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[leenoe]

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[okminer07]

Waterfall

Another short fic of @verefex characters. This was inspired by one of their recent art pieces. May or may not continue doing this with other works of theirs. Depends on what you guys think.

The afternoon sun beat down upon those below it, making Lark not only feel filthy, but swelteringly hot. Beads of sweat trickled down her skin, slicing a pass through the dirt and grime caked onto her. She meandered through the forest and further away from town. Usually, she wasn’t bothered much by the mess her work turned her into, but today was the exception. The blistering heat had caused her to sweat profusely as she cleaned all the stalls, so all of that dust, dirt, and hay stuck to her more than it usually did. Then, of course, she had been made to exercise a few of the horses because their owners weren’t letting the heat give them an excuse to be lazy.  

All in all, she was relieved when Mr. Aradan, the stable’s owner, said she had done enough for today and dismissed her. She could have hugged him, though she wanted to spare him the need of having to take a bath like her.   

She knew she was getting close once she heard the whooshing and splashing of the waterfall. Hurrying up the pace, she jogged the rest of the way until she reached the edge of the tree line. The sight before her was serene, a massive pond, or maybe it was a small lake, glistened as the sun hit the crystal water. A towering mountainside surrounded it where a large yet gentle waterfall poured off.  

Lark closed her eyes and sighed, smiling. Perfect, as always. She hurried over to the water’s edge and kicked off her shoes before beginning to undress, sliding off her breaches, tunic, and undergarments. It felt amazing to get that damp, foul-smelling clothes off of her and toss them aside.   

Once fully undressed, she dipped her toe into the water. Just the right temperature. Without waiting a second longer, she hopped in. It was heavenly. All at once she felt the heat from the sun disappear as it was replaced by cool, liquidity, bliss. Her head breached the surface and she let out a sigh before diving back under so as to swim further in.  

She glided through the water like a knife through butter, mindlessly swimming around and soaking in the feeling of not burning to death. The dirt and grime on her skin clung to her skin as she scrubbed at it, but she didn’t mind. She was simply relishing the tranquility.   

The fact that it was a Friday and the middle of the day made this all the better. She wasn’t sure if anyone else knew of this spot, but even if some did, she wouldn’t have to worry about them. Everyone was still working or hiding away in their homes from the heat. Letting out a satisfied hum, she floated onto her back and began lazily running her hands through her short blonde hair. No one would be around to bother her.   

As if in response to this very thought, she heard something, something unnatural. A dull thud, almost like distant thunder. She paused, swimming upright and keeping dead silent. It came again, causing the water around her to ripple.  

Lark froze as it clicked in her brain. Only one thing could make such a sound.  

Her heart began to pound as she whipped her head around frantically. What was she supposed to do? Maybe she could hurry back to shore and make a dash for the woods. She looked at the shore that now looked miles away as the thundering footsteps continued. No, there was no time! But she couldn’t just stay out here in the open! Unless she wanted to be made into a meal.  

Seeing no other option, she began paddling frantically over to the waterfall. Once close, she dove under and resurfaced behind it. To her relief, there was a small alcove of rock that rose out of the water like a mini cliffside. She spared a short glance over her shoulders before heaving herself up and out of the water, the jagged surface of the rockface slicing at her arms and slicing them open.  

A chill ran down her as she pressed her back against the rock wall, gritting her teeth as the scratches on her arms stung. She prayed that the sound of the waterfall would hide her panicked breathing.   

The ground gave a great jerk and Lark slapped a hand to her mouth so she wouldn’t cry out. Through the rippling wall of water in front of her, a figure could be made out, a gargantuan figure —a titan.   

She couldn’t make out much other than the blurred warped form as it stood there, towering above the lake that looked like a minuscule pond now. It let out a sigh that rattled her bones. She tensed and quickly averted her gaze when it grasped the top of its pants and pulled them down. Oh no.  

In stunned silence, she listened to the rustling of what had to be miles of fabric as the titan undressed. After a moment of silence, there was a loud splash and Lark nearly shrieked as a wave of water hit the side of the rock ledge. She couldn’t believe this. The day she decides to go for a dip, a fucking titan decides it wants to as well, in the very same watering hole!  

Okay, but she could make it out of this. She would just have to wait till it left… which hopefully wouldn’t be too long. Gods, she prayed she wouldn’t be stuck here for much longer.   

Waves and ripples continued to form as the titan settled into the water. The stone beneath Lark quaked as it plopped itself down and a particularly large wave was sent her way. She braced herself as it came crashing down and attempted to drag her away from her hiding spot. Though warm before, the cold stone, sheltered from the sun’s warmth, was making her break out in goosebumps and shiver. Water droplets that slid down her felt like shards of ice now.  

A new sound greeted her. Humming, humming that resembled distant thunder. She gulped as she listened to the titan humming a cheerful tune as it bathed, sounding as peaceful and content as she had before it had arrived.  

Oh great Just great. 

The minutes dragged on as the titan took its sweet ass time, leaving Lark behind the waterfall, shaking from both fear and cold. Every time she would peer through the water at its form, a new wave of terror would hit her, not unlike the ones made by its movements. Even sitting down, the lake that she had once seen as quite deep only covered its bottom half. It was constantly having to splash water up onto its torso and head.   

Suddenly, the titan turned its head to look her way. She froze. It hadn’t seen her, right? It couldn’t  have, she was hidden, she had been silent she-  

It began to wade through the water, coming closer. Lark scooted back as far away as she could, pinning herself to the rock wall as her heart hammered in her chest. All went dark as its wide shoulders and head blocked out the sun. She stared up in horror as it stopped right beyond the waterfall.   

Before she could do anything, its massive head ducked under the falling water. The scream in her throat came out as a weak whimper. This was it, she was done for, it had-  

She stared up at its eyes, its closed eyes. The waterfall’s stream poured down onto its head, wetting its jet-black hair which began to drip droplets of water down onto her as it leaned further into the water.  

Its large nose was only a foot or so away from her and its humid breath blew in her face. She grimaced as its lips parted, revealing its teeth as it let out a long sigh that blew her hair back. Eyes darting to her left, she began to slowly slide her way to the other side of the rock face, trying to put as much distance between her and the monumental face.  

Her arm slipped, and she let out a startled yelp before she could stop herself. The titan’s eyes snapped open, revealing two deep blue irises. She froze as its pupils landed on her and dilated.  

It- or he by the looks of it let out a deafening shout. Lark’s hands flew up to cover her ears, his deep voice thundered around her. She fell onto her side and curled up into a ball, trembling as she waited for it to attack.   

“I- uh- I’m sorry, I uh- didn’t realize that…” he cleared his throat, “I didn’t think anyone else knew about this spot.”   

She peeked through her arms up at the titan. Suddenly, something clicked in her brain. She knew that face, she had seen it before, had even heard that voice before. It was Sky, their town’s residential titan so to say. He lived just on the outskirts of town and was surprisingly docile. In fact, she knew many who were well acquainted with him and even would have him help them out. Mr. Aradan himself had had the titan assist them at the stables.  

Now that she thought about it, he had been wandering nearby or helping at the stables quite a bit lately. Of course, Lark had always tried to maintain her distance. Even though she had heard how he was harmless, she still felt… anxious to say the least around him.   

Lifting her head, she saw something spark behind those eyes. He suddenly went slightly slack-jawed and his eyes widened, “Oh, it's you.”  

She froze. Did he know her?  

“Huh?” 

“I’ve seen you, around the stables. I uh- It's Lark, right?”  She nodded, pushing herself upright. Sky’s eyes suddenly widened and his cheeks turned pink. Lark quickly realized why, she was still completely nude.  

With a startled gasp, she covered her breasts with her arms and pulled her legs towards her. Her face had turned beet red, “I uh- uh-”  

The titan quickly averted his gaze, though his eyes continued to flick back over to her minuscule form, “Uh, would you like me to… I can leave if you-”  

“No! No, that’s okay.” she muttered, unable to look him in the eye, “I-I-I was just about to leave when you… when you came so…” she gulped, “I’ll just… do that.”  

“Right, okay. I’ll uh, just get out of your way then.”  

With noticeable caution, the titan pulled his head out under the waterfall and backed away. Lark exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding before slowly scooting herself off of the rock and into the water. She dove under the fall and resurfaced to find Sky staring down at her. He instantly averted his gaze once she made eye contact.  

Without another word, she began swimming as fast as she could over to the shoreline, taking care to keep almost all of her body under the water. Once she reached the shoreline, she looked back up at the titan, feeling her face flush once again. The sun reflected on the water upon his broad chest causing it to glisten. Even if he had been human-sized, she would have been intimidated by his hulking form. The fact that he was over a hundred feet tall and had more in common with a mountain made it only worse. 

“Uh… w-would you mind… t-turning around?”  

“Oh yeah, sure.” He slowly turned his back to her, sending a small wave her way as he did. She grabbed onto some protruding weeds and heaved herself up out of the water. Straightening up, she wrapped her arms back around herself and began looking for her clothes.   

Her stomach dropped when she spotted no sign of them anywhere. Oh no, oh gods please no. She whipped her head around, frantically looking, but they were nowhere to be found. There was only the mountain of clothes that belonged to the titan.  

Though she didn’t remember dumping them over there, she prayed that maybe… maybe they were somewhere beneath that pile, “I… uh… w-would you…” 

“Yeah?”  

She cleared her throat, “C-could you possibly… check if you maybe… dropped your clothes on top of mine?” Gods she felt so ridiculous right now. 

“Sure thing.” 

Without warning, the titan stood and Lark couldn’t turn away in time to spare herself from the view. Her hands flew up to her eyes and she spun around, shaking. She grimaced as she heard the rainshower of water trickling off his body, a body she had caught way too much of a full look at. As the titan rustled through his clothing, she tried to shake the image out of her head, her head feeling like it was going to explode.  

“I don’t see anything. They might have gotten dragged into the water when I… you know.”   

Her throat went dry, “A-are you sure?”   

“Pretty sure. Sorry about that.”  

Lark shook her head, her hands pressing harder into her head. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t walk back to town-  

The sound of ripping fabric pierced through the air. She carefully turned and peeked through her hands. Sky had one of his shirt sleeves in his mouth and was tearing off a chunk of it. He tossed the shirt aside and plucked the comparably tiny amount of fabric out from between his teeth.  

“Here, will this work?”  

He bent down, engulfing her and shadows, and held out his monstrous hand to her. She stared, still hugging herself, before dashing forward and snatching the black cloth from between those tree trunk-sized fingers. The fabric fell past her feet as she frantically covered herself up.  

She clutched the cloth close to her and glanced over at the titan’s face, “Thank you.”  

Without another word, she ran off and into the forest, not looking back until she reached town. 

[serpercival]

your recent reblog of the 'post this from your wip' reminded me i meant to do this, specifically because monkey brain saw you use the word 'miasma' and went "!!!!! fellow miasma-user!!!" and therefore unlocked further brain power;

the long and the short of it is, you write beautifully. im not as big of a reader as i used to be, but tiptoeing through some of your stuff has put me back in gradeschool just inhaling literature with fervour again. ive only looked at your MASH stuff, granted, solely cause its all i know, but if youre this talented with one cast, ive got no doubt you knocked it out of the park with others.

you balance the silliness inherent within the show on the end of your fingers perfectly, especially with your banter between the goobs. you also touch on poetic phrasing delicately, just enough to give the reader... idk a sense of nostalgia? not quite the word im reaching for but you get the gist, that airy dreamy sense you get in memories. just sort of tender, gentle moments.

i also dont know how to put this but you do... yucky really well? as in like. yknow. grossness- in the general sense; dirt, grime, sweat, whatever, you visualize it well enough that i get the urge to wash my hands. people get lazy with that stuff too often, you dont slack on stuff. and this is only in a positive way. its Delicious. you evoke imagery very well is what im trying to say

i love your passion for writing, your expert chunking of your writing making it into digestible pieces, and your commitment to the craft.

anyway i made this after reading chapter 22 specifically and seeing trapper make hawkeye's french toast [for bj and hawkeye and the kiddos] after i'd already published my own scene of hawkeye making french toast [for trapper and bj]

much love, keep at em tiger you're knocking it out of the park, godspeed you magnificent bastard 🫡

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! I saw in my kudos email this morning that you'd started reading Mating Habits and I was unbelievably hyped about it but I hadn't realized you'd gotten that far!! Wagh thank you. The entirety of the foxtrap series is so near and dear to my heart and it's thrilling every time someone new gets on board with him.

