#sav: 01.

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Starter: @savstone-rp and Theo

Location: Savanah's house

When: Sometime December 2023

Being on shift at the fire department meant that at any moment's notice, the bells could go off and they'd all have to put on their gear and hop into the truck and race over to a scene. That scene could be an accident, an injury, a fire, or all of the above. This particular afternoon when the bells rang and the address of the location was read off, something in Theo's subconscious started to itch. He couldn't figure out what it was, but he knew that he had known that address. As they raced to the scene, making it in no time, he and the crew hopped out. Seeing no obvious signs of a fire, he walked up the front steps and pounced on the door, "fire department, open up." He yelled, as one of the other firefighters peeked inside, seeing smoke, they opened the door with their tools. Once inside, they yelled "fire department, call out" as they searched the house and saw the source of the smoke, a burning towel on a candle. They heard movement upstairs as Theo put the fire out with an extinguisher.

[flwrstqr]

[희승] BUY YOUR LOVE ꒰ L.HS x F!READER

SYNOPSIS ► being a twitch streamer means having fans. specifically one fan, the one and only lee heeseung, also known as a famous twitch streamer. when you stream one day, heeseung accidentally adds another 0 when donating, causing him to accidentally donate $1,000 to you. not to mention, he forgot to donate on his private account. now the two of you are in a dating rumor all over social media.

so, how is he gonna cover it up? he'll fake date you to make it more believable

「 GENRE ► smau (+ written), fake dating, strangers to lovers, twitch au, crack, fluff, romance, angst, hurt/comfort

WARNINGS ► age gap (heeseung is 2 years older than reader), cursing, d3ath jokes, small typos, time errors, tba

MEETING THE CAST! ∿ streamer!heeseung x streamer fem!reader (feat enhypen, nae, sav, hye, liz chaewon from lsfm, yeonjun from txt)

STATUS ► ON GOING! ( started : 1704/24 ended : ??/??/?? )

「 ୨୧ DANiELLE'S NOTE i have wayyy too many smaus in progress but that won't stop me from making more TT. my first twitch smau so hopefully i do good!! also my first time graphic editing so please understand that the banner is bad bc its my first time graphic editing!!! PLS REBLOG!

TAGLIST ► OPEN! send an ask/dm me/comment below this post to join the taglist or join my perm taglist

PROFILES ! heeseung hate club | pretty girls only!! | more..

CHAPTERS !

OO1 : day of a life of a streamer..

OO2 : #1 fan

OO3 : extra number (wc -294 )

OO4 : heeyn is real!!

OO5: who r u ??

OO6: yn is for only cute girls

OO7: use it!!!

OO8: day 01 of streaming

OO9: couple of the year?!?!

O10:

more tba

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[iiwaijime]

need something? — h. iwaizumi

SYNOPSIS !! almost every time you need your always-busy, never-home brother, tooru oikawa for anything, he sends his best friend in his stead — which would've been fine! you appreciate the gesture, and it's the thought that counts, obviously. him being such a busy guy and still getting what you need to you is wonderful older brother behaviour. except, you hate iwaizumi, and you always have.

pairing: hajime waizumi x f!reader

cws: swearing, suggestive?? not really i think,, situationship vibes, kms/kys jokes, enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, slight? miscommunication? oikawa isn't really present. artist reader because i'm (trying to be) an artist. iwaizumi biker man. individual warnings in each chapter if needed.

extra: blended!smau! most chapters will have writing + screenshots if not only writing. updates will be slow. some (most) of it is not planned out yet.

WATCH OUT FOR THE: caff addicts | four horsemen of minor inconveniences

need something? (🌃 for written parts incl.)

01. coffee and a ride

02. just a pick-me-up, please

03. INSECT REPELLENT OH MY GOD

04. TBA

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sav my love my life thank you so much for the title i love you forever with all of my heart

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[simmerandwrite]

Sink Into Me - 02 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size! reader

Pairing: mob boss!Steve Rogers x plus size female reader

Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.

Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.

Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.

Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Wordcount: 6k

Warnings: canon level violence (series), body image issues (series), very brief mentions of animal abuse

Notes: hello! meet your friends - Maria Hill, Claire Temple and Wanda Maximoff. thank you all for being here and reading!! I appreciate your enthusiasm soooo much. things are :) about to get :) complicated :) if you see me out in the wild, my main blog is @simmerandcry​

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The skyline view from the floor to ceiling windows had been the real selling point to Steve taking the penthouse apartment at his latest investment property. Truthfully, he had been growing tired of the brick walls of his old place, despite their aesthetic charm. The new renters could live with that red dust now.

