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enchantedflameandflower · 3 months ago

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Gavin (Karl Urban) x reader! Part 5

Gavin gets wet and has to (teasingly) take his flannel and his jeans off, then he wants to get to know ALL of you better, plus tent make-out time.

(I know this isn’t rain wetness but pretend it’s rain wetness)

Summary: When you started working at the lumber mill, you couldn't help but instantly fall in lust with the strong, quiet younger brother. But you're determined to keep it professional, until one work trip suddenly changes it all.

co-written with CheshireCatSmile

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Part 5

You can’t remember a time when you’ve ever felt more taken care of and you find yourself missing him weirdly even though he just left and it will only be a few minutes. You change quickly from your jeans into your sweats then climb into your sleeping bag but stay sitting up waiting for him to come back.

You can hear the rain drip-dripping on the roof of the small tent and worry that he's getting soaked as he works. After a few minutes he's crawling into the tent, his damp hair tousled, plastered to his forehead and curling a bit at his nape. "It got heavier a little sooner than I anticipated. The weather pattern is a little off for the season." He shrugs out of his damp jacket. "Shoulda used my rain poncho."

You take his jacket from him and lay it off to the side where it’s out of the way and can hopefully dry a little. “It’s my fault for falling asleep. We sat by the fire too long. Are you going to be comfortable enough?” You chew on your lip.

"I'll be fine, sweetheart. I've weathered worse,” he grins at you. “Besides I have your company...that in itself is a warm pleasure. I need to get out of this wet shirt, though...I hope you don't mind."

You swallow and shake your head. “No, no of course not. I was hoping you would say you would take it off. I mean I was hoping you had something to change into, so your shirt…can dry…” Damn you know you’re blushing again. You’re usually not like this at all.

He looks at you, his dark eyes dancing with mischief as he unbuttons his damp flannel shirt, slowly revealing smooth skin and springy dark chest hair and muscles... Just then the heavens open up to release a downpour that drums steadily on the tent's slanted roof. He looks up toward the top of the tent checking the seam then looks back at you. "We may be stuck here a little while if this doesn't slack off by morning."

You mean to look away and busy yourself with your phone or something but the mischief in his dark eyes just captivates you and you end up just watching him as he unbuttons his shirt. “Well I have to admit I wouldn’t mind a long morning. With you.”

"Hmmmm...that sounds intriguing,” he smiles. He pulls a thermal shirt out and slides it over his head. It fits fairly snuggly over his muscled chest then he tugs his boots off and sets them aside. He pushes his jeans off quickly so he’s just in his knit boxers and slips into his sleeping bag, but not before you get a good long look at his muscled thighs. Propping himself on his elbow with his head leaning on his hand he lets his eyes travel over you then says, "So tell me about yourself. I'd like to get to know you better."

You smile a little then you lay down as well and try to snuggle down in the sleeping bag to get warm. It is a very good sleeping bag and there’s even a nice sleeping pad. “What kinds of things do you want to know?” you murmur. He looks so damn good in his thermal and you keep thinking of the image of him shimmying out of his jeans.

"Mmm....do you have family close by? Or did you travel from far away to come up here to the forest? You seem to like hiking and being outdoors so probably not a city girl...."

You smile. “I actually did grow up in a city but I hated it. We moved out of the city when I was older. My father left when I was young and he eventually just stopped calling. I don’t know where he is. My mom passed away when I was in college. I moved here last year to…get away from that bad relationship. Start over. Or try to.”

His eyes soften and warm as he listens to you. "I had no idea you were completely alone...I mean without family. I guess I used to take mine for granted a lot of the time. Then I almost lost them through my own hard-headedness. You must be really strong deep down to come through all that and be doing so well.” He reaches out and caresses your shoulder.

Your eyes flutter closed for a moment at the touch of his hand and you can’t help wishing for more. “I don’t know if I’m strong,” you murmur. “You know I overheard Jack once…he said he didn’t listen to you that night. That he didn’t believe you and he let you down. That if he had supported you the next day wouldn’t have happened. Maybe it wasn’t completely on you…”

"I don't know. I guess I'm always looking for some way to get ahead and sometimes I should stop and think about something longer before jumping in with both feet.... Maybe I just need someone smart and grounded to rein me in. I mean...without the whole big brother-little brother vibe." He looks at you thoughtfully and moves his hand to stroke your hair.

“Usually having someone that supports you unconditionally in your life can be quite a help,” you smile. “Mmmm Gavin, that feels really good…” you wish somehow you could lean into his touch more, feel more, soak up more of his warmth.

He scoots just a little closer and keeps stroking your hair slowly. "Y'know...your hair is beautiful. I couldn't help it. It feels like warm silk. I kept wondering if it was as soft as it looked. It's softer than I imagined.”

You laugh a little softly. Then you finally give in, reaching your hand out to touch his chest, just barely grazing your fingertips over his shirt. “I don’t think anyone has been this nice to me in years…”

"Oh sweetheart," he says then hesitates... You can see emotions swirling in the depths of his dark eyes. Then it's as though something shifts and settles in him. He reaches out his strong hands and gently pulls you closer, partway out of your sleeping bag and into his chest.

“Gavin,” you murmur breathlessly. You press and burrow into his chest and it feels warm and broad and safe, and your heart is beating just a little faster in that really good way. “You feel so good,” you whisper before you realize what your saying.

He tightens his hold on you. "And you feel perfect in my arms...like you were meant to be here." You can hear his steady heartbeat as he pulls you in closer.

He studies you a moment and then...very very slowly he tilts your face up to him and leans down to brush a tentative kiss over your lips.

His lips are warm and dry and he’s so gentle as he kisses you. You feel like a new warmth comes to life inside of you and a soft little noise escapes you as you slip your hands over his broad shoulders.

He gently coaxes until you let him in and his tongue slides over yours and tangles in a slow dance…possessive but caring.

You whimper softly as you open fully to him. How can this feel so good so quickly… you’ve never felt anything like it. His tongue plays against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck. A soft shiver goes through your whole body.

Gavin pulls you closer to him, tighter against him, willing his heat into you. He continues the surprisingly sensuous kiss, his large hand finding its way under your shirt to smooth over the skin of your lower back. His hands are warm and gentle but the callouses there are a delicious contrast, a sensuous texture that makes you shiver again. He finally lets you up to breath and you try to catch your breath.

“You’re so warm…” you murmur. “If only I could sleep here I wouldn’t worry about getting cold tonight.”

He smiles softly. "I have an idea. Let's zip the sleeping bags together to make a double. We can stay nice and toasty that way. I have a feeling the temperature out here is going to be a lot colder than we first figured.”

“I’m already getting cold so I think you’re right. But are you sure you wouldn’t mind…just sleeping tonight?” There’s still a part of you that’s nervous even though his touch has you imagining all sort of wanton things that you want very much.

"No, sweetheart that's fine with me. I think there could be something special here if we give it a chance. We don’t have to rush it. And that's unusual for me,” his voice goes a little lower, just a little husky. “I just want to hold you and know you're safe in my arms tonight."

~*~*~*~ Next up: waking up in his big strong arms against his big strong chest is an experience, and if there’s one man it’s impossible to go slow with it’s this one

Part 6

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agoodomenssideblogiguess · 1 year ago

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I keep seeing posts about how snakes have bad vision and Crowley probably can't see the stars and that made me so sad. So instead of answering emails at work this morning, I looked up videos about snakes to figure out how they see stuff and I learned so much and the implications of these facts are ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL:

(I'm putting it all under the cut because the post got long lol)

1. Snakes with vertical slits in their eyes are nocturnal.

2. Research suggests that snakes have the necessary receptors in their eyes to see mostly blues and greens (and any colors that are made up of those two) in the daytime and monochromatic (gray-scale essentially) in the night time. For reference, human color receptors in the daytime are red, green, and blue. For night it's monochromatic as well.

3. Some snakes have 'heat pits' along their pretty (pretty is subjective not a fact sorry) mouths that help them sense infrared light. The visual and infrared cues are overlaid in the optic parts of the brain. (Truly this is the coolest thing I've learned about snakes and I highly recommend reading the Wikipedia page about it, it is SO COOL). The heat pits work in such a way that if they don't cool down the receptors back to a 'thermal neutral' state (usually by providing extra oxygen to them) the snake will see afterimages even if whatever was giving off the infrared is removed.

4. Snakes smell with their tongues by picking up odor particles and then putting their tongue into little holes along the roof of their mouth where they have this thing called the "Jacobson's organ" that has receptors that can register the smells. To give you a sense of how sophisticated this sense of smell is, apparently snakes can tell which eggs have developing embryos in them in order to avoid them because it's easier to eat undeveloped eggs. (ISNT THAT INCREDIBLE?!?!)

IMPLICATIONS OF THESE FACTS:

1. Crowley can see at night because he's got them nocturnal snake eyes.

2. Crowley PROBABLY THOUGHT HIS HAIR TURNED BLACK WHEN HE FELL AND HE SAW HIS WINGS SORTA MATCHED. And unless someone has told him his hair is still red MAYBE HE STILL DOESNT KNOW

3. (Part 1) Nothing pisses me off more than that they didn't give Crowley's snake design heat pits along the lips because that would be so freaking cool to see in fanart of Crowley in like 'true form' or whatever cuz it would make him seem more "otherworldly" or "monstrous" but whatever. I'll forgive the designers because the heat pits he does have imply that he's a pit viper and also they're not visible on his human form (unless they're inside his nostrils?). Which means they're probably covered and don't cool back to 'thermal-neutral' properly so Crowley probably sees after images all the goddamn time (I'm gonna fucking write the saddest angstiest post season 2 fanfic for good omens called Afterimage BASED ON THIS FACT ALONE).

3. (part 2) because of how the regular vision and infrared vision are overlaid, anything that's warm/hot in temperature, like let's say an angel, probably looks like it's glowing. HELLO FANFIC AUTHORS WHERE ARE YOU?!? BLUSHING/FLUSHED AZIRAPHALE GLOWS BRIGHTER THAN NORMAL TO CROWLEY HELLO?!?!

4. When Aziraphale and Crowley kiss with tongue IF we give Crowley a Jacobson's organ, he would be OVERWHELMED WITH AZIRAPHALE. Imagine in every regular human sense, plus snake senses all of it is jUST AZIRAPHALE. Holy CRAP GUYS PLEASE (also like monsterfuckers/true form enthusiasts, the Jacobson's organ is just another fun snake feature you can include for funsies in your fanworks).

#good omens #good omens 2 #go2 #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #if this is the post that categorizes me as a momsterfucker then so be it #im with good company

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chaosbarelycontained · 6 months ago

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Don’t Think ‘Cause I’m Talking We’re Friends

North Country Boy Chapter 9

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x AFAB!OC

TW: Sex (in a flashback - they’re young but definitely old enough), passing mention of physical abuse.

