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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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watch your six - part two

pairing: eventual bucky x reader

warnings: some violence, trigger warning of sedation (it isn’t in there for a long time and the description of it isn’t super good BUT it’s still there), mentions of kidnapping, i think that’s it.

word count: just a bit over 3k

a/n: okay! here’s part two, i’m experimenting with the longer parts, so let me know what y’all think of it. bucky does make an appearance soon, i swear y’all :) just be patience with me babes. also, i know this isn’t like the typical fan fic because it isn’t in the second person but we’re powering through together. i hope y’all enjoy babes <3

p.s.: if y’all want to be added to a tag list for this series, shoot me a message and we’ll get it worked out

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I shot up from my bed, eyes wild and frantic searching for anything to ground me to my current surroundings. It was just a dream, just a dream. It was just a dream. Except it didn’t feel like a dream. Everything was too detailed, too crisp for it to have really been just a dream. I swung my legs off my bed and grabbed a hold of the fluffy white comforter. Groaning, I pushed my feet to touch the cold hardwood of my apartment. I made my way towards my kitchen and my coffee maker. I popped a breakfast blend K-cup into the slot and dumped a mug full of water into the side of the machine. Pressing the button, I turned while listening to the coffee machine force the water through the coffee grounds and filter and into my cup.

Looking out into my living room, I eyed my couch. It was intact with no bullet holes riddling the cushions. It was still the pristine white that I’ve spent many nights curled on watching movies. The dark stained wood coffee table in front of it brought memories of long study sessions with books and loose papers strewn across it. A faint smile graced my lips as I was reminiscing. The black coffee maker spit the last of the dark substance into my mug, so I reached into my cabinets and pulled out the essentials. I’ve never been one for pure black coffee, tastes like tar in my opinion. The aftertaste isn’t something that I want to deal with for as long as it’ll last.

I dumped two spoonfuls of sugar into the cup and then poured a dash of liquid creamer in along with it. Stirring the now light brown liquid, I raised the mug to my mouth and took a much needed sip. Sighing as I swallowed, I walked around to the couch in the living. Plopping down, I kicked my feet to rest on top of the coffee table. Leaning back against the cushions, I tried to process what my dream was about.

It was just too real to be a dream, right? It was awfully specific to be a dream. Squinting my eyes, I nodded my head and set my mug on the table. Reaching for my laptop and opening the first browser I could, I searched ‘dream analysis.’ Maybe they’ll have something that can give me an answer as to why it was so clear. Scrolling down the first website, my eyes scanning the bolded letters. Nine Common Dreams and What They Could Mean, oh perfect. Flying, being naked in public, teeth falling out, cheating, none of these are like my dream. I shook my head and swiped out of the website and back to the search engine.

It was late in the morning and the sun was rising to its peak when I finally gave up. It’s obvious what happened though, I’ve gone mental. Absolutely insane, just plain certifiable. No, no, that’s not what it is. My coffee now gone cold, I placed my closed laptop on the coffee table next to the discarded coffee mug. I stood and my head started throbbing. Deciding I would have a better outlook on things without a pounding head, I took a shower. The water was a pleasant, scalding temperature. Leaving the bathroom with my hair in a towel and another wrapped around my body, I changed into a simple pair of ripped mom jeans and an oversized t-shirt. Hanging my towels on the rack in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and then turned out the light as I left.

Today was my one day off of work this week and I was going to savor it. Slipping on a pair of ratty sneakers and grabbing my purse from the hook next to the door, I left my cozy apartment. I locked the door and shoved my keys all the way to the bottom of my purse. I left my building with the intention of trying to shake off the nightmare that I had. To do so, I went into the coffee shop at the end of the block. I pushed the doors open and was greeted with a warm and inviting atmosphere. Dark floors gave way to twinkling lights illuminating the charcoal gray walls. Behind the counter, I make eye contact with the barista and receive a tight-lipped smile from him. “Hi, welcome to Beniot’s Beans. What can I get started for you today?”

I glanced at the chalkboard menu and ran my eyes over it quickly. I already knew what I wanted, but I needed to prepare myself to say it out loud. “Hello, can I get a medium caramel iced coffee to go, please?” I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet as he scribbled my order onto the clear plastic cup. He told me my total as I looted in my wallet for my bills. After placing the money in the register, he explained that they would call my order when it was ready. I nodded and walked off to find somewhere to sit that was out of the way. After situating myself on one of the comfortable armchairs, I pulled my phone out in an effort to discourage human interaction. After retrieving my order from the counter, I sat back down in the armchair, trying to decide what to do next. The hour was just rolling over to being almost lunchtime, which made me realize that I hadn’t eaten anything yet. Shrugging my purse back onto my shoulder and shoving my phone into it, I left the store throwing a small wave to the barista behind the counter.

Sighing contentedly, I made the trek back to my apartment while steadily drinking the iced coffee. Some people say coffee shouldn’t be cold, and then there’s people who have sense. Giggling to myself, I took in my surroundings. Brick buildings lined the small two-way road. The donut shop on the opposite side of the street had two cop cruisers sitting in front of it. The contrasting black and white paint with black lettering outlined in yellow was intimidating. There was no reason for it to be, but there was just an aura of discomfort encapsulating the cars. By this time, I had stopped, slurping on my almost empty iced coffee. Breaking out of my trance with a ring of a bell, four officers exited the donut shop. Two of the officers held off-white cardboard boxes, they were all laughing at something. I tilted my head and scrunched my brows, guess the stereotype about cops is true, they love their donuts. Sensing a stare, one of the officers looked around for the source. Eventually, our gazes locked and he winked. Uh, ew. Making a face, I shook my head and went about my way back to my apartment.

Despite that experience, it was nice to be able to have no specific agenda, just relaxing and going with the flow. My inner monologue stopped when I got to my kitchen and started deciding what to prepare for lunch. Finally landing on a box of macaroni and cheese to satisfy my hunger, I set to work. The pot of water now on the stove, I tossed my empty plastic cup from the coffee shop into the garbage bin. I went around to my living room and grabbed my coffee mug from earlier and placed it in the sink, after rinsing it out. I’ll wash that and the stuff I use for lunch after I finish eating. I dumped the box of uncooked noodles into the now boiling water. Soon, the macaroni was ready to be eaten, so I poured the cheesy noodles into a bowl. Hoisting myself onto the granite countertop, I began to inhale the food. Wow, okay I was hungrier than I thought. It didn’t take long to finish off the noodles. As I was washing the dirty dishes, the intercom system of the apartment went off. Weird, I wasn’t expecting anyone. “Who is it?” I inquired into the speaker box. “Hi, I’m looking for the inhabitant of this flat.”

My brows furrowing, I asked again, “Who is this?”

“Ma’am, please don’t waste my time or yours. Is this the woman who lives in this apartment, yes or no?” They sounded exhausted. “I need to speak with the woman who lives here.” I was shocked, this didn’t seem right. Alright, I’m a woman living alone in an apartment building. Some stranger comes to my building, asking to speak to me, so what do I do?

“Uh, yeah they’re not here. You’ll have to come back later.” The lie was easy. Safety first and all, right? There was no reply after waiting a few minutes, so I went back to doing my dishes. After drying and putting them away, I kicked my shoes off and settled into my couch with a fluffy blue throw. Flicking the TV on, I picked the home improvement channel. I stretched out on the couch while wondering how realtor Bessie May was going to find this couple the perfect home. Snuggling further into the pillows, I was able to drift off into a dreamless slumber.

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It was loud banging that eventually roused me. Untangling myself from the fluff that wrapped around my legs, I toppled onto the floor. “I’m coming, hold your horses!” I shouted at the door. Who the hell? I swear if it’s my crazy neighbor again. “Marge! If this is you, we are going to have a problem!” I huffed my way to the door and yanked it open to reveal a group of men in what looked like dark tactical gear. Confusion overtook my facial features. I took a step back and tightened my grip on my door knob.

“Um… hi? Can I help you?” I questioned the group at large.

“Ma’am, we’re looking for the permanent resident of this apartment.” The man to my left said. He was short and stocky, he was also the only man wearing a dark gray suit. “Are you the permanent resident of this unit?” He continued while trying to see over my shoulders and into the living room.

“No, they’re not here right now.” I repeated the lie from earlier. I had an inkling this had to do with that, what else could it be?

“Well, do you know when she’ll be back?” He pressed, still stealing glances into my abode.

“No, she didn’t say. You’ll have to come back later. Goodbye.” I stated while closing the door. I was almost home free until a combat boot clad foot was stuck into the door frame.

“You see ma’am, this really isn’t the time to be lying to me.” The suited man explained. I took a deep breath and continued trying to close the door.

“Well, I’ve already told you all I know. The person who owns this place isn’t here right now.” The door was stopped yet again by the same foot.

“Ma’am, you need to invite us inside. We have things to discuss.” Suits ordered.

My brows raised, “Or what?” I scoffed, “Look you need to leave before I call the police. Good day to you gentlemen.” Another attempt to close the door was once again defeated, but this time the door swung in. Allowing entrance into my apartment. My eyes widened and I rushed away from the door, putting as much distance between the group of men and myself.

“What the hell are you doing! I’m calling the police.” I reached for my phone that was laying on the coffee table. It was snatched away from me by a man in tactical gear. His hair was cropped and dark, he slipped my phone into one of the many pockets of his vest. I raised my eyebrows at the man, and began demanding my phone from him.

“Listen ma’am, we’re going to need you to come with us.” Suits insisted. My gaze darted to him, if looks could kill man. “We’re allowing you the privilege of getting a bag of your necessities.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm my ever rising nerves. I brought the heels of my palms to my eyes, trying to clear the fogginess of sleep to process what Suits was saying. “We don’t have all day. Get your stuff now.” I shook my head and started refusing.

“Yeah, that won’t be happening. I’m asking you one last time to leave my apartment before I start screaming.” I crossed my arms over my chest in a protective stance. They’ve got five seconds before I raise hell. Suits made a face that looked like he was disappointed.

“Grab her.” The man who took my phone advanced at me. His whole hand covered my upper arm, lifting it and beginning to drag me to the door. I started kicking out, clawing, trying to make contact with anything that I could hurt. Damage, don’t stop fighting. Don’t give in. Whipping my upper body around, I managed to scratch the man's cheek. He cried out in pain and his grip loosened for just a moment. Long enough for me to wrench my arm away from him and run towards the front door. My path was interrupted by a wall of a man. Towering over me, he wrapped both of his arms around my torso. Effectively stopping all of my movement while he turned me in his grasp to face Suits once again.

“Help! Someone help me! Help me!” This was a quiet enough building, shouts like that would surely gain someone’s attention, right? “Help! Someone help me, please!” I was screaming my throat sore. Not stopping until there was a large hand placed over my mouth. Even then, there were muffled cries that could be heard throughout my otherwise silent apartment unit. Stifled sobs were leaving my lungs in heaves. Suits approached me and shook his head,

“It really didn’t have to be like this but, of course.” He turned to one of his goons and nodded his head towards me. I began screaming again as the final goon stepped forward. His hair was slicked back and I could smell the hair gel that he must have just dipped his head into. Hair Gel reached into his pocket and brought out a small white case.

He unzipped the case and gestured to the mass of a man behind me. My head was moved to expose my neck, I struggled against Mass while Hair Gel approached. Screaming and thrashing trying to disrupt what I thought was about to happen. Hair Gel assembled a syringe, outfitting it with a blue capped needle. Hair Gel extracted a clear liquid into the syringe, he got closer to my jolting body, glaring at Mass.

