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Summertime important portable fan
With the rapid development of technology, air conditioning fans and other products continue to update, to produce a rejuvenating area for people in the hot summertime. Nevertheless, although these items have an excellent cooling impact, however can only be utilized in your home, workplace and other public locations, in some cases it's very inconvenient. On the contrary, the Summertime essential has numerous advantages, compact size, easy to carry, low sound, do not disrupt others, can be utilized anywhere, anytime. Today, we will speak with you specifically about the advantages of small fan.
The very first is energy saving, desktop small fan power is usually little, the wind blowing comfy, which is carefully related to the internal structure of little fans. At the same time, this small power fan energy consumption is low, compared with the use of a/c, energy saving a lot. In the everyday work and study, with a small fan around can make people feel more cool, is a very traditional energy-saving and eco-friendly items, an essential tool to minimize the summer heat.
Secondly, health, I believe we all know that the regular use of air conditioning is really bad for the health, in the process of using cooling, the environment is restricted air does not circulate, individuals are simple to woozy and unpleasant. These issues can be prevented by utilizing hanging neck small fan, which can keep the air flowing, breathe fresh air in time and let the body unwind effectively, so it is a very healthy method to cool down and relieve the heat. On the other hand, the small fan has seven fan blades work very close to the natural wind, permitting individuals to blow more healthily.
Finally, it is easy to carry, and it can blow anywhere you go, which is a real reflection of the portability of the portable fan . In the scorching summertime, we require such a little portable fan, which can be utilized anytime and anywhere to cool down the heat. Portable fans have a range of equipments with various wind speeds, you can change the wind speed according to require. When utilizing high wind power, there is no sound, the whole procedure is silent. Small fan looks very small, however the work capability is extremely strong, built-in high-capacity battery, long-lasting work time, the use of worry-free. Portable usage, placed on the desktop use can be satisfied, multi-angle satisfaction.
Today, the portable electrical fan I present to you has these main features, and I hope you can have more understanding of the small fan after reading this article. In fact, it is very beneficial to have such a small fan on a hot summertime day, and the development of innovation can make the lifestyle much better. If you like handheld electrical fans, you can also shop them and delight in the advantages of innovation. If there is anything else you do not understand, feel free to leave a comment below. That's all I have to share, keep in mind to take notice of friends who like it.
#small fan#small wind fan#mini small fan#usb small fan#small fan in hand#portable small fan#desktop small fan#hanging neck small fan
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My new under-desk light is great and all and I love that it has a memory function so I don’t have to set the light mode every single time (I just want it to be white, I do not care about the hundreds of light effects it claims to have on the box)
But
The remote uses the exact same frequency as my pc fans, which don’t have a memory function, so I have to remember to turn off the desk light every time I turn my pc on while I set my fans to be trans flag coded (light blue and pink)
#I bought a small LED light bar to stick under my desk just so I could see my usb ports#also I knew my pc fans where already trans flag coded but it only occurred to me while I was typing this#that I’ve finally added the missing white
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The Rechargeable Mini Fan Comes With 3.7V High-Quality lithium-ion Rechargeable Battery
Working Time of 3-6 hours depending on speed setting with the average charging time of 4 hours.
RECHARGEABLE BATTERY OPERATED FAN, THE USB POWERED FAN COMES WITH A RECHARGEABLE 1200 MAH LI-ION BATTERY
Dual-mode power supply
Built-in lithium battery can be used via USB interface, power supply.
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boothill body headcanons
originally the intention was to put this in my general headcanons list once i released those... however, i realized that they'd take up a good 3/4ths of the list, so i'm making a separate post for them.
no content warnings needed, but there are very minor mentions of doing repairs on him. no mentions of reader's gender, all gender neutral.
contains 18+ content. banners by @/cafekitsune.
his body really is state of the art, one of the kind, designed specifically for him. and because of that, he wants to make sure that anyone that touches or offers to do repairs for him understands how his body works. he's prone to doing his own repairs, even if it's a considerably awkward position for him. or he'll put off repairs until he manages to get back to someone who
he can go about a week tops of low energy work before he truly needs to recharge, about 3-4 days if he's doing high intensity hunting or other forms of work. thankfully for him, he has a "low energy mode" similar to how people sleep that helps him conserve energy. while he doesn't recharge in this mode, it does allow his energy reserves to not deplete as quickly.
when/if his charge starts running out, he'll seem more tired and quiet than usual. he'll complain about his joints aching, being slow. his beacon will make him slur words instead of censor them if he tries to cuss. eventually he'll realize what's going on and go plug himself in to charge.
anytime he starts cussing too fast or hard, his beacon eventually won't be able to keep up. so, instead of censoring with compliments, he'll get censored with little beeps and chirps.
he has the ability to change what sounds his body makes. he can make it a heartbeat, his fans whirring, a mechanical purr noise. he likes tinkering with modifications and seeing what he can manage to make his body do without any assistance. just tell him what you'd like to hear from him, and he'll see if he can manage it.
despite his body being state of the art, he unfortunately does still run the risk of overheating. to combat this, he has various coolant reserves around his body and fans that activate once he reaches a certain internal temperature. the coolant is similar to sweat in humans, gleaming on his body, and his ventilation causes him to expand a little bit. think of a short-horned lizard puffing its neck out in defense but, in this situation, it's so boothill can cool himself down.
... it is a bit intimidating, however, especially once the steam starts rolling down his body and he starts snorting it out. he has had bounties piss themselves seeing him in this specific state.
he also can get embarrassed. but he doesn't blush because he no longer has blood. his motors and fans, however, do start whirring faster and louder. and he has to physically keep his vents from raising to avoid further embarrassment.
he's got a couple of lubricant reserves stored around his body that he can easily access. if he finds himself getting stiff, he'll just shoot a bit of lubricant into the joint to get himself nimble again. these lubricants aren't body safe, specifically designed for mechanical engineering.
... he does, however, have body safe lube stored in his throat that he can easily access by a button on his neck. it makes sex much easier for him.
speaking of sex! he doesn't have a dick. or a hole. instead, he has a grind pad. it's a relatively smooth bulge that looks similar to a large tdick but it's defined and there's some small ridges up and down it. the specific spot is highly sensitive for him, able to orgasm from stimulation (frotting because his favorite) with it, and able to make it vibrate as he wants.
that being said, he does have options. there are a few usb ports on his side that allows him to connect custom sex toys that let him feel whatever you do to them. dildos, holes, you name it, he can probably find it. there's also bluetooth that gives him the option of connecting sex toys to him, but he's a bit hesitant with that option specifically since he's had some... interesting experiences with them.
yes, because he has multiple usb ports, he can technically fuck himself if you plug in a dildo and a hole toy at the same time. yes, he has tried this before. yes, he does do it every once in a blue moon. but because of how exhausting and draining it is for him, it's something that he rarely offers up.
there a certain parts of his body that are sensitive, and they tend to match the erogenous zones for normal human bodies. his inner thighs are especially sensitive, especially closer to his crotch area. so sensitive that it's possible he can cum just from being overstimulated by touch in this area, including from repairs. in general, when he has repairs that need to be made in this area, he does his best to avoid having anyone else help make them.
speaking of repairs, following his repair sessions, that specific spot that he needed to repair can be overly sensitive. most of the time he'll cover it with a bandage to avoid rubbing it against anything. but if he's feel a bit ornery, he may just ask you to "help me recover from my repairs". of course he isn't gonna push it if you say no, but he most definitely will ask if he's feeling a bit playful.
some cyborgs will use a USB port to upload a virus into their system that puts them into overdrive, similar to an incredibly strong aphrodisiac. they tend to last for a couple of hours. yes, he has used them. yes, he frequently uses them when he wants to have a marathon sex session. yes, they have caused him to short circuit and almost shutdown before.
#—the snake writes#hsr boothill#boothill#hsr boothill x reader#boothill x reader#yeah sure i'll throw it in the x reader tags#x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader
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Office break
pairing : husband ceo!jungkook x f.reader
genre : smut, fluff
warnings : making out, marking, praising, slight dry humping, manhandling?, teasing, lingerie kink, pet names, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie
words count : 3.1k
A/N : hey hey, finally, I’m done with this. I took so much time on writing sorry, I’ve been tired these days. I don’t know why it took me so much time, I mean I was struggling a bit. But anyways, it’s finished. I want to precise that, this fic, is part of the series "hope" so yup. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. Thank you guys for reading. Love y’all, take care of yourself. - sunny :)
HEAVILY UNEDITED ( I was exhausted sorry )
FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED 🕷️
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You entered the company with a little box in your hands as you walked to the elevator.
"good morning Mrs. Jeon." you heard someone said.
"oh good morning Mr. Choi." you greeted with a little smile.
"Mr. Jeon is in his office, if you’re searching for him. The meeting just ended, so good timing." Soobinsmiled politely making you nod.
"Thank you for telling me."
"You’re welcome, Mrs. Jeon. Have a nice day."
"Have a nice day Mr. Choi."
You knocked on the office’s door, hearing the deep "come in."
You pushed the door open, entering the office before closing it again, the sound of your heels echoing through the room.
"You can leave the files and usb key on the little table there." Jungkook pointed to the small table near the little couch, without caring to look who it was.
"Sorry Mr. Jeon, I don’t have the files nor the usb key." you said playfully, making your husband look up instantly from the computer’s screen.
"Mrs. Jeon?" he smirked getting up from his desk chair, approaching you.
"what are you doing here, pretty woman?" he asked, pecking your lips happily.
"Just wanted to deliver this, for my favorite ceo."
You handed him the little box with the name of the company’s cafeteria where Jimin works.
"You bought banana cake?" his eyes sparkled as you nodded.
"aw thank you my love!" he hugged you.
"did you eat lunch?" you asked eyeing him attentively.
"yes, don’t worry. I ate noodles."
"How was your lunch with Jimin?" he asked putting the little box on his desk, guiding you at the other side of it.
"Good! Like usual." he smiled acknowledging your words.
"I’m happy you came." he said, sitting down on his desk chair pulling you down with him as he made you sit on his lap, your back against his chest.
"Is that so?"
"Of course! I love it when you come see me at the company."
"I missed you." a little pout decorated your lips.
"I told you to work with me! If you worked here, you wouldn’t miss me." he said playfully.
"ah shut up." you laughed.
"But, I missed you too." he hummed, leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder.
You caressed his cheek gently as you turn on your side, making him close his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your warm hand against his skin calming him down.
His large hand went down to rest on your thigh, caressing the covered skin slowly.
"it’s been awhile since you wore stockings."
he looked down at your legs, hand sliding higher under your skirt, fingers reaching the suspenders.
"Still like them?" you raised an eyebrow teasingly.
"love them." he whispered, breath fanning over your neck making goosebumps raised on the smooth skin.
"I remember asking you to wear them whenever you sneaked over at my dorm, when we were in college." he let a breathy laugh escaped from his mouth, making you laugh too.
"oh yea I remember too. You’ve always been horny for a little nothing." you joked playing with the collar of his shirt.
"nope! only for you." he snickered, his fingers playing with the elastic strap holding the stocking in place.
A confortable silence took place, as you watched his hand playing under your skirt.
"what were you working on?" you asked eyes travelling to his messy desk.
"ah i was finishing these papers. It’s for next week’s meeting for the deal we’ve been working on for a whole month." he groaned tiredly.
"oh did I disturbed you? I just meant to give you the cake and go home, you know. I’m s-"
"hey, what are you talking about? no baby. You didn’t disturb me at all. I needed a break anyway hm. I was getting way too frustrated, thank you for coming. You calmed me down." he smiled softly, hand resting on your waist as you smiled too.
"can I read them?" you asked curiously.
Jungkook always loved the way you were always interested in his work. You were so supportive, it made him feel touched. He always enjoyed working with you, he’s still disappointed that you don’t work at his company with him.
"go ahead."
Your hands went to grab on the dossier, your eyes wandering over the many papers he already worked on.
Jungkook was way too distracted to notice the way you nodded, agreeing with his notes, praising his work.
His eyes stayed on your covered legs, the fine silk complimenting your body so well.
And the way your skirt kept on raising up your thighs as you sat yourself more confortable on his lap.
He could only cursed internally, when he accidentally peeked inside your white buttoned shirt.
The beautiful black lacy bra cupping your chest so nicely, made him bite on his bottom lip, gulping hard as he wondered if you were wearing a lingerie set.
"I think you should switch these two paragraphs." you suggested still reading the document.
"and-" you continued blabbing, Jungkook was too lost to care about what you were talking about.
"but overall, you did amazing like always!" you smiled proudly as you turned on the side to face him again.
"babe, are you okay?" you tilted your head to the side, looking at your frozen husband.
"oh yes, sorry. I’m fine." he forced a smile as you shifted on his lap making him hiss.
"oh my- did I hurt you?" you moved again making Jungkook still your hips.
"stop moving.. please." he said lowly, perhaps slightly in pain?
