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patchworkgargoyle · 1 year ago

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oc fic: if i could hold you for a minute

Have something I've been working on for a few months and that made me cry multiple times while I wrote it.

If anyone's curious about the context, I would be extremely happy to explain!!

Featuring Sam: original male character, @steves-strapcollection's. Dominik: original transmasc character, mine. Mentioned: Vinny, Tig (also Ger's); Willow (@tboygareth's); Pond (@stobinesque's) Rating: E || Words: ~7.8k || CW: major character death, semi-graphic descriptions of said death, hurt/no comfort, cunnilingus, penetrative sex Title from Francesca - Hozier

Sam’s knees ache. He’s known for a while he’s getting too old for this shit, and if anything’s going to remind him, it’s this. Shifting, he feels his shoulder brush against Dom’s. And though he knows it’ll give too much away, he still caves to the need to lean his shoulder against him.

It’s all he can do. His hands are tied, after all.

When Dom takes his weight easily, pushes back into him—a knowing, reassuring presence—Sam’s lips tick up in a brief, bitter smile, remembering how different things were barely a day before.

♣♣♣

Sam’s hands held Dom’s slender hips firmly against the door while he slowly pressed his body closer, effectively trapping him. Dom didn’t fight it. He arched into the weight of Sam’s body instead, as best as he could under his strong grip. Each point of contact made Sam crave more. And Dom was smirking in that infuriating way of his that made Sam hot under the collar, chin tilted up defiantly, head to the side, his stormy eyes dark and smug like a dare. A challenge he’d been issuing all damn night.

He’d managed to control himself, even as Dom hovered around him like an annoying goth hummingbird in the kitchen while Sam had cooked dinner. And because Dom could never keep his hands to himself when they’re alone, Sam had to endure every touch and caress without his resolve breaking. If he broke, he’d never get dinner ready.

Dom knew it, too, and proceeded to be a massive fucking pest.

He’d dart into Sam’s space and steal a slice of cheese, a chunk of tomato. Popped it into his mouth with a self-satisfied grin before Sam could slap his hand away and obscenely sucked his fingers clean. He’d had to re-tie his apron twice because Dom had sidled up behind him, wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist and distracted him by nipping at his ear so his clever fingers could loosen the knot. Sam should’ve learned the first time, but feeling Dom’s chest against his back, his teeth on his skin as he murmured about dessert, was too much of a distraction.

It was more annoying that Sam couldn’t even be annoyed at him. As much as he tried not to, every time Dom slinked up to bug him, touch him, tease him, Sam smiled, begrudgingly fond. It fed the desire slowly burning in his belly, the tension between them simmering like the sauce bubbling away on the stove.

Even dinner was a trial. Sitting across from Dom at the kitchen island—their kitchen island, in their new condo—and not even bothering with the dining table, they traded jokes and stories about their day and heated looks over their wine glasses. He’d wanted to kiss Dom so badly when he’d laughed loud and bright at Sam’s dry humour, black hair threaded with silver spilling over his shoulders when he threw his head back. Getting that sound out of him felt like he’d won the lottery, made him want to test his luck again, especially because Dom had this habit of hiding his mouth behind the back of his hand, or turning away, when he smiled or laughed that much.

He got shy. That was more thrilling than anything else Sam had ever done, no matter how often he’d seen it.

So once their plates were cleared and the last of the wine had been sipped, Sam’s resolve crumbled. He left their dirty dishes on the island so he could coax Dom off the stool and towards his bedroom for dessert, and this time, it was Sam who wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. He felt he’d earned that.

Now he had this addictive man under his hands, against his body, in their room, and Sam couldn’t get enough. He had to stop and stare at Dom almost in awe, taking in the mirth that wrinkled the corners of his eyes, the light flush on his cheekbones, his wine-tinted, kissed-red lips. Moments like this bowled Sam over sometimes; he had known Dom for so long that in one look he could catalogue all the changes that time had caused against all the things that stayed the same. And he loved every bit of it. Every bit of Dom.

“I know I’m pretty, my darling, but you’re starting to drool,” Dom said, looping one long finger through the simple gold chain around Sam’s neck. He tugged at it and Sam followed easily, thoughtlessly. “Why just stare when you could be fucking me brainless?”

Sam scoffed. “Christ, you're so full of yourself.” He wanted to sound annoyed and was only half successful, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“And yet.” Another tug brought their faces so close that each low, syrupy word Dom spoke made their lips brush together, just slightly. Temptingly. “I want to be full of you. Been waiting all fucking day for this.”

Dom's free hand reached down between them to palm at Sam's half-hard cock. He let out a small groan, twitching into the touch as Dom slowly stroked and squeezed him over his jeans. Deft fingers left light, teasing touches along his cock that only made him want. He needed skin on skin, craved the feeling of sinking into Dom's wet, warm cunt. More than that, he just wanted to be closer, always closer. Sam groaned again, this time frustrated.

“Then why are you teasing me?” he complained gruffly, though he knew the answer.

“Because it's fun,” Dom said.

Sam shook his head, unable to shake off his smile. “You’ve had your fun all night.” Leaning in, he brushed his nose along the tattooed column of Dom's throat, pleased when it pulled a shiver from him. The scent of his cologne—something musky and sharp, refined and animalistic—was strong here in the tender places of his body. Sam breathed it in deeply from his pulse point and hummed.

That Dom willingly bared his throat for him made Sam insane every time. It took over ten years to get through all of Dom’s carefully constructed walls and the reward was so sweet.

Sam took his time kissing up Dom’s neck, across his cheek. He poured his adoration into soft, scarred skin, letting Dom soak it up. When Sam reached his lips, instead of kissing him, he pulled back and smirked at the look of annoyance he got for it. Dom tipped his chin up, a silent question, but still Sam didn’t kiss him.

His smirk grew wider when Dom said, tetchy, “Do I have to ask?”

Sam shrugged. “I like hearing you say it,” he said. It took a lot of restraint not to laugh when Dom’s eyes narrowed further. He’d cave. Sam saw it coming in the twitch at the corner of his lips. Dom sighed.

“Please kiss me, Sam,” he asked, irritated and sincere, and like every time Dom had asked before, Sam lit up inside and immediately gave him what they both wanted.

Kissing Dom was the best fucking thing. Sam was gentle at first, basically chaste, kissing Dom again, and again. Slowly, deliberately, revelling in the feeling of his soft lips. Dom melted into him, matching each kiss with the same kind of affection. He gasped when Sam’s hands inched up under the hem of his untucked shirt, and Sam deepened the kiss, their tongues meeting softly, hungrily. The arousal burning in his belly grew steadily hotter as Dom’s tongue caressed his, their breaths mingling, kisses turning messy but no less thorough. Sam chased the taste of the Sangiovese that still lingered, acidic and sweet.

Sam grazed his fingers along Dom’s skin as each fiddly little button on his stupidly expensive black shirt came undone. Dom slipped out of it, letting it fall to his feet, and Sam began moving down, pressing his lips to the familiar angles of his collarbones, the planes of his chest. Flicked at one of Dom’s pierced nipples with the tip of his tongue and then caught it between his teeth and pulled; smirked at the small, cut-off whine that followed, then soothing him with the flat of his tongue.

When Sam dropped to one knee he looked up at Dom to see a flash of shock, quickly hidden by a complicated expression he couldn't make sense of.

“You okay?” Sam asked, resting a hand on Dom's thigh.

“Yeah…” Dom reached out to brush a few locks of hair away from Sam's forehead, twisting one around his finger to make it extra wavy before he tucked it in with the rest. The smile that broke out across his face was so painfully tender Sam couldn't help but return it. “I really am.”

He kept that hand in Sam’s hair and undid his belt with the other, the hiss of leather on fabric making Sam’s cock twitch as it reminded him of the times they used that belt in other ways. Dom tossed it out of the way though, and Sam helped him out of his pants, broad palm cupping his pale, wiry calf while he eased the fabric off of Dom’s foot.

Once he was naked, Sam’s eyes and hands eagerly followed the long, angular line of Dom’s body, stopping when he had his hands on Dom’s hips. Guided by the gentle hold on his hair, Sam kept his eyes locked on Dom’s as he kissed up one thigh and along the sensitive crease of his hip. He ducked down to tease the tip of his tongue along the seam of Dom’s cunt, finding him already slick. Sam groaned at the taste and delved deeper, making Dom gasp as he slowly lapped at his wet folds, then over Dom’s entrance to his dick.

“Taste so fucking good,” he murmured, and Dom huffed a laugh.

“You always say that,” Dom said like he was annoyed, but Sam knew it was fondness.

Sam smirked as he lifted Dom’s leg over his shoulder, making him shudder as he grazed his fingers along the inside of his knee before holding his hips again. “And I always will.”

“Fucking—oh—sap.” Dom went breathless when Sam dived back in, chuckling. Dom wasn’t any less sentimental. He was just as bad, if not worse, but Sam wasn’t going to interrupt himself again to say so when he’d much rather be eating him out.

He laved the flat of his tongue through Dom’s folds, just barely dipping into his entrance each time, toying with the hood and head of his perfect dick before repeating the process, tasting and teasing. He kept making these small sounds that drove Sam a little crazy. The grip on his hair tightened, the slight pain stoking his desire, and Dom’s leg started to squeeze his shoulder, asking Sam for more before Dom could even get the words out. But Sam kept it up until he heard a hollow thud and a frustrated whine.

“Sam, fucking—please,” Dom begged. Sam paused, glancing past the dark, trimmed hair he had his face buried in. Dom was breathing in a deep, measured way that Sam knew was his way of keeping level-headed, but his head was thrown back against the door and he covered one of his squeezed-shut eyes with one hand. Christ, he was gorgeous, and he always said please so prettily.

Sam wrapped his lips around Dom’s dick with a groan, sucking and licking at him. His hips tried to buck against his mouth but Sam held him still. The moans he was pulling out of Dom now had his cock achingly hard and he didn’t care. They’d get to it. Dom deserved all of his attention.

It wasn’t long before Dom’s legs started to tremble, the heel in Sam’s back digging in urgently. Sam slipped one finger into Dom’s cunt easily, then worked in a second, a third, until he was keening desperately as Sam found his sweet spot and didn’t relent. He was so fucking wet every thrust of his fingers made a squelching sound. Sam licked lower just to taste more of the familiar tang of him, dipped his tongue in alongside his fingers and made Dom heave a sharp breath. When he got his mouth around Dom’s cock again, Dom started babbling.

“Fu–fuck, Sam, darling, don’t fucking stop, g-god, I love you and your fucking mouth,” he said, panting, and when Sam gave an amused hum Dom whimpered at the sensation before continuing, “perfect fucking mouth, perfect man, shit.” Dom’s voice trailed off into frantic breaths. Each exhale carried a needy sound and his legs were fully shaking now. The praise made Sam giddy. Every time Dom called him perfect, said I love you, Sam wanted to hide, kiss Dom senseless, something. Dom loved him. Sam would never get tired of hearing it.