“Hold her still, you buffoon.” He grunted at Mass. The grip around me began cutting off my circulation to the lower half of my body. Not deterring me in any way, I still made it as hard as I could for Hair Gel. There was a pinch on the side of my neck, and then a warm feeling passed through my body. Mass’s hand was still covering my mouth and his arms around my torso, if it weren’t for that I probably would’ve fallen straight to the ground. Oh hell man, what am I going to do now?

My body went limp in Mass’s hold, and my mind was starting to become fuzzy. Looking around at the three men in front of me, I worried what was going to happen. I’ve seen Taken. I know what happens to girls who travel alone. That kind of stuff doesn’t happen to people like me. Suits sighed yet again, looking disinterested in the whole affair. Suits looked to the man who I scratched and shook his head at him.

“You seriously let her get her hands on you?” Suits mocked, “That’s pathetic, Gomez.”

“Pathetic? She was clawing me, man!” The man, Gomez, defended.

“It doesn’t matter, you idiot. You still aren’t supposed to let it happen.” Suits berated Gomez and then waved him off, “Go get the stuff. And don’t mess it up this time, ya got that?” Gomez rolled his eyes at Suits, but nodded anyway. He left the room towards my bedroom. My eyelids started drooping, I willed them to stay open a bit longer.

“How long’s it gonna take that stuff to kick in?” Suits asked Hair Gel.

“Oh, it starts working immediately.” Hair Gel finished replacing everything in his white case, turning to me, he continued, “The body reacts to the compound right away, inducing temporary paralysis. It’s really quite remarkable to watch it in action.”

Suits glanced at Hair Gel, “You mean to tell me it doesn’t make them unconscious? What the hell did I bring you along for?”

“Of course it makes the victim unconscious, what do you think I’m stupid or something? It just takes a couple of minutes for the enzyme to break down for the brain.” Hair Gel tilted his head while looking at me. He gave me a once over and if I had any kind of control over my body, there would’ve been an unmistakable shiver that passed through my body. Gomez emerged with a duffle in tow and dumped the closed bag on the couch.

“Don’t forget the laptop, Gomez.” Suits reminded him while his attention was on the kitchen of my apartment. “Alright, let’s go.” With the effort it takes to lift a feather, Mass carried me bridal style out of my unit. My eyelids were becoming even more heavy and I screamed and shouted in my head, but my mouth just wouldn’t move. The four men made their way out, passing my crazy neighbor Marge.

“Can I help you boys with something?” Marge’s door was open, and she leaned up against the frame, watching this scene go down.

“Nothing to be worried about ma’am. This is official government business.” Suits reported, simply shrugging off Marge.

“Government business?” Marge shrieked, and a glimmer of hope flashed in my head. Marge won’t fall for your bullshit Suits. She’s going to save me. “I always knew there was something off about that one.” What the hell, Marge?

“Like I said ma’am, nothing to worry about. Now if you would, just go back inside. We’re done here.” Suits advised. Marge, who was none the wiser, bounced her shoulders and turned back into her own unit. She could be heard through the door explaining to her guests that her next door neighbor was always strange and never really sat right with her.

“Doesn’t surprise me they’re taking her away. I always knew something was off about that girl. I told you so.” Marge howled with laughter after her statement. My last hope dashed by my crazy neighbor’s complete ignorance and lack of acknowledgement for her surroundings. Mass began his descent of the stairs with a steady pace. The constant rocking back and forth of his body weight served to lull my eyelids the rest of the way closed.

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ifeellikeameowster · 4 years

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E.V.O.L Chapter 2 - On No!

Chapter Summary: Logan is finally done with his workday and can now retire to his living quarter upstairs. He starts reviewing his notes for the day only to find a few inconsistencies and a startling conclusion...

Warnings: Beginnings of Yandere like behavior, mentions of stalking, emotional breakdown, breaking of objects.

Pairings: One-sided analogical.

Word Count: 4k+

Chapter followed by Author’s Note then Tag List under the read more:

One track mind, one track heart.

If I fail, I'll fall apart.

Maybe it is all a test.

'Cause I feel like I'm the worst,

So I always act like I'm the best.

Logan Sumner, self proclaimed magical child prodigy and warlock extraordinaire, always had three cups of coffee throughout his typical work day. One cup before breakfast, one in the middle of lunch, and finally one after his dinner. Dr Sumner was well known in the magical community as a stickler for his routine and the outbursts that were sure to follow if anything trivial ever dared to interrupt said routine. Though the particular interruptions that had occurred earlier that day hadn’t bothered him nearly as much as they should have. Almost as if-

He tightened his lips and jerkily shook his head to rid himself of that train of thought before it could even leave the station. Instead, he steered ever sturdily and steadily forward and into his quaint dining room table’s only occupying chair. It was time for dinner, after all. He whistled out into the air of the sparsely decorated apartment atop his shop for his two wonderful and trustworthy Familiars.

Moriariy, punctual as per usual, was the first to join him. Flying in from the direction of his bedroom and landing at the other end of the table, where a small plate of little seeds and several lush fruits awaited him. His other Familiar, however, followed along at his typical slower pace. Slinking in from the direction of the stairwell and stopping beside him at the foot of the table, where a larger plate of tenderly cooked meats awaited him.

“Did you have a good run, Sheppard?” Logan asks the Valravn as he runs a gentle hand along the canine’s back.

Sheppard, who was slightly more wild in nature than the Yatagarasu, would occasionally leave the shop for the later half of their work day in order to have a refreshing romp in the nearest forest- the one just outside of Painic Park. Logan never once worried over his return, for his Familiars had never failed him before. Which is one of the many reasons he got along better with them than with his other, more humanoid peers.

The handsome pitch black wolf with scattered feathers along his form, bird’s talons as front legs, and a sharp beak perched at the end of his snout gave a tired out, low swooping nod at the query. His warlock gave him a quick pat on the head for his reply and turned away to focus on his own meal.

It was a hearty and well balanced dinner of steak and salad, yet Logan could not help but feel as though he was craving something else entirely different. Perhaps it was the usual pull towards his work he so often felt? Nodding along to the notion, he picked up his cutlery in order to dig in. One cannot think well on an empty stomach, as the saying goes. Once he began eating, his polite and surprisingly patient Familiars began to eat their own meals as well.

After dinner he immediately washes the small amount of dishes used during the day. It was best not to let them pile up too much, as he was a man that loathed disorder and messiness.

Moriarty swooped in to help place the assorted plates and glasses back on the shelves while Sheppard strode his way over to the living room to lay between Logan’s grey loveseat and the small brick fireplace. Knowing full well that that seat was where Logan would be spending the next couple of hours as he casually went over the day’s work.

Moriarty, on the other hand, would spend the time flitting between nesting on the cushion beside him, perching on the back of the loveseat, and resting himself upon Logan’s shoulder. His movements were easily predictable for Logan, who hardly ever got startled by the bird. Well, with the exception of…

The warlock pinched the bridge of his nose as he made his own way into the living room while holding his last cup of coffee of the day, sending Moriarty a look that somehow managed to be questioning, exasperated, and fond all rolled into one as he passed by him.

Why had the bird practically launched himself towards their newest client? Normally, if his Familiars invaded a strangers personal space so abruptly upon first meeting them then that meant that they saw them as a threat and were acting fast to protect their warlock. But that had apparently not been the case at all! Moriarity had....had proceeded to cuddle the darkly dressed man in an overly affectionate and quite frankly rude manner. His Familiars, as he had mentioned to the fellow, usually did not like anyone other than Logan. Only finding exception in long time acquaintances that he held a particular camaraderie with. Especially Moriarty because he was Logan’s first and therefore most bonded. The client in question, however...Had seemed to not mind at all...And had just happily soaked up the bird’s affection towards him. He had taken it all in with an alarmingly charming smile and softened voice that almost made his knees-

He falls into the loveseat, gripping the edge of the cushions with one hand and trying not to spill his fresh coffee with the other as he sits down. Anchoring his thoughts before he lets them set sail into some illusionary sunset. He needed to forget about that odd incident. He needed to start thinking straight again. He needed to get some more work done.

Don't do love, don't do friends.

I'm only after success.

Don't need a relationship.

I'll never soften my grip.

With a resolved sigh the warlock reached over to the end table beside the loveseat, placed the just barely saved cup atop it’s coaster, scooped up the couple of notebooks that were there, and began looking through his notes on all of his meetings for the day. As he read through them, however, he began to feel unnaturally antsy. He chewed on his bottom lip. He tapped his nails against the cover. He hopped his foot continuously up and down. Sensing his uneasiness, Moriarty lets out a questioning caw soon followed by Sheppard’s concerned woof.

“I’m fine.” He rasps out, “It’s just…” His eyes flicker towards the second notebook, the one now laying right beside his thigh. The one he would read second. Because he always read everything in chronological order and he would never skip around. Not for anything. Because it was very important that he remained well organized and timely in his work. So he would leave that one for later, for only after he had finished this one first. He would leave it there and he would-

Proceed to snatch it up immediately, entirely disregarding the previous notebook, which promptly and tragically fell onto the floor. Poor first notebook. Your fate belongs with the pen now.

“It’s this.” He hisses out as he flips on over to page thirty two. The beginning of his notes on his noon appointment, who had actually arrived an overwhelmingly terrible amount of one and a half hours late. Which had set him further on edge than he already was after dealing with Misses Stockbean around ten o’clock that morning, who had demanded more Ozian Poppy seeds than the original agreed amount for half the usual price. So understandably, he might have been a tad snappy towards the bloke at first but he had tried to soften at least a little bit after seeing how anxious the poor guy really was. But then, oh then, Moriarty had preceded to act entirely too strange for him which set Logan right back on edge again. After he had calmed his Familiar down with promises of extra fruits at dinner that night if he stayed quietly upstairs for the remainder of the appointment, he had finally been able to start to interview him.

Monday, September 23rd. Virgil Spurling. Age 26. Self Employed. Lives with his three adoptive parents, Thomas Proudfoot, Talyn Banes, and Joan Vivas. Only spends time with either the three of them, or his two honorary cousins Remington Sexton and Otto Toby Haggard. No living friends outside of the family. No current romantic or sexual partners. Has dark brown hair with light brown highlights. Has long bangs that fall over his eyes, sometimes almost covering them completely. Has rather stormy hazel blue eyes that almost appear violet depending on the lighting he is in. Has pronounced dark circles under his eyes- which are concerning. Has a lovely onyx teardrop piercing on his left cheek and a pair of matching dahlia piercings besides his lips. Has rounded, soft pink lips with a thinner upper lip and a thicker, more bitable lower lip and-

Wait a minute, just what kind of notes had he been taking the entire time he was conducting this interview?! He skips ahead two pages and he’s still just on the physical description section. His physical descriptions had always been more concise and to the point before now. He didn’t quite understand what had happened this time in order to change that. He skims ahead more to try and pinpoint any change or clue anywhere in all of this absurdity.

Has brushed his bangs aside and placed them beside his ear to allow me to see that he has a tattoo behind his ear, on the side of his neck, comprised of a complicated swirl of black roses and thorns. It looks like it would have been painful to get but compliments the structure of the junction between his neck and shoulder nicely. It makes one wonder if he would appreciate someone’s equally difficult yet proudly designed tattoos of assorted constellations across one’s rib cages-

Okay, just why had he started talking about his own tattoos? These notebooks weren’t for some diary-esque documentation of himself. They were for taking professional notes so that he made sure he remembered the most important details of, and information for, all of his assorted clientele. Skip ahead further!