Words: 3.3k

Synopsis: Ghost gets a little jealous and Soap manages to get Jules to divulge some history.

Ghost hunkered down on the roof of the safe house and peered out into the darkness, as alert as he could be for any signs of threat. There were pinpricks of light from the village further down the valley and a quiet hum of conversation from the house below but the night was peaceful. The rear door creaked open, drawing his attention, and a shadow cut through the warm yellow glow from the open doorway. He began to turn away from the distraction but a soft, cooing voice drew him back.

“Look at you, y‘andsome bastard,” Jules murmured, her voice thick with affection.

Trying to convince himself he didn’t have the slightest bit of interest in what Jules was doing and who she was talking to, Ghost sidled up to the low wall surrounding the roof and peered over. Her face was lit by the glow from a phone screen but he couldn’t see who was on the other end of the call.

“I’ve missed you, Mikey,” she cooed and that sent him over the edge, literally. Securing his rifle, he slipped over the wall and dropped to the ground, landing almost silently with only a faint huff of air to mark his exertion.

“No calls on deployment, Sergeant,” he said, his gravelled voice low with warning.

Jules startled and he had a brief flash of satisfaction at her look of panic, her hand halfway to her Glock before she realised who was there.

“‘M not on a call, Lieutenant,” she snarked, turning back to the screen in her hand.

“No point in lyin’, Princess, I ‘eard you.” He pushed, grinning slyly beneath his balaclava.

“If y’must know, I’m tryin’ t’keep our arses safer,” she said, a little distracted now as she tapped at the screen.

A small beep sounded and Jules bent to pick something up from the ground, which looked for all the world like a toy helicopter. She booped her nose against it affectionately with a small kissing sound and tucked her phone into one of her pockets.

“Ok Mikey, time t’work,” she hummed, petting the little helicopter once more before flicking the rotor into motion.

“Is that an ‘ornet?” Ghost asked, having had the benefit of their use on past missions but never having seen one up close.

“Yeah, best drone ever, aren’t y’Mikey? Gonna do such a good job f’me.”

“Mikey?” He wasn’t jealous of the way she spoke to the drone, not at all.

“Magic Mike. The most souped-up drone my SRR team could make.”

Ghost grunted and watched as Jules retrieved her phone, tapped the screen a few more times and activated the thermal imaging camera.

“We increased the battery life an’ the motor speed. We also programmed him to fly on autopilot as well as by manual control so I can set him off now an’ he’ll be back to us in a couple of hours. We can get realtime footage if we need to an’ any hostiles in that old fort won’t even know he’s been for a visit.”

Ghost didn’t say anything as he watched Jules set the co-ordinates and send the drone out on its recon mission. She stared out into the darkness for a moment, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in that nervous gesture she’d never lost. Glancing down at her phone, she checked the video feed and, sensing his interest, tilted the screen so he could see it. The drone had already reached the edge of the village and he could see the glow from the dwellings and even each individual person inside.

“I’m gonna turn the live feed off now t’save battery but he’ll alert me when he’s in position an’ then we can ‘ave a look at what to expect.”

Ghost grunted his acknowledgment again, nodding his head in praise and admiration at her actions. She readied herself to return inside but stopped and tilted her head in his direction.

“Oh, an’ Lt?” She said, her voice dangerously sweet. “I’m not yer fuckin’ princess.”

He could have sworn she put an extra sway into her hips as she returned to the warmth of the house, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Dawn was just about breaking when Bravo team roused themselves from an unsettled night’s kip and readied themselves to ship out. The smell of coffee and crap ORP breakfast food permeated the air. Jules and Price sat in one corner, looking over the footage from the drone, which had appeared back at the house just an hour before. There were fewer hostiles than they’d expected and the heat thrown out by one particular room in the semi-abandoned fort indicated to Jules that that was where she needed to be.

“I’d put money on that bein’ a server,” she said to Price, who nodded his agreement, stroking one hand over his beard. “If I can get in there then we’ll get the intel we need.”

“Roger that. Ghost? You and Tiger are heading for this room,” Price called out as Ghost entered from the bathroom.

Jules looked up as Price addressed his lieutenant and her jaw dropped at the sight of him. He’d replaced his usual painted balaclava for the full-faced skull mask that he’d taken to wearing on missions; something that the team were used to, but not Jules.

“What the fuck is that, y’melodramatic shit?!” She gasped, completely forgetting herself. “Did they ‘ave a sale on at the fancy dress shop or summat?”

Soap nearly choked on his coffee and Gaz had to rescue him, slapping him on the back whilst trying to hold in his own laughter. Even Price barely managed to swallow down a snicker.

Ghost just stared at her, glaring daggers behind the sanctuary of his mask. It took longer than with most people but finally Jules gave in. Her eyes dropped sheepishly to the screen in her hands and a faint blush raced over her cheeks beneath the black, tiger-striped, camo paint she wore.

She refused to speak to him and barely even looked his way until they were geared up and ready to load into the vehicles. The sun hadn’t broken over the horizon yet but the sky had lightened just enough for their figures to be visible as Price directed them to the jeeps.

“Soap, you ride with Ghost and Kelsall; Gaz and Roach with me.”

Ghost immediately began to make his way round to the driver’s seat but was stopped by a hand on his chest and Jules stared up at him, her jaw set determinedly.

“Absolutely fuckin’ not,” she gritted, shaking her head. “The last time I was in a car wi’ you, y’almost ‘ad us over the central reservation on Alan Turing Way. ‘M not chancin’ that again.”

Ghost snickered at the memory but let her take the driver’s seat, slipping into the passenger’s side before Soap could call shotgun. The Scot didn’t bother, he was too busy trying to connect dots as his eyes flicked between the two of them with a look of suspicion on his face.

They’d been travelling in their small convoy for only a few minutes before Soap popped his head up between the two front seats, his arms resting along the headrests as he asked the question both Jules and Ghost had been dreading.

“So tell me,” he grinned cheekily. “Jus’ how well d’you two know each other, eh?”

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“I can’t believe y’nearly wiped us out back there. Rob’s gonna twat the fuck outta ya,” Jules exclaimed, barely able to breathe through her adrenaline-fuelled laughter.

“He dun’t need t’find out does he?” Simon replied with a wince and a smile but his laughter died in his throat the longer he looked at Jules. “‘M sorry Jules, really, I didn’t mean to, it were just-“

“Weren’t your fault, Si. That Corsa came outta nowhere,” she interrupted, stopping the spiral of blame that she knew could plague him. “No harm done an’ I won’t tell our Rob if you don’t.” She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling in the light from the kitchen window, chin tilted cheekily upwards as she scanned over his face. “Wouldn’t be the first secret we kept from him, would it?”

“Don’t know what yer talkin’ about,” he said lowly, his hand snaking around her waist as he walked her backwards until they stopped against the wall next to the back door.

He tried to blame adrenaline for the electricity that thrummed through his veins but the feel of her beneath his palm, the way she arched into his touch, called out his lie. Her arms curled around his neck drawing him down closer and he went eagerly, nudging her nose with his before ghosting his lips across hers.

“Tease,” she giggled quietly.

“Says you,” he murmured back, the cocky smirk on his face dissolving as his reached up to cup her face with one large hand.

Simon closed the gap between them, capturing her top lip with his and Jules melted into him the way she always did. The soft noises she made sent head spinning and he pulled her tighter against him, sinking his thigh between hers in an attempt to get even closer. They’d done this - played this game - so many times now that it was almost second nature.

He slipped his hand under her top, his thumb teasing across her pebbled nipple, and she moaned quietly, arching her back instinctively towards him. Their tongues tangled together, deepening their kiss, and Simon let his other hand trail down to the waistband of Jules’ jeans, tugging on the button to gain access to her wet heat. His brows drew down into a frown when she pushed him backwards a little but then his face brightened again in understanding when she unlocked the door and pushed down on the handle.

“Come on.” She smiled softly, lacing her fingers with his and pulling him towards the open door.

They toed off their shoes in the kitchen and, with a finger to her lips, she led him through the house and upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door behind them with a soft click.

“Your Mam?” He asked quietly, his eyes flicking concernedly towards the door.

“She’s already asleep,” Jules murmured with a smile, stepping up to him and drawing his face back to hers with a gentle finger on his jaw. “She’s on the 4am shift at the caff.”

Simon finally let his guard down and grinned back at Jules, bending his head to capture her lips once more. Jackets were shrugged off as Jules guided him towards the bed and they tumbled onto it, their actions clumsy with lust. Jules tangled her fingers in Simon’s dark blond hair, wrapping her leg around his to draw him closer, pushing up into him as he ground his hips against hers.

It was different this time, in her room, lying on the soft mattress in the warm. Their hook-ups were usually round the back of the shops or on the park; quick fumbles with hands under tops and barely a zipper down to aid in a speedy cover-up in case of discovery. More recently they’d taken advantage of the back seat of Simon’s H-reg Nova, trying to ignore dubious, dusty smells whilst their hands brought each other to a hurried climax.

Simon’s hand slid underneath Jules’ top once more and he hooked his fingers over the cup of her bra, tugging to free her breast, but she stopped him with a soft noise. He pulled away, a small frown creasing his brow, worried he might have overstepped, but she smiled gently at him and shuffled slightly. Moving back to give her space, Simon’s breath hitched when Jules worked her arms through the sleeves of her top and then pulled it over her head, tossing it away into a corner of her room.

A soft blush painted her cheeks as his eyes raked across her almost naked torso and he saw the slight question on her face when she tentatively reached out and pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt. He didn’t think he’d ever managed to take it off quicker than he did right then and it became a flash of navy blue as it joined Jules’ top on the floor.

His lips met hers again in a breathless rush, their tongues moving together as their hands stroked over newly exposed skin. Jules’ arms were around him, her fingers playing up and down his back, over the ridges of scars from years of his Dad’s belt. She already knew, of course she did; she’d been there for the aftermath of some of it. Every sweep of her hands over him sent waves of sensation rippling through his body and he ground against her again and again, wanting to hear more of the soft moans that spilled from her.

Jules lifted her shoulders from the bed just a little when one of Simon’s hands snaked around, unfastening her bra with familiar ease. It too joined the growing pile of discarded clothing and then Simon’s mouth was no longer on hers, instead trailing hot, wet, kisses across her chest and down to her bare breasts.

When his tongue laved around her peaked nipple Jules let out a throaty groan that sounded almost deafening in the silence of the house.

“Shhhh,” he admonished through a chuckle whispered against her lips and she smiled back at him.

“Your fault,” she murmured, her eyes twinkling devilishly in the light from the street lamp outside the window.

Small, soft kisses grew in intensity and the pair became lost in each other once more. Jules wound her hand down between their bodies and palmed Simon’s cock, which strained against the fabric of his underwear. He grunted at the feel of her hand, despite the barrier between them and bucked his hips a little harder. He worried for a second that he’d overstepped when her hand left him but when she began to shuffle a little he realised that she was sliding off her knickers his face flamed.

