find this the case in England - however it was no great matter -

Went 1st. to the mast-rooms - masts of all sizes - the old ones took larger timber - those now made consist of from 30 to 52 pieces - apparently squares about 6 inches square and about 20 feet long? - saw the main mast of the victory (100 guns) - 52 pieces and would weigh about 12 tons - of american pine as were a great many of the masts - then passed the store (lying out) of anchors, an amazing quantity - 5 anchors for each vessel - saw those for the Nelson § [Margin - vide next page] (120 guns - will in reality mount 134 or 136) weighing above 97 cwt [hundredweight] - all of wrought iron welded together - would take 17 men a fortnight to weld one anchor - each anchor for the Nelson would cost ten or eleven hundred pounds - then to the ropery - rope cables 22 inches in circumference the thickest 27 inches circumference, but chain cables most used now -

Then to the anchor forge - the anchors moved to and from the fires by cranes - they used to have enormous bellows 6 or 8 yards long and 4 men to blow them by treading on them very hard work - now (for these about 10 years) have a constant current of air kept up and stronger than ever before produced by 2 barrels (about 4 1/2 foot diameter) something like a churn half filled with water turned backwards and forwards by 2 men - 2 valves - one in each half of each end - so that when the water falling to one side shuts the valve and presses the air out into the tube communicating with the fire the valve of the other half the barrel opens and lets in air which is the next turn pressed out by the falling back of the water as before - there being a tube from each of the barrels meeting in one tube near the fire, there is by this means a constant current - one of the gents. [gentlemen] present observed that at Mr. Guest's iron works at Merthyr Twydvil in South wales, the bellows the largest in existence was a steam engine which pumped up air thro' a large cylinder - I must see these far-famed works -

Then went to the copper furnaces and rollers these are merely for the old copper - all the new copper is bought by contract in sheets ready done - the copper when taken liquid from the furnace in ladles is put into moulds forming plates of perhaps 1 1/2 feet by 1 foot and perhaps 1/4 inch thick - these are eventually rolled out (at twice) into four thin oblongs perhaps 3 1/2 by 1 foot - when rolled out to the last size, they are rubbed over with some acid, put into the furnace till red hot, then suddenly thrown into water on which the outside blackish coating immediately peels off and the copper appears that bright red copper colour we peculiarly call and know by the name of copper colour - inquired but could not learn what was the acid the sheets were mopped over with - they said it was an acid - a particular composition - the sheets were lastly put upon a roller that marked them thickly over with anchors in such sort that it is easy to know government copper -

The man too in passing an old rope pulled out one single green thread from one of the twists or threads of the rope - but mentioning the forges and furnaces I should have said that from the store of anchors we went to the block machinery (very curious) all turned by one centre wheel turned by a steam engine which was partitioned off from us so that we did not see the engine itself (of 50 horse power) - saw a block made from the square piece of Elm (because Elm does not fly off in splinters) to the last finish of the copper-eyed lignum vitæ (because very hard wood) pulley (what did the man call it?) and iron pin which fastens it within the block for the rope to run on - the man who worked the machinery that polished the iron pin was not there that we merely saw the principle of his machinery and how it worked - these 3 men (the Elm man, lignum vitæ man, and iron pin man) during the war made 12,000 blocks a month and supplied the whole navy - they are not in full employ now - tho' they still make for the whole navy - the man shewed us a large new building (enormous almost square span of roof) for making boilers for the government steamers - none yet in hand there - only a few iron tanks to mend -

From the copper furnaces, went on board the Indus 80 gun ship building these 4 or 5 years and still only (I think) the hull done - built on a new principle - diagonal timbers all along her inside in squares diamondwise so that if she strikes, she cannot spring a plank and directly fill with water and go down - 16 or 17 inches thick of timber covering of these diagonal timbers - what an immense machine! what strength! how mighty is man! how mightier far the wave that snaps his work in pieces like a bit of glass! the Indus built partly of English partly of African oak - then pass the Nelson § [Margin - § vide last page] built in India? of teak - has undergone a thorough repair - where laid up smear them all over with a yellowish composition to keep them from dry rot and roof them over to keep the weather from the deck -

