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Since the deck is an outdoor space, you must ensure it is safe for everyone, even your pets. Ensure your deck railings and floorboards are in ideal condition to prevent accidents. If moisture or water finds its way inside your floorboards, it could result in mold and mildew, which can be dangerous for people with asthma. If you notice any water damage or signs of mold on your flooring, call for a Seattle flooring installation expert to help you immediately.

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It feels good to have a small outdoor space that lets you enjoy the beautiful sunsets without leaving the comfort of your home. However, this joy will not continue for long if you don't pay attention to your deck's needs. For instance, if you let water damage go unnoticed for too long or fail to act upon it on time, it could threaten your deck's structural integrity and usability.

So, if you want your deck to add value to your home and offer ideal safety for your family, it's best to keep your yearly deck maintenance in check.

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[desiresiwant]

Something About You Chapter One

pairing: Seth Clearwater X Black!OC

word count: 6.4k~

warnings: strong language, usage of alcohol, non-con kiss, a pretty much tamed 1st chapter…for now

summary: Seth Clearwater finally imprints on Diamond Hicks, someone who just isn’t looking love. While she struggles with her feelings and promises, Seth struggles to find a balance between his new and old self so he can become the wolf his imprint needs.

a/n: Been very excited and impatient to bring this fic to life, so here it is!!! I’d recommend checking out the masterlist before reading, given much has changed from the story we know. If there’s a warning I skipped let me know. P.S The beach scenes were written when it was originally taken place in a warmer month, but changed my mind and didn’t wish to rewrite anything aside from slighty changing minor details. Trust I know how cold 60 can be but it’s fiction.

MASTERLIST | NEXT ->

Chapter One | Stolen Kiss

Seattle, Washington | February 9, 2024

        𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 how Diamond wished to spend her weekend—seven weekends in a row stuck at a family-owned restaurant, cleaning chicken masala between the floor cracks because parents weren’t watching their children who have a tendency to throw whatever in their direction on the floor. 

        This was NOT the adult life Diamond looked forward to when finally leaving home to attend the University of Washington (U.W). Built in one of the cloudiest cities surrounded by endless beauty of mother nature, miles from Orlando, Florida. One of the hottest cities in one of the hottest states, cluttered with people and flashy attractions. The only similarity that felt most like home was rain.

        Never once did Diamond imagine herself so far from home, but unfortunately, U.W was the only institution to offer a full ride for track and field. She accepted immediately and officially became a Husky. 

        But it didn’t cover food, travel, personal expenses, and bills. Diamond’s mother could only send so much with other mouths to feed, being a foster mother to five other children. She knew soon enough the responsibility would be hers to bear as it normally had been.

        The easy one, her mother would describe Diamond. 

        The one who never cried, never asked for much, never made life too difficult. The one who always had to make a way because there was no one else to do it for her. And in a household filled with children every few months or years, it’s easy to forget the easy one when schedules were packed with appointments, drama, and school—which left Diamond to fulfill not only the role of an only child, which that she was, but a parent too.

        Moving to an unfamiliar environment added to that lonesome feeling, but it was also a fresh breath of air. Therapeutic even. 

        Diamond tossed the last thick lump of sauce-covered napkins in the bucket filled with the rest of the meal. Apparently, the mop was broken and the owner’s hard-headed son left to buy a new mop, yet it’s been hours since he returned. It seems he prioritized his Friday night plans, which his parents were heavily against. Something about catching a movie with friends, a harmless movie Mr. Devgn feared would install unhealthy mindsets. 

        Something Diamond should’ve been doing if she hadn’t canceled plans to pick up an extra shift. 

        Mrs. Devgn caught sight of Diamond heading back and perked from her seat behind the register, pausing the drama she was watching on her phone. “Thank you for handling that mess and staying a bit late. When it gets crazy on the weekends, I know we can count on you to come through.” She said and then frowned at her sauce-covered fingers. “I’m sorry you had to clean bare-handed. Karan should be back any second now with that mop.”

        Diamond bit back her scoff. That boy wasn’t coming back and everyone knew it too. “It’s not a problem. At least it wasn’t piping hot.”

        “Oh, god, no! That would be a disaster!”

        Ayra, the Devgn’s third child, appeared through the red curtains with a scoff. “Karan’s not coming back, ma. You picked the wrong child for errands. We all know he’s watching that R-rated movie Baba said no to.”

        Mrs. Devgn smacked her shoulder, knocking out the AirPod hidden beneath her hair that she was secretly listening to music on. “Don’t let your father hear.” She whispered, peeking over her shoulder for her husband nowhere in sight. “He’s already in a pissy mood dealing with your other brother and his costly habits. Go make yourself useful and take them drinks to table three.”

        “You said I could ring!” Ayra pouted.

        “Go!”

        Ayra couldn’t defy Mrs. Devgn’s stern look, daring her child to challenge her authority. She flung her head back with a dragged groan before taking the tray of drinks to table three. 

        “Don’t let me hold you up, Diamond. You wash up and take your lunch. I warmed you a plate. It's in the break room since I didn’t trust David and his sticky fingers.”

        “You don’t have to make me lunch every time, Mrs. Devgn. I appreciate it but I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

        Mrs. Devgn waved her off. “All my employees must eat. Plus you’re an athlete and so far from home, I know you’re not eating enough home-cooked meals. Now go, wash wash and eat.”

        She sat comfortably in her chair and resumed her show.

        Diamond knew this wasn’t a fight she could win and Mrs. Devgn was right; she hadn’t eaten enough home-cooked meals. Mostly takeout and cheap ramen. Between classes, practices, and work, exhaustion remained a constant component when it came to cooking and oftentimes cleaning.

        After dumping the bucket and washing her hands, Diamond sat at the mini table in the break room and ate her lamb and chicken bowl mixed in silence. She scrolled through her phone catching up with everyone else’s life on Instagram, imagining herself in their shoes. Taking weekend trips out of the country, getting front-row seats at a concert, splurging money on shopping sprees with friends, and going on cute little dates with a significant other.

        The kind of thrill Diamond should be experiencing especially during her sophomore year in college, away from her mom and her old life. This was the time to start a new life and create new and better memories outside her usual routine…yet had no idea where to start. And was nearly two years late.

        A call paused the story Diamond was currently watching and saw it was her roommate Renesmee calling. She quickly swallowed what was left in her mouth before picking up. “Hey, what’s u—”

        “What are you doing and please don’t tell me you’re working?” Renesmee asked as soon as the line connected.

        Diamond looked around the small room that smelt heavily of her food clashing with other scents from the kitchen. She debated lying to her friend, but what’s the point when she somehow always knew when she was lying?

        Her shoulders fell with defeat as she confirmed, “I’m working. I picked up an extra shift so I won’t be home until eleven-ish, maybe midnight.”

        “God, no, Diamond! Why did you say yes to working late on a Friday night?”

        “I…need the money,” Diamond replied as if it wasn’t obvious in the first place. “Some people aren’t born with golden spoons like you, Nes.” 

        From the time she’s known Renesmee since Diamond’s previous roommate dropped out two weeks within the first semester—who was quite literally the nicest and selfless person ever met, whose grandmother occasionally cooked meals and stuffed the pantries with everything found in a grocery store—it was clear her wealth was out of the question. She was always seen with the latest technology, the rarest edition of purses and shoes, and clothes from unheard-of brands, made from raw material that needed to be washed a certain way. Her side of the room was straight out of a Pinterest board compared to Diamond’s side which had all that she needed and a poster of her favorite movie. She had pictures in her gallery from all over the world. She even owned an expensive car that would take Diamond two generations to pay off, and could only imagine the price of her house she goes back to every break. 

        Working wasn’t a word in Renesmee’s vocabulary, but she was a hard-working student. Always up studying while Diamond crashed out in bed. Sometimes it felt like Renesmee was wasting her time in college by how quickly her mind soaked up information. When she’s bored, she’s reading. When she’s about to sleep, she’s reading. When she’s in a good mood, she’s reading. And it wasn’t silly romance or epic fantasies, but thick nonfiction books that gave Diamond a headache, she enjoyed for regular entertainment.

