#Tips to start preparation of CA

[tomatette]

For @rigginsstreet who wanted Steve edging Billy. I added a dash of spanking and a little helping of praise kink to the mix. Somehow this whole thing turned into 2795 words of unadulterated filth.

Enjoy.

Tags / Warnings: Rating: EXPLICIT! / Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Harringgrove, Edging, Spanking (previously undiscussed but wholly consensual), praise kink, comfort, mention of CA (implied) if you squint really hard

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He was going to come.

His balls were tightening and pulling up closer to his body, every single muscle locking into place and he could almost feel his impending orgasm tingling in his teeth.

The death grip he had on the sheets threatened to tear the fabric apart, but he couldn’t have possibly cared less. All he was able to focus on was Steve’s mouth, and the maddening fact that he was still fully clothed, not a single button undone, while he was currently sucking and slurping on Billy’s dick like his life depended on it. And maybe it did. 

Pretty sure, Billy’s life depended on it anyway, because he was absolutely, one-thousand percent sure, going to die if Steve stopped again. 

“Yeah, baby,” he sobbed shouted, when Steve did something indescribably wicked with his tongue while simultaneously humming and massaging the spot halfway between his balls and his hole with the knuckle of his index finger.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

“I’m gonna … I’m gonna …”

His upper body arched up into a perfect bow, preparing for the mind-shattering orgasm that was going to make him black out for at least a minute or two. He swore he could already taste the mixture of chemicals on his tongue when suddenly both, the heat of Steve’s mouth and his hand disappeared, leaving him teetering on the brink, just shy of tipping over.

For a heartbeat, he thought he’d come anyway – was welcoming it even – though it would be fucking unsatisfactory with all the stimulation gone.

But then Steve tightly grasped the base of his cock with two fingers, and the scales tipped, and Billy was back to writhing on the sheets, tears of sheer frustration streaming down his face.

“MotherFUCKER!”

That one earned him an amused chuckle from Steve. “I really don’t think I’m the one all the moms want to fuck, sweetheart,” he chided, sounding far too calm and composed for the fact that Billy was laid out in front of him – buck-naked on his childhood bed, in his childhood room, checkered wallpapers and all – reduced to a squirming mess about ready to blow his load at the drop of a hat.

It was so utterly unfair, Billy wanted to scream. But he had screamed the six fucking times Steve had brought him right to the precipice so far, without letting him crash, and he wasn’t sure he had it in him anymore to do more than whine like a bitch in heat. And he was gonna pull up his pants and leave, blue-balled and all, before he did that, thank you very much!

“You are evil,” he spat between panting breaths. “And I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Steve pouted, giving him the doe eyes, knowing full well it – if nothing else – would always, always make Billy melt.

And, predictably, he did. 

He was so fucking whipped, and what was worse, he couldn’t even find the energy to be upset about it. All he could think about was how desperately he needed to come, like, two hours ago. That he was ready to do about anything to finally, finally be allowed to.

“Okay, so …” Steve heaved a put-upon sigh. “How about I make you a deal? I’ll get you up there one more time.” He hushed Billy when he did whine at that, tapping his bottom lip with a not-quite-friendly smile. “Hear me out, will ya? So, one more time, for me, my love. And then I will fuck you nice and slow and deep. What do you say?”

“Hard,” Billy croaked out, tears still leaking from his eyes, wetting the hair at his temples.

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch it.”

With the adrenaline from his impending orgasm receding, Billy had started to shake, his whole body racked by violent shudders. 

“Hard,” he repeated, his teeth chattering, making it difficult to speak. “Need it hard. Need to feel you. Steve, please, please!”

There was warmth in the chocolate depths of his eyes when Steve smiled this time. He wiped the tears from Billy’s temples and cheeks, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. And it wasn’t really what Billy wanted – what he needed – but he surged up into it anyway, burying his hands in Steve’s hair, licking into his mouth, every point of contact between them like a burning brand, threatening to set him aflame.

They kissed until Billy felt like he was floating on air from lack of oxygen, rocking his dick against Steve’s jean-clad thigh, rubbing himself raw on the coarse fabric.

He needed just a little bit more. Just a tiny push, just …

“Nuh-huh.” Steve pulled away, taking with him all the delicious friction, and Billy sobbed. “We made a deal, remember, Barbie? You want to be my good boy, don’t you?”

For some reason that sent a renewed surge of devastating, white-hot arousal through Billy. “Steve,” he babbled, nodding frantically. “I’ll be good. So good, Steve. So good for you.”

“I know, my good boy.” Smiling, Steve slid his index finger down Billy’s face, following the sharp contours of his jaw, before he pushed his thumb between Billy’s lips to suck on. Which Billy did, vigorously. Couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to, which he didn’t. Steve’s thumb just now was sweeter than ambrosia. It was everything. Steve was everything.

Steve leaned over Billy’s prone body and opened the top drawer of his bedside table, fishing out a bottle of lube half-buried underneath a wad of tissues. The snap of the opening bottle somehow made Billy’s insides throb, a Pavlovian response to a sound his brain now equated with sex. He wanted Steve. Wanted him so bad. But Steve had yet to remove even a stitch of clothing, while Billy was naked as the day he was born, cracked open and vulnerable. And with anyone else he would have hated it. He would have abhorred being seen like this. But not with Steve.

Steve was safe. Steve would catch him. Always. Even when Billy himself didn’t know he was falling.

He gasped, when he felt a lubed finger pushing against his rim. “Steve, I can’t, I … Steve.”

“Shhh, baby, I got you. You don’t have to do anything. Just lay back and relax and let me take care of you.”

And Billy? Billy went completely boneless. He sagged back into the pillow, his limbs pleasantly heavy, his whole body tingling with anticipation without even a hint of anxiety.

“So good,” Steve crooned, as he breached Billy with one finger, kissing the soft inside of Billy’s knee where it was hooked over his shoulder. “You should see yourself, love. Your sweet little hole swallows my finger like it wants to devour it.”

Billy was too far gone to articulate himself, so he let out a little huff, even when he preened deep inside.

A second finger prodded at his ass, joining the first one, gliding in without much resistance, and this time it was Steve who gasped. “Oh my god, Billy, you have no idea how much I want you. I can’t wait to sink into this tight heat of yours. I just have to make you almost come one more time. Can you do that for me, baby? You don’t want me to blow up in my pants before we get to the main act, do you?”

“Don’t …” Billy swallowed hard, fighting away the brain fog in order to glare at Steve. “Don’t you dare!”

“Oh, would you look at that, someone is getting a little mouthy here. I clearly ain’t doing a good enough job at turning you into a puddle of goo with my fingers, am I?”

Billy started squirming, trying to make Steve push his fingers deeper, deeper.

“Will you stop that already, Barbie.” Steve used his stern-mom-voice he usually reserved exclusively for when the brats got too unruly. But, god, did it turn Billy on to be subjected to it for once.

His wiggling got more desperate and he keened high in his throat. Until suddenly, a resounding crack ripped through the silence. Only a heartbeat later, pain – hot and cleansing – bloomed brightly on Billy’s asscheek, and for a moment he was frozen.

They both were.

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, practically radiating worried concern. His hands fluttered over Billy’s still throbbing asscheek, unsure if he was allowed to touch. “I’m sorry,” he wheezed, thready and panicky. “I didn’t mean that, I … Oh my god, what did I think, I …”

“Steve.”

“I don’t know what came over me! I …”

“Shut the fuck up, Harrington!”

Steve wilted. His shoulders sagged forward and his face was a mask of poorly concealed misery. He started to pull his fingers out, but Billy clenched his ass and shook his head.

“Don’t”, he hissed.

“But, Billy, I …”

“Do it again.”

Steve’s pupils widened until they practically swallowed the whole iris. He stared at Billy in disbelief. “What?”

“Are you hard of hearing, Harrington. Do. It. Again!” His voice was shaking something bad, but he was pretty sure that it still got across how deadly serious he was. “I swear to god, if you don’t get on with the show right the fuck now, I will go and find somebody who will!”

And just like that, Steve’s eyes darkened and Billy almost balked at the pure, unadulterated expression of jealousy flitting over his features. “No,” he growled. “No, I don’t think so.”

The next slap was so hard, it made Billy’s ears ring and ripped a hoarse shout from his throat. His skin tingled like there was an electric current running right underneath it, the circuit closed by Steve’s touch.

“You’re mine.”

His hand came down again.

Billy howled, tears leaking from his eyes.

“Mine!”

His ass was burning, and every slap stoked the flames a little bit higher, made him hurt a little bit brighter. He almost choked on the endless litany of ‘Steve, Steve, Steve’ pouring from his mouth. The world ceased existing until nothing was left but the pain and the one inflicting it. 

His punisher. 

His savior.

Vaguely, he registered that he was close, so very close. His whole body shook, his teeth rattled, his eyes rolled back and it was going to be powerful, so very powerful and he-

“No!”

He jerked and twitched like electrocuted when – again – Steve just fucking stopped. He still was holding Billy up, had Billy’s leg hooked over his shoulder, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

It was agony.

Billy cried. Fat tears and big, ugly, heaving sobs he would have been ashamed of had he had the faculties to care. 

“It’s okay, baby.” Carefully, Steve rolled Billy onto his side, lying down next to him on the bed, spooning him from behind. “It’s all good, baby, you did so good. You were perfect and I’m so proud of you.”

If possible, Billy cried even harder. No one had ever told him he was good – perfect even — before. And he believed him. Because he had done what Steve had asked of him, hadn’t he? He’d been good.

His ass was throbbing, the sting painful where Steve’s jeans were touching his over-sensitive skin. Yet Billy whined when Steve pulled back from him, though the sound of a zipper made his throat dry up.

