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【 AO3 Link (full tag list) || masterlist 】 ✦ John Price x Reader ✦ A message to a wrong number turns out to be just perfectly right. ✦ 4.7k words ✦ tags/cw: smut, neighbor!price, wrong number, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, strangers to lovers, aftercare

The bathroom air, thick with steam, clung to the cool tiles. The fogged mirror reflected a distorted image of you, a silhouette emerging from the swirling mist. You’d agonized over which photo to send the firefighter from Tinder, meticulously staging it until your body was just visible enough through the hazed mirror, the outline of your body a clear invitation. Biting your lip, a nervous blush warmed your cheeks. You usually weren’t one for such blatant displays of… yourself. 

But tonight, something felt different. Reckless. Desperate, even. Maybe it was the gnawing loneliness that had been settling in your bones lately — a constant, dull ache that no amount of casual encounters seemed to alleviate — that made you reckless. 

You reached for your phone and began typing a casual message, trying to sound as flirty and inviting as possible. Attaching the photo, you hesitated, chewing on your lower lip, a familiar wave of self-doubt washing over you.  

Was this too much? Would he even be interested? Was your body even desirable enough?  

You’d always been self-conscious about your curves and softness, comparing yourself to the impossibly thin, toned figures gracing the pages of magazines, the women who seemed to attract the attention and affection you craved effortlessly. The string of meaningless dates, the empty encounters that had left you feeling more hollow than fulfilled, had only amplified your insecurities.  

You’re not enough. You’re too much. You’ll never find someone who truly wants all of you.

He was attractive, yes, this firefighter, with rugged handsomeness, but something still felt off. He wasn't him. He wasn't John Price, your enigmatic, handsome neighbor who sometimes fed your cat, whose presence electrified the air, sending a ripple of awareness through your senses whenever he was near. You’d always found him incredibly attractive, a silent, secret yearning simmering beneath the surface of your polite, neighborly interactions. But the brief, almost impersonal conversations you’d shared – about preferred cat food, the best local dry cleaner, the noise from the construction site down the street – had led you to believe that he saw you as nothing more than a friendly face in the hallway, a helpful neighbor. Certainly not someone he’d ever be interested in. 

But you couldn’t help it. Those stolen glimpses of him – carrying groceries, his strong hands gripping the bags, shirtless after he was out running or repairing his motorbike, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath the worn leather of his jacket – were seared into your memory, each a silent, secret fantasy. John Price, with the fine lines etched into his face by age and experience, the crinkles around his eyes whenever he smiled, the intense gaze that seemed to see right through you, the sometimes rough beard you longed to touch, the effortless kindness that radiated from him — he was everything the men you'd dated were not.

Still, he was a mystery, a silent, smoldering ember that had been slowly igniting a fire within you for months. A fire you’d diligently tried to extinguish, knowing, or rather believing, that it would never be reciprocated.

You hit send. 

Your stomach plummeted. No. Panic seized you, your heart pounding against your ribs like a trapped bird. You scrambled for your phone, your fingers damp, desperately trying to undo the unthinkable, but the dreaded "Delivered" notification appeared on the screen. 

Mortification washed over you, hot and stinging, a tidal wave of shame threatening to drown you in its intensity. You sank to the bathroom floor, naked and now shaking, the forgotten towel a crumpled heap beside you. The stinging cold bathroom tiles against your skin seemed to mock your misery, amplifying your sense of utter humiliation. Your breath hitched in your throat, a strangled sob escaping your lips.

The text had been delivered to John, not Josh from Tinder - your damned clumsy fingers hit the wrong recipient. 

Then, a soft vibration against your thigh. Your phone.

John: Well, hello there. I wasn't expecting this kind of payment for occasionally feeding your cat. 

A wave of heat flooded your cheeks, the blush burning against your skin. He was teasing you. Of course, he was. He was probably laughing at you, finding your blatant display of desperation pathetic. You wanted to disappear, to melt into the bathroom tiles and cease to exist.

You: oh my god, john. i am so incredibly sorry. this was a complete accident. wrong number!! i can’t believe this happened

John: An accident? How disappointing. I am rather enjoying the view.

You: i should have checked correctly. i’m so sorry

You: i'm so mortified

You: i’ll find someone else to look after Milo

You: i am so so sorry

John: Mortified? Don't be. You look beautiful. Breathtaking, actually.

You didn’t know what to say. Was he being serious? Or was he just toying with you, enjoying your discomfort? You couldn’t tell; his tone was so carefully neutral. Then, another text.

John: Lucky guy who was supposed to receive that photo. 

You: just another date. nothing special. who knows

You typed back, trying to sound nonchalant, but your fingers trembled on the keyboard.

John: Are they treating you right, at least?

The question, so unexpected, so caring , caught you off guard. A lump formed in your throat, and the casual encounters of the past few months suddenly felt even more hollow and meaningless than ever.

You: sometimes

You replied, just a single word,  yet it was heavy with unspoken longing for something better.

John: Tell me, what was the plan with that photo?

You hesitated, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. How could you explain the desperate want you felt sometimes, to be needed, to be loved, to be seen?

You: i don’t know… i just hoped it would make him want me 

The words tumbled out, raw and vulnerable.

John: Do you want to be wanted, love?

The question, so simple, so direct, pierced through your defenses, striking deep within you. Your body was aching for a touch that had always seemed just out of reach. You’d craved it, yes, the feeling of being wanted, of being desired, but the encounters you’d had, the fleeting moments of intimacy, had never truly satisfied that yearning.

Instead, they’d only left you feeling emptier, more alone.

You: yes

You cringed inwardly at the desperation you put forward without hesitation. There was a small silence before your phone buzzed again.

John: I’d kiss away the water drops from your sweet tits to show you just how much I’d want you.

Your eyes went wide, a blush, hot and intense, flooded your cheeks at his boldness. You certainly hadn’t expected a text like that . 

You took a deep breath.

He wasn’t just toying with you. He was serious. This wasn’t happening. Was it?

Another vibration of your phone.

John: Tell me what you want, love.

And then, the dam broke. All the pent-up desires, the unspoken longings, the secret fantasies you’d harbored for so long came pouring out in a torrent of words.

You: your hands on me… your mouth. everywhere

John: What a coincidence. I want to worship your gorgeous body.

You: i want to feel your lips on mine, your tongue exploring my mouth… 

A shiver ran down your spine as you typed the words, the image vivid in your mind.

John: Another coincidence, because I want to taste you, love. Every inch of you.

You: id lie if i said i have never thought about how you’d feel inside me before

You: you’d probably feel so good

Why did you tell him that? You didn’t know. The thought simply sent a wave of heat through your core. Any shame that was supposed to be there was long gone. 

John: Fuck. I wish you could feel how hard you make me.

You: i wish i could

The three dots appeared on the screen again, promising another text from him. You stared at them with an intensity that bordered on obsession, your heart pounding with anticipation. What would he say next? What would he do? The dots danced again, then vanished, leaving you suspended in silence.

A sudden, sharp knock on your door echoed through the quiet apartment, and your heart leapt. You scrambled to your feet, grabbing the towel and wrapping it hastily around yourself. 

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest and your hand hovering over the doorknob. Then, taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door.

John Price. Filling your doorway, his eyes dark with a desire that mirrored your own, his breathing ragged. He didn’t speak, didn't give you time to even register his arrival completely – the second the door was open, he reached for you, pulling you against him, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss that stole your breath away.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough against your lips, his hands roaming over your body, mapping every curve, every inch of exposed skin. 

“You feel that?” He murmured against your lips, grinding his hips against yours, his erection pressing hard against your stomach. “That’s all you, love.”

Your mind went blank. You couldn't speak, only moan softly as his lips trailed down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear, his beard scratching the soft skin along the path. Your hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer, your fingers digging into the taut muscles beneath his shirt. You reached lower, grabbing him through his pants, desperate for more contact. He groaned, a low rumble of pure lust that echoed through you, making every nerve ending in your body sing.

“Mm, I’ve dreamt about touching you like this,” he groaned and pulled away, reaching behind him and closing the door, then carefully started walking forward while holding onto you, pushing you towards your bedroom with long strides, barely holding back himself. His hands were now ripping his clothes off and then your towel, leaving you completely naked in front of him – but you didn’t even register any of that. If you did, you probably wouldn’t care anyway.

He wasted no time, pushing you gently onto the bed, his body following quickly after. His weight was comforting and, at the same time, exhilarating. His lips found yours, hungry and demanding but with a tenderness that surprised you. It wasn't just lust; it was something more, something deeper. A connection you hadn't expected, but now, in this moment, felt undeniable. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands roaming over his back, feeling the muscles dance beneath his skin. 

It just felt right. Like a culmination of all the stolen glances, the unspoken desires, the secret admiration you'd harbored for so long.

Never in a million years had you thought he’d think about you the same way.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck again. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin. "So fucking perfect.” His words sent a shiver down your spine. No one had ever spoken to you like this, with such raw, unfiltered adoration. It made you feel beautiful, desirable, worthy in a way you hadn't before.

For a moment, he just looked at you, his gaze intense, drinking in the sight of your naked body beneath him. A blush crept up your neck, a mixture of shyness and excitement. Then, his gaze dropped lower, his eyes dark and hungry as he settled between your legs. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, anticipation coiling in your belly. His hands framed your hips, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers dancing across your skin. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your core, making your muscles clench in anticipation. The tip of his tongue darted out, a tentative touch that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. You gasped, your hips lifting involuntarily towards him. 

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and then he delved deeper, his mouth working its magic, his tongue and lips creating a symphony of sensations. 

He knew exactly what he was doing, his rhythm building, the pressure increasing, his tongue a skilled artist painting pleasure across your most sensitive flesh. “John,” you moaned, his name a breathy whisper escaping your lips, a plea for more. He hummed against you, a low, guttural sound of approval. You tangled your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, each one more intense than the last. His tongue and lips worked tirelessly until your body tensed and balanced at the edge of release. 

And then, with a final, exquisite flick of his tongue, he sent you spiralling over the edge. You came hard, your body convulsing around his mouth, your cries unfiltered and shamelessly loud, a release so intense it left you breathless and trembling, your mind a blissful blank.

He rose, his eyes dark with satisfaction, a triumphant glint in their depths. Before he moved higher, though, his fingers dipped between your legs, testing your wetness. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. A warm thrill coursed through your body at the sight, a tingling sensation that ran along your spine. 

He leaned in, his body hovering over yours, his lips meeting yours in a deep, lingering kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue, the flavor intoxicating, a tangible reminder of the pleasure he'd just brought you – the combination of the lingering aftershocks of your orgasm and the feel of his lips on yours, his taste mingled with your own, was almost too much to bear.

As his tongue explored your mouth, he moved between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance. With a soft groan, he pushed inside, slowly, carefully, his kiss deepening as he filled you. 

It was a perfect fit, a seamless joining of two bodies, punctuated by soft moans and your mingled breaths. 

And then, he began to move, his rhythm slow and steady, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, your moans soft against his lips. It was almost… loving. A gentle exploration, a tender dance between two lost souls connecting.

Suddenly, you felt his hands explore your folds, gently touching our clit, wandering down below where your bodies connected – before a finger pressed against your other hole – and your breath hitched. 

He seemed to notice your reaction and chuckled lightly. He stopped moving to look right into your eyes. “Tell me, did any of the Tinder boys ever fuck you here?” He put more pressure on your asshole, seeking entrance, and your entire world almost fell apart.