Slick began to pool in the palm of Sam’s hand. Nails dug painfully into his scalp. Sam knew he was close and eagerly sought the prideful high of making Dom come. When he did his whole body went rigid, a loud, deep groan rising from his throat as he twitched against Sam’s mouth and clenched around his fingers. Sam kept sucking and fingering him through it until Dom pushed him away with a shuddery gasp, his knees wobbling so much that Sam rasped, “C’mere,” and took Dom’s weight as he half collapsed onto Sam’s lap.

Laughing breathlessly, Dom tucked his face into Sam’s neck as they held each other. Sam kissed his shoulder and rubbed soothing circles over his back, more than content to let Dom collect himself even though he strained painfully against the fly of his jeans. But he’d wait, not expecting anything. He’d wait for him forever.

Dom pressed leisurely kisses up Sam’s throat before he reached his lips and shifted up Sam’s thighs to sit tantalisingly close to his dick. But he paused to look at Sam and cup his face in his palms, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, so openly, deeply loving that Sam felt… divine. Dom kissed him then and the whole world fell away. Sam couldn’t describe the way Dom’s lips touched his as anything other than devout. Breath hitching, Sam’s brows knit together as he held Dom close and kissed him back just as gently, as devoted.

“I love you so much, Samuele,” Dom whispered reverently when he broke away.

Sam kissed him once, his lips lingering before he confessed, “I love you too, Dominik, so much it hurts sometimes.”

“I don’t want you to hurt, my darling.”

“It’s a good kind of hurt.” Sam looked up at Dom, brushed his thumb over his bottom lip and said, “But another kiss could help.”

Dom rolled his eyes a little, but kissed Sam’s thumb through his fond smile. Wrapping his fingers around Sam’s wrist, he took Sam’s hand and kissed his palm, then his wrist, then the familiar knife tattooed on his forearm. He wondered if Dom could feel the way his heart beat for him under his lips.

“Better?” Dom asked, and Sam hummed thoughtfully.

“Might need a few more,” he said, and caught Dom’s lips in another kiss as he hitched him higher on his lap. Dom gasped into Sam’s mouth when his cunt rubbed against the bulge in Sam’s jeans. Groaning low and hungry when Dom started rocking his hips, Sam murmured, “Wanna be inside you, sweetheart, please.”

“Then we should get off the floor, unless you want to fuck me here.”

“You deserve the bed.”

Dom huffed, amused, but Sam tightened his grip around him and, easily keeping Dom in his arms, stood in one smooth motion despite his knees popping. The sound made Dom laugh more, mouth pulled into a teasing smirk as he said, “Watch your knees, old man.”

Sam scoffed but didn’t rise to the bait. Instead he walked the short distance to the bed, knelt on the mattress, and carefully laid Dom out on the bedspread, following him down to lick into his mouth, slow and sweet, before he stood to undress. Dom shuffled up the bed to get comfortable, lounging against the pillows, legs spread to show off his soaked cunt as he lazily stroked his dick between two fingers.

He was so gorgeous, spread out on their bed like that, lithe and relaxed. Dim light from the window made his skin glow like silver, the deep blue of his eyes bright and intense as he watched Sam strip. He preened a bit under Dom’s attention, flexing as he shed his clothes and smirking when Dom’s eyes darkened with want. Sam sighed once his cock was finally free from his jeans, stroking himself just enough to make Dom lick his lips.

“Come here,” he demanded, stretching out enticingly, and Sam, always helplessly drawn in by him, obeyed.

Climbing onto the bed, he took the hand Dom was using to touch himself and brought it to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. It pulled a needy groan from Dom’s chest. He took his fingers from Sam’s mouth and wrapped them around the back of his neck to drag him close, and Sam laid his body along Dom’s in one sinuous line. Finally they were skin to skin and Sam’s nerves lit up at the touch. He asked, “What do you need, Dominik?”

“Need you to fuck me,” Dom said, rocking his hips up. Sam’s cock rubbed against Dom’s pelvis and he exhaled shakily, grinding down on him.

Humming, Sam traced his nose down Dom’s cheek, kissed his jaw. “Not gonna fuck you tonight, kitten.” He waited for Dom’s offended, bewildered noise before he continued. “Gonna make love to you.”

Dom glared and shook his head, unwillingly smiling the whole time. “Ugh, you’re such a romantic,” he complained, but there was a blush to his face that wasn’t there before. Sam kissed his cheekbones where the colour was darkest and felt the warmth against his lips.

“You love it.”

“Only because it’s you.”

Sam grinned, painfully fond. “Guess I’m pretty lucky then.”

It was so easy to slip into Dom. Sam barely pulled back, didn't need to look down; he knew Dom’s body as well as he knew his own. His cock slid through Dom’s wet folds, and Sam kept his eyes on him as the head caught on his entrance and he sank in. Dom’s eyelids fluttered and they both sighed at the feeling of being stretched open. Sam wanted to take it slow and savour this, to sink all the way into Dom’s cunt and stay there in that tight heat he’d been longing for all night. Reaching up, he brushed some of Dom’s hair out of his face, cupping his cheek as they moved together.

He loved watching Dom’s face like this. Every twitch of an expression, nothing hidden anymore between them. Dom couldn’t hold his gaze like this for the longest time. He’d eventually look away, make Sam break eye contact, anything to avoid being seen. But he didn’t look away anymore. And the way Dom looked up at Sam now, like he saw something sacred in him…

Sam had to kiss him. He pinned Dom down gently and poured every bit of love into the kiss, feeling more than hearing Dom moan against his lips. When he fully sank home into Dom Sam gasped into his mouth, Dom licking into him with a needy whine.

He stayed there, just like he wanted, feeling Dom clench and twitch around him. And Dom didn’t squirm, didn’t complain, even brought Sam’s hips in closer with his leg and kept him there, buried so fucking deep they could’ve been one person. They just laid there, surrounded by each other, kissing for so long that Sam lost track of time. He lived for this intimacy, the feeling of their lips and tongues, sharing adoring touches, and the way he fit so fucking perfectly in him. He really was at home, here in Dom’s arms. Anywhere Dom was, Sam wanted to be, always.

“My darling,” Dom murmured so sweetly that Sam had to kiss him again.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“If you don’t move now,” he said with a threatening tilt to his head, “I’m going to throw the worst tantrum you’ve ever fucking seen.”

Sam’s loud laughter shook them both, and when he did as he was told, pulling out deliciously slowly, Dom’s smile widened even as he hummed thickly, his head falling back against the pillows. “God, I love you,” Sam confessed for the hundredth time.

“And I love you. Now make love to me, darling.”

“Anything you want.”

Sam pushed back in just as slow, both of them sighing in relief. He kept up that pace, letting his pleasure build like warm coals instead of a blazing fire. Dom met his thrusts with languid rolls of his hips, his fingers raising goosebumps where they roamed over Sam’s body, only sometimes using his nails as more of a tickle than a scratch, making Sam shiver at the faint sparks left in their wake.

The only time they looked away from each other was when they kissed, messy and slow and needy. Sam wanted this forever. He drew back and saw the raw, staggering adoration he felt reflected in Dom’s face and thought of the rings he’d been looking at a few days ago. Taking Dom’s left hand in his, Sam brought it to his lips to kiss his knuckles.

“I’m yours, Dominik. You know that, right?” he said, grinding into Dom harder, deeper, his voice getting rough and desperate. “All of me, every piece. For as long as you want and past that, even.”

Dom’s mouth opened around a low moan. “I know, fuck, I know. I’ll want you for as long as I can fucking have you.” He pulled their hands to his chest, guided Sam’s face closer with an insistent hand in his thick hair, and looked up at Sam with possessive, defiant love as he said, shaky but unflinching, “You’re mine, and I’m yours, and I’ll die before that ever changes.”

Sam blinked away the sudden wetness in his eyes and caught Dom in a searing kiss. It felt like a vow. He couldn’t describe the feeling overtaking him, other than overwhelming need. Not just for Dom’s body, or the bliss of coming with him, inside him, but for everything he was, all that they were to each other. They were as close as they could possibly be and it’d never be enough.

“Sweetheart,” Sam rasped, almost pleading, but for what he didn’t even know.

“Samuele,” Dom said his name with a shuddery whimper. “I’m here, I’m yours. Fuck, please.”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Sam hiked Dom’s hips up one-handed, his right hand still holding tight onto Dom’s left. The new angle had Dom crying out, his back arching, eyes going unfocused as Sam’s cock dragged relentlessly over his g-spot. Dropping his head, Sam rested his sweaty forehead against Dom’s, words finally lost to instinct and the need to breathe each other in as their lips brushed in an open-mouthed kiss.

Dom’s thighs began to tremble again and he babbled Sam’s name in between his whining and swearing. As Sam’s climax drew nearer, his slow, hard thrusts lost their steady pace. He was so close he shook with it, and so in love with the man below him he could burst, a dam about to collapse, ready to be swept away by the impending flood.

“F-fuck, Sam, my darling, my lo–” Dom gasped and cut himself off with a loud whine.

“Your love?” Sam said breathlessly.

“Yes—god–” Dom’s face twisted with pleasure, looking almost wounded by it, but he held Sam’s gaze as he panted and shuddered and bore down on Sam’s cock and sobbed out, “my love.”

He clutched at Sam as he came with a choked-off cry, like he couldn’t bear to have any space between them, Dom’s free arm wrapped around his shoulders and keeping their bodies as close as possible. His cunt clenched so tight around Sam that he hissed as he fucked him through his orgasm, tumbling right after him, the dam breaking as he spilled deep inside Dom. His hips twitched helpessly at the feeling of Dom's cunt fluttering in the aftershocks, pulling him in as if to keep him there. Not that Sam would pull out until he had to.

“Your love,” Sam whispered reverently, kissing Dom even though they were both gasping for air and trembling. Dom nodded, his expression heartbreakingly tender.

Slowly, Sam manoeuvred them so they laid on their sides, chests still heaving in an unsynced rhythm. Dom closed any distance between them, making sure to keep Sam inside for as long as he could, and snaked his arms around him in a firm hug. It made Sam chuckle weakly. He loved the rare times Dom got clingy after sex instead of needing space. Returning the embrace, Sam held him just as tight, giving him a bit of a squeeze as he nuzzled into Dom’s sweaty hair and kissed the top of his head.

It was so easy to drift off like that. Sam could feel Dom’s heartbeat in his own chest as it slowed, and even Dom’s aimlessly wandering hands eventually stalled as sleep came for him, body going lax in Sam’s arms. The last thing Sam saw before he fell asleep too was Dom’s beautiful face in the moonlight.

As always, Sam woke first.

If given the very rare chance, Dom could sleep in well into the morning. That was something they’d both discovered: how soundly they slept together. Sam was still an early riser, but today he dozed in and out, half-awake as he watched his sweetheart sleep peacefully, safely. Supporting his face with the back of his hand, Sam smiled softly while Dom breathed steadily and drooled a little on the pillowcase. He looked forward to teasing him about it, could perfectly picture the sleepy, bitchy glare he’d get for it.