“Have y’got any, y’know…?” She muttered, suddenly seeming shy despite their lack of clothing.

“Yeah. I mean, you wanna…?” He asked, somewhat in awe.

“Yeah.” Jules nodded, her face as red as his felt. She pulled her bottom lip through her teeth and finally looked at him. “Only if you do though. We don’t ‘ave to, I jus’ thought…we’ve done loads an’ I just really…Jesus, way t’make things awkward, Kelsall,” she muttered, hiding her face with her hand.

Simon laughed softly, moving her hand away from her face to press a kiss against her forehead.

“It’s never been awkward wi’ you, Jules,” he murmured, kissing down her nose and across her cheeks until she was smiling again and he’d chased away every trace of her embarrassment.

Lifting himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, Simon shucked off his boxers and fumbled around in his jeans pocket, looking for the jonny he kept in his wallet. Rolling it onto his painfully hard cock, he turned back to Jules, who lay naked on top of her dark blue duvet, surrounded by suns, moons, and stars.

“Are y’proper sure, Si? She asked again and Simon rolled his eyes.

‘Y’know, I don’t think I’ll bother. I think I’ll just kneel ‘ere with mi dick in mi hand like a fuckin’ spanner.”

“OK, OK, I’ll shurrup then!” Jules laughed quietly.

“Probably fer the best,” Simon responded, crawling over her to pull her in for another kiss.

It was Jules who reached between them, grasping his cock around the base as she spread her thighs wider and lined him up with her entrance. He scanned her face, checking once more, before pushing forwards with his hips and sliding into her warmth. She gasped and he stilled immediately, his concern for her overriding his urge to continue.

“You OK, Princess?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m OK. It feels…good. Don’t stop, Si, please.”

Simon nodded, moving his hips again as he thrust gently into her but rapidly picking up the pace when she wound her legs around his hips and gripped him tightly. He buried his face in her neck, her soft noises music in his ears, urging him on. Conscious of the knot that was rapidly tightening in his belly, Simon slid one hand between them searching for that familiar spot between her legs. His long fingers found her clit and he circled it just the way he knew she loved, the way that usually had her squirming against him in the back seat. Her salacious groan almost sent him over the edge and, as she tightened around him, it only took a few more stuttering thrusts before a rush of pleasure overtook him and he came, buried to the hilt inside her.

Chest heaving, he continued to work her clit, kissing up the column of her throat and along her jaw until he felt her clench around his cock. The sound of his name spilling from her lips as her climax hit set his heart on fire. He held her as long as she needed, stroking his hand across her cheek and pressing kisses against her sweat-dampened skin.

Eventually Simon shuffled down the bed and disposed of the condom into the bin beside Jules’ desk. He fumbled around for his boxers, pulling them up over his thighs before he was stopped by tentative fingers on his forearm.

“What’re y’doin’, Si?” Jules asked, her voice a little quivery and unsure.

“Thought I should, y’know, ‘ead off. Make sure our Tommy’s alright,” he replied quietly, jerking his head towards the door.

“Y’can stay if y’want. I don’t mind.” She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance, but he could see behind the mask she tried to wear.

“D’ya want me to?” He asked hopefully, turning to face her, and she threw the covers back with a smile.

“Jus’ get back in ‘ere, knob’ead,” she ordered, and so he did, wrapping her up in his arms.

* * * * *

Ghost said nothing, merely stared out of the window, surveying their surroundings with his grip tight on his rifle but his shoulders were tense and his breaths shallow. Jules swore under her breath at the way he ignored Soap’s probing. She glanced quickly back at the Sergeant before returning her gaze to the dim trail ahead. Sucking in a breath, she opened her mouth to speak and the tension in the front seat became almost palpable.

“I knew this lad once, Simon he were called. He were ma brother’s mate, lived on our street. Top lad, worked at the local butchers. Cocky little shit though. He had this fuckin’ cowlick on the back of his head, his hair never laid straight.” She huffed out a laugh that held a spectre of affection.

“Oh yeah? So wha’ happened?” Soap urged.

“He joined up, delusions of heroism probably.”

Ghost snorted, his hand reaching up to scrub subconsciously at the back of his helmet, as if he were trying to smooth down his hair.

“Decided he were gonna try out for the SAS. He got in, obviously. Came home for a bit on extended leave an’ then went back. No-one heard from him again. Assumed he’d jossed it.”

Jules shrugged, feigning nonchalance; as if the tale had no meaning to her, that the loss of a lad who’d “lived on her street” was of no consequence. She could feel those chestnut eyes boring into her and she’d never been more grateful for the balaclava that hid her broken expression. She kept her gaze fixed on the trail ahead, guiding the vehicle towards their location. Swallowing down the surge of emotion, she caught Soap’s eye in the rear-view and offered him a shrug. He responded with a friendly wink and Jules appreciated that more than any words he might have uttered. She tamped that part of herself back down into its vault and closed the door to the past. They had a job to do and no haunted memories would stop her from fulfilling her duty.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years ago

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72/10 & 74/5 Doesn't have to be pack but would be interesting to see ot8 reacting to reader saying the first half of each prompt. Like reader did something dumb (drank too much or did something dangerous while in a funk) and the guys are mixed emotions. Like some are all baby reader while at least 2 of them decided the cold facts are better.

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "I want to get better, I just don't know how...." "That's bullshit."

"How, exactly, is this my fault?" "How is it not?!"

Members: OT8, Platonic BTS Appearance

Relationship: Mafia Boss's Daughter!FemReader x Rival Mafia!OT8

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Dark Themes, Guns, Mafia Shit, Hostages, Whump, Injuries, Torture, Minor Character Death

"Okay, no more surprises, right?" You ask into your earpiece hopefully, breathing hard, swiping some sweaty hair out of your eyes as you drag the last body into the storage closet and slam the door shut with your foot.

It's a tight fit, but you make it work.

"Yeah, right. Totally." Hoseok's voice echoes in response through the earpiece, and you hear keys clacking frantically somewhere in the background on some piece of equipment.

Something in his voice makes you take pause, and you blow out a huff of breath, leaning against the wall for a moment as you ready yourself to breach the next corner.

"Jung."

"Yeah, yeah. Here's the thing-" He hedges out, voice still bright, even though you're sure he's readying himself to tell you bad news. "-we accounted for all the security in our plans, right? But I'm getting some thermal imaging from the fourth floor that doesn't seem to fit."

You breathe out harshly through your nose.

The tactical gear you wear-dressed in black from head to toe-is making you sweat like a motherfucker, and the mask you wear is starting to itch.

"Fine. We'll deal with it when we get there." You bite out, creeping forward, gun held out cautiously in front of you, as you ready yourself to round the corner. "Just find us a clear path to the roof."

"Roger that."

You motion to the two men behind you to follow close on your trail, and dart around the corner, clearing the area with one discerning sweep of your gaze before you stand up straight and let out the breath you'd been holding.

"Fuck." One of the men behind you swears under his breath at the sight of the empty hallway, almost sounding disappointed. "I was really hoping there'd be more of our old friends waiting for us. I'm itching for a good brawl."

You toss him an unimpressed glance over your shoulder, and you see his eyes light with a grin behind his goggles as he shrugs easily, as if you haven't just finished demolishing almost a dozen men on your trek to this position on the second floor.

The other man elbows him hard in the side, making him yelp, even though you know he couldn't have felt it through the bulletproof vests you all wear.

Your father may be a bastard, but he'd taught you, and these men, how to prepare for a fight, you'd give him that much.

"Shut the fuck up, Tae. Only you would be disappointed we don't have a fight ahead of us."

"Park." You ignore their ribbing, and motion the other man forward to your side. He advances and listens closely as you say, "You and Kim take the north stairwell. I'll take the south. Hopefully Jeon will beat us to the rendesvouz point and back us up for whatever Jung saw on the imaging equipment."

"Got it, boss." Park intones seriously, before grabbing his buddy and dragging him down the hall to the intended stairwell.

You take a moment after they disappear, to catch your breath and quiet your thoughts.

You need to be on full firing mode for this next part.

You're about to face your father, and you can't back down. Not this time.

Not when he holds something so dear captive.

Creeping to the stairwell, you move upward, clearing the floors as you go, moving steadily toward your goal.

When you reach the door to the fourth floor, you pause, hand hovering over the doorknob.

"Jung."

"Yeah. I see you." You hear typing and then he says, "You're all clear from what I can see. Thermal imaging isn't picking anything up anymore."

You consider that, letting your hand drop to the door knob as you check in with the others.

"Kim. Park. You in position?"

"Roger that."

"Yes, ma'am."

You nod and take in a steadying breath, readying the gun in your free hand, ignoring the sweat that is dripping down your forehead and stinging your eyes.

"Min. You have visual of the rooftop?"

"Yeah." Your sniper comes in over the speaker, and you can hear the sneer in his voice when he says, "Bastard has everyone right where we thought he would."

That's good at least.

Your father has never been anything but predictable, and your little band of rebels, and friends, now defectors, used to be under his command, giving you the advantage in this attack.

You all know how he moves by now.

"Kim." You speak to the other hacker now, the one who has been silent all this time. "Make sure all the security feeds are looped still."

His deep, serious voice comes over your earpiece a moment later.

"Affirmative. You're good to move."

Taking that as your signal, you shove open the door to the fourth floor and go through, guns blazing.

No one is there.

"Fuck." You swear under your breath, because there should have been a small detail of your father's security here at least, if the pattern of the previous floors was to be believed, and it's suspicious that the floor is empty and silent.

Park and Kim appear from their respective stairwell at the same time as you, and you all stare each other down across the empty landing for a brief moment of frozen time.

"What the fuck-" Kim starts to say into his mic, glancing around, but is interrupted at the entrance of your fourth and final agent in the building.

"Jeon, what the fuck is going on here?" You demand, stepping toward the younger man, as he holsters his gun and slides a long knife out of a pocket on his tactical pants.

"They fucking all moved to the roof." He replies, slightly breathless, motioning with a jerk of his head to the open door behind him, leading to rooftop access. "They knew we were coming."

"Shit." Park swears vehemently, kicking his boot hard against the wall of the hallway, making a large whole in the flimsy dry wall.

"How did they find out?" Kim hisses at the youngest, who throws his arms in the air helplessly.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?! How, exactly, is this my fault?"

" How is it not?! You were advance recon!"

"Okay, okay." You cut in sharply, reaching up under your protective goggles to rub at your nose for a moment. "We go on with the plan. He was bound to be one step ahead of us, but we accounted for that, because we all know how the son of a bitch works. We're fine."

The men nod, gathering their composure, pulling out their weapons once more as you turn for the rooftop access.

"Let's go-"

Before you can motion them forward after you, a gun shot rings out and a bullet ricochets sharply against the metal doorframe above Jeon's head, making him swear and duck for cover.