“No…,” you whispered, voice shaky. “No one ever has.”

“Good,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “Because I will, and I don't want anyone else touching you from this day forward. You're mine .”

He moved, his thrusts deep and powerful, his whispers raw and possessive, filling your ears with words of praise and adoration that made your heart ache with a happiness you’d never known. The way he moved within you, each thrust increasingly more intense – it was a declaration of his claim. You arched beneath him, your body molding to his, your moans a demonstration of the pleasure, echoing through the room. A heat bloomed within you, spreading through your limbs, pooling in your core, a fire ignited by his touch, his words, his sheer presence. 

You accepted your fate of being his, completely and utterly his, captured and taken - and yet in that moment, helpless and surrendered to the intoxicating power of his possession, you’d never felt so free .

He continued to thrust, his rhythm relentless, his body a perfect complement to yours, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, your nails raking across his skin, leaving marks that mirrored the ones he was leaving on your soul. The world narrowed to the space between your bodies, the sound of your mingled breaths, the raw, unfiltered pleasure that was consuming you both.

Then, just as you felt yourself on the precipice of release, he pulled out, leaving you achingly empty, a void where his warmth and hardness had been just moments before. A whimper escaped your lips, a soft sound of protest, of longing. He turned you over, his hands gentle but firm, guiding you onto your stomach. A shiver of anticipation and a nervous thrill ran through you as you felt his breath hot against your ear, his voice a husky whisper that sent goosebumps rippling across your skin.

“Do you have any lube, love? I want this to be perfect for you.”

You nodded, barely able to point toward your nightstand. Your entire body trembled endlessly, not knowing if it came from pure arousal and lust or this unexplainable affection you felt towards him — how considerate he was with your pleasure and, more so, with your comfort. It left you speechless and breathless, exposed and bare, and longing to never come down from this high, no matter how hard the fall would eventually become. 

You silently cursed yourself and the universe for not letting you know there had been a connection between you so much earlier, so you could have been spared all the emptiness and loneliness the fleeting encounters with other men always left behind.

He reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small tube of lubricant. He looked you directly in your eyes – it felt like an unspoken vow, a wordless agreement to give yourself to one another in the deepest possible sense. It felt utterly intimate – to let him , a man you were so painfully shy with just moments ago, perform such an act… how strange the universe worked – and how intensely right it all felt.

His touch was gentle as he lubricated his fingers, one after another, and then reached behind you – so carefully circling your puckered entrance, making you moan softly in surprise and wonder at the completely new feelings. It felt like being touched for the first time in places nobody ever cared to explore – let alone so masterfully gentle and knowing like this. A mix of strange anticipation, embarrassment, and the sheer thrill of being touched by this man sent shivers through your core.

“So fucking tight,” he murmured, pushing his first finger inside, slick with a mix of lube and your juices, so very gently at first. “Want me to fuck that pretty little hole, love?”

“Yes, please ,” you whined, sounding utterly desperate and shameless. With nobody before, you’d ever begged - yet with John, it slipped from your lips almost naturally. He chuckled, and his mouth twisted in a wicked smile, making your heart race.

He continued to prepare you, adding a second finger, slowly stretching you, his touch both firm and incredibly tender, your entire lower abdomen now twisting and pulling itself down in involuntary anticipation of being filled. You gasped, a small moan escaping from your lips. The feeling of being so tenderly explored made tears spring to your eyes. No one had ever treated you like this, with such reverence, such care. You put your head down on its side, trying to catch a glimpse of him, wondering why or how someone like John Price – the distant, mysterious neighbor who seemed to exist in a world of his own, someone who you deemed out of reach just an hour ago, now took such incredible, passionate care of you , making you feel precious . It was almost too much to handle, each gentle stroke making you feel more overwhelmed and wanted. It was everything you always fantasized about, what having a lover truly could feel like but never dared believe to be true. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” 

You gasped, your body convulsing, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. But it was a good pain, a delicious, welcome ache, a sensation unlike anything you’d ever experienced. He continued to explore your depths, stretching you, accustoming you to the unfamiliar feeling, his touch patient and understanding. His fingers slowly widened you, his movements deliberate and unhurried, giving you time to adjust, to relax into the sensation. All the while, his other hand was buried between your folds underneath you, and his thumb continued to caress your clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body, distracting you from any discomfort, replacing it with a growing anticipation.

“Tell me if it's too much,” he whispered. “I don't want to hurt you.”

His words, his tenderness, his concern for your pleasure, melted away the last of your apprehension. You moaned softly, over and over, your body arching against his touch, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. 

Then suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the lubed head of his cock, pressing gently against your entrance. “Ready, love?”

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart pounding in your chest. He pushed inside, slowly, carefully, giving you time to adjust to his size, his fullness. You gasped, a small cry escaping your lips, but it wasn't pain, not exactly. It was a new sensation, intense and unfamiliar but somehow just right. He paused, waiting for you to relax, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip, his touch a silent reassurance. A feeling of belonging settled deep within you, a terrifying, exhilarating connection unfolding between you.

You knew, with certainty, that this would never be the same with anyone else.

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his thrusts deep and powerful, filling you completely. You cried out, your voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise, your body arching against his, desperate for more. He whispered dirty praises against your skin, his words a heady mix of possessiveness and adoration, fueling the fire within you. “You're so fucking tight,” he groaned, “so perfect. All mine.”

With another groan, he pulled you flush against his chest, his arm wrapping tightly around your body, his large hand cupping your breasts, pressing you against him. He held you there and continued to move, but the rhythm changed, becoming a desperate, needy grinding, his hips pushing against yours, the friction building, the intensity escalating. You whimpered again, your head falling back against his shoulder, lost in the overwhelming sensations. It was too much, too intense, too good . You didn’t even know what was real anymore. All you knew was him , the feel of his body against yours, the sound of his breath and his growls in your ear, the raw, unfiltered pleasure that was consuming you.

His other hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, circling, rubbing, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. You arched your back, your body writhing against his, your moans growing louder, more desperate. He added two fingers to your slick heat, swirling and stretching you, sending shocks of pleasure through your already overstimulated body. You cried out his name, over and over, lost in the sensations, lost in him.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, “just like that, love. Take it all.”

You shattered, your body convulsing around him, cries mingling with his groans in a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The release was an explosion of sensation so intense it left you breathless, trembling, mind blissfully blank. He continued to grind against you, each thrust echoing the receding waves of your orgasm. Then, he went still, holding you so tightly against him you forgot how to breathe. The sensation of him pulsating deep inside you, buried within your ass, was exquisitely intimate. It was a connection so profound, so utterly consuming; it sent another ripple of pleasure through your still-sensitive nerves. You felt the warmth of his release, a shared intimacy that brought tears to your eyes. Teeth nipped at your shoulder, followed by a growl that bordered on animalistic, a raw expression of his own pleasure. 

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his arm, holding yourself as close as physically possible as he shuddered through his climax. It was a moment of such raw vulnerability, such complete surrender. 

For a fleeting second, a flicker of fear sparked within you – the fear of losing this connection, this incredible intimacy. 

But he didn't let go. The expected detachment, the sudden chill of loneliness, didn't happen. Instead, he held you close, almost protectively, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His lips brushed against your ear. “You're incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “So fucking incredible.”

His words were a balm to your soul. He hadn't discarded you like the others. He held you as if you were precious, as if you were something to be treasured. You turned in his arms, burying your face in his chest. A warmth spread through you, a deep, abiding sense of peace you hadn’t realized you’d been craving. 

Fear whispered that you were overstepping, that this closeness was too much, too soon, but his arms held you captive.

The self-doubt that had plagued you for so long, the insecurities that had whispered insidious lies in your ear, the ghosts of endless, disappointing dates and fleeting encounters – all of it washed away, cleansed by his touch, his words, his sheer adoration. You held onto him, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline, the only solid thing in a world that had become fluid and uncertain. 

A playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “So,” you murmured against his chest, your voice still shaky, “does this mean I can repay you like this for cat-sitting more often?”

He kissed your temple, a tender gesture that sent a wave of warmth through you. “Love,” he whispered against your hair, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against your skin, “Not that it matters, but I'd fuck you for free.” He chuckled. 

“As often as you'll let me." He paused, his breath warm against your ear, and added, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "In fact, I have a feeling I'm going to need to. And want to. A lot." He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, a possessiveness simmering in their depths. "What's mine," he whispered, his voice low and intense, "is mine."

His words were dark, almost dangerous, but the way he said them, the intensity in his voice, the possessiveness in his gaze, made something deep within you stir.

Belonging. It was a dream you'd almost given up on, a fantasy that had faded with each meaningless date, each disappointing encounter. 

His thumb gently stroked your cheek. “You said those other… dates … they only sometimes treat you right?”

His words, soft yet pointed, pricked at the carefully constructed wall around your heart. You swallowed, suddenly shy again. They… they don’t see me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m just… a body.” You hesitated, then continued, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I miss… talking. Laughing. Being held. Someone who looks at me like… like you just did.”

His face softened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Then let me show you how you deserve to be treated.”

“Are you going to stay?” you whispered, the question barely audible, scared of his reaction.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze holding yours intensely. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed, your fingers finding the short strands of hair at his nape.

“What about your date?”

“You’re better than any date is ever going to be,” you said, the conviction in your voice surprising even yourself. “I never thought you’d… like me this way,” you whispered. 

“I always have,” he confessed, his thumb tracing the outline of your lower lip. “I’ve been dreaming about kissing these lips every time you smile at me in the hallway.” He paused, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “That photo… might have been your best mistake ever."

You smiled a genuine, happy smile that reached your eyes. “Keep it,” you whispered, your heart swelling with a joy that felt excitingly new. “And maybe... send me one back sometime?”

He grinned, a flash of heat in his eyes. “I'll see what I can do.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, his beard prickling against your skin. “Now,” he murmured, “where were we?”

[bitchy-rakdos-enchanter]

Gather 'round, my lil' freaks and geeks. Story time.

I once stopped in at a little Rakdos-owned cafe near New Prahv. Don't ask why I was near New Pravh, that is a story for another day but I will say that it involved something that rhymes with shmanibalistic shmomicide. Anyway.

Being near New Prahv, this cafe was pretty straight-laced and low-key. Sure, you could tell it was a Rakdos joint; low lighting, dark colors, splashes of red here and there but nothing that would result in any pearl-clutching or hysterical fainting from the Senators a couple blocks down. Safely edgy, ya know? Somewhere those uptight stiffs could feel like maybe letting a few hairs down after filing the proper paperwork for it.

So, I grab a table, waitress wanders up to get my order. Cute thing, too. Petite, perky. And missing her left eye. It was very clearly an old wound, the scar trailing from the corner of the socket towards her ear was faded and smooth. What struck me as odd was she did nothing to obscure it, rather she seemed to want to amplify it by way of these big, round glasses. So, being the considerate individual I am, I politely inquired.

Now, this was before landing my spot as a Riot Mage, back when I was but a lowly Shredfreak, but she immediately began gushing because she recognized me. Said she had seen me perform a few times and was always blown away. But she went on to explain that when she was little, her parents brought her along to watch a show. And through sheer chance, a thrown dagger shattered on impact with a stone wall with enough force that a shard of it zipped away to catch her in the face.

