#T: Small Israel “Izzy” Hands

[amuseoffyre]

Don’t Tell Mama - #452

After a long and lovely soak in the hot tub, where Ed had filled him in on everything that had happened with his auntie, they had both agreed that a quiet evening on the balcony was definitely in order. The only thing left to do was go out and get some food.

Stede had left Ed playing some kind of join-the-gems game on his phone and headed out into town to find something portable to eat.

When he came back, nearly an hour later, he was surprised to hear Ed’s voice talking to someone when he opened the door.

“Yeah, no, we need to add at least one more.”

“I’ll run through your list.” That sounded suspiciously like Izzy Hands. “See if anyone’s still free.”

Stede stooped to unlace his shoes, stepping out of them, and trotted across the room to peer out onto the balcony. Ed was sitting at the table, a scatter of scrap paper around him, scribbling down notes, his phone lying on the tabletop beside him.

“Evening, love,” he said. “What are we doing?”

“Working,” Izzy replied succinctly from speakerphone.

Ed looked up with an apologetic grin. “We were catching up and I realised I forgot to sort out a line-up officially for our big re-opening.”

“Oh! Shit!” Stede pulled up the other chair. “We did! Is it too late? Are we fucked?”

Izzy snorted. “We’ve got a solid crew. Even without impressive guests we can pull together a fucking epic opener.”

We, Stede thought happily. “Well, that’s good. We left matters in very capable hands, didn’t we, Ed? Wonderful work, Israel.”

Ed shot him a crooked grin when Izzy sputtered and swore. “I’ll let you go, man,” he said. “We’ve got dinner.”

“I’ll let you know how I get on,” Izzy said and hung up without so much as a farewell.

“He really doesn’t grasp the concept of manners, does he?” Stede said, lifting the bags of takeaway up onto the table.

“He can when he wants to,” Ed replied, gathering up the pile of scrappy notes into a heap to make space for the boxes. He gratefully grabbed one of the boxes, peeling off the lid and making a delighted noise at the pile of steaming pasta.

“And you caught him up on today?” Stede guessed, opening his own chicken and rice box. “It’s awful early for him to be up.”

“Mm.” Scooping up forkfuls of pasta, Ed nodded, mouth full. “Told me I could phone him.”

They both munched in silence for a bit and Stede kept a thoughtful eye on him. Izzy was a rough and abrasive kind of person, but there was no doubt that he cared for Ed in his own particular way. For example, inviting Ed to call him at 5am in the morning when they all knew Izzy was grumpy as standard but before 10am, he could be downright murderous. And that Ed could lean on him in ways Stede didn’t quite understand.

“Did Izzy know your mum well?” he asked after a while. “If she was at the opening of the Queen Anne?”

That made Ed slow down his impression of a vacuum with his spaghetti. “Yeah.” He prodded the fork around in the box, collecting up some more of the pasta and sauce. “We had a flat together for a bit, when she wasn’t well. All of us. Somewhere a bit bigger. Couldn’t afford it on my own, but with Iz…” He stirred the fork in a circle and glanced up at Stede. “He didn’t know everything that happened, but he knew enough. Knew I’d be all fucked up over it.”

Stede considered this from every angle, all the little pieces of the Izzy Hands puzzle, and especially why he and Ed were so steadfastly loyal to each other.

“So, what you’re telling me is that he is in fact a big soft grumpy Gus.”

Ed, who had made the mistake of putting some food in his mouth, very nearly sprayed it all over the table, choking on a laugh. “I wanna tell him you said that,” he said between coughs, thumping his chest. “Get it on a t-shirt.”

“Well, I’m right,” Stede pointed out. “He might stamp and huff all the time, but he does the best he can for the people he cares about.”

“Yeah,” Ed said with a small but warm smile. He looked tired, still so tired, but much calmer than he had. Perhaps talking to Izzy, talking to someone who knew some of the details but from a safe distance, had helped too. “You’re stuck with him too now.”

Stede started to demur, but then Izzy had been the one to have Lucius check on him. He had been his usual prickly self about it, but he had made the contact happen.

He smiled down at his dinner. “Well,” he said, “it’s been quite a week for ever expanding families, hasn’t it?”

Ed offered his free hand. “Yeah.”

He took Ed’s hand at once. “And we’re going to be okay?” He didn’t know why it was a question, but it really was a lot of epiphanies and revelations to be having in a very short space of time.