I get what you're talking about with the grossness—there's a bit in Crabapple Cove - Part Four (Chapter Ten) of Mating Habits where Trapper's going ham on a chicken thigh that I was really pleased with. Funnily enough in regards to both that and the comment about "easily digestible pieces," one of the upcoming chapters for that includes him going insane about Chinese takeout chicken in the middle of what's turning out to be like... a 15k chapter. Hopefully. It's sitting at 12.7k right now and I'm not quite done with it, and my editing process usually adds rather than subtracts, but there's genuinely nowhere to split it because it's all stuff that takes place in the span of about two hours without any time skips lol. It was some of the first material that got planned for the verse so I need to do it justice! That's why I took a break on Mating Habits and went to write Professional Courtesy instead for a little while—it's very intimidating to be going into a section where you know everything that needs to happen and exactly how it needs to happen, but it needs to be convincing. The upcoming upload is very much a reward for the past what, 50k of Beej angst? I think it's sincerely some of the best work I've ever done so I'm very glad I took that break to work up the courage to tackle it instead of trying to push through and potentially messing it up.

This was such a good pick-me-up, thank you so much for sending it in!!! I've posted about it a couple of times recently but I have a creative writing class I'm suffering through right now that's been real rough on the old motivation because the professor's insane and has some very firm opinions about the fact that apparently "genre fiction" and romance don't count as "true art" ksdhgshgdsh. Girl if you knew I've written ~150k total (so far) of an AU for hit 1970s sitcom M*A*S*H where Trapper is a foxboy and he's in a romantic relationship with both Hawkeye and BJ, would you just keel over or what? POINT BEING I sincerely appreciate the compliments and will be channeling them into exploding her with my mind. Kisses!

[writingratthings]

The Enchanted Mop: A Fable of Wishes and Responsibility

In the bustling town of Brookshire, there stood a quaint little janitor's closet tucked away in the corner of an elementary school. Inside this closet, amidst the clutter of cleaning supplies, there resided a humble mop named Max. Max was no ordinary mop; he possessed a magical ability to grant wishes to those who wielded him.

At first, Max's magic remained dormant, unnoticed among the buckets and brooms. But one fateful day, a curious custodian named Clara stumbled upon him while tidying up the closet. Intrigued by the gleam in Max's handle, Clara picked him up and gave him a gentle shake.

To Clara's astonishment, Max began to glow with a soft, ethereal light, and a voice whispered in her ear, "Make a wish, and it shall be granted."

Clara blinked in disbelief but decided to humor the magical mop. "I wish for a clean and sparkling school," she said with a smile.

No sooner had the words left her lips than Max sprang to life, gliding effortlessly across the floors and wiping away dirt and grime with each stroke. The classrooms gleamed, the hallways sparkled, and the entire school was transformed into a shining beacon of cleanliness.

Word of Max's magic spread quickly throughout the school, and soon, everyone wanted to make a wish. Students wished for straight A's on their exams, teachers wished for lesson plans to magically complete themselves, and even the principal wished for a never-ending supply of coffee.

But as more and more wishes were made, the school descended into chaos. Students became lazy and stopped studying, teachers neglected their responsibilities, and the principal spent all day sipping coffee instead of attending to his duties.

Clara, witnessing the chaos unfolding around her, realized the true nature of Max's magic. With a heavy heart, she confronted the mop and begged him to undo the wishes that had caused so much harm.

To her relief, Max complied, reversing the effects of the wishes one by one. Students resumed their studies, teachers returned to their lesson plans, and the principal took charge of his responsibilities once more.

In the end, Clara learned an important lesson about responsibility and the consequences of seeking shortcuts. She tucked Max away in the janitor's closet, vowing to only use his magic sparingly and for the greater good.

And so, the janitor's closet in Brookshire remained a place of order and cleanliness, with Max the magical mop standing as a silent guardian, ready to grant wishes to those who wielded him with wisdom and responsibility.

[cdprofessionals01]

Couch Cleaning Adelaide: Revive Your Living Room's Centerpiece

Your couch, also known as the sofa, is the heart of your living room. It's where you relax after a long day, gather with family and friends, and perhaps even sneak in a quick nap on lazy weekends. Over time, your beloved couch can accumulate dust, dirt, stains, and odors, making it lose its charm. This is where professional couch cleaning in Adelaide comes to the rescue.

The Importance of Couch Cleaning:

Enhanced Hygiene: Couches trap dust, allergens, and germs, potentially leading to health issues. Regular cleaning ensures a healthier living environment.

Aesthetic Appeal: Clean couches look inviting and maintain their original colors and patterns, enhancing the overall aesthetics of your living space.

Durability: Proper cleaning can extend the lifespan of your couch by preventing wear and tear caused by dirt and grime.

Professional vs. DIY Cleaning:

While DIY cleaning methods like spot cleaning or vacuuming can help maintain your couch to some extent, professional couch cleaning in Adelaide offers several advantages:

Effective Stain Removal: Professionals have the expertise and equipment to tackle stubborn stains effectively.

Deep Cleaning: They can reach deep into the upholstery, removing dirt and allergens that are not visible to the naked eye.

Odor Elimination: If your couch has absorbed unpleasant odors, professionals can remove them, leaving your furniture smelling fresh.

Preservation: Expert cleaning methods protect the fabric and maintain its quality.

The Couch Cleaning Process:

Inspection: The cleaning process begins with a thorough inspection to identify stains, fabric type, and any specific cleaning requirements.

Pre-treatment: Stains and heavily soiled areas are pre-treated with specialized solutions.

Cleaning: Various methods such as hot water extraction, dry cleaning, or steam cleaning are employed based on the couch's fabric.

Rinsing: The couch is rinsed to remove cleaning agents and residues.

Drying: High-powered fans are used to accelerate drying, preventing mold or mildew growth.

Final Inspection: A final check ensures that the couch is clean, stain-free, and odor-free.

When to Consider Professional Couch Cleaning:

Stains: If your couch has visible stains that are difficult to remove.

Pet Owners: If you have pets, professional cleaning helps eliminate pet hair, dander, and odors.

Allergies: If you or your family members have allergies, regular couch cleaning can reduce allergen buildup.

Routine Maintenance: Even if your couch looks clean, professional cleaning every 12-24 months helps maintain its condition.

Choosing the Right Professionals:

When seeking couch cleaning services in Adelaide, consider the following:

Experience: Look for companies with a proven track record and positive customer reviews.

Certifications: Ensure that the cleaners are certified and trained in upholstery cleaning.

Eco-friendly Practices: Opt for professionals who use eco-friendly and non-toxic cleaning solutions.

Investing in professional couch cleaning not only rejuvenates your living room's centerpiece but also contributes to a healthier and more appealing home. It's a small step that can make a big difference in your living space's comfort and cleanliness.

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Why is window cleaning important and how do I choose a company?

Dubai is a bustling metropolis known for its awe-inspiring skyscrapers, lavish hotels, and stunning architecture. With its vibrant atmosphere and constant growth, keeping the city looking pristine is a top priority. One essential element in maintaining the city’s cleanliness is having clean windows. The windows of buildings play a crucial role in the aesthetic appeal of the city, as they are often one of the first things that visitors and residents alike notice when they arrive.

Clean windows also provide numerous benefits, such as allowing natural light to enter buildings, enhancing views of the surrounding cityscape, and improving the overall atmosphere of buildings. Moreover, with the frequent sandstorms and dusty weather conditions in Dubai, having clean windows can be challenging, but it is essential for maintaining a welcoming and attractive city. Therefore, having clean windows is not just a matter of aesthetics. Still, it is also a key element in ensuring that Dubai remains a world-class city that is always ready to welcome visitors from all over the globe. Klarity Window Cleaning in Dubai provides professional glass cleaning services for your office and residential buildings.

The necessity of window cleaning

Window cleaning is very essential because it helps to remove dirt, dust, grime, and salt, providing a healthy living space. The accumulated dust not only brings diseases and physical disturbances, If you are feeling lazy to clean your windows, connect with Klarity Window Cleaning in Dubai. Now let us see what the importance of undertaking a window cleaning is.

Window cleaning will help you get rid of all the dust, dirt, grime, fungi, and other unwanted elements in the windows. Hiring a professional glass cleaning service in Dubai will help you clean all the glasses safely. We have an experienced team and will be using safety measures to prevent risk.

It would be better to stay at home than to go outside in the hot sun. If you have dirty windows, it is not possible to see clearly. Moreover, the summer wind can spread dirt into your house from the outside.

An untidy window will definitely give you a bad impression. During a party, get-together, or celebration, your windows will appear unclean, and people may think of you as unhygienic. To avoid such an impression, take window cleaning in Dubai from Klarity to get the ideal cleaning.

A window will amplify the dirt in the bright sunlight and make your window appear dirtier. Prevent this by hiring glass cleaning services in Dubai.

Common Myths About Window Cleaning

Don’t clean your window in rainy weather.

People believe that rainy weather will make your windows dirty; therefore, it is very important to clean them while it is raining or before it starts raining. Modern windows in Dubai are designed to use rainwater to remove dirt and debris. A good rainstorm will make the windows a bit cleaner, but all the dirt can only be cleaned and removed by professional cleaning services in Dubai. By cleaning the windows regularly, you can remove the dirt, and the rain will wash away the dirt without causing any problems.

Newspapers are good for polishing.

This myth was true a few decades ago because the quality of the newspaper at that time was good. Nowadays, the paper is much thicker, making it pretty useless for cleaning. The print from the newspaper will discolour your UPVC frames.

Water and vinegar to clean windows

This has some basic truths because vinegar is good at cutting through dirt. A mix of water and vinegar will move the dirt around the windows rather than remove it from the glass. To get very efficient window-cleaning solutions, add a few drops of detergent to the mix.

Dirty windows will not get noticed.

There is a possibility that this is true to some extent, as long as the dirt and dust are evenly distributed on the windows. If you do not examine them too closely, you may not notice dirty windows. If you have dirty windows, they block light from entering; this can negatively impact your health and well-being as well as increase your energy bills as lights are turned on earlier than necessary. Regular cleaning also extends the life of UPVC frames, reducing the need to replace them. Contact Klarity Deep Cleaning Services in Dubai to get your windows cleaned neatly.

How do I pick a window cleaning service?

Factors to consider while choosing a window cleaning service:

The team must be experts and follow all the safety standards.

It’s important to choose a company that charges a reasonable amount for window cleaning and other specific cleanings. Avoid companies that charge exorbitant rates for cleaning services.

Customizable cleaning according to your needs.

The service must be easy to book and reschedule.

Check the rating and the reviews.

Why choose Klarity?

Choosing Klarity Cleaning Services in Dubai means choosing a company that prioritises its customers’ needs and satisfaction above all else. With our exceptional quality of work, highly trained staff, state-of-the-art equipment, and eco-friendly cleaning products, we ensure a thorough and effective cleaning experience every time. Our commitment to punctuality, professionalism, and excellent customer service makes them a top choice for anyone seeking reliable and high-quality cleaning services in Dubai. Whether you require regular cleaning, deep cleaning, carpet cleaning in Dubai, or post-construction cleaning, Klarity has got you covered with its wide range of services tailored to your specific needs.

[allareass]

Warehouse Cleaning Sydney - Why It's Important to Keep Your Warehouse Clean

Warehouse cleaning Sydney needs a specialised approach. With enormous residue inclined spaces, incredibly high ceilings, vehicles moving around, grimy pallets and occasional stock spills, warehouses need spotless cleaning standards.

Dirty warehouses can have a negative impression on distributors and retailers. In addition, dust and debris accelerates wear and tear of material handling equipment. To know more about Warehouse Cleaning Sydney, visit the All Areas website or call 1300659609.

The warehouse is a crucial part of your business and it is important that it always looks its best. A clean and organised warehouse can boost productivity and create a good impression of your business to customers, distributors and retailers.

Warehouse cleaning is a specialised task that requires the use of industrial equipment and chemicals. The team at All Areas are highly trained and experienced in the field. They will help you with all your cleaning needs.

Tough stains, grime and spills are common in warehouses. However, if they are not dealt with quickly, it can affect the appearance of the facility and the safety of employees. It is therefore important to hire a professional warehouse cleaner Sydney.

The cleaning services are available at a very competitive price and the results are exceptional. Call us now for a free quote. We look forward to hearing from you! We are Australia’s leading cleaning product distribution, maintenance and manufacturing company.

A dirty workplace can negatively impact your company’s reputation. It’s unprofessional, makes you look lazy, and it can even cause health problems. It can also affect the morale of your employees. Keeping your warehouse clean will help to maintain a positive impression of your business.

Warehouse cleaning Sydney is different from regular office cleaning. It involves a deeper cleaning of various areas and focuses on specific types of stains and messes. For instance, a warehouse may have large dust and dirt-prone spaces, extremely high ceilings, and vehicles coming and going.

It also deals with the handling of hazardous materials. Whether it’s chemicals, bio-hazards material, gasoline, oil, or heavy machinery, these places need special attention. Cleaning companies have the training, equipment, sanitizers, and safety tools to handle them. They can make sure that your warehouse is safe and healthy for you, your employees, and your visitors. They can also ensure that the place meets industry standards and safety regulations.

Cleaning services are cheaper in the long run than repairing or replacing equipment and machinery. The dirt build-up on surfaces in warehouses reduces efficiency and the lifespan of material handling equipment and other assets.