Scant few people could say they’d ever seen Dom like this. It amazed him, sometimes, that he was one of them.

Sam lightly traced the sharp features of Dom's face with the back of his index finger. So much of him was sharp, pointed; honed to a knife’s edge out of necessity. In contrast, Sam thought of himself as a hardened, blunt force, like a sledgehammer in calculated hands. Fear and pain and need had made them both tough and slow to trust in their own ways.

But somehow, even if it took years, they did trust each other. They'd both rolled over, shown their bellies, and instead of being gutted they felt gentle hands and careful lips on their most vulnerable places. Sam had fallen in love so quickly with the man he’d found beyond sharp teeth and sharper words.

It was almost surprising at first how sweet Dom could be, once he shed his armour. He really was a sweetheart underneath it all. Mostly. Sometimes. Like sour candy. The thought made Sam’s smile widen, got a quiet chuckle out of him, and Dom’s brow twitched.

“Mmm… what’re y’laughing at?” Dom grumbled as he brought his sleep-clumsy hands up to rub at his face.

“You, drooling,” Sam said.

There was the glare. It didn't do much when Dom’s face was still half tucked into the pillow.

“Fuck off.”

As Dom stubbornly wiped at his mouth, Sam coaxed him across the sheets, pulling their naked bodies together. He was so warm as he snuggled into Sam’s arms with a lingering glare for appearance’s sake.

“G’morning, sweetheart,” Sam said, quietly but full of love as he pressed their foreheads together, and Dom’s façade cracked easily, breaking into a wide, groggy, brilliant smile.

“G’morning, my love.”

His voice was a soft rasp of deep adoration. It made Sam feel buoyant, helium-filled. He kissed Dom despite their morning breath; he couldn’t help it, not with the way his heart felt like it needed to crawl into Dom’s open hands. Dom smiled against his lips as he returned the kiss, before tucking his head under Sam’s chin and curling in close with a sigh. Sam pressed a kiss to the back of Dom’s head, nuzzling into his hair again and breathing him in.

They laid there in each other’s arms for countless minutes, sharing soft touches that grew less innocent as the sun rose bright and golden outside. Dom’s sigh when Sam slipped his cock into his cunt sounded like contentment, and they rocked together lazily, indulgently, trading kisses and I love yous until Sam came. Then he crawled down the bed and cleaned up his mess from Dom’s cunt with gentle determination until he came too with a quiet groan. Resting his cheek on Dom’s thigh with what must be the most corny, sentimental expression he’d ever worn, Sam watched his love’s breathing even out as he came down.

“Should I get breakfast started, sweetheart?” he asked, and Dom looked down his torso at him, chin and neck all scrunched up by the angle. Sam’s grin widened at the sight.

“Thought that was breakfast,” Dom said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Snorting, Sam nipped at Dom’s skin to make him squirm. Dom scoffed melodramatically and tried to move away, but Sam trapped him with his arms and kept biting his inner thighs until Dom was wriggling and cackling and shoving him away, swearing and yelling about being betrayed. Sitting up, Sam yanked Dom down the bed and leaned over him to kiss him quick and filthy one more time before he said, “I’ll get it started. Take your time, kitten.”

He left Dom still laughing in their bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants before he went to the bathroom to piss and brush his teeth, then the kitchen to get the coffee going, smiling to himself the whole time.

He was so fucking happy. In his darker moments during the years Dom was gone, heartbroken and aching over the distance between them, he’d desperately wished they could have a life like this. Not that he believed they ever would, most of the time. The idea was enough to keep him going though, to keep him fighting for it by taking down every mark that Vincenzo said would put Dom at risk. That it’d happened, that they were here in their home—only half unpacked but still theirs—felt like the best dream he’d ever had. His only regret was that he couldn’t make this happen sooner.

A door clicked shut down the hall. Dom was up. Sam seasoned and whisked up some eggs, pouring them into a pan. They’d just started to cook when he heard Dom walk into the kitchen, footsteps quiet from training and habit. Sam jumped when he felt a pinch on his ass as Dom went by, and caught the mischievous smirk on his face when he turned to give him a scolding look.

“Do you want to eat or not?” Sam asked.

Dom grabbed the mug Sam left out for him, pouring himself some coffee and turning to lean against the counter. All he wore was a pair of his own black boxer briefs and one of Sam’s old shirts that hung loosely off his shoulder, the faded grey of it making him look soft in the morning light. Sam’s mouth went dry at the sight. This was clearly a targeted attack, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“Your threats are very empty, my darling,” Dom said flatly, still smirking as he sipped his coffee.

“They are, huh?”

Dom hummed and shrugged, so Sam set down the spatula. Planting his hands on either side of Dom, he leaned into them to loom into Dom’s space, one eyebrow cocked. Dom, of course, looked like the cat that got the cream as he placed his mug out of harm’s way.

“Well, shit. Seems I’ve been proved wrong,” he said with blatantly false surprise. There was a tick at the corner of his lips, a flash of a genuine smile breaking through.

“Seems so,” Sam said.

When he reached up, Sam thought he’d be pulled in for a kiss. Instead, Dom gazed at Sam with a slight tilt to his head while he played with his hair, his long fingers straightening out the strands messed up by sex and sleep. Then he moved down to lightly scratch his nails through Sam’s beard, making him grumble and close his eyes at the pleasant sensation.

“Have I told you I love the beard?” Dom mused.

Sam chuckled lowly and said, “Yeah, every few months.”

“Ah. Good.” Dom’s imperious tone made Sam smile, growing wider when he felt Dom pulling him in for a kiss that tasted like their toothpaste.

“I’ve got eggs to scramble, Dominik,” Sam said, but he kept kissing Dom anyway, muffling his laughter.

“Then scram.”

Groaning in agony, Sam rolled his eyes and pulled away from Dom as he cackled.

They ate at the kitchen island again, almost mirroring the night before, but instead of sitting across from each other they sat side by side, shoulders brushing as they talked about their plans for the day. Dom had his foot hooked around Sam’s ankle the whole time.

Halfway through breakfast, though, Dom’s phone rang.

Vinny’s name appeared and, frowning, Dom answered with a short, “Vin?” Sam couldn’t hear what Vinny was saying, but he saw the instant change in Dom’s body language. His loose, relaxed contentment fled as he straightened up and his face hardened, turning grim. Family business, then. He asked a few terse, one word questions. One of Vinny’s responses made Dom’s eyes dart to Sam, something close to fear in the tenseness of his face, and Sam felt a chill.

“Pond?” he asked quietly.

Dom nodded, but quickly followed it with, “She’s alive,” and relief and dread both threatened to choke him.

“We’re on our way, Vin. Ten minutes, tops.” Dom ended the call and stood, beckoning Sam to follow him as he explained that Salvatore was holding Pond, Willow, Gareth, and a few others hostage to lure them to the vet clinic. They dressed in a hurry, grabbing their weapons and checking them over. He felt numb, mechanical. Sam kept his mind carefully focused on each task—grabbing his guns and extra ammo, checking the magazines—so that the images of River that haunted his mind wouldn’t overtake him.

“Sam.”

Dom’s hand covered the back of his own as he held his pistol in a painful grip. Meeting his eyes, Sam saw concern shift into raw, stubborn, pissed off determination on Dom’s face as he stood there fully dressed but still wearing Sam’s shirt, and if it were possible Sam loved him even more for it.

“We’ll do what we can,” he said, squeezing Sam’s hand, and Sam nodded. Dom knew there was no point in lying to him about this. There were never any guarantees in this business. But just having him at his side made Sam feel a little less numb, a lot more steadfast.

Pressing a quick kiss to Dom’s lips, Sam said, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, darling. Let’s go.”

♣♣♣

Sam takes a deep breath, and takes comfort in Dom’s shoulder against his. But there’s something wrong.

This whole thing reeked of bullshit from the start, but now that Salvatore’s worked his way from Vinny all the way to Tig, and not one of the five of them has been shot, Sam knows something, somewhere, has been rigged. There’s no random chance in this, and that bullet may as well have a name carved into the casing. It sure as hell isn’t Salvatore’s, no matter what the slimy fuck promised when he started this “game,” and Sam’s next best guesses send fear clawing up his spine.

He turns his head and finds Dom facing Vinny. They’re sharing a look, and he knows they’ve figured it out, too. Shit. Shit.

Salvatore saunters away from Tig. “Wow, tough luck for me, huh?” he says. Sam can hear the insincere pout in his voice and wishes he could beat his face in. “Guess that's the risk with a game like this.”

Maybe he should be looking at Pond instead, but he can't. He doesn't want his last memory of his daughter to be of her horrified face. So he waits for Dom to look back at him, knowing that he will.

Dom turns after he has one more look at his brother. His eyes are as calm and blue as the sea after a storm, resigned in a way Sam hates. It looks wrong on the most stubborn man he knows. But the longer Dom looks at him, the softer his face becomes, crows-feet deepening in an expression Sam’s seen thousands of times now.

He knew what it was probably before Dom himself did, or at least before he could really acknowledge it. Love. Just seeing Dom look at him like this always made every set-back and argument and years of separation worth the frustration and heartbreak. It was all worth it, every moment, and Sam so selfishly wishes he could’ve had the rest of time to see it again and again. Pressing further into Dom’s shoulder, he feels him return the gesture.

Salvatore’s footsteps stall behind Sam and Dom, the distinct mechanical clicking of the revolver’s cylinder sliding into place, the final chamber inevitably filled with the only bullet. Sam hears a quiet, surprised chuckle. “Risk and reward,” he draws out the syllables like he's mulling them over, “that's been the game, the gamble, our whole lives. Only this time, I've stacked the deck in my favour. Luck doesn't fucking matter today.”

The words I love you are choking Sam’s throat, desperate to be said just one more fucking time, so he can be sure Dom knows because they’ve only been saying it for too short a time. He should’ve said it the first moment he thought it. He wants to keep saying it forever. He really fucking wants forever.

“Might wanna look away for this one, Sammy,” Salvatore says casually.

A flash of silver creeps into Sam's periphery and his heart plummets, lead-heavy.

And Sam, God help him, he does. He listens. He closes his eyes against the image of the gun being held to the back of Dom's skull.

♠♠♠

Dom’s already ran through every scenario he could think of. None of them get everyone out alive. It’s a fucking bloodbath at best. The civilians make it harder; easy weak points for Salvatore’s soldiers to take out. He can’t see any other way for this to go other than to let Salvatore’s insane power-trip play out.

And of course it’s fucking Russian Roulette. Such a cliché.

He can’t control the fear when Salvatore aims at Vinny first, the silver pistol buried in his golden hair. Every bit of Dom’s training and resolve go towards keeping himself still, but he instinctually pulls at the ropes binding his wrists anyway. The only thing going through his mind is not him not my brother please God not my brother—so he can’t watch. He can’t. He’ll do something really fucking stupid if he does.

