#also i have a rental inspection in. two days.

[thedroneranger]

Buzzing Romance

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Synopsis: You and Bob have always vibed, and now it's time for this budding romance to blossom.

Note: Hi, friends! I know I've been MIA around these parts. And I hate it, but priorities. Anywho, I wanted to stop by, drop this little gift and say happy Valentine's Day! And say thank you to those who continue to message, chat, tag and send asks 🖤 This fic is a companion to Vibe Check and Sending Vibes. Reading one or both will provide additional context but isn't mandatory. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ only, fluffy but sex toys.

Word count: 1.1k

Bob wanted tonight to be perfect. Along with dinner at a steakhouse you’d been jonesing to try, he had a beautiful bouquet of roses to give you. 

Ever the perfectionist, Bob had called his florist friend, Riley. Since Bob always made sure Riley was on the shortlist for any local Navy events, he had an open line of favors ready for redemption.  

A few days later, Bob spent over an hour in Riley’s shop, before she opened at seven in the morning, handpicking the biggest, reddest roses.

Later after work at home, Bob spent another 30 minutes adding the final touch. A 25th rose that would never die—as long as you kept it charged. He wanted to confirm that not even a petal was out of place, and the rose-shaped vibrator was well hidden so you didn’t notice at first glance. 

Meanwhile, you were at your place—a rare occasion on its own. However, you were also giddy to get glammed up and go out on a real date with Bob. The thought made you laugh. 

It was clear you and Bob were in this for the long haul, but nothing about your relationship was traditional. You’d been seeing each other exclusively—a mutual decision—for nearly a year but had yet to formally define the relationship. 

Hell, you were still discovering new things about one another. Barely a month ago, Bob found out about your culinary skills when you cooked him his favorite meal as a welcome home surprise. 

The same night he also saw you in something other than an oversized Naval Academy t-shirt for the first time. You thought Bob’s eyes might bulge out of his head when you donned a sheer nude bra and panty set embroidered with the most delicate flowers.

You were hoping Bob would have a similar reaction tonight when he saw you dressed up for something other than a work-related gala. Your gala gowns were always striking but also conservative since you were among colleagues and leadership. Secretly, you hoped Bob fantasized about what was under your garb during galas as much as you fantasized about what was under his dress uniform. 

Your phone shook you from your fantasies. Bob messaged to check that a 6:45 pickup left you plenty of time to get ready. After responding, you put your phone back on the bathroom counter to inspect your face one more time before going to your room to put on your outfit. 

Bob was having nearly the exact same thoughts about your relationship, firsts and fantasies as he stood in front of the mirror, deciding which switch shirt to pair with his slim-cut gray suit. It felt cliche, given the holiday, but he decided to go with a soft pink shirt. One last check of his carefully styled hair, and then Bob was sliding into his two-door 90s Silverado. 

Fifteen minutes later, Bob rolled to a stop in front of your rental. Flowers in hand, he strode to the front door. He poked the doorbell and waited. 

You didn’t even bother to look before you flung the door open. “Hi,” you sweetly greeted him. He nearly dropped the bouquet. Bob couldn’t help but let his gaze roam over your body. 

The sheer bodice and the low sweetheart neckline of your top had him reminiscing about his first night home from his last deployment. The silk high-waisted midi skirt and strappy heels you paired it with were the perfect compliment.

Remembering he was standing on your doorstep, Bob’s wits came about him. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” You chuckled. There was no way Bob’s cheeks weren’t as red as the flowers in his hand. 

“These are for you!” He gently held the bouquet out. 

Your face lit up as you used both hands to take it. “These are gorgeous! Do I have time to put them in water?”

“Of course.” Bob smiled. “I’ll get the door.” You thanked him and turned to go inside. He closed the front door and trailed you into your kitchen. 

“Here.” You gave him the bouquet back as you reached into the top of a cabinet to get a vase. While your back was turned, he adjusted the vibrator to be a smidge more obvious. “Come.” You waved a hand from him to join you at the sink. 

While the vase filled with water, you grabbed some scissors, and then turned off the faucet. Then you pulled a rose from the bunch to snip the bottom. “These are gorgeous, Bob.”

His smile widened. “I hand picked them.” You stopped to look at him in disbelief. He shrugged. You smirked as you grabbed another rose and trimmed the end before placing it in the vase. Bob watched as you continued to pick roses and diagonally trim the ends. 

Then, you saw it. You froze and looked at Bob. He was smirking. Your expression morphed to mirror his as you unearthed the rose-shaped vibrator. Your eyes flitted between him and the toy. 

“It’s kinda our thing, isn’t it?” He said with a wink. Bob placed what was left of the uncut bouquet on the counter. You also sat the vibrator there, and then wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands came to rest on your hips as he looked at you. 

“You never cease to amaze me, Bobby.” Your gazes were locked. Your fingers brushed the short hairs at the back of his neck. 

“I have to admit my intentions aren’t purely altruistic.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrow arched as he began to slightly sway you as if music were playing.

“I want to take my girlfriend to dinner.” Bob stopped moving and let his hands wander to the small of your back to pull you closer.

You bit your lip to cull the smile involuntarily pulling the corners of your mouth. “I would love for my boyfriend to take me to dinner.” You could feel the excitement in Bob’s embrace. “And afterward, I hope he’s willing to test out the gift he bought me.”

Bob’s face lit up with both a smile and rosy cheeks. He gladly accepted your lips against his and let his hand drop to cup your backside. You caught him off guard by nipping his lip when he gave you a squeeze. “Let’s skip dinner. I want to go straight to dessert,” he stated. You giggled as you uncoiled your arms from his neck and let a hand come to rest on his chest.

With a playful eye roll, you turned to the counter and finished trimming the roses. Patiently, Bob watched you situate the blooms. When you were done, you took the vase to the living room and sat it in the middle of the coffee table. While you admired your bouquet, Bob went to the bedroom to leave a single rose on the nightstand—ready to keep your romance buzzing.

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[moostie1]

I see a lot of content here in the solarpunk community about the importance of re-wilding, of re-introducing biodiversity and turning our garden's into little sanctuaries, but this has always felt super inaccessible to me. I have always lived in rental properties that have little to no outdoor space, need to be regularly mowed for inspections, and where I am not allowed to make any major changes to the garden.

Recently I moved into a tiny granny flat. The yard is about a metre and a half of grass in a circle around the house, and a metre of grass either side of my concrete driveway. When I first got the inspection report for it, the real estate described the yard as "mostly weeds." This time I thought, fuck it. I only have inspections once every three months, which gives me plenty of time to let it grow without anyone noticing. Plus I had the insurance that with the lawn being "mostly weeds" the real estate wouldn't notice the difference. Let see if letting it grow actually makes a difference to the eco-system around me.

I invested in a push mower, to cut down the grass without doing much to the "weeds", and then after my first inspection I just let it grow. My hopes were not high. My space is absolutely tiny, and most of the wild flowers growing in my yard mostly invasive species for Australia. I had no idea if it would make any difference at all.

Its been an uncharacteristically rainy spring here, so the flowers all sprung up far far more quickly than I thought they would. Only two weeks after the mow there were dandelions as high as my knee. With the wildflowers came the bees, and the butterflies, and then after that came the ladybugs, the dragonflies, the lizards, spiders and birds. The photos above are only a tiny fraction of what the garden has on offer, and those are only the photos from this week.

When I first moved in, I didn't used to see anything in the well mowed lawn but ants. Its only been about a month and a half since I mowed it, but with all the rain we've had recently its sprung to life far far more quickly than I'd hoped. With such a teeny tiny lawn in the middle of the suburbs I really didn't expect to see a difference in biodiversity. How much difference can such a tiny little patch of flowers actually make? It turns out a lot.

I'll be devastated when I next have to mow it all down in another 6 weeks, but with the risk of snakes here, its probably for the best. It honestly been so lovely to walk down my driveway in the morning and be circled by all the butterflies. Its made my day every morning.

I hope I've convinced anyone else who also has a tiny space and has been considering letting it grow out to give it a go. You don't need to have a huge garden or be able to plant all native species in order to make a difference. Although these things are great, making due with what you have is the best first step.

[milknhonies]

Wails of Wedded Bliss

Chapter 4 || Masterlist || Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: After defending your housekeeper, Sherlock takes a rough hand to your backside....

Pairing: Sherlock Homes x wife!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Spanking, Domestic Abuse, rough kissing.

Word Count: 9k

Author Notes: I am sorry this took forever to post but I'm lucky and glad to say I should be moving to a new rental home in a month. Yayyy!!!

Inspiring Song: Partita for violin n°2 by Bach.

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6:30am Wednesday 7th May 1890, 221B Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England

With baited breath you hurriedly rushed to push your husband out of the line of the door way. You shoved Sherlock and with some surprise, he moved. He rolled his eyes and pressed his back to the wall beside the door.

You feared an inevitable future. Mrs Hudson would enter your dwellings. And see your husband...how ironic for you to be scared of something meant to be.

Mrs Hudson knocked again and you heard the handle of your door twist.

A strike of horror whipped you into action. You fluttered to the cracking door as the old woman announced in a hushed whisper.

“Y/N dear, are you awake? Your mongrel of a groom is gone if you would like to come out now!”

Your fingers clenched into fists behind you and the offended snicker from Sherlock from next to you beside the opening door didn’t help your embarrassment. He knew you didn’t approve of his past behaviours but to be made apparent how much you deplored him was humiliating.

You forced a tight smile for your landlady as she took a step closer into the doorway. How you wished you could’ve asked her to leave, but how could you, it would seem rude after all her kind hospitality and assistance.

She greeted you with a happy wink while still under the belief her original tenant was no longer in the house. But her eyes did flutter after she glanced you up and down, surprised by your prepared dressed state.

It was a unspoken question, ‘Who helped dress you?’

You gently interpreted aloud, “Oh...he is still here...and...” your lips became dry. Why did Mrs Hudson have to be so invasive as landlady even if under pure intentions?

The old woman grew pale with her wide grey gaze. Her lips smacked open. You looked over your shoulder and gasped with a jump at the ridiculous state of your husband standing directly behind you, with a naked torso.

“Mrs Hudson,” he smirked, “Good Morning,” he said rather proudly with his hands settle on his finely shaped hips. His tongue lazily licked his bottom tongue with his eyebrows raised.

He found the lewdness incredibly hilarious. ‘Great, my husband is not only arrogant, rude and mean- he is also childish one would gather.’

“Quite...” she said as colour grew quick to her face in the shade of a wet red rose. Her wrinkled throat tightened. Her fingers gripped at her apron while her lips pursed disapprovingly.

Your husband briskly moved you aside by holding your hips and directing you out of his path before he strutted out from your door frame entrance.

You and the elder woman did perhaps inspect the curve of his bottom in his trousers for too long as he swaggered back to his bedroom. A plump arse in a husband has never been known as a requirement, but for the advice of a future generation you were sure to note it.

Mrs Hudson somewhat breathless and at a disadvantage twisted her head back and leant to your ear inquisitively, “What happened?” her eyes darted back and forth.

It was then as you saw her forehead shrink, you realised, she was concerned for your safety, for your health and wellbeing.

You could only imagine the distress the dear Mrs Hudson experienced when she found you in a puddle of blood on your bed only two days prior.

Your own lips parted and you raced to find the words. You struggled and stuttered to explain how on earth you came to lay in your bed with your own husband. It felt challenging and at half your conscience considered lying for the sake of modesty and privacy. It shouldn’t have been so difficult to say; you and Sherlock were bloody husband and wife. A small laugh in the back of your head jingled.

“Well...ugh...as husband and wife we...came to an agreement.”

Your fingers came up to touch your lips. A small smile was upon them. How else could you say your husband showed you terror and bliss all in one night. You knew it was not custom for a groom to tie up his bride and ravage her to a mindless state of ecstasy.

It had been so terrifying and exciting. The debate crossed your mind, ‘should I fear him, or submit with praise?’

He had treated you so awfully until this morning. You raced to wonder what had changed his mood so speedily in your favour...’Was it the deal? The debasing?’ In which you relinquished your pride and dignity to him that you already had so little of.

Her eyes narrowed at your wording, “An agreement?”

Those shrivelled pink lips settled in the shape of a pondering ‘o’ for sometime until Sherlock stuck his head back out from his rooms while buttoning a white shirt.

“We fucked Mrs Hudson,” he bluntly muttered startling you both in the midst of shock. It was uncouth to swear as he did, especially as a gentleman, especially in front of women. He was so unlike his high browed brother.

The older woman clicked her heels together and sputtered, “Sherlock!”

“-now if you aren’t too busy gossiping with my wife,” he sneered, cutting Mrs Hudson off, “I would very much like a cup of tea!”

“Well I never-!” the elder woman crossly huffed with her blushed face still blooming.

Your girlish grin disappeared. There he was. The rude and demeaning man.

Your fingers clenched to fists. The disrespect to Mrs Hudson was an insult to you. After all these hours in this new home, this woman sacrificed her time to help you. She did not deserve foul treatment from your husband even if he had always behaved that way to her in the past. You were now living here and wouldn’t stand for it.

