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[nyukyujs]

after christmas with nct dream! <3

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mark lee - singing your last christmas songs together

during christmas and even before so, you and mark were always singing christmas themed songs during december cause it was the holidays! how could you not? at the end of christmas day, you two listened to your christmas playlist for the last time. "we have to do this again next year." he laughed, it was very joyful, you couldn't lie. "definitely will." you smiled back, you planned on it for next year and every time year after that.

huang renjun - taking down decorations

one of the saddening parts of the end of christmas would be taking down the decorations :(( the pretty ornaments coming down off the tree along with the tree itself is so depressing <//3. "i cant reach the star." "youre too short for this stay at the bottom of the tree, elf." renjun mocked you, it wasn't your fault the tree was like 8 feet tall and he picked it out?! you still couldnt reach with the help of a ladder but that's okay cause youll make renjun do it <3 same as for the hanging lights and paper decorations. you think youll stick to the lower levels when it comes to this.

lee jeno - putting away christmas clothes

we all know about matching ugly sweaters and so and so, so you offered to do that with the rest of the dreamies and they were all glad to! but after christmas day, you and jeno spent time together washing the sweaters from the messes you'd made throughout the day and neatly putting them away. "give me that hanger." he asked as you handed it to him, making sure all the other sweaters were dry. "this one's still damp..." you felt across the sleeves of the woven yarn, noticing it hadn't fully dried. "it's fine it'll air dry." jeno said, taking the sweater from you and hanging it with the others.

lee donghyuck - building a specific christmas snow man

it was dark out, and you were walking home with haechan from a christmas party. the snow was so pretty under the street lights, you stopped for a moment and kneeled down to draw a heart in the snow just in front of your house before speaking up, "hyuck, can we make another snowman for christmas?" you slipped off your scarf ready to tug it around the head as haechan had already started at the lower body immediately after you said so. he huffed as he set the head on top of the other two parts of the body and you finally settled your scarf around it. you grabbed spare christmas lights you saved for this and set the stones on its face alone with a top hat. "amazing." haechan smiled as you two posed for a photo with it.

na jaemin - eating the rest of the christmas cookies

"why did you make him dead?" jaemin questioned having finally recognized the x's you'd drawn as the eyes of one of the snowmen with it's tongue hanging out. "because we're gonna eat him regardless, i put him out of his misery the moment he was born." you stated. he chuckled, mumbling something before sliding the head of the cookie into his mouth "see? and you killed MY cookie." "he was already dead!"

zhong chenle - cleaning gift paper and trash

after you'd made a complete mess and not realized it, you offered to clean with chenle. "at least the gifts were nice." you said with a handful of balled up wrapping paper from opening gifts. you half sighed and laughed, a little disappointed in the mess but you enjoyed cleaning at the same time. "we might as well clean the whole living room, huh?" you wished it wouldn't be as logical but it made sense... you and the boys basically turned it into a junkyard. you were all still little kids when it came to christmas.

park jisung - breaking and eating a gingerbread house

you and jisung stared at your creation that was honestly.... half failed. one side of the roof on the verge of slipping down but was held in place by the dry icing. you picked off one of the candies and popped it into your mouth, handing jisung a candy. "this house is such a disaster i don't even know if i wanna eat it." he hesitated. "just because it looks bad doesn't mean it tastes bad." you said, shoving m&m's into your mouth and taking off the roof that was already partially off. jisung sighed, tasting a part of the gingerbread. "its okay i guess."

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kyas note: sorry if the lengths are unfair i wanted to make them make sense🙏🏼🙏🏼 this is also for funsies like all of my writing but i do hope you have fun reading <3

[vldsideblog]

It’s a known fact that Keith Kogane doesn’t sleep well. Between the insomnia and night terrors, it’s a welcome relief if he sleeps through the night. However he tends to make up some of those missing hours during the day. This can lead to some interesting situations.

It had taken months for Keith to really trust Shiro and Adam, to see them as family. But when he did become truly comfortable around them they were surprised at his uncanny ability to fall asleep literally anywhere.

On the floor? Yup. At the kitchen table? Happens every week. On top of the washing machine while waiting for his clothes to dry? Absolutely. In the car? Yeah. Hanging upside down off the couch? All the fucking time. On the roof of their garrison issued house? Way too often.

One day Shiro came home from a grocery run while Adam was at a meeting on campus to find his little brother curled up in a kitchen cabinet. When asked about this Keith just said it sounded like a good idea at the time and went to his room to play Minecraft. Eventually this just became part of life. The sky was blue, velvet was a bad texture, and Keith tended to fall asleep in weird places.

When the Kerberos mission failed, (and was covered up) this didn’t change. The old shack didn’t have an actual bed so the teen took to sleeping on the musty couch. But there were days that he was to tired to drag himself to the cushions and blankets, so he often woke up to find himself in random places.

The empty bathtub was a common one, as was the kitchen counter. On the dusty rug, in the corner under the table, even standing up. But Keith never really realized that this was a strange habit and just went with it. Besides if the only living thing to see you was a dying cactus, did social rules really matter. Even if you didn’t follow them in the first place.

Being in a space war kinda made things a bit more difficult.

For one, The Castle Of Lions was huge. Rooms upon rooms of the ghosts of Altean past. Furniture, trinkets, technology, art, everything. This meant there were lots of places to hide, and for an introvert like the red paladin, these secret places became a safe haven of quiet and calmness.

Now Keith had been diagnosed as autistic while back at the garrison, after Shiro realized how similar his mannerisms were to those of the Holt’s and Adam. This explained a lot of things for the teenager, his angry outbursts, were meltdowns. His social awkwardness was a misunderstanding of social cues. Even his troubles with food were just sensory issues.

So this led to him needing a lot of alone time to decompress after any interaction with others, especially the very loud energetic paladins of Voltron. Basically he spent a lot of his free time when not training, to wander the empty hallways and rooms. And as his sleeping habits had only gotten worse while in space and away from any stable routine, he took naps all over the place.

At least once a week some member of the crew ran into Keith, passed out in some strange location. Hunk often stumbled upon him in the kitchen, sometimes on the counters, at the bar, or even in the large pantry while looking for a snack.

Pidge tended to spot him asleep in the hanger, curled up near Red after a bad nightmare. Not that they knew that. Sometimes he even climbed onto Red’s head just to nap.

Lance often found him fully clothed curled up in a bathtub in the common area bathroom, at least he looked comfortable.

Allura would often spot him asleep in some strange contorted position in his chair on the bridge.

Coran tended to get the shit scared out of him while working on the inner workings of the castle, when he would see the red paladin passed out in some random alcove.

Shiro often ran into his unconscious brother while he was taking his own late night walks around the castle. Keith wasn’t the only one with nightmares after all. Keith would be tucked into a corner in the hallway, or had shoved himself under a random table. Shiro would just chuckle to himself and carry the sleeping teen to his own bed.

Now while these sleeping habits weren’t exactly healthy, they never caused much of a problem. Until they did.

After a battle gone wrong Keith always found himself in the training room battling out his frustration on one of the bots. But he would be sluggish and overestimate his ability at the time. After getting beat up by the gladiator while sleep deprived too many times Shiro insisted that the automatic bots be shut off after combat. Keith would just have to settle for an old fashioned dummy.

His strange habits never really changed, the nightmares continued. But he eventually came to understand that he wasn’t alone, and found some better ways to get a bit more sleep.

Keith was just a weird ass sleeper and that fact became a part of the day to day routine.

This fic is also crossposted on ao3

[thegoldenreport]

DEAD MALL

You step into the expanse…bone dry and desolate. A quiet breeze rustles the hairs on your neck. Not much is here. Exactly how you remember it. Exactly what you were hoping to find. You peruse the husks, marveling at their barren insides. Oggling outside the store window.

One husk catches your eye. A clothing store by the name of Glam Fam, except it’s sign is missing about half the letters. You step inside, ignoring the pungent smell of dust and mildew. Light barely reaches the back. Scattered hangers on the floor amidst clusters of dead flies. Wrinkled skirts and ripped leather jackets. The most exquisite of mid 2000s fashion.

There’s a red fedora left on the top shelf by the register. Scarlet felt with a wine purple ribbon around the base. You dreamed of this hat. It’s the one your older sister always wore out with friends. Which somehow made it cooler. There’s no price tag. There’s no one to check you out at the register.

“On lunch. Be back soon!”

A note reads on the counter. Faded ink and coffee stains.

It’s too hot. You wonder when management will turn on the AC. It’s summer time after all. The heat creeps into everything. Only one store and you’re already tired. Where’s the food court? Maybe a bite to eat?

You pick a direction. Head across the expanse. It is wide and long. Everything is more or less the same for miles. Tech stations. Makeup shops. Smoothie stands. Hollowed out and washed in grey. 

“Attention all shoppers! We hope you’re enjoying this FUN Friday! Stop by Kiosk #121_[undetermined value] for a free gift!”

A voice barks over the intercom. Crackled and lifeless. 

You pass the place where kids can play. You played there once when you were really small. And you loved to climb on the life sized caterpillar statue. It’s big, friendly, yellow eyes are now white. The paint worn away by too many little hands. You wish you had the time today.

Your nose is hit with the overwhelming smell of baked pretzels and cheese sauce. A flickering store up by your left. There's a body. Dressed in stripes and a red apron. Slumped over the counter. 

His stiffened finger barely moves to punch in your order. The only part of him left alive. The register dings and an oiled stained paper bag appears on the counter. You reach in to take a bite. The pretzel burns the roof of your mouth. The pretzel is burned black.

You sit on the ground surrounded by endless, monochrome tile. Enjoying your pretzel. Your growling stomach fulfilled. Your taste-buds smothered in salt. It would be nice to have something to wash it down.

It would be nice.

Can you hit one more store on the way out? Can you walk one more mile? Where’s the map they kept telling you about? Or maybe it would be best to just go straight home, lay in your bed and rest. It’s been a long day, hasn’t it? 

Do you remember how you got here?

Do you remember where you came from?

Do you remember what exit you should take?

It’s so unbearably hot…

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[julies-butterflies]

Kiss prompt 25 with boggie (and maybe hinting toward Sickfic cause you know I love when these boys suffer 👀👀)?

50 types of kiss prompts  //   accepting!!  ( for jukebox, willex, reggielukejulie, boggie )

25.   Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

                         ( read on ao3 here! )

It says a lot about the current state of his life (and friend group) that when Bobby wakes in the dark to the soft echo of someone rummaging around in the loft, his first thought is not “someone broke in”, but “which one is it?”

Slowly, he pushes himself upright. While he doesn’t remember dozing off in the garage, the evidence is all around him. His back is stiff from dozing on the couch in an awkward position; his calculus textbook is still wide open on the table, the equations he only half-finished sitting next to it. Here’s Bobby’s first clue  ---  someone picked up his pencil, and made a few hasty, scribbled corrections in the margins, solving one of the problems he wasn’t able to get.