She told me that her parents whisked her away to some Selesnyan healers who told them they could stop the bleeding but they would only be able to repair the eye if they joined the Conclave for whatever bullshit reason. Being that she was still down to only one, you can guess their decision.

So, I thanked her for sharing, thanked her for her continued patronage, and thanked her for her adoration of me. I signed a napkin for her, placed my order, and that was that. I left her a nice tip and one of my spare knives.

I went back a few times but she was never there and I could only hope that she joined up with a ring or troupe of her own to not only pass along the blessed joy of entertainment, but to show others that there is no point in fear. That leading a fearless life is the only true life. It would have been understandable--if disappointing--for any child to never come near another performance for the rest of their life after such an accident, but she refused to let that fear grab hold.

Blessings upon you, brave girl.

[mrsgiovanna]

Fighting Imperfections (Don Giorno x Wife!Reader)

I'm sorry, this is just me projecting. I can't remember if I posted this before, but here goes.

Word count: 1.2 k

Warnings: sad, self depreciating reader.

You sighed heavily as you walked out the last of Giorno’s guests. Normally the murmurs of how beautiful of a couple you two are would make you beam with joy, but today it annoyed you because it only amplified your insecurities. Another day… of smiling through the alternating pain and emptiness. Your cheeks hurt, but the physical pain was welcomed, it was so much easier to bear than the ache that thumped in your chest with every heartbeat- a painful reminder that you were still breathing. As the last car rounded the corner away from your luxurious home, your shoulders finally slumped and you trudged away from the door. The master bedroom was one of the few places where you felt safe enough to let your tumultuous emotions wash over you, so there you went.

You had struggled with these negative emotions for many years, losing chunks of time to this unshakeable melancholy. They were difficult to predict or counter. You had locked the door behind you, wanting to try and restore some semblance of calm to your demeanor before facing Giorno again. You threw off the gorgeous designer dress and took a shower before throwing on something soft and comfortable. You had every intention of rejoining your husband but just getting yourself through that little routine had drained whatever energy you had left. He'd be better off catching up with your shared associates though, you mused, feeling as though you wouldn't add anything valuable to their video conferences. Firmly tucked away, drawing your knees towards your chest, you allowed the floodgates to open and let everything out. Usually, a good cry would take care of some of the negative emotions, but this time, it didn't seem to work.

Intrusive thoughts about the worst scenarios plagued your mind despite trying to push them aside. You tried thinking about the good things and how much you had been blessed with but it always morphed into a scenario in which you would ultimately be left alone… so you thought about Giorno and how he makes a daily promise to never leave your side. But you had lost so much, what if he was just lying to you and you'd eventually have to deal with losing him too…

No…

You took as deep a breath as your constricted chest would allow you to and tried to focus your attention on something positive.

Giorno… you thought of him more and your heart ached for a different reason. He loved you, you knew that, but your mind had always managed to convince you that he would be better off with someone else, someone beautiful and vibrant, someone worthy of him because beneath it all you're just a broken doll. The repair is near perfect and nobody can see the fault lines where you cracked, but you feel every fracture, constantly reliving each event that put the cracks there in the first place.

You felt the bed sink on one side as a large comforting hand rubbed your back in circles before pulling back the covers you had buried yourself under.

"You know I'd end anyone who hurts you?"

"I know…"

"So what do I do when you're the one hurting yourself?"

Giorno's glassy eyes didn't leave your face, searching for an answer to his question.

You met Giorno's gaze, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and love in his eyes. His concern was evident, and it touched you deeply. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you reached out and held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice filled with raw emotion. "I don't want to hurt myself, but sometimes it feels like I can't escape these thoughts. They consume me, and I can't help but doubt myself, doubt our love."

Giorno's grip on your hand tightened, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "You are not a broken doll, my love," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You are the most beautiful and resilient person I know. I fell in love with every part of you, including the cracks. They are a part of your story, a testament to your strength."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words resonated with you. It was moments like these that reminded you why you fell in love with him in the first place. He saw beyond your insecurities and loved you unconditionally.

"I'm trying, Giorno," you replied, your voice wavering. "I'm trying to believe in myself, in us. But sometimes it's overwhelming."

Giorno leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to go through this alone," he assured you. "I'm here for you, always. We'll face these demons together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you heal."

Feeling his love and support envelop you, a glimmer of hope sparked within your heart. With Giorno by your side, maybe you could overcome these insecurities and find the peace you longed for.

You snuggled closer to Giorno, seeking solace in his comforting presence. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I love you."

Giorno smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "Remember, we are a team, and together, we can conquer anything."

Giorno's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and longing, mirroring the emotions swirling within you. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You met his gaze, the unspoken understanding between you palpable.

With a gentle nod, you closed the remaining distance between your lips, initiating a kiss that conveyed both vulnerability and passion. It was a kiss that spoke of shared burdens and unyielding support, a tangible connection that transcended words.

The kiss deepened, as if pouring all the love and reassurance you both felt into this single act. It was a moment of solace, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles. Each brush of your lips conveyed a promise—a promise to heal together, to support one another, and to cherish the imperfect beauty of your shared journey.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the tenderness of the moment. The world outside your bedroom faded away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a cocoon of love and understanding.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and yet more at peace than before, you found solace in Giorno's eyes once again. There, in the depths of his gaze, you saw unwavering devotion and a fierce determination to help you find happiness.

With a small smile, you whispered, "Thank you, Giorno. Thank you for loving me."

Giorno's voice was filled with sincerity as he replied, "Always, my love. Always."

And in that moment, you believed him. You believed in the power of love to heal and overcome and to create a future where your insecurities would no longer hold you captive. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.

As you lay in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in his words, finding solace in the love and support he offered. The journey towards healing would be challenging, but with Giorno by your side, you knew you could face anything that came your way. In the sanctuary of his embrace, his presence soothed your troubled mind, and a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the room. The weight of your insecurities and pain began to fade as you focused solely on the love between you, knowing that in this imperfect existence, you had found a love that was flawless.

[dullgecko]

Why am I imagining the Bad Kids being a bit worried about what if Riz isn't immune? It's a small chance, but still a chance. (not sure if it would require a roll, but if it does...)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Riz left his party hidden in the forest near the ruined fortress he had to sneak into. Easily skirting past the guards and blending in with the other goblins working inside as he started searching for the item Aguefort had described.

It was an odd feeling. A creeping itch at the back of his mind that started to get louder the longer he was there. He didn't really notice at first because it was just blending in with his own thoughts the further into the fortress he got. He found himself wanting to help the goblins here repair the broken walls of the fortress, to defend it, to go out and hunt and eat the adventurers outside. Wait, no, his friends were outside.

That last thought made him stop mid-task, the goblin blinking in surprise because he found himself holding a stone for repairing the wall and not where he last remembered being. He dropped the stone to the ground with a thud, grit his teeth, and growled in anger. You want me to fucking eat my friends? No, get fucked, not happening.

Okay, resistant doesn't mean totally immune he needed to get back on task. All he had to do was stubbornly refuse to do whatever those voices were telling him to do and Gukgaks were stubborn.

He found it eventually, hidden in the most fortified section of the fortress but not especially well guarded compared to everything outside. Apparently they didn't think anyone would be able to get this far, which made sense. The other item it was stored with was clearly what was undoing people disguises but the one Riz had come here for must have been part of whatever network the demon king was using to amplify his influence in this area. Taking it away might even release his hold on the goblins currently in the keep but getting close to it had been the challenge, the voices screaming at him to leave and stay away as he stepped up to the dias and wrenched it free. His anger at it for trying to get him to attack his party enough for him to push past the influencing magic.

The goblins in the keep looked incredibly confused when he finally made it back outside, still carrying the arcane machine he'd pulled free from the dias. He flagged down a few of them, explaining to them in Gukliak what had happened and warning them that they needed to get everyone here as far away from the human settlement as possible. Possibly into an area of the mountains that would be hard for adventurers to get to since, even freed from the demon kings thrall, they'd still be hunted. The southern tip should be out of the demon kings range so head that way if possible.

[morgan-va]

Chapter 3: Fractured Focus (Serial Designation V x reader)

Masterlist:

A week passed quietly in the Elliott household, with the days settling into a regular rhythm. The tension remained as always, woven into the silence of the halls and the sharp words exchanged between the family and their drones. You kept to your work, finding moments here and there to assist Tessa or quietly make things a bit easier for V. She was mostly her usual self, all quick quips and dry remarks. But today, the calm was interrupted.

A sudden, metallic crash from down the corridor snapped you out of your work. Setting your tools aside, you hurried to find V sitting on the floor, pressing her hand over her faceplate. Scattered around her were a dozen cleaning supplies, their contents spilled out haphazardly.

“V?” you asked, approaching carefully. She glanced up, lowering her hand to reveal a jagged crack in her left optic sensor, the flicker of static hinting at the damage.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” she said, feigning a relaxed tone as she tried to blink away the erratic flashes. “Just making a bit of… abstract art.”

The joke didn’t hide the visible glitch in her sensor, which was now straining to focus on anything clearly.

“Right,” you said, extending a hand to help her up. “Come with me to the workshop. We’ll get you patched up.”

She accepted your hand, hesitating only for a moment before standing up and following you down the hall. She was unusually quiet, her pace slowed as she tried to steady her focus with her remaining sensor.

Once inside the workshop, you directed her to sit on a stool and gathered your tools, laying them out carefully. V kept one sensor fixed on you, her posture rigid, her mouth opening as if to make a comment, but she stayed silent, watching as you prepared.

“Alright,” you said, pulling up a chair to get to her eye level. “Let’s take a look.”

Her broken optic flickered as you leaned in, carefully unscrewing the protective casing around it. V’s posture stiffened further, her gaze shifting just slightly as you worked with gentle precision. She seemed focused, almost too focused, as if each movement was a mystery she was trying to solve.

You adjusted a tiny dial within the sensor, fingers moving close to her face as you checked each part for damage. Her working optic sensor was so close to yours that you could see it flickering slightly, as if processing something other than her visual feed.

“Almost there,” you said, adjusting the fine wiring near the center of the optic. “Does this feel alright?”

“Fine,” she replied, voice catching slightly before she cleared her throat. “Just… get it over with already.”

Despite the casual tone, there was an uncharacteristic tension in her voice. The hum of the machinery around you seemed louder, amplifying the silence between the two of you as you made the final adjustments.

With a small click, the optic sensor powered back on fully. You pulled back to give her room to adjust, watching as she blinked both sensors open, each one working smoothly as she scanned the room. V’s gaze settled back on you, her usual self-confidence now mixed with something she seemed intent on hiding.

“Thanks,” she said, voice quieter than usual. She quickly forced a smirk. “Not bad for a human.”

You chuckled, packing up your tools. “Anytime. Just try not to give the cleaning supplies a personal tour of the floor next time.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a fleeting softness to her expression.

V lingered on the stool after you’d finished her repairs, shifting awkwardly as she examined the parts scattered on the workshop table. She looked like she was about to leave, but instead, her gaze flitted back to you, her posture a little tense.

“So…” she started quietly, her voice just above a whisper, “how do you, uh… like it here? I mean, working for… the family?”

The question surprised you, especially coming from V, who usually brushed off any kind of small talk. But now, her expression seemed almost nervous, her optic sensors flickering slightly as if she was second-guessing herself. You took a moment, not wanting to make her more uncomfortable than she already seemed.

