#professional concrete cleaning

[954pressurecleaning]

Professional Concrete Cleaning for Perfectly Clean Surfaces

Are you looking for professional concrete cleaning? At 954 Pressure Cleaning LLC, we offer expert cleaning and sealing services to maintain your concrete surfaces. Enhance durability, protect your investment, and boost your property’s appeal. Visit our website to learn more about our services.

[cleansealpolish]

Cleaning and sealing tiles in Sydney-Cleaning and sealing tiles in Northern Beaches

https://cleansealpolish.com.au/concrete-polishing Cleaning and sealing tiles in Sydney-Cleaning and sealing tiles in Northern Beaches Elevate the elegance of your tiles with our expert cleaning and sealing services in both Sydney and Northern Beaches. Our professional team specializes in restoring the luster of your tiles while providing long-lasting protection against stains and wear. Experience the difference with our meticulous attention to detail and superior quality products. Rediscover the beauty of your tiled surfaces today.

[yoshistory]

FINALLY got groceries for the first time in awhile today and like half the stuff i got was cleaning supplies. thank god. ive been using hand sanitizer from the food bank to clean its been awful. i just wiped my kitchen counters down big time and i plan on spending tomorrow tiding up and doing some deep cleaning. ive been needing it

also i got stuff to make chocolate chip cookies (my favorite)(simple but loving) and i got some nice ramen i've been wanting to try (premium shin gold with chicken broth) .. im excited

[werecreature-addicted]

Have you ever written about an amnesiac werewolf? Like the reader finds a poor lost soul in the forest and takes them in, unknowingly dooming herself to becoming a breeding pet when the moon strikes and his instincts take over? He doesn't know what's come over him. He really doesn't. :'(

TW: car accidents. dubcon. do i know anything about hospitals? no. shhh. enjoy the werewolf porn.

You've grown quite attached to John Doe. He came in three days ago, he'd been "found" naked wandering a forest road at night and gotten cleaned out by a driver in a pickup truck. The driver said he thought he hit a dog or a deer that had wandered onto the road and was horrified to see a man there instead lying bloody on the asphalt.

Despite how bad John Doe looked when he was wheeled into your clinic, he'd been recovering quite nicely. He was even conscious now although he didn't seem to remember anything from before the accident. That coupled with the fact that he was found naked in the woods, it was proving difficult to contact any friends or family who might be able to give a concrete identity.

You weren't too worried though. It was a small community, and you were sure someone who knew him would turn up eventually. As for you, this was a slow time of year for a humble trauma center doctor, you were able to spend lots of time with your favorite amnesiac. It was a little miraculous really how well he was recovering everything but his memory. If you didn't know any better you'd say it was supernatural.

You found yourself spending more and more time with your John Doe, he was sweet and funny, Not to mention he was very attractive, even bloody and bruised. Although the budding warmth you felt for him was tainted slightly both by the fact that he was your patient and the nagging worry in the back of your head that this wasn't the real him. This could all be a false personality that he would lose once he got his memories back.

You'd already started toying with a daydream where once recovered John Doe would still come by to visit you. You shake your head and try to dispel those fantasies from your mind. You mentally chided yourself, you weren't a teenager with a crush you should be handling yourself more professionally than this. Still, your heart raced when he smiled at you.

In the end, it wasn't a friend or family member who revealed who John Doe really was, but it was the summer rain. You were just about to leave for the night when you started getting phone calls. A bad storm was coming in and soon it wouldn't be safe to drive on the largely dirt roads in this town, no one would be coming up to fill in the night shift. You could make it home safe if you left now. But that would mean abandoning your patient and you couldn't do that. So instead you just sighed and hunkered down preparing to wait out the storm inside the hospital.

John Doe was more than happy to have your company- he liked you better than any of the overnight team anyway, and over the past day he'd begun to feel strange. Not in pain just energized in a usual way. there was a tingling sensation just below his skin, he felt hungry but not for food. He couldn't really put a name to the strange pressure in his body, he only knew that it was growing and it made him want to keep you close.

You were in the break room when it happened. You were trying to figure something out for dinner which was hard with only vending machine options available when lightning strikes and the lights die. you hesitate, waiting for backup generators but only the red EXIT lights stay on, casting an eerie red glow to the room. You were just starting to pull open cabinets looking for a flashlight when you heard a loud crash and what sounded like an animal growl. Your heart stops and before you can think you're running toward the sound relying on muscle memory to navigate the darkened halls.

You freeze seeing the hulking form of a wolf over the tipped-over bed of John Doe. How the hell did a wolf get in here? And alone. Even panicked you know something isn't right. Wolves don't come this close to humans, they don't attack humans and they never ever do it alone. Then the wolf looks at you and stands on its hind legs and you realize it's not a wolf but a monster.

Your hands tremble, you should run- call the sheriff- search the lost and found for a gun and shoot the damn thing. But you can't bring yourself to run. The creature in front of you is awe-inspiring despite your fear, you're curious. Then the monster moves and the interest vanishes. Again your body moves before your brain can think you turn and run. You don't look behind as you run but you can hear the beast howl and the solid thud thud thud as it chases after you.

It's a small emergency room, you know there's nowhere to hide unless the werewolf can read and respect "staff only" signs. You feel a large clawed hand wrap around your waist your legs are still kicking trying to run as you're lifted in the air by the monster.

"You took such good care of me...now let me take care of you, sweet mate," the werewolf growls in your ear, turning you to face him, forcing you to look at his hulking monstrous form. You struggle futilely in his grasp he's strong and you can see his muscles bulge under his dark black fur. Lightning strikes again illuminating his sharp white teeth and his bright hungry eyes.

It takes you a moment to catch up to the fact that 1. The werewolf had spoken and 2. That he had promised to "take care of you". Before you can catch your breath let alone ask what that meant he's shoving you down onto the cold linoleum floor, shredding your pants with one clawed hand and the other he presses down hard on your back in between your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the floor. You can feel his warm breath on your exposed skin as he huffs your scent. you can't see him but you know he's drooling. The attention makes you tremble, and then he pushes his thick rough tongue against your body and you moan. His tongue is thick and wet against your trembling cunt. He can't keep his hands to himself, his clawed hand wraps around your breast squeezing as he pulls you back against his hungry lapping mouth.

You can't keep your moans to yourself. The little cries of pleasure slip from your mouth only making the beast more aggressive as he eats you out. Eventually, you give up trying to even hold back the sounds or pretend that you aren't enjoying the ravishment.

It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, he doesn't pull away when you reach your peak. He pushes his tongue deep inside of you savoring the flavor of your cum and the fact that he had successfully pulled an orgasm from you just like he'd promised. His tail wags as he cleans you up, then you start getting wet again and he's not cleaning you up as much as he is eating you out again. His cock hangs heavy between his legs too big and thick for his erection to lift so it just throbs with need and drips thick beads of precum onto the clean floor.

He can't quite decide what he needs more, to jerk himself off or to keep both his hands on you. Eventually, his own ache can't be ignored and he starts to jerk himself off. it doesn't take long for him to cum the sweet flood of your cum just drives him insane. his knot swells pitifully as his semen splatters against your legs and ass dripping down to your pussy. two of his clawed fingers scoop up some of his spilled seed and push it inside of you.

"Next time I cum tonight it's going to be inside of you." It sounds like a threat, you can't wait.

[carpetcleanercompany]

Why To Choose Professional Carpet Cleaning Gold Coast?

A carpet at home is prone to accumulation of dust and wear and tear due to direct traffic and prolonged use with no cleaning. So it’s imperative to keep it neat and clean and well maintained so as to increase its longevity. 

Take professional carpet cleaning services Gold Coast once or twice a year based on the foot traffic in your home. Homeowners should direct their efforts to cleaning the carpet once a week before opting for professional cleanings.

Benefits Of Carpet Cleaning Gold Coast

Let’s look into the advantages of carpet cleaning in this blog post.

Extend The Carpet’s Life

One of the incredible advantages of a professional carpet cleaning service is that it helps to enhance your carpet’s life. With prolonged use, dirt, dust, debris, and allergens get deposited in the carpet and entangled into the fibers that cause fibers to split and damage. The removal of dirt and debris will expand its lifespan. 

Professional carpet cleaners use specialized cleaning methods, such as hot water extraction. In this method, hot water is used to remove the dirt from within the fibers effectively. It keeps the carpet sanitized.

Promotes A Healthier Environment

Dust and allergens entangled in the carpet fibers may enter the nostrils and cause severe respiratory issues, allergies, and other health problems. The high temperature of water destroys allergens to prevent a health threat.

Removal Of Dirt And Bacteria

You might think it’s simple and easy to clean the carpet using a vacuum than hiring a carpet cleaning service. But a vacuum cleans the debris from the surface. However, professional treatment involves the removal of debris embedded in the fibers. 

If you don’t let it removed, the dirt present in the fibre causes excessive wearing. Bacteria can also create odours, which makes it difficult to breathe.

Removes Carpet Stains

One of the other benefits of professional carpet cleaning is that they eliminate tough spots and stains. With the hot water extraction method, professional cleaners remove the following stains:

Coffee spills

Dirt and mud

Ink

Pet stains 

Red wine

After taking the professional cleaning service, you must not think of ugly spots. 1st Class Cleaners provide you with Carpet Cleaning Gold Coast, Tile Cleaning, and Concrete Cleaning Gold Coast services. Customers get the 1st class cleaning services at cost-effective prices. So without any delay, choose 1st class cleaners.

[lunarianscorpio]

Courtship: Venus Signs (part 1)

Earth signs Desire commitment and a lasting partnership.

♑︎ Capricorn Venus:

Traits:

Loyal, protective, quietly romantic, reserved, thoughtful, and considerate in matters of love, romance, aesthetic, self-worth, and money.

Practical about themselves, understanding their worth in the material world and how others perceive them.

May appear aloof, but knows precisely what they want in a partner.

Will patiently wait for the right person who fulfills their needs and standards.

Prioritizes career or finances during single periods.

Potential imbalance if partnered with a water Mars sign, as they might yearn for love despite being comfortable alone.

Speaks highly of you, openly expressing affection and admiration.

Brings up your name in conversations, showcasing a deep pride and love.