He’s also sure the blanket covering him now was folded on the other end of the couch before he passed out... and, leading from the doorway, a glistening trail of footsteps have tracked their way across the garage floor, leaving puddles along the way.

He sighs between his teeth, forcing himself to his feet. The trail leads across the floor, straight to the loft ladder. From the still-audible sounds coming from above  ---  not drowned out by the rain outside, which batters the windows and drums on the roof like the roar of a mosh pit  ---  the intruder hasn’t noticed he’s been noticed. Bobby takes care to keep quiet, ascending the ladder slowly. When he pokes his head through the floor, he has to squint to discern shadows through the dim light.

Sure enough --- there’s a dark figure burrowing around amid piles of junk. He’s wrestling with an old quilt buried at the bottom of one of the trunks, and losing. Even from a distance, Bobby can see the dark hair slicked against his temples, the water streaming from his sodden flannel to drench the wooden boards beneath him. He trembles in his damp clothes, shaky movements fueled by restless energy. No doubt, he didn’t realize how much noise he was making.

Bobby leans forward on his elbows, and rests his face against one palm. “For a second, I thought we had racoons. But racoons don’t usually stop to help with homework.”

The rustling stops cold. It’s a minute before Reggie turns; when he meets Bobby’s gaze, he looks like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

“I, uhh ---” He huffs, then shrugs, sending off a hail of raindrops. “Figured since I was already breaking and entering, may as well pay you back somehow.”

“You know you don’t have to, Reggie.” Bobby folds his arms, balancing his chin on top of them both; his foot scuffs idly at the nearest ladder rung. This is far from the first time one of the guys has shown up at Bobby’s garage unannounced; since he never leaves the door locked anymore, it can hardly be called breaking and entering. There’s a makeshift bed up in the loft, and spare clothes in a duffel bag downstairs. They’re always welcome when they need it.

“Yeah...” The word comes out hoarse; Reggie has to clear his throat, ducking his face back into the shadows. “I know.”

A part of Bobby wants to ask  ---  but there’s no point, when he already knows the answer. When it’s Luke, it’s his mother; when it’s Alex, it’s his atmosphere; when it’s Reggie, the world is just too loud. I like how quiet it is here, he admitted once. It feels like a home. (A home, not his home  — there’s a big difference.)

So, instead of asking, he just shakes his head. “You could’ve called me. Or Alex. We’d have come to pick you up, instead of —”

“Alex hates driving on a good day. You want him to go out at night? In the middle of a rainstorm? All the way down to the beach, just to pick me up?”

There’s an edge of real frustration in his voice; and it’s Reggie, so that’s worrying, but Bobby’s own temper can’t help responding in kind. “Well, it’s better than you on your bike, freezing to death! Reg, you’re almost blue.”

For some reason, Reggie chuckles at that, ducking his head again. His sense of humor is as crooked as a wire hanger. Bobby’s learned not to question it, or try to follow the strange routes his mind goes down. With Reggie, it’s enough to just be along for the ride.

No matter how he got here, Bobby reminds himself, the important thing is, Reggie's here. He made it here, where he knows he’s always welcome… and there’ll be time to tear into him for his dumbass choices another day. Tonight, only three things are important: Reggie’s here, Reggie’s safe, and Reggie needs to get dry.

“You’re not sleeping in the loft,” Bobby declares, glancing around the dimly lit ceiling room. Aside from the cobwebs, it’s drafty and leaky up here; Reggie will catch a chill in a second, if he somehow hasn’t already. When Reggie opens his mouth to protest, Bobby just shakes his head, nodding downstairs. “The couch is more comfortable. Grab a blanket, okay? And go through what we’ve got — you gotta change out of those wet clothes.”

For just a second, a smile flickers over Reggie’s face — there one minute, gone the next. He doesn’t say anything, only nods… but Bobby reads his relief clear as day, and his gratitude.

It’s enough.

(No, it’s not — but he can’t change his friends’ shitty lives, he can’t protect them from the world, so it has to be enough.)

Bobby slips back downstairs, and busies himself making the couch comfortable. It pulls out easily into a bed; there are pillows tucked behind it for rainy days just like this one. He folds the blanket that had been tossed over him, and clears some of his papers off the table, just to chase away the clutter. By the time the loft ladder creaks, a few minutes later, the couch is as cozy as it will ever get.

Bobby turns, and almost sighs in relief at the sight of Reggie — in dry clothes, a grey t-shirt and dark sweatpants that hug his bony hips. Bobby never likes to think about how thin Reggie is… but when it’s presented to him like this, so intimately, there’s no way to ignore it. (Home cooked meals, he suspects, are as rare in the Peters household as a trip to Disneyworld; no wonder Reggie inhales any food they put in front of him.) He still looks pale, skin paper white and washed out in the gloom. Though he’s run fingers through his hair, it’s still wild, flyaway hairs clinging to his brow. He hasn’t completely stopped shivering, either, but at least he’s settled down. 

“Here,” Bobby says, nodding to the couch. He can’t help cursing himself; clearly, his bedside manner deserves awards.

Reggie isn’t bothered. He just steps forward, that ghost of a smile back on his lips. “Thanks,” he murmurs, and says nothing more. When Bobby steps aside for him, he settles on the couch, tucking the blanket  around him. Immediately, like a leaf tossed into a windstorm, he starts shivering again. Bobby grimaces.

“So, when you catch pneumonia, is the plan to just ride it out, or…?”

Reggie glances up at him. His expression steals the words from Bobby’s mouth. There are dark circles under his eyes, standing out all the more in his pale face; his lower lip is bitten raw, flushed and sore, and hands fiddle restlessly in his lap.

“Bobby,” he mutters, and something in his voice is… desolate. So absolutely freaking tired... drained and defeated... so wrong for a person like Reggie, who is made of enthusiasm. He’s the bubble of soda in a glass, the dancing blaze of a sparkler, the crackle of a firework, the lilt of a bass line. Reggie is alive in living color… and tonight, the rain has washed it all away.

Something in Bobby’s stomach twists. His heart rattles against the cage of his ribs. Impulse spikes within him, and he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he has already settled onto the couch at Reggie’s side, and opened his arms wide.

“Okay. Bring it in.”

Reggie’s eyes widen. Touching isn’t Bobby’s thing. It’s Luke’s, sure, and even Alex’s. They’re both all about that casual affection, with too much love to be contained. Bobby shows his affection in quieter ways — a steadying hand, a late night drive, paying for take-out when he knows his friends’ pockets are light. He’s never been sure how to handle all the touching which comes with the package, with the Sunset Curve boys; he’s never known how to start.

Tonight, though, Reggie’s here, and he needs it. So, just for tonight, Bobby is officially a hugger.

“Come on,” Bobby encourages; and that’s all the prodding Reggie needs to gently tuck himself against his friend’s chest.

He doesn’t expect how well Reggie fits there, like a puzzle piece naturally slotting into place. He knocks the breath from his lungs without trying; even as long arms come to wrap around his chest, and a damp head ticks against his collarbone, it takes Bobby a minute to adjust. Yes, he asked for this — he reminds himself of that, as his own arms come up to wrap Reggie in an embrace — but Reggie’s so much better at it, and he’s not sure where to go from here.

“Bobby,” Reggie mutters into his chest. “You have to relax a little, otherwise how’m I supposed to?” He tilts his head up. “I’m the half-frozen one here, but you’re like hugging a scarecrow.”

Bobby snorts. Reggie looks up a little more. His eyes shine dark in the dim studio light as his brows furrow. “Do you not want me to —“

Bobby hushes him with a shake of his head, and pulls Reggie closer, tucking the blanket around them both. Slowly, he leans back against the couch. It seems like the thing to do to relax — and Reggie agrees, if the soft noise of contentment he makes is any clue. He’s still shivering a bit against Bobby’s chest; his voice carries an ominous rasp, and whenever he breathes out, it sounds unsteady. Bobby brushes against his bare arm, and is immediately struck by how cold Reggie still is; even holding him like this, the chill begins to seep into his own skin.

Bobby will soak up every ounce of it, if it means Reggie can be comfortable again.

So, he pulls Reggie close, rubbing a hand up and down his back in broad, earnest circles. He breathes out against the crown of Reggie’s head, hot and repetitive; a few times, he even rocks him, just to get the blood flowing back through his limbs. Reggie doesn’t protest. He barely even moves. It takes a while for their legs to tangle together under the blankets. His arms tuck under Bobby’s; his ear comes to rest over his heart. Slowly, his entire body curves into Bobby’s own, ravenous for any ounce of heat a warmer form can provide.

Even as he does this, he seems to melt, and Bobby knows — just knows — this is the first chance he’s had to really relax in days.

“Exhale, Reg,” he murmurs without meaning to. When Reggie stirs against him, meeting his gaze with furrowed brows, Bobby is suddenly relieved he’s never been able to blush. (Compared to Reggie, who could gauge the weather by the color in his cheeks.)

Still locked into his gaze, Reggie breathes out, in one long gust. It chills Bobby’s jaw.

“You’re so cold,” he mutters.

“Not anymore,” answers Reggie. “Not with you.”

He’s left a damp patch against the front of Bobby’s shirt, and his hair’s still wet. As Bobby watches, a droplet trails its way down his temple, stopping just as it reaches his ear. Before Bobby can think twice, he brushes it away with one gentle hand… and allows his fingers to linger over Reggie’s jaw a second too long before pulling away.

Reggie isn’t staring into Bobby’s eyes anymore. He’s hypnotized by his lips.

And well, Bobby reasons, there’s no better way to warm him up.

That's his justification for not feeling like a horrible person, when he leans in and captures Reggie’s lips with his own.

There’s nothing forceful about it, nothing demanding; the last thing Bobby wants is to take, only to give what little warmth he can. Yet as Reggie stays frozen against him for a moment too long, an icicle of dread pierces Bobby’s chest. He’s just begun to pull away, an apology already on the tip of his tongue, when Reggie suddenly catches him by the back of the neck with one icy hand, pulling him back down.

Bobby’s breath catches; Reggie catches him. For a minute, it’s all either of them can do to be near each other, moving with and against each others’ mouths in slow, earnest rhythm.

Heat? Oh, no — heat isn’t a problem anymore.

When they finally pull back, Reggie’s lips are flushed, his cheeks bright red — there it is, Bobby thinks, with a flash of victory. His breath is heavy against Bobby’s chest, but there’s a smile on his lips all the same.

“I mean,” he says, and pauses for a breathless chuckle, “yeah, sure, that works too.”

Just as Bobby begins to smile, Reggie suddenly jerks forward. His laugh turns into a gasp — and then he’s coughing hard against Bobby’s collar, entire body heaving with it. It’s all Bobby can do to steady him, keeping one hand on his shoulders as he struggles to catch his breath, until the worst of it has passed.