A clean and organized warehouse allows employees to move freely throughout the facility and locate items quickly. This improves morale and productivity. In addition, it eliminates hazards that can cause accidents and injuries. This saves on costs related to lost work hours, insurance claims and repair bills.

Warehouse cleaning Sydney also includes disposing of scraps and waste products in a sustainable manner. Professional cleaners will ensure bins are in a suitable location and regularly cleaned. They will also take care of recycling, e-waste and appliance disposal.

Cleaning services can help improve the productivity of your warehouse and make sure that everything is running smoothly. A clean warehouse will be easy to find items in and ready for shipping, and it will also reduce the amount of write-offs from lost or misplaced products.

In addition to reducing costs, a professionally cleaned warehouse will give your business a positive impression on customers and employees. Employees will feel that management cares about the cleanliness of the workplace and will be more likely to work hard. To know more about Warehouse Cleaning Sydney, visit the All Areas website or call 1300659609.

Factory and warehouse environments require a unique approach to cleaning. These spaces often contain high levels of dust and dirt, as well as large equipment and vehicles that may need to be moved. Spotless cleaning standards are necessary for meeting health and safety regulations. Keeping restrooms clean and sanitized is important for the safety of your employees. This includes toilet, sink, and counter cleaning as well as door handle and touch surface sanitization.

[cossouq-india]

The Five Best Organic Skin Care Products To Use During Summers

Hey there, little sunshine! Are you ready to soak up some rays and enjoy the summer weather? 

Well, before you head out to bask in the warmth, let's talk about taking care of your skin. We all know that summertime can be tough on our skin, with its heat, humidity, and harsh UV rays. But fear not! With the right organic skin care products, you can protect and nourish your skin while still enjoying all summer's fun. 

So, we've got you covered whether you're hitting the beach, exploring the outdoors, enjoying a lazy day in the sun, or needing a skin care product to protect your skin from the sun while going to work. Get ready to learn about the best organic skin care products to keep your skin looking and feeling its best all summer!

How to Choose the Best Organic Skin Care Products To Use During Summers

Choosing the best organic skin care products to use during summer can be a challenging task, but here are some tips to help you make the right choice. 

Following these tips, you can choose the best organic skin care for acne, oily, or dry skin that will keep your skin healthy and glowing during summer.

Look for Lightweight Formulas

Avoid using thick creams and lotions in the summer. They can clog your pores and leave your skin feeling oily. Look for lightweight formulations that are simple for your skin to absorb, such as gels, serums, and sprays.

Check the Ingredients

In organic skin care products, look for natural components like chamomile, cucumber, green tea, and aloe vera. These substances have calming effects that can help to soothe sunburns and reduce swelling.

Choose Products with SPF

The sun's harmful UV rays can damage your skin during summer, so it's essential to use skin care products that contain SPF. Look for organic sunscreens or moisturizers with at least SPF 30 to protect your skin from sun damage.

Consider Your Skin Type

Choose organic skin care products that are suitable for your skin type. If you have oily skin, look for products that are oil-free and non-comedogenic. If you have dry skin, look for products that contain hydrating ingredients such as hyaluronic acid.

Avoid Harsh Chemicals

Harsh chemicals like parabens, sulfates, and synthetic perfumes can cause skin irritation. This is especially true during the summer months when skin tends to be more delicate. To avoid these issues, consider using organic skin care products. Look for products that are free of these harmful ingredients.

Read Product Reviews

Read user reviews to learn about other people's product experiences before purchasing any product. This might assist you in determining whether the product is appropriate for your skin type. It will also tell you whether the intended outcomes are achieved or not.

So far, you know what things to consider while buying organic skincare products during summer. Now we have got you some of the best organic skincare product recommendations only for you.

Best Organic Skin Care Products To Use During Summers

Summer is here, and you know what that means - it's time to break out the shorts, sunglasses, and sunscreen! But not all products are created equal when it comes to taking care of your skin during the hot summer months. That's why we've compiled a list of the best organic skincare products to use during the summer.

Use Face Wash to Wash the Summer Heat Away

The first step in any skincare routine is to clean your face thoroughly. An organic face wash can help to remove dirt, grime, and excess oil from your skin without stripping away its natural oils. 

Look for a face wash that contains anti-inflammatory and antibacterial properties.

The Biotique Bio Neem Purifying Face Wash is one of the best face washes you can use this summer. Biotique is one of the best organic skincare brands that are cruelty-free and has no paraben. This antibacterial washing gel has 

100% botanical extracts 

Removes pollutants, 

Prevents pimples

Purifies the complexion for clear, smooth, and pimple-free skin

Say Goodbye to Dirt and Oil with Face Toner

A toner removes residual grime and oil from your skin while balancing the pH levels. An organic toner may assist in soothing and moisturizing your skin, leaving it feeling revitalized. 

Look for a toner that includes rose water, Aloe Vera, and cucumber for their calming characteristics.

Try the Bella Vita Organic C - Glow Face Toner to give you the hydrating and glowing skin you wish to have this summer. This product gives you several benefits:

Removes impurities from your pores

Provides calming and cooling properties

Nourishes and brightens the skin

Balances the natural pH level

Transform Your Skin With Nourishing Oil Serum

Throughout the summer, an oil serum can aid in hydrating and nourishing your skin. Also, it can help in protecting your skin from external stresses like UV radiation and pollution. To choose a serum with hydrating and anti-aging benefits, look for one that has natural oils like jojoba, almond, and argan.

You should use the Disguise Cosmetics Rainbow Glow Oil to keep your skin nourished. This hydrating serum is ultra-lightweight and filled with the nutrients your skin needs to look and feel its best every day. It is a multipurpose product with multiple benefits:

It is one lightweight product for all skin types

The goodness of plant oils for hydration

Skin healing properties

100% natural product

Always Carry Your Hydration Helper: Moisturizer 

A moisturizer is essential for skincare to keep your skin hydrated and prevent it from drying out during the summer. Look for a moisturizer that contains natural ingredients like aloe vera, shea butter, and coconut oil. They are known for their moisturizing and nourishing properties.

Inspired by global best practices in safe, natural cosmetics and beauty solutions, try the Plum 3% Vitamin C Moisturizer With Mandarin to improve the radiance of your skin and get other benefits like: 

Reduction in hyperpigmentation, dark spots, and oxidative damage

Incredibly light and quick absorption

100% vegan, healthy for the environment, and you

It is packed in a recyclable material

Use the Glow Getter Face Sheet mask

In only a few minutes, a face sheet mask can help to moisturize and nourish your skin. It is a practical and simple approach to give your skin a summertime boost of nutrients and moisture. 

Green tea, cucumber, and aloe vera are excellent choices. These ingredients are well known for their calming and moisturizing effects. 

Use the Khadi Essentials Pomegranate Sheet Mask this summer for the best results. It is one of the best organic skincare brands in India that offers the following benefits:

Hydrates and calms the skin.

Increases collagen for young-looking skin

It nourishes and relieves inflammation.

Reduces fine lines and wrinkles

FAQs About Organic Skin Care Products for Summer

1. Why is it important to use organic skin care products during summer? 

Our skin is exposed to a lot of damaging UV radiation, pollution, and other environmental elements throughout the summer. Organic skin care items are kinder to the skin, helping to nurture and shield it from these harmful elements.

2. Can sensitive skin people use organic skin care products? 

Yes, organic skin care products are often gentler on the skin and can be a good choice for people with sensitive skin. However, checking the ingredients list and patch-test products before using them on your face or body is still important.

3. Should I skip using moisturizer in the summer if I have oily skin?

Even if you have oily skin, you should moisturize it since oily skin can still be dehydrated. High summer heat can dry your skin, so keep it hydrated throughout the season. If your skin appears oily, it might indicate that it is dehydrated.

Conclusion

Well, that's it for our discussion on the best organic skin care products to use during the summer! I hope you found this conversation informative and entertaining.

As we've learned, taking care of our skin during the summertime is essential. It's all about protecting our skin from the sun's harsh rays while keeping it hydrated and nourished. And what better way to do that than with organic skin care products? Remember, the key to healthy and radiant skin is consistency and choosing the right products that work for you. So, keep experimenting and have fun trying out new organic skin care products that make you feel your best. Buy organic skin care products in India from COSSOUQ and keep your shine alive this summer!

[lostgreekgod]

delusion

a/n: hello aaaaa i had @theaudacitytowrite give me a prompt for a loki x reader fic solely because I do not find entertainment elsewhere! anyways

word count: 2776 (shit got longer, but what can I say I'm very feely when it comes to angst)

warnings: angst. angst angst angst. some crying. there was this one mention of blood, tendons & stuff ? but that's about it have fun crying

pairing: loki x f!reader

summary: you and Loki have been together for quite some time now. what happens when his insecure self realizes that you love him? and that he does too?

another a/n: I feel like this could use a part 2 i might come up with it next week because I've got a 7 day break from school yayy lmk if you'd like that nexie

4 years. It had been 4 years, 3 months, and 27 days since y/n had shed a tear. But on this fine autumn morning, as the yellow and brown leaves rustled in the gentle winds, as the smell of coffee, pumpkin, and spice wafted in the air, she let a tear fall- courtesy of her lover. No, scratch that. Her ex-lover.

\\ 3 hours earlier \\

Humming a tuneless song, an exhausted y/n walked back to her room in the Avenger’s tower. A whole day of training wouldn’t be smart when she had a crucial mission to lead just the next day, but she wanted the mission to pan out exactly right. This wasn’t her first mission, but the stats were so much more critical compared to the missions she had been sent on before. A new rival organization was springing up in SHIELD’s radar, and they seemed as high as ever in spirit, regardless of how the Avengers had managed to crush HYDRA not so long ago. Apparently, according to a message they had received a few moments before, the up-and-coming organization had 4 junior agents in captivity, and in exchange for those agents, they wanted intel. Fury’s plan was to provide a hard drive with incorrect information with an embedded virus, and have the agents rescued before the rival agents decrypted the file and realized SHIELD’s play. Two birds with one stone, as he had phrased. y/n was going to go in with Natasha and Loki. Nat, because she was as light as a cat on her feet, and Loki because he had his seidr for illusions, teleportation, et cetera. This wasn’t going to be her first mission with her 4-month boyfriend either, but she was excited to be fighting alongside him, nevertheless. As she washed up in the shower, she heard her room door open and close with a click. Finally. She thought with a smile. She could go to sleep in her beloved’s arms for the few hours she had left for rest and relaxation before they set out. Putting on her nightgown, she left the bath. She saw how Loki was cocooned on her bed, arms reaching out towards her, a little smile on his face. Unlike her, the god didn’t train much- but he still looked tired.

“Hello, my little lioness. Whom did you beat up today? You do realize it is wiser to rest before a mission.” He said in a loud, lazy whisper. All y/n could do was smile sweetly at him and snuggle under the covers. He knew how the lack of training made her insecure about her ability to be stealthy. Instead of letting Loki’s arms wrap around her like most of the other nights, she spooned his chest instead. Loki’s eyes widened at the sudden gesture, his body tensing up at the sudden disposal of love. He had only given love; he had never been on the receiving side of it. Wait, love? He didn’t love y/n. He didn’t. That swell he felt in his chest every time he saw her was simply the result of the great appreciation and respect he had for her. Nothing more. He couldn’t love her. After all, everyone he had ever loved ended up being taken away from him.

Chuckling lightly, he hoped y/n wouldn’t catch onto his nervousness. “What are you doing my dear?”

Inhaling his scent, y/n mumbled, her eyes still closed. “Sleeping. Go to sleep my love. We have to be up in less than 3 hours.”

My love? Yes, y/n had called him that multiple times, but he had never thought much of it. Why was he suddenly so wary of it? Did y/n truly love him? No, maybe she wasn’t thinking. She was already worn out and sleepy, maybe she blurted it out accidentally. No one could love him. No one.

y/n sensed that he still hadn’t relaxed. Cracking her eyes slightly open, she asked lightly, “Is everything okay, love?” Loki’s brows furrowed at her question. There it was again. Love. Loving him was impossible. To love him would be delusional. A move of delusional stupidity. Blatant ignorance.

Loki shifted away from her and sat up, ignoring the throbbing in his chest when he heard her whine in response. He met her eyes only to be asked another question. “Love, what’s the matter?”

His heart clenched against his chest, suddenly the room was too hot. He had to understand what was going on. He had to figure this out before it was too late.

“Love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

y/n scanned his face, trying to understand the reason for his sudden withdrawal. She simply hummed in response.

Loki raised his eyebrows, indicating her to reiterate her response.

“Yes, what is the matter?”

“You referred to me as ‘love’.” He repeated, his tongue spewing out the last word like it was coated in dirt and grime.

“Yes, I suppose I did. Is something bothering you?” she asked again, placing her hand on his thigh as a gesture of concern.

