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Chapter 14

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Summary: Rory and Price come home and have to finally face the worst argument of their relationship (AKA the chapter in which they have angry sex)

Warnings/Tags: Minors DNI - smut, p in v sex, hand jobs, back shots, unprotected sex, swearing, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, John Price needs his own warning

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 6.2 K

A/N: this smut is probably not the sexiest considering it hops back and forth between fighting and fucking but its necessary for character development or whatever...

[AO3]

November 5, 2019 - Fulham, London, UK

The car ride – just like the flight back home – had been quiet. Thick with tension, a blast door holding them back from tearing into one another. Sitting parked outside her townhouse, Rory held the wheel within her grip and rested her chin upon the top of it, staring out the windshield at nothing in particular with narrowed eyes. Her stomach groaned and the nervous pangs gnawed at her. There was an uneasy storm settling overhead, black clouds sinking down around her, the static electric flicker on her skin of lightning building. Pressing her forehead to the wheel, she hugged the column. Something sturdy. Locked in place. Clinging to it so she wasn’t torn away and flung about, forced to face the hurricane pounding on her skull. She already knew staying in the vehicle, sitting in place, it wasn’t feasible. She was going to have to face him at some point. Face the hard jaw, the piercing gaze – the barely hidden disappointment he had in her would be a bitter pill to swallow. Things had never been like this between them before and she was more terrified of the consequences now than when she had walked away to begin with.

The creak of brakes as his SUV parked behind her made her heart freeze. There was no getting away from him now. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door of her Range Rover and stepped out, grabbing her bag from the boot and swinging it over her shoulder, refusing to glance his way. Not quite ready to face the music. Carrying herself with all the confidence she mustered when facing down the enemy, head held high, an appealing aplomb that came to her naturally but in this instance felt more like she was some prancing show pony. Struck by the cigar smoke that invaded her senses with the force Price was known for on a mission, the hair raised on her arms and the back of her neck. The sharp sting of invisible shackles burned on her wrists. Even if she could escape him, he was always all around her, impossible to ignore. Clinging to her, rooted inside, tendrils spreading. Razor wire marking the borders of where the parts of her life and John’s were growing attached. She fumbled with the keys in the door, and the large, steadying hand she knew so well – the one that could stroke her back, push her out of the way of gunfire, or give her a smack on the arse when she was being cheeky – simply reached past her and took control as he was so often wont to do. Gripping her hand like an extension of himself, he turned the key in the lock without another word. Her nervous system sparking as he loomed behind her, his weight pressed up against her. Routine. She followed it to the letter to keep her steady. Coat and shoes off, keys in the bowl by the door, scoop the mail off the floor, bring her bag upstairs and dump it by the hamper for laundry duty. She would need a shower to wash off the grime, to clear her head and get the words right, a conversation like this was going to be one that she already knew would lead into an argument, especially if John had his way – ready to fly off the handle and bring her right along with him. They could both get a little too passionate, trapped in a wildfire, the back and forth of heated words until one had the upper hand and the licking flames could finally be extinguished with a romp in the sheets.

Rory remained silent, too silent. Defiantly so. Granting Price the cold shoulder as her jaw clenched with bitter words that wanted to spit from her venomously, but swallowed them down like poison instead. A putrefaction inside a gut that had held on to so many unspoken, spiteful words for days as the shower beat down against her. The patter of water on tiles like the ticking hands of a clock waiting for her to finally explode and devour them both in a wave of fury that flooded her thoughts. Despite the harrying assault of insults she was ready to lob like grenades, she persisted. Maintaining her calm, her control. The patience of a sniper – of a goddamn saint, at this point – she ignored the creak of the wood floor outside the bathroom door, whining under the weight of the man who expected people to break, to give in or give up.

Fog barely obscured Price’s shadowed frame as he stood outside the stall, awaiting her, believing his penance paid. He was the looming presence in her life that she had allowed to darken parts of her that she was unaware could be corrupted so readily. The lamb sacrificed to make way for the wolf he had been luring out for years, tearing itself free of its woolen, innocent exterior and allowed to bear itself in all its decadent ferocity having found its mated pair.

“You gonna talk t’me again, love?” He asked in a low rumble, his own frustration setting in as he crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his weight between his feet. It wasn’t like her to bring her work home with her, but this instance had stuck. There was a shift in the paradigm. It twisted at her, digging into her whole belief system and choking the life from it like brambles. Her father’s words echoing in her head: a poor influence. He wasn’t wrong. She had forgone everything her mother and father had instilled in her – protecting others, helping them at their lowest. It was unforgivable. Her heart squeezed in her chest at the loss of what she was becoming.

Scouring at her scalp with her fingers, she built up a frothy foam of bubbles in her hair – the lightest thing that existed on her shoulders at the moment. Working her jaw as she relented and finally spoke, “Eventually.”

The tension in her voice was palpable, the anger a very real force that lifted its ugly head as much as she tried to bury it. Her usual go-to of slapping on a smile and pretending as though she didn’t have a care in the world wasn’t holding, the exterior long since shattered as much as her will was as she came to terms with what she had been capable of. “This is ‘cause of the interrogation, isn’t it?” John’s voice remained firm, unapologetic in his requirements for the mission. She sighed, dipping her head back under the water, letting it cascade over her, washing her sins away and restoring her resolve as the soap circled the drain. Opening the glass door, steam poured out in a cloud around her, turning the air around them hot and oppressive as she stared him down with a glare that brooked no argument. “It’s not the interrogation – I've done a million of those. It’s the fact that I was made to cross a very real line I have set for myself. One – my darling,” the term of endearment having lost its sentimentality as she spat it out, “You are very well aware of. I don’t hurt children –”

“You didn’t,” Price interrupted, giving her a little shrug of his shoulders. “Didn’t harm him or the wife.”

“Christ, are you listening to yourself, John?” Rory snarled. “Didn’t harm him?” She snatched the towel from the bar beside the shower and wrapped it around herself quickly. “He’s going to be bloody traumatized having been kidnapped and forced to witness his life, and the ones of those he loves, being threatened.” Wiping her arm across the bathroom mirror, clearing it of the film of mist, glancing at him through it, their eyes met in a battle of wills through a plane of glass. “We may as well have signed him up to join AQ ourselves – certainly gave the poor little bastard enough of a reason to do so.” Rory sighed, shaking her head as she gripped the edge of the sink counter. “We are going to be the enemy to him for the rest of his life after what we did. A very real monster under the bed… and maybe he’s fucking right.” She glanced over her shoulder, her furrowed brow held tight along with the purse of her lips in an angry pout, staring at the man she loved, not quite sure what sort of answer she expected from him at that moment.

Rubbing at the back of his neck, his steely gaze locked on hers, trapped in a tug of war between the two sides of himself. One, The Captain, who did whatever it took, whether savory in his actions or not. A mindset trained into him to put the mission first, no matter the cost. The other, John Price, the man who loved the woman stood before him, who tried to be a better man for her.

“You know that’s what it takes, Ror. This fight is never gonna be pretty, it’s never gonna be clean. Blood on our hands, it’s what we do – I know you know that. It’s nothing new to either of us.” The muscle in his jaw clenched, a reminder of the hidden savagery he wore buried beneath his rugged features. “You’re angrier with yourself than you are with me. Don’t try and deny it. Worried about pissin’ off your father, betrayin’ some vision he has o’you. – and maybe you are, but he can sod off.” Before she could argue, Price stepped forward, collecting her chin and holding her steady in his grasp, the calloused pad of his thumb drifting tenderly over her plump lower lip, freezing her like a deer in the headlights. “Might make us monsters,” he whispered in a husk, “But we do the bad things so that the rest of the world only deals in the good. And, speaking for myself at least,” his voice hoarse with the admiration he held for her, head tipping to the side as he offered her a sly smirk, “Feel a little less like one when I’ve got you with me.” Her eyes closed, sighing heavily, as he pressed his forehead to hers, tipping her chin upwards to meet him in a searing kiss, apologies in each press of his lips against hers without ever uttering the actual words – he was far too stubborn a man to ever concede openly.