“We’re going to be fucking incredible,” Ed promised, squeezing his fingers.

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[stedes-incredible-library]

Im looking for a specific fic, where stede and an injured izzy are stranded on a deserted island and we see their relationship blossom to the point they have sex and at some point ed catches them cuddling naked. That's all i remember can you help me?

Hello! I believe you are looking for No Man Is An Island by @magifrog [T], 19.8k.

When Israel Hands' grand murder plan goes astray, he and his most bitter enemy find themselves trapped together on the far side of a small island. To make matters worse, there's a chunk taken out of his shoulder, and stupid fucking Bonnet won't leave him alone about it. ...anyways, welcome to my pitch for the B-plot of season two episode five

Please let us know if this is right or not!

~Mod A

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

the same hot blood burning in our veins

by getmean

At night Israel dreams of Ed in fragments. His skin through the pinprick holes that line the seams of his weather-beaten t-shirts. The small of his back, the soft bend of his elbow. The raised lines of his tattoo where the needle sunk too deep and scarred. On a ship there’s nowhere to be alone but in sleep. Israel doesn’t even have that.

Words: 3892, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands

Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Codependency, Unrequited Love, me trying to explain this to a friend like:, so izzy is ed's dog. but he thinks he's ed's babysitter. but both things are wrong, because ed doesn't think of him

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45327109

[alphacygni]

from Just What You Sow on AO3

Izzy’s eyes were full of blood. Something had caught him across the forehead—shrapnel, a close call from a cutlass, he couldn’t remember. He didn’t recall much at all. Just the shouts of being boarded, the boom of the cannons, the splash of those thrown overboard. 

And the hot, stinking squelch of the saber as it had run through each and every one of them. Whatever darkness he’d marinated in the last few days had taken up residence in him, moved him like a beast, starving and feral. 

His hands were covered in blood, too.

In the end it had taken five of them to pin him down. He’d sent one ahead to his maker; another would be dead soon, if he was any judge of neck wounds.

But it was over now. They’d tied his hands and feet, disposed of his sword and his hidden knives. They’d carried him here, to the captain’s quarters, thrown him to the ground and left him, blinded by blood.

It had taken him a few moments to realize he wasn’t alone.

The room was dark and still: only a single beam of sunlight sliced down the middle. The man on the other side was quiet for a long time, obscured in the shadows, and if it hadn’t been for the wafting smoke and the occasional orange smolder of a pipe, Izzy might have doubted he was there at all.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get on with it,” Izzy said finally, feeling the keen edge of adrenaline wane. Beneath it, the memories were still there. They were worse than whatever this man could concoct certainly. He pulled at his restraints, felt the rend of skin and muscle and a hundred small injuries as he did. It kept the edge sharp.

The slow sizzle of a pipe. “Do you want to die?”

Izzy had managed to stand, but he still couldn’t make the man out. “Already seen worse.” 

“And done worse. They tell me you took out a full dozen of my men.” 

“Untie me, and we’ll make it a lucky thirteen.”

The low chuckle threatened like thunder. “You know, I’m tempted. I am.” The pipe was set aside with a clatter, and the man stood, crossed into the light. “You might actually be a challenge.”

Izzy blinked. Between the blood and the sun, it was hard to be certain, but…

“What’s your name, crewman?” 

No, it wasn’t hard to be certain. Not with the twisted black whiskers and the dark, mad eyes staring down into his. Though he couldn’t have been any older than Izzy, Izzy had never seen a young man like this: a man who looked as much a vengeful spirit of the deep as he did flesh and blood. His face as it watched was calm but menacing, the sea before a terrible storm. 

It promised pain. 

“You’re Blackbeard.”

“I asked your name.” Something in the way he said it made it clear he would do more than ask if need be. 

“Israel. Israel Hands.” 

“Israel.” He ran the sounds around his mouth as if trying to decide whether to spit them back out. “Israel Hands.” 

Izzy forced himself to look in the other man’s eyes. 

They were mad, yes. Born of the devil, they’d said of him, and Izzy saw why. But there was something darker and sadder there: something that, a week ago, Izzy might not have recognized. Something the pipe dulled only just enough.

“I’d like you on my crew, Israel Hands.”

“I’m no pirate.”

A twinkle of amusement in those dark eyes. “Oh no?”

“Pirates are scum.” 