Holds themselves to a standard of perfection, pushing for continuous improvement and sometimes feeling resentful for falling short.

Learns that self-worth is a gradual process, not a forced ascent.

Refined aesthetic taste with a strong inclination towards the arts, especially visual arts.

Enjoys concrete and physical expressions like sculpting, painting, and escaping into books.

Looks for love when it aligns with life plans and flows naturally.

Enjoys darker colors, earth tones, and may favor black without flashy appearances.

Dresses in a reserved, chic, professional, or vintage-inspired manner.

Appreciates rich earthy smells like coffee grounds, vetiver, and rainy woods, as well as clean spicy scents.

Loves food, particularly rich dishes with sentimental value.

Very good with money, enjoys it, and doesn't require much assistance.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to corporate types, mysterious, closed off, enigmatic, classy, and practical individuals.

May be drawn to businessmen, morticians, older people, architects, and mystics, venus in taurus, virgo, capricorn, scorpio & aquarius.

Romantic Behavior:

Takes love seriously with a guarded heart, feeling deeply in love.

Very romantic but often feels like gestures aren't sufficient, leading to inaction.

Shy and rarely flirts, but when they do it's straightforward and to the point.

Indicators of interest include trying to impress through achievements or appearance changes.

Finds dating challenging and tends to avoid it.

In relationships, seeks reassurance of worth, cherishment, and likes to be in charge but remains loyal for the long haul.

♉︎Taurus Venus:

Traits:

Intense, sweet, amorous, dependable, highly romantic, and artistic in matters of money, self-worth, and relationships.

Struggle with self-worth, often comparing themselves to a mental aesthetic and others' looks; need to recognize and appreciate their internal and external beauty.

Enjoys various creative pursuits, particularly art in all its forms, including poetry and fashion; may also have a love for cooking and music.

Craves pampering and security for genuine romantic love.

Adores style and cultivates a unique, expressive fashion sense rather than following trends.

Good with colors, with a preference for all colors, avoiding overly loud or aggressive shades.

Prefers luxurious and flavorful foods, often indulging in sweets; enjoys rich and intoxicating smells like vetiver and Spanish moss.

Envisions an ideal partner but may find it challenging to meet someone worthy.

Values luxury and comfort in relationships.

Willing to test suitors to identify the one truly devoted to love.

Surprisingly, adept at managing money; understands when to save and when to spend, with purchases typically substantial.

Attraction Preferences:

Looks for well-dressed, classy, debonair, and sturdy individuals who are reliable and appealing; may also be drawn to the starving artist.

Finds bankers, farmers, businesspeople, artists, singers, and chefs interesting romantically, as well as venus in capricorn, taurus, virgo, pisces and cancer.

Romantic Approach:

Shy and reticent in matters of the heart due to intense and deep feelings of love.

Signs of a Venus in Taurus crush include becoming soft-spoken, gentle, touchy, or direct stares.

Prefers silent coaxing and seduction, often not outwardly showing intentions but putting extra effort into appearance.

Enjoys giving little gifts and favors to catch someone's attention.

Loves being pursued, feeling special, and indulging in classical romance with all senses involved.

Like Capricorn, can wait patiently for the right match.

Envisions a future with you and strives to bring joy into your life.

Unable and unwilling to imagine a moment without you, showcasing deep emotional attachment

Craves physicality, contact, and commitment for a stable relationship; highly responsive and respects differences to achieve a harmonious equilibrium

♍︎ Virgo Venus:

Traits:

Analytical, helpful, idealistic, altruistic, and witty in dealing with aesthetic, self-worth, money, relationships, and romance.

Struggles with self-worth due to intense analysis of aesthetic and high expectations for perfection in artistic endeavors.

Needs to learn self-love by embracing flaws as part of the mortal experience.

May avoid Venusian activities out of fear of not being good enough, despite possessing skills in art, especially in sculpting, painting, gardening, and fitness.

Enjoys soft colors reminiscent of spring, woody browns, and greens.

Dresses in a conservative and professional style, conveying their identity concisely.

Prefers smells associated with comfort, cleanliness, citrus, vanilla, or fresh sheets.

Health-conscious and selective about food, considering taste and health reasons.

Analytical and good with money, excelling in facts, figures, and understanding the monetary value.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to practical, healing, intelligent, logical, and detail-oriented individuals.

Finds mechanics, scientists, doctors, researchers, and teachers attractive, venus in taurus, capricorn, virgo, cancer & scorpio.

Romantic Approach:

Shy and hesitant to initiate, prefers being pursued in romantic relationships.

Not inclined towards overt displays of affection or emotional expressions.

Tests partners subtly for devotion; silently contemplates moving on if betrayed.

Displays profound kindness, aiming to enhance your days with subtle yet impactful gestures.

May struggle with dating due to the ability to magnify minor flaws in others.

Indicates a crush by offering help with projects or problems, showing a genuine desire to assist.

Craves deep unconditional love and struggles with criticism due to self-critique.

Needs reassurance and to be cherished, emphasizing the existence of perfection through love.

Fire Signs: Seek thrill and excitement, desire an intoxicating romance.

♐Sagittarius Venus:

Traits:

Happy-go-lucky, adventurous, moralistic, and charitable in matters of self-worth, love, money, aesthetic, and romance.

Generally maintains a healthy self-worth with contagious perky confidence.

Enjoys flirting, playing the field, and has a childlike spirit, but must avoid becoming overly cocky.

Fondness for literature, poetry, spoken arts, and may engage in creative pursuits like music.

Views love as a game for entertainment.

Needs freedom; relationship flourishes with the right balance.

Prone to boredom and drawn to creative, unattainable partners.

Loves games, including sports or video games.

Looks for love randomly but avoids feeling tied down, keeping options open during the search.

Enjoys dramatic and vibrant colors that evoke a happy or jovial vibe.

Dresses in a comfortable and interesting sporty or hippy-esque manner.

Willing to compromise, recognizing the importance of give-and-take in maintaining the relationship.

Prioritizes the relationship over the desire for control.

Finds mentally stimulating and "foreign" foods delightful, especially spicy dishes.

Prefers earthy and floral smells, like fresh-cut flowers.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to different, free-thinking, scholarly, and jocular individuals.

May be drawn to professors, older people, athletes, large individuals, or sages, venus in sagittarius, leo, aries, aquarius and gemini.

Romantic Approach:

Doesn't take love too seriously and sees it as something to be enjoyed.

Expresses crush openly or tries to make the person laugh if attracted.

Enjoys dating, meeting new people, and tends to grow infatuated quickly.

Needs space and time to feel independent in romance.

Requires expansive and big gestures for true fulfillment.

Dislikes clichés, dense individuals, and clinginess.

Seeks a partner in crime and confidant for genuine engagement in a relationship.

♈︎Aries Venus:

Traits:

Pioneering, vivacious, unapologetic, and feisty in matters of self-worth, style, money, and relationships.

Healthy self-worth, with Venus influencing interests and self-definition.

In the arts for making striking, edgy statements rather than adhering to traditional beauty standards.

Fond of debate and mental combat; values independence and security for genuine love.

Striking style, athletic/provocative appearance, or an appearance that appears indifferent.

Fondness for warm colors and simple, comfortable fabrics; may enjoy spicy food and earthy smells.

Not overly concerned with money, views it as a necessity; can spend on expensive hobbies and toys.

Attraction Preferences:

Looks for spontaneous, fun-loving, extroverted, and exciting lovers; may find quiet but in-control individuals appealing.

Attracted to athletes, soldiers, mechanics (technical thinking), rebels, lawyers, construction workers, and rough individuals romantically and physically, venus in aries, leo, sagittarius, aquarius and gemini.

Romantic Approach:

Driven, direct, and open in the arena of love; willing to try anything once.

Sign of a Venus in Aries crush is teasing in good fun; loves to show off and impress the object of affection.

Enjoys the chase and seduction, though may grow bored quickly; awkwardly romantic and wants to pamper loved ones.

Enjoys the chase but may get bored once the conquest is achieved.

Requires physical and mental stimulation to stay in love.

In relationships, desires independence and control; dislikes being told what to do or competing.

Needy romantically, vocal, and somewhat pushy in expressing desires; values feeling appreciated and being treated as number one.

Reveals their vulnerable sides to you, emphasizing transparency and reciprocity.

Demonstrates an all-encompassing love once they've truly embraced their feelings for you.

♌︎Leo Venus:

Traits:

Bright, magnanimous, fun-loving, romantic, and superfluous in matters of self-worth, love, relationships, money, and aesthetic.

Self-worth can vary from low to overly high, often compensating and may appear arrogant.

Requires constant reassurance of self-value, sensitive to insults, and hides struggles behind a smile.

Enjoys the arts, excelling in activities where they can be in the spotlight, including sports and physical activities.

Seeks love when feeling unappreciated but waits for genuine needs.

Dresses in a sporty, casual, flashy, professional, or debonair style with a fondness for bright colors, gold, red, and occasionally black.

Enjoys giving attention and expects occasional reciprocity.

May become overwhelming when self-absorbed, needs grounding.

Loves spicy aromas, such as cinnamon, cardamom, and clove, as well as smooth scents like vanilla.

Enjoys indulging in various foods, especially childlike treats.

May spend generously, particularly for the enjoyment of others, requiring assistance in budgeting.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to showy, artistic, athletic, charismatic, and powerful individuals.

Loves glamour and grandiose declarations in relationships.

Seeks a loyal and committed partner who enhances their ego.

May find appeal in bosses, artists, actors, soldiers, royalty archetypes, and athletes.

Romantic Approach:

Goes all out in love, courting, pursuing, and wooing simultaneously.

Enjoys spectacular romance and is not shy about dating or the dating scene.

Expresses interest by going out of their way to impress and compliment, may straightforwardly communicate their feelings.

Desires to be treated like royalty, pampered, and made to feel special.

Expects reciprocity in passion, intensity, and drama to keep the relationship fresh.

Dislikes feeling unimportant and needs consistent expressions of love, yet maintains independence.

Water Signs: Seek a fairy tale romance, searching for a Prince or Princess.

♓︎Pisces Venus:

Traits:

Dreamy, romantic, loving, creative, and fantastical in matters of love, self-worth, money, relationships, and aesthetics.