Pulling back, the fire still burned in his blue eyes, the torrid desire turning a sensual kiss into something more primal. His hand gently stroked her jaw down to her throat as if she were made of porcelain – despite the danger he willingly let her be thrown into – with him, there alway seemed to be that fear he might break her, that he was forced to be gentle.

“I might ask you to cross some lines, but you know I'd never make you do something that’d harm you, darlin’.” His voice kept low, an insidious purr, as his mouth traveled down the smooth column of her neck, his whiskers rasping against her flesh still slick from her shower. “You know I’ll always take care of you, my girl,” he murmured against her pulse. Rory’s hands curled around the counter of the sink, her knuckles shifting from red to white as she leaned her weight against it. The backs of her thighs pressed against the cool edge, her head rolling back granting him full access to her throat with a quiet moan.

She hated this, the anger that still welled inside her, the way he denied her side of things. One of his worst flaws was his belief that he was always right, despite the evidence before him. She hated that he could make her feel so goddamn docile sometimes, so obedient. His good girl.

Price’s firm hand on her hip held her in place with an unyielding grip. Fingers kneading at soft, smooth flesh under the towel, dug in to leave a claiming bruise upon her. His body – heavy, dominating – was an iron embrace that never let go.

“Christ, John,” she mewled, her arm coiling around the back of his neck, fingers splayed through short, cropped brown hair as his teeth scraped gently along her skin. A shiver coursed down her spine, the humid warmth of the bathroom doing little to prevent the goosebumps that scattered her body in the wake of his touch.

A low chuckle rumbled from deep within him, vibrating against her. The surge of lust was undeniable, a force that pulled them together like two magnets. Gently grasping her wrist, he moved Rory’s hand away from his hair and guided it towards his stiff member, throbbing with want, strained against the material of his pants. "You and me, Rory," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire as she cupped him over the material, her fingertips gently caressing the outline of his bulge. "Trust in me, that’s all you’ve ever had to do." “You know I trust you, that’s the bloody problem,” she snarked while unbuttoning his pants, zipping down the fly with a fervor that was a testament to the devotion she held for him, one that had never faded after two years together and the crucible of bullshit they had faced throughout their careers. The anger still simmering inside her, just below the surface fueling the lust in equal measure as she tore his pants down his thighs.

Cock springing free, he was eager to have her. Taking a deep, ragged breath, he pulled back slightly. "Look at me," he commanded softly, insistently. His darkened gaze daring her to deny him anything. “You can be angry with me all you like. Won’t change a damn thing, and you know that. This is our job, Rory.”

Hazel depths burned like the embers at the end of one of her cigarettes, holding within them a mix of rage and ardor as she glared at him. Swallowing thickly, her back to a wall, knowing full well this was what the man she was in love with was capable of, and always had been. Dangerous – confidently so – wielding power and secrets without a hint of a question in his purpose and with no remorse.

"C’mere,” his command dripped with authority, laced liberally with carnal desire. Claiming her mouth once again, he took what belonged to him. His hand slid through her damp hair, carding his fingers. Grasping her chin, tender in his touch, he intensified the kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other, a declaration of their unbridled hunger.

Heart pounding in her chest, each rhythm matched the pulse between her fingers as they encircled the thick of him. The gentle friction of her soft palm against his hardness, the warmth of her hand enveloping him as he thrusted slowly, deliberately into her grip, bucking his hips with the same control over his body he showed on the battlefield.

His breathing became rough as she tightened her hold, eliciting a low groan from deep within him. "That's it, love," he rasped, panting as his forehead pressed against her own, watching her hand pump against him in a fist. Gaze rolling up to fix on hers, whimpering with need, he searched for the reassurance he craved from her, to know that she was his entirely.

Eyes darkening with her own arousal, they reflected equal intensity in the black depths of her blown out pupils. Chest and cheeks left flushed in the same rosy shade as her pebbled nipples.

Thrusting harder, he reached up to cup her face. The calloused pads of his fingers brushed against her cheekbones and traced the curve of her jawline, his thumb stroking the edge of her lower lip, watching as her mouth opened slightly in response to his touch.

"Kiss me, Rory," he demanded gruffly, his voice husky with desire.

Both needed the connection more than oxygen, breath hitching as their lips finally met and their spark so easily ignited. The kiss – deep, mirroring the carnal heat that radiated between them like white phosphorus, impossible to be extinguished.

His hips continued to move, driving into her hand with a hunger that threatened to consume him, a hunger that was never truly sated when it came to her no matter how many times they laid together. Breaking the kiss moments later, his breath came in ragged gasps. "I need you," his voice a rough whisper. "Now."

Quick to grab the underside of her thighs, scooping her up into his arms, he lifted her onto the countertop, the cold sting of marble biting at her once more. Slotting himself between her thighs, his own muscular ones kept her spread wide open for him and with a quick move of his hand, her towel fell away and Rory was bared to him in all her glory.

Large, meaty hands roamed over her supple skin scented with the subtle perfume of her vanilla body wash and he nuzzled in against her neck and wet locks of hair, luxuriating as he breathed her in, unable to get enough. "Mmm...you smell like heaven, my girl," he murmured, his words barely audible above the thrumming of their hearts.

Price’s touch grazed over the sides of her waist, exploring the curves he had mapped out in his memory, moving to cup her pert breasts in his grip. He stood before her, savage jubilation in his eyes, making it staggeringly clear he'd do anything to keep her close – in bed, in battle, in life.

The possessive gleam in his eyes would make a lesser individual wilt, but not her, Rory was made of the same stuff. That lupine smirk of hers pulled at her full lips, the predatory stare blatant in her eyes as they flared up at him, the amber in her depths flickering alight. Evidence of need coated her inner thighs, her slick folds awaiting him to delve within.

He moved then, swift and certain, the force of desire propelling him forward as he dragged her towards the edge of the counter, hands roaming with the expectant touch of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. The dance between them was as familiar as breathing.

Long legs wrapped around him, jerking him towards her with a press of her heels. Wrangling him. The rare occasion where she controlled the Captain with the tug of the leash he’d given her reign over, the shepherding dog submissive to his lamb. Pushing the ruddy head of his cock that bullied at her entrance into her, slowly, stretching herself open on him, her moan filling the space between them as her face contorted with pleasure.

Gripping her hips tightly, he thrust into her with the force of a man possessed. Each movement was proof of the passion that burned between them, an almost unbearable calefaction. His knees thumped against the vanity doors, the sound punctuating each plunge into the depths of her velvety walls.

"Is this what you want?" His voice low and gravelly, the hint of danger in his words sending shivers down her spine.

Breath hot on her neck, his lips grazed her skin, each trailing mark from his mouth a promise of what was to come. Her hands clawed at his back in return, urging him on, leaving raw, red lines against the tanned canvas of his skin. “I want you to stop trying to turn me into you,” she breathed, a soft, shuddered whisper in his ear as he continued to fill her. His hips stuttered, freezing, halfway in and out of her. John’s piercing blue-eyed gaze locked onto her as his jaw clenched – a nerve had been struck. “I’m not,” he growled.