The HMS Indus, finally launched from Portsmouth in 1839 [Image Source]

Left the Dock yard at 11 50/.. (no difficulty - had merely rung the bell, and asked to see it) - took boat at 11 55/.. and rowed off to the royal George (of which Lord .. Fitzclarence is Captain) the royal yatch that the late King went to Ireland and Scotland in - has 70 men - 310 tons (I think) - but what ever she is Lord Yarborough's yatch the Falcon lying near, and looking like a man of war, is tentons ten tons more - this last mounts 14 six pounders, and can take care of herself when the guns not mounted the gun carriages fit up as wash-stands! 50 men? the royal yatch a magnificently fitted up vessel - great deal of gilding without - great deal of comfort and luxury within - the rooms or cabins hung with a glazed calico (up these 15 years) that does and looks admirably well - shut-up chairs, the most excellent travelling concerns I ever saw - by Edward Bailey upholsterer etc. to his majesty mount street Grosvenor Square - an admirable wash-stand that holds a bed - capital for any dressing room - these too of Bailey -

From the yatch rowed across to the new victualling offices close to Gosport - we should have had an order to see them? but did not take any pains to get admitted - an enormous brick pile, - a large square projecting part of it towards the water standing on columns - then rowed forward and landed in Cold harbour Gosport - walked along the works, and came in at the far end of High street very good street very soon passed (left) the neat small house of Mr. Titcher and then near it same side the large 3 or 4 story (brick - all the town brick) best house in the town? of Mrs. Page (has been for some time confined to her bed), Mrs. Henry Priestley's uncle and mother -

Went into the handsome market house and reembarked close to there and in about 20 mins. [minutes] rowed off to the Victory the ship on board which Nelson was killed at Trafalgar - saw the spot where he fell - near (close to) the prow skylight - then went down to the 2nd deck (or mid-deck?) where a court martial was sitting admiral Sir John Gore president - Captain Lord ... Fitzclarence sitting, and 4 or 5 more officers at the table - Backhouse (1st. mate?) versus Captain Belcher of the Ætna bomb - Captain B- [Belcher] brought Backhouse to court martial, and then Backhouse brings the captain to ditto for lastly cruelty and unofficer like conduct and and several other charges that went before - 25 mins. [minutes] there - Backhouse seemed giving rather uncertain evidence - within musket shot and clear day yet could not tell whether signals were up or not - hurried off at last because when Backhouse was called on as to the last charge he said he could not repeat the word Captain Belcher used because there were ladies in the court myself and Cameron and a lady or famale [sic] person what shocking nonsense! I waited for no more but hurried off vexed that there should be such humbug should -

The HMS Victory, Lord Nelson’s flagship at the Battle of Trafalgar, can still be seen at the Portsmouth Historic Dockyard [Image Source]

High water now abouts (at 2 1/4 on leaving the Victory) - rowed down to near the entrance to the harbour (about 1/4 mile across) and landed near the round fort that defends it at 2 40/.. - sent home Cameron and George to get all ready for being off, and myself took the guide, and walked round the ramparts - soon came to what they call the King's steps where the King lands, a sort of small squary windowed ornament tower - but a battery? there - and several batteries all along - very strong place - double moated and ramparted - from just beyond the Kings stairs magnificent views of Spithead, Isle of Wight, see Ryde quite plain - Fort Monckton and its barracks, and Haslar hospital and Gosport, Stoke just beyond it, and Anglesea Crescent the Duke of Norfolk began about 2 years ago (2 miles from Gosport - near Stoke) for a watering place, but the work is not going on just now - 'Tis Portsmouth only within the fortifications - beyond these is Southsea (quite a town and Southsea castle a low thick round fort about a mile from the rampart where I stood) - then Portsea where the docks are, then on the other side the harbour Gosport - at high water a mile across - finest harbour in the world - the largest ship ride in safety - but if they should get aground it is only in mud, and the next tide gets them off unhurt - the new custom house a large pile of building, and immense government store houses close by - High street and 1 or 2 more good streets and 2 or 3 pretty good churches in Portsmouth -

