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someone-always-cares · 3 years

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. 5 pages styled in a manner similar to a medical brochure titled “navigating your new abilities, what does this mean for me?”. the brochure is about superpowers, what the are, side effects and health risks, and job oppurtunities. the brochure has white and light blue for the main colours, with a dark purple accent. page 1: mostly showing a girl transforming, with the title listed above, with smaller text reading “created and supported by the paragon institute for superheroism.” the girl is a younger white woman who has a light purple colour scheme, long straight hair and bangs, a crop top, and elbow pads. shes shown from the waist up, half her body and an arm cut out of the photo. her transformation takes the form of dripping black-purple goop spreading, with a starry texture. a similar texture takes up the image background.

page 2: title: what are superpowers?. “Superpower is a term used for superpowered abilities that go beyond the natural abilities and conventional laws of reality. There are little limits to the potential types of abilities that a super powered person may possess.

It is currently unknown what causes superpowered abilities. Despite many theories, the only known way to guarantee superpowers is to inherit them from a parent.

London has the highest percentage of superpowered people in the entire world, in addition to having 42% of all supers in the united kingdom”

next to this text is a grinning woman in pink winking while posing with one hand on her hip, and the other in a fist held up. the woman has long wavy pale pink hair, light brown skin, many freckles, and hot pink eyes. her outfit is a pink dress and gloves, pale pink tattered cape, and a hot pink long sleeved undershirt.

“how do i use and control my abilities? Superpowered people will typically have an innate sense for how to transform and use their abilities,but like any skill it will take time and effort to fully control their abilities.

In some rare cases, a superpowered person may lack control over their powers to the extent where it can cause harm to those around them.

This is most common in those who have inherited their abilities. In these cases the P.I.S offers programs to assist these people in learning control with 24/7 care and supervision. If you or someone you know requires these programs, please call our number or otherwise contact us via our website.

Due to the range of superpowered abilities, there is no one-size-fits-all method of developing control, however, the P.I.S do offer training services, of which you can read more about atwww.pis.uk/pis-services/training

next to this is a teenage superhero, an androgynous boy with a grey colour scheme, smiling slightly, his arm turning into smoke. he has light grey hair and eyes, brown skin and a dark grey bodysuit. he has a grey poncho/cape conbo and gloves, both of which are lined with light grey fleece or fur. his outfit looks as if is was meant for cold weather.

page 3: what are some other symptoms of superpowered abilities? Superpowers are also accompanied by complete transformations, including bodily and outfit transformations. Body transformations will include a change of eye and hair colour, but can also include a wide variety of changes, commonly including changes to eyes, ears, and hands, animal-like features, changes in shape, colour, additional limbs and features, and more.

below that is 5 examples, inside circles with a white border: a close up of an eye, all blue including sclera, the pupil is pale and slit like a cat. next is a close up of a green haired braid. next if also from behind, a red haired person with red wings, the longest feathers of which are white. while the last three arent of any known character, the latter two are wraith, shown from behind, only showing hair and a cape, and part of an arm, and quartz, a close up of his elf-like ear.

Outfit transformations are even more varied in appearance, and will typically be in various shades of the persons 'main' colour. It is common for the outfit to contain additional accessories, tools, and weapons. Electronic devices created from these transformations do not need recharging and if using internet or data, will use the strongest available signal to do so. It is illegal to create, use, or otherwise have in the open, a weapon in public without a registered superhero licence.

The act of transformation will vary from person to person, but will usually involve a bright light, and is likely to reflect the user's powers of their effects. In the case of those inheriting their abilities, they will inherit body traits and transformations from any and all superpowered ancestors.

The effects of a transformation will likely change through a superpowered person's lifetime. A change will usually happen after a dramatic change in the person's personality, ideals, traumatic incident, or other life development, although a change is not guaranteed, and will rarely occur without these.

The first transformation will usually be the simplest aesthetically both in outfit and body, with simple details, but will usually get more complicated, and it's likely to gain more body transformations as more changes happen. A superpowered person may experience 1-2 changes every 10 years.

Objects and outfits created via transformation will dissipate upon detransformation, regardless of if it is removed from the person. The same goes for additional limbs and features that do not exist on the original body, although these injuries are permanent, unlike clothes and objects which will reform upon transformation.

page 4: other known possibilities of transformations:

- Partial changes to a transformation may occur in the event of permanent injury, such as gaining a prosthetic after losing a limb, but nothing else in the outfit changes.

-It is possible for a transformation's change to be affected by other superpowered persons. This is commonly shown by similarities in outfit transformations, as elements of the superpowered persons apperance change to resemble each other.

-Changes in colour are extremely rare and usually only occur in small aspects

other changes and risks: Some changes are permanent and may not disappear when a superpowered person detransforms.

-Reproductive changes: Any biological offspring will have the exact same powers as the parent. However, pregnancy will be risky, and have a high rate of failure, especially if the mother does not have any superpowered abilities.

-Dreams: While there is no known reason for this occurrence, supers will rarely be able to remember their dreams, except those with dream related abilities or legacy supers. However, despite this the people in question will usually be experiencing nightmares, and superpowered people are at high risk for night terrors and sleep terror disorder.

-A superpowered person's body will adapt to their powers and it is extremely unlikely for one to be harmed by their own power, but this may result in permanent changes that may cause inconvenience in daily life. If this is something you or a loved one experience, please inform your GP

-Overuse of powers: While powers appear to be adapted to not cause harm to the user, overuse of powers can result in a large amount of pain and possible long term damage

below that is an image of two people, on looking like a doctor, a pale man with dull brown hair and dull green eyes, dressed as a doctor and smiling with a clipboard, looking at a person shown from behind, with long mint hair.

page 5: what does this mean for me?

Discovering and controlling your abilities is often the first step one may take inbecoming a superhero. Here at the P.I.S we offer many pathways to doing so,including all required training, courses, and experiences.

We also acknowledge that some super powered people do not seek to become asuperhero, but the P.I.S still has a place for them! We offer many career pathsand courses for almost any job and our career advisors can match up the perfectpower-job combinations to give you a leg up if you are interested in using yourabilities in your career. For more information, visit jobs.pis.uk

Use of powers in a job, or to otherwise earn money using superpowered abilities,without a license is a serious offence that can result in fines starting from £5000,and a potential ban from working in that field.

below is the superhero arrow, grinning at a woman in a plain looking suit. he has one hand on his hip and the other is shaking hands with the woman. the women has red hair and eyes, and pointy red nails.

Due to the nature of superpowered abilities, it is important to gettailored advice and support for affected individuals.For more information call us at our support helpline at 020 7946 0xxx. Both our lines are open from 8:30am-10pm mon-fri and 9:30am-9pm sat.You can also visit our website for more resources at pis.uk/resources. end id]

sorry for last weeks lack of update, irl stuff is happening too much and too fast

anyway heres something ive wanted to do for a while, a pamphlet thats kinda medical style? it seemed like it would be fun and i wanted an excuse to try something new and im always down to infodump (affectionate) about my ocs

however im half asleep, ive already delayed an update for a week, and im a little stressed so i didnt get a proper proofread so sorry if theres any typo or if i left a placeholder in ill get it later if i see any late

edit: did i really forget to fucking finish the fake phone number at the end? anyway sometimes fake phone numbers are reserved for tv and stuff if a phone number is needed, thats the one used for london fake numbers, i just forgot to finish it until i went back to write the id there

#someone always cares #sac #webcomic #lore #worldbuilding #im nervous to post bc i was like. is this to self indulgent? will people like it?#and then i was like bro.#its my fucking webcomic OF COURSE its self indulgent that half the fucking point #some of this is stuff ive rambled lots to friends but realised oh it just hasnt come up in comic so here it is i guess #im hoping this is readable bc i can read it fine on my phone

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joshslater · 4 years

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I would normally be able to roughly keep track of time by how thirsty I was. Master didn't usually tie me up, but there had been many scenes planned by others that had kept me in different kinds of bondage for many hours. This was different on a whole new level. The penis gag kept leaking small amounts of something not quite water. It was the same viscosity, but it tasted more like cum. Perhaps diluted cum, but that wouldn't taste as much as this did, I would guess. It would slowly drip from the end of the rubber dick, back in the mouth where you could easily accidentally inhale it instead. And since you are gagged you can only cough out the liquid through your nose. You quickly learn you can suck it and get a full shot at once, and then nothing for like a few minutes until it starts to trickle again. Makes it bearable, but keeps you awake. I'm getting off-topic I guess. I'm exhausted. I would think that's understandable as this has been by far my longest session, days possibly. I have no way to tell.

This isn't the first time they've changed something or moved my position, but this is the first time they are letting me walk. What a sight that must have been. I could feel them remove the restraints and the other things, one by one. All except the gag, the hood, and the chastity cage. God, that cage has probably been worse than any of the other stuff they did. I have no idea what nasty stuff they smeared on my dick, but I would happily fuck a tube of bengay instead any time. After they smeared the dick in whatever that was they slipped on the tight cage, the kind the also go up the urethra. I've been caged before many times, but pretty soon it just sits there, keeping you horny and impotent. But this shit, it acted as viagra gel, constantly keeping my dick struggling to break free. I can feel it's still trying. But I'm rambling again I guess.