“Unlike you, Mister Hands. You’re better than that, are you?”

“Better than you? Yeah, maybe.”

The twinkle caught, lit. Slowly, gaze flat and unerring as a shark’s, the other man circled behind him. The telltale whisper of a knife leaving its sheath seemed unnaturally loud.

Izzy closed his eyes, readied himself. 

The rope fell from his hands. He hardly had a moment to register it before the rope from around his feet was gone, too.

“I’ve been looking to meet a man better than me,” he laughed as he circled back around. He looked as if Izzy had just given him a wonderful gift. “Let’s hope you don’t disappoint.” He held out the knife, handle first.

Izzy didn’t take it.

“Come on. Number thirteen, remember?” Blackbeard smiled. There was something in it that put a shiver through him. Adrenaline spiked again. 

Izzy took the knife and went for the heart.

He wasn’t sure, exactly, what had happened. He’d put a blade through plenty of men that morning, charged at breasts and buried it to the hilt just that way. 

It didn’t even approach Blackbeard. Instead Izzy found himself face down on the floor. 

That chuckle again. “Alright. We won’t count that one. Try again.”

Izzy growled as he stood. Whatever madness had possessed him earlier flared, and the furnace of his belly caught. He wanted nothing more than to see the color of this man’s blood.

He got closer this time. The knife almost met the man’s side, but he managed to push it back at the last moment. This happened enough times that Blackbeard unsheathed another blade. More than once, Izzy’s met with a twin. 

Finally, after more passes than he could count, he was rewarded with a red scratch across brown skin. 

Of course, his own arm was sliced open from shoulder to elbow, too. The pain flashed white behind his eyes, and, in that blink, a fist found his jaw. He was on the floor, then, with a boot to the soft, struggling flesh of his throat.

He couldn’t breathe.

There was a slow laugh. 

“Not bad.” 

The boot moved, but only a little. Just enough for Izzy to hiss in a thin stream of air.  

“No one else got a hit in the first time,” Blackbeard said, holding up his arm. A rivulet of blood made its way from his wrist to pool at the elbow. It looked bright against the dots of the black serpent tattooed there. “Course no one else was willing to take a cut like that to do it, either.”

Looking thoughtful, Blackbeard moved his boot, going down to one knee beside where Izzy lay. 

He held his bleeding arm out. “Alright, dog. Clean up your mess.” 

Izzy coughed, still struggling to regain his air. What the fuck had he said?

There was a hand in his hair, dragging him up, pulling him forward.

Blackbeard presented the wound again. “I said, clean it.” He pushed it to Izzy’s face, blood wet on his lips. 

The pull on his hair stretched even further.

Everything else disappeared.

Still gasping, Izzy stuck his tongue out, tasted. It tasted of salt and iron. The warmth was strangely comforting.

When he looked up at Blackbeard’s eyes, they were still mad, yes, but there was something rapt there, too. Brighter than it had been before. 

He was enjoying this.

Izzy swallowed. Despite the scream of pain from his arm, the taste of blood on his lips…so was he. It was that same rush but more. Adrenaline and pain and…something else.

He ran his tongue up the length of Blackbeard’s wound and was rewarded with a groan.

Without warning, Blackbeard backhanded him across the jaw. 

Izzy was back on his belly. 

“Good.” Blackbeard’s voice was rougher than just a few moments before as he regained his feet. “Not untrainable, I see.”

At that, Izzy’s pride ached. He made his way back to his knees, then feet. He still stood a good half-foot shorter than the other man, but he refused to feel lower. 

Blackbeard backhanded him again. 

This time he stumbled but didn’t fall. 

“Do you want to die, Israel Hands?” He stepped forward, reared back and hit him again.

His jaw gave a crack: it was a pain Izzy had never experienced.

He fell to his knees, panting. 

“I asked if you want to die, Israel Hands?” 

Izzy breathed. It was all he could do.

Blackbeard knelt, leaned in until they were face to face. The look in his eyes made Izzy think, strangely, of the nautilus. Of its shining nacre, wrapped and beautiful around something hidden.  

“You’ve seen worse than death, you say. Many things are. So if you truly wish…” These words were spoken more gently, but they were not a comfort. Not meant to be, maybe.

When Izzy searched himself, he found the desire to die gone. It was all gone, somehow. All he felt now was the pain. White, cracking pain that had filled up all the empty places inside him.