Went into bookseller's shop near the George, and bought Portsmouth guide - no plan of the town in it - no plan of it allowed to be published - the George hotel (Guy) High street - very good hotel, and not dear considering - my expenses were more than usual, but I had dinner 4/6 and 2 bottles soda water 1/6 and servants dined I suppose when I sent them back for their expenses were 11/. - my wax lights and good sitting room were 2/6 and beds 5/6 and all that and the rest as usual - back at 3 25/.. -

Settled all and Off from Portsmouth at 3 42/.. - soon passed under the 2 covered ways (arches) and over the 2 wooden bridges - part of the last a drop bridge - still town, Portsea, or Southsea, or something, for a considerable distance the whole backed by the chalk range of Portsdown - at I suppose about 4 miles from Portsmouth (at 4 10/..) pass port's bridge, 2 wooden bridges over 2 canals or fosses and a military station like a french porticoed barrière close (left) by the road - then at 4 1/4 a short distance Portsbridge turnpike and then at 4 1/4 the neat enough little town or good village of Cosham - my once for a moment idea of staying there and taking horses thence to Portsmouth, would not have answered - the George Inn the best apparently is quite like a common Inn, and one at which one would not think of stopping, save on a pinch - at 4 17/.. turn (right) at the end of Cosham down to Havant, a village-like little town - neat enough little place posting Inn, the blackbear - a continued street for some distance - neat little liveable cottages (left) along the road - sea and shipping now and then right - Range of down (good sheep pasture) all along at a little distance (left) - 5 1/2 p.m. late enough for seeing anything now -

Enter Chichester at 5 55/.. - pass the cathedral close (right) - a lengthy, fine enough looking church - then beautiful gothic pinnacled rotunda, or market cross, or what, in the middle of the street and then immediately wide good street and alight at 6 at the Swan hotel - very good small sitting room opening on to balcony towards the street - good bedroom another flight on 2de. [secunde] and very comfortable - tea at 6 1/2 - sat over it till 7 3/4 - musing, as I had been all the way this afternoon and as I have done perpetually since seeing yesterday morning the gothic windows at Cowes -

On the plan for altering Shibden hall so as to make it liveable - put such gothic windows as at Cowes into both gables - take the drawing room end groundfloor and above for bedrooms and dressing rooms - take away my uncles room and butteries leaving only room enough for light stairs - Gothicize the passage like that to the courthouses at Norwich - pull away the kitchen part and parlour and all that instead of which add to the breakfast gable a part to correspond with the present hall and beyond and joined to that another gable extending backwards length enough to allow that is wanted - then taking a light gothic passage off the upper kitchen and likewise off the new hall-corresponding-part and all thro' the new gable everything would be comeatalbe [sic], and there the whole suite of rooms to the south opening into one another - new gable, or drawing room? new hall-corresponding-part, or dining room? present breakfast room enlarged by all the present upper kitchen but enough for gothic passage - present passage gothicized and perhaps heightened and lightened by the present library, present hall thrown up to the roof, and present drawing room fitted up as a French dress bedroom - the present passage would have 4 gothic doors - 2 on each side, at each end - 2 opening into the hall (with billiard table?) and 2 opening the one into the new passage along the upper kitchen etc. the other into the present breakfast room - the ground falls so rapidly to the East, that I think laundries and cellars etc. might all be under the new gable -

Very rain-threatening day but fair - raining heavily now at 10 35/. p.m. and has been for some time - great deal of rain fell during last night, too - Fahrenheit 64°. now at 10 35/.. p.m. at which hour had just done all the above of today - came upstairs at 10 50/.. -  

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/14/0132 - SH:7/ML/E/14/0133