It's the mental version of what pathetic spasms I do when they help me up to walk once the bondages were off. There are at least two of them I can feel, one on each side helping me up, and supporting my steps forward. I feel my mobility is getting back, though we are slowly going somewhere. I can't see where though, for the black sock or whatever covering my head. We are indoors, but it is a bit chilly. That might just be me being naked and suddenly have a blood flow. The floor feels like concrete, I think. Hard and cold.

We walk pretty far, only turning once, and the sound I hear sounds like echoes of a corridor. We turn right and walk into a new room. I can hear more people here, though no one is speaking. After a few turns my guides stop me and something is rolled towards me from behind. I can hear them fiddle with something, then they grab me again, and one of them tells me to sit down slowly. They still hold me, guiding me to whatever I'm supposed to sit on. I suddenly feel a blunt point going up between my ass cheeks. Another butt plug or similar. I slowly lower myself onto it. It is well lubed, and I have had far bigger things up my ass just in the last hour, so I manage to impale myself easily and sit myself down on the modified office chair. It might not be a very thick plug, but it goes deep. Hands grab booth my ankles and pull them backward on either side of the central pole below the seat and I can feel them being secured in some sort of padded, stiff shackles mounted below the seat. Finally I hear a wheel on the side of the chair being turned quickly. I feel the butt plug slowly expanding in my ass, forcing me to sit more and more upright. Certainly more than what I would have liked with the legs folded back the way they are. Then they leave.

I'm more or less naked, secured to a chair, but my arms are free for the first time in I don't know how long. I had cuffs on while master took me to this place. I'm fighting the urge to stretch my arms. I don't know what this is, but if it is a test, I want to succeed. I suppose I could remove my face sock in one quick motion, but that would definitely be a fail. I don't think I want to touch my dick. As painful as it is right now, I don't think it will be any better if I mess with it. Nothing will improve, and then someone will see it and punish me. Who are the other people in this room? I can hear breathing. Are they spectators, or are they secured to furniture like me?

This is worse. When you are tied up you are helpless. You can test the strength of your bondage, but they have so far been rated far above what I can muster in strength. But here you are just sitting almost free, with no idea what to do with your arms. Just waiting, listening, and sucking rubber dick. How is it still feeding liquid by the way? I try to lean back, to see if there is a backrest to the chair, but the buttplug makes it impossible to lean that far back. I know it isn't possible, but it feels like the plug is reaching all the way up to my lungs. Or is it possible?

There's a distant sound getting closer. Several steps getting closer and closer. Once they get into the room, somewhere to my right, I hear them walk to a spot just next to me. Then the same rolling sounds, and the same voice telling the person next to me to sit down slowly. I guess the other people in this room are in the same situation as I am.

They complete the same procedure as was done to me, best I can determine from the sounds. Then they leave, and it's all calm and silent again. You would think I would be used to that by now, after having master tell me to sit somewhere and wait, only to be gone for hours. He doesn't allow me to watch TV or read books, so all I have is to think about what has happened recently, what I'm feeling right now, and on the rare occasion what was long ago. That's on purpose of course, so my thoughts center on master, myself and nothing else, but I can't help thinking like something has been taken from me. Thoughts I might have had.

Footsteps again, lots of them. How long was it since they left us? I tried to keep count of how many times I suck the gag dry, but gave up when I came to about eighty for the third time. I think it was the third time. They don't talk. Their steps all sound the same. It must be at least four of them.

I'm completely unprepared when someone behind me pulls the sock off my head and the light of the room burns my eyes. I haven't seen any light since master put a gym bag over my head, however many days ago. The entire wall on the left is windows. This is a run-down classroom, almost stripped bare. The green blackboard is still on the wall in front of me, and on the small elevation where once a teacher's desk stood a man is standing. There is a desk in front of me, out of reach, with some papers and a pen neatly placed on top of it. There's a line of desks. I look to my sides and see five other naked men locked to modified office chairs. All have a gag secured around their head, with a transparent plastic tube attached to the gag in one end, and a drip bag hanging on an IV stand next to them. This isn't just a weekend at one of master's friend's home.

The man in front of us simply stands still, observing us. Handsome, muscular, short hair, black boots, blue jeans, and white T-shirt. Once bored with our puzzled looks he starts to speak to us.

"Congratulations. Your master has decided to improve you to better serve him. I don't know your master, or what he has done to you before, but I'm pretty sure this next part of your life is going to be your toughest so far. I'm not going to tell you how long this training program is. I'm not going to tell you what you will learn and unlearn. I'm not going to tell you what alterations will be made to your body. But I am telling you that your master knows the answer to these questions, and have handed over you and a sizeable amount of money to implement these changes."

He makes a sweeping gesture in our direction.

"These are your classmates. You will never learn their names, should they still have any." He made a crooked smile. "Though I guess you will be very familiar with what each and every one of them smells and tastes like. While the majority of the program here is the same for all of you, there are some customizations that are unique to you, as per your master's wishes. Parts of the program have already started. No doubt you have reflected on the uncomfortable feeling in your dick and balls. As you know all too well the point of a chastity device is not only to control when you get hard, but also to create an ever-present low hum of horniness, so you are always ready to please. A side effect, though some see it as a bonus, is the ever-shrinking dick size after prolonged wearing."

I wasn't sure what the rules were, but one of my hands sought its way down to touch my cage. I got a wave of dull ache in response. The man's eyes shifted to me, but he showed no change in expression and continued to talk uninterrupted.

"The process you have all started will rapidly accelerate this, both in terms of horniness and dick shrinkage. When you leave here you'll have not much more than a circumcised dick head rubbing against your panties, leaking precum, and keeping you horny. You won't need a dick cage. You'll be unable to play with your dick anyway without a vibrator."

Suddenly someone behind me pushes the chair forward, stopping just behind the small desk. Everyone else has been moved forward as well.

"In front of you is a contract waiving any rights and objections you might have to this education and to any modifications done to you. Nothing done so far is irreversible, but once you graduate we will have done our utmost to make it impossible for you to go back to a normal life. We're talking permanent physiological changes. You think it is water you're sipping on?"

He made a pause, letting it all sink in. I love my master, and this past year with him has been lovely, but is it all I want out of life. What does he mean by physiological changes? Can you actually develop a dependency for sucking dick? Is that what he means?

There is a spray of mist coming out of the man to my right. Sounds like he tried to not swallow any more of the liquid after what he just heard. He makes horrible noises while he recovers. No one moves an inch towards him to help him.

"Read the contract if you want. Put your initials on every page. Sign the last page."

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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I’m Better

Title: I’m Better

Fandom: American Assassin

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,928

Warnings: Cursing, Vibrator, Masturbation, Sex

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite

Author Notes: This was inspired by the prompt “I could make you feel better than that pathetic toy.” It seemed like just the thing Mitch would say. Also another Mitch fic! I’m loving writing this man, he’s so yummy. Enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!

Also @writingsbychlo I know I wrote down that I had a series for Mitchtober planned (and I still do) but this just came to me and it’s in Mitchtober. So enjoy!

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You smiled around the table at the ladies who had commandeered your night. It had been after work when you had gotten the phone call from Gem, she had only told you to dress up nice and pretty since her the girls were taking you out for your birthday. She had said that since Mitch had gone away on a business trip that she and your group of gal pals would keep you entertained for the night so that you didn’t miss him too much. And thankfully they had done a great job at keeping him from your mind.

But it was coming to the end of the evening and while you had had a wonderful time with all of them, having dinner and drinks and just being able to catch up with what you had missed during the week, you knew that once you left your group you would be immediately missing Mitch. Still smiling at your friends you laughed brightly as Bubbles leaned into Flames laughing at something Lizard had joked about. Scrubs sat next to you smirking softly at their antics as Gem sat on your otherside shaking her head amused at all of them.

“So Siren, when does the missing boyfriend return from his work trip?” Flames asked as she helped bubbles get situated back in her seat. You saw Gem shoot her glare out of the side of your eyes and you smiled warmly at Flames before placing a reassuring hand on Gem’s.

“He’s supposed to be back tomorrow night. He hasn’t checked in yet tonight so I don’t know if he’ll be delayed or not.” you responded with an easy.

“Excited to see him?” Scrubs asked knowingly and you grinned sheepishly as you ducked your head.

“That obvious?” you quipped back and laughter rang out around the whole table.

“Only a little.” Lizard quipped back as she held up her index finger and thumb up together, you grinned as you shrugged.

“He’s been gone longer this time so yeah it sucks but it’s his career. As long as he comes home soon I won’t hold it against him.” you said sassily and the girls all burst out in knowing laughter.

“There’s our girl.” Flames cheered before sending you a wink and you laughed happily.

You easily slid your key into the lock and quickly slipped into the apartment shutting the door and hurriedly moving to the alarm system that Mitch had insisted on getting. He had said he’d feel a lot better while he was away with the alarm system, since it was hooked up to send notifications to his phone in case anything ever happened to you while he was gone. Disarming it and resetting it you set your keys in the little key bowl in your hallway before slipping your heels off your feet and storing them under the table.

Padding down the hallway you sighed softly as you saw your empty living room. You rubbed a hand up and down your arm slowly and softly as your eyes darted around the silent apartment. An anxious feeling began to well inside of you and you sighed again, whenever Mitch was gone your worry and anxiety always reared their ugly heads. Knowing that you would have to do something to quell this feeling you let a smirk slip slowly onto your lips as you thought of one way to tame this feeling.