May have a deluded sense of self, occasionally needing help to see themselves clearly.

Shy but enjoys occasional flirtation, especially in a playful context.

Attentively listens and remembers your words, valuing communication as a way to understand and love you better.

Enjoys hearing you talk, using it as an opportunity to deepen their understanding of you.

Enjoys art, particularly music, dance, and literature.

Often seeks love, viewing themselves as a part of a whole, searching for a profound connection.

Shy in pursuing but makes subtle gestures to be closer.

Needs to occasionally be more selfish in relationships.

Vulnerable to being taken advantage of due to an overly loving nature.

Loves colors reminiscent of the ocean and the sky, including dark to light blues, greens, purples, and black.

Fashion style can vary from free-flowing, ocean-breeze attire to trendy runway looks or understated appearances to avoid attention.

Enjoys aromas like the ocean, fruit, and candy.

Has a big appetite and loves seafood, sugary sweets, and food from different cultures.

Not overly materialistic but acquires money effortlessly, often spending it on loved ones.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to mystical, aloof, artistic, emotionally expressive, and structured individuals.

Compatibility with sailors, psychics, healers, artists, or therapists, venus in pisces, cancer, scorpio and maybe taurus.

Romantic Behavior:

Shy yet not afraid to initiate romantic gestures.

Signs of interest include leaving messages unread (a commitment test) and engaging in deep conversations beyond typical bedtime hours.

Prefers soulmate connections over casual dating.

Needs lots of love, affection, and care in a relationship.

Dislikes being perceived as overly dependent and can be disillusioned if their idealized image of a loved one shatters.

♋︎Cancer Venus:

Traits:

Affectionate, sentimental, sweet, romantic, and receptive in matters of self-worth, money, style, aesthetic, partnership, and love.

Healthy self-worth usually influenced by family perceptions and upbringing.

Tendency to become engrossed in memories, potentially distorting them, leading to psychic disharmony.

Enjoys emotionally fulfilling hobbies such as reading, acting, cooking, baking, gardening, and finds stimulation in architecture or interior design.

Looks for settling-down material in love, avoiding games.

Assumes the role of the nurturing mother in relationships.

Magnetic and alluring, attracts partners effortlessly.

Analyzes and evaluates relationships; values security and harmony.

Style may not always be fashionable but holds value and meaning, either following family styles or changing frequently to keep up with trends.

Fondness for pastels, silver shades, especially purple and blue, preferring a dapper look without being overly flashy.

Delighted by scents from home, ocean breeze, or a forest after rain, with a preference for earthy and fruity smells.

Loves cooking and food, attached to traditional dishes, with a craving for sweets and creamy treats.

Excellent with money, skilled in investment and business ownership.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to emotional, trustworthy, familiar, and loving individuals.

May also be drawn to sailors, travelers, royalty archetypes, poets, bodybuilders, and comedians, venus in cancer, scorpio, pisces, taurus and virgo.

Romantic Approach:

Shy but can pursue if necessary, values traditional romance and believes in love traditions like meeting the spouse's family.

Takes relationships seriously, finds letting go challenging.

Signs of a crush include blushing, bashfulness, attempts to talk, and revealing something emotional

Will push back if being used, prioritizes home harmony.

Invests considerable time in your company, fostering comfort and mutual ease.

Their presence brings a soothing calmness, contributing to a deep sense of connection.

Desires a fairy tale experience, appreciates sentimental mementos, and values cherishing shared memories.

Craves emotionality and feels hurt if emotions are disregarded, but can become clingy and manipulative if not moderated.

Extremely loyal and willing to weather the storm, not easily bored.

♏︎Scorpio Venus:

Traits:

Possessive, secretive, romantic, intense, loving, and creative in matters of self-worth, money, love, relationships, and mystique.

Tendency for relatively low self-worth, feeling unattractive, and presenting a facade to compensate, emphasizing the seriousness of love.

Craves cherishment and security for a safe and healthy self-worth.

Subconscious and energetically seductive, attracting both desired and unwanted things.

Displays creativity, viewing destruction as a form of creation, especially in music or activities involving breaking and destroying things.

Enjoys sports, video games, and may have various artistic talents.

Desires to merge and feel complete, often seeking love but may struggle when needing support.

Appreciates a variety of colors, with greens, purples, and blues drawing particular interest.

Dresses in a sporty, dark, artsy, or blending-in manner.

Prefers hypnotic and deep smells like dark chocolate, wine, and musky sea scents.

Enjoys spicy foods and exotic tastes that mentally and physically engage them.

Skilled with money and investing.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to intriguing, mysterious, closed-off, powerful, and emotionally intense individuals.

May find interest in surgeons, doctors, researchers, mystics, sailors, and chemists, venus scorpio, cancer, pisces, capricorn and virgo.

Romantic Approach:

Takes love seriously, aiming to make their significant other happy even if not overtly romantic.

Signs of a crush may include slight rudeness or playful power games, seeking attention harmlessly

Tests partners to determine worth, with potential psychological challenges.

Struggles to trust, but deepens emotionally when in love.

Sensitive to your emotions, quick to notice when you're feeling down.

Focuses on understanding and meeting your love language needs, especially during challenging times.

Serious about love, dating can be challenging.

Needs a partner who understands the intensity of their passions, values trust, and avoids deception.

Loyal and committed once invested in a relationship.

Air Signs: Seek innovators and intellectual connection in romance.

♒Aquarius Venus:

Traits:

Impersonal, creative, original, universal, and shocking in matters of relationships, love, aesthetic, self-worth, and money.

Usually has a healthy, if not detached, self-worth.

May distance themselves from the concept of "the self," which could be psychologically challenging.

Friendly and may unintentionally flirt; aesthetic taste is intriguing, embracing individuality and the arts.

Finds beauty in dreamy, surreal colors like pastels and neons.

Enjoys music, visual arts, poetry, and activities involving the mind like video games.

Looks for love when feeling a lack of a true community and seeks one-on-one connections.

Dress style may be striking, eclectic, modern, or fitting a group aesthetic with a hint of a hippy flair.

Enjoys scents like the ocean, clean, light, breezy, and sweet aromas like cotton candy.

Appreciates complex and unique flavors for mental stimulation.

Good with money but prone to sudden spending sprees.

Preferences in Others:

Likes individuals who are aloof, idiosyncratic, distant, unattainable, intelligent, and humanitarian.

Attracted to musicians, scientists, researchers, astrologers/mystics, and philanthropists, venus in aquarius, gemini, libra, aries and saggitarius.

Romantic Behavior:

Cerebral about love but values its importance.

Indicators of interest are sporadic and confusing, ranging from acting like you don't exist to wanting to hang out.

Struggles with the balance between independence and craving companionship

Craves stability and loyalty despite a logical façade.

Expresses feelings through late-night texts, sharing thoughts they might hesitate to say in person.

Fickle in courtship; captivates with eccentricities.

Values freedom, loyalty, and stability; may become depressed without them.

Not particularly fond of dating and may see it as a waste of time.

In a relationship, seeks reliability paired with excitement and random, unexpected events.

Once committed, tends to stay, being a fixed sign.

♊︎Gemini Venus:

Traits:

Charming, poetic, sociable, witty, and cunning in matters of self-worth, love, aesthetic, finances, and relationships.

Self-worth tied to communication skills and fitting into the community, needing to learn that being liked doesn't equate to true beauty.

Enjoys various creative pursuits, including dance, music, poetry, and a genuine love for conversation; may also have a fondness for sports.

Requires stimulation in a relationship, finds love more fun than necessary.

Trendy in fashion, stylish, adaptable to changing trends; values fashion as a form of communication.

Likes bright colors, especially various shades of blues, and tends to shy away from dark colors.

Enjoys a variety of food, likes to be intellectually engaged with what they eat, with a fondness for sour and childlike sweet foods.

Attracted to citrusy, sharp, and clean smells, such as fresh sheets.

Doesn't overly focus on money, invests well, and can be impulsive with hobbies or travel urges

Thrives on communication; requires mental stimulation.

Loses interest if not intellectually engaged.

Easily uses people for temporary connections until captivated elsewhere.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to intellectual, well-informed, sporty, suave, and aesthetically pleasing individuals; may appreciate the "wholesome person next door" aesthetics.

Finds PR people, librarians, professors, bosses, writers, actors, athletes, or local individuals attractive, compatible with venus in aquarius, gemini, libra, sagittarius & aries.

Romantic Approach:

Flirty, fun-loving, and eager in romantic relationships.

Displays goofiness or attempts to make the other person laugh when they have a crush.

Enjoys intellectual play and wants a partner who can match their quickness.

Thrives on humor, eureka moments, and engagement of the mind.

Enjoys the thrill of the chase but may grow bored with monotony; long-distance relationships can work well.

Loves learning about their partner, so keeping them guessing and engaged is crucial.

♎Libra Venus:

Traits:

Harmonious, diplomatic, balanced, romantic, and idealistic in self-worth, money, love, and relationships.

Self-worth is influenced by how others treat them, seeking approval and universal love, but can struggle with feeling not good enough.

Needs to learn self-love and not rely solely on others for integral well-being.

Enjoys flirting and charm, finding exhilaration in social interactions and fun with potential mates and friends.

Naturally gifted in the arts, excelling in fashion, architecture, and textiles.

Actively looks for love, deeming it important and feeling lonely without it.

Ruled by Venus; loves beauty, luxury, comfort, and diplomacy.

Attracts potential partners effortlessly due to appealing qualities.Has varied color preferences based on cultural definitions of balance, avoiding reactions in people.

Trendy and hip in dressing, adapting to current aesthetics without growing overly fond of styles.

Enjoys bright, sunny smells like orange and mango, along with fruity, gentle, and sugary scents.

Adores sweet foods, indulges the senses, and may overspend on luxuries, requiring help in budgeting.

Attraction Preferences:

Attracted to polite, intelligent, artistic, and politically savvy individuals.

May find interest in lawyers, decorators, doctors, venus in libra, gemini, aquarius, leo and sagittarius.

Romantic Approach:

Ruled by social convention, enjoys romantic gestures seen in movies and media.

Can be passive romantically but enjoys playing cat and mouse games, flirting, and having fun, even if shyly.

Signs of a crush include compliments, offers to help, and extending invitations to social events.