Eyes locked, captive in one another’s stare, she didn’t back down. “Don’t ever make me cross that line again, John.” It wasn’t a plea or a request, it was an order, a demand. She rarely asked much of Price, but after giving an inch and him taking a mile, putting her foot down was the only resolution. “Listen to me.” Gripping the back of her head, cradling it in the palm of his hand, his fingers coiled into her hair. “I have only ever done things with your best interests at heart,” he rasped, eyes boring into hers, willing her to remember the promise he had made to her in the hotel years ago. “It's never my plan to hurt you, I only ever want to keep you safe.”

“John, you asked me to use a child as bait…” Rory's eyes were glassy as she stared up at him, teeth clenched in a snarl as her words fell from her trembling lips, the guilt festering inside her. “And I did it,” she whispered harshly, “For you.”

His eyes fell for just a moment, an ounce of vulnerability shown by the man who normally remained steadfast and firm in his resolve. Price gave a heavy sigh before meeting her gaze once more. “In havin’ to deal with the Butcher, to find Hadir, I was forced to make a decision, love. But a decision – a hard decision – had to be made. Something I'm far too familiar with, eh?” He tried to force a little smirk, but it failed to reach his eyes, his fingers digging into the tender flesh at her nape as he clung to her, afraid to let her go.

“I'd never intend to put you in a position like that, not if I didn’t already know you were capable of it,” he said with a quick shake of his head, his brow furrowing, deepening the lines of his forehead. “I don't want to break you, darlin’. I know your limits, every one of ‘em, and I’d never push you any further than what I know you’re able to. It’s my job to know that, Ror. You're my best asset. My everythin’.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers, his stare pleading for a forgiveness he didn't often seek. “You know that, my girl.”

“Of all the people to ask me to do something like that, it never should have been you.” Her hand shook against the edge of the vanity before she brought it to the bridge of her nose and squeezed it, rubbing at her eyes.

“But it was, wasn’t it?” His voice a low rasp, the quiet threat of the power imbalance between them. He was the one in charge, she was expected to follow. “You know if it had been someone else they’d have pushed you further than that, I might push the boundaries but never any farther than I know you can handle. And I’ll always be there to put you back together when it’s done, won’t I?” He gripped her hair a little tighter, combing his fingers through the strands. “You trust me to look after you, don’t you? To protect you? I’m the only one who can.” He spoke with utter conviction, entirely bound to his belief in himself. “I’m the only one. Just like you’re the only one I’ve let get close enough t’do the same with me.”

Wetting her lips, she closed her eyes and glanced away from him. “Don’t expect me to apologize for walking away, John, because I’m not going to.” She brushed her hand through her wet hair, hiding the tremor as best she could.

“You know if that had been anyone else…” His mouth scrunched, his nostrils flaring, retreading the hit to his pride still fresh enough to sting.

“You’d have torn them a new arsehole. Yeah,” she said quietly.

He huffed out a laugh. “You’re goddamn right I would have.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t have done us any good,” he said with a nonchalant shrug. “We had a mission to complete. Better t’let you walk away, cool off. I know you, love. Give you enough time to think things over and you always come t’realize that I was right.”

Rory sighed, scratching at her brow as she stabbed her tongue into her cheek. “You know we are still arguing, yeah?” Narrowing her eyes at him, annoyance flared at the fact that even when he knew he was wrong he’d rather continue to be defensive, in denial, punctuating it with a tsk of her tongue as she sucked her teeth. “Now might not be the time to be an arrogant prick.”

“You knew what you were signing up for.”

“God, you are such a fucking arsehole,” she muttered, looking up at the ceiling, her scoff turning into a laugh despite herself.

“A fucking arsehole who’d take a bullet for you, and kill anyone who ever threatened ya,” he said earnestly.

“And that’s supposed to make it all better, eh?”

His brows lifted, expression haughty as the lines wore deeper into his forehead. “Has before.”

With a roll of her eyes, she cupped his jaw, fingertips pressing into his cheeks, the bristles of his facial hair pricking her as she pulled him in for a kiss, slow and deep. “Absolute prick,” she murmured against his mouth with swollen, pillowy lips.

Sliding off the counter, their kiss steadily grew more heated. The passion raging between them in each meeting of hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses. Groaning into each other's mouths as they groped at one another, clawing at their second chance like it was prey, not letting it slip from between their fingers.

Leading her to turn and bend over the counter, serving her up as an offering to himself, John’s eyes flickered over her body, meeting her stare in the reflection of the mirror before coming up behind her. His hand on her hip gripped her tightly while he began to grind up against the round curve of her ass. His weight pressed against her as he leaned over her, he rumbled in her ear, “Make it up to you, promise.”

Wrapping his hand around the thick of his cock, he tugged it before rubbing the head of it against her folds, coating himself in her slick. Lining up with the entrance to her heat once more, thrusting into her slowly, starting with just the tip, he relished in the sensation of sliding into the depths of her welcoming warmth. With a low, guttural groan, his body caged hers in and his rough hands roamed her flesh. His insistent pace stretched her open on the thick of his shaft, holding her down against the countertop of the vanity. She reached out and gripped his arm, hand trailing down, feeling the tendons rise like mountains from the planes of his skin. Fingers interlacing with those on her hip as he continued to rut into her in a relentless pounding, her hips bucking back to meet him. John's knowledge of her body, what she liked, was precise as he stroked that sweet spot inside her that made her moan and beg. “J-john…” She grabbed his thigh with her other hand, nails digging into the rigid muscle, marking him with crescent shapes in his skin. Lifting onto her tiptoes, her legs started to quiver, her calves quaking.

“Wha’s that, darlin’,” he purred against her throat, nipping at the soft flesh. She couldn't help but whine, whimpering as he gifted her with the sweet torture of the ever-growing crescendo of a building climax. The blood pounding in her ears, stomach muscles tightened, the knot in her belly squeezing, coiling. A hoarse cry ripped from her throat as she pressed her cheek to the cool counter of the vanity, desperate for some sort of relief as heat pooled at the apex of her thighs.

“Christ, Ror, you’re so fuckin’ perfect f’me.” His beard brushed against her with each nuzzle, friction burning against her tender neck as his arm coiled around her waist, squeezing her lithe frame against him. His chest glued to her back, sweat on his brow as he pistoned into her, his hips grinding in place as he sunk in deeper, imprisoning her with his body.

“Such a good girl. So sweet f’me. Soft,” he praised. “Always ‘ave been, always will be. My girl. All mine,” he said, punctuating each claim with a thrust. “Made f’me, yeah?”

Head tossing back, Rory rested against the bulk of his broad shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as her whole body trembled under him, wracked and ravaged as she came on his cock. Crying out, she slumped forward, panting heavily.

“Don’t ever fucking hurt me like this again. One and only warning.” Her voice rasped as ragged breaths rose from her throat. “You hear me?”

His jaw flexed against her raging pulse point, the steel twinge of tendon and muscle clenching at his teeth. She was serious, and he knew it. “Loud and clear, love.” “Good.” She gripped his jaw and their mouths met in another bruising kiss. “Because I’ll tear your fucking balls off next time,” Rory muttered, pulling away with a smirk.

“Don’t bloody doubt that for a minute, love,” he growled as his hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers rubbing against her clit in well-practiced movements as he fucked into her slow and deep.

Her moan acted as a reminder that this was for her sake as he tried to make his apology known with the love he gave her. John aimed for success as he did in all things, to give her as much pleasure as he could, to make her come as many times as possible, leaving her shaking and moaning and weak for him, only to scoop her up into his arms and remind her why she picked him in the first place. A reminder of the night he held her, kept her safe, his body pressed to hers – the night he nearly lost her – and his promise to protect her, to never let her be harmed again. Knees shaking, legs barely able to hold her up anymore, she melted under the blanket of hard muscle, silvered scars, and hair slick with their combined exertions that pinned her in place – their bodies merging together.