You couldn’t allow this treatment to continue, “Sherlock!” both of their heads snapped at your raised tone, “Do not address Mrs Hudson in such a manner again!”

The man deemed London’s greatest detective looked bewildered, as if you slapped the man himself in the face. That masculine confidence fleeted from his face. Your landlady fluttered her eyes at your outburst. Perhaps you appeared aggressive, your knuckle pressed to your lips.

Your chest felt tight. You were panting. Yes, you had yelled so loudly it would be no question if those on the sidewalk below in Baker Street heard your bellowing.

You were angry. Resentful. The spell of his magical touch and charm had worn quickly off. Back you were to being a forthright wife.

His tongue stabbed the inside of his cheek. His eyes narrowed. Whatever was he thinking?

“Very well,” he said and he nodded once, “Mrs Holmes.”

He began fiddling with the buttons of his trousers, tucking his shirt in.

You lowered your hand and placed them on your exaggerated hips.

You gave a little huff to add on, “And say please to Mrs Hudson when asking for tea.”

Mrs Hudson glanced between you both before scurrying back to the dining table where breakfast had been so generously laid out. She clearly was smart enough to know not to intervene in this rising argument.

The smell of cinnamon and porridge filled your nose. Mrs Hudson quietly poured you a cup of tea. From the corner of your eye you watched the steam rise.

“For god sake woman,” Sherlock grumbled with exasperation and waved his hand in front of himself, “She is merely the housekeeper.” 

You stood between them and wagged a finger at him, “And landlady.”

He sighed with annoyance and rolled his eyes. His lips pinched. Accepting his defeat in his stubbornness he spun on his heels and re-entered your room. He left his door open.

You took a step forward and remembered yesterday how cross he had been when you entered his space without permission...’permission be damned.’

You swallowed down that cold prickling fear and followed him in and took note on how he sat on the trunk with deviant tools within. He hiked up his trouser legs up. He sighed at your presence- not fully annoyed but not fully relieved either. 

You knew where he kept his shoes and what type after your savage pilfering clean the day before. You selected for him a dark navy cravat to match his chosen blazer he pointed out to you. You selected a golden pin and black dress boots for him.

He cleared his throat and muttered a soft “Thankyou,” as you handed him the cravat and pin while you silently knelt to the floor and began slipping on his garters, socks and shoes onto his feet.

He looked like stone. His face unreadable. You could not tell if he was annoyed, amused or just plain bored by his lack of emotion.

Maybe you had shut him up and taken him down a peg. Indeed, perhaps you had really humiliated him in front of Mrs Hudson to the point of expressionless silence.

6:40am Wednesday 7th May 1890, 221B Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England

He wasn’t sure how to feel about this. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or if he was to be frightened by it.  Your quick submission, your gentleness after such a loud scolding. You had such a voice. You had a fearsome outburst that you used said voice with.

So seeing you play demure wife with the snap of second put him on a strange edge...what game were you playing at?

He sat back on his hands and stared at you struggling to button up his buttons he did the only thing he knew how in regards to people. He analysed you.

Your hands were clammy...sweaty and warm indicating either your heighten blood from your outburst or the after affects of your embarrassment when Mrs Hudson discovered his existence in your bedroom.

Your breath was slightly ragged. You were nervous he decided.

He glanced at how every few moments you wriggled your hips. Very faintly. Disguised as an attempt to readjust your sitting position, whereas in fact...you appeared to make soft rocking motions...

Oh, he smiled internally...you were aroused and embarrassed. You were helpless and desperate. Poor little lamb.

He looked around his room and back to you on the floor. You both were in rather a similar pose last night before he blackmailed you into sucking his cock. He twitched his head to the side and wondered how scandalous and quick he could pull out his cock and shove it past your teeth; all the while Mrs Hudson stood only a few feet away past the door with her back turned to you both.

How naughty...

And your sweet eyes looked up from his shoes...if only you weren’t sitting on your skirts. He mourned for all he waited more than ever was sneak it  beneath your shift and between your thighs.

‘How charming,’ he larked in his mind, ‘Polishing my shoe with her pussy.’ Your hairless pussy in fact.

Sherlock didn’t not hate body hair. But rather he liked the satisfaction of making pain in doing something as torturous as ripping hair from a sobbing woman. And the softness was something that never ceased amazement.

He did once mention to John before his comrade met Mary how on occasion, cunnilingus on a hairy woman was comparable to kissing a man on the face. John, he recalled, laughed at Sherlock and announced he had never eaten a cunt, so why bother eating one covered in hair... now it was all the man could ever speak of when it came to his wife that he worshipped.

When you finished folding his trouser paints so that mud would not soak the hem, he leant forward and place a finger under your chin.

Your pupils flickered. Oh yes. You were definitely aroused, he concluded.

And he felt somewhat generous. He cupped your cheek and lifted you higher to your feet.

“Come here,” he whispered.

He almost burst out laughing watching how your eyes fluttered. His thumb scraped over your lip. He pinched your cheeks and pulled you into his face before he slowly stood off his bed.

He pushed his tongue inside and moaned. With how you tried to return the movement he smirked. You were desperate and he knew you wanted to please him. He flicked around and sucked your bottom lip.

Pulling back you were panting loud and your eyes wide.

He gave you passion, so what were you to do with that?

“Now Mrs Holmes, go sit down for breakfast,” he purred, “I will be out shortly.”

His cock was getting hard and he needed to give himself a moment or else he felt compelled to fuck you right there, Mrs Hudson could rightfully fuck off down stairs if she didn’t want to see the show....

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6:46am Wednesday 7th May 1890, 221B Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England

On weak, shaky legs you turned away from him. Your hand stumbled along his door frame. You could feel the hot buzz still on your lips. You felt hot all over. Behind you, he softly shut his door. You needed to sit down and so you reached out to your side of the dining room. You hobbled into your chair and reached for your warm tea.

“Well you must’ve done something right,” the landlady chuckled under her breath, wiping her hands lazily on her apron, “I haven’t seen him so caught off guard since his mother last visited. Put him in his please, she did.”

You nodded slowly. Sherlock Holmes would always be a true enigma. You sipped carefully. He kissed you with great heat, after you had scolded him? It made no sense.

“Is it within the best interest that I remain rather than leave you alone with him?” Mrs Hudson whispered as she saw your gaze staring off at the nothingness of the room.

Your eyes fluttered to focus and you smiled up at the kind woman. You squeezed her hand and shook your head.

“No, I am sure I can manage my husband Mrs Hudson,” you rose and carefully took the tea pot from her hands, “I think I shall pour his tea.”

Your land lady peered at you suspiciously as she relinquished the china. She smiled grimly and nodded before walking off and departing the apartment.

Sherlock wasn’t so scary now that you knew he wasn’t cross. And surely...if anything occurred, Mrs Hudson might intervene? Yes?

So where the hell was she last night? The thought wasn’t really your own, it just came up in the back of your mind watching as she left the apartment.

Your husband didn’t take long to come out, fully dressed. He sat down and searched over the table.

Mrs Hudson had brought up warm croissants, fresh butter and a scrumptious jam to lay on top.

You stood over him and poured tea into his cup. You felt his eyes rolling up and down your body. When you stood away, he poured in his own cream.

You placed the pot down gently and returned to your seat.

In those few seconds there was peace and power, submission and dominance. And you didnt even know it...

You folded the napkin over your lap and spread a fine line of jam over the bread like treat.

Sherlock? He sipped his tea and wouldn’t stop staring, to the point where it made you feel intimidated. What was he looking at? Was there jam on your face?

He clear his throat again and shook his head. He tore a piece of a croissants with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth. It was something you disapproved of. But you didn’t have the patience to teach a man almost twice your age on the art of table manner etiquette.

And after an eternity of silent air filled with chewing and sipping...

“Finished your breakfast?” Sherlock smiled, rising from his chair, you nodded and patted your lips. You needed to return to your room and find some hair pins along with a hat if he expected you to join him.

“Good...” Sherlock said coming around to your side and helping you out of your chair with a single lending hand...and he led you to the main sitting room.

You tried to turn around go back to your room, maybe he forget the negative propriety of a woman wearing her hair unfixed in public.

He caught your wrist and tugged you to the side of the chaise.

“Bend over,” he purred into your ear.  You blinked.

“What ever for?” you audibly pondered before hearing him sigh frustrated.

You looked between him and the lounge.

His voice was coated in a acidic hiss, “Bend over or I’ll make you.”

You didn’t understand. Naively you bent over the arm. Had he lost something between the soft mattressing? Your fingers reached for the small cushion to look under when you felt him start to lift your skirts. Your eyes widened. What the hell was he doing!?

You went to stand up straight before he pushed his hand on your upper back and pushed you down again. You grunted and grizzled.

He tossed your skirts up over your backside to your waist. His hand softly rubbed across your drawers. The weight of his palm made you jump in surprise. His finger traced the splitting fabric. He pushed the pieces aside.

You held your breath. Your fingers clenched the chaise as you tried looking over your shoulder.

He couldn’t have been suggesting that he would mount you like this...here.. out in the open of your home...surely not...

He smirked at the alarm written all over your face. He bent his head down to you...he kissed your cheek and peppered small pecks to your ear.

“I’m going to strike you ten times,” his hot breath came.

Your eyes widened and your nose curdled.

“What ever for!?” you repeated with a sneer while you tried rising up again. This time, he shoved you down harder.

Sherlock smiled mockingly, his voice was sweet and high but beneath it was hate and sadism, “For speaking against my authority in front of Mrs Hudson.”

He cupped your backside and you swallowed hard.

It wasn’t right! He didn’t need to be so rude to the house keeper. You felt the coming punishment to be unwarranted.

“Such a pretty bum...” he sighed pawing at each unmarred cheek, “Such a disobedient wife...” He awed slightly...you were trembling. You shut your eyes and prayed to turn back time.

The first slap took you entirely by surprise, a sob tore itself from your lips instantly as his hand made contact with your backside.

You stomped your foot and tried twisting around to stop him but he flung you back over the chaise. And then the woosh of a flying hand swatted you. The burning crack of his palm left you feeling choked and brought to tears faster than ever before.

You cried immediately. And do you know what your torturous husband did? He let you cry...he let you catch your breath. He waited until you quieted...and then he hit you again. The third time hurt as well yet, felt stronger. It was the force of the hit that was more like a punch then a slap to your rear end bringing you into a shocked gasp.

You stomped your foot and whimpered, “Unhand me! You brute!”

He chuckled and smacked his palm fast against your bottom, the rising flame of nerves made you whine pitifully.

“Stop!” you pleaded, “Sherlock please!”

The soft touch on your abused arse cheek did little to soothe the stinging pain and the third slap made it far worse. Your skin was turning a shade and felt indescribably hot.

“We are almost finished Mrs Holmes, take a deep breath for me,” he asked.

You sniffled terribly trying to clean your sobs. Your eyes were watering while Sherlock’s pale hand rubbed up and down your sensitive thighs. Your belly jumped and butterflies fluttered. You felt tingly and in need of a cold cloth. You attempted to wriggle away once more but that only made Sherlock grasp on you tighter.

By the sixth slap your whimpers evolved into breathy pants. You felt his run his fingers soft and slow on your hot skin. They were cold and like a balm to the suffering he inflicted. You felt the swirls and managed to feel him draw an S and a H.

It became a vile pattern where he allowed you to compose your crying and fall quiet before delivering hell by his palm.

You could only recall the last spanking you received was from a school teacher when you were nine years old because you spilled ink down the dress of a girl bullying you.

The next whip made you gasp and continued to lessen the soreness you tried breathing through your lips shaped in a ‘o’ which made a most heinous noise...a moan.

“You are taking this very well my pretty Baker Street whore.”

You knew it had to be Sherlock’s voice but it felt so far away now. Your lower body felt incredibly warm and light.

“Never again will you humiliate me In the presence of our housekeeper, do I make myself clear?” his voice became a lifeline.

You were trembling beneath him. You felt him step closer and the side of your neck.

You didn’t agree with him, you didn’t humiliate him, he humiliated himself with his lack of manners. You were tired, relaxed, starting to accept the burning heat of his hand. You heard him chuckling in your ear. Your mind was falling to pieces.

“Yes s-sir,” Your voice shook which fell into a voice a new moan as the next strike connected to your bottom.

“Very good little lamb,” he said pleasingly. He slowly released his grip on your back and ran his hand lightly over your displayed flesh.

He rubbed his thumb into your muscle and took glee in your snarling hiss. He tapped your exposed hip softly.

“There,” he said slowly lifting you from the lounge and letting your skirts fall back to your ankles. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs, kissing each cheek as he went.

When reality crashes hard like a stormy wave, you flinched and moved away from him. You cupped your mouth and tried not to cry but the tears fluttered fast.

You felt him stand behind you and you wished you could’ve run away. You felt so embarrassed and ashamed you made such lusty tones. He wrapped his hands around your waist and towered above you.

He asked quietly, “Are you sure you want my fidelity now?”

It felt like a open wound that he was digging inside further. It was cruel, his smugness.

And this was a really trap. You could swear it. He wanted a reason to be allowed to return to Mayfair Row.