“Damn it,” he mutters, once Reggie has gone limp again. “You’re totally gonna get me sick.”

“I’ll try not to,” Reggie offers generously against his collarbone.

“No, you won’t,” Bobby replies, knowing it’s probably too late already — and also, that he doesn’t really care, so long as he can keep Reggie warm and dry through the night.

When Reggie lifts his head to smile at him, Bobby brushes the rain out of his hair, and grins right back.

[highsviolets]

It’s one of those rare weekend afternoons in which your schedules align and you are savoring every minute; taking in the view from your spot on Javier’s couch.

Draped along the leather, you rest your chin on your hands and watch the scene in front of you: the hot hiss of the iron, the soothing, low stroke of it against the cotton of Javi’s dress shirts; the man himself, standing shirtless, wearing only jeans; a cigarette dangling from his lips as his face is a frown of concentration. Your gaze lingering on the tight bunch of his broad shoulders as it moves the iron back and forth, his long, lean arms as he stretches across the board, the cinch of his belly as he twists with the movement.

“See anything you like?”, he teases, bringing you out of your dazed stare.

“Always”, you reply with a smile and he winks at you, leaning to blow one last puff of smoke up at the ceiling while stamping out his cigarette.

You watch him for a while longer and when he finishes the shirt he is working on, he holds it up to inspect his handiwork, sharply snapping it in the air before reaching for a hanger.

The snapping though. Why is that so arousing? Was it the sharp sound? The frown on his face as he did it? His broad shoulders flexing with the effort of it? The way his body moved with the whole motion of it?

Your eyes still on his body, you focus now on the waist band of his jeans; the soft trail of hair that leads into them, the dip just to the side of his hipbone, the way the top button is undone.

Getting off the couch, you walk over to his neatly hung rack of shirts and making sure you are facing him, you peel off your tank top and toss it onto the floor, along with your bra. He stops ironing; watching.

You smirk, fingering through the fabrics until you find his favorite shirt; a soft teal one and you pull it off the hanger, shrugging it on. Your frame engulfed in it, he only has eyes for the strip of skin that shows straight down the middle; your throat, your chest, your belly. Watching you slowly button it, he finally speaks.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “I just wanted to check out the fit. You know, as someone who deals with clothing all day.”

He hums in response, setting the iron down and turning it off. Walking towards you, he stops your hands with his; much larger against your own and you look at him, waiting.

“I think”, he murmurs, his voice going straight to your core, “as someone in the costume business, you might actually want to check out the construction of the seams.”

“Is that so”, you reply, your mouth gone slightly dry with how close he is standing next to you; the warm heat of his body so close.

“To do that, I think it would be better if we took this off.” His eyes on yours, you feel his knuckles brush against your sternum as he starts undoing the buttons. He undoes one, then another, then stops and you aren’t sure what is going on when he brings your hands up and presses them over the next button.

“I’ll tell you what”, he says, walking back over to the couch and sitting down, his hips shifting forward so he can recline. “Why don’t you continue and I’ll watch.”

The picture of ease in front of you, you wouldn’t even tell he was aroused save for the bulge in his tight pants, the length of it pressed against his thigh and you want the upper hand back, so you follow him to the couch and climb onto his lap; the shirt gaping away from your chest as you settle into your straddle across his thighs.

Only two buttons holding the fabric together, you follow his gaze and look down at your body, your whole chest on display and you smile, looking back up at him.

“Look, Javi”, you tease. “I’m you.”

“Is that so, sweetheart?” he murmurs, lips barely moving. His dark eyes are still trained on your bare skin, eagerly devouring the sight.

“Mmmhmm.” Your hand trails up his chest, splaying across his collarbone. Raising your hand to your mouth in a fist, you mimic clearing your throat, speaking in a deep voice. “Agent Javier Peña, DEA,” you say, tongue fumbling slightly as your lips curl in a smile around the unfamiliar words. “See?” You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear with your spare hand. “Just like you.”

Javi’s expression matches your own, adding in a slight eyebrow raise that heightens the pit of desire settling in your core. “Almost perfect,” he compliments.

“Almost?” you pout. Looking down at him, hitching your breath as he skims up the sides of your torso with his broad hands under the teal fabric, you think you catch a glimpse of devilry cross his face.

“Almost,” he confirms, sliding one hand over to cup your breast. “You see, baby,” Javi continues to explain, watching your features furrow in an effort to remain focused, “if you were me, you wouldn’t be wearing a shirt at all.” Sure he’s entrapped you in your own logic, he smirks as he squeezes your breast.

Taking a deep breath, you glide your hands down his arms, pushing on his muscled forearms to force his hands off of your body. It’s a sure thing, your hands steady despite the mounting chaos in your brain, the fuzziness that always threatens to overtake you when you’re with him — be it his eyes, or his hands, or the patch of skin on chest that’s always visible when he takes off his tie, tossing it on the table as soon as he walks in. (To be fair, you’ve only seen him do it once. But it was such quick thing that instinct told you it was a habitual act, like the way he irons his shirts in smooth, undisturbed strokes).

“Javi,” you reply stiffly, precisely, arching an eyebrow, “is that any way to speak to a government official?” Your tongue hits the roof of your mouth as you tsk, tearing your gaze away from his parted mouth.

It’s raining again, warm pellets of the stuff dappling against the window in muted thunks. A few drops dribble down the glass in perplexing hindrances, crossing over and around each other. Something about the pattern makes you ache, sparking a deep need for you to let this man know how safe you feel with him in his apartment on a Sunday afternoon, half naked on his couch, watching him iron as rain slants across the city.

“What is it, querida?” Javi sits up slightly, and you shift on lap as his long fingers trail down your arm in an attempt to soothe you. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Urgency laces his voice like poison does a drink, delicately slipping from one word into the next in mounting need. The shadow of his jawline catches your eye as he follows your gaze out the window. “Is there…” he squints. “Is there something out there?”

Higher up now that he’s moved, you card your fingers through the rest of his hair now, admiring its silken texture. It reminds you of some of the fabric in which you dress clients, the kind used by the highest fashion houses to create pieces of wearable art. Perhaps he is your own art, something you both view and create, adding dashes of interpretation to his twisting complexities. He is a technē and a fine art, both a craft and something higher all at once. Aristotle was right about mimesis: the artist in you mingles among the logician in him.

You’re on the cusp of saying so when your eyes gravitate to his chocolate pools, concern etched into every feature. “No, baby,” you whisper instead with a smile, eyes never leaving his, cradling his head in your hands. “Just very happy here with you, is all.”

Blessed deliverance washes across his features, the gesture matching that of rain just beyond the wall. In its place he inserts a wicked grin, one that makes his eyes crinkle and your toes curl. “Could you be better?”

Nimble fingers fly to the remaining buttons on his teal shirt. “Hm, I don’t know,” you muse as the shirt falls open, exposing the rest of your skin at last. “Show me what you’ve got, Javier Peña. How happy can you make me?”

Javi tags: @frannyzooey @catsnkooks @littlevodika @justrunamok @anakin-danvers @goldafterglow @goldenkenobi @teaofpeach @cri-me-a-river  @yespolkadotkitty @rentskenobi @a-seeker-of-imagination @leias-left-hair-bun @nelba // taglist // what i listened to  // facetime javi series masterlist

[timelordthirteen]

Desperate Souls 1/?

Mr. Gold/BelleFrench, Explicit

Summary: A broke and heartbroken Belle French comes to an agreement with Mr. Gold to do a little modeling, just for him, in exchange for the money she desperately needs, but it isn't long before they both realize they've made a deal they didn't understand. Based on this prompt.

Chapter Summary: Belle makes a depressing discovery and considers her options.

Notes: OKAY. Here we go. Chapter 2 is almost done, but everything was getting stupid long and in spite of my plan I had to break it up. The entire story is all fully outlined now, but I make zero promises about my ability to keep it updated because I'm the worst. In total it will be anywhere from 10 to 15 chapters.

[AO3]

Belle stared at the paper in her hands.

$37.23

That was all that was left in the account. She staggered and then dropped down onto the old sofa. Her heart was thumping in her chest, her face felt hot, and her vision blurred. The page fluttered away, sliding over the coffee table to fall off the edge and onto the floor on the other side. The corner of the paper fluttered in the air from a heating vent in the floor, and she watched it for a long moment before her head dropped to her hands, palms pressed to her face as tears stung her eyes.

Her heart, her hopes, her money; Garrett Gaston had taken everything.

Well, almost everything. Apparently, she still had thirty-seven fucking dollars and change left. She shook her head and laid back against the cushions, breathing slowly. Calming down was step one, step two was figuring out a logical plan to fix things. Most of the regular monthly bills: car payment, cell phone, and utilities, had already been deducted before Garrett had a chance to clean out their shared account. That left whatever was on the credit card and the rent to pay. She let out a short, humorless laugh, and sat up. There wasn’t much on her Visa, some books she ordered from Amazon last month and her Netflix subscription. Even if there was more she could get away with making minimum payments if she had to and eat the interest until she got back on her feet. The rent was a whole other story.

Mr. Gold didn’t do minimum payments, but he did do late fees and interest.

There was also her promise to her father. Moe French was always just barely making ends meet, and she had agreed to loan him some money to buy extra stock for the flower shop ahead of Valentine’s Day, something she had done last year as well. That holiday always put the shop in the black for a while, and she hadn’t been concerned that she wouldn’t get her money back. Now she was wondering if she would also need a loan of some kind just to keep a roof over her head.

Maybe she’d even have to move back in with her father.

Belle blinked, letting the tears roll down her cheeks, leaving trails through her makeup. Living with Moe was not an option, not if she wanted to maintain any semblance of a relationship with him, which left her with few choices. She pushed to her feet, wiping at her face with her hand as she crossed the small living room to pick up the bank statement. Her eyes immediately went to the top of the page.

Beginning balance…$4,737.23

The statement crumpled in her hand, her fingers squeezing it into a tight ball, digging the sharp edges of the folded paper into her palm before she spun on her heel and threw it across the space. It smacked against the door to the bathroom. She followed it up by yanking the ring off her left hand and flinging it in the same direction. It made a satisfying ping as it careened off the doorknob and rattled to the floor.

Rage fueled her as she stomped through the apartment, snatching up the handful of things her now very ex-fiance had left behind before he fucked off to Mexico with a woman who wasn’t her, taking all of her money with him. She felt like an idiot for agreeing to sign Garrett onto her account before they were married, but in the moment it had made sense to pool their funds. They were starting their new life together, supposedly, and he made a point of saying he wanted to help pay for the wedding.

Belle and her father didn’t have much, and from the outside it seemed like Garrett was far better off financially. He had a decent job selling insurance, a nice car, nice clothes, and his parents were very well off real estate agents in Boston. Or at least that was what he had told her. She had never met them, and that, combined with the fact that he had yet to make any deposits into their now shared account, told her all she needed to know. Garrett Gaston was a lying asshole, and for all she knew his parents could be dead or have disowned him. It was clear he had used her, though she wasn’t sure the year long charade was worth the four thousand-seven hundred dollars he’d stolen from her.