He is surprisingly smart. He is as quick witted as he is sharp-tongued. Metaphorically, of course. Physically, his actual tongue is baby pink and soft, if the few times it has darted out to lick nervously over his lips and teeth are of any indication. He hates pick up lines. Understandable. I find them pointless as well. He. Him. He too has memorized the entire periodic table of elements and is actually fluent in using their abbreviated symbols to make multiple words. Impressive. Breathtaking-

Well at least he seemed to be finally past the physical description now. Yet those strange sentences kept popping up and intertwining themselves where they had no right to be. Even if that had been rather breathtaking at the time it still...It still didn’t explain...Skip ahead! Skip ahead!

He lost his only friend at much too young of an age. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he must feel. How I would have felt were I in his place. He deserves to be comforted and well looked after. He needs a hug. A nice long, extended hug. Perhaps, seeing as I am the only one here with him as of the moment and thusly the only person currently available to do so I could-

Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there past Logan! One should never initiate physical contact with their client without their express consent. He knew that, of course. He knew that and yet he had written...He had written far too much about himself, is what he had done. Wasn’t he supposed to be finding Virgil a suitable romantic and/or sexual partner? How could he do that if he was too busy writing about himself and what...what he wanted? And wait, he wanted? He...yearned? And just for what, exactly? Skip-

He likes poetry. Specifically gothic poetry. That is one of my many favorites as well. I have a rather extensive collection in my shop that I could share with him-

Oh Merlin.

He prefers Astronomy as well. Rather surprising, actually, given his darker appearance and habit of speaking- I had wrongly pegged him for someone much more superstitious. A nice surprise. A welcome one. He seems hyper fixated on the plethora of bird-associated constellations which is highly endearing. There is a new large telescope being currently housed in the recently opened observatory section of the Morph Museum, which is not that far of a walk from my shop. Perhaps I could take him-

Oh Merryweather.

He likes bath bombs and the hand soap that foams. He likes collecting seashells and storing little hidden trinkets in them. He likes feeling the gentler tides lap across his feet but dislikes ever actually going any further into the water unless someone he trusts is there with him. Meanwhile, I personally haven’t been out metal detecting in a while maybe I could go with-

Oh Mages of Both Old and New!

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be.

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine.

I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy.

Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh!

Logan tosses the notebook back down onto the couch, a notably much safer place than the floor, and lets out a choked, broken sob. Using his hands to haphazardly tug on his hair, he somehow hopes to numb his ever spiraling thoughts like a brain freeze might do so after drinking a cold beverage too fast but it’s not working. Nothing’s working and-

And there’s a lick on one of his hands. He blinks aside a few tears he hadn’t even realized had fallen in the first place and sees that Sheppard had risen to his height by standing on his hind paws and was now trying to gently get his warlock to stop abusing his own scalp. Meanwhile, Moriarty was darting back and forth across the room, obviously trying to locate the source of Logan’s clear distress. He manages a breathy chuckle at that despite his current haggard condition and decides to wrap his arms gently around Sheppard’s feathered scuff instead.

“Really,” he praises, “What would I do without you two?”

Sheppard huffs back at him, which roughly translated to Nothing, obviously. And causes Logan to break out into a more genuine laugh this time before sinking to his knees and bringing the pup softly down with him. He evens his breathing out as Shep licks consolingly at his hands and arms. “What am I going to do, boy?” he mumbles as he uses his dress shirt’s pocket handkerchief to dab at the stray tears with one arm as he still clings to the wolf with his other. “This can’t be happening, right? It just can’t.” He gets no response at that, however, probably since the poor canine can’t entirely grasp the emotional severity of the situation.

Deciding to just toss the handkerchief into the nearest bin instead of sending it through the wash as per usual whenever he dirtied it, he finally lets go of Sheppard, stands back up, and brushes off his pants legs. Upon glancing towards the looming form of the notebook where it still lay tauntingly on the couch’s cushions, he guffaws a more strained and panicked laugh as his thought train not only takes off down the tracks but also entirely derails off course.

If you are not very careful,

Your possessions will possess you.

TV taught me how to feel,

Now real life has no appeal.

“What have I always told myself, hm?” He gestures wildy, causing Moriarty to stop his frantic searching in order to look towards him and for Sheppard to perk back up into attention as well. “What have I always told myself even way back in school? Even though other more hormonal mages always disagreed with me, what were the words I always stuck by, huh?” The two Familiars shared a brief confused look between the two of them.

Logan stops to run a hand through his hair in hopes of straightening it up a bit from it’s tousled state. “What words not only got me through school but also allowed me to reach my full potential and achieve the placement of top student?” He allows himself to take a moment to stroke a hand over each of the surfaces of all the awards aligning the top shelf of his smallest bookcase, located on the other side of the loveseat than the end table was. These were the backups of the awards he kept in his shop downstairs, just in case a particularly rowdy customer ever managed to break one. After his fingers left the “Best Little Potion Maker’s” one, he pushed himself away from the area entirely and headed swiftly towards the hallway in front of the staircase.

It has no appeal.

It has no appeal!

His ever attentive Familiars followed worriedly behind him until they stop just before the steps. He flourishes a harsh, pointed finger at the few portraits hanging on the wall there. “What words were going to eventually get me all the way to the top of Heartwish City’s very own magical community? But are now just...Just dead pipe dreams!” His two most trusted creature companions, still ever so confused by his current trail of logic, made hushed little questioning noises.

Ripping the topmost portrait off of the wall, he began to hiss his next words at it as if the object itself had managed to personally offend him. “Focus on your work. Never fall prey to your feelings. You need to be successful in life more than you need to personally engage in any inane romantic or sexual endeavors.” Merlin’s painted facade stared blankly and unchangingly back at him. In utter retaliation at the silence, he tosses it frame and all down the stairs. Upon remembering Logan’s aversion to untidiness, Sheppard slinks slowly down them to go collect the scattered remains.

Don't want cash, don't want card.

Want it fast, want it hard.

Don't need money, don't need fame.

I just want to make a change.

“Lot of good that did me, boys!” He continues to deliriously shout out, “All these years and not even so much of an inkling of said feelings and yet over the course of one idiotically ineffable day I’ve managed to gain what is essentially a childish schoolyard crush!” He managed to breathe out all in one go before slumping tiredly against the side of the stairwell.

In a Eureka! moment Moriarty begins to excitedly flit to and fro while hurriedly chirping at his warlock. Almost too fast for him to be able to sense the meaning of. “Wait, slow down a bit Mori. What are you-” More hard to decipher chirps, “Hold on, move in? What on earth gave you that idea? No, he’s not going to-” More persistent caws this time, “Well, of course we both like him, I’ve literally just now established that already and- And wait just a moment.”

He scoops the bird gently into his palms. “You liked him first, didn’t you?” One short caw confirmed a resounding Yes. for him. “Did you know, then? Could you have possibly sensed that he’s perfect for me? For us?” He stutters out a breathy laugh, “That’s what that whole debacle was about, wasn’t it?” The crow coos soothingly back up at him and gives him a love bite on the bridge of his nose. Logan releases Moriarty back into the air, along with the emotions connected to his previous outburst, and leans back to place his hands firmly on his hips while he stood proudly back up on his own two feet.

“Just look at me, behaving so ridiculously over the top for such a trivial matter. Throwing a temper tantrum even! Just what would my old professors say, if they saw me now?” He shuffles over to the other side of the hallway where a small cabinet is and opens one of the drawers. “After all, I am more than perfectly capable of handling more than one problem at a time, am I not?” There was both a cheerfully agreeable caw and howl at that, which caused him to finally smile happily again. “And besides, it might not even last all that long. Crushes and mere infatutations are usually short lived!” He rifles through the drawer’s contents until he finds another portrait that was dusty and slightly cracked in one of the upper hand corners. Shutting the drawer and striding back over to the stairwell he holds it up to see if it’ll fit in the arrangement. “Yes, this’ll do perfectly.”

I just wanna change.

I just wanna change!

“And well, if it does last longer or just so happens to escalate further, then...” He concludes as he places the portrait on the spot with a short spell to fix the hook he had broken earlier and steps back to admire the new set up, “His parents never specified that I couldn't be the one I chose for his match, now did they?” Morgan Le Fey, now sitting atop the others as if on a throne made up of the mages, gives him a subtly wicked and tilted smile in response.

He mirrors her expression for the briefest of moments before spinning on his heel and heading towards the only window on the top floor of his building. The warlock steps into his bedroom, pushes the curtains aside, and undoes the latches in the center. As he thrusts the two panes wide open, Moriarty joins his side once more.

“Ah, perfectly punctual as always, Moriarty.” he praises as the bird lands on the back of his hand before leaning in to whisper conspiratorially to him, “Before any new endeavor one embarks on in their life, they should always research properly first, yes?” After his Familiar nods in agreement he continues onwards, “And I’m sure you want to see him again soon yourself, right?” Upon realizing who his warlock was talking about, the bird fluffs up his feathers in anticipation. “Exactly, so this all makes perfect sense.” He waves away any other possible negative notions with a sweep of his hand and turns swiftly back towards the open window.

The sun was setting now. The doctor briefly recalled a time, as a kid, where he had stayed up long past his bedtime not only to see the sunset but to also test out his newest telescope. Back then, before he had properly entered into his magical schooling, he had been far more into scientific pursuits at the time. Though he still held a liking towards them now that he was older, what really currently consumed him was his work with all things magical and mythical. Though now, after today, a new beast of a subject was rounding the corner to have it’s turn eating away at his soul. Maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky enough, he could manage to take a bite out of it first.

“Alright, Moriarity, you know what you must do.” He interrupted the nostalgic scene and swung the arm the Yatagarasu was perched upon out the window and into the open picturesque evening air. His voice took on a booming echo, “Go forth and gather all that we must know, Though never your own cover you must blow.”

All three of his Familiar’s eyes flashed with the royal blue color of Logan’s magic before the third eye disappeared into the feathers of his forehead and his third leg was tucked away into the feathers of his tail. They both breathed a collective sigh of relief at another spell well cast, despite the roller coaster of emotions that they had all been through that day. Moriarty gave him one final nod in reassurance of their plan and took off into the ever changing dusk sky.

The warlock stayed by the window long enough to watch until his Familiar’s form disappeared over the horizon then set about closing and locking it back up. His other Familiar trudged upwards from the stairs, through the small apartment, and into his bedroom. Giving him a huff to announce his presence.

“Oh, you cleaned it up?” he asked the Valravn, who butted his head against his thigh, “Thank you, though I could have gotten it myself later.” A grunt followed that and he chuckled as he scratched behind the canine’s ears, “Yes, yes you're a good boy. Now let’s head to bed, shall we?” Sheppard pulled away from the affection to howl at the window. “Moriarty? He’s...running an errand. He’ll be a while.” To which he received the most pointed look a dog’s face could ever muster. He shivered as he felt the intrinsically implied Can’t hide things from me, we’re bonded. and cleared his throat to correct himself, “He’s watching over our dear new acquaintance, Virgil. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to meet him yourself soon.”

Much more satisfied by that answer, Shep hopped up onto his rightful spot at the foot of the bed. Where he settled down to wait as Logan went through his nightly routine of partially getting ready for the next work day, cleaning himself up, and changing into his pajamas.