He wanted you to waver, to give in, to let him betray the wedding bed. It was like a candle filling the room with light. He didn’t spank you because he was embarrassed that you scolded him in front of the housekeeper, oh no, no, ‘twas a beneath the layers. Sherlock was trying to break you into letting him do as he desired, to continue his habits before your marriage.

You gulped and squeezed his hands; the tools he just beat you with. You felt sick. You felt angry. You felt like you had successfully figured out the solution to an ancient problem...

You could’ve caved in...you could’ve let him ruin the marriage entirely...the shame...you were fragile and almost let him.

You almost, but you didn’t.

You swallowed hard and fluttered your eyes and stated tightly, “It will take more than a whipping by your hands to make me let you go back to whoring, Mr Holmes.”

You turned your neck to glare at him. And instead of a snarl or a frown or disapproving look, he was smirking. His brows were raised in pleasant surprise.

“Marvellous,” he whispered, “an utter spectacle, you are.”

You scoffed and wiped your eyes again of a burning tear and shoved to move past him to go retrieve your hair pins and hat.

He followed on your tail and cackled, “Oh don’t be so prudish...I too heard that little moan.”

Your throat tightened as you tried ignoring his relaying fact.

You came to your room and saw him through your mirror leaning on the door frame, watching you. You perfected your usual modest style while you snapped, “If you honestly believe I under any circumstances enjoyed that, you are truly-  terribly mistaken.”

He was chewing his bottom lip and racing his eyes over your entire body. He was comically a wolf starved for his lamb.

You couldn’t even sit down at your vanity with the heat radiating on your backside under all your skirts. You didn’t even want to come out with him today, you almost dared state you would stay home after his assault.

However, lord only knows where Sherlock would really gallivant off to if you didn’t chaperone him today. Any man can break a promise.

He came into your room slowly and went to your hat box. He handed you the straw brim and cleared his throat, “Get your gloves, we must make haste.”

You rolled your eyes at him and snatched your hat from his hands, “If we were in such a hurry it might’ve deterred you from your unnecessary beating.”

He was fast as lightning and holding your jaw tearing out a gasp from you as he huffed, “Indeed, If we weren’t in such a hurry, I would have my cock down your throat for that comment Mrs Holmes.” His eyes turned a shade darker that dragged a bolt of fear back down your spine.

His smile was not as cheery, it had transformed into a sneer in lilt, “Gloves. Now.”

Helplines:

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[gatheringbones]

[“When house hunting a few days earlier, two landlords had turned her away on account of her kids. One had said, “We’re pretty strict here. We don’t allow no loud nothing.” The other had told Pam it was against the law for him to put so many children in a two-bedroom apartment, which was the most Pam and Ned could afford. When talking to landlords, Pam had begun subtracting children from her family. She was beginning to wonder what was most responsible for keeping them homeless: her drug conviction from several years back, the fact that Ned was on the run and had no proof of income, their eviction record, their poverty, or their children.

Children caused landlords headache. Fearing street violence, many parents in crime-ridden neighborhoods kept their children locked inside. Children cooped up in small apartments used the curtains for superhero capes; flushed toys down the toilet; and drove up the water bill. They could test positive for lead poisoning, which could bring a pricey abatement order. They could come under the supervision of Child Protective Services, whose caseworkers inspected families’ apartments for unsanitary or dangerous code violations. Teenagers could attract the attention of the police.

It was an old tradition: landlords barring children from their properties. In the competitive postwar housing market of the late 1940s, landlords regularly turned away families with children and evicted tenants who got pregnant. This was evident in letters mothers wrote when applying for public housing. “At present,” one wrote, “I am living in an unheated attic room with a one-year-old baby….Everywhere I go the landlords don’t want children. I also have a ten-year-old boy….I can’t keep him with me because the landlady objects to children. Is there any way that you can help me to get an unfurnished room, apartment, or even an old barn?…I can’t go on living like this because I am on the verge of doing something desperate.” Another mother wrote, “My children are now sick and losing weight….I have tried, begged, and pleaded for a place but [it’s] always ‘too late’ or ‘sorry, no children.’ ” Another wrote, “The lady where I am rooming put two of my children out about three weeks ago and don’t want me to let them come back….If I could get a garage I would take it.”

When Congress passed the Fair Housing Act in 1968, it did not consider families with children a protected class, allowing landlords to continue openly turning them away or evicting them. Some placed costly restrictions on large families, charging “children-damage deposits” in addition to standard rental fees. One Washington, DC, development required tenants with no children to put down a $150 security deposit but charged families with children a $450 deposit plus a monthly surcharge of $50 per child.5 In 1980, HUD commissioned a nationwide study to assess the magnitude of the problem and found that only 1 in 4 rental units was available to families without restrictions. Eight years later, Congress finally outlawed housing discrimination against children and families, but as Pam found out, the practice remained widespread. Families with children were turned away in as many as 7 in 10 housing searches.”]

matthew desmond, from evicted: poverty and profit in the american city, 2016

[changingplumbob]

I tried For Rent out, sorry if I'm late to the info party

Results and occurances below

I launched my photography save successfully... Next step, completely new save on a rental unit in Tomarang. The heck is Onboarding and why does it apply to this scenario????

Wait... there's only two rental units available in Tomarang? And the 2 bedroom has mold and spooky??? Yes I need a 2 bedroom because I'm also checking if the system can handle an infant on lot and if I can figure out water births because lat time I tried the midwife would not arrive.

Okay it handled me going in and out of cas, and switching to my internet browser a couple of times... I went into BB mode and changed the second bedroom. Game seems unfazed so far. I have played on fast speed here and there. Successfully traveled worlds.

New day new loading. A patch of mold showed up in this allegedly moldy residential rental. Time to investigate options! Can't call the landlord about it? Let's try calling and inviting the property owner to visit, see how they react to the mold.

Clicked invite in and... they're not coming inside. Mate you can't see the mold outside! Okay I found the ask to inspect menu... and the mold is not classified as an object, hmm. Alright let's walk past the mold to get to the couch, no reaction from landlord except to say its dust free?

Let's try complain about rental conditions, maybe he'll go deal with the mold? Oop, nope. He just dislikes us a little now. Time to have the pregnant sim clean the mold in front of him, will he react?

Na it's fine mate, you just chill and do nothing. This must be great for the fetus. I'll go get the husband to stop jogging. Well I cancelled the action but he's still jogging away... Now he's stopped. Back home, has he picked a great angle for TV viewing or what?

Second ob visit, we're expecting twin boys. Time to go visit the tiger sanctuary! Oh wait... no, you're kidding! The wife can't queue up a visit because the husband is inside? Are you serious right now? We can't visit as groups???

Back to waiting for the outdoor lights. Seriously outdoor light not properly illuminating is a pet peeve of mine. If they could make these ones work, why not make all outdoor lights turn on at the proper dusky time? The York's patio would like a word!

So we introduced ourselves to the neighbours and now they're crowding up our lounge... I didn't actually invite you in from the shared area! Now we're off to the ob for the final visit and they're still there!

Middle of the night, after poor husband got attacked by Vlad as if he doesn't have two infants on the way, explosive malfunction! Will the property owner come at 2:30 am? He will!

Oh dear, it's a crush because we ushered him inside wearing just our boxers isn't it? Uh, sir, the trash is not the problem! I asked you to go check the stove! Both sims have now asked him to check it. He decides he would rather do push ups in the rain. Y'all I closed for lunch and I'm back and FIRE TRAP! Do I dare press play?

I thought the property owner was finally fixing but he's standing by the stove complaining that it's broken instead... Now he's washing his hands?

WE LIVE IN THE SAME BUILDING but why not bless other sims with incoming infant shrieks?

I eventually selected to replace the stove, there was no repair option. It cost 1050 simoleons and the property owner gave us... 143 simoleons to cover it... But at least I can watch the neighbours walk from their door to mine with suitcases. Still waiting on the dilation and the stayover guests have got into a brawl with each other... It was the father and son in law. Oh and now the girl is jumping in trash...

Note to self, water birth involves midwife and not partner. Might use it for single sims but probably not my couples. Twins are born and I can cautiously say that For Rent doesn't appear to be glitching at the moment. Don't invite this family to stay over though, the unit now has four piles of trash from their antics.

[headcanonsandmore]

'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter Two

Summary: Nyssa is slowly growing used to life in the charming Cornish town of Tregonnereth, although her attraction to a certain Australian continues to grow stronger with each passing day. Luckily, an arrival from London may just give Nyssa the impetus she needs to get out of her shell.

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I told myself I was going to take this fic slowly and update it at a more casual pace.

I then proceeded to write 6.5k over the span of one week.

I am my own worst enemy when it comes to these things, it seems. 🤣

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Read on AO3.

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Nyssa Traken laced up her shoes, and headed out of her hotel room.

It had been a few days since she had decided to move to Cornwall. She was slowly becoming used to the slower pace of life. London was a very intense, hyper-charged place, full of busy people living busy lives. But Cornwall? The pace of life was slowed to a gentle crawl, like a bike ride on a soft summer day. It was… charming, to say the least. Nyssa had already noticed that her stress levels had dropped, despite having to move her things down from London. Her heartrate had also dropped slightly.

Well, most of the time.

The time that she wasn’t around a certain Australian woman.

Tegan had offered to show Nyssa different properties that she could rent in the town. After all, she couldn’t live in the hotel forever. Tregonnereth had implemented rent controls way back in the seventies that were still in effect now, meaning that -unlike the extortionate London rental prices Nyssa was used to- she was looking at a very affordable rent on whichever place she decided to move into.

And she needed to move into somewhere soon. She was in the midst of having her belongings brought down from her flat in London, and she couldn’t well keep them all in the practice or the hotel for any length of time.

Tegan was waiting for her outside the hotel. The Australian -her hair shorted and cropped as ever- was wearing a pair of loose dungarees over an old collarless grandad shirt. The dungarees -patched and careworn- were tucked into a pair of scuffed-up walking boots. The entire ensemble was covered in splodges of paint; Tegan had been working on getting the practice looking nice for the past couple of days, doing everything from the plumbing to fitting new doors to new coats of paint on the walls (both inside and out).

In essence, she looked utterly beautiful. 

Nyssa sighed. It wasn’t fair.

‘Heya!’ Tegan said, grinning as Nyssa approached.

‘Hello; sorry I’m late.’

‘What?’- Tegan inspected her watch- ‘Nah, it’s ten past.’

‘You said nine!’

‘I said nine-ish. Completely different.’

‘Nine… ish?’

Tegan chuckled.

‘Sorry; I keep forgetting London runs on a different time. This is Cornwall; nothing has to be on-the-dot, especially not meeting up with someone.’

‘Oh,’ Nyssa said, before smiling. ‘I see.’

Tegan smiled, cheeks dimpling.

‘Anyway, I’ve got a few different places I think you might like; all ready to start looking?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Thanks again for agreeing to help me look for somewhere.’

‘No worries,’ the Australian replied, as they headed up the road. ‘Technically, I’m qualified as an estate agent, but I never tell people that; y’know the stereotype.’

‘Tegan, I don’t think many people would assume you to be a fast-talking con-artist.’

‘I should bloody hope not,’ Tegan cheeked, flashing dimples. ‘The first one’s just along this side street…’

About four hours later, Nyssa had decided on a flat. It was decent-sized place, on a small side-road just off the main high street. There was a small garden in the back, and even had a second bedroom that Nyssa was considering turning into a study or library. When she’d mentioned this to Tegan, the Australian had chuckled, grinning knowingly before cheeking that she wasn’t remotely surprised.

‘Well, what would you turn it into?’ Nyssa asked, chuckling in response, as they left the estate agents.

‘Hobby room,’ Tegan said. ‘Put all my boards in there, plus my bike.’

‘I’ll stick with the books, thank you.’

‘Ah, c’mon; live a little!’ Tegan exclaimed, grinning. ‘Listen, the estate agents won’t have your paperwork ready until at least 4pm today; I’ll lend you one of my boards, and you can get a feel for it.’

‘Me? Surfing?’

‘Sure,’ the Australian replied, cheerfully. ‘Cornwall’s known for its surfing. And, living as close as we are to the sea, we’ve always got tons of opportunities. C’mon; I’ve got the afternoon off, let me give you a lesson.’

Nyssa stared into those large brown eyes, and found herself unable to do anything but nod.

‘Great!’ Tegan said, grabbing Nyssa by the arm and practically pulling her along the high street back to the hotel. ‘Before we start, you’re probably gonna want to take your clothes off, though.’

Nyssa felt her stomach flip over.

*

Nyssa had accomplished much in her life. Achieving a first class degree in Dentistry, working full-time for many years, trying to deal with living in a city of several million people despite being very introverted, realising she was attracted to women and subsequently coming out to her father…

And, while this wasn’t nearly as difficult as those last two things, what she faced now was still quite possibly one of her most daunting challenges yet.

Getting a wetsuit on.

It had started off promising. Tegan had hurried back to her own place to grab one of her spare wetsuits for Nyssa, and handed it over. The Australian had referred to it as her “summer spare”; the legs were roughly three-quarter-length and the arms reached Nyssa’s elbows. Nyssa had first put on a one-piece swimming costume that she had bought in the village shop, and then began to climb into the wetsuit.