You looked at him confused, as he lowered his head…
Until you felt it.
"ah.."
"yea, sorry I didn’t mean to get.. you know. to get hard."
"no no it’s ok. I’m sorry, It’s probably my fault."
"no no darling, don’t apologize." he said, still holding you in place.
"I couldn’t control it." he sighed heavily.
"Well, you know what? Yes! Yes it’s your fault!" he suddenly said loudly after a few seconds, making you turn around offended.
"what?!" you stared at him in disbelief.
"you came here to seduce me, didn’t you?" he bit on his bottom lip trying not to laugh.
"Jungkook, stop!" you slapped his chest laughing.
"no because you’re really sexy today." he let his head drop on your shoulder feeling defeated.
"you’re really making it hard for me princess." he whined.
"Why are you so attractive? I don’t want my employees seeing me walking around with a boner."
"a big raging one." you added making Jungkook shook his head in disbelief at how you’re not taking the situation seriously.
He stared at you for awhile, pursing his lips while thinking.
"Jeon, what are you on now?" you put your arms around his neck pulling him close, a smirk plastered on your lips.
"solve the problem you’ve created, Mrs. Jeon." he stared at you with dark eyes.
Your breath hitched, his hands on your hips pushing you down on him, the feeling of his confined erection pressing down there made you feel dizzy already.
You stood up, kicking your shoes off, before straddling his muscular thighs, your legs dangling at each of his sides.
"how do you want me to solve it?" you asked, eyes staring deeply into his as you tugged on his tie.
"find a solution now baby. you’re smart, aren’t you?"
Jungkook looked at you with hooded eyes, his hands resting on your thighs.
Your eyes fell on his parted lips. He looked so good right now.
You cupped his cheek, bending down to capture his lips in a slow kiss. Your fingers sliding down his neck to his shirt, as you started playing with the buttons, unbuttoning one by one slowly.
Jungkook let a breathy moan out when your lips travelled down to his neck, sucking on the smooth skin, tongue grazing over the little reddish mark you’ve left.
You hips moving slowly, as you grind on him, pressing yourself more on his boner.
"I love when you wear ties." you whispered against his throat, as you slightly pull on the black tie.
"you’re such a tease, you know that?" he sighed, when your fingers went to ghost over this belt.
Jungkook’s started unbuttoning your blouse when the door suddenly swam open.
"Mr. Jeon, I can’t find the keys of the meeting room. I forgot my new purple pen in there-"
You turned on your side quickly, hiding your half-opened shirt, Jungkook holding you against his chest to cover you more as he glared at the young boy angrily.
"what the hell is wrong with you?! Didn’t I already told you to knock on the door before coming in!?" Jungkook said loudly irritated.
"I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t know you, hm, you were.. I mean.. good afternoon Mrs. Jeon." the panicked boy bowed quickly.
"Good afternoon, Yeonjun." you greeted back, not looking at him.
"Sorry for disturbing, I’ll leave now!" he bowed down again, rushing out the office making Jungkook groaned loudly, closing his eyes in frustration.
"god this boy!"
"It’s not the first time?" you asked curiously.
"Unfortunately, no. I mean, if the reason was important, I wouldn’t mind but he comes for every little random things. Last time he came just to tell me that someone stole his lunch.. I’m not even concerned! why did he tell me?! Soobin needs to educate his friend." Jungkook spilled out exasperate.
"It’s fine. he’ll learn." you pecked his lips quickly making him sigh.
Jungkook stood up, making you wrapped your legs around his thin waist, his hand placed under your thigh as he sat you on the edge of his desk.
"wait." he walked away making you looked at him confused as he went to the door, locking it.
"now, no one’s gonna disturb us." he smirked coming back to you making you shook your head, a shy smile decorating your lips.
Jungkook spread your legs more, making room for him to stand between them.
"did I already tell you that you’re really pretty today?" he bit his lip making you roll your eyes.
"shut up idiot."
Jungkook chuckled, putting his finger under your chin, lifting your face to look at him.
He kissed you, the kiss slow and sensual just enough to make your core tingle as his hands came back on the buttons of your blouse, unbuttoning it rapidly as he slid the sleeves down your arms.
"Jungkook." you moaned as you felt his fingers caressing their ways between your legs.
His fingertips grazed over your lightly covered clit, the lacy material of your panties made your husband cursed lowly.
"fuck, you sure you didn’t come here to seduce me?" he whined, resting his forehead on yours.
Your hands flew to his belt unbuckling it eagerly as he unbuttoned the last buttons left of his shirt.
"no." you grabbed his wrists as he started loosening his tie.
"keep it please."
"as you wish, princess."
Jungkook pulled on the hem of your skirt, making you raised your hips a bit so he could slid it down your legs.
"damn." he dropped on his knees feeling weak, eyes wandering on your lingerie clamped body.
"you’re so ethereal." his hand went on your calve.
"Koo stop." you complained shyly.
"no because I could look at you all day." he said lust lacing in his voice.
You looked down at him, taking a hold on his tie as you pull him up with it.
"I need you Jungkook." you whispered desperate.
He didn’t say anything as he pushed his pants and boxer down at once hurriedly.
"I want you to keep your lingerie on, darling please."
His fingertips danced over the lacy material of your bra, watching as your chest moved up and down in excitation.
He bent forward, sucking on your skin slowly. His tongue caressing your breast, the wet muscle coming in contact with your skin made you moan softly.
Two of his fingers pulling your panties at the side, sliding the long digits between your glistening lips making you whimper.
One of your leg snaked behind his lower back pulling him closer.
Your husband got the hint as he grabbed on his hard cock, teasing your entrance the tip as he slid it between your folds.
Soft moans escaped from both your lips when you felt his cock eased inside you, filling you right to the hilt.
"you good my love?"
"so good." you breathed out as he started thrusting in and out painfully slow.
His hips moving sensually, gentle yet steady.
He peppered kisses on your neck making your fingers tug on his long black hair tightly. The well-styled hair now a mess.
He grabbed one of your thigh positioning it higher on his waist to get better access, making you arch your back. The sensation of him getting deeper made you let a sob as he hit on that spot that could make you see stars.
"Jungkook fuck faster." you moaned, furrowing your eyebrows, your hands holding on his shoulders.
A loud purely lustful groan emitted from Jungkook as he felt you tighten around him.
"ah fuck!" he let his head dropped on your shoulder.
He started picking up the pace making you cried out, closing your eyes tightly, your nails buried deep into the flesh of his back forming little crescents.
"you feel so fucking good!" he moaned against your neck, one hand travelling up to cup your breast, his thumb running over the lacy material.
"am I making you feel good, princess?" he asked between breath, lust fogging his mind as he looked at your ruined state.
"so fucking good! yes!" you sobbed when he bite on your earlobe gently.
His pretty lips melded against yours, you scratched his back making him moan into the kiss.
"shit!" he cursed the burning feeling of your nails marking down his back made him feel dizzy.
You lifted your other leg on his side, the silk fabric of your stockings grazing his bare skin.
The sensation made him twitch inside you.
"you love them that much, huh?" you teased breathlessly making him nod, earning a low whine from his mouth.
His eyes wandered down your beautiful body, when you grabbed on his tie pulling him on you again to capture his lips in a heated kiss.
His mouth cascaded down your neck, leaving wet little kisses on his path.
"I’m so close." you bit on your bottom lip when you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, nipping on it before licking the marked skin.
"me too." you groaned, feeling your walls convulsed around him tightly.
Your legs started trembling around his waist, tears forming in your eyes.
Your fingers flew to his hair, entangling the black locks to pull on them making your husband moaned.
You gasped quietly surprised when you heard a knock on the door, Jungkook let his head fall on your shoulder.
"Mr. Jeon, it’s me Soobin. I came to tell you about next week’s meeting. I finished working on the files Mr. Hwang sent to us-"
Jungkook groaned annoyed as he kept on trusting his hips into yours harder, your hand coming to your mouth to block any sound daring to pass by your lips.
"Koo." you whimpered softly looking deep into his eyes, heart beating fast as you felt your climax getting really close.
"cum princess." he whispered, grabbing you by the back of you neck as he pulled you to his chest.
You bit on his shoulder blade, stars formed in your blurry vision, body on fire as you let your orgasm washed over you, your moans muffled.
"where do you want me to come my love?" he groaned lowly, his surroundings inexistant as he concentrated on you.
The sensation of your lacy panties rubbing on the side of his cock everytime he thrust in and out made him lose his mind.
"inside please. come inside me baby." you said pleading.
Jungkook bit on his bottom lip, the flesh turning white as his hips went faster and harder making you cry out.
"Sir, are you in here?" Soobin asked sounding confused.
"ah yes!" he groaned out loudly.
Jungkook threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, hands gripping on your sides, fingernails deep into your flesh as he came hard inside you after a few strong thrusts, his warm cum feeling you up to the brim.
He rode your orgasm, moving slowly making you breath slower.
"Mr. Jeon, I’ll come back. I have to take that call." Soobin walked away with his phone ringing.
"damn." he sighed pleasantly as he rest his sweaty forehead on yours.
"I love you Mr.Jeon." you smiled softly before pecking his abused lips.
"I love you Mrs. Jeon." He grinned, nudging his nose with yours.
You caressed Jungkook’s cheek softly, brushing the long dark strands of hair stuck on his face.
You stayed into each others embrace for a few minutes before he cleaned you up and helped put your clothes on. You did the same, taking your time appreciating the moment.
Still sitting on the edge of his desk, you buttoned his shirt up, arranging his black tie.
"now, you good." you smiled proudly, pushing his hair back, putting some long stands behind his ears.
"handsome!" you poked his nose playfully making him shook his head with a wide smile.
"thanks darling." he kissed your cheek lovingly before sitting on his chair.
He grabbed his sheets again, taking a pen before looking up at you.
"tell me the two paragraphs you talked about earlier." he tilted his head cutely as he handed you the pen.
You’ve been staring at your husband working for a solid ten minutes. His eyes glued on his computer’s screen, his hand resting on your thigh as you were still sat on the piece of furniture.
"Koo." you poked his cheek making him turned his head to the side as you held the little box you came with earlier.
"don’t you wanna eat it?"
"ah, yes!" he approached his chair closer to you.
"feed me?" he asked expectantly making you chuckle.
"Of course." you opened the little box, holding the cake for him as he bit on it.
"thank you. that cake was so good." Jungkook hummed as he held your hand before going back to work again.
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You jumped off the desk, putting your shoes on making Jungkook look at you curiously.
"well, I’ll let you work now." you patted his head before walking away making him grab you wrist stopping you.
"where are you going?"
"home?"
"stay a little more." he pouted making your heart melt.
"It’s late already. I expected you to come with me instead." you pursed your lips.
Jungkook looked at his watch, looking outside.
"fine." he stretch his sore muscles before standing up.
"let me get my things quickly and we can get out of here." he informed making you nod.
"let’s go home." he smiled tiredly.
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A/N : i know, I know … it’s def a weird way to end this lmao sorry. I hope you guys liked it :)
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I now present to you... my fan child of SMG34!
Powerpuff Trio!
And now for lore! :))
MG10 - Meme (Mega) Guardian Ten
Preferably called as "Em" or "Ten'
Age: 16
Left handed
Demisexual/Abrosexual
Wants to do best like her fathers did
Overworking.
Personality- MG10 is an ambivert-introvert, they tend to do alot of helping with works on the house and is desperate enough to train her own meme powers. So that one day she can be as strong as her papas are.
MG10 is very awkward when coming to social interactions, but it does go smooth when you get to share the same interests/hobbies with them. She likes to paint rather than using a pencil to draw.
They're very nice with people when their guts tell her its fine, she gets mixed feelings or upsetting guts when with suspicious people (if tag6 or aster were here...)
She does seem friendly at all times but occassionally doesnt depending on her moodswing.
When she's upset she'd literally break a table and throw a tantrum-
She's like the older one to take care of stuff and their only priority is to keep everyone safe from the bads
They're not much into showing affections in public but prefers more in private to feel safe.
They don't sometimes understand that other people flirt to her so she sometimes pushes them away.
They do like circles and stars, polkadots are what fascinates her the most. Even ladybugs.
How was Ten born?
Biography: Mg10 is made from a usb that malfunctioned and got sent to the graveyard, after some investigations from that loud crash that brought to SMG3's concern. He and eggdog saw a small grey usb.
Due to Three's curiousity, he approached infront of the usb after it opened the front entrance. He happens to see a small unconsious child falling in a deep sleep from their nap.
SMG3 called Four and the two other guardians to check out what had just happened from the latest discovery three witnessed.
SMG1 and Two both aren't sure about their opinions but they thought that it'd be a next generation for the new guardian to rise upon.
The small child wakes up from the couch and doesn't remember anything but the number 10
SMG1 and Two looked at the child then to Three and four, telling them that they have the same resemblance with the main indigo friends.