She let out a ragged breath and ran her hands through her hair. A hooded sweatshirt with a rip in the front pocket, a paint splattered t-shirt, a pair of work boots that had seen better days, a phone charger, and a mismatched pair of socks lay in a pile on the sofa. Everything else he’d taken with him, including half the hangers in the closet. He must have crammed it all into the same large suitcase and duffle bag he’d used to move in just three months ago. She wondered if he’d had it all planned before then, or if it was a spur of the moment decision. When had he met this other woman? Had he cared about her at all, ever?

Belle sniffed loudly and rubbed her nose. She refused to shed any more tears over Garrett, and looked around the room for anything she might have missed. A thought hit her then, and she hurried into the kitchen, took one of the chairs from the small table by the window, and used it to reach up on top of the fridge. Her heart sank when she felt nothing but dust. He’d even taken her emergency fund, mostly made up of spare change and small bills shoved into an old jar. She wasn’t sure how much was in it, but it had to be a couple hundred dollars. That brought the total to almost five thousand.

Deflated and exhausted, she climbed down off the chair, and placed it back at the table. Then she walked back into the living room and briefly contemplated setting Garrett’s things on fire. There was a burn barrel in her father’s backyard that he used for yard waste. Maybe she could invite Ruby and Ashely over for a bonfire, and roast marshmallows that they imagined were ex-boyfriends.

That thought made her smile, but a few seconds later, she sighed and reluctantly went to pick up the bank statement and engagement ring. Being angry might make her feel better temporarily, but it wouldn’t solve any of her current problems. Unfortunately, neither would anything Garrett left behind, which were clearly items he no longer cared about and which had no value. At least she’d been wearing the ring when he packed up and left, or he likely would have taken that as well.

She went into the bedroom and sank down on the end of the bed. The mattress dipped and the frame creaked, yet another reminder of her less than stellar financial state. A couple of weeks ago, they’d talked about getting new furniture after they were married, in particular, a bed, and Belle rolled her eyes at the memory. She put the engagement ring back in its box on her dresser, and decided to take a shower. As the hot water ran down over her neck and shoulders, she made a mental list of what she needed to do, and felt calmer after she was done.

After drying off and changing into some comfortable clothes, she shoved Garrett’s belongings into a trash bag and set it by the door to take down to the dumpster in the morning. Then she sat down with the little notebook she kept in her purse and a pen, and started writing out her expenses for the next month. By the time she was done, and after considering the amount of her usual paycheck, the total she would at the end of next month was...fifty four dollars.

She fell back against the sofa and blew out a breath. There was no way to make the math come out any better. Rent included the usual utilities, but there was food, her cellphone, car insurance, and those incidental costs of existing like laundry detergent and toilet paper and probably a hundred things she’d end up running out of next week. It felt like life was out to spite her. The cushion she had worked so hard to build up was gone, as was the paycheck that had just deposited. Garrett probably waited until Thursday just for that reason, to squeeze just a little bit more out of her and make her ruin complete.

She got up and went back into the bedroom. The ring box seemed to be mocking her as she reached for it, and she flipped it open and scowled down at the princess cut diamond. It was about one carat in size, flanked by two smaller diamonds, which gave the ring a total weight of about one and half carats. It was huge as far as engagement rings went, and she supposed that was more of Garrett showing off money he didn’t actually have. The truth was she didn’t care for it at all, the squared off princess cut being her least favorite, and the set of three gems gave it a bulk and gaudiness that wasn’t her style. But it was what he had picked out and proposed with, and because of that she made herself like it. The band was rose gold, her favorite, which was at least one thing he managed to remember about her.

Belle snapped the box shut and shook her head. The ring had to be worth something, and though there was only one place in town she could take it she was confident that Mr. Gold would give her a fair price. He had always been fair, even if he often came off as cold and eccentric. She’d never had a problem with Gold, though she didn’t really know him that well either. A few times she had gone out of her way to try to be nice and talk to him, but he seemed annoyed and eventually she gave up. She was friendly and polite when she saw him, not just because he was her landlord, or because we wielded some strange power over most of the citizens of Storybrooke, but because she sensed he was someone who didn’t have a lot of kindness in his life.

She set the ring down and yanked open the bottom dresser drawer. Inside was a small collection of what could only be described as ugly Christmas sweaters, leftover from the annual holiday parties that Granny would throw at the diner. Those were taken out and set aside. Beneath them was something that made Belle frown all over again, a pile of silk and lace, with a few price tags caught up on each other. It was the pile of lingerie that she’d been reserving for her wedding and honeymoon.

The sting of tears made her blink and she felt her earlier anger bubbling up again. She knelt down in front of the drawer and pulled all of it out, throwing it behind her on the bed. Then she set about separating it, untangling tags and eye hooks, and pairing up the things that went together. She hadn’t worn any of it yet, but the items with tags had been purchased too long ago to return, never mind that she had probably thrown out the receipts weeks ago. It wasn’t designer stuff or anything, but it had to be worth something, so she folded it all into a neat stack and placed it on top of the dresser. Then she set the ring box on top and resolved to take all of it to Gold’s shop tomorrow.

None of it would be missed.

[hailhydra920]

That’s Not A House; That’s an Abandoned Shed Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter 1: Oh, I Wanna Kill Barnes

Summary:  You and Bucky get sent on a mission together. You HATE Bucky and he hates you.

Warnings: None

You shoved clothes inside of your bag with anger. You were going on a mission with Bucky. That's right, Bucky! Of all the insufferable, it had to be him! Why couldn't you go with Steve?! Steve was so much nicer! You ripped a few shirts off some hangers and threw them in your bag.

"Barnes might be dead by the end of this." You growled.

Bucky wasn't happy about this mission either. He didn't want to go on a mission with you! Heck, he hated even being in the same room as you! Bucky grabbed some jeans from his drawer before tossing them in his bag. He grabbed a few knives (more like 10) and slipped a few on various places of his person, then put the rest in his bag. He looked for his knife sharpeners in his top drawer, only to find them not there. He frowned.

"I could've sworn I put them in here." He muttered. "Nat might've borrowed them. I'll ask her."

You grabbed some of your knives and did the same as Bucky. No doubt Bucky was bringing a whole suitcase of weapons. You held up his knife sharpeners and smiled.

"He'll be looking for these." You laughed before slipping them in your pocket. "Now where is my pepper gun?"

Okay, so Nat didn't have them. That only meant you did. Bucky saw that coming. Good thing he thought ahead and stole your pepper gun. Although, he was a bit wary of touching it because of what happened last time.

~Flashback~

"What's this?" Bucky asked holding up the tiny gun.

"Put it down, Barnes." You growled.

"I just wanna know how it works." He spat.

He started moving it in his hands, before accidentally shooting himself in the eyes. The pepper spray that emitted from the gun burned like the flames of heck. Bucky cursed before stumbling backward, dropping the gun, and yelled in pain.

"I told you to put it down." You said before walking toward him. "Let me see."

Bucky hissed. "Get away!"

"Fine. It's your own fault." You said grabbing you gun from the floor before walking away.

~End Flashback~

Bucky shivered at the memory. Bucky would never admit it, but it was entirely his fault. You both met at the Quinjet, glares and insults being shot at each other. Steve had unfortunately been caught in the crossfire.

"Can you guys just be civil for once?" Steve said before shaking his head.

~~~~~~~

"That's not a house; that's an abandoned shed." You said looking at the worn down "house" with disgust. "I have no doubt that a serial killer is in that house sleeping with 5 dead bodies."

Bucky scoffed. "Scared are you? What happened to the all tough Y/n?"

You glared at him. "I just don't want to die, okay? That place is practically falling apart!"

As if on cue, half the roof caved in. Huge clouds of dust and dirt rose into the air.

"Alright guys, be back in two weeks!" Steve called before flying off in a hurry.

"You get that half of the house." You said as Bucky grunted.

You and Bucky entered the house, quickly surveying the area. What you saw next made your heart stop.

"Bucky!" You squeaked. "There's a serial killer in the living room!"

Bucky hurried over to where you were, only to frown. There was a man, a long yellow beard attached to his ugly face, and surrounding him were cereal boxes. Each one had multiple stabs in them with cereal pooling out. Butter knives scattered on the floor.

"See! Serial killer!"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "That's a cereal killer."

"That's what I said. Serial killer!" You refuted.

Bucky rubbed his hand over his face in frustration. "Let's just get him out of here."

Bucky nudged the man with his boot, and the man stirred. He opened his eyes and gasped when he saw Bucky.

"Cereal Lord? Is that you? Have I finally killed enough cereal to please you?" The man asked wiping his face with his beard briefly. "Have I truly become a Cereal killer?"

"Can I kill him?" Bucky asked turning toward you. "He's obviously not okay."

"Look, dude, get out or we're gonna kill you." You said pulling out your pistol.

The man quickly got up, collecting his butter knives, before scurrying out the door.

"My hunch was right, there was a killer in here." You said as Bucky grunted.

You stared at Bucky unamused. "Is that your favorite thing to do now, grunt?"

Bucky growled this time as he pushed past you. "I gonna take a shower."

"Aren't you going to help me fix the other half of the house?" You asked.

"No." He said before closing the bathroom door.

You huffed. "Fine then. It's not like I need your help."

~~~~~~~

You wiped the sweat from your brow and dusted your pants off. You beamed at your work. The half you fixed looked better than the other half and thanks to your talent of nature, you were able to fix the house in a decent amount of time. You heard the bathroom door open and turned toward it with a glare.

Bucky walked out of the bathroom, no shirt on, sweat pants hanging on his legs. He was drying his hair while looking down with a white towel, ruffling it against his long wet locks, and you had to admit he looked pretty hot. No, you couldn't fall for him.

"How's it going?" Bucky asked, not looking up, as he was still drying his hair.

"Buck, wow, I didn't think you were still here, because, you know, you took THREE AND A HALF HOURS in the shower!" You said glaring daggers. "You sure you got everything clean?"

Bucky tossed his towel on the couch and smiled.

"Sorry, mom, I didn't think taking a long shower was a crime."

You scoffed. He was smirking and you knew he was not sorry.

"Whatever, Barnes. I fixed and cleaned the house while you were at your day spa, so I hope you're grateful."

"Wow, day spa was the best thing you could come up with? I thought you were better than, doll." He said emphasizing the doll.