How was he expected to ask her if she actually, truly loved him, without causing a kerfuffle? Without making it seem awkward, without losing her? What if she said she didn’t love him? What then? Would that make him feel better? Would that make him happy? A chill ran down his spine when he realized his answer. No. he wouldn’t be happy. In fact, he’d be terribly upset. He wanted y/n to love him. Shaking his head, he tried to heed logic over his emotion. He had to stop himself before he caused something he couldn’t fix. Before y/n realized the monster he truly was. He had to protect his beloved y/n, that would be the least he owed to her, after all that he had led her into.

He neutralized his expression, calming his breathing. This was for the best. He was the God of Lies, he did not deserve love after all that he had done.

“As a matter of fact, y/n, something is bothering me.”

y/n nodded, encouraging him to explain his predicament. “You can talk to me, love.”

Loki inhaled quickly, the use of the blasted term knocking him out of character for a second before he was able to regain his composure. He would ask the question directly. Right to the point, like he was doing business. That was the only way he could maintain his pretense without breaking down too soon. y/n might never forgive him after tonight, but to have her angry at him was so much better than losing her, on his account.

“Do you love me?”

y/n gasped lightly at the sudden question, her eyes widening at how Loki asked her about something so deep with no emotion in his voice. She sensed his sudden hostility, this coldness he was presenting her with. Sitting upright, she looked into his eyes. Nothing. She could read nothing from his expression. All she could pick up was this eerie sadness radiating off of him.

She decided to try reasoning with him. This sudden hostility meant something was bothering him at a much more personal level, and such issues mustn’t be dealt with before an important mission. She would know.

“We don’t have to do this today, Loki. We have to be up early tomorrow, and I doubt- “

“Answer the question, y/n.” Loki interrupted, his voice hardened like steel.

“Loki, we really mustn’t-“ she tried again.

“Answer, y/n.” he pressed.

y/n could only look at him and wonder what the cause was for the unexpected change in his demeanor. How was she supposed to tell him? How was she supposed to give the answer to the one question that could either make or break everything that they had together? How was she supposed to tell him that her love for him was far more than life? That he was her life? It didn’t matter how less time they had spent with each other; she knew him a lot longer before they had decided to begin their courtship, and she had fallen in love with him even before they had gotten romantically involved. She only fell harder for him after she saw how he truly was. How broken and vulnerable, how he yearned for a place in someone’s heart, how he wished someone could love him without any foretold conditions. How he wished to be free. Loki’s eyes widened as realization dawned upon him. y/n’s lack of response answered his question. She did love him. But he had to hear it from her. That was the only way he could finish this for good. For his y/n.

“I’m waiting.” He prompted, slightly flinching at the coldness in his voice.

y/n’s eyes flicked over to his, her skin eliciting goosebumps from the steely nature of his voice. He had never been like this to her. The last time she had seen him like this was when he was under Thanos’ control. Breathing deeply, she reached out and held his hands, shutting her eyes for a moment.

“Yes. I do. I love you,” she whispered, blood pounding against her ears. Her heart convulsed in her chest when Loki didn’t reply. She cracked her eyes open, her fingers growing cold at Loki’s unchanged demeanor.

Loki’s chest heaved at her response. ‘I love you,’ she had whispered, her eyes shut at the vulnerability of their situation. He already knew what she was going to say, but to hear it from her own mouth, her voice tiny as ever in fear that he wouldn’t return her feelings had him gasp slightly. His blood ran cold, his mind freezing at another realization. He loved her too. Of course he did. How could he have been so blind? He loved her so much, he hadn’t even noticed. Finish it! Finish it right now! Before you make things worse! His mind screamed at him. He knew what he had to do. Swallowing, he tried to memorize the feel of her hands against his. This was all he was ever going to have. A memory. A memory of his little lioness, a memory of what he would have had if he was someone different. Someone nicer, better. Someone not him. He pulled away from her, and met her eyes, his expression stoic and emotionless. Like the monster he was.

“Pity.” He whispered, his heartbreaking at how y/n’s eyes widened. He thought he experienced heartbreak when he lost his mother. As destructive as that moment was, many years ago, he believed he wouldn’t feel anything over this. After all, you can’t break something that’s already broken. But boy, was he wrong. This was heartbreak. And apparently, it's even worse when you go through it a second time. His veins felt like ice, his head heavier than ever. He could feel his throat closing up, all he wanted was to rip his heart out of his chest. He didn’t deserve her. Hell, he didn’t deserve to live after all that he had done.

“What?” came y/n’s voice, a little barely over a whisper. He couldn’t help but notice how her voice was heavy, laced with hurt.

“It’s a pity you think you love me.” He reiterated, his words chapping away at his already cracked heart.

y/n couldn’t process the event unfolding in front of her. Loki didn’t love her. No, worse. Loki thought it was stupid that she loved him. If she had any concern for her dignity, she would ask him to leave. But she loved him far too much. She decided to try one last time. Straddling him, she reached over and cupped his face in his hands, pressing her lips against his ice-cold ones. He was shocked for a moment, and before he realized, he was kissing her back. I love you, he wanted to say. I love you too. But all could do was try and engrave in his mind the feeling of her soft lips on his, the warmth of her hands against his cheeks. This was the end. He had to use all his willpower not to pull her in his arms and deepen the kiss, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Breaking away, y/n whispered, “it may be stupid that I do. Pathetic, even. -It isn’t pathetic. I love it.- Honestly, not one day goes by where I don’t face criticism about how I must be an ignorant fool to love someone like you. But what these people don’t understand, is that they are the ones that are ignorant. They do not see you as I do, and although I wish every day that they would, I doubt it will ever happen. You are, the best thing that has ever happened to me. That ever will happen to me,” she says, taking his hand and placing it over her heart. “Can’t you feel this? This is what I feel every time I think of you- this is how I feel every time you merely breathe in my direction. -You are the reason I still exist, my dear. You keep me tethered to the outside world.- My love for you has been in existence for far longer than our courtship. I wish I could do more than just tell you how much I love you, if I could, I would give you anything, everything you’ve ever wanted; my heart was yours the moment I set eyes on you 2 years ago. So take it, trample over it- it was yours to do anything with anyway. -So was mine. I am yours, just as you claim to be mine.- I love you, Loki Friggason, and I refuse to stop. -I love you too, my darling y/n. but I must do this. For you. Forgive me.-”

All Loki could do was hold in all those thoughts he desperately wanted to put in words. He could feel his eyes well up, his chest convulsing for the umpteenth time. Inhaling her scent, he hoped he would remember the sweet smell of chocolate and wine she always smelled of.

With great restraint, he pushed her off of him, his heart churning at y/n’s gasp. Her heart cracked at his dismissal. He couldn’t look at her while he shattered her heart, while he ripped it right off the pedestal. This was the end.

“You say all this, but you mean nothing by it, I assure you. I have encountered numerous midgardians professing their love for me, but I can tell when someone lies y/n. And it is very clear to me how you are simply overwhelmed. You do not love me. You are simply but a blatant, ignorant fool.” Could his heart shatter any further? Apparently, yes. It clawed at his chest, pain searing in his bones. He would feel all of it. He would embrace it.

He forced his lips to morph into a twisted, sickening smile. Agony. That is what he felt. Fresh burning agony, like fire in his tendons.

“What we have is all but a product of boredom. I was simply bored, silly mortal.” He looked up at her when she gasped, her hand on her heart. It was almost as if he could hear it shatter. All he wanted to do was hold her and weep. Tell her how sorry he was. Tell her how he wished he was the person she truly deserved. Instead, he was going to crawl into a ball and wish for death.

He got up to leave. Once and for all. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he willed his tears to sink back to wherever they came from. He didn’t deserve to cry.

“Did I ever matter to you?” he heard her whisper. Deciding not to answer, he stepped towards the door before she called to him. “Did I, Loki?” she asked again, her voice steadier. There was the woman he had hopelessly fallen in love with. A lioness, she certainly was.

He turned around to look at her, the same lifeless smile dancing across his lips. If he was someone else, he would have been taken aback at y/n’s stoic expression. She would rise again. She would continue to live her life, and no one was going to stop her. Especially him. That was the lioness he knew of. The only evidence of her hurt was the tiny teardrops prickling in her eyes, which he could see only because of the morning sun rays peeking in through the gaps in the curtains. She never cried.

“No,” he breathed, swiftly exiting through the door before she could see the tears that had traitorously fallen onto his cheeks.

part 2 here!

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The General (part 5.5): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: a negotiation goes bad, you learn a lesson from a rake, and you receive a long awaited reward. 

wc: 1.8k

tw: nsfw because nudity, adult thoughts, and maybe a little touchy-feely? 

masterlist

“Moving the camp works like this,” Kaori begins, lacing her fingers through your hair as you sit on the floor after dinner. “Master Geto will send Gojo and Haibara ahead with a modest squad. When they arrive upon a town, they negotiate with the elders. Should they agree to let us set up camp among them, Master Geto will scout out fields and open land to reside in. Usually, the village will send a peace offering and they will accept it, then Master Geto will send for the rest of the camp to join him. However, as we inch closer to the Imperial Palace… the more willing villages are to put up a fight to wait for Imperial forces.”

“And if they fight?” Kaori shudders, closing her eyes.

“Master Geto will wipe the entire village out in one night. It hasn’t happened in many months, but the last one…” Kaori drifts off, but you know what the implications were. “Anyways, you should put these on. Master Geto is waiting for you outside.” She motions toward a small pair of umanori and a hakamashita, and you cautiously pick up the white and black fabric.

“What is this for?”

“Just meet him outside when you’re done.”

_______________________________________________________________________

You find Geto sitting in the field where you previously watched him spar with Gojo, and as you approach, he tosses blades of grass aside and stands to greet you.

“Why are we out here?” you ask, and Geto crosses his arms over his broad chest.

“I told you I would teach you how to fight,” he laughs. “Now I’m making good on that promise. Stand tall, warrior.”

“Wait, is this really necessary?” you retort as he knocks your chin high with a finger.

“I’m going to be away for a time, and I need to know you’ll be well prepared should something happen.”

“You mean you’re not taking me with you when you go off to the next village to scout?”

“I…” he pauses, frowning. “Hold your hands out.” You do so, and he presses your palms together between his massive hands. “Feel that warmth?” You nod, feeling the spike in temperature on the backs of your hands, and he lets go. “That’s pure energy. You need to know how to harness it properly to fight well.”

“Energy?” you question, but he proceeds with his speech.

“First things first, do you know how to fight with a rake?” He hefts a rake off of the ground and tosses it at you, and you barely catch the instrument, fumbling around with the wooden handle clumsily.

“No,” you moan, and he claps his hands together, smiling in the dimming light of the sun.

“Try to swing at me with the prongs.” You swing away, trying to catch the General with the sharp end, but failing miserably as he dodges your attacks easily, sidestepping and weaving around your failing efforts.

“It’s too heavy,” you pant, feeling a dull ache in your arms.

“We won’t move on until you get me with the prongs or the sun goes down. Either way is fine with me,” he announces, and you groan, hefting the rake again.

Once the sun goes down, you find yourself on the dirt ground, face sticky with sweat and grime. Geto stood above you without so much as a scratch, hands on his hips. You look up at him in disdain, hoping that he would drop dead right where he stands, but not anticipating his next move. He hoists you over his shoulder, draping your torso across his back and your legs across his chest.

“We’ll work on this again tomorrow, little one. You gave a great effort today.”

“What does swinging a rake have to do with pure energy?” you pant, and he chuckles.

“The rake is just a tool. When you can swing it with precision, you’ll have enough strength and dexterity to handle the energy within.”

“Seriously? You had me doing arm exercises this whole time?”

“Yes and no,” Geto answers, pushing the flap of the tent open and walking inside. “But let's take a bath and go to bed. I know you’re feeling tired.” You grumble when he sits you on the bed, your entire body screaming in pain as you try to lay back comfortably.

“I suspect Kaori is asleep, so I’ll go fetch the hot water.” With that, Geto leaves, and you lay in the bed, eyes glued to the ceiling of the tent. Fighting, negotiations, emissaries… How much could you fit into a day? You long for the lazy days and nights spent reading by the window, the long afternoons that would stretch on forever while you and your mother cooked, the sound of the brushstrokes as your father worked on a painting. You long for home, and for a whole month, you’ve stuffed it down to avoid the misery. But now, there’s nothing left but the memories of how things used to be.

You don’t realize you’re crying until something wet runs down your cheek and to your earlobe, finally dropping onto the sheets beneath your head. When the first tear comes, it’s quickly followed by the second tear, and the third, fourth, fifth, until you can’t keep track of them anymore. And you’re sobbing - but it hurts to cry since you were already in pain, which causes you even more grief. You’re crying so hard that you don’t hear the soft footfalls reenter the tent, nor the sound of a water bucket being placed on the ground. It isn’t until you’re pulled up into strong arms that you realize Geto has returned, and you’re being held by him.

“Did I push you too hard?” he asks, lips next to your ear.

“N-no, no…” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. “I j-just miss... h-home.”