So SMG1 gave Three and Four a word to raise her good, and that when the time comes. It would be her turn to be the next guardian.
SMG3 and Four thought all of it was ridiculous since they were only a kid, even after. The two agreed from the given mission, and decided to raise Her.
SMG2 gave her name as MG10. With a now programmed mind, ten's memories started to collect this information and now called themself. MG10.
Other infos:
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fruits- Mangoes, Strawberries, Raspberry, and oranges.
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Handling the Situation
A Dave York Fan Fic
Damn it Dave… why are you the best person to write. I mean I’m not complaining. I enjoy it, it makes me feel good. But I always think I take forever now to write him as it needs to be right. So here we are on another Dave York Saturday, getting our fill of our favourite stabby murder daddy.
Synopsis:- You are Dave Yorks handler & have been for 2 years since an injury meant you couldn’t be an assassin anymore. You both have mutual feeling for each other which neither of you have decided to explore until now.
Work count:- 7200
Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Lack of consent, unprotected sex, boss employee relationship, mutual pining, stalking, murder, assassin stuff, car jacking, PIV, masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, swearing, cheating & adultery. Dave being controlling but what’s new there 🤣.
Yea this was something to right. I hope you all enjoy peoples. Thanks for the read.
“Wait a second” Dave York scowls as he looks at the Mismatching maps he’s got in front of him . One on his screen, & one as a hard copy. “This map is dated from 1998, why do I have a copy of this” his big brown eyes dart between the two. You let out an exasperated sigh.
“Mr York if you’d have let me finish my sentence…” you start before he interrupts.
“Is it hard being the smartest person in the room?”
“I wouldn’t know, is it?” You scoff back & get up from your chair on the other side of his desk & make your way over to him. He would have rolled his eyes at your comment but after 2 years of you being Dave’s handler you’ve both got bored of it. Even though you like the little smirk he pulls afterwards. There’s mischief deep inside this killer. You get to his computer screen & stretch the map. A small sniff of his cologne always arouses you. His warm breath filling your personal space. Your hand grips his over the mouse. It still makes you shiver but not as much as it used to. “Now hold the old school map up to the screen Mr York” Dave does as you requested & you then turn the screen into dark mode. It’s clear now why you had provided him with the older map.
“Are those tunnels?”
“Yes from where they built the subway network” you look at him & he nods. “A third exit should you need it & Thompson isn’t alone or there’s other interested party’s, if you follow this one…”You point & explain that it will lead him a mile away to a power plant.
“Clever girl” he says & he smacks your bum. You try to not moan. Dave flirts with everyone, because he is the best assassin he gets away with it, also his job does require some intimate work from time to time but he has never seen you more than the best handler for him. You used to be an assassin as well until someone sliced off half of your trigger fingers nuckle . But you always planned your own missions before that, so when you decided to become an analyst & handler, Dave practically begged for you. He knew you’d keep him alive. You know what he needs to do to stay at the top & in one piece.
You both then finalise the next few bits of next Wednesdays mission so you can type it up this afternoon for him. It should then be approved on Monday & then the two of you(well mainly you) can get everything in place for Wednesday to take Thompson out. Dave is always impressed with your dedication to the cause he does wonder if you ever switch off. As you remove the usb stick from his computer, along with his signature on the initial report, so you can proposes the final changes, you head to his office door.
“Anything else I can help you with Mr York” you say in a chirpy tone. He usually will say nothing or just ask for another coffee.
“Nah your alright…” but then as you go to leave Dave then chirps up “… weekend plans?” Dave’s never asked you about your weekend plans before. You a little bit stunned. You both keep home & work separate hence you only call him Mr York.
“Erm yes… I do” you turn back to face him gripping your lap top. “My boyfriend wants to take me out for dinner for our 1 year anniversary” Dave looks shocked at this.
“A boyfriend? You kept that quiet”
“You never asked” you giggle “also we’ve actually been together 20 months, but he says it wasn’t official until he’d met my parents & my parents live in Texas”
“Hmm man’s got principles I guess, what does he do”
“He’s an accountant” you say with a sigh ”boring I know but safe, no one’s gonna look for an assassin or a handler with a boring jobed partner.” You say. You know Dave is married, Carol you believe from what you’ve found online about her, that she works as a manager at the big grocery store out of town.
“True, you hoping he asks the question, so you can be more committed” Dave asks. You can’t help but blush at that.
“Well every girls dream is to say I do & walk down the aisle in a white dress so why not,”
“You’d say yes”
“Absolutely, I love him” you suddenly realise this is the most Dave has asked you about your life in the 2 years you’ve been by his side. Pinning for a man you know is unavailable in both your worlds. No sex with coworkers you have always had that rule & keep work & home separate. “What about you Mr York”
“Work & I might watch the golf, might even go up to the cabin I haven’t decided yet” he reply’s he picks up his phone & his lips bite the side of it. He does this from time to time. It always arouses you & you try to not let it affect you. “I genuinely do hope he asks you, I hope he deserves you”
“Thank you Mr York, have a nice weekend yourself” you then do a little smile & leave, once his office door is closed you sigh & calm down. Dave was genuinely nice to you & made you feel seen. You’re angry at yourself for getting aroused while he was being polite. You shake your head & walk back to your desk, this proposal won’t write itself.
*
Dave sits there in his car, watching. He’s been following you for the last 6 months, since you wore that daisy dress to work when you were going out to a birthday afterward & he saw the real you, you let your guard down that day at work & were care free & happy. Dave’s wanted to get to know the real you from that moment. Since then with his own skills he’s followed you around. At a safe distance of course & cleverly. After all Dave is the best assassin in the world he easily goes undetected.
He sits there outside Donatello’s the Italian restaurant, a place you & your other half often frequent & he’s looking at your face. You seem bored & disinterested in the conversation. It’s also not just you as you had said to him on friday, there are friends around you, but by the looks of it mostly his friends. You politely laugh back & smile but the look on your face as you dig into another okayish carbonara says a million things. This should have been your special night but no it’s turned into him & 6 of his mates & 2 of their partners around the table too.
Dave can see your eyes show no emotion in them. You’re not giving anything to this. This was not how you thought your Saturday night would go & neither did Dave. He is half tempted to get out the car, walk into the busy restaurant, March up to you lift you over his shoulders with no explanation to anyone, put you in the back seat of his car & fuck you there & then. That’s what Dave wants. That’s what he’d do in this situation & he now pretty sure from the look on your face that you’ve not cum in months. Obviously standard & safe isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
*
“Fuck” Gus moans as he fills the condom up & rolls off you. You’ve not cum it’s been months & he keeps persisting on using a condom. You like that he practices safe sex but it would be easier for you to be on a birth control that was half decent. He had said no & actually went with you to the doctors to say that you wouldn’t be going on it unless it was injections. You’re seeing the doctor on friday for your next round.
“Well baby that was a decent day” he says & he softly kisses your lips & gets out of bed tying the condom of his already limp penis as he put his boxers on. “& you as always were so good then”
“Yea it was good” you lie to Gus, today had all been about him & his mate Harry. He bumped into him when he was on his morning run & suddenly a day you thought might be romantic & passionate turned into a lads day. You like his friends but today should have been about the two of you & what is happening right now proves it. He’s getting dressed.
“You know you can stay Gus” you say as you scoot along the bed & massage his shoulders to help him relax & start to kiss his neck. “Maybe I want morning cuddles maybe I’m not done yet”
“Baby I’ll be surprised if you can walk after what I just did to you, you’re clearly in a sex haze” you are glad he can’t see you roll your eyes. 9minutes that’s how long he lasted before he came, you clit was neglected & he just humped his way through it. When you do cum it does feel good but it’s been lacking a lot recently. He’s not the sex god he takes himself for.
“So why are you leaving? Why can’t you stay”
“Work starts at 6am on Monday but budget meeting at 8am, so I can’t have distractions tomorrow I need to be at mine”
“But baby it’s…”
“Shhh go to sleep beautiful & I’ll let you know I get home safe”he doesn’t even kiss your lips. It’s your cheek & he heads out of your apartment. You know safe & boring is best but you can’t be doing this for the rest of your life. You need 1 last adventure before you settle down & Gus isn’t hitting the spot in lots of ways at the moment. Once you hear him lock the door behind him, you get out your newest vibrator, & build up the settings as it pleasures your naked body as you rhyth in bed. As you climax on your favourite setting, you giggle at the name that escapes your mouth. You hand & toy are coated in your slick as you moan the name “Dave!” As you reach the best high you will have this weekend.
*
“Morning Mr York” you announce as you walk into his office with his usual black coffee & information for him on the missions approval. It’s the usual Monday happy patter from you. If you start off happy it might rub off on the moody Dave. You notice him in his light blue shirt scrolling through his phone perched on the edge of his desk, deep in thought.
“Morning” he reply’s not looking up. Lost on his phone. He briefly looks up as you shut the door & then he stops & looks up again. You’re in a very nice floral green dress which is buttoned all the way up & stops just above the knee. Your hair is in a messy bun & you have a small heel on. Dave has a double look, your shiny legs sticking out as you hand him his coffee.
“What Mr York, can’t I put in a bit of effort from time to time” you say as he keeps looking you up & down as you hand him his coffee.
“Obviously, it’s just there’s something different about you today,” he says with a smile & then bites on the corner of his phone trying not to think about what he would do to you. “But I notice something hasn’t changed..” he, once he’s put his coffee down, grips your left hand stroking across your fingers “… I see & feel no ring unless your picking one together” Dave sees your face drop a little, your chirpy mood moves on as you sign.
“Yea, turns out my boyfriend wanted it to be more of a friends thing for our anniversary than just us” you say “I still had a nice dinner…”
“& a good fucking?” Dave interupts & you turn bright red straight away.
“Mr York!” You shriek.
“What? You’re a woman you have needs, just like all men & women have needs” he says with a smirk. The hand that was holding yours now brings the coffee cup to his lips, always looking so plump. His phone is on the desk as he strokes his thigh. “So I’m guessing you didn’t have a moment of pure passion then”
“Mr York, there’s a reason we keep our work & private lives separate, I don’t think I want to talk about my sex life with you”
“What if I as your boss asked you to?” He says & winks before slurping more coffee.
“& here I was thinking this was going to be a normal Monday meeting to approve a few things before Wednesday” you scoff & smile. “Let’s just say that my man thinks he gets my needs met but once he’s happy that’s that”
“Damn, a man should always look after his woman first, preferably with oral or fingers strumming her cunt open”
“DAVE!” He pulls a face as you shout this at him “sorry… MR. YORK!” You shout again & then both laugh.
“don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m amazed you still formally call me Mr York, I’m not gonna murder you for a slip of the tongue like that”
“I’d like to see you try” you respond back instantly.
“Oooh fighting talk, I like that” he says with a devilish smile. “& if I’m honest you’d give back as well as you took” somehow you now know this isn’t talking about fighting talk. Your minds gone dirty.
“Well what can I say, I think all things should be equal, giving & receiving, don’t you?”
“No I like to be in control” he says abruptly almost cutting you off. “I like to know where I stand with everything, so that when I give, it’s given good”his hand forcefully grabs your wrist . “That’s why you’ve not applied to be an Assassin again.” You look dumb struck at him.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business Mr…”
“But it is my business, your my business.” He tugs you towards him as he stands up his right hand grips your chin, firmly. “Imagine if we were a team, 2 assassin working together, the world we could create the missions we could achieve, doesn’t that sound good to you” he whispers all of this in your ear seductively. Your breathing has hitched. You feel his hand start to drift yours to his bulge.
“Dave… I”
But before your hand makes contact & you do something you might regret, the phone in the office rings.
“Fuck” Dave basically launches you out of his personal space & leans over the desk to grab the phone. His moody tone is there. “York, this had better be good” you stand there awkwardly while he berates someone on the phone for not doing the vehicle clean at the weekend for Wednesday. He then smirks at you & says down the phone. “I’m sure my handler can handle the situation, she likes all things being equal” before he slams the receiver down.
“I’ll go deal with that then Mr York, here’s the files for Wednesday” you say & don’t even really look at him. Had he sexually harassed you before that phone call? You hadn’t kissed or touched him. Was it his power over you? As much as he knows you can do what he does, does he enjoy those moments.
It’s not long after you sit behind your desk sorting out the last few things that for Wednesday’s mission that you get a message from him.
We good? Y
You smirk & reply.
Nothings changed Mr York, let’s concentrate on the mission
Glad you’re handling all of it so well. He reply’s
*
Dave lies in his bath on Tuesday night. He always has a bath the night before a mission. It calms him down. Carol always moans that he takes too long, but she lets him off, she knows he has “an important client” tomorrow. He should have asked her to join him in the bath, get his frustrations out on her, but he didn’t instead he’s got the last 5 days cctv from work of you, watching you bend over to pick up files, that little giggle you do with the tech guys & then he watches all the interactions he’s had with you. His length is pulsing, throbbing in his hand as he listens via his ear pods, a few suggestive things said between you both.
