#How to Unlock the Secrets of Effective Time Management

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How to Unlock the Secrets of Effective Time Management

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[callsigns-haze]

The quiet ones

Summary: You surprise the Dagger Squad by revealing your secret to Bob, who shyly but lovingly melts into your kiss as the others watch in shock, as shy guys are your type.

Chapter Warning: Secret relationship reveal, unexpected PDA, and flustered teammates, drinking.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

The sun is barely up, casting a soft glow over the empty beach outside The Hard Deck as you pull open the doors and step into the familiar dimness of the bar.

You've been doing this for years—unlocking before the heat of the day sets in, setting up stools, and sliding glasses onto the shelves with the smooth rhythm you've perfected. Today feels the same, but something in the air hints it won't be an ordinary shift. There's a buzz, the sort that comes with Navy missions brewing, whispered over drinks in tones low enough that only bartenders know how to hear.

You're wiping down the bar when the door creaks open. You look up and spot a guy with dark-rimmed glasses, a touch of shyness evident in the way he stands at the door, scanning the place like he’s about to get reprimanded just for being here early. He's tall but sort of unassuming, a guy who'd rather fade into the background. He's a contrast to the pilots who usually come in loud, all bravado and swagger. You recognize him instantly: Bob, the quiet one who stands at the edges of the Dagger Squad.

As he approaches, you give him a slow, easy smile and cross your arms, leaning back. "Hey there. Early start for you guys?"

He swallows hard, adjusting his glasses. “Uh…yeah. Just…getting a round for the squad.” His voice is barely audible, like he’s half-hoping you’ll mishear and let him walk away without much fuss.

Your eyes flick over him, taking in his nervous fidgeting. It’s endearing, really, the way he seems like he'd rather be anywhere but standing across from you. And maybe it’s because he's the polar opposite of the loud types, but you can’t help teasing him a little.

“So…who’s in charge of this little mission?” you ask, setting down a few glasses with a subtle clink.

He hesitates, caught off guard by the question. “Uh…Admiral Simpson.”

You chuckle. “Beau? That's my uncle."

Bob's eyes widen, his mouth hanging open for a moment before he stammers out a response. "Oh. Uh, wow. I… I didn’t know." The faintest blush creeps up his cheeks, and he looks down, almost embarrassed to be caught off guard like that.

You can’t resist needling him just a bit more, leaning in just close enough to watch him fluster. You know the effect you have—the low neckline of your top, the tattoos trailing down your arm, the glint of your piercings just visible through the thin fabric. He’s doing his best not to stare, but his eyes flick down for a split second before he yanks his gaze back up, his face turning redder by the second.

“Don’t worry,” you say with a smirk, letting your fingers trace the rim of a glass, “your secret’s safe with me.”

“Uh…thanks. I just—um, I’ll take…uh, the round,” he manages, his voice catching as you pour the drinks.

You can see his struggle—the way he wants to say something, but every time he opens his mouth, he clams up. He's never met anyone like you before, that’s obvious. The confidence, the tattoos, the piercings peeking through the fabric—it all ties together into something that leaves him completely off balance. And he’s… well, adorable.

As you slide the last glass across the bar to him, you give him a wink. “See you around, Bob. Bring your friends by sometime.”

He mutters a quiet “thank you” and shuffles out, beers in hand and cheeks flushed. And as he heads out the door, you can't help but grin to yourself, wondering if he’ll find the nerve to say more next time.

---

It’s a typical night at The Hard Deck, the bar buzzing with energy, filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and rock music blaring from the jukebox. The place is packed with Navy types, just as it always is when there’s no active mission holding them back. You’re behind the bar, quick on your feet, sliding drinks to customers and catching up with the regulars. Then, through the crowd, you spot him.

Hangman strides up to the bar with that cocky swagger he’s famous for. Tall, blond, and all confidence, he’s got a grin that could charm the devil himself. And he knows it. Tonight, he’s dressed in his usual off-duty look—just tight enough T-shirt and a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, looking every bit the guy who doesn’t take “no” for an answer. But that’s the game he plays, and tonight you’re ready for him.

“Evening, sweetheart,” he drawls, leaning across the bar just a little too close. “Thought you’d be closed by now.”

You raise an eyebrow, resting your hands on the bar and meeting his gaze without flinching. “Well, I thought you’d be up in the air by now,” you shoot back, your tone teasing. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

He chuckles, clearly delighted by the challenge. “All right, you got me there,” he says, glancing around. “But I’ve got a list for you. The squad’s thirsty tonight.”

“Let’s hear it, then,” you say, pulling out a row of glasses, ready to work but giving him your full attention.

He leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. “Well, let’s start with two beers for Phoenix and Bob. Can’t have ‘em dehydrating, right?” There’s a slight pause, and he gives you a smirk, his gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary. “Make sure Bob’s is extra cold—he’s, uh, still cooling off after the last time you talked to him.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you start on the beers. “Don’t tell me he’s still flustered from that., it's been years.”

“Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance with you around, no matter the time,” Hangman says with a wink. “But hey, he’ll survive. Next up, Coyote wants a whiskey—neat. You know how he is. And Rooster…” He pauses, rolling his eyes in that way he does whenever he brings up Rooster. “Rooster’s a beer guy, as usual. But let’s give him the lighter stuff. Don’t want him trying to prove anything tonight.”

You slide the beers across to him, already pouring the whiskey as he keeps going. “And what about you, Hangman?” you ask, tossing him a smirk. “Anything special, or do you just want a mirror to stare into?”

He laughs, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth. “Ouch, darlin’. That one stings.” He places a hand over his heart, feigning offense before letting his gaze flick down to the line of tattoos trailing up your arm, then back to meet your eyes with a mischievous glint. “But as long as you’re the one serving, I’ll take whatever you recommend.”

You pour him a whiskey, sliding it over the bar with a raised brow. “Think you can handle it?”

He picks up the glass, holding it up to you with that easy, confident grin. “Oh, I can handle a lot more than that. But I like a bartender who can keep me on my toes.” He takes a sip, never breaking eye contact, letting the moment hang in the air.

The bar is still loud around you, but there’s a beat where it’s just you and him, his gaze heavy and flirtatious, yours daring him to keep going. He leans in a little closer, his voice a quiet murmur. “You know, we should get a drink somewhere else sometime. Just you and me.”

You lean back, letting a slow smile spread across your face, but truly this guy is not for you. “Oh, is that an invitation?”

“Consider it an open one,” he replies, giving you a wink before stepping back to gather up the drinks. “But hey, don’t take too long thinking it over. I don’t like waiting.”

It’s been a busy night, the bar still packed as the crowd buzzes with the kind of energy that only comes when there’s no telling when the next mission will roll around. You’re behind the bar, catching your breath after that last round, when you catch sight of Rooster winding his way through the crowd, headed straight for you.

He’s wearing his usual laid-back style—well-worn jeans, a vintage band T-shirt, and that aviator jacket slung over his shoulders. He looks like something out of a different time, especially with those sunglasses perched up in his curls, even though it’s night. Rooster always has this quiet, steady confidence, like he knows he doesn’t need to announce himself. And there’s something a little different in his step as he approaches you, maybe a touch of playfulness in the way he’s looking at you, a half-smile already curving on his lips.

“Hey, bartender,” he says, leaning onto the bar with an easy grin. “I’m back for the squad’s refills, but this time I think we’re changing things up.”

“Oh yeah?” You give him an amused look, resting your hands on the bar and leaning in just enough to close the space between you. “Guessing Hangman finally realized he can order something other than whiskey?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, Hangman’s hard to change. But the rest of us? We’re open to suggestions. Figured you might know what we need better than we do.”

You raise a brow, sensing the tease in his tone. “Oh, so now I’m in charge of drinks? Guess I must be moving up in the world.”

“Better believe it.” He flashes you a quick grin. “But you still gotta keep me entertained while you’re at it.”

You laugh, reaching for a row of glasses. “Let me see… Something tells me you could handle a little extra kick tonight.” You pour a round of tequila for Phoenix and Coyote, grabbing lime wedges and a sprinkle of salt for the rims.

“Tequila for Phoenix and Coyote,” you announce, lining them up. “And… let’s do something different for Bob. A Moscow Mule might be more his speed—something smooth but not too strong, I know he likes it.”

“Perfect,” Rooster nods, his eyes catching on the way your hands move as you pour, clearly fascinated. “And what do you recommend for me?”

“Hmm,” you say, pretending to consider as you tilt your head, catching his gaze. “Something with a bit of bite, I think. Something… classic.”

You reach for the whiskey, but instead of neat, you add a twist of orange, pouring a well-balanced Old Fashioned. You slide it over to him, catching his eye with a smirk. “Think you’re ready for that?”

He picks up the glass, turning it slowly in his hand, that same lazy smile lingering on his face. “Only if you’re ready to join me for one sometime,” he says, his voice low enough to make sure you catch the hint. He takes a sip, and his gaze stays fixed on you, watching your reaction, clearly testing the waters.

You raise an eyebrow, not about to let him off easy. “And what makes you think I’d go for a guy who takes drink recommendations from the bartender?”

He chuckles, not missing a beat. “Because I don’t think you’d waste your time with just any guy.” He holds your gaze, letting the words hang in the air, something challenging in his smile. “You seem a little… particular.”

“And you think you’re up to the standards?” You tilt your head, leaning on the bar just close enough that he has to take in every word.

His eyes flick down to your arm, where your tattoos catch the light, and then back up to meet yours, a flicker of mischief in his gaze. “I think I’d be willing to try,” he says, his voice smooth, steady. “But I’ll leave it up to you if I get the chance.”

You shake your head, suppressing a grin, and reach for another glass, pouring yourself a splash of soda as you lean back. “How about you focus on delivering those drinks first, hotshot?”

Rooster raises his glass in a mock salute, his eyes never leaving yours. “Alright, boss,” he says, clearly amused. “But don’t think I’m letting this go that easily.”

He picks up the tray, balancing it with practiced ease as he throws one last look over his shoulder before heading back to the squad. You’re left behind the bar, catching your breath with a smile as you watch him go, knowing full well he’ll be back for another round—and maybe another shot at breaking through.

-

The Dagger Squad is clustered around a corner table, the drinks you just served scattered across the tabletop. Conversation and laughter flow easily, but the energy shifts the second Hangman and Rooster start eyeing each other, sizing each other up with cocky grins and sidelong glances. Bob, meanwhile, is trying his best to blend into the background, clutching his Moscow Mule and looking more than a little flustered as he watches his teammates' latest standoff unfold.

“You know, Rooster,” Jake drawls, leaning back in his chair and raising his whiskey with an infuriatingly smug smile, “you’re wasting your time here. She’s clearly more into a guy with… confidence.” He emphasizes the last word, smirking as he takes a slow sip, his eyes flicking over to the bar where you’re serving another customer.

Rooster snorts, crossing his arms as he leans forward. “Confidence? Is that what you call whatever it is you do?” He shakes his head, trying to keep his voice casual, but the competitive gleam in his eyes betrays him. “Trust me, Bagman, she’s not going for the guy who struts around like a damn peacock.”

Phoenix snickers, sipping her tequila and watching the scene unfold like it’s her favourite soap opera. “This is priceless,” she mutters to Coyote, who nods, clearly entertained.

“Oh, please,” Jake fires back, unfazed. “You think that ‘slow burn’ routine of yours is going to win her over? Women don’t want to wait around forever. They like a guy who knows what he wants.” He casts another confident glance toward the bar, and Rooster follows his gaze, jaw tightening just slightly.

Bob, meanwhile, is turning a shade of red that nearly matches his squadmate’s call sign. He keeps his eyes firmly on his drink, but Phoenix catches the flush creeping up his neck and nudges him with her elbow.

“Hey, Bob,” she says with a mischievous grin, “you’re awfully quiet over there. What do you think? Who’s got the better shot?”

Bob’s eyes widen as every head at the table turns to look at him. He stammers, his grip tightening on his glass. “I—I don’t know,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible. “I, uh… I think she’d go for someone… respectful. Kind of… uh…”

Rooster grins, reaching over to pat Bob’s shoulder, his tone almost affectionate. “See, Bob gets it. A guy who’s not all in her face about it.”

Jake rolls his eyes, scoffing as he leans back. “Right. Because nothing says ‘charming’ like shyly staring into your drink.”

Bob just blushes harder, sinking a little lower in his seat as Phoenix pats his back in a show of support. “Ignore them, Bob. They’re just scared you’re the dark horse here,” she teases, sending Jake and Bradley a challenging look.

“Oh, is that it?” Hangman laughs, tipping his glass toward Bob in mock salute. “Tell you what, Bob—if she turns me down, I’ll let you take a shot.”

Rooster shakes his head, chuckling. “Sure, Bob. If Jake somehow fails—and trust me, he will—you’ve got my blessing.”

Bob’s face is now a deep shade of crimson, and he lets out a nervous laugh, clearly mortified. But he can’t resist glancing over toward the bar, where you’re moving easily between customers, completely unaware of the mini-drama playing out across the room.