“Mmmm…” he hums, reaching up to stroke your hair. “You will see your home as soon as I can manage safe traveling conditions for you, little one.” You nod into his chest, the fabric rubbing against your forehead and nose. “Come on; can’t let the water get cold.”

You immerse yourself in the hot water slowly, the steam and heat rolling up your body and relaxing your frayed muscles. As you bathe behind the curtain, you hear Geto shifting about and wonder if he’s going to join yo--

“I’ll be right there to help,” he calls out, and you sink lower in the soapy water to preserve your modesty. When he appears, your eyes follow him cautiously as he sits beside the tub and gathers the soap in his hands. When he sees your submerged figure in the tub, he laughs, running his free hand through loose black locks.

“You remember, I’ve seen you completely naked before.” The mention of this reminds your ass of the punishment it received - on your first day in the camp, no less - and you grunt once, squinting your eyes at him. He dips his hands into the water, and he plucks out your right leg, smoothing soap all over it before beginning a slow massage down your calf and up to your thigh. You jolt at the contact when he reaches the midpoint between your thigh and your core, and Geto instantly lets your leg go, the water splashing on his hakamashita.

“Sorry,” he whispers, and moves to the other side, taking your left leg out of the water. When he reaches the same spot on your other leg, you don’t jolt, but you do curl your toes, your leg muscles sighing in relief as he places your left leg back in the water. Geto does the same movements with both arms, then turns his attention to your back, where you feel the most pain. You moan as he kneads into your shoulder blades, releasing tension you didn’t even know you had.

“Your hands are huge; I didn’t think you would be able to do this with precision,” you mumble and he huffs a soft laugh.

“You’d be surprised at what these hands can do.” When the double meaning hits you both, you stiffen and Geto clears his throat. “Anyways, all I have left to do is your neck, if you’ll let me.” You shake your head yes, and he runs his fingers up the sides, pressing around your trachea and spine with care. You moan again when you feel fingers dance along the tops of your ears and down your chin.

“Geto…” you breathe, and upon realising you just said his name out loud, you inhale sharply.

“I’m here,” he replies huskily, lips to your ear again. You shakily exhale, closing your eyes as your pulse quickens. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need…” I need your hands all over me. “... to get out.” You get up immediately and step out of the tub, dripping water on the rugs as you grab a towel and pad to the other side of the curtain.

What are you doing?

You firmly shake your head, knocking the images of Geto splaying you out spread eagle on the bed from your mind. You towel off quickly, dress in your night clothes, and climb into bed, pulling the sheets over your head as Geto comes around the curtain. This wasn’t the plan. Falling for your captor wasn’t in the plan.

When you peek over the sheets, you see Geto working on his maps and plans at his desk, hunched over the parchment. Whether it’s your poor judgement or impulsivity, you don’t know. But the fire inside of you quickens your exit from the bed and moves you to where he’s sitting with his back to you, the dragon on his shoulder twisting about in circles. When you stand beside the General, he looks up in surprise, his black eyes catching yours immediately.

“Y/n, wha--”

You plant your lips firmly on his, and at the contact, the pen drops from his hand and he moves to cup your face, tongue probing at your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him and feel his tongue slide inside, seeking… searching, and he brings you close enough to straddle him in his chair. When he pulls away you’re both breathless, panting softly. The evidence of his arousal is pressed against your thigh, but you can’t focus on anything else except how the kiss felt and the fact that you want to do it again.

“Y/n,” Geto whispers, touching his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. “Please, have mercy on me.”

“What do you mean?” Your fingers touch his swollen lips and he presses a tender kiss to them.

“You’re about to make me into a beggar of a man, and right now, I can’t… I can’t have you like I want to.”

“What?” Your confusion is evident, and he opens his eyes and presses a hand to your cheek.

“I should explain when you’re less tired.” He stands, still holding you against him and carries you back to the bed, laying you there with a tenderness you had never really appreciated before. When he tucks the covers around you and presses a kiss to your forehead, you realize everything will be as it should be. “Sleep now. I’ll explain everything in the morning.”

You drift off to sleep on the heels of his words.

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[wantaichi]

haikyuu + skincare hcs

ever think abt how they treat their skin? probably not. but like. do they wash their face like a normal person? have a 32 step skincare routine maybe??

msg me for any character who’s not here and i’ll drop their routine for u

masterlist.

karasuno

sugawara. lives up to his title as mr. refreshing. cleanses, tones, and moisturizes. !chefs kiss! keeps a jar of aloe vera face gel in his fridge, his mom had a spare. carries around a 100-sheet pack of oil film, more out of habit than of need. good skincare just makes him feel in control of his life, ok

ennoshita. fuckin’ spotless. part of the 0.0001% who don’t sweat easily. doesn’t have a complete regimen but never skips out on cleansing and toning before bed. actually reads the product ingredients and googles the benefits before buying. neutrogena type of guy. 

asahi. facial scrubs are his holy grail. like. dead skin? stubborn hair follicles? haha not on his watch ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ trims his goatee every 3-4 week bc a well-groomed beard goes hand in hand with proper skincare. a sucker for aromatic products. lavender? shea butter? SOLD.

daichi. “healthy lifestyle is key to healthy skin“ typa dude. rly just thinks natural is the way to go. drinks 8 glasses of water, eats his veggies, exercises regularly, gets 8 hours of sleep. sounds like smth off wikihow if u ask me. probably is.

tsukishima. cetaphil hoe. brand loyalty embodied. on it for 5++ years, and never once considered switching. BUT. his routine ends at step 1. cleanse. and that’s it. the fuck he need a 32 step skincare routine for? long as he gets a day’s worth of grime and dirt off his face, he gucci

yamaguchi. sensitive skin’s got him constantly changing/exploring different products. rode on tsukki’s cetaphil agenda for the first few years of puberty (rly just out of curiousity) but dropped out when his skin got used to it. thinks pimple patches are a blessing to mankind.

tanaka. fuck. chaotic greasy. asks for oil film from suga just to stick it on his forehead, lets it stay there. uses whatever’s in the bathroom to wash off, aka majority of saeko’s products. got yelled at once to “get his greasy ass over here” and got slabbed with aztec healing clay mask. converted to clay mask hoe after 20 minutes. “mm this shit’s dope!”

nishinoya. fuck. chaotic greasy part ii. but make it baby face. only does skincare when chillin at the tanakas. homie got him to try the clay mask bc chick’s dig that. “bro, u mean the mask or boys who do the mask?” “both bro” “awshit bro gimme that” thinks splashing some water twice a week is enough

kageyama. ? this yalls mans? oblivious to the whole concept of skincare, only acknowledges general hygiene. uses whatever’s on the soap holder to wash his face. probably dove. doesnt really have much skin problems to begin with, only breaks out once a year. living proof that god has favorites.

hinata. only started taking skincare seriously that time a huge ass zit grew on his chin. yachi offered him her unfinished bottle of cosrx (she’s a hoarder and u kno it), and has since been giving him all her leftover bottles. basically gets to use good quality products for free smh

nekoma

kuroo. not very big on the idea of skincare per se, but supports any brand on that cruelty-free and vegan agenda. reads the product ingredients like a children’s book. “mm phenoxyethanol and retinyl palmitate.. i’ll take it.” always leaves the saleslady stunned.

kenma. too lazy to adopt a routine. but regularly uses his mom’s facial wash. you know. those mom brands. has a stash of facemasks from lev’s trip to korea —> only form of skincare he actually appreciates bc he can simultaneously play his games and be all bout dat self care 

lev. abuses his perks of having a sister. casually uses all alisa’s imported, high end stuff. la prairie. estee lauder. la mer. and she doesn’t mind bc her “levochka deserves all the finest things”. boujee ass russians

yaku. baby face. when god made it rain collagen, he was freestylin in a pool full of it while we was all sleepin. doesn’t exert much effort, just cleanses and tones bc it’s part of proper hygiene. girls envy him. parents in their 40s wanna be him. 

seijoh

oikawa. SKINCARE HOE KING. fuckin high maintenance. goes to the derma for his monthly laser facial treatment. on broke days, he settles for a diamond peel. skin so smooth it puts the entire female population to shame. spends his savings on those clinique eye creams. probably modeled for the face shop once

iwaizumi. homie reeks of male cleanser. might either dove men or nivea men. there’s no in between. oikawa internally screams everytime he witnesses his bff wash his face. two words. aggressive. rubbing. bordering on hostile he might actually skin his face off

mattsun and makki. fuck. drugstore cleansers. the ones that come in sachets. agreed to take turns in buying bundles for sharing. sometimes sneaks a pinch from oikawa’s clinique products when he’s not looking. haha dumb hoe. may have an addiction to charcoal nose pore strips just so they can compare blackheads

fukurodani

bokuto. buys whatever’s on sale idfk. genuinely wants to get on kuroo’s go green agenda but too lazy to look around the store. normally just uses the bubbles from his soap or shampoo. his belief: if it cleans his hands and his ass, then it can fuckin clean his face too

akaashi. healthy lifestyle + decent regimen = pretty skin. cleanses and tones. tried his mom’s aloe vera face gel once and got hooked. shit’s relaxing as hell. owns a bunch of facemasks, sometimes uses but keeps forgetting to take them off before falling asleep. uwu af

dateko

futakuchi. doesn’t have a routine cause “who tf needs that” and “obviously not me.” or so he says. secretly the biggest spender on skincare in all of dateko. owns a bunch of anti wrinkle products and probably one of those jade rollers. but no one needs to know that. just wants everyone to think he’s naturally pretty

aone. told by futakuchi that “knitting your brows too much causes premature wrinkles, but not like i’m an expert on that hhhahaha dont get me wrong.” can’t rly do anything bout it. he was born with that face. also buys whatever’s on sale

shiratorizawa

ushijima. surprisingly blemish free? but not entirely smooth? just spotless? basically a rock? never went past step 1: cleanse. never realized he’s been skipping out the 31 next steps. cetaphil hoe.

tendou. dry. crusty. compensates by sweating a lot through practice. might be effective if he’d stop leaving the foam on longer than recommended, thus leaving his skin dryer than his love life. yeah, i went there.

shirabu. flawless at first glance. until you lift those uneven ass bangs. tbh its nothing serious except “are we gonna ignore the fact that his whiteheads follow the shape of his bangs” as pointed out by tendou. uses whatever cleanser his mom buys for him

semi. decent skin care routine. a big boy who’s fairly knowledgeable on other brands outside cetaphil and dove/garnier/nivea men. takes him less than 5 minutes to pick a product bc he’s tried them all, knows what works, knows his skin type in and out. stan semi for clear skin.

see inarizaki + sakusa here

[abluescarfonwaston]

Shapeshifter Au - 13

Masterpost

“Alright. Bags unpacked. Roach settled. Dinner made and eaten. Ciri in bed. And now the bath’s ready.” Geralt turned to where he lounged on the bed. “You’ve managed to avoid doing any work today, lazy cat.”

He stood and stretched his back up into the air and moved to the edge bumping into Geralt’s hands who just stood there. Being grumpy.

He picked up the purring and insistent head-butting until Geralt’s hands relaxed from their tight fists, tickling at his neck.

“Before the water cools?” Geralt plead, kneeling next to the bed so he could nuzzle his face. Using the scruff of his chin to work free some loose fur. “Please.”

He rubbed their stubble together. Fingers kneading Geralt’s loose tunic.

“I didn’t,” His tongue tripped around the sounds as it remembered how to form words. Geralt sighed into him. Leaning in. Wrapping his arms around his waist. “Mean to wait so long.”

Geralt hummed burying his nose in the crook of his shoulder. Squeezing him closer.

“I was just really tired at first and then,” He paused, enjoying the press of Geralt’s lips to his neck. “I shifted into the wolf for Ciri because she was so upset and scared and I wanted her to trust me. And I. Pulled something?”

“I felt it.” Geralt’s hand slipped under his shirt. Running up his spine before settling on the expansion of his ribs. “I thought you were dying. It hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” He hadn’t meant to hurt him too. He didn’t mention the way whatever he’d done still ached. It was only after a few shifts or near the end of the day now. It was fine. There were better things to complain about. Things that wouldn't make Geralt sad or worried needlessly. “And then she almost trusted me and I didn’t want to ruin it by looking like this.”

The hand that wasn’t exploring the expanse of his back brushed though his hair and snagged on a matt, proving his point.

“I missed you.” Geralt whispered, only loud enough to hear because his nose was tucked into the curve of his ear. “You’re so much more annoying this way.”

He shoved Geralt back. “Alright then. Let’s use that water before it gets cold shall we? Since you clearly have no more interest in cuddling me.”

“I didn’t say-“

“Oh no you made that perfectly clear. So much more annoying hmm?” He shoved off him and began stripping on the way to the tub. “My most annoying form if I remember your words correctly.” He glanced back at Geralt as he slipped from his trousers. Still sitting on the bed.

He looked much too concerned about this.

He smiled reassuringly, “How quickly you forget the ferret,” And jumped in the bath.