“Fuck baby” he growls as the bath water which was starting to get a bit too cold, now has lashes of his cum added to it. He almost knocks his iPad into the bath, as he jerks away mumbling your name.
*
“Coms check” you say as you get out of the car to set up your own radar to do the mission on Wednesday afternoon.
“Loud & clear sweetheart,”
“Good, although we should still use the code names Boss, not sweetheart, no matter how nice that sounds” you say as you look roughly at the spot he will be setting up his sniper rifle. It’s a clear day, not as many people about as you thought & Dave should have a clear shot to take the target out. Everything is going to plan, a little too well to plan you have in the back of your mind. You slip into the back seat of your Audi with the blacked out windows & connect the additional radar to your set up so you can monitor everything as the doors lock.
“Well I’m okay with calling you Hand if you want, I mean I am the boss,” he jokes back to you once he sees you are safe in the back of the car & looks through his site at the building 2 blocks away from you. “But what would you really like me to call you” he says & you can heart his breath hitch in your ear piece. Is Dave flirting with you on a mission?
“Boss, I’m gonna call you Boss” your trying to keep focused, it’s your job to keep other things entertained while Dave does his killing & to let clean up know when he’s done & to also check for possible complications.
“Well I’ll make sure you do call me that on every occasion, & I can hear your eyes rolling” Dave chuckles. His tone then changes. “Package has arrived” you’re always so amazed that Dave can switch it on & off so quickly. The target has arrived in the building & that’s now his main objective. You & carol could be scissoring in front of Dave right now & he wouldn’t notice at all. You’re glad he’s back in the zone.
“Traffic is good, from what I can see his next lot of security should arrive in 11mins, but oooh no” you click 8 buttons to cause lights to go Green & cause 2 traffic collision “looks like they will be delayed by 6mins taking the alternative route.” You click your timer for 18mins & so does Dave, you hear the beep from his watch down the phone. You both know that being 2 blocks away means you can get back to Dave before that time, but Dave’s got to make sure he doesn’t get spotted & if he needs to additional hits need to happen.
“Copy that” Dave says & you hear the clicks & snaps of the rifle ready to take aim.
“In your own time Boss” you say & then you hear one of your favourite things in the world. You’d never tell Dave this but it’s the way he breathes as he slows his heart rate down to get the perfect clean shoot. It’s not all bang like in the movies. Dave can do that, obviously with all the drama & can kill at close range & get into a fight if he has to, but him sniping someone & the way those lips softly part at each exhale, it’s so attractive. His eyes dilated in concentration too. You enjoy it for a few seconds you get to hear it before the burst of noise. Dave makes the shot after only 2minutes after the timer started.
“Clean, precise, call clean up” Dave declares down the radio.
“Confirm?”
“Confirm target down”
You then switch to your clean up squad who are on the ground floor of the building (hence why tunnels were needed on your map originally, but they were a final back up for Dave) & you tell them to move in with their timer set for 5mins there’s 4 of them so they can do it that quickly. You can hear Dave packing his gun away.
“Estimate?”
“4 no 6minutes, the lifts not working”
“Copy” you quickly leap out the back seat of the car & get back into the drivers seat & put your foot down. This means Dave expects to be coming out of the back door of the rendezvous at that exact time. Your car should be there so he can get out of the door & into in it 10seconds before you drive off. Your sat nav is linked to the set up in the back of the car for the best route, to avoid all the issues you set up with traffic earlier.
“Clean ups just confirmed clean & identification Boss” you say to him with you being 2 minutes out. Dave doesn’t reply, if he’s got that many stairs a to run down, he’s conserving energy. You eventually approach the building next to the one Dave took his shot from & slow down to do a reconnaissance loop, everything is clear, so you put the car in reverse ready to go & collect Dave. You pull up 20 seconds early & hit the unlock button to the car door, when suddenly the door flys open & two large hand drag you out.
“Fuck” your scream grabbing the keys & putting it in down the back of black leggins.
A burly face looks at you but your now more concerned that there is cold steal of a barrel now against your forehead.
“Keys now” a voice screams from the side of you. You realise that you’re about to be car jacked. It’s the second man who screams this. & you just shake you head at them, as your eyes fill up with water. These guys must have seen you do a loop & waited for you to pull up. They can’t have this car for so many reason.
“Seriously gents, you’ve picked the wrong day & car to Jack. Just walk away & it won’t cost you your life” you say calmly, but you gulp. they both have masks covering their faces but you can see their eyes. The one with the gun pointed at your head his hand is slightly shaking. The one who has you gripped against the door frame is much firmer, but you can tell my his eyes & hair he’s no more than 19. You don’t want Dave to have to kill these two who have just got lucky today in your 3 second lapse of concentration. It’s most unlike you. You’re also speaking very clearly because you know Dave will be picking this up.
“Ha” the one holding you cackles. “& what makes you think we won’t shoot you & take the car anyhow” you quickly side eye the barrel & realise they are blanks which will still hurt but won’t kill. You can also hear Dave counting down from 20 in your ear, he’s clearly waiting for his moment.
“Because” you stutter as the grip around your neck gets more as your hand reaches to the back of the car seat which has a small knife in the head rest. “Your amateurs…”
“We’re pros” click. Dave has snuck up to the one holding the gun behind him his gun firmly against his head. “& you picked the wrong day to do this”. The other man looks in shock his grip lessens. It’s enough time for you to wiggle slightly & grab your knife, in all of 4 seconds its plunged into the man with the guns thigh. The scream he lets out is ear piercing.
*
“Where the fuck were you?”
“Why were you early?”
“Why did you not tell me there were people near?”
“Why the fuck didn’t you check for blind spots & randoms?”
Dave & you have been going back & forth for all the way back to HQ since the incident.
Luckily you were both covered enough by your faces that you didn’t need to kill the two kids. Taking them hostage was never plan. Instead you took the two of them who you both injured & dropped them near an emergency room. The smell of piss & vomit you get used to, but it’s still not nice, the car valet will not happy that they have to deal with that. But they were just kids trying to car Jack with a fake empty gun. Anyone else would have given in but they just happened to go for you.
“Because I did so I did my slow loop & came back to your exit, & in the time after I’d checked the back mirror & unhooked my seatbelt to come & open the door he’d sprung up”
“But from where” Dave demands.
“I don’t fucking know Dave okay!” You snap back, a little too harshly.“Another door or behind a bin or over the fence, I don’t have a clue, but the car wasn’t stolen & we completed our mission”
“& to think I was…” Dave then pauses & rubs the back on his head his black beanie hat coming off as he does it. He the looks you up & down. You’re sat on his desk in your black skin tight leggins, black vest top & you still have your own beanie on. Your jacket hanging off the door.
“Say it Dave” he knows your as pissed at him as he is with you. You’ve used his first name twice now.
“No it will just piss you off even more”
“Well I’m already angry & moody so you may as well…”
“I was gonna fill out you application to get you license back!” He interrupted abruptly & the room falls silent, those words hanging in the air.
“Dave, you… you were what…” it a soft tone that leaves your mouth for the first time in about an hour.
“I was going to apply for you to be a full time assassin again.” He shrugs “but if your gonna get jumped by some kids maybe your not up for it, maybe you have lost your game & nerve” he’s rubbing his neck as he says this. His chest is heaving. That skin tight black tshirt is stuck to him. He’s taken off his Kevlar vest & is looking mighty fine, everything clearly defined, including the outline under his black cargo trousers.
“Dave I… I don’t know what to say, thank you & also fuck you for saying I have lost my nerve”
“Well if I’m honest…” his voice trembles “…I’m not sure I can have you being my handler anymore” that shocks you. You freeze, time stops, you don’t breath, your heart doesn’t pump. You eyes fill up.
“What!” You panic. This job means the world to you, if Dave doesn’t want you as his handler something must have happened. He stares at the floor. “You can’t just say that Dave & not fully expect me to understand without an…” you don’t get the word explanation out of your mouth. Dave marches across the office & grips your chin before his lips vigorously clash with yours. You lean on the desk, stuck in the spot, you minds tell you no for so many reasons but it only takes a second for your hand to trial down his side & rest of his hip. His own hands are holding & caressing your face. Kissing you like his life depended on it. You feel alive for the first time in a while at someone’s touch & you instantly feel arsoual taking over.
“Dave” you mumble as you push him back slightly. “We can’t, for so many reason. You’re my boss I’m your handler, I have a boyfriend you have…”
“When did he last make you cum?” He says bluntly.
“Erm…”
“Exactly” you aren’t wearing a belt his hand slides straight down your leggins under your panties & straight for your clit. He smirks that it is so slick. “Good girl” you gasp, as he calls you this the friction has started.
“Mmmmmm fuck” you moan before Dave’s lips find yours again, he nips a few times at your bottom lip while he sees to you, his tongue more than welcome inside your mouth.
“Dave… stop I’m gonna … i… I…”
“Let go sweetheart let Dave handle the situation for a change” you then feel two long fingers slip inside you & the friction is intense.
“Oooooohhhhhhh fucking fuck” you gush & cry as he makes you cum harder than you have done at any point in the last 3 months with Gus. He is delighted how quickly he got you off as you are perched there panting. “Fuck Dave, we we shouldn’t. Your married”
“It’s not technically cheating as long as I don’t cum inside you”
“What!?” You say in shock, before he lifts you up & he pulls you leggins & panties down in one movement, his eyes light up at the mess you have both made.
“Oooh fuck baby” he growls before he Burries his head between your thighs lapping away at the wetness dripping down.
“Dave stop”
“Why?”
“We shouldn’t”
“You really want me to stop? What does your body tell you?” He lifts his head as he removes your shoes so everything comes off from the waste down. It gives you a few second to think.
“My body is enjoying it & my head says I deserve it, but my heart…”
“Gus doesn’t deserve you, you’ve been miserable, let me take care of you”he says as he strips off his black skin tight tshirt. You know the man is Broad & well built but this is a feast for the eyes. You lick you lips expectantly.
“Wait…” you pause”how do you know my boyfriends name”
“You don’t wanna know” he says with a smirk before he unbuckles his belt. You’re not sure if you should move in pure fear or consent to your boss fucking you.
“Dave I…” but he grips your chin as his belt slides out through his other hand.
“Sweetheart the only words I want from you are your consent & your moans, don’t make me shut you up with this belt.” He hits the desk with the buckle. His eyes fully dilated full of desire. Those black cargo pants are not hiding his erection to well. you softly nod. “Vocally sweet heart “ your head is lifted more.
“Promise not to cum inside me”
“Promise, let’s get your uncorking situations sorted.” Dave’s lips meet yours again. He lifts you up & carries you to the sofa in his office. His hand gripping your arse so hard as the two of your mouths feast on each other. He lays you down & you go to shimmy off your top but Dave rips it if your body.
“I might have needed that Dave”
“Bollocks to it” the long noise of his fly unzipping has you rhything “ooh baby I don’t even have to touch you to see that body desperately craving a real man’s touch.” You fling your bra across the room. You no longer care that you are about to cheat on Gus. Your fantasy that you’ve had for the last 2 years is about to happen. Dave York your assassin your boss is about to fuck you until you can’t move.
As he drops his trousers & boxers your legs part more. The site of his long girthy penis sends shivers down your spine. He’s definately going to pinch.
“Impressed?” He says as he slips in between your thighs, he licks his fingers & they start to strum your sex making you moan.
“Fuck”
“God I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” he groans, as he teases your clit with his cock. The pre cum dripping mixing with your own arousal. “Gonna make you realise your worth sweetheart” he moans before he fully in one long deep push goes balls deep inside you first time.
“Oooh my god, fuck oooh fuck” you moan grabbing the grey sofa materials. The sting feels magnificent. You feel like any movement he makes your gonna cum straight away. He’s looking at your erect nipples on your breasts, your chest & tummy heathing, the little sweat beads forming on your head & then he slowly starts to move his penis out. “‘Mmmmmm ooooh”
“Take it that’s good”
“Fuck yesss Dave… oooh god” he slams in again & hits the spot, everything tingles & your senses are exploding.
“Does Gus do this?” He says as he does the same move again. You shake your head.
“No mmmmmm” you can’t stop moaning each time you mmm or ohhh Dave smirks. He’s getting naughty noises out of your mouth. He wondering would that small mouth of yours take his cock. How far could he ram it down your throat.
“Man doesn’t know how to make a woman feel good, doesn’t deserve ooooh fuck” Dave feels you clamp around him. Almost milking him if his seed at this early stage. “Hold off a bit longer sweetheart please” he lifts your leg & puts your left foot on his shoulder & then he finds his rhythm. He’s in the zone.