The excitement quickly rose in you as you made your way to your bedroom. Your hands were already pulling down your zipper before it guided the material down your body easily. Letting it pool in a puddle of fabric on the floor you stepped out quickly not bothering to pick it up as you made your way over to the end table on your side of the bed. Opening the drawer you smiled as you saw the bright teal color of your vibrator.

You slid the covers on your bed back and slipped your panties off your body quickly, you didn't have to worry about a bra thankfully since the dress had one built in. You could feel the excitement start to course through you at the prospect getting a release after you had been without since Mitch left. Your breaths were coming in soft pants and your heart rate was kicking up in your chest.

Slipping into the bed you got yourself situated on the pillows before you pulled out your vibrator. Pressing the power button on the device it began to vibrate in your hand making you shiver in anticipation. You shifted on the bed in delight and laid back on the pillows.

You started first at your chest, dragging the vibrator along the skin by your collarbones softly letting the vibrating device graze along your body. You dragged it farther down your chest teasing yourself as it vibrated along the tops of your breasts. Your mind began to wander thinking of Mitch and what his fingers would feel like as they trailed down your body.

Mitch was a man who liked control, he liked being the dominant one in the relationship and you were more than happy to give him that control. While Mitch was dominant he knew how to make you feel good and he took pride in giving you pleasure before he even took his own. He would make you come at least twice before he even thought of taking his own release. He always made sure you were taken care of first.

So as you lay there in bed dragging the vibrator along your body teasingly you thought of Mitch and those sinful long fingers of his as they would trail along your body. When you circled one of your nipples with the vibrator your body arched up off the bed in pleasure.

“Oh shit.” you gasped out softly as the vibration circled your nipple and shot arousal straight to your core. Your body fell back against the bed but continued to jerk in pleasure as you circled the vibrator around your nipple again and again. Trailing it along to your other nipple made your chest heave with pleasure and arousal. Your other nipple was already pulled tight into a peak as arousal heated your blood. When the vibrator circles lightly around it once you hissed in pleasure.

You don’t take long on that nipple as the anticipation of where you actually want the vibrator is too much for you and you’re growing impatient. Quickly you’re dragging the vibrator down your body and over your stomach. It’s as you’re dragging it along your outer lips and moaning loudly that you hear a creak in the hallway. You stop for a second but when you don’t hear anything else you continue with your self torture. The vibration is causing your body to begin to shake with it’s arousal and you arc up off the bed again. “Fuck, Mitch.” you moan out loudly as you part your lips with the head of the vibrator.

“I could make you feel better than that pathetic toy.” says a deep raspy voice and you’re jerking with surprise and shock at the sound. Your heart is racing and not because of arousal but pure on fear now. You fling the vibrator at the offender standing in your doorway with a shriek as you scramble up the bed yanking the covers over your naked body. The deep baritone that rings out in laughter slightly calms you down as you focus on your boyfriend Mitch.

“Fuck I need to put a bell around your fucking neck.” you gasp out as your chest heaves under the blanket you have clutched to your body. Mitch laughs even louder as he bends over to pick up the still vibrating device and saunters over to you. He sits on the bed and turns off the vibrator before placing it on the bedside table. His other hand comes up and lands on your knee as he smirks over at you. “You scared me half to death you idiot.” you gasp out softly and he chuckles softly before shaking his head.

“So not a good birthday surprise?” he asks teasingly and you scowl over at him which makes me laugh harder. “How can I make it up to you?” he asks letting his voice drop into a sultry tone. He’s slowly tugging the blanket from your grasp and leaning over you on the bed smirking.

“Why don’t you show me how much better you are than that pathetic toy?” you suggest and he grins wickedly down at you.

“Gladly birthday princess.” he coos at you before pressing a hard kiss to your lips. It takes Mitch no time to have you gasping and panting once again with arousal. His lips are trailing down your stomach and your hands are carding through his hair. You can see his amber eyes just taking you in and you feel the heat within start to scorch your insides.

“Mitch, please.” you moan out and he looks up at you. “I need you inside me. It’s been too long.” Mitch is moving instantly, his body is sliding up yours as his eager hands are ridding himself of his black shirt and your hands are quickly undoing the belt around his waist. He doesn’t completely remove his jeans, just slides them down far enough to release his hard cock.

“I’ll go slower next time.” he promises to you as he thrusts in sharply. Your back arches underneath him and your hands are grasping at his back as a high pitched moan escapes your throat. Mitch’s lips are pressing wet sucking kisses into your neck leaving marks all along it. It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been with him and Mitch stills so that your body can acclimate itself to his.

When your walls flutter around him he begins to slide in and out slowly. The air is punched out of your lungs with each thrust in and you’re thrashing your head as pleasure and lust consume you. Your nails are raking down his back and you hear him groan above you loudly and deeply. “Fuck princess, just like that.” he grunts out softly to you.

The two of you are in a daze as your reunion after so long starts to consume and raze around you. Your breaths are short and gasping while his are silent sucks of air through his nose. Suddenly he shifts slightly and thrusts deep and your mouth drops open in a silent scream. Stars are dancing in your vision and you can feel yourself starting to lose it. Mitch hits that spot again and your whole body arcs up as your walls clamp down around him.

“Mitch!” comes your loud wail and he responds in grunts as he finds his own release in your pleasure.

It takes the two of you a few moments to come down from your cosmic high and Mitch is falling to the side of your body pulling you with him so that he’s still embedded inside you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer while he nuzzles into your neck kissing you softly.

“Happy Birthday Princess.” he whispers to you and your smile lights up the room making him smile softly down at you.

“Thanks honey. I missed you.” you coo at him and he nuzzles further into your neck.

“Missed you too.” he responds before the two of you fall asleep wrapped up in each other and pressed close together not bothering with moving too far away.

#my writing #american assassin #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp #thirsty thursday #mitchtober

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goldetiekt · 2 months

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Is Laser Hair Removal Safe in Corpus Christi?

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ranxiaolong · 5 years

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Doctor Doctor

Summary: A round of coughs shook your body. This was not how you imagined your next trip on the TARDIS would go. You should be out having an adventure, not suffocating underneath a mass of blankets with some sort of alien flu. You were internally cursing your own luck when the Doctor knocked. As the Time Lord checked your symptoms, you would have made some sort of joke about the Doctor and a check-up if it weren't for the fact that she was so close.

Pairing: The Doctor (13) x Reader

Warnings: Extreme embarrassment awaits

A/n: Please tell me your thoughts! I love feedback!

A round of coughs shook your body. This was not how you imagined your next trip on the TARDIS would go. You should be out having an adventure, not suffocating underneath a mass of blankets with some sort of alien flu.

You heard knuckles rap against the door right before it was pushed open.

“Are you alright in here?” The Doctor peeked around the door, her blonde locks falling forward as she looked into the room.

You struggled to shimmy yourself upright—in an effort to pretend to look presentable—ultimately giving up and huffing under the mass of blankets, piled high and pinning you to the cushion.

“I’ve been better.” Your scratchy voice was followed by a bought of fitful coughs.

The Time Lord gently closed the door behind her, walking up to the side of your bed. “Is there anything I can get for you? If I had remembered that you would have gotten sick—well, humans—from the pollen of the duxweed, I would have brought you a different time of year.” The Doctor’s hand pushed your hair away from your face, palm resting on your forehead. Your eyes slid closed as her cool hand pressed to your flushed face, nearly sighing in temporary relief.

“You’re burning up.” You nearly jolted (if you could have moved from beneath all of the covers piled on top of you, you would have), the Doctor’s soft voice much closer than you remember her being. Your eyes sprang open, your face becoming a further unflattering scarlet once you realized she was hovering right above you.

Your eyes dart across the Doctor’s face as she frowned. “I just want to check that you aren’t getting worse. Can you sit up for me?”

You let out something between a groan and an unintelligible string of words—most likely a curse. You managed to shove the duvet down a meager few inches before the Doctor helped lift it so that you could prop yourself up. Once you managed to support yourself on your elbows you let loose a long suffering sigh, the effort to sit up seeming too much for your sore muscles.

“Let me help.” A firm hand pressed against your back, lightly pushing you forward. You shivered at the contact.

“Are you cold?” The alien pulled out a stick from her pocket—it was glowing pink and a questionable shade of green. The Doctor must have noticed you eyeing the rod in her hand because she waved it slightly while saying: “Thermometer. Open up.”

You gave the stick an incredulous look as you opened your mouth, too weak to question her. The Doctor placed the glowing instrument in your mouth, telling you to close your mouth once it was in place. A small whoosh from the device alerted the Time Lord and she turned from the drawer next to your bed, pulling out a black stethoscope. She took the glowing stick and examined it, a grimace tugging at her lips.

“I’m going to have to check that none of your symptoms are worsening,” the Doctor placed a knee on the side of the bed, “hold still and relax.”

You would have made some sort of joke about the Doctor and a check-up if it weren't for the fact that she was so close. The Doctor’s scent filled your nostrils as she knelt closer, her hands brushing along your arms. Her hands danced down your body, pressing at seemingly random intervals, feeling for some sort of sign of your ailment. Her soft hands traced upwards from your arms, and when she lightly pressed above your breast you were confident that some of the overwhelming heat was no longer purely due to the fever pounding your brain.