But the view into both Brooklyn and downtown towards Manhattan made him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be. Like he was on top of the world, his own little empire carved out in the heart of the borough. Most importantly, his apartment was his home. And that meant work didn’t come home with him, ever.

He drew that line very cleanly, even leaving the second bedroom fully intact as a guest room instead of converting to an office. Because this is where he needed to clear his head, to be Steve Rogers, the plain and simple Brooklyn born boy who loved his city.

Steve Rogers, the war veteran turned real estate mogul and art dealer, who sat at the top of what remained of an old Irish crime syndicate - that man worked on the streets, in the office, in his clubs and galleries and restaurants. That shit was not supposed to come home with him.

Though recently, it seemed to have started to bleed into what little time he spent at home. Mainly because of you and the whole incident outside the restaurant.

“Well, what’s the plan?”

“I already told you, Buck. I’m not retaliating.”

Bucky Barnes, Steve’s right hand man, his oldest friend and main confidant, the literal fist and brawn behind their organization, scoffed. “Someone sent an amateur barrelling into our territory to try and pin you between the hood of a car and your new restaurant - and you don’t want to retaliate? We coulda been weeping over your body right now, Steve.”

“I can recognize an act of aggression when I see it, I’m not an idiot.” Steve tipped his rocks glass against his lips once more, the scent of scotch lingering as he stood from the couch. “We don’t know if it was Rumlow or that new idiot creeping in from Staten Island.”

Steve rolled his eyes and cut off Bucky before he tried to add in his two cents again. “And if someone wanted to kill me, they wouldn’t hit me with a car. You know what. This was some stupid message that was poorly planned and equally poorly executed.”

Sam Wilson, who had been sipping his own concoction from the kitchen table, finally looked up from his phone and piped in. “I mean, I hate to admit it but Bucky is right. You would have been dead if it wasn’t for that beautiful woman saving your ass.”

“Sam.” Steve turned his head, eyes narrowed in a pointed glare. 

“What? I’m not blind. The hips on her were-”

Steve took another step towards his friend and trusted colleague, who had a particularly loud mouth and a flair for getting on Steve’s nerves, and held up a steady hand. “Stop.”

He wasn’t inclined to admit it, but the entire thing had been replaying in Steve’s minds for days now. Ever since you had saved him on that sidewalk, throwing yourself into a dangerous situation for him, a total stranger, something had changed. He was still living, breathing, surviving. And although he was dead set on figuring out just who was driving that vehicle and ensuring they paid for their actions, it was you he couldn’t stop thinking about.

You. Who had been in the right place at the right time, who had risked your own personal safety to make sure he didn’t get hit, who was insistent that it had been an act of good faith, a simple act of kindness. 

You, with the kind smile and generous curves. You, who swept off your actions as innocent and selfless, concerned more about the happiness of your dog than your own well being. You, who left Steve feeling curious and longing to get to know you, to make you smile, to hear you laugh.

God, what he wouldn’t give to have someone like you in his life. While he couldn’t stop thinking about the kind of person you were, he also had your face playing over and over again in his mind too. It didn’t help that his mom called him a few days ago, asking how you were doing and reiterating how much she enjoyed talking to you and…

“Still no news from Hammond?”

Steve knew Bucky couldn’t help but prodding, as if his fingers were itching to find a quick, efficient solution. 

“He said their tech department is behind. I’m inclined to believe him but my insisting this is a priority hasn’t been successful this time. I’m trying to play nice.” Steve gritted his teeth, finishing the last sip of his drink as he stood, tugging on the lapel of his suit. “So I asked Stark to help instead. We’re meeting him at the club.”

 ---

The only good thing about your dreadful basement apartment was the private patio space in the backyard. You had high hopes for it when you rented the garden level unit but once your lease had been signed, everything about the place seemed a lot less shiny. From the shared laundry with the loud, obnoxious upstairs apartment to the inconsistent water pressure and flickering lights, you were counting down the days until your lease was over.

But the backyard - you had done what you could to make it a safe oasis for you and Hercules, with a few pieces of thrifted outdoor furniture and string lights making it a bit more magical. It was a nice location when hosting your girlfriends, especially when such a thing happened so rarely now that your schedules seemed to conflict all the time.