“Oooh my god god my god oooh fuck” you don’t know what you’re moaning. Even though Gus isn’t the best lover none of your other lovers or partners before him have felt this good. Dave’s working & rolling his body. The happy trail from his belly button down to the base of his length due to his hip action, is hypnotic. The man can move. He concentrating so much but you can also hear from his own moans that he is getting pleasure out of this too. “Oooh baby”
“Fuck oooh come on girl give it to me,” one arms stretches while another caresses your breasts. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the hand not holding your leg in place before he returns to your neglected clit. As the friction grows you can’t hold on anymore.
“OOoh shit shit shit” you cry “fuckkkkk” you scream as you climax, drenching Dave inside you. Dave look on in wonder as you scream, he’s sure people know he’s fucking you. He doesn’t care.He looks as you lie there spent but he’s not done yet.
“Oooh sweetheart we can do more than that” he says as he quickly withdraws then flips you onto your front.
“Fuck” you scream as he lies on top of you, his balls already banging as he’s deep inside you again. You go to turn your head to look at him but he pushes it into the sofa.
“Fuck your even tighter baby.” He snarls, his rhythm is unrelenting.”how bad is your boyfriend”
“Mmmmm” is all you can get out muffled as he fucks pounding away. He fees so good. You can feel the next orgasm approaching already.
“Fuck fuck fuck Dave” you groan, it leaks down your legs your cum, you know this sofa isn’t new but it’s going to have stains on now.
Dave’s a machine, fucking you hard for over an hour all sorts of positions. You enjoyed it each time he withdrew & covered your arse or belly in ropes of his cum. He was being true to his word. He wasnt cumming inside you. He didn’t care what you thought anymore & actually neither had you. He was giving you the pleasure you had craved for the last few months. Boring Gus with his very safe sex wasn’t going to cut it anymore.
As you bounced up & down in the cowgirl position, Dave licked his lips. You’d been exactly what he had hoped for. He knew what he was doing was wrong but with you being so willing to give it back to him he was enjoying pleasure too.
“Gonna cum once more for daddy” he asked, sweat covering his body.
“Mmmhmmm yes boss” you say still calling him the code name.
“Think you can handle me”
“I always do”
“That’s my girls” he slapped & then grabbed your arse cheek & this made you clamp around his cock so hard. It made him moan “fuck” he did it again & again. Each time you moved more, each time the slap was harder, each gasp you made was more erotic. He’s struggling to control his urge.
“Oooh Dave, more more more” if anyone was recording this it would be a blur At the pace he is going. He’s hitting the spot each time, your previous arousal leaking out. It’s too much. His moves, your pants, the way your boobs jiggle. You’re both gonna explode.
“Oooh fuck baby”
“Yes just like that” you whimper as he sticks two fingers in your arse, he’s not claimed that but it’s enough.”yes yes yes yessss yesss oooh fuck Dave!” You scream & cum, eyes rolling into the back in your head. Squeezing him with all your might.
“Oooooh fuck fuck fuck!” He cry’s, he can’t withdraw in time. He cums & fills you up, painting every inch of you. Both your slicks mixing together inside you “fuck yes” he growls before he kisses you firmly. Neither of you have realised what Dave has just done. Your both on a come down, slowly rocking into each other, panting & giggling in between kisses. Sweat from you dripping onto his chest. He sucks your left breast to calm down before he slowly & delicatly unseats you & puts you on the sofa as he goes into his desk drawer for some wet wipes, for you to both clean up. It’s only as he starts to wipe his dick, his face drops.
“We… oooh fuck” he stumbles upon his realisation.
“Yea we’ve both been unfaithful Dave”
“I’ve never cum inside someone before, other than a girlfriend or my wife, on missions I cum in their mouth or on their tits, why couldn’t I stop with you?”
“Well you did the first few goes…” he then abruptly interupts.
“Your on birth control right?” Your face drops it’s Friday you see the doctor. He freezes”you are right”
“My period ended yesterday & im getting my birth control shot on Friday” you say which is a partial lie, you begin ovulating tomorrow, Dave could have just got you pregnant. You both glaze over, Dave at the fact that he’s cheated after years of being “careful” with lots of targets for information & you for the fact that your Boss could have impregnated you. You both stay silent as you get dressed unsure what to say your relationship no longer the same. Once dressed you put on your jacket & do it up so that when you leave his office you aren’t just in your bra. You stand up & stroke his face.
“Is there anything else I can do for you mr York?” You say as if nothing haa changed but everything has. You sound sad.
“No, I’m all good” he doesn’t even make eye contact with you & you leave. You head straight to the women’s bathroom & throw up, sick to your stomach at what you just did, even though it made you feel to good.
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You sit in Dave’s office on Monday morning waiting for him. You’d tried to work together on Thursday & Friday but it was awkward. The genie was out of the bottle, the dynamic different. You’d then been to the doctors & then spent the weekend assessing your life. You’d come to some decisions that would change a few things, but you thought it was best to be truthful with Dave first. When he walks in he’s shocked to see you waiting.
“Morning”
“Morning Mr York we need to talk” you say. Your sat on the sofa you consummated your passion on & Dave comes & sits beside you. He looks white. On the table by the sofa is both you coffees some paperwork & a little box. Dave looks at the long thin rectangular box suspiciously.
“Can I…” you nod & he unpacks the box. There is the pregnancy test you took before the doctors. He sighs deeply. “Thank god for that” he says looking at the negative test.
“I took a morning after pill to be safe as well Dave” you then hand him the envelope. “That’s for you too” Dave without hesitation opens the envelope. His head is still processing that you aren’t pregnant. It takes him a few minutes to realise. He grabs your knee straight away when the realisation hits.
“No!”
“No”
“I won’t allow it”
“What”
“Youre the best handler I’ve ever had, I can’t lose you, not over a couple of hours of sex”
“Dave… I”
“No you can’t, it’s stupid”
“Will you let me explain” you shout. Dave looks shocked. He’s never heard that tone before from you. “I spent the weekend thinking things over, I want to take my license again, I want to be an assassin, or at least a full time driver or back up & I want….” You gulp “& I want to do it with you” Dave’s face is stunned. His face then lights up & he hugs you.
“Ohhh really, you want to go back to this, you want us to be a team a real team”
“We always were a team Dave, I just need to stop living the safe life, see where I belong, get back to what I’m good at, I was holding myself back, but after that mission & then when it almost went wrong & the the rush & the passion, I can’t give that up”
“& Gus…” he asks
“Well let’s just say safe isn’t for me.”
“& I am” he asks raising an eyebrow, “you know I’m married right”
“I do Dave”I then smirk”but it’s not cheating unless you fill me up with cum” he laughs back at that.
“Naughty bitch” he scoff “you’ve got the grips of this whole situation havent you?”
“Isn’t it good to be the smartest person in the world?” You ask.
“I don’t know does it?” He can’t hold back & his plump lips crash either yours, his hand goes up your skirt & he’s amazed when he realises you aren’t wearing any underwear. “You tease” he says as that large flat thumb starts working your clit. You moan instantaneously.
“Only for you mr York, only you”
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Character Analysis - SMG3
Hello again, fellow SMG4 fans. Today, we're gonna be taking a look at the guy who conquered The Internet Graveyard - SMG3.
Now, looking at the picture here, you can see that SMG3 is a good character. Which is true. He's improved a lot since The YouTube Arc. Take it as Character Development of some kind.
SMG3 is a Meme Guardian who came to the Mushroom Kingdom in a USB Flashdrive that was originally meant to go to the Internet Graveyard, as shown in SMG4's Origins. It was back then that SMG3 and SMG4 had a rivalry, which dissolved after they became friends.
SMG3 appears as the same height as SMG4, but takes on a different look. Just like the Meme Man, SMG3 had two redesigns to no longer look like a Mario recolour. SMG3 has red eyes, facial hair and black hair. He is shown wearing an indigo hat with a cut on the brim, long sleeved shirt and dark purple overalls, which were originally black overalls. He also wears black studded boots and white gloves with black cuffs. The gloves have the Roman numeral of the number 3.
One of his concepts had him with spikes as the base for his gloves, and another one had him with black gloves.
SMG3's story started as early as 2011, where he was shown to have a disliking of SMG4, and began ripping off the latter's videos to get back at him for being a better Meme Guardian. Nine years later, SMG3 was punished for his actions by being sent to the Internet Graveyard as a proper punishment. He was easily able to rule over IG.
Throughout most of the current seasons, he was sometimes the voice of reason, as seen in Mar10 Day, where he tried to reason with SMG4 for causing a ruckus at the party. That shows us that he was just trying to calm Four down, only for this to not work.
Throughout all of It's Gotta Be Perfect, as the keyboard was corrupting SMG4 like crazy, SMG3 was shown to have some moments where he did genuinely care for SMG4's safety. That's the sign of a true friend. Once SMG4 does release himself from the keyboards grasp, Three is the first to smile at him, with happy tears in his eyes, knowing that his friend had saved himself.
In the past we've seen how SMG3 acts whenever SMG4 calls him a Tsundere, or if he states that SMG3 is sometimes insecure. There have been times where Three refers to him as "Baka", which could indicate that Three thinks of SMG4 and himself as being "more than just friends". Heh heh. This results in SMG3 having a small blush whenever calling SMG4 "Baka".
War of the Fat Italians 2023 had some classic funny moments, including Mission 10. This is where we need to talk about Snowtrapped. Ha ha.
In case you know already, Snowtrapped is a blooper of SMG4 that came out in 2016. It was famous for the moment that happened at 6:50, which was the question in WOTFI 2023's 10th mission. And let's just say that fans did not see both igloo references coming at all. I was jut laughing throughout the mission, which was a success.
Now let's talk about SMG3's Sussy Notebook, which was never seen again after WOTFI 2023.
SMG3 notebook is a purple notebook with yellow bands on the edges, warning people to "Keep Out", as it has secrets about SMG4 and SMG3. It was first shown in The Watermelon Man, as SMG3 was shown writing in it. It has since became a recurring item up until the latest WOTFI. Nobody knows what secrets it has until it became official Merch.
His relationship with SMG4
SMG4 and SMG3, AKA SMG34/SMG43 (depends on what you guys use), is a popular ship on the Internet that's either used in a platonic way or a romantic way. Sometimes the fans go too far with it an create angst, sometimes it becomes evident over the course of the show. We will talk about more SMG34/SMG43 moments in another analysis soon.
The analysis of the SMG34/SMG43 ship is next on out Character Analysis. Also, suggest ideas in the notes for anyone you want an analysis of from different shows after the SMG34/SMG43 analysis is done.
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Louis Tomlinson ‘Faith in the Future’ World Tour 2023
By: Steve Jennings (Photos and Text) | 11 AUG 2023
English singer-songwriter and former One Direction band member Louis Tomlinson is back out on the road in support of his second album, Faith in the Future. For his second world tour, he’s playing to an ever-growing audience—the crowd I witnessed could not get enough of him as evident from the adoring fans singing along to every word he sang. We spoke to Production Designer, Programmer, and Director Tom Taylor of TANCK about the tour.
Designer Tom Taylor started working on the current tour as the new album’s promo materials and aesthetics came to light. Taylor says it’s a more rugged and asymmetrical look than they’ve gone for before, meant to mirror a sort of dive bar aesthetic rather than a beautiful arena production. “This reflects the music off the latest album, which has a more grungy feel to it. There are touches in there such as the light boxes (loosely resembling the fluorescent lights of a nightclub toilet), and our custom camera housing (a hollowed out old VHS camcorder with a Marshall 4K camera inside) that bring it back to a more intimate venue feel than the true scale of the places we’re playing across the world.”
Taylor notes the show itself has definitely progressed and he would say feels more like a ‘show’ than a ‘gig‘ now; it has a start, middle, and end, with themes and segues to connect them throughout. “The video content is more to set a mood for the songs. We’re trying to stay away from anything too literal and obvious. This extends to the lighting programming as well where we largely refrain from hitting everything on the beat, fully ‘perfect’ timecoded hits throughout the rig. Hopefully the end result is that in those moments where we do go crazy with programming and rhythm, it’s much more interesting and stands out in the set.”
Since 2020, Taylor has worked with Francis Clegg on production design. They had worked together for about five years prior to that and have a complimentary skill set. “We’ve accelerated quite rapidly, taking on a design assistant in Jamie Lawrence and soon to have another member of the team joining,” Taylor says. “Whilst one of us is the company face to each artist or client, we work together 50/50 on every project behind the scenes. James Washer [Lighting Programmer] is often the first name on the team sheet when we pick up a show like this one… he just gets it; is a great programmer and time saving resource who knows how to interpret when I say something like ‘can the lights be a little more aggressive.’ Francis (Clegg) is also a fantastic programmer, so I was able to work alongside James in the rehearsals to finesse the previz programming.”
Although he’s on a MA Lighting grandMA3 surface, Taylor runs the show on MA2 software. The reason for that is because this tour goes everywhere in the world, and he knows he can get an MA2 anywhere without having to lug around small form consoles himself. Taylor much prefers to take a USB stick through an airport. “We are running a lot of things through the desk—lighting, video, camera switching, and automation. The MA makes this easier to deal with and the fixture cloning system is excellent, so I know I’m going to get a good replica of the show no matter what fixtures I get thrown wherever we go.”