The Doctor frowned slightly. “Your heart rate has picked up.” The blonde placed the eartips of her stethoscope in her ears, eyebrows scrunched in concern. “This’ll feel a bit cold.” Before you can question what the Doctor is talking about, the Time Lord’s hand and stethoscope are traveling up your shirt.

You let out a squeak of surprise, face flushing impossibly more red. You were acutely aware of how her left hand was splayed across your back as her right pressed the cold diaphragm to your chest. Your breath became short.

“I can’t tell, some of your symptoms are getting better, but your heart rate still hasn’t slowed down.” The Doctor moved the stethoscope across your chest, placing it firmly on the other side. “Your lungs don’t sound as irritated anymore.”

You couldn’t even utter a quip back about how the rest of you was dying instead due to the close proximity of the Time Lord. Could people spontaneously combust?

Remember to breath.

You inhaled suddenly, realizing you had begun to hold your breath. You nearly regretted it. The Doctor smelled like jasmine.

A cough from the entrance of your room had your head snapping up to see Yasmin with a mask covering her mouth, leaning casually against the frame of your open door. Now you were positive that a good amount of heat in your face was not due to the fever. Before you could sputter out a half baked excuse, Yaz wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and shut the door. You could practically see the wide grin reflected in her eyes.

The Doctor glanced over her shoulder as the police officer pulled the door closed. “She was lucky, Yaz. She was already congested and didn’t breath as much in as everybody else.” The stethoscope glided downwards a few more inches, making you wish you were wearing another layer beneath your thin nightshirt. “She must be doing a lot better than this morning if she’s up and about.”

Internally, you cursed Yasmin for both her prior cold and her nosiness. Best friend or not, telling Yaz about the crush you harbored on the beautiful, amazing woman in front of you was a mistake. You made a mental note to yourself to find Yaz later, not yet decided on either hitting her upside the head with a book or suffocating her with her pillow.

“You’re holding your breath.”

You inhale again. “‘M sorry.”

The Doctor removed the stethoscope from your chest, her hand traveling behind your back, pressing it below your shoulder blades. Her weight shifted as she leaned closer, the tubing not long enough to reach all the way around your back. You could feel the Time Lord’s breath hitting your neck.

Have mercy.

“What?”

Your eyes widened in alarm, the flu was making the filter between your brain and mouth more lax. “Nothing.”

The Doctor told you to breath in deeply a few times to hear your lungs—all three times were a terrible strain on your sanity—before humming in satisfaction.

“Well it looks like you are fast on track to recovery. Lungs are still irritated, but you should only be in bed-arrest for a few more days,” the Doctor joked.

You nearly groaned and flopped your head forward in response. You didn’t trust your mouth to say anything with her smell still short-circuiting your brain.

You let out a sigh once the Doctor has stood up again, back turned as she rummages around a drawer. You wondered how much longer you would be sick. By no means were you complaining about the extra pampering from the Time Lord, but you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. It was already hard enough to monitor what you said—make sure you didn’t slip up— but the pounding of your brain made your lips loose and feelings you had been repressing surface, and they were crashing upon you like a tidal wave.

As you rubbed at your arms you looked down—you had been wearing the same thing for two days. That was also the last time you had gotten washed. You smacked your mouth in distaste.

“Something the matter?”

The Doctor glanced back at you, eyebrows scrunched, worry etched into her face in deft strokes.

“Just feeling sticky, that’s all. Haven’t changed since I got stuck laid up here”

“Do you want me to help you change?”

If you had anything in your mouth, it most assuredly would have been spat out. You coughed a few times in surprise.

“What?”

“I’ll help you change if you’re uncomfortable in your clothes. It won’t help your health at all if you’re feeling gross.”

Your face flushed a darker shade again. You felt you could just boil away and melt into the mattress.

“I’m fine! Really, it was just a passing thought!” If you had the energy, your arms would have been flailing wildly in protest.

The Doctor frowned. “It’s not fine. I can’t have you getting more sick.”

You sputter and continue to deny her fervently. How would you be expected to cope with that?

The Doctor ignored your protest and began digging through the drawers on the other side of the room, putting out a fresh set of night clothes.

“Doc, really, I’m good.”

“No excuses, come on. Though with your fever, would you prefer if I helped you to the tub? You are heated up quite a bit. A cold wash would do you a world of good.”

You buried your face in your hands. This woman would be the death of you. “Fine! I’ll get changed, but you have to look away!”

“I can’t exactly help a whole lot if I can’t see what I’m doing.”

“I-I can do it myself.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “You could barely lift yourself out of your bed. I’m helping and that’s final.”

Could your face permanently become scarlet? You whimpered internally in resignation. “Then I’ll turn away. You have to be behind my back. And only the shirt. My pants are fine.”

The Doctor nodded before stepping towards you, clean nightshirt in hand. She set the clothing down on the bed.

You inhaled deeply—already regretting your life decisions—and began the painstaking process of trying to turn around in your bed. Once you managed to turn around you hesitated, unsure of how to approach what was (unfortunately) about to happen.

“Could you lift your arms up a bit? I’m going to pull your shirt up.”

If dying from embarrassment was possible, you were sure it was only a matter of seconds before you keeled over. You lifted your arms as the Doctor’s hands gripped the front hem of your shirt. You held your breath as she slowly pulled the top above your head. As soon as the nightshirt was no longer on your body your arms flew around your chest. This by far the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened in your life. Nothing could beat this. Not the first time your parents caught you kissing another girl. Not the time you were drunk and made a fool of yourself. Not even the time you woke up in your best friend’s bed after being completely smashed. Absolutely nothing.

“Okay, time to get your clean shirt on. You’ll need to put your arms up again.”

You were frozen in mortification—how could you be expected to do this?

The Doctor took some pity on your frazzled state. “If it really makes you feel better I can close my eyes for this bit.”

You nodded your head quickly, not trusting what sounds would leave your mouth if you tried to speak. You wondered if ‘lobster boiled in chili sauce’ was an actual color. Because if it was, that was the exact shade of red (you theorized) your face displayed. “You have to promise not to open them at all. No peeking whatsoever!”

“I promise, cross both my hearts.”

You chanced a glance over your shoulder to see each of the Doctor’s index fingers making an ‘X’ motion over both halves of her chest. You would have laughed at the motion if the situation was not so absurd.

The Doctor closed her eyes and held the shirt above your head, directing her movement as you wiggled into the nightshirt. As soon as you yanked the shirt down, making sure you were covered, you told the Doctor that she could open her eyes.

“Now that that’s done, let’s get you tucked back in.” The Doctor helped you lean back onto your plush pillow, pulling up the covers as she did.

Once the blonde had you all tucked in, she stood up, fiddling with her sonic. “Well, I think that’s all I can do for you at the moment. I could fetch a cup of tea. Would you like some tea? I’ve got all sorts. You’d be surprised at how many different planets and galaxies have tea. Great drink, tea is. Definitely one of Earth’s biggest exports. Makes most of the planet’s profits later on.”

You squint at the Doctor but a small smile (damn your loose face muscles) quickly settles across your lips. The Doctor’s ramblings were always one of your favorite aspects about her.

“Believe Asian culture made it pretty far into the universe because of it. Did you know there’s an entire system of planets named after some of the provinces that grow tea?” The Doctor looked back at you, eyes shining brightly, like a child who had just learned some juicy fact that they couldn’t wait to share. “Ah, sorry about that. I should probably let you get some rest.” The Time Lord rubbed the back of her neck, turning to leave. She shoved the stethoscope away into her pocket as she was about to step away.

“Wait!”

The Doctor’s head whipped around, eyes glued to your hand gripping the sleeve of her coat.

“Could you stay just a bit longer?”

The blonde hesitated a moment, some sort of internal debate running through her mind. The woman bit her lip, nodding in agreement. “I’ll stay.” The Doctor lowered herself on the edge of your bed, sleeve still clutched in your hand. “I’m not going anywhere.” Hesitant fingers combed through your hair.

You let your eyelids droop, tiredness washing over you. You let out a breath, willing the thoughts in your mind to disperse. When you woke up you resolved to play stupid about the whole ordeal.

The Doctor continued to run her fingers through your hair until your breath took on a soft, steady rhythm. The Doctor carefully wiggled out of your hold and quietly padded out of the room, silently closing the door behind her.

The Doctor leaned against the wall, hanging her head, hair falling from behind her ear. From beneath the golden strands, the alien’s face was a light shade of pink. The Doctor remembered your skin being revealed inch by inch as she helped remove your shirt.

A shudder ran up the Doctor’s spine and she shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts. You trusted her. She shouldn’t do anything that would break that trust. You were only acting like that because you were sick.

The Time Lord’s thoughts once again wandered, your bare back weaseling its way to the forefront of her mind. The Doctor quickly dismissed it—liar.

You were just a friend. An incredibly attractive friend that she—she needed to stop thinking like that. Don’t scare her away. She couldn’t scare you away. She didn’t know what she would do if you ran away from her.

The Doctor let out a sigh. It was no use thinking about it now. The blonde woman trotted down the hallway. There were other humans aboard the TARDIS that needed to be taken care of.

The Time Lord made her way down the endlessly winding halls of the TARDIS, eventually reaching a single door upon which she knocked twice. Yasmin’s muffled voice from the other side invited her in. The Doctor opened the door to see Yaz in her bed, a book flipped roughly halfway in hand.

“Glad to see you’re doing better.”