You were so grateful to have your girls. Because at any moment, they all loved to share their opinions on the weird chaos that seemed to stir up in your life. While you had known Maria since college, you had collected Wanda and Claire into your life since starting your new job in the city. You had worked as a server at the same restaurant as Wanda a few summers ago and Claire, an ER nurse, had dropped into your life by chance one night when you were stood up on a date at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen. Your group had been solid since then - although girls nights were few and far between now, with jobs and the general grind of life making it hard to get together often.

“I’m not saying the man isn’t attractive. Because I have eyes,” Maria was on her third glass of sangria, legs extended out on the brick patio outside. “I just have no reason to trust him.” She squinted down at her phone screen. “What did he say he did for work again?”

You sighed. Perhaps it was a mistake to share Steve’s name and photo - that you found after an extensive internet search - with your friends, but you valued their perspectives. It’s not like anything had happened with the guy. You hadn’t seen him since that day you saved his life and hadn’t communicated either, outside of you emailing him the stupid photo you took.

You had added his number to your phone, though. Just in case. Just in case what? You had no clue. But he had written it down for you and all.

And he said he owed you a thousand favours…

Officer Hammond, though, had reached out to you a few days after the event - asking you to come in and try and ID the driver in a police lineup. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable but you supposed it was your civic duty to do it, if it could help stop this from happening again or to help in delivering justice for wrongdoing. You pointed out the person you best recognized from your blurry memory and moved on, trying not to think any further about the situation.

Although a few strange things seemed to happen since then, if you just used your head it could all be justified. Like seeing the same black, unfamiliar SUV on your street multiple times this week. That was probably just a new vehicle belonging to one of your neighbours.

And that one time you were walking Hercules and a stranger who seemed to be lingering outside your apartment asked to borrow your phone.

Which you promptly said no to, because you aren’t dumb enough to let someone run off with your phone. But instead of going inside with Herc, you continued to circle the block until the blond stranger disappeared. You wouldn’t consider your neighbourhood the safest place after dark, but in the daytime you never felt concerned. 

It was all just sort of weird. 

But completely unrelated to anything else, you were sure. 

That was all behind you now anyway, a strange footnote in the chapter of your life that was playing out. You’d probably never have to see Steve again, though he had crossed your mind a few times…

Okay, you had been thinking about him a lot. Which is why you had told your three closest friends about everything that had occurred.

You replied to Maria, who was nudging you with her elbow. “Oh. Uhm, he works in real estate, I think. He owns an art gallery and some apartments. Oh, and that club on Morgan Ave - Shield .”

“Sounds like a professional landlord. Thumbs down.” Claire chimed in from her chair too, shaking her head and dismissing the entire concept of Steve with a wave of her hand. “Rich at best, financially questionable at worst.”

“And he owns that restaurant the car smashed into?” Maria reached for her own phone. “The one owned by the mob. Okay, that settles it - he’s in the mob then.”

You laughed and shook your head. “The mob isn’t a thing, Hill. What’s your source on that again?” 

Wanda shrugged and finally chimed in, fingers tapping idly against her wine glass as she turned towards you. “Describe his aura to me.”

You groaned, smirking as Claire rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. “His aura?”

“You know, what kind of energy did he have?”

“Is that your way of determining the kind of person he is?” Maria got up from her chair to toss a small toy for Hercules to chase after. “I’d love to know the science between your aura theories, Wan.”

You delayed answering by grabbing the nearby bowl of popcorn and cradling it in your lap, leaving your phone and the thought of Steve on the small crate that sat between you and your friends. “He was very confident.” How could you do any justice to Steve’s intimidating Big Dick Energy without admitting your attraction to him? That last thing you wanted to do was bait your friends with any material to tease you with. Plus, really, it didn’t matter. You had no plans to ever see Steve again. And AND and, even if you did, what made you think it would be romantic in any way? 

Steve was beyond hot - from the trimmed beard and deep blue eyes, to his easy charm and well dressed body. You had no doubt in your mind that the man probably had some equally hot partner. If not, he could have his pick of the entire city. There was no way you would be on his radar.

“I don’t know,” Maria chimed in once more, clapping her hands quickly. “This is the wildest meet cute story I’ve ever heard. If the man is so willing to do you some favours, maybe you should cash in on it, mob be damned. You know what they say about tall guys..”