“You know what?” Rooster says, straightening up and giving Jake a look that’s half-challenge, half-smirk. “Why don’t we let her decide who’s worth her time?”

Jake’s eyes narrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Fine by me, Rooster. May the best man win.”

Bob practically melts into his seat, but despite his obvious embarrassment, there’s the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he glances at you.

-

You’ve been keeping an eye on the Dagger Squad from behind the bar, and you’ve caught enough of the banter to know they’re up to something. You can feel the weight of their stares now, so you decide to put them out of their misery. With a knowing smile, you grab a couple of fresh napkins and make your way over to the table, letting your gaze linger on one person in particular.

Bob’s leaning on the railing, doing his best to stay out of the spotlight as Jake and Bradley bicker, each too wrapped up in their little rivalry to notice you coming. Only Phoenix catches your approach, her eyes widening in excitement as she realizes what’s about to happen. She’s the only one who knows, after all.

“Hey, Bobby,” you say with a playful lilt, giving him a warm smile. His head snaps up, his cheeks turning an immediate shade of pink.

You can tell he’s trying to play it cool, but there’s a flicker of pure adoration in his eyes as he takes you in. Without a word, he leans in, brushing his lips softly against yours, his hand finding your waist as he pulls you in. His usual shyness fades as he melts into the kiss, his touch growing just a little bolder, like he’s letting himself savour every second.

Around you, the entire squad has gone silent. Rooster, Hangman, and Coyote are all staring, mouths slightly open in complete disbelief. But it’s not the kiss that has them in shock. It’s the glint of your engagement ring—hanging on a delicate chain around your neck, tucked just under the collar of your shirt. The light catches it as you pull back from Bob, and you see the realization dawn on each of their faces.

“Oh, my god,” Phoenix gasps, covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter as she watches Jake and Bradley try to process what they’re seeing. “No way. All this time, and she’s been with… Bobby?” Her eyes sparkle with pure delight as she glances back at you, unable to contain her excitement.

Bob, still flushed from the kiss, shifts awkwardly as he catches sight of his teammates’ stunned expressions. He ducks his head, clearly overwhelmed by all the attention, but there’s a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close.

“Wait…you’re with Bob?” Hangman says, still sounding completely baffled. He shakes his head, his usual confidence gone. “And you’re engaged?”

“Guess we kept it under wraps a little too well,” you say with a smirk, running a hand affectionately through Bob’s hair, watching as he blushes even deeper but relaxes into your touch. He looks at you with such genuine, quiet adoration that it’s impossible not to smile.

Rooster, still processing, lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Wow. And here I was thinking shy guys didn’t stand a chance.”

Phoenix is practically beside herself with joy, and she can’t help but gloat just a little. “Well, guess what, boys?” You grin, crossing your arms. “Turns out all I wanted was the quiet one.”

[ditzyrafe]

— bf!rafe using a vibrator on u in public

warnings — mentions of a vibrator, fingering, car sex, lewd language

a/n — @slut4you (this is your ask, i accidentally deleted your message i'm sorry😭)

the low thrum starts deep inside you, a sudden, secret vibration against your most sensitive inner walls. you jump, your spine straightening instantly against the plush restaurant chair, heart leaping into your throat. across the table, rafe's eyes glint with wicked amusement, his smirk telling you everything you need to know. his hand is conveniently hidden beneath the table linen.

"is there a problem, baby?" he mouths silently, feigning innocence.

heat floods your face, a betraying flush you pray isn't visible in the dim lighting. the vibration pulses inside your pussy, every nerve ending seems to spark awake, acutely aware of the foreign object nestled inside you. it feels huge, loud, even though you know it's neither. the knowledge that it's there, humming away while strangers sit just feet away, is suffocating.

you shift slightly, trying to alleviate the direct pressure, but it only makes the sensation more pronounced. the paranoia of people knowing what's happening mixes dangerously with a burgeoning arousal, a slick thrill tightening low in your belly.

"s-stop it," you manage to whisper, leaning forward slightly, trying to shield your expression.

"why?" rafe whispers back, leaning in too, his voice a low caress that sends shivers down your spine. "afraid someone might notice how much you like it?" his thumb must move on the remote because the pattern shifts — short, sharp bursts now, targeting that spot that makes your breath hitch and your toes curl inside your heels.

the meal passes in a blur. rafe talks about his business, and you think that he'd stop his antics. but he doesn't. he dials the vibrator up and down seemingly at random, teasing you, keeping you perpetually on edge but never letting you reach the peak. by the time you'd finished, you'd turned into a trembling mess, a desperate ache settled low in your belly.

"ready to go, baby?" rafe finally asks, signing the bill with haste. the vibrator gives one last, strong pulse as if in agreement.

the walk to the car is torture. every step sends waves of sensation through you from the device still nestled inside. rafe slips an arm around your waist, pulling you close, his thumb brushing knowingly against your hipbone. he unlocks the car but doesn't open your door immediately. instead, he steers you around to the back passenger side.

"get in," he orders, his voice low and rough now, the playful tone gone, replaced by raw demand.

the moment the door clicks shut behind you both, plunging the backseat into relative darkness, he's on you. he doesn't bother with finesse, just pushes you back against the seats, hiking up your dress impatiently.

"been waiting all night for this, haven't you?" he growls, his fingers replacing the vibrator's hum now as he pulls it out, shoving it back in slightly to tease you. when he finally takes it out of you, you whimper. his touch is instantly more effective, knowing exactly where to press, how to stroke. he finds your clit immediately, rubbing firmly, while his other fingers dive into your slick heat.

"rafe, please," you gasp, arching off the middle seat, the built-up tension from hours of teasing making you ridiculously sensitive. the cramped space, the lingering public thrill, his demanding touch — it's overwhelming.

he doesn't need more encouragement. his fingers move with skilled urgency, stretching you, stroking rhythmically, hitting that perfect spot again and again. the pressure builds incredibly fast, a frantic climb after hours held simmering. you clung to his shoulders, muffled cries escaping your lips as he drives you relentlessly towards the edge.

your orgasm rips through you with violent intensity, a shattering release that leaves you gasping and trembling against the leather seats. he holds you tight through the aftershocks, his fingers still buried inside you, letting you feel the last echoes of pleasure before finally, slowly, withdrawing. he leans back, breathing heavily, a look of dark satisfaction on his face in the dim light filtering in from the streetlights.

"told you i'd take care of ‘ya. but now you gotta take care of’me, baby."

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© written by ditzyrafe — do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!

[cherrychilli]

18+ Steve Harrington x f! reader, perv! Steve, best friend! reader Masturbation(m), voyuerism (f) implied PIV sex, very teeny tiny mention of body horror. Nothing graphic I prommy. WC:2.7K

A/N: Pervy Steve being pervy once again. Reader's a bit of a weirdo herself. Enjoy!

Steve's already beginning to regret his decision.

It's a sobering realization as he tries to think back on the last time he played ball with the team. Or with anybody for that matter. A long long time ago, he gulps.

The thing was, stacking VHS tapes at Family Video was certainly a far cry from the kind of exercise he used to do back in Highschool. Barely breaking a sweat. His breath remaining controlled and nowhere near labored.

And now here he was, damn near wheezing as he tries to catch up to you as your jog ahead of him, although if there's one thing that's making this hellish jog tolerable its that he gets to watch your ass bounce underneath those little shorts of yours.

"Just two more blocks, Stevie c'mon", you called over your shoulder at him as he sourly trudges on, making a mental note to never get roped into one of your fitness kicks again.

Throat hoarse, knees shaky and sweat aplenty, he manages a thankful smile at the sight of your house, the both of you agreeing to stop there because it was much closer than his own place.

Both his and your Nike's crunch over the gravel that fills your drive way, now much prettier lined with your mother's hydrangea bushes in full bloom. Fresh bunches of pastel blues, purple's and yellows attract buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies alike. It's beautiful enough to make Steve forget about the way his ankle clicks with every step after jogging up the slope that lead to your home.

"So, what are you going to stitch these onto next?", he gestures to the hydrangeas and your whole face lights up ecstatically. "I'm not sure just yet but I can't wait until I find something good enough".

It was no secret that you liked florals, most of your clothes featuring some kind of posy, big or small. But for the items that didn't have any, you learned quickly with a needle and some thread, embroidering all kinds of flowers onto your clothes and other belongings - cushion covers, tote bags, the pockets on your jeans, pillow covers and whatever else you could leave your mark on.

Walking up to the porch that wrapped around your house, the windchime tinkles above your heads as you work your key into the lock, the sound reminding Steve of clinking champagne glasses together which in turn reminds him of how positively parched he is.

When you get the door unlocked and step aside, you let Steve walk ahead of you this time, sensing his impatience as he heads into the kitchen, pouring the both of you a tall, chilled glass of ice water each.

You thank him and sip at yours, amused at the sight of Steve chugging his down. Well, not just amused. A rivulet runs down his chin and snakes down the length of his throat as his adams apple bobs up and down, dampening the sweat soaked collar of his shirt even more.

Putting your empty glass down, you discreetly turn your back to Steve, bringing your hands up to pinch your cheeks hard, as if it might help force out the weird but not exactly unpleasant feeling that sprouted as you watched him trying to quench himself. It wasn't the first time it's happened either. Just a side effect that came with being friends with the former King Steve you supposed. It was during times like this that you could see why so many wanted his attention.

Steve on the other hand hasn't noticed your reaction, only that the pleasantly chilly relief that washed over him is short lived when it comes time to head up to your room. It's on the second floor so Steve frowns at the sight of your oak staircase, slowly but heatedly ascending it, cussing all throughout the way. You're just so tickled by it, his silly disdain making you giggle.

Feeling sorry for him, you insist on letting him go in and shower first because it was the polite thing to do. There's a little back and forth exchanged between you two when Steve begins to feel a little embarrassed and suggests you head in first seeing as it was your bathroom but you press on until eventually you get him to give in.

"Alright alright. I'll be out in ten" he tells you, picking up his duffle bag containing a fresh pair of clothes for him to change into, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

He sticks to his word, making sure to wrap up in under ten minutes because he hated keeping you waiting. But perhaps most importantly because he didn't want you to think he might be doing something he shouldn't.

It's something he's always been cautious about for a long time now. Many a time he's showered in your bathroom, carefully observing all of the products that make you smell as nice as you do. It's all innocent except that he can never shake knowing how you shed your clothes in here. How you work in your cranberry shampoo in your hair. How you squirt your cherry blossom body wash onto your loofah and run it over every inch of your body - your legs, between your breasts, your belly your --

Whipping his head side to side just in time like that might help eject the thought from his head entirely, he's able to snap out of it, toweling off and shoving his clothes on before taking a moment to compose himself.

Coming out, Steve nearly walks into you when he interrupts you in the middle of pulling off your socks and dropping them into the wicker basket by the bathroom door.

"I'll just be a couple of minutes" you tell him but you both know it'll be a little longer than. You weren't one to skip over your haircare and skincare routines. Not that Steve minded.

When the door clicks shut behind you Steve lays down on your bed, the soft mattress feels like heaven on his back after that cursed jog and it's all made even better because your sheets and your pillows smell like you.

He could have dozed off right there if he wanted but his mind keeps working. It makes him wonder. Having spent the night a few times he knows you throw on a pair of modest shorts and a wrinkled sleep shirt two sizes too big for you. But was that how you always tucked in for the night?

Were you the type to forego the shorts? maybe leave on a pair of panties under that billowing shirt? or did you discard that too? panties and nothing else. Or maybe you took those off too if the conversation he'd overheard you having with Robin was to believe.

"I feel like I'm on the menu, man. Barbeque all day. I pretty much live in my shower when I get back home that I might have to start paying rent for it", Robin comments on the heat.

"Shit, me too. Nights are the worst though", you reply, using a leaflet someone had handed you out on the street to fan yourself.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I don't even towel off and that's how I get to sleep. No clothes, no covers. Just praying it doesn't get hotter. And that I don't wake up in a pool of my own sweat in the morning, you know?"

Oh fuck oh god no.

Steve stares down at his sweats, horrified to find the very evident outline of his cock tenting between his legs. And what's worse, he knows all too well that it won't go down on its own unless he takes care of it himself. It's always been this way. His dick is anything if not persistent.

He looks around your room in panic, surveying carefully. He knows he can't finish the way he usually does, messy streaks splattered on his soft belly. He needs something to clean up the mess without you finding out. That's when his eyes land on the dirty laundry hamper you'd used not even fifteen minutes ago.

Steve scrambles off the bed, approaching your hamper of dirty laundry. He can still hear the shower running inside, letting him know that he probably still has a little more time left.

Looking thoroughly, Steve figures you must have done your laundry recently because all that's there is a couple of t-shirts and...

He picks up one of your socks as it lays at the very top of the little pile, slightly damp but still plush and soft, a little sprig of lavender embroidered near the top by the Nike logo.