Needs a fun, light, and very romantic partner to feel complete.

Values trust in friends and lovers, seeking someone to share both joy and dark times

May withdraw if harmony is disrupted; values care and nurturing.

Can harbor deep rage if pushed to the limit in a toxic relationship.

Communicates emotions through their eyes, conveying the depth of their love without words.

Enjoys the dating scene, finding joy in getting to know potential partners.

Dislikes crass or unpleasant partners who embarrass them.

Lives in a realm of pure ideals, exhibiting prince/princess charming-like qualities.

[blogport]

EPOXYSHİNE - DRAGON+ (3)

Epoxy floor coating is not just a practical choice for enhancing the durability of your flooring; it's also a stylish solution that can transform any space. Whether you're a homeowner looking to revamp your garage or a business owner seeking reliable commercial flooring solutions, understanding the benefits of epoxy will help you make informed decisions. As you search for "floor polishing near me," consider how an expertly applied epoxy coating can elevate your interiors while providing a long-lasting finish. 

Epoxy Floor Coating

Epoxy floor coating is a highly durable and resilient flooring solution that has gained popularity in both residential and commercial spaces. This type of coating is made from a combination of resin and hardener, creating a strong bond when applied to existing concrete surfaces. The result is a seamless surface that can withstand heavy foot traffic, chemicals, and abrasions.

One of the major benefits of epoxy floor coating is its versatility. It can be customized in various colors and finishes, including high-gloss and matte textures. This means that property owners can choose a look that complements their interior design while still providing the durability they require. Additionally, the smooth finish of epoxy makes it easy to clean and maintain, which is particularly advantageous in commercial settings.

Furthermore, the installation process for epoxy floor coating is relatively quick, often completed within a few days. However, it’s essential to hire professionals who have the expertise and equipment to ensure a flawless application. The right team will properly prepare the surface, allowing for optimal adhesion and longevity of the coating.

Floor Polishing Near Me

When searching for floor polishing near me, it's essential to find a service that not only meets your expectations but also understands the unique needs of your flooring. Professional floor polishing can revitalize old surfaces, restoring their shine and luster while protecting them from future wear and tear.

Many local companies offer specialized services in floor polishing that cater to various materials, including hardwood, tile, and concrete. A quick search in your area will yield numerous options, allowing you to compare prices, services, and customer reviews to find the best fit for your needs.

Additionally, hiring professionals for floor polishing ensures that the job is done correctly and efficiently. They use advanced equipment and high-quality products that not only enhance the appearance of your floors but also extend their lifespan. So, don't hesitate to reac

Commercial Flooring Solutions

Commercial flooring solutions are essential for businesses seeking to enhance their aesthetic appeal while also ensuring durability and functionality. The choice of flooring can greatly influence the overall atmosphere of a commercial space, leading to improved employee morale and customer satisfaction.

Among the various options available, epoxy floor coatings stand out due to their seamless finish and resistance to heavy foot traffic. These coatings not only provide a sleek look but also protect the underlying surface from wear and tear, making them ideal for warehouses, retail spaces, and industrial environments.

Moreover, businesses often explore additional options such as vinyl flooring, carpet tiles, and laminate surfaces to meet specific needs. Each of these materials offers unique advantages, allowing business owners to choose the most suitable flooring solution that aligns with their operational demands and aesthetic preferences.

Metallic Epoxy Floor

A metallic epoxy floor offers a stunning visual appeal that enhances the aesthetic of any space. The reflective properties of the metallic pigments create a unique look, resulting in a three-dimensional effect that can mimic a variety of surfaces, such as water, marble, or even molten metal. This type of flooring is especially popular in modern homes, showrooms, and commercial spaces, providing an eye-catching yet durable surface.

One of the significant advantages of a metallic epoxy floor is its durability. This flooring solution is resistant to stains, chemicals, and impacts, making it ideal for high-traffic areas. Additionally, it is easy to clean and maintain, which means that business owners and homeowners can save time and resources. The seamless nature of epoxy flooring also contributes to a hygienic environment, especially in spaces like hospitals or laboratories.

Installing a metallic epoxy floor can be a customized process, allowing property owners to choose their preferred colors and patterns. Whether you’re looking for a sleek, industrial look or a vibrant, artistic finish, this flooring solution can be tailored to meet your unique vision. By consulting with professionals, you can ensure that your metallic epoxy floor is installed correctly and maximizes its longevity and beauty.

[boozenboze]

That Fuckin Rat

Tf!141 x Fydor Dostoyevsky M!reader

Summary: It’s hard to believe that Makarov isn’t the main one behind the attacks, and that he had a little friend who had plenty of tricks up his sleeve’s.

Females DNI

Terrorists, we all hate them. Reasons all being obvious. Some were too sneaky, smart, and overall just a pain to society. Makarov was one of them, the man’s name being heard plenty times before. He was smug, extremely condescending, and practically unreadable. It had taken years for military to actually keep up with his antics.

Though of course, there is always someone else helping behind the scenes of someones dirty work. His name wasn’t known, hell there was barely any information on the man at all. What was known, was that he was assisting Makarov with his plans, though his motives were unclear.

______

It was a peaceful day on the streets of Chicago. People going out for a run, getting ready for work, kids going to school. Just usual things that you’d see on a week day. A man was sitting inside, legs crossed as he sat with his hands in his lap. He wore a white button up shirt, white pants, and ushanka hat. A waiter brought some tea to his table, her eyes having been locked on him since he’d walk in.

He was clearly a looker, from his natural facial features to his style. It all looked and gave distinguished gentleman. His eyes were slightly droopy, making him look tired, but the small smile he had on his face sad otherwise.

He nodded at the waiter, silent thanks as he took the cup in his hand, eyes closing. As he took a sip, another woman entered the establishment. She was older, wearing a blue button up shirt with a white jacket. Her dirty blonde hair brought up into a bun giving her a clean, professional look. She sat at a table near the Russian man, setting her computer down and typing something before calling a waiter over.

The man glanced over at the new customer in the establishment, humming before setting his tea back on the table. Due to his hair, the people around him would automatically miss the earpiece he had in his left ear. He spoke very lowly, so his words weren’t audible. Though as soon as he stood up he was met with a hand grabbing his arm, forcing him to sit back down.

His eyes widened, looking over to so a man. He was clearly older, hence the beard and more gruff appearance. His eyes were blue, and he wore a beanie atop his head.

“Excuse me, may I hel-”

“Close your mouth, listen closely.” The man spoke gruffly, hand still gripping the slimmer mans arm. “Your gonna exit out the back door, don’t draw attention to yourself. We don’t need things getting bloody, not here.”

There was a brief moment of silence before the s/c skinned male replied.

“And why would I, comply to such a request… hm?” The male questioned, looking down to see the mans other hand, that wielded a pistol. The h/c haired males facial expression held one of calmness with a mix of annoyance. He shifted his gaze to another table, noticing how a darker skinned male was eyeing him down, he squinted for a moment before looking forward again, sighing. He smiled, chuckling slightly, though there was no humor behind it.

“Ok…lets go.”

—————

Being dragged into the alleyway between two buildings wasn’t part if the plan, but here he was.

“I see you got him.” A woman, the same woman with the dirty blonde hair said as she followed out the door. The darker skinned man spoke up, looking back at her, hand’s keeping the Russian man from trying anything. The e/c eyed male had his head slumped downwards, eyes locked on the concrete beneath him.

“Getting closer our goal aren’t we Laswell.” The dark skinned male said, looking at the woman. He pulled the h/c haired male by the arms, making the males back bump into him with a light thud.

The woman, now identified as Laswell hummed. “This is part of it, though it’s quite obvious that we’d need more than just..” Laswell stopped talking, looking at the h/c haired male who hadn’t said a word since they exited the establishment. Another individual, with a mohawk was glaring at the man now in their custody, as well as another large man who was in the dark corner of the alley.

There wasn’t any struggle to put the man into the vehicle that the 5 peple had arrived in. He was seated in the back seat in the middle, now being trapped between the dark skinned male and the man with the mohawk. The woman sat in the passenger seat, while the older man sat in the drivers seat. The large man with the skull mask, sat in the very back of the vehicle, silent, though his presence was known.

They pulled out of the alleyway, the vehicle now going onto the road. After just listening to the 5 individuals address and converse with one another, it was clear that he’d just been taken by Military. He found it very odd that they found him in such a place at such time. He was always extremely careful when he made arrangements for…shipments, though he supposed anything was possible.

“So…would you mind telling me how you all found me?” The h/c haired male questioned, keeping his haze ahead. There was no response, only the sound of the engine revving being heard. The male scoffed, rolling his eyes before muttering “rude”.

——Timeskip——

Cuffed by the wrists and ankles on a chair in an interrogation room wasn’t something M/n was planning on.

What a pity, fools did all this just to catch little ol’ me? I must say I’m flattered. M/n thought to himself, sly grin creeping onto his face as he threw his head back and chuckled.

“Hello~ anyone there? You’re not the only ones who have plans ya know!~” m/n called out, not getting a response due to him being the only one in the room….Well, not exactly, if you count the cameras that the 141 was watching him from.

————

“So, who wants to give it a try.” Price spoke, his response being silence from the other 3 men. Gaz looked to the side awkwardly, Soap whistling in attempts to seem like he wasn’t listening, and Ghost was standing in the corner of the room, arms crossed. He looked annoyed, possibly because of the current situation. The man’s voice irked him, and not in a good way.

This man had assisted Makarov…only God knows how many times throughout the years, and now he’s here. Something was wrong though. They caught him too easily, and the way he just cooperated didn’t really sit right.

They’ve heard the rumors that had circulated around him, one person describing him to be soulless. Like a vampire, which is one spot on comparison since he looks like one. The look in his eyes had anything but genuine emotion, more malice then anything.

Ghost had seen it all, quite literally during his time on the field. He had no tolerance for slackers and cockiness, and when things needed to get done, they were sure as hell gon done with him. So as he emerged from the darkness of the corner he was in, attention being drawn to him due to the slight ruffling noise of him moving.

“I’ll handle this.” Ghost spoke, voice rough with his Manchester accent being firm. Seems like the lieutenant wants to get this over with as soon as possible, as he left the room. As the door shut behind him, Price smirked and shook his head in amusement.