“It’s… different,” you answered carefully. “There’s always work to do, but it can be intense sometimes. Especially with… well, how strict the family can be.”

V’s mouth twisted into a half-smile, and she let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “Yeah… you’re telling me.” She hesitated again, looking down at her hands, which were fiddling with the edge of her apron. “But… I mean… is that why you’re here? Just for the job?”

Her voice was softer than usual, and there was an unusual vulnerability in her tone that caught you off guard. For a moment, she looked like she regretted asking, her fingers now still as she waited for your answer.

“Honestly, no,” you said, choosing your words gently. “I like being here. Not just for the work, but… well, I like being around you and the other drones.”

She blinked, her sensors widening slightly as she glanced at you, a faint hue warming the edge of her faceplate. “Really? I mean, with me?” She quickly looked down, her voice dropping to almost a murmur. “You… don’t think it’s weird? Being around… drones?”

You smiled, hoping to reassure her. “Not at all. I think you’re all pretty amazing, to be honest. And you’re… well, you’re more than just drones to me. You’ve got your own personalities, your own way of looking at things. I don’t see you as any less than… well, anyone else.”

V’s gaze remained downcast, but a small, shy smile crept onto her face. She looked almost relieved, though she kept her voice quiet and steady. “Huh… I guess that’s… good to know.” Her fingers fiddled with her apron again, her sensors flickering as she seemed to struggle with what to say next.

“Thanks,” she finally mumbled, her voice barely audible. “And, um… sorry, if that was… weird to ask.” She glanced up quickly, her faceplate coloring slightly. “I don’t usually… ask stuff like that.”

“It’s fine,” you said gently. “I’m glad you did.”

She gave a small nod, the faintest hint of a smile still lingering as she got off the stool. “Well… I guess I’ll let you get back to work,” she said softly, glancing away but not before meeting your gaze one last time.

As she turned to leave, you could tell she was walking a little slower than usual, almost reluctant to step back into the harsh, orderly world outside the workshop. It left you with a strange feeling—a warmth mixed with a bit of unease, wondering just what was going on in her mind.

After V left the workshop, her quiet, almost shy questions lingered with you. The way she’d hesitated, her tone softer than usual—it was unlike her, and it stirred something in you. An idea began to form as you looked around your workshop, your gaze landing on a small gemstone tucked among the spare parts and scraps.

The stone was a deep, smoky blue, one you’d kept from an old project and had nearly forgotten about. Paired with a sleek, dark ribbon and a few tiny gears, it could make a nice little brooch—a small token that could add a bit of personality to her uniform, something unique just for her.

You worked carefully, twisting the ribbon into a neat loop around the gem, then fastening it with fine wire to create a sturdy but delicate frame. Adding a few miniature gears, you made sure the whole piece held together well. The final touch was a pin you attached to the back, allowing her to fasten it to her apron or collar.

The brooch was simple but elegant, with a hint of industrial charm in the gear accents. It was subtle enough to fit her style but distinct enough to show you’d made it with her in mind. As you held it up to the light, you could picture her reaction—likely a mix of surprised delight and the faintest hint of embarrassment as she tried to brush it off as “unnecessary.” But you had a feeling she’d appreciate it more than she’d ever admit.

With a small, satisfied smile, you set the brooch aside, ready to surprise her with it later.

Later that afternoon, while making your way through the Elliott household to attend to a small maintenance request, you ran into two familiar faces. N was arranging books on a towering shelf, balancing with surprising agility as he reached for the higher shelves, while J stood nearby, directing him with her usual precision and strict eye for detail.

“Oh, hey!” N greeted you with his usual cheerful grin, waving in a way that nearly sent a few books toppling off the shelf. “What brings you here?”

“Just checking on a request from James,” you replied, offering a smile. “Apparently, there’s a vent in his bedroom that’s making a noise.”

J gave you a curt nod, crossing her arms as she observed N’s somewhat erratic book-stacking. “Good,” she remarked, “keeping everything in top shape keeps this place running smoothly. Something I wish everyone understood.” Her gaze lingered on N, who chuckled nervously as he hurried to correct his previous placements.

You noted how J’s strict, almost no-nonsense demeanor set her apart from the other drones. She carried herself with a kind of authority, her sensors carefully scanning each detail in the room, the way a head maid might in a grand estate. It was clear that she had taken on the role of keeping everything and everyone in line.

“J’s the boss around here,” N joked with a grin, clearly aware of her authority and not minding it. “She’s been here the longest, so… she knows what she’s doing.”

“Indeed, I do,” J replied firmly, her gaze moving to you. “And you should too, if you’re going to be working with us.”

Her tone was cool, but you could tell she took her job very seriously. Unlike N, who seemed more at ease, J held a quiet but rigid authority, one that even the other drones respected. You nodded, respecting her focus but finding the dynamic interesting compared to V’s more aloof but guarded personality and N’s laid-back friendliness.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, smiling. “And besides, I’m glad you’re all here—makes my work a little more interesting.”

N laughed, leaning in conspiratorially. “We do try, don’t we?” he said with a wink. But before he could continue, J cleared her throat, leveling a sharp look his way.

“Focus on your task, N,” she reminded him. “There’s no room for slacking here.”

N immediately straightened up, almost comically attentive as he resumed placing books in perfect order, his previous playfulness toned down under her watchful eye.

J’s gaze returned to you, and she gave a small, approving nod. “Good to see someone here taking things seriously,” she said, her tone softening just slightly. With that, she turned, glancing back at N once more before striding briskly down the hall to tend to another task.

As you continued on your way, you couldn’t help but smile at the exchange, struck by how different each of the drones were in their approach to their work. J, as the de facto head maid, held everyone to a high standard, while N’s easygoing nature balanced her strictness. And then there was V, who seemed to exist somewhere in the middle, equally committed to her duties yet more guarded and occasionally softened by those moments of shyness.

The house was indeed full of personalities, each one making your time here more fascinating than you’d ever expected.

After wrapping up with J and N, you made your way to James’ bedroom to handle the noisy vent cover. As you set down your toolbox and adjusted the ladder, a familiar figure slipped into the room.

V. 

She stood by the door, hands loosely folded in front of her apron. “J told me to, uh, ‘assist,’” she said with a faint smirk. “Guess she doesn’t trust you alone in here.”

You chuckled, setting up your tools.

V lingered in place, her attention more on you than the room itself. For a few moments, she didn’t say anything, just standing there quietly as you worked. There was an odd shift in the air today, a change in the way she moved, as if something had softened in her usual aloofness.

“I was just thinking,” she began, and you heard the slight hesitation in her voice. “You spend a lot of time here, don’t you? I mean... fixing things.”

You glanced down at her, sensing the underlying curiosity. “Yeah, I do, that’s my job after all!” you replied, tightening a bolt. “Seems like something always needs fixing in this place.”

V shifted slightly, her gaze wandering to the floor for a moment, as if she were unsure how to continue. “Do you ever… miss the outside? You know, where things are a little less... complicated?”

The question caught you off guard. You hadn’t thought about it much, but now that she mentioned it, the contrast between the chaotic, busy world outside and the rigid atmosphere of the Elliott household was striking. “I don’t know. Sometimes, I guess,” you said, finishing up with the vent cover. “But it’s not so bad here. You get used to the... routine.”

V hummed quietly in response, her optics flickering for a moment. “Routine,” she echoed softly, as if testing the word. “I guess you’d have to get used to it, wouldn’t you?”

You lowered the ladder and turned to pack up your tools. “You get used to a lot of things,” you replied, giving her a light smile. “Sometimes it’s easier than fighting against it.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. V seemed lost in thought, her usual biting tone replaced by something far more thoughtful, even uncertain. You found yourself wondering if she, too, was starting to feel the weight of the rigid structure surrounding her.

You closed the toolbox with a soft click, the quiet hum of the vent in the background filling the silence between you and V. For a moment, it felt like you were in a small bubble of stillness, with the noise of the house and the world outside muted.

V stood in the doorway, her posture a little more tense than usual, and her gaze distant, as if she were looking through you rather than at you. She didn’t seem angry, but there was something heavy in the way she looked at the floor, something unspoken.

“You know,” you began, trying to break the silence, “I get it. Routine makes things easier. But that doesn’t mean it’s always the best thing, right?”

V’s optics flickered, and she glanced up, a faint crease forming between her brows as if she were trying to process your words. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice softer than usual, more curious than dismissive.

You shrugged lightly, leaning against the wall as you wiped your hands on a rag. “I mean, it’s easy to get caught up in what’s expected of you, and sometimes it feels like there’s no room for anything else.” You paused, meeting her gaze. “But we don’t have to just follow the routine because it’s easier. You can change things, even if just a little.”

V didn’t say anything for a long moment, her eyes focusing on you with an intensity you weren’t used to. It was almost like she was trying to read you, like the words you said weren’t just passing by her but settling deep inside. Finally, she spoke, her voice quieter now, like she was sharing something personal.

“I don’t know how to change things,” she said, her fingers subtly twisting the hem of her apron. “I’m just… here. I do what I’m told. It’s easier that way.”

The way she said it hit you in a way you hadn’t expected. There was no bitterness, no anger—just resignation. She had accepted the life she had been given, and you could see that breaking free from it wasn’t something she had even considered, not really.

“Yeah, I get that,” you replied, your tone softer now. “But you don’t have to stay stuck in it, you know. Not forever.”

V met your eyes again, and for a moment, she almost looked like she was about to say something more, but instead, she just gave a small nod, almost as if she were acknowledging something she hadn’t allowed herself to consider before.

Before you could say anything else, she stepped back slightly, a little self-conscious. “I should go check on the others,” she said, her voice returning to its usual quiet but distant tone. “I’ll leave you to your work.”

You nodded as she turned and walked toward the door. “Alright,” you said, watching her leave. As the door clicked shut behind her, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, however small. It was like a crack had opened in her stoic façade, and for just a second, you’d seen something more.

You weren’t sure what that something was yet, but you were certain it wasn’t the last time you’d see it.

You stood there for a moment, watching the door quietly close behind her. The quiet hum of the machinery around you felt more pronounced now, almost as if it were a reminder of the weight of the house itself—the unspoken rules, the invisible boundaries, all of it pressing down on everyone in this space.

With a deep breath, you gathered your tools and slid them into the worn bag at your side. There were still repairs to be done, tasks to handle. The house was never quite finished, not with how much it needed, and you couldn’t afford to let your thoughts drift too much.

You exited the bedroom and made your way down the narrow hallway. The old wooden floors creaked under your feet, the house old enough to have its own personality, every corner seemingly filled with the ghosts of its past. The sound of your footsteps echoed down the hall, but the rest of the house felt oddly empty. There were no voices, no laughter—just the soft buzz of machinery and the quiet rhythm of the world moving along as it always had.

As you passed the open door to the kitchen, you caught sight of N, standing at the counter, wiping down the surface with a rag. His movements were robotic, efficient, as always. When he saw you, he gave a quick nod of acknowledgment, his usual monotone greeting following.

“Everything alright?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Affirmative,” N responded, his voice almost too even. “House operations continue without error.”

You smiled at him, a little half-smile that barely reached your eyes. “That’s good to hear. Has James been in here at all today?”

N’s usual response was to stand at attention when discussing James, but today he just shrugged. “Not recently. He’s in his office, as usual.”