He groaned spreading out in the Witcher sized bath. Letting the heat seep the weariness from his bones.

He let his head roll to the side watching Geralt as he sat on the bed. Watching him.

“Come now Geralt. I’ve kept your hair from turning into a matted mess all these years, you could attempt to salvage mine.”

Geralt grumbled but obligingly took a brush and began the arduous task of attempting to salvage his hair. He scrubbed the new and old dirt and grime from his form. Working clean the dirt under his nails and cutting them to a playable length.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Geralt shoved him under and started on a new clump.

“You should really know better than to just request a story in general. I’ll start recounting that incident in Novigrad. I do so like that story. The doppler posing as my lover. The brave witcher coming to my rescue-“

“The griffin.” Geralt interrupted. “You’ve never been a.” He paused.

“A monster before?”

Geralt hummed.

“I met a mage who was somehow even less pleasant than Yennefer and well.” He stretched his arms wide, dripping on the floor. “Griffin.”

He ignored the frown Geralt was burying into the back of his head. He was tired of sad stories. Violent stories. He didn't want to tell it. Didn't know how to weave it into something beautiful. Not yet. “I need to cut this one out.”

“Fine.” His mouth was full of blood and his hair was unsalvageable. “It’s just hair.”

He waited for Geralt to move away to grab his knife or the razor. It was fine. It was just hair. It was just hair.

Geralt’s arms wrapped around his chest and tucked his head into his neck. “It’ll grow back.”

“Of course it will.” He leaned his head back into Geralt’s shoulder ignoring the beads of bathwater that escaped his eyes or the soft tightness of his own voice. “It’s just hair.”

It wasn’t fucking important.

It wasn’t.

“I didn’t recognize you, you know? Not even a little. And then- then you said that thing about my mate being- being dead and I. I remembered. That you weren’t. You just didn’t want me. And that was so much worse.” He fought to swallow around the lump in his throat. “Cause you wouldn’t even meet me on the other side.”

“You believe in the other side now?”

“No. But it was a comforting thought until it wasn’t.”

Geralt hummed into his neck. “Rather met you on this side.”

A pained smile found its way onto his face and he rested his cheek against Geralt’s crown. “Thank you for not killing me.”

“Thank you for not hating me.”

“Oh I do. Just the normal amount though.”

“So long as it’s only the normal amount then.”

They stayed there. His fingers pruning in the water. Geralt breathing in the junction of his neck and let the water cool around him.

“Are you really okay with it?” Geralt hm’d his confusion. “Being my mate.”

Geralt raised his head. Drawing back. “You deserve better than this life.”

“A life better than the one I want?” His head drooped over the lip of the bath to watch Geralt.

“You need higher expectations.”

He turned around, kneeling in the tub, and took Geralt’s face in his hands. “That goes double for you. I am right where I want to be.” Golden eyes watched him. “The question is, are you?”

He waited as Geralt considered his answer. Stared into his eyes and tried not to think about what he’d do if Geralt said no.

“I can never tell how much of how you act is your shapes instincts and how much is you.” Geralt’s hand came up to hold his jaw. “Do you even want that? Or is it just the griffin talking?”

“Geralt.” He started.

“Or is this like the wolf were you kiss me because it’s an instinct or the otter where you hold my hand but it doesn’t mean anything once you come back to yourself?”

He leaned into Geralt’s hand on his jaw. Covered it in his own. “Geralt it’s always me. And maybe if I were human I wouldn’t do those things but the feelings that inspire those actions. They don’t change. Just how I express them does.”

He turned his face into Geralt’s hand and kissed it.

“I don’t know how griffins show their love beyond being overly possessive of their mate’s saddlebags,” Geralt snorted. “And I will apologize to Eskel in the morning for that. But Geralt believe me when I say that there is not a shape or form of mine that does not love you because they are all me.”

He moved his face from Geralt’s palm and leaned forward. Catching Geralt’s scraggly chin with the crook of his finger. Pulling him close. Until their breaths mingled. The way Roach did when she said I love you.

“And there is not a part of Jaskier that does not love you.”

Geralt’s eyes flickered over him. Weighed him. With those eyes that always saw too much. Had seen too much.

“Even the ferret?”

He laughed. Threw his head back and shook with it.

“Especially the ferret.” He promised, pressing their foreheads together.

“Then.” Geralt angled his head and pressed their lips together for a moment that was its own eternity and was still far too short. “I am where I want to be.”

“Good.” He smiled, big and crooked and entirely too honest. "Good."

“Well.” Geralt smiled in a way that made him bristle in anticipated irritation. “I’d rather be in the bath.”

He winked. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Not like this there isn’t and I’m not sharing a bath with any of your other forms again.”

“It was cheaper!”

“It was a mess!”

Geralt threw a towel at him.

He grumbled but exited. Feet freezing against the terrible cold of the floor. He leaped into the bed of blankets and burrowed into their warmth.

Geralt shoved him into a sitting position near the edge of the bed.

“I thought you were taking a bath.”

“Have to finish your hair first.” He heard Geralt unsheathe a knife. “Or you’ll just stress about it all night.”

“I somehow doubt the hack job your about to do is going to cause me less stress.”

“No.” Geralt agreed. “But it will be over.”

And with that the first clump came free. The tightness leaving his scalp where the matt had pulled the skin taunt.

It was just hair.

He sat very still and avoided the small dusty mirror on the far wall.

It was just hair.

Geralt ran his hands through it. Shaking the loose remains free.

“Done.”

He nodded.

He didn’t want to look.

It was just hair.

He crawled across the bed and stumbled over the tangle to blankets made at his feet to the mirror.

He wasn’t bald. So that was something.

But the uneven cuts poorly hid the sections Geralt had shorn to the scalp.

It was just hair.

“By spring no one will be able to tell.” Geralt reassured. Squeezing his bicep as he approached.

“Right.”

It was just hair.

He wasn’t going to cry over hair.

The world was at war. There was no point in being upset over hair.

“I think,” He braced for meaningless platitude Geralt would offer. “Your lute is out of tune.”

He laughed in a way that was definitely not a sob and broke eye contact with the man in the mirror.

Geralt set the lute in his lap.

He strummed it.

They both grimaced.

“This is going to take hours to fix. Care of Oxenfurt Geralt! Cause they know how to properly take care of a lute!”

Geralt ignored him and heated the bath with a quick sign before stripping.

He enjoyed the view until Geralt slipped under the water before beginning the terrible task before him.

“This is going to take hours.”

Geralt waved his hand again and fresh steam rolled off the water. “Got nowhere to be.”

Lutes were arduous instruments to tune.

He’d missed it.

The stings found their notes and his fingers found the strings and the song found him.

Distantly he watched Geralt climb out of the bath and dress in nightclothes. Distantly the bed next to him creaked as Geralt settled in.

But presently his fingers, lacking their calluses, ached against the strings and his voice echoed off the stone walls. His chest filled with it and when he could stand it no longer, his feet hit the cold floor and he danced.

He’d missed this. Singing. Dancing. Playing.

He missed it so much.

He spun and his damp hair stuck to his face as he finished the set. He beamed at Geralt, barely lit in faint orange darkness. Beautiful and alive and wanting him. His chest heaved as he caught his breath.

His eyes flicked over to the small shape that had joined Geralt in bed. Her platinum hair flickering orange with candle light.

He swallowed.

He opened his mouth but had no words for her.

He didn’t know where to start.

His fingers ached against the strings.

He wondered if she’d ever heard the songs he’d written for her.

He plucked one from his memory and played it.

Knelt at the side of her bed as it drew to a close and watched her with a timid smile.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t everything. It wasn’t convincing.

A man with raggedy hair, dressed in Geralt’s clothing that did not fit as nicely as they had the year before, and a song she might not even recognize.

He would not blame her for not trusting him. He would not let that hurt hurt her.

He won Geralt over one day at time. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year.

He would do the same for her. If he had to.

Her hand reached out. Thumb just under his eye as she angled his face.

“They’re still blue.” She said quietly.

“They always are.” Geralt told her. His eyes flickered back to him.

“Are they?” He asked. “I didn’t know that.”

“Never thought to mention it.”

His eyes drew back to Ciri. To her silent study of him.

He couldn’t bow while she held him so he settled for a smile. “I am Jaskier. The white wolf’s bard.” He told her as he set his lute aside. “And it is an honor to meet you Princess.”

His butt collided with the cold stone as his arms were filled with his cub. To her hands clasping at his shirt and her face buried in his shoulder.

After a moment he wrapped her in his arms and held her until the shaking stopped. Lifted her into bed.

Protect. Care for. Love. The magic begged him.

I will. I do. Always. He promised.

Geralt rolled onto his side and pulled the blankets over them.

“Can I stay? Just tonight.”

“Of course.” He promised. “Of course you can stay.”

You can stay forever. For that is how long I will love you cub. He sang back to her magic with the strings of Geralt’s chaos.

“Not every night.” Geralt rumbled and he prepared to hiss at him yes every night. As often as she needs. “But we’ll be here if you need us.”

Always. He agreed. “Always.”

They both snorted at him in the same way. His heart warmed.

He put a hand to his heart. “Always.” He insisted as theatrically as he could.

“You’re ridiculous. Is he always this ridiculous?”

“Always.” Geralt agreed.

He squawked in protest and within minutes they were asleep.

[the-lord-of-the-things]

35 with micky ?

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?

On a more serious interpersonal level, Mick is not so much uniquely patient, as uniquely highly tolerant of the shit the mojave has to throw at him. He's a hard man to annoy per se cause most nuisances just roll off his back. He either doesn't let things he decides 'doesn't matter' get to him, or he looks for more productive ways on working through actual issues than getting annoyed. He'd be more inclined to get pissed than just annoyed when something actually bothers him.

I think a good way for someone to annoy him would probably be to just pester him on something. Like if he's already turned some would-be suitor down and they just won't take the hint and take a hike, that sort of thing. If they didn't eventually get the memo to drop it, however, then its a quick trip from 'annoyed' micky to 'ticked off' micky.

On an extremely petty level, however, Micky is actually quite particular about keeping his 'living space' clean- after Mr. House bites it, that 'space' becomes the Lucky 38 penthouse which Micky moves into. Like, gets a vacuum functioning, mops and dusts regularly, washes the sheets on his bed once a week, he's probably in the process of reprogramming a securitron into a housekeeper, very fastidious. Considering how he's willing to traipse about the mojave caked in grime it's a surprising side of him, but to him you can be as dirty as you want Out There. An excellent way to get him mildly miffed would be to track dirt into his freshly cleaned space, or try to sit on his furniture with dirty clothes. Almost all the companions probably have at least one incident where they got chased out with a mop for trying to walk in on Micky cleaning while wearing dirty shoes. He also has a strict rule about not putting a dirty body in a clean bed. Arcade got lazy once and was unceremoniously shoved off and glared at until he either gave in and showered, or just gave up and moved to a couch.

[indianamoonshine]

solo’s copilot ♡ chapter three / “velvet things”

summary: she huffs with amusement, shaking her hand. "You're gonna get dicked down so good tonight." | the process of sex isn’t easy. and you had no idea what you’re doing. how the fuck do you avoid razor burn?

rating: m

"Ben Solo, don't you dare drop me!"

You try to sound as assertive as you could, but it was nearly impossible with the cackling erupting from you. It was the flirtatious kind of laughter - the giggles that only a partner could conjure from their lover. You squealed playfully and protested weakly by thumping your measly fists against his back. Once or twice he's had to settle you into place, grabbing ahold of your hips, and tugging you forward from eating dirt.

He's been walking leisurely back to base while tottering you over his shoulder, snickering also coming from him in a throaty way. "I'm not gonna drop you!" he returns and swats your ass for the third time. It evokes a yelp and a heated blush. He knows it, too.

"You don't know that!" you simper. "How many drinks have you had?"

Ben scoffs. "You do realize I have reflexes better than anyone you know, right?" he pauses, pleased with himself. And while you can't see his expression (from facing the ground, which very unfortunately obstructs your view), you can tell he's smirking. His voice becomes more lazy when he does and an octave lower; it's his ace-in-the-hand, but you'd never tell him that. "And besides, I'm gonna need you to be in your best condition tonight."

This elicits an instinctual whimper.

"Oh ho oh," Ben teases. "What was that?"

You pout, coquettishly of course, and wriggle in his arms. "You're making me blush."

"I intend to," he hums.

The hangar of the base is pitch-black, the only light illuminating from it from the hallway leading to the quarters. Everyone on base slept in a dormitory which was a little too crowded and, thus, woke everyone up from the slightest bit of noise. Maybe this wasn't the most ideal place to have sex - maybe this is why they made it so congested. Sex wasn't against regulation, but pregnancy got you kicked out of the Resistance and the majority didn't want to risk it. Not to say they didn't wander into the woods, disappear for a few hours, and then come back with flushed face.

Ben must've been thinking the same thing. "Should we go to the Falcon? Is that okay with you?" he pauses. "I mean, it being your first time and all..."