“It’s time for your reward, baby, don’t you think?” Steve sounded breathless, his free hand ghosting over Billy’s hips, manhandling him into position like a doll with movable limbs. “You still want it, right, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you real good?”

Heady excitement raced through his veins with the destructive power of a tsunami heading for the shore. He nodded frantically, reaching behind himself to pull Steve closer, to pull him inside of his body and become one with Billy.

Steve chuckled, amused and incredibly fond. “I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Please, Steve.” It was barely more than a gravelly whisper. “Please, need you, please …”

He felt Steve move, then a rush of excitement when he heard the cap of the lube bottle again.

“C’mere.” Steve wrapped one arm around Billy’s chest and used his other hand to guide his cock into Billy’s hole.

He hissed, when the teeth of Steve’s zipper dragged across his still bright-hot cheeks, the sting distracting him from the twinge of pain from Steve entering his very much underprepared ass.

It hurt, but it was also everything he’d ever wanted. It felt like being dragged over sharp, jagged rocks. Like being torn apart. Like being remade, stitched back together from scratch.

Steve wasn’t gentle, though he was not deliberately cruel either. When he bottomed out, Billy felt so incredibly full, it was like he didn’t know where he himself ended and Steve began anymore. They were joined. They were one entity. It sounded stupid, even in his own head, but was also the truest thing he’d ever thought.

When Steve started to move, Billy started to babble again. Couldn’t have stopped himself, even if he’d be embarrassed about it later.

He angled his hips and at the third hard thrust, Steve hit Billy’s prostate dead-on.

The shout that ripped from his throat was hoarse and pained and utterly liberating. He couldn’t do anything but lie there and take it while Steve was pounding into him from behind, not having a lot of room to maneuver, but somehow making it work anyway.

Billy felt so incredibly full, both, of dick and of feelings, and he held onto Steve’s arm wrapped around his chest like it was his life-line, not even thinking about touching himself. He still wanted to come, though. Needed to, in fact. Needed it more than he needed to breathe.

“Steve, I need …” He arched his back so he could look at Steve, plead him with his eyes. “I need …”

“Feels so good”, Steve panted, his hot breath brushing the shell of Billy’s ear, making him shudder. “You feel so good, baby. So good. Such a good boy for me.”

And Billy felt it building, growing taller and taller, until there was nothing left but the blinding pleasure-pain of being taken, being owned, being worshipped. He cried out, screwed his eyes shut and held on tight when the wave came crashing down and the water closed in over him. It was like he was immersed in it. Drowning, but also not. Everything cold and bitter and ugly swept away and taken by the current.

He was weightless. Floating. Everywhere and nowhere. Completely anchorless and yet tethered to the one person who had given him this. Who had stripped him bare and freed him. 

The light filtering through the rain-flecked window was low when Billy finally found his way back into his body. Steve laid next to him, on his side, propped up on one elbow, his head supported by his hand. With the index finger of his other hand he was lazily drawing patterns on Billy’s chest, the taut flatness of his abdomen.

“Hey.” Billy flinched. He sounded like a fucking frog. One that hadn’t seen a pond for a very long time.

Steve didn’t seem to mind. His eyes lit up and his whole face seemed to radiate joy. It was something Billy would probably never get used to. That it was him who was making Steve look like this. 

That he did this.

He’d been so used to breaking things, it still made him reel that he was capable of being another person’s happiness.

“Hey, love,” Steve said. “How do you feel? You’ve been out of it for quite a while there?”

“How long?”

Steve’s gaze flicked to the radio alarm clock on his bedside table. “About half an hour or so. 

“Fuck, really?” Slowly, Billy blinked. “I’m good. I feel … peaceful.”

“You look peaceful. I’m glad you’re okay. I was a bit worried that it might have been a bit … much?”

“Whatcha talking about, Harrington?” Billy raised a single eyebrow. “Whatever you throw at me, I can fucking take it.”

Chuckling, Steve shook his head. “Of course you can. You’re not reigning keg king for nothing, huh?”

“You can bet your sweet ass I ain’t,” Billy shot back, pleased.

“So, we’re good?”

“Better than good.” Billy beckoned him closer, crooking his index finger. “C’mere, pretty boy, help me up. I’m covered in spunk, I need a fucking shower.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Billy leered. “What, already gearing up for round two?”

That startled a laugh out of Steve. “I’d be surprised if you’d be able to get it up again tonight, baby.”

“Don’t count me out just yet. You know what they say, right?” He licked his lips. “It ain’t over till the fat lady sings.”

[tau1tvec]

Some tips for The Sims 3 Buy/Build

Install LazyDuchess’ Smooth Patch to alleviate lag, esp in Buy/Build and CAS.

Keep your CC merged and organized, esp your patterns, this will also alleviate a lotta lag across all modes.

When building on community lots, or any lot rlly, avoid going to the edit world menu, and just put testingcheats enabled into the cheat window, then shift+click the ground of the lot to enter Buy/Build mode. This makes leaving it to save a lot easier, with less “preparing” screens to possibly get hung up in.

Lower your settings, you don’t need any adjacent lots loaded, and you certainly don’t need super water on either. You can always switch these back on when you’re done.

While you’re at it, remove your HQ mod, and turn off your Reshade/Gshade preset, or at least turn off your depth shaders. I only ever turn on my depth shaders when I’m taking screenshots for better fps while playing. The DoF shader esp requires a lotta resources your game could be using to simulate all those 78 townie sims instead.

Save as… vs Save, I Save as… at least every third save. It’s also just good habit to keep backups.

When using the CASt tool, set down everything you plan to CASt first, then switch to a category like the wall tool to avoid eventual lag and drag when using it a lot. Love yourself. You don’t have to suffer using CASt tool in an overpopulated category like misc deco.

Utilize the clone option through testing cheats to duplicate already CASted objects, it’ll keep your design just like the dropper tool, but it’s a lot less time consuming, I promise.

Don’t be afraid to use the swatch save tool for objects you use often, esp community lot objects, as it helps to keep your aesthetic consistent. I also keep all of my favorite streetlamps, benches, and public trash bins etc in a convenient custom collection folder to speed up the process of doing multiple lots in one sitting. These handy tools are there, use them.

The issue with custom counters. They mess up sometimes, if you can’t recolor it suddenly, here’s how to fix that. Now if you can’t place down a cupboard suddenly, even though nothing’s in the way, and you’ve got moveobjects on activated, try putting it on the wall a tile over, and then try adding it to your desired spot again. Lastly if you set down counters or cupboards at a corner, and it messes up the textures, but you can still recolor it, you could do what the video I linked above does, or you could simply pull out the CASt tool, and switch it back to any of its original swatches and click the check, then feel free to recolor it as you want.

Railings will also do the “can’t recolor” trick too, but this is a simple fix, just delete it, and replace it, and you’re good.

“Oh no, I switched between buy and build mode, and now my catalogue won’t load, and I can’t click on anything at all!” Don’t panic, hit F2 and/or F3 on your keyboard, these are shortcuts for switching between them, and if you’re lucky it’ll load properly again. Should you get the bug where you load a category and it’s somehow empty, don’t fret, just click on a different category and this should fix it. Then if you get the bug where all the objects you put down disappear suddenly, sorry your game is haunted. Call an exorcist, or just reload, they might reappear if you do.

Tbh, if you run into any kind of major bugs, it’s likely a sign to either save immediately or just restart your game. These only ever show up when you’ve been at it a while ( at least for me ), therefore starting fresh wouldn’t hurt. Probably also wouldn’t hurt to check whether you might’ve installed something the game didn’t agree with by running Dashboard, or put it through the ol’ Save Cleaner.

Honorable Mention: Keep an eye on the texture sizes and poly counts of objects. I know it’s tempting to build these ultra hyperrealistic lots with clutter at every inch, but unless you’re just doing it for screenshots, or for your story, or using it very sparingly, it is not by any means recommended purely for gameplay. This is just the truth when it comes to any Sims game. You don’t want lag, or max memory crashes, or save errors? The Sims 3 is a 32bit game, that’s almost old enough to drive, be easy on it.

[valwrite-s]

Castiel Character Study

Finally putting my writing out there. I've been rewatching supernatural and couldn't not write that scene from S5EP18 from castiel's perspective. Words: 722

“I gave everything for you and this is what you give to me!?” 

A punch knocked Dean back as Castiel lifted his leg and kicked him into the metal fence. A paint grunt left his mouth as he tumbled to the ground. Calculated and restrained the angel made his way over to the man on the ground, only stopping as he was met with green eyes silently pleading with him. The expression on Castiel’s face did not change other than a slight jaw clench as Dean spoke. 

“Just do it. Do it Cas!” A broken Dean called up from the filth of the alleyway. His eyes silently pleading for Casiel to end this. End this period of uncertainty. He could see the turmoil in Dean's eyes, the questions flooding around his brain. Would he be able to save Adam and take his place before it was too late? Would he be able to find a way to stop this? Would he be able to accept the role he was thrust upon him and kill his brother. Is any of this worth it to even try?

Castiel’s fist remained clenched and ready to swing again. The man in front of him was special, he felt it the moment he saved Dean from Hell. The angels always spoke of him as the means to an end, but their limited time together has shown him to be more than Heaven could ever understand. Yes this man is a soldier, but there is so much more. Humanity oozed off of him. He was crude and angry but he was also scared and full of love.

He thought he had everything figured out. Things were black and white for so long, he never knew there was any other option. The option to change things, to think for yourself and decide. Dean showed him things could be different, that things had to be different. He envied that Dean always had a choice, even now the Winchesters fought so hard to have a choice. That’s what enraged him so much- he had given up. The anger boiled in his stomach, a new sensation he has yet to get used to. He wanted to keep swinging, to release the pressure that built in his chest. He needed a release.