“You just said you don’t trust him!” You laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn at her.

Maria just scooped it up and popped it into her mouth with a shrug. “I don’t trust any man. I trust you and your judge of character, though. Plus, you haven’t been on a date in forever so maybe this was some sort of fate driven happenstance.”

“The universe does work in weird ways,” Wanda agreed. “And you said he really filled out that suit so…”

“You should text him!” Claire sat up tall and straight, pushing her hair over one shoulder as an idea formulated in her brain. You were nervous. “I think how he reacts to a sudden text will be a perfect test.”

“It’s a Saturday night, I can’t text him! And a test of what? All I did was save the man’s life, there is nothing else to..” This was not how you wanted this to go. The last logical thing you could think of doing right now was messaging Steve Rogers anything. What would he think if you texted him out of nowhere on a Saturday night? “What would I even say?”

“Here, allow me.” Maria plucked your phone off the table and damnit, why did you ever tell her your passcode? 

“Maria-”

“It’ll be harmless, I promise!” She glanced up from your phone and opened her eyes wide. “You need to stop playing safe. What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t reply?”

You sighed. YES. The fear of rejection crept up like a weird pain in your chest. “Yeah, I guess. He might think it’s a wrong number or some sort of spam message...”

“Then no harm, no foul.” Her grin grew even wider as she typed something out on the screen. She took a deep breath. You leaned over to see what she had crafted together and sighed. “It’s just a simple little push..”

 ---

Normally Steve would ignore then block an unfamiliar phone number, but this had been intriguing. Given that you hadn’t reached out to him at all, he had tried not to give much of his time to thinking about you. But when the text came in, without a lot of context or forewarning, he figured it was a small gamble to see how it could play out.

Unknown number [10:47PM]: hey, I need to cash in a favour S Rogers [10:49PM]: who is this? Unknown number [10:51PM]: 👀 🍑 🎁 🔄 🥞 S Rogers [10:55PM]: am I supposed to just guess what this means? Unknown number [10:59PM]: yes ;) S Rogers [11:02P:M]: it’ll be easier if you just tell me what you want, angel ;)

You hadn’t struck Steve as the type to flirt like this. If it was you, of course. He could really only safely assume, considering only a certain number of people had his phone number. And now, he finally had yours.

Tony had consolidated all the info he could find about you earlier that week. Steve didn’t feel great about asking Tony to dig into you, but since he had sent your picture for analysis after the delay at the police station, it sort of just happened. Frankly, Tony said your online presence was minimal. You were smart about keeping your social media secure and had a very thorough CV on LinkedIn. Otherwise, he didn’t have much information that you hadn’t already shared. And Steve had no intentions of doing anything suspicious with any of it, it just helped him understand who he had invited into a small corner of his life.

If that’s what he could call it. But you had crossed his mind over and over, and it didn’t help that Bucky kept bringing you up. Especially the part about Steve taking you to the clinic for help from Sarah. That resource was a well kept secret in their family and the fact that Steve took you there had been a big risk.

Beyond Steve’s unavoidable racing thoughts about you, he had been deep into a plan to deal with the actual problem - the group of idiots spilling into his Brooklyn territory. Tony had helped him with that too, finding names and dossiers on everyone who belonged to Rumlow’s extended Stryke gang causing a mess in the boroughs between Queens and Brooklyn. 

For years, Steve had worked hard to make a respectable reputation for himself and now things were getting shaky. And it annoyed the shit out of him, especially when a few of the names Tony pulled were on the NYPD payroll.

“It’s messy,” Tony had said with a shrug, leaning back into the leather seat from their place at the top of the club. 

Another property on Steve’s growing list - Shield was a popular nightclub in Brooklyn, which served as a perfect location for arms deals and financial transactions to float. For Steve and his old friend, tech mogul Tony Stark, it was a safe place to share theories and secrets. The upper level served as a secure hideout from the general population while the downstairs dance floor catered to obnoxious crowds looking for a drink or something else to roll on. 

It was lucrative for Steve, to say the least. 

“Let me know if you want me to get Rhodes involved.”

Steve shook his head. “He’s got enough on his plate. Is he ready for the campaign announcement?” Steve had a serious interest in the upcoming Mayoral election, especially if James Rhodes, former DA, planned on running. And with Tony bankrolling the campaign and some additional under the table support from Steve, it was going to be a shoe in.