You try your best to swing forward to face him, but after a few attempts you give up with a sigh. He tries to contain his laughter while swinging you around and then lifting you against his chest. His forehead presses to yours and he kisses you slowly, deeply. It takes a lot for you to pull back and answer him.

"I just want you," you whisper against him.

You swear you feel his breath catch before he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. "That's what I wanted to hear," he mumbles, voice thick and skin burning beneath you. His hands grip your thighs more firmly, surely pressing his fingers into the fat so roughly that you'd bruise. Good.

You smile against his mouth. "I need to use the shower really quick."

He nods. "Of course," he breathes, heart accelerating in his chest. A wicked part of you hoped he was picturing you naked, skin wet, and flushed from heat.

"Don't take too long."

♡ ♡

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit."

As soon as you'd entered your dorm, you've stripped of your clothing and abandoned them on the floor while sprinting to the refresher. No time to waste. If you took too long you feared he'd loose interest and save it for a rainy day. Time was of the essence and that time was ticking away so loudly that you swore you could hear it. If you cracked open your head while sliding across the tile, so be it.

The shower was hot and it melted all the grime and grease you've accumulated throughout the day. You tried to focus on cleaning every crevice of your body. Every nook, every cranny - even the spots that were pretty much impossible to reach. You prayed that the sweet fragrance of the gel might cover any kind of hidden body odor you might not notice. You'd even used the gel strictly used for vaginal purposes, despite how many times you convinced yourself it was bad for you. And maybe it was, but the idea that you could smell there was almost unbearable.

The razor was taunting you as it lay on the shelf. Maybe Tasha was right - maybe you should shave. You weren't a stranger to the process, but it was a pain in the ass to deal with. You'd always gotten some sort of rash or bumps that made the entire ordeal simply fruitless so you vowed to stay away from it by whatever means. But you had this urge - this desire - to impress Ben that you were willing to go through the painfully detailed process.

Maybe Tasha had a way of avoiding razor burn. So you did the only thing you could think of.

Once stepped outside of the shower, you search for Tasha's contact on the commlink with fumbling hands. It takes a moment to connect and each beep sends a jolt of fear in your abdomen; what if she didn't answer? Who the fuck could you go to if Tasha wasn't available?

You almost give up just before she sounds at the other end of the line.

"Hey, you okay?" she asks, concern etching her tone. In the background is the raging noise of the The Water Hole. She probably thought you and Ben decided not to go through with it - at this point, you weren't sure if you'd be more disappointed or she would.

You groan, hands covering your face. "Tasha, I need help."

"What's up? Are you guys still..." she begins.

You cut her off. "Yes, yes. I'm trying to get ready and I have no idea how to avoid razor burn or whatever."

She can tell you're terrified by the way you interrupt her, your words stringing together so quickly that it was nearly impossible to understand what you were saying. She knew you well enough to know you were probably having the biggest panic attack of your life so she doesn't ask anymore questions.

"I'll be right there."

♡ ♡ ♡

Tasha has the passcode to your room so she waltzes in without buzzing.

She immediately gets to work, rummaging around your drawers and shelves as you sit in the center of the room, knees brought up to your chest. The towel is now dripping wet from your sopping head of hair, causing you to shiver from the dampness. Once she finds a bottle of oil, she tosses it to you and you manage to catch it as she fetches a jar of lotion, bacta gel, and the razor.

She kneels in front of you, presenting the two items. "Pirum oil stops bumps. Bacta gel avoids rash. And lotion makes it smooth." She sets the items on the ground. "Draw a bath real quick and shave underneath the water."

"Okay..." you say, heading to the tub and turning the knob. When you find her leaving for your bedroom you fearfully shriek, "Where are you going?!"

Tasha yells from the other room. "Do you have a t-shirt of Ben's?!"

"Uh..." you think for a minute, slipping into the water and begin to prep like she said to. "I don't think so."

You hear her groan a little, drawers slamming shut, and the mechanics of your closet doors opening. "What about a.." she stops short and then chuckles manically.

"What?!" you ask, cringing as you begin to shave. What a mess.

Tasha says cheerfully, "You're such a fuckin' liar!"

Any and all ideas as to what she means swim through your mind. What the hell was she talking about? "I don't...what?!" Maybe you did have a t-shirt of his?

"Ah ha!" she jubilantly exclaims. "You're more of a minx as you let on!"

You're becoming annoyed by how she dances around her mysterious finding. You growl, "Shut up and tell me!"

Footsteps quickly sound about the room and she returns with a pair of panties and a bra you'd never seen before in your life. They were brand new too, the security tag hanging limply and the price on it proclaiming a whopping 229 credits. It was a matching set, emerald green, with the thick straps holding up the cups graced with delicate lace. The panties were high waisted, lacy as well, but velvet and incredibly soft. By the cost alone you knew it was high end, but the fabric was stunning - you knew the difference between cheap and...well...not so cheap.

Your jaw drops and you almost cut yourself with the blade in your hand. "What the fuck."

Tasha giggles with excitement as you sit still in the water, body paralyzed with something you've never experienced before, and heart thumping violently against your ribcage. Were you having a heart attack? Is this what cardiac arrest feels like? She hands you a piece of parchment paper that's folded neatly with your name written on it by a skilled hand. Parchment. Calligraphy. Ben.

You blush. It creeps on your cheeks before you can even control it. You take a deep, unstable breath and carefully peel open the letter. You bite your lip as you read his message, his handwriting flawless and legible:

For when the time is right.

As you stare at the letter, you gulp and pray that Tasha can't see the drool of your pussy beneath the water. You fold the note closed and give it back to her with trembling hands as your way of giving her permission to read it. She does, eyes scanning the simple promise, and raises a hand to cover her mouth in awe. It takes a lot to impress Tasha, so you know that you're not overreacting when she raises her eyebrows and chuckles under her breath.

She huffs with amusement, shaking her hand. "You're gonna get dicked down so good tonight."

You want to interject but you can't. She's right and there's no use in denying it. Your fear has risen to inhumane levels and you imagine sirens going off in your head, your nerves alighting with an all consuming fire. He's about to give you a fucking orgasm and he hasn't even touched you yet. How could you possibly live up to his expectations? His experience was way out of your league and his ability to swoon you by just a handwritten note - something that wasn't ever practiced in society anymore - was overwhelming. He'd taken his time out to pick out this lingerie, to sit down and write you a goddamned letter, and you're, what? Shaving for him?

Tasha urges you with the wave of her hands. "Come on! Hurry up! You cannot keep this man waiting any longer."

So you do. And, strangely enough, you're satisfied with the result. Tasha's hoe-tip had actually worked and you were smooth as baby's bottom. Before she left, she picked out the perfume you "absolutely had to wear", kissed you on the cheek and said, "Tonight is gonna turn you into a slut and I cannot wait!" while walking out the door.

And then you were alone.

All is silent. Tasha can't hype you up anymore - that was solely up to you now. You stare at the lingerie laid out on the bed in all its exorbitant glory while feeling ridiculously inadequate of putting it on your body. You wanted to wear - really. But could you pull it off well enough to alight something in Ben? You try to convince yourself you could - that he bought you this with you in mind. He'd never seen you naked before, so how the hell would he know? What if his idea of you was way off? It probably was. Ben's laid with many women, including Rey, who had the kind of body that one saw in Twi'lek porn.

"Don't be a fucking coward," you scold yourself, reaching for the set.

You slip it on carefully to avoid any kind of rip in the seam and it hits you then that Ben had guessed your size and he'd guessed it...perfectly. Had he figured out your measurements just by watching you move? Had he gawked over you enough that he did the math in his head until he was satisfied? Did this mean he was aware of what you may look like underneath your clothes? Surely he had. And you didn't know what to think of that; how Ben's eyes have wandered and studied the way your ass curved or how your breasts filled out your tops.

Oh, gods. He knew your fucking body before laying bared hands on it.

But this swells you with pride. Suddenly, you felt more beautiful than you had in your life, like you were some sort of ethereal being that he worshipped silently. You tug on the bra as quickly as you can without damaging it and, sure enough, your breasts fit perfectly within the cups; no spillage or tightness that caused overflow on your back. The mirror against your wall reflects back at you a woman you didn't recognize because she looked confident. Satisfied. Even your skin glowed, all imperfections seemed to have disappeared along with the damage of your hair. It was luscious, full, and rich in color even after drying it on the highest temperature. Your eyes sparkled bright and bushy tailed as you gawk over your own reflection.

You couldn't wait anymore. You grab your robe (which is literally the most inconspicuous piece of clothing you wore, as it was littered with holes and frayed string) and sprint out into the hangar.

It was there where The Falcon sat alight, glowing with warmth, and waiting impatiently for your arrival.

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Hope: MSBY

Synopsis: In which a shooting star decided to make their prayers come true…

Characters: Atsumu/Sakusa/Hinata/Bokuto/Child! Y/n (little cameo) They’re all the same age except Y/n.

Genre: Angst, hopeful, Sad, a bit haunting at the end idk how that happened, mysterious, fate

W.c: 2k9

Moral of the story: Don’t think like this kids. Life is very valuable tsk.

[a/n] pfft I’m back y’all. Y’all missed me? Lmao no one asked. I have arrived with another short piece to satisfy your masochistic selves. I had no Wi-Fi and I thought I wasn’t gonna live a normal life. I was also a lazy bean who promised to work out but ended up eating Danish bread. They’re really good ngl. I did not proofread this so I am sorry for the errors. Sleep deprived again. I didn’t proofread this, sorry.

edit: this is a repost. I don’t think this was sent properly.

Little sparks emerged from the blazing mixture of red and orange. The colour of fiery and passion. But in the middle, there was a vibrant colour of yellow. Even if a person is angry and the things they do will not go as passionate, there’s always a little bit of hope. That was what Sakusa interpreted as he observed the fire. The ashy smoke floated upward into the sky and turned invisible where they will not be seen again. That is what they want, right? Just to die out...

“I’m going to find some more wood,” Bokuto said out of the blue and stood up from the barky log he just sat on. Hinata got a fright that he almost fell off of his side of the log. Bokuto then ran towards the darkened woods. Hinata’s eyes widened. He scuttled backwards and jogged into the woods, just to make sure he doesn’t wander off. Just to make sure he’s safe.

“Kotaro, wait up!” he shouted and the woods mimicked his voice of worry. It was a cold night. A blanket of navy covered the sky with a sprinkle of shimmering stars.

“I hope they don’t get lost. I heard that this is the largest forest in our area or perhaps the whole country,” the blonde head muttered. His fingers fiddling on to silver key necklace dearest to his heart. It was a gift given by his grandma just the day before her decease. That day felt like the day he lost a true friend. Sakusa stared into the sky. To become one of those shiny sequences high up the vast navy.

Small, slender, slim sticks were thrown into the fire by Atsumu. His eyes granted no mercy as he stared at them burning in the little hell he created. Sakusa could see the reflection of the fire in his chocolate eyes. Knowing the reason, he sighed. It conveyed his feelings. His pent up fury.

The long silence was interrupted by a trivial question. “Have you ever thought of what you want to become as you grow older?” Atsumu wondered. He had never really heard or knew much about Sakusa despite having each other’s presence in existence for a while. He blinked, his long lashes brushed through the air. “I don’t know,” he simply replied. His voice so curt that Atsumu’s feelings were hurt. He clutched his heart with a pain expression to emphasise the dramatic. “Omi kun, y’know that’s not the answer I want,” he whined at him. There he goes again, Sakusa thought.  

Atsumu hummed as he looked at the fire “Y’know.., it has always been my dream to become an astronaut. What do ya think Omi kun?” Sakusa scrunched his face at the thought. “What should I think??” The only responsive thought he had for that confession was that it was unbelievable to be true. He thought he wanted to become a volleyball player and join the national team. Maybe get the hot girlfriend of his dreams while he’s at it. But an astronaut? Does he even have the grad-?

“Haha if only I had the grades. I can see it right through you Omi kun,” he smirked as he pointed the stick at him held by his fingers. “To bad I’m not a smartass like my twin brother. Such a nerd without glasses,” he murmured at the mentions of his twin.

“Achieving high grades doesn’t make you a stereotypical ne-“

“I said what I said, Omi kun. I said what I said”

Sakusa stayed quiet after that. He had nothing else to add after that mild conversation. His eyes lingered at the book lying on the grassy ground. Atsumu’s five year old diary. To this day, he still remembered the contents inked in those pages. Hinata and Bokuto saw them as well. He pitied Atsumu, but dared not to speak a word of it. In that diary, Atsumu undergone what you call affliction. Even now, it still disturbed them.

Beside them, they set up a telescope that they had recently bought. They got it after dodging that expensive price. Bokuto’s bargaining skills were useful. The trees waved side to side with the gusting wind. Sakusa’s dark curls wavered. They’ve always wanted to see the stars together. Earlier this day, they heard from the news that there was going to be a shooting star passing earth. It was very exciting as no one would ever expect to see something like this in their time of life.