“I love you, Ror,” he growled in her ear, his breaths heavy, ragged. “I swear to God, I love you.”

It was the closest she’d ever get to a real apology from him and she knew it. The shroud of the stoic man refusing to slip away, instead allowing a thread of vulnerability to be pulled free, tying them in a knot. The unbreakable tether, stronger than steel.

She was going nowhere and he would never make the same mistake again.

The abrasion of his hair against her slick flesh started to ache and burn, yet he showed no signs of stopping, maintaining the same drag of his cock inside her, his fingers working her clit expertly, her body was another weapon he’d mastered. Mewling, she melted into his touch, jostled back and forth until the knot inside her finally snapped. Her walls clenched around him, gripping him tight, never letting go as her cunt clutched him, milking his cock. He groaned, his hand on her hip digging in tighter. “That’s it, sweetheart. You can take all o’me, darlin’,” John cooed, sucking on the skin of her neck, sensitive and beaded with sweat. “Gonna take you to bed, love. I ain’t done with you yet.” Too euphoric to deny him, his arm squeezed around her, peeling her from the counter. Her body pressed tight to his, her feet barely able to keep up as they moved. Rory’s mind was a fog as she heard the bedroom door click shut behind them and she landed with a bounce on the mattress.

It felt like days had passed by the time they both lay on the bed together, entirely spent and sated. Her mind lost in a haze as her body finally settled and she relaxed. Exhaustion spread through her muscles and right down into the marrow, every ache and pain she’d ignored hitting her like a freight train as she curled up against him, her curves of soft flesh a stark contrast to the wall of brute force and muscle she called home.

Watching his breathing slowly settle, all the stress drained from him, evident by the low purr that emanated from him as the sweat glistened on his hairy barrel chest in its steady rise and fall. His hand brushed through her hair gently, pushing the sweat stained tresses away from her eyes and gazing down into them with a proud smirk. “All better now, eh?” he rumbled.

Rory groaned. “Shut it, you’re ruining the moment.”

He chuffed, his mouth curling into a half grin as his free hand gripped at her rump, brushing his thumb over the red marks on her skin where bruises were sure to form, forgetting his own strength. “Too good for me,” he mused quietly.

She shifted in the bed, just enough to get comfortable, not enough to disturb the hold he had on her. She didn’t want to break that connection, it was more important to her than anything else. Her fingers trailed through the dampened dark hair that cascaded from his pecs and down his soft stomach. “Thought you said I was perfect for you?”

His stomach fluttered under her touch, sucking in with a sharp breath, pulling taut before his belly released. “You are. Too bloody perfect. Can’t imagine not having you beside me.” Gripping the back of her head a little tighter, his fingernails gently grazed against her scalp as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

A low growl from the back of his throat vibrated through her as he kept his lips on her crown and breathed in her scent. Their skin and the sheets of their bed perfumed with their passion, sweat and sex, and the sweet scent of her shower products. His half hard cock glistened with the mixture of their fluids, twitching as he pulled her closer to his body, enveloping her in his warmth. The protective cocoon he had always sought out to be with her, keeping her safe from danger and all the threats he knew she was more than capable of handling, earning her trust so that she would learn to rely on him.

Huffing out a laugh she nuzzled up against him, stroking her fingertips against his flesh, grazing over scars that had built up over more than half his life. “Can’t imagine being anywhere else – even if you’re being an insufferable prick,” she murmured. “I am your girl after all.”

His girl. It had been something she had refused to be seen as for some time, something she still had to keep hidden. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was to convince the world he didn't exist. And that was the state of limbo she lived in with John. Together, but not on paper. A secret, a lie – her work and personal life blending together in a way that most wouldn’t be able to stomach. It took a special type of person to do the things her and John did, to not let the guilt stop them or the remorse to impede their actions – it really was no surprise that somehow they would find one another, that they would end up like this. Perhaps she was more like him than she thought and he simply courted it out of her. How else would she still be able to do everything she was capable of after all this time?

His girl had taken on a whole new meaning.

“My girl,” he crooned, “Someday the whole world’s gonna know that.”

She shook her head and laughed. “Don’t get my hopes up, we both know that’s not happening anytime soon. Perhaps once we both give up the military life, but quite frankly I don’t see either of us ever being willing to do that. What would we be without the chaos?”

“I’ll find a way to keep us together till then, love.” He chuckled to himself, squeezing her in his arms, lowering his voice to whisper in her ear, “I’m persistent, remember?”

“How could I forget?” Tilting her head to look up at him, he gazed down at her. “Meant everything I said, darlin’. Never meant to piss you off or push you away.” His piercing powder blues softened, the steely glint within them receding – the op was over, there were no more regulations or expectations, he could put the Captain persona away for a time. “You and me. Forever, yeah?” Rory’s brows flinched and knit together before nodding without another word spoken. Too tired to argue, worn out and ready to move on. She forgave him. But she wouldn’t forget. This was the dark side of John, the one she always had to be ready for. A man who knew enough of her secrets to break her, and she could only hope that his love for her willed out over his worse nature, the nature that demanded success and control. “That’s my girl,” he purred, nuzzling against her, his large hand roaming down her body, squeezing her hip and the curves of her, appreciating the soft skin below his touch. “We’ll move on from this, be stronger for it. You’ll see.” God, she hoped so.

#cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod smut #call of duty #cod modern warfare #john price #captain john price #john price x oc #oc: rory sinclair #skelly writes #fic: evening of score #chapter 14

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Indie Xenofiction; Data Lion

"Data Lion is a short visual novel about a lion who gets a camera collar put on him by a group of scientists wanting to document his journey. It has choices, 2 love interests, and many alternate endings including bad ends (game overs)!

The idea was inspired by masterpieces like The Lion King and the manga/anime Kimba The White Lion."

Found this game while searching around on Itchio, the game is completely free to download and can be completed within just a few hours. It is described by the author as being unfinished in its current state, but I think it can be played through completely with a feeling of some satisfaction. Here is the link for those interested

More in depth review under the cut featuring spoilers. If you're looking to play I do recommend going in blind, it's fairly simple and the fun is really found in unlocking the CGs, which isn't too hard to do.

This is a short game that reminds me a lot of media I grew up with on dA back in the day, so it was very entertaining. I can definitely tell this takes a lot more inspiration from Kimba than it does TLK with a lot of its story concepts and overall character design. The game itself runs on a seven day cycle so it's fairly short.

I enjoyed the main character's design, he's an intersex, mostly maneless lion that you can name, though the default name that pops up is 'Lion McLionface' (your character was supposedly named via an Internet poll made by the scientists attaching your radio collar)

You're also able to choose your stats, as this game does have (extremely basic and limited) combat. For my playthrough I named the lion 'Lasaga' to be a bit silly and I dumped all my stats into strength.

I'm not really sure what the stats of Skill and Speed do for you. I completed the game by getting all the CGs and didn't encounter anything that was explicitly skill or speed required, perhaps it has a factor in combat that I'm unaware of.

You make a series of choices, some meaningful some not as most of them lead to the same exact events playing out. You can acquire the only pickable item, a thorn you can use in combat, in the game earlier on based on where you choose to make your home if you pick the Acacia Tree.

At some point a Safari Car will come by and observe you, if you make the right dialogue choices you can get some exposition on the setting you're in.

The animals in this particular section of Africa are apparently Bio-Engineered to have heightened, near human intelligence. The author of the game, Caveboy Tup has elaborated in a comment on the game's itchio page which I'll leave below;

This is definitely something that shows a lot of Kimba inspiration though it goes in a different direction that has some interesting implications. I would have been interested to see this explored in a more elaborate narrative.