“Don’t think LT’s gonna blow the guys head off eh?” Soap asked jokingly, not completely forgetting whom they were dealing with.

“Think you mean the other way around.” Gaz replied, looking at the security cameras, seeing the door open to the room their capture was in.

————

M/n looked towards the door, eyebrows raised as he watched Ghost enter the room. His larger figure towering over him in an intimidating manner. Despite this, M/n wasn’t nervous at all. Instead, a cocky grin came upon his features.

“Well this should be interesting.” M/n spoke, tilting his head to the left, hat following in suit as Ghost sat in the chair across from him.

The bigger man crosses his arms, glaring at the man who seemed completely unfazed by his appeal. Ghost was intrigued, sitting back before speaking up.

“Let’s make this quick, you’re working with Makarov and you’ve been supplying him with explosives.” Ghost spoke firmly, voice being the loudest thing in the room besides their breathing.

M/n smirked, looking at Ghost with mischief within his e/c eyes.

“Indeed I have.” M/n spoke, shifting in his chair to sit up straight. “I must say i’m quite impressed that you sll were able to catch me.”

M/n stared right into Ghosts skull, eyes practically stabbing into his entire being. Ghost didn’t falter, reciprocating the stare behind his mask.

“So, do you all plan on keeping me here or-”

“Makarov’s planning an attack somewhere, but we haven’t been able to get a lead on where.” Ghost said, cutting him off quickly. “You work with him, your his supplier, therefore you know where he is.”

Ghost spoke sternly, staring M/n down with a cold and empty look. M/n hummed, chuckling and throwing his head back before looking down into his lap.

“I do, but I have no intention to tell you.” M/n stated, Russian accent making his voice sound oddly mesmerizing. Sexy if anything.

Ghost stared at him, a few minutes of silence going by before he stood up and walked over to M/n. He stood above him, looking down at the restraint man before wrapping his hand around his neck. The s/c skinned male let out a groan, feeling the hand tighten around his neck. He let out an airish chuckle, glaring up at Ghost who glared back.

The male took in a large amount of air when he was released, clearing his throat before speaking up.

“Well that isn’t very polite now isn’t it?” M/n spoke, looking up at Ghost with slightly hooded eyes. “Alright, I’ll tell you what you want.”

M/n rose his hands in defeat, cuffs making a slight clinking sound when he did. Ghost hummed, going back to sit in his chair.

“If you’re gonna talk, do it now.” Ghost said, being completely serious with his words, belligerence underneath his current calm demeanor.

M/n grinned, fixing his position in his chair.

“Makarov is actually planning on attacking close by.” M/n said, looking Ghost in the eye. He didn’t miss how Ghost’s eyes widened, brown irises holding shock.

“You pulling my leg?” Ghost questioned, sitting up. His demeanor changed dramatically, a sense of urgency now in his actions. M/n gave him a blank face, tilting his head before smiling.

“Yeah, besides its not like you’d be able to find him anyway.” M/n said cockily, giving a mischievous smirk. “You soldiers are too easy to get over on, and the only reason you believed me is because I’m hot and have Russian accent.”

Ghost felt like he was seething now, glaring at M/n before standing up.

“Fucking rat.”

Ghost spat before leaving the room. This wasn’t like him, but something about M/n really got under his skin.

A/n: this was lowkey rushed, and I have some editing to do 😅

[saintship]

14 " I dont hate you" with könig pretty please :33

Prompt #14 - “I don’t hate you.”

Whoopsie took forever cause I made it long B)

König x Reader - change

It wasn’t usual for the task force to travel by train; it was expensive, it was vulnerable, and the tracks left a clear trail behind them. It was the last choice, and only because of the snowstorm that had swept over the rendezvous so viciously it nearly downed their extraction helicopter. The windows of the safehouse shook, and their radios barely clung to the lines.

They began to trudge through when the wind calmed down a bit. The station was closed to civilians because of the conditions, but a flash of identification tended to get Price beyond most closed doors in the world.

The empty train cars were eerie, but the extra space was a rare convenience, giving plenty of space to store equipment, treat injuries, and even lay down.

“They cleared out the booze!” Soap complained over his shoulder from the dining car, his loud rummaging making Price sigh.

“I’m happy I’m not sleeping on cobwebs, mate.” Gaz leaned against where he’d propped up his backpack, tilting his hat over his eyes. You sat across the aisle from Gaz, smiling at the interaction before a booming voice interrupted the moment.

“You can sleep?” His voice preceded him.

“We get it, König!” Gaz grumbled from under his hat.

König leaned into the car, ducking his head to get through before settling across from you. His uniform was blood stained and muddy from fighting off several enemy soldiers bare-handed that day. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t let anyone forget about it.

“Did you see when I threw dieses schwein over my shoulder?” He demonstrated the move where he had tossed a man over his shoulder like he weighed nothing, his eyes shining under his mask.

For the rest of the task force, König was being a showoff, irritating, what have you. But you had a different problem entirely.

You almost wish you could feel annoyed; watching him handle himself that way just made the underlying feelings for him catch like a bright flame.

“es war Wahnsinn Sergeant!”

You nodded, trying not to imagine how bright his smile was at the moment, even if it was concealed. König laughed breathlessly before looking around. He noticed the others’ irritated faces, their wavering attention.

“I am sorry.. I should clean up, anyway, yes?” His laugh was a bit emptier this time as he rose to his feet. “I did not mean to bother you after such a mission, Sergeant.” He added softly.

You looked up at him, near panicking at his defeated eyes. “No, no, you’re not-"

“It’s alright.”

And then he was gone; looking more tired with each step out of the train car. You massaged your temple with your palm, cursing yourself. If you could just keep your feelings professional, König wouldn’t be sulking in the shower right now. Even though you knew his fears were misguided, you couldn’t help but watch the sliding door, silently begging for him to return with the smell of soap and aftershave trailing his path. You could always see when his damp hair was starting to soak through his face covering, no doubt irritating, but still he remained concealed.

You were frustrated at the team, but chewing them out would do nothing but irritate them more. You stripped off your vest, the cool rush of air soothing on your body as you made your way to the last car.

There, you had known, was a window that you could watch the passing tunnel through. The lights lining the concrete path glowed a soft orange, gentle compared to the fluorescent white that illuminated the inside of the train. You settled with your knees brought up to your chest, the cool glass soothing the ache in your temple as you rested against it. The faint roar of the tracks distracted you as your exhaustion finally settled to relax your muscles.

The car door opened.

You looked up to see what you’d been looking for, but more. He was in a sweater and fresh uniform pants, his boots, but what wasn’t covered surprised you.

His hands; scarred and fidgeting, exposed without his usual gloves. Your eyes traveled to drink in what he gave you; his neck, his eyes and forehead, his hair still damp from his shower. He wore a similar mask that Ghost did when they went drinking; a simple nose and mouth covering. It was the most you’d ever seen.

“I had to wash the.. I had to wash my hood..”

He didn’t want to say he couldn’t bear the smell of the blood and dirt so close to his face, or that standing here was making his heart race like he was still out there.

You nod. “You okay? You’re usually.. I don’t know, loud.” You smile, trying desperately to tell him that’s exactly the König you loved.

“I uh.. I may need to pull back on that. I’m no use if I’m—exhausting. You know?”

“You’re not exhausting.” You state, turning to sit properly and look up at him.

“You’re very kind, Sergeant, but I only want to be better for—for the team.”

You blinked, catching the pause in his deflection.

“For the team?”

“Yes.”

“It just sounded like you were going to say something else.”

It was only then you noticed his ears were practically glowing pink.

“I wasn’t.”

You shook your head quickly. “Regardless, you shouldn’t change yourself on a hunch. You’re bright, you’re energetic, and that’s amazing. It’s part of what makes you such a good Colonel; you don’t give in to that hopelessness that follows us everywhere..” you sigh. “I don’t want you to change.”

He shifted on his feet, blinking as his brow furrowed. You could almost tell what he was thinking when you could see his eyes clearly.

“I’m the highest rank on this train. I shouldn’t be acting this way.”

“Why not?”

“Because-" König huffed. “A Colonel that everybody hates is asking for mistakes. For injuries, for mistrust.”

“I don’t hate you.” You replied easily.

He sighed, palming his forehead with his other hand settling on his hip. You tried your hardest to not stare at the muscles of his arms that showed themselves even past the cozy fabric of his sweater.

“Verdammt.. my subordinates must respect me. If they don’t-"

“König, you are their superior. They will respect you or face the consequences, and that includes me. You could send me away right now and tell me to get out of your business, and I would listen, even if I don’t want to. You need to have respect for yourself.”

He nodded slowly, sighing. “I suppose I must,” he sat beside you. “respect myself. Before I ask for it.”

“I trust you.” You admit. He lay a hand on your shoulder, the warmth of his bare palm soothing in the cold train car. “I trust you too.” He replied quietly.

Soap had ended up scavenging around enough to produce a few bottles of champagne, to which you and König walked in on. Price shut down Soap’s inclination to shake the bottle, but did allow him to unstick the cork with his knife, the bubbles spilling slightly as he poured several glasses. You watched, smiling, as the young sergeants drank while Ghost and Price spoke quietly over their own glasses.

“You’re not having one?” König murmured. You shook your head. “I never know what I need to be sober for.”

He hummed, leaning back. “I’ll always join a friend in sobriety.”

“You are kind that way.” You reply softly.

He glanced at you. “Ja?”

You nod. “And today.. when you cleared that group..”

He eyes didn’t leave yours, the deep ochre seeming to shine at your words.

“I was hit pretty bad. You may have saved my life.”

“Instinct, Sergeant.” He retorted. “Anyone would have done it.”

“Anyone would have swept five men in under a minute with two hands and a baton?”

His ears were red again. “What’s important is that it’s taken care of now.”

Before you could reply, the last of the group was retiring for bed, nodding their goodnights and leaving you and König alone. You turned to him.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping..”

He nodded.

“I’ve never seen your hair before tonight.. it’s nice. Matches your eyes.”

König absentmindedly lifted a hand to card through his dark brown hair, looking to the side. “Danke..”

You realized at that moment that you could smell his shampoo and felt a twinge dizzy from the warmth that lit up in your ribs.