You nodded. Of course, James would be. Ever the shadow in the house. It wasn’t like you expected anything different, but sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how long that sort of atmosphere would last. A house where no one could speak freely, where every interaction was measured and controlled. You couldn’t help but think about V’s quiet words just now. She hadn’t said much, but the cracks in her composure were starting to show.

As you were about to turn and leave, a familiar voice caught you off guard.

“Hey, techy! Whatcha up to?” Tessa said, her voice carrying from the end of the hall.

You glanced over at her, surprised. Tessa was walking toward you, her footsteps light and quick. Her bright expression made her stand out in the house, her energy almost palpable compared to the coldness of the rest of the family.

"Just taking a break," you said, shrugging. "How about you?"

Tessa grinned, though it was brief. “Same. Dad’s in one of his moods today, so I’m avoiding him. At least in here, it’s a bit quieter.”

You smiled at her. She was different from her father, and that difference was something you noticed more every time she spoke. She wasn’t trying to hide it like V or N, nor did she seem to care as much about the formalities and the rigid structure that Jason seemed so intent on imposing.

“I don’t blame you,” you said. “Sometimes it’s better to take a step back and breathe.”

Tessa paused, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, I suppose so,” she said softly, before giving a quick glance to the kitchen. “N’s still doing his thing, I see.”

“Always,” you replied with a smile.

Tessa giggled, then looked back at you, her expression softening slightly. “I wanted to ask you something, though.”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Tessa shifted on her feet, clearly debating whether or not to speak her mind. “It’s just... well, you’re different from the others. The way you treat V and N, it’s like you see them for who they are, not just what they do. It’s weird, but it’s nice.”

Your heart gave a strange twist at her words. She was perceptive for someone so young. But it was true, you’d never seen V or N as just machines to fix or tasks to handle. There was more to them than that, and as you looked back at Tessa’s bright eyes, you wondered if she was starting to see that too.

“I guess I just try to treat everyone like they matter,” you said, your tone light but sincere.

Tessa nodded thoughtfully, then tilted her head toward the stairs. “I think that’s nice. Maybe you should try telling my dad that sometime.” Her voice was teasing but there was something underneath—maybe a small hint of hope. Hope that one day, James might see things differently.

You gave her a small smile, feeling an unexpected warmth in your chest. “Maybe I will.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment before Tessa glanced at her watch, a reminder of whatever task she was supposed to be doing. “Well, I better go before Dad finds me again. I’ll see you later.”

“Take care of yourself, alright?” you said, watching her head off toward the staircase.

With a sigh, you turned back toward the hallway, feeling the weight of the house settle back in around you. You still had a lot of work to do. The machines would keep running, the family would keep their routines, but in the quiet moments, you couldn’t help but wonder just how long it would take before something would finally change. And if that change would be for the better.

You pushed the thought away for now and continued on, ready to face the next part of your day.

[freshthoughts2020]

GOD CREATES GOOD FROM SATAN'S (ATTEMPTED) DESTRUCTION

GOD CREATES GOOD FROM SATAN'S (ATTEMPTED) DESTRUCTION

February 28, 2024

Back with another article involving a lesson from my car accident the other day. Quick recap, got into a little fender bender on the block of my crib and boy was I angry. I was enraged because I thought how much this could’ve been avoided and how inconvenient the timing was (but when is it ever a good time for an accident? lol).

When I collided with the other vehicle, foolishly before I could even Thank God for letting me be alright, I went into cursing up a storm. If you know I’m not super curse man like that, I try to watch my language beloved. Its easier for me to curse when I rap because I feel like curse words enhance the emotion behind the lyrics lol. Even that sound crazy forgive me Christ I might be tripping lmao.

Anyways, I’m bashing the steering wheel, hit the mirror just going bezerk, but an older black woman was the driver of the other vehicle. She got out and consoled me. Got to preaching to me like she was in the pulpit lol, reminding how blessed we are no scars, no injuries, she had nothing negative to say. The worst thing she said was she was running late for work. So we exchanged info and kept it pushing but boy I was defeated but things turned around..

A, THANK GOD FOR INSURANCE

Thank God for insurance boy. This situation could’ve been a thousand times worst without insurance. The only thing wrong was the front bumper on the left side had some unwanted hangtime. You know that’s an easy rack, and that’s a rack I didn’t want to pay for. I’m trying to take trips, reinvest in my business, help people, every rack count beloved and I don’t have time to be spending it on repairing vehicles. But once again God looked out and that headache was resolved.

B. LAST NIGHT TOOK A L BUT TODAY I BOUNCED BACK

Ya boy got into a crispy rental boy. It’s a car I been wanting to drive for a minute too. Often fantasizing myself in it, going for cruises, being suited up, you know regular car fantasies. Now I never thought I would be in this vehicle through this circumstance but here we are. Using something I thought was so “horrible” being turned into an opportunity for me to shine yet again. God is Good.

This is probably the most important thing out this situation. A blessing being spoken over my life. If you don’t know about the power of words, you gon know about it today. Its something my mother always stressed to us, “life and death is in the power of the tongue.” See, Proverbs 18:21 Amplified Bible (AMP) Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it and indulge it will eat its fruit and bear the consequences of their words.

C. BLESSED ASSURANCE

Words are so powerful it even had brother plotting against his own brother to receive a blessing. Jacob and Esau are twin brothers in the biblical narrative found in the Book of Genesis. Their story revolves around the struggle for their father Isaac's blessing. Esau, the older twin, was a skilled hunter and Isaac's favorite, while Jacob was a more cunning and domesticated individual.

The pivotal moment came when Isaac, nearing old age and with failing eyesight, decided to bless Esau, intending to pass on the family's leadership and prosperity to him. However, their mother, Rebekah, favored Jacob and orchestrated a plan for him to receive the blessing instead. She dressed Jacob in Esau's clothes and covered his hands and neck with animal skins to mimic Esau's hairy appearance.

When Jacob approached his father, Isaac was initially suspicious due to the voice difference between Jacob and Esau. However, Jacob convinced Isaac that he was Esau, and Isaac bestowed the blessing upon him. When Esau later discovered this deception, he was furious and sought to kill Jacob. As a result, Jacob fled to his uncle Laban's house.

So you see a blessing of the word means a lot! Today I received word from the woman that she would pray for me (genuinely) and ask that God blesses me with a prosperous and blessed life. I promised to return the same sentiment. When those words are received by God, I know they will touch me spiritually is enlighten my life, allowing me to continue to flourish in God’s magnificent blanket of favor.

Remember this when a trash situation arise. Everything works together for our good. Satan is going to get joy seeing you suffer and will not hesitate to take advantage of your misfortune. But Christ is so good he’s going to take everything that was meant for your downfall and turn it into your uprise. Stand tall loved one, peace!

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[sharkiegorath]

rambling text post (suicide mention, in a past/recounting context) (sudden lore drop)

I’m 26 and I’ve had two friends who killed themselves. Completely unrelated. 7 years apart. We weren’t close, but they were important to me. They were named David and Dave. They were both talented artist-writer-poets who died on the 14th of an early month. They were passionate about theater and politics, and they had ostentatious middle names honoring historical figures.

I know suicide intimately, not because of my own depression, but because there's more empirical evidence for suicide's role in creating me than God's. I'm close to my grandma, who'd raised one of her younger brothers, a genius who ended up violently killing himself in his early 20’s. It’s still a big shameful open secret contributing to our family’s collective trauma. Then my grandpa (the same grandma’s husband) tried to kill himself when my mom was 9; that was one of the reasons why they migrated to Singapore. So suicide has changed the trajectory of my existence before I actually existed. 

I'm hypersensitive but the funny thing is, I tend to handle death pretty well, even sudden death. I don't mean 'well' in the sense of, like, Getting a Good Grade in Grieving. I mean the general enormity of loss doesn't stagger me and that's good because it lets me help the people grieving harder. I’ve lost friends, family, and pets. I was sad each time and mourned. Yet before Dave, the 'hardest' I'd ever grieved was over a pest rat caught in a cage, who was taken away by a freak meeting with an exterminator before my dad could release it in a jungle to get eaten by a snake. Make of that what you will. 

When David died in early 2016, I was in a long depressive-sometimes-manic-generally-overall-miserable episode. Most of our friends had just started college, and a lot of us had major mental health issues. I'd isolated myself but I think we felt the loss in an amplified way because of that shared struggle and anxiety. I learned about David's explicit political motivations through his dad's memorial blog. I wailed after a semi-uncomfortable outing because I clumsily brought it up, and a comparatively stable longtime friend said they wanted to "remember the good" about David. I felt that David would've wanted to be accepted for 'the bad'. I wasn't even 20 yet.

Right before Dave died last year, I was the happiest I’d been in a long time, and I'd been pretty stable for years. I was writing a lot. I was recording videos and teaching myself to edit. I was excited for the future and amassing unprecedented peace with the past. I’d just watched Our Flag and it rewired my brain chemistry, so I was getting these epiphanies like "you have experienced love and belonging (you were just too traumatized and self-loathing to realize)", "a big chunk of your life is ahead of you", "you aren't unknowable and unlovable"...and then suddenly someone who made me feel known and loved, whom I'd known and loved, was gone for reasons I'll never understand.

Of course it also reminded me of the guilt and trauma surrounding David. I mean, they had the same name. I used to visit Dave's blog and think "haha that's funny, I knew a similar David! Good thing this one is alive!!" and maybe I'd think something about Goliath. I don't know.

I didn't process Dave's death properly because my family had emergency roof repairs on the day I found out. I had to ''staycation'' with my highly anxious, unwell mother and our highly anxious dogs, requiring a lot of movement and logistics. It rained the whole week. I had my period, which is near-debilitating. My parents were really kind about the situation, I love my dogs, but there was nothing we could do. My mom has a (consensually taken) video of a concerned Bonbon circling me 30+ times while I cried on a swivel chair. I tried to write to meet deadlines and all of my stories became about death or loss and they were bad but not interestingly terrible.

I've waited this long in the post to mention I've had past suicide ideation and periods where I just didn't want to live. It hasn’t been a Problem since I was 18. (A whole 8 years ago!) I get better every year. I'm firmly in a place where I know I want to stick around. I don't just 'not want to die', I want to live; I would be pissed if I couldn't. Still. I’m surprised at how hard it is to find suicide bereavement resources for people who are also suicidal. Weird, right? Nobody talks about the shell-shocked survivor’s guilt. Nobody talks about the multifaceted jealousy. Nobody talks about the part where, if people around us are mirrors, what can you conclude when a mirror somehow smashes itself? 

David and Dave were both always nice to me. I mean it when I say they made me feel loved and seen, in a special way I've rarely felt. I only knew them a little yet what little I had meant so much. But David was demanding and hypercritical of his loved ones. Dave got into a lot of internet fights and discourse, some justified or funny, some uncomfortable or imo wrong. All humans are complex but they categorically weren’t just ‘sweet kids’. They didn't get to mature or learn. I know for a fact that I would've disappointed them if we'd been closer; maybe I already did. The reality isn’t always this complicated, right? Maybe? I assume? I honestly don’t know what a ‘typical’ suicide is like, because I haven’t personally known a suicide victim who wasn’t a confrontational Marxist with very strong opinions about theater. And I'd prefer not to know a variety. Jesus.