        “You’re right. I should be mindful of others' situations and I apologize if I came off ignorant.” Renesmee’s apology would’ve caught Diamond off guard if it wasn’t a usual occurrence. Being wrong and taking accountability was nothing she feared. “But I really needed you off today or at least out by six.”

        Diamond paused. “How’d you know I was originally off today?”

        “You write your schedule color-coded on the calendar pinned above your bed, silly. Quite literally hard to miss.”

        “Oh…right.” Her face heated in embarrassment and picked at a piece of shredded lamb before plopping it in her mouth. “So what’s happening at six?”

        “Technically it happens later, but remember my aunt I told you about? The psychic one? Yeah, well, I asked her to look into your future—“

        “Now why would you do that?”

        “You’re my roommate…and my first college friend. I wanted to make sure you’ll stay in my life forever, or however long life gives. Soft spoiler—I overacted over nothing.” Her nervous chuckle failed to comfort herself, admitting words Diamond found hard to believe. 

        Her first college friend? Renesmee was always surrounded by people on campus. Of course, when her boyfriend Jacob wasn’t there to scare everyone away with one look. 

        But the feeling was mutual. Although Renesmee wasn’t Diamond’s first friend in college, she valued their friendship and wanted it to last. The soft spoiler confused her though. 

        Renesmee’s chippy personality came back to life. “Anyway, I asked her to look into your future and she told me something life-changing will happen tonight.” She mused.

        “If it’s Karan coming back with a mop, tell her it’s already too late.” Diamond said into another bite.

        “I have no idea who that is but he has nothing to do with tonight.”

        “You know I don’t believe in that shit, Nes. I gave up wishing on a star and learned to accept reality, or whatever form of reality I choose to accept.”

        She sighed. “I know, but you gotta trust me on this one.”

        “Why?”

        Silence filled the line but not for too long.

        “I can’t say just yet, it’ll spoil the future but trust me. You’ve been ranting about how boring and lonely your life has been since moving to Seattle, wanting to spice it up and meet new people. And I get it, it's not like Florida, but this will change everything. It’s exactly what you need and have been searching for.” She said and there was noise in the background. Faded music, shouting voices, and lots of thick wind. “Come down to La Push. There’s a bonfire happening with lots of hot guys from university and drinks, and the beach—which you’ve said you miss. I can also really use the company of my friend. Please come! Please, please !”

        La Push? 

        That was the exact plan Diamond turned down when a few members on the track team asked if she would pop out. Because Mrs. Devgn asked first about the shift, she declined the outing. This had to be a coincidence. A crazy one that was four damn hours away.

        “La Push is nearly four hours away for one. Two, It’s cold as hell. Three, I don’t have a car and Ubering there in this economy is probably over two hundred dollars. Money I’m not tryna spend over she-say.”

        “Not a problem! I’ll Venmo you the money. The cold never bothered you anyway, the bonfire will keep you warm if you get cold.”

        “I can’t take that from you.” Diamond shut down quickly.

        “Why not? There’s more where it came from, remember? Golden spoon.”

        “I don’t wanna be indebted to you.”

        “What debt? I’m inviting you so I should be the one to take care of the expenses. I promise it’s okay. You don’t need to pay me back.” There was a short pause on the line because Renesmee came back. “Scratch that—pay me back by coming. I’ll hold it over your head if you don’t.”

        Diamond never met this aunt Renesmee constantly brought up and chatted with on the phone, or maybe she had and didn’t know with the many people her roommate attracted like a moth to light. But one thing was certain, she made one hell of a case. 

        Her life has been boring maintaining the same sleep-work-practice-homework schedule, and never felt more alone than she had when first arriving in Washington. Diamond wouldn’t consider herself a borderline introvert, but she would never go out her way to introduce herself to strangers unless it was necessary. Unlike those fortunate enough to link with another upon first meeting, Diamond needed time to warm up to someone. Only then could she be her unfiltered self. But because of those limits she was hesitant to push has caused her life to spiral into uncertainty and unfulfilled satisfaction. 

        Aside from her job, Diamond had nothing to lose. If her roommate’s supposedly psychic aunt swore down this night would change the trajectory of her sad life, then the risk—including the freezing weather and the four-hour long drive—was worth it. 

         “Fine. I’ll come to this stupid bonfire and see what the hype is about.” Diamond agreed and had to hold the phone away from Renesmee squealing with excitement.

        “Thank you! I’ve already sent the money. Come as fast as you can, I’ll see you here!”

————————————-

      𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘. The cost to Uber to La Push wasn’t worth the risk and she dreaded the price of heading back to U.W. Even though Renesmee didn’t mind covering the cost, two hundred was still a lot and four hours spent on the road for a word of mouth was delusion at its finest. Hopefully, she could catch a ride back with Renesmee since they were roommates; anything to save money and the installed mindset of feeling indebted even toward genuine acts of kindness.

        The parking lot was overfilled with cars packed with party-goers like sardines, dragging their friends to race across the sand and meet others dancing around multiple lit bonfires and scattered tents. Diamond removed her shoes and socks to bury her toes in the cool white sand. She closed her eyes and inhaled the salty dry breeze. It reminded her of Florida aside from the cold, home she missed very much. 

        “Diamond! You made it!” 

        Diamond opened her eyes to Renesmee running toward her in a royal blue two-piece bathing suit with a black sheer cover-up tied around her waist. Her long brunette hair danced with the wind, and she had the biggest smile on her pale face with her arms stretched out, knocking Diamond slightly off her feet when she came crashing against her. 

        Diamond hugged her back with a warm laughter as she balanced herself and Renesmee apologized. She was almost convinced her friend matched her height until she realized Renesmee was lifting on her toes. Not that she was much taller, only an inch or two apart.

        “I’m so happy you’re here! You’re in for one hell of a night.” Renesmee pulled away from the hug first, radiating indescribably youth and beauty.

        “I would hope so since that’s why I’m here.”

        She shook her head with a knowing smile. “How were you able to get off early? I thought your boss was strict on busy days?”

        “They are, but I lied. Said I was feeling queasy. My boss offered ginger tea and wanted me to wait it out and see how I felt after a while, but ultimately let me go home. Speaking of which, I am riding back with you right?”

        “Of course. I would never leave you here stranded though, I doubt you’ll leave with me after tonight anyway.” Her dark arched brows wiggled, hinting at whatever her supposedly psychic aunt saw in Diamond’s future.

        A gift she still refused to believe as it was impossible to see the future and Renesmee had a weird sense of humor. Anything said out of her mouth couldn't be trusted on rare occasions especially when speaking about her insanely wealthy family. Aside from that, she’s very honest for the most part. 

        “Oh, I definitely will be leaving with you without a doubt.”

        Renesmee shook her head, chuckling. Then she wrapped an arm around Diamond’s and pulled her toward the coolers near the grills flipping over burgers and hot dogs. They popped open two cool bottles of strawberry seagrams. The fizzled fruity taste was more like soda than alcohol, a drink easily finished and grabbed for another round. Mango flavor this time. 

        “I know that’s not Diamond all the way out here? Outside and at a party?” Before she could turn and see who called her out, an arm threw itself around her neck, pulling on her braids. “You said you were picking up an extra shift and couldn’t make it. You lying bitch!”

        Diamond knew it was Kimi, her track teammate. She had rich russet skin and wide-set expressive eyes. Her dark loose curls were thrown in a messy bun, dressed in jean shorts and a hot pink bikini top, showing off her athletic figure. Next to her was Tayen, also another track teammate. She had dyed her hair pink but the color had dulled and her roots were growing in black. Neither opposed the chilly weather and treated it like a regular sunny day.

        Renesmee spoke up before Diamond could. “That’s because I convinced her to put herself over her job. It’s also her first time in La Push so treat her nice.”

        Tayen clasped a hand against Diamond’s shoulder after she was freed from Kimi as if commencing her first experience. “Welcome to La Push and our humbly reservation home to the Quileute tribe, which is open to all who respect our land, culture, and people.”