"Look, can you just start dinner while I take a shower? I'm exhausted from the day." You said grabbing you clothes. "And for Pete's sake, get on a shirt!"

~~~~~~~

You walked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and ready to eat.

"Wow, thirty minute shower. Nice." Bucky said as you grabbed a plate. "Well, thirty minutes and 47 seconds, but who's counting anyway?"

"You can keep time? Who knew?" You said putting an enchilada on your plate. "Thanks for dinner."

Bucky stumbled back dramatically and placed a hand on his chest. "Did you just thank me? Oh my gosh, I wish I would have gotten that on recording."

You rolled your eyes and took a seat at the table, Bucky not far behind you. You guys ate quietly, well, for the first 7 seconds.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look stunning under a dusty light bulb hanging from a rotting roof?" Bucky said before scooping a forkful on enchilada in his mouth.

"Can't say I have, Barnes."

"Well, you do. The dust particles floating around complement you quite nicely."

"Thanks." You said sarcastically. "And that musky smell that is so thick in the air must be radiating off you. As much as I do love disgusting smells, I really must say you need another shower. I guess you didn't wash everything."

Bucky chuckled. "You are a wonder, you know that, doll?"

"Yup." You said popping the "p" with a smile.

This was gonna be a long two weeks.

[colbybrocksmolder]

Never Have I Ever Had A Threesome - Colby Brock x Reader x Nate (smut) [PART 3/3]

“Hey, Sam!” Colby called out into Sam’s apartment.

“Up here!” Sam answered from the loft. “Can you grab my drink off of the counter before you come up?”

“I got you, brother.” Colby grabbed the drink, grabbed a can of soda for himself, and climbed the stairs. “Ooo, did we pick dates yet?” Colby asked, seeing Sam on the AirBnB website.

They were planning their annual Kansas boys vacation to Hawaii and a lot had changed in the last year. Alex had gotten quite serious with his girlfriend. Sam was thinking about asking Kat to move in with him when the boys got a new house. Colby and you had been officially dating for almost 6 months. Even Nate had been “with” a girl for almost the last year.

“That’s the thing” Sam said. “There are loads of open dates for the trip, but they’re all sooner than we thought they’d be. The best deals and weather all seem to be in just a few months.”

“So? That’s fine, dude.” Colby shrugged it off.

“I’ll text Alex and Nate.” Sam said, grabbing his phone.

“Wait.” Colby stopped him, putting his hand over Sam’s iphone that was sitting on his desk. “I have a question. It’s totally okay to say no, but I wanted to get your thoughts.”

“Okaaaayyyyy.” Sam drawled out, wondering what Colby was all jittery about.

“Hear me out. Kat has never gone on a vacation with you unless you count being dragged to wedding events and no one counts that…This is the first year we’re all with someone.” Colby explained. “Am I breaking the rules by asking if we want to bring the girls?”

Sam looked like he was considering it. “I mean, as long as we still spend part of it hanging out with just the guys, I think it would be great.”

“Of course, of course. Y/n and Kat are practically joined at the hip now-a-days. Alex’s girl is super chill and I’m sure Nate wouldn’t date someone crazy. The girls can spend a few days together while we go do dumb Kansas boys shit on our own.” Colby said, relieved Sam didn’t shut his idea down straight away.

“Why don’t we bring it up to the guys and see what they say?” Sam looked up at Colby and shrugged.

Nate and Alex seemed happy with the idea. A date was picked. The tickets were booked. A huge AirBnB was rented. Sam kept talking about how this trip felt more ‘grown up’. Like a family vacation.

“Wake up, baby” you gently shook Colby. You knew this was going to be a long day because the two of you had gone to bed exactly….2 hours ago. “Colby” you laughed, climbing on top of him and pressing kiss after kiss to his face. Even though his body stayed unmoving, you could see him trying to hide a smile. “I know you’re awake, you brat.” You went to climb off of him.

His strong arms pinned you against his body as he opened one eye to stare up at you. “I think I might need a little more waking up.”

“You’re such a dork” you laughed, connecting your lips in a more passionate kiss. “Come on. We need to get our shit to Sam’s so we can order an Uber.”

“I’m so stoked to see Nate” Colby said from the closet. “We haven’t seen him since you moved out here.” He was looking for something that would be comfortable to travel in, but you had already stolen his favorite hoodie.

“So am I!” you agreed, moving to pick something else for Colby to wear. “I haven’t seen him in well over a year, actually. Wear this one.” You said, throwing him a hoodie you thought he looked hotter than usual in.

“You really like this one, don’t you?” He teased, pulling on a cut-up tank top and then the hoodie.

“I mean, I’d prefer you to just walk around naked all the time” you smirked, slipping your fingers under the hem of his tank top. “But this is a close second place.”

“And I thought I was going to be the one that made us late.” He leaned down to kiss you.

Before your lips connected, Sam barged into the apartment. “If you guys aren’t out here in 5 minutes, we’re coming in with the squirt guns” he said before slamming the door.

You both laughed, double checking that your carryon bags had chargers, headphones, a book, etc. The usual ‘I don’t want to die of boredom on this long ass flight’ stuff. When you landed in Hawaii, the four of you took a cab to the AirBnB and started claiming rooms.

“When do Nate and Alex get here?” you yelled down the stairs having claimed the room furthest away from the other bedrooms. It wasn’t the biggest, but this meant you didn’t have to worry about being too loud. Sam and Kat constantly teased you about keeping them awake even though you knew they couldn’t hear you through the apartment walls.

“I don’t know where Alex is, but I’m right here, beautiful.” Nate yelled back, dropping his bags in the living room.

You squealed the whole way down the stairs, tackling Nate in a hug that almost knocked him over. “It’s been too fucking long, Hardy.”

“Tell me about it” he said, spinning you around once.

The two of you let go of each other, Colby and Sam both pulling Nate into hugs. “Where’s your girl?” Colby asked, looking towards the front door.

Nate had his ‘Everything is chill’ smile plastered on his face, “We’ll talk about that later.” He slapped Colby on the back, pulling him into another hug. “In more important news, you owe Sam, Alex and I a hundred bucks each.”

“OH YEAH!” Sam practically yelled.

“What?” you laughed, leaning into Colby’s side. Colby had a confused look on his face.

“Summer before senior year. The warehouse.” Nate said with a smug look on his face.

Sam continued the story. “We were laying on the roof having one of our ‘life is short’ talks and Nate looked over at Colby and said...”

“If it’s so short, then why are you afraid to live it?” Nate interrupted him, smiling over at you. “I teased him about walking you home every day and not letting you come to the warehouse because ‘it’s too dangerous’. I asked him why he didn’t just ask you out.”

Colby’s hands were over his blushing cheeks. “Dude, I haven’t thought about that night in a long time, man.”

“Awwww, your face is so red, babe.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Colby denied liking you ‘like that’” Sam laughed, doing air quotes. “Alex chimed in and bet him a hundred bucks that you two would eventually end up together.”

“We all took the bet against him…and by the looks of it, that makes one Colby Brock 300 dollars less rich.” Nate laughed, looking around the house you guys were staying in.

“I’ll pay up” Colby laughed, headed up the stairs. “Nate, there’s another room up here.”

Nate settled into a small room, closest to yours. Alex and his girlfriend showed up and took the second bedroom downstairs next to Sam and Kat’s. You guys napped and ordered food.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m dying to go to the beach.” Nate said, looking out the window. “I always forget how beautiful this place is.”

The 7 of you packed your beach bags, threw on your suits, and walked towards the beautiful blue horizon. “You ready to talk about it yet?” you asked, you and Nate were currently sat in the sand near Alex and his girlfriend, watching Sam, Kat, and Colby attempt to fly a kite.

“She just wasn’t the one.” He said, looking over at you with no sign of sadness on his features.

“It took you a year to figure that out?” you teased him.

“No. We’ve always known. I just…” Nate took a deep breath, looking around at your little makeshift family. “This? This is special. I didn’t want to invite her in.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Naaate, then why didn’t you tell Sam and Colby right away? You guys could have had your normal Kansas shenanigans trip!” you scolded him.

“Y/n.” Nate grabbed your hand. “I wanted this. I missed you. And I never get to see the other girls, either. We aren’t just a rowdy bunch of boys anymore. We’ve expanded.”

“Always the sentimental one.” You squeezed his hand and smiled over at him.

“Before you know it, we’ll be bringing kids on these trips.” He laughed.

“Dude, Alex is first. Sam and Kat have sworn off kids for like 8 more years.” You chuckled.

“And what about you and the blue-eyed genetic lottery winner over there?” he teased. “That kid was made to be a dad and you know it.”

“I assume it’ll happen like everything else in our lives.” You watched Colby finally get the damn kite off the ground and proudly yell your name to look at it flying through the air. “It’ll happen when we least expect it and it’ll be amazing.”

“Good job, baby!” Nate yelled at Colby.

Colby threw his head back laughing and the kite smashed into the sand. “You distracted me!” he yelled, handing the spool to Kat so he could try to get the kite back up in the air.

“You know, Colby’s been eyeballing your new tattoo.” You looked over at Nate with a smirk. “I think he may want to see it up close later.”

“Is that so?” he laughed. “I didn’t know if you two had changed your ways with your official titles and all.”

“I think we’ll always have room for you.” You stood, pulling Nate with you to join the others closer to the water.

When your group got home, most people just headed to their rooms. Between traveling and running around on the beach, everyone was pretty tired. “Did you see the bathtub?” you asked, popping your head back into your bedroom. “This thing is huge. It looks like a jacuzzi!”

“Oooo that actually sounds like heaven right now.” Colby said, finding hangers to let your beach clothes dry on.

“I’m gonna run a hot bath. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.” You stripped out of your suit and handed it to Colby.

“Hey Nate!” Colby called, walking down the hall towards the smaller bedroom. Seeing the door opened, he walked in. “Do you want me to hang up your trunks? We’re putting our stuff on the balcony to dry. Nate?”

“Out here.” Nate called back, an open window leading to a little section of the roof.

“You would already be sat on the roof.” Colby laughed, joining him.

“Just been in a thinkin’ mood” Nate smiled over at him.

“Nate, when are you not in a thinking mood?” Colby teased.

“Different kind of thinkin’ this time” he answered, staring out at the ocean. He could barely make out the horizon between the dark water and the dark sky.

“Good or bad?” Colby asked.

“Always good, brother.” Nate answered, the two of them spending a few moments in silence just enjoying cool night air. “If I were to ask you when you thought you were going to have kids, what would you say? Just a hypothetical. Entertain me.”

Colby sat, staring out at the blue abyss. “Honestly? Whenever it happens.” He shrugged. “I’ve got a great job, I’m lucky enough to have some great friends, and I’ve got the most amazing girl in the whole world. There’s no point in planning when anytime is an okay time.”

“Solid answer.” Nate nodded his head. “Y/n said something similar.”

“Yeah?” Colby asked.  

“Something about it happening like everything else that has happened between the two of you. When you least expect it, but amazing anyways.”

“I told you.” Colby replied. “Most amazing girl in the world.”

“I’m so fucking happy for you two, dude.” Nate smiled over at Colby.

“Thanks, man.” Colby ducked his head, grinning ear to ear. “How about you spend a little time being happy with us instead of for us, though.” He stood, reaching his hand out to pull Nate up with him.

“You know I can’t say no to that.” Nate laughed, following Colby back into the house.

“There you are!” you said, seeing Colby and Nate walk into your bedroom’s bathroom. “I went to tell Colby the bath was ready and I couldn’t find either of you.”