The venue sizes this time around sort of called for a video element to be added, Taylor says. “The focus of the show is, of course, Louis, so plenty of close-up camera work to amplify his emotion. These are treated with overlays and masks created by [content creators] Two Suns and ourselves, with 3D animation work coming from Boxcat Studio. The whole system is run on a Resolume server. Camera switching is done from the MA console via Open Control, which sends OSC messages to the ATEM switcher, which ultimately sends it to the capture cards. This way we eliminate a touring video director (sorry!) and save a bunch of truck space on outboard equipment. The system works extremely well.”
Colour Sound Experiment out of London is the tour lighting, video, and rigging company. “We use them for a large portion of our shows. It’s very useful dealing with just one company who ‘do it all’ but also don’t cut any corners or scrimp to get the job done. The equipment is well maintained with a good selection of inventory to choose from.” Taylor says it probably took them about three iterations to get to the point they’re at now, keeping ideas from the previous versions until they got somewhere they were all happy with. “It was a bit of a process, but a great payoff. I should probably thank Louis and his Manager, Matt Vines, for their patience in putting it all together. There are a lot of (literally) moving parts to the stage with winches, light boxes, light bulbs, and our shuttering set piece at the back. Ultimately the show is dynamic and exciting, but all the elements sit nicely together as well.” Taylor was a bit unsure on using the GLP X4 Bars across the back because of the brightness difference to GLP’s FR10, for example, but they are exactly the right brightness for this gig without being overpowering, he says. “My absolute favorite moment of the show, where we have some crazy iridescent hyper color animation, is driven by the Ayrton Huracans… amazing lights, just don’t try to pick one up by yourself, they’re beasts!”
Tomlinson was really involved in the design of this one, and also much more open to trying new things and delivering a narrative through the show, adds Taylor. “Matt Vines should have a shout out for his contribution to the ‘ideas factory’ and being a great sounding board as we developed the show. PM Craig Sherwood has been incredible as always, never asking ‘why’ we want to make it look like a derelict bathroom, just making it happen. Finally, the tour’s secret weapon, technical maestro Sam Kenyon, who is quite literally irreplaceable, has been an excellent resource for actually delivering the show in the real world day after day.”
Production Team
Tour Manager: Tom Allen
Production Manager: Craig Sherwood
Production Design, Programmer & Director: Tom Taylor & Francis Clegg, TANCK
Lighting Programmer: James Washer
Lighting Crew Chief: James Box
Lighting Techs: Rick Carr, Amy Barnett
Stage Manager: Torin Arnold
Technical Manager: Sam Kenyon
Video Crew Chief: Dave Mallandain
Video Programmer: Jack Fone
Video Techs: Tim Curwen, Braden Pettigrew
Camera Operators: Mark Lawrence, Braden Pettigrew, Tim Curwen
Rigger: Mark Lawrence
Vendors
Lighting/Video/Rigging: Colour Sound Experiment/Acc. Rep. Haydn Cruishank
LED Trim: LED Creative
Custom Light Housings: OX Event House
Set Construction: Hangman UK
Video Content: Two Suns Creative, Boxcat Studio, TANCK
SFX: BPM SFX
Gear
Lighting
2 MA Lighting grandMA3 full-size
19 Ayrton Eurus Profile
6 Ayrton Huracan LT Profile
5 Claypaky Mini-B
12 Robe Spiider
72 GLP X4 Bar 20
16 GLP JDC Line 1000
10 GLP JDC1 Strobe
12 CHAUVET STRIKE Array 4
2 Chroma-Q Color Force II 12
16 Elumen8 COB PAR Endura
10 LEDJ Spectra Q15
3 Robe BMFL RoboSpot
Video
2 Resolume Server
23 Custom LED Trim
6 Video Screens, 2.5m x 2.5m
7 Marshall 503 Camera
3 Panasonic UE70 PTZ Camera
2 Blackmagic Design URSA G2 Camera
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
So I'm still living in the 2012-2015 fan fic era where all the avengers lived together and worked together and Bucky was still new to the team.
This is the beginning of a fic that I've wanted to write for a while, Im kinda posting it to see if anyone would actually be interested in a full fic
Bucky entered the briefing room, practically everyone was already there, staying close to the back wall. He was still apprehensive about being part of a team, still worried he would hurt someone, so it was better for him to stand, rather than sit at the table. They hadn't even let him on a mission yet, so a part of him was ready to retreat back to the room he was provided, but he didn't, it was important to show a willingness. The main five were chatting idly, along with a few of the others - he wasn't caught up yet on who was an avenger and who was just working for SHIELD.
Steve caught his gaze, nodding in a hello, then went back to talking with Tony. He was still wary - no that's not the word - he was careful around Bucky. Clearly not wanting to offend him, either with memories he didn't remember or his sad puppy eyes.
Widow entered the room and followed his movements, she was closer to the left door. At least they had an unspoken bond - if you could call trauma a bonding experience. Her eyes scanned the room and she left the wall, walking towards Barton and his free chair. They immediately engaged in a hot debate, furiously signing at each other. Bucky was alone on the wall again, but he didn't have time to wallow as Fury made a quick entrance.
"Get the lights." He spoke to anyone, the lights were dimmed and the screen he was standing in front of illuminated. "This is not your usual briefing." The screen showed a muted video of a girl, she was sitting at her desk and waving a USB.
"You showing us an unboxing video?"
"I wish it was that, Stark." Fury pulled up another screen, this one had a few different maps, each showing a target. "This YouTuber 'cutezieppoozie' found something that she was never meant to find." Bucky watched as the girl plugged in the USB, rookie move, who plugs something they don't know into their computer? "She says in this her aunt used to work for the government and had an accident at work, she then shows us this video. We've had to take it down."
The volume was turned up as the video came on. It was shoddy and shaky and clearly a violation of whatever contract had been signed. Dingy cells, some with crooked bars, some with oxygen proof doors. It was dark making it hard to differentiate between shadow and objects. The camera then showed the rigorous training of what looked like a small girl. She could teleport or 'phase' through those she was fighting. The clip ended abruptly and there were a few bloodied hospital beds, the new clip was filmed portrait as if she was hiding the camera. The beds held different people, there were two clearly familiar faces. The twins both looked weak. There was then someone familiar only to Bucky but he didn't know why, it was a big muscled man, he had most likely fought the man. Then, the video was of a woman that looked similar to 'cutezieppoozie', she had the same hair and eyes, she was sitting in a cupboard, looking worried. The woman spoke about how there were monstrous experiments going on and that she won't be a part of it. She says that she'll pass the camera on to another person and that is how she can prove she is serious.
You popped up, causing a few gasps - he almost joined in, he knew you. There was a point where you and he were neighbours in your cages. He was violent and cruel and you were nice. You offered friendship and when he was bleeding you helped him through the bars. You may have been the reason he was still here as being a Winter Soldier he was usually the punching bag for new recruits.
Your hair was matted and your skin sunken but your voice was just the same. "Fury, I need you. We're currently located in Sokovia, there are other bases - they move us around a lot. The Widows and Soldiers usually stay in Russia but a few have been left here for training purposes. They're making weapons, we have ghosts and witches and men that can move metal, men that are made of metal, beasts, hulks." A noise made you turn back, your hand covering the camera.
The aunt was back, telling the locations of each base, each correlating to one of Fury's maps. She then signs off by saying she hopes this finds the right people.
Fury pulls up a digital file of you and your SHIELD work. Your photo was pristine, your face beautiful (with or without makeup - he wasn't sure), your hair was cropped in a bob cut, your shoulders were meaty with muscles too. You looked amazing, he felt bad thinking of that but you did.
"Now the footage is old, I see apprehensive faces but we've managed to identify some bases that we never would have before because of this. This is an essential mission, disregarding (L/N), if there are more weapons, more soldiers, we need to neutralise them."
Fury was allocating team members to each location, a few new ones were added since some had already been liberated. Bucky left the wall, taking a few steps closer to the action, Fury's eye flickered up to him and back down again.
"Barnes, I want you in the field, too." Bucky schooled his features and nodded. "You'll go to Tiksi, there's a lot of ground there to cover. Falcon will meet you there."
"I can't believe she could be alive." Barton shook his head in disbelief.
"I can't believe you stopped looking." Wanda countered, crossing her arms.
"There were bigger fights." Banner defended, he picked up a pack and had a look through it. "Wouldn't you want me away from civilization? You've put me in Egypt."
"We want Banner not Hulk." Fury shrugged, "need your brains on this one."
The others lost themselves in conversation and Steve happened to find himself next to Bucky. "You're out on the field for this one." He commented.
"Yeah."
There was a long awkward pause before they both spoke at the same time.
"Be careful?"
"I recognised her."
Steve's eyes widened before he whisper-yelled, "What?"
"We were in the same cells." Bucky shrugged. "Or maybe I'd just seen her picture, I don't know."
"Are the memories from you?" Bucky shook his head once. "Maybe you should sit this one out, then." The frown on Bucky's face made Steve carry on, "I just mean that she may drag up old memories she doesn't mean to."
"I'm fine." And with that Bucky left the briefing.
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I bought a little laptop desk stand….. it came with a usb light and fan… that thing is so small the fan what use is it
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Almost half a billion small, cheap electrical everyday items from headphones to handheld fans ended up in landfill in the UK in the past year, according to research.
The not-for-profit organisation Material Focus, which conducted the research, said the scale of the issue was huge and they wanted to encourage more recycling.
More than half a billion cheaply priced electronic goods were bought in the UK in the past year alone – 16 per second. Material Focus findings showed that of these items, 471m were thrown away. This included 260m disposable vapes, 26m cables, 29m LED, solar and decorative lights, 9.8m USB sticks, and 4.8m miniature fans.
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Cache
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ch. xiv - what happened ?
wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader
in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets
In a blink of an eye, lunch break came. While everyone rushed out, you calmly put your books away.
"(y/n)!" you snapped your head up to see the source of the voice.
You put on a gentle smile as San approached you with a cute grin on his face, "Are you coming to lunch with us ??" He asked. You looked behind him to see Wooyoung by the door, waiting for you two as he bounced on the balls of his feet with Mingi jumping in front of the classroom window and Yeosang next to him, staring at you with a small smile on his face.
Honestly, you wanted to say yes and just hang with them but then you remembered that you were waiting for Kai's friend to come. So you sadly sighed at San, showing your disappointment, "I'm sorry San, I don't think I can," you said. San pouted back as he tilted his head, "Aww boo, that's too bad... Do you want us to get you something instead ?" He offered. You perked up at his offer and nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! Bread and milk sound nice," to which San nodded enthusiastically. Soon, he ran off to join the others who were waiting for him (and you initially) and waved off as they disappeared down the hall.
Despite feeling like you didn't fit in the first year you were around them, you were glad that at this moment in your life, you seemed to be able to make more friends. You wanted to prove your brother and parents wrong. Ever since your family came into money, they changed a lot. While it started from a different school and living situation, it progressed to them telling you just how they don't like how 'humble' you look. By humble, they meant shabby and poor. Although compared to Mingyu you've been more often exposed to money and luxury (being friends with Wooyoung whom at 4 years old wore a burberry scarf and used it to wipe mud off your 2 for 1 shoe from a discount rack at Dongdaemun), you don't really care much for it. Sure you're wearing branded backpacks that your mom bought and your laptop no longer needs to be fanned to function, but you don't see what's the point of changing your whole personality for money.
Above that, you don't get why your family felt the need to shame you and practically disregard your existence because you refuse to roll in a pile of 50.000 won bills.
Deep in your thought, you didn't realize someone was peeking into the classroom until they made their existence obvious.
"Hi, do you know where I can find (y/n) (y/l/n)?" the person asked.
You jolted slightly out of surprise. Once you realized that someone was talking to you, you sheepishly smiled at the person. "Sorry, that would be me," you said.
The person stepped into the classroom and boy is he cute. Tall, dark hair, and plump lips. You felt yourself blush as he approached you. "Kai told me to give you this," he said as he arrived to your desk, putting down a usb in front of you. You took it and nodded, "Thank you, Soobin," you smiled at him.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise, "How'd you know my name?" he asked, curious. You shrugged, "I've seen you around with Yeonjun in school and around our Cul-de-sac, I simply recognized you," you said, He nodded in understanding slowly when you pointed at his left chest, "And you have your nametag on," you grinned teasingly. At the mention of his nametag, he looked down at where you pointed, "Oh!" He exclaimed, seemingly surprised. The look on his face made you giggle.