        Kimi leaned forward, covering her mouth as she whispered, “between me and you, this is only a step into the reservation. If you truly want a taste of our enriching culture—my culture as a Makah, I would speak to the elders. God knows they love sharing a good story about our guiding spirits, ancient legends, and whatnot.”

        “I’ll consider it, thank you.” Diamond said, sipping her drink and tightening her tote bag on her shoulder. She had no idea where her tribe was located but it didn’t dull the excitement to learn about it and more. 

        “Don’t pressure her, Kimi,” Tayen chuckled. “She’s always migrating people to her grandma so she doesn’t have to sit and listen to her talk off her ear.” 

        Kimi playfully shoved Tayen aside to defend herself and this vile accusation that gave Diamond and Renesmee a good laugh. “Hey, she loves fresh new faces! She’s practically forcing me to bring people home even if I gotta kidnap them and drag them across the damn border.”

        Renesmee threw out a protective arm, guiding Diamond behind her. “No one’s kidnapping my roommate so don’t even think about it. I promised to get her home in one piece.”

        Kimi lifted her hands in defeat, finally backing off.

        Renesmee turned to Diamond and took in her attire. “I hope you’re not planning on getting wet in jeans?” She asked and her brows furrowed in confusion. 

        “It’s sixty degrees…?”

        “That’s what the bonfire and alcohol is for, track star. We've ran in colder conditions. You’ll warm up in no time.” Tayen said, which was true. This weather was nothing to her but a different kind of cold compared to Florida. Shorts were still acceptable clothing during Florida’s chilly days, but in Washington, shorts was basically signing a death wish.

        “You did bring a bathing suit, right?” Asked Renesmee. “Where’s your bag?”

        “What bag? I left work straight here,” she chewed her bottom lip, motioning toward her plain black jacket, t-shirt, and jeans. “This is all I have.”

        Renesmee kissed her teeth. “I told you to bring a bag. It’s beach night! Every couple of months the reservation hosts a beach party open to the public. There’s fun activities, movies, music, games, and the only few opportunities we can stay on the beach and sleep in cute tents without being fined.”

        “That’s not what you told me.” Diamond said. “You told me to show up so I assumed this was a few hours type situation then we drive back, not an overnight thing. Why didn’t you tell me all this when we were on the phone? You know I know nothing about this state besides U.W. let alone bonfire night in a city I’ve never been to.”

        Her eyes narrowed with guilt. “Oh. It must’ve slipped my mind when I got too excited about you coming. I’m sorry.”

        Of course, Diamond wasn’t mad at her roommate. It was an honest mistake. “It’s fine. I just don’t have anything else to wear, and I’m not particularly fond of swimming in ice-cold water. I’m unprepared which I don’t like being. But I guess I can participate for the night.”

        Another risk she was willing to take.

        “Okay, don’t panic ladies, I brought extra bathing suits. You’re free to borrow either one and any other stuff needed for tonight. There’s also plenty of shops in Forks too.” Kimi and the rest offered to chip in to ensure a smooth night. 

        Kimi was already guiding Diamond away from the beach and from Tayen and Renesmee to her small black car in the parking lot.

        She changed in the backseat while Kimi kept watched, and talked Diamond’s ear off about various topics. Most were of those she hadn’t met, coach being a pain in the ass last practice, homework due tonight that she hadn’t started on; and had even proposed Diamond should share a tent with her and Tayen since Renesmee would obviously be sleeping with her boyfriend, to which Diamond agreed. She didn’t want to impose on their lovey-doveyness. It would be awkward too. The two were inseparable.

        The strapless one-piece was a little loose around the chest area but it was a perfect fit. They wore the same size in clothes though Kimi was more muscular with bigger breasts and wider hips as opposed to Diamond with both the thighs and the ass but somewhat smaller breasts. She tied her small-sized braids back from her face and shoved her clothes into her tote bag before getting out. 

        Renesmee was spotted with her boyfriend Jacob as they were walking back to the beach. Tayen was nowhere to be found, nothing out of the ordinary. There were a lot more shirtless men than there were before. All long-haired, muscular, with a tribal tattoo on their arm much similar to Jacob's if not the same. And all unaffected by the chilly weather.

        Jacob had his arms wrapped around her slim body, reaching over her shoulder to bite into the chili hotdog Renesmee was feeding him. She squealed when chili kept dropping on her, so he struck out his tongue and licked wherever it fell along her skin. 

        Diamond wasn’t aware of the creepy smile on her face until her cheeks were aching. Renesmee and Jacob were disgustingly cute together, practically meant to be. Their warm interaction highlighted the loneliness weighing her heart. They had the type of love Diamond wanted to experience someday if life allowed it to happen.

         She hadn’t the best experience with love. She hadn’t even been in a relationship before or surpassed the talking stage. Most was due to her priorities with track and solidifying her career so she wouldn’t end up like her mother, stuck in the same neighborhood she was raised in. Comfortable with nothing and too afraid to feed on any inner ambition. 

        But also because the wanna-be men in her life weren’t looking for a partner but a replacement for their mother.

        And while Diamond was content by herself with friends, she still hoped to live out that first love fantasy in time.

        “Oh, Diamond! Kimi! You’re back already.” With a gasp, Renesmee placed the half-eaten hotdog back on the plate and tried to pull free from Jacob but his arms kept her secure against his broad chest.

        She slapped his arms, but it didn’t stop his tongue from grazing up her neck and reaching her earlobe. Her cheeks burned bright red as he muttered something that only she could hear unless it was the fire casting its glow.

        Kimi gagged as if she heard him. “You guys are disgusting.”

        “Jacob!” Renesmee giggled, hitting him again. “You’re so—let me go! We’re in company.”

        “They don’t mind.” He said while kissing along the rim of her ear. Renesmee rolled her eyes, yet didn’t stop him this time.

        “I mind. Plus you reek of outside!”

        “You never minded it.”

        Renesmee said nothing, proving his point.

        Kimi looked past the couple and stood straight when someone or something caught her attention. “Hi, Edward!” She greeted the mass of people with a wave Diamond was unable to pinpoint. 

        Jacob immediately ripped himself off Renesmee and composed himself into a respectable man any woman would bring home to meet her family. No longer the horny man whispering nonsense in his girlfriend’s ear, who also pushed herself from her boyfriend. The quick action caused the hotdog to slip off the paper plate. She adjusted her bikini top before pushing her voluminous hair over her shoulders to cover her chest. 

        Kimi’s face deepened a dark color of red, her lips pressed tight and her cheeks were inflated with air as she struggled to contain her laughter. It was then when the couple looked back to nothing that she couldn’t hold it anymore and laughed in their faces.

        Jacob kissed his teeth while pushing back his short dark hair. “You play too damn much. He’s not even allowed on our land without permission.”

        “Yet you still fell for you.” Kimi hugged her stomach, laughing still. Jacob jumped at her and she flinched, but it didn’t stop her laughter.

        “Edward?” Diamond questioned while slipping on her jacket. The name sounded familiar but couldn’t be sure since her roommate talked about people often when Diamond’s just getting back from practice so their names mush together.

        “My d—my cousin. You’ve met him before, remember? Tall and moody with bright eyes.” Renesmee knelt to pick up the sandy hotdog and placed it on the plate which Jacob took from her to toss out. 

        “Ah right.”

        Diamond did remember her cousin, Edward. He visited every once in a while with his wife, Bella. They often took Renesmee out on weekly dinners that would last for hours or even days and had her coming back to the dorm at odd hours. They were nice and welcoming and Edward even once guessed a thought on Diamond’s mind before she said it. 

        Though it’s strange because while they weren’t Renesmee’s parents, whom she had never met, as young as they were, their interactions were far from cousins and more parental. Their appearances alone were uncanny especially when compared to Bella. The two of them were constantly hitting her line. 

        “Jacob, you remember Diamond?” Renesmee changed the subject when Jacob returned with another hotdog.

        He extended his hand toward Diamond which she took. “The roommate, of course. We always meet in awkward situations.”