How the other man had done it, he didn’t know.

When their eyes met again, Blackbeard smiled. It was oddly soft, through the haze of blood. 

“Scum we may be, Israel Hands. But it’s the best way to avoid being at the mercy of scum, wouldn’t you agree?”

The other man traced a finger along his jaw where Izzy was sure a line of bruises would soon bloom.

“I could use someone like you,” Blackbeard whispered, almost, it seemed, to himself. 

There was a contour to the word ‘use’ that fit inside Izzy like a missing piece. 

He didn’t remember saying yes, after. He didn’t remember, but he must have. 

He must have just before he passed out, falling forward into the arms of the most fearsome pirate the seas had ever known.

from Just What You Sow on AO3

[cosplaydude637]

Chapter one: normal days.

New York is a city field of all kinds of people. going from place to place leaving their lives. What everyday people did not know is that there small little world was all fake. For underneath all the coffee dates and business. There is a world of darkness a Shadow world.

In this world, we have guardians called Shadowhunters or “police for Downworlders”. They are humans that have angel blood. The angel blood allows them to use rune to enhance their already heightened natural abilities to battle rouge downworlders or demons.

Jace Lightwood Herondale is one of these guardians. He is a tail man with saggy blind hear and golden eyes his body was covered in black marks and a long sword was griped in his right hand. His eyes were locked on a huge wolf that’s stands in front of him. “Torrent don’t make me do this.” Jace pleads throw his teeth. The wild wolf Just snorts and lunges at Jace.

Jace quickly doges to the side. So fast no mondane could of seen him. The wolf slide on the wet grass of Central Park. It turns and finds Jace right in front if it’s face. Jace brings his sword down quickly and blood shouts out from the wolf’s head and now a human ear lays on the grass. “Torrent you have broken the law and if you continue to hunt Mondanes I will be forst to kill you.” Jace grips his sword handle ready for another attack.

“Torrent he will do it” says a girl voice. Jace smirks as a black girl walks up behind him. “It's about time you got here Maia.” Jace says as his body losses.

“Sorry the pack was on a hunt last night. I did not get your note tell today.” Maia replies. Maia Roberts was the leader of the New York wolf pack. She was a slender girl with curly black hair. She did have a aura of leadership to her. “Did you have to cut his ear off?” She asks.

“It was a ear or his life. I think the ear was a batter idea.” Jace snickers. Slow the huge wolf turned back into a teen boy with his left ear cut off.

“I will kill you shadowhunter!” Torrent snapped. Maia looks at Torrent with a stern look and he drops his head in somishen.

“Lisson cub and lisson good you got a chose to make. Join my pack and deal with the punishment I give you or.” Maia says

“Or I kill you for breaking the Law” Jace smirks. Torrent looked form Maia and Jace then charged at them full speed his transformation beginning. Maia was way more skilled and was able to change in to her wolf form in a split second and attacked Torrent her jaws biting down on his throat. Jace sheaths his sword and shakes his head in disapment. There is a loud snapping sound and Torrents human body falls to the grass. Maia turns back to normal spitting out blood. “I really don’t like having to do that.” She spits out angrily.

“I know Maia but he left us no choose. If he head not joined your pack the clave would of sent the order to kill him. He murdered four Mondanes.” Jace stats laying a hand on Maia shoulder.

“I know but it still sucks. We will deal with the body. He is of are kind after all. A child of the moon.” Maia gives a wisale and two very big men come out of the tree line and pick up the body. One slow picks up the ear and holds it out with two fingers. They nodded at Maia and walk off. “Say where is Clary and the others?” Maia asked looking around.

“Clary is with her mom and Luke getting them saddled in at the academy. Alec and Magnus are off somewhere with the boys. Ask for Izzy and Simon there still on their honeymoon.” Jace says with a black face.

“Man how long they going to be in Israel?” Maia retorts. Jace just shrugs. The two walk over to the street where his Motorcycle sits. “You have a Vampire bike?” She asks.

Jace smirks and looks at his bike with admiration. “Yep the Vamp clan made it for me after that event with the ogre attack on the hotels dumort.” He responds with joy. Maia just shakes her head and start off for the subway. “See ya later blondy” she waves. “Later fle bags,” Jace chuckles and jumps on his bike and speeds off.