Even without knowing him personally, you know that there were rumors going around about him and his friends. While Kai is very sweet, people gossip about how he's always seen at the dead of night in sketchy places. People also spoke of Taehyun and Yeonjun who seemed to frequent the hardware store with Soobin tailing behind, hands often occupied by chemicals. And then there's Beomgyu who has bloodied lips and bruises all over him at random times. The five of them screams trouble and people sided with Hongjoong (as he is the Student Body President) and his friends, not wanting to involve themselves with trouble.
But seeing Soobin being clumsy in front of you seemed to make you momentarily forget about the rumor that surrounds him. As much as he seemed scary, you saw a softer side to him. Makes you wonder about what's behind the rumors, how much of it is the truth.
Just as how Soobin's demeanor made you think, your own reaction to him made him freeze and stare. Soobin knows he's a good looking guy and due to that, girls has become something that of a tedious task to him, something that he doesn't really have much care for. No matter how many girls throw themselves at him and whatever trick they pull on him, it just makes him annoyed. But here you are, in front of him, giggling and suddenly his heart started skipping a beat every now and then.
"U-uh, what's the assignment about anyways?" Soobin asked, breaking the silence. "Some business analysis stuff. I initially wanted to do market analysis on the FMCG industry, but Kai suggested that we do logistics instead since it's related to many other industries," you explained. Soobin nodded at your words and turned around. You thought he would've decided to go out but he turned back around with a chair pulled up to your side close to you much to your surprise.
"You know," he started as he sat down, "Yeonjun's dad has one of the biggest logistics company in South Korea. They have partnerships with Western companies," he said. Your eyes widened in surprise, "Yeonjun? I thought his parents are giants in the Fashion and Cosmetology Industry?" "That's his mom, his dad handles logistics. If you or Kai need real time data, you could always ask for him," he smiled. Your heart skipped a beat when you see his smile, it was so pure and innocent, a different contrast to his ripped jean jacket and bruises on his knuckles.
"Why would she asked him when she has us?" a voice rang through the classroom.
Both your and Soobin's head snapped back to see San angrily glaring at you two. One hand was squishing a custard bun and the other wet with milk from a carton that he squeezed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked as he walked closer. Your eyes shifted between him and Soobin who leaned back with a smirk on his face, "I'm accompanying (y/n) here. She was alone and I assumed you left her here without any care, so why not?" he said as he draped an arm behind your own chair. The sight seemed to set San off as he threw both items on the floor and ran up to you. It was obvious that San is shorter and skinnier than Soobin, but he still managed to grab Soobin by the collar and pulled him up slightly, "Don't mess around with my friends, you asshole!" He growled menacingly in front of Soobin's face who seemed awfully calm. Soobin tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think I'd wanna mess around?" he taunted.
From the side, you don't know what to do. You felt like you should break them apart but with how San looked, you don't know if you really should interfere. But you decided you should try to avoid further misunderstandings, "San, he just came here to give me Kai's assignment," you said. San snapped his head at you and stared, seemingly contemplating. Then he turned to look at Soobin again, "I don't trust you," he muttered lowly which made Soobin rolled his eyes, "And you think I trust you? You're stupider and far more delusional than I thought," he scoffed.
Just as you were about to say something, you heard footsteps and you saw Wooyoung and Yeosang walking in. You looked at them as if you're screaming for their help. Thankfully, they reacted quickly. They went to San and pulled him off of Soobin, seemingly avoiding touching Soobin altogether. "Dude, not here," Wooyoung said. Initially, San seemed like he didn't care, his glare was hard on Soobin and he seemed reluctant to move on. "He might say something and we don't want that," Wooyoung tried to reason again. At that, San seemed to relaxed a little.
Finally, he stepped back from Soobin and Soobin was able to move freely. As he dusted himself off and fixed his collar, San pointed at him, "Just make sure this reject knows his place and stay the fuck away from something he has no right of," he spat out.
That seemed to tick Soobin off badly as he stood up with clenched fist. The glare he gave to San allowed you to finally understand why people feared him so much.
At first you thought that he was gonna say something to San, maybe to defend himself. But the way they were staring at each other, you could assume that they were communicating.
With a huff, Soobin kicked the chair he sat on, making you jolt in surprise while the other three just stared at him. Soobin then pushed past the three, his big stature could've knocked them down easily, and exited the classroom without saying anything else.
You could only stare at him in wonderment thinking, what happened?
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how i started making music
after visions by grimes came out, she told the press she produced the entire album (and everything before it) on garageband. i took that and ran with it; i had been given an ancient macbook my sister used in college that weighed ten pounds and burned any surface it sat on to use in high school and i knew it had garageband. i played piano and violin and sang and would over the years try desperately to learn guitar but felt like DAW production was a less accessible skill. before garageband i used audacity to record little songs a la canadian songwriting hero nicole dollanganger. she becomes relevant again shortly. so like a year later, ariel pink and grimes got into a PR tussle, and i knew him after a taste of before today (i think the song was fright night) came up on my tumblr feed. soon i was an ariel pink super fan. by this time (mid 2010s) i listened to two artists and an unrelated genre almost exclusively--ariel pink, crystal castles, and black metal. i spent hours on soulseek trying to scrounge up demos and live recordings by bands i couldnt cross-reference with metal archives or rym. i also listened to all the staples; mayhem, immortal, darkthrone, judas iscariot, and he who shall not be named... etc. nicole dollanganger had remained a massive influence for me because her lyrical themes and production style (sort of) was the convergence in my primary musical listening rotation. during this time i purchased my first portable tascam recorder, drum machine, and learned to transfer my casio presets into midi presets so i could mess around with the sounds. decided to learn how to do this after i destroyed a small casio attempting to circuitbend. i was learning how to transfer my tape recordings to my computer and also record my synthesizer directly onto tape and not through amp and mic (i know i can't believe some of things weren't common sense to me either) too. the only thing i spent any considerable amount of money on is ableton. all of my gear is old and/or broken and/or purchased for cheap. it's been some time since all this... the quantity of music i have recorded over the last give or take fifteen years is quite overwhelming, i would say i only return to recordings from the last eight years. of course i lost pretty much half of it in the thrush of living life and currently i have limited access to my equipment and tape+usb stored recordings because they are physically hidden lol. my full setup will be back some day but i have a lot of material to work with in my apartment just on my laptop, which is a newer macbook, also handed down to me by blood relatives.
fin..
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Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 2
Part 1 ||
I'm trying not to linger for too long with the chapters. I know where I want to head with this, and doing too much exposition might branch me into other sub-plots and I don't have the energy for thaaaaat.
So far I'm having fun with this AU :]
Quick note that this AU is set years after the events of the two movies. Characters are mid 20's to early 30's.
Also, goddamn, never thought I'd be researching things about collecting evidence and its naming convention for a court case 😂 writing does indeed make me learn a bunch of stuff~
The card was safe.
All scans indicated that no trackers were attached, to which Donnie couldn't help laughing at, in a sense.
What a lost opportunity.
Yet again, maybe that woman had no need to track anyone .... for the moment.
It was with a long sigh that Donatello finally sat at his desk, staring at anywhere his eyes would fall.
Leo had chewed him up a little after this failure of a mission.
How could he have predicted this, anyway? It's not as if they're to expect random people at every missions they go out to!
Donnie pinched in-between his eyes, right under his glasses, trying to clear his thoughts. He next nonchalantly got the woman's card out of his pocket, taking a moment to look over the drawing once again.
What a clown, he thought.
Leaving it on his desk, he next lunged towards a toolbox nearby, retrieving an utility knife. Then hunching over the small piece, he proceeded to careful cut around the felt chip inside.
Getting the prize out of its prison, Donnie then went for a USB key into which he could insert the hardware into a designed slot.
He paused before plugging the device into his computer, opting first to open a secured session - to avoid any infiltraton nor leaks.
Plugging the USB key, he didn't have to wait long before a file opened, revealing two documents.
The first one contained code, which he knew must have been what was used to confuse his tracking. The other was a single textfile:
Congratulations!
To anyone reading this, you're not a complete idiot :)
If I took anything from you, I am not sorry. Learn to keep your information under better security, you fucking scrub.
If you found this randomly, or you're a fan of my work, consider paying me for my good broker's work.
Follow the white rabbit and you'll find your way ;)
With love,
smooth_criminal
"Follow the white rabbit?" pondered Donnie to himself.
Opening back the code file, he started to search for keywords.
"Smooth_criminal" found several instances, hinting that it was her username, or rather administrator name, on her computer.
Curious, he then searched for "white rabbit". There were indeed some instances, and starting from the top always had the text followed by a "go lower" mention.
Donnie couldn't help the light smirk on his lips. She was clearly referencing Alice in Wonderland, following the rabbit down its hole. The last mention was found next to a website address, one Donnie had already seen before. It was one of those sketchy places on the dark web that often dealt in information brokering, doxxing, questionable freelance contracts, you name it! Personally he was not a fan, but it did prove an interesting starting point whenever he needed to start his searches somewhere.
Knowing he'd have some ways to go before finding any of her traces, he paused his work and instead went to prepare some coffee.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
***
Unsurprisingly enough, Donnie did find a user by the name of "smooth_criminal".
How original.
Was it her, though? There was always a possibility that she could have set breadcrumbs towards a dummy account, or simply some random person on that website.
But now knowing that she was an information broker, if she were to build herself a brand, she simply couldn't lead any potential clients away.
Retrieving an account Donatello had created ages ago, he first poked around the forums to first get a grasp of how she was operating around.
Well-versed in internet speak, yet remaining professional, the woman appeared to always wanting to get straight to the point. Time was money, and if she had to poke often in order to get simple information, she was quick to dismiss anybody.
Many users were leaving good reviews about her work; impartial and efficient were the major key words. She didn't give a fuck about your background or what you were doing with the information. In the end it was only a job waiting to be done.
Who wanted the Foot investors' list then, wondered Donnie as he opened a window to send her a direct message.
He had to make sure it was really her.
HookedOnCoffee: What are your prices?
He sat back in his chair, patiently looking at the screen.
It surprisingly didn't take long to spot the usual three dots in the chat, indicating that she was typing.
smooth_criminal: Depends on the type of information you want and the equipment I have to use. Can range from 700 to 1K+. What's your need?
Goddamn. Donnie was quick to open his bank account information (something he always kept hidden from his brothers, but definitely not from his father).
It's been a while since he last did some freelance work, so his funds were starting to get low, but he could still afford something - relunctantly.
Yet he also wanted to test her skills...
HookedOnCoffee: I need you to retrieve lost information about Sacks Group Ltd.
smooth_criminal: You realize that company was disbanded years ago with the arrestation of Eric Sacks, yes?
Donnie smirked. He already knew where to get the information.
HookedOnCoffee: Are you comfortable with reaching into police classified documentation? They have digital records that may prove difficult to access... Only if you feel up to the challenge.
He felt like a smartass - and he liked it.
smooth_criminal: Just 'cause you're assuming I'd be a coward about it, I'll charge you 2K. Half of it before, second half when I have the info. You want it when?
Now Donatello wasn't smiling anymore...
He glanced at his finances another time, sighing. He'd definitely need to refill his account after this.
Welp, no sleep for me in the upcoming weeks.
HookedOnCoffee: The sooner, the better. Start tomorrow night. The information is at the Police Department at 1 Police Plaza Path, Lower Manhattan. Near the City Hall.
smooth_criminal: Send me the money and you got yourself a deal.
"A deal I could've done myself," mumbled the terrapin, sourly giving away the first part of the sum.
***
Of course it had to rain on that night.
The end of winter and early signs of spring always brought this weird shift in the weather that always froze Donnie straight to his bones.
Perched on a tall building near the given spot, he lowered his googles onto his glasses, shifting the lenses for a night vision.
He knew the best point of entrance would be by the building's roof, especially through the large vent openings.
Would the woman need to make her way to the actual hardware, or could she hack herself from a distance? The terrapin couldn't help feeling curious about her course of action - as outlawed it may be.
He spotted a form making its way on top of the police's building.
Was that a grappling hook?
He was starting to get a little impressed...
It indeed looked like the woman he saw back at that Foot stronghold, recognizing parts of her gear and those flashing green googles.
"Gotcha," smiled the turtle to himself, noticing her get into a vent.
He sprung to action, calculating his jump and fall to land straight onto the police building. Setting up a remote tracker into the vent she went into, he opted for another entry point - one he knew would converge with hers at some point.
One advantage of being the slimmest out of his brothers was that he could easily make his way through the tunnels. His weight was still a concern, mostly due to his techm but Donnie felt no rush to make his way completely to the woman, prefering to get a screen out and take control of the remote tracker he sent.
He wouldn't lie about the fact that he did prepare for this coup. He already had a layout of the vents and knew where the information was stored. Did that smooth criminal do the same?
Donnie stopped his tracker around a corner, soon getting a view of the woman now looking down through a grid.