Meanwhile, the coffee mug in the living room on the dark wooden end table still sat forgotten and untouched. Where it would no doubt remain throughout the entire night.

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly.

I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly.

I'm gonna fail, gonna die, die, die, die.

A/N: So I’m still a dirty rotten no good procrastinator. But! Hopefully it’ll help make up for the wait just a little bit that I’ll be posting both chapters 2 and 3 in quick secession. Along with a short, one-off Creativitwins fanfic (coming soon) based off of the latest episode (SVS Part 2). Hope you’ll enjoy! ^ . ^ “”” Also, I’ll no longer be going through the original post for reblogs to add to the taglist. So if anyone wants to be added to it please dm or ask me and let me know! ;3

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Long Lost and Found (Sriracha, Part 34.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: The summer of '85, also known as the summer you've died inside. Mourning can be a good thing - as soon as you won't let it bring you down. It was already January and whether you liked it or not, it was the right time to move on.

A/N: Okay, surely, this is not cannon so I left the reasons why he is back vague. But inspired by Warm Foothills by Alj-J and Enfance 80 by VIDEOCLUB.

Word count: 3.5 K

Tagging: @nemodoren, @creedslove, @missdictatorme, @ysljordy

Master list: H E R E

Hawkins winter of '86 - the January was quite tough with all of you already, not even speaking about the New Year's Eve. The snow was everywhere and the roads were poorly taken care of since the new police chief didn't exactly know when to start to take care of the roads. They tried their best... But it wasn't enough.

You almost had two crashes before you made it to Enzo's. Before that, the car didn't want to start again and you almost had to cancel the dinner. You were almost crying when you tried to make the engine work, your dad ending helping you in the end. Jim knew how to start that car, yet you still didn't learn shit. You were just counting with him to start your can during winter. Also, it started snowing at that time again.

You had called Eleven just an hour ago, but it seemed to be the whole infinity. She was your baby girl - and you were her mom. Or at least someone who she took as a mother figure. She missed you pretty bad and so did you miss her. But you knew that Joyce takes better care of her than you could.

In the end, you were still a college student. But you did spend your Christmas with her, buying her some new clothes, giving her a few mixtapes and also cooked the Christmas dinner with her - Joyce and her family made it to Hawkins along with Jonathan and Will - and Eleven stayed at your parents' place almost the whole time, except the day after, that day she spent with Mike and friends. She was calling your mom granny and she hadn't called you differently than mom.

That was why her absence was tearing you apart so badly. You wanted to kiss her forehead and wish her a good night like you always did, or just take her shopping, bake sweets with her, talk about boys or just paint her fucking nails. You had one another but at this time in both your lives, it wasn't possible to be together.

You were already missing her, even if she told you that she loves you just an hour ago. You would do anything for her to tell you again. But you had a meeting planned and your mom told you to go meet him. She knew that he isn't a boyfriend material in your eyes and she didn't even want you to date him, but it should make you think about different things.

Nobody was pushing you to move forward. It was alright to feel grief and pain, but in your case, it was taking too long. The grieving slowly fell into depression and you knew it, you just thought that you don't have enough weapons to fight it. So your mom took the situation to her hands and finally accepted the long time offered meeting. He just wanted to talk. He knew you loved and missed Hopper, but at that point, he was worried for you.

And it was a good idea. It was a better idea than just to cry in your bed all night and miss Hopper. Seriously, how many times did you already went through your family photos? How many times did you refuse to take off his t-shirt or binged your Magnum P.I. tapes and westerns? You were completely out of order.

So when he saw you in front of Enzo's in your best dress and coat, he immediately stood up and gave you a warm, friendly smile. Something had changed about Steve Harrington. He wasn't the highschooler pinning after you, not anymore. He was a grown-up man who was simply worried about you. A friend you could count on, a shoulder you could cry on and a man to protect you from yourself.

Before he helped you with taking off the coat, he hugged you. It didn't matter that your coat is wet from the dissolving snow, he just pressed your body onto his. He chose a good table and a great restaurant, they were rumored to cook the best dishes in Hawkins. Italian cuisine, you heard.

"You look good, really good. Better than two weeks ago." - Steve complimented you and you just smiled at him. Yeah, you were slowly getting better - you didn't have your hair greasy 24/7 and you started to work on a sleep schedule.

"You don't look bad yourself, Harrington." - You clapped back with your typical dry humor and Steve couldn't but open up his mouth. This was almost you Steve had remembered. A bit underweighted with an unhealthy skin tone, but the person in front of him was starting to have the same personality traits you were known for.

"Give me the coat, pretty lady, I'll fetch it to the dressing room." - Steve smiled and helped you with taking it off. You grinned back, thinking about his gentlemancy and politeness, but you didn't tell a word. It was nice of him.

When you sat down, Steve had a happy expression. You finally weren't sitting at home, drowning yourself with thoughts about Hopper, which was maybe a small step forward, but the smallest first steps were the most important in the end.

"Stare at me one more minute the way you're staring now and I'll disappear." - You bickered with a playful tone and Steve nodded, giving himself and you the menu. You knew which wine to order because Jim sometimes bought you a bottle in Enzo's, but the food was a mystery for you.

"How's Eleven doing? Heard Joyce was in town for Christmas... Well... Heard. I was spending some time with them playing D&D, Robin was there with me. El seemed to be doing fine." - Steve said with an honest smile. He knew that Eleven is the safest and the most dangerous topic at the same time, but he was curious.

"She's... She's doing great in Maine. After a long discussion, Joyce made Eleven going to a public school. She was out of her mind when she started to learn about physics and biology. She has a lot of friends and I heard she's getting along with Will." - You answered with a big smile, stopping the conversation while the waiter was writing down your offer.

"Wow. I remember the days when she could barely speak and now, she has two great moms and speaks in essays." - Steve said cheerfully, making you chuckle a bit. That was right. Eleven had two full-time moms who loved her and would do anything for her. She had a lot of friends at Maine and in Hawkins as well. She was finally living the normal life she always deserved.

"That's right. The nights with vocabulary and grammar books were endless, but it paid off." - You grinned and thanked when the waiter brought you your favorite wine. He poured some to your glass, giving Steve the Pepsi he ordered.

"You loved teaching her how to talk, come on." - Harrington teased you and you giggled, nodding.

"I would pay any price to live through those nights again." - You said quietly, going down the memory lane for a while. Then, Steve started to talk about what he was up to and how he's doing. You were leaning your chin into your palm and nodded in the rhythm of his speech.

You were surprised about what Steve was up to - he had grown up so much that you barely didn't recognize him or his personality. But you adored that. This Steve was really interesting and funny, which was a difference from the cocky highschool king.

"Thank you for taking me out." - You smiled at Steve and he just smiled back. This was a priority for him - to make a friend laugh. He couldn't take the years of pinning after you back, but he could repay you like that. He wasn't a friend with Aiden anymore, they still greeted and had a word when they met, but they weren't spending as much as they did before. The strong feelings Steve had maybe disappeared, but care for you as a person was still him.

You continued with talking while you ate, Steve making you completely forget about how sad and alone you were.

When Hopper died in Starcourt, nobody told you what happened there because Hopper didn't wish you to know, it felt like someone tore a part of you. That part just vanished into some kind of void and you couldn't find it. It wasn't even existing anymore. You were just half of your former you. And Steve could make it disappear. And you couldn't even say how grateful you were.

As you laughed, you looked away from your dish, and Steve and your gaze lingered over a man walking in the almost stormy night. The snow was falling so quickly that you almost didn't see the road in front of Enzo's.

His movements were similar to Jim's, which reminded you of all the bad thoughts that were circling in your head for the last two months. But that wasn't Jim, for sure - he was bald and mustache-less, he also seemed to be way slimmer.

"What caught your eye?" - Steve spoke with his mouth full of food, looking in the same direction. The man seemed to look into Enzo's, his palms in the big, old, torn in places winter coat.

"That man. I thought he's Jim for a moment." - You told Steve and suddenly, he could feel the instant shift in your mood. You started to breathe heavily and a panic attack was coming your way. Tears were coming to your eyes and before you could close your eyes, Steve's palm caught yours. It wasn't a romantic gesture, he was just keeping you in the present.

"Hey, stop panicking, yeah? Maybe it's s sign. Maybe you should get up and go to talk to that man. Right now." - He proposed and you looked at him as if he went crazy Steve rose his eyebrows and nodded even faster.

"Are you fucking serious?" - You asked with an opened mouth. Steve shook his shoulders and then got up, running to the storm outside. He ran to the man and spoke to him for a while, before coming back to you. He looked almost terrified, shocked, to say the least. He stood in front of the table for a second, fidgeting his fingers.

"I... Um... Now really think you should at least talk to him." - Steve told you with sincerity in his voice, looking like he's about to throw up. His forehead got sweaty and his voice was shaking.

"Steve, that's a bad idea. I don't think I'm ready..." - You tried to say no, but Steve just shook your head and took your palm once again.

"Y/N listen to me. You have to get up and go to talk to that man. Now. Immediately. He's waiting for you in the stormy night, don't leave him hanging." - He told you with some kind of unknown urgency in his voice. You knew that he's serious for some reason.

"Alright, who's a psycho now? Jesus." - You mumbled and got up, you rolled your dress a bit down before leaving into the stormy night to see why Steve made you talk to him.

"I'm sorry about my friend out there." - You giggled nervously and almost froze down. The wind was almost ice-cold, the snow didn't stop falling for a second. - "He sometimes gets into super scary psycho moods and makes me do things I wouldn't normally do." - You started shyly, hugging yourself while looking at the back of the man's bald head. There was hair growing, actually, but it was a short while since someone shaved it all off.

"Like this, for an instance. I don't usually talk to strangers. It's freezing, isn't it? Aren't you cold? I can give you some money for a bowl of soup and some motel." - You offered him and put a hand on his shoulder. He almost jumped at that sudden contact, almost as if you hurt him. You immediately put the hand back, still trying not to freeze down.

Steve Harrington was just insane. Why did he make you come there in the first place? To talk with some hobo? Jesus.

There was a long silence when your body started to tremble. Your lips were getting a bit blue-ish tone since you stood there in dress reaching your knees and high heels.

"I've missed you, have I told you that?" - The man asked quietly, still not facing you. Your mouth just opened up in sudden shock. You didn't feel cold anymore, you were ready to screw the snow and to just... You didn't even know. What did he say? You closed your eyes and replayed that last sentence. That was something Jim Hopper would've told you. Such short, but emotional words. - "And I thought this conversation will be much different. But anythin' I imagined couldn't prepare me for this."

And with that, the man looked at you. The whole Hawkins froze for a second. Your eyes scanned his facial expressions piece after piece, and your heart somehow knew that even if he doesn't look like him anymore, it's Hopper. It was Hopper standing in front of you, with his hands in his pockets, licking his lips, having some crazy beard and no hair, being extremely underweighted, and somehow being even more odd-looking than you were.

The panic attack was on in seconds, you couldn't catch your breath and without you even want to, you fell onto your knees. The world was spinning too fast while your brain was too slow. You couldn't quite catch what was even happening. You were crying and hyperventilating at the same time, unable to even hiss.

"Hey, are you okay?" - Hopper got on his knees and touched you with uncertainty. He still didn't believe you're real. He imagined you so many times that you could be nothing more than his imagination. Hopper was sincerely afraid to touch you.