The rest of you don't hesitate, scrabbling behind debris and doorways to avoid the sudden rain of gunfire.

"What the fuck-?" Kim says for the second time in as many minutes, raising his voice over the sound of gunfire, as he leans out around the doorframe and takes down one of the guards rushing from the opposite end of the hall. "We cleared that stairwell!"

"What's going on? We lost video feed!" You hear Jung say through your earpiece in a panicked sort of voice.

"They fucking ambushed us!" You shout back, leaning around your cover to take a shot at an advancing guard.

He goes down with a sharp cry and a bullet in the chest.

"Fuck." Jung swears, and you hear him scraping his chair across to another console. "I'll try to get feeds back up. Hang in there."

"Fucking bastards." Beside you, Park leans around your shoulder to shoot another guard, this time, taking him down with a well aimed shot to the head.

Kim laughs gleefully, a little unhinged, shooting another of your father's detail in the slit between their goggles and helmet, blood spraying like a fine film across the opposing wall as the man goes down.

Jeon slides across the floor to take cover on the opposite side of the hall, taking down another two guards as he does so, a knife lodged in one man's throat, a bullet through the other's skull.

You're suddenly very glad in that moment that they're all on your side.

Another guard goes down on the heap of piled bodies, and suddenly, the hallway is quiet, the ringing in your ears from gunfire pitching upward as the dying men fall silent.

You stand up carefully, gun still at attention, surveying the area, and Jeon stands up with a groan across from you.

"Fuck, you're hit." Park exclaims, and your gaze instantly whips to Jeon as the other man hurries to his side, carefully lifting his arm and expecting the gunshot wound there, blood seeping sluggishly through the dark fabric of his tactical gear.

"It's just a graze, Jiminie." Jeon says with a slight grunt and a half smile in the other man's direction. "Nothing I can't handle."

You let out the breath you've been holding and glance to the stairs that lead to the rooftop, to your father.

"Okay. Let's go."

Behind you, you hear the other three men follow you silently up the steps, then,

"Why didn't you fucking warn us about the move to the roof, hyung?" That's Kim, hissing into the mic.

"I didn't fucking find out in time." Min grates back in response, sounding furious and on edge. "They cut the lights when they cut the feeds."

"Shit." Park mutters. "Another sure sign they know we're coming."

"We're walking right into a trap." Jeon adds, though they don't stop following you up the stairs, not even hesitating as you reach the door at the top.

"I know, but what the fuck else can I do?" You snap back in response, hand already on the doorknob, gun at the ready. "I'm not letting him have this. Or them."

A heavy hand goes on your shoulder, and you glance over into Kim's dark eyes, flashing behind his goggles with determination.

"And he won't." He offers you the hint of a grim smile and motions toward the door with his chin. "Let's give him hell."

You take in a deep breath, glancing around at the other guys, who look just as determined as their brother, and nod.

"Alright. On my count."

"One."

You turn the door knob.

"Two."

All your guns go up, the guys shuffling in to flank you.

"Three."

You slam into the door with your shoulder and all emerge onto the rooftop.

And just like you thought, your father is standing there, surrounded by his most trusted security detail, and at their feet, with guns to all of their heads, is your eight men.

You hold your gun straight, pointed right at your father's chest as you advance, expression hard, the three men right on your heels, though their guns are aimed at members of the security guard that flank your father.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Your father sneers, smirking smugly as you come to a stop about twenty feet away.

You don't want to risk getting too close and having him shoot one of the men at his feet in retaliation.

"Let them go." You grit out, as your eyes flick quickly over your men, taking stock of them, making sure they're all still in once piece.

Everybody looks okay. Changbin's got a slowly bleeding gash over one eye, and Chan looks like he's been pummeled in the face by the butt of a gun, but they're all alive.

"Where's the fun in that?" Your father holds out his hands, stepping up between Hyunjin and Felix, leaning over to jostle the rope tying Felix's hands behind his back, even as he winces slightly at the movement. "You know that's not how these games are played, my dear daughter."

"Your games are with me and only me." You hiss back, noting the blooming bruise on the side of Jisung's face, anger welling hotly in your stomach at the sight.

Your father tsks disappointedly, and motions to the men at your back.

"You made the game bigger after you sided with those traitors." Your father spits out, spitting on the ground in front of you, and you feel Kim tense beside you, but he holds his position.

He retreats slightly, moving to stand behind Jeongin, twisting his fingers in his hair as he tugs his head back roughly and forces him to meet your gaze. There's drying blood on his lips.

"After you chose them over me."

"It's easy to chose someone, anyone, over a father who never gave a shit about you." You sneer back, smirking now, as anger flashes in the depths of your father's dark eyes.

"I grow tired of this." He remarks coolly, tugging at his expensive suit, as he falls back behind the safety of his men once more. He waves a hand in your direction. "Kill them. But save her for last." He fixes you with a dangerous glare. "I want her to watch while I kill her little boyfriends in front of her."

The guards crack their knuckles, advancing toward you, and you mutter into your earpiece, "Kim. Do it now."

Your father laughs-a cold, unhinged sort of song. "Please." His eyes flick to Kim standing beside you, a haughty look on his face. "He can't get you out of this."

The corner of your mouth tips up, as a tall, dark figure appears on the rooftop behind your father and his men.

"Wrong Kim." You remark triumphantly, watching as your father's eyes widen minutely, before a chain of explosions echo around you and send the rooftop into chaos.

You dive out of the way of some of the debris as shouts ring out, losing sight of the other men as you make your way across the destroyed rooftop toward where you last saw your men.

There is the sound of gunshots to your left, and then you hear someone go down with a scream, but it's not one you recognize, so it must have been some of your father's security.

"Min." You mutter breathlessly, ducking behind a chunk of asphalt, as you shoot and take down another guard wandering in the smoke. "Take the stragglers out."

"Got it."

You jump over a fallen electrical line, sizzling in a puddle near the stairwell door, gun at the ready, and see a familiar form through the lingering ash up ahead.

Chan's gotten loose and is in the process of untying Seungmin, who has a nasty looking black eye, as Minho picks up a fallen guard's gun and covers them from the back.

He catches sight of you at the same time you see them, and before you can stop yourself, you're dropping your guard and running to him, taking his face in your hands and inspecting him, relieved just to have him alive and warm beneath your touch.

"Fuck." You breathe out, taking in the blood trickling slowly from what seems to be a split lip.

"Yeah." Minho remarks, giving you a lopsided smirk and an arched brow, always the one to keep his cool. "Fuck."

Chan finishes up with Seungmin and pushes himself to his feet, taking your chin in his fingers and inspecting your own face behind the tactical gear you wear with worried eyes.

"Fuck, princess. Are you okay?"

You laugh, but it's sorta choked, and nod as he caresses your jaw with his fingers.

"Yeah. I'm okay."

"Thank god." He lets out a harsh breath and glances over his shoulder as the others come to join you, Hyunjin supporting Felix, who is holding his ribs.

You're just glad you're all still alive for this little reunion.

Changbin glares into the smoke, the gash above his eye still sluggishly dripping. "Where the fuck did that bastard go?"

"Hopefully killed in the blast." Jisung remarks, eyes narrowing dangerously, as he takes an offered gun from Minho and scans your immediate surroundings.

You open your mouth to respond, and an arm goes around your throat, dragging you backward from the men before you can react, knocking your weapon out of your hand.

You feel the cold steel of a gun go against your temple and then your father's voice, "Well, isn't this touching."

Chan's expression hardens as he stares your father down. "Don't do anything stupid, Reginald."

Your father laughs, and pulls you tighter against him, your breath choking in your throat, his words hissing hotly against your ear.

"We're far past stupid, aren't we, Mr. Bang? We passed stupid the moment you fucked me over in that little exchange of product and then took my daughter from me."

"We didn't take anything." Minho reasons coldly, expression unreadable, gun still in his hand. "Not the product. Not your daughter."

"Seems people-suppliers and daughters alike-have a habit of leaving you to find something better, hm, Reggie?" Changbin muses easily, though his eyes are hard and gleaming, like steel.

"Shut the fuck up." Your father snarls, wildly digging the gun into the side of your head, finger shaking over the trigger. "Don't push me or you won't like the consequences."

"And you-" He tangles his fingers into your hair roughly and yanks your head back so hard that you whimper slightly. He gives you an unhinged, dangerous grin, gun still aimed at your head. "-you are useless to me now. Soiled and ruined. The Yakuza's heir will want nothing to do with you, a common whore."

You bite down on your lip so hard you taste copper as he yanks your head back even farther, the gun digging into your skin painfully.

"All you had to fucking do was give me an heir, you little bitch, that's all I asked. Give me an heir to the family business, tie us up in the dealings with the Yakuza, but now-"

He laughs wildly, and you can tell, your father is losing control.

"-now you're nothing but their-" He waves the gun maniacally at your men, watching cautiously, not daring to make a move with your life hanging in the balance '-little slut, and I think it's time we end this whole charade."

"No, please." You gasp out, putting on your fakest, weakest, most imploring tone for him, keeping your face pleading even as he yanks on your hair once more. You force tears from the corners of your eyes. "Please don't kill me. I swear, father, I'll come back. I'll make good on my promises-"

His arm tightens around your throat and you choke on your next words, but his gun hand wavers against your temple.

Your father has always loved women who beg on their knees for him. It's his one weakness.

"Please! Please! I beg of you! I'm sorry! I'll do better. I promise! I want to get better, I just don't know how-!"

You swallow hard, trying to get air past his encroaching arm, and your father's lips pull into a sneer as he stares down at you, bold hatred brewing in his eyes.

"That's bullshit." He hisses out between his teeth, and his finger moves to the trigger once more.

You drop the act, glowering up at him.

"Yeah, it is. Get fucked, you son of a bitch."

His face contorts with rage and as his fingers pulls down on the trigger, you bash your head back into his face, his nose crunching beneath the force of your blow as he howls.

The gun goes off, but it misses, and you whirl out of his grip, taking out his legs with one sweep of your own, catching him off guard as he tries to stem the gushing blood from his broken nose.

He goes down hard, and you don't miss a beat as you pick up the dropped gun, standing over him with the barrel pointed right at the center of his head.

Your father glares up at you, hands still over his bleeding nose, and spits bloodstained spittle at your feet.

The front of his expensive suit is dampening quickly with crimson blood.

What a waste. Just like him.

You feel your men congregate at your back, and you hold your gun hand steady, staring down at the man who made your life a living hell, now nothing, groveling at your feet.

"If you beg, I might let you live." You offer in a hard tone, clicking back the hammer of the gun to cock it.

His eyes flash and he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, blood dripping from his nose, down his lips.

"She might-" Chan steps up beside you, a hand going down on your shoulder as he stares down with unbridled hatred at the man at your feet. "-but I won't."

You cock your head, studying your father, and tsk slightly, like you're mulling something over. You crouch down, lowering the gun slightly, and stare right into his soulless rage-filled gaze.