After everything that Dean presented himself to be, he just gave up. This could not have been for nothing. He had lost everything for the man infront of him and now he was begging to die. He wasn’t about to let it all go to waste. Why couldn’t Dean see that? Why couldn’t he see just how much he sacrificed for him? Why couldn’t he just get up.

Castiel took a breath and something else washed over him. Compassion. Dean was probably so tired from fighting everyday of his life and now he was faced with two options- let Michael use his body to kill his brother and cause the end of the world or let Michael use someone else to do it. Even as desperate to find some other way as they were it looked like there were no other options. That’s why even as betrayed as Castiel felt, his grip loosened. His hand relaxed, there had to be hope still. He started to move towards Dean, who braced for impact trying to prepare himself for anything. The angel reached a gentle hand out and placed the tips of his fingers on Dean’s shoulder, barely making contact. Sleep.

Castiel watched as his body slumped and landed with a small thud. Even when unconscious his face contorted with worry and fear. There had to be another way. There needed to be. There was too much riding on this. The love for humanity and the want for it to continue and flourish flooded his heart. For the first time in a while, he had faith. Not in God nor Heaven, but in the man unconscious in front of him. If anyone could figure out a way out of this it was him. As much as he may not like what he has to do, he was a fighter, and that is what the world needs right now. Castiel took a breath and lifted Dean up, leaning him on his shoulder. Determination radiated in him. They needed to fix this, and they would.

Somehow.

[headkiss]

hi hi!! in this fic you talked ab how peters girlfriend took pics of him and flustered him, could i request something where peter takes pictures of them instead and flusters them? if you do write this could you make it gender neutral? it’s completely okay if you can’t 🙏🏽

(feel free to ignore this i don’t mind i love everything you write)

hi thank u so much for ur request!!! | 0.7k of fluff, gn!reader

Peter has a drawer full of polaroid pictures.

You’re the one who gave him the camera. Your first christmas together, a wrapped box handed over with a shy smile, a tackling hug from Peter once it had been opened. He hasn’t stopped using it since.

Now, his drawer is almost exclusively filled with pictures of you. Years worth of memories and moments frozen in a frame. You sitting by the boxes on the floor after moving into your apartment, your head tilted up towards the sky when it snowed.

He carries the thing everywhere, slung over his neck or in his beat-up backpack. All the pictures of you, and you’re still not used to having a camera pointed towards you.

Tonight’s a takeout kind of night, both you and Peter too lazy to cook. It’s sweatpants that are too long rolled at the ankles, a baggy t-shirt with a hole in the neckline.

He ordered your favorite without asking, you’d simply overheard him on the phone with the restaurant and smiled because he knows you that well.

“I’ll be right back,” he’d said to you before he left to go pick up the food, a kiss stamped to your cheek.

It’s not even fifteen minutes later when he comes back through the door, the rustle of the takeout bag in his hand, the jingle of his keys being set down on the counter. You stand from the couch and meet him in the kitchen.

He’s standing by the island, taking out the boxes filled with your dinner from the bag. You come to stand beside him, nearly hip to hip.

You eat that way, too, sideways glances during bites, giggles hidden behind hands. It’s the kind of easy, simple, domestic thing you’ve come to love so much. The comfort that you could only ever feel with Peter. With the boy you love.

Peter catches you looking at him, your eyes all fond and sweet, and his heart swells in his chest. For a long time, he thought he was difficult to love, someone nobody would want, and then you came along and you look at him this way and he feels much differently.

“Don’t move.” Peter drops his fork and all but runs into your bedroom. He comes back with the polaroid camera in hand.

“Peter,” you groan. “Another one?”

“Just one, I promise.” He stands by the island again, hip leaning against the counter. “Please?”

You’ll never be used to the attention he gives you, to the idea that you’re worthy of being the subject of his pictures. As much as it embarrasses you, you can’t say no. Not when he says ‘please’ the way he does. Lip jutted in a pout, brown eyes sweet on yours.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Peter’s smile is instant, eyes crinkling in the corners. He leans in and pecks the tip of your nose, “thank you, honey.”

Your nose crinkles at his affection, and before you can really prepare yourself, the click of the camera sounds.

“I wasn’t even ready!”

“That’s kinda the point,” he says. “You already looked perfect, ‘kay?”

You hide your face in your hands, flustered as always when he takes a picture of you. It’s not even the picture itself, really, it’s the words that come with it, the compliments that he spits out like they’re facts.

You’ll never understand how this boy could feel the way he does about you, but he feels it and you don’t ever want to let that go.

The picture prints from the camera, and you can hear Peter start to shake it in the air to develop it quicker. After a couple of seconds, he sets both the picture and the camera down, freeing his hands to grab yours and pull them away from your face.

“Stop hiding,” he weaves his fingers between yours now that your hands are down, swinging them lightly between your bodies. “You’re pretty. Thank you for letting me capture that.”

“Give me my hands back, I need to hide again.”

“No!” Peter shakes his head, his smile soft and easy as ever. The private smile that he saves for you. “You’re not getting ‘em back.”

And, even flustered, you suppose having your hands in Peter’s forever wouldn’t be so bad.

[urne-buriall]

i miss sotw dean

so do I. and sometimes I think about what would've happened if Cas had been at home the day Dean brought the bread, the night after their ill-fated first kiss:

Dean left Cesar’s making straight for Cas’ place, chewing on his thumbnail as he drove into town. Would Cas even be home? He’d probably be at work. Dean was counting on him being at work. He’d made bread, but he didn’t have anything like a speech prepared and he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he saw Cas again.

He drove right past the laundromat, turned to go around the block, slowing himself down on purpose. Cas wouldn’t be there. Dean would leave a note. Because if Cas was there it could be very strange. Would he even want to see Dean? Would he want to invite him inside? The way Dean had shut him down last night, completely unwarranted, the bread might not be enough to counteract that. Dean briefly doubted whether Cas even wanted him that way to begin with, as if he might’ve made it all up. But his lips felt the ghost of Cas’ all over again. So passionate, so all-consuming. It was what all the couples in romance books kissed like. He knew how it felt, now. He hadn’t made that up.

He hid the trembling in his hands as he got out of his truck and made his way to the alley behind the laundromat. Vented air from the building smelled like detergent and dryer sheets, warm and thick. He’d feel like a criminal just heading this way if he hadn’t already visited so many times for GED studying. Those moments, too, he now thought of in a different light. Instead of sitting on the futon to go over notes, Cas might press him back into the couch with kisses…

Dean was convinced Cas wouldn’t be home, so when he rounded the corner and saw the motorbike parked, he stopped short. But Cas was walking distance from the vet clinic and used the truck for work, so he might still be out. Dean cast a glance up before he started up the metal steps. The sound of his feet announced him before he would even reach the top landing outside Cas’ front door.

He might not be home. Dean could leave the conchas on the patio table with a note. But if Cas was home, he would’ve heard someone come up the steps. Dean should knock and hope for no answer. He pulled back the screen door so he could knock on the door proper, then waited a fast moment.

Good. Nothing. He could release this complicated feeling of fear and disappointment and leave the container on the table.

The door opened before Dean could turn away.

Cas wore an old university t-shirt and a pair of dark green khaki shorts. He stood in the doorway very still, as much taken aback as Dean to find him standing there.

“Dean,” he said, voice lower and more gravelly than usual. For a moment Dean didn’t know what to think of being under Cas’ gaze again, wondering what he looked like to Cas in this moment, wondering what he thought. And then Cas’ eyes flicked past Dean towards the empty staircase. It was brief—already Cas was looking at him again—but it was telling.

He was afraid Dean had come here with others. He was afraid Dean had come with ill-intent.

“Cas, I—” Dean’s voice caught in his throat. He had to clear it unexpectedly. “I um. I made you bread.”

Cas looked down at the container Dean offered out, then back up at Dean with a furrowed brow like he didn’t understand.

“They’re, uh, conchas,” said Dean. “Like we had at Cesar’s after we brought the mustang.”

Cas’ head began to tip at an angle, putting pieces together but not with much confidence.

“I spent the morning there,” Dean finished. “Making these. Talking to Cesar. I— I wanted to give you something. To say sorry.”

Cas slowly took the container from Dean. He remained strangely still, taut, his face giving next to nothing away. “Sorry?” said Cas.

“For not letting you say anything last— last night,” said Dean. “You wanted to talk and I— I wasn’t very nice.”

Cas dropped his gaze down, mouth looking sad and severe. He took a breath and said, “I’m not sure what you want me to say now.”

It wasn’t an accusation. It was a plea. Dean felt like he’d been as clear as he could be, dropping those breadcrumbs. He’d talked to Cesar. He made conchas for Cas. He was sorry for not giving Cas a chance to talk, but he wasn’t sorry for the rest of it. But Cas wasn’t a guy who worked with coded messages.

“Well,” said Dean, and he looked from around the landing back to Cas. This wasn’t the kind of thing you stood outside for. “If you wanted to invite me in, we could start there?”

“You want to come in?” Cas asked.

“Yeah, I— Yeah,” said Dean.

Cas looked thoughtful but he stepped back, letting Dean inside. Dean’s heart beat faster just passing close by Cas. The room was warm but there were a couple of windows open and Cas had the fan going, keeping it from feeling stuffy. Cas passed Dean to set the container of conchas on the table. He stopped there, looking down at them, far from confident in his next step.

Dean wondered for the first time if he really had broken things irremediably. He thought he could bring some bread over and make things right just like that? After breaking Cas’ heart into pieces by being so careless and cruel the night before?