“I’ll give you one guess where I found Nate.” Colby laughed, stripping out of his swim trunks and taking Nate’s to hang them on the balcony.

“Roof?” you looked over at Nate, guessing.

“Bingo.” He laughed.

Colby snuck down the hall to turn off Nate’s light and close his door so no one would wonder where he was. He locked your bedroom door and joined you back in the bathroom. “Now THIS is a sight I’ve missed.” He smirked down at you and Nate both in the Jacuzzi tub, water up to your necks.

“While I don’t mind the view, I think you should join us.” Nate teased.

Colby stepped into the water, the jacuzzi tub having plenty of room for the three of you. “Fuuuuck, this feels good.” He said, letting the hot water envelop him.

“Come here.” Nate said, pulling Colby’s back towards him so he could massage his muscles.

“Oh my god, I forgot you had magic hands.” Colby melted under Nate’s touch.

“I didn’t.” you smirked, watching the look of pure bliss on your boyfriend’s face.

“What are you thinking about?” Nate asked you, your eyes not having left Colby’s face.

“Just admiring the…I guess I’d use the word ‘power’ you have over this one.” You said, moving to take Colby’s face in your hands.

“Explain.” Nate said, continuing to massage Colby’s back. You could see Colby’s face turn slightly pink.

“My possessive boy here always has to be in charge.” You leaned forward and kissed him. “When we were with Jake, Colby would slowly tease him, drag things out, boss us both around. He likes being responsible for making us feel good.”

Nate nodded, his hands moving to wrap around Colby’s waist. “Ahhh, I see.”  

“But for some reason, he’s always been putty in your hands.” You said, Colby’s hands finding your body under the water and pulling you to him.

He captured your lips in another kiss. “Sometimes it scares me that you know me so well.” He smiled against your lips. “You’re letting out all my secrets.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s a pretty sexy secret.” You pulled away from Colby to hit the button to drain the jacuzzi tub.

Nate’s hands slid lower against Colby’s abdomen, fingers teasing him. “I really fucking missed you two.” He said, kissing up the side of Colby’s neck.

Colby closed his eyes, head tilting to the side. “We were just saying the same thing.” Colby agreed.

You climbed out of the tub and grabbed a stack of towels. “Come on, boys. Let’s move this somewhere You’re not going to accidentally drown.”

Nate pulled away from Colby to stand up and Colby groaned. Nate leaned down to pull him into a gentle kiss. “Good boys wait their turn.” He said, stepping out of the bath and scooping you up.

Colby heard you squeal out a laugh as Nate dropped you on the bed. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. He grabbed a towel and walked to join you in the bedroom. “I don’t mind waiting my turn when my view is this good.” Colby said, seeing Nate bent over the bed, his face buried in your breasts.

“I get to leave all the marks I want on you two and everyone is going to think you did it to each other.” Nate smirked, leaning down to suck a red mark at the base of your neck. His teeth grazed your skin as he relented.

Colby walked up behind Nate. “People are going to wonder where yours came from, though.” He said, his hands traveling from Nate’s back to his hips. Colby pulled his hand back and laid a firm slap against Nate’s ass. A clear red handprint visible on the pale flesh.

Nate groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Someone’s begging for attention.” Nate said, feeling Colby’s hand smooth over the reddened skin.

“This doesn’t feel like begging.” Colby snarked, landing a slap on the opposite side of Nate’s ass, his ring clad fingers tracing the red marks.

“I think you should give him what he wants.” You said to Nate, pulling him into a kiss. Your teeth pulling on his bottom lip.

Nate stood up and turned to Colby, his mouth latching on to Colby’s collarbone. “So needy” Nate whispered, leaving a deep purplish red mark on Colby’s skin. “On your knees.”

Colby’s breath caught in his chest for a moment before he dropped down to his knees in front of Nate. You sat up on the edge of the bed behind Nate to watch, your hands moving to rub up and down Nate’s thighs. “God, you look hot like that.”

“Tell me this doesn’t feel like begging.” Nate said, his hand gently grazing Colby’s cheek. his fingers moved to trace Colby’s full lips. “She’s right. You look great on your knees.”

Colby’s cheeks looked flushed and his breathing picked up. “Touch him, Colby.” You said, enjoying the fact that he was relinquishing the power for once. You loved how dominant he normally was, but watching him give it up once in a while was an experience you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Colby leaned forward, pressing kisses to the tattooed bit of flesh near Nate’s hip. He circled Nate’s erection with his hand, pumping up and down the full length. He loosened his grip to flatten his tongue and lick a stripe up the underside from base to tip. When he heard Nate moan his name, he got a little braver. He smirked up at Nate, maintaining eye contact as he took him into his mouth. His soft, full lips sliding further down his length.

Watching these two together was honestly one of the things that got you off the most. You dropped your hand between your legs, slowly starting to pleasure yourself as you watched Colby pleasure Nate. “I can hear you moaning, baby girl.” Nate said in a sing-songy voice. “Are you touching yourself?” he asked.

“God, if you were watching the two of you you’d be touching yourself too.” You said, your fingers quickening their pace.

Colby grabbed Nate’s hips, holding him still so he could try to take him deeper into his mouth. Colby hummed in satisfaction, sending waves of pleasure through Nate’s body. Nate’s head fell back, his hand gripping Colby’s hair to pull his mouth off of him. He stared down at Colby while he caught his breath. “Don’t let her finish herself off.” Nate said, bending down to pull Colby’s wet lips into a rough kiss. He released Colby from the kiss and stepped to the side.

Colby crawled forward, pulling your fingers away from yourself. “Come here.” Colby said, his hands swiftly pulling your hips to the bed’s edge. His mouth moved to your wet core, his tongue doing quick work of pushing you through your orgasm. When you begged him to stop, he kissed his way up your body, stopping to darken the mark that Nate had previously left.

Nate grabbed a condom and walked back to the bed. “Colby, lay down.” He said, pointing towards the head of the bed and putting the condom on himself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of him bossing you around.” You smiled down at your boyfriend, moving to connect your lips. You kissed across his jaw, whispering in his ear. “I love you. So fucking much.” Colby pulled your lips back to his, his tongue begging entrance.

“Colby, baby. I’m gonna need to borrow her from you for a minute.” Nate said, a lopsided smirk on his face as he watched the two of you make-out.

Colby watched you crawl down his body towards Nate. Seeing him whisper something in your ear. He watched as you turned to crawl halfway back up his body on your hands and knees. “That’s a sight I’ll never get sick of.” He said, watching you lean down and press open mouth kisses up the side of his girth. “Oh fuck.”  Colby squeezed his eyes closed, feeling your tongue move across his sensitive tip. When he opened his eyes, he watched Nate line himself up behind you, hands firmly placed on your hips. “Just when I thought the view couldn’t get any better…”

You could feel Nate sliding himself back and forth over your entrance before filling you up, bottoming out. You pulled your mouth off of Colby to rest your head on his hip. “Fuck. Move, Nate. Don’t tease me.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, starting to build a rhythm with each additional thrust. “Don’t forget about your boy, there.”

You smirked up at Colby, taking him fully into your mouth. You knew exactly how to make him fall apart. You slid your lips damn near all the way to the base, hollowing your cheeks before bobbing your head back up. Your fingers moved to gently massage his balls as you repeated your actions. Every few thrusts Nate would hit that sweet spot making you groan around Colby’s dick. You knew Colby was close because his hands kept reaching for you. The frazzled energy he felt from being pushed closer to the edge of his orgasm made him grabby. “Y/n, I’m gonna cum.” He mumbled out, giving you fair warning.

“Come on, baby” Nate egged him on, his own thrusts getting slower but rougher indicating he was close, as well. “Colby, look at me.”

Colby looked up, watching Nate’s final thrusts as he threw his head back with a grunt. Colby’s hands tangled in your hair as he came in your mouth. You slowed your movements, swallowing every drop your boy had to give you.

Nate climbed off the bed to throw the condom away. Colby stayed laying on his back, pulling you up to rest against one of his sides. He pressed kisses to your hair and wrapped an arm around you holding you tight against him. “I love you.” He said, still coming down from his high. “I am the luckiest person alive to have you.”

You looked up at him, connecting your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. “I could say the same about you.”

You both saw Nate standing by the door, watching the two of you. “Bitch!” Colby called out, a grin spread across his face. “Don’t you fucking dare touch that door.”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to leave you.” Nate said with a soft smile. “I was just taking a few seconds to really take in the moment.” He tossed the comforter over the two of you before crawling in and cuddling into Colby’s other side.

“Our sentimental boy.” You reached over to rest your hand on his cheek. “We love you, you know?”

“I can feel that.” Nate said, leaning across Colby to kiss you and then moving to kiss Colby. “Why do you think I wanted to make sure I remembered this moment?”

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Magical Girl Reunion Tour Chapter 2

MAGDA

Viridian dodged around the pillow. He sat down on the coffee table, still well within throwing range and cocked his head. "I don't understand your hostility. When you made the agreement, you were quite happy."

The only thing stopping her from trying to high kick Viridian through the roof of her second-story apartment was her couch. She had already thrown the only pillow on her couch because she wasn't home enough to amass a throw pillow army like her heart desired. The only option that remained to her was a slow march between said couch and her stationary bike. "It's been twenty years!" she shouted. "Last time I saw you, I almost died. What makes you think I would be happy to see you again?"

Viridian rose his head. "You were triumphant. You did your task well. You should be proud of yourself. Why are you angry? Wouldn’t you want to work together again to defeat great evil?"

By now she had reached the table and was attempting to do her best to loom over him. Besides her anger, the thought that her dinner was getting past it's prime eating window was slowly nudging its way in. "Find someone else. I'm not interested. Now get out of my apartment."

"Queen Omira has returned." His voice was quiet, almost solemn. "Your pact was that you would serve until she was defeated, for good. I did not expect to have to come to you again. I thought the worst of this encounter would be having to break this news to you. You're anger at me was not…."

"What you expected? Yes, because being a child forced to fight a great evil is such a pleasant experience. You weren't here for - after. You left me." Hot tears stung her eyes. "You should have been here."

"I - I don't understand."

Magda sighed, sitting down on her couch. The smell of barbeque chicken wafted up from the near by take-out bag and her stomach growled. With Viridian sitting here, the source of such a bittersweet moment in her life, she knew she shouldn't be hungry, but she dragged the bag to her and pulled out the Styrofoam container. So bad for the Earth, but all the best food seem to come out of one.

"Look," she said as she popped open the container. "You once said that we were strong because of our youth, that we hadn't grown up enough yet to be tainted. Even Sarah, whose home life wasn't great, enjoyed life so much. We were all so naïve. I am no longer that way. I'm an adult now with a job and bills and a therapist who I have to half-lie to because how do you explain how a robot cat-thing recruited you to fight an evil energy vampire queen when you were a teenager." She shoveled macaroni salad into her mouth. "By your rules, I'm literally to old for this shit."

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you still have your wand?"