You weren't okay. You were anything but ok. The breath seemed to be stuck in your throat, your eyes were watering, your lips were opened.

"Hey, hey, hey. I told you you're not going that road again and you better listen to me." - You heard a familiar voice of Steve Harrington and you felt him covering you in your coat. He paid the dinner and fetched you the coat because he knew that once you'll see Hopper alive and well, you're going to be fucked up. And hey, he was right, to say the least.

"What's wrong with her?" - Hopper asked with clear fear in his voice and Steve helped you in your legs since Hopper was still unable to even get closer. You slowly closed your eyes and leaned your head in the crook of Steve's neck, still crying and breathing heavily.

"She's been like that since Eleven left to Maine with Joyce. Once even Eleven disappeared, she was out of use, from school to work and otherwise. She pulled herself together for Christmas, but she's still not quite okay." - Steve mumbled and practically dragged you to your car. - "Can you drive? She's freaked up."

"I can try, but I think it will come back naturally. I haven't driven for only half a year in the end." - Hopper answered with mumbling and took our keys out of your purse. Still the same key, still the same car, but not quite the same lady. - "Have I done that?"

"No, don't be silly. You haven't - your disappearance did. More or less, it's the Russians' fault, but who am I to judge?" - Steve said and with Hopper's help, they put you on the back seats. - "You go first, I'll drive behind you. We'll take her to her house. She needs a bath and goes to sleep as soon as possible."

Hopper nodded with determination and sat down behind the steering wheel. It was something so normal, so ordinary, it felt like an everyday classic. To drive. Just to drive. And he hasn't done any of that in weeks and months. With shaky hands, he started the engine and with a deep breath, he started to drive the car back so it would fit the road.

His eyes were jumping between you and the road - and he didn't know what was terrifying him more. Was it the closing up pavement or you, now quiet at least, crying? He couldn't honestly say. He was slowly starting to remember how your car was working - the bad engine that could stop working at basically any minute, your heating was working only when it wanted to and the steering wheel was stiffed with how old it was.

It was just a one, long misty drive to your house - Hopper remembered only three things: you crying on the back seat, the snow was falling so heavily that he couldn't see the road in front of him and the lights of Harrington's car. The only three things he could recall.

When both the cars stopped in front of the house, Hopper could say that even your house is still the same as it used to be. The same porch, same terrace, the same color, only covered in snow. Your mom was sitting in the living room along with your brother, your father was probably somewhere off.

"Don't be afraid and pick her up bridal style, take her to bed. Come on." - Steve opened up the backseat door and helped with taking you out of the car. When that was done, Steve locked your car, put the keys back to your purse, and went to knock on the door.

Jim was carrying you, looking you in the face. Your lips were pressed together, your eyes widened and sad, your palm pressed on the place where his heart was pounding. You could feel it. You weren't crying anymore, but your mind sure was confused.

"Are you here, or do I have hallucinations again?" - You asked and put your temple on his shoulder, your smile was contained, you almost seemed to be delusional. Jesus, you were in a really bad state.

"I'm here. Unless you figured out how to levitate." - Hopper mumbled back and you chuckled with an uneasy feeling. Steve was talking to your mom as Jim walked up the stairs with you in his arms.

"I don't know. This just doesn't feel real. Are you going to disappear as you did before?" - The pain in your voice was unbearable. You were genuinely worried about him disappearing once again - did you see him any time before, then? Were hallucinations a part of your daily life? At least, he knew that he left some kind of neurosis behind. And he honestly hated himself for that. Hopper's fingers dug a bit deeper into your upper thigh as he carried you just behind the door.

"I'm here. You should sleep now." - Hopper whispered and kissed your temple hastily. He almost missed the spot.

"I don't want to. What if I'm going to wake up and you're not here?" - You whispered back while Steve was waiting for your mom to open up.

"I'm not plannin' or leavin'. You won't be able to shake me off." - Hopper hummed and the door finally opened up. Your mom was a bit furrowed when she opened the door and tied the ribbon around her waist, but at soon as she looked around, she was surprised and almost out of breath.

The three of you were standing outside - Steve looking nervous, almost as if he was feeling sick, you being held in bridal style, and... Hopper holding you in his arms. Jesus, he was looking just terrible, she could barely recognize him. His hair was gone, his face was tired and pale with dark circles under his eyes. Hopper looked like shit.

"Come in. All of you. Now." - Your mom told and stepped aside to let everybody in. Jim was holding you up from the bottom of his last will, his muscles were uncontrollably flexing and trembling. He was too weak to carry you around and it could be seen. - "Steven, take her and help me to get her to her room. Hopper, bath, immediately."

She sent him off and Jim looked back at her, then at Steve, who came closer and put his arms under your knee pits and on the small of your back, letting Hopper gently drop you off. Jim cautiously rolled you down, still feeling your worried look on his face.

"No, I don't want to, mom." - You protested quietly, sobbing into Steve's coat again. At least, you weren't hysterical or panicking. You were just tired, acting like small kids were.

"I will leave now, then. Can I see her again?" - Hopper turned around to walk out of the door once Steve disappeared with you in his arms on the second floor, but your mom caught his jacket and almost brought him to the ground.

"You are going to have a bath. I'll bring you fresh clothes, give you something to eat and then, you can go to sleep in the guest's room." - She closed the door and mumbled something about dumb men.

"That's unacceptable." - Jim went after her, any of his typical ironies could be heard in his voice. Your mom held up the pan that she was holding at the moment.

"Do I have written that I'm dumb on my forehead? Hm? Do I look dumb enough for you to think that I believe, that you, the legendary James Hopper, haven't seen my daughter naked or that you only held hands? You lived together for almost two years, you took care of her... And you brought Jane to our life." - Your mom smiled and went to carefully smooth his shoulder. - "It's okay for you to stay here. You're family, basically a son in law. Well... I don't know how she feels about all of it now, you'll have to talk a lot, go through a lot, but I'm sure you'll somehow manage to conclude."

Hopper wasn't very fond of staying at your place. Not at all. Honestly, he would rather sleep under the bridge than share your house with you until everything... Goes back to normal. Or at least seemingly normal.

"She would want you to stay, Hopper. Come on, have the bath, please." - Your mom begged the man, shooting her look to Steve who was walking down the stairs.

"I tugged her in and waited for a while behind the door. There was a possibility that she would try to sneak from the room. But she fell asleep immediately. And she's slowly bringing up. " - Steve told them both when he came back downstairs, readjusting the tuxedo on his body.

"I'll take care of that, Steven. Thanks for accompanying her." - She hugged the boy with a warm smile, patting his shoulder. Steve was a good boy in her eyes - even through your age difference, she wouldn't be mad if you two would get together. Unfortunately, she knew that your heart is in a much different state. And that your mind will be a mess once you'll wake up.

"It was my pleasure, literally. She seemed happy, at least for a while." - Steve nodded and with that, he gave a nod to Jim. - "Good luck. As a friend, I can say that... She's pretty messed up now. But she'll get over it."

And with that, every one of them knew that it's about time to call it a night.

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November 24th, 2018 Finding Solutions

Yesterday: I maintained the integrity of my reduced calorie budget, I remained refined sugar-free, I met my daily water goal, and I stayed well connected with exceptional support.

The visit with family has gone exceptionally well this week. Another big gathering today at a Chinese buffet place in our hometown will bring together even more family. Mom isn't accustomed to being on the go this much, but she's loving it! She's been coming and going so much lately, the nurses' joke with her, "leaving us again, Miss Beverly?" Today's excursion to Stillwater will be another wonderful opportunity to connect and visit with family we don't see very often.

I can navigate most restaurants. I go in knowing the boundaries of my food plan and knowing, without question, what I need and what is off limits for me in order for it to be an on-plan meal. I'm not afraid to ask specifically for what I need. I don't mind ordering items separately, assembling a meal that works for me, in fact, I did that yesterday at the Mexican restaurant, assembling a fajita chicken salad with only on-plan ingredients--that was fairly simple and I've done it countless times. However, not all restaurants are created equal--and today's restaurant gathering is a completely different story.

I've tried to make this Chinese buffet place work for my food plan. I've scanned the offerings and I've asked detailed questions about the ingredients used. The answers were not in line with my food plan--at all. Now, to be fair, if I were a salad lover, I could certainly make this place work. I'm not. I've never been a salad lover. Yes--the chicken fajita salad thing yesterday worked well and was thoroughly enjoyed--but it's different. That salad used shredded lettuce and contained a nice combination of on-plan ingredients I truly enjoy. A salad bar typically doesn't contain those things--and it typically uses leafy lettuce--and I'm strangely picky about the cut of my lettuce. Those that know me well would laugh at that last sentence because they know my "lettuce issues." I tell ya what--let's not call them "issues." I prefer "preferences." But anyway--I veered off point. My point is...

A Chinese buffet place simply doesn't work for me. Aside from the issues of refined sugar and/or deep fried most everything, there's a psychological element involving my 164-pound relapse/regain period. One of my biggest binge foods involved a dish from a local Chinese restaurant (I'll spare you the glorified food porn description) containing every possible trigger known to me at this point in time: High fat, high refined sugar, refined flour, deep fried, loads of carbs---and somewhere hiding underneath all those trigger ingredients, chicken. I remember ordering that time and time again--and every time, feeling a billion miles away from any semblance of a plan--and truly, feeling scared, hopeless, sad, depressed---and really hoping that this time, the magic trigger dish might take me away from all of those emotions and worry, if not permanently-- maybe for a little while...just let me dive into that illusion of comfort and forget about things. In that pattern, the temporary reprieve became shorter and shorter and I needed more and more to keep on living in the chaos of my addiction.

Why don't you simply request a change in location for the family dinner? Because I'm putting food in its proper place. I will eat before or after the get-together. It's seriously not a big deal. I will focus on visiting (which is the main purpose of the event in the first place), and I'll drink water. The last time (a year ago) we held a family gathering there, I did the same thing and honestly, I don't think very many noticed I wasn't eating. I was engaged and enjoying the conversations. Those that might have noticed know me well enough to know, I'm fine, I've got a food plan, and I'll take care of me.

That's the thing. Maintaining the boundaries of my food plan is my responsibility, not anyone else's. There was a time in my life when I would put that responsibility on other people and circumstances, conveniently playing the victim in an effort to enable my compulsive eating behaviors. "Everyone picked that place, what could I do? I had to eat--I didn't want to offend anybody or be rude! Oh well, I'll do better next time." In that old line of thinking, I made everyone else and the circumstances surrounding every event, responsible for keeping the integrity of my food plan. I could easily rationalize my wildly off-plan choices by pointing to the variables in play and in that, I was off the hook. The bottom line is, when we stop looking for outs we start finding solutions.

Of course, if it was simply one or two people meeting me for dinner, I might request we pick a different place. But I'm not asking a dozen or more people to change their plans so I can order some chicken tacos! -------------- I rarely include a guest post of sorts--but today, I want to share some powerful words from Michael Funaro in Las Vegas. He was very gracious and open in approving my share request. Thank you, Michael! I first met Michael in 2014. Along with my friend Jon from Wisconsin, the three of us enjoyed a dinner and visit.

Michael's story and path is similar to many of us along this road--actually, very similar to most of us. The ups and downs, the losing and regaining--the old diet mentality type stuff--he's been there/done that, too. Michael is a member of the support group I facilitate where he stays connected and shares regularly. He practices his plan each day--and he does it amid incredible challenges. He's incredibly humble and has a beautiful respect for the fragility of it all along this road. Michael inspires me. The following is a post he shared exclusively with our group--and now, with his permission, I'm sharing it with you.