Yaz looked up from her book, a sound of agreement resonated from her throat. “Bit of a cough still but halfway decent.”

The Doctor glanced at Yasmin suspiciously. “You were doing significantly worse when I checked you this morning.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Yaz went back to looking at her book, her mask and tilted head hiding her smile.

The Doctor squinted, eventually decided against further questioning, and pulled out the stethoscope once again.

Yaz grinned smugly as the Time Lord pressed the instrument against the brunette’s chest. “Can you hear my lungs properly?”

The Doctor’s eyebrows furrowed for a second, “Yes, why are you asking? Of course I can. Time Lords have superior hearing to you humans. Honestly, where’s this coming from? I told you this this morning. Humans are such noisy breathers, could probably hear you from a mile away.”

“Curiosity.” Yaz pulled down the mask over her mouth, her grin on full display.

The Doctor eyed her human companion skeptically before removing the stethoscope from Yasmin’s chest.

“Doctor.”

“Yes?”

“You didn’t put the stethoscope under my shirt.”

The Doctor’s face was painted in total confusion. “Why would I need to do that?”

“No reason.” Yaz’s grin persisted.

The Doctor stood up, clicking on her sonic a few times as she muttered something unintelligible.

“So how much do you want to snog (Y/N)?”

The Doctor coughed violently.

“I mean it’s pretty obvious you do, but I’m just wondering if it’s something I’ll be needing to get used to seeing all around the TARDIS.” Yasmin’s Cheshire smile unnerved the Time Lord, but the Doctor was slightly more occupied with regaining control of her breathing.

“What?” The Doctor’s reply came out as more of a squeak.

“Not to be blunt, but you are totally into her,” Yaz leaned back against the headboard of the bed. “Actually, no. You really need it blunt, because I’ve been living with you two dancing around each other for months. And you,” Yasmin raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, “have been very adamant about dodging the question.”

“I–I’m not—”

“Then do you her have feelings for her?”

The Doctor’s face took on a tinge of pink, her hands rubbing her face. “Why have you been so insistent about this? I told you, I care for all of my companions.”

Yaz looked unimpressed. “So you don’t like her?”

“No–that’s–that is not what I said.”

“So you do like her.”

The Doctor groaned into her hands. “Just—shhhh!”

Yaz closed her mouth in compliance but the room was still tense.

“Soooo...”

“Not another word.” The Doctor grit out.

“I knew you went to give her a check-up, but normally when people play doctor in the bedroom the other person isn’t actually sick.”

The Time Lord’s face was burning as she sputtered. Yaz’s grin grew at the Doctor’s attempt to come up with an excuse, arms waving around in protest.

“I literally walked in on you trying to cop a feel.”

“What–I didn’t—I was not!”

“Your hand was up her shirt.”

“I was trying to hear her lungs unobstructed! To hear her lungs!” The Doctor’s arms flailed wildly, her harsh whisper laced with some sort of urgency. Yaz briefly wondered how much of the Doctor’s rambling was supposed to convince her, and how much was the Doctor trying to convince herself.

“You didn’t stick the stethoscope up my shirt. And if I remember correctly, you were just bragging about how good Time Lord ears are compared to humans and that—”

The Doctor marched out of the room, a raspy, exasperated groan leaving her throat.

Yaz had a triumphant grin etched onto her face.

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ellstersmash · 5 years

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Three: Fifteen

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x f!Lavellan (Modern!AU)

Rating: overall E for Explicit | this chapter T for Teen

[ Results were inconclusive. Again. Any last-minute suggestions? ]

Athi reads the message from Solas, then reads it again. Is ready to send back [???] but her phone buzzes again before she has the chance.

[ Apologies. That was not intended for you. ]

She smirks—

no shit

—deletes her question, taps out a response.

[ :* i miss u too ]

[ oop sry. wrong # ]

[ Ha Ha. ]

[ sry bout ur results :( ]

[ Thank you. What are you doing today? ]

“That Solas?” Sera says, not bothering to look up from her unbroken line of yellow glitter glue. “Tell him to suck it.”

[ arts n crafts ]

Athi snaps a quick picture of the mess they’ve made in their living room and sends it to him.

[ sera says suck it ]

[ Of course she does. ]

“He says hi.”

Sera gags dramatically. “Thought you wanted to help with all this, not flirt with your boyfriend.”

A snotty retort itches behind Athi’s teeth but she stifles it. Rolls her eyes instead and tosses her phone aside, the device bouncing once to rest face-down on the sofa cushion. She picks up a thick black marker with pungent permanent ink, and gets back to work filling in the block letters Sera lined earlier.

Her boyfriend. Gods, but that sounds strange. Childish. Like they go on dates behind the primary school, or pretend not to be having sex in the room down the hall from someone's parents’. And yet she finds herself giddy at the thought. To be fair, it’s all she has for the moment. The thought. He's off on some adventure, and she's stuck here. Again. They'd only had that one perfect day, breakfast and window shopping and holding hands like real life lovers under trees full of dry rainbow leaves fluttering their applause. And then he took a phone call and went home to pack and left first thing in the morning.

She wonders just how often this happens.

How important could it be? Not like a bunch of ancient artifacts are going to up and wander off if he can’t go poke at them right away. A mental note to ask him later, and she moves this poster to the pile of finished ones and exchanges it for another that says “YOUR VILLAGE —> OUR CITY.” Cute, though maybe a smidge too reliant on humans knowing their history.

“Sure you don’t want to come?” Sera asks.

“That’s not—” Athi sighs. “I told you, I have work.”

“Yeah, but isn’t this more important?”

“I don’t know. Do you want rent paid?”

Sera quiets, kicking her legs back and forth as she works. Her glue bottle sputters, spits shimmer all over. A frustrated grunt and she tosses it aside, rolls onto her back.

“I’m just saying you should care is all. ‘S not going to get any better if nobody makes noise, and nobody’s making it for us.”

“Us?" Athi scoffs. "When we met, you said—and I quote—‘So glad you’re not one of those elfy elves.’”

“Yeah, well, therapy’s all right. Besides, it’s not for elves, or not just. It’s for whoever gets stepped on. That means us.”

“I didn’t know you were in therapy.”

“Maybe I don’t tell you everything," Sera mutters. “Thought of that?”

Athi caps her marker and lays it down. It’s just a feeling, but it's nagging. Persistent. Like and yet unlike the one she still gets when her papae calls her by her full name. Isalathena Sulahnera Lavellan, come here this instant, and it’s heavy on her chest, sitting right on top of her breastbone. Guilty, but she's not.

“What’s wrong?” she asks. Throws it out there before the feeling gets stale and she decides it's something she can live with.

“Nothing.”

“Right, ok, except for it’s not, so come on. Let's get it out and over with.”

Sera sits up, blonde hair sticking out in a couple new directions. “What’s your problem?”

“You! You’ve been acting weird all week, Ser. Haven’t come in for lunch or been home at night, responded to texts—”

“If you think I want to be in the next room while you and—”

“Oh, so you have a problem with Solas? That was one—”

“No!” Sera groans in frustration. “I mean, yeah, he is kind of old, and talks about old stuff a lot, and he’s all”—she straightens her spine into an uncomfortable posture, then slouches again—“but I like him well enough.”

"Then what?"

Sera stares at her hands for a while. Then out the window. Then at the wall. Then back at her hands. Athi’s patience is thin on a good day, and it takes a lot of willpower to keep quiet as Sera opens her mouth and closes it again, false start after false start.

Finally, Sera blurts out: “I want to ask Dagna to move in.”

Athi has no idea what she was expecting, but not that. Searching for some way to relate it to her own behavior, to justify her feeling or shove it aside, she takes so long to form a response that Sera begins to fidget.

“You what?” she asks at last, thoroughly stumped.

“I want to ask Dagna—”

“Yeah, I…” Athi tries to catch up, shuffles through the past month as best as she can in the pause between. “Here?”

Sera squints at her like she's stupid, but that's fair. It was a stupid thing to say.

“No, my mother's. Yes here!”

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize you two were dating again. What’s it been, a year since you broke up?”

“Yeah. You were out at your friend’s place. Better you missed the makeup sex, though, yeah? More room for fun.”

At first Sera’s cheeky grin has Athi smiling too. It’s a relief to talk about someone else’s shit instead of her own, but then Sera glances toward the couch and—

Oh.

Oh gods, she wouldn’t have . . . would she?

Athi gets up for a glass of water, makes it two at Sera’s request. Sits cross-legged on the coffee table when she comes back. Just to be safe.

“Isn’t it a bit fast?” she asks.

“Maybe. Doesn’t feel fast, though. If you add 'em all up it's been like, a few years or something, so it sort of works out to normal. If you think about it.”

“I guess.”

Sera empties her glass in one go. “Her lease is up next month,” she says.

Athi nods. “Right. So soon, then. Um… and if it doesn’t work out?” She leaves out the again, but it’s implied.

“But that’s why I should do it! See, I keep losing her because I’m not in. She was serious about us, but I kept messing around. Don’t even know why, really.” She looks on the edge of losing her momentum, halfway to introspection, then snaps back into the room. “But therapy! So this time, like Wicked Grace, right? I’m all in and she’ll see I mean it. And then it’ll work out.”

Her logic isn’t quite flawed but it’s far from perfect. Still, friends don't tell friends to be afraid. Especially when those friends have clearly put a lot of thought into their dynamic-altering life-changing decisions. So Athi drops the questions.