“Oh, we’re just getting started, big guy,” Tony stood up and patted Steve on the shoulder as he left the corner area, flitting off in search of whoever might be going home with him soon enough. 

Usually that would be Steve’s next step too, but damnit, if he couldn’t stop glancing at his phone for a response from you. Maybe calling you ‘angel’ again had been out of line. He contemplated sending another message, but no, he had to wait. He knew how to play this game.

The rest of the night carried on, with certain reports popping in with updates for Steve on what was happening out on the streets. Things like confirmed shipments at the dock and successful cash pickups. He had eyes across the whole of Brooklyn, with his growing syndicate working beneath him. Things mostly operated smoothly and this night was carrying on as normal.

Bucky showed up eventually, grumbling about getting turned down by some smart mouthed girl outside the club. Sam corroborated the story, lauding the woman and her tone. 

Steve checked his phone, again. 

“I saw Sharon downstairs,” Sam nudged Steve, eyebrows raised curiously. “Unless you’re off again-”

“We’re permanently off-again,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You have my blessing if you want to pursue, Sam. But good luck, don’t say I didn’t warn you..” That was all Sam needed apparently, finishing off his glass and heading back down to the dance floor below. Steve didn’t miss his cheeky grin.

“You’re thinking about that girl again, huh?” Bucky nodded and tried to hide his mischievous smirk as he scanned Steve’s face.

Steve scoffed. “No, no. I’m not..” 

Bucky laughed, hard and incredulous. “I haven’t seen your head in the clouds like this in ages. Since whatsername in high school, maybe. What was her name?”

Then as if by some weird shift in the universe, Steve’s phone started to buzz. He left Bucky’s commentary lingering as he looked at the screen. You. 

Ah, no text reply but a phone call? Okay, he could get on board. Standing, he headed a few steps from the lounge and brought his phone up to his ear, with a small smile. “Rogers.”

The first thing he heard was your frightened yelling. “Leave me alone! Jesus - oh my god, Steve? Is this Steve?”

He said your name quickly to confirm who he was speaking too but raised his eyebrows in concern. “What’s going on?”

“Someone is trying to - HEY! Stop -” Steve could hear banging in the background. “--trying to break into my fuckin - I’m going to CALL THE COPS! Leave me alone! Please, just..” 

Steve closed his eyes, doing his best to focus on the background noise. Behind your defensive yelling and the attentive reactions of your dog, there was a mixture of other voices. Something about the voices felt familiar. 

“We just want to talk.. Did someone offer you something for that statement? Was it Rogers?”

“If you tell Hammond you got the wrong guy, this will all be over very quickly, honey.”

“Walker, move, let me – Open the door, or we’ll open it for you. Let’s talk..”

“He didn’t offer me - Stop, please! I swear I -”

Steve nearly crushed his phone when the call dropped. He was off like a bullet train, shouting for Bucky to follow him as he pushed past his security guards on the stairs and rushed down towards the back exit of the club. He tried to call you back as he sped through traffic, blatantly bypassing stop signs and treating red lights like suggestions. 

A heavy twisting feeling in Steve’s gut had told him that the aftermath of this entire situation wasn’t going to go smoothly. Especially with dumbass dirty cops on the inside who could share information to the highest bidder.

Steve felt a new responsibility to keep you safe, until this whole mess had been taken care of. He had plans to deal with it all on his own but now, if he hadn’t acted quickly enough and something had happened to you.. God, he couldn’t live with himself. How could he explain that to his mother?

He got to your apartment first, hoping Bucky was close behind. Steve didn’t know what he might be walking into but having backup was never a bad idea.

Steve had not only visited but had also lived in a lot of seedy neighbourhoods over the years. The street you lived on didn’t strike him as anything especially dangerous, but that thought enough couldn’t squash the unsettled feeling in his stomach as he approached. He pushed his way through the small metal gate beside the front stairs, towards the door to your garden level apartment.

His jaw clenched when he saw the damage to your door, clearly kicked in with plenty of force before being shoved closed. He glanced to the front window, nearby - that had been smashed, too. He tried to contain the growing fury and pressed on the door, calling out your name as he made his way inside.

As someone more than familiar with the real estate market, Steve could tell the bones of your apartment weren’t in the best shape. The entire townhouse was in desperate need of updating. But what concerned him more, outside of the low ceiling and old light fixtures, was what he could only assume was a new mess. Your coffee table had been smashed, creating a pile of kindling in your tiny living room. Papers were thrown about, a coffee cup sat shattered on the floor. 