Glancing at Willow instead, Dom sees they’re still miraculously keeping their cool—the only tell is the tension at the corners of their mouth—and wishes they didn’t have to be here for this. They’d been kept as far away from the business as any of them could manage, the one thing in Vinny’s life that wasn’t part of the hardships of the Family; it’s shit luck that this is their grand introduction.

Will makes the tiniest sound and Dom closes his eyes when the gun clicks, empty.

“You live to see another day, cousin!” Salvatore gloats.

Dom wants to gut him, split him open from the balls up, grin as his entrails spill out, hot and stinking, and feed his corpse to the pigs. Even so, he’s breathing steadily, pushing the panic into something useful, something that keeps him ready. But as Salvatore keeps going down the line, aiming that tacky revolver at each person and pulling the trigger with an anticlimactic click, the more he feels like being ready won’t do any good.

When he survives his own turn Dom barely reacts, too concerned that Sam is next. Any movement could ruin this, putting Sam’s life at even greater risk, but it's just as hard to keep himself composed when the trigger is pulled uselessly, unable to hold back the heavy breath of relief at the sound. Dom fucking aches with the need to hold Sam, for reassurance that he’s still there and alive beside him, especially when Sam leans into him.

All he can do is grit his teeth, return the touch, and swallow down the lump in his throat.

Tig is last, before Salvatore himself, because of course he is. Dom doesn’t watch the boy. Keeps his eyes on Pond instead as Salvatore makes some speech. The way Pond’s reacting, though, breathing heavily, panic and rage and realisation plain on faer face, Dom knows something is wrong with how Salvatore’s acting with Tig. And with the rest of the rumours he’s heard about that sick fuck, Dom makes a mental note to tell Vinny to be extra fucking brutal to their cousin when they get out of this.

If they get out of this.

No. When.

The telltale empty click goes off in the clinic and Pond flinches with a wounded sound before going slack with relief. Dom wishes he could’ve trained that reactivity out of her, hopes he’ll still have time to. Mourns, for the thousandth time, that he would even need to. She deserves a safer life than this hell that took her brother from her.

Dom takes a steadying breath and takes stock. If none of them were shot, that leaves Salvatore himself, as he’d promised. But there’s no way he’ll keep his word and blow his own fucking head off, not when he’s got this much of an upper hand. So he has a target. And he rigged the game to put on a show. The three best targets—Vinny, himself, and Sam—are lined up beside each other. Salvatore’s soldiers shoved them to their knees in that order specifically.

So it’s either himself, his brother, or his lover. Dom knows which of the three he’d rather it be, instantly. There’s no way Salvatore would listen if Dom started snarling at the fucker to provoke him to kill him, he’d know it was a last ditch effort to take the attention off Sam and Vinny; even if Dom was the target, Salvatore, the vindictive shitbag that he is, would just shoot one of them instead. That’s not a risk Dom can take. He has to see this through, however the cards fall, and that knowledge sits like a dead weight in his chest.

He leans further into Sam’s strong shoulder as Salvatore’s heels click slowly across the linoleum floor. Quickly, Dom looks at Vinny, who must’ve caught on too and is already watching him and Sam. Fuck, it’s such a relief that Kez and the baby aren’t here. That’s the only good thing, out of all of this: that Salvatore didn’t find out about that precious secret.

Dom shoots Vinny a sad, tired, wry smile, since he can’t tell Vinny he loves him one last time. Vinny’s eyebrows twitch upwards, a flash of despair swiftly hidden before he nods and turns to look at Willow. He knows, and that's enough.

And then Dom turns to Sam. His darling, his love.

Dom’s surprised to find himself so calm when he looks at Sam, but there’s nothing he can fucking do, no plan, no great escape. The only thing he can do is memorise the handsome face of the man he loves so fiercely, so deeply, that he wanted to spend his whole life with him. Fuck, Dom wanted that so badly. Wants it. He wants to tell Sam about the ring in his desk. He wants to tell Sam how much he loves him, that he’ll always love him, but there’s no fucking way words can even express that properly anyway, not here.

There’s so much sadness in Sam’s eyes, but even more love. It took Dom so long to see it because he’s a goddamn idiot, but it’d been there almost as long as they’d known each other. Love makes Sam’s eyes crinkle a little, the warmth of his gorgeous brown irises that much more intense. If only Dom could get that smile out of him one more time, the one that’s just for him. He wants to hold Sam, desperately, not just push a little harder into his shoulder and hope that he understands.

Salvatore’s droning on and on about luck as the revolver’s final chamber slides into place but Dom couldn’t give a shit. All that asshole wants is attention and Dom won’t tear his away from Sam, not for the world. When he stops behind them with a delighted little chuckle, Dom starts begging a God he doesn't believe in, one more time.

Please not Sam not my darling let him live please–

“Might wanna look away for this one, Sammy.”

Thank you, God.

The relief hits Dom hard when cold metal kisses the back of his head and he sags into it with a sigh.

I love you Sam I love you I love you I’m sor–

♣♣♣

Sam feels Dom's shoulders sag, hears his relieved sigh–

Cut short by a bang.

Dom–

The.

His.

The body.

His sweetheart falls to the floor.

His heart is on the floor.

Sam can barely hear the limp wet thud past the ringing in his ears.

He does hear Vinny’s broken choked-out “No.”

His chest is caving in.

There’s a black hole there now the size of a bullet wound.

He opens his eyes and sees red.

Everywhere.

Pooling under what’s left of Dom’s beautiful ruined face.

He hates getting blood in his hair. It’s all in his hair.

Oh god. Fuck. Oh god.

Why?

Dom is dead on the floor in a pool of his own blood with his face blown off and Sam can’t lie there with him.

Dom is wearing his shirt and it’s soaked with blood.

Something’s happening in the room but Sam doesn’t care.

A door shuts and there’s movement around him and he’s shaking he thinks but the blood is spreading.

It’s red everywhere. In his pretty hair. On his shirt. Leaking from the crater of his face and–

“Sam.”

Pond’s hands rest gently on Sam’s shoulders and he flinches.

“Sam, don’t look.”

“I didn’t though.”

He didn’t look so he has to now.

Someone cuts the zip ties around his wrists and he reaches out a trembling hand to touch his shirt on Dom’s limp body.

Sam knows what dead bodies are like but he thought this time Dom might be cold not warm because Sam’s gone cold now.

Sam’s cold but Dom’s still warm and that’s wrong somehow.

“Dad.” Pond’s voice trembles.

I don’t want you to hurt, my darling.

He has no choice now.

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Effective Pest Control in Point Cook: Protecting Your Home, Health, and Peace of Mind

Point Cook is a beautiful suburb, offering the best of urban living alongside coastal views and green landscapes. But with the charm of this area comes the challenge of dealing with various pests, from termites to rodents and ants, that can compromise the safety and comfort of any home. Effective pest control Point Cook requires both expertise and vigilance, helping you prevent and manage infestations while protecting your property and health.

Why Pest Control is Essential for Point Cook Residents

DIY pest control methods can be effective for minor issues, but they often don’t offer a lasting solution, leaving room for pests to return. Professional pest control Point Cook provide a more comprehensive approach, equipped with advanced tools and techniques to eliminate pests at their source. Here’s why choosing expert pest control is critical:

Health Protection: Pests are carriers of bacteria and allergens, posing risks to family members, especially children and pets. Professional pest control reduces these health hazards.

Property Preservation: Pests like termites and rodents can cause extensive damage to a home’s structure, wiring, and insulation. Preventing infestations helps maintain property value and safety.

Sustainable Solutions: Experts provide eco-friendly, tailored solutions that not only eliminate pests but also prevent future infestations.

Common Pests in Point Cook and Their Risks

Termites: Known as “silent destroyers,” termites cause millions in damage each year. They are a serious concern in Point Cook due to the area’s natural wood-rich environment, making regular inspections crucial.

Ants: Garden ants and other ant species are common in Point Cook. While they may seem harmless, they can quickly invade kitchens and food storage areas, creating a nuisance that’s difficult to eliminate without professional help.

Rodents: Mice and rats cause substantial damage by gnawing on wiring, insulation, and household structures. Additionally, they can spread diseases, making them a top priority for pest control in Point Cook.

Cockroaches: Resilient and fast-breeding, cockroaches are a health hazard due to the bacteria and allergens they carry. Professional treatments ensure thorough elimination and prevent future re-infestations.

Spiders: Point Cook is home to a variety of spider species, some of which are venomous. Professional control offers safe removal and minimizes the risk of spider bites.

Key Pest Control Methods Used in Point Cook

For effective pest control in Point Cook, experts deploy various strategies depending on the pest type and severity of the infestation:

Chemical Treatments: Safe, targeted chemical applications are effective for pests like termites and ants. Professionals ensure that treatments are carefully applied to avoid health risks.

Heat Treatments: Ideal for sensitive pests like bed bugs, heat treatments raise the temperature in affected areas to eliminate pests without chemicals.

Biological Control: Using natural predators or eco-friendly agents to reduce pest populations, this method is particularly effective in gardens and outdoor areas.

Physical Barriers and Sealing: Preventing entry is key to effective pest control. Pest control experts use sealing techniques to block potential entry points, protecting homes from recurring infestations.

Integrated Pest Management (IPM): This eco-friendly, multi-method approach combines habitat modification, biological agents, and limited pesticide use for a balanced, long-term solution.

Seasonal Pest Patterns in Point Cook

Different pests are more active during specific seasons, and understanding these patterns can help in scheduling preventive treatments:

Spring: Warmer weather awakens termites and ants, making it the ideal season for termite inspections and ant prevention measures.

Summer: The hot, dry season increases the presence of cockroaches, spiders, and rodents as they seek cool, indoor spaces. It’s essential to seal entry points and schedule routine treatments.

Autumn: As the weather cools, rodents start to move indoors. Regular inspections during this season can help prevent them from nesting inside your home.

Winter: Rodent activity peaks as they look for warmth, while cockroaches and spiders remain active in heated areas. Winter is the perfect time for sealing and monitoring pest activity.

Tips for Maintaining a Pest-Free Home Year-Round

In addition to professional services, these preventive steps can help protect your Point Cook home from infestations:

Seal Entry Points: Inspect and repair cracks, gaps, or holes around doors, windows, and foundations. Small gaps can easily become entryways for ants, rodents, and spiders.

Practice Good Sanitation: Keep food stored in airtight containers, clean spills immediately, and empty trash regularly. A clean home is far less attractive to pests.

Manage Moisture: Leaks and standing water attract pests like termites and cockroaches. Fix plumbing issues promptly and remove water build-up outside the home.

Outdoor Maintenance: Trim back plants and remove excess foliage near the house, as overgrown vegetation creates shelter for pests. Storing wood piles away from the home also deters termites.

Regular Inspections: Scheduling inspections with pest control professionals is an investment in long-term protection. Catching potential problems early saves both time and cost on extensive treatments later.

Eco-Friendly Pest Control Options in Point Cook

Many residents today prefer environmentally responsible pest control options, and many Point Cook providers now offer these solutions:

Non-Toxic Treatments: Botanical oils, organic sprays, and biodegradable products offer safer alternatives to traditional chemicals.