“Wow,” she says instead. “I didn’t know you felt that way about her.”

Sera shifts into soft focus and smiles, a faraway look in her eyes. “Me either.”

She seems so certain. Satisfied, and happy. Really, truly happy. And it’s kind of fucking beautiful.

Feeling overcome for no good reason, Athi goes back to her task. Long thick careful black lines, then short ones. She marks a pattern with them to make it less work and more play. Not that anyone will see unless they’re trying. And as she makes the spaces solid, a thought occurs to her.

“So,” she says, bright. Like it’s no big deal. “Do you want me to move out?”

“What? No! Course not. Why would you say that?”

There’s no time to answer. After so much silence, Sera bubbles over with unused conversation.

“I mean, do you want to move out? You’re not moving in with Solas are you? Gross. Definitely too fast for that one. Bet he wants to get married first, in a chantry and everything. Is he Andrastian, do you know? Where is he, anyway? He travels a lot for work, right? Must be nice. Wonder if his job pays for it. Is he gone now?”

Too many questions, so Athi answers the last one.

“Yeah. Flies in late tonight. He’s picking me up after work.”

Sera snorts. “What, picking you up? So you wouldn’t get up to take him in, huh? Good girl. Stay strong. Trust me, you drive him once and you're in for forever.”

“No, he didn’t even ask. Figured he’d take a cab or something, but I guess he drove himself.”

“And paid for parking? What’s he, loaded?”

Athi grins and crosses her fingers.

“Real nice. I’m serious, Ath, that’s some weird psychopath shit. Nobody drives their own self to the airport. No one who has friends, anyway.”

"I think he's just used to being alone.”

“Way to make it sad.”

"Alone doesn't mean sad."

"It kind of is though. But then, he’s got people, right? Like Varric, and, well... I don’t know. People.”

Athi shrugs. “Habits can be hard to break, especially when you’re not trying.”

“Ooh. Very wise today."

"Shut up."

"I mean it!"

She doesn’t tell Sera about the other things. The books covering all his furniture. The busted bathroom door that he removed rather than replaced. The singular coaster on his side table. The way he forgets to be hospitable, then overcorrects, asks her if she needs anything three times in a row. His house, his life, is not prepared for the presence of others. Not meant to host company or take in strays or accommodate a lover, meant for him and his needs and his convenience and no more.

And she’s honestly not sure if that makes her an exception or an intruder.

“Woah.”

The door slams shut behind her. Very nearly catches her in the ass but she happened to freeze just beyond its reach.

The place is gutted. Or maybe it's not? Ceiling and walls are fine and nothing she can place is missing, tables and chairs and bottles of booze all present and accounted for, but it looks fucking empty. And clean, though she can’t tell if that’s real or just the lack of tasteless decor.

“I know, right?” Tali dumps a bucket of ice in the bin with the rest. “It was like this when I showed up today.”

Athi drifts in slow, perturbed by the smell of cleaning solution and the lack of clutter. Hangs her purse on the coat rack just inside the office, her jacket on top of that. Pulls her hair back, ties her apron, washes her hands.

“Were we robbed?” she asks, only half joking.

“Technically, that would be a burglary.”

“Were we burglarized?”

“You know,” Tali says, “If someone broke in just to take those awful knick-knacks and creepy pictures Seggrit had up, I say more power to ‘em. Enjoy your ghosts, thief!"

Athi giggles. “Worst was the cabin.”

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t even look at that family one. The kid’s vacant stare, blessed Andraste, I wanted to flip it around every time I walked in that door. And you know that cat had seen things. I mean, did Seggrit know them? Why were they on our wall?”

"Somebody had to keep an eye on us."

"And make sure we weren't flirting with tall handsome customers in the back alley?" Tali grins, tongue stuck out between her teeth.

"Why? You make that a habit too?"

Tali wrings out and refolds her bar towel. “Ok, sweetie. Keep your secrets. I'll get my details one day."

"Anyway." Athi gestures at the naked walls. "Change!"

"Right. It was Seggie for sure. He was here when I came in. Must have dealt with all that crap this morning, though I couldn't say what he did with all of it. Or why. Oh! And he left that.”

Tali reaches back and raps a knuckle on the fridge where a sheet of paper hangs. Athi slides it out from under the magnet. Scans its contents. Flips it writing-side-out toward Tali.

“The fuck is this?”

“A cleaning list.”

“I can see that. Seggrit made it?”

“Either that or your writer pal is moving in for real.”

“And that’s not strange to you? That he cares?”

Tali shrugs one shoulder. “Maybe he’s decided to rejuvenate this place. You know? Spruce it up, invest a little time, maybe hire some better bartenders.”

“Hey, don't sell yourself short."

"Bold of you to assume I meant myself."

“This is weird, though. Right?" She reads off the paper. "Sweep out back? Deep-clean the office? Dust the brick wall? Tali, most of these have nothing to do with anything. Where are the temp checks? Or the fucking tap lines? Or, you know, any of the shit we should actually be doing?"

“Beats me, babe. I'm just glad he's getting involved. You should’ve seen him whirling around here earlier. Something seems to have lit a fire under his rear-end.”

Another feeling, but she can't place this one. It all fits together somehow, or should. The list and the bare walls and the lack of fire hazards. Chewing on the puzzle, Athi picks a task at random, takes a spray bottle and a coffee filter to the windows. Even free of five years’ grime and in full sun, they don’t illuminate much. But that’s all right. The list says clean, and they are definitely that.

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Doyoung x Reader

Doyoung is a wanted hacker and you’re a special agent assigned to capture him.

Rated: M for Eventual Smut and Violence

Warnings: This may be mildly political. Obviously the events are fictional. I did not use specific country names (with the exception of South Korea).

Tags: Violence, Smut (eventual), Hacker AU, Secret Agent AU, Political Intrigue

Author’s Note: Listen, I am in love with the concept of Doyoung being a hacker don’t @ me. I’m just doing this while I wait for Peach to update her Mafia AU and feed me. This was supposed to be a oneshot but it.........evolved, whoops.

Part 2

Part 3

“Target in sight. He’s southbound, on foot. Alone. Requesting permission to pursue.”

“Granted.”

You replaced the burner phone in your pocket and padded silently down the sidewalk, your prey only about 100 yards ahead of you. He was dressed rather plainly in a black and white jacket over a blue turtleneck with black jeans.

If you hadn’t known better you would have thought he was just a normal college-aged kid, not a notorious and skilled hacker that had accessed top secret information illegally and sold it. You didn’t know the exact details of what he’d taken or how. All you knew was he had done enough to make big waves in the wrong places and now some of the most powerful world leaders only wanted him alive to figure out how he’d done it before they erased him from existence.

He made a sharp right, escaping the crowd and opting for a winding alleyway. You clacked your tongue in annoyance. The narrow alley would provide little cover and even less ways to defend yourself from an attack if he caught on to you. You weighed your options: you could follow him directly, potentially walking into a trap, or you could circle back around and meet him at the exit...if he didn’t dodge you before you got there.

You took your chances with the alley. If you lost Kim Doyoung he could escape you permanently, leave the country and have a new identity before you could even finish being fired for incompetence.

As you rounded the corner, your stomach sank. He was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t been far enough ahead to have a substantial lead, which meant his disappearance was confirmation that he knew you were following him. You hadn’t expected this to be easy, of course, he was a genius and knew he had a target on his back. You continued walking through the alley as if you were undaunted while remaining on high alert, eyes scanning every shadow for movement behind your sunglasses.

You stopped walking and raised your arms without hesitation when you felt the cold, familiar presence of a gun barrel at your back.

“Don’t move. Don’t speak. I don’t want your bullshit. Just keep walking forward.”

You obeyed silently, still scanning the area for something in the environment you could use to turn the tables but there was nothing. You should have noticed how barren it was. This was planned. Far in advance. Why hadn’t intelligence known about this?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You were nearing the end of the alley when you saw your chance: there was a deep pothole in the pavement and if you stepped in it there would be the tiniest, briefest disturbance in his focus that you could use to try and take his weapon. It was farfetched but it was all you had. You could already see the black car with heavily tinted windows parked on the street that was doubtlessly your destination.

Fight or Flight.

You stepped hard into the pothole, felt his pistol bounce along your spine from the sudden change in height, and spun around to face him.

For one glorious, mesmerizing moment you felt victorious. A small triumphant smirk adorned your lips as your sunglasses flew from your face, clattering to the floor. Everything was moving in slow motion. You grabbed his wrist firmly, forcing his gun away from you as you stared at him up close for the first time.

All the best moments in life are truly fleeting.

You felt cold, sharp steel at your throat as Doyoung’s flinty eyes bored into yours, wholly unimpressed.

You swallowed roughly, maintaining eye contact and keeping your face free of expression as you felt the knife cutting a thin line in your neck from the pressure.

“I’m surprised that you even attempted that. A talented field agent such as yourself must have known by now that I’ve had this area thoroughly mapped out and that your chances of success were minimal at best.”

He sincerely looked anything but surprised. He didn’t look like he knew was a surprise actually was.

You were shocked, and moderately disgusted with yourself, to realize that Kim Doyoung was extraordinarily handsome. Why was he a criminal instead of a model? The only crime someone like this should be committing is stealing hearts. His eyes were round and cat-like, and something about his face was distinctly bunny-like. It would have been very endearing if he wasn’t holding a knife to your throat.