The legs weren’t an issue; she slipped into them without much difficulty, although it was definitely a little snug. Nyssa guessed that was due to her being a couple of inches taller than Tegan.

She then pulled the wetsuit up, and slotted her arms in. She then reached round and began to pull at the long zipper.

It only came halfway up her back.

‘Drat!’ Nyssa exclaimed.

‘Nyssa?’

There was a knock. Tegan had politely stepped into Nyssa’s bathroom while she changed.

‘You alright?’

‘F-fine,’ Nyssa replied, quickly. ‘Just having a bit of trouble with the zip.’

‘I forgot about that,’ Tegan replied, through the door. ‘Hang on, let me give you a hand.’

‘Oh, it’s fine, you don’t need to-’

The door opened, and Nyssa froze, her arm awkwardly reached around to pull up the zipper currently stuck halfway up her back. She was immensely conscious of the fact that her hair was coming out of its tight bun, and she wasn’t wearing make-up.

Seemingly not noticing Nyssa’s awkwardness, Tegan crossed the room.

‘It’s always difficult doing these things up if you aren’t used to them,’ the Australian said, kindly. ‘Don’t worry; a second pair of hands will sort this out.’

As Tegan took hold of the zipper, her other hand came to rest on Nyssa’s back. The Londoner gave a small squeak.

‘Whoops, sorry; cold hands,’ Tegan said. ‘You okay?’

Nyssa nodded, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. She didn’t trust herself to speak, just in case what her mouth might end up saying with Tegan’s gentle fingers pressed softly to the skin of her upper back.

‘That’s weird,’ Tegan said, voice a little perplexed. ‘You’re only a little bit taller than me; I thought this would fit you no problem.’

‘Maybe it’s the swimming costume underneath?’ Nyssa suggested. ‘It is a one-piece, after all.’

‘Nah,’ Tegan replied, giving the zipper another pull. ‘Strange. It’s almost as if the material is too tight around your…’

Tegan trailed off, and Nyssa felt her face burn. Oh, no…

‘Huh,’ Tegan said, after a moment. ‘I suppose I am pretty skinny, but I didn’t that extended to my-’

‘Oh, stop it!’ Nyssa moaned.

‘It’s fine,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘I’ll grab you a rash-top and some bottoms instead; don’t worry about it. Everyone’s got their body type; I should have remembered.’

 ‘T-thank you,’ Nyssa mumbled, utterly mortified. ‘Sorry about the hassle.’

‘Yes, you’re definitely hassling me with your ample-’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian let out a bark of laughter.

‘Just take the wetsuit off; I’ll be back in a mo.’

The door clicked behind the Australian. Nyssa slowly managed to remove the wetsuit, but she could still feel her face burning. Although… Tegan didn’t seem to have minded.

Darn it, Nyssa thought, I really am hopeless, aren’t I?

*

Nyssa headed out onto the beach, feeling self-conscious. She had never really been a very outdoorsy person, so she felt rather awkward as she walked across the sands. The sun was out, and the small beach was basking in the warm light of early summer. She had to admit, it felt good on her skin. Although she did appreciate that the beach was virtually deserted, possibly due to the tourists not arriving this early in the summer and the locals having other things to do.

‘Tegan?’

Tegan turned, from where she was standing, and waved.

The Australian was wearing her wetsuit, and had clearly already been in for a quick dip, because her damp hair was pushed up and outwards away from her face, sticking up slightly with the salty water. Her brown eyes sparkled in the sunshine, and her cheeks dimpled as she smiled at Nyssa.

Nyssa ignored the spike in her heartrate. She couldn’t just get flustered every time she saw Tegan like this; given the close proximity to the sea, she’d end up with a dodgy heart within two months.

‘There we go,’ Tegan said, grinning. ‘Now you’re in the right gear, we can get started.’ 

‘Given the weather being so nice, I’m surprised you suggested I try the wetsuit first,’ Nyssa said. ‘Unless you just wanted to embarrass me.’

‘In my defence,’ Tegan said, putting out her hands in a gesture of innocence. ‘I thought the water might be too cold for you, since you aren’t used to it.’

Nyssa smiled, feeling her own cheeks dimple.

‘Anyway,’ Tegan elaborated. ‘If it means so much to you, you can walk in on me half-dressed later on and see how embarrassed I get.’

Nyssa giggled.

‘And how do I know you wouldn’t just take advantage of the situation?’

‘Impossible, Nys,’ Tegan said, with a quick wink as she bent down to pick up the surfboards. ‘I’m not exactly pin-up material.’

‘Debateable,’ Nyssa said, trying and failing not to stare at how close-fitting the Australian’s wetsuit was. ‘And I thought you weren’t looking?’

Tegan gave a guilty look as she stood back up.

‘Well, I am a lesbian,’ she said. ‘Sorry; I swear I didn’t mean to look.’

‘O-oh,’ Nyssa replied, blinking quickly. Had she been that obvious in her attraction? ‘I-I didn’t-’

‘You might as well know,’ Tegan said, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. ‘I mean, some straight women find it a little…’

‘Having never been heterosexual, I wouldn’t know,’ Nyssa said. ‘And I don’t mind you looking.’

‘As long as you don’t think I’m ogling-’

‘You’re not. And, well, you’re not the only one who’s been looking.’

Tegan stared at her for a moment. Their eyes met, and Nyssa felt a shiver go up her spine.

‘Er… so, surfing?’

‘Y-yeah!’

Tegan instructed Nyssa to climb onto one of the boards and then kneel down. Nyssa did so.

‘Surfing’s all about balance,’ Tegan said. ‘Once you’re able to stand up, it’ll get a lot easier, so we’re gonna practice now, before you get into the water…’

Tegan moved, and Nyssa felt her breath catch in her throat, as she realised just how close the Australian was to her. Certain parts of Tegan were pressing up against her back, and she was immensely conscious of Tegan’s two arms wrapped around her middle.

‘Now…’ Tegan said, very softly. ‘When I say go, you jump to your feet, ‘kay?’

Nyssa nodded, hoping against hope that Tegan couldn’t tell how fast her heart was suddenly beating.

‘Okay… now!’

As Nyssa moved, she felt Tegan’s hands close around her middle. She gave a squeak, and lost her footing.

There was a crash, as the two women tumbled down onto the sands in a tangle of limbs. As they came to a stop, Nyssa realised -in shock- that she had somehow ended up straddling Tegan’s waist and was now staring down at the Australian, their faces barely a few inches apart. Her hands were planted into the sand on either side of Tegan’s head.

‘S-sorry, Tegan!’ she exclaimed, feeling her face flush. Her own hair was coming out of its bun and was hanging down past her face. ‘Are you alright?’

Tegan stared up at her, her more closely cropped hair hanging loosely against the sand, the light brown locks contrasting with the yellow grains. She seemed to freeze slightly, as if unsure of how to react. Nyssa could practically hear the Australians heart beat -was it accelerating?- through her own body. With mounting horror, Nyssa realised that Tegan’s pulse wasn’t the only thing she could now feeling through the wetsuits.

‘Y-yeah,’ Tegan said, looking dazed. ‘Fine. You… you okay?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Sorry, let me just…’

Nyssa climbed off the Australian and got to her feet, before giving Tegan a hand to stand up.

‘Er…’ -Tegan awkwardly climbed to her feet, before letting go off Nyssa’s hand- ‘Shall… shall we try that again? I think it best if I don’t squeeze your middle this time…’

Nyssa felt her face burn as she remembered the feel of Tegan pressing gently against her skin, in various different places. Places that she definitely did not want to think about, for fear of going round the bend. Hopefully, Nyssa thought, she’d get the hang of surfing because she lost her mind completely.

*

By noon the next day, Nyssa had moved into her new flat. Tegan and a few of the other locals -including Barbara the schoolteacher- had helped carry her things across from the hotel. And, now that she had a permanent address, she had started sending for the remainder of her things back in London.

Nyssa was just placing the last of the cardboard boxes away in a cupboard, when the doorbell rang. Assuming it was another delivery, she headed through the flat and towards the door. However, the sight that greeted her when she opened the door was not a delivery person, but-

‘Mel?’

‘Hi!’ exclaimed the redhead, a wide smile on her face as she hurried forward and pulled Nyssa into a tight hug. A wheely-suitcase was stood on the side of the open door. ‘Nyssa; how are you?’

‘I-Fine- Mel, what are you doing here?’

‘Oh, please,’ Mel said, fixing Nyssa with a knowing gaze as she pulled away, leaving her hands on Nyssa’s shoulders. ‘I can’t just let you relocate somewhere on your own. Nyssa, I remember how introverted you were at uni. I know you’re a bit better nowadays, but still…’

‘I…’ Nyssa stared at her friend. ‘But, what about London?’

Mel waved a hand dismissively.

‘Nyssa; you’re my best friend. And, like you said on the phone yesterday, things in London are just getting worse. I was planning on moving somewhere less stressful at some point, so why not now? And I get to stay here with my favourite person.’ -Mel’s face suddenly became a little unsure- ‘If… if you’ll have me, that is. I probably should have called you first-’

Nyssa pulled Mel into a hug.

‘Of course you’re welcome here,’ she said, clutching her friend closely. ‘You are fantastic, Melanie Bush.’

Mel wrapped her arms around Nyssa, and swayed slightly as they hugged.

‘Thank you,’ the redhead said, smiling as she let go. ‘You’re fantastic too, Nyssa. I really appreciate it. Wait, does this mean you’re my boss now?’

‘I suppose!’ Nyssa chuckled. ‘But I think… business partners would be more appropriate.’

‘Oh, thank you,’ Mel replied, as she pulled her suitcase inside. ‘I take it Tregonnereth doesn’t have another dental practice.’

‘Not a one. Tegan says that the town’s got a really close-knit community here, but she thinks our dental practice should fit in quite nicely.’

Mel nodded.

‘That’s good. Speaking of the town… may I have a tour?’

Nyssa smiled, before slipping on a pair of trainers.

The weather had clouded over somewhat, but it was still fine weather, all things considered. Nyssa had already noticed that, while Cornwall did have a warmer climate than most of the rest of southern Britain, it was also a lot more humid. A microclimate, as it were.

‘That’s the harbour,’ she said, as Mel followed her down through the high street towards the sea. ‘And just over there is the beach.’

‘Lovely!’ Mel replied, staring at the crystal-blue waters that seemed to shine even in the scant sunshine. ‘I never would have imagined you’d start being more outdoorsy.’

‘Debatable,’ Nyssa said, chuckling to herself. ‘I tried surfing earlier; good grief, Tegan had her work cut out trying to get me upright. Good thing the beach was otherwise deserted.’

She smiled at the memory from the previous day. For more reasons that she felt able to admit.

‘Nyssa?’

‘Hmm?’

Mel fixed her with an all-too-knowing look.

‘Who’s… Tegan?’

‘O-oh, Tegan?’ Nyssa said, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. ‘She lives here too. She’s been very helpful; she’s shown me the practice, as well as my flat. Why? Did I mention her at some point?’

‘About half a dozen times so far, yes,’ said Mel, grinning in a horribly knowing way. ‘I’m sure she’s been very helpful.’

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Nyssa said, primly.

‘Oh, obviously,’ Mel cheeked. ‘I mean, I’m sure you mentioning her that many times without realising it means absolutely nothing.’

Nyssa didn’t reply. She instead turned and headed back up the high street. After a moment of giggling, Mel followed.

‘Here’s the practice,’ Nyssa said, gesturing down the side street to where the premises were. ‘I’ll show you it all later; which reminds me, I need to get copies of the key made. I should ask…’

 She trailed off.

‘Let me guess,’ Mel giggled. ‘Perhaps the mysterious Tegan?’

‘Shut up. Come on; I need to get some things down in the pharmacy.’

The two women headed across the road, and into the local pharmacists. Like many chain pharmacies, the inside was much the same as any other; all plastic shelving and bright artificial lights. Although this one was slightly unique in that the section for suncream was a lot bigger than the ones back in London normally were.

The woman at the counter was dressed in a white coat. She was roughly ten years older than Nyssa. Her soft auburn hair was tied into a bun. And, of course, she was rather pretty.

‘Can I help?’

‘Er…’ Nyssa said, momentarily a little tongue-tied. ‘Y-yes, I’m come to have my prescriptions moved to this pharmacy, I’ve just moved to the town, you see-’

‘Oh, you must be Nyssa!’ replied the woman, smiling. ‘Yes, Tegan’s mentioned you a fair few times.’

Nyssa didn’t even bother looking at Mel; she could practically hear her suppressing another set of the giggles.

‘I’m Liz, by the way,’ said the auburn-haired pharmacist. ‘I’m the lead pharmacist here. Nice to have a fellow scientific mind in the town.’

‘Thank you,’ Nyssa said.

Liz handed Nyssa some forms attached to a clipboard to fill out, and Nyssa sat down on a chair nearby. Mel continued to standing, but moved to be in front to her. She then bent down.

‘So, “Tegan’s mentioned you a fair few-”’

‘Mel, stop it,’ Nyssa said, focusing on the forms. ‘It’s a small town; people tell each other things. Besides, I’m the current novelty; you probably will be too for the next couple of weeks.’