Just knowing you'd worn it makes his dick twitch and though it's a couple of sizes smaller than some of the socks Steve's used for the very same purpose, he guessed it'll be a tight fit but possible.

Quietly shuffling back into your your bed, Steve's quick to pull the waistband of his sweats below his cock and his ass.

He spits into his hand to slick it up and down his length, finding even more embroidered items neatly spread in every corner of your room -- a row of sunflowers running up your curtains, fuchsia colored tulips on your blanket, daisies on the robe you've left folded over your desk chair.

He thinks himself rotten for doing this. Using something of yours to help get him off. Especially something of yours which you'd gone through the trouble of making look nicer.

Although, if he's being completely honest, knowing that kind of makes him want to do it so much more.

To corrupt. To taint. To claim.

Steve gently, but with a sense of urgency, pulls your sock over his length. Groaning, he guessed right about it being a tight fit but that just makes the sensation all the better.

The slippery slick fibers makes him think of your mouth - your pretty lips when you're both outside, trying to beat the heat with a couple of cherry popsicles. Your red tongue always wrapped around the sweet treat in a way that Steve could never do but watching you suck at it and take it in inch by inch down to the bottom was just as good to watch too.

There was no dry chafing as he kept at it, precum soaking into the cotton too to help keep things wet and glide his cock through. Looking up at the ceiling he thinks of you on top of him. What he'd give to watch your tits bounce in front of his face, to hear the springs beneath your mattress groan and strain the harder you bounced on his cock.

"Oh Jesus, fuck", eyes squeezing shut. At this point he knows he's getting close, and all wants to think about before he cums is you coming out of your bathroom, draped in your bathrobe. The black satin one, although if you were emerge in that thick baby blue one you seem to favor you'd get no complaints from Steve about it.

His hand pumps harder and harder, picturing you undoing the sash from around your waist, pulling it open and letting it fall to the floor and pile there. The little pink Dahlia you'd stitched into it still visible where it sits on the floor.

"No clothes, no covers", Steve recalls you saying and that's exactly how he pictures you, draping himself over your nude body, touching and kissing you all over. Surrounded by the scent of you, pressing his nose to your pillow. He wants to know what you smell like if you were to let him bring his face between your legs. The soft scratch of your bush tickling his nose, the warm tangy slick collecting on his tongue as he runs it up between your folds, never forgetting to kiss your clit before he sucks it.

And that's what does it. Hips twitching, toes curling, eyes so close to rolling back into his head. Steve empties himself into the sock, filling it with the thick, sticky cum he'd much rather pump into you if you'd ever let him.

"Well, thanks for cleaning up Stevie"

He shoots up in your bed, horrified at being found out like this -- for fuck sake he's even still got your soiled sock fitted over his cock.

"I didn't hear the door open..." he wants to crawl out of his own skin and slip into somebody else'. Literally anyone else who isn't him would do.

"Oh don't worry about that. I caught an eyeful peeping through the keyhole." you walk over in your cotton shorts and t-shirt.

"So, what were you thinking about"? you cock your head to the side all inquisitive.

something about the way you're composing yourself tells Steve that you're neither mad nor trying to embarrass him. So there's no point lying at this stage is there?

"You", he admits shamefully. Like a puppy who'd chewed up the furniture.

"Oh yeah?", you inch closer to him, eyes dropping for a second to get a look at his limp cock still stuffed to the brim inside your sock.

"Would you like to feel the real thing? if your friend isn't too tired to come out and play that is", you wink at Steve who can only look back at you with his mouth agape.

"Yea-Ye-sur-yup. Yeah, I can do that", he sputters, cock already turning stiff again.

"Good, now lets get this thing off", you carefully peel the sticky sock off of his cock, stringy blobs of cum left behind.

"Wow, that's a lot. Have you always cum this much?", you ask with amazement, collecting some of it onto the pad of you index finger before rubbing it against your thumb. So slippery. still warm. so tempting to suck it right off your fingers.

"Only when I think of you", Steve confesses with a smile and it makes you feel ecstatic to hear it.

"Okay. Prove it", you grin, challenging him. Jumping on to Steve's lap where you can feel his dick already springing up again.

"Oh, you're really in for it now", he grins back, determined to leave you so sticky that you'll both need another shower to wash it all off again.

---

Morning comes, sunlight pouring in from between the curtains and he finds himself alone in your bed, alarm bells about to ring when he sits up to find you busy at your desk.

"Morning", You smile at him and it makes Steve feel a little silly for thinking you might have walked out on him.

"What you got there?" he tries to peer at the desk and you swivel your chair towards him, holding up a black t-shirt Steve recognizes as his own.

"Like it?" you look at him hopefully, finger tapping at the pocket on the left.

His heart begins to cartwheel, doing all kinds of gymnastics in his ribcage when we sees it. A bunch of powdery blue hydrangeas looking like they're emerging from inside his pocket.

"it's beautiful", he tells you honestly, pulling on his boxers to join you at your desk, running his thumb along the pretty stitching.

"So...would you mind if I made one to match?" you ponder cautiously, afraid it's too soon. Afraid of scaring him off.

"Yeah? you want everyone to know you're my girl?", he grins right in your face, his nose brushing yours. Exactly the opposite of what you'd feared.

The butterflies in your stomach delight in being referred to as his girl, a whirlwind of them fluttering their wings wildly.

"Mm...maybe I'll just stitch your mouth closed instead", you sass him just for fun rather than inflate his ego.

"Hm...but then I wouldn't be able to eat your pussy the way you like it", he counters easily.

That makes your face feels warmer and warmer, like you'd been standing out in a sunbeam without an umbrella.

"Fine. Wouldn't want a perfectly good mouth go to waste", you shrug.

"But one wrong move and it's the needle for you, Harrington", you point the sharp end at him, blue thread still looped through the other end. Your threat merely jest and nothing more.

"I'd be happy even if one day you decide you'd like to stitch us together". he says plainly. Not at all like the other remarks when it was more than clear that he was joking with you.

It shakes you for a fraction of a moment but the corners of your mouth pick up into an enamored smile. There's a big difference between wanting to be with someone and wanting to be attached to someone. You know he doesn't mean it in the literal sense but fucking hell, do you love the sound of it. To share the same blood coursing through your veins, to share the same flesh, to share the same scars once the stitches dissolve away.

No one without the other.

"Okay", you lean forward to press your lips to his. "That can be arranged".

[mushies-stories]

involuntary experiment

Jonathan Crane X F!Reader

Summary: Scarecrow uses a new toxin on himself and the reader, a hero who decided to seek him out alone this time in hope of bringing him down. this is literrlly porn and some plot aha

Wanrings: SMUT 18+, no use of Y/N, dubcon, Drugged, Dom/sub dynamic if you squint, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, pnv, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral(Mreceiving), fingering(Freceiving) pet names, over stimulation, No use of Y/N, over all soft Crane? Squirting, mild science experimentation, claiming? Kinda… I think that's it XD

word count: 4564

You had been after Scarecrow for a while now but his dumb little henchmen always seem to buy him just enough time to pull some kind of toxin out, forcing you to retreat or suffer in fear. So you figured this time you would catch him off guard, you knew who he really was and his face wasn't a secret unlike yours. 

Follow him after his deal with some other low life, remember that low life, then follow him back to whatever hole he thrived in. easy.

It really was easy. You followed him down to the basement of some abandoned building on the out-skirts of gotham. You waited silently as he unlocked the rusty metal door and slid it open then made your move. In an instant you were kicking him into the room that turned out to be a basic lab. You thought the kick would have knocked him on his ass, instead he stumbled a little and dropped his briefcase but managed to collect himself rather quickly. Quick enough that when you went to attack again he was swinging his body around and stopping your arm from hurling your fist into his jaw. 

You were stunned for a moment, surprised that he was even able to block you. His henchmen normally did the heavy lifting. His free hand was reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling something out. Shoving him you freed your arm and backed up. You stayed alert just in case but you knew he wouldn't hit himself with his own toxin. His mask was in the briefcase across the room. 

You eyes him as he pulled the canister out, he stared back with a tight smirk. “Oh, you decided to give me a house visit? How special.” He snorted. The liquid in the canister wasn't normal, this one was a pale pink. 

“Well I figured it was time to put an end to your madness, Dr. Johnathan Cran.” you said and shrugged. 

His smirk grew. “That so? Growing tired of chasing me then?” He took a step closer and straightened up in defense. “You know, I was waiting for an opportunity to try this new toxin out.” he said, shaking the canister with another step and taking his glasses off in the process, placing them in his jacket pocket. 

You stepped back, wanting to keep space between you. “That so? How are you gonna do that without your mask?” you said, glancing at the case that sat on the ground between you both. “Because I can bet I'll get to you before you make it to that mask.” you stated, ready for him to make a move.

A low chuckle left the man. His piercing eyes staring into you with no regard to your threat. “See, the thing is.” he began, taking another step. “I don't want the mask this time. I've seen this on people alone, how they suffer alone in their cells at arkham. I want to see what happens when two people are under the influence together.” he said, undoing the cap and tossing the smoking can between you. 

Smoke filled the room immediately and during the coughing fit the smoke caused, you watched him. He was clearly affected by the smoke, coughing along with you but stayed perfectly skill in place. You weren't sure why he wasn't making a move.  “What is this?” you choked out. 

You both slowly composed yourself as the smoke settled and fresh air became available. “It’s an aphrodisiac, laced with a little truth serum.” he said, a grin growing on his face as your eyes winded at his words. “The more sexual desire creeps in, the stronger the effect.” Jonathan said factually.

You shook your head in disbelief. “That's insane.” you said quietly.

He stood straight, cocky. “Perhaps. But tell me this, have you ever thought about how id fuck you? Late at night have you ever thought about how well my cock would stuff your pussy?” His words were sudden, lewd and they had an instant reaction on your body. 

You shook the feeling of heat on your face away. “What are you talking about?”

He chuckles and steps closer, leaving only a couple feet of space left. “Does your pussy ache at the thought of me fucking you?” he stepped closer when you didnt flinch back and then closed the gap when you only continued to stare at him in disbelief. The toxin was making you more compliant, more willing to let him be closer to you. A hand came to cup your cheek, the skin there felt like it was on fire from the contact. “Tell me, how do you feel?” his head tilted with an almost knowing grin as he looked down at you. 

You blinked slowly, your brain starting to fog up. You wanted to fight back, say something to wipe the smirk off his face but those thoughts swirled with the ones just like he was saying. You had the occasional thought about him, knowing what he looks like helps. It was a few times and everytime you felt disgusted by it, he was a deranged madman who drugged people. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to hide as you felt your body tip more into desire for the criminal in front of you. 

“Well? Speak up. Is your pussy getting wet for me right now? Feeling hotter and needier, need me to fuck you all better?” he asked softly, almost caring while his thumb stroked your cheek. 

A small whimper escaped past your lips. Every word he spoke awoken a new spark in your brain that killed off all logic and left only a scorching burn of desire between your legs. You nodded slowly. “Y-yes.” you whispered, eyes barely keeping focused on his own that watched you with eyes that must look similar to your own, blown out and full of growing lust. 

“Good girl.” He cooed. Stepping away he dropped his hand from your face and nodded once. “Undress, and don't forget to take the mask off.” He ordered. 

You hesitated a moment, you started with your shoes but your hands froze before they could move to your shirt. feeling embarrassed now at the order as your brain attempts to wrap itself around what's happening. But he was watching you so intently and the gleam in his eyes was enough to push your brain to move your hands to the button and zipper of your pants and undo them. You slowly slid them down along with your belt and tools with shaky hands and kicked them aside. Then you went for the shirt and tossed them in the forming pile next to you. “Dr. Crane… my head feels…” you tried to express how you felt as your body and mind gave further in, the hesitation leaving you as you exposed yourself to him, now taking your bra off and sliding your panties down and subconsciously rubbing your thighs together. 

He smirks at how you now called him by his title “Oh sweet girl, I know.” his hand came back to cradle your cheek, this time thumbing the hem of your mask. “Why don't you take this off as well, clear your head up a bit.” His smile could have been mistaken for sincere. He slid the mask over your head and his smile grew when he saw your full face. “Well, I've been missing out huh?” 

Before you could even register just how exposed you were, his lips were on yours. The kiss wasn't harsh but it wasn't gentle, it was needy and hungry. His hands found your hips and pulled you flush against him. You clutched the front of his suit jacket as his lips worked against your own and you could feel just how hard he was with his bulge tightly pressed between your bodies. You couldn't help the small gasp you let out that became an invitation for Jonathan's skilled tongue to work its way into your mouth to further the pleasure. Even a kiss was making your sex pulse. You peered over at the canister at your feet but before those thoughts of the toxic’s involvement could form in your head you were swept away by Jonathan biting your lower lip. All desire to fight was lost and replaced by the need for Johnathan to fuck you untill your pussy was ruined. 