“Thank you for what you said back there.” He spoke gently. “You feel.. refreshing.”

“Do I?” You smiled.

He laughed gently. “Well.. I’m not the most approachable.”

“Sounds like their problem to me.” You retorted. “Besides, just because you’re tall, and.. you know.. doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some comradery.”

“What was that in the middle?” Another laugh seeped through his words. “Tall and..?”

“And..” You shifted slightly, avoiding his eyes. “Muscular.. I suppose.”

“Suppose?”

“Shut up.” You complain.

He laughed properly now, his eyes shining adorably.

“My apologies..”

You huffed, but smiled as his laughter faded slowly.

“You have a nice laugh.”

He tilted his head. “Don’t think flattery will get you anywhere professionally, Sergeant..”

“Is it flattery if it’s true?”

“Oh, you..” Another laugh rumbled in his chest. “You are trouble.”

“How is that?”

“You’re making me have thoughts I shouldn’t.”

Suddenly, the clattering of the tracks was the only sound between the two of you. You blinked in surprise at his words, but your smile didn’t quite waver.

“I’m so sorry, that was completely-"

“What thoughts?”

He made a noise halfway between a laugh and a scoff, shifting in the booth you both sat in.

“Nothing, please, forget I said anything.”

“Why did you come and find me after walking off?”

“Sergeant.”

His voice was firm, and you knew to back down for the moment.

“What I’m thinking—what I’m feeling.. it is unprofessional.”

“I would think you hold enough respect for me to have my own opinion of what these feelings mean but if you will not tell me-"

“Do you truly want to know?”

“Yes!”

“Fine.” His hands came down on his legs in frustration as he leaned forward “I have had feelings for you for many weeks. I have known you for many years, I am not one to crack easily, but you’ve managed it. I care for you in a way that is not appropriate for a Colonel and Sergeant, and that is fact.”

“We are adults.” You insisted.

“We are military.” His voice was unwavering. “This cannot happen.”

“It can.”

“It cannot.”

“Not as long as you keep yourself wound up so tight! There is a way to be together in the way I know you want, you just need to trust me.”

“I trust you with my life!”

“So be in mine! Ignoring this will solve nothing!”

“I can’t risk your expulsion, Sergeant.” He sighed, his head in his hands. Your heart twisted at his stress, the muscles of his shoulders tense with worry.

“König..”

“I should go.”

“What? Have you been listening to me at all?”

“I can’t do this.” He rose to his feet, but you caught his elbow before he could walk out.

“You tell me you want this, and then you leave?”

“You asked.”

“You said yes!”

You stood toe to toe now, and you released his arm when he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s not as if I don’t want you. It’s not.. it’s not as if.. what am I saying..” He squeezed his eyes shut, sighing again.

You slowly take one of his hands in yours; this hand that has snapped bones and pulled the triggers of firearms, this hand that is still so warm in yours.

“You really think this could work?” He wasn’t taunting, rather a light curiousness in his tone.

“Yes..”

He squeezed your hand, pulling you a big closer to hold you to his chest.

Your arms returned his embrace, cradling his back.

“I hope you know this won’t result in a promotion.”

You huff a laugh. “You’ve seen through my lies..”

“Is that so?” He murmured. You saw the smile in his eyes. He seemed to search your face for a moment, considering something.

“Close your eyes.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“Surprise.”

“Oh, god..” You close your eyes, tilting your head.

“Don’t open them.”

His voice seemed clearer; it didn’t have a muffled tone as it usually did.

“I won’t..”

You felt the whisper of his breath on your cheek before he placed a kiss there, withdrawing slowly.

“König..”

“Open them..” He sounded apprehensive, strange coming from someone so brash, so unrelenting to the enemy.

For a moment, you shut your eyes tighter. “Are you sure?”

You felt his palms cradle your jaw. “Yes.”

Slowly, you lifted your eyes to look at him, this man that you had known for years and loved for months, the man who had saved your life more times than you had fingers to count on. Now, with his angled nose and parted lips, an almost imperceptible smattering of freckles below his eyes, the shadow of the absence of face razors while on mission.

“You’re beautiful, König..”

Your words almost fled from your lips without permission; the confession was simply a truth you’d barely had the strength to hold back until this moment.

He smiled. He smiled with a crooked lilt, and you were grateful he was partially holding you upright.

“So are you..”

You couldn’t help but step closer, glance back at his lips, his nose, his freckles.

“Permission to proceed, Colonel?” You practically breathed near his lips.

Rather than retort your poorly placed joke, he closed that breath of a distance for a kiss more gentle than you thought was possible. One of his hands ran a thumb along your cheekbone while the other pulled you closer by the small of your back, tracing lazy patterns there, too.

He separated only for breath, the fluorescent lights gleaming off the sheen of his parted lips.

You began to attempt a sentence, but he leaned in again, chasing the closeness he’d been aching for. His lips worked like flowing water, satiating, encouraging. You were stunned into near silence until you felt his tongue brush along your lower lip, at which a low hum rose from your throat. When you allowed the kiss to deepen, you felt the teeth of his smile before he graced you with venturing even further.

The room felt like it would spin wildly if you opened your eyes, and you clung to him like a life raft.

Your heart raced out of your ribs as you separated, panting like animals. His thumb wiped at your lip; he seemed almost fascinated by what he’d left.

“Price will.. come out soon..” Your voice was somehow hoarse as you made no move to separate. He hummed in agreement, glancing at the sliding door before looking back at you with a dazed expression. “You should get some sleep anyway..” He said softly. Before you could complain that you didn’t want to leave, he’d lifted you to rest against his chest as he headed for his sleeping car.

“König!” You clung to his shoulders. “Don’t drop me..”

“I will not drop you.” He rolled his eyes.

You made a small, disbelieving noise, but continued to rest on his chest, exhaustion starting to seep back into your muscles.

The sleeping car was cramped, especially for him, but he laid down without a fuss and held you with him, slipping off your shoes and socks for you and laying down an extra blanket when you shivered. He pulled the comforter over the both of you, smiling when you hugged his waist and shuffled closer.

“You’ll warm up..” He rubbed your back, assuring you. He looked down to ask something when he noticed your gentle breathing and relaxed hands that were previously clinging to his sweater.

“Rest well..”

[cleansealpolish]

Concrete floor restoration in Sydney-High-pressure cleaning in Northern beaches

https://cleansealpolish.com.au/about-us Concrete floor restoration in Sydney-High-pressure cleaning in Northern beaches Transform your concrete floors with our expert restoration services in Sydney, complemented by high-pressure cleaning in Northern Beaches. From reviving tired surfaces to ensuring spotless cleanliness, our professional team delivers exceptional results. Experience the difference today.

[fairycosmos]

hi, just curious if you're able to answer this, what happened with becca? currently struggling with a sibling with addiction issues and wanted to get some perspective

she'd been on and off drugs experimentally/recreationally since she was like 17, but when the pandemic hit in 2020 she spiralled very quickly over the course of a few months into addiction which was worsened by her dating (and moving the guy into our house) another person struggling with severe addiction. we tried to kick him out when she got bad but they basically went out onto the streets together so we had to let them back in. to make a long story much shorter she was on a lot more shit than we realised, she choked in her sleep on aug 25 2020 and had a cardiac arrest. cpr didn't help, her shitty boyfriend didn't help, nothing helped. it was too late basically. all of this is messed up and blurry in my head so there's much more to it than that but that's the gist of it. in the weeks leading up i tried tirelessly to talk to her about it, mostly over text even though we were all living in the same house but in seperate rooms due to covid at the time. i would send her these big walls of text about how this wasn't right and how bad things were and she would agree but basically just mollify me, lie to me etc though i do believe that having those conversations was nessecary. just letting her know that i understand, that i'm here, that i know she's scared and in immense pain but that we can make small steps in the right direction together etc. while also being almost harsh and upfront about the harm she is causing and the way she was hurting herself and everyone around her. she had a doctor's appointment booked the week after she died to talk about the drugs and i do think she intended on going, but she was just such a mess. i don't have any concrete advice because it felt so hopeless at the time, talking to her was like talking to a brick wall. i was so fucking angry and upset about her situation and the way she was that it was hard to even interact with her sometimes. the spiral was so fast with her and that made it so difficult to guage what to do. but if you can continue talking to them on a human level, bringing up examples of their recent behaviour that has crossed the line, pushing for the idea of seeing a professional/local addiction resources or hotlines, then that's all you can do. i know how hard this is on you too and i know it is a special type of exhausting and endless hell to love an addict. all you can do is try your best not to facilliate the addiction while doing what you can to support getting them into recovery. there are a lot of addiction centers, support groups and hotlines that offer advice and support for loved ones - i would really encourage you to seek those out for more professional and exstensive guidance. i really hope they get clean eventually and i reall hope you're taking care of yourself and being kind with yourself throughout this whole thing. i'm really sorry it's happening to you, your sibling and your family. please know i'm here if you ever need a friend or someone to vent to about it. x

supporting someone with addiction / how to help an addict without enabling / helping someone who is misusing drugs or alcohol/ info about interventions / how to help a friend or family member with addiction / tips for supporting someone recovering from addiction/overcoming drug addiction

[autisticlenaluthor]

Music

'When all you wanted was to be wanted, wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now'

-

Kara arrives fifteen minutes early. 

She gets dropped off in front of the school by Eliza, and promises her she’ll be okay on her own. Once she’s alone, she crosses the quad by herself.

Earbud strings dangle across Kara’s body as she walks, head down, focused on the leaves and how they crunch beneath her boots. Taylor Swift’s Fearless echos through the tiny speakers and Kara can’t help but drum her fingers against her thigh to the beat.

The air is salty and damp with the smell of fallen leaves. It feels almost like she’s stepped into a painting, with the castle-like brick building in the foreground. It’s surrounded by trimmed hedges and trees with orange branches. Alex has always said private school kids are a different breed. But god, is their world fascinating. 

She finds the meeting spot with relative ease. It’s a round concrete picnic table just off the main path, near the massive lion statue Lena described in her email. Kara sits and plops her backpack beside her, quieting the music on her iPod so she can focus as she takes out her pens and spiral notebook. 

It’s supposed to be a simple project.