Mel chuckled.

Presently, Nyssa finished the forms and handed them back to Liz, who smiled at her as she took the clipboard back.

‘I hear you’re opening up the dental practice again,’ the pharmacist said. ‘It’ll do the place some good, especially for the pensioners who can’t easily get to other places.’

‘Exactly,’ Nyssa said. She had always felt a little awkward around talking to people in shops; possibly due to living in London for so long. ‘Er, this is Mel, by the way. She’s my dental assistant.’

‘Pleasure,’ Mel said, exchanging a smile with Liz. ‘Nice pride flag, by the way.’

‘Thank you,’ Liz said, and Nyssa saw that she had a small rainbow flag attached to her lanyard. ‘Tregonnereth Pride is happening a bit later on this summer; it’s going to be wonderful.’

��Oh, lovely! We’ll have to go to that, won’t we, Nyssa?’

Nyssa nodded, feeling rather self-conscious. She’d never been quite so easy to talk about these things in public as Mel was. Especially when a pretty pharmacist was smiling at her.

‘We’ll see you there, then,’ Liz replied. ‘Bye; see you dreckly!’

‘Dreckly?’ Mel said, giving a confused glance at Nyssa, who shrugged in bewilderment.

Liz gave a laugh.

‘Sorry; I forget you’re from up-country,’ the auburn-haired woman chuckled, good-naturedly. ‘That’s a Cornish phrase. It means “at some time in the future”.’

‘Gosh,’ Mel replied, with a laugh. ‘It’s like a different world here. Bye, Liz; see you dreckly, then!’

‘Well, Cornwall is a Celtic nation,’ Nyssa said, as they walked back to the entrance. ‘It’s no small wonder that the language is different, even when speaking English-’

Nyssa promptly bumped into someone as they rounded the corner of an aisle.

‘Oh, my apologies,’ Nyssa said, awkwardly. ‘I should have looked where I was-’

‘Hi!’ exclaimed the young woman Nyssa had just collided with. She looked a couple of years younger than Nyssa and Mel. She was grinning cheerfully from ear-to-ear, and seemed completely unbothered by Nyssa’s awkwardness. Her hair was tied into a long braid that extended down her back, over the jacket (covered in badges and patches) that she wore. ‘You’re Nyssa, right? The posh Londoner Tegan has been going on about?’

‘I… I am,’ Nyssa said, feeling her face flush at the mention of the Australian and promptly ignoring Mel’s look of amusement. ‘Nice to meet you, er…’

‘Ace McShane.’

Nyssa found her hand roughly shook. It was rather like meeting a chipmunk that had been given several dozen espressos.

Ace promptly turned her attention to Mel.

‘So…’ she said, taking Mel’s hand in a far softer way than she had done with Nyssa. ‘Big city girl too?’

‘Yes,’ Mel said, with a giggle. ‘I’m Mel. Pleasure to meet you’

‘Pleasure’s all mine,’ Ace replied, grinning lopsidedly as she let go of Mel’s hand. ‘Wicked hair, by the way.’

Mel giggled again, her mane of bushy red hair shaking over her shoulders.

‘Oh, you like it?’

‘It’s gorgeous; are you a model, or something?’

‘Stop it-’

Nyssa looked inbetween the two women, feeling more and more like they’d both entirely forgotten that she was standing with them.

‘I’m serious,’ Ace continued, grinning widely as she looked Mel up and down. ‘Proper gorgeous, you are. I hope your personality’s as lovely.’

‘Flattery will get you nowhere,’ replied Mel, with a tone of voice that implied the exact opposite. ‘I’m a dental technician; how about you?’

‘Oh, bit of this, bit of that,’ Ace said, before giving another wink. ‘Quite a bit of that, actually.’

Mel’s cheeks flushed, and she laughed again.

‘I can imagine,’ she said. ‘You’re a local, then?’

‘Born and bred in Kernow. Speaking of which, I’ve got places to be. But see you around, Mel.’

‘Yeah,’ Mel breathed, a slight flush on her cheeks. ‘See you around… Ace.’

Ace gave the redhead one last quick wink, before walking away, her long braided hair dancing as she walked. Mel stared after her, a soft smile still etched into her face. Absentmindedly, she twirled a finger through her ginger hair.

Nyssa gave a cough. Mel startled, as if suddenly realising that Nyssa had been stood beside her the entire time.

‘Not. A. Word.’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa said, with a knowing chuckle. ‘I’m sure that conversation definitely didn’t mean anything-’

‘Nyssa!’

The two women laughed, before leaving the pharmacy.

*

A few hours later, Mel had properly moved into the spare room. Nyssa was a little put out that she couldn’t convert it into a library, but having her best friend around was a good trade-off. Mel had brought a few things with her, but -aside from her clothes and laptop- it was mainly basic stuff. Mel said she would be having the rest of the things down from London over the next few weeks, although it would mainly be things like duvets and soft furnishings.

The doorbell rang again, and Nyssa headed to the door, expecting another delivery. However, it was apparently her day to meet people, because Tegan Jovanka was stood on the doorstep, wearing a pair of cut-off-shorts and a t-shirt, with a plaid shirt wrapped around her waist.

‘Thought you might like a personal delivery,’ the Australian said, grinning, as she handed over two sets of keys. ‘For the practice premises; I got a bunch of texts saying you’ve now got a dental assistant?’

‘Er, yes,’ Nyssa said, quickly, trying to half-close the door and leaning against it. ‘Yeah, she’s a bit busy unpacking, so-’

‘Oh, this is Tegan!’ Mel exclaimed, bounding up behind Nyssa, and pulling open the door, giving a wide smile. ‘Nice to meet you; Nyssa’s told me so much about you.’

‘Really?’ Tegan said, smiling at Nyssa as she shook Mel’s hand. ‘My reputation proceeds me, it seems-’

‘Oh, stop it!’ Nyssa moaned, but without any real venom. ‘Look, this is Mel Bush, my best friend.’

‘Ahh,’ Tegan said, with an expression of dawning understanding. ‘You moved down to make sure this one doesn’t keep herself isolated down here, eh?’

‘Something like that,’ Mel chuckled, as Nyssa rolled her eyes. ‘Nyssa’s lovely but she can be very shy. You should have seen what she was like at uni; hang on, I’ve got photos…’

‘Mel, you don’t need to-’ Nyssa began, but Mel was already pulling out her phone. She turned to stand next to Tegan on the doorstep. Tegan leaned over, and her eyes widened.

‘Is that… a black choker?’

‘Mel!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘Do you have to show her that photo?’

‘What? I thought you looked nice in this one!’ Mel said, looking slightly affronted before turning back to Tegan and continued scrolling. ‘Now, there was a Rocky Horror night at the student union in second year; Nyssa had this gorgeous black corset on… oh, where is that photo-’

Nyssa grabbed the phone out of Mel’s hand.

‘What did you do that for?’ Mel said, trying to grab her phone back. ‘It’s not a bad photo; very classy. It really showed off your-’

‘Nope,’ Nyssa said, refusing to look Tegan in the eye. ‘I don’t think Tegan would appreciate that photo.’

Mel gave a smirk that implied she thought otherwise.

‘To be fair,’ Tegan said, chuckling with an air of polite bewilderment. ‘I have already seen you half-dressed, Nys. But I’m sure the black corset looked very fetching on you.’

Mel looked at Nyssa with an expression that plainly said we will be having a conversation about this later.

‘So,’ Nyssa said, frowning, as she turned back to Tegan. ‘Are you here to just listen to Mel tell embarrassing stories? Or can I invite you in for a cuppa?’

‘Actually, we have a meeting this evening for local business owners,’ Tegan said. ‘And, since you are our newest business owner, I thought it might be a good opportunity for you to introduce yourself to everyone.’

‘Oh,’ said Nyssa, quickly. ‘That’s very kind of you, but I’m going to be very busy this evening getting everything unpacked and now Mel’s here-’

‘What Nyssa is trying to say,’ Mel said, interrupting. ‘Is that she’d love to come and, because I’m here as well, the things she needs to do will take half as long, meaning she will definitely be able to attend.’

‘Great!’ replied Tegan, before Nyssa could say anything. ‘The meeting’s at six in the town hall; we normally have snacks during, and then a meal in the pub afterwards. Just as long as Ace doesn’t get into an argument with the bar-staff again.’

Mel’s cheeks turned slightly pink as she stepped back into the flat.

‘Oh, is… is Ace going to be there too?’

‘Ah, you’ve met her already, I see,’ Tegan said, with a smirk. ‘Yeah; she’ll be there. Technically, she shouldn’t, but no-one around here is gonna tell Ace McShane she can’t go to something. Normally, I have to keep her scoffing all the snacks before the meeting starts.’

‘That’s good,’ Mel said, smiling. ‘Tell you what; if you help Nyssa get introduced to everyone, I’ll keep Ace talking so she won’t eat everything.’

‘Done!’

‘Sorry to interrupt, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, hand already on the door. ‘but Mel and I really have things to get on with; urgent… dentist stuff.’

‘Uh huh,’ Tegan replied, clearly not believing a word of it. ‘Well, it was nice to meet you, Mel; I’ll see you both at the meeting.’

Tegan walked away, and Nyssa closed the door.

‘Stop. It.’

‘What?’ Mel asked, looking as if she already knew the answer. ‘I was just chatting to Tegan-who seems lovely, by the way- and you act like I’m being super obnoxious-’

‘You know fully well why I stopped that conversation in its tracks,’ Nyssa hissed.

‘Let’s pretend I don’t,’ Mel said, smiling knowingly. ‘What possible reason could I have for making sure you spend time with Tegan Jovanka?’

Nyssa felt the heat rise in her cheeks, as they headed back into the sitting room.

‘I like it here!’ Nyssa said. ‘Tegan’s been very sweet to me, and I won’t have you making things complicated between us!’

‘By the looks of things, it was already complicated to begin with. Didn’t you say she was helping you learn to surf?’

‘So?’

‘So she had her arms around you and probably was very up-close-and-personal with you? Let me guess, she probably had to help you put the wetsuit on as well, which is pretty homoerotic regardless of anything else.’

‘Wetsuits; homoerotic?’

‘Anything and everything can be homoerotic,’ Mel explained, as if stating the obvious. ‘Depending on how you look at it.’

‘I’m not anything erotic!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘Especially not in a borrowed wetsuit that didn’t even fit me around the chest!’

Mel stared at her, grin widening as Nyssa slowly realised what she had just admitted.

‘Sounds pretty homoerotic to me,’ she said, with a chuckle. ‘Why does it bother you so much that you and Tegan Jovanka might have… subtext going on?’

‘Because!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘I… I don’t make friends easily, Mel! I like Tegan but… what if I ruin something lovely because I misinterpret something?’

Mel smiled at her.

‘You won’t, Nyssa. Honestly, this is like what happened with Romana all over again-’

‘That was completely different!’ Nyssa said, face now burning. ‘For the last time, Romana was my senior; I did not -and never have had- a crush on her!’

‘Oh, so that is different than it is with Tegan, then?’

Nyssa closed her mouth, and fixed it into a pout, glaring at her friend.

‘Oh, Nyssa,’ Mel said, putting a hand on her friends shoulder. ‘You really are your worst enemy when it comes to these things. Look, regardless of what your feelings may be towards a certain Ms Jovanka, is it really so bad that you’ll meet other business owners? Small dental practices are for the local community, after all; you’ll need to get your face out there.’

‘But…’ Nyssa said. ‘I’m… I’m not good with people.’

‘Yes, you are,’ Mel said. ‘You just get over-worried thinking about things. Listen, Tegan knows everyone here, by the sounds of it, so you won’t need to worry about introducing yourself to everyone by yourself. No-one will be expecting you to memorise everyone’s names immediately, so just take it slowly. I’ll be here to step in if you get overwhelmed, so don’t worry.’

Nyssa sighed, before smiling softly.

‘You are a good friend, Mel.’

‘As are you,’ the redhead replied, smiling. ‘So, what are you going to wear?’

Nyssa looked down at her clothes.

‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

‘Nothing; I just think you might feel more at ease if you wear less formal attire for the meeting. People will find you more approachable if you’re not dressed up to the nines.’

A twinkle appeared in Mel’s eyes.

‘Besides,’ she added. ‘I think Tegan may appreciate seeing you in that cute summer dress with the plunging-’

‘Mel!’

*

Nyssa had point-blank refused to wear the dress Mel had suggested, and instead had settled on a stripey top and long summer skirt. Although she had let Mel ease her hair out of it’s up-do, leaving it down in a relaxed style that Nyssa normally only had when she was relaxing by herself. Mel had spent twenty minutes fussing over her hair, before noticing Nyssa’s knowing look and swatting her lightly on the arm. The redhead had eventually settled on a blue-and-white striped top with pink dungarees to wear.

The town hall was like many town halls; slightly cold, and with lots of plastic chairs that were designed not for comfort but for the ability to be stacked away easily. As Nyssa and Mel entered, Barbara -who was stood by the snack table- waved at them.

‘Thank you for having us,’ Mel said, as Barbara poured them both cups of blackcurrant juice. ‘You must be Barbara, I take it?’