The two love interests in this game are Jetsway and Rrred;

Their routes are very straight forward, I'd say you would have to really go out of your way to not pursue either of them, which makes it easy to pick and choose which one you 'romance', as it's also pretty bare bones in that regard too.

The one most advertised is definitely Rrred the lion who is featured more prominently on the game's page. He's not got a whole lot of depth, you have the choice to fight him or join up with him in a coalition immediately upon meeting him.

I do like the game's expression work, I find the animals emote in ways that are fun to look at and easy to read.

If you defeat him he will simply retreat and will show up again later to give some brief exposition on Jetsway's character.

Joining up with him starts his short route, which mostly consists of him scaring off crocodiles at the watering hole for you, which you are able to avoid without him regardless (The only time my character got a bad end was when I chose the wrong evasion option at this point in the story) The other portion is an encounter with a clan of hyenas that was pretty comedic, this got a good laugh out of me. It was the only time the game was particularly vulgar.

You escape the hyenas, as you are outnumbered no matter how high your strength stat is. The rest of the route is pretty uneventful, you travel together and it's implied there's some romantic interest between the two of you.

I will admit I found Rrred to be the less interesting of the two routes but I can see what appeal they were going for here.

The other route is Jetsway's which I found to have slightly more meat on its bones.

You meet Jetsway first in fact while looking for food but he only says that the radio collar you have on means you aren't one of his 'targets' before sprinting away.

Encountering him later finds him injured in the middle of the night after a fight.

There's more lore exposition with Jetsway regarding the largely left out bio-engineering aspect. He's some creature part of Glo's work that was created by them, it's specified he has some sort of Tech in his eye that isn't explained very much.

Poking around the dialogue options with him will give you the option of fighting him once he reveals he got these injuries fighting and killing lions, which explains why he specified you weren't a target earlier.

Upon defeating him, you can kill him here which I found interesting. But you can also choose to stay the night and nurse his wounds until he recovers.

You are given the option to walk him back home, and doing so will trigger an interaction between you two and Rrred, who calls Jetsway a murderer. Pushing Jetsway for more answers will only get you this in response.

There is no further elaboration on this plot point after this. I assume given the larger narrative that was mentioned by the creator that he's killing lions that are either human aggressive or resistant/unsuccessful in the Bio Engineering stuff. But that's only an educated guess.

Walking him home will after lead you to Utke town, where he says the humans will give him more medical treatment but that your character cannot stay.

You're able to stay the night, where you'll find Jetsway gone in the morning, but you are spotted by a Glo operative prior to this who takes this photo of you and Jetsway to 'share on the internet'.

After these two CG's, the final day is always the same. Your radio collar falls off on the seventh day and the scientists come to retrieve it. You have two options after this, to hide in wait to observe the humans at first, which will lead to you being tranquilized again while they retrieve your collar.

You can also attack the scientists, which will result in you ripping off the arm of one of them, the one named Saito.

They escape you after this, and leads to the final CG where Saito has been given a replacement prosthetic arm.

This concludes the game as currently published. I found it very charming to play and a nice way to spend part of an afternoon. It was definitely worth sharing since I haven't seen anyone discuss playing it or knowing it exists.

#data lion #visual novel #lions #xenofiction #video games #gray plays #gray plays data lion

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In the Elevator

(The following is an actual life event, the photo a facsimile to illustrate)

I think it was in the early 80s (showing my age) when I was applying for a job in New York City. I entered one of those huge office buildings and figured out which bank of elevators I needed. People around me were all bustling by importantly and I tried not to feel intimidated. My resume was a motley mix of various kinds of jobs and the one I was vying for was new to me. But I put on the best confident demeanor I could and entered the elevator car going to the floor I was told held my interview.

People joined me on the elevator and then left at their own floors, while others came on. My floor was close to the top of this particular elevator bank so I was not surprised when the occupants of the cramped space clear out and left me alone. At the next floor, the doors opened and a big meaty hand came in from one side to hold the door open for other people to enter the car. The the body attached to this meaty hand slowly, ponderously came into view.

The first part was a large belly that seemed to float effortlessly in the air. I was stunned and surprised as one of the largest men I had ever seen followed. I was equally stunned when he entered the elevator and approached me directly. Turning around (as if in slow motion for me anyway) he then stood with his back just inches from me standing in a corner.

I could see little other activity in the elevator car due to his great height and broad shoulders. At 6ft tall myself, and, at that time, I was over 200lbs, it was rare for me to find anyone so large in comparison. This dude must have been at least 6ft10in! Hearing the other occupants leaving the elevator at various floors, suddenly the elevators was silent as it advanced upward.

To my surprise, this giant man slowly turned around to face me, or to face the space above my head! He never caught my eye but instead slowly pressed his the great bulk of his stomach into me in the corner, basically pinning me in place! This had never happened to me before!! I raised my gaze from his necktie knot up to his chin, but he was still looking at the elevator corner above my head. He then started mumbling something quietly - I stayed silent trying to understand what he might be saying (even though my body was surging with a complex mix of emotions ranging from fear to arousal).

Suddenly, and quite quickly, he turned back around to face the elevator door. As the door opened, he casually walked out of the car and turned left. A young woman stepped on the car after him, distracted by the large group of files she was holding. When she settled and looked up to see my red face, she addressed me "Oh, don't worry, that was Simon. He's harmless. You should be flattered because he only does that to cute guys!". Smiling and winking as she the left the elevator on the next floor, leaving me alone in the car as it finally made its way to my floor.

Needless to say, I had to collect myself in the men’s room and was a few minutes late to my interview. And, no, I did not get the job (unfortunately).

#aaron-mystory #in the elevator

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What's the most unexplained thing that has ever happened to you?

Weeeeellll actually I have a few!

I apparently have a doppelganger? It tends to pop up whenever I'm very stressed or emotionally strung out. My friend @bananazim said they saw me staring at them at the foot of their bed a few times when I was very much not there. Around that same time, I would wake up in fits like something was trying to choke me. I had vivid feelings of a creature staring at me from the corner as I couldn't breathe or it crawling over me and cutting off my airway. For context, I am extremely cognizant whenever I just wake up. I know my surrounding in an instant, so the fact I felt like something was there is hard to write off as lucid dreaming.

Eventually, the whole thing just suddenly stopped. I think it was a demon, I dunno. -shrug- It was annoying.

Second unexplained thing, I tend to have this ability to know when things are going to happen. Like, knowing when people will call me, knowing if we're gonna be getting into a car accident, knowing when people will be dying, etc. Its a strange sense of just...knowing? Like there's no emotional attachment to it, like fear or anything. Its like reading ahead in a book. One time I got in a car and my brain told me "You're going to be getting into an accident." I just accepted it like, "Oh, okay." 30 seconds later a tree fell on our car as we were driving down a highway and crushed the roof of the car onto my head. A few months before my mom was diagnosed with the cancer that took her life, I had this ITCHING feeling I absolutely had to talk to my mom more because there wasn't much time left to do so. She had zero signs of illness at the time. Those are just two examples, really. I have countless examples of stuff like that happening, things I just can't explain. It always a VERY particular feeling I get too, not like paranoia or anything. Its emotionless and matter of fact.

Also I'll have dreams about people I haven't talked to in years and then the next day they contact me out of the blue.