“I freaked out.” Dean’s own voice surprised him. Quiet and strained and uncertain. He didn’t even know where the words came from, unbidden but completely honest. “I never even thought of— of kissing a guy before.” It was so vulnerable he looked down at his shoes, feeling red touch his cheeks, even as he could tell that Cas now looked over. “And I just— I like you so much, Cas, and I was worried I ruined everything, and I got scared, and then I did ruin everything. But uh, you know, my whole life just changed less than twenty-four hours ago and I just… wanna make it right.”

“Changed?” said Cas, taking a step closer.

“I’ve been trying to be something I’m not,” said Dean.  “My whole life. And then you came along. You came back. And I— I didn’t know what it meant to me. Until last night.”

Cas lifted his chin, his shoulders evening out from their previous despondent slope. “So when you said… You’re ‘not like that’...”

Dean shook his head, meeting Cas’ gaze even though it was terrifying to be so bold and honest. “It wasn’t true,” said Dean. “But… I needed some time to figure it out.”

“You talked to Cesar,” said Cas, fitting that piece of information into context now.

“Yeah,” said Dean. “I’m sorry about icing you out last night. It wasn’t fair. Are you… are you okay?”

Cas’ head tipped again as if he hadn’t expected that question. He had to think about the answer. He eventually said, “Yeah. Now.” He wet his lips and said, “Dean. I wanted to talk to you. I just wanted to say… all these things to you. I wasn’t going to push. I would’ve listened.”

“I’m sorry for that part,” said Dean. “I’m sorry I was a dick to you.”

“I was afraid I ruined things,” said Cas.

He was afraid of more than that. Dean couldn’t forget the way Cas glanced at the steps as if Dean might’ve turned up here with backup. Dean took a small step forward. “Can we start over?” he asked. “Forget I made such a mess?”

Cas glanced at Dean’s lips, a telling gesture. Exactly what Dean wanted. “Starting over,” said Cas. “Does that mean…”

“I wanna kiss you again,” said Dean. “And this time I won’t run away.”

Cas closed the last distance between them. His hand rose to cradle Dean’s jaw and Dean swore his heart leapt to his mouth in time for their lips to meet. This kiss was so tender and yet it was so much more than Dean had ever felt with any of the rare girls he’d agreed to date. Cas felt so much more real, so solid. And while this felt so much more enlivening than any other kiss, Dean found himself drifting within it, as if he’d been unmoored into a dream.

When they kissed away they kept their faces close, Cas’ head bowed and resting against Dean’s forehead. His thumb brushed across Dean’s chin, tracing just faintly against Dean’s lower lip. Dean’s heart thudded in his chest.

“You aren’t running away,” Cas stated.

“No,” said Dean. “I wanna stay right here.”

Cas made a sound like his breath catching. “Stay,” he said. “Please.”

There was something else in it. Something deeper than Dean understood. Not dangerous, not bad, but imbued with meaning he didn’t have all the clues to decipher.

[ibchemist]

Things I would have wanted to know before starting the IB

Lovelies! I'm back. Hi. For the ones that are new or simply don't know me, my name is Paula and I'm currently on the summer vacations before senior year. One year ago I was very excited about the IB, which made me numb and have fake expectations... so, here are some things I (me, only me) would had wanted to know.

It's all a matter of discipline and choosing things you enjoy: the IB is hard, it will always be hard BUT, it can be enjoyable if you actually pick classes that you like. Example, I chose Glopol because i'm a MUN kid and I FUCKING HATE IT. Even if i'm getting good grades, just entering the class is a struggle. Instead, Biology and Chem are my babes. They are soooo hard but I actually enjoy studying them and that makes me more disciplined.

CAS/TOK CAN BE AN EASY SEVEN IF YOU WORK FOR IT. And that's a fact. I've had 7 on the three trimesters of TOK and CAS just because I've put effort in my things. Then it's an easy boost for my average.

More than one science at a time is hard, but it is possible. I'm taking both Bio and Chem in HL and everyone told me I was going to die; but i'm still here so... it's just a matter of truly liking it and doing your work. Plus, biology is a matter of studying a lot and for ME, writing your notes a thousands time.

MEGA STUDY TIP, USE YOUR PARENTS. I've always struggled memorizing but since I started "teaching" my parents what i've learned, i've learned and memorized way faster. Thanks mom, thanks dad!

Don't go into Math AA if you don't like math. It's so obvious but I regret my pick everyday... please don't do AA for ego like me.

4 or below is normal, don't cry yourself for it. If you pick a hard course you're going to have a hard time in some topics. That's normal, so instead of punishing for it prepare for the next and be better <3

It's not much, I just wanted to reflect some more, so thank you guys for being that comfy space <3

[kosmokhaos]

Hi love! Your sims are GAWJUSSS. Literally breath taking. I’ve recently got back into playing ts3 and am loving it. I was wondering if you can recall the skin and/or makeup&accessories you used in Nyanaath’s makeover update here: https://www.tumblr.com/kosmokhaos/733942789751078912/i-feel-successful-now-cause-damn-ignore-the

I’ve been struggling so bad to find skins of high quality and detail that are darker hues, or eye/nose masks that don’t lose detail the deeper the shade gets. I saw that you gave a resource list of skins a few years back when Nyanaath looked a lil different, so i wasn’t sure if there was anything relatively new that you used or not. I see the pores and details in Nyanaath’s skin and am just dying to know how to get like you lmaoo

First of all, Hiii and thank you! 😁💕Happy new year! Prepare for a bit of rambling but I link to some stuff in the end.

I want to start off saying that most of my sim pics are edited to some degree, especially previous pics from the past. I'm trying to rely less on editing to make my sims looks nice, but of course there is only so much you can do in a sims game.

This is an example of what Nyanaath's skin looks like unedited. EA lighting sucks ass and looks patchy in Sims 3 on dark colored objects in general and unfortunately, sims are not excluded. I end up smoothing the discoloration and patchiness with editing 😭

Before vs After

Skins as dark as Nena's have to be made dark from the start because using a pale/light based skin and trying to use an in-game slider to darken it never turns out good in any game. Dark skin reflects light and shadows differently than light skin and needs its own already-dark base.

I will seriously consider trying to throw together a skinblend for male and female skins that are dark like this because I truly think there are none. BUUUUT LOL rambling aside I do have new recommendations for makeup and skin details since that post:

1. First up is @sourlemonsimblr for makeup. Especially for eyebrows and lipsticks! A lot of their lipsticks are insanely detailed and recolorable enough that they can fit most darker tones. Their skins are lovely too and they've even recently made a dark skin which I will💗Link Here💗. I haven't gotten a chance to play with it yet but they always have quality stuff. Take a stroll through their Downloads page because it's definitely worth it. 2. Next up for skin detail makeups is @smallsimmer. They have so many good nose makes and eye/lip details that can be recolored to use on your darker skinned sims! If you ever had a skin you really liked and wanted to switch up the nose, eyes or lips, their skin detail makeup will absolutely come in clutch. They even have a few converted for child and toddler sims (something ts3 is lacking in)💗Link Here💗 3. If you want some AF skins for darker sims that are readily available and detailed, I'd suggest @annoyinglydarkblaze I learned a lot about making skins from watching their journey into skin making a few years ago. Since they aren't as active anymore and their posts are a bit scattered I will link the skins I like best: 💗Here💗 💗Here💗 and 💗Here💗 4. My next pick for more masculine/male-centered CAS makeup and CC is @nectar-cellar Their cc has been helpful as I slowly update my male OCs. The Beards/detail makeup torso muscled-torso meshes and clothing are some of the best. 5. I also suggest @simtanico for sliders and their detail makeup. I have just about every slider they've created 😂They also make really well done maxis-match kinda styled clothes for male sims too.

I'm sure there are tons of other people I'm missing but its been a minute since I've been around simblr myself so I'll try to update this list as I go.

I'll also leave you with a little tip: Do NOT be afraid to use the opacity slider and layering with makeup on darker sims. Layering and opacity is your friend!

Happy Simming! 💗✨

[robingurl]

Young Master: Scared of Thunderstorms

Reposting a fic since I now know I’m not alone in this glorious pursuit of hurt/comfort with Sebby and Ciel

Young Master: Fear of Thunderstorms By Robin Gurl

It was one of the stormier nights England had had in years. Thunder rocked the Phantomhive Mansion causing some of the chandeliers to shake with it, swaying back and forth.

Ciel sat up in his bed panting, shaking out of fear. It wasn’t like he going to come out right and say it that he was scared of storms…but he was. He looked to the door wondering if he should go find Sebastian. The demon didn’t sleep …so he’d be awake. Or he could just call him….

Lightening flashed again and Thunder crackled, Ciel jumped off the bed and sighed annoyed. He put his slippers on and wrapped his blanket around his body. This was more than a little embarrassing.

He took one of the candles out in the hallway and carried it with him down stairs then down one more floor the servants quarters. He tip toed hoping the other servants wouldn’t hear what was going on. He’d never live it down if he were caught down here.

He checked the kitchen but saw no one then looked down the hallway and saw the last room had a dim light coming through the bottom of the door. He took a deep breath wondering if he should just go back upstairs. Sebastian had told him many times to never disturb him at night …that if the young master needed him to only call.

He wondered if it was because of Sebastian’s true form. That he didn’t want Ciel to see it. “Well that’s bollucks, he is MY butler and MY demon…I should be able to see what I wish!”

He started down towards the end of the hallway and stopped at the door. Did he knock? Enter? Was it right to just enter even if he was the master? What if he had some female over….that thought boiled Ciel’s blood – he better bloody not have a girl in that room. He held his hand up to knock when the thunder clapped and his instincts took over, he fumbled quickly tears pricking his eyes and opened the door falling into the room in a pile of limbs.