Mechanical Traps: Traps are a humane and effective solution for rodents, providing an alternative to poisons.

Habitat Modification: Professionals can suggest landscaping changes to naturally reduce pest-friendly environments, such as removing standing water sources or dense vegetation.

Biodegradable Treatments: These treatments break down quickly and minimize environmental impact, making them ideal for areas around children and pets.

Choosing the Right Pest Control Service in Point Cook

When selecting a pest control provider, look for the following qualities:

Local Knowledge: Providers familiar with Point Cook’s pest issues can offer more effective and targeted treatments.

Licensed Technicians: Certified and trained technicians understand the best and safest ways to handle infestations, particularly for harmful pests.

Transparent Pricing: Look for companies that offer clear pricing with no hidden fees, and consider those that offer service guarantees.

Eco-Friendly Options: Many providers in Point Cook offer green pest control, so if eco-friendly solutions are important to you, make sure your provider has suitable options.

Year-Round Pest Control Plans for Lasting Protection

With Point Cook’s seasonal pest patterns, year-round protection is a practical choice for many residents. Many pest control companies offer tailored plans, providing regular inspections, seasonal treatments, and emergency services. Investing in a year-round pest control plan allows residents to enjoy a safe and comfortable home, free from pests throughout the year.

Conclusion

Effective pest control in Point Cook is about more than just removing pests—it’s about ensuring the safety, health, and comfort of your home. By choosing a professional pest control provider with local expertise and eco-friendly solutions, you can protect your property and loved ones from the common pests in Point Cook.

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maideondemand · 4 months ago

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Best Oven Cleaning Service In Sydney

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Specialist Services: Special cleaning equipment, chemicals, or trained technicians may be required for certain areas, such as pressure cleaning grease on garage floors or extensive wall cleaning by painters or plasterers.

Additional Items: Items like fridges or furniture not included in the inclusions list will not be cleaned unless agreed upon in writing.

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Please ensure you review your quote to confirm the specific inclusions and exclusions for your Bond Cleaning service. If you have any questions or require further clarification, our team is ready to assist you.

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Online Food Hygiene Course Level 2: Ensuring Safety and Quality in the Food Industry

In today’s fast-paced world, the food industry plays a crucial role in feeding the growing population. As this sector continues to expand, maintaining high standards of food hygiene has become more critical than ever. Foodborne illnesses can have severe consequences, ranging from mild discomfort to life-threatening conditions. Therefore, proper training in food hygiene is essential for anyone working in the food industry. One effective way to achieve this is through an Online Food Hygiene Course Level 2, which equips individuals with the necessary knowledge and skills to ensure food safety and quality.

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Food hygiene refers to the practices that prevent food contamination and ensure that food is safe to consume. Poor hygiene practices can lead to the proliferation of harmful bacteria and viruses, causing foodborne diseases. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), millions of people fall ill and thousands die each year due to unsafe food. This underscores the need for stringent food hygiene standards and training.

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Key Components of the Course

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vizthedatum · 9 months ago

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just another vent about my ex-spouse because I'm processing my triggers from Monday

So Monday was a very bad day for me, and I think I figured out why (IN ADDITION TO THE STUPID PMDD).

My landlord at my current place (literally the best apartment I've ever rented so far, and it's affordable) does annual pest maintenance. Like he hires an external company to come and check with us about any concerns we're having, and they do the necessary work.

I did deal with some mice earlier this year (I think I caught and killed them all, and the maintenance man helped me seal any points of entry with steel wool).

I do try to keep my current place clean - even if it gets cluttered and unvacuumed. (I am working on that clutter right now).

It is EXTREMELY better than how I was living with my ex-spouse.

The appointment with the pest maintenance person went so well! We didn't really see any major issues, I asked about how I've been growing my plants and if that could be introducing pests, and he laid out some preemptive traps.

I don't have pests or mice or anything.

My place is clean and not dirty.

I was triggered though. And I went into a spiral about how I was going to be alone, financially broke forever, etc. (I mean, these are still my fears...)

As I've mentioned earlier in the blog, my ex-spouse purposely kept me in a long-term living situation that had a severe mouse infestation (they were everywhere, and I was desperately cleaning all the time when I had the energy, and I was in complete and fucking dysregulation). AND I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KICKED THEM OUT, CALLED AN EXTERMINATOR LIKE I WANTED TO, AND DEALT WITH IT.

I am one of the more peaceful people with animals you may ever meet, but I WILL STILL FUCKING KILL WILD MICE IN MY HOME. Judge me all you want.

Asshole didn't even understand how much fucking health risk they were putting us in while talking about how covid was going to kill us (again, note: said asshole did not have any healthcare experience or know-how - nor did they really listen to me.).

We had hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of traps, did you know?

The ones that I got (that I had to get approved by them - to be safe and non-lethal... even though I ended up getting lethal ones later), I really did try to deploy them and use. We caught and released a few, but it was overall a worthless effort.

It's just all triggering to me, even though I'm so safe right now.

My apartment (even if it's messy right now) is SO MUCH CLEANER AND WELL-ORGANIZED than how I was living with them.

I am literally suffering from flares and fatigue right now, and I can still manage it all so much better. I am more functional than I was two years ago.

I remember one time, I went out TO FUCKING RECHARGE MY SPOONS BY HAVING NECESSARY SOCIAL INTERACTION (THAT I ALSO CLEARED WITH THEM BECAUSE THEY HAD SUCH BAD CONTROL ISSUES) BECAUSE THAT IS ESSENTIAL TO MY FUCKING MENTAL HEALTH, and I came back, and they were crying on top of a pile of cardboard boxes saying that I was just going out and not helping take care of the household.

HOW COULD I TAKE CARE OF THE HOUSEHOLD WHEN YOU ANTAGONIZED EVERYTHING I DID ALL THE FUCKING TIME?

I BEGGED YOU AND SHOWED YOU THE THINGS I COULD NOT DO.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT AFFECTED ME THAT I COULDN'T SAFELY COOK IN OUR OWN FUCKING KITCHEN?!

DID YOU LIKE SEEING ME IN PERPETUAL FUNCTIONAL FREEZE GETTING SICKER AND SICKER?

LOOK AT OLD PICTURES OF ME THROUGHOUT THE RELATIONSHIP AND KNOW THAT YOU DID THAT. YOU TOOK AWAY MY YOUTH, MY BEAUTY, MY HEALTH, AND MY SANITY.

YOU REDUCED ME TO FUCKING PROP WHO YOU THOUGHT WAS SILLY.

TELL EVERYONE I WAS A BAD PARTNER - TELL EVERYONE I WAS THE ABUSIVE AND UNHINGED ONE - IT'S EASY TO DO, ISN'T IT? It's sooooo easy to call me crazy, huh?

I'd rather be crazy and unhinged than ever be with someone remotely like you ever again. Because my level of "crazy and unhinged" is living a peaceful, pest-free life where I (and my friends and loved ones) can do something meaningful with our lives. I might be messy. I might have really bad executive functioning skills. I have legitimate life challenges. I might need help from my friends from time to time and be demanding in my relationships. I might be super verbose and dramatic/quirky/whatever... but I don't think I'm crazy.

#vent post #vent #cw vent #trauma #mice #pests #healing #neurodivergence #heartbreak #harm #pest services #i know this is a repetitive vent but it had a huge impact on me

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theinfiniteservice · 10 months ago

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Implementing Health and Safety Practices in Food Establishments: Best Practices

Ensuring health and safety practices in food establishments is paramount to safeguarding the well-being of consumers and maintaining the integrity of the food industry. Implementing best practices not only fosters a safe environment but also enhances the reputation and success of food businesses. Here's a comprehensive guide to the best practices for implementing health and safety in food establishments.

1. Staff Training and Education:

Best Practice: Regularly train and educate staff on food safety protocols, hygiene practices, and the importance of compliance with health standards.

Rationale: Well-informed and trained staff are essential for maintaining a hygienic environment and preventing foodborne illnesses.

2. Hazard Analysis and Critical Control Points (HACCP) System:

Best Practice: Implement a HACCP system, which identifies, evaluates, and controls potential hazards throughout the food production process.

Rationale: HACCP is a systematic approach to ensuring food safety and preventing contamination at critical points in the production chain.

3. Proper Food Handling and Storage:

Best Practice: Train staff on proper food handling, storage, and temperature control to prevent bacterial growth and ensure the freshness of ingredients.

Rationale: Correct food handling practices minimize the risk of foodborne illnesses and maintain the quality of food products.

4. Regular Equipment Maintenance:

Best Practice: Conduct regular maintenance of kitchen equipment to ensure proper functionality and hygiene.

Rationale: Well-maintained equipment reduces the risk of contamination and ensures the safe preparation and handling of food.

5. Personal Hygiene Standards:

Best Practice: Enforce strict personal hygiene standards, including handwashing, the use of protective clothing, and regular health check-ups for staff.

Rationale: Personal hygiene is crucial to prevent the spread of pathogens and maintain a clean and safe food preparation environment.

6. Allergen Management:

Best Practice: Clearly label allergens on menus and food packaging, and implement practices to prevent cross-contact for customers with allergies.

Rationale: Proper allergen management is essential to protect customers with allergies and comply with regulatory requirements.

7. Regular Cleaning and Sanitization:

Best Practice: Establish a comprehensive cleaning schedule for all areas of the establishment, including surfaces, utensils, and equipment.

Rationale: Regular cleaning and sanitization prevent the buildup of contaminants and maintain a hygienic environment.

8. Waste Management:

Best Practice: Implement effective waste management practices to ensure the proper disposal of food waste and other refuse.

Rationale: Proper waste management reduces the risk of pests, odors, and contamination within the establishment.

9. Facility Design and Layout:

Best Practice: Design the facility layout to facilitate efficient workflow, separate raw and cooked food areas, and ensure proper ventilation.

Rationale: A well-designed facility minimizes the risk of cross-contamination and supports overall food safety.

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primepestsolutions · 1 year ago

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Melbourne's Best Pest Control for Rentals & Commercial Spaces

Infestations of pests are one of the difficulties of owning rental homes or managing businesses in Melbourne. In Point Cook and around Melbourne, Prime Pest Solutions provides dependable pest control Point Cook services. To maintain a pest-free environment and assure tenant satisfaction and business success, our knowledgeable team is aware of the urgency involved. We deal with typical concerns like rodents, insects, and termites using specialised approaches for pest control rental property, including eco-friendly treatments. With the help of our specialised commercial pest control Melbourne services, protect your assets and reputation. Count on us to produce a pest-free, healthful environment that encourages a positive rental and business experience.

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pestcontrolau · 2 years ago

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Opt for Trusted Rodent Pest Control Services to Improve Standard of Living

Nowadays, home and business owners opt for rodent pest control services to avoid food contamination that would cause serious health conditions. Further, they would inspect every nook and corner to check the entry as well as exit point so they can provide treatments accordingly. Initially, they will identify the breed of the rodent and offer effective solutions that will limit the risk for the same.