She tore into the barbeque chicken as aggressively as she could. "Why? Do you want it back? I always thought it was weird you never took it back."

Viridian wrinkled his nose. "Why must you talk with your mouth full? I thought you more sophisticated than that." His whole body seemed to settle. "And no. You would keep the want until your passing, a fond memory of your time a Rainbow Defender. As I said, I never intended for you to have to use it again. But now you must take up your wand again and battle Queen Omira to defend Earth from her voracious appetite. If you don't stop her, then all life will fade away."

She sighed, poking at her rice. "I can't." Magda met Viridian's large, liquid eyes. Eyes that looked too cute to really be unsettling. "Find another team of teenage girls, just, don't let them deal with the aftermath on their own this time. Okay? You need to make sure they'll be fine."

"There is no one else. Only one team can exist at a time. What about the rest of your team? What will they say?"

Tears stung Magda's eyes again as the photo hanging on her wall flashed in her memory. "I haven't spoken to them in so long. I wouldn't even know how to reach them."

He straightened, raising his head, taking on the air of superiority Magda was so used to. "Well, find your wand and we shall contact the rest of your team. The have a right to know no matter how reticent you are to act."

Magda stared at him, her mouth full.

"You may finish your dinner, of course."

She swallowed. "Fine. I'll contact them for you, but I don't know how they'll react to seeing me again. Like I said, it's been a while."

Viridian nodded curtly in agreement.

Eating the rest of her food didn't take as long as she thought. Magda was so hungry, she had spent most of their conversation steadily shoveling food in her mouth. She cleaned up the takeout and picked up her discarded jacket and vest from the table before heading back to her bedroom. Viridian padded along next to her, not seeming to notice the pictures of her long ago friends lining the wall. Her team.

She dumped her dirty clothes in the dry-cleaning pile next to her closet. The closet door sat open, revealing a row of empty hangers and a rack of dark shoes. Magda reached up to the stack of dusty shoe boxes on the top shelf. Gingerly, she slid one off the bottom of the stack, a thin film of dust coating her fingers. Still standing facing her closet, she opened the box, dropping the lid onto the floor.

There it lay, her wand. She reached in the box to touch the pink, diamond-textured handle, but couldn't bring herself to. It was just as she remembered after all these years. Delicate gold filigreed over the crystal orb at the top. The gold pommel. It looked like a high-end recreation of some cheap prop used in a kids show.

She sat on her bed, the box in her lap. Viridian perched next to her, he head looking into the box over her arm. "It's lost some of it's luster. Why didn't you take care of it better?"

Magda was barely listening to him. Underneath the wand lay a stack of newspaper clippings. The memory of sitting on her floor in her bedroom with a pair of hot pink scissors, cutting out each one with a stead hand, brought back the tears. She sniffled to keep them contained, but then she saw the photo.

Five girls smiled up at her from under the edge of the wand, their arms around each other. The positively radiated dressed in their Rainbow Defender uniforms. Magda wiped at her cheek with a dusty hand. A sad smile rose to her lips unbidden. Even after passing those pictures she hung in he hall everyday, she never really realized how much she really missed her team. Her friends.

She took a deep breath and reached into the box to grasp her wand. The diamond textured handle seemed to mold to her touch, suddenly the most comfortable thing she ever held. The crystal glowed, and the gold grew luminous. She placed the box on her bed and rose.

"Okay," she whispered. "Let's see if I remember how this thing works."

Magda took a deep breath to still her pounding heart as she extended her arm. "I call your true form," she called strong and firm. The wand flashed gold and when the light faded away she held a staff her height. "Well, that's new. I swear this thing was shorter the last time I used it."

Viridian cocked his head again. "It appears to have made some adjustments."

He didn't sound too sure, which just shook what little confidence Magda had. She looked the staff up and down. The crystal had elongated, the gold filigree almost looking even more like a net. Gold wings had emerged from the base of the crystal to almost caress the gem. Those hadn't changed. "Well, everything else seems the same."

"Good," he said as he hopped down from the bed and wrapped himself around her legs like a cat. "Think of one of the members of your team. May I suggest Shonda? She was always quite level headed."

Magda sighed. Shonda. She was practically her right hand during her defender days. A dark skinned girl who was very proud of her natural hair. And so goddamned smart it made Magda sweat just thinking about it.

She gripped the staff and took another breath. "Shonda it is."

Magda closed her eyes, extending her will, wishing, for her wand to take her to Shonda, the smart girl with the great smile. There was a flash and the air changed, birds sang. The air no longer felt like a dry blast furnace of a place. She slowly opened her eyes.

Barefoot she stood in the middle of a street in front of a solidly upper middleclass house.

[pvcroofwindows-blog]

How to Put in a Skylight inside your Roof or Attic Conversion, Concerns and Strategies

optilight roof window

Skylights

We've found numerous means of introducing light-weight into our houses and homes. These range between finish conservatories made out of glass in a slim framework, via custom constructed, atrium roofing sections, to smaller fastened or opening windows fitted into an existing roof.

No matter just how much light you need indoors, it's critical to understand the way to go about it. Some skylights demand relatively economical and small-scale installation function; other individuals contain large-scale, tailored fabrication and style do the job. Even though planning authorization might not be required, the perform should comply with the developing restrictions, so speak to your neighborhood structures regulator.

A skylight is a great way to enable heat, light-weight and air right into a space. The addition of roofing lights can successfully turn a roof right into a grid managing among the squares of light.

Opening roof windows fix air flow and daylight difficulties involved with all the common setting up. Particularly within the circumstance of attic conversions where conventional windows will not be an option, a gap skylight turns a roof cavity into a practical and pleasurable place.

Constantly take into consideration ceiling geometry when you're considering skylights. Slender shapes functioning right down to the line in the eaves create the effect of slots of sunshine internally. When all the surfaces are plastered and painted, the skylight seems to be even more desirable.

Installing a skylight

A skylight is usually a fantastic way to let light and warmth into dreary rooms. Putting inside of a skylight, especially if the form of the ceiling mimics the slope of your roof, is undoubtedly not over and above the aptitude of your regular Do-it-yourself hobbyist.

Very first, make a decision how massive a skylight you need; two, a few or 4 more compact windows could possibly be a lot better than a significant one particular. Go over by way of your requirements with companies or suppliers. When it comes, meticulously read through the set up guidelines. Bear in mind that you are going to put a gap in your roof, which could let while in the rain when there is a delay mainly because you don't know exactly how the device should be equipped or there is some elements missing. Have tarpaulin and e ropes at hand, just in case.

Push a big nail into the ceiling the place the skylight would be to go. Donning footwear with good grip is vital. Climb onto the roof and find the specified position and remove the roof slates. The skylight have to not interfere using a ceiling hanger or possibly a purlin.

Slice the tiling battens and mark out the body sizing which will hold the skylight. Minimize the rafters and set in trimmers in compliance with all the manufacturer's instructions. Look out for almost any wiring or cables. Cut away the plaster having a noticed and take the skylight from its box and take away the flashings and trims.

Mark the place on the skylight on the ceiling and make sure that just one aspect of it fits upcoming to the ceiling joist. Generate a considerable nail by means of its center. Take away the tiles and maintain them within sight. Cut the battens by using a circular noticed or even a handsaw then slash the rafters until finally they are trimmed properly. Frame joints have to be perfectly nailed - make use of a minimum of four 90 mm nails in each case.

Before sawing the hole within the plasterboard, slash deeply in to the sheet from beneath by using a knife. This will lessen the likelihood of the lining paper tearing. If you have built the opening the right size, the brackets of the sides on the skylight should stand on the framing customers.

Stand the body while in the encouraged place and correct it for the rafters and trimmers employing brackets which really should be presented. It should be stage throughout the roof at the two finishes.

Match the underside flashing, bending it to adhere to the contours with the tiles. Fit the facet flashings, the best flashing and so forth. Refit the tiles round the skylight. You can use tile cutters or simply a carborundum wheel preset inside your circular observed for this. (In the event the latter is utilised, you should definitely wear goggles and extended protective clothes.) If you have adopted the measures effectively, the room underneath is not going to become drinking water harmed. Browse the manufacturer's suggestions cautiously, then placement the roof window and, after double examining it's right, quickly repair it to one on the rafters.

Make use of a spirit stage to check the skylight is flat. Whether it is not, pack it up on the lower aspect and after that, applying screws or nails, fasten it tightly into place.

The flashings are really essential, they are there to stop leaks and water hurt developing concerning the skylight along with the roof masking. They must be mounted the right way and devoid of injury. When you find yourself fitting the flashings to your roof slates, a wooden block can be employed for beating the metallic into posture. Do that right until it matches the contours with the slates just. When fitting the aspect and top rated flashings, commence very carefully. Test each and every step.

The final phase to the exterior should be to exchange the roof slates. This tends to require slicing. After the work is finished, be sure to crystal clear away the many particles that can block the downpipes. Evaluate the uncovered location in between the edge on the skylight as well as the ceiling and minimize the plasterboard to match. Nail the plasterboard in to put, using plasterboard nails. Steel corner angle joints bolster the join and provides a specific line to operate on if you find yourself plastering. Lower them using a hacksaw and nail them in position. Using a mortar trowel, apply the cement in separate layers, each having wider and wider. Make sure that you smooth each individual from the joints absent to practically nothing.

Plastering

Measure and mark the sections as required. Be certain the best facet (unmarked) faces outwards. By using a sharp knife, reduce deeply together the edge. Switch the board more than and, keeping 1 facet inside your hand, provide the sheet a thump with the fist. This should trigger the sheet to bend and break. Utilizing a sharp knife, minimize along the edge about the again in the sheet. This may make certain that the liner paper does not get ripped. Reduce and correct plasterboard round the skylight. Slice and correct the metal angles that fortify the corners. Plaster the corners. Sand, dry, primary and paint them.

Career carried out!

References Window https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Window

[conceptstage]

Fine

for @beauweek, Monday: Childhood & Youth/Animals

It’s the giggling that draws her attention first. Her mother never giggled. In Beau’s experience, she rarely even smiled. She paused on the stairs, wincing when it creaked under her weight when she moved to see through the banister but it didn’t seem to alert the three young women in the parlor.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t do for a daughter,” one of her mother’s friends was saying as she tapped her spoon on the edge of her teacup. “I’ve two sons with another on the way. What I wouldn’t give for a pretty little doll to dress up in my old clothes.”