“Release my wrist.” He said simply, without a trace of emotion.

You followed his command, resigning yourself to the ever slimming hope of another chance at escape.

“Stand at my side. We will walk to the car together. I will open the passenger door and you will enter it and keep your hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Please do not make me murder you in public, there are children.”

You obliged silently again, shivering a little when you felt his arm snake tightly around your waist, and allowed yourself to be led to his black sedan. You followed his instructions to a tee, knowing full-well your chances of survival would be virtually non-existant if you didn’t at this point.

He slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door, turning to face you as he drew his gun and aimed it at you point blank once more.

“You have a pistol at your hip, another in your bag, and a third strapped to your ankle. A pair of switch blades up your sleeves and the lipstick in your bag is pepper spray. Take out your weapons, one at a time. Remove the magazines from your guns and give them to me first. Remove your shoes and socks. Then hand me your bag. Keep your hands on top of your head when they aren’t in use.”

You nodded once, the perfect picture of cooperation as you diligently followed Doyoung’s instructions. He inspected the contents of your purse individually, tossing them in an unmarked black bag one by one. He smirked at the cell phone as he tossed it in the bag.

“You know there’s a tracking device in that, right?” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying, curious if he was testing you. He only smirked in response, the first actual facial expression you had seen him make.

“I was wondering if you could smile,” You said without thinking.

“I think I liked you better when you were silent,” Doyoung replied, a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Content with his inspection of your belongings, he started the engine and started driving. He pulled into an apartment complex a few blocks away and threw the bag that contained everything you owned (including your purse) into the dumpster around back. He turned to you and held out a silk necktie. You didn’t need to wait for his instructions to know what his intention was. You sighed as you tied it tightly around your eyes, obscuring your vision.

It felt like you had been driving for years and you were so exhausted from the adrenaline rush, you weren’t sure if you had drifted off to sleep or not when Doyoung lightly shook you by the shoulders and pulled you out of the car, leading you somewhere by the hand.

You heard a door slam behind you and your bare feet hit plush carpeting. You nearly jumped when you felt hands in your hair before you realized it was your blindfold being removed.

You blinked several times, trying to adjust to the lighting. You were standing in what might have once been a small warehouse that had been modified to be a rather comfortable looking apartment. There were large computer monitors and servers in every direction and what appeared to be a rather sophisticated security system.

You felt Doyoung’s pistol in the small of your back again and you couldn’t help laughing lightly.

“Is that really necessary?”

“Enter the first room on your left.”

It was his...bedroom? A large king sized bed was in the center of the room against the far wall and there were little in the way of personal effects. Spare computer parts lay strewn about a work desk. All of the furniture was sleek, black, and modern. You mentally giggled at how befitting that was of a hacker.

“Remove your clothes,” He commanded.

“...What?”

“I’m not asking again.”

You fidgeted nervously. You hadn’t expected this. You stripped slowly, trying to keep bile from rising in your throat as you exposed yourself entirely to Doyoung’s cold gaze.

“Throw your clothing in a pile and put these on.” He said, handing you a black turtleneck, black jeans, and a bra and panty set. You slid them on, unable to hide your surprise when you found everything to be the perfect size.

Doyoung coughed lightly, seeing the surprise on your face.

“Your agency’s records are very...thorough.” He said, a little awkwardly, the slightest hint of a blush on his ears.

“I thought you might just be a good guesser,” You retorted, blushing as well.

He said nothing and picked up your agency clothes and started combing through them carefully, presumably looking for tracking devices or other bugs.

“Shouldn’t you have done that before we came to your, uh, bat cave?”

“There are counter measures in place that deactivate any primitive technology your agency might have under its employ, I’m more concerned with studying what they are equipping their agents with. Which, it seems, is next to nothing at this point. To be frank, it’s almost as if they intended to give you to me freely, which is...intriguing.” He was chewing his lip and eyeing you thoughtfully.

You frowned at the information he’d shared. Given you up? On purpose? Were you bait? The thought was nauseating. You’d known when you pursued this career that the moral gray area would have to be toed from time to time but to be used as a mere pawn was still...disconcerting.

“I can see from your face that you were unaware of this. Not to worry, whatever their intentions were they will have no adverse affect on my plans whatsoever. As long as you cooperate with me there is no need for me to hurt you. While you are here you may treat this as your home. Do not touch anything without my permission or try to leave the premises.” He said sighing as he ran one hand through his hair.

“You must be tired. Please feel free to sleep in my bed, I don’t have a spare.” He turned on his heel and made for the door without waiting for your response but truth be told you were so exhausted that you had little desire to argue or continue talking. You curled into his bed and fell asleep before you so much as get under the covers.

***

Your eyes flew open, darting to and fro as your hand groped for the pistol on your hip. Panic hit you like a freight train when you found nothing. You took in a deep breath, peering through the darkness at your unfamiliar surroundings, exhaling only when you memories of the recent catastrophic events started flooding back to you.

You failed. You were captive. What he said earlier echoed through your skull, it was almost like you were supposed to fail. It could have just been a form of psychological warfare on his part, but you couldn’t help agreeing that it was bizarre that intelligence had been so clumsy. They should have known that was a trap.

You shifted uncomfortably in the bed, trying to clear your mind from unpleasant ideas, and stiffened when your leg brushed against flesh. Doyoung was laying next to you, his chest rising and falling gently in peaceful slumber. You stared at his face, looking for any indication that he was awake, and slowly reached for your pillow.

You were explicitly instructed to capture him alive but circumstances were different now. Your life was at stake. You didn’t know what he planned to do with you and you didn’t want to find out if you didn’t have to.

You sat up, raised the pillow over your head slowly and brought it crashing down towards his face with all the strength you could muster, leaning into it with the full force of your body weight. A strong bicep looped around your neck as Doyoung rolled out of the way, dodging your attack, pulling you backwards and crushing your trachea. You dropped the pillow and crashed backwards into Doyoung, hoping to throw him off balance.

He fell back on to the bed and you were on top of him now, your back pressed into his check, his bicep still strangling you. Your legs kicked towards his groin, forcing him to release you and shove you away from him. You landed on all fours in front of him, gulping air, and tried to roll off of the bed. He caught you before you could make your move, wrapping his arms around yours and pinning them to your side, his legs tightly wound around around your hips, immobilizing you.

“Stop struggling or I’ll tranquilize you.”

You stilled. You would need your presence of mind to escape, being drugged wouldn’t do you any favors.

“Are you finished now?” His voice was soft, his breath tickling your ear.

“Yes.”

His grip didn’t loosen.

“Will you please let me go now?” You snapped, frustrated from another failed attempt at besting him.

“No. I’m comfortable like this. You also just tried to murder me.” He said matter-of-factly, resting his head on your shoulder.

You flushed at that, suddenly aware of the very compromising position you were being held in.

“Why do you want to escape?” He asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

“What kind of question is that? I’m being held captive. I don’t know what you’re planning to do with me. Why wouldn’t I want to escape?” You scoffed, huffing in irritation.

“I already told you that I wouldn’t hurt you,” He said, shrugging. “Why did you become a secret agent?” He asked suddenly, his tone light.

“Because I want to protect people that can’t protect themselves. Why did you become a terrorist?” You shot back, no longer hiding the irritation in your voice.

“I’m not a terrorist. I have people that I want to protect, too. We’re the same.” He sighed and buried his face into your neck. He sounded almost like he was in pain.

“How are we the same? You hacked into a government agency and stole secrets and sold them to an enemy nation.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Did anyone actually tell you what I took, or were you not deemed worthy of that knowledge when they told you to risk your life to hunt me down?”

Your silence was answer enough.

“I stole plans for a military exercise. A coup de etat to be exact. I didn’t sell the plans to anyone, I’ve only been threatening to as leverage to keep the plan from coming to fruition. I don’t want to see people suffering and dying for a political agenda. I only happened across the plan by mistake, I was actually looking for information on a rumor that there was a cure for cancer being hidden from the public.” Doyoung spoke like he had been holding all of this in for too long, his words all coming out in one breath. He breathed in deeply, sending shivers down your spine.

“Do you understand now? I have people I want to protect, too. People that can’t protect themselves.”

You felt Doyoung’s grip on you loosen as he untangled himself from you.

“Follow me. You deserve to see it for yourself.” He walked briskly out of the room, leaving you to stare after him in disbelief. You knew that morality wasn’t black and white, that sometimes the bad guys weren’t all that bad and that politics was a cesspool of corruption, but you had never doubted that what you were doing with your life was ultimately the right thing to do.

You followed Doyoung to his living room and stood behind him silently as he seated himself at his massive work station. His fingers flew across keyboards faster than your eyesight could register, opening files and programs at lightning speed. His hands stilled as a long document filled the screen.

“I assume you’re multilingual?” He said, swiveling in his chair to face you. You nodded and leaned closer to the screen to skim over the text. You felt faint as you continued reading, clutching his desk for support. There was no doubt in your mind that this was not fabricated, the code and jargon was legitimate and would have taken more skill that he likely possessed to learn and duplicate.

“Sit,” He commanded, albeit gently, offering his chair to you as he rose from it.