Benefits of Choosing Reliable Eco-Friendly Control Solutions:

To begin with, the most anticipated topic is indoor pesticides safe for pets or it might affect their health. The answer to this problem is several agencies offer pet safe control services so they can breathe comfortably and avoid infections within the atmosphere. Reliable exterminators use highly effective eco-friendly formulation that will have positive impact on environment, support sustainability as well as provide safe place for pets.

Generally, the main focus is on offering healthy environment for living to both humans and animals so they do not feel uncomfortable at any given stage. Moreover, they are well-equipped with advance tools and methods to remove pest from the property without causing any structural destruction. This formulation will also help to limit the growth of mould, mildew, debris and other harmful containments.

Additionally, professional exterminators also recommend to keep pets away from treated areas until the product has fully dried and the space has ventilated. They also provide after care instructors for pet owners to avoid any breathing problem for their pets.

Importance of Choosing Pest Control Services:

The code of conduct provides control services for varying common pests such as rats, spiders, ants, mosquitoes, flies, and other species. Skilled exterminators provide commercial kitchen pest treatment so that employees could work comfortably, avoid polluting food and maintain cooking hygiene at all levels before serving customers.

One should enquire with the best agency if they are seeking for rodent control services at cost effective packages.

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atlanticexterminating · 2 years ago

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Common Pests in Western Massachusetts Kitchens and Ways to Get Rid of Those

All working in kitchens be it commercial, at restaurants, schools, or even in our houses need to be cautious so that the food is prepared and served in a clean environment. If you are in Western Massachusetts, you might have noticed that pests are a major problem to maintain hygienic conditions in the kitchens. Nevertheless, you desire to have a hygienic condition in your kitchen which is free from any pests. The best way to have relief from pests is to have pest control service in Western Massachusetts from a reputed full-service pest control company.

Before we go into the details about the common pests and ways undertaken by reputed pest control organizations, let us know the problems faced if your kitchen is pest infected.

The problems faced having pests in the kitchen

If pests get access to food stores or cooked food in your kitchen it can be a huge problem for your food retail, catering business, or even at your home. They can make holes in food packages and contaminate those or make cooked foods inedible causing a huge loss for your business. They spread harmful bacteria like salmonella and E. coli. They can spread diseases through the following:

• Fur• Feet• Droppings• Urine• Saliva to name a few.

So, when your kitchen becomes pest infested, the health of customers and employees as well as your reputation is at risk. The ideal way out is to have pest control in Western Massachusetts from a reputed pest control organization.

The common pests that infect kitchens

We notice that four common pests can threaten kitchens. Namely, the pets are:

Ants

Cockroaches

Flies

Rodents

All these pests can spread diseases and can be hazardous to the health of the customers. Reputed pest control professionals in MA can be your best friend if you notice that these pests have infected your kitchen. They are aware of the issues caused by these pests. They are also aware of the behaviour, the hiding places, and how to exterminate those making it possible for you to have a hygienic condition in your kitchen which is free from any nature of pests.

How reputed extermination organizations offer pest control in Western Massachusetts

If you are in touch with a reputed pest management company in MA you will notice that they will be following a five-step pest-eliminating process. Their pest extermination process is beneficial for both your home and business.

Let us have a look at the process they follow to exterminate pests.

• Examine and assessAs you give them a call, they will schedule a date to inspect your property. This inspection helps them to identify the nature of the pest infecting your house. They also track down the entry points of the pests. Such analysis will help them to formulate the best pest termination process.

• Recommend the treatmentAfter inspecting your property, they will recommend the most effective pest control treatment and prevention plans to get rid of the pests and have a kitchen free from them.

• Preparation They not only prepare themselves for the pest treatment but also their customers. They will make themselves ready with the tools and solutions required to exterminate the pests. They also illuminate their clients about the pest treatment process and if they have to follow certain steps while the extermination company offers their professional service.

• Treatment

They offer an all-inclusive treatment and ensure that their customers have the best results. They follow all pest control and safety regulations while exterminating the pests so that the interior environment is safe for adults, children, and pets.

• Educate After offering their professional pest control service they educate their clients about ways to prevent further infestations.

How to have the best pest control service in Western Massachusetts

If you search for the best pest controller near me in Western Massachusetts the name of Atlantic Exterminating will top the list of organizations. There are obvious reasons for their excellent pest control services.

• They have 50 years of experience• Use of innovative process• Use of high-quality pest control treatment and methods • Fully licensed and insured exterminators• 24/7 online support

When you call them at 413 747 7828 you can expect to have a free estimate and professional pest control services.

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stephenhnatpublicadjuster · 2 years ago

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Fire Damage Insurance Claim Stages

Fire damage insurance claims can leave you feeling lost, stressed, and unsure how to proceed with your insurance company. Insurance policies can be complicated so you may be feeling insecure about how you will restore your home or business and who will pay for it.

Stephen Hnat and Associates explains the different stages of filing a fire damage insurance claim and some strategies to help you determine whether your particular incident will be covered by your insurance policy. Following these fire insurance claim tips will help you manage the impact and make sure you are doing everything in your power to remedy the situation as quickly and effectively as possible.

Alert Local Authorities & Secure the Property

Whether you are dealing with a small fire or a substantial one, you should almost always contact your local fire authorities immediately. As soon as the fire gets out of your control, evacuate the premises and do not enter your home unless it has been declared safe by an official.

Once you have permission to enter again, try to secure the damage as best you can. In more severe cases, the authorities may suggest that you call in a professional restoration company to assist with securing your property.

During the claims investigation, your insurance provider might ask for proof that you took “reasonable care” of the property immediately after the fire. “Reasonable care” could refer to anything from covering holes in your roof and extinguishing any burning embers to boarding up your walls to prevent pests from entering.

At this stage, do not throw away anything. Even if your belongings are unsalvageable, presenting them to the insurance company’s adjuster helps reinforce your claim. The value of some of your items may even be reimbursed as part of your policy. The only things you should remove from your home at this point, aside from family members and pets, are important medications as well as documents such as birth certificates, insurance policies, credit cards, etc.

Evaluate the Cause of the Damage

Once you have safely evacuated the premises and secured your property, it is time to determine whether your fire damage claim is likely to be covered. Usually, the best way to know whether or not you are covered is to identify the cause of the fire.

Common causes include electrical fires, faulty cooking equipment, candles, faulty wiring, and wildfires. In cases where the source can not be easily identified, a fire investigation may be undertaken and a report could be produced. In such cases, make sure to maintain any information or documentation that you receive from the authorities.

While most of these situations are covered, fire insurance claim coverage varies on a policy to policy basis. The wording of your policy will direct your specific rights. If the source of the fire is indeed covered by your individual policy, it would certainly benefit you to file a fire damage insurance claim.

Consider Whether You Need a Public Adjuster

Public adjusters are independent adjusters hired by individuals to represent them in their dealings with their insurance company. Typically, public adjusters handle cases of significant property damage and negotiate on their clients’ behalf to make sure they are paid what they are owed.

Some cases are straightforward, making the claims process quick and simple, while others can be more complex and delayed. If you think you might face challenges in the claims process, do not hesitate to contact Stephen Hnat and Associates

File an Insurance Claim

Contact your insurance company as soon as possible after the damage occurs. While all insurance policies are different, most providers require prompt notice, and significant delays could establish a breach of contract.

Track Living Expenses

If you need to relocate during the home restoration process, track all your expenses as strictly as possible. Homeowner’s insurance coverage might have a “loss of use” clause, which could entitle you to reimbursement for living expenses while you are out of your home.

Your policy should also cover additional living expenses – which are any new costs that you have had to assume since your property sustained the damage.

Negotiate an Insurance Settlement

Insurance claims can remain open for months. As frustrating as it is, try not to let the insurance company rush through the settlement process. They may try to pressure you into settling for an amount that is inadequate to cover your damages simply because they know you want the process to be over.

If you choose to work with a public adjuster, they will manage the negotiations on your behalf, allowing you to focus on your physical and emotional recovery. Going back and forth with insurance companies can be an exhausting process, particularly for those without experience, and providers use this to their advantage.

Lastly, do not forget to keep paying your insurance premiums throughout the negotiation process! Continuing to pay for insurance on a house you aren’t currently living in is probably the furthest thing from your mind, but keeping your policy active is essential.

If you have recently suffered a loss, do not hesitate to contact Stephen Hnat and Associates. We offer a free no obligation consultation or if you just need to talk to an experienced public Adjuster about your claim just give us a call.

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ohohohoho I'm very greedy ψ(｀∇´)ψ Astala and Ilanlas, please - 💋💃🌷🍳🍀💌🚿🍺

Hellooooo!! I do love me a good list of emojis XD XD XD Here we go!! ( I’ll be rating on a scale of 0-10, with 0 being physically unable to do the thing and 10 being you won’t find be able to find anybody more skilled at this than them.)

💋 — kissing

Astala: Poor dear gets a 4 at first. She doesn’t really know what to do with herself when kissing, swings from being too pressing to holding back too much, her teeth and hair get in the way, it’s frustrating. Fortunately, Zevran is a good teacher, and Astala a quick learner XD XD

Ilanlas: I’d give him something between a 6 and a 7. What he lacks in experience he makes up for with enthusiasm and determination. He is very in tune with his body and in control of it, can be surprisingly gentle if need be, and thus would get the hang of it very quickly. He would, however, try to take control of the situation, even if his partner is more experienced, which might lead to awkwardness.

💃 — dancing

Astala: between 7 and 8, you’d probably notice her on the dance floor. She loves dancing and it shows. She knows all the dances they dance in the Alienage and very easily takes to courtly dances after given the chance to voice how ridiculously stiff she finds them (and even then she keeps shaking her head). After her hip injury, she can’t do many of the livelier dances anymor, which is a damn shame; at least she took part in every dance she could have had before the injury.

Ilanlas: 5 on most days. He’d be an amazing dancer if he liked dancing. Sadly, he doesn’t, and thus the world is robbed of a spectacle. He will dance if there’s an occasion that requires it (or when a friend has to be coerced into dancing; he and Astala convince Alistair to dance the Remigold at one point), but don’t ask him to do courtly dances. That’s where he draws the line.

🌷 — taking care of living things

Astala: for plants she gets a 4, for animals a 7, for children or other people an 8. Her problem with plants is that she forgets about them and lacks the knowledge to take care of them. In her opinion, plants just grow. They shouldn’t need a lot of care. This opinion is drastically challenged when she tries to plant some flowers at Vigil’s Keep. They keep dying! It isn’t until Velanna takes mercy upon the poor plants that her gardening skills somewhat improve. As for animals, she gets along with them well, but the lack of words makes it difficult for her sometimes to deal with them. The mabari and the halla are therefore the best out of all animals because it’s as close as you can get to talking animals in terms of making themselves understood. She’s best with people, where the ability to talk makes everything so much more easier.