He called your name again as he went in, reaching inside his jacket to pull out his concealed handgun as he listened carefully. Once he stepped into the hallway leading to your tiny kitchen, he took a step back at the sudden lurch of your dog heading in his direction.

Then Steve heard your quiet voice. The dog retreated into the kitchen, planting himself in front of you as Steve turned to look in. His heart sank.

You were seated on the floor, back pressed against the wall. It was clear you were trying to hide, make yourself small. And was that… some sort of steak knife in your hand? When you finally looked up at him, your eyes were wide.

When you tried to press yourself even further back, eyeing down the gun in Steve’s hand, he slowly put it down on the counter and said your name. “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was just a precaution.” Shit. The way you reacted to the gun wasn’t a surprise but it made Steve even angrier. Whoever had been here, whoever had done this, well, they probably had guns too. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” Steve crouched down, keeping his distance while Hercules acted as your bodyguard. He was trying everything in his power to maintain his composure but god fucking damnit, Steve needed to know who did this and he needed to deal with it. “Are you hurt?”

You took in a deep breath then just shrugged, relaxing just a fraction when Hercules circled around and flopped down to rest his head on your knee. “There were two guys, they had.. They had guns with them. They said they just wanted to talk to me, to … they kept talking about whoever the guy was who drove that SUV.” Your breath picked up as you recounted what had happened. “They..they smashed my phone and..” Slowly, you moved your hand up towards your neck, gently dragging your fingers against the tender skin on your collarbone. “..One guy he..” You winced at the memory.

The heat grew more and more in his stomach as he saw you shaking with fear, recounting whatever the fuck had just happened. How dare any of those fucking imbeciles lay their hand on you? And because of him? If he wasn’t sure of his next steps before, he was going to figure them out now. Because someone needed to pay for this.

His phone buzzed. He stood up and saw a message from Bucky, wondering if Steve needed his help inside. Steve took a step back, turning towards the front door.

“Don’t go,” you pleaded quietly, letting your hand linger in the air as you reached for him. “Steve, please..”

Steve stopped and turned back to you, giving his head a firm shake. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” 

---

A few hours ago you were saying goodbye to your friends as your sangria pitcher finally ran dry. And now? You and Hercules were in an elevator with Steve and his friend Bucky, heading to Steve’s apartment.

Everything that had just happened felt like a bit of a dream - a bad dream. A break in at your own apartment, being intimidated, harassed and assaulted by men with guns, zipping through Brooklyn with Steve as he promised you a safe space to stay for the night.

You didn’t say much to each other once you had left, but you could see the twist of concern and small decisions Steve started to make to ensure you felt secure. A hand at your back, a soft smile, extra attention being given to Hercules to make sure he was okay, too.

You hadn’t gotten into much detail yet but you knew Steve wanted to figure out who the men were who had done this. You were already dreading talking about it again. And god, you likely had another police experience coming your way. What was happening in your life and how could it go back to normal again?

“Hey,” Steve tipped his head towards the door as the elevator opened. You took the lead as you stepped out into the hallway, where just a small handful of apartment doors were spread out. 

Steve’s building was a place you could only daydream about living in. You followed him through the door to his apartment, checking over your shoulder to see Bucky guiding Hercules behind you. 

Bucky was incredibly kind to you throughout this whole thing, especially back at your apartment. He had patiently directed you as Steve made some phone calls, carefully standing outside your room as you packed a quick overnight bag. And he was very taken to Hercules, which you really appreciated. 

Once inside Steve’s place, you made your way into the living room just past the foyer. Steve and Bucky moved into the kitchen briefly, exchanging a few hushed sentences out of your earshot. 

When they joined you in the living room, they found you crouched down on the floor with Hercules. You tipped your head up to look at them. Bucky’s gaze was on his phone but Steve was watching you with a soft smile. 

“Do you think he’ll be okay here tonight?” Steve took a knee on the other side of Hercules, slowly reaching his hand out to scratch behind his ear. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, just a bit, as you nodded. “Yeah, he’s pretty easy going usually.” As if on cue, your dog nudged his head against Steve’s hand for one more quick pet then trotted further into the living room, flopping down on the rug between the couch and windows. “All his adrenaline seems to have worn off.”

And so it seemed had yours.