"You know." You muse as he glares at you, gun still pointed vaguely to the center of his chest. "I used to dream of this day. Killing you, making you beg me for mercy, just like I begged you all those nights in my bedroom."

"But." You shrug, tossing the gun easily between your hands as you consider him. "My begging fell on deaf ears, and you know what? I think you deserve to know what that feels like. Goodbye, father."

You stand, and without another word, shoot your father in the head.

His body goes limp and blood pools beneath him, staining the already reddening ground a deep burgundy, soaking his expensive Armani suit.

"It's a shame." Hyunjin remarks off handedly, as Kim, Park, and Jeon all emerge on the other side of your father's body, pulling off their tactical masks. "It was a nice suit."

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darth-mortem · 10 months ago

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Here is the next text from my English lessons. It's about '22 Ghost and Soap who are inspecting an old creepy house. The names of Johnny's parents I invented myself. 1157 words.

“Where are ye taking me, Lt.?” Sergeant MacTavish asked, sitting in the front passenger seat of a duty SUV.

He and Lieutenant Riley had come on leave to Soap’s childhood town and stopped at his family house as usual. Johnny’s mother, Islay, loved Simon very much, and his father, Major Douglas MacTavish, had already gone hunting with the lieutenant more than once. However, this time they didn’t come for long, and immediately after dinner, Ghost dragged Soap into the car and drove him somewhere.

“Your mother told me an interesting story about your childhood.” Ghost said, looking at the navigator’s screen. “It’s about one old, scary house, which you and your friends were scared by. Islay told me that you’re still afraid of it.”

“It’s absolute bullshit!” Johnny shouted indignantly. “I’m nae afraid o’ anythin’!”

“Well,” Simon pulled over and killed the engine, “then it won’t be difficult for you to enter that house with me and inspect it from the basement to the attic.”

The sergeant rolled his eyes and got out of the SUV slowly. He walked around the car, stopped by Ghost, and took out his cigarettes.

“Let’s smoke, Lt.!” He said cheerfully. “This bloody house is made o’ wood, sae it’s nae safe tae smoke inside.”

The lieutenant nodded silently and took a cigarette. In his opinion, the reason wasn’t the fire hazard of this old building, but he didn’t focus on it. He stood, leaning on the bonnet, and looked thoughtfully at the house. It looked truly terrifying, not only because of the age-blackened walls and the dark hollows of the broken windows but also because of the collapsed roof and the crumbling left extension. The unpleasant feeling of grief, loneliness, and neglect was intensified by the twilight falling on the small Scottish town. There were lanterns on the plots to the right and left, but this house was plunged into complete darkness.

“Well,” Simon threw away the cigarette butt with a snap of his fingers, “it’s time to go, Johnny.”

“Maybe it’s better tae dae it tomorrow?” Soap asked with doubts. “It’s dark now. We’ll break oor legs in this ruin.”

“We won’t,” Ghost answered, opening the trunk boot, “because I took thermal imagers.”

He took out their helmets with night vision devices attached and handed the sergeant his one. Soap sighed heavily and, taking a cue from Ghost, put on his helmet and lowered the thermal imager over his eyes.

“Follow my lead,” Riley ordered, and went to the house first.

“Aye, Lt.” The sergeant got himself under control and started to move behind him.

They entered the house, and there was dead silence when the door had been closed behind them. There were ruins inside: rotten floorboards, cracked walls painted with lots of graffiti, the crooked interior doors were wide open, and directly opposite the entrance raised the ancient carved stairs to the second floor.

Simon and Johnny moved slowly and inspected all the first floor's rooms. The silence started to press on the sergeant’s ears very quickly, and he tried to start a conversation.

“Ye know, Si,” he whispered, “when ah was wee kid, this house was a test o’ courage fur all the wee jimmies in the neighborhood.”

“Why?” The lieutenant asked. “It’s just an old, dirty house. And why’re you whispering?”

“I dinnae know,” Soap blushed a little and started to talk normally. “Thare were rumors that thare was a ghost in this bloody house.”

“Well, now there is.” Simon laughed, and the shards of glass crunched under his feet.

Johnny rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs first. He was really afraid of this house in his childhood, but now he's no longer a little boy. He was the youngest soldier who has passed the SAS selection. He is a member of TF 141, the best unit in the whole fucking world. He shouldn’t be afraid of the old, abandoned house.

There were some weird sounds on the second floor. The weather was quiet, but the creaks and cracks were heard from all around Ghost and Soap. It was cleaner here; furniture, paintings, carpets, and tapestries were stored here. Johnny tried to stay close to Simon against his own thoughts of courage.

Sometimes they stopped when Riley wanted to inspect some kind of dresser or bedside table, but the sergeant could’ve sworn he kept hearing footsteps. However, Ghost didn’t seem to hear anything and didn’t pay attention to the fact that Soap was nervous.

Suddenly, there was a quick thump in the next room, and then something fell there and broke. Johnny, strained to the limit, involuntarily screamed, and then he didn’t realize how he found himself in Simon’s arms, tightly hugging his neck.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The lieutenant asked angrily but continued to hold Soap in his arms.

“Whit wis that?!” The sergeant exclaimed and closed his eyes.

“It’s a rat, Johnny,” Ghost lowered Soap and set him on his feet. “And what do you think this was?”

“I dinnae know,” the sergeant said, opening his eyes and seeing a small red contour in the corner with his thermal imager. “Stupid bloody…”

“Enough,” Simon stopped him. “Let’s go.”

Fortunately for Johnny, they didn’t go to the attic because the ceiling had rotted to the point of having holes. But then Simon remembered about the basement door, so they went to the first floor and headed for it.

The basement was dark, stuffy, and reeked of rats, mold, and rot. There were an old boiler and a mutilated electrical panel. The mountains of junk hung along the wall with thesmall,l broken windows. Johnny followed Simon patiently until they reached the far end of the basement.

“Can we go now, Lt.?” He asked nervously and looked at Ghost through his thermal imager.

“What’s your problem, Johnny? It’s just a stupid old house.” The lieutenant looked at Soap in surprise and kicked the wall.

The old masonry crumbled, and together with the stones, the human skull and bones rolled under the feet of two soldiers. They froze, staring at their finds and at each other. Then Ghost turned back carefully and said:

“Let’s get out of here.”

It was quiet outside, but when Ghost and Soap left the house, the door slammed shut behind them, as if from the wind or someone from inside had pushed it hard.

“You know, Johnny,” the lieutenant said slowly, “maybe there really is a ghost here.”

On the way home, they stopped at a phone booth and anonymously reported the human remains to the police. And a few days later, while watching TV together with Johnny’s parents, they saw a story on the news about a terrible find in the basement of the old abandoned building.

“Is it that th’ house ye wur afraid o’ as a child, son?” Islay asked, looking at Soap. “No, maw,” he lied because he didn’t want his mother to worry, “it’s not.”

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akaanade · 3 months ago

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PAIRING: Crosshair x Fem! Reader

SUMMARY: Crosshair must reach into a dark place to rescue from a group of pirates who captured you during a mission. But you show him there's always a way out of it.

LYRIC: "Tell me it's alright/Give me the green light." - 5 Seconds of Summer

WORDS: 4.7K

WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, and Swearing

This story is dedicated to @intricatechaosofyou as part of the Clone x Reader Song Fic Exchange.

I am profoundly sorry about how late this is. I had a stressful month due to a cardiac issue, which has been resolved now, and I didn't realize how long it would take to tell the story I wanted to tell. As a result, I wrote this as fast as I could. It's not my best work, and I'm still getting used to writing for the Clone fandom, but the ending is fluffy.

It was an honor writing for you, and I beg your forgiveness for the delay.

@callsign-denmark @jedi-princess-kestis @cloneficgiftexchange

Idanus’s dual moons shined high in the Outer Rim’s azure night sky amongst an endless sea of twinkling stars. The verdant branches of the planet’s montane forests danced in a temperate breeze, causing water beads from a recent rainstorm to slide from the glistening leaves and drip into the muddy underbrush below amidst an aroma of petrichor. Despite being nighttime, a chorus of nocturnal creatures performed a soft melody of buzzing and croaking throughout the scrub as they socialized and foraged for food.

An abandoned Republic intelligence base stood in a sprawling meadow against the idyllic scenery of herbage and mountain ranges. Nature had long since begun to reclaim her rightful lands from the behemoth, spreading greenery across the rusted grey walls with an eerie beauty. A lone red scroll from Clone Wars, bearing the torn visage of a black Galactic roundel, hung adjacent to one of the base’s entrances, the final thread of a tragic past. Yet, the square turquoise lights decorating the installation’s facade continued to flicker, meaning someone reactivated the power after years of activity.”

Several pirates dressed in discordant, makeshift armor stood guard in the staging grounds with DC-15 rifles resting against their shoulders, probably burgled from the armory. They conversed under the watchful eye of a rival sniper lying prone on the roof. He scanned the jungle horizon from a provisional nest constructed from plywood, searching for any hungry predators who caught a taste for unwashed humans. Little did they know, a much more dangerous and unprecedented hunter watched them like prey above an overlook.

A scowl appeared on the sniper’s scarred face as he noticed brush moving on the cliffside through his night scope. “What the kriff was that?” he grumbled as he switched to thermal imaging and returned his eye to the lens. He hoped to pick up the heat signature of a small harmless rodent who emerged from its underground burrow and scampered around the precipice. Instead, the scope detected the tall, lithe frame of a fellow marksperson flat upon the ground with their crosshairs fixated on the base. The pirate scrambled to his feet and activated his communicator, yelling, “Hey, we have a problem out here! There’s another sniper across the cany-”

“Nest, could you restate that?” buzzed the person on the other side of the radio. But his crewmate could only manage an anguished groan as he released his rifle and fell forward deceased. A miniature burn hole sizzled with tibanna residue in the back of his skull, the characteristic entry wound of the 773 Firepuncher. Startled by the response, the crewmate bellowed, “Nest, do you you copy?! Nest!”

Crosshair chuckled as he rose to his knees and tapped the side of his helmet to access their communication frequency. “What’s the matter? Did someone lose their sniper?”

“What? Who are you? How the kriff did you access our comms?” the perplexed pirate said.

“It doesn’t matter because none of you will be alive to tell the tale.”

“Are you threatening us?”

“I don’t make threats. I make promises, especially when a bunch of bandits steal someone precious to me.”

“Screw you and your girl!”

“Let this be your first and final warning. Run while you can because when I come down there, I will hunt you like the cowardly little rats you are…” Crosshair stated as he returned his eye to his scope, watching the frantic pirates as they fled back into their hovel. They pointed their carbines in all directions as they backed towards the door, desperate to find and incapacitate Crosshair. After some time, the group reached the base’s gargantuan metal doors and scrambled inside, closing them with a thud. “...and eliminate every one of you.”

A Klaxon blared in the background as the line went dead. “Let the games begin!” Crosshair announced, standing and looking across the ravine.