        “We do.” Oftentimes when the couple were engaging in sexual activities. Renesmee forgets to give Diamond a heads up or put something on the door, which sucked on days when she couldn’t wait to rot in bed after studies.

        “We should change that. I hear so much about you from Nessy, I feel we’re already the best of friends.” It came out as a tease directed to his girlfriend who didn’t mind him. Her attention was fixated on their surroundings, scanning the crowd as if searching for danger. 

        “Likewise and we should.” Diamond agreed. Her reply sounded as awkward as it was. Jacob wasn’t a stranger in a sense but they weren’t close on any level. Their only connection was Renesmee.

        “Anyway, I’m glad you could make it. Tonight will be a festive of activities so don’t be afraid to step outside your comfort zone and let loose.”

Renesmee hooked an arm around Jacob’s, resting her head against his shoulder. “Lots of big personalities which I know you love very much.” It was said in a teasing manner but she wasn’t wrong.

Diamond had a habit of surrounding herself with big personalities she often could hide behind. Aside from that, she was starting to look forward to tonight aside from whatever the future held. The alcohol kept her warm as well as the bonfire they stood by, feeling herself loosen up. She needed a break from her usual routine—fresh air.

        “Why you’re back so early from patrol?” Kimi asked out of nowhere and Diamond felt their eyes on her for reasons she didn’t care to analyze. 

        Her attention was captured by a fifteen year old girl playing in the water with a boy who looked around her age, possibly a bit older. He would howl like a wolf and beat his chest like a monkey, his short curly hair gone with the wind with his tattoo—just like Jacob—on display. The girl covered her face in embarrassment and splashed water on him with her other hand, causing him to rush after her. 

        They weren’t the only cute couple in the mix of locals and drunk college students, existing as if only they existed. Jacob and this guy weren’t the only ones showing off this particular tribal tattoo, though it seemed those with it were occupied by a romantic partner. It was like it was an initiation before getting into a relationship.

        Jacob ran a hand through his short hair, a stressful sigh filling his lungs as he spoke. “Something’s wrong with Seth.” At this, Kimi panicked and bombarded Jacob with hordes of questions that he had to lift his hand to quiet her so he could continue. “Seth’s fine. He’s as healthy as the rest of us, but we had to cut patrolling short because he needed to come back.”

         “Why?” Kimi inquired and Jacob shrugged.

        “Who the fuck knows. It’s Seth. His mind was distracted and the p—” A quick look in Diamond’s direction was noted. “—the group struggled to concentrate, so I allowed him to return. But I got worried and followed behind to check on him and ensure he hadn’t knocked his head somewhere. He’s acting stranger than usual.”

        So were they, but Diamond didn’t question anything outwardly.

        Kimi sighed with relief upon hearing this. “That’s Seth for you. My cousin’s always been a little weird since I can remember. He’s probably hungry.” She chuckled and everyone but Diamond, who didn’t know this person or what he was like, agreed. 

        “Probably so, it sounds like him for sure. But if Seth is in any kind of trouble I’ll be the first to know, so don’t go alerting Sue or your sister Emily yet.” Jacob pulled Renesmee closer to his side with an arm around her waist. She molded against him, a perfect fit. They were like magnets; unable to go a moment without physical contact.

        Kimi tilted back her head to drink the rest of her bottle, only to quickly realize it was emptied. “I need another well-deserved drink after breaking my track record by nine seconds. Diamond, let’s leave these lovebirds to their disgusting conversation.”

        Renesmee playfully rolled her eyes. “Our conversation is pretty tamed compared to others.”

        “Yes, and I’m never free from them when we’re together.”

        Diamond did agree to go with Kimi for another drink, leaving Renesmee behind with her boyfriend who wanted her to remain close. She was in need of another drink, unable to put down the seagrams, and in need of food—something to snack on since Mrs. Devgn’s cooking hit the spot. There were more leftovers, tied in a plastic bag shoved in her purse that hung heavy on her shoulder. 

        Opting for two little bags of chips, Renesmee was overheard telling Jacob something he needed to know regarding Seth. But instead of outright telling him with words, Diamond watched as her hand caressed his muscular arm in a prolonged manner, starting from his wrist. No words were exchanged the entire time but Jacob’s eyes snapped in Diamond’s direction with shock. She tore away her gaze toward Kimi pouring herself a drink from a questionable clothed bottle. However it was too late since they knew she was watching.

        “Are you sure?” His question carried far, and Diamond could now feel their gazes burning holes through her head. It made her self-conscious for some reason. 

        Like they knew this bathing suit wasn’t a perfect fit, or she’s had way too many seagrams and didn’t save any for everyone else, or there was something on her face no one was telling her about, or something worse. 

        Jacob shook his head with a chuckle. “That explains everything. Sue will faint once she hears of this.” He responded to Renesmee whose voice hadn’t been heard at all.

        But the strangest part—which had nothing to do with Diamond—was how they communicated without words. Spot on as if they were reading each other’s minds. It wasn’t the first she caught her roommate conversing in that manner, and by the looks of it, it wouldn’t be the last. 

        Kimi returned with her red cup filled with a brown-like substance and offered the cup to Diamond. “Wanna sip? This is the real shit you can’t just buy from any local booze store. This batch takes our elders over forty years to brew, traditions that've been passed down for centuries. Could even be called a potion.”

        Diamond took the cup and sniffed it. The strong smell forced her head back and cleared her throat as it burned through her nostrils and down her throat. “What’s in it?” She asked while fighting to control her expression so as not to offend anyone. The smell only caught her off guard.

        “Never asked, never cared.” She shrugged. The hype music had her swaying her hips and mouthing lyrics to the wrong part of the song. “Fair warning though, it’ll have you so fucked up you’ll be dining with Jesus himself.”

        Diamond handed back the cup. “No thanks. I’m not tryna dine with a dead man in a place I’ve never been before with people I’m meeting for the first time. That’s a crime scene waiting to happen.”

        “A sip won’t do much but have you light-headed and warm. Few more sips will have you lightly fucked up, but it’ll all wear off in a few hours or so. No pressure though.”

        Kimi added the last part in case she was coming off too strong. Diamond didn’t feel like being light-headed for a few hours, but her curiosity got the best of her. She also didn’t want to turn down a drink with history behind it that Kimi willingly shared. It was an experience she wouldn’t have again.

        She took the cup and did her best not to smell it while taking a sip bigger than expected. Its bitter taste burned down Diamond’s throat immediately upon contact, forcing her to cough like a mad woman. The alcohol left a strange sweet aftertaste. 

        “What the fuck?” Diamond heaved.

        Kimi took the cup before anything spilled. “Yeah,” she chuckled while rubbing Diamond’s back, agreeing with her reaction. “It gets better after a few times.”

        “I’m barely surviving my first time.”

        “You’re doing better than most.”

        Diamond decided then to stick with her seagrams especially when her environment started tilting. She grabbed onto Kimi’s arm to level herself. She knew what she was getting herself into but didn’t expect one sip to affect her like this. More like she didn’t believe Kimi, which she described as a potion.

        Kimi was looking over Diamond’s shoulder when she squealed right into her ear. “Speak of the Devil, there goes little Seth.” 

        She waved behind Diamond and she turned to see an attractive guy heading toward their direction from what she could make out through her tilting environment. He appeared tall from the distance growing shorter and was one of the few who wore a shirt. A plain sleeveless gray shirt that hung at the side and showcased his tribal tattoo, as well as his well-built figure. Not big and bulky like the rest of the men, neither was he lanky and thin. His curly long hair was tied messily back with loose strands shaping his youthful face, and his russet-colored skin glowed beneath the moonlight.

        He was cute. The outline of him was cute.

        It didn’t hit Diamond that she was staring him down, unable to look away when their eyes met. Like some weird mystical force refusing her to look elsewhere until she forcefully ripped away her gaze—way too fast that she gripped Kimi’s arm tighter to steady herself from falling over. Fuck this drink was strong.

        Kimi didn’t mind being used as a rest stop since it was her drink she offered. She assured Diamond she was okay and her symptoms were normal, but if something didn’t feel right to alert her immediately. She felt fine for now.