From Michael Funaro:

What a difference a year makes! Happy Black Friday to all of you that will partake. Me, I stay as far away from stores today as possible.

One year ago my life was so different. When I was writing in my journal last night, the entry above it for 2017 on this day stated, "I wonder what the box below will hold on this day next year? I hope and pray that it will be better than today."

I think back to last Black Friday. I had a huge food hangover from probably 10,000 calories of sugar and carbs. I know my blood sugar was well North of 300 on that morning. I was miserable, my attitude sucked and I was at least 120 lbs heavier (probably closer to 150).

I know our ultimate goal is the weight, but the journey can be so rewarding too. We have all those great NSV's along the way. Little ones to big ones. For me, I'm so thankful for the biggest one today. I took my blood sugar this morning and it was 108. So thankful for that. Some of you are either directly or indirectly affected by diabetes and it's such a devastating disease. It affects so much of our body and it's silent for a long time until it strikes. For me, it's so nice to have this NSV this morning that shows me that what I am doing isn't always about just the scale moving. But what happens along that journey to the ultimate goal.

Don't look back next year on this day and think, "IF only I would have started my healthy lifestyle a year ago, where would I be today?" Take it from me. What a difference one year can make. Do it today!

Do you have any NSV's today you are happy about? I'd love to hear them if you do. Mine are too long to list, but the blood sugar is my tops of the day! Have a great day everyone! ----- Thank you, again, Michael! You can email Michael at [email protected]

Thank you for reading and your continued support, Strength, Sean

Source: http://losingweighteveryday.blogspot.com/2018/11/november-24th-2018-finding-solutions.html

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The Old World Diet

Want to stop your constant fatigue, brain fog, feeling of being bloated? Want to start waking up early, jumping out of bed? Want to have more energy than you remember ever having? This diet can do that for you.

Growing up in France, food on the table used to always come well prepared - peeled, cooked until very soft, prepared at home. Many dishes were following traditional recipes that had been perfected over centuries. Since globalization had not quite happened yet, fruits and veggies were locally grown and only appeared when in season - and even then I wasn’t that big on them, I was nuts about nuts. Grass-fed red meat was consumed no more than once a week, and chicken was a delicacy, reserved for special occasions, freshly killed from the local farm. A pet peeve I developed was snack packages being left open - see, they would go stale within a couple days. No human ate corn really, it was known to be animals food. I can’t remember any exposure to soy, except in my teenage years when I started enjoying Asian food. And above all fresh baguette, pasta and other white wheat derivatives were the basis of our energy.

Since I was quite the rebel and had a tendency to question absolutely everything, especially when it came from my parents, I was very suspicious of the French countryside food traditions. For me a lot of that food selection and meticulous preparing was akin to old wives’ tales. Moving to the US in 2003, then in my early twenties, was a pivotal moment for my diet. I started following all these pseudo-health advices, eating a lot more varied fruits, vegetables and legumes. For the first time they came to me with skin on, partly cooked, sometimes raw, because see otherwise “you lose all the vitamins.” Any fruit could be obtained all year round, though it seemed quite tasteless. Meats were on the menu every day, especially chicken which was the cheap every day option.

Fast forward about 15 years and I had developed many debilitating health issues: massive fatigue and brain fog, blank memory, blurry vision, constant constipation. My brain felt just like a piece of plastic. I would find myself just sitting in my car in a daze. I would sometimes go a full week without going number two (it’s quite a terrible feeling). Most of the time I couldn’t gather any energy to exercise, feeling just knocked out. This made me doubt everything, even my mind - maybe I was just utterly depressed and it created all my health issues? But I realized over time that certain food didn’t make me feel good, although it was so hard to pinpoint which ones. I was supposed to be eating healthy food, following the nutrition advices of many well crafted science-backed blog posts. I had tried gluten free and other arbitrary subtraction diets for months at a time but nothing seemed to feel good past the first couple weeks of positive placebo effect.

Then one day I decided to try something: to forget about what is said to be healthy, and instead to go back to my childhood diet. Exit many fruits and all the obscure grains, legumes and veggies I never heard of before age 20. Shoot for high quality meats, and less often. Satisfy that craving for bread and pastries. Well almost immediately I regained energy. Within a few weeks I was feeling my normal self again, with most symptoms gone. Within a few months, my sharpness and energy reached unprecedented levels - my brain was like overclocked, I could visualize decades-gone events sharply by memory, and my high levels of energy felt almost scary.

This was not the happy ending quite yet. Since I did not really understand what was truly bad for me yet, I then went through many relapses for another 2-3 years. Often times I was pressured by others to eat “healthy”, or I would convince myself that maybe I wasn’t sensitive to some food anymore. Maybe I was just dealing with a lot of stress of early parenthood and could not quite make the food choices I wanted. But finally it came together in 2019 when I put together my experiences with the teachings from the Plan Paradox book. Although the book has its flaws and shoots in too many directions, the main teaching is that plants don’t just give food away to us for free - they absolutely defend themselves with the largest chemical arsenal known to mankind! It makes so much sense, and is why animals need to have a very specialized diet to be able to handle a narrow set of food - and why it can take them hours or days to properly digest things. But somehow humans are now believing that they can eat anything, any time, and keep on with our crazy active lifestyles. Coming up with my new diet, I thought a good description would be “Old World Diet” for bringing me back to what Europeans refined over centuries.

Whole grain food, or how to kill you GI

Principles and rules

What are some principles of a good diet?

Your body and mind should feel good at most times. You should start feeling better right away, there is no “die off” period during which “some dying bugs release chemicals” (the die off period is the most common excuse for bad diets).

Your weight should stay same or reduce, even though you are eating until full satisfaction.

Your GI should not hurt, feel bloated or constipated in any way. Regular daily bowel movements, typically in the morning.

The ideas of the diet can fit in a blog post, not a 700 page book.

Here are the main rules of the diet:

Stick to refined foods as much as possible. Refined doesn’t mean that you should go for chemicals - it means that the food was prepared in the “most evolved way” to make it the easiest to digest - shelled, peeled, deseeded, cooked until soft, etc.

Stay away from anything too sweet, especially fructose, which tricks your body into eating a lot of it. Many fruits are evolved to make you fat.

Stay away from anything known to be poisonous, or which may not be ripe for consumption. This seems obvious, but apparently not, look at all the potatoes.

What (bad stuff) you don’t eat is more important than what (good stuff) you eat. Stop harming yourself.

Supplements and vitamins are great. They are the way to bring back what was lost in processing - without the poisons.

You eat what the things you eat, ate.

The food list

With this in mind, the Old World Diet:

Main grains like wheat and rice are fine, but only in most refined form like white flour and white rice. Baguettes and other breading, white pasta is all good. Prefer bakery items that have risen by yeast (break up gluten) and are vitamin enriched. But stay away from whole grains! This includes most of corn based products, like corn flakes and most breakfast cereals. Also no to oats and other whole cereals found in most energy bars.

No legumes: anything soybean / soy based is off. Same for most bean and pea families. They are some surprise entries in this category, like peanuts and cashews (not nuts) which must be avoided.

Real nuts (shelled and peeled) are your friend. Best are pistachios, hazelnuts, and pecans. Almonds are fine but prefer peeled or as a flour.

Reduce meat consumption and shoot for highest quality like grass-fed beef and pasture raised chicken.

Fish and seafood should be your main protein, as long as wild caught to avoid corn feeding.

Milk should be A2 casein (coming from southern european cows). There are brands that promote A2 (like the A2 brand). But really, truly, just stay away from milk altogether if you can. It’s got enough calcium to build a cow, along with an overdose of vitamin D that increases its absorption. Hypercalcemia is a very debilitating condition. On the other hand, butter has little casein so is fine, but prefer yellow-colored European style butter.

Limit fruit consumption to only local, organic and very ripe fruit. Rule of thumb: it should smell very good. Still many fruit have high doses of fructose and are the surest way to become fat. Avocados are fruit, and although they don’t have the usual sugar, they personally make me feel really bad.

No nightshades! Potatoes, tomatoes, eggplant are off the menu. Maybe once in a while if peeled, deseeded, ripe and well cooked. Tomato paste may be ok.

Having a bit of regular sugar or maple syrup is fine, since they both have 50% or less fructose ratio. In general just avoid sugar and ban any fructose rich food (like honey).

For alcohol, the best is some clean white wine with lower sugars, like Sauvignon Blanc. Some red wine feels ok too, but it varies quite a bit based on skin content and amount of aging. Many beers seem to too much of the original lectins (the bad proteins attacking your gut) and are not aged long enough, so in doubt go for very clear Belgium-style ones. Overall the harder alcohols like whisky seem to be much easier to digest.

Overall it is close to the Plant Paradox diet, but with notable differences:

White wheat flour (with gluten) and white rice are fine really. Enjoy these delicious breads and pasta. That’s where you can draw most of your energy, and digesting them seem really easy once all of the gut-attacking substances are removed. Take the ones enriched with iron / thiamine / etc.

Avocados are not fine. Overall double check that the food is not banned in the FODMAP list.

White wine or champagne seems to go better than red wine, even with the need for sulfites.

A2 milk, so easy to digest. But really just ditch the milk.

Great: traditional white bread, enriched with vitamins

Easy dinner: sardines on a brioche bun, with white wine

Trusting our history rather than pseudo-science

Fairly simple diet isn’t it? Personally I have been feeling amazing and lost quite a bit of weight after just a few weeks on it. GI is working like clockwork. This diet just brings you back to the most evolved food humanity was using before the health craze shifted us off track. What we are seeing really with all these bad “healthy” diets, is that modern science and medicine have become self-fulfilling. They are somehow telling us what healthy foods are (which they are not, besides for animals with specialized digestion that have plenty of time to digest them), which in turn make us sick in ways that are impossible for your body to fix (mostly auto-immune diseases, so your body IS the attacker) and finally we are given medications to fix ourselves (but they are just about reducing the inflammation and pain really). It’s time to stop this vicious pseudo-scientific cycle. Think about it - humanity mostly evolved by preparing their food better than animals, starting with the discovery of fire for cooking, which gave them their huge advantage over animals. It is time to enjoy the benefits of humanity’s experience and live a pain-free, energy-filled life.

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Identifying a Cooking Area Remodeling Spending Plan - Including Value to Your Home Real Estate Market Value

It is extremely significant to calculate an allocate any home renovation task, and also kitchen area renovation in miami is no exception.

A word of caution: I spent many hours exploring personalized kitchen area upgrading cost as well as budgeting on the internet to collect information for this article. I operated in to a couple sites that offered straight video prices for kitchen area redesign. I commiserate with their attempt to find a straightforward approach to think out closets redesigning prices, this type of advice is actually certainly not based in fact. Miami Bathroom Remodel

Like just about anything else within this world a cooking area remodel is actually mosting likely to cost greater than you assumed it would certainly and also the skies is actually excess about what it can set you back depending upon your tastes. There are various factors that go in to calculating a redesigning budget.

The actually good thing about this document is actually that it provides a description of the "common" job so that you can determine if your kitchen space remodel is actually going to fall over or even beneath the benchmark. I additionally locate their average rates to be actually a precise reflection of the prices for our business, so through highly recommending to customers before I also fulfill along with all of them that they investigate this file they are actually a lot more very likely to set up a realistic budget plan our company may work within to offer all of them a wonderful cooking area.