Eventually, I told my therapist about David and Dave. I said it was hard knowing that friends with my intensity of emotion had killed themselves. She said I was different from them because I'm a girl (lmao) and because I'm "not angry". I accepted it at the time, since fighting isn't a crucial part of my personality, but I got angry after thinking about it. Because I'm not so different when it counts; because I'm the kind of person who'd grieve a friend's suicide by complaining it was wasteful, ill-timed, and/or politically incoherent. I hope they would've appreciated being challenged. It's the best I can do for them now.

David hated Singapore and reportedly viewed America as a better option; he wanted to live in New York City. Dave lived in New York and viewed America as the ultimate evil. They would've deeply understood each other in many regards, but also gotten into a fistfight about Western imperialism. I'm the only person connecting them. What do I do with that? It feels like eldritch knowledge. Because of my upbringing and brain, it’s cognitively impossible for me to say it’s just a freak coincidence. I feel like I'm one of Job's sole surviving servants. I think there was A Reason, but that Reason is recursive; it’s just so I would know. 

Two years ago, that Marvel TV quote kept getting passed around. "What is grief but love persevering?" Oh, fuck that. What's that supposed to mean for me? I didn't feel intense grief for the family/friends/pets I've lost, even at the very moment, so I don't really love them? I feel intense grief for one random rat and friends I held at arms' length, so I must love them the most, even when I resent them or planned to let the rat die displaced in the wild anyway? I can never separate Dave and David from each other, or from me. I’m going to be dragging this around for the rest of my life. I live in a carcass.

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 How to Stay Ahead of Plumbing Challenges

Life in a bustling city like San Francisco has its perks, but dealing with unexpected home emergencies, like water damage, isn’t one of them. From sudden leaks to clogged drains, plumbing woes can disrupt your day and quickly escalate into costly problems. The key to staying ahead of these challenges is having access to reliable services like emergency plumbing San Francisco and being prepared with proactive solutions. Here, we’ll explore urban water damage concerns, the importance of emergency plumbing, and tips for avoiding common plumbing issues, along with a handy guide to installing a bathroom sink drain.

The Unique Challenges of Urban Water Damage

Water damage in urban settings like San Francisco can stem from various factors—aging infrastructure, compact living spaces, and frequent storms are just a few examples. A sudden pipe burst in an apartment complex may not only impact your unit but could also affect your neighbors, amplifying the urgency of repairs.

When water damage occurs, calling a water damage inspector SF is a smart move. These experts have the skills and tools to assess hidden problems, like moisture behind walls or under floors, that could otherwise go unnoticed. They ensure that your property is thoroughly evaluated and equipped for recovery while preventing secondary damage like mold growth.

Why Reliable Emergency Plumbing Is Essential

Having a trusted emergency plumbing near me is vital for homeowners, especially when disaster strikes outside regular business hours. Emergency plumbers are equipped to tackle urgent problems like overflowing toilets, burst pipes, or blocked drains that can’t wait until the next day.

For instance, if a pipe bursts in your kitchen late at night, the first step is to shut off the water supply. The next step? Call emergency plumbing San Francisco to resolve the issue before it creates widespread water damage. The faster the response, the less time water has to seep into walls, floors, or electrical systems, saving you from bigger headaches down the line.

Homeowner Tips for Preventing Plumbing Issues

While emergencies can’t always be avoided, regular maintenance and care go a long way in preventing common plumbing issues. Here’s how you can minimize the chances of running into trouble:

Inspect and Maintain Pipes: Look for signs of leaks, corrosion, or weak spots in your plumbing system.

Avoid Clogs:��Use drain covers to prevent hair, food particles, and debris from building up in your drains.

Monitor Water Pressure: High water pressure can stress pipes over time. Install a pressure regulator if needed.

Know Your Main Shut-Off Valve: Familiarize yourself with its location so you can stop water flow during an emergency.

Schedule Annual Check-Ups: Regular maintenance by professionals helps catch potential problems early.

When issues do arise despite your best efforts, having access to emergency plumbing services means you’re fully prepared to act quickly.

Guide to Installing a Bathroom Sink Drain

Some smaller plumbing jobs, like installing a bathroom sink drain, can be tackled as a DIY project. With the right tools and a little patience, you can complete the task in no time.

Tools and Materials Needed

Plumber's putty

Drain assembly kit

Adjustable wrench

Pipe tape or sealant

Step-by-Step Instructions

Prepare Your Sink and Parts Clean the sink’s drain hole and gather all components of the drain assembly.

Apply Plumber’s Putty Roll a small amount of plumber’s putty into a rope shape. Apply it around the underside of the drain flange, which will sit in the sink’s drain hole.

Insert the Drain Piece Push the drain piece through the hole and press the flange firmly into place.

Secure the Underside From beneath the sink, slide on the rubber washer and tightening nut. Use the wrench to secure it snugly—but don’t overtighten.

Attach Pipe Connections Connect the tailpiece of the drain to the plumbing system beneath the sink, using pipe sealant for watertight joints.

Check for Leaks Turn on the water and test the drain. Look closely for drips and tighten fittings if necessary.

If anything feels uncertain during the installation, an emergency plumber is always just a call away to help you finish the job properly.

Stay Ahead of Water Damage

Plumbing emergencies and water damage don’t have to derail your home life. By investing in preventative care, staying vigilant, and knowing where to turn in a crisis, you can minimize disruption and protect your property. Experts like water damage inspector SF and emergency plumbing San Francisco services are ready to help when you need them most.

Whether it’s installing a bathroom sink drain or dealing with a sudden pipe burst, taking proactive steps keeps your home safe, functional, and stress-free. Prepare today so that you’re ready for anything tomorrow!

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Art of Altering Fur Jackets

Fur jackets constitute the beauty. Their soft, fluffy textures and timeless splendor have made them a favorite addition to many wardrobes, symbolizing luxury and fashion. Like other high-stop clothing, fur jackets can also require alterations through the years to offer a super shape and hold their splendor. Here, we’ll discover the significance of Fur Jacket repair and Alteration near me, the factors to not forget when selecting an expert alteration Tailor for the task, and how to find the fine offerings for altering fur jackets.

Why Does the Fur Jacket Need to Be Altered?

Fur jackets are not the simplest and visually beautiful; however also serve as a massive investment. However, over the years, different factors might affect their fit or condition, necessitating changes. Fur jacket alterations are vital for preserving those highly-priced garments. Here’s why fur jacket alteration are so essential:

Flawless Fit: The most critical aspect of any fur jacket is its match. Fur jackets have to fit the body as carefully as feasible without being restrictive, like a 2nd pores and skin. A best suit ensures both comfort and beauty, improving the jacket's natural splendor. Whether you are trying to take within the seams, adjust the shoulders, or tailor the overall shape, Fur JACKET Repair and Alteration Watford guarantees the jacket fits your specific figure, helping you appearance you’re first-class while feeling comfortable on your high-priced garment.

Restoration of Wear and Tear: Over time, a fur jacket may be afflicted by putting on and tear. Furs can end up disheveled, lose their form, or even shed. These troubles can make even the most pricey fur jacket lose its luster. Altering the jacket lets in skilled specialists to restore the garment and fresh its look. By making diffused however powerful modifications, a tailor can provide new existence into your jacket, preserving it for years to come.

Style Enhancement: One of the maximum appealing components of a fur jacket is its versatility. Customizing it for your private style can absolutely transform the look of your coat. Whether you want to shorten the sleeves, upload decorative elements, or regulate the period of the jacket, fur jacket alteration can enhance its average fashion and aesthetic. Small changes can improve the cut, shape, and flow of the fur, ensuring the jacket enhances both your dresser and personal taste.

Weatherproofing: Fur jackets are designed to withstand numerous climate situations, especially bloodless climates. However, over time, the jacket’s weather resistance may additionally lessen due to adjustments within the fur or creation. Expert changes can assist in restoring and enhancing the jacket’s protective functions, including reinforcing seams or reconditioning the fur to be greater proof against water and wind. This ensures that your jacket remains not only stylish but practical, providing the most safety from the elements.

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Sustainability: In nowadays international, sustainability is greater vital than ever. A fur jacket is a precious investment, and altering it instead of discarding it could assist preserve a herbal aid. By making essential changes to restore, reshape, or refresh your jacket, you can considerably amplify its lifespan. This green technique lets you experience the luxury of your fur jacket without waste, making changes a sustainable choice.

Summing Up!

When it comes to fantastic Fur JACKET repair and Alteration Watford, B X Tailor & Alterations stands proud as your go-to source for best sizing and professional craftsmanship. Specializing in amazing textiles, we provide tailor-made answers to satisfy your precise desires. Whether it's adjusting the fit, restoring the fur, or enhancing its ordinary style, Fur Jacket Repair and Alteration near Me gives expert alteration services, demonstrating each talent and interest in the element. Trust us to care for your treasured funding and help you maintain the beauty of your fur jacket for years to come.

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Expert Amplifier Repair Near You: Trust Brocky's Electronics for Top-Quality Service

When your amplifier begins to falter, it can disrupt your entire audio experience, whether you're a musician, a dedicated audiophile, or simply someone who enjoys quality sound in your home. Amplifiers are crucial components in audio systems, responsible for boosting audio signals to ensure you get the best possible sound from your speakers. However, like any electronic device, amplifiers can encounter issues that require professional attention. That’s where Brocky's Electronics comes in.

Why Choose Brocky's Electronics for Amplifier Repair?

At Brocky's Electronics, we specialize in amplifier repair, offering reliable and efficient service to get your equipment back to peak performance. Our skilled technicians have years of experience working with a wide range of amplifier brands and models. Whether you have a vintage tube amplifier or a modern solid-state unit, we have the expertise to diagnose and fix any problem.

Common Amplifier Issues We Address

Amplifiers can suffer from a variety of issues that may impact their performance:

No Power: If your amplifier isn’t turning on, it could be due to a blown fuse, faulty power supply, or internal circuit issues. Our team will thoroughly inspect the unit to identify the root cause and recommend the best repair options.

Distorted Sound: Distortion can occur for several reasons, including damaged components or improper connections. We’ll test all connections and components to ensure your amplifier is functioning correctly, delivering crystal-clear sound.

Overheating: Overheating can lead to permanent damage if not addressed promptly. Our technicians will check for issues related to ventilation, cooling systems, and internal components to prevent future problems.

Poor Signal Quality: If you're experiencing issues with sound quality, such as intermittent signals or loss of volume, our team will evaluate the input and output connections, as well as the internal circuitry, to restore optimal sound quality.

Fast and Affordable Service

We understand that your time and budget are important. That's why Brocky's Electronics is committed to providing fast turnaround times and competitive pricing on all amplifier repairs. We use high-quality replacement parts and guarantee our work, ensuring you receive the best service possible.

Convenience of Local Service

Searching for “amplifier repair near me” often leads to countless options, but choosing a local business like Brocky's Electronics means you can trust in our reputation within the community. Our customers consistently praise our prompt service, professionalism, and commitment to quality. We pride ourselves on being a part of the community and strive to exceed your expectations with every repair.

Get Your Amplifier Back in Action Today!

Don’t let a malfunctioning amplifier ruin your music experience. Trust the experts at Brocky's Electronics for all your amplifier repair needs. With our skilled technicians, efficient service, and dedication to customer satisfaction, you’ll be back enjoying your favorite tunes in no time.

Ready to get started? Contact Brocky's Electronics today to schedule your amplifier repair. You can reach us at [insert phone number] or visit our website at [insert website URL] to learn more about our services. We look forward to helping you restore your audio system to its former glory!