Ilanlas: he gets a 5 for plants, 8 for animals and 4 for people. With plants he can’t be bothered to look after them much. He’ll keep them alive, sure, he kinda knows what a sick plant looks like and knows things he could try in case of pests and thelike, but he’s just not interested in them. He’s okay for if you’re away for a week and need somebody to water your plants. Animals meanwhile are great. They’re fun, they don’t talk, they don’t demand much and they heed what he tells them. Except for cats. He doesn’t like cats. With people, he’s... not the person you’d choose. He’ll look after them alright, but he’s impatient and expects people to fix their own problems. Children are especially difficult for him to deal with. He isn’t cruel or careless, he will try, but it’s definitely not his strong suit.

🍳 — cooking

Astala: a 7. She’s especially good at making something out of nothing, calculating portions according to the number of people and making whatever ingredients she has at hand work surprisingly well together. She’s also an adventurous cook and likes to try new things. She isn’t very exact, however, so the same recipe can taste great one day and weird the next.

Ilanlas: 5 overall, but for the preparation of meat he gets a solid 9. Whenever he was asked to help around camp when he was little, the first thing he did was look if there was anybody skinning or otherwise preparing an animal. At the time, it was the closest to being a hunter he could get. So now he has a vast array of knowledge and techniques on different cuts, ways of preparation, how to spot if an animal was sick and the meat is bad, etc. During DA:O, he definitely becomes the guy in charge of “manning the grill” whenever there’s meat to be had.

🍀 — luck

Astala: hmmmm how do I put this.... All of the Origins are exceptionally unlucky, or lucky, depending on how you look at it. I mean, they survive whatever their origin throws their way, right? I’d say Astala’s luck runs between a 7 and a 1. Sometimes things align just right, like when Dilwyn and Gethon decided to gift her some money for her wedding day and it turned out to be just enough to allow Nessa to stay in Denerim and have something left for her own future. And then, invariably, everything goes to shit again, like with Vaughan. That’s at least how Astala would put it.

Ilanlas: apart from the fact that Ilanlas doesn’t believe in luck (he got where he is by his own doing, wether he’s currently on top of the world or in the proverbial hole he’s dug himself), he doesn’t consider himself neither lucky nor unlucky. He just is. From an outsider’s perspective, I’d say he’d get a 6. Things do tend to work out for him in the end. He does work for it to end well, but circumstance sometimes certainly helps along.

💌 — romance/flirting

Astala: I’d say she stands at a 6, maybe 7. She has been a barmaid and has heard aaaaaall the lines, from “Hello gorgeous, do you come here often?” to “Did it hurt when you fell from the Maker’s throne?” in situations both comfortable and uncomfortable. She plays along, has the wit and speed to keep up a pleasant string of back-and-forths, even has fun doing so if the conversation partner is right; but at the end of the day it’s not enough. She likes to say what she means, and that includes moments when she conveys her feelings. That’s when it can get sappy or awkward, or--if you’re an ex-Crow who has been deprived of any sort of genuine affection for way too long--it can make somebody tear up.

Ilanlas: expressing feelings? With words? What’s next, willingly offering someone a hug? Ilanlas Mahariel stands at a solid 2 for romance/flirting. It’s dealing with people and that’s not in his repertoire of things he’s good at, so he doesn’t even try. If flirted with, he might shut down and straight up not answer. He might try to brush it off and thus say something harsh or rude. This man does not allow himself emotional vulnerability. He shows affection through acts of service and quality time, maybe some gifts if pressed. If he’s ever interested in someone again, that person better be a master at reading between the lines or they won’t notice anything.

🚿 — hygiene

Astala: a 7. One of the most important lessons of the Alienage is: a dirty person is a sick person. The Blight just reinforces that message. Astala does her very best to keep clean, although she doesn’t adda nything fancy after that. Except to her hair. Her hair needs special attention, moisturizer and some oil to look good. These things are expensive and she can’t always get them. Other than that, her main obstacles on the path to spotless cleansiness is time and energy, neither of which she has in abundance. Still, she makes do with what she has.

Ilanlas: you know... I'm going to put him at a 4. I have the sneaking suspicion that he would let himself go a bit in that regard after leaving his clan. Because yes, it's important to keep clean so that he doean't pass the Blight on to anyone, but apart from that I don't think he'd put any effort into it. Who is he going to look nice for, the darkspawn? Alistair, Morrigan, any of the companions? Nah, he doesn't care if his hair starts to look a bit ratty (he does care. So much. If anybody mentioned it he shut them down so hard. He'd be very ashamed of it, but he's burying that shame somewhere very deep and dark. Boy's got a graveyard inside of him)

🍺 — alcohol tolerance

Astala: A solid 8. She’s got a very resistant stomach and a decade of experience on the docks, which entails some drinking contests. I imagine people in the Alienage would drink quite a lot of watered-down ale because it's been fermented and thus the bacteria are dead (that's how alcohol works, right?) She does know her limits though, and doesn't get blackout drunk. Except, again, if there's a drinking contest involved, then she knows no quarter (still can't beat Oghren. Nobody can)

Ilanlas: A 4. He’s small and pretty lean XD XD He’s a literal lightweight. He’s also the kind of guy to find getting drunk terrible. He likes to keep his wits about him and his reflexes sharp, thank you very much. There’s no way to do something embarrassing that somebody will hold over your head later when you don’t drink.

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Thank you for the ask!! It was a treat to answer these XD XD I saw that you reblogged it too, so I'll just hop on over into your asks to get some more lore on Vergil and Saskia 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 Have a lovely day!

The ask game in question is the Muse skillset symbol meme: Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill

#astala tabris #ilanlas mahariel #it sent alright as you see! thanks for making sure tho bc these have saved me on my work day XD #dao #dragon age #ask game #for fun #cw: alcohol #cw: depression

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The Oncoming Storm Part 7: Symptom

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

Three days in a row on accident because I have 0 self control. Someone on ao3 suggested a hot spring scene but it didn't fit the narrative- SO I have also written two "interludes" in the springs. I will post those both this weekend for funsies. No idea where they fit in the story but they're fun so who cares? Haha.

Part 6 Interlude One: Electricity in the Springs (Kung Lao x Reader) Interlude Two: Steam (Liu Kang x Reader) Part 8 Chapter Index

Together you walked through the temple, Kung Lao leading you down several flights of stairs, further into the mountainside. He chatted with you casually about several of the halls that you passed; what was down them and places he had explored with Liu Kang when they had been strictly forbidden to do so. You were grateful for the white noise of conversation. It was even nostalgic. He’d talk like this when he’d come to visit you at your Grandma’s. He’d talk and talk about anything and everything, even if you never said a word.

“Y/N?” He slowed his walk. You turned toward him and stopped walking just in front of where he’d now stopped. “Can I ask you something? And will you be honest with me?”

“Depends on the question, Kung Lao.”

“Are you sweet on Liu Kang?”

Completely floored by the boldness of his accusation, you stuttered and then laughed uncomfortably. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just curious. You lit up when he joined us in the pit.” He seemed barely able to say the words without gagging though there was a playful smile on his lips still.

“I don’t remember you being such a gossip.”

“You’re avoiding answering the question, Y/N.”

With a roll of your eyes, you shoved his shoulder. “I’m not dignifying that with an answer.” You were flustered to say the very least. Kung Lao was so damn forward, a far cry from how any of the time you’d spent with Liu Kang had been. He’d just outright asked! Of course you were sweet on Liu Kang, of course you were.

“Oh? Well, then what about me?” He tapped his chest with a childlike grin. “Were you ever sweet on me? Are you still?”

“You know, I am seriously considering throwing ink at you again.” You batted your eyelashes and spoke in a teasing sort of way. The questions were intrusive but he said them in such a way that it was actually comical. It was funny, honestly, to think that you’d fallen right back into a rapport that you’d had with Kung Lao when you were kids. He stepped in front of you to stop you from continuing forward. Then he pointed to your left. You followed him down the hall and then he leaned against the wall near an opening that led down yet another hall. He tapped the sign to his left that read ‘women only’.

“I can’t go past here without getting in trouble.” He held his arm out to stop you as you made to walk past him to further avoid awkward conversation. He didn’t need to say anything. The look he gave you was enough to know that he wanted an answer.

“I’m not thinking about that right now, Kung Lao. I’ve got ink in places that I don’t want to discuss with you.” You pouted and knocked his arm aside. He pulled it back. “What’s going on with you? You just got back and we’ve barely spoken since, you know, you died.” You emphasized the word more dramatically than necessary. The humidity beyond the hall in front of you was already filling the hall and you craved the comfort of clean, hot water. “These are silly questions, anyway.” Your nerves were very much shining through. You weren’t ready to admit anything to anyone. The last thing you wanted was Kung Lao meddling.

“I brought you something, that’s all.”

“I feel like this something comes with terms and conditions with the way that you’re talking.”

“Not at all. But if you’re sweet on Liu Kang then it might make things weird.”

“Do whatever you want, Kung Lao, just do it quickly. The ink is starting to crust and this conversation has made me so uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to give it to you no matter what your answer had been. I was just trying to weasel an answer out of you.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Some things never change.” Despite your obvious frustration, you couldn’t help but smile. Kung Lao had been a huge comfort to you when things had been at their most difficult in your youth. It was as though he’d never left. The lack of distance you felt between you was strange and you struggled to wrap your mind around it. You had to remind yourself that you hadn’t seen him in almost twenty years. “You’re such a pest, Kung Lao.”

You walked through the doorway but Kung Lao grasped your wrist and twisted you back to face him. You made a sound of surprise and stumbled into him. He caught you with a laugh.

“You’re clumsier than I expected after how you fought earlier.”

“Kung Lao, I swear.”

He reached between the folds of his shirt and withdrew a small purple flower. Your stomach dropped and you stared with your mouth hanging open, having been forming an empty threat. The flower. It was the exact same kind of flower that he’d given you the last time that you’d seen him when you’d been kids. Your heart had practically stopped in your chest.

“I made a detour on the way back. You’re right. They don’t grow in town anymore. Had to look around a bit before I found one.”

“Kung Lao…” Chills raced down your spine and you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat before reaching to grasp the flower. Kung Lao pulled it out of your reach.

“I thought that instead of teasing you like I used to as a dumb kid that I would be better off making a kind gesture.” Much to your surprise, he took your hand and placed the precious flower in your palm.

“I… uh…” You stuttered, feeling just about as clueless as you sounded.

“Enjoy the springs, Y/N. You can have your privacy for now but next time we’re joining you.” He patted your shoulder then tipped his hat and turned, walking away with a skip in his step down the hall.

You watched him go and sighed, resting your back against the stone wall while staring at the flower that he’d left you with. It was a precious little thing, with soft rows of petals that seemed frail but held on stronger than they looked. There was a small speck of pollen at its center and the stem was just long enough that you could wrap your fist around it. You’d gone looking for those flowers once in hopes of keeping them in the garden behind the dojo. There hadn’t been any and when you’d asked about them, no one knew where you could find one. It had been so long since you’d seen one living that you’d forgotten how resilient and perfect they were.