When you pulled away with shaky breaths Johnathan didn’t look as composed as he had before. It looked like the aphrodisiac was finally taking its full effect on him as well. He brought both hands up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. “I want to feel these lips, pretty girl, can you do that?” he asked. You nodded and he let you sink down to your knees. You wasted no time undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down enough to let his cock spring free before you. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together at the sight. You took him in your hands and pumped a few times, causing the man above you to let out a few shaky breaths. Pre cum adorned his cock head and was slowly dripping down his length. “Like it sweet girl?” he asked, looking down at your blown out eyes. 

You nodded and leaned in to lick a fat strip along his cock before slipping your lips around the leaky tip and sucking it like a lollipop. I deep groan rumbled through Johnathan. “Been wanting to taste your cock.” you confessed breathlessly before sliding down his cock and hollowing your cheeks around him, immediately starting a slow pop of your head.

Jonathan brought a hand to tangle in your hair, making sure it stays out of his view as you sucked him off. “Fuck baby.” he groaned “iv thought about your mouth on my cock so many times.” you moaned softly around his cock, continuing to suck him, the need to taste him and make him cum driving you to bob your head faster. “Just like that sweet girl, oh fuck just like that.” he leaned his head back, hand lax in your hair as you worked him. 

One hand fisted pumping his shaft while the other went to gently grope his balls. You moaned around his cock at the heavy set and squeezed them. Jonathan groaned and gripped your hair. He  pushed you down further until you were gagging with the tip of his cock hitting your throat. You struggled around his massive girth and you had to bring both hands up to hold into his pants to keep steady. “Fuck, baby..” he grit out between breathy groans, his seed shooting into the back of your throat. “So good baby, make sure to take all of it.” you struggled to maintain focus while he rutted himself into your mouth. “Fuck this aphrodisiac makes everything so sensitive.” he huffed.

You swallowed and began coughing and gasping for air as soon as he pulled out and released his hold on you to rake through his own hair. Regaining a little brain function you noticed his dick was still hard and still leaking precum. Then you felt the tingling in your core increase and you could feel just how wet you had gotten with hardly any touching. “Dr. Cane… will you fuck me now?” you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. 

His hair was now disheveled and red tinted his cheeks. He brought you up with a hand on your chin while the other traveled to your hips, rubbing circles on the hot flesh with his thumb. “But I wanted to taste your dripping cunt and taste your cum sweet thing.” He said, his eyes showing how much he really was affected by his own desires right now. Letting go of your hip, his hand traveled to run a slender finger through your folds.

You gasped as the sudden stimulation. His fingers continued to work through your folds and soon started teasing your entrance. “Bu-but I want to feel you inside.” you whined out as his fingers pushed into your tight pussy.

He pumped into you a few times before pushing his palm down against your clit, adding to the stimulation and causing your pussy to clench around his digits. “If I can't now then you'll just have to let me after I’ve cleaned you up and the toxin wears off because if i fuck you now im filling you with my cum over and over until I have nothing left to give you.” he voice was low, filled with meaning and truth.

With the mix of his hand fucking your pussy relentless and his dirty words, you were reeling, hanging onto him as your legs began to shake. You tried to nod between soft moans while trying to keep your eyes open, the pleasure starting to feel too good as heat pooled in your stomach. 

“Tell me sweet girl, want me to fuck you full of my cum, want to wake up still stuffed and leaking all over?” he said, digging his palm into your cunt. “Use your words, let me hear you.” he said, moving closer to your face as you quickly came undone in his hand.

You nodded faster and let out a shaky breathless moan as his motions of pounding his fingers and grinding his palm into your sex intensified. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to maintain focus on his blown out pupils. “Yes, yes please. Just fu-fuck me Dr. Crane!” you squealed out as your orgasm hit you. 

His hand wrapped itself into your hair, bringing you to rest your head against his chest. He let you grind into his hand while you settled from your high.

He listened to your moans dye into soft whimpers as your hips stilled with his fingers still buried in your cunt. “So good baby, you sounded so good for me.” He praised, finally pulling his hand away from your leaky hole. You flinched when he brought his index and middle fingers to your lips. “Open up and taste yourself.” he encouraged. You parted your lips and let him press his slick fingers against your tongue. 

You moaned around his fingers as you sucked your own release off of them. Then you looked up at the mad scientist with needy eyes. “Now? Please Dr. Crane? Will you fuck me now?” you asked though you were already pulling his jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Your brain could only focus on him, your need for him to stuff your pussy.

His eyes softened and he allowed you to tug the shirt off. You began to kiss and bite his exposed flesh along his collarbone and jaw. “Fuck, alright baby. C’mer.” he grunted, picking you up by the thighs and within a few long strides he was laying between your legs on the couch that sat along the back wall. “Gonna be a good girl and take my fat cock?” he asked, rubbing his cock along your folds.

You gasped as he smeared your slick on his cock. “M’ready! Please put it in~” you begged and wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer. “Need you so bad, please.” 

His cock twitched against your heat. “Fuck, so needy for me.” he smirked and poked your tight hole with the tip of his cock. “Dripping wet and begging for my dick, what a dirty girl.” He teased and slowly sank into you. His hands held your hips in place as he bottomed out and you shook gently under him, legs squeezing his hips. You let out a loud and needy whine as he stretched your pussy open. He stilled inside and came to lean over you, arm next to your head caging you in. “don't worry, I'll take good care of you.” he cooed, rolling his hips into you and smirking at the face of Ah it caused you to make.

You hadnt had sex that felt this good before, his dick felt like it was made for your pussy. When he started a moderate pace to allow you to adjust a moment you could feel the slight curve of his cock. The veins on his cock dragging along your inner walls had you practically mewling under him with how good you felt. 

He chuckled and started a faster pace, making sure to bottom out with every thrust. Your pussy was sucking him in and squeezing him just right he could tell he was already close again. His thrust picked up so he pounding into you with precision and where it felt best and you were a moaning mess on his cock. Your hands came to hold his shoulders as he fucked into you. With your head pressed back into the couch cushions you lost yourself in his movements, so good you couldn’t tell that you were building to another orgasm until it was right there and the only warning you gave was a desperate moan and jumbled words. 

Johnathan groaned and leaned his head between your shoulder and head, his cock twitched before his hot load filled your gummy walls. “So tight baby, your pussy’s so good baby.” he praised as his hips rocked into you, making sure to fuck his cum deep and keep it there. He leaned up to look at you, a soft smile played at his lips. “Like my cum filling you up?” he asked, stroking some hair away from your face.

You smiled at him. “Feel so good. m’ warm and full.” you admitted. Your legs tugged him closer, not wanting him to pull out, you still felt so needy, you needed more. “Can I have more Dr. Crane?” you asked sweetly. 

His smile turned darker, more mischievous. “Oh baby, do you need me to fuck you tell your little pussy is dripping full of my cum?” He rolled his hips again teasingly. You nodded, breath caught in your through with how deep he was, and again his dick was still totally hard. “You were just begging me so well sweet girl, even calling me Dr.Crane like a good girl. You can do that again right?” he smiled and waited as he continued to roll his hips gently, just enough for a little friction. 

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Please, need you to fuck me full Dr. Crane.” you rushed out. His words had a way of causing the deepest reaction from you. You needed him so desperately you didn't understand anything but him right now. “Please, I need it.”

“Need it that bad? Tell me whose pussy this is then, tell me baby girl who do you belong to?” his eyes were fixed on yours, his face turned more serious. Your eyes widened at what he was saying, he wanted you to be his and his alone. The implication should have probably frightened you, made you struggle away but it didn't. You wanted him to ruin you, have you in every way. “Well?” he pressed.

“Yours, Dr. Crane.” you said softly and pushed yourself against him with a little whine. “All yours.” you conceded. 

With a low groan he slowly began to thrust into you again, pulling back almost completely to fill you up again. “That's it, all mine.” he sank his back into the crook of your neck and littered it with sloppy  kisses and the warmth of his tongue and teeth grazing the now new overly sensitive spot on your body. A hand came to roam over your breasts, squeezing one and pinching at your nipple before repeating the actions to the other. You whined and your hands came to tug at his dark hair. He smiled against your jaw before nipping at it. The thought of his marks adorning your chest and neck tomorrow made you feel even warmer.

You held tightly to him now that he was pounding into you with a firm hold on your hips. Your whole body was  responding to him perfectly and he just knew exactly where to hit that spot that had your legs shaking and eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Fu-ck, gonna cum!” you managed to squeak out, every thrust taking your breath with it. The only acknowledgement from Johnathan was his free hand snaking up your chest and his hand wrapped itself tightly around your through. He pulled back to look at you as his hips snapped into you faster, his eyes transfixed on watching you come undone under him. Your eyes fluttered to maintain focus on his face as the all too familiar sensation took over. You shook as you felt your release practically poor out of you with how stuffed you were. 

“So good, so fucking tight.” he said with a low groans as he thrusted into you, not giving you a moment to catch your breath after your climax. His eyes are fixed where your bodies connect, watching his cock ruin your pussy. “Fucking perfect. My pussy. My girl.” he grunts between thrusts. You held onto him, arms locked around his neck. He fucked into you desperately and he was still hitting you so deep you couldn't help the lewd sounds coming from you. Your sweet little whimpers and moans encouraging him to fuck you faster. He grinned down at your fucked out face, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body became sweetly overstimulated. He could feel and hear your slick coating your lower bodies.

It was becoming overwhelming for you, his cock hitting the right spots over and over without stopping while his ships slammed into you. “To much! Too–aahh much please!” you begged for release, still to cling to him.

“Sshhh baby you can do it, give me one more. Squeeze my cock like that one more time.” he encouraged through low groans. He brought the hand down between your bodies to run fast circles on your clit. “You can do it, cum again for me. Such a pretty thing when you cum.” The sounds of your fluids mixing filled the room along with breathy moans and gasps from the both of you. 

You cried out a moan and screwed your eyes shut. He was going to force another orgasim from your abused cunt and there was no stopping him, you could feel your stomach tighten and pussy flutter uncountably around his girth. “Fuck! Please ple-” you groaned out as another orgasm shook through your body, your pussy spasming around his cock as he continued to stroke your sweet spot through your climax. You felt his cock shoot another full load of his hot cum deep into your waiting pussy.

“Good girl.” he cooed, slowing his relentless pounding as your pussy pulsed around his cock. “So good baby, you did so well, are you ready for your treat?” he asked and you nodded, your chest heaving as you looked up at him and his still hard cock twitched at the sight of tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He smirked at the thought of you being so overly stimulated and crying for him. Then with you still impaled on his throbbing cock, he wrapped his arms around your back and brought you to sit on his lap with his legs now firm on the ground.

Your back arched and you let out a strangled moan as he managed to sink just a little further into you. You could feel his cum leaking from your spent hole and down his dick, your mixed fluids soon began drenching his pants as he bounced you on his cock. “Dr. Crane, so much cu-um.” you whimpered, trying to hold yourself up with shaky arms. “So full, there's so much.” you babbled out between moans. You were cock drunk and it was evident as your eyes streamed with tears

Johnathan couldn't blame you however, he was right there with you, your pussy was constantly clenching around him like you were always on the verge of another orgasm. “You can handle a little more right? I mean look how much has already spilled out?” he said, gazing down at where your bodies connected. You followed his eyes and the sight alone sent a shiver through you. Slick and cum oozed around the base of his cock with every thrust into you. “Your pussy feels so good Babygirl, squeezing me so tight. Do you want to cum again?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub against your overly sensitive clit as his hips rutted up against your own. 

You whined and your arms folded in on you, no longer able to hold yourself up. You were so tired but he felt too good, your pussy responded so well to his touch you couldn’t help when another orgasm began to wind itself up. “To mu-uch, feels weird Dr. Crane” you practically screeched into his chest and blinked away tears that threatened to fall.

His hips continued to hit your tender bundle of nerves while his hands simultaneously slammed you down into his cock and abused your throbbing clit. “Good, that's it, let it feel good and make a mess for me.” he encouraged, feeling his own release creeping up. His words relaxed you and you soon felt the wave slam into you within seconds. Your body tensed and your legs shook around him as you self liquid drench his lower stomach and under your bodies. You cried into his chest, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “Fu-cuk, that's it. Squeezing me so well to take my fat load.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against your shoulder and rutting into you as he emptied his balls into your sloppy hole.

You pulled back and looked at him, eyes tired and pussy still fluttering around him. Your mind and body were so tired but your pussy shuddered at the thought of him pulling out. “Can we stay like this?” you asked hopefully. 

He smiled softly at you and brought his hands to cradle you upper and lower back. He leaned back more and pulled you to lay on his chest. “Don't worry sweet girl, I got you.” he coles while stroking your back and gently rocking his hips up. 

you whined softly against him. “Some toxin, you can keep coming after all of that.” you noted, almost frightened since your pussy was pusling and raw some rought he was already fucking you. 