His gaze followed the seemingly endless cragged escarpment as it fell several hundred feet until it met a thin cerulean creek. Straining, he could almost see the whitewater from the violent rapids splashing against the boulder jutting out from the water. Crosshair returned his attention to the base and shook his head, attempting to eliminate his vertigo. He couldn’t risk jumping several hundred feet without the team here, but neither could the pirates or the Republic analysts who once called this place home.

There had to be some way across the chasm.

Suddenly, the soft chord of an engine’s roar appeared in the background of the verdure’s orchestra. Crosshair lifted his reticle again and espied a pair of massive in-groud doors opening to receive the inbound vessel. It was less than a klick away and approaching fast based on its dynamics, meaning Crosshair would only have one shot at accessing the base as he loaded an adhesive grapple and aimed it at the starry sky.

His knuckles tightened around the gun’s handle, holding his breath as he waited for the cruiser to zoom past. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, almost as if it was urging the ship to hurry the fuck up. As the minutes ticked away, a torrent of thoughts ravaged his mind over what would happen if he couldn’t get there swiftly. Crosshair attempted to assuage the pain spreading through his bones that you were a talented mercenary who could get out of almost anything. However, the past year taught him that skill sometimes does not displace luck. Images of finding your corpse in the middle of the base, executed for being dead weight, taunted his psyche. He didn’t know what he would do or say if he returned to Pabu with your body for burial.

The ship’s engine crescendoed until a Z-95 appeared against the firmament. Crosshair pressed the trigger, launching the adhesive toward an opening section of the ship’s dirty red and white chassis. It stuck and lifted Crosshair into the air as he retracted and tightened the line. As planned, the Z-95 carried him across the gorge’s breadth toward the gaping metal maw. Crosshair lifted his head as the ship stalled its engines, preparing to land. Sirens across the hangar illuminated the room red and blared at each other like a pack of ice vultures fighting over carrion. However, aside from the pilot, there appeared to be no one else in the vicinity, giving Crosshair ample opportunity to begin his rampage.

The pilot landed on the pad in the center of the room and quickly unbuckled his belt before grabbing his gun. Crosshair shifted his weight, moving closer to the ship’s edge to see better the impromptu chauffeur racing down the exit ramp. Like the others, he wore mismatched armor, most likely pieces stolen from his victims. However, aside from a knife attached to the outside of his thigh, he didn’t seem to have any other weaponry. The man ran to a console on the other side of the room, speaking into his intercom to get an update from the crew.

Crosshair loaded several armor-piercing bolts and fired at the tarnished metal plate protecting the corsair’s torso. A smile crept across his face as his target crumbled to the ground, unmoving. He stowed his rifle and crawled out from underneath the cockpit, resembling a spider who caught a fly in its web. On and off, and on and off, went the hangar’s red siren lights as Crosshair stalked towards his paralyzed prey.

The frightened pirate whimpered, watching his mysterious hunter with wide eyes. “Please don’t hurt me. I don’t know what you want. But I will give you anything, anything you could want. Please, just let me go,” he sputtered.

“Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Please don’t tell me that kriffing nerf-herder is in the base!” pleaded a horrified crewmate over the mounted console’s comms.

Crosshair circled the incapacitated desperado lying on the floor, not shifting his gaze as he wandered over the terminal and pushed its green PTT button. “Tick, tock, tick, tock!” he hissed. “Also, don’t worry about your friend. We’re going to play a little game, which will be a blast.”

As he finished his sentence, a shot whipped past Crosshair’s head, leaving a burn spot on the enormous automatic doors sealing both him and the pilot in the hangar. But Crosshair didn’t flinch and instead coldly glanced over his shoulder to the pirate, who held a blaster in his trembling hand. The man moved the gun back and forth, in a final attempt to escape the encounter alive but could not find an efficient target on the angel of death before him. Crosshair crooked his head, standing frozen and watching, taunting the sobbing bandit. He permitted several more minutes of sniveling and pathetic invocations before pouncing on the man’s hand and twisting his wrist.

“Drop it. Drop it now before you wind up with a broken hand and a bullet through the skull,” Crosshair growled, applying more pressure to the man’s wrist. After some time, the bandit’s finger unfurled from the handle and trigger, allowing the blaster to fall with a clatter. A satisfied Crosshair pushed the firearm to the other side of the room before kneeling on the man’s arm to prevent him from doing anything foolish.

He watched as the bandit struggled to free his arm, like a rat caught in a trap, before continuing, “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Here’s what will happen. I meant what I said when I would hunt all of you down. But you, you little cretin, are helpful for now. Thanks to your friends, this whole base is in lockdown. The good news is that all Republic bases have a door code allowing the officers to travel freely between the halls. I know you know it because I heard you asking for it from your friend. Tell me it and your death will be clean.”

However, the man only responded with a gulp and some snuffles, staring at Crosshair with tear-filled eyes. “What’s the matter? Does a Loth-cat have your tongue? Well, maybe a little paint will loosen it,” Crosshair said as he grabbed the man’s knife and drove it into drive into his bicep. A torment cry fell from the bandit’s lips as he attempted to pry his arm away more vigorously, but the activity only caused more of his blood to seep out from his armor. “You’re bleeding pretty heavily. This is your last chance. Tell me the code before I bleed you dry.”

“It’s 192225! 192225!” the guy shouted in desperation.

“Are you lying?”

“No, I ain’t lying. It’s 192225 after 19 BBY, the year the Empire decommissioned this base.”

Crosshair rose to his feet, leaving the knife in the man’s arm, and said with a click of his tongue, “How touching and do not move the knife. I need you alive for a few more moments.” He typed the code into the console, causing the hangar doors to part. “Well, it appears some of you bandits are truthful after all. I appreciate your honesty. Pleasant dreams.”

Crosshair fired a blast into the man’s head, causing it to fall back onto the floor with a burning hole. His eyes shifted to the knife, still embedded in his arm, reflecting the forming blood pool on the mirror of the blade. “I will also take your knife. Aberrantium is hard to come by now that the Empire has depleted almost all of the mines,” he stated, removing the dagger and painting his chest plate with blood.

Leaving the corpse to exsanguinate in the landing dock, he stepped out into the hallway and turned his attention to the resounding sirens. He had no reason to be silent as he detached and stowed his silencer. The last thing these assholes will hear is their screams echoing through the base would be the roar of the Firepuncher, and screams of horror as the syndicate falls.

And that is precisely what Crosshair did.

He walked the ghostly halls, only giving the bandits a brief look at his deadly mien before striking the darkness. Blaster fire erupted as the pirates did their best to stay alive, but it was too late as Crosshair dodged their bolts with balletic precision and transformed the base into a killing ground. One by one, bodies fell upon the ground as anything and everything in their maelstrom’s path became a weapon, from an unassuming shard of glass to one of the stolen DC-15s. A metallic fetor soon permeated the air as Crosshair continued his rampage, staining the walls red.

A xenohistorian, several millenniums in the future, would eventually stumble upon the

base and wonder what monster caused the carnage. Little did they know that the brute was a passionate man trying to get back one of the few people in the Universe who loved him past his flaws.

“There you are, you bastard!” the pirate said as Crosshair opened the doors to the inner warm room. He tightened the grip his forearm had around your neck and dug the barrel of his blaster into your temple, dragging you further into the room.

“You’re going the wrong way,” Crosshair derided, stepping into the room.

“It doesn’t matter because I’ll take you down myself.”

Crosshair held up his knife perpendicular to his helmet, a testament to his strength and skill. “Do you see this? This is all that remains of your crew. What makes you think that you’re any different?”

The captain stood there in silence, watching the vitality of his people drip from the tip with a steady rhythm. He tried to retain his stoic facade as he shifted his body and grip on you. But he couldn’t hide the minute tremors in his shooting hand or beads of sweat forming on his forehead. With each passing moment, it became more apparent that there was no way out for him without releasing you. He shifted his gaze between Crosshair, who had now lowered his dagger, and you. “Fine. If that’s how you want to play!”

“Hey, asshole! Do you want to play a game?” you blurted out before he could pull the trigger.

“A game?”

“Yeah, a game. Have you ever played Red Light, Green Light?”

“What that kriff is that?”

“Come on, just humor me as a last request,” you teased, moving your head to rest your chin on his forearm and creating space between him and your larynx.

“Alright, fine. How do you play?”

“It’s easy. All you have to do is reply ‘green light’ after you say ‘red light.’ Ready?”

The captain furrowed his brow but affirmed with a not.

“Red light!”

“Uh, green light?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Crosshair launched the knife by its tip. It flew across the room and wedged into the captain’s skull between his eyebrows. He let out a gurgle as a rivulet ran down his nose from the wound before loosening his grip around you and falling backward.

You and Crosshair watched the body briefly before he looked at you. “What were you thinking? How could you be so stupid as to run off without telling anyone?” he finally said. “It’s good that I planted a tracker on your suit.”

You blinked several times, and your mouth fell agape at his words because of his tone and the revelation that you had a tracker somewhere on your person. You spun in a circle, searching every crevice of your suit until your elegant fingers ran over an inconspicuous bump in your underarmor’s sleeve. At first, you thought it was just a normal tear from being kept by a pirate crew for the past few hours. However, upon further inspection, something rigid and circular embedded into the suit fabric formed the bump.

“How did you get it in there?” you questioned with a scowl.

“One of the Pabu seamstresses helped sew in it.”

Your gaze softened, and you turned your head to your sleeve. You had no reason to be mad at Crosshair. When Fennec Shand contacted you about a lead on a job, you disappeared into the night without telling Crosshair or the rest of Clone Force 99 where you went. It was stupid, yes. But at the time, you thought you were protecting them because you were always wary of mercenaries. Pabu had been through enough over the past year, and the last thing you wanted was to bring them more trouble due to a job gone awry.

You returned your attention to Crosshair, who characteristically loured at you with his arms crossed. He remained surly and reticent even after he departed from the Empire and sometimes still stewed in his emotions when angry. However, underneath his withdrawn shell, there was a kind and selfless man if you dug long and hard enough. The blood spots on his armor attested to that. He just needed someone patient enough to wait for him until he was safe to express his emotions.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile after a few moments.

Crosshair furrowed his brow in confusion and straightened his back, clearly not expecting your gratitude. He assumed you would get mad at him for planting an unknown tracker in your suit, telling him that you didn’t need his help to stay safe. You had always been headstrong that way. But perhaps that was what endeared you to him, enough to make him travel across the stars to some backwater mercenary haven in the Outer Rim.

Back on the island, he would have to sneak into a nearby alleyway to prevent anyone from seeing him smile. The Force knows that Hunter and Wrecker would not let him live it down if they caught him joyful over something. However, he would always be nearby, watching you from the shadows. He studied your smile and memorized the intonation of your laugh as you played with the Pabu children along the shoreline.