Sebastian sat up dropping his book surprised. He blinked as one of his cats hopped off his shoulder and onto the floor pawing over curiously to the young child on the floor. “…Young Master?!” He stood up and hurried over kneeling down trying not to laugh, “What is this all about? You are trembling, did you have a nightmare?” He spared at glance at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed it was only 1am. He still would have had another hour to read more on tomorrows big dinner preparations before the housework would have called his name.

“Shut up!” Ciel shouted embarrassed, his cheeks were flushed red and he was unable to look at his butler. He sat up onto his knees looking down at the ground. His eyes clenched shut as he suddenly sneezed, his allergies acting up. “You a-are a fool if you think I came in here just f-for you!” He sneezed again.

“Am I the fool? This is my room, young master and while yes you do own this house, you did “give” me this room and it is my private quarters.” Sebastian explained calmly. “However, I am more concerned with the fact that my young master is in nothing but a blanket in the middle of the night in my room instead of upstairs asleep like he should be.”

Ciel glanced up then quickly looked back down. “I-It’s …n-nothing.” A clap of thunder exploded outside, Ciel jumped clenching his blanket tightly in his hands.

A smirk crossed Sebastian’s features. “Young master, are you frightened of the storm?”

“N-No of course not. I was just unable to sleep a-and worrie-“ Ciel suddenly sneezed again loudly, rubbing at his eyes.

The demon blinked watching as his young master sneezed again and again. “I believe the correct phrase is “bless you”, my lord?”

Ciel just tried to glare his body still trembling as he sniffled. “I-I’m allergic t-to c-ca- AHHHCHOO! Y-You idiot!!”

“Which is exactly why I asked you not to come down to my room and to stay away from it. I said it for your own safety, young master.” Sebastian sighed and picked up the candle that had fallen the stone floor. He handed it to Ciel, “Forgive me, my lord, but please allow me to put my friends up and then I shall join you outside of this room?”

Ciel nodded sniffling as he sneezed again, he did feel extremely embarrassed now. To think he really thought that Sebastian would turn into his true form or even have a woman over. He had made a fool of himself and now he’d have an allergy headache for the rest of the week.

Then again, Ciel turned around and watched from the entrance to Sebastian’s room, he’d never seen his butler wear anything but his suit. It was strange to see the demon in such comfortable clothes, they were obviously chosen for the felines comfort not his own, but it was still an amusing site. The satin Burgundy shirt and brown pants didn’t make his butler look bad – just different. He looked almost human.

He startled as thunder clapped loudly shaking the manor again and buried his face in his blanket. He heard the door shut and saw Sebastian was in front of him, dressed as he normally was. “T-That was fast.”

Sebastian just smiled warmly holding up the candelabra in front of his master’s face, “I do apologize for my unsightly appearance. Lady Elizabeth gave me that shirt as a thank you for helping with her party last month. I obviously have no need for such things but the kittens I found seem to love the texture, so when I do research for certain matters, I’ve taken to “changing” into something more comfortable.”

“T-That’s fine…t-that didn’t bother me. You have your servants quarters for that reason…” Ciel responded weakly still trying to quale the fear building up inside him.

“So, young master, may I ask again? Why are you all the way down here? I am most worried about your already fragile health, you are barefoot and trembling.” The demon reached forward and took the candle out of the small shaking hands. He blew it out and set it aside, his own candles lighting the way. “Let’s get you back to bed, shall we?”

Lightening flashed outside and a few seconds later thunder rumbled and exploded outside. Ciel dropped to his knees cowering under his blanket. Sebastian blinked and looked down, it was rare to see his master show such weakness in front of him. “Master?!” He knelt to his knees and lifted the edge of the blanket, this was bringing back memories of when he’d just met Ciel.

Ciel reluctantly lifted his gaze, his eyes were large and there were a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “…D-Don’t ..s-say a word…S-Sebastian…”

Sebastian merely reached forward and wiped a few of the tears off the pale cheeks. He then stood up and gathered the young child into his arms as if he were holding a babe. “Young Master, you do know that thunder can not harm you? And since we are inside, neither can the lightening? I was not aware that my master was sensitive to loud noises…”

“I-I’m not.” Came the embarrassed curt response. Ciel’s head popped out of the blanket and came to rest on Sebastian’s shoulder. Thunder exploded again and he clung to his butler. “O-Only t-thunder..”

“Relax your eyes, my lord, you already have a headache from your allergies, there is no need to make it worse. I am here, you are safe.” The demon said reassuringly as he walked up the big flight of stairs and down the hallway towards Ciel’s room.

“T-This is embarrassing. I am a the head of the Phantomhive Household…I should not be scared of thunder.” Ciel muttered not lifting his face from Sebastian’s shoulders.

The demon just smiled as he entered the master bed room. He sat the candelabra down on the boy’s nightstand beside the bed then gently lay his master down in the sheets and covers.

“S-Sebastian don’t leave!” Ciel said sitting up. “T-This is an order! S-Stay with me tonight!”

Sebastian only walked to the giant windows and pulled the curtains closed more tightly than they were before tying them shut. His eyes glowed red as he turned around, Ciel was huddled on the bed – knees to his chest. “Is that better? Now you can not see the lightening.”

Thunder rumbled and Ciel glanced up fearfully, “I-I can still hear it..! I-I o-order you to l-lay in bed w-with me..”

Sebastian blinked but obeyed and awkwardly got on the bed. He lay down as he was told and was surprised when the young child curled up beside him, burying his face in his side.

“I-I guess as a d-demon you can’t m-make it go away…”

“No, my lord, I do not have the power to control the weather, I’m afraid. However, if I may, I have an idea on how to remedy this problem so you may go to sleep.”

Ciel lifted his head curiously. He watched as Sebastian turned on his side and reached down placing both of his hands over Ciel’s ears. Ciel’s eyes widened as he felt the bed tremble from the thunder but he couldn’t hear it.

Sebastian smiled warmly at his master and guided the boy to lay down close to him so he could keep his hands over his master’s ears. He felt the boy relax and fall asleep, both of the small hands clenching the black waist coat until the knuckles were white. Sebastian leaned close to Ciel’s ear and removed one of his hands for a few seconds. “…Master, no matter what position you may hold in this world, you are still merely a child capable of childish fears and this does not make you weak, it is merely a normal step towards adult hood. Your soul is no less appetizing to me, never be afraid to show fear. I will stay by your side until morning as you have ordered me to do so.”

Ciel’s grip on the waist coat relaxed and his sleep sounded deeper as he snored lightly. Sebastian placed his hand back over the ear he had uncovered right as a large clap exploded over head. His young charge didn’t move this time or tremble in fear – for he was safe.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Sleepwalk

Author: Bees

Artist: natmoose

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Cas John/Mary Lee/Lisa

Length: 27000

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, period typical homophobia

Tags: 1950s, coming of age, eventual HEA, Beat literature

Posting Date: November 6, 2023

Summary: Set during the 1950s in the small town of Hays, Kansas, Dean's got it all: great family, friends aplenty, and he's star of the basketball team, a real popular fella. But something's missing, he feels like he's sleepwalking, like nothing's ever enough, so he dreams of a life of adventure outside the confines of his hometown. Then one day, in strides Cas, this blue-eyed bohemian from NYC, and things start changing quick like a jackrabbit. They set out to explore their true selves and identities—Cas becoming a catalyst for the change Dean would like to see in himself—all while wanting nothing better than to make it through their final year of school.

Excerpt: Dean stands on the dock panting, out of breath from fear and rage and he screams. He screams at the water and listens to it bounce back, echoing and mocking, his voice but not his own.  When he can't scream any longer, he takes another breath and lets it all out again, hysterical. Dad finally catches up, pulling Dean close, embracing him with his giant arms. Dean sobs into his perfectly starched and pressed uniform, the hand-stitched Sheriff's badge soaking up his salty tears and blood. He feels like a small child again, engulfed in that embrace after a night of bad dreams, rocking gently and soothed with a tender hand through his hair. "I fucked up, Dad." John strokes his hair again and kisses his head, replying, "I know." It's not an accusation, just acknowledgment of truths that need to be spoken, things that could destroy them if they weren't true to themselves. A simple understanding that none of them are perfect. "I know, kid. So did I." --- --- --- Dean steps foot off the platform and makes his way through the winding tunnels of the dingy terminal and up through the beautifully tiled main concourse and out the wide, gaping doors of grand central station. The streets of Manhattan are dirty and packed and filled up with cars. Horns honk and the air smells stale, nothing like the fresh small-town air he is so used to. He’s never smelled anything so liberating. He closes his eyes and tips his head up to the sky, letting the sun soak into his skin as ladies in ermine stoles and gentlemen in fine fedoras skirt past him, rushing to get back to their hectic city lives. He stands there for what must be mere moments, but to him an eternity of perfect harmony within his soul. He floats above the city and stares down from the heavens. His whole life, his dreams, his hopes, never had any of these things prepared him for the absolute sense of bittersweet finality, a family left behind—and of the pure joy at the thought of a new family about to begin. A future yet lived, a future with Cas. It is there with the chill breeze of springtime on his cheeks that his old life ends, where life truly begins, and it all begins with one simple phrase in a lemon whiskey voice: “Hello, Dean.”

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[pickledpascal]

Meat & Candy

Chapter Six

Warnings: general anxiousness, 18+ themes, fluff.

Word Count: 1.5k

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Dean had to take a deep breath at least five times in the last few minutes and decided to do his breathing exercises. Was he really that nervous to be going on a date? Well, yeah. It didn’t even have to be a date with Cas, it could’ve been with anyone . He hadn’t been on a “regular” date in years. He and Benny would have their benders and other… things . He wasn’t even sure if he had been on a “regular” date before. Cassie might’ve been the closest when they had dinners nearly every Friday together. 