In Manhattan live Magnus and Alec. In side there home kayus is happening. Max a blue skinned worlock child is running after a young black haired shadowhunter child named Raphael. “Daddy help!!!” Raphael says running into the kitchen and ducking be hind Alec’s leg.

“Wow wow wow what’s going on?” Alec asks looking at his boys.

“Dad he broke my Harry Potter wand.” Max says holding up two pieces of a toy wand.

“I didn't mean to I was just practicing my dagger throws Ankle Jace showed me.” Raphael cry’s.

Alec lets out a heavy sigh. “Where's papa?”

“He was in the study last we saw him.” Max says glaring at his younger brother. Raphael head more behind Alec.

“Ok Max we will get you a new wand and Raphael no more knife throwing in bedrooms.” Alec takes the wand from Max and then rifles both his boys hair. “Go play with Chairman Meow for a bit boys.” The two kids hug their Dad and runoff and a few scents later there is the sound of a cat crying out in tirrer. “I side play not kill!”

Alec walks in to the studies to see his Husband setting behind his disk. Magnus is a strap dresser and has his very own still. However today Magnus was dressed in a old gray sweater and black sweats. His black hair was tasseled like he head been holding his hands in his hair. Alec cross the room so quiet and light. He kisses his Husbands cheek. Slow Magnus looks up and smiles.

“Hey there my handsome man.” Magnus says and is cut off by Alec kissing his lips.

“You ok Magnus? You look like you seen a ghosts?” Alec inquirers.

“Oh yes fine fine it’s just a letter from someone wanting my sirves.” Magnus explains shifting the latter he was reading under some other papers. Alec looks unaffected. “Well I need to go in to town Max wand is broken and we need milk.” Alec says and heads for the door. “The boys are playing with the cat.” Alec says and opens the steady door. Chairman mew came running into the room and hides under Magnus disk. “Playing?” Magnus says raising his left eyebrow. Alec shrugs and walks out of the office.

A week later Jace sits in the library. Behind a large oak desk with angels holding up each end. On the desk papers are everywhere. Some in piles others just scattered around the desk. A few are all crumpled up in balls. A young 20 year old girl with fire red hair walks in to the Library and over to Jace and kisses his cheek. “Hello hottie.”

“Hey there Clary.” Jace says smiling up at the girl.

“They are all in the main yard and the others will be here soon.” Clary says smiling. Jace hangs his head down

“Man why are we doing this again?” He asks

“Because we are a institute and the clave wants us to and I love to see you tell the Console no” Clary responds pulling Jace to his feet. The two walk out of the library and head down to the front of the Institute.

In the main yard stands three other people. Two guys and a girl. One of the men is Alec Lightwood. The other guy is kind of scrawny compared to Jace and Alec his hair was plain brown and it was ruffled. He was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt with the words the mortal instruments on the front. This was Simon Lovelace. Standing next to Simon was a girl with long black hair she was in a short black skirt that come to just above her knees and a black string tank top with a black leather jacket. This was Isabelle Lightwood.

“Magnus gone to get them?” Clary asks walking up holding on to Jace arms. Alec just nods.

“We’re are the boys?” Isabella asks.

“With mom” Alec answers.

“You guys get moved in?” Clary inquiries looking at Simon and Isabelle.

“Yes we did thanks for that huge room.” Isabelle smiles.

“It was the farthest from our room I don’t want to hear you newlyweds all night.” Jace snickers.

“Oh ya like we had to deal with the two of you.” Simon retorts. Jace was not able to use a come back because a blue portal opens up.

Magnus Bane walks out of it smiling. “Right this way kiddos.”

Out of the portal rolls a young man with brown hair and a average build . After him tumbled a girl with poofy brown hair and a slender body. Once that girl was out of the way a younger boy with black hair shaved down to the skull and was a skinny toothpick came flying out Superman style and finally a small girl with long reddish brown hair down to her butt and a slim build walked out like any other normal ShadowHunter would.

“On your feet and line up!” Jace shouts and the four teens scramble to their feet and line up shoulder to shoulder. “Ok newbies I am going to only say this once and if you don’t get it to bad. I am Jace Lightwood Herondale and this is Clary Fray Fairchild.” Jace says and points to Clary who gives a light wave. “We run this place. You will be sent on missions by us. Simon will be your physical trainer and Izzy will be your weapons master.” He adds and then points to Simon and Isabelle. “Most of your are from the dregs class and one is from the elite class. The one that is form the elite class you go nowhere in this city without one of us! Now I want your names and were you lived before here.” He finishes.