And one more thing which might be the reasoning for my weird ESP or whatever. My mom's friend, who is a psychic, saved my life. So, my mom was about to give birth to me, but was at my aunt's house for a party, not knowing she was going in labor. The psychic friend, who wasn't there mind you, got the feeling that something was horribly wrong with my mom and NEEDED to find her. So, she did and then begged my mom to go to the hospital. After convincing my reluctant mom to go, she had to convince the nurses to check on my mom's pregnancy and lo and behold, I was already coming out. So, everyone scrambled and it turned out I was dead. Not breathing, completely purple. They had to resuscitate me. Had my mom's friend not gotten that feeling she NEEDED to talk to my mom, I would've been born at my aunt's and never gotten the lifesaving care I needed.

I like to say I was never born, but resurrected.

Needless to say, I've had an interesting life.

#ask the poop

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part six of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 <;- part 2 <- part 3 <- part 4 <- part 5 <- BACK TO THE SOUP WITH YEE

la seine - vanessa paradis no fucking clue what theyre saying but lockwood does idk he just knows french i feel it in my bones. he taught lucy the girls part and they sing it together. he didnt tell her wtf it meant hto and i think thats funny.

merry go round of life - nuvo orchestra THEY DANCE TO IT IN THE KITCHEN LATE AT NIGHT WHEN GEORGE IS ASLEEP SO THEY DONT WAKE HIM WAILS SOBS CRIES. father - the front bottoms do i remember lockwoods canon relationship with his late father? no!! have i decided he has daddy issues?? yes!! (other than his dad being. dead. yk) young girl a - siinamota go look up the english lyrics. have fun. :) a match into water - pierce the veil we've seen how protective lockwood is of lucy, now what if someone almost killed her? think about that for a little bit smile. faster car - loving caliber this is about to give some people fucking WHIPLASH. im not even gonna explain this one cuz i wanna see how many people get it. its only sex - car seat headrest this song is just me projecting onto lockwood so im not. gonna vent here LMAOO laugh till i cry - the front bottoms more lockwood being reckless after lucy left? methinks yes. meteor shower - cavetown (i dont support or even like cavetown all that much i just have an emotional attachment to this song dont kill me please) RHHHGHGHGHFH THIS SONG IS SO CUTE ITS SO THEM ITS SO DOMESTIC AND SILLY JUST IMAGINE IF THE PROBLEM DIDNT EXIST AND THEY COULD GO OUT INTO A FIELD AT NIGHT (if they lived somewhere were feilds existed obv) AND LOOK AT THE STAIRS IM ACTIVELY SOBBING. ribs - lorde this song puts me into an immense state of grief everytime i hear it because it has one of those "nostalgia for something that never existed vibes" and i cherish it so dearly for that and it just gives them vibes. it fits their trio so well (i love holly but she doesnt exist yet here). alien blues - vundabar this is self explanatory i think. come a little closer - cage the elephant this one is similar to ribs for me. where is my mind - the pixies soft nighttime vibes reading together before snuggling up and going to bed <33. its ok i wouldnt remember me either - crywank lockwood thinking about death and how much he has to work with death just knowing jess is right there :( its one of those days when he just cant. get out of bed. luce and george always help him through those days, but its still hard.

memento mori - crywank same thing slightly different font. creature - half.alive uhh fuck you [throws religious trauma at lockwood] my alcoholic friends - the dresden dolls angry lockwood, but not anyone in particular, just angry at the system and the way it treats kids. because its a fucking nightmare and i hate the government. two birds - regina spektor owie owie owie norrie and lucy but the one who stayed didnt have a choice :(. i love you so - the walters rrhhfhhfhfhfhd angst angst angst theyre both feeling like their to much so they both start distancing when literally all they want is to be in the others arms but they cant because theyre afraid. goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski i love this song sm its so lucy idek why its just. her. cigarettes & feelings - the haunt absolutely locklyle skirting around talking about their feelings for WAYYY to long. perfume - lovejoy ouch lockwood constantly smelling lucys perfume wherever he goes after she leaves, he sees her shadow everywhere, thinks he sees her out of the corner of his eyes, but shes not there. its all futile! its all pointless! - lovejoy lockwood and his suicidal-ness just thinking for to long about how long he has to live and how hard it will all be. ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees lockwood ranting to lucy late at night with her hands in his hair just listening to him talk about random shit but theyre together so its ok. snakes - mccafferty i have a slight mccafferty problem can you tell? i dont even know it feels like another just 'them talking' song. the house with no doorbell - mccafferty this entire song is so lockwood coded i will die on this hill. drop from our windows - mccafferty same as the last one. fentanyl - mccafferty i dont actually really know for this one i just think its lockwood vibes. water fountain - alec benjamin what lockwood thinks is gonna happen if lucy hangs out with kipps LMAOO. this is sorta a joke but hes genuinely scared that kipps is going to steal her from him. nights like these - pigeon pit another lucy-and-lockwood-are-both-having-breakdowns-and-panic-attacks-but-seperately-wishing-they-could-be-together type beat. little lion man - mumford & sons lockwood thinking about jess -> could also be lockwood thinking about how he drove lucy away after she left. trees II - mccafferty jesus i have a mccafferty problem. 'i need you more than you need me' NO YOU BOTH NEED EACHOTHER AND YOU DONT RELAIZE IT BECAUSE YOURE TOO BUSY BEING SCARED OF OPENING UP TO THE OTHER ONE DAMMIT. twin size mattress - the front bottoms yk i had to. lockwood is an angsty lad we know he aboslutely loves tfb. aesthetic? (more like ass-pathetic) - panuccis pizza lockwood you sad sad little man. internet ruined me - wilbur soot OK I KNOW. WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. but the actual sound of it gives lockwood vibes. not the lyrics but the sound. first love/late spring - mitski this is such a lucy song come ON its so her the whole 'i was so young when i behaved 25'??? literally her. helium - glass animals its just. its so them. also kinda feels like george watching their relationship unfold and being jealus vibes WHICH IS WHY I PROPOSE QPR- [gunshots] https://open.spotify.com/track/2BlDX1yfT0ea5wo0vjCKKa?si=32f77e7933024562 <- link because i dont know japanese!! this!! song!! if you where on anime tiktok at anypoint in time you know it and you know why its here.

1983 - neon trees dancing in the kitchen vibes. little talks - of monsters and men this song makes me so distraught but its another situation with talking to the moon (bruno mars) where its lockwood talking to himself in his room, pretending hes talking to lucy. and the series goes on!! we're more than halfway through tho :D part 7 here we go!!

#lockwood and co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim

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What are some of your favorite books and why? And what is the favorite piece you've ever written?

I'm gonna focus on two books in particular - the first is Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. It's the first book I remember reading and never wanting to put down. I have such a huge and enduring fondness for it and I will make sure it's one of the first books my child ever reads.

The second is One Day by David Nicholls. It's a brilliantly funny and emotional read, and it pushed me to write my first novel, so I'm forever grateful for its existence 💖

And I really don't know if I can pick a favorite, but I do have a few quotes I'm quite attached to: - Early signs of a snowstorm drifted through Middlesex County, a crystalline glaze forming over Walden Pond. Cars were jammed together along winding roads, some with trees tied to their roofs, dripping with freshly-melted hailstones.

It was the first Saturday in December. As the snow fell, a heavy stillness filled the air.

- The engine of Frank’s 1974 sedan sputtered to life. Frank’s mother Evelyn called it a rickety rust-bucket, but it was his pride and joy – second only to his sweet, silly niece, who was currently sulking in the back seat.

That was the thing about Frank Adler. He didn’t fix broken things, he just knew when something was worth saving. - Sherbet streaks began to blend into the soft grey of early evening, ethereal and bright. The dull awareness of how fleeting these moments could be spread through her chest, and suddenly, she ached. For this. For him. For something that wasn’t quite love. Just the simple pleasure of co-existing.