He chuckled and rolled his hips gently again, starting a steady rhythm that was actually relaxing and had you curling into you as your eyes fluttered shut. “I know, and thankfully I have you to take it all for me, I did say I’d give you everything.” he held you firmly against him, his hips picking up speed but staying gentle and as calming as he can manage. “I'll take good care of you.” he whispered into your ear. You sighed and gave in, relaxing fully into him as he used your pussy to get off again. You didn’t want to fight it, even this, being a ragdoll for him to fuck into was wonderful. 

To say the mess you woke up to was almost alarming. you, laying on his chest with his soft cock still buried in you with mixed fluids still soaking your bodies.

[skellymom]

"AMBER EYES" CHAPTER 2

Bad Batch TECH Fan Ficlet x NON-GENDERED READER

A story of HOPE for Tech Fan's: Resident of Pabu unlocks a secret even THEY weren't aware they had access to!

Word Count: 800

Rated: SAFE for EVERYONE! ENJOY!!!

The stars whiz by the windscreen as I lay on the bunk in the dimly lit ship.  Echo is at the helm.  He brought transport since the Marauder was destroyed. 

I’m exhausted. 

It’s been months since my FIRST contact with Tech.  Since then, I’ve only gotten snippets of sensory information: by sight, sound, feel.  I can still feel him breathing...it’s been the only constant since that day on Pabu.  Like we’re sharing the same breath.  

The goggles are no longer needed for me to reach out to Tech.  Omega still brought them along “just in case”.  There are times I can concentrate while awake to experience what he is experiencing.  But most times it happens during the night, when sleep pulls my guard down. 

And, because of that I don’t sleep for very long. 

Crosshair says I talk in my sleep...and it sounds JUST LIKE his brother.  He’s tried to elicit a conversation, but without me being conscious it goes nowhere. 

“Found some muscle relaxers.  That should help you sleep.”  Hunter kneels with a canteen, dropping two tablets into my hand. 

“Thanks” Swallowing the meds. 

“Here” He also hands me a ration bar “They’ll tear up your stomach if you don’t eat.” 

“You’re such a DAD” I kid. 

“You’re a part of this family, too” Hunter smiles and it reaches his eyes.  I can also see a bit of concern in them.  “Of course we’ll take care of you.” 

He pats my shoulder, stepping away as Wrecker approaches. 

“Ya ready?” Cracks the knuckles of his large hands. 

I nod as he sits behind me on the bunk and CAREFULLY massages my head, temple, ears.  The man has hands that could EASILY crush my skull... 

...but his fingers are so gentle.  He eases away the tension as I chew on the ration bar. 

Soon the meds, food, and Wrecker’s massage take effect.  I’m feeling extremely comfortable.  There’s a conversation going on between Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair...I’m catching small snippets... 

“Concerned about ______.  Too much for one person to bear.”  Hunter empathizes with my plight.  He UNDERSTANDS all too well. 

Echo’s voice chimes in “Yeah, all the leads just wind up being dead ends.  Not sure how much longer we...THEY can keep going...” 

Crosshair grits his teeth and worriedly runs his hand over his stubbly head.  His silver hair growing back.  He feels IMMENSE guilt.  Both he and Wrecker have already openly argued about the mission that took Tech’s life... 

They almost came to blows.  It made Omega cry. 

Hunter and Echo broke it up, putting them both in temporary “Time Out.” 

They eventually made up...well Wrecker did.  Crosshair just stared at the floor like a whipped dog. 

Crosshair says something...but it’s lost as I fall asleep with Wrecker’s hands in my hair... 

The warmth and comfort immediately torn away from me... 

I...WE are laying in the cold wet mud...of SOME world...rain coming down in sheets. 

There’s a body next to...us... 

A dead rebel soldier.  His eyes are wide open, glazed over...mud and rain splattered upon his body where he fell... 

We...Tech...is CRAWLING through the mud.  Attempting to escape?  I can FEEL his respiratory effort as he DRAGS himself through the wet mess.  He manages to pull himself with his arms several feet before falling back into the mud...utterly exhausted... 

The hard patter of rain upon his body.  He’s shivering.  His body temperature is dropping...he’s becoming TIRED, struggling to keep both eyes open...only a matter of time before hypothermia sets in... 

Please...don’t LEAVE me... 

He’s addressing...ME!  I can FEEL it!!! 

I’m SHOCKED.  This is the FIRST time he’s spoken to me... 

Yes...I KNOW you’re there.  He answers breathlessly.  Took me some time to ascertain...you are using Remote Viewing... 

I push to find my voice... 

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU!  I blurt out Hunter, Crosshair, Echo, Wrecker, and Omega are with me!  We... 

Tell them to abort their mission! Tech cuts me off. 

NO!  Where ARE YOU??? 

The Empire WILL find you all.  It is NOT safe...  He sighs HEAVILY I wish to see them all again...but NOW is not the time... 

...and...I...am not the man I once was... 

A ship lands several meters away.  Its crew jumps down into the mire, slogging towards...Tech...US.  He is grabbed up by several hands and hauled to the ship...into it...the crew starts basic first aid... 

Thank you for keeping me awake...and ALIVE...if not for YOU, I would have expired.  PLEASE, keep my brothers and sister safe... 

And with that, Tech CUTS contact with me... 

...I SLINGSHOT VIOLENTLY back to Echo’s ship! 

I BOLT upright in the bunk.  Wrecker has a mild heart attack with the suddenness of my action. 

I’m SCREAMING something over and over... 

Tech thought he could prevent me from finding him... 

But I managed to catch a glimpse with HIS OWN EYES...the ship’s hull... 

“DELIVERANCE!  TRANSPONDER CODE 00155268!!!” 

EVERYONE is running towards me... 

“DELIVERANCE!  TRANSPONDER CODE 00155268!!!” 

I can only stare DIRECTLY into Echo’s eyes... 

“DELIVERANCE!  TRANSPONDER CODE 00155268!!!” 

They widen.  He SMILES.  Immediately Echo sets to work with his ship’s computer... 

CHAPTER 3 TO BE POSTED SHORTLY!

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[theaceofskulls]

Okay, I've been playing through Xenoblade X Definitive Edition for a few weeks now and it's been a whole thing to basically come to terms with the fact that this is my least favorite Xenoblade with some stellar worldbuilding let down by it's main plot and execution.

The game backloads so much of its content which really burns me out since I'm committed to completing as much of its side content as possible before moving on because I don't think I'll return to this one after I put it away for a long, long time, which is unfortunate because a lot of that back half of content is payoff to side characters, fantastic looks at the alien races and how they're getting along, and general other fun stuff.

However, the game intensely suffers from the fact that your custom character and the side characters barely interact with the story or each other, and the main plot is very, very cookie cutter with little twists and turns to it at all.

Imagine Mass Effect if no one on any of the Normandy's interacted with one another, talked about things that happened in a mission, or acknowledged one except for 3 people or for a single line between squadmates after a fight, and there was nothing to the main plot until the final ten minutes of the game. The world would still be captivating and the characters themselves would still be fun, but it's all disjointed from each other.

This game is fantastic for tracing the development of the series and where it would improve, especially the definitive edition that adds more characters who actually do have interactions here and there in their storylines, but also for seeing how the series would go from 1 to 2 and 3 (with your class design from 3 directly pulling from the freeform nature of X's endgame when you unlock full customization for each class, and the ability to actually customize your party's skills as well compared to having them just be preset), and I actually really have enjoyed it enough to sink almost 90 hours into it, but it's the type of game that really shows its scars when you have another game on the horizon.

I'll also say that the definitive edition fixes so many awful design decision from the original, even if there are still some questionable ones in the game, and arguably even with the backloading of the game, it manages to end up with the majority of its content feeling like it's worth playing through rather than just being bloat.

But it's still disappointing that in a series with stories that I love, it's wrapped around 3 of its weaker characters and the rest of its cast is relegated to "side stories you play to explain what's up with these people who have way too few voice lines for how long this game is", not to mention one of those 3 mandatory story characters is basically the Jar Jar Binks of this series for me.

I still rank this game as one of my absolute favorites in progression of exploration, where the game's odd scattering of enemies of levels directs you through it in interesting ways, along with how gradual it unlocks its giant robots and how they recontexualize moving through the world. But then there's no denying that the feeling of its exploration runs out before you run out of things to do, and leaves you with a world you feel like you should've mastered, but that you have to grind levels out in to deal with the higher level enemies on the just-before-endgame quests.

The moment that really made me draft up this post though was realizing during the emotional core of the (previously, as this version added more missions) penultimate story quest that I just didn't care about the motivations of an antagonist, or honestly most of the antagonists by this point, because his motivations were extremely simple even as he was revealing a "shocking" secret (which honestly has been done better in other science fiction stories and doesn't feel like it holds up here since the game doesn't really examine the themes of inequality surrounding it in the leadup to it). I felt like I was trapped watching the party of characters that were the least likely to have meaningful reactions to it going through the motions while remembering the existential moments from the rest of the series and feeling let down.

Then I realized I would have to grind out almost half a dozen levels in order to recruit the final character that I wanted to grab before the initial finale despite the main plot pressuring me desperately to move onto said finale, and I looked at the map icons and realized I'd be playing this game for a full week more at the very least when I've had the itch to move onto another RPG for the past 2 or 3 by this point.

And again, it's weird to grapple with "I want this to be over" while also simultaneously enjoying all of the side content way more than the main plot.

Overall, I'd still recommend this game to people who enjoy exploration, sci fi settings (especially if you're the type to love watching interactions with alien species), and even Xenoblade fans, but I think it's important to enter into it with the correct expectations.

[etherealspacejelly]

Helloo, what’s it like to study environmental science? i’m contemplating going into that field but i’m not sure yet 🧍🏻

thank you in advance 🫶🏼

oh boy. you've activated my trap card. strap the fuck in

its kind of fucking awesome actually. you get to learn about the earth system and how everything interacts with each other. you take bioscience classes alongside geography classes, so one minute you're in the lab squeezing soil between your fingers trying to figure out if its sandy loam or clay loam and the next you're having a lecture on marine protected areas and how to manage them effectively

it can be tough at times, biogeochemical cycles kicked my ass. what do you Mean i have to memorise all the different things that can happen to carbon, nitrogen, sulphur, and phosphorus and be able to DRAW DIAGRAMS of their life cycles in an exam setting. girl.

and it can also be depressing. a lot of lectures the main message is hey! we would be pretty much fine if we did xyz! the planet wouldnt warm that much and the worst effects of climate change would be avoided! heres what we're Actually Currently Doing though, and its much much worse.

i went vegetarian within the first like. 3 months of starting the course. because they were like hey look at all the methane cows produce! its 80x as potent of a greenhouse gas than CO2! so thats fun.

but it can also be super inspiring!! because its like, yeah ok things are pretty bad. but by learning about it you can go into environmental consulting, or conservation, or sustainable management, or research, and You Personally can actually Do Things to help! and make a difference! and thats awesome!

im going to be doing a dissertation next year about the effects of ant secretions on the process of rock weathering. which, if all goes well, could unlock a really interesting and NEW(!!!) area of research into carbon sequestration (removing CO2 from the atmosphere!!) using the power of ants and rocks!!! thats fucking awesome right??? and i came up with this idea all by myself!! its my project!! and im gonna be doing it next year!!

so if you're considering it, i say go for it!!! its one of the best decisions i ever made and you meet so many cool, likeminded people on a course like this so you'll make a bunch of friends super quickly. its incredibly interesting and versatile as a degree, and you can take it in so many different directions depending on what modules you choose.

is it challenging? yes. is it worth it? i certainly think so!!!

[adorewritingartistry]

Conquer the Blank Page: Using the Pomodoro Technique for Writing Success

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Writer's block got you down? Deadlines looming? The Pomodoro Technique might be the secret weapon you need to unlock your writing potential. This simple yet powerful time management method can break down daunting tasks into manageable chunks, boosting productivity, focus, and ultimately, helping you conquer that blank page.

What is the Pomodoro Technique?

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Developed in the late 1980s by Francesco Cirillo, the Pomodoro Technique is based on the principle that frequent breaks can improve mental agility and focus. The core idea is simple:

Work in Focused Bursts: Set a timer for 25 minutes and dedicate that entire time to writing. No distractions allowed! Close social media, silence notifications, and tell yourself you can handle anything for just 25 minutes.

Take Short Breaks: After each 25-minute "Pomodoro," take a short 5-minute break to stretch, grab a drink, or simply look away from your screen.

Repeat the Cycle: Complete four Pomodoros, then take a longer break of 20-30 minutes.

Repeat the Process: Continue repeating the cycle until you've completed your writing goal for the day.

Why is it Effective for Writing?

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The Pomodoro Technique offers several benefits specifically tailored to the challenges of writing:

Overcoming Inertia: The 25-minute timer makes even the most intimidating writing project seem less overwhelming. It encourages you to just start, which is often the hardest part.

Improved Focus: Knowing you only have 25 minutes to focus creates a sense of urgency, pushing you to minimize distractions and concentrate on the task at hand.

Enhanced Productivity: By breaking down your writing into manageable chunks, the Pomodoro Technique allows you to work more efficiently and consistently, leading to increased overall productivity.