‘My pleasure,’ said the teacher, smiling warmly. ‘Yes, I am; and you must the mysterious Mel that Ace couldn’t stop mentioning in conversation.’

Mel gave a tittering laugh, her cheeks slightly flushed.

‘O-oh, yes; that’s me. Er… w-where is Ace, anyway?’

Barbara pointed towards a circle of chairs. Sure enough, the younger woman was sat, her jacket -covered in patches- draped over the back of her chair.

With one quick nervous grin at Nyssa, Mel promptly headed across the room and plonked herself down in the seat next to Ace, who immediately dropped the packet of crisps she was holding.

Giggling, Mel titled her head, letting her long mane of curly red hair dangle over her shoulder. Ace seemed dazzled for a moment, before flashing a grin.

‘She works fast.’

Nyssa startled. Tegan had appeared through the doorway, and had come to stand beside her. She was wearing what she had worn earlier, except that the plaid shirt was now hung loosely unbuttoned and was rolled up to her sleeves. Barbara, perhaps sensing Nyssa’s flusteredness, gave her a knowing smile before silently moving away.

‘Mel’s always been very… straightforward,’ Nyssa said, taking a sip of her drink. ‘Sometimes I wonder how many people at our university secretly held a torch for her without her realising.’

‘Really?’ Tegan said, turning to Nyssa. ‘I would have thought that…’

‘What?’

‘Oh, come off it, Nys,’ the Australian said, chuckling. ‘I bet half the people at your uni were fancying you the whole time.’

Nyssa’s mouth fell open.

‘You’re not serious.’

‘Course I bloody am,’ Tegan said, taking a sip from her own glass. ‘Thought it was obvious…’

‘Er… thank you?’

Tegan shrugged.

‘Sorry; I wasn’t trying to confuse you,’ the Australian said. ‘People often say that I’m not good with words.’

‘No,’ Nyssa said. ‘I… I appreciate it, Tegan.’

The two women stood in silence for a moment, before more people entered the hall, and the meeting began to properly get underway.

Nyssa found herself bombarded with new names and faces. And, while she was sure no-one would expect her to memorise them all, Nyssa wanted to learn each of them off by heart as quickly as she could. People in small communities were held together by those bonds, after all; the least she could do was to try, especially after all the warmth they had shown her in the last few days. So, she tried to remember that Jo Grant worked at the school as a teaching assistant, and that Mike Yates was on the committee for the local Pride, and that Jamie McCrimmon worked as a porter in the nearest hospital.

‘And I heard that you’ve already met our other resident boffin,’ Tegan said, finally gesturing to Liz the pharmacist. ‘Elisabeth Shaw, allow me to formally introduce Nyssa Traken.’

‘Charmed,’ Liz said, cheeks dimpling as she shook Nyssa’s hand. She was still wearing her uniform, but had let her auburn hair down; it framed her face very prettily. ‘This is normally when I’d introduce my wife, but Patsy’s working late today. She said not to wait for her; she probably won’t make it. Lovely to meet you again, Nyssa.’

‘Patsy and Liz had been together since they were at uni together,’ Tegan said, to Nyssa, after Liz had gone to get herself a drink. There were so many people in the room that Tegan had to lean in close to Nyssa’s face. ‘I think they were the first same-sex couple married in the church, actually.’

Nyssa nodded, mutely.

‘Ohhh,’ Tegan said, a wry grin appearing on her face. ‘I should have guessed you’d have a thing for a woman in a lab-coat-’

‘Tegan!’ Nyssa hissed, feeling her face burn.

‘Let me guess; Barbara as well, right? She’s most teenagers first crush around here…’

‘Can we just stop talking about how I develop aesthetic attraction to every other woman I seem to meet around here?’

Tegan laughed, eyes twinkling at Nyssa, who found herself unable to stay irritated with the Australian.

‘Don’t worry,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘At least you won’t end up falling for me. You’re a woman of taste, after all.’

Nyssa stared at her for a moment, before Barbara raised her voice, requesting that everyone take their seats. As Nyssa sat down next to Tegan, she couldn’t help but let out a small sigh.

Of course Tegan wouldn’t see her in that way. Mel had clearly been mistaken. Nyssa was just a woman with a crush on a kind, sweet person who obviously didn’t see Nyssa in the same way. Granted, yes, Tegan did seem to think Nyssa was attractive, but that was purely from an objective standpoint. After all, gay women didn’t automatically fancy every attractive woman they met. Now, Nyssa didn’t think she was especially attractive, and -anyway- Nyssa clearly wasn’t Tegan’s type at all. Tegan would doubtless be attracted to someone who was cool, outdoorsy and really quick with a witty retort; someone she could banter with whilst surfing. Nyssa, on the other hand, was a somewhat-uptight and introverted city girl, who didn’t seem to go five minutes without lapsing into severe social awkwardness. She could barely stand on a surfboard, and went bright red if Tegan so much as made a mildly rude remark. It just wasn’t going to happen.

It wasn’t Tegan’s fault. Nyssa would just have to deal with her unreciprocated feelings. It was… better, this way, Nyssa told herself. Tegan would never know, and Nyssa would be able to let her feelings slowly subside, until she could happily have a platonic friendship with Tegan. Was that really so bad? It wasn’t as if an amazing friendship was something to be scoffed at.

As the meeting started, Nyssa ignored the sad thump of her heart, and tried to ignore how Tegan smelled of the ocean salt and how her easy smile made Nyssa’s stomach flip over.

This was going to be difficult.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the second chapter! I wasn't expecting it to be this long, but writing has a habit of running away with itself! Not sure when I'll update next, so stay tuned!

[mygainyear2024]

Day 8 Meeting US Expats

Today's plan centred around meeting, in the end, two women from the US who are living as expats in Portugal with their husbands. This came about because I posted about my trip on an expat FB page and asked if anyone would like to connect. Crystal (52) was one of four women who responded. Crystal invited her friend Brenda (55). We met at the very popular The Chicken Tavern, not for chicken, but for fish!! I had thought about walking the one hour to get there but it was drizzling with rain, so I tested the recommended Bolt (Uber's competition here) rideshare app and it worked a treat. For a small €3.68, instead of €10+ with Uber I arrived dry and ahead of schedule. Depending on what bus route, it was going to cost nearly the same on the bus, plus a bit of walking.

Prices for food, drinks etc in Portugal are certainly cheaper than any of the places I visited in Europe two years ago, and less than the cost in Australia. This is one of the draw cards for expats, as supported by Crystal and Brenda. Crystal said she would have worked up to another 10 years in the US to retire there. They were also happy to escape the current political debacle in the US between two old white male dudes. At least there were no uncomfortable moments about politics between us.

The Chicken Tavern was very busy for a Monday, apparently it's the same every day. For €14 we got the lunch set, bread, olives, pickled veg, choice of mains (I very happily had Crystal’s recommended monk fish skewers, as the couple at Dona Barca said it was like crayfish - not quite!) with veg, salad, chips, rice, drink (I tried green wine for the first time and it was quite delicious) and coffee. We spent two hours introducing ourselves and catching up about moving to a foreign country (both couples sold all their belongings and arrived with suitcases). I also asked how they sourced their rental accommodation (both said site unseen although Crystal had a friend who was local do an inspection) and if they would purchase (Crystal said probably no as they might move around and to other countries), visa processes, lifestyle, social connections etc.

Sadly Crystal is heading back to the US tomorrow to change her residential address from one State to another - I think it's so she can retain dual citizenship once she attains citizenship in Portugal, or maybe it was something to do with US State taxes, or maybe it was both, the wine may have affected my brain at this stage. She's not returning until 4th May, the day before I leave. I made it really obvious to Brenda that I would love to join the next monthly "Ladies Who Lunch" gathering.

Crystal has just bought a car, so I asked for a ride home, and when there was a detour to a supermarket I took the chance to get her opinion on the green wine purchase and also picked up some more Pastel de nata and a sweet potato pastry treat.

The afternoon was spent walking 30 minutes to Aqua, the local mall/DFO and I did make some clothing purchases there and also spent ages in the supermarket. There's just so much stuff, including quinoa bread which tastes so good with goats cheese!

I then ended the day with Body Balance at the gym, pretty much all in Portuguese. I could recognise some numbers, ie 4, 3, 2, 1! I'm still perplexed by the strong accent (Germanic like), but there was also some softer sounding words.

[littlewalken]

jan 5

El Los Camino Santa Tarzana Playa is too a real California place, y'all just phobic!

But seriously, if you had a random California Place Name generator it would come up with something like that.

Well, we went to a place yesterday, looked at the smaller of the two units to chose from, chose the larger, and predicted Feb 1st I will have my own bathroom and in unit washer and dryer again. If we didn't need it inspected for our rental assistance we could be in there some time this month.

It's not the construction site, in fact it's the opposite way down the road from that, it's not a 55+ place, but it's a non smoking building and we pay for our own water so no shared meter shenanigans and it's walking distance to place to buy white people groceries.

I'm autistic I need white people groceries in forms that I understand as Safe Foods. My migraines do a good enough job helping me see thru time, the country gravy I had yesterday was spicy enough. Some day I'll taste test some chorizo.

Meanwhile we're getting ready for a smaller storage unit and which furniture to purge.

When you're not two older disabled women with declining mobility, no one near by to help us or that we would trust/could professionally afford to help us, and need to be ready on our last day here to pack up and walk out the door in one minivan load you can tell me how to move.

Especially when scheduling movers would have been fucking impossible all the the times the finishing of the construction site was pushed back.

Yes, we also looked elsewhere during that time, we even looked at a place you can see from the office of where we'll be going. And there was nothing wrong with passing up places that weren't non smoking, not on top a freeway, generally safe for us, near groceries or transportation to groceries because I can't drive, or even just a slight improvement to our current lead pipes and load bearing multiple shades of landlord white.

This place was a blessing when we needed it, now it's ready to become someone else's blessing. We'll even be leaving our old fridge the power company gave us. I don't even expect to get any of my deposit back.

Come the morning of the 1st, if we're allowed to stay here that night, we gather up, walk out the door, never come back.

We're already talking if we do have to stay in a motel to look in to one of the local Route 66 novelty ones, if they compare in price to Motel Shit, but if it'll be several days there's a town in Arizona we slept in twice during that fucked up summer which we want to go back to.

Knowing this landlord we'll probably be able to stay, he has to do some pipe work before he can rent the place out anyway.

[loanclark]

Can You Buy a Duplex with an FHA Loan?

In this article, how can you buy a duplex with an FHA loan? Choosing to purchase a multi-family or duplex property can help you achieve financial independence. Purchasing a multi-family property can create extra cash flow, passive income, and home equity, whether you're a first-time buyer or an experienced investor. A duplex can be purchased with normal or FHA financing. Every alternative has a unique set of prerequisites and advantages. A duplex, to put it briefly, is a two-unit residential building. A four-unit residential property is referred to as a multi-family property. Being the owner-occupant of one of the units is a requirement for approval when applying for FHA financing. This applies to multi-family properties with up to four units, as well as duplexes and triplexes.

FHA Loan Requirements for a Duplex

Applying for an FHA loan for a duplex gives you the same benefits as for a single-family home, but you can use the rental income to help you qualify. With a few exceptions, most criteria are the same. The main requirements for the the FHA loan duplex are as follows: - You must occupy at least one of the duplex's units as your primary residence. - Pay stubs, W2s, and tax returns must be submitted to prove your income in order for you to be eligible. - The highest percentage of debt to income will be 56.9%. - The building's square footage needs to be at least 51% dedicated to residential use. - 500 is the bare minimum credit score needed. Certain lenders have overlays and modify their standards, which can make qualifying more challenging. Please fill out this brief loan scenario form if you would like to talk with someone who can assist you regardless of your situation. Someone will contact you right away without requesting credit.

How can you buy a duplex with an fha loan

Would you like your renters to pay your mortgage on a monthly basis? Have you considered turning your first house into an investment as well? You can purchase a duplex through FHA, occupy one unit, and rent out the other. Three- and four-unit buildings are also permitted by FHA, although there are some additional restrictions.

What credit score is required to buy a duplex?

Knowing what to expect when purchasing a duplex or fourplex as an investment property can make the process much less stressful. In order to assess risk and determine the parameters of your loan offer, mortgage lenders review your credit record and your debt-to-income ratio. While there are exceptions, conventional mortgages often demand a credit score of at least 700. Credit scores greater than 580 are necessary for FHA borrowing. Download your free credit report to learn about your credit score. As we discussed in this blog post, you can correct any mistakes, contest any negative marks, and take steps to raise your credit score in fewer than sixty days. You can get the best mortgage rate if your credit score is high. For those who wish to purchase a duplex or multi-unit property, there are also specialty lending options available. Must Read our related article Can I Get an FHA Loan With an Eviction

What will make a duplex ineligible for FHA financing?

A duplex may not be eligible for FHA financing for a number of reasons. Here are a handful of those reasons: - The land is not a duplex legally. - The duplex will not be used by the buyer as their primary dwelling. - The property's designated residential area makes up less than 51% of its total square footage. - The extremely detailed FHA inspection is not passing by the property. - The property is located in an unsafe area. - There is not enough insurance for the property. Not all of these obstacles are insurmountable. You might want to think about shopping for another duplex to buy if the property just cannot match the FHA requirements.