Shit, Cassie. Was he making a mistake by inviting Castiel there? Well, it wasn’t her house but it was the closest thing to it. Dean took another breath as he stepped inside the bakery. It smelled amazing in there, always did. Then again, he and Cassie weren’t as close as they used to be. They were still friends, but far from intimate and they didn’t spend that much time together anymore.

“Hey, Cassie!” Dean smiled as he waved at her, his worries melted away. “How’s sales going?”

Cassie was behind the glass counter, an apron around her waist. “Just fine, Dean.” She smiled back with a cocked eyebrow. “How’s the restaurant?”

Dean leaned against the counter, glancing at the other patrons enjoying their pastries and various types of coffee. They all seemed content. Similar to how all his customers left. “Doing well.” He said softly.

“Looks like both our dreams came true.” Cassie pointed out, getting his attention again. “Now, I'm assuming you didn't come here just to chat to little ole me so… what can I get ya?” 

Dean looked at all the different baked goods as if he was looking to try something new even though he'd get the same thing as always. “One maple bacon donut,” He glanced up at the drink menu, “And a medium latte with sweet cream, please.”

Cassie pressed a few buttons at the register and flipped the tablet for Dean. “That'll be $10.67.” 

He paid and added a five-dollar tip with a wink. He always made sure any place he went to for any service got a healthy tip, especially if they were a smaller business. 

Dean waited by the counter, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Summer was starting soon but it wasn't too hot to wear a jacket anymore. He glanced at the clock on the wall every so often. It was getting so close to when they were supposed to be meeting but Cas wasn't there yet. He didn't know why, but his heart started racing again. God, he thought he was over that already. 

Cassie had his order out in just a few minutes and gave him a sly smile. “Got a date?” She asked.

“How'd you know?” Dean squeaked as if he wasn't shifting every two seconds. He grabbed his coffee and donut, immediately taking a bite of it followed by a large gulp from his coffee. 

Cassie gave him a look, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. Dean could be really oblivious at times. 

Dean gulped down everything and nodded at her, a nervous smile fluctuating on his lips. “Right, yeah.” He flicked a couple crumbs off his shirt. 

He bee-lined for a table by the windows so he could see Castiel as he came in. Just to be prepared. Or something. However, Cas must’ve come from the other direction because Dean didn’t see him until he stepped through the door. Dean’s heart stopped as Cas waved before going to the register to buy whatever sweets or coffee he wanted.

Dean coughed and lifted a hand to his mouth to smell his breath. Okay, it was fine. He then scratched at his beard to smooth it and make sure it was styled how he liked. Nearly as soon as that was finished, Castiel sat across from him. 

“Hello, Dean.” He smiled softly and glanced down at the goods he got, taking a sip from his coffee. “I wasn’t sure which donuts to get… so I got an array I thought Claire and I would like.” He said softly, a light blush on his cheeks.

It was good to know Dean wasn’t the only nervous one. It made him feel better, a bit of weight off his shoulders. 

“That’s okay,” Dean smiled, amused. “But I have to warn you,” He motioned to the five donuts in front of him. “These go bad after a day or two. I mean, they’re still edible, just not as good.” He took a bite of his own donut and then wiped his lips.

Castiel’s eyes caught the movement before he cut one donut—Boston creme—in half. “So how do you know the owner?” He asked as he took a bite.

Dean pursed his lips and looked away for a moment. “Me and Cassie, we used to date a while ago. But we're just friends.” He was quick to add that last part. 

“Oh! Really? Why did you date?” Castiel didn't seem phased much, perhaps even a little excited to learn more about Dean's past.

Dean rubbed his nose a little. It's not that he didn't want to talk about it, he was just surprised at how well Castiel seemed to take the information. He sipped his coffee. “Um, we went to the same high school. And we're both trans so… just kinda clicked because of that. I think we were the only openly trans kids at the time.” 

Castiel hummed in response. “It must've been… nerve-wracking. I'm glad you had someone to relate to.” He smiled gently.

“Yeah…” Dean smiled a little to himself at the memories, glancing at Cassie. 

For a while, she was everything to him and more, but the sparkles faded and he realized that maybe he didn't want to be with her forever . At least, not as a lifelong romantic partner. Dean had been thinking about maybe providing some of Cassie's baked goods at his restaurant for pickup or something but he had Charlie for that.

“How'd you end up working for the Tribune?” Dean asked, trying to learn more about Cas. All he really knew was that he was a journalist, also a single father, and he absolutely loved his cooking.

Castiel shrugged. “I just went to college at the University of Illinois for Journalism and thought getting a job at the Tribune would be a logical thing to do.” He let out a soft laugh, glancing down at the table. “I'm sorry, my life is not as interesting as yours.”

“It's okay, don't worry! Honestly, it's nice to be around someone whose life is not as…” Dean struggled to find the right words for a few moments. “Not as crazy.”

“Good… that's good.” Castiel nodded. 

The rest of that morning was spent talking about their children, the donuts they both had, and a few memories of their brothers. It seemed they bonded in more ways than one. 

Food lovers? Check.

Single dads? Check.

Weird brothers? Check.

Although Gabriel was technically the older brother, he seemed to act incredibly childish at times. Dean had to agree after knowing him for a while.

They left the cafe together as Dean stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Um, when do you, uh, wanna do this again?”

“Soon… very soon,” Castiel said, gripping his paper bag that held the donuts. “Perhaps next week?” He suggested. “I don't cook too well, but you can come to my house.” 

Dean nodded, a soft smile on his face. Contentedness. “That sounds good.” 

They awkwardly stood by each other on the sidewalk for a bit.

“Can I—” Dean was cut off.

Castiel had kissed him, lifting his free hand to cup Dean's face. It was soft but surprised Dean nonetheless. He wanted to be a gentleman about it, but Castiel couldn't wait.

“Yes.” Castiel whispered as he pulled away.

A larger smile broke out on Dean's lips before he wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and kissed him deeper than before. The way their lips slotted together, the way their bodies slotted together just felt right. Like maybe, just maybe, Dean had found his person. And he wasn't about to let Cas go without giving him something memorable. 

A goodbye kiss. One that wasn't really a goodbye, more of a ‘I’ll-see-you-very-soon’ kiss. 

“Hey, can y'all leave? I think you're scaring my customers!” Cassie joked from the door. 

Dean glanced at Cassie. “Sure, just, uh,” he looked back at Castiel. “Talk to you later.” He pecked his lips quickly before leaving.

Castiel watched him walk to his car, a light feeling in his chest. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Just because he was given an interview to do. Maybe he needed to thank Crowley. He quite liked wine, perhaps Cas could splurge on an expensive bottle with his raise.

“You're really in love with him, huh?” He heard Cassie's voice before he turned to face her.

He coughed, shrugging. “Well, uh, I don't— I couldn't say right now.” He knew that he was bullshitting himself.

Cassie chuckled. She could tell too. “You do. I can tell.” She soon went back inside the cafe. 

[sejianismodding]

🪳 BUG ALERT - EAxis broke automatic outfit switching with Update 10/22/2024.

👹 SEVEN (7) WEEKS and THREE (3) UPDATES later, it still hasn't been fixed, but they had time to work on a new FOMO Event, right? Priorities, baby!

You've likely noticed this. I didn't because I haven't been "playing".

When bathing or doing any action that should make your sim nude, they're now wearing underwear, yes?

Underwear is not broken.

CAS is not broken.

Saving and loading is not broken.

I started this investigation in the hopes of finding a solution to the issue reported, however the issue reported turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg.

EAXIS BROKE ALL AUTOMATIC OUTFIT SWITCHING!

If you "Change into Nude", you just got bugged.

If you take a shower, you just got bugged.

If you go on a jog and the game switches your outfit, you just got bugged.

If you go for a swim and the game switches your outfit, you just got bugged.

If your one and only neighbor invites you to - what's that thing they say they have tickets for - and the game switches your outfit, you just got bugged.

I assume if you leave for work and the game switches your outfit, you just got bugged!

And if you save the game after any of this happens, you're saving the bug to the save game. Huzzah!

But it's not only "breaking underwear" - if you're a creator and have ever done anything with "appearance_modifiers", prepare to soil yourself - the bug appears to break all "outfit_type_compatibility" functions too! Double huzzah!

You can read the investigation process on Patreon. Cheers!

Also, did you know they changed CAS?

[maletales]

Room Service ❗️18+❗️

Chris Evans x Ma!e Reader

❗️THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO GO EASY ON ME❗️

⚠️Warning⚠️: Contains Mature Content

❗️18+❗️only please.

Working as room service for the most prominent hotel company in Hollywood has some ups and downs. Like for instance, you get to see all your favorite movie stars, but you have to deal with those celebrities who are secretly douche-bags. You can get the gossip on their upcoming films, but are literally at their beck and call.

FF to present day, 8:30 pm

You arrive at work at 8:30 on the dot, per usual. Though working nights doesn’t bring many celebrities in, you don’t mind the quietness. All you have to do is wait at the front desk and answer the phone for room service.

RING RING RING…RING RING RING

You pick up the phone.

Y/N: “Thank you for calling room service, how may I assist you this evening?” You say in an enthusiastic tone.

Unknown: “Uh, yeah hi. Um- I’m just gonna need an extra pillow for room 601.” A vaguely familiar voice says.

Y/N: “No problem sir, that will be right up” you say, setting the phone back on the bace.

Y/N: “Why does he sound so familiar?” You ponder.

Grabbing the pillow from the supply closet, you head towards room 601. You arrive on the floor after taking the elevator, to realize it’s a single room floor.