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While Remodeling Magazine's report is actually really helpful, it is actually still a quite one dimension fits all technique to setting up a budget. If you will such as to try to develop your amounts a little, keep checking out.

Go out a pad and newspaper as well as record down a handful of notes regarding each element as you look at this listing:

Aspect 1 Home Value- Consider not only what you think your house costs, however also the worth of similar residences in your area that already possess updates. My beloved internet site to check out home market values is actually zillow.com, simply enter your address and also you acquire an active map with home worths and other information provided directly on the chart. Take note of which homes are actually of comparable dimension to yours, have actually been actually purchased extra recently, but possess a much higher value, at that point peek in their windows to see what your home resembles. Ok, very seriously, I was actually just kidding. If you don't know all of them maybe it is actually time to satisfy the next-door neighbors as well as request for a simple trip.

Compose down each inspirational aspect which is actually significant to you in a home kitchen remodel. Right here are actually some possible instances: Kitchen is actually falling apart. You really love to entertain and also wish to open up the kitchen space as a spot to compile.

Factor 5 Size Matters- Determine what percentage of your house your home kitchen involves. A testing of over 100 contemporary home floorplans of 1000 to 3000 square feet properties exposed the typical kitchen space square video footage to become 7% of the property's square video footage. If your cooking area is larger or smaller sized than this average you might need to have to improve or decrease your budget as necessary.

Element 6 Layout- if you presently know you're heading to prefer the sink moved, an isle sink included, an internal wall moved and also an outside door added, then you require to add money to your budget properly past what an essential renovation would set you back.

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Factor 7 Funding- Determine the optimum volume of money you can pay for to spend. , if you are funding your venture you can easily calculate what a financial institution is going to likely give you.. Lenders wish to find a financial obligation to earnings proportion( DTI) of.36 or less. Your DTI is set up through taking all your month-to-month financial debt responsibilities (bank card repayments, vehicle finances, home loan, and so on) and also dividing by your month to month revenue. To determine your optimum risk-free regular monthly financial obligation multiply.36 opportunities your regular monthly revenue. Now subtract your existing monthly financial debt coming from this number and also you have a monthly spending plan max. Listed below is actually a hyperlink to a calculator that are going to perform the math for you: mortgage loan calculator

Putting it All Together

The secret to identifying your budget is discovering the percentage of your property's value you must utilize as a finances standard. While investigating this article I operated throughout suggestions to use percents varying coming from 10% to 25% of residence value. For a home kitchen remodel of any type of element that consists of new floor, home appliances, cabinets, sink/faucet, lighting fixtures and also carrying electrical unobjectionable I find just about anything lower than 15% to become a really suspicious number. I intend on a million dollar property 10% would be actually a workable budget, but on a 200k home a 20k spending plan is actually low at best for a complete blown home kitchen remodel.

, if reselling market value is actually necessary to you it is practical to keept the cost of your kitchen space remodelling job within 20% of the current worth of your residence.. Remaining within this variety covers that a majority of the brand new kitchen's expense is actually redeemed in improved property value instantly, and the remaining cost must be recouped within 5 years as your house appreciates.

Ok, let's operated by means of an instance. Always remember, there is no particular formula below. Our team are merely performing our absolute best to be as updated as possible and also produce a prudent choice about the amount of to invest on our kitchen space remodel.

For our instance let's utilize my property. It is actually a 50's peninsula cod along with a modest square video footage of 1500.

Factor 1 market value: Zillow gives me an approximated value of $167,500, however, I see zillow hasn't however improved and also accounted for the single loved ones homes which were recently built in the field responsible for us along with a beginning cost of $270k. I'm going to locate my budget on a price of 180k which is actually similar to other residences in the neighborhood that are actually the very same dimension.

Factor 2 Goals: My partner as well as I like to entertain attendees. To make a home kitchen remodel worthwhile for us our company need to lose an interior wall to open up the kitchen area and also eating nook to the sitting room. I'm heading to incorporate 1% to budget this.

Factor 3 Must Haves: As a previous cook 2 has to riches for me are actually a new oven and also a really pleasant lp array( no gas company here), ideally a commercial array customized for home make use of (actual business arrays do not possess insulation around the oven, crucial for residence safety). I am actually mosting likely to include one more 1% to my budget to make sure there is sufficient funds to acquire me my variation as well as propane setup.

Aspect 4 Longevity: Our company plan to remain in our property a minimum required of 4 years. As a policy of thumb it takes 5 years for a lot of renovating to value as well as get back each of its own price. Considering that our experts are going to likely be right here at the very least 5 years I am actually certainly not visiting penalize the spending plan, yet since there is actually a great chance our company'll move straight around 5 years I'm certainly not visiting improve it like I will if we were actually keeping a lot longer.

Variable 5 Size of Kitchen: Our home kitchen is actually regarding 140SquareFeet( SF). That is actually over 9% of the SF of our home, 2% above standard. Definitely this kitchen area is heading to need some additional product as well as cupboards. I'm heading to up the finances 1% for this, I wish it is actually good enough.

Factor 6 Layout: We are actually mosting likely to transform the format of our kitchen pretty widely. Our experts presently have a cooktop peninsula. The variation is actually going to take place a differnet wall structure as well as the dish washer are going to transfer to the peninsula, though our company could ditch the peninsula, relocate the fridge as well as include an isle rather. About the only point that won't relocate is the sink. I'm going to add an additional 1% to my spending plan, again wishing $1800 (1% of our 180k market value) is actually sufficient to deal with the electric and also pipes modifications.

As I stated in the past, there are going to be folks that are going to say with me on that, yet going lower frequently does not leave you with doable finances varieties for complete wasted kitchen area remodels. This gives me a working budget of 24% x 180k= $43,200 When I contrast this to the Cost Vs. Value report I view that in the Middle Atlantic Region a Major Kitchen Renovation is actually $59, 098. On the various other hand my kitchen area is dramatically smaller than their 200SF criteria, so I assume I'll go along with my finances number and also find what my service provider can easily carry out for me in that finances.

Since the cooking area is actually a high website traffic place often, creating an useful layout is essential when considering your kitchen redesigning suggestions. When developing your kitchen upgrading concepts you need to deal with the readily available area you have and also at that point acquire artistic.

Utilizing Kitchen Remodeling Software

Many of the kitchen redesign software program is quite straightforward; the measures are actually as effortless as 1-2-3 or even A-B-C. A regular or common cooking area renovation, if formed over the last years must possess the "triangular" rudiments, in which the sink, stove, and also fridge get on triangle slants along with a big room in the kitchen space facility, in order that it would be much easier for the mother or even the lady of the residence to get around.

Creating a terrific little cooking area remodeling style factors you to the several various closet styles and also area trends providing your little kitchen space a superb feeling of area. Whether you create the kitchen your own self, collaborate with a cooking area remodeling professional or even property center, developing a program is going to be the very first step. One more pro to remodeling your kitchen is the simple fact that you will, generally, be actually receiving a brand new kitchen space.

Any sort of renovating suggestion for a small kitchen must resolve the observing problems: counter top space, storage, built-ins, as well as cupboard. When considering on a home kitchen upgrading job, the budget is the initial thing to take into consideration. Whether you've received a huge spending plan or a tiny one for your kitchen space redesigning project, it's important to attempt to ensure your costs doesn't spin uncontrollable as the process continues.

Don't panic if it will definitely take time for you to generate and design out your plan or even version, ideal and great cooking area remodeling concepts need to be established, because it needs to be excellent as well as valuable to you and your family members. Also guarantee that your cooking area redesigning ideas are actually not that unlikely or far-out, straighten it in your family members's way of life and everyday tasks; this will give you a brighter intend on your kitchen space layout as well as style. The interactive cooking area layout renovating layout strategies particularly are actually real-life honor victors, and along with its ingenious procedure, the entire strategy is actually particular to satisfy along with its client-driven system.

It goes without saying the info is collected you can easily start to put all the assemble, as well as determine just how you can easily adjust your kitchen area upgrading venture needs with you spending plan restrictions. As soon as you've eventually selected the basic image of your redesigned kitchen area, at that point locate the most effective yet budget friendly kitchen area upgrading companies in your place.

Redesigning a kitchen space may be actually a significant interruption to the individual, the finished item is going to rapidly erase the quick nuisance. If you possess a large kitchen space remodeling venture you will definitely require to establish a brief kitchen area a different component of your home. Among the several other pros to cooking area makeover is one that you might not automatically have considered before.

Kitchen redesign is actually amongst the best well-known of remodeling projects annually, as cooking areas have actually become the facility of activity in the residence. Kitchen remodeling is the home improvement task that incorporates the absolute most worth to your residence. Considering that cooking areas have actually come to be the facility of task in the house, home kitchen redesigning is actually one of one of the most prominent of remodeling jobs every year.

A kitchen area remake is actually one of the most good residence improvement jobs for lots of Houston place residents. A Kitchen renovation is one of the greatest assets you can make when it comes to property enhancement and commonly includes additional than the cost of the job to the value of the property.

Makeover Projects

Upgrading your cooking area may be a huge task, as well as there are a lot of vital parts to take note of when redesigning. By upgrading your cooking area you may include market value to your residence, and also at the exact same opportunity conserve money with energy reliable kitchen area home appliances, or even by substituting your drafty kitchen windows. Renovating your home kitchen can easily be actually expensive, specifically if you choose a professional to the job, yet a brand-new kitchen space may substantially increase house value. Renovation prices will definitely vary depending upon the amount of new appliances (and also their cost amount), as well as price high quality of cabinetries, kind of counter tops, and also work to carry out the project. Upgrading any area of your house takes a bunch of creative thinking and also dedication.

Redesigning your kitchen can easily certainly not just include to your house's value, it can provide you added storage and job space. Redesigning your kitchen space is actually no small duty and also there are many vital considerations, yet the end result is worth the devotion particularly if you create a good idea choices in the process. Remodeling your home kitchen is actually a great way to provide your residence a facelift.

Realty Value Enhancements

A real property broker may be actually a good resource when taking into consideration just how significant a kitchen space remodeling project to take on. Even when you are actually not looking at moving, but somewhat wish to remodel for your own fulfillment, Real Estate Agents are generally pretty knowledgeable about just how much previous clients have invested in redesign and just how much the market value of the home enhanced because of this, and just how much will be actually excessive. Before, "house redesign" simply implied repair work, however modern trends as well as raised residence improvement choices have fueled a demand for properties that are actually individualized to individual demands.

Professionals

Contractors normally ask for by the hr for their work plus the price of products. Professionals that recognize the service understand that satisfying the necessities of the customer is what receives the deal. Contractors can easily take up a huge part of your budget plan. Professionals that provide services for cooking area remodeling are actually far a lot more expert in partnering with the type of plumbing, gas, as well as the electric concerns that can easily occur during a kitchen space remodel.

Home appliances

Home appliances are actually counted on to combination in with the remainder of the area as well as to function faithfully but gently. By upgrading your cooking area you can easily add market value to your house, and also together conserve loan with energy reliable home kitchen home appliances, or even by substituting your drafty kitchen area windows. Home appliances usually are available in fairly conventional sizes, so they will not be difficult to substitute when your kitchen improvement is carried out and you've had opportunity to spare up some additional funds. Appliances can easily be actually one of the best costly things to change in a kitchen so it is actually an excellent idea to look meticulously at what attributes are of ultimate importance to you. Appliances today are actually modern, flexible, and offer additional advantage than in the past.