Sophomores from Metropolis Tech work with sophomores from the all-girls private school, Spence to clean up parks in the city. The whole thing is worth five extra credit points on her Earth Science final. Five extra credit points Kara desperately needs- because what kind of cruel joke is it to put an alien in Earth Science when they’ve only been on the planet for a year? 

She gets her stuff organized and looks up, freezing when she sees the girl she’s been paired up with standing across the table. For someone with super hearing– spatial awareness does not seem to be a skill Kara possesses. 

“You’re– are you Lena?” She stammers. 

The girl nods. She has raven hair and pale skin like the vampires in the movies Alex forces her to watch. For a second, Kara selfishly wonders if she might be an alien too. She just looks so unlike the other people Kara knows. But Eliza says it’s rude to make assumptions, so Kara quickly tries to suppress those thoughts. Lena would likely perceive being asked about her home planet as a targeted insult. 

“I’m Kara, it’s nice to meet you,” Kara says after a moment. “I like your outfit– you look so professional!”

Lenas brow furrows as she looks down at herself. She’s wearing a grey sweater vest with a blue crest over a white button-down and blue plaid skirt. 

“It’s a uniform,” she says. “We all wear this.” 

“Oh.” 

Kara scans the campus- for the first time noticing all the girls in identical get-ups, all paired with knee-socks and Mary Jane shoes. A few of them wear dresses instead of skirts, one or two with school-branded sweatpants beneath them. Where had they all been five minutes ago, before she’d made a complete fool of herself? 

“So… I was thinking we could go to Glacier Park,” Lena says, breaking the silence. “Most girls go to Central because it’s bigger. But Central is a tourist trap– Glacier Park hardly gets the same environmental attention.” 

She’s quiet, keeping her eyes fixated on her hands as she speaks. But even so, she seems so sure of herself. 

Maybe it’s a private school thing, Kara thinks. The students here are so smart, they don’t need to follow the social rules everyone else seems to abide by. 

“Unless you were thinking something different?” 

“Uh… I guess I hadn’t really thought about it,” Kara admits with a nervous laugh. “My classes and everything have been kinda crazy.” 

Lena nods but doesn’t respond. Kara can’t tell if she’s judging her or if she just doesn’t have anything to say. 

“You know… midterms week. Can you believe they do this every year?” 

She isn’t sure why she keeps talking. In the emails they’ve sent, Lena only ever mentions the project. She doesn’t seem to be the chatty type– the type to care that Kara’s had four exams this week alone and that that’s why she can’t bring herself to be as invested in this whole thing as she should be.

It’s just that Lena is right there and maybe the reason she reminds Kara of aliens is that she may just be the prettiest girl she’s ever met– on Krypton or on Earth. And sure she isn’t talkative but that doesn’t mean Kara can help it either. 

“Yeah,” Lena says, expression blank. 

For a second, Kara freezes. She isn’t sure what she’s supposed to do with that. 

“We um, we should start on the report too,” Lena restarts, as if nothing happened at all. “I brought some articles on pollution levels in the city. I thought it might be easier to get the reading portion out of the way today, so we can focus on the actual cleanup later.”  

“Oh… okay, yeah, that sounds good.” 

\\\\\

They go with Lena’s suggestion and meet at the entrance of Glacier Park.  

Kara gives it her best attempt to look nice for her. Alex says it’s silly– they’re going to be cleaning up garbage all day, so why does she need to look good? But Kara can’t help it.

Lena is clean and elegant and weirdly perfect. And for whatever reason, she seems to know so much more than Kara does. There’s a gap between them and even though they’re strangers, even though they don’t have to be friends (Kara isn’t even sure if she wants to be friends) Kara hates it. She hates how isolating it feels. 

So she does her hair in two braids, and puts on her favorite jeans with the black long-sleeved v-neck that reminds her of Rory Gilmore. It isn’t much but it feels good– feels like she’ll surpass whatever expectation Lena has of her. 

When Kara finds the entrance, Lena is already there waiting for her. She’s standing under the big iron archway, carrying her backpack and the trash grabbers she’s borrowed from the school. 

Kara smiles and waves over at her. 

“Hey!” 

Lena gives a slight smile in return and nods in acknowledgment. 

“You look nice,�� she says. She hands a trash pick to Kara who mentally pumps her fist and kicks a leg with excitement. 

“Thank you.” Kara smiles. “So do you.” 

Everything after that feels easy.

They pick up trash in relative silence. Lena stays in the grassy section while Kara cleans the pathway. It’s quiet and simple until it isn’t. 

“Lena Luthor?”

Lena lifts her head and Kara drops the trash bag she’s been holding. Standing a few feet away are two girls around their age. One wears a Spence School Phys ED t-shirt. Lena must know them, Kara figures. 

“How nice of you to help your brother with his community service,” says the one not wearing the Spence shirt. She has a high ponytail and blue Converse sneakers. She reminds Kara of the girls in Bring it On.

“But I don’t think it’s gonna make a real difference, didn’t he get like… what, twenty-five years?” she adds. Her friend– Spence shirt, laughs. 

A crinkle forms between Kara’s eyes and she waits for Lena to react. She’s seen fights like this go down at her own school– groups of bullies ganging up on lower-classmen in the girl’s bathroom or staircase. They always seem to have the upper hand until they push too far. 

But Lena doesn’t do anything. Her face doesn’t change. She just looks straight past them, the same way she does when she speaks to Kara, and says nothing. 

“Hey, be careful with her,” Spence shirt jokes. “She might snap like he did.”

Lena looks down. Her face is red. She grips her trash pick so tight her palms grow sweaty and knuckles turn white, but still, she’s silent. 

So Kara says something. 

She can’t help it– she knows she shouldn’t. But the words slip out, and before she knows it, she’s asking-

“What are you talking about?”

Converse sneakers looks at her like she’s crazy. 

“Lex Luthor,” she says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Ya know– that psycho who’s obsessed with Superman and killed all those people?” 

Kara nods.

“That’s her brother.” 

Kara swallows. 

It feels like being punched in the gut– knocks the wind right out of her. 

And suddenly, she’s back in the living room, watching the TV with the volume off at three in the morning because she couldn’t miss the live reports on her cousin’s condition. Because she needed to know if he was dead or alive. Because she couldn’t cope with losing one more person, and if he died, that meant she had to go to. 

She’s in her closet the night after the attack after hearing a crash in the backyard. It’s raining out. Pouring, thunderous flurries. Eliza said the noise was just branches hitting the window in the storm. But Kara couldn’t believe her. She couldn’t get his face out of her head, trailing the worry that now, he was after her too. 

By the time she finds herself back in reality, the girls are gone and Lena is still looking at her shoes. 

“You can go home,” she says through a forced, wavering smile. “I’ll finish cleaning and write the report. You’ll still get the extra credit.”

This time, it’s Kara’s turn to go quiet. 

This stranger, this girl who she found so pretty and alluring, who she dressed up for, who she emailed with for weeks, is the sister of the very person who wants all of her kind dead. Maybe they don’t have a friendship, but to be acquaintances is still too much. To know her at all is to feel every ounce of hurt and damage her family has inflicted. 

Kara isn’t aware of how tight her jaw has been clenched until she starts to taste blood spouting from the sides of her cheeks. 

She isn't going to put up with this. She isn't going to be around her.

So she does as Lena says-- drops her trash bag, and walks away.

[timemachineyeah]

when I first got sick, first had to grapple with the ongoing state of my condition and that I wasn’t getting better, one of the things I had to adjust was how I planned to feel

like, at first when I became ill when I planned for my future I planned for one where I recovered - got some diagnosis or just slowly built up stamina - and redirected back to the main plan, the one I’d already been working on

and it took a long time

a long time

to learn how to plan for feeling bad

both in terms of the actual logistics - how much I can schedule for myself, how much energy is reasonable to give to what tasks, what I have to energy to eat, how far I can walk, what household tasks can be accomplished, how much of a break I will need afterwards - and in terms of just emotional and intellectual acceptance that this could even be okay, that I could be okay like this

it is still the hardest part, the part where I plan my future around my limits. I like dreaming big, even if it’s sometimes bad for me (like right now, in this moment, where I’m scared it’ll be bad for me), and picking a lofty goal and grinding. Shoot for the moon, if you miss etc. I went to film school, and Hollywood is all about the hustle and grind. but I couldn’t hustle and grind anymore. I can’t even pretend that if I work myself to the bone it could be enough, because my working myself to the bone is a working entertainment professional’s mental health day and I know because I clung to that industry as long as I could and it’s still where a lot of my heart lies and there’s no universe where I can compete in it. sometimes I can’t even put on a bra.

these days my lofty goals are things like “if I just keep chipping at it maybe one day I’ll finish a web novel and a few people will read it” and that’s not a bad goal but I don’t hold any illusions that it’s a viable income plan.

anyway, it turns out life is okay when you plan for what you’re capable of rather that what you wish you were. it took me a long time, and it’s not perfect, and I’m very dependent upon family and it only works because they are not awful about it (there was a time they would have been, but they got better), but I manage to do a lot more now by planning my life around what I am able to do rather than what I hope to be able to do (or what I am forced to do by unaccommodating circumstances).

it’s nice day to day, even if I still get more behind on cleaning than I would like to and don’t get as much done, to have things arranged so that I don’t exhaust myself and I can quickly access what I need or whatever I would like to do

it has been really helpful to make choices based on the presumption that this will be ongoing, since it has been for ten years. it has been helpful to presume that it’s a diagnosis of exclusion, like ME/CFS, and that I might never get more concrete explanation than that let alone a way to feel better, and to come to terms with that

so I’m having a really hard time emotionally processing that I might have a diagnosis.

like, of the “according to your labs” kind

the kind that comes with drugs and treatment plans

but only might have a diagnosis only might it’s just one test it’s just one test. I will do more tests tomorrow. and also who knows how long it’ll take to actually get an appointment with the referral so

only might only maybe

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Assassin Rescues Prisoner from Target's house part 1

TW: blood, intense torture, recovery, pain, death, assassination, severe whump, etc.