Combatting Perfectionism: The timer forces you to prioritize getting words on the page rather than obsessing over every sentence. You can always refine your work later.

Reduced Burnout: Regular breaks prevent mental fatigue and burnout, ensuring you stay fresh and motivated throughout your writing session.

How to Implement the Pomodoro Technique for Writing:

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Define Your Goal: Before you start, clarify what you want to achieve in each writing session. This could be writing a certain number of words, completing a specific section of your manuscript, or outlining a blog post.

Choose Your Tool: You can use a physical timer, a kitchen timer, or any number of Pomodoro apps available for your computer, phone, or tablet. Many apps offer customizable timer lengths and break intervals.

Eliminate Distractions: This is crucial! Turn off social media notifications, close unnecessary browser tabs, and find a quiet workspace where you can focus without interruption.

Start Writing! Set the timer for 25 minutes and write without stopping, even if you don’t feel inspired. Focus on getting your thoughts down on paper. Grammar and style can be refined later.

Take a Break: When the timer rings, stand up, stretch, grab a drink, or do something completely unrelated to writing for 5 minutes.

Repeat and Evaluate: After four Pomodoros, take a longer break. Reflect on what you've accomplished and adjust your goals for the next writing session.

Tips for Success:

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Be Realistic: Adjust the timer lengths to fit your individual needs. If 25 minutes feels too long, start with 15 or 20.

Plan Your Breaks: Decide what you'll do during your breaks beforehand to avoid wasting time aimlessly scrolling through social media.

Track Your Progress: Keep track of your Pomodoros and the number of words you write in each session to monitor your progress and stay motivated.

Be Flexible: Don't be afraid to adjust the technique to suit your writing style and preferences.

Conclusion:

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The Pomodoro Technique is a simple but effective tool that can significantly improve your writing productivity, focus, and overall writing experience. By breaking down projects into manageable chunks and incorporating regular breaks, you can conquer writer's block, overcome procrastination, and finally achieve your writing goals. So, give it a try and see how the Pomodoro Technique can unlock your writing potential!

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[stillm0nster]

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳6th of october, 2024!!

his old self would have been quite oblivious to any hints but things were different now–- he was different. a changed man. at the back of his head lingered thoughts related to the conversation he overheard between aeri and their new friend at the midsummer festival earlier this year. the subtle hints were also something he noticed but never audibly noted for he had his own stance about marriage. maybe he had a more realistic and pessimistic outlook on that due to how his parents ( and many more ) ended up. it wasn’t like he didn’t have eternity at his disposal now, so why would he cage himself? if he was to be selfish, it would have taken way, way too long to take a step so important. but then there was she … she just–- had this effect on him that nobody else ever had ( or would have for that matter, he’s sure of that ). something about the idea of seeing her in a white dress with a pretty bouquet in hands has been stuck in his head. watching her dance with ylva, with flowers tucked in her braided hair plus the cute flower crown … the little white dress she had on to blend in with the other girls. but she was never able to blend in. she was the prettiest among them all, with her radiant smile and her contagious laughter! something deep within him m o v e d, as if with ease the switch was flipped. since then, so many thoughts went in and out of his head, so many good timings were missed but maybe he has done that purposely for he knew a better time for such a special moment. the sun was setting behind the tall mountains, earlier than it used to, reminding of the upcoming cold months. standing by the window, he waited while looking at the small box in his hand. opening it, inside was a pretty silver ring with a few stones on it. they reflected the flickering fairy lights above his head, making him smile to himself. he was ready and he knew the answer. closing the lid and tucking the box into the pocket on his jeans, heedo sighed softly when he noticed the familiar figure of his girlfriend approaching the building. remaining by the window for a while, he moved towards the door only when she twisted the key to unlock it. the smile on his face only grew bigger and he threw his arms in the air as soon as she was in his line of sight. “ baby! ” a few strides and he was by her side, already pulling her into his arms. “ i missed you. i missed the birthday girl so much! happy birthday, angel! ” he cooed, releasing her from his suffocating hug only to then start peppering kisses all over her cute face. after their small greeting, he let her go freshen up first. he didn’t lie when he said he prepared them dinner and bought her a cake ( which was absolutely the cutest ) but she had no idea about the actual surprise. nobody knew and it wasn’t the easiest thing because everybody and their mom would know it wasn’t a virtue of his to keep secrets like that. he managed though! when aeri reemerged, all fresh and comfortable, he knew it was the right time. standing in front of her, he looked down for a moment only to see the questioning look in her eyes. adorable. falling on one knee, he fished the little velvety box from his pocket. “ i know i’ve told you how marriage for me is not important and equals a cage. my view was totally different from yours due to our upbringings i suppose but someone special came by and showed me i was wrong. i’m thankful that you respected me and never once tried to push that on me just because you wanted it. it’s very selfless and … honestly, that’s so you. i’ve known you long enough to know that. it’s my turn to respect you and your wishes, to make you happy. it’s my one and only wish. ” making a small pause, he opened the little box, revealing the engagement ring in it. “ hân minh bè, will you marry me? ”

[wellstraightprofessional]

Frizzy Hair Repair Combo Free: Unlocking the Secrets of Hair Styling

 Combinations Managing frizzy hair can seem difficult, but remember, it's not impossible.

Is your hair feeling dry and frizzy?

 Well, the main reason is lack of food. But don't worry, you're not alone. In many cases, dry hair expands the cuticles to retain moisture, leaving the hair yellow and unsteady. Therefore, if you want to achieve straight hair without frizz, it is very important to use a Frizzy Hair Repair Combo formula. Considering your busy schedule, are you wondering how to do it? A few simple and time-tested tips can work wonders.

Following a few simple tips can prevent frizz and add nourishment and natural shine to your strands.

Assessing the root problem:

3 main causes of frizz Wondering why your hair is broken and out of sync?

 Well, it's hard for you for a few reasons. But if you want to find the cause of hair loss, read on to find out what the problem is:

1. Avoid oiling

If you don't oil your hair regularly, it will be more difficult. This will deprive your strands of all the nutrients they need. Regular use of the right oil will help seal the cuticles, thus retaining moisture. But if you're not ready to oil your scalp, hair care routines can quickly become dry and boring.

2. Environmental conditions

There are many environmental conditions that are constantly exposed to many environmental conditions, such as humidity, UV rays, dust and pollution, high temperatures, etc., which make it more difficult to control hair-free.

Are you wondering why?

Keep these things in mind while planning a hair care routine. However, it depends on the hair type and needs. Multiple washes can remove strands of moisturizers and natural oils. This will increase moisture and humidity.Fight frizz:

Effective tips for silky hairLooking for tips to get rid of frizzy hair forever?

Here are some ideas that will really help in creating a good product:

1. Choosing the right hair care products

If you want the best hair care for fine hair, it's important to buy Keratin Super Shine Mask  that soothe the scalp without drying it out. Also, make sure it's sulfate- and paraben-free, to reduce dryness. In addition, you can use a professional direct source for smooth strokes.

2. Eat a healthy diet

Your diet can determine the health of your hair. Make sure you are eating all the right nutrients in good portions. For example, eat foods that contain vitamins A, E, zinc and iron. This makes hair care easy by increasing the strength and shine of the follicles. Keep in mind that a nourished scalp can use a healthy oil to reduce dandruff.

3. Regular exercise

 If you want to treat ingrown hairs, you need to include exercise in your daily routine. Increased blood flow increases the susceptibility to breakage and split ends. What else? Sweating from the scalp while exercising helps open blocked pores and promotes oil distribution from root to tip.Caring for fine hair:

Tips for styling dry hair

Having fine hair doesn't mean you have to stop styling it . All you need to do is be careful. So here are some tips to keep in mind when styling dry locks:

1. Moisturize before photographing

Wash your locks before photographing and remember to use a moisturizing conditioner. It really hydrates your hair, makes it manageable and helps you tame frizz. Make this conditioner an essential part of your natural hair care routine. Also, if you want defined curls, you can use Dove curling gel.

2. Use heat protection

Heat from styling tools like hair dryers, irons, curling irons and electric rollers can often damage dry hair. Therefore, it is wise to use frizz solutions such as Keratin Super Shine Mask. Hairdressing tools should also be kept at a low temperature.

3. Avoid Harmful Chemical Treatments

Colouring and hair colouring are just cosmetic procedures. However, using harmful chemicals in paints and dyes can damage the fibre texture. So be sure to use ingredients that remove harmful chemicals and provide an all-natural hair care solution.

Best tips for dry and frizzy hair

Investing in the right products can do magic for dry and frizzy hair. But if you're looking for the best, try the best keratin hair shampoo. With bio protein power, these are scientifically formulated to nourish your hair and improve bounce. In addition, it reduces split ends, restores the natural shine and helps the strands. After using these masks you will see visible results and your hair will be very soft and less frizzy and smooth.

Grooming

Keratin Super Shine Mask Grooming: For those dealing with gray hair, incorporating a keratin Super Shine Mask into your grooming routine can be a game-changer. This mask not only hydrates and nourishes dry strands but also smooths out frizz, giving your gray hair a sleek, shiny appearance.

Preventing Frizz and Styling with Care: Use tips to prevent frizz and style your hair with a few precautions. Avoid harsh hair treatments that can strip your hair of moisture, and instead, choose a creamy keratin hair Shampoo  routine designed to hydrate and protect your hair. Sticking to this routine will help you achieve silky smooth results, allowing you to style your hair with confidence.

Get ready to welcome back the old days with lots of healthy, frizz-free hair. With the right frizzy hair repair combo and a consistent grooming routine, you can manage frizz, enhance shine, and embrace your natural hair, whether it's gray or any other shade.

[enkisstories]

I am the spy (or am I?)

Synopsis: In an alternate reality in which Armitage Hux was raised by his mother, Starkiller base was never built and the Resistance is in a much better position. But as of late, secret information has gotten leaked to the enemy. Poe, BB-8, Rose and Armitage infiltrate the Finalizer, commanded by Brendol Hux, to close those channels once and for all. Time for the newly promoted Ensign “Eight-Seven” to earn another feather in his cap and stop the rebels! Wordcount: 4.578

Raised in “batch 8”, FN-2187 had proceeded to the FN corps in the awareness that one day he’d serve the First Order as an officer. No one had ever directly or indirectly expressed the need for the young the stormtrooper to form an opinion about that, and so Eight-Seven hadn’t done so. Him eventually assuming that mantle had simply been a fact of life, like the use of the refresher.

Only now that FN-2187 had actually attained officer-cadet rank, everything all of a sudden had grown complicated. For one, unlike the non-commissioned ranks, being a proper officer required him to go by a name. He’d probably get assigned one at officer school, the next step on his road. And then? For example, to what degree did an in-field promoted officer need to emulate the independent living of the hereditary ones, that had trickled over from Palpatine’s Empire?

But that aside, if one cast aside all the unanswered questions, FN-2187 was really looking forward to his new duties. His evaluation had returned “Law Enforcement on a newly integrated world” as the function he was suited for in the commissioned officers tier. His courseload at officer school would therefore include administration & management, local politics, languages, law and of course deduction skills. And afterwards the newly minted Lieutenant would be the one to bring peace, order and prosperity to a new colony – how awesome was that?

Too big, perhaps, to not expect a slight emotional malfunction here or there. Eight-Seven desperately needed something to cling to, a truth smaller than “I serve the First Order”. And so, when the alarm rang, he picked up a blaster and put himself in front of the little squad he was to dispatch to deal with a rebel incursion on the lower levels of the Finalizer, despite already wearing his new padded uniform instead of the iconic white armor with the shoulder pad.

Rebels… it was only ever rebels, standing in the way of civilization. Did those people even have an idea what they would do if they managed to “liberate” a system or two by accident? Or were they less than people, not thinking beyond the moment? Well, it wasn’t as if the First Order wasn’t here for them, too. There were re-education centers aplenty that could teach captured “Resistance” members a better way of life. Eight-Seven preferred to take enemies alive for this reason. Maybe in his new position as police lieutenant he’d get to also see the fruits of his work, and meet again the reformed criminals and civilized anarchists, now working for the glory of the First Order?

Well, for that dream to become a reality, he’d first have to stop the pesky trio and their droid whom he was chasing down a floor… They had almost reached the escape pods and the female had additionally managed to remotely unlock the safety lock on the hatch. Eight-Seven was running in front of his squad, but the battery in his blaster was good for only one, maybe one and a half, more shots. Time to put those critical thinking skills into action, that he was to develop at academy! If he couldn’t prevent all four from escaping, which of the intruders should he take down for the best effect?

FN-2187 took aim, but lower than his squad mates had expected him to. At this angle their leader wouldn’t hit the back, let alone head, of a fleeing rebel. But that wasn’t Eight-Seven’s intention. Confident about his choice of target, the stormtrooper turned ensign sniped the tallest of the rebels into his upper leg. The man stumbled, fell and only now cried out in pain and surprise. The other three, the humans and the droid, immediately stopped and backtracked to shield their comrade from the pursuers.