The two of you shared a similar story: Imperial agents who left the Empire for a better life. Of course, your story didn’t have nearly as many trials and tribulations as his. You were an Imperial tactician sent to oversee the stormtroopers accompanying CX-2 in his mission to recover Omega. However, after the unwarranted destruction of Kamino, the decimation of Pabu flipped the switch on light flickering in your heart for a long time. The Empire never cared about its citizens and never would. As a result, you set your ship to self-destruct and jump off on the island’s sandy shores.

Given your past, it took some time for Pabu’s citizens to accept you. But as you helped the settlement rebuild, you started ingratiating yourself into society until everyone trusted you except Crosshair. He’d frown at you, never speaking, almost as if he used you as a catharsis for the pain he suffered at the hands of both of your former employers.

But your tactical training taught you therein lay the answer. Whatever happened to Crosshair still pained him.

While the rest of Clone Force 99 began to move on from their harrowing journey, Crosshair remained imprisoned in his cell. He continued to be irritable and withdrawn despite being reunited with his brothers and having autonomy over his life. Omega’s meditation techniques had created cracks in his proverbial prison. However, it would take someone who truly knew the brutality of the Empire, someone like you, to free him from his mind.

After weeks of trying, he initially relented because you were the only one who recognized that his pain didn’t end when Hemlock’s body fell off the bridge. However, minuscule changes began to appear whenever he was around you: a smile here and a gentle touch there. Now, he transversed half of the Outer Rim to rescue you from a backwater mercenary haven and murdered an entire base of people, a morbid but admirable goal.

Crosshair closed the gap between you and took your hands in his. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispered.

“Me too!” you replied, smiling and studying his angular features. “Now, let’s get back to Pabu. Omega will be expecting us for the summer festival.”

“Do we have to?” an annoyed Crosshair grumbled as you pulled his hand, leading him past his victims back to the hangar.

“You made a promise that you would be there.”

“I just fought an entire pirate crew. Can I not have a few moments of rest?” “We still have to make it off of Idanus. You can rest when we get back to the island.”

Pabu’s sun shimmered high in the azure sky, reflecting against the calm waves lapping against the sand. Avian creatures soared on the warm winds filling the tropical air, signing their gentle melody. Meanwhile, a pack of mischievous moonyos stole several pieces of fruit from bowls laid out by the residents before climbing back to their trees in Upper Pabu.

Due to the island’s small size and contiguous buildings, there wasn’t much room for expansive farms. But survivors adapt, after all. The residents scoured the Archium’s tomes, holding the secrets of the island’s ancient residents, searching for anything to assist their horticulture. To their joy, they found diagrams of farmers from a bygone era using hatcheries, vertical farming, and aquaculture to produce crops and marine resources to sustain themselves. They set about recreating the techniques described in the diagrams, constructing large poles for climbing vines and vast nests to capture fish and other wildlife.

The crop never yielded much, only enough to sate the island residents. Whatever surplus they received, if any harvest, got shipped off-world to help make little money for the supplies the island could not provide. As a result, whenever a good summer crop, the island residents tried to give back to the earth by hosting a summer festival to bring the community together. They used a portion of their production to cook enough dishes to make even a glutton like Wrecker sick and hung green lights around the settlement to signify growth and inspire the elements to bring them a good harvest in the fall.

The people sang and danced in the square, enjoying each other’s company. That is, all except for one. Crosshair was never one for soirees and gaiety. But in the interest of trying to put his past behind him, the two of you always kept proximity to the activities Today, however, he was gone, like a sylph. You searched Upper and Lower Pabu, from the beaches to the home the two of you shared with the rest of the Bad Batch, and found no sign of him.

Where could he have gone?

You sighed and placed your elbows on a half wall, looking out into the endless ocean as you restrategized and thought of any new places to search. Below, you could see Omega laughing and kicking a ball with a few children from below. A smile appeared on your face as you watched her finally receive the chance to be a kid. Though you had only known each other for a few months, you learned from the stories told by Hunter and the rest that she had a difficult life from the moment she left Kamino. Yet, no one would ever think twice about trying to leave her with the Lawquanes again. Her story, while arduous, made her and the Bad Batch who they are today. Nevertheless, it was nice to see her being a child for once instead of dealing with adult issues.

That’s when it hit you: the cove.

Since returning from Weyland, the cove underneath Lower Pabu had become a makeshift sanctuary for the group. The way nature carved the grotto permitted one to contemplate one's life under the comfort of shade and amongst the calming breezes and splashes of the sea. You grabbed a faint purple fruit shaped like a small melon, beloved by a particular sniper for its sweetness, from a nearby table before following the grand stairs down to the shore.

Cautiously, you jumped from rock to rock until you reached the archway to the oasis. You looked around at the beautiful decorations, surprised that a group of men who spent most of their time in frigid, austere military bases would have such an idea for detail. They scattered vibrant flowers throughout the area, complementing the pile of pillows and blankets in the middle. Against a wall, Tech's carved effigy stood as part of a small memorial decorated with little trinkets. The Bad Bad had a precious habit of collecting small items they thought Tech would like during their travels and placing him at his shrine to keep his memory alive. You smiled as you picture Tech’s spirit wandering around and talking to himself about the history and minutiae of the objects.

Near the sea cliff, a familiar person sat in meditation. He replaced his dark grey armor with a simple short-sleeved white tunic and tan pants, but he kept his Firepuncher by his side out of nervous habit. His remaining hand rested on his knee, just as Omega taught him, as he relaxed amongst the waves' soothing sounds and the sea salt aroma. You sat next to him and placed the fruit in his open palm, causing him to grimace at the sudden sensation of the fruit’s leathery skin. He played with it in his hand for a moment before opening his chocolate eyes to look at the vegetation.

“You’re missing the party,” you commented, gathering his attention.

“I don’t like people,” Crosshair retorted, placing the fruit in his lap.

“I know, but you’re usually not this secluded. I can typically find you somewhere in the settlement, not out here, which means you have something on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?”

A frown appeared on Crosshair’s face as he watched the green rays swimming around the estuaries. As if like clockwork, his hand left hand began to flex, mimicking the right one before he lost it during the Seige of Tanttis. It was a nervous tick he had whenever he was thinking about his time with the Empire, one that you knew all too well. You took his hand in yours, running a gentle thumb over the back while you waited for him to find the words he searched for.

After a few minutes, Crosshair lifted his head and sighed. “I keep thinking back to Idanus about how I promised never to use that training again. It reminds me of how close I came to becoming a monster and how things could be so different. I know that’s false, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You’re right. It’s not true because you’re not a monster,” you responded. “You’re Crosshair. Sure, you can be gloomy and a bit dark at times. But that’s part of your charm. There is a man worth loving under all that gibe, and I think allowing people inside has worked out for you so far.”

Crosshair turned his head to meet your warm smile and gaze. There was a glimmer of something unknown in his eyes. It wasn't anger or disdain but warm and inviting, as if the words you had told him so many times before had finally begun to affect him. Before you could even respond, he planted a peck on your cheek so fast that you almost missed it. You raised your hand to the spot where he kissed you and focused on a stalactite reaching down from the top, trying to stop your heart from racing. There was no mistaking. Crosshair, who seldom shared his feelings with anyone, had kissed you.

“If you tell anyone I did that, I will kill you,” he stated as he broke apart the fruit and handed a piece to you.

“That assumes you can touch me,” you responded, accepting the fruit and planting a more significant kiss on recoiling Crosshair’s cheek.

“You’re good, but you’re not good.”

“Excuse me, I have taken down several soldiers in my time.”

“From the safety of an Imperial strategy room, maybe. But I have taken down far more than that in hand-to-hand combat.”

You gave Crosshair a playful jab in the ribs as you sat in the cove, having your tête-à-tête while the others danced above you.

Peace, albeit temporary, had returned to the Bad Batch once more.

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Edmonton Property Inspection

Choosing the right home inspector in Edmonton is crucial to ensuring your property is in the best possible condition, whether you're buying, selling, or maintaining your home. At www.PrimeScopeInspection.ca, we offer a wide range of home inspections in Edmonton designed to meet the diverse needs of our clients. Our Edmonton property inspection services are comprehensive, covering everything from structural integrity to electrical and plumbing systems, providing you with a detailed report that highlights any issues or areas of concern.

As experienced professionals in the field, we understand that a thorough home inspection in Edmonton is more than just a formality. It’s an essential part of the home-buying process and a critical tool for homeowners looking to maintain their property. Our pre-purchase home inspection services are designed to give you peace of mind when making one of life’s biggest investments. By identifying potential problems before they escalate, we help you avoid costly repairs and ensure that your new home is safe, sound, and meets your expectations.

For current homeowners, regular homeowner inspections in Edmonton are equally important. Over time, even well-maintained homes can develop issues that may not be immediately visible. Our inspections help catch these problems early, allowing you to address them before they cause significant damage. This proactive approach not only protects your investment but also contributes to the long-term safety and value of your home.

At www.PrimeScopeInspection.ca, we pride ourselves on our attention to detail and our commitment to providing the highest quality home inspections in Edmonton. Our team of certified inspectors brings a wealth of experience and knowledge to each inspection, ensuring that no aspect of your property goes unchecked. We use the latest tools and technology to conduct our inspections, from moisture meters to thermal imaging cameras, ensuring that we provide the most accurate and comprehensive assessments possible.

Our Edmonton property inspection services are tailored to meet the specific needs of each client. Whether you're buying a newly built home or an older property, we have the expertise to handle all types of inspections. We take the time to thoroughly examine each component of the home, including the roof, foundation, HVAC systems, electrical, plumbing, and more. Our goal is to provide you with a complete understanding of the condition of the property, so you can make informed decisions.

One of the key services we offer at www.PrimeScopeInspection.ca is our pre-purchase home inspection. This service is designed for prospective buyers who want to ensure that their potential new home is free from hidden problems. Buying a home is a significant investment, and our inspections help protect that investment by identifying any issues that could lead to costly repairs down the road. Our detailed reports provide a clear picture of the home’s condition, giving you the information you need to negotiate repairs or adjust your offer accordingly.

In addition to pre-purchase home inspections, we also offer homeowner inspections for those who want to maintain their current property. Regular inspections are an excellent way to stay on top of maintenance and ensure that your home remains in good condition. By identifying small problems before they become big issues, you can avoid costly repairs and extend the life of your home’s systems and structures.

At www.PrimeScopeInspection.ca, we are committed to delivering high-quality home inspections Edmonton residents can rely on. We understand that every home is unique, and we tailor our services to meet the specific needs of each property and homeowner. Our goal is to provide you with the information you need to make informed decisions about your home, whether you’re buying, selling, or maintaining it.

In conclusion, if you're looking for a reliable and experienced home inspector in Edmonton, look no further than www.PrimeScopeInspection.ca. Our comprehensive home inspections are designed to provide peace of mind, protect your investment, and ensure the safety and longevity of your home. Contact us today to schedule your inspection and experience the www.PrimeScopeInspection.ca difference.