Beau frowned and looked down at the fluffy gray heirloom dress her mother had given her to wear this morning. She wasn’t a doll. Mother, tell them she wasn’t a doll.

Her mother giggled and took a sip of her tea. “You can have mine if you like, she may as well be a boy herself. I had to wrestle her into a dress this morning and she keeps going through the clothes in the attic for my husband’s old slacks. Everytime I think I’ve confiscated them all from her, she comes running downstairs in a pair she cut into shorts. I still haven’t found the shears she’s using, I’ve no idea how a seven year old got her hands on them to start with.”

“What does she want with slacks?” the third woman asked, grabbing a scone and gently picking off the chocolate chips on top. “Her dresses are lovely.”

Her mother rolled her eyes and sat down her cup so that she could properly express her distaste by waving her hands. “Mother!” She said, in a mocking, high pitched voice. “I can’t run and play in these! There’s no pockets for me to put my worms and frogs! Yesterday, I found a salamander in her bathtub.”

Beau frowned. It wasn’t a salamander, it was a newt, thank you very much, and it was in the bathtub because it needed to stay wet. Beau was just glad her mother hadn’t found the injured baby bunny she’d been nursing back to health in the back of her closet. She’d released the bunny into the woods behind the house just two days before her mother found the newt and then started tearing apart the room for more secret creepy crawlies.

The first woman laughed delicately behind her hand. “You can keep her then. My boys do that enough as is.”

“Are you going to keep trying then?” The third woman asked.

Her mother sighed and sad expression came over her face. “We’ve been trying. It took us seven years of trying to have Beauregard. There must be something wrong with me. All the other women I know get pregnant so easily. On accident even, can you imagine?” She picked her cup back up and took a sip of her tea. “Well, in any case, we don’t intend to stop trying until we get the child we want.”

Beau frowned and started quietly crawling up the stairs, stopping at the top to sit on the first step. The words ‘child we want’ rung in her ears. She knew that her parents got angry at her a lot and they didn’t like that she didn’t want to wear dresses but it had never occurred to her that they didn’t want her at all.

Her tears surprised her, running down her cheeks and landing cold on her fingers. She sniffled and wiped furiously at her face until it was red and dry.

Fine.

She stood up and stomped down the hall to her room.

Fine, if they weren't going to like her no matter how many dresses she wore, then she wasn’t going to wear any.

She threw open her closet and tore all the hangers down into a heap on the floor. She walked over to the loose floorboard near her bed and pried it up to pull out a pair of pants. She replaced the board and quickly changed.

Fine, if they were going to laugh about her behind her back, she wasn’t going to try and make them happy anymore.

She threw open her window and climbed out onto the roof. She started climbing down the trellis and then jumped off onto the ground with a huff. She started running towards the creek through the trees.

Fine, if they didn’t think she could be good then she was going to be bad on purpose and her mother was gonna find a fish in the basin when she came in to pick out her clothes in the morning.

She told herself the wetness on her cheeks was sweat.

Fine.

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Randy Cunningham in:All I need is you (and a blanket).

  It was midnight, the cold winter winds rushed across the snowy suburban yards of Norrisville’s suburbs, through the rushing wind, a figure clad in warm winter clothing ran through the snow covered streets, carrying a medkit that was clutched in their arms and close to their chest.Soon they saw it, a house, it’s windows glowing bright with the warm orange glow of light.They approached the door of the house and knocked, soon the door opened to reveal a woman wearing a large blue sweater and a wool dress.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here Theresa, come on in don’t just stand out there and freeze.” Mrs.Cunningham said, here voice filled with relief as she stood aside allowing Theresa to enter.

  After placing the medkit the coffee table, Theresa took off her large winter parka and hung it on the coat hanger, spinning around she saw Mrs.Cunningham place a cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table next to her medkit, Theresa smiled, carefully cradling the hot cup in her icy cold hands she gently put to her lips taking a long, warming sip.She let out a sigh has placed the cup on the table, feeling warmer then she did when she first entered.

“So has he arrived yet?” Theresa asked with a slight hint of worry.

“No not yet, I just hope he is able to make it back safely, especially with how cold it is out there.” Mrs.Cunningham answered as she set her cup of hot coco down on the table.

  Theresa sat down nervously waiting for Randy to return for his ninja patrol, when he told her that he would be going on his patrol despite harsh weather warnings she thought he was crazy.”Who in their right mind goes hopping around roof tops in minus eight degree weather in a snow storm?” She thought, her leg nervously bouncing as she waited for him to responded to her texts.After several minutes her phone buzzed upon receiving a new message, quickly Theresa looked at he phone, the new message looked hastily written with almost every word misspelled, but nevertheless she knew what the texted asked of her, grabbing her medkit she raced for Randy’s bedroom, with Mrs.Cunningham following soon after.Upon entering the room there was silence, shortly after they entered the girls watched as Randy’s bedroom window slid open allowing the cold howling wind to flow in, Randy quickly climbed through the open window and immediately spun around and slammed it shut.Shivering, Randy fell to his knees hugging himself in order to maintain whatever amount of body heat he still had left in him.Theresa quickly approached Randy while Mrs.Cunningham pulled the blanket from his bed, Theresa knelt down and gently grabbed Randy’s shoulder.

“Randy are you- Jesus your cold!” Theresa exclaimed as she pulled her hand away from Randy’s shoulder.

“I-I-I’m f-f-ine, j-ust r-r-really c-c-c-cold.” Randy stuttered as his jaw shivered from the cold.

“How does he look honey” Mrs.Cunningham asked as she approached with Randy’s blanket. 

“Hm I can see a few cuts put nothing major, so at least there’s that.” Theresa said mildly annoyed, but thankful for Randy’s lack of serious injury.

“I’ll go make you two some more hot chocolate, in the meantime try to warm up.” Mrs.Cunningham said as she put the blanket on him before leaving Randy in Theresa’s care.

“T-Thank you m-mama, Theresa c-can y-ou t-t-take me t-to m-my c-couch p-please.” Randy stuttered as he continued to shiver.

  Theresa nodded and threw Randy’s arm over her shoulder and helped him to his feet, Theresa couldn’t believe how cold he felt, it seemed like he didn’t even put on any kind of winter clothing.After sitting Randy down on his couch, Theresa then placed another blanket on him and sat down next to him.Theresa pulled of her beanie then pulled off Randy’s ninja mask for him, Theresa frowned seeing how flushed his face was from the cold.He is cheeks where rosy red, the tip of his nose was like a cherry and his fore head was as rosy as his cheeks.Theresa then put her beanie on Randy’s head, causing him to sigh in relief, the warmth of it’s previous wearer made him feel a little warmer.

“T-thank y-you T-T-Theresa, t-that h-helps a l-little.” Randy stuttered, struggling to smile as his teeth chattered.

“Jeez Randy, how long where you out there?” Theresa asked worried that she might just have to get Randy sent to the hospital for hypothermia.

“I-I t-think I l-lost track a-around hour f-four.” Randy said as he leaned back on his couch.

“Good God Randy, it’s minus eight out there, why did you even go out there?” Theresa asked in a mixture of worry and frustration.

“S-someone’s gotta p-protect the c-city, and t-the police d-don’t seem t-to keen on d-doing that as of l-late.” Randy answered, some what angered.

“Because crime has been low for the past six months now, you keep pushing yourself hard and getting yourself hurt for nothing, Your mother is worried about.” Theresa said the worry clear in her voice.

  Randy didn’t say anything, he looked down at the floor in what appeared to be some kind of deep thought.Theresa scotched closer to him without his notice before putting her warm hand on his cold hand which got his attention.

“I’m worried about you.” Theresa said squeezing his hand.

“W-Why, you know I always c-come back, why would you be w-worried?” Randy asked somewhat confuse.

There was a long pause, Theresa looked down at his hand and squeezed tightly.

“Because... what if one day you don’t come back.” Theresa said as she looked back at Randy, tears welling up in her eye’s.

“You’re one of the best guys I know Randy, you’re so special to me, I don’t want to lose you... I can’t lose you!” Theresa exclaimed as she grabbed Randy by his shoulders, with tears running down her face.

  Randy then grabbed Theresa, pulling her into a strong comforting hug, she in turn embraced him, wrapping her arms around him tightly regardless of how cold he felt.Randy smiled as Theresa buried her head into his shoulder, attempting to dry her tears.

“I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t be pushing myself so hard, and I should take better care of myself, I didn’t mean to make you worry so much.”  Randy said with a mix of sorrow and shame.

  Theresa lifted her head from his shoulder, a slight smile on her face, seeing her like this made him smile too, with the sorrow and shame disappearing as though it wasn’t even there to begin with.

 “I forgive you, but please take it easy for awhile, enjoy some you time and do some of the stuff you like.” Theresa suggested, slightly more cheerful than before.

“Yeah, I could use some R&R right about now, thanks Theresa, for everything.” Randy said, causing Theresa to blush slightly.

“No problem Randy, would you like another blanket or something?” Theresa asked as she patted Randy on the shoulder.

“Nah I’m feeling a little warmer now, but um... it probably would help to warm me up more if you joined me in my blanket?” Randy said timidly as he raised his arm creating a perfect opening for Theresa to scotch into.

  Theresa blushed and her eyes widened, he was probably right, joining him in the blanket would help him warm up plus she would get to be very close to Randy.So close in fact she could probably kiss him, the thought of that made her blush even more.

“I-I um, heh well I guess that would be fine.” Theresa said nervously as she brushed her some of her hair behind her ear.

  Theresa then scotched over into Randy’s blanket, allowing him to put his arm around her shoulders.Theresa blushed as she pressed up against Randy, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Hey Theresa?” Randy said in a calm whisper.

“Yeah, what is it?” Theresa asked as she shifted to look up at Randy.

“Didn’t mom go to get us hot chocolate?” Randy asked as he raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Hey kiddos, I got you your hot chocolate.” Mrs.Cunningham said as she quickly rounded the corner into Randy’s room.

  Mrs.Cunningham stopped in the doorway upon seeing how close Randy and Theresa where currently at the moment.

“Oh... I’m sorry did I interrupt something?” Mrs.Cunningham asked somewhat embarrassed.

“No Mama it’s fine.” Randy said as he looked down at the floor slightly flustered.

“Y-Yeah I just... got cold.” Theresa said attempting to hide her face in Randy’s blanket.

“No need to explain.” Mrs.Cunningham said as she placed the teens hot coco on Randy’s spool table, “You two just rest and stay warm.” Mrs.Cunningham said as she left Randy’s room, closing the door behind her.

  After grabbing the cups of hot coco, Randy handed one to Theresa, they both took a long warm sip.They sighed as the warmth of the hot coco filled them, snuggling together made them feel even warmer, Randy looked down at Theresa who seemed pretty tired after having to run through the snow, he understood after all he had been out there for too long and was feeling pretty exhausted himself, he smiled as he leaned back on his couch, gently squeezing Theresa’s shoulder.There on Randy’s couch the teens slept, snuggled together in a warm blanket.

The End.

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