Thank you 💖 x

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Helicopter Crash a Loss in Humankind’s Winning Dream to Fly

The goodbyes we don’t know will serve as the final ones end up being the saddest. A destroyed helicopter will move people no more, but we can still feel moved about its noble purpose. I offer my deepest condolences to those who admired the contraption that crashed in Iran near Azerbaijan Sunday. Instead of focusing on the lamentable end, I prefer to think of happier moments while it served its intended function.

We will always remember the chopper’s standard array of features. It prominently had rotors, which enabled lift. There was a space known as the cockpit for pilots where they operated the very conveyance in which they rode. It also included temporary accommodations for more passive occupants known as passengers. Everything had a purpose and worked together by design.

The whirlybird may have been unnamed. Any appellation it did have has remain unreported in the media. It may be too late to suggest one after its demise, but call it whatever brings comfort.

The flying taxi covered untold miles during tis service. During its final voyage, it was heading on a path that may have been impossible to traverse using a vehicle bound to land. Covering ground without touching it results from understanding scientific phenomenon well enough to use it for our benefit.

Its life was long in product terms. The helicopter was reportedly manufactured in 1979. That would make it either 44 or 45 at the time of its passing. The birthdate remains unshared. Its owner may have been aware of how old it was if it had a completion date. Such paperwork may have been issued around the time of acquisition.

Items do not have relatives. But people may become attached to things. I hope anyone who built it or simply admired it from afar and feels sad is coping through destruction.

Flying only appears to be magic. Humans apply discovered facts about science in order to take to the skies. Curiosity meets ingenuity to turn a dream into an achievement.

We are incapable of flying, yet we fly. Building machines that are able to defy our physical limitations shows how we are more than our physical shells. Gazing at the sky and wondering if we could travel amongst the clouds is just the start. Brave thinkers with an understanding of what we can’t do figure out away around seemingly unbreakable rules.

The lost helicopter personified innovation. Beings born on Earth are not bound to it. The clouds can be our companions.

There will be other helicopters similar to the one that crashed. They will perhaps be of the same model. If it appeared in a row with others of the same make, people would have been unable to distinguish the one that crashed. But there will never be another that is exactly the same as the one our world lost.

I wish it had a good helicopter life. Those with sentience often project their own feelings on inanimate objects that are incapable of experiencing the same emotions. They cannot care back. But they can embody what we care about.

I am sad about a helicopter I didn’t even know. It’s not even that one can befriend machinery. But tell classic car owners that it’s impossible to feel a connection to a heap.

The disaster scene doesn’t just host wreckage that once served a useful goal: going where desired symbolized what humans aim to accomplish. The ability to overcome gravity and lack of wings creates hope beyond capacity.

We will not stop flying. Despite accidents, humanity will continue to persevere. As much as it aches losing that particular helicopter, it is our choice to continue to use technology to improve society.

Heading forward is literal. People will use similar craft to hover above ground. They will also travel to different locations. But there will never be a vehicle that will be the same as the one lost.

I never got to travel in it. Wisenheimers might claim that was for the best considering how its last flight went. Yet it still rose above our world many times before its fateful final journey. Riding would have brought joy while existing to fulfill the utilitarian role of permitting occupants to head somewhere else.

A quick way to overcome traffic signifies convenience on top of bringing fun. The helicopter allowed those within it to gaze upon the ground from above. Our world is a lesser place without this helicopter.

I miss an object that wasn’t mine and I never knew of until it was gone. The thought of it being used by our species to contribute to its actualized fantasy of moving through the sky. It represented aspiration made into actuality.

Rest in peace, helicopter.

The poor helicopter.

The helicopter contained Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi.

#helicopter #air safety #chopper #Iran #Ebrahim Raisi

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#auto transport in Massachusetts

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Advantages of AI: Transformative Benefits in Various Sectors - Arya College

What Is Artificial Intelligence?

Artificial Intelligence is a branch of computer science dedicated to creating computers and programs that can replicate human thinking and Some AI programs can learn from their past by analyzing complex sets of data and improve their performance and AI has boomed in recent years, it’s become commonplace in both business and everyday life People use AI every day to make their lives easier – interacting with AI-powered virtual assistants or programs, and Companies use AI to streamline their production processes, project gains, and losses, and predict when maintenance will have to occur.

Why Do We Use Artificial Intelligence?

Artificial Intelligence is a technology that helps create smart and intelligent machines that are capable of performing tasks without human intervention and AI-based machines are programmed to learn and explore their surroundings with the help of data analysis In the real world also we can see various applications of AI that allow us to perform our day-to-day tasks easily. Many useful applications of AI have changed our lives such as Google Maps, self-driving cars, automated marketing, e-commerce recommendation systems, automated fraud detection, and many more Apart from these various useful applications of AI, there are also several advantages and disadvantages of Artificial Intelligence

Pros Of Artificial Intelligence

1. Error-free Processing The execution of tasks by humans is more prone to make errors and We often make mistakes while doing a specific task This might be due to the variation of the intellectual ability of an individual and if we compare AI-based machines to humans for executing a particular task.

2. Helps in Repetitive Jobs Unlike humans, machines do not require breaks to recover from tiredness and boost productivity There are many day-to-day tasks accomplished by a human, which are repetitive and On the other hand, AI-based machines help perform repetitive tasks for a long time without any slowdown and Artificial Intelligence helps operate the machines for an indefinite time, without lacking productivity.

3. 24/7 Availability An average worker can only invest in service for 7 to 8 hours per day and Humans need time to refresh themselves, and they need to maintain a work-life balance They cannot work 24 hours a day. Artificial Intelligence helps provide 24/7 services to an organization, So In another scenario, AI-based chatbots used by customer service applications can handle multiple queries at a time, round-the-clock.

4. Right Decision Making One of the advantages of Artificial Intelligence is its ability to make the right decision There are no emotions attached to the AI-based machines that help prevent hampering efficiency The machines that are built using Artificial Intelligence are capable of making logical decisions as well. A human would examine a situation by considering many factors and These factors may influence the decision emotionally or practically also the machines give accurate results as they are programmed to make logical decisions and AI-powered machines use cognitive computing that helps them make practical decisions in real-time.

5. Digital Assistance Another advantage of AI is digital assistance. AI-powered applications also provide digital assistance and most organizations make use of digital assistants to perform automated tasks This helps save human resources. Digital assistants also help us in our day-to-day activities and There are many practical applications of AI-based digital assistants such as Google Maps, Grammarly, Alexa, and many more Google Maps helps us travel from one place to another, while Alexa executes voice searches to give us results and Another interesting digital assistant is Grammarly which helps in correcting grammar and on the pros and cons of AI, we will discuss the cons of AI.

6. Faster Decision-Making One of the reasons AI is known to make unbiased decisions is because it has no emotions and AI, along with other technologies, can make decisions faster than human beings and carry out actions rapidly also to make decisions and we need to analyze a lot of factors that may take time, but AI can review all the relevant aspects much faster than a human.

7. Implementing AI in Risky Situations AI has reached where humans cannot and The areas of research and experiment involve situations that are prone to risks Human involvement in risky situations can be minimized by the utilization of AI in those situations.

8. New Inventions It is a no-brainer that AI is powering several inventions across the globe that will help humans solve complex problems, here are some examples, doctors, recently, leveraged the prowess of AI.

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Services rendered by Packers and Movers Delhi

Packers and Movers Delhi is not just about hiring main packing and moving services; they provide you much more than what you actually desire or wish to have for your move and also try their best to leave as wow impression as it could be. If in case you have thinking that a moving company only deals in core packing and moving services, where goods are packed using top quality packaging material using high quality and modernized tools and equipments and then transported safely at your new and desired destination place and quote high price for these services, then you are totally wrong. Professionals along with excellent packing and moving services, provides various other services as well to their clients so that their client do not have to wander away for anything they require for their move.