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How Summer Heat Affects Your Windscreen: What You Need to Know

Summer is a season of road trips, long drives, and sunny days, but it’s also a time when your car’s windscreen is at greater risk of damage. The intense heat and fluctuating temperatures during summer can cause unexpected problems for your windscreen, often turning minor issues into significant safety hazards. Understanding how summer heat affects your windscreen and taking preventive steps including windscreen replacement in Sydney can save you a lot in the future.

The Impact of Heat on Your Windscreen

Extreme heat causes the glass in your windscreen to expand. While windscreen glass is designed to handle some level of stress, continuous exposure to high temperatures can weaken its structure. This is especially true if your windscreen already has small chips or cracks. These seemingly minor issues can spread rapidly in the heat, turning a simple repair into a costly replacement.

Another problem arises when you blast your air conditioning on a hot day. The sudden drop in temperature inside your car, compared to the scorching heat outside, creates a thermal shock. This sharp temperature difference can cause existing cracks to expand or even lead to new ones.

The Role of UV Rays

In addition to heat, prolonged exposure to ultraviolet (UV) rays can degrade the structural integrity of your windscreen. Over time, UV rays weaken the adhesive that holds the windscreen in place, compromising its ability to provide structural support during an accident. If you notice signs of deterioration, it’s crucial to address them promptly with a windscreen replacement in Sydney.

Common Summer Windscreen Problems

Expanding Cracks and Chips: Small chips can quickly turn into long cracks under the stress of summer heat.

Distorted Vision: Glare from the sun on a dirty or damaged windscreen can impair your visibility.

Weakened Adhesive: UV exposure can degrade the bonding material around your windscreen.

How to Protect Your Windscreen in Summer

Park in the Shade

Whenever possible, park your car in shaded areas or use a sunshade to minimise direct sunlight on your windscreen. Reducing heat exposure can prevent cracks from expanding.

Avoid Sudden Temperature Changes

Instead of blasting your air conditioner immediately, allow the car to cool gradually by cracking open the windows for a few minutes before turning on the AC.

Fix Chips and Cracks Immediately

Even a small chip can escalate in summer heat. Search for windshield repair near me and address minor damage promptly to avoid more significant issues.

Keep Your Windscreen Clean

Dirt and grime can amplify the sun’s glare, making it harder to see. Regular cleaning ensures better visibility and reduces heat absorption by the glass.

When to Consider Replacement

If your windscreen has extensive damage or the cracks have spread, it’s time to consider a car windscreen replacement in Sydney. Replacing a compromised windscreen ensures your safety and maintains your vehicle’s structural integrity.

Summer heat can be harsh on your windscreen, but with proper care and timely repairs, you can avoid costly replacements and ensure your safety on the road. If you’re dealing with damage, consult a professional for a windscreen replacement in Sydney or search for windshield repair to ensure a safe and hassle-free driving experience.

The author of this article is a certified professional offering high quality windscreen replacement in Sydney. He has over 3 years of experience working in the automotive industry. For more information, visit https://www.windscreenreplacementsydney.com.au/

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How a Digital Marketing Strategy Can Double Your Roofing Leads

In today's competitive market, having a robust digital marketing strategy is essential for roofing companies looking to stand out, grow their client base, and ultimately increase their leads. A well-executed digital marketing plan can significantly improve visibility, build trust with potential customers, and generate consistent, high-quality leads. In this blog, we will explore how a strategic digital marketing approach can help roofing businesses double their leads and drive growth.

1. Search Engine Optimization (SEO) for Roofing Websites

SEO is one of the most powerful tools for driving organic traffic to your roofing business website. By optimizing your website with relevant keywords such as "roofing services," "roof repair near me," or "best roofers in [your location]," you can ensure that your business appears in search engine results when potential customers are looking for roofing solutions.

Local SEO is especially important for roofing companies, as most customers are looking for contractors in their immediate area. By optimizing your Google My Business listing and focusing on location-based keywords, you can significantly improve your rankings in local search results, making it easier for customers to find you.

2. Pay-Per-Click (PPC) Advertising

While SEO is a long-term strategy, PPC (Pay-Per-Click) advertising can deliver immediate results. Platforms like Google Ads allow roofing companies to target specific keywords related to their services, ensuring that their ads appear when potential customers are actively searching for roofing services. With a well-targeted PPC campaign, you can drive highly qualified traffic to your website and generate leads quickly.

PPC also allows you to control your budget and adjust bids based on performance. For roofing companies, running ads during peak seasons or after storm events when people are more likely to need roofing repairs can maximize the return on your investment.

3. Social Media Marketing for Roofers

Social media platforms like Facebook, Instagram, and LinkedIn are excellent tools for roofing businesses to engage with potential customers and showcase their work. By sharing high-quality photos of completed projects, customer testimonials, and educational content related to roofing, you can build trust with your audience and position your company as a leader in the industry.

Social media also offers paid advertising options, which can further amplify your reach. By targeting homeowners in your area or individuals who have shown interest in home improvement, you can increase your chances of generating leads from people who are actively looking for roofing services.

4. Content Marketing to Educate and Engage

Creating valuable content is an effective way to engage with your target audience and drive organic traffic to your website. Blog posts, videos, infographics, and FAQs are all great ways to address common roofing questions, provide helpful tips, and showcase your expertise.

By providing educational content about roofing maintenance, signs that a roof needs repair, or how to choose the right roofing material, you can attract visitors who are not yet ready to hire a roofer but are looking for information. This positions your business as a trusted resource and increases the likelihood that they will contact you when they need roofing services.

5. Conversion Rate Optimization (CRO)

Driving traffic to your website is important, but converting that traffic into leads is crucial. Conversion Rate Optimization (CRO) involves improving your website’s design, content, and user experience to increase the likelihood that visitors will take action, such as filling out a contact form, requesting a quote, or scheduling an appointment.

A well-optimized website with clear calls-to-action, a simple contact form, and easy navigation can significantly improve your lead generation efforts. By focusing on improving the user experience, you can turn more of your website visitors into paying customers.

Conclusion

A strong digital marketing strategy is essential for roofing companies looking to increase their leads and grow their business. By combining SEO, PPC, social media marketing, content marketing, and conversion rate optimization, roofing businesses can attract more qualified leads, build lasting relationships with customers, and ultimately double their leads.

If you're ready to take your roofing business to the next level, partnering with a digital marketing agency specializing in the roofing industry can help you implement these strategies effectively and start seeing results. For More Information Visit: https://seraphimconsulting.org/roofing-digital-marketing-agency-can-double-your-leads

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Roof Maintenance Service Company Near me in Chester, NJ

Keep Your Roof in Top Shape with Roofing Pros. Reliable Roof Maintenance Services Near me in Chester, NJ. As an assets proprietor, you recognize how essential it is to defend your investment, and your roof plays a vital function in that. Regular roof protection is fundamental to making sure that your house or commercial enterprise remains secure, steady, and well-included from the factors. With Roofing Pros, you can rest confident that our expert group will hold your roof in pinnacle circumstances, stopping highly-priced upkeep and lengthening its lifespan.

Roof damage often goes overlooked until it’s too late, and through then, you are probably going through steeply-priced maintenance or even a whole substitute. That’s why recurring roof upkeep is essential. It permits the early detection of troubles which include leaks, broken shingles, and worn-out flashing. We address those issues earlier than they amplify, ensuring your roof remains long-lasting, strength-efficient, and secure. At Roofing Pros, we provide comprehensive roof upkeep offerings designed to give you peace of mind knowing that your roof is in expert palms.

Why Roof Maintenance Is Crucial for Long-Term Protection

Prevents Costly Repairs: Regular upkeep guarantees that small problems are identified and glued earlier than they develop into high-priced problems. Early detection of leaks, put on, and tear can prevent hundreds of greenbacks in repairs or roof replacements.

Extends the Roof's Lifespan: Roof renovation can add years to the existence of your roof, delaying the need for a high-priced alternative. A nicely-maintained roof is extra resistant to harsh weather, temperature extremes, and other factors that might shorten its lifespan.

Increases Energy Efficiency: A nicely maintained roof contributes to better insulation, which helps maintain your house or business cushy year-round. It can also help lower electricity bills by preventing air leaks and improving the general performance of your HVAC system.

Comprehensive Roof Maintenance Services in Chester, NJ

At Roofing Pros, we provide a complete range of roof upkeep services to ensure your roof remains in most excellent circumstance. Our group of skilled contractors is devoted to providing thorough inspections, upkeep, and upkeep solutions tailored to your roof’s unique desires. Here are the key services we offer:

Routine Roof Inspections

Regular inspections are essential for identifying capacity problems earlier than they cause enormous damage. Our expert team will carry out an in-depth inspection of your roof, checking for problems which include broken shingles, clogged gutters, and deteriorating flashing. We’ll provide you with a complete record, outlining the condition of your roof and any endorsed maintenance.

Shingle and Tile Repair

Over time, shingles and tiles can come to be cracked, damaged, or displaced. Our team will replace or repair broken shingles or tiles to ensure your roof stays watertight and stable. We use extraordinary substances that shape your current roof, ensuring a continuing repair that blends in perfectly.

Gutter Cleaning and Maintenance

Clogged gutters can result in water buildup to your roof, which may additionally motive leaks or water harm to your house or business. Roofing Pros provides professional gutter cleaning services, getting rid of particles and ensuring proper drainage to defend your roof and construct a foundation.

Flashing and Sealant Repair

Flashing is used to seal joints and gaps around vents, chimneys, and skylights. Over time, flashing can go to the pot, leading to leaks. Roofing Pros offers flashing inspection and restoration services to make certain all seals are intact, preventing water from penetrating your roof.

Debris Removal

Leaves, branches, and different particles can collect on your roof, in particular in the fall and wintry weather. Roofing Pros will cast off any debris to save you from clogging in your gutters and to keep your roof free of capability damage because of the weight or decay of particles.

Roof Coating Services

A roof coating can guard your roof from UV damage, moisture, and extreme weather. Roofing Pros gives roof coating offerings to improve the durability and power performance of your roof, extending its lifespan and protecting it from the elements.

Emergency Roof Repair Services

Sometimes, storms or accidents can cause sudden damage to your roof. Roofing Pros is available for emergency roof repair offerings in Chester, NJ. We provide fast, powerful solutions to repair the integrity of your roof and shield your own home or commercial enterprise.

Why Choose Roofing Pros for Roof Maintenance in Chester, NJ?

Roofing Pros could be the quality preference for roof preservation in Chester, NJ because of our commitment to providing high-quality providers, patron satisfaction, and lasting consequences. Here's why you have to pick out us for your subsequent roof renovation challenge:

Customer Satisfaction: At Roofing Pros, we prioritize client delight in the whole thing we do. From the first consultation to the final inspection, we work hard to make certain you are completely satisfied with the quality of our work and our professionalism.

Local Expertise: With years of experience serving the Chester, NJ network, Roofing Pros knows the precise weather conditions and roofing desires inside the area. We offer tailored answers that might be perfect for your unique weather, ensuring your roof can resist the elements for years to come.

Licensed and Insured Contractors: Roofing Pros is fully licensed and insured, which means you can have peace of mind knowing that your roof is being handled by skilled professionals who adhere to safety standards and enterprise first-class practices.