The tallest teen steps forward and with a very british accent says. “Mekyle form London.”

Next is the girl with puffy hair. “Angelique form Texas.”

Then the Superman diver steps forward.

“Xander from Queens, New York.”

And last the small redhead skipped up and seemed to be jumping out of her skin. “I am Ruthie from Europe and can I just say I am so honored to be here working with legends.”

“Hold up this is one of the group of Shadowhunters. You been fangirling over?” Angelique asks looking down the line at the jittery Ruthie.

“Yes this is the shadowhunter that ended not only the mortal war but the Dark war also.” Ruthie adds bouncing on her heels.

“Then that means your Headmistress Jocelyn’s kid?” Xander chimes in looking at Clary. Clary just smiles and nods.

“Guys I need to get going to the meeting with Maya and Lily” Alec says.

“No way the leaders of the Vampire and lycan clans!” Angelique squeals in excitement.

“Umm ya” Alec says a little shocked.

“Don’t mind her. Her focus of study was Downworlders and politics.” Xander says.

“Welp maybe next time you can tag along.” Alec smiles and grabs Magnus hand and turns to walk away.

“Ok Newbie head inside and find your own room.” Jace says. All the teens nod pick up their bags and head into the Institute. “This is going to be a pain.” Jace says after all the teens were in the building.

[jodybouchard9]

‘Flip or Flop’: Christina and Tarek El Moussa Run Afoul of the Law

HGTV; realtor.com

“Flip or Flop” stars Christina and Tarek El Moussa seem to have hit their stride as business associates despite their hugely publicized pending divorce—but that doesn’t mean it’s all smooth sailing in the world of house flipping. Case in point: In the latest episode, “Midcentury Maze,” the house they’d bought for $435,000 in Garden Grove, CA, nearly lands them deep into legal hot water.

So what’s the problem? The house has a backyard pool that’s been sitting stagnant for heaven knows how long.

“Because of the standing water, that swamp is just breeding mosquitoes,” says their contractor, Israel “Izzy” Batres. He says the Health Department has informed him that the El Moussas, as the current owners, could face a fine of thousands of dollars if the pool isn’t cleaned up immediately.

Before: Front exterior of the Garden Grove, CA, home

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The El Moussas could be hit with a huge fine if they don’t clean up this toxic pool.

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Tarek is visibly shaken when he hears this. Sure, the fine would be a big problem for what is promising to be a fabulous remodel, but it’s about a lot more than money. The pool could actually be threatening the health of everyone nearby.

“The Department of Public Health is very serious about preventing West Nile virus,” says Tarek.

As the El Moussas attempt to tackle this problem as well as others with this house, they teach us some incredibly smart renovation tips that can apply to all homes. Watch and learn!

Never let stagnant water sit

Whether it’s in a massive pool or just a bucket, standing water is a breeding ground for mosquitoes and should be dealt with immediately. Once Tarek is aware of the magnitude of the problem in his backyard, he hires people to come over to drain and clean the pool that very day.

Before: The pool could be breeding mosquitoes.

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The pool looks freakin’ amazing in an amazingly short amount of time.

After: A quick cleanup makes all the difference.

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A master suite adds value

The home has both a living room and a family room, which is a plus, but because the total interior is limited to 1,602 square feet, space has to be sacrificed somewhere. In this case, it’s in the three bedrooms—they’re all quite small, and that’s a negative.

The El Moussas really can’t grab any extra space for a master suite, so they make the biggest bathroom accessible only to the master bedroom. They add a double vanity and fancy tile, and the en suite master now has a luxurious feel.

Don’t redo that old brick fireplace—paint it!

This house has two brick fireplaces, and they’re both in perfectly good condition, so Christina and Tarek see no need to refinish them. Instead, they paint one a gleaming white and the other an elegant pewter. Their geometric forms now stand out and mesh well with the house’s Mid-Century Modern theme.

Painting the red brick fireplace white adds inexpensive interest to a gray family room.

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Orange is all the rage for your front door

It’s no surprise that Christina wants to use various shades of gray on the exterior siding, stucco, and trim, but it practically blows Tarek away when she pours out a bright tangerine for the front door.

“C’mon,” he cries in protest. “No way!”