PROMPT: an assassin breaks into their target's house and kills them, easy enough, a job they've done a dozen times before. But as they're leaving, they realize that the target wasn't alone in the house – whumpee has been kept there in captivity, and is in a bad state. The assassin considers leaving for a moment before making up their mind to get whumpee out and do whatever they can to help them – they've never been so happy to have killed someone after seeing what the target did to whumpee.

MY WRITING:

The mission itself was easy enough. Get in, kill Target, get out. Jax was a professional assassin, the best one in town. Killing was what he did best.

Dressed in his black outfit and cloak and armed with his favorite daggers and throwing knives, the assassin effortlessly infiltrated the extravagant mansion his target lived in. Using the throwing knives, he took out every guard he came upon, quickly and efficiently, making his way deeper into the building, his footsteps quiet as death as they ghosted over the floors, unnaturally silent. He had scoped the place out ahead of time, mentally mapping out every entrance and exit that he now knew by heart. Jax made his way to the private living quarters of his target, taking a deep breath before kicking down the door to the bedroom.

The target never saw it coming. They didn't even have time to gasp in surprise before Jax leapt gracefully forward and slashed their throat open with a wickedly sharp dagger, watching impassively as they crumpled to the floor, twitching feebly and clutching the gushing wound. Choked gurgling was all that escaped them as they tried to speak. It was over in under a minute, a quick, clean kill. The assassin wiped the blood from his blade on his target's own clothes before sheathing it, preparing to make his escape now that his task was complete. But something made him pause.

A strange, muffled sound reached his ears, that almost sounded like... crying? Whimpering? Jax's curiosity was piqued, and he debated whether to investigate. He didn't like to stay in one place for too long, lest he be caught, but something about the sounds intrigued him. He cursed himself for the hesitation, knowing that curiosity often kills cats.

But eventually he decided that there couldn't be any harm in snooping around his now-dead target's house. He realized that the sounds were coming through a wall, so he left the bedroom and went to the next room over, picking the lock in seconds and stepping inside. It was the absolute last thing Jax would have ever expected to find. It was the complete opposite of the lavish, excessively-decorated mansion.

No, this room was solid concrete top to bottom, cold and dark like a prison, or some twisted sort of dungeon. And against the back wall... chained up in a standing position... was a person? Almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt and blood and bruises. Was it a dead body?

The assassin warily crept closer, cautious, taking it all in. The prisoner was a young man, no more than a teenager, with wrists chained spread out to either side of him, the only things holding him up as he slumped forward limply against them, head lolled against his chest. And the boy was blindfolded with a piece of thick black cloth. The poor kid's breaths were broken and hitched with pathetic sobs and sounds of pain and suffering.

Jax's eyes roamed across his beaten body, all he was wearing was shorts and a ragged shirt. He was horrified to see the hundreds of vicious gashes and lacerations shredded across his entire form, some older but a lot much fresher, still oozing blood. Lash marks, burns, the cuts made from unkind blades... it was a miracle the boy wasn't dead already.

The prisoner's bones were highly visibly beneath his bloodied and bruised skin from starvation, their appearance haggard and broken. It was hard to believe Jax's target could have been so cruel. It was clear this captive had been brutally tortured for weeks, if not months. And the boy's face was deathly pale from obvious blood loss, his whole body trembling with fear.

"What on earth did they do to you...?" Jax breathed aloud, hardly believing the brutality.

The teenager flinched hard at the sound of his voice, barely mustering the strength to weakly lift his head, still blindfolded.

"P-Please sir... n-no more..." he croaked. His voice was no more than a raspy whisper, throat bloody and raw from screaming. Then a racking cough shook his frail form.

Jax felt a sharp twinge of pity, and slowly unsheathed his dagger, hesitantly bringing it to the boy's throat. Perhaps it was better to put the poor mangled creature down, end his suffering. The prisoner let his head droop back down against his chest in defeat when he felt the cold metal rest against his artery, giving himself up to the mercy of welcoming death. Like a puppet with strings cut his body lolled forward against his restraints, going limp and submissive.

A few seconds of heavy silence passed, before Jax pulled his blade back and re-sheathed it, cursing under his breath. He couldn't bring himself to kill him.

"I'll get you out of here...." Jax reluctantly grumbled. What was he doing? Was he going soft? This was definitely not part of the plan. Jax shoved the thoughts out of his head and focused on the task at hand, picking the locks on the cuffs holding the teenager to the wall. He was barely able to react in time as the prisoner pitched bonelessly forward, and Jax caught him in surprised arms. The boy was feather-light from malnourishment, and he felt a hot flash of pure rage at how brutalized he was, barely alive.

Jax lowered him to the floor, resting his broken body in his lap as he eased the blindfold off.

The prisoner let out a pained groan that was dipped with the purest agony, blinking up at the assassin several times with sunken, hollow eyes full of pain. "...You're not... (Target's name)..." He wheezed softly, before more coughing racked his weak frame.

Jax could only nod, too speechless with horror and anger. He could feel the sorry soul shivering violently, skin ice-cold to the touch with blood loss, as his head rolled weakly against Jax's chest. Shallow breaths wheezed in and out of his lungs, a struggle to even draw air.

Wordlessly, Jax slowly got up and as gently as possible slung the teenager over a shoulder to carry him out of the wretched place.

The boy let out a weak, strangled, rattling cry of sharp pain as he was picked up, injuries singing with excruciating agony at even the most simple movement. He didn't even have the strength to struggle, or jerk away from the pain. He remained a limp weight over the assassin's shoulder as Jax carried him out of the mansion, to a new life.

It was a long journey back to his hideout, and with the dead weight over his shoulder, it slowed him down. The whole way, Jax was highly aware of the warm blood sliding down his shoulder, flowing red over his black stealth suit. Part of him wondered if the prisoner was even still alive, or if he was now carrying a lifeless body. But at last, he arrived. He slipped silently into his secret hideout, which was no more than a small underground dwelling built under the city to conceal him. His personal base of operations.

Jax was aware of every second ticking by, every second that the teen lost more blood with each sluggish heartbeat. He felt his adrenaline rising as he carried him over and set his broken body on the couch. The kid's head rolled lifelessly to the side, and his breaths were shallow and wheezing as he writhed and twitched weakly in pain.

Why am I doing this? Jax asked himself. Why do I care whether this kid lives or dies? I've ended plenty of lives myself...

Saving this captive could bring him trouble in the near future, maybe more trouble than he was worth, but Jax didn't have time to dwell on that. He whisked over to a corner of the room and dug through a wooden chest, gathering some medical supplies he often used on himself after missions gone wrong. He brought it to the side of the couch, placing fingers on the boy's pale neck. There was still a pulse. Barely. Fading more with every passing moment.

Quickly, Jax reached over to cut open the center of the prisoner's shredded, tattered shirt to check the extent of the injuries and prioritize the worst of them.

And he couldn't help a small horrified gasp when she saw what was beneath the ruined shirt. The captive's skin was mottled black and purple and red with hundreds of bruises and cuts and lacerations, all in various stages of healing, a grotesque mosaic carved into his flesh. It was cruel beyond belief, and to do something like this to someone so young... it made Jax's blood boil with rage.

His wide eyes roamed across the damage, taking it all in. Deeper gashes laced across the prisoner's chest, and larger bruises had formed over his ribs, some of them no more than a day or two old. The poor teen was covered in so many vicious injuries that it was hard to believe he was even still alive at all.

Jax's eyes flicked over to his wrists, chest twisting in knots as he spotted the inflamed chafe marks there where the skin was rubbed raw and bloody, signs of a futile struggle. It was clear he had been held captive for a long, /long/ time. He let out a shaky breath and rifled through the medical kit, quickly finding his suture kit, the same one he'd used on himself countless times to fix up battle injuries.

With trembling hands, he slipped on a pair of gloves and turned his focus to a particularly deep, oozing gaze. He had seen a lot of injuries in the past, but this was one of the worst.

His practiced skill came to aid him as he started stitching up the wound as fast as he could. Then the prisoner suddenly came back to semi-consciousness with a jolt, a weak scream of agony tearing loose from him as Jax brought the needle to his skin again and again. He started blindly lashing out in pure panic and terror, clumsily trying to push him away with failing strength, which was about as effective as pounding on solid rock. He was desperate and frantic, doing anything he could to escape the terrible agony racking his body with every breath, with every stitch Jax made. The teenager's breaths were strained and labored, coming in gasping pants, and the cries of pain were only broken up by breathless sobs as he writhed weakly on the couch, unable to out-scream the pain. Tears rolled down his filthy face, mixing with blood.

Jax winced as another gurgling scream wrenched from his mouth, making his ears hurt. He paused for a beat to reach over into his basket of supplies, pulling out a bundle of gauze.

"Quit making so much noise, it's giving me a headache," Jax growled, growing annoyed. "Bite down on this." He stuffed the roll of gauze roughly into the prisoner's mouth, muffling his cries of pain as he resumed stitching his side, tying off the thread at the end. He did the same for several other wounds he found, until finally it seemed he had gotten them all closed up. And not a moment too soon. The prisoner's face was deathly pale from blood loss, and his breathing kept growing weaker with every passing second. He was in terrible shape. And he had stopped trying to scream, falling silent, having finally passed out from the pain and physical distress.

Jax loosed a heavy sigh, and set to work covering up all the places he had stitched with gauze and medical wraps, before shifting focus to the smaller injuries. It was astonishing that the boy had survived so much physical trauma. He must have endured so many unspeakable horrors during his time at Target's house.

When Jax was finally done patching him up, he sat on a chair adjacent to the couch with another weary sigh, giving him a chance to reflect on everything that had happened. This was a stupid idea, he told himself. Even if the teen survived his grievous injuries, what would he do with him? He worked alone, that was how it always was. Keeping track of another person would be... hard. He knew this from experience.

Because a long time ago, he'd had an apprentice he worked with. Together, they were the two most dangerous assassins the world had ever seen. At least... until his apprentice had been executed in front of him as an act of revenge. Assassin had sworn to work alone ever since that day, the pain still sharp and fresh despite the years. He winced at the memory.

Exhaustion tugged at Jax's limbs, and he got up to check the teen's breathing, which had finally steadied a bit. He was too tired to worry about cleaning up all the blood in his hideout, so he just grabbed a blanket to pull over himself as he sat in a chair next to the couch, letting himself doze off for the night.

Next ⏩️

Masterlist