A few minutes later you were sitting on the couch, with Steve planted in the chair across from you and Bucky standing over his shoulder, arms crossed. Steve leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he took you in. 

God, even in the low light of his living room, the man was handsome. Wearing just a navy blazer and matching dress pants, over a black button up with no tie, he managed to look effortlessly intimidating and strangely welcoming. Like you had no reason not to trust him, as if the dark shadows behind his eyes were a sign of protection instead of a signal of something to be feared.

You took in a long breath and leaned back into the couch.

Steve dragged his tongue over his lips then let out a sharp breath. “Okay, so I need you to walk me through exactly what happened.”

You knew this was coming. The moment Steve insisted on not calling the cops, something shifted for you. This whole situation had escalated beyond what you were used to, that whomever these men were to Steve - it probably wasn’t good. 

But when you looked over at Steve, as much as you wanted to shake with worry about what might happen next, you couldn’t. Despite being way out of your comfort zone, scared out of your mind, coming down from your own rush of adrenaline, you weren’t scared. Not anymore, not in his presence and under the additional watchful eye of his right hand man.

And so you told him and Bucky exactly what had happened. How your girlfriends had left, how you were finding the next episode of your favourite show to watch, how you had some writing to catch up on and planned on staying up late. Then you heard a noise outside, then a knock at your door.

Then… well, then you had called Steve when everything started unfolding.

And after the men managed to get beyond the door and push their way through to you, you had nowhere to hide. Once they smashed your phone, you were going to comply and do whatever they needed to, to get them out of your home but then one of them threatened Hercules, and even kicked him-

“Jesus,” Bucky muttered, teeth clenched. Before he could get his true feelings out, Steve held up his hand and had you continue.

“I shoved the guy who was closest to me, trying to go for the other idiot before he hurt Herc and then..” You closed your eyes, going into vague details about how the man pushed you back, how he shoved you into the wall, the kitchen counter. How he pulled out his gun and put his hand around your throat and..

When you opened your eyes again, taking in the silence of the room as you trailed off, Steve was watching you carefully. Though you safely assumed he was an expert at hiding his emotions, you could see a twitch in his jaw. His fists rested on his knees, clenched and turning white with tension.

“One of them got a phone call and I guess they were beckoned to leave. They had enough time to make more of a mess while I cowered away but..” You gulped, shaking your head. “What if they come back? I think I should just call Officer Hammond and-”

“No.” Steve stood up, taking barely a stride to make his way towards the couch. He took a seat beside you, extending his hand to ever so gently cradle your jaw, turning your head to look at him. He said your name softly, barely.. “I’m going to take care of this.”

Your safe feeling was depleting and as much as you wanted to argue, to put a stop to all of this, to do it the correct way, you couldn’t. Earlier, when the threat was outside your door, you didn’t think of calling the police. It was Steve who had crossed your mind. For some unknown reason, you had a feeling he would help you. 

Steve pulled his hand away and stood again, shooting a glance to his friend. 

Bucky cleared his throat, taking a step forward. “Doll, can you tell me what the guys looked like? Identifying features?” 

You wanted to ask a thousand questions about what happened now, about what Bucky was planning on doing, about his metal arm and lack of hesitation to help Steve. But you just played along, delivering all the details you could. Once you repeated it all and answered a few of his questions, you sat up and leaned forward. “Oh. One of them went by Walker. I’m not sure if that’s a first name or..”

“Last name.” Bucky gave one nod before muttering out a tired laugh. “That fucking moron.” He looked at Steve. “Okay, I know where to go. Nat’s gonna meet me downstairs.”

Steve followed him to the door and you could hear their quiet conversation once more. 

Twisting your hands together, you sat on the couch with your thoughts. You couldn’t believe how your night had played out. Really, if you thought about the last week of your life you’d be hard pressed to believe it was real life. How could the simple act of getting a person out of harm’s way lead to this?

When you heard Steve’s footsteps heading back towards you, after the door shut behind Bucky, you stood up and looked at him. 

Okay, you had to ask. Because a lot of this felt nonsensical, impossible even.

“You don’t really work in real estate, do you?” With the most courage you could muster you met his gaze, which was stoic as he watched you. “My friend Maria had this crazy theory and.. I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into here, Steve. But this isn’t… I just did the right thing and saved you from being hit by a car and.. Now what? People with guns are breaking into my home and threatening my dog? And instead of going to the police.. I’m right here in your apartment - with you, a kind, handsome stranger who keeps offering to help and take care of me and I just don’t get it. Is this real?”