Affordable and Transparent Pricing: We provide competitive pricing for all of our roof upkeep services. We offer relax, no-obligation charges so you can plan your finances for that reason, and not use surprises along the way. Our obvious pricing guarantees you understand precisely what you’re procuring, every step of the way.

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5 Surprising Benefits of Acupuncture for Back Pain Relief

Do you wake up every morning dreading the discomfort that comes with chronic back pain? Many of us face the challenge of navigating daily life while battling a nagging ache on our backs. For some, it’s a dull discomfort, while for others, it’s a sharp pain that makes simple tasks feel impossible. Finding a solution can be overwhelming, especially with so many treatment options claiming to be the answer. But have you ever considered acupuncture for back pain as a natural and effective way to address this issue?

At Errant Empire, we believe in embracing holistic approaches to wellness, and acupuncture is a time-tested method that offers surprising benefits for back pain relief. Let’s explore how it works and why it might be the right choice for you.

1. Natural Pain Relief Without Medications

One of the most significant challenges with managing back pain is the reliance on medications. Painkillers might provide temporary relief but often come with side effects, risks of dependency, and diminishing effectiveness over time. Acupuncture offers a natural alternative that addresses the root cause of the pain rather than masking it.

By stimulating specific points in the body, acupuncture for pain relief encourages the release of endorphins—our body’s natural painkillers. This process not only alleviates discomfort but also helps reduce inflammation and improve blood flow, all without the need for pills or invasive procedures.

At Errant Empire, we’ve seen clients embrace acupuncture as a way to regain control of their pain without relying on medications. It’s a powerful, drug-free solution that aligns with our commitment to holistic healing.

2. Improved Posture and Mobility

Back pain can wreak havoc on your posture, forcing you into positions that feel comfortable temporarily but lead to long-term issues. Over time, poor posture and restricted mobility can worsen the pain, creating a vicious cycle.

Acupuncture works by releasing tension in tight muscles and balancing the energy flow, or “Qi,” in the body. When applied regularly, it can help correct posture issues by relaxing overworked muscles and strengthening weaker ones. This improves mobility and reduces the likelihood of recurring pain.

If you’ve been searching for acupuncture near me, know that Errant Empire takes a personalized approach to every session. We target the areas that need the most attention, helping you stand tall and move freely again.

3. Stress Reduction with Physical Healing

Back pain doesn’t just affect your body; it takes a toll on your mental health too. Chronic discomfort can leave you feeling drained, anxious, or even depressed. Acupuncture offers a unique benefit: it simultaneously addresses physical pain and emotional well-being.

The gentle insertion of needles during a session stimulates the nervous system and promotes relaxation. Many of our clients at Errant Empire have described a profound sense of calm after their treatments, often comparing the experience to deep meditation.

When you choose community acupuncture in Victoria, you’ll also find a supportive space to relax and heal. Sharing the experience with others who understand your journey can amplify the emotional benefits, making acupuncture a holistic treatment for body and mind.

4. Long-Term Relief with Regular Sessions

For many, the frustration of back pain lies in its persistence. Temporary fixes might work for a few days, but the pain always seems to return. Acupuncture stands out as a treatment that builds on itself, offering more significant and longer-lasting relief with regular sessions.

Each session helps your body restore balance and repair itself from within. Over time, you’ll notice a cumulative effect where the intensity and frequency of your back pain diminish. At Errant Empire, we work with you to develop a tailored plan that suits your specific needs and lifestyle, ensuring lasting results.

5. Enhanced Overall Health and Energy

One of the most surprising benefits of acupuncture for back pain is how it improves your overall health. Back pain might be your primary concern, but acupuncture treats the body as a whole. By targeting energy pathways, it can address secondary issues such as fatigue, poor sleep, and even digestive problems.

Many of our clients at Errant Empire have reported feeling more energetic and rejuvenated after starting their acupuncture journey. This holistic improvement is one of the reasons we’re so passionate about offering this service—it’s not just about pain relief; it’s about helping you live a fuller, healthier life.

Why Acupuncture is Worth Considering

We understand that trying something new can feel daunting, especially when dealing with something as personal as back pain. However, acupuncture is backed by centuries of practice and increasing modern-day evidence. Whether you’re struggling with acute discomfort or long-term pain, this natural treatment offers benefits that go beyond symptom management.

Searching for acupuncture for back pain might lead you to various options, but at Errant Empire, we strive to make your experience unique, comfortable, and effective.

Choose Errant Empire for Your Acupuncture Needs

If you’ve been researching acupuncture near me, you’re not alone. Many in our community are discovering the profound benefits of this ancient practice, and we’re here to guide you every step of the way.

At Errant Empire, we pride ourselves on offering personalized treatments in a welcoming and supportive environment. Whether you’re new to acupuncture or looking for community acupuncture Victoria, we’re confident that our approach can help you find the relief you deserve.

Don’t let back pain hold you back any longer. Discover the transformative power of acupuncture with Errant Empire. We’re ready to help you on your journey to pain-free living and overall wellness.

Conclusion

Living with back pain can feel overwhelming, affecting every part of your life—from how you move to how you feel emotionally. Acupuncture offers a natural, holistic solution that not only targets the pain but also enhances your overall well-being. By improving posture, reducing stress, promoting long-term relief, and boosting energy, acupuncture provides benefits that go far beyond temporary fixes.At Errant Empire, we are dedicated to helping you reclaim your life through personalized and effective treatments. Whether you’re exploring acupuncture for pain relief or searching for community acupuncture in Victoria, we are here to guide you on your journey to health and balance.

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Air Conditioning Service Near Me: Ensuring Comfort and Efficiency

In today’s cutting-edge world, discussing conditioning has become a fundamental portion of day-by-day life, giving consolation in both homes and businesses. Whether it’s a burning summer day or a cold winter evening, a conditioning framework can offer assistance in keeping up a comfortable indoor climate. Finding a reliable discussion conditioning benefit close to me is significant for guaranteeing that your framework works effectively year-round.

In Maitland, one of the most legitimate discussed conditioning brands is Toshiba, which is known for its progressive innovation, vitality effectiveness, and unwavering quality. In this article, we will investigate the significance of customary discuss conditioning administrations, how to discover a dependable benefit supplier close to you, and why Toshiba Air Conditioning Service Near Me stand out as a good choice.

The Significance of Air Conditioning Service Near Me

Air conditioning frameworks, like any other mechanical gadget, require standard support to work ideally. Over time, the air conditioning service near me can gather tidy and flotsam and jetsam and wear out their components, leading to wastefulness and potential breakdowns. Normal overhauling makes a difference in anticipating these issues, guaranteeing that your discussed conditioning unit runs easily and effectively. Here are a few of the key reasons why air conditioning services near me are essential:

Moved forward Vitality Efficiency:

Regular support makes a difference in keeping your discuss conditioner in better shape, permitting it to work productively. A well-maintained framework expends less vitality, which can decrease your utility bills. By overhauling your air conditioner, you can maintain a strategic distance from issues like clogged channels, grimy coils, and worn-out parts that can cause the framework to work harder and devour more electricity.

Amplified Lifespan:

Routine adjusting can expand the life of your discussed conditioning framework. When the components are clean and well-maintained, the unit doesn’t have to work as difficult, lessening the probability of wear and tear. This can offer assistance to dodge exorbitant repairs or substitutions in the long run, sparing you cash and guaranteeing the lifespan of your system.

Improved Indoor Discuss Quality:

Air conditioning services near me not only cool or warm your home but also channel the discussion, expelling clean allergens and poisons. Over time, these channels can end up clogged, decreasing the system’s capacity to clean the discus. Normal benefit guarantees that the channels are cleaned or supplanted, making strides in indoor discuss quality and advancing a more advantageous living environment.

Toshiba Air Conditioner in Maitland: A Best Choice for Quality and Efficiency

When it comes to discussing conditioning frameworks, Toshiba air conditioners in Maitland are eminent for their cutting-edge innovation, vitality, productivity, and strength. If you’re in Maitland and looking for a solid and high-performing discuss conditioner, Toshiba offers a wide run of alternatives that can cater to your particular needs. Here’s why Toshiba discusses conditioners as the best choice for mortgage holders and businesses in Maitland:

Progressed Inverter Technology:

Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland is prepared with advanced inverter innovation that permits the unit to alter its cooling or warming capacity based on the room’s temperature. This guarantees that the framework works proficiently, expends less vitality, and provides reliable consolation. Inverter innovation, too, makes a difference in expanding the life of the discussed conditioner by lessening wear and tear on the system’s components.

Vitality Efficiency:

Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland is planned to be energy-efficient, making a difference in power bills without compromising on execution. Numerous Toshiba models come with tall vitality star appraisals, making them an eco-friendly choice for naturally cognizant buyers. By contributing to a Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland, you can appreciate ideal consolation while minimising your carbon footprint.

Calm Operation:

One of the standout highlights of Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland is their calm operation. These units are planned to work with negligible clamour, guaranteeing that you can appreciate a quiet and comfortable environment without the diversion of a boisterous discussion conditioning framework. This is especially useful for rooms, living rooms, or workplaces where commotion levels require to be kept low.

Discuss Filtration Features:

Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland is prepared with progressed discussion refinement frameworks that offer assistance in making strides in indoor discussion quality. A few models highlight ionizers or channels that capture clean allergens and toxins, guaranteeing that the discussion circulating in your home is clean and sound. This is particularly critical for people with sensitivities or respiratory issues, as it makes a difference in a more beneficial living environment.

Keen Controls and Connectivity:

Many Toshiba air conditioners come with intelligent controls and network choices, permitting you to control your framework remotely by means of a smartphone or tablet. With a Wi-Fi network and savvy apps, you can alter the temperature, set clocks, and screen vitality utilisation from any place, making it simple to oversee your conditioning framework indeed when you’re not at home.

Strength and Reliability:

Toshiba is known for creating solid and dependable conditioning units that are built to withstand the test of time. With standard support, Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland that can provide a long-term, effective, and trouble-free operation. Their vigorous development and high-quality components make them a tried and true choice for property holders and businesses in Maitland.

Wide Extend of Models:

Whether you require a little split-system discussion conditioner for a single room or a bigger ducted framework for a commercial space, the Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland offers a wide range of models to suit diverse needs and budgets. Their item lineup incorporates alternatives for both cooling and warming, making them a flexible choice for year-round comfort.

Neighbourhood Bolster and Service:

Toshiba has a solid nearness in Maitland and encompassing zones, with neighbourhood benefit suppliers advertising establishment, upkeep, and repair administrations for Toshiba discuss conditioners. This implies you can depend on provoking and proficient bolster from qualified specialists who are recognisable with the brand’s products.

Conclusion

In Maitland, finding a dependable air conditioning service near me is fundamental for guaranteeing the consolation and productivity of your cooling and warming frameworks. Customary support not only progresses vitality productivity and amplifies the life expectancy of your discuss conditioner but also upgrades indoor discuss quality and avoids expensive breakdowns. When it comes to choosing a high-quality discussion conditioner, Toshiba stands out as the best choice, with advertising progressed innovation, vitality proficiency, and solid performance.

By selecting a Toshiba air conditioner in Maitland, you can appreciate the benefits of cutting-edge highlights such as inverter innovation, calm operation, discussion refinement, and savvy controls. Combined with normal overhauling from a trusted nearby supplier, a Toshiba discuss conditioner can give year-round consolation and peace of intellect, guaranteeing that your domestic or trade remains a comfortable and sound environment for a long time to come.