PrimeScope Home Inspection

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Edmonton, Alberta, T4X 2W3

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repelprotect · 5 days ago

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Effective Termite Control in Nairobi Protect Your Property Today

Are you concerned about termites threatening your property in Nairobi? You're not alone. These silent destroyers cause millions of shillings in property damage across Kenya each year. In this comprehensive guide, we'll show you how to identify, prevent, and effectively control termite infestations in Nairobi's unique climate.

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Understanding Termites in Nairobi

Nairobi's warm, humid climate creates the perfect environment for termites to thrive. The most common species in our region include:

Subterranean termites (underground nests)

Drywood termites (infest wooden structures directly)

Dampwood termites (target moisture-damaged wood)

Warning Signs of Termite Infestation

Look out for these tell-tale signs:

Mud tubes on walls and foundations

Hollow-sounding wood when tapped

Visible damage to wooden structures

Swarming termites, especially during rainy seasons

Discarded wings near windows and doors

Prevention Strategies

1. Moisture Control

Fix leaking pipes and roof issues promptly

Ensure proper drainage around your property

Maintain good ventilation in crawl spaces

2. Building Maintenance

Regular inspection of wooden structures

Keep wood materials away from soil contact

Use treated wood for construction

Maintain a gap between soil and wooden parts of buildings

3. Landscaping Practices

Remove dead trees and stumps

Keep mulch away from building foundations

Trim bushes and vegetation near walls

Professional Treatment Options

At Repel Pest Management, we offer comprehensive termite control solutions:

Chemical Treatments

Soil treatments

Wood treatments

Baiting systems

Physical Barriers

Installation of metal barriers

Sand barriers

Proper foundation design

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Modern Technologies

Thermal imaging for detection

Eco-friendly treatment options

Targeted application methods

Why Choose Professional Control?

DIY methods often provide temporary relief but may not address the root cause. Professional termite control offers:

Thorough inspection and assessment

Customized treatment plans

Long-term protection

Regular monitoring

Warranty coverage

Prevention Tips for Homeowners

Daily Practices

Keep wood and cellulose materials away from foundations

Monitor for signs of moisture damage

Conduct regular visual inspections

Maintain proper ventilation

Annual Maintenance

Schedule professional inspections

Update termite barriers as needed

Review and renew treatment plans

Address structural vulnerabilities

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Cost of Inaction

Delaying termite control can lead to:

Extensive structural damage

Decreased property value

Higher repair costs

Health and safety risks

Insurance complications

Take Action Today

Don't wait until termites cause significant damage to your property. Contact Repel Pest Management for:

Free inspection

Custom treatment plans

Professional application

Ongoing monitoring

Guaranteed results

Our Commitment

We understand the unique challenges of termite control in Nairobi's environment. Our certified technicians use the latest methods and technologies to protect your property effectively.

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flashdropwaterdamageca · 6 days ago

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Water Damage Worries? Steps to Get Your Home Back to Normal

Water damage is one of the most challenging issues a homeowner can face. It disrupts daily life, damages property, and can even pose health risks if not addressed properly. Whether caused by a burst pipe, heavy rains, or a faulty appliance, taking swift and effective action is key to restoring your home to its original state and preventing long-term problems.

Identifying the Extent of Water Damage

The first step in dealing with water damage is assessing how severe the situation is. Sometimes, it’s easy to spot—standing water in a basement or soaked carpets are hard to miss. Other times, the damage is hidden, manifesting as stains on walls, bubbling paint, or musty odors. These less obvious signs often indicate water has seeped into materials like drywall or flooring, creating a breeding ground for mold.

Ignoring the problem can lead to significant structural damage, especially if water compromises the foundation or weakens wooden beams. Identifying both the visible and hidden damage is crucial to begin the restoration process.

How to Start the Recovery Process

The sooner water is removed, the less damage it can cause. If you’re dealing with standing water, begin by extracting it using pumps or wet/dry vacuums. For smaller areas, towels and mops can help, but for larger problems, professional equipment is often necessary.

Once the water is removed, drying out the space is essential. Fans, dehumidifiers, and ventilation can help remove excess moisture, but areas like behind walls or under floors may require specialized attention. If not properly dried, lingering moisture can lead to mold growth and compromise air quality in your home.

Professional Water Damage Restoration services can ensure that no hidden moisture is left behind. These experts use tools like thermal imaging and moisture meters to detect dampness in areas you might not suspect, ensuring a thorough recovery process.

Restoring Your Home to Its Former Glory

Once the water and moisture are addressed, the focus shifts to repairing and restoring damaged areas. Depending on the extent of the damage, this could involve replacing drywall, refinishing floors, or even reconstructing parts of the property. It’s also an opportunity to assess and improve the home’s water resistance, such as fixing drainage systems or upgrading to more durable materials.

Addressing the cause of the water damage is just as important as repairing the damage itself. Whether it’s fixing a broken pipe, sealing a leaky roof, or improving the slope of your landscaping, preventing future incidents can save you time and money down the road.

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axontecs · 7 days ago

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What Sets the Best CCTV Installation Company in Saudi Arabia Apart from Competitors?

In today’s world of business, it has become important that your property and your belongings are secured most of the time. To any Saudi based business, the search for a CCTV installation company is not merely a case of going for the cheapest option; it’s more about value, efficiency and durability. However, there are questions that come into our mind; what should actually make the best CCTV installation company in Saudi Arabia be outstanding from the rest? But let us go to the identification of the characteristics that would define the competencies of the players in this field.

1. Comprehensive Expertise in CCTV Technology

The best CCTV installation companies are knowledgeable concerning any prevailing security innovations. They are not only in the business of fixing cameras; they deploy solutions based on definite requirements. From upgraded Internet Protocol (IP) cameras and thermal imagers to artificial intelligence integrated surveillance with facial and motion detection, you know that only the best is being offered.

Why It Matters:

The security needs of businesses in Saudi Arabia can vary hence why the market demands special security surveillance solutions. No matter if it is a retail store, an office building, or an industrial building, having a company with full solutions brings the maximum security result.

2. Custom-Tailored Security Solutions

In security, we cannot fit all the suites into a single mold. The best CCTV installation companies are those that are able to design and install security systems that meet the client's circumstance, vulnerability, and working condition. They can visit the scene of the crime to look at factors of weakness and suggest the best places to mount cameras.

Example:

The company that owns the logistics may require cameras at loading bays and the entrance to the warehouses differently from a retail business might require cameras in customer zones to prevent theft. First-tier providers pay particular attention to the fact that every camera must have a tactical function.

3. Exceptional Customer Support

Customer support can be very teasing and is a make or mar factor in any CCTV they provide to the clients. The most recommended CCTV installation firm in Saudi Arabia values clients by ensuring they receive professional, responsive, and informative support at the purchase decision-making stage, during installation, and after installation.

Key Features of Great Customer Service:

Consultation Services: DEFINITE information as to the right systems for its requirements.

Responsive Support: Fast replies to questions or concerns that any subscriber might have or troubles that they may encounter.

Ongoing Maintenance: Periodic probes on the system to keep it at its best always.

4. Proven Track Record and Credibility

Listed below are key attributes which define the best CCTV installation companies, We have also provided samples of successful companies from various countries. They may have benefited multinational corporations, small firms, or government offices; all this shows how reliable they are.

Indicators of Credibility:

Certifications: Possessing the industry standard and certification including ISO or domestic acceptance.

Client Testimonials: Feasible strategies such as happy or positive feedback of customers.

Long-Standing Presence: Cumulative years of experience of the companies and separate branches in Saudi Arabia in the security industry.

5. Advanced Integration Capabilities

The security that we have today is not only the cameras, but also the concept of a security system in general. Industry players have developed packages with possibilities to install CCTV together with other features namely; access control, alarm systems, and remote monitoring among others.

Benefits of Integration:

Centralized Management: Integrates all security systems under one roof.

Enhanced Efficiency: Notifications of such actions as login from unusual locations, or multiple login attempts.

Cost Savings: Low redundancy and better resources mobilization.

6. Transparent Pricing and Value for Money

Pricing transparency means that you as the consumer understand the full cost of the product you are receiving. It was found out that the Saudi Arabian business organizations aim at delivering value for money through delivering value for price through quality products and services.

What to Look For:

Detailed Proposals: Good distinctions of installation charges, tools, and exercise charges.

No Hidden Charges: Be nerve-free with our fixed, transparent prices.

Warranty Offers: Guarantee of quality through offering of warranties for both products and services.

7. Robust After-Sales Services

Usually customers and businesses pay little attention to after-sales service although it will go a long way in determining which CCTV installation company in Saudi Arabia is the best. These companies are fully aware of the fact that a security system requires constant attention and investment is as good as implementation.

Services to Expect:

Regular Maintenance: Periodical maintenance to avoid having break downs.

Upgrades and Updates: The problem of ensuring your system is compatible with a dynamic and growing one.

24/7 Technical Support: Support whenever you are in a fix.

8. Emphasis on Training and Knowledge Transfer

A good CCTV installation company makes sure that its clients are in a position to operate their systems. They have the knowledge of how to train your team well in the use of the cams, how to draw footage from the cams as well as how to handle alarms.

Training Benefits:

Empowered Staff: By the same token, employees are capable of managing routine security concerns on their own.

Minimized Downtime: The ability to dispose of small scale system problems within the shortest time possible.

Better ROI: Increased use of your investment on the Closed Circuit Televisions.

9. Commitment to Compliance with Saudi Laws

Any security installation that is to be implemented within Saudi Arabian territory has to conform to the Saudi Arabian laws and regulations. The best companies do continue to update themselves on these laws and therefore your system must be in order to avoid breaching the law.

Compliance Areas:

Privacy Regulations: Guaranteeing that cameras do not violate the public or private life rights.

Technical Standards: Installation and equipment standards peculiar to Saudi Arabia.

Documentation: Documentation for requirements involving installations particular in government or secure regions.

10. Sustainability and Future-Readiness

Security solutions are no exception to this tenet and future-proofing is now an important consideration in system design. Large players provide options making your Lighting business more energy efficient and the systems that they provide are expandable.

What This Means:

Eco-Friendly Technology: Low power cameras and systems have low energy ratings thus affordable to use.

Scalability: Scalability, that is, the ability to add new cameras or features without having recourse to the core system design.

AI and Cloud Integration: Design adaptive systems capable of performing enhanced analysis and having a remote surveillance feature.

Conclusion

Selecting the best CCTV installation company in Saudi Arabia means going for more than the price range. It is about investing in a provider that seeks to bring competency, stability and future returns into the process. As these companies will offer custom tailored solutions, great service and Saudi regulation adherence, your business will be safe and shielded in an increasingly volatile world.

Every time you opt for a reputable CCTV company, you are not merely putting up cameras, but guaranteeing the safety of your home or establishment for many years.

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