There was a lot of things around their temporary property. Tents set up, sleeping bags, coats, stocks of food and drinks, you name it. They fully decided that they would never ever come back home. All of them hated where they came from. It just wasn’t for them.

At around five or six in the evening, the four of them were in school cleaning up toilets and classrooms. This was Sakusa’s nightmare. His duty was in the boys’ toilet. All the grime, stench, dirtiness tainted each cubicle he entered. He felt like regurgitating, but if he was going to faint, at least faint outside the bathroom. Nonetheless, he pushed through this hell and managed it somehow.

Suddenly, a burning smell wavered through the air and entered his nostrils, sending him to alarm. He rushed out of the boys’ bathrooms. His eye’s enlarged at the sight of flames eating the corridors. His mouth gaped as he stood petrified. What in the world?

Someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from danger. Sakusa turned around to see it was Bokuto. His heart was racing as he tried to process what the fuck just occurred. “Kotaro, what on earth is going on?!” He didn’t answer for a while until they’ve reached outside the burning school.

“It was Atsumu’s doing. He threw a cigarette in the bin and the bin caught on fire!” Bokuto used his arms to demonstrate the fire. Sakusa glared at Atsumu and grabbed him by the collar. “I know you hate this fucking place, but did you have to fucking burn down the school!?” Atsumu shoved him away from him. “So what if I fucking did?!” Sakusa’s eyes were filled with anger. Who goes to this extent from hatred? Especially from a teenager.

“You… YOU BASTARD!” he cursed at his selfishness. A punch swung onto Atsumu’s face and he fell to the ground in an instant. The blond head swiped the blood off his busted lips and gave him a deadly glare. Oh if looks could kill…He collided into Sakusa causing him to cough out his saliva. Therefore, a dog fight transpired between them. Sakusa had no care for the dirt sticking on to him as his only goal was to knock some god damn sense into Atsumu’s brain.

Hinata panicked and attempts to pull Atsumu away while Bokuto did the same for Sakusa. “Look we tried to extinguish it with a fire extinguisher! But it…it just wouldn’t work at all!” Hinata explained while he still held onto Atsumu. Sakusa’s brows furrowed. “Then what the fuck did you do then?” All three of them looked at each other. “We ditched it,” Bokuto shrugged his shoulders “It would go out”

Sakusa groaned in his clammy palms. Oh my fucking god…Since this happened, what’s gonna happen to them? Will they all get in to trouble? Obviously. Should they just mention that it was Atsumu’s fault and he shall bear the consequence? Or should all of them step out and stay along with the blond retard? Everyone remained quiet. Sirens were heard and police cars and fire brigade were approaching their way.

“Do you just want to go home and pack our stuffs secretly? We can buy that telescope we all wanted and watch the shooting star that’s coming tonight….”

And that’s how they ended up here, in the meadow deep into the woods where no one will find them. If they decided to give up on them, just like how the others would. Sakusa admitted that it was a beautiful scenery. Atsumu and he didn’t fight anymore. What’s done has been done. Everything happens for a reason.

Hinata and Bokuto arrived with more sticks cradled in their arms. They were dropped onto the beryl green grass. After that, Hinata plopped down and his chest heaving up and down “Oi no more. I’m tired from running around,” he waved his hand at him without looking at Bokuto. The owl-like man plastered a huge grin on his face “You lack strength, Chibi chan. C’mon toughen up those muscles,” Bokuto wacked his shoulders that sent Chibi forward. They laughed. Only the corner of Sakusa’s lips curved.

Boys in pain come together to diminish those pains.

A spark occurred in the middle of the dark sky. Hinata noticed this first and mirthfully swore “Guys I see it!” All of them ran to the telescope, even having little arguments of who should go first. It ended up being Atsumu. The rest of them quietened down and all they could do was admire. It was absolutely spectacular without a doubt. Not only was one shooting star but there a shower of them. A celebration perhaps?

“There’s so many of them! We should make a wish,” Hinata encouraged. All of them clasped their hands together with their eyes closed. Sakusa joined and he wished that he would have a happy life. That was all he wanted.  

“Atsumu…”

“……”

“Atsumu… is that other shooting star approaching us or am I losing my mind?” Hinata asked worriedly. His knees shook like jelly. “Atsumu...” His body quivered with uncontrollable nervousness. Atsumu didn’t say anything back but gulped. “Well aren’t you going to answer us?” Bokuto asked with a lump in his throat.

Sakusa gazed up, following the track of the star before it split into two after crashing a certain part of the atmosphere. He knew. Everyone knew, that it was bound to reach them any minute.

“Will be able to get out of here in time?” Bokuto asked fretfully, brushing his hands through his grey strands. It wouldn’t be called a shooting star anymore. It was meteorite. The little thing drew closer and closer each time they blinked.

They just knew they wouldn’t make it out in time…

Atsumu sighed. “I’m staying here. I have nothing in this world to live for,” he gazed up and muttered as salty essence well up his chocolate eyes. He said it quietly, yet it was enough to be understood. He walked around a log and sat down with his head hung low. It was getting closer. Hinata swiftly sat beside him with his arms wrapped around him. His eyes closed “I’m staying with you. Staying with you until the end. Who knows we might end up somewhere beautiful. A magical land called Us”

When he said those words, a tear rolled down from Sakusa’s glistening ebony orbs. All of them wanted that. For a long time. A magical land called Us. This world gave them so much pain to the point that they had to imagine a wonderful world.

Bokuto, who used to use happiness to shield his sadness, embraced the both of them. The three of them cuddled. Some sniffles and sobs were heard from their trembling lips. Sakusa patted the left side of his chest. He was breathing quite heavily. This was most emotion he had ever displayed.  All of them turned their heads to face him. Atsumu’s arm stretched out. He smiled wearily “Come with us”

A lot of thought rushed through his mind. His head went racing. Was this the right choice? Was this what he wanted? What he if he still want to liv-

Before he could move a muscle, a bright, yellowish light flared behind them. His eyes reflected the light. Everything happened so fast and after that, they…. vanished. Long forgotten in this world.

 -

 “A lot of things have happened during this week. Firstly, the “shooting star” also known as a meteorite, crashed in the meadow of (xxx) wood, the largest in this country. No one has expected this phenomenon to split into two and destroy so much nature. Even almost damaging some parts of nearby towns. Another talked about topic, is the burned down school at (xxx) province with four boys that attended that school, missing…”

 The little girl watched the enormous meteorite from afar. “Wah it’s huge,” she said as she dangled her tiny little legs. An ice cream was in her hands as she watched the workers inspecting the rock. Maybe they could extract minerals and become filthy rich. She took a lick of the ice cream. The wind was howling that evening. She enjoyed a vanilla ice cream during cold season.

“Y/n, come here!”

Her mother yelled. Y/n shouldn’t be out in the open. It was too dangerous, who knows what will happen. Y/n stood up from the edge of a cliff and admired the amber sky before realizing her ice cream dropped to the ground. Her mouth gaped in disbelief. She paid for that using her own money by collecting reusable garbage for hours. She exhaled and tossed the cone away.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming mom. I’m coming,” she called back. She dusted her hands off her skirt and jogged on. There was a valley close by so she needed to be cautious otherwise she might roll off the cliff and that wouldn’t be good. However, as she took another step, her foot slipped and her face fell flat on the ground. Blood dripped down from her nostrils. “Great…”

Luckily for her, she had an extra packet of tissue deep in her pocket. She took a tissue out and wiped the blood off that dried. All of a sudden, from the corner of her eyes, she caught something shining in the grass. Curiosity aroused her and she moved closer to the object. Mother told her that she shouldn’t take or even touch something that’s not hers. It could bring bad luck.

Y/n didn’t remember her mother’s words when she picked it up. It was a silver necklace that took the shape of a key. “Wow…” she mumbled. It had a simple design to it, yet to her it was the most beautiful thing she had seen that day. The wind blew even harder as the wind whistled.

“Y/n! If you don’t come this instant, I will leave you here,” her mother called out for what seemed like the last time. Y/n shoved the object into her pocket and rushed to her parent. She shuddered. How cold was it? She wrapped her arms around her and rubbed for heat.

“Y/n, what happened to your nose?”

“I just fell”

“That’s karma for not listening to me for the first time. I just fell”

“MOM”

 -

 So this was what the afterlife looked like? It looked the same as their world, yet maybe more magical. In this world, there was only the four of them and no one else. It had everything they needed. It was tranquilized. The trees consisted of wisteria. All of their stuff that they had with them before their very last breaths was placed exactly the same way, same place. However, the boys weren’t there.

A burning door stood in the middle of the meadow. All of them watched it, sitting down with bittersweet smiles on their faces. Was it worth it after all? Atsumu was the first one to hop off his position and run out into the wild. His appearance changed. He took the form of a little boy and had a book about stars in his hands. Ten years of age. The last time he felt a sense of happiness before all crashed down. Hinata turned back to a fifteen year old and Bokuto, a twelve year old. It made Sakusa feel old. He remained the same after all their transformations. A seventeen year old.

The last time he felt happy was just a few months ago. Despite that, he never really intended to die. It was just a last minute wish he made that he regretted. He believed to have many things to do on his bucket list. It was too late somehow and he thought that this new life wasn’t bad after all. He could maybe tick them all of in this afterlife.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted a necklace. His brows furrowed at it and he leaned forward to capture it. Now it laid on his palm and began his inspection. It was an open door with no handle… He gulped. What was the meaning of this? If he was being honest, Atsumu didn’t have his grandma’s necklace with him. He started connecting the dots.

The fire stopped burning the door. He looked up and moved backwards. It was dark and the atmosphere couldn’t be anymore spookier. He whimpered and started to shake.

A little girl clad in a ripped strawberry dress. Her shoes dirtied. Her skin pale as snow. Her hair in a dishevelled state and her eyes were the worst. They were fully pitch black. And before Sakusa knew it, he ran as fast as he could and…

…never turned back.

The shooting star, after all, just granted their wishes. Without them knowing the consequences…

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Suggestions to Fully Scrub Your Face

This might sound funny but there exists a good and enirely wrong solution to clean your face. Facial skin is fairly delicate. If you're scrubbing your face too vigorously with your hands or washcloth, you might cause more skin irritation, redness, and also accidentally scratch yourself or cause a nosebleed. Be gentler to your face! Read a few of the following tips to see whether you have to rethink that person washing technique. Whether at the vanity sink or in the shower, start first with a splash down. Not merely is this certainly a grein way to wake yourself quickly in the mornings, but it helps remove the more obvious dirt and grime. It clears the canvas, so to speak, for the next stage. Like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, the water temperature should be not too cold, not too hot, but just right. To state the obvious, water that is too hot will burn your skin. But why not cold water? I've heard that some facial cleansers don't work well in cold water, but my personal thought will be that cold water tends to close pores so it's harder to find the stuff out of the pores. Warm drinking water tends to open pores, which is why washing your face while you're in the shower is a good idea. Or if you are at the sink and also have some time, soak a washcloth in warm water and hold it on your face for one minute before washing. Now get your favorite facial cleanser ready. Some people claim soap is much harsher than face cleaners but that will be not entirely true. Bar soap for the body is harsh on the facial skin because it contains more detergents, but facial bar soap has been formulated and tested to be less irritating for the face. The bottom line is that any form (bar, liquid, cream or gel) of facial cleanser will work. Rub, squeeze or pump a quantity of facial cleanser on your own hands. Less is mor evene, and if you use too much, you might find yourself leaving some on your face. Leaving cleanser on your face can be drying or irritating, and perhaps, may actually attract dirt and oils. So use just enough (go with the dime or nickel size comparisons) to spread a thin, even coating over your entire face. Oh, and most experts recommend rubbing the cleanser first in your hands to produce a foam before applying to your face. I suppose this thought is to avoid over-rubbing your face. However, some modern cleansers don't foam so the purpose of rubbing in hands is more to spread it out for easier application. For how long should you wash your face? I would bet the average face washer takes less than 15 seconds to wash their face. What the optimal cleaning time is, I am not sure, but I did read that the newest facial cleansing gadget has a built in timer for one minute. One minute! My advice would be to map out your face- forehead, nose, cheeks, chin- and spend 10 seconds on all of those areas. Or count the amount of times you rub each area and make an effort to do 20 strokes (more or less, your preference). If one particular area is of concern, such as for example oily chin, then maybe invest a little longer there and shorter on another area. Rub gently. My mother told me to always rub upwards but I admit I do not always follow her advice. I would encourage using both hands, despite the fact that on occasion I are usually lazy and only use one. I would imagine using both hands ensures even distribution of cleanser and applied pressure. One last step: I do remember to wash and massage my neck. When you've washed for sufficient time (aim for at least 30 seconds), now rinse away the facial cleanser with several rounds of fresh water. Pat dry with a towel, follow up with any toners or lotions. Then smile at your freshly washed, glowing face in the mirror!

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