It seemed a small thing but it was also a huge gesture. He hadn’t said what the gesture meant but he had implied it well enough. You were surprised by how touched you were by the flower. If he’d caught you out there staring at the flower, then you would have never heard the end of it. He’d likely have teased you for being sweet on him.

You turned and entered the hall just to your left. There was a changing room with rudimentary waterflow systems so that you could clean off before going into the actual springs. You had never been so grateful for running water in your life. Ink pooled at your feet as you showered off, scrubbing as much of the ink away as you could. As you did, you felt your side sting painfully. Then blood flowed freely with the spray of water. You held your hand over the wound on your side and winced. You’d forgotten that Kung Lao had gotten you with the hat. You’d been so full of adrenaline and excitement that it had slipped your mind.

Now that you’d felt it, it was difficult to forget. Besides that, it was bleeding fairly freely for something that had happened some time ago now and should have scabbed over. It was probably a bad decision but you were going to enjoy the springs anyway. You found a first aid kit and covered the wound with gauze, then the gauze entirely with tape to protect it from the water. Then you took one of the towels there and wrapped it around yourself.

The cave beyond was smooth and the steam filled the room from floor to ceiling. These springs were huge. The cave formation seemed fairly natural, settling in shallow areas with deeper pools spread throughout. From where you stood, you couldn’t see the end of it but you didn’t feel the need to go far. In the distance, you could see several other monks enjoying the springs but they were far enough away that you wouldn’t be bothered by them.

You were suddenly disappointed that Kung Lao and Liu Kang hadn’t joined you. It was likely that they were too busy anyway. Your face went red at the mental image of what could have been and you sunk into the water and swooned. It was probably for the best that you’d come alone. Next time though, all bets were off. You rested the flower next to you on the stone beside where you rested your head.

It was difficult not to fall asleep with the warmth of the springs and the sound of rushing water in the room behind. Now that you were drifting in and out, you were grateful for some alone time. Often the air around Liu Kang was so stifled with whatever tension you’d cooked up that day that you couldn’t talk or think straight. And you had no idea what was happening with Kung Lao. You had to talk eventually and catch up but for now, those were all problems for you to deal with later. Future Y/N’s problems. Right now nothing mattered except for you, the steam, and the comfort of the springs.

Finally, you got up and as you did, the room spun. How long had you been lying there? Time was difficult to judge in the dimly lit cavern with scant an opening to the outside world. You lifted yourself from the springs, cautious of the flower you’d set aside, and sat on the edge. Then you whined since your towel and the water surrounding you was stained pink. Apparently two layers of gauze and a roll of tape wasn’t enough to keep the wound closed.

How embarrassing. Light-headed with blood loss because you’d been careless.

You picked up the flower and returned to the changing room. There were no extra clothes so you had to choose towel or filthy gi and you trusted the gi more than the towel. It was as crusted as you had joked it had been earlier. Before tying the top closed, you checked the wound and inhaled sharply at the sight of it. It bled freely and was red and ugly looking. Panic swelled in your chest.

When you’d been a kid your wounds had bled more freely than they should have. Even a scraped knee had been a problem. Doctors had put you on medicine to help you clot but it hadn’t helped. There was no way it was happening again. You’d outgrown it.

No, you were being silly. It had been the water and bad timing. You wrapped the wound tightly again but the damage had been done and your fingers tingled as a reminder. You’d been a fool not to go to the infirmary before going to the springs. Between the poison having made your blood such a mess and your recovery from those wounds, it was a wonder that you hadn’t accidentally bled to death while napping in the springs!

Carefully, you tied the gi closed and then tucked the flower inside of it safely. When you’d been led there by Kung Lao earlier, you’d made a point to remember where you’d come from so that you could return without getting lost. You’d spent more time lost in Raiden’s Temple than you had ever spent lost in your life.

You felt Liu’s energy before you saw him turning a corner and walking toward you. He smiled in greeting but it quickly fell into a look of concern. “Are you okay?”

You sure were tired of that question. Then again, you didn’t feel well thanks to your lack of foresight.

“Huh?”

“You’re incredibly pale.”

“Oh yeah. It’s dumb, really.” You pulled on the tear in the side of your gi and Liu’s worry only worsened.

“You said you were fine earlier.”

“Adrenaline is a funny thing, Liu. I forgot about it until I was cleaning up.”

“Kung Lao didn’t help you take care of it before letting you go?”

“I’m almost certain that he alsoforgot about it.”

“Careless.” Liu Kang didn’t sound surprised. “Come sit with me. We’ll take care of it.”

You looked him over, pulled the sliced gi a little and then looked back to Liu knowingly. What, were you just supposed to take your shirt off so that he could take a look at your wound? He laughed and held both his hands up defensively as if realizing what he was asking you to do. You caught the slightest bit of red on his cheeks. It was nice to know that it wasn’t in your head.

“If you aren’t comfortable doing that then come with me to the infirmary.”

“Ugh.” You were so tired of the infirmary! But you were feeling the impact of blood loss at an alarming rate. Your fingers were frigid and your breath was shallower than it should have been. You leaned against the wall nearby with a heavy sigh.

“Please?”

“I can probably sleep it off, Liu.”

“You’re like a ghost, Y/N.” He tried to joke but the worry in his eyes wasn’t going away. You were such a sucker for those eyes that you melted almost immediately.

“Fine. But I’m not happy about it.” You pouted and he laughed, offering you his arm.

“Thank you for humoring me, Y/N.”

Together you walked through the maze of corridors. Liu filled you in on what he and Kung Lao had done after you’d left. It hadn’t been anything remarkable, mostly tasks they were given to contribute to the life they lived in Raiden’s Temple. When you reached the infirmary, you were taken away by one of the female monks that you’d gotten acquainted with during your time there. They offered you a change of clothing and you couldn’t have been more grateful. A tank top and some comfortable loose pants. Familiar clothing, at long last. It was far easier to maneuver those around with the wound on your side.

Afterward you returned to the main room and sat on one of the benches there. The monk crouched next to you and you lifted up your shirt to show them the wound. It definitely looked uglier than it had earlier but it had also gone completely numb. Why couldn’t it look like the minor convenience you’d viewed it as earlier? Now it was swollen and the flesh was torn and jagged. Liu’s expression shifted and he turned away from you to hide it.

“It’s good you came to us. Don’t want to get an infection.” The monk offered you a smile then set about working on the wound. It was no longer numb and you twitched but stifled any painful objection you may have had. Liu stood behind the bench and offered you a hand to squeeze which you took.

“I’m fine.” You reassured him but your brain was buzzing. Did he think you were weak? Frail? Easily broken? You were strong! You had worked so hard to be strong. It was just a bad situation, overall. Kung Lao had immediately regretted throwing the hat at you. Accidents happened. You were getting it taken care of and you would be the better for it.

“Stay with us for a few hours to make sure you are alright.” The monk said and while it seemed like a question, it didn’t really seem optional. You exchanged a glance with Liu who you knew would argue with you to get you to stay. You had no leg to stand on except that you wanted to go back to your room.

“Fine.” The monk bowed to you gratefully and walked away. Liu had you scoot over and then took the seat next to you.

“I told you that hat was trouble.”

“You did. And I know staying is the right thing to do. I’m not happy about it though. I want to be strong again, Liu. It’s one setback after another.” He picked up your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“You’ll get there. Be patient with yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah, monk stuff, inner peace and all that.” He laughed at you. “So much for celebrating.”

“There will be plenty of time to celebrate later. This is more important. Tomorrow is another day.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I’ll stay until you find rest.”

“I’m not sleeping here tonight, Liu. I’m going back to my room the moment they say I can.”

“Sure, Y/N.” He seemed unconvinced and you pouted. Afterward you made casual conversation about your arcana, things that Liu wished to test, and what they thought your capabilities might be. Liu seemed to think you’d be excellent at mimicry. What was ink used for if not to record things? Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep against his shoulder.

***

Liu Kang waited until you fell asleep then watched you for some time afterward. Just to make sure you were alright. Then he crept away from where you rested and consulted with the monks, ignoring their snide remarks about the attention he paid you. It wasn’t their place to judge what he did with his time.

He finished his errands for the evening and as he returned to his quarters, he found Kung Lao in the fight pit, tossing his hat about and practicing. Liu stepped into the fight pit and when the hat turned toward him, he knocked it back with a definitive kick where it slammed against the sand. Kung Lao willed the hat back to him, caught it, and slipped it back on his head, strip neatly tucked under his chin.

“Want to spar? I don’t think I can sleep.”

“No, I’m good.” Liu folded his arms over his chest. “You were careless today, Kung Lao. Y/N nearly bled to death because of it.”

“What? Is she okay?” Kung Lao took an aggressive step toward the stairs but Liu held his arm out to block him, stepping back with him. Liu then explained where he’d found you in the hall and what they’d had to do in the infirmary where you were now resting. “…so she’s fine, is what you’re saying.”

“That’s not the point, Lao.”

“I’m sorry, Liu. I forgot. She handled it like a champ and kept on fighting. I was extra careful but it slipped! We were having so much fun that we may have gotten carried away. We used to pretend when we were kids…”

“I’m not here to scold you. I only wanted to let you know and to remind you to be mindful. Not all the warriors with the marking will be the two of us. Some might not have any experience at all. We’re lucky that Y/N does.”

“What is this, Liu?” Kung Lao’s tone shifted and his lips curled into a knowing smile.

“The consequences of your actions.” Liu turned to leave the arena.

“You know, I asked you to make sure that she was okay and keep her safe not to fall for her.” Kung Lao called after him. It wasn’t an accusation. He didn’t sound angry. He’d always had a way of stirring the pot.

“And keeping her safe is what I’ve done. Then you come back and undo half of the progress she’d made because you wanted to show off.” Liu turned again to face him. There was nothing that would undo their bond of brotherhood but Kung Lao had always been his careless counterpart. In the Academy he’d skipped classes, ignored studies, and had dragged Liu into all sorts of trouble. While Liu had been more studious, he’d gotten them into plenty of trouble over the years too.

“I’m sorry. Really, Liu. I’ll be more careful.” Kung Lao slipped his hat under his arm. “You’d tell me though, right?” Liu threw him a disapproving glare. “When I left back then one of my biggest regrets was not telling her the truth. I never thought I’d see her again so with time I wasn’t sure it mattered. Now I have a chance to be better than I was then. So, I’m going to ask you again. What is this, Liu? You’d tell me, right?”

Liu stepped back. They’d wrestled over far less and he was in no mood. He didn’t know what to say either. He didn’t want to lie to Kung Lao but he wasn’t sure what it was other than a few close calls and some pretty clear attraction.

“That was more than enough of an answer.” Kung Lao dusted off his still ink stained shirt. “Well, may the best man win.”

“This isn’t a contest, Kung Lao. We’re brothers. Always and no matter what.”

“Of course. And I’m going to win.” Kung Lao walked past him and hopped up the steps two at a time, waving him off with a laugh. Liu Kang sighed deeply and looked up at the starry night sky. That could have gone better but he supposed it also could have gone worse.

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