Y/N: “Damn now I wanna know who this is” you think to yourself.

You walk to the door that reads a sign, saying 601.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Y/N: “ROOM SERVICE!” You yell.

Unknown: “COME IN”

You open the door and walk down a short hallway to the bedroom. You see that the door is ajar and continue to walk in.

Y/N: “I brought the pillow you ca-“ you stop mid sentence.

From your experience at working for this company, nothing has prepared you for what you see. That mysterious man on the other end of the line is no other than Chris Evans. But the surprising part wasn’t that it was the Chris Evans, it was that he was lying down on the bed and wasn’t wearing pants. All he had on was a small white t-shirt and a tight pear of red briefs, clearly outlining his enormous bulge.

Chris: “The pillow I called about” he finishes.

Y/N: “Um- the uh- yeah pillow!” you spit out, stuttering after every word.

Chris gets up from his place in bed and slowly walks towards you. You freeze in place, and can’t help but stare at the amazing figure ahead of you. The way his legs move, accentuating the bulge in his briefs. The way the t-shirt he wears doesn’t fit his enormous shoulders and arms. And his face, the way he says so much without speaking. He stops, leaving only little room between you and him. You still frozen can’t muster up anything to say, and just stand there. He grabs the pillow from your hand, and throws it on the bed.

Chris: “You know, it’s bad manners for me to let you leave without a tip”

Y/N: “I-“

Chris leans his face down, and begins to lock lips with yours. You feel his tongue touch yours while he kisses you, and you let out a moan. The warmth of his mouth making you want more. Chris begins to move backwards towards the bed with your lips still touching, and sits down. You pause and take your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Chris begins to slide his briefs off, and you watch in awe to finally see his dick out of his shorts. The sheer size of it, measuring towards the 8 inch mark. The trail of hair leading to the beautiful piece of meat. He was perfect in every way. You lower yourself to the ground, and bend over Chris’s legs and begin to take it in. You start at the tip, licking your way around. Chris lays back and grips the cotton sheets of the bed tightly. You slowly begin to take more and more of his dick, as Chris lets out the most beautiful moans you have never heard before. After reaching down, you feel his pre cum drip down your throat, and taste the salty liquid. Chris moves his hands from the bed to your head, and starts moving you up and down like a kebab. He moans so loudly it makes you thankful you’re on a floor alone with him. Feeling his dick start to pulse, you deepthroat his cock until it reaches the back of your throat and hold it there.

Chris: “I’m- gonna- cu- ccu-“

Before he can even finish, he fills your throat with his hot semen and pulls out, where his dick continuously spews his cum everywhere in the room like an out of control water fountain. When he finally stops, he flips over on his stomach and arches his back. You slip your underwear off and hop on the bed.

Y/N: “This may tickle” you say to him.

Chris: “come in me. Just come inside already baby”

You spit on your finger tip and begin to shove it in Chris’s tight asshole.

Chris: “OOH” he moans. “More”

You stick a second finger in, making him practically scream. You adjust your dick and tease him by rubbing your dick around his hole.

Chris: “Put it in me” he begs you.

You comply, and proceed to jam your cock in his ass and thrust back and forth. Both of you moan, and you grip his back. You let your load go in his ass, filling him completely with your warm cum. You pull out. And lie on your back. Chris gets up, and stands over your body.

Chris: “Eat it” he commands.

You watch as his body gets lowered over you, and how his ass slowly makes it to your face. You grab his cheeks with your hands and open them up, where you rim him with your tongue. As you rim him, you feel Chris playing with your dick, making you stick your tongue through his ass, to where he moans uncontrollably. His wet ass makes you hornier than ever, making your dick more erect. Chris then moves his ass out of your face and rotates to sit on your dick. You see him get lower and lower until you feel yourself enter him. He then continuously bounces up and down making you loose it. You can’t help but to moan and continue to pump your semen into his ass. Grabbing on his muscles, Chris sits up and lifts your legs on his shoulders. He then slowly inserts his cock into your ass and thrusts you against the bed. Grabbing on to anything, you and Chris both moan until you feel him cum inside of your ass. He pulls out his soaked cock and lies on you, beginning to kiss you, when you both fall asleep.

FF to the next day, 9:10 am

You wake up to see Chris besides you with his dick still hanging out. You put some clothing on and head downstairs to pick up the continental breakfast. You load up your plate with chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and pastries from the kitchen and head back to his room. You wait for him to wake up and enjoy the plate of food together.

Working at this hotel has been your best experience throughout your life. Maybe it’s because of all the really rich and famous people you meet, or maybe it’s because when you have nights, you always get a call about room 601 needing another pillow.

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 18-- Coffin/Bat

Content warnings: typical vampire possessiveness and lots of talk of biting

Unknown has barely gotten back to Magenta after fleeing the apartment when he notices that you've been bombarding him with messages. He had to leave his phone in the intelligence room for this mission; it's too big and bulky for him to lug around in bat form. Now that he's transformed back, though, he can indulge in a bit of idle conversation.

MC: If you're really a vampire MC: Do you like MC: Sleep in a coffin?

Unknown rolls his eyes. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? He'd been about to bite you when Luciel had arrived to ward him off, brandishing a vial of holy water like it couldn't very well burn him, too. In retrospect, Unknown should have taken his chances and tipped the vial the other way, but it had been too much hassle over just some human— he had simply turned into a bat and flown away. He figured that in doing so, he would force Luciel to explain the particulars of their situation to you, and you would be so disgusted with the monster sharing your apartment that you'd beg Unknown to come and save you. At least the Mint Eye vampires don't toy with humans the way Luciel does, pretending to be normal and then presenting their fangs. Unknown, unlike that redhead, came in with his fangs already out, entirely prepared to show you his true colors and mark you as his own in one fell swoop.

Unknown: yes Unknown: so does your boyfriend MC: He's not my boyfriend MC: He won't even talk to me MC: And he says he's not gonna sleep MC: I’m really worried MC: Should I try to find a coffin for him?  MC: Would he be more comfortable?  MC: Is there like a coffin website that you order them from?

It's certainly not a testament to your wisdom that you're volunteering such sensitive information— but if vampire lore is what it takes to gain your trust, then so be it. All that Unknown needs to do is get you close enough to bite, and then all this will be over. At the apartment, you brushed your hair away, offering him your neck— trusting him, foolishly, and not even thinking about the how the RFA members might respond to such a betrayal. Luciel interrupted something that was none of his business, in keeping with the beastly nature that he tries so hard to hide. Vampires are possessive creatures, after all, and that redhead clearly sees both you and the apartment as his territory. 

Unknown: We don't have to sleep very often, prince(ss) Unknown: And he'll be watching you like a hawk from now on Unknown: In case I try to come back and claim you MC: You should have bitten me faster MC: And then we wouldn't have this problem Unknown: Careful with that attitude Unknown: You want me to save you, don't you? Unknown: So you should be respectful MC: Okay, listen here, bat boy

Unknown can't help but chuckle. It was one thing when you challenged him without knowing what he was, but now, it's clear you're well aware, so why are you playing around? You must really trust him, then. Good.

Unknown: Careful

He already knows very well that you’re not going to heed his warning, but he figures he may as well offer it anyway. After all, if you had any sense, you would stop challenging strange vampires and start thinking about your own self-preservation.

MC: I know Seven means well MC: But he won't let me out of his sight MC: And he moves so fast? Unknown: Mhm Unknown: I can move a lot faster MC: Not fast enough to bite me though MC: Lol Unknown: You'll be mine soon enough MC: Ok  MC: If you say so MC: Anyway  MC: Can you go out in the sun? MC: Seven isn't answering any of my vampire questions

Of course— that redhead is obviously ashamed of what he is. He wears a crucifix that can never touch his skin, a perpetual reminder of his guilt and an open denial of his vampire nature. Judging by your messages, he hasn’t even shown you his bat form yet, and probably never will. Luciel is playing at being human, though he’s doing a shit job of it, if he can’t even stop himself from moving at his natural speed. Unknown, on the other hand, has embraced his monstrosity. He doesn't care who knows what he's become: he’s a creature of the night, which means that he’s entitled to as much snarling, biting, and flying as he sees fit.

Unknown: And he never will Unknown: If you want answers, then you have to come to me

You leave him on read; from what Unknown can see on the security camera feed, you've been caught fraternizing with the enemy— Luciel is obviously lecturing you, and Unknown can see why. Vampires are possessive, after all, and no matter how much he denies his nature, Luciel is as much a vampire as Unknown is. V made sure of that, didn't he, when he took that redhead under his wing? After some consideration, Unknown elects to offer you a promise, though it's not a very romantic one:

Unknown: soon, prince(ss)

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

One Night Rendezvous by Chasity Bowlin & Laramie Briscoe!

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From USA Today Bestselling Authors, Chasity Bowlin and Laramie Briscoe, comes the third book in a brand new small town series full of spice, steam, and second chances.

Ashley

Dixie Plaza. The hell hole I grew up in, is my new home, courtesy of my Dad’s petty spite. He sold my grandma’s house out from under me and now all I can afford is this beat up trailer. But Dixie Plaza isn’t all bad.

The hot, single dad neighbor with a slightly shady past and a killer smile? That’s definitely a plus. The way my pulse kicks up when he turns that smile in my direction? That’s a problem.

Ford

How the hell am I supposed to stay away from this woman when my kid adores her and the feeling is obviously mutual? I don’t have time to get involved with the pretty brunette who is not trailer park material. My daughter is my only priority. So what if I see my gorgeous new neighbor in my dreams? I’m a grown man who knows you don’t always get what you want.

But what if it’s not about wanting her. What if it’s about needing her? And that… that scares the hell out of me.