        But when glancing back at the guy, supposedly Seth, chills scorned her arms because he looked at Diamond, as if she was the only woman to exist in his world. His surroundings weren’t of his concern.

        She looked away again. 

        Kimi stepped forward when he was within feet. “Seth, you alright? Jacob told me you weren’t feeling—” She was pushed passed and Diamond knew he was standing directly in front of her.

        “Um…” She stepped back, unsure what this man wanted and why he stopped directly in front of her when his cousin called for him. “Hi? Can I help you?”

        A firm arm slid around Diamond’s back, his hand cupping her chin, brushing his thumb along her glossy lips. Diamond flinched at his heated touch, nearly feverish. He lifted her face to meet his strucken gaze displaying a range of emotions. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, taking in every detail of her face. “I love you already.”

        Diamond opened her mouth to protest but was fed her words when the stranger leaned forward to capture her lips. Her pulse quickened when he took a chance to deepen the kiss further when her lips parted in shock. The kiss didn’t have a consistent rhythm. In truth, it was sloppy, possibly due to Diamond struggling to participate against an eager kisser taking everything for himself. Though she wasn’t one to speak.

        This was her first official kiss. Minus kissing games back in freshman year in high school that were quick and short due to shyness and not having enough players.

        And this stranger stole it. 

        Diamond quickly came to her senses and lifted both her hands—one filled with the bags of chips—and pushed at his broad chest. He was much stronger than he looked, it was like pushing at a rock. He immediately tore himself off once deciphering her attempt.

        “What the fuck is your problem?” There was not one inch of guilt on his face and it pissed her off. 

        So she slapped him. 

        Hard.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍��

If you like what you read and wish to read more of this fic, you can read more at :

-> SAY Masterlist (everything you need to know about this fic and what it contains, especially important A/N)

-> SAY Chapter Masterlist (easy access to all chapters posted here)

-> Ao3 (if you prefer to read this fic there. It’s cross-posted)

[cozycryptidcorner]

Analise Summer Reyes

From This Family Tree

Analise Summer Reyes was born in late November, 2256 in Nepal to her mother, Nevada Reyes. Summer was born 50% deaf in one ear, and 75% deaf in the other, slowing her earlier developmental milestones. Once her deafness was detected, Summer's mother began teaching her daughter CSL and looked into installing a microaid to assist with hearing.

Summer had a robust early childhood with her mother, who often had to travel for work. Despite her mother being a Venusian citizen, most of her work involved being on Earth, both as a Venusian diplomat, and as private consultant for a Seattle-based research firm. Nevada would take Summer everywhere with her, swaddled up in a stroller or wrapped to her chest.

Given her familial history, Summer began exhibiting magical abilities before she was even born. While carrying her, her mother noted that she was remarkably lucky, in a suspiciously supernatural way. Foods she would crave would mysteriously appear in the cabinets, no matter where she was, things she needed would unceremoniously appear, and accidents would only unfold outside of a comfortable radius.

After she was born, her magical abilities developed rapidly. Despite her dyslexia, she would scribble strange words and lettering on the floor, be able to speak in a language no one was familiar with, and would even accidentally summon creatures unknowable to the common populace. The research institute her mother worked for took great interest in her abilities, especially once they found out who her father was- well, what he could do.

When Nevada's work became more dangerous, Summer would be left with a relative, sometimes her Uncle Eli, sometimes, her step-grandma (Mar-Mar), and eventually, one of her father's cousins. Her father did not know of her existence until she was three.

Once back in her life, her father made it his personal mission to train her in ways of magic, much to her mother's chagrin. But in order to control the magical impulses, Summer had to learn about the craft.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Alternative Ending

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed

Author's Note:

Whilst I am sad to see this story come to an end, I would like to happily announce that this is not the end of Delia and Andy's story. There will be a second instalment coming very soon called Saviour II, so please be sure to keep your eyes peeled. I would like to take this moment to thank every single person who has followed the development of this story and who has stuck by it. I have spoken to some amazing people and every like, comment and message has been so valuable to me. I hope to see you all in the second story.

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It had been a week since Delia's disappearance, since finding Delia's phone out in the streets, the police had hit a dead end of the case. No one in the group was dealing well with the waiting around, they were waiting for any sort of update, promising news, a miracle, even an absolution; that never came. Andy was not coping well in the slightest, no one in the group knew what to do, however, Andy had found comfort in talking to Delia's mum. He had phoned her one time apologising to her and blaming himself, of course Tamara knew deep down it was not Andy who was to blame.

"Hello?" Lonny asks after answering his phone; everyone in the group had turned to look in his direction, they were praying it was something good. "Okay, thank you."

"Lonny? What was that?" Andy asks as he watches Lonny's face drop.

"Delia, they found Delia." Lonny chokes out as tears fall down his face.

"That's good right?" Shevy asks trying to be hopeful; but realistically everyone knew how they had found her, they just needed to hear Lonny say it.

"She didn't make it." Lonny continues to cry "They found her in the Seattle ferry landing pier."

"No, no. It's not her. How do they know it's her? Are they sure?" Andy screams through tears as CC instantly wraps his arms around the singer to stop him doing anything erratic.

"We need to go and identify the body to be sure..." Lonny looks down at his feet sadly "But they're confident it's Delia."

"I, erm, I can't. I can't do that." Shevy stutters "I'll erm, I'll stay here and call her parents but I can't go to- I can't do that."

"I'll do it." Jake speaks sadly; the whole ordeal was bring back memories of when he has lost his mother, but someone had to do it.

"You sure Jake?" Jinxx asks; he could tell exactly what Jake was thinking "I'll come with you."

"It's not her, I'm telling you it's not her. The police, they've got it wrong, they've surely got it wrong." Andy continues to angrily shout through his sobs before he completely breaks down and falls to the floor "I never- I never got to tell her properly how I felt. I think I was falling in love."

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Delia's body was able to be transported back to Ohio pretty soon after they had identified her; the police had no reason to perform anymore checks on her and they were more focused on trying to find out who this monster committing these crimes was before another woman could fall prey to them. Shevy and the band travelled to Ohio alongside Delia and were present for the planning of her funeral; the 6 of them also put money forward to help her parents with the cost of it all. But alas, the dreaded day had finally arrived, the day they had to lay Delia to rest.

"Dear Delia." Andy starts trying to keep his tears at bay; standing up in front of everyone next to her coffin was proving harder than any performance he had ever done. "I know I may not have shown it, but you were the best person to have entered my life in a long time. I wish we had gotten more time together and I wish I had told you how I felt sooner, but I know you are always going to be a part of me; I hope that wherever you are now you're safe."

Many tears were shed throughout the service by the band, Shevy and her parents. It was only the 8 of them that attended, Tamara and Nick had explained how they did not have any other family and that it was always just the 3 of them, Delia never did have a close friend circle as she was always so career driven. After the burial the group slowly dispersed, some stayed by Delia's grave to pay their final respect, Shevy was struggling to stay so decided to go get Delia's favourite coffee in her honour and Andy, he went and stood on the side lines of the cemetery; he could not bare the sight of the coffin containing Delia in the ground, but at the same time he was not ready to leave her yet.

"Andy?" Tamara catches Andy off guard slightly "I wish we had met in better circumstances."

"So do I Tamara." Andy nods sadly.

"You know, Delia phoned me a couple of times whilst on tour to tell me about you and ask for my advice, she may not have admitted it fully but I know my daughter; she really liked you a lot." Tamara explains "Whatever happened between the two of you, just know that I hold absolutely no hard feelings towards you Andy. I know you would have pulled through and been exactly what Delia needed. If ever you need us or you find yourself in Ohio, mine and Nick's door is always open for you."

"thank you Tamara, that means so much." Andy smiles sadly as Tamara pulls him close for a hug. Eventually she breaks the hug and walks away just as Nick approaches.