“Take them!” Eight-Seven ordered his troopers.

One minute later the catch got presented to him:

The black-haired one with the stubble was Commander Poe Dameron, callsign “Black Leader”, something like a celebrity in the Resistance, and a hard to predict variable. That identified the spherical astromech droid as BB-8, a trickster whom Eight-Seven would have to treat as an independent threat instead of a sophisticated piece of equipment. In these two’s company was a female rebel Eight-Seven had no profile on, but he was well aware that be on a mission together with the aforementioned duo this woman had to be more than a faceless nobody. Her capture and subsequent identification would probably help the First Order a lot. And finally the rebel Eight-Seven had injured was a tall man with bright flaming hair. He wore the iconic rebel jacket in powder blue, an odd choice that made him stick out and immediately identifiable as Armitage Snowe. Snowe went by the callsign “Icewing” and despite his readiness to employ violence, he was an engineer, not a fighter.

While Snowe angrily stared at his captors, Dameron spit on the floor, only to get kicked for that by the trooper who was holding him and the female rebel. She used this ever so slight distraction to wiggle around to punch the trooper with her gloved hands. Electricity crackled, but then harmlessly dissipated. Eight-Seven quickly stepped forward and removed the gloves before the trooper holding her could get ideas like breaking the captive’s wrists. He also took over Dameron from the trooper, so that each prisoner was secured individually now.

“Those people have a hive-mind of sorts”, Eight-Seven then explained to his squad so that they would remember that fact later. “They wouldn’t even have considered leaving without their companion. Ignore it when you hear them yell words to the effect of “Go on without me”, in the majority of cases it either isn’t meant seriously or won’t get heeded anyway.”

“Aren’t you a smart one”, Dameron hissed as if mocking his captor, but in truth he was annoyed at the fact that this young officer was right. Eight-Seven could also spot a hint of resignation in the man’s eyes, what made him hesitate ramming him with his back against the wall as a reminder to be polite – for about two seconds.

Interestingly, the casual violence prompted not just an “Ooof” from Dameron, but a whole waterfall of words from Snowe: “If you value your shiny new pips, Ensign, then you leave this man be!”

“Because you are telling me?”

“Yes.”

Now that’s interesting. Not even a rebel can be that insolent, not in this situation. Let’s see…

Eight-Seven marched Dameron in front of himself, towards Snowe, who was balancing on a single leg in his captor’s grab. The man was bleeding, but not that hard that immediate bandaging would have been required. Eight-Seven therefore could invest a little time testing something. Intensifying the hold of his right hand on Dameron, he gently went through the man’s wavy hair with his left.

“That better?”

Dameron winced, Snowe’s shot Eight-Seven a glance of intense loathing, the female – her identification read Tico, Rose – bit her lips, eyes narrowed, and the droid beeped indignantly.

“I get it, you’re all close, but what makes you think you could order me to do or not do anything?” Eight-Seven shook Dameron for effect, then added: “When all you’d have to do would be to kriffin’ behave in the first place, no need for grandstanding!”

“It’s not grandstanding”, Snowe disagreed. His features slowly relaxed, then shaped into a sneer. It was perhaps the creepiest change Eight-Seven had seen in his life. “It’s actually rather simple: No Tico, Dameron or BB-8 – no service. Because, you see, I am the spy.”

“What?” Eight-Seven uttered in a very un-officer like way.

“Oh, shit. The lower ranks may not be in on…” Snowe stuttered and then his voice trailed off. Eight-Seven would have believed the words to be a trick, but then again Tico was closing her eyes and Dameron was slightly sacking in his grasp. Their reactions seemed genuine, what told the Ensign that there might be some clandestine activity going on, indeed.

“I…” Dameron started, only for it to end in a name: “…cewing…”

“Suspected as much?” Snowe replied with the surprise in his voice that had been missing from Dameron’s.

“No! Yes... I don’t know anymore!!!”

Pulling closer towards Snowe, as closely as Eight-Seven allowed him to anyway, Dameron uttered: “Why?”

Eight-Seven shook his head. “Better question: How?”

“I had the information your superiors wanted. It traveled from source to drain.”

“Alright, that was cute. But can you also prove your claim?”

Snowe nodded. “Hyperspace tracking.”

“What?!” Tico exploded. “No! Not that!”

Meanwhile Dameron faintly whimpered. Now there would be no more place to run… But why… why? After all this time, after how hard he had worked to enter the Resistance’s inner circle, after the bond they shared, why would Icewing sell all of them out to the First Order?

“You guys had made baby-steps towards it, but I fully developed the method”, Snowe elaborated. “I shared my results with the First Order. Check the development protocols and you will find a large gap of several years worth of research. It’ll look like a civilization going from just having tamed fire to suddenly driving around in cars.”

“In what?”

“Imagine your antigrav motor croaking, but your speeder continuing on landing gear. Only without the antigrav motor in the first place.”

“I’m sorry, but that sounds freakish.” Eight-Seven shook his head. “You rebels are freaks. Fortunately I don’t need to hear more. – Troopers, take them to detention! I will report to General Hux.”

Eight-Seven turned around to do as he had announced. The last he heard from the prisoners was Tico exclaiming: “Those cars sound awesome!” only for Snowe to reply “I know, right?” The Ensign took a mental note of the prisoners’ group bond still being somewhat intact despite the accusations… or self-accusation. It might become important later, during interrogation.

*

“Finn’s just come back”, Tico commented, looking through the pane that separated the prisoners’ cell from the floor. Why it had been made see-through from both side, despite there being a perfectly in working order intercom, Eight-Seven didn’t understand. What need was there for the prisoners to see him? To intimidate them, maybe? Well, in this moment FN-2187 didn’t look especially fear-inducing, with the look of surprise on his face.

Tico had clearly recognized him, yet at the same time used a made-up name for the Ensign? An insulting nickname he could have understood, that was par for the course on both sides, but a perfectly regular first name?

“Come again?”

“Finn. That’s your name.” Tico seemed pretty insistent on that.

FN-2187 shook his head in disbelief. Here he was, having been under the impression that the higher ranking, elite rebels would be a bit less on the anarchist side. Well, turned out they were even more chaotic than the rest! Viewed in this light Snowe having said nothing in this matter made him really stick out, and his claim to work with the First Order a tiny bit more believable.

“Look”, Dameron eventually explained, “we seem to be a feather in your cap, and will probably interact some more ‘ere all is said and done, so we need to call you something. We noticed that your nametag has a service number only, and I’ll be dammed if I address a person by a number!”

“You’ll be dammed if you don't call me “Ensign, Sir”, rebel scum!” Eight-Seven shot back. Then he pointed at the orange-patterned droid. “Speaking of persons… Introduce this to me, prisoner.”

Poe Dameron turned his head towards his companion. A pang of guilt washed over him. “Oh… Oh, no. Little buddy… Me and my quick mouth…”

BB-8 rolled a little closer towards his master – or friend? Dameron reached out, the droid playfully pulled back, but then let himself get “captured” in the second attempt and pulled into a hug. A long string of beeps followed. The human prisoners listened intently, then each of the trio nodded.

“The difference is”, Tico told “Finn”, “that BB-8 never complained about his number. He could, you know. Whereas you cannot on account of your conditioning.”

“Yes, I, too, wonder, how I was able to go through life without you four looking out for me”, FN-2187 snarked. “The first to nod now will deeply regret this, by the way. Everyone else will just regret it.”

The corners of Dameron’s lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. This Ensign “Finn” was talking to them, in First Order style, naturally, but talking nonetheless. And if you had the opposition talking, you already owned it.

“General Hux will see you in five minutes, when he’s finished dining”, Finn informed the prisoners.

“Yeah, of course he had to mention the rat having a meal, when he knows full well that we had nothing”, Dameron cursed under his breath.

“Speak for yourself, me, I had a very agreeable anti-tetanus-jab”, Snowe remarked.

“If you really are the elusive spy, they need to keep you alive in case you’re still useful for them”, Tico said in a sad voice. “But… why? Please, Armitage, we didn’t ask until now, but this might be our last chance…”

Snowe shook his head. “Far from it”, he insisted. “Don’t worry, you will survive. I’ll see to that when I’m General.”

“Oh, and here I was, being afraid you’d wait until you had made Supreme Leader”, Dameron grumbled. “For real, what’s going on in your head these days?”

Snowe’s nose twitched, his eyes harrowed and when he answered, the words came out like a snake’s hissing: “What’s on everyone’s mind these days! Ben! Always and only ever Ben!”

The other two exchanged baffled glances with each other and with BB-8. Apparently that wasn’t the answer they had expected.

“I did notice that you seek each other out despite not liking the other”, Dameron eventually spoke up. “But I thought it was attraction.”

“Pfft. There has to be one person in the Resistance who isn’t infatuated with the great and mighty heir of Skywalker”, Snowe spat. “After all the trouble he gave us, now he is the hero, who gets way with everything. Ben refrains from killing his father and gets lauded for that. What’s so special about not killing one’s old man? I didn’t do it, either. But I had to claw my way up from the very bottom and when I make a mistake, General Solo hands me a broom to “think about what I’ve done” over chores. How’s that fair?”

“Did I get that right? You betrayed us - and the whole galaxy in the process - because you envy Ben?”

“It’s not fair! The First Order wouldn’t have let such preferential treatment happen!”

“He’s correct”, Finn chimed in.

“You can’t mean that!” Dameron whispered at Snowe. In the same breath he pointed at Finn without taking his eyes of the traitor, shouting: “And you weren’t asked!”

Snowe didn’t break eye contact, staring back until his eyes hurt and started getting wet. Only then did he take one, two deep breaths and said:

“…maybe not. I don’t know myself anymore. I… stopped caring who wins. I just want Ben to lose. Whichever side he is on I will oppose. It’s really this simple.”

“Time’s up”, Finn announced. “Try to be coherent in front of the General.”

Armitage pushed himself upwards using the cell’s wall. He was still standing unsteadily on his wounded leg, therefore in order to not delay the delivery of the prisoners to General Hux, Finn grabbed the man and pulled his arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Finn. I’ll make you my personal adjutant later today.”

Finn was just about to exercise a little attitude adjustment on the mouthy engineer, when he realized that Snowe had been dead serious.

“Did you drink that tetanus shot?! Or anything else you shouldn’t have drank?”

Snowe only grinned, saying: “I still haven’t played all my cards.”

*

General Brendol Hux received the prisoners in an almost empty room that was large enough to fit a full sized execution squad. It was conveniently present already. Droids of various sizes and function very rolling between the troopers’ feet. If there were one or more of the floating torture droids the empire had used, it hadn’t launched yet and was still lying on some shelf.

The first thing the General noticed was one of the prisoners getting steadied by an Ensign on account of a leg injury. This constituted a breach of protocol, that Hux noted, to address it later.

Finn instructed the guards to position the cuffed prisoners, including the droid, that was now fitted with a restraining bolt, apart from each other a little more. Then he stepped back from Snowe, causing him to briefly stagger.

“This is the group I spoke of, General. And this here is the man who claims that he relayed confidential information about the Resistance to us.”

“I know.” General Hux slightly lowered his head in confirmation. “One wonders: Why did he decide to stop?” Taking a step towards the ginger-haired prisoner, the General added: “Suffering from a bout of indecision, are we?”

“It was inevitable, unfortunately”, Snowe claimed. “The Resistance decided that the spy’s contact was on this ship and tried to silence both ends of the exchange. I volunteered for this mission with the intent to sabotage it. I successfully led them astray, goaded them into destroying some inconsequential sub-system, but on our way out we got captured.”

“A misstep that would have been excusable from a junior Lieutenant on his first assignment”, Hux said with a sideways glance towards Finn. “Not from someone pretending to be a full grown man.”

“I did what was possible, father.”

“No, you did what you were capable of, you silly, weak boy!”

The exchange between informant and handler and the reveal of their exact relation were met with even more commotion among the prisoners than Snowe’s earlier confiding of his motivation. Finn had to signal the guards to generously employ their shock staffs on the three of them that weren’t the spy.

“Stop!” Snowe shouted. “Stop that! Those people are under my protection! Same goes for the droid! Harm them and no information will flow anymore!”

General Hux slapped the prisoner hard.

“It already has stopped flowing, in case you haven’t noticed!”

Even that wasn’t sufficient to break Snowe’s confidence. He shook his head to clear it, and retorted:

“Well, of course it would, if you parade us around here instead of letting us escape discreetly!”

Hux laughed disparagingly.

“Let you escape? With the very same people you idiot TOLD you were the spy?”

“I… shoot. But they… Whatever. Keep them. Put them someplace safe. I can tell the Resistance they died and...”

“The information you gave us was almost worth the effort of making you”, General Hux cut the prisoner short. “But now you’ve outlived your usefulness to the First Order.” Almost as an afterthought, but Poe could tell that the slight delay was deliberate, Hux added: “And to me.”