Read an Excerpt:Pulling into the gas station, I park, and glance inside. Ashley. She's a complication I hadn't counted on. A surprise I wasn't prepared for. She looks fucking miserable standing there behind the register. Like she's trying to hold back tears that are threatening to escape down that beautiful face of hers. Her fucker of a father should be in jail next to Felicity's mother, but some people don't get what's coming to them the way they should.

Getting out, I walk in, tipping my chin at her as I head over to the cooler. There's a plethora of energy drinks that all taste horrible and make my heart pound, but I need them to stay awake. Going up to the counter, I slap the can down, and give her a smirk. "Pack of Marlboro Reds too."

She looks me up and down, her light eyes traveling all over my body. "Both of those things are going to kill you, ya know? Fifteen thirty five."

"So will old age, but at least I'll enjoy these." I quirk my eyebrows at her, as I slide sixteen bucks across the counter. "Unless you wanna give me something else to enjoy." This is the first time I've blatantly flirted with her like this, and I don't even know what makes me do it right now. Other than the fact I need to feel like something other than a father working his ass off, and she appears to need something other than this damn job.

Her head tilts to the side. Tongue goes out to lick her lips. "You keep playing your cards right, Chevy and I might."

I snort loudly, laughing at the guts she possesses. "You know my name's Ford, and if I'm lucky maybe you'll be screaming it one day soon." With those words, I turn on my heel and walk toward the door.

"What about your change?"

I turn back to face her. "Keep it safe for me. If I ever need something, I'll ask for it back."

She takes the coins out of the register and slides them in her pocket. "All you have to do is ask."

[spnbangbang]

Title: Feast

Author: themauvesoul

Artist: BasketcaseBetty

Primary Ship: Dean/Crowley 

Other Ships: past Cas/Crowley, implied Dean/Cas

Length: 7300

Warnings: Alcoholism, undernegotiated kink

Tags: blow jobs, fingering, pain play, s9 coda, road trips, character study, canon compliant, drowley summer of love

Posting Date: September 19, 2023

Summary:

Crowley had a speech prepared, is the thing. A second speech, technically. But then, the wisps of demonic smoke around Dean clear for a brief, shining, moment, and he sees the breadth and depth of the hunger that’s been hiding inside of Dean all along and—well. “Come run away with me,” he says instead.

Excerpt:

“And what is your definition of a good time?” Crowley asks. “It’s always business with you. I barely even know what you like to drink.” Dean shrugs, and gestures to the empty bottles littering his room. “Ain’t that hard to figure out,” he says, and starts looking through the bottles—trying to find a beer for the road, Crowley realizes, and shudders in disgust. For his part, Crowley takes in the sea of brown glass; cheap beer, all of it, interspersed by bottom-shelf whiskey. The perfect choice for a man who wears flannel the way a nun wears her habit. But there’s something strange about it. Something a little too dedicated in this excess—more religious than hedonistic. The bottles are placed too carefully, more like décor than the casual trash of a functioning alcoholic. Crowley leaves the bottles where they lie, and follows Dean towards the open door. Dean pauses at the threshold and turns back, towards his nightstand. He stares at the photos neatly lined up behind the beer bottles on his nightstand, and for a moment, Crowley wonders if he’s going to change his mind. If, maybe, even this version of Dean truly does want to be fixed. But then, Dean walks over and gently tips each photo frame down, so the pictures are kissing the worn-out wood. He rips off the corner of a half-used notepad, hesitates, then scribbles something across the torn paper in big, sprawling letters. “Come on,” Dean says, rough and low. And, so, Crowley whisks him away in the dead of night—or rather, sits in the passenger seat while Dean whisks himself. Between them a stale, open beer sits in the cupholder, and behind them a faint cloud of dust trails in their rear-view, shimmering in the half-light of the moon.

[laraphleb]

Open Your Career: Top Phlebotomy Training Programs in Redding, CA to Kickstart Your Medical Future

Unlock Your Career: Top phlebotomy Training Programs ​in Redding, CA to Kickstart Your Medical Future

Are you passionate ‍about entering the healthcare industry and looking for a ⁣rewarding career? Phlebotomy offers a fantastic‌ chance to make a difference by collecting blood samples that are​ crucial⁢ for diagnosis and treatment. If you’re in Redding,California,and eager to ⁢start your journey by attending top-rated ⁤phlebotomy training programs,you’re in​ the right place.This comprehensive guide ⁢will introduce you to‌ the​ best‍ programs in Redding, ​discuss the benefits of becoming a certified phlebotomist, share practical tips, and provide valuable resources to help⁤ you unlock your​ medical career.

Why Choose a ‍Career in ⁣Phlebotomy?

Phlebotomy is a vital component⁤ of the​ healthcare system. Certified ⁣phlebotomists are in high demand across hospitals, clinics, ⁣laboratories, and blood banks. Here ‍are some compelling reasons why pursuing phlebotomy training ​is a smart career choice:

high ‌Employment Rate: The demand for skilled phlebotomists continues‍ to grow due to increased healthcare needs.

Fast Certification Process: Many programs offer speedy pathways to⁤ certification within a few months.

Competitive ‌Salary: ‌ Entry-level phlebotomists typically earn a decent wage, with potential⁤ for growth.

Community Impact: Play a direct role in patient care by facilitating essential diagnostic procedures.

Flexible Work Settings: Opportunities available in hospitals, labs, blood ‍donation centers, and mobile clinics.

Top Phlebotomy Training‌ Programs in Redding, CA

finding the right program is crucial for your career. Below are some of the most reputable and comprehensive phlebotomy training courses available in Redding, CA.‍ These programs are selected based on accreditation, curriculum quality, instructor expertise, and student reviews.

1. Shasta College Phlebotomy​ Certification Program

Shasta⁣ College⁢ offers a renowned phlebotomy certification program designed for aspiring medical professionals. ‌This program combines classroom training with hands-on clinical practise, ensuring students gain real-world experience.

Duration: Approximately 4 months

Format: In-person⁣ classes and clinical rotations

Certification: Certified Phlebotomy Technician (CPT)

Accreditation: ⁣ Accredited by the California Community Colleges ChancellorS Office

2. Redding Medical Training Institute

The Redding Medical Training Institute specializes in fast-track healthcare programs, including Phlebotomy Technician training. Their curriculum ‌is updated yearly to reflect industry standards.

Course Length: 6 weeks

Features: Hands-on skills, industry-recognized certification,​ job placement assistance

Ideal For: Beginners⁣ seeking quick entry into healthcare

3.North State Healthcare Academy

This academy provides flexible training options tailored to busy students or working professionals. They offer evening ​and weekend classes for added ‌convenience.

Program Duration: 2-3 months

Includes: Classroom training,clinical practice,CPR certification

Certification: Nationally recognized phlebotomy certification

Key Features⁢ to Look for in a Phlebotomy Program

When selecting a phlebotomy training program,consider ⁢the following factors ⁣to ensure ⁢you receive quality education and preparation:

Feature

Why It Matters

Accreditation

Ensures the program meets industry standards and qualifies you for certification exams

Hands-on Training

Practical experience is crucial for building confidence and competence

Clinical ​Rotations

Real-world lab exposure enhances⁣ skills and increases job ​readiness

Certification Preparation

Prepares you for certification exams like the NHA or ASCP

Job Placement Support

Assists new graduates in finding employment opportunities

Benefits of Completing a Certified Phlebotomy Program

Investing in a reputable⁢ phlebotomy training program provides numerous advantages:

enhanced Employability: Certification makes your resume stand out.

Increased Earning Potential: Certified technicians frequently enough command higher salaries.

Professional Credibility: ​ Validation of​ your skills and knowledge

Career Advancement: opportunities to specialize or move into leadership roles

Personal satisfaction: Making a tangible difference in patient lives

Practical Tips to‍ Kickstart Your Phlebotomy Career in Redding,​ CA

Starting your journey into phlebotomy can be ⁣both exciting and overwhelming. here are some practical tips to help you succeed:

Research Accredited Programs: Always choose accredited courses to ensure⁤ quality education⁤ and certification eligibility.

Gain Relevant Experience: ⁣ Volunteer or seek internships in healthcare settings to build your confidence.

Prepare for Certification: Study exam materials and consider prep courses to increase your chances of passing.

Develop soft skills: Focus on communication, patience, ‍and attention to detail.

Network: Connect with local healthcare professionals and join industry groups or⁤ forums.

Case Study: Success Story of⁢ a Redding Local

Meet Sarah,a recent graduate from the Shasta College⁤ Phlebotomy Program. after completing ⁢her coursework and clinical rotations, she obtained her​ certification and secured a ​position at a community hospital in Redding. Sarah emphasizes that her ‍hands-on training and dedicated instructors prepared her⁢ well⁢ for her responsibilities. Today, she enjoys a fulfilling career in healthcare, with opportunities for ongoing professional development.

Conclusion: Your Future starts Now

Embarking on a career in phlebotomy opens the door to a stable, rewarding, and impactful profession​ in the healthcare ‌industry. Redding, CA, offers excellent training programs‍ tailored to meet your educational needs and career⁣ goals. By choosing a​ reputable program, gaining ⁣hands-on experience, and earning your certification, you’ll be well on your way to making a meaningful difference in patients’ lives while building a luminous medical future. Start exploring your options today, and take the first step toward unlocking your⁣ full potential in healthcare!

Ready to Take the Leap?

If you’re interested in enrolling in a top phlebotomy training program in Redding, CA, ‌contact the programs⁤ listed above or‌ visit​ their websites for more information.Remember, your‌ journey to a⁢ accomplished healthcare career begins with the first step – ​education and training that set you ⁣up for ⁤success. Don’t wait – your future as a professional phlebotomist is within reach!

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