"You know, when I was ill, I would always tell Delia to look for me in my next life as a wolf. It was then Delia decided she wanted to come back as a blackbird." Nick explains trying to bring Andy some comfort "Just look out for the blackbirds, that's what I'll be doing."

Just as Nick walks away, a black bird lands a few feet away from Andy before proceeding to just stare at him.

"Hey Delia." Andy whispers softly to the bird as he watches it slowly tilt its head before flying off again, that's when Andy feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Andy, you going to be okay mate?" Lonny asks "You know me and Rhita are happy to have to stay with us if you ever need it."

"Thanks Lonny, but I think I'm going to be okay." Andy nods as he continues to stare at where the blackbird was just minutes ago.

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Since returning to Ohio, Andy had been staying with his parents and trying to fix his relationship with them; although neither of his parents knew how to help their son with the loss he was going through. Instead, Andy found himself in his room most of the time just staring at the ceiling; not this night though.

His parents had kept the electric keyboard in his room and that night he had found himself sitting at it bashing notes, trying out chord progressions and playing on words in his song writing journal he had. After a few hours, Andy stared down at the words and chords he had put together and he felt satisfied.

"I'm not one to believe in Heaven or Hell." Andy starts conversation with himself whilst hoping Delia could hear him "I just hope that wherever you are, you're safe now. I meant every word I said earlier and I am so sorry I couldn't protect you. You have changed me in more ways than one Delia Grace Vincent, I could never forget you after that. To prove it, I wrote you a song. You became such a big part of the group and I know we're all going to miss having you around, but now you will always have a place in Black Veil Brides."

Andy shakily takes in a deep breath, his hands find the keys of the keyboard and he starts playing beautifully arranged notes before singing equally as beautiful lyrics to dedicate to Delia.

"Hold on to hope, take back your soul, and they cannot steal the light that shines from who you once were. You're blood and bones left in the cold, so just look into the sky and you'll become the blackbird."

[taatianaad]

Heatwave

The scorching heat hung over Seattle, and the blazing sun seemed to intensify with each passing minute. I, Y/N, decided to take a day off from the hospital and enjoy a quiet day at home with my girlfriend, Carina DeLuca.

However, the oppressive weather was far from friendly, and my body began to protest against the temperature.

Despite having the air conditioning on and the curtains drawn, the heat was relentless, infiltrating our apartment relentlessly. Carina and I tried various ways to combat it: fans, cold drinks, and long showers. But as I attempted to prepare a light lunch in the kitchen, a heatwave hit me, making me stagger.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Carina asked, noticing my suddenly pale expression.

"I'm not sure, Carina. I just feel a bit lightheaded," I replied, trying to ignore the dizziness that was taking over.

The heat seemed to be conspiring against me, enveloping me in an overwhelming sensation. My vision blurred, and I felt the need to sit down before completely losing balance.

Carina quickly approached, concerned. "Come, sit here. Should I call a doctor?"

I shook my head, trying to stay calm. "I don't think it's necessary. I just need a moment."

However, before I could react, a more intense wave of heat hit me. My legs gave way, and I collapsed onto the floor, losing consciousness for a moment.

When I came to, I was lying on the couch with Carina

by my side, looking worried. My body was soaked in sweat, and the sensation of heat persisted.

"Y/N, you scared me. How are you feeling now?" Carina asked, holding my hand with concern.

I struggled to sit up, feeling weak. "I'm okay, just a bit dizzy. But this heat is unbearable."

Carina furrowed her brow, looking around. "We need to do something to cool you down. How about I take you to the room with the air conditioning and help you freshen up a bit?".

I nodded, grateful for her attention and care. Carina helped me up, taking me to the room where the air conditioning offered a welcome respite. I lay on the bed as Carina prepared cold compresses and offered me cold water.

The feeling of relief in being in a cooler environment was instantaneous. Carina sat beside me, gently stroking my hair. "How do you feel now, love?"

"Better," I responded, feeling the coolness starting to alleviate the stuffiness. "Thank you, Carina. This heat really hit me suddenly."

She smiled, placing the cold compress gently on my forehead. "The weather can be relentless sometimes. We need to make sure to keep you cool and comfortable. Maybe we should consider moving to a cooler place or installing a more powerful air conditioner."

I nodded, thankful for her consideration. "That's definitely something we should discuss. But for now, I'm grateful to have you by my side to take care of me."

We spent the rest of the day taking precautions against the extreme heat: resting in a cool room, staying hydrated, and avoiding strenuous activities. Carina made sure I was comfortable at all times, offering her support with love and patience.

As the evening fell and the sun began to relent, I felt the temperature gradually drop. Carina and I decided to take a short walk when the weather was more bearable. The cool breeze and the company of my girlfriend made the day end more relaxed.

That night, as we cuddled together, I reflected on the importance of taking care of oneself in extreme weather conditions and was thankful to have someone like Carina by my side, always ready to offer support and love. Amid the exhausting heat, we found shelter in each other's love and mutual concern, reminding us that together, we could overcome any adversity life threw at us.

[kickthecanrevolution]

I took a day trip to Seattle yesterday to make a bunch of decisions about the remodel. We got almost everything done on our list except the slab that needs to go up onto the fireplace, so I have to go back again on Thursday to get that done.

My sister is so good at this - there is an old rusted railing that I share with the neighboring apartment building, and it’s falling into my property line. She saw someone over there and ran over to say hello and figured out who the owner was based on that conversation, she is so assertive with that stuff where I get a little shy. And her ex-partner is great too helping me with the contractor part of the work. I feel lucky that I have him. We were frantically going from place to place that stopped in to a place called Mean sandwiches where you can look up your sandwich and what it looks like up close on these little old toys you click through (I can’t remember what they’re called)

This is all money I didn’t plan to spend but the mold, the discovery of ants, and the charred wood around the fireplace is pretty scary that could’ve absolutely caused the whole place to burn down make it necessary. In hindsight, I was so so lucky nothing ever happened when I rented this place for so many years. It is fortuitous that the upper unit renter is moving out after saying he never would, and I’m just going to pay attention to that. This needs to be done and I’m going to do it in a way that will last for a really long time. We’ve ordered new flooring, new fireplaces, that will be properly installed, and we are also going to extend the deck and put decking out on the little patio so it covers up the stained cement and put a railing out there for safety.

It’s all work that I should’ve done years ago but thankfully everything is still OK and they’re still time to do it now.

[nirvanabuilders]

Maximizing Space and Layout in a Modern Garage Conversion

A garage conversion can breathe new life into an underused space, turning it into a stylish and functional part of your home. Whether you’re creating a home office, guest suite, or cozy living area, a smart approach to layout and space optimization is key. Here’s how to make the most of every inch during your garage remodeling & conversion, ensuring a space that’s practical and welcoming.

Plan for an Open Layout An open layout can make a converted garage feel more spacious and inviting. By minimizing walls and partitions, you can create a versatile space that accommodates different activities. For example, an open-plan living room can double as a home office or workout area. Open layouts are perfect for maintaining a modern aesthetic, allowing light to flow throughout the space and making the room feel larger.

Focus on Multi-Functional Design When space is limited, every feature should serve more than one purpose. In your garage remodeling & conversion, consider incorporating multi-functional furniture like fold-out sofas, Murphy beds, or built-in desks. These pieces allow you to adapt the space based on your needs, whether it’s hosting guests or creating a quiet work-from-home corner. By prioritizing flexibility, you’ll maximize the functionality of your converted space without sacrificing style.

Use Smart Storage Solutions Storage is often a challenge in garage conversions, but with some creative thinking, you can keep the space organized and clutter-free. Consider adding built-in shelving, wall-mounted cabinets, or floating shelves to maximize vertical space. A custom storage wall can hold everything from books to workout gear while keeping the floor area clear. These solutions not only help optimize the layout but also maintain a clean, modern look that’s ideal for any garage remodeling & conversion.

Maximize Natural Light Natural light can transform a garage conversion from a dark, enclosed space into a bright, welcoming area. During your garage remodeling & conversion, consider installing large windows, glass doors, or even skylights to bring in as much natural light as possible. A bright space feels larger and more open, making it ideal for a modern design. If privacy is a concern, opt for frosted or tinted glass to maintain a balance between light and seclusion.