“Come AGAIN?” Snowe – or Hux jnr., as the others knew now – flared up. “You can’t mean that! What more could you have expected me to do?”

The protest was met with an ice-cold stare. But “Icewing” wasn’t a stranger to that tactic himself and this time he stood his ground, not giving in like he had done with Poe earlier. To gain the upper hand Hux senior had to twist the knife a little more:

“I didn’t expect much from a kitchen worker’s brat.”

The insult that was meant to destroy the prisoner’s confidence might have worked on a man who hadn’t grown up in said kitchen. But as things stood, the momentarily startled prisoner once again produced that trademark sneer of his.

“Funny thing”, Hux jnr. said, but he didn’t finish the sentence. Instead he twisted to the side a little, causing Finn to grab him tighter. And that was a mistake, because the prisoner now used his captor as a firm counterweight, when he brought his uninjured leg upwards. His boots impacted on Brendol Hux’ ever so recently filled stomach.

“Yes, good idea”, Hux jnr. commented, when Finn dragged him away from the General. Right in front of their eyes Brendol bend forward and started vomiting.

“Never mess with a kitchen scullion”, Armitage said coldly. “Really not.”

“A policy to remember for the labor camp you’re going to!” Finn growled, but then everything turned a little hectic. To the pair’s right, BB-8 had caused Rose’ captor to stumble, allowing her to slip out of from his grip. The little engineer pounced one of the First Order droids and after a short kerfuffle emerged with a tool, that she subsequently used to de-magnetize the restraining bolt on BB-8. The droid in turn short-circuited Rose’s handcuffs – not a moment too early, because now they found themselves facing three stormtroopers. Not daring to shoot into the melee that in one spot also contained their General, they were holding the butts of their blasters like clubs.

Rose’s heart sank, but only briefly, because now Poe shouted “catch”! Moments later she held an electro-staff in her hands.

“I really hate it when you typecast me as the maniac who electroshocks everyone”, the engineer called out at Poe, but she did so with a smile.

*

Later still, the rebels were perched behind the General’s desk, two deactivated droids and three stormtroopers, two of which were shocked into unconsciousness and one dead. Poe was stabbing at everything that tried to close in with the staff, while Rose had switched to a blaster and BB-8 was sending confusing signals to the remaining droids. And between them crouched Armitage Hux, holding a blaster pistol at Brendol’s temple.

“Today we’re practicing not killing our old man, in the fine tradition of Ben Solo”, he said through clenched teeth. “Alright, here’s the deal… it’s not hard to understand.” Raising his voice, he called out to the stormtroopers: “Toss down your weapons or I’m going to blast this man’s brains out! I mean it!”

“Don’t listen to the rat!” Brendol yelled. “He doesn’t have the guts! None of the sorry bunch has!”

“Three seconds”, Armitage said coldly.

The attack didn’t slow down.

“Three…”

BB-8 had to dodge a blaster shot, causing him to temporarily lose focus. As a result a black droid of his own model managed to roll through under the desk.

“Two…”

Poe rammed his staff down on the droid, causing it to short-circuit. Afterwards the pilot looked shocked at his hands and from there at BB-8. “I’m sorry…”

“One…”

Rose stunned one trooper and grazed Finn, causing him to lose his balance. They tumbled over in close proximity to the desk.

“ZERO!” Armitage shouted, and when no reaction whatsoever came, he pulled the trigger. NOW he had the enemy’s attention. As well as his jacket full of blood and brain tissue.

Armitage felt Poe rip the jacket off him. “Take that off! What were you thinking, man? Killing the hostage for real? That’s not accomplishing anything!”

His right arm he was holding the blaster with still in the loosened jacket’s sleeve, Armitage groped around with the other hand until he found something to latch onto. It was the black collar of an officer’s uniform – with a dazed officer-cadet still in it.

“Ah, nice! Fresh hostage!” Not wasting time, Armitage put the blaster on Finn’s temple now.

“This isn’t going to wooooooooork!” Poe cried.

“This isn’t going to work”, Finn confirmed.

“Well, no one seems to have activated the alarm yet”, Rose spoke up in the middle of all this. “I can open the door using this…” A guilty expression on her face she held up the severed head of the First Order droid Poe had killed. The consciousness seemed to have fled, but there was still some residual activity in the droid brain. “If BB-8 throws a chaff grenade from his secret stash, we could make a dash for the door… whatever good that will do us.”

“Lots!” Poe exclaimed. “If we immediately reseal the door behind us, trapping the remaining troopers. Then we can try to sneak to the escape pods with none being the wiser what has happened in here.”

He grabbed Finn’s cap, put it on his own head and proceeded to also take the Ensign’s uniform jacket. With a shrug he said: “On first glance it might fool someone into thinking we are escorting prisoners. And one moment of hesitation is all we need.”

Poe looked from one to the other.

“Agreed?” he asked.

“Yes!” Rose shrieked while laying some more discouraging fire on the enemy.

BB-8 gave beeps to the same effect.

“No!” Finn protested and Armitage only bit his lips.

“Swell!” Poe concluded. “Let’s do it!”

*

“We’re traveling a bit more comfortable than expected”, Rose laughed, when she finally fell onto the floor of the First Order shuttle they had hijacked. At the passenger bench she was leaning onto, Armitage and Finn were sitting back to back, cuffed and gagged. Meanwhile Poe and BB-8 were fiddling with the vehicle’s unfamiliar controls, working their hardest to escape the range of the Finalizer’s sensors quickly. There was no telling if maybe one or more of the enemies they had stunned or been forced to kill had gotten found by now.

“Sorry ‘bout that, but we couldn’t chance you calling for help”, Rose said, removing Finn’s and Armitage’s gags. “It’s not needed anymore.”

“This is madness”, Finn groaned.

Rose grinned, but then her eyes fell on Armitage and she finally fully registered that he wasn’t wearing his iconic Icewing-jacket anymore. It was as if the old companion had indeed turned into a different person, the son of a First Order General.

“What?” Armitage Hux barked, when he could bear the erstwhile friend’s stare no longer.

“Yes, what”, Rose sighed. “What the hell…”

From the cockpit, they could hear Poe’s voice:

“This is Black Leader, returning to base. Dameron, Tico, BB-8 and two prisoners: One First Order officer cadet and Armitage… Hux.”

An uneasy silence followed, but it wasn’t long enough to suggest a conversation on the other end. Apparently whoever had been listening on the other side had been informed about the engineer’s parentage.

“What about Icewing?” Leia Solo asked.

Leaning forward on the bench, Armitage yelled: “Is pissed and will want to have words with Ben! He better dresses himself warmly!”

Poe turned up the volume, so that Rose and the prisoners could clearly hear the reply, that was a chuckle, followed by: “I’ll see you all in an hour then. Godspeed, Black Squad!”

Finn didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the shameless display of respectlessness. Not just that, there was also the aspect he had noticed when he had arrested the group in front of the escape pods: The rebels’ loyalty was to each other even over the mission, maybe even over their faction. That was pure evil, and exactly what he had gotten trained against from childhood, but also so very, very enticing.

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Leigh plays Tellius prt 29

HERE THEY COME AGAIN COVERED UP IN WHITE AND RED MISCHIEF ON THEIR MINDS SORROW IN THEIR EYES

Gosh, I love this image. It's so unnecessarily sinister. Plus that whole "my master" shit? I feel like I've been calling everyone in Tellius fruity but c'mon. Ugh. Love these two.

And I was riding that high until I got to this part.

And I stopped. And I stared. And I stared some more.

New's flash: I screwed up! Hard!! I thought I only needed one clear file saved to the game in order to unlock all NG+ stuff. Turns out I have to start a new file OVER the clear file.

Which I did not do. Because I am an idiot who misread the directions.

So all that work I did?? Training up Heather so she could steal the meteor tome? Stranding Soren in a lake surrounded by wyvern riders so he could attack Micaiah?? Ensuring that Ike fought the Black Knight and lived???

All for nothing. Nada. All that time and effort... WASTED.

When I reached this point, I seriously considered just... deleting my file and starting from scratch. Or maybe taking a break from Radiant Dawn entirely. I was so distressed.

However, I eventually sucked it up. And I murdered Pelleas.

Sweet dreams, my beloved spineless noodle. I vow to save you on my next playthrough.

And then after dealing with that heartbreak, I had to go through this map. Thank Ashera that Ike doesn't start moving until the second to last turn. And that Soren doesn't move at all.

My Dawn Babies were not prepared to fight this many laguz. However, I did manage to survive.

This is such a cool cutscene, but knowing how weak Kurthnaga is as a unit (at least when you first recruit him) kind of ruins this one for me, at least in retrospect. You're telling me that he can topple a watchtower with one breath? This man can barely deal damage to bishops.

Yes, I am exaggerating for effect. But it's really not that far off from the truth.

Aww!!! Another Rafiel and Micaiah hug! My heart? Warm. My crops? Watered. This is too dang cute.

*insert obligatory "they said the thing" joke here*

I feel like we don't talk enough about how fucked up Almedha is. Like, sure, she's a super hot milf with a tragic backstory and we all love her design and story. I'm not denying any of that; it's true. But man, she might not have loved Ashnard, but her views certainly did line up with his in a lot of areas.

And that's it for this post. All I have left of part 3 is the epic epilogue. Despite the lingering disappointment of not being able to unlock the secret ikesoren conversation, I am highly anticipating the absolute hype of part 4.

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Landscaping Features: A well-designed landscape can greatly enhance the aesthetics of your commercial parking lot. Strategically placed trees, shrubs, and flower beds not only provide shade and beauty but also help to reduce heat island effects. Consider using native plants that require less maintenance and water, contributing to sustainability efforts.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) What factors should I consider when designing a commercial parking lot? When designing a commercial parking lot, consider factors such as traffic flow, accessibility, safety measures, landscaping, lighting, and environmental sustainability. How can I ensure that my commercial parking lot meets local regulations and codes? It is crucial to consult with local authorities

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Unlocking the Secrets to Effective Weight Loss: Your Journey to a Healthier You

Are you ready to embark on a transformative journey toward a healthier, happier you? Weight loss isn't just about shedding pounds; it's about reclaiming your vitality, boosting your confidence, and improving your overall well-being. Let's dive into the strategies that can help you achieve lasting weight loss and a healthier lifestyle.

1. Set Realistic Goals

Setting achievable and realistic goals is the first step toward successful weight loss. Instead of aiming for rapid, drastic changes, focus on gradual, sustainable progress. This approach not only prevents burnout but also increases the likelihood of long-term success. Remember, consistency is key.

2. Adopt a Balanced Diet

A balanced diet is the cornerstone of any effective weight loss plan. Prioritize whole foods, such as fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains, while minimizing processed foods and sugary snacks. Portion control is also crucial – listen to your body’s hunger and fullness cues to avoid overeating.

3. Stay Hydrated

Drinking enough water is essential for weight loss and overall health. Water helps control your appetite, boosts metabolism, and aids digestion. Aim to drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, and consider swapping sugary drinks for water or herbal teas.

4. Regular Physical Activity

Incorporating regular physical activity into your routine is vital for burning calories and building muscle. Find an exercise you enjoy, whether it’s brisk walking, cycling, dancing, or strength training. Aim for at least 150 minutes of moderate aerobic activity or 75 minutes of vigorous activity per week, combined with muscle-strengthening exercises on two or more days a week.

5. Prioritize Sleep

Quality sleep plays a significant role in weight management. Lack of sleep can disrupt hormones that regulate hunger, leading to increased appetite and weight gain. Aim for 7-9 hours of sleep per night to support your weight loss efforts and overall health.

6. Manage Stress

Chronic stress can lead to emotional eating and weight gain. Incorporate stress management techniques into your daily routine, such as mindfulness, meditation, yoga, or deep breathing exercises. Taking time for yourself can reduce stress and support your weight loss journey.

7. Monitor Your Progress

Tracking your progress can help you stay motivated and make necessary adjustments to your plan. Keep a food diary, use a fitness app, or take regular measurements to see how far you’ve come. Celebrate your successes, no matter how small, to maintain your momentum.

8. Seek Support

Don’t be afraid to seek support from friends, family, or a weight loss group. Having a support system can provide encouragement, accountability, and motivation. Sharing your journey with others can make the process more enjoyable and less daunting.

9. Stay Positive and Patient

Weight loss is a journey, not a race. There will be ups and downs, but staying positive and patient is crucial. Focus on the positive changes you’re making and the benefits you’re experiencing, rather than just the number on the scale.

10. Consult a Professional

If you’re struggling to lose weight or have specific health concerns, consider consulting a healthcare professional or a registered dietitian. They can provide personalized advice, create a tailored plan, and offer guidance to help you reach your goals safely and effectively.

Your Weight Loss Journey Awaits

Remember, weight loss is about more than just appearance – it’s about improving your health, boosting your energy levels, and enhancing your quality of life. By implementing these strategies and staying committed, you can achieve lasting results and become the best version of yourself. Start today, and embrace the journey to a healthier, happier you!