Budget plan

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internetbloga · 4 years

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Restaurant Imitation Recipes - Who, What, Where and Why

Restaurant imitation recipes is simply a phrase that describes recipes that imitate those of a certain restaurant or restaurants. The word, imitation, defines anything that may resemble or copy that of an original or genuine article. To copy or imitate an original source is a testament to the credibility of that source for the quality it provides. If it was not of high quality, no one would even make the effort to imitate or copy it. It has also been said that the imitation of anything is a form of flattery, but not every imitation is exactly flattering. murasaki Sushi

Food is sort of boring in that the basic forms are the same. There may be certain varieties to some degree and some times highly advertised as an edge to promote it, however, chicken is chicken, beef is beef, broccoli is broccoli and so on right? How these get prepared and put together to be served though, is what truly makes the difference.

Recipes for these foods have been handed down through the generations using the basic forms of preparation from the skillet, ovens and grills, to boiling pots and now microwaves. Keen thought and purpose to introduce new combinations of spices, sauces and marinades to these basic methods help to enhance the flavors of these basic foods. This is, has and will continue to be goal of many people and certainly with restaurants to help set their style and food apart from others.

This may be a silly reflection, but highlights the points mentioned above. When I was growing up, I could not stand the taste of cauliflower. I saw no purpose for this food. To me, it was a useless vegetable that took up space on our planet. I am not joking! Later, when I actually worked in a supper club, one of the appetizers we served was deep fried cauliflower with a side of cheese sauce. Ever since then, cauliflower has become one of my favorite foods and in all of the traditional ways, from raw to steamed and I still love the deep fried method as well. If it were not for that deep fried recipe, I may never have had the pleasure of enjoying this healthy and now tasty food.

I think it is important to recognize Restaurants themselves, whether they be a fast food, independent, mom and pop, big chain type or even 5 star, all bring in millions of people every day across our nation. Their business is simply to serve and sell us as many items from their food and drink menus in an atmosphere where we can relax and enjoy. It is true though that many of these restaurants have worked hard to develop their own signature recipes, techniques and themes to set themselves apart. They spend millions on advertising their uniqueness to keep bringing customers back for more. The restaurant business is a huge business and very competitive.

How big is the restaurant industry in the U.S.?

According to the National Restaurant Association, it is estimated the industry to reach $604 billion dollars in sales for 2011. That is $1.7 billion on a typical day. There are 960,000 locations nationwide that employee approximately 12.8 million people and get this, of the dollars spent on food in the U.S., 49% is shared with the restaurant industry. I don't know about you, but that is some serious cabbage. It is also goes to show why restaurants are certainly a credible authority and why someone may go out of their way to imitate or copy a recipe or two.

If you were to choose any one of your favorite restaurants or even one that may just be starting up, this same basic description will apply. This restaurant will make a discovery of a new method or combination of sauces or seasonings for a new food recipe. I should say, they work at making the discovery, putting in time and effort initially, so this new recipe could be tried and tested over and over until finally reaching the menu. The restaurant may advertise the new release to let the public know it has a great new recipe to come in and try out. Ideally it becomes a success and a featured item on their menu. If the public loves it, the restaurant has another source of new revenue. In the case of a new startup, it could also be a featured recipe that helps them to get noticed to help get them off the ground and running overall.

Believe it or not, restaurants themselves can be considered one of the biggest copy cat artists out there but in a way that doesn't try to make an exact copy, They will proceed in a way that may use the same name of the dish, but pride themselves to make theirs stand out differently by adding their own signature touch and right down to what else may be included in addition to the entree to help set it apart from others.

With the exception of serve your self style of service, restaurants basically copy each other on the overall operating format of how the customers are served and taken care of right down to including "similar" items being listed on the menus. They all keep a watchful eye on each other to see what is working well and may change a menu, method of service, cost or whatever the case may be to accommodate current customers and coax new paying customers to spend money in their establishments. It is a constant see saw battle.

Regardless of these restaurants copying and competing with each other for our dollars, they clearly are the bar to which we compare the taste of our favorite foods to. They continue push each other in developing recipes, techniques and signature menus that keep us coming back for more. We all have our favorite menu items and while one person may prefer one restaurant over another for a particular entree or appetizer, the fact is, they all are a genuine article and clearly worth the effort to imitate.

Just a note, in regard to businesses (especially non-restaurant) some have to take steps and go further and get patents or licenses on their discoveries to help protect them from being copied. With restaurants, it is a little tougher as getting patents and licensing on food is much more difficult and not quite the same as building up a new technological advance like an I-pad. Restaurants may need to have some legal assistance and agreements arranged with their employees to not give up any secrets to their signature ways in effort to keep their secrets in-house should an employee decide to leave. There have been some court cases where a cook or chef leaves and starts a new restaurant using the same signature methods but calling it something else and well... more money spent to get it straightened out.

Over time, there have been many others that have tried to imitate a restaurant recipe from grocery store food suppliers, right down to good ole Mom. Ask them all and most would agree that the task may not be so easy to recreate. There are those that come up with recipes that are similar in general yet lack that signature flavor of a specific restaurant. Have you ever tried to make something just like your favorite restaurant and while it turned out ok, it just didn't quite taste the same as what TGIF or Olive Garden serves? I know I have and it seemed like all the effort was fine, but the result, on a scale of 1 to 10, was maybe a 6 at best. To get a 9 or 10 just seems impossible and you are better off giving up and just go to the restaurant instead.

Well, guess what? As there is with anything worth while, there are those few people who do try to imitate these restaurant recipes to the Nth degree. You could almost refer to them as recipe hackers. They can be moms, dads or professionals and no matter who, these people have a goal and will put in the time and effort to break a recipe down. They want to figure out the details of that signature flavor and replicate it in a fashion that truly does imitate the original flavor. Focus, dedication and the will to succeed is a must for many of these individuals. There are also those who are simply great cooks and through their experience and intuitive nature are able to hone in on the original restaurant recipe. I have some experience cooking and can follow a recipe, but, I certainly am not a restaurant recipe hacker.

If it is a difficult task to try to copy or imitate a successful genuine article then why do others try to imitate it?

Great question.

It often times can be related to money and someone else wanting to get in on the action. There also those that will do it to see if they can save some money. Some may even look to make improvements on the original. It can be for other reasons like notoriety or personal challenge for pride and maybe even some kicks. Think about this, comedians can get more laughs if they are good at imitating some one else right? If they are really good at it, this helps bring more people to their show.

Just as is done with so many other things that are made, there is always a group of these interested individuals that like to do things themselves. These people will go out of their way to copy favorite recipes from all of these restaurants. I would venture to say that if one were to interview many of these DIY (Do It Yourself) people, it would be primarily in an effort to be able to save money as a main reason initially. Remember earlier I mentioned that 49% of the dollar spent on food is shared in the restaurant industry? That is a lot of dough that one can save!

Money or the spending of it, is actually how and why I began to take note of these restaurant imitation recipes. I have been reviewing our family spending habits and when looking at groceries vs. dining, I was actually pretty shocked. Dining out has become a habit for us and while it is one that we do enjoy, it is also one that has been adding up significantly. This is what started that flickering of the old light bulb for myself and my family.

I consider myself to be in that DIY group of people on a number of things and while I have come to enjoy doing many things myself (Not all of the time mind you.), I realize the impact of learning how to do something yourself can and has saved me a good amount of money. From car repairs to home carpentry, it also has opened my eyes to appreciate what others are doing as a business for their livelihoods. It has helped make a difference in wiser spending as well as saving money even if I do not do something myself.

Knowing that my family has developed this habit of eating out more than eating at home, getting them to eat typical home cooked meals more often is not going to be to easy. The flickering light bulb moment or idea mentioned earlier was to see about getting some recipes from the restaurants that I could cook at home with the idea of saving some money initially. I also began to see how we have lost touch with the skill of cooking. We sure have all become masters of the microwave, but the rest of the kitchen starts to get a little sketchy.

So the journey began in search of restaurant recipes. Most restaurants do not give out their recipes and why would they? They might lose a return customer if they did. I do see some restaurants that are selling some of their menu items in the grocery stores more than before, but sort of limiting it to just a few items. I have also read about a person that would ask the cooks for their recipes and how some might spill the beans once in awhile, but again, fairly limited results.

I remember one time my wife and I were at a Denny's restaurant late one night and how much we enjoyed their marinara sauce used with the mozzarella sticks we had ordered. We asked the waitress about it and she did check with the cooks on that, but they really didn't know much about it and we thank her for trying. When we got the check, we also got an unexpected surprise. She brought out a large vacuum sealed plastic bag of the marinara sauce from what appeared to be directly from their food supplier. We didn't get the recipe but we sure got a large quantity of sauce to bring home. So it does pay to ask and while you may or may not get a recipe directly you never know what might happen I guess.

There are of course a good number of books, many articles online and numerous websites all claiming either access to or having themselves, restaurant secrets and copycats recipes for many favorite American restaurants. Whew, it sort of makes my head spin a bit, but in order to help me achieve this quest of mine it has been worth the effort. Many sites are recommending the same key original sources (recipe hackers) of the imitation or copycats recipes and in my experience this is usually a good hint as a reasonable place to start.

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michellelewis7162 · 4 years

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Identifying a Cooking Area Remodeling Spending Plan - Including Value to Your Home Real Estate Market Value

It is extremely significant to calculate an allocate any home renovation task, and also kitchen area renovation in miami is no exception.

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Go out a pad and newspaper as well as record down a handful of notes regarding each element as you look at this listing:

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For our instance let's utilize my property. It is actually a 50's peninsula cod along with a modest square video footage of 1500.

Utilizing Kitchen Remodeling Software

Makeover Projects

Realty Value Enhancements

Professionals

Home appliances

Budget plan

Conclusion

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michellelewis7162 · 4 years

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Identifying a Cooking Area Remodeling Spending Plan - Including Value to Your Home Real Estate Market Value

It is extremely significant to calculate an allocate any home renovation task, and also kitchen area renovation in miami is no exception.

Personalized Hutch built along with Semi-Custom Cabinets

Go out a pad and newspaper as well as record down a handful of notes regarding each element as you look at this listing:

Challenging format: the aesthetic pillar covers an audio wrapped drain water pipes

Putting it All Together

For our instance let's utilize my property. It is actually a 50's peninsula cod along with a modest square video footage of 1500.

Utilizing Kitchen Remodeling Software

Makeover Projects

Realty Value Enhancements

Professionals

Home appliances

Budget plan

Conclusion

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michellelewis7162 · 4 years

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Identifying a Cooking Area Remodeling Spending Plan - Including Value to Your Home Real Estate Market Value

It is extremely significant to calculate an allocate any home renovation task, and also kitchen area renovation in miami is no exception. Kitchen Remodeling Miami

Personalized Hutch built along with Semi-Custom Cabinets

Go out a pad and newspaper as well as record down a handful of notes regarding each element as you look at this listing:

Challenging format: the aesthetic pillar covers an audio wrapped drain water pipes

Putting it All Together

For our instance let's utilize my property. It is actually a 50's peninsula cod along with a modest square video footage of 1500.

Utilizing Kitchen Remodeling Software

Makeover Projects

Realty Value Enhancements

Professionals

Home appliances

Budget plan

Conclusion

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