Define Zones Without Walls To keep the open feel while still creating distinct areas, try using design elements like rugs, furniture arrangement, or partial dividers to define different zones. For instance, you can use a sectional sofa to separate a seating area from a workspace, or a bookshelf to create a subtle division between a bedroom nook and a living area. These techniques help maintain flow while giving the space structure, making your garage remodeling & conversion more versatile.

Invest in Proper Insulation and Ventilation Comfort is key when converting a garage into a living space. Since garages are not usually built for living, adding insulation to walls, ceilings, and floors is crucial to maintain a comfortable temperature year-round. Proper ventilation is also important, especially if the space includes a bathroom or kitchen area. A well-insulated and ventilated space not only feels more like home but also ensures that your garage remodeling & conversion adds value to your property.

Choose Space-Saving Fixtures and Appliances If your conversion includes a small kitchenette or bathroom, look for space-saving fixtures that keep things compact without compromising functionality. Wall-mounted sinks, compact appliances, and corner showers can fit seamlessly into tight areas. These choices help free up floor space, allowing you to create a modern, uncluttered look that aligns with the rest of your home’s design.

Blend the Design with the Rest of Your Home For a smooth transition between your converted garage and the main house, use design elements that match your home’s overall style. Whether it’s matching the flooring, paint colors, or hardware finishes, these small touches make the space feel like a natural extension of your home. This attention to detail ensures that your garage remodeling & conversion doesn’t just add space—it enhances the overall flow and aesthetic of your property.

Make It Your Own with Personal Touches Ultimately, your garage conversion should reflect your unique style and needs. Add personal touches like artwork, plants, or custom lighting fixtures to make the space feel warm and inviting. A few well-chosen decorative elements can transform a practical design into a room that feels truly special, making your garage remodeling & conversion a success.

By focusing on layout, storage, and smart design choices, you can turn your garage into a space that’s as functional as it is stylish. With the right approach, your garage remodeling & conversion can provide the perfect blend of modern design and everyday practicality. Ready to start transforming your garage? Begin planning today, and make the most of this exciting opportunity to expand your home’s living space.

[anewkindofme]

WIP Wednesday

As always, thank you @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad for the tag!

This takes place in "But I'm An Avery". This isn't for the next installment, but for a future one. I put up Mark's POV a week or so back. Here's a look at why Jackson is so upset.

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The ER is abuzz this afternoon. A bus crash on the I-5 has brought in over 20 patients, each with their own set of medical needs. Already, 2 are in surgery. The nurses found 4 that need a plastics consult. They split the cases between Mark, Jackson and Ben. Jackson takes his clipboard and heads for the curtain.

The man is in his 60s according to the chart. Busted up nose that they just barely managed to get the bleeding to stop. Jackson steps closer, still looking at his clipboard.

“Mr. Sturgess, hello. I’m Dr. Avery. I see here you’re complaining about your nose. Can you tell me what happened?”

A familiar, strained voice echoes through the chaos of the ER around him. “I was standing up to speak with the driver when we were hit by the semi. Got knocked to the floor.”

Jackson walks closer. The man’s nose is a gnarly shade of black and blue. It swells up at least twice it’s normal size. Jackson tenderly touches it and the man grits his teeth.

“I want to call an X-Ray,” he says. “It may take a bit, given all that’s going on. But from the looks of it, you may need surgery.”

“Just great. How long will that keep me out of work for?”

“It’s hard to say. What line of work are you in?”

“Counseling.”

Jackson meets the man’s bright blue eyes. There are some scrapes surrounding them, as well as the rest of his face. In comparison to some of the others he’s seen, the man got off lucky. Jackson tilts his head. Sturgess frowns.

“I’m sorry,” Jackson says. “You just seem so familiar.”

“I do a lot of work with the community,” Sturgess offers. “Perhaps that’s it.”

“Maybe.”

Jackson glances back at the clipboard. Duncan Sturgess. Classified as a caregiver. According to the nurse, he gave that information reluctantly.

His eyes scan down the rest of the man’s body. He wears a pair of torn jeans, with burn marks from skidding across the bus. His shirt is a blue polo with white lettering in the corner.

Seattle Correction Camp

Jackson’s heartbeat picks up. He once wore a similar polo, though his was in white. Campers wore white, counselors in green and the head directors, blue. His itched his collarbone and left a nasty rash behind. Especially when paired with the humiliating signs forced around his neck. The most common one reading “Bedwetter”. It took a full decade before he could wear a polo again.

When he heard “bus crash”, he assumed a public city one or maybe even a Greyhound on a trip.

SCC has their own busses. Jackson still remembers the ugly white paint with the name of the “camp” scrawled across the side in gaudy black font.

The first person he met while approaching the bus had deep blue eyes and a full head of blonde hair.

In 16 years, the hair has thinned out, but the eyes remain.

For a moment, Jackson smells smoke. He feels the hand colliding across his cheek. It takes all he has not to whimper in pain.

You’re at the hospital. You’re safe. You’re not bleeding.

One look into those scary blue eyes undoes every bit of his mantra.

“Dr. Avery?” Duncan’s scratchy voice breaks through. “Are you alright?”

Jackson blinks a couple of times. He tries to regulate his breathing, but can barely remember the steps Mark taught him. Instead, he turns and strides out from behind the curtain without another word. He busies to the first nurse he sees and thrusts the clipboard into her hands.

“Y…you need to get Dr. Sloan o…or Dr. Warren for this.”

He doesn’t wait for her to question why.

***

No pressure open tag to anyone who wants to do this!

[castlesflooringwa]

Affordable Flooring Installation in Seattle | Castles Flooring

Castles Flooring offers expert flooring installation in Seattle with a focus on quality, affordability, and customer satisfaction. As a leading flooring company, our skilled flooring contractors handle hardwood, vinyl, and laminate installations with precision. Whether you’re upgrading your home or office, we deliver beautiful, lasting results. Choose Castles Flooring for trusted flooring installation in Seattle — your local experts committed to excellence. Get your free estimate today!

[seattledreamfloors]

If You’re Looking for Hardwood Floor Installation Services in Seattle, WA, You Have Several Options To Choose From

If you're looking for Hardwood Floor Installations in Seattle, WA, you have several options to choose from. Here are some steps to help you find the right professionals for the job:

Search Online: Start by searching online for hardwood floor installation companies in Seattle. Use search engines like Google or online directories like Yelp to find a list of contractors in your area.

Ask for Recommendations: Ask friends, family members, or colleagues who have recently had hardwood floors installed in their homes for recommendations. Personal referrals can be valuable in finding trustworthy contractors.

Check Online Reviews: Read online reviews and ratings for the contractors you find. Websites like Yelp, Angie's List, and Google Reviews can provide insights into the quality of their work and customer satisfaction.

Verify Credentials: Ensure that the contractors you are considering are licensed and insured. This is important for your protection in case of accidents or damage during the installation process.

Request Multiple Quotes: Contact several contractors to request quotes for your project. Be specific about the type of hardwood flooring you want, the square footage of the area, and any other relevant details. This will help you compare prices and services.

Ask for References: Ask contractors for references from past clients. Contact these references to inquire about their experience with the contractor and the quality of the work performed.

Visit Showrooms: If possible, visit the showrooms of the contractors you are considering. This will give you a chance to see the quality of their hardwood flooring materials and get a better sense of their expertise.

Discuss Timeline: Discuss the expected timeline for the project with each contractor. Make sure they can accommodate your schedule and have a clear plan for the installation process.

Get a Written Contract: Once you've chosen a contractor, make sure to get a written contract that outlines all the details of the project, including costs, materials, timelines, and any warranties or guarantees.

Follow up on Permits: Depending on the scope of your project, you may need permits or approvals from your local city or county. Make sure the contractor is aware of and can assist with obtaining any necessary permits.

Here are a few Hardwood Floor Refinishing in Seattle, WA that you can consider (as of my last knowledge update in September 2021). However, please verify their current status and reviews:

Seattle Flooring America: They offer a wide range of hardwood flooring options and installation services.