You obeyed, covering your eyes with shaking hands. It was a transmission from two foreign countries proposing a coup of the regime of another country. The intention was to pin the blame on an uninvolved country and start a war. It was addressed directly to the President of South Korea, urging him to cooperate to avoid the eradication of the South Korean population.

“This is...terrible.” You said through your hands, at a loss for words, still trying to process everything you’d just read.

“The President has been put in a very precarious position. There is no guarantee that the terms offered will be honored. These men are snakes. They would just as soon turn on us once the opportunity presented itself.” Doyoung said bitterly, reaching over your shoulder to close the files.

“I have a theory you may be interested in,” He said, turning you in the chair to face him and resting his hands on the arms of the chair as he leaned over you.

You peeked at him through your hands, your eyes glistening with tears, waiting for him to continue.

“I think you were meant to be caught so you could help me. The President already informed the senders of this message that it was intercepted. They can’t move until I’m caught, knowledge of their plan renders it useless. The longer I stay alive and free, the longer our country has to create a counter measure free of violence. If I expose this then war will break out, but if I can stay on the run....” Doyoung trailed off, staring intently into your eyes, watching you watching him.

“If you can avoid being caught you can help us survive,” You whispered, steadying your breathing.

Doyoung nodded, his features softened as he reached up and brushed stray tears from your cheeks.

“Will you help me?”

“...Yes.”

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An anti-bacterial filter that catches any huge particles such as lint or pet dog hairs in the environment. Thanks to the air top quality sensing unit, you will certainly always recognize when it's time to transform the setups up or down according to the particles airborne. It's time for an air purifier, my pal-- a mobile tool that can help filter or clean the air of irritants (think: dirt, animal dander, cigarette smoke) and odors. 2 Washable pre-filter is utilized to Catch the big fragments such as pet hair, dust. A few of the vital considerations when shopping for an air purifier include the air filtering modern technology, size, kind, as well as attributes. For the exact same rate as the foolish" cleansers Winix offers an air high quality sensing unit to instantly show up the fan, yet it will certainly never ask you to reset your router. The majority of the air cleansers in the current market today utilize High-Efficiency Particulate Air (HEPA), Ultra Low Penetrating Air (ULPA), turned on carbon filter, billed media filter, germicidal and also anti-bacterial filter, photocatalytic oxidation, ion generator, ozone generator, electrostatic precipitator and also titanium dioxide air filtration innovation. Irritants, contaminants, and animal dander, can lead to health and wellness problems, and a basic remedy is making use of an air purifier. Once the surrounding air is pulled in by the Levoit PUR131, it has to travel through a great preliminary filter, a true HEPA filter, and finally a robust carbon filter. The Alen BreatheSmart's powerful follower strikes a jet of pure air up to the ceiling where it spreads out across the area prior to returning to the air cleanser, attracting particles to be filteringed system with it. Yet those in damp atmospheres can make use of a cleanser with an antimicrobial filter to avoid mold growth inside a purifier. The Military Criterion 282 is made use of to rate particle reduction in air purifiers and also is fitted with HEPA filters. A) Its UV-C light innovation with Titanium Dioxide gives it the power required to eliminate bacteria, viruses, mold and mildew as well as air-borne microorganisms successfully. Air purification UVGI systems can be freestanding systems with secured UV lamps that use a follower to require air past the UV light. The follower initiates an airflow with the area, compeling all or, at the very least, the majority of the air in the room through the filters. There are numerous filter as well as followers in air purifiers which help them to cleanse the air. GeneralAire ® AC500 HEPA air cleanser is your best bet for full air cleaning; nevertheless, Filters with a MERV rating between 7 & 13 are most likely to be almost as efficient as a true HEPA air cleansing system. The manufacturers, NaturAir, have the examinations to confirm that this adverse ion air cleanser does not create observable quantities of ozone and also is safe around both kids and also pets. There are best air purifier for allergies come with added equipment that will certainly get rid of these unsafe gases. An air purifier can eliminate bad odors in very brief time. Levoit supplies another winner with the LV-PUR131 With silent operation and also excellent air cleansing performance, this filter will certainly please most customers.

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Leading Allergy And Asthma Air Purifier Reviews & Comparison

Air cleansers are one of one of the most underrated type of residence products as well as something that should be an important part of every home. All True HEPA filters require to be replaced with time, a few of them last much longer as well as some of them last shorter yet ultimately, you will certainly need to replace them if you desire to have an air cleanser that is working at maximum rate. Since you understand the kind of filter (or filters) that will certainly function best in your home, it's time to think about a few of the various other vital functions that vary between models. Comes with a Filter Replacement Sign: An onboard sign lets you recognize the correct time to replace the air cleanser filters. HEPA-FreshPlus: This is an innovative choice that is suitable for eliminating strong odors such as those from the greatly contaminated air, chemicals, and also paint. For 2017 we conducted two new tests of air cleansers. Hence, they are up to the flooring, and also one can later on vacuum or sweep them up. The ionic cleansers properly remove used smoke and also thus, they are loved by many people. It features premium HEPA innovation and integrated ionizer filters, which eliminate 99.9% bacteria and also makes the air worth breathing. Location of the cleanser: Ideally, you must place the air purifier in the area where you invest most of your time. This is a sophisticated air purifier furnished with HEPA kind filter and other introducing attributes. People think of washing machines when Hitachi is stated, however Hitachi air purifiers are rather respectable as well. JSB HF121 Dust Proof Residence Air Cleanser is furnished with an Ionizer and UV Sterilizer with HEPA Filter which helps in cleansing the air and also making it odorless. Passive air cleansers often tend to be extra efficient, as they permanently eliminate particulates by trapping and also accumulating them in the filters (which will require routine cleansing to maintain peak effectiveness). So, why not spend a few of your hard earned money on a top quality air purifier, rather than investing it on medication and also hospital expenses later instead. An air purifier with no clean filter simply won't work and will certainly simply be an elegant little follower. HEPA filters are taken into consideration to be amongst the very best filters considering that they are appropriately regulated to ensure business offer what they promise. This certain air purifier can get rid of smoking cigarettes particles in addition to air-borne fragments and also various other irritants. That's right, with an iOS or Android app, you can regulate this air purifier anywhere anytime. An air filter with a MERV worth between 7 as well as 13 might be virtually as reliable as a 'true' HEPA filter as well as will certainly be quieter and less costly. The variety of times that a cleanser can filter the air in a certain space in its whole within one hr is known as either the air modification price (ACR) or, less commonly, the air efficiency rate (AER). It has some different sorts of purification that your air undergoes before you are breathing it, which suggests that you have cleaner air to take a breath. By utilizing a three-stage system of impact, diffusion as well as interception, it removes 99% of particles airborne. If you're major regarding clean air as well as need a reliable air cleanser that can deal with a larger area, the Honeywell HPA 300 True HEPA Allergen Remover obtains leading rankings in expert examinations for successfully getting rid of dust, plant pollen, as well as smoke from the air. Modern air purifiers are commonly power effective. Many thanks to its compact dimension, this smooth and also light-weight air purifier is ideal for usage in the baby room, at grandma's house or on your next journey. It's more than simply an ionizer, yet it includes a built-in HEPA filter to make sure the cleanest air feasible. It can tackle molecules that are 250 times smaller than the average human hair, all many thanks to its real HEPA filter. Alternatively, you can check your purifier for the ACH rating which informs the variety of times the purifier exchanges air within a room per hour. It's constructed for little to medium-sized rooms (bedroom, workplace, small living room, etc.). Thanks to the UV-C light technology built right into the cleanser, it will certainly exterminate microorganisms, infections, and also bacteria. It will just distribute the air that several more times per hour giving you with cleaner air if you make use of a big capability air purifier in a small area. After that you can begin arranging the air cleansers by the ability of the spaces they can deal with, in addition to by the dimension of the system. If you 'd choose to run the device in timed or hand-operated settings to save energy you can do that too (although this air purifier is Energy Star certified), as well as there's additionally a night setting which lowers both the follower rate to reduce sound as well as the brightness of the LED indications. In order for a filter to be certified as HEPA, it needs to be able to record 99.97% of particles that travel through the air. Air cleansers will certainly additionally help accumulate as well as damage down smells therefore eliminating them from the air. With HEPA filters, you can always rest assured that the cleanser will certainly catch a considerable amount of pollen, dirt and even irritants. Listed below, you'll see a listing of the top 10 air purifiers for 2018 that remain to outsell any other products out there. Some manufacturers produce air cleansers that utilize antibacterial and also germicidal filters, which are simply HEPA filters treated with chemical compounds that can eliminate dangerous microorganisms such as bacteria. The moment to replace the filter is informed by the Healthy and balanced Air Protect feature of this air purifier. The best cleanser filters for eliminating allergens are HEPA (High-Efficiency Particulate Air) filters, which can trap little bits like family pet dander as well as dust mites. sensing unit or air-quality monitor: Extremely couple of air cleansers consist of automated sensing units for spotting the pollution level of air. It must have a pre-filter to filter large particles, family pet hairs, and also dirt. Well, http://www.groundcrewdesign.com/2018/09/27/best-home-air-purifier-help/ to end your search with the Bunny air MinusA2 To attain a tidy, fresh air, the purifier includes a six-step air filtration system consisting of the pre-filter, tool, BioGS HEPA, personalized, charcoal-based carbon and also unfavorable ion filters which facilitate filtering of both the tiny as well as huge mini particles and also pathogens.

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