She first got a device out of one of her bags, turning it on and slightly slapping its side with a grunt. The antenna on it brought Donatello to guess that it might be a sort of camera jammer. Tapping some instructions in, the woman switched her device for a sort of screwdriver, then taking care of the grid. She first started diagonally, then holding a loose part of the grid and unscrewing the remaining corners. It allowed her to hold the grid and attach it to her grappling hook, then gently lowering it into the room below.
She graciously made her way down, Donnie's tracker following suit as careful as he could.
The next room was filled with computer towers and only two screens in one corner. The terrapin smirked when he got a look through his screen. Of course there wasn't going to be a server to tap into for easy access.
Which computer had the right information? That could take hours to find out...
The intruder appeared defeated for moment, patiently making her way around the room and trying to find any potential revelation as to which information was stored where.
She brought her left wrist up, a hologram screen appearing and she was then scrolling through different windows and texts.
Tapping to the side of her facemask, she then proceeded to launch a call, to Donnie's great confusion.
As soon as it picked up, the other end of the line announcing itself to be NYPD's bureau of investigations, the woman started to talk, but her voice was now mimicking another.
"Chief Rebecca Vincent speaking," said the woman - and her tone was indeed modified to resemble Vincent's. "There is a request pending for disclosing evidence of the Sacks Group Ltd case. I have a team that must access their digital files for a classified investigation."
"We can have the hardware delivered to any desired precinct-"
"The team will be going directly to the department in order to avoid unecessary dispatch of the evidence. I only need the serial number of the machine on which the information is stored, and my investigators will reach into it first thing tomorrow morning."
"Appendix FAP.SGL-14-TRN-1318.LAN"
"Thank you, that is all."
The call ended, leaving Donnie slightly impressed.
Not bad... not bad at all!
If she had been smarter, she would've researched the court case and found that information beforehand - but his request of acquiring the evidence in the briefest delays might have pushed her to accelerate her processes.
The criminal was next on the move, easily finding the labeled computer and whipping out an external drive to plug it into. Tapping onto the devices with her left wrist's hologram, she completed the transfer in no time.
"Easy peasy," came out the woman's voice in its flanged tone, disconnecting her device.
She got one of her calling cards out, placing it on the computer tower before turning heels and proceeding to climb back up the vent and seal it shut.
What a goddamn fool, thought Donnie, already moving his tracking device towards the card. You don't leave evidence after such a flawless performance...
Collecting it, the mutant then steered the tracker through a hole in the grid, after making sure that the woman was no longer in sight.
He finally got on the move as well, ordering his device to track back to him automatically. If he was quick enough, maybe he'd get to see where the other would head next.
The downpour was hitting harder now, instantly souring Donnie's mood. Collecting his tracker and the card, he didn't wait to scan the perimeters, hoping to catch any traces of the human.
The rain was making it harder to catch anything, his sensors mostly picking activity from nearby cars and some daring pedestrians out in this weather.
Unwillingly forfeiting, the terrapin shook some water off before deciding to head back to the Lair...
***
The first thing Vee needed was a hot shower.
As she got into her small apartment, she instantly dropped her gear onto the nearest table, then stripping down and throwing her soaked clothes into a corner.
Standing beneath the hot stream, she closed her eyes, letting any and all stress wash down the drain.
Her mind did wander back to the information she was tasked to gather. Usually her clients would request data that was fresh or of a high value ... so for her to collect documents from Eric Sacks' company seemed to be completely out of the blue.
Curiosity killed the cat. Stepping out of the shower and quickly putting out panties and a large hoodie, she grabbed the external drive and plugged it into her computer.
Her initial search through the files mostly revealed budgets, employee files, so on and so forth. But her eyes did catch something about the project 'Renaissance', the simple mention of turtle subjects grabbing her interest.
Her thoughts brought her back to that night at the Foot's stronghold. She truly did wonder if she would ever see one of them again, although it might not be in her best interests.
Maybe her commissioner wanted information as well regarding those mutants? With a shrug, Vee first copied the documents to herself, then zipping the rest for her client.
Logging onto the usual website, she first pinged her investor:
smooth_criminal: Here is a shot of the file, showing you that I have it. Send me the rest of the decided price and I will send it your way right away.
She couldn't help yawning, hoping her client wouldn't answer late so she could go to sleep next...
After what felt like an eternity (frankly, it was more like 5 minutes), she saw the usual three dots pop up in the conversation.
HookedOnCoffee: I hope it wasn't too much of a hassle for you.
And with that, they sent the rest of the money, Vee already accepting and then starting the transfer.
smooth_criminal: I do not disclose any details of the operation. You have your information, that's what matters.
HookedOnCoffee: Aight. Business is business, I get it.
Vee did lightly fiddle her fingers above her keyboard, debating if it was a good idea to poke about the data...
smooth_criminal: ... I'm curious though, why Sacks? Forgive my intrusion, but that company was mostly dealing in the medical sphere. The only interesting document I can think of would be in regards to the project Renaissance.
She hoped she wasn't shooting herself in the foot.
Vee usually wanted to avoid digging into her client's affairs, but with her recent meeting with the turtles, she only wanted to connect some dots.
The other's answer took some time before being delivered.
HookedOnCoffee: Some components of that project need to be revisited for personal matter. I will only leave it at that.
Fair.
Vee kept a mental note to dig more into the files. Maybe there was indeed something in there that could be worth selling for...
***
Donnie could't have wished for a more ideal situation. Getting that file transfer from her gave the terrapin all the information he needed in order to tap into her system, plus the discreet session hijack he could launch alongside the last money payment.
He didn't want to log into her hardware right away, fearing that it would raise an instant suspicion on the woman's part. Instead he prefered to be entertained by her random inquiry about project Renaissance.
Aren't you supposed to be impartial or something?
He didn't really need the information - in fact he already had most of the files thanks to April and the police department. There wasn't much to be found in those documents, except the mention of the green ooze that was classified as alien. Most, if not all of it had been lost in the lab fire, which resulted in the substance never being really studied other than the initial tests.
There were traces in his family's blood and it could be tested ... but they did really need to?
Donatello saved the woman's system information with a satisfied tap on his keyboard. As he leaned back into his chair with a relieved sigh, Raphael was walking nearby the workstation, having just finished a training session.
"What's up, nerd?" asked the red banded one.
"Oh I just love when things go according to plan," smiled the bespectacled mutant.
He vaguely gestured his screen, looking over at his brother with a smug expression.
"Remember that woman that stole the information from that Foot stronghold?"
"... I mean, I didn't see her, but yes."
"I've tracked her and I might be able to hack into her system."
Raph was now intrigued, coming closer and soon a smirk creeping on his features.
"Can you get a view from her webcam? Is she hot?"
"I, uh-"
That's right, he could see how she looked like!
But was it wise to risk it now?...
"If she's smart, she either doesn't have a cam, or the view is blocked when not in use."
"Ay, come on, let's try anyway," nudged the large terrapin.
Here goes nothing...
Using the ID he gathered, he was able to bypass firewalls by disgusing his connection as a simple operating system check. Entering some commands on his side, he soon had a list of accessible devices; one being indeed a webcam.
He glanced at Raph before hovering and clicking the option with his cursor.
"If she notices and blocks my connection, you're a dead man."
"Good luck trying to beat me, twig."
With a double-click, a new window popped onto the screen, first giving out a black screen.
After a quick loading, a video feed now appeared, allowing the two turtles to witness a view into the woman's apartment; and her form as well.
She was up and about, collecting some of her gear she had scattered on her arrival.
"Bro, is she only wearin' a hoodie?" started Raph.
Donnie pointed at the screen when the woman bent forward.
"She has panties on."
Both brothers looked at eachother, smirking.
"Nice," they said in unison.
Looking back at the screen, Donatello took notes of her appearance.
Colored hair, glasses, some visible tattoos on her legs and one at the top of her right hand. He knew she also had one on her chest, but did she have more? She wasn't bad looking - in fact he'd be a liar to say she was anything else but pretty.
Her apartment appeared small, but quite enough for her needs. Various tech and scraps were laying around, the woman obviously working on some new gadgets of her own.
"Watchu gonna do now that you found her?" questionned the red clad mutant.
Donnie's finger tapped on his desk, pondering the question himself.
"... I'm quite not sure, to be honest. My first instinct would be to retrieve the information she took from us, but at the same time I want to know more about her. She seems quite capable with technology, and from what I've found she's also a competent information broker. ... I'm worried she's using all that talent for the wrong reasons."
"Ya think she could become an asset for the team?"
The purple clad mutant's gaze remained on the woman on screen, weighing what his brother said.
"... High risk, high reward. She could be useful, but there could be a potential danger that she'd out us out to anyone offering a large amount of money."
"Not if you intimidate her out of the idea," shrugged Raph.
Donnie frowned: "I won't do that!"
"I will then."
"No, just- Stop! Let me think over this."
Still frowning, he continued to look over at the woman, the gears of his mind turning.
Frankly, he wanted to meet her again.
***
Living a normal life always paled so much compared to the thrills of seeking out information around the city.
Her day job was more of an alibi. Getting employeed at a coffee shop that was opened 24/7 only offerred the greatest opportunity to alter a payroll and, bam!, yes I was working on that night.
Sighing as she closed the entrance door behind her, Vee's steps lingered out of fatigue, first making her way towards the small kitchen and grab a glass of water.
She had been sollicited a lot lately from various contractors, offerring her very little to no sleep over the last few days.
As she walked past her computer, she halted after a few steps - and mid-drink - and frowned as she looked over her screens.
Is she really that tired? Is the mouse cursor moving on its own??
She watched for some minutes as she saw windows getting opened and closed, all on their own. Annoyed, she took a seat and forcefully grabbed the control back on the cursor.
Opening a notepad document, she instantly wrote:
Hello??? Who the fuck do you think you are???
Some lines were skipped, a simple word being added:
Hi :)
"Esti d'criss," she swore in French before rushing out of her seat.
She made a beeline to her router, knocking stuff over in her hurry.
First unplugging the box, she looked back over her screen like a deer facing headlights, almost expecting an entity to jump out of there for some reason...
Finally walking back to her desk, she first saw that the internet connection had successfully been cut.
When glancing back at the previously opened notepad, she saw another line written:
Don't worry, I just wanted to know more about you. I got what I needed. We'll meet one day.
That sent a shiver down Vee's spine - not the good kind.
She tried to go over the list of people she last dealt with. Did she provoke anyone without really wanting to? Or maybe it was a weirdo that was too enamored with her work?
Freaked out for the evening, Vee decided to turn off her machine, prefering to focus on anything else.
((Part 3))
#it's-a-moi#villain au#usual sorry for any mistakes#lol 'haha I'm gonna write small chapters'#and here I go writing this freakin' long ass thing#I mean - I've written longer#but for this story I shouldn't be going that hard lol#Oh well ... at least I'm having fun - so that's what counts#next chapter is going to be fun :>
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A couple ways to improve Sims 4 performance (in order of ascending complexity/cost)
When you run your game, close all other applications. The more you're asking your computer to do at once, the slower it'll run. When you're playing the Sims, close your discord, your web browser, music players, and any other applications you're running.
Delete unused files and empty your computer's trash. If your computer's hard drive is full or nearly full, your computer will run more slowly. You should regularly empty the trash on your computer and delete old and unused files. If you need to store a lot of files (especially big files like pictures and video), move them off your computer's hard drive and onto a small, portable drive or cloud storage before deleting them off your computer.
Clean out your computer's fans. Computers generate heat as they run, which is why your computer has built-in fans. They're intended to cool your computer as it runs, but dust accumulates inside over time, decreasing the fan's effectiveness. For around $10, you can buy canned air to blow the dust out of your fans, increasing their cooling capacity.
Invest in a laptop cooling pad. To help keep your laptop from overheating, you can get an external fan system. Laptop cooling pads cost between $15 and $40, and plug into your laptop via a USB port. Extra external fans support your laptop's built-in cooling systems and help keep your laptop from overheating. If I forget to turn on my fans before opening the game, I have a ton of lag even without running Gshade/reshade. When I turn the fans on, my game is running more smoothly within minutes, with significant reductions in lag and fewer dropped frames.
Upgrade your computer's RAM. If you're comfortable taking your laptop apart (it sounds intimidating, but for most PCs it's actually pretty quick and easy! they're designed to be taken apart and put back together), you can easily swap out your computer's default RAM stick for one with a greater capacity. My computer comes with 4 GB of built-in RAM plus 8 GB of removable RAM for a total of 12 GB. For $35 plus 20 minutes of work, I was able to swap out the 8 GB RAM stick for a 16 GB RAM stick, bringing my total to 20 GB. My game runs a lot more smoothly now! To check if this is possible for your device, go into your device settings and check to see if your computer is at its maximum RAM capacity. If not, google "[your exact device model] compatible RAM" and order a compatible RAM stick. If you've never taken a laptop apart before (and hell, even if you have) I'd recommend finding and watching a video tutorial to show you exactly how to take your computer apart and what to look for (google "[your exact device model] RAM upgrade tutorial."
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