Seattle Floor Service: They specialize in hardwood floor installation and refinishing services in the Seattle area.

Eco Floors of Seattle: Known for environmentally friendly flooring options, they offer hardwood floor installation services with a focus on sustainability.

Abrams Floors: This family-owned business has been serving the Seattle area for many years and offers hardwood floor installation and refinishing services.

Remember to do your due diligence, obtain multiple quotes, and select a contractor who meets your specific needs and budget. Additionally, make sure to check for any updates or new contractors that may have emerged since my last knowledge update in September 2021.

[hernanpaganini]

When the orphaned gesture is shared becomes ours / Cuando el gesto huérfano se comparte se vuelve nuestro / Beautiful moment captured by @ryanwarnerphotography during his visit to my studio 🎨🌞 Seattle, July 2023. - “Hernan keeps a vintage box of vocabulary words in his studio and gifts a takeaway from the box to studio visitors. I randomly pulled the word ‘elucidation’ - explanation that makes something clear. This word seemed fitting, given that I was privy to elucidate Hernan's quiet, creative intensity, distinctive and wide-sweeping body of work, and innate human magnetism in mere minutes. Rooted in his start as a graphic designer in Buenos Aires, Hernan has produced work in assorted mediums across various stops, including residencies in Spain and Bolivia. Lucky for us, he found his way to Seattle in 2017 and has blessed the arts community with his energy and extraordinary vision. Hernan's studio radiates with color. Works are strewn about the walls and floor, but all meticulously cataloged and organized. It is a space that marinates concept, exploration, and execution. Hernan possesses a rich chronology of art-making from small-scale collage work to ornate sculpture, drypoint studies to one-of-a-kind ceramics, extensive installations, to cut-out musings. Yet, his approach is so fresh, youthful, and energy-giving. You can feel it with him in his space. He is a conduit through which color and light spill through. I got a standing invite to visit the studio whenever I'd like. I'll be taking Hernan up on that offer”

[beaubirds]

Oooh so this is a good post to rant about this a little.

So i grew up moving from place to place, and lived in many different environments. We were in apartments, we were in townhouses, we were in suburbs, and one time we were in a small MANSION. Out of all these places I remember living do you wanna know which one I remember the most? It wasn't the eggshell wall painted apartments with the cream colored too old carpet, or the suburban house in Seattle whose only feature stuck with me was the staircase and how the living room dropped down a step. It certainly wasn't the boxy house with, again, cream colored carpet and eggshell walls (what a staple combo they have going on here).

I remember the mansion. My mom and I still lament over this house to this DAY. Because despite that monster of a house's heating bill and (when we lived in it) it's dangerous back weathered stone porch that dropped off into the yard, this house was GORGEOUS.

The foyer alone is something to gawk at. It had marble pillars and intricate tile floors. The wood was a nice dark red color (oak i think? unsure as I was around 6 to maybe 8 at the time). The kitchen had custom made tile that shimmered. Even the side staircase that had been intended for the house maids and butlers sported a stained glass window that cast amazing shadows.

The piece of glamor the house truly held though was the upstairs bathroom. It was an oval shaped room with once again intricate tiling from the floor to the ceiling, which had a faux skylight installed that was again STAINED GLASS. The centerpiece of this room was a large clawfoot tub that literally took an HOUR to fill. It was great for baths, but you had to earn it damnit.

Of course the rest of the house was a little less glamorous due to our small changes to some rooms on the third floor, but all I can currently recall is the carpet that was put in my sisters room. Every other room had the original wallpaper (as far as I'm aware? or a replacement that happened over the years in approximation to what original was there).

I also remember my room had this little doll bench that I loved to sit and read stories on or line up my stuffed animals. It even had a balcony, though I was not allowed out in it due to its instability and my being a child.

There were only tiny things I remember about the house, like the small closet on the stairs landing that I was convinced a skeleton lived in and would pop out at me. Or how the basement had an eerie feeling due to its bomb shelter in the corner and most of it being unfinished at the time. I remember there being a sun porch but I don't remember going out on it much. There was also the time I was running down the maids staircase after my brother and my sock caught on a nail which sent me tumbling head over heels. Luckily our dad was there at the time and caught me.

This house remains in my head so much. I haven't even mentioned the dining room or the living room, or even the game room and master bedroom (all of which are vague memories at this point for me but I know they were still gorgeous).

And I remember it because of how amazing it was. It was built originally as a showcase house to explore what that neighborhood could have been. It was built with a personality and a style that you just don't see in homes anymore. It wasn't just made to be inhabited it was created to be LIVED IN and remembered the way that I do.

This is why cookie cutter eggshell walls and cream carpet with white fireplaces and led strips should not go into renovated homes. It's why renovated homes shouldn't try to go to that generic style.

A house is supposed to have a soul! A personality! If one wants to have those white style attributes then fine, it's your house, but do that to a house that was made for that! Not a house that still has the chance to show its true colors however faded they may seem.

So believe me, you WANT busy. You want color and style. You want the uniqueness. You won't be able to find that kind of design you got with the home anywhere else for a reason.

I think the thing that makes me the saddest is that the mansion we lived in did eventually get renovated. There were some good renovations for sure, like the back porch absolutely needed more protection rather than the slab of stone that was so worn it was starting to slant. They put in a wooden porch and built up a wonderful garden. They finished the basement and turned the bomb shelter into a home movie theatre.

But they did take down the wallpaper. They repainted the rooms (to their credit they did do colors!) and the moulding along the bottom and the doors were painted white. The clawfoot tub was removed and replaced with a half shower (that to my utter dismay does not stretch from one wall to the other and just cuts off partway {why would you do this it hurts my soul}).

I don't even know if the bench is still there in my old room. I wonder what they put in the skeleton closet. Or which carpet they put in to replace the bowling alley esc carpet my sisters had. I wonder if they fixed the maid stairs. I hope they kept the stained glass.

I remember and miss and love that house more than anywhere I have ever lived. I loved it because it really did have a soul.

[imperiumgroup]

Elevate Your Bathroom Remodel in Seattle with Expert Contractors & Thoughtful Design

Thinking about hiring bathroom renovation contractors in Seattle for a project that not only looks great but functions beautifully? Whether you’re planning a full overhaul or a mid-range facelift, choosing the right bathroom remodeling services can significantly elevate your daily routine and home value.

Why Remodel Your Bathroom?

A well-executed bathroom remodel offers more than aesthetics. You’ll enjoy enhanced efficiency, easier cleaning, better lighting, and a more enjoyable environment. Modern features like low-flow fixtures, textured tiles for safe showers, and smart storage can make your space feel luxurious yet practical.

Key Services Offered by Bathroom Contractors

When working with top-tier bathroom renovation contractors, you can expect a range of fully managed services:

Design-to-build process providing seamless communication and adaptability throughout.

Permit handling, especially for layout changes or plumbing and electrical upgrades.

High-end finishes—from heated floors and walk-in showers to luxurious vanities.

Expert tile, lighting, and plumbing installation for lasting quality

Planning Tips for a Successful Remodel

Set a realistic budget & timeline – Mid-range remodels typically cost around $15,000 and recoup up to 64% of their value.

Focus on functionality – Consider layouts that enhance usability, add storage, or incorporate features like shower benches.

Choose materials wisely – Small, textured tiles improve safety in wet zones; durable plumbing fixtures avoid costly issues.

Engage pros early – A design-build contractor ensures efficient coordination, smooth communication, and fewer delays.

The Hiring Advantage

Hiring professional contractors saves you from juggling subcontractors and navigating permitting yourself. You’ll benefit from:

A single point of contact

Faster timelines

Superior craftsmanship

A finished bathroom that’s safe, compliant, and resale-ready

Ready to Upgrade?

If you're in Seattle and want a bathroom remodel that combines comfort, efficiency, and lasting value, opt for experienced bathroom renovation contractors who deliver seeing results from concept through completion. Let your remodel be both stunning and smart—designed for real life.