How much are duplexes?

A 3,000-foot side-by-side, two-story duplex will typically cost $388,000, with the average cost of building a duplex in 2022 ranging from $285,000 to $537,000, according to Fixr.com. With an average price of $142,500 for a 1500-square-foot stacked duplex, this is the least expensive type of duplex, consisting of one unit built on top of the other. The most costly duplex design is a side-by-side, one-story, 5,000-square-foot duplex that costs, on average, $1,100,000 to construct.

Are duplexes a wise financial choice?

The opportunity for profit makes some homebuyers want to buy multifamily properties. Duplexes can be profitable investments, but the idea behind utilizing FHA financing is to purchase a duplex so that you can live there as your primary house and earn some rental income to help pay down your mortgage each month. When it comes to investments, duplexes where the rental income completely pays for the entire mortgage payment—principle, interest, taxes, and insurance—are the best choices. It's probably a great investment if you've located a home with probable rent that will pay the debt service.

Ways to Obtain a Duplex Without Any Money

Some prospective homeowners lack the funds for the down payment required to buy a duplex. You could be able to buy the duplex with no money down, even though FHA requirements call for a 3.5% down payment. - To start with, you can acquire the down payment as a gift from a relative. - Next, help with a down payment is another option. - Lastly, a last alternative is to investigate seller financing. You might be able to buy without making any down payment at all if you qualify for VA benefits.

How Can We Buy A Duplex With An FHA Loan?

When considering the purchase of a duplex with an FHA loan, there are key factors to keep in mind. Firstly, the down payment requirement is a crucial aspect to consider. FHA loans generally require a minimum down payment, typically around 3.5% of the purchase price. This is advantageous for potential duplex buyers as it allows for a lower upfront financial commitment compared to conventional loans. Secondly, the calculation of rental income plays a significant role in meeting FHA loan income requirements. The rental income from the additional unit in the duplex can be considered part of the borrower's income, potentially improving their debt-to-income ratio and enhancing their eligibility for the loan. It's essential for buyers to thoroughly understand these aspects and work closely with their mortgage advisor to navigate the intricacies of buying a duplex with an FHA loan successfully. Bottom line Buying a duplex with an FHA loan offers a viable path to real estate investment for many aspiring homeowners. The relatively low down payment requirement of around 3.5% provides an attractive entry point, making it more accessible compared to conventional loans. Moreover, the unique advantage lies in the consideration of rental income as part of the FHA loan income requirements. This can significantly bolster your financial profile, increasing eligibility and potentially making your investment in a duplex even more financially sound. However, it's crucial to navigate the process with careful consideration and seek guidance from experienced mortgage professionals who can help you maximize the benefits of an FHA loan for duplex ownership. With the right strategy and understanding, the prospect of buying a duplex with an FHA loan becomes not just a possibility but a smart investment in your financial future. Read the full article

[international-intelligence-inc]

Bloomingdale Police Department Misses Chance To Arrest Local Pyromaniac PART I

Bloomingdale Police Department Misses Chance To Arrest Local Pyromaniac PART I

Bloomingdale Police Department Misses Chance To Arrest Local Pyromaniac PART I 2

One summer a few years ago I was in my bedroom working on my computer when I noticed smoke and flames emanating from my living room gas (floor) heater. My web camera cam was running, situated in a position in which it continued taking photos / video stream of the exact area surrounding my front door which I naively left open at that particular time.

I ran quickly out from my apartment attempting to save my own life prior to uncontrollable escalation of flames and gas explosion. I ran across the street calling the police from the liquor store reporting the incident.

Two police cars initially responded to my call for help. The two officers having arrived at my house, asked a man present, and, acting as if he was attempting to arrest the fire/flames in the basement, whether the fire was completely out. The man responded “yes,” moving aside in my backyard standing there watching what might happen next.

By now there were several police cars, two large fire trucks and a CDC/State Chemical truck surrounding my driveway present. Several officers were attempting to inspect the first floor and basement to ensure the fire was out and no more a threat.

Several men proceeded to my basement area to confirm what this man told them “the fire was out.” I also wanted to be certain the fire was out and presenting no danger to my upstairs neighbors who were still sleeping at the time and still in the house on the second floor. Additionally, I was extremely concerned about a sizable explosion erupting from the basement gas pipes in which fire seemed to be originally targeted. I also had hundreds of books, very flameable in the basement as many persons knew, including the Passaic County HUD Building Inspector coming yearly to inspect for HUD.

Upon entering the basement, the two police officers immediately ran out from the basement saying loudly, this fire is not out to the man wh had told them it was still present in the yard. They said, “you could of killed us...why did you tell us the fire was out, it isn’t out at all!” The police then called him some demeaning name, such as “fool.”

They asked the fireman present to inspect the entire house and this time be certain the fire was out completely. There was a myriad of poison fumes also present in my house. The CDC officer told me it would be weeks before anyone could return to the house because of the fumes when I asked him when I could go back into my house. The officer also told me the paint was laden with asbestos and lead as well. This led me to request the Bloomingdale Building inspector test for the cancer causing chemicals as written in my previous article.

I gave my statement to the police officer in Bloomingdale as what happened. I told the local police a long haired white man looking like a bum with torn jeans and messy straight hair, the same man telling them the fire was out, entered my apartment deliberatly setting this fire. I told them I accidentally captured this taking place and possess this evidence on my computer cam corder before the fire started showing him clearly entering my front door. He had set my house on fire purposely. The police blamed it on me and my so-called psychological illness forcing me the next day to be committed into Saint Mary’s Hospital, the psychiatric unit. Mr. Angel Roman (the Executive Director of Passaic County Housing Authority NJ-HUD), called the hospital to take me away from my house and into the unit. I had no choice but to remain there for a period of three weeks. Mr. Roman still blames me for starting the fire and at times brings it up when I speak to him in Paterson, NJ at my yearly HUD rental reviews.

The suggestion that I, Jill Starr, would light my own house on fire because of illness is absolutely slanderous, libelous and an utterly outrageous claim! Kim Sandlacak, my landlord was also present the day they took me illegally to St. Mary’s hospital. Even though St. Mary’s called my many doctors, including my own psychiatrist which I had seen the night immediately prior the day the fire was set, and all my doctors said I was mentally fine, the hospital refused releasing me.

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The local police will tell you that I had a towel covering the top of my heater in the living room; this is true. HOWEVER, IT HAD BEEN THERE FOR ONE WEEK TOTALLY WITHOUT INCIDENT. I HAD SHUT OFF THE MAIN VALVE TO THE GAS AND I ALSO SHUT OFF THE MAIN PILOT LIGHT BECAUSE I WAS WELL AWARE OF SUCH DANGERS. I DID NOT CAUSE THIS FIRE.

Anyway, a few months back 2009 several Mexican friends caught a man fitting the same description setting garbage on fire in the Butler NJ street several times. I heard that this man was not arrested in Butler either. My friends reported to Butler police that he set Jill Starr’s house on fire and I have a photo of him (I did).

Another police blunder which could still threaten the community since the man was never arrested and tried.

J Starr

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BEFORE THE FIRE I HAD NUMEROUS INCIDENTS OF GAS LEAKS EMANATING FRM MY STOVE

Before the fire was set, I had called PSE&G many times throughout the week prio because they just could NOT seem to find my mysterious gas leaks from my stove! --

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How I found Bones Buried in My Backyard & Bloomingdale N.J. Police Would Not Investigate & Put Me in Mental Hospital Again

How I found Bones Buried in My Backyard & Bloomingdale N.J. Police Would Not Investigate & Put Me in Mental Hospital Again

I acquired a 107 Grade Point Average in Human Biology (Lecture and Lab in College, taking course in both forensic science and anthropology at William Paterson College in New Jersey (making high grades in both).

I was outside a few summers back gardening in my backyard in Bloomingdale, NJ when I came across a whole lot of bones of some sort buried under the tree and all over under the grass in my backyard.

So to inquire more, I got a shovel and started pulling the bones of some mammal out of the dirt (they remain here for proof) of this story.

I called the local police to report this having already lined up some of the many bones lined on a paper towel here after rinsing them in water.

When the local Bloomingdale Police arrived on the scene as usual they threatened me saying, they refused to investigate this and told me I was ” going to be committed into the local Chilton Mental Hospital” again, and I had no choice but to go into the ambulance...Their reason was because, “I was neither allowed to dig nor report bones in my backyard to them.”

They said if I ever dig in my yard again they’d send me back to the local mental hospital.

I originally noticed bones by the large tree buried gardening many years back here.

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Monday and I have three AirPods cases each with only one pod in, the others lost to the streets, the lawns, the underbelly of my kitchen. And I know what you’re thinking, just form a pair out of the remaining pods! But all three cases represent different models / generations of AirPods, and all three are missing the pod for the left ear. I cannot currently afford to buy my way out of this conundrum and sleep at night, so am surrendering to one pod or other eventually showing itself. When I moved home I found one in the fridge, for instance. I just have to be patient

On a podcast today I listen to two men discuss why they won’t go skydiving, and it’s because of the man you have to have strapped to your back during the act, his position of authority, and it being “potentially gay”. Sometimes I feel I have regressed to school age where my tastes in humour are concerned, when things being homoerotic were flagged and shunned. I also spent so much of that era attempting to beat allegations of being gay myself, treading carefully around my female friends who thought I harboured some secret desire, and was going to masturbate in front of them after a sports match. But really I was just good at sports and was forced to wear “sensible” shoes and regularly cut my own hair. I could never fully shake the suspicions. Now people on Reddit ask if I’m trans, and my gardener sends me photos of plants that have both male and female sex organs, alongside a text that says “some info from a non binary perspective :)”. The smiley face might have hurt the most

By early evening Pilates is testing my inner thighs which by tomorrow will be destroyed. The studio’s location underneath an estate agents is a hassle when office workers walk through the obstacle course of exercise machines to take a dump every half an hour, coughing and sneezing at triple decibel. But it is also a gift, because as I move I get to hear London’s rental crisis play out above my head. “And you’re SURE they found asbestos?”, one man says into his phone, “because the paperwork says the landlord doesn’t have insurance to cover that and he’s going to need to move tenants out while the place is inspected”. “No they won’t go above £4,500 per month”, another says, “even with the communal garden. We have a couple on hold for a viewing but they have two dogs”. There is no non-smug way to mention here that I am the luckiest girl in the world to own and not rent, to be able to die from asbestos poisoning on my own terms. I have been down about needing to pause further fancifying of the house til my cash flow improves, but remind myself I have years and years in which to do it. Things have calmed enough that I’m now hell bent on finding C a place to live that isn’t with an alcoholic with ancraophobia (I googled “fear of wind”)

C has also managed, in less than 24 hours, to find evidence of my former best friend not being dead. He tells me she was alive in 2016 because her name is registered to an address, and after a couple more hours finds her academia profile as a lecturer in criminology at a university on the south coast of England. He even sends a link to her thesis on rape, which I have not yet read, but plan to. I now have an email address too, should I want to write her. I don’t blame myself for thinking she had died, since having no social media footprint whatsoever for 15 years in this day and age is unfathomably rare. Not to mention impressive, the kind of impressive that makes having even the most modest social media presence myself feel incredibly gauche. Plus the severe coeliac disease and her early predilection for drugs, half of which I did with her to seem cool, could’ve killed her easily. But she was alive the whole time, writing about rape by the sea and keeping the lowest of low profiles

Just when my energy levels drop to match the waning daylight hours and the temperature, Frieze rears its ugly head. Like New Year’s Eve, I always come to it with lofty social aspirations and, also like new years eve, they always feel too arduous and I end up watching sex and the city at home eating grapes. The Friezes have gotten gradually better over the years, the first one I ever went to I smoked a Ukrainian classmate’s very strong weed and had what I’m assuming was a panic attack at the fair’s canteen. This Ukrainian man died by suicide 2 years later, the news of which made me physically sick. The second I saw my ex boyfriend with his new girlfriend and left so quickly I lost both my earrings. The third I don’t remember. The fourth I got drunk all day and all night for a week and I had sexual interactions with not one but two contemporary artists, the latter of which asked me to pretend to be a teenager who cut herself for some kind of role play. The fifth I didn’t attend due to sobriety, the sixth I had a meltdown when V showed a new painter and someone mistook his work for mine. The sixth didn’t exist because of the pandemic, the seventh I went to a party at one of L’s employees’ homes and L said “your dress is nice and tight-fitting” but I knew long before that I wouldn’t work with him. The eighth was calm enough that I don’t remember it, and this frieze will mark the ninth. One dinner, one drinks, a play that has nothing to do with art with C called Untitled Fuck Miss Saigon. We will eat at pizza express before, where I haven’t been since I was 11. C wants to take the train 40 minutes outside of London to eat at the pizza express famous for being Prince Andrew’s flimsy alibi in the interview he gave about befriending Jeffrey Epstein. But that pizza express is right by where I went to rehab, and who needs those memories during Frieze?