All they want is to be a one stop solution for their clients. They own various high quality services which includes exim cargo, domestic moving, international moving, home storage, car carriers, transportation, warehousing and etc. All these services have been provided by them to you at one place only and you do not have to wander for anything in all aspects of your move. Below mentioned points will let you understand the clear picture of moving company as well as what all they provide to their customers in brief.

Services provided by packers and movers include:

World-class and renowned packing and moving services: Professional moving companies does not get engage into ruthless packing and moving services, but provides higher importance and value to each and every consignment they have to move. Such professional moving companies also organize training and development plans, where their team members become knowledgeable about how to handle each and every type of relocation. Not only this, during these sessions, they come to know about customers’ emotions attached with their goods and how much reluctant customer gets while hiring a moving company for relocating their valuable and precious possessions. Thus to make customer relief in context of this reluctance factor, professional moving companies offers qualitative and reliable packing and moving services.

All Types of Relocation has been taken care of: Irrespective of which type of relocation you are planning or whether you are planning about household, industrial, or corporate move or even if you want to shift any government embassy, your plants, professionals are competent in executing all types of move for you and that too with perfection and at reasonable rates.

Warehousing and home storage facilities: In addition to providing packing and moving services, company also own warehouses or home storage facility for storing your valuable items safely. They provide home storage facility at very nominal or reasonable prices. Your possessions are housed in this safe and sound area for meantime and will be delivered intact and on time wherever and whenever you ask for. You can also retain keys of your particular cube and come and check them whenever you want.

Vehicle Transportation Services: If you have your car, bike, scooty or any other vehicle and worried about its relocation, then they provide vehicle relocation service also along with core relocation services to their clients, so that their clients do not need to go for searching the vehicle transportation service. The moving companies possess specially designed car carriers and fleet vehicles to load and move your vehicles safely and intact without a single scratch.

Local, Domestic and International Relocation Services: Whether you are planning to move any local, domestic or international location, don’t think to put off your relocation plan, even if your destination is too far or near to your current destination as the distance of your destination could not stop you to move in there. Packers and Movers in Delhi owns well-established network and have branches across globe as well as complete knowledge about how to relocate you trouble free and smoothly at any place you name.

Packers and movers provide a range of services related to relocation, moving, and transportation of goods. These services are designed to make the process of shifting residences or offices more convenient and hassle-free. Here are some common services rendered by packers and movers:

Packing: Packers and movers are responsible for safely and securely packing all your belongings, including furniture, appliances, electronics, fragile items, and personal belongings. They use appropriate packing materials and techniques to ensure the protection of your goods during transit.

Loading: Once everything is packed, the packers and movers will load the items onto the moving truck or container. They have the necessary equipment and manpower to handle heavy and bulky items with care.

Transportation: Packers and movers arrange for the transportation of your goods from your current location to the destination. They have a fleet of trucks or vehicles suitable for different types and quantities of goods. They plan the most efficient and safe route for transportation.

Unloading: Upon reaching the destination, the packers and movers will unload all the items from the truck and carefully place them in the designated areas of your new home or office. They will unpack the goods as per your instructions.

Unpacking: If you prefer, packers and movers can also assist with unpacking the boxes and arranging the items in your new space. They will help you set up furniture, appliances, and other belongings according to your requirements.

Insurance: Many packers and movers offer insurance coverage for your goods during transit. This provides financial protection in case of any damage or loss that may occur during the moving process.

Storage: If you need temporary storage for your belongings, packers and movers can arrange for secure warehouse facilities. This is useful when there is a time gap between moving out of your current location and moving into the new one.

International Moving: Some packers and movers specialize in international relocations. They can handle all the logistics involved in moving your goods across borders, including customs clearance and documentation.

Pet and Vehicle Relocation: If you have pets or vehicles that need to be transported, they can make the necessary arrangements. They work with specialized transport services to ensure the safe and comfortable relocation of your pets and vehicles.

It's important to note that the specific services provided by packers and movers may vary from company to company. It's recommended to discuss your requirements and expectations with the service provider to ensure they offer the services you need.

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When I am indecisive about how to start my entries. They begin random mostly just rambles to get my self into the grove of writing. When im done I end up with some interesting stuff. Most of the time I wing it with no particular thing in mind. With this entrie I am raw-dogging this right now. So ill see how it turns out. With that being said, I need to write to be mentally strong and sound . Too purge myself of my minds waste that lingers if I leave it too long, whether it's on a piece of scrap paper or from a recycle bin. I find myself sometimes writing only a single sentence or two. When my pen hits the paper and the ink rolls onto my canvas thats when my hands and mind work together in sync to create sentences that make sense and when reading it , it should sound smooth and proper. The initial rough draft is sometimes rocky, but that is okay because as long as I can transfer my thoughts into a letter, then into a word and then it

becomes my own story that I can create. I can make it make sense to myself

I miss typing I miss the keyboard I forgot I . More so I forget how writing is probabl the only thing im good at but hey, im not complaining. Ill take what I can get and will gladly claim writing as a talent. I can type up one hella good e-mail when I have to. So with that being said I should state that the gold I make, it's not for anyone but myself, my eyes only. Oh I do let my love Aaron read whatever he wants. So I have no limits and I have a carefree way of doing what sometimes makes me feel vulnerable. With what I put out there in my own words and writings. I can be honest and raw, that is the healing drive that gives me natural dopemine in which I am depleted. That is a whole other 'story' waiting to be created. Writing allows me the ability to take my mask off, and unwind. In my opinion writing is the best and healthiest way to release emotional baggage. While turning down the noise in the brain so there is no static to be heard. The brain needs a clear clean cut road to drive down, to get to that state of being 'ok'. With stress, anxiety, depresssion and heartache the journey gets slowed down substantially. All the while cars are bumping into cars, horns honking and the chances of that weight being lifted, disappears. So that is kind of what writing does for me. It is able to get rid of crap on the road so my mind and my thinking is clean. is something about words and when i write them the pain attached to them goes with them. so my mind alert, eyes on the road and eyes on the destination. To be the Number One All Time Best writer of Local surrounding areas of Booner Ave

I should state that the gold I make, I write for myself. So I have no limits and I have a carefree way of doing what sometimes makes me feel vulnerable. With knowing I can put myself out there in words and writings knowing I can be as raw and honest and weak as possible, it gives me that push. Giving me the ability to take my mask off sometimes and unwind. In my opinion writing is the best and healthiest way to heal the mind, turn down the noise in the brain so there is no static getting in the way. The brain needs a clear clean cut road to drive down. With stress, static, noise and blockage's, The journey get slowed down with cars bumping cars, horns honking and therefor your destination doesnt get reached. So that is kind of what writing does for me. It is able to get rid of crap on the road so my mind and my thinking is clean.

When I can express myself. I am able to take my thoughts to places that i made it my entire lifes mission to avoid. Places that are dark, places that I will by all means necessary BURY. My whole life I was sure of one thing "stay away from the dark place" its how I survive, my crutch thru life! In every aspect. In everything I have done since I can remember. Well, that was me prior to the "incident" or "episode" lmao. Anywhooo I dipped my toes into the darkness, I chose to go forth with it althought I really didn't have a choice because this is LYFE. You can't hide what was meant to be revealed. Light over powers darkness, darkness doesn't cover up light. Light shines and what does darkness do. Darkness is no longer dark, It becomes light.

Im my own hype man when it comes writing,. My writing is unpredictable when I TRY to write, its garbage. Though ill eventually gravitate to a book or a computer but, in times of need, when I feel certain I MUST be making words into something I will use my phone in notepad.

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