But she persists. “The orange door is super in-style right now,” she says. “It’s going to stand out, and it’s also going to give buyers the message that the inside is going to be unique.”

That convinces Tarek. “I guess I’ll roll with it,” he concedes. “Worst-case scenario: It’s only a door—we can repaint it.” (It ends up looking phenomenal!)

Christina experiments with exterior pops of color.

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A high-priced home has a certain cachet

When all is said and done, Christina knows they have a really special flip on their hands.

“Honestly, this could be my favorite house I’ve ever done,” says Christina. Now it’s all about the pricing. They paid $435,000 for the house and $81,000 for the renovation.

“After adding staging and closing costs, break-even is $545,000,” estimates Tarek. Comps are in the high $500,000s, but because this home has a pool and two family rooms and is flat-out gorgeous (and unlike anything else in the neighborhood), Tarek wants to put it on the market at $650,000.

“That sounds awfully high,” says Christina. “But we’ll give it a shot.” She knows that there’s a certain status that goes with the most expensive home in the neighborhood, and at that price, buyers will expect something really special. In this case, they deliver.

After: Front exterior of the Garden Grove, CA, house

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Within a week, they get a full-price offer. And once the dust settles and all expenses are deducted, they’ll make a whopping $104,950 profit. Not only is it one of the best-looking houses they’ve ever redone, it’s also one of the biggest money makers—all of which makes the home’s early legal troubles seem like a distant memory. Take that, mosquitoes!

Christina and Tarek price the house confidently, and walk away with a huge profit.

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do u have any recs for fics where the characters are like stuck in a room or trapped on an island or something similar? can be any characters/pairing

Sure thing!

The Get-Along Island by halfeatenmoon [T], [1,115 words]

When talking it through as a crew doesn't work, Captain Bonnet leaves Jim and Lucius on a tiny island to sort out their dispute as a two.

No Man Is An Island by magifrog [T], [19,854 words]

When Israel Hands' grand murder plan goes astray, he and his most bitter enemy find themselves trapped together on the far side of a small island. To make matters worse, there's a chunk taken out of his shoulder, and stupid fucking Bonnet won't leave him alone about it.

Our "Get-Along" Desert Island by Avelera [T], [10,854 words]

Stede and Ed "Blackbeard" Teach have been fighting ever since Stede got back to sea, which would be fine and not totally unexpected after the "breakup", except their fighting now involves full-blown naval battles and their respective crews are thoroughly sick of it.

Naturally, the only solution is to maroon the two of them on a desert island until they work it out or kill each other. Whichever comes first.

What Resembles The Grave But Isn't by icantelltheworld [T], [8,164 words]

That Izzy had gone to Stede fucking Bonnet of all people for help was a testament to how desperate the situation was.

And ‘help’ was far too generous a term, really… As things stood at the moment, Izzy was beginning to wonder if he hadn’t made a terrible mistake… If he wouldn’t have been better off trying to rescue Ed on his own, the risk be damned.

Silent Treatment by MightierMango [M], [6,014 words]

Stede and Ed's fated reunion goes poorly. So poorly, in fact, that the rest of the crew strip the two of them of their weapons and dump them on a sandbar in the middle of nowhere until they can sort it out.

Ed refuses to talk to him, so they spend their time together in silence.

But, even without talking, they eventually reach something akin to an understanding.

If anyone else has recs, or if I find any more, I'll update.

~Mod AFA

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Weekly Dose

by teef_for_breakfast

"Izzy, please, we gotta do this before bed."

"No."

Ed combed his hand through his hair, trying not to groan in frustration. He'd been at it for over an hour now, trying every possible way he could think of to get Izzy to let him do his shot. Usually, Stede would be the one to do it if it landed on a small day for Izzy but he was out of town on a business trip for a few days.

"Iz, please, I just want to make sure you get all of your T, you're not supposed to miss a dose, buddy."

Izzy just shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest with a loud huff.

Words: 1601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach & Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach & Stede Bonnet & Israel Hands

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Age Regression Little Israel Hands, Age Regression Caregiver Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Age Regression Caregiver Stede Bonnet, Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Fluff, Grumpy Israel Hands, Trans Israel Hands, Testosterone shots, Author is trans, Author Is Totally Not Projecting Onto Fictional Characters, definitely not, Self-Indulgent, Non Descriptive Mentions of Needles

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41665623