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Day 16 of Building Elsa’s Ice Palace

I’m an idiot. I just realized I can just use the images from the posting to show you the interior. I can’t get in trouble for that lol.

Tada! Isn't it beautiful? Look at that beautiful fancy blue. You should see the wall paper up close, it's so royal and luxurious.

This is the living room. It's the first room you enter past the entryway. I was thinking a pretty ornate couch against the window and a TV stand on the wall across it and just making it a tv/gaming den.

This is the dining room. As you can see the fireplace is sealed off, but I think I can turn it into a mantle piece and make built in pretty display shelves. Or I can buy one of those pop out gas fire places. Either way, I have to figure out what dining table I should buy. I have three picked out: a dark, sparkling silver dining set, a clear acrylic dining set, or an ornate white luxury dining set! Maybe I'll leave it to a vote! :D

Here's the smaller room! Lookit what a cozy pink it is! :D It made me think of a rustic cottage-y kind of feel. I can totally do an Anna-themed room as a bonus! Or keep it generic and a splash of pink color in the blue theme. It also has it's own bathroom attached to it, which I personally love and think it gives another bit of privacy.

And this is the office space! :D Just imagine a dark rich wood computer desk and fancy chair, with another pretty painting across the way with a nice inspirational quote right next to it. What a nice place to do your work!

And here is the master bedroom! The pictures don't do it justice, the inside is super spacious and feels enormous when you walk in. Actually, all the rooms look smaller in the pictures now that I think about it...

I'm debating on what sort of bed and dressers I should put in. It will depend on what dining set I end up doing. There's a clear acrylic set I could do, or a white ornate luxury set- give it the real royal feel. Either way I want to bring everything together.

This was what I meant- with the right furniture I can either turn it into a cute bed and breakfast, or into a real royal getaway! But I can get into all that next post. I'm super excited that I'm much closer to closing the purchase now! :D

Anyway, I was looking up the listings on zillow when I found several "multi-family homes". Duplexes and small apartment buildings- for SALE! An actual chance to be a real landlord! What fun! :D (I say as if I actually have the energy and mental capacity for such a thing.) Problem is the upfront costs of course. It's still out of my price range. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But if I had a separate building just for renting, my income level would definitely go up, and be much more reliable than an unpredictable airbnb type of deal.

But I guess I should focus on one thing at a time. As it is now I couldn't purchase one even if I wanted. (Edit: I asked my agent how the process works, and it's a conventional loan with 25% up front. Whoo boy.)

I looked up the renting laws in my area, and hypothetically even if I were to work an airbnb, I would need a business license and a short term rental permit. There's a bit of a process to it, but it's relatively simple. It would just take a month or two. As it is, there's still a few cosmetic repairs to the outside I would need to fix up before I was able to rent it out. So for now, I think I'll just get a roommate for a year while I fix up the house. Something simple like $400 for the room and full access to everything? They'd be more like a roommate than a tenant so that seems reasonable, right?

I'll think about it later. For now I just need to get the home inspection rescheduled and done.

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The National Association of Realtors stated Wednesday that existing home sales fell 7.7% final month from October to a seasonally adjusted annual price of 4.09 million. That’s decrease than what economists have been anticipating, based new homes albuquerque on FactSet. Despite the slowdown, home prices continued to rise. The nationwide median home sales price rose three.5% in November from a 12 months earlier to $370,seven hundred. In LA or San Francisco, that’s sufficient for a cramped rental.

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Also seeing some sold for low costs off market. Only one mentioned it was part of a multi property sale, however I suppose a quantity of of them might need been. So potential buyers usually are not only very picky, but if they can't get a agency insurance coverage quote prior to purchasing new home builders in albuquerque, then no sale. As a outcome there could be many many more listings, but can’t till repairs are complete, inspections completed, insurance coverage claims carried out. Location has alot of snow birds who personal for the cool 6 months. Ian did significant harm, but nothing like fort Myers and different surrounding areas.

Yet prices in Fresno shot up easily 100k in a yr on homes that had been solely going up 10k a yr. It’s absolutely not the time to purchase something in Fresno. With tech layoffs and the entire Bay Area transplant wfh folks… perhaps homes for sale in albuquerque nm you’ll find a deal here. As someone born and raised in Fresno who follows the housing market right here on regular basis, there aren't any offers to be discovered currently in Fresno.

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OK, so heres your dose of deluded optimism then. I can’t assist but wonder if higher mortgage charges and still-too-high prices will present help for much cheaper markets as investor exercise shifts away from wildly overpriced markets . Maybe work-from-home is right here to stay if only as a outcome of nobody can afford the Bay Area anymore. Are you looking homes for sale albuquerque for a model new home for the model new year? Check out this week's roundup of homes for sale within the Albuquerque area, including a few three-bedroom, one-bathroom houses, and a four-bedroom, two-bathroom home. Want to face out among the many sea of average actual estate agents?

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Before renting a home in India, you should be aware of these 10 things

In India, renting an apartment can be difficult. You have a lot to deal with, including brokers, landlords, and social mores.

Here is a quick introduction to considerations you should make while renting a house in India.

1. Recognize the rent increase.

Together with your landlord, you should decide the rent increase's yearly rate. In the majority of India, landlords are only permitted to raise rent by about 10–11% annually for residential buildings.

The Rent Control Act governs rent increases, and you can refer to its rules in the event of a disagreement. In order to avoid future disputes, it is also preferable to negotiate the amount in advance and have it included in the contract.

2. Who will be in charge of maintaining the apartment?

Except for some minor wear and tear, the landlord is typically responsible for paying for the property's maintenance. For this, many societies charge a maintenance fee. So, before you sign the contract, ask your landlord for clarification.

3. The security deposit is negotiable.

In different Indian towns, different amounts of security deposits are requested by landlords. It might range from one month to one year. You can always try to negotiate a reduced security deposit with the landlord.

Make sure the agreed-upon sum is specified in the rental agreement because you will be required to pay it when you quit the property. Additionally, be aware of the rent control laws in your state because, in Delhi, they prohibit landlords from requesting a security deposit greater than two months' worth of rent.

4. When may the landlord demand your eviction from the apartment?

No matter the cause, the landlord must provide you with a 15-day or longer notice period before requesting you to leave the property. 

5. If the landlord sells the property, you are not required to sign a new contract.

Even if the previous landlord sells the house to another person, the lease remains in effect. The provisions of the agreement must be upheld by the new owner, and a new agreement will be needed if they intend to make changes.

6. Examine other expenses.

Ask the landlord if the monthly rent includes or excludes electricity, gas, water, and other extra expenses while discussing the rent.

7. In the private rental market, there are no rules prohibiting discrimination based on race, religion, or ethnicity in India.

Few tenants report housing societies to the police for discrimination since there is no law that specifically forbids it in the rental housing sector.

8. Before you sign the lease, confirm that the apartment is pet-friendly.

You should first discuss having a pet with your landlord if you plan to do so. Later on, it can be a serious source of contention.

9. If you're shopping for a home through a broker, do thorough study on brokerage.

If you do not have the necessary understanding of the brokerage fees in a specific city or region, brokers and agencies may charge you extra.

10. Ensure that the lease has the following clauses and is written on legal paper.

Contract details include the length, rent and security deposit amounts, notice requirements, inspection privileges, and maintenance fees.

One of the few real estate agents I really like is Rentmyhome. They offer a dedicated housing expert from start to completion.

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As an person or staff member, your salary stub paper can assist you out in various life situations Noted beneath are just a couple of cases where you are going to need to have to reveal your wages stump or produced stub to prove your income no matter of your position in a company. 1 In 2013, an American Institute of Technology MBA was called as CFO and is required to provide training under the California Education Act of 2012. Paystub for Loan App When you use for a loan, whether it is for a business or a private car loan to purchase a house or a automobile, the judgment are going to rely intensely on your pay stub info. Even even more vital, when you're administering for a service finance with your loan provider, you'll need to match remittances to pay for all items you have. Once your job will definitely take area, your financial institution are going to probably produce considerable adjustments before you get around to constructing your lending. In these occasions, how much amount of money you've helped make over a time period of time, and how often you get paid out are going to play a primary duty in whether or not they provide you the loan sought. When Do Loan Demands Develop? In a case where an person has already gotten a finance, all the amount of money that was requested in a scenario will certainly be spent back to them. There are actually two elements entailed in this condition. To begin with, what various other people might be performing wrong.

Paystub for Large Purchases On a personal amount, when you are about to help make a large investment, your check stump is required so they may validate your recognition and your ability to pay for. This stump is at that point put inside of your inspection stump box. For a little business/small service check stub that doesn't contain the name of the company in enhancement to the title of the tiny organization proprietor/trustee, we have helped make this method even more dependable and expeditious.

If you’re on a firm payroll you’ll most likely need to have to reveal a couple of latest wages stumps and W2 kinds. The tax code just defines such a job within your provider (since they may be looked at through anyone as worker, not government staff member). For total acknowledgment, I made use of the Social Security amount for the majority of companies that I worked at. In simple fact, I worked a lot for a huge agency that had been understaffed for decades prior to taking on this placement. If you are self-employed or an private professional your tax obligation profit forms can operate for you or you can easily conveniently create a salary stump promptly utilizing a income stub electrical generator today! When would I need to employ a specialist? If you are self-employed or an independent professional, all forms of self-employment in a nation, area, or national economic condition are topic to remittance and routine maintenance through government and spent by various other federal government organizations. Paystub for Renting an Apartment or condo You discovered the best home or office space after months of appearing. It's like renting out a dog home! It's thus a lot additional! All your household furniture is coming from the very same spot, with outstanding household furniture you can rent for much less than the genuine price. The rental fee will be in genuine dollars every month. Your cash only isn't there. A Good Read can merely walk all day and you can easily take treatment of your dog, but we're not carrying out this for you! Renting out in itself demands you to offer a few latest examination stubs as well as some various other individual identification files. To find a total listing of all required documentations, head to the record creation web page for the brand-new proprietor. It at that point incorporates the correct files, and the files must be approved onto the internet site you prefer to create a brand new domain. You should also help make a complete and authorized certificate, which will definitely be sent to your brand new proprietor. It's absolute best to inquire your company or generate pay short ends for yourself. The only means to prevent the hassles you may have after creating a $500 examination is by taking the time to follow all paths from the IRS, obtain a resume writing work hunt, check out in along with your pertinent organization, and inspect out the IRS web internet site. As of the end of May 2018, I was working on an article on income tax prep work that will assist you locate your tax obligation advisors. Paystub for Compensation and Claims A inspection stump is useful to you in the occasion that an employee suffers an trauma and needs to file for employee's settlement. In the event we locate that you do locate that we are qualified to pay you, we will definitely deliver you with your payment planning and will definitely deliver you along with written service. You are encouraged to inspect the details you deliver to secure complete guidelines, a listing of the associations you can discover, and at that point consist of the asked for details in the function. Employees’ payment regulations are in area to defend workers. This has actually to be a strong safety and security net for workers, a strong legislation to cash our health care and neighborhood wellness plan, and enough backing to be able to work and sustain themselves. But it's opportunity for unions to modify their means and quit using cumulative negotiating as an justification to always keep projects and households out of jeopardy. This suggests we should carry on to hit and pay out ill laborers even though they are paid for below their ordinary wages. Pay stumps files assist to verify how a lot an employee would have been producing possessed they not had the regrettable mishap. Yet another technique worked with through insurance companies is to pay out out perks to executives. This allows insurers to possess their incentives paid out out faster, therefore saving opportunity. When a driver dropped his work, for example, the insurer could right now "pay out" the premium to switch out him with the driving privileges he possessed previously, also if he had had a catastrophic or accident-prone driving record.

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You won't function as the first person who has thought of the way to mislead lenders, and lenders will verify your property’s occupancy during and following your underwriting process. Lenders usually will not consider anticipated rental income to qualify you to borrow money. So in long term the price tag on your residential loan will be more than the loan costs of strata investment property. That's because you could possibly currently have a current home mortgage that you're paying down, and the ones monthly obligations are a part of your debts. If you are purchasing through mortgage plans then also you ought to give maximum amount in the down payments. Buying commercial properties is often a trial which will need to have good amount of expert knowledge as well as proper amount of capital to get such properties. After getting anywhere near this much amount of money by selling your property and assets in your own country, you will need to transfer this money for the banking account you've got created inside the Australia which would take 10,000 his or her fee particularly if it is a high-street bank.

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NRAS Property Victoria offers rebuilt rental home packages that one could select. This includes an inspection about the neighborhood so that you can analyze which it suits your organization type. You know what property type and amenities include the most valuable for renters. As these type of investments are performed after careful deliberations so number of factors can be viewed as while buying commercial real-estate. Buying at auction isn't for everyone, especially novices - the properties on offer are usually 'projects', and you also need to have a very level of property know-how, willingness to consider risk and usage of quick cash. We saw Catherine at Wholistic Financial Solutions and she or he was able to show us how you can unlock our equity and use this to 'cash flow fund' for an additional two investment properties. In the rent to get contracts, property investors consider all or a amount of the option money a part of the investment property's final cost. You ought to realize that this will be the investment that is not going to be smaller.

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