He didn’t falter or let his facade break when you spiraled. Instead, he motioned towards his kitchen. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

You sat with a steaming mug of chamomile at Steve’s kitchen island. His kitchen felt impressively Steve somehow too, with dark granite counters and cool grey tones decorating the tall cabinets. The light blue kettle that sat on his stove somehow humanized him even more though. 

Steve opted to lean against the counter, shrugging off his suit jacket as he met your eyes. “So. First, let me just say - I don’t want you to feel like I brought you here for any other reason than keeping you safe tonight. I want you to feel safe here, with me. But if you don’t feel comfortable, you can leave. I will put you up in a hotel somewhere or if you have a friend you can stay with-”

You swallowed hard and brought your hand up. “No, that’s not.. I’m sorry for, uhm, going off a bit there. I just..” You left your mug on the island and leaned forward, balancing your chin on your hand while your elbow propped you up. You matched his gaze, somehow both honest and shy. “In college, my friends and I did this thing called honesty hour. Usually after a really late night or when we were a bit drunk. But the point is to be as honest as possible, but gentle, I guess. Feelings were always at risk but if it was after 2am, it was honesty only.”

A small smirk tugged at Steve’s lips as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Okay.”

“So. Honesty hour.” You nodded.

“What do you want to know?”

“Do you always carry a gun?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“There are often dangerous, poorly- intentioned people in my line of work.”

You narrowed your eyes, pausing to take a small sip from your mug. “Your line of work - in real estate and art gallery ownership?”

Steve let out a quiet laugh. “The scope of my day to day work goes well beyond that.”

God, you had so many other questions but you had a feeling Steve was not going to share any details with you. Maybe it was better that way for both of you. Because answering some of your questions might ruin everything. “Would you rather I not ask about that? Your.. full scope?”

“I don’t think it qualifies for your honesty hour, no.”

You were ready to counter with something but you figured it wasn’t worth pushing his buttons. After another big breath, you closed your eyes. “Do you think those guys are going to show up again? At my apartment?”

The mug that had been resting in Steve’s hand found a careful spot on the counter. He took a big step forward and leaned onto the island opposite you.

Your name left his lips. You opened your eyes.

“I promise they won’t.” It was clear some things were being left unsaid, hidden behind his reassuring smile. His hand landed on yours as it rested on the table. “Trust me when I say I’ll never let that sort of thing happen again.” You looked from him, focusing on the warmth in his eyes and how his palm felt against your skin and…

“My turn.” Steve ran his thumb over the top of your hand, as if searching for the softest spot. “You called me. How come?”

You had never been so grateful to hear someone’s phone ring, because you did not want to answer that question. He tried to ignore it but the buzzing in his pocket filled in the quiet that lingered between you. Just like that, whatever that moment was or could have been - vanished. He gave you an apologetic glance as he stepped away. 

You sipped on your tea, feeling more and more run down by this whole situation. You were tired, finally and Steve’s big sweeping statements gave you some peace of mind. You trusted him, that was the only thing you were certain about. 

Despite everything, including the silly rumours from Maria and the broken remains of your apartment on the other side of Brooklyn… There was something about Steve that made you feel okay about all of this.

But the thought of talking any more about it now made your thoughts spiral out of control. Truthfully, you needed to sleep. And you really needed to talk all of this through in the group chat with the girls. You desperately wished your phone was still functioning.

Before you could even let your train of thoughts derail, you heard Hercules’ feet tapping against the floors in search of you. You took one final sip of your tea and met him in the living room. Your boy was ready for bed too.

You hesitated though, glancing from him to the door. He looked that way too. Maybe it would be smart to take him out one more time before you headed to bed.

Steve found you near the door and reached his hand out to stop you before you could even grab your coat. “Hey. I can take him out, if you want to get ready for bed.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Please, I insist.” He grabbed Hercules’ leash from the small entry table and rested his hand on your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog for months now so this is a nice reminder about responsibilities.” 

Steve’s genuine smile was unmatched and, well, Hercules just looked excited for one last moment of fresh air. “Okay, fine. For your own research purposes. Thanks Steve.”

He waved his hand and pulled on a coat from the hanging rack. “The guest room is just down there.” With his free hand he pointed down the hall behind you. “First door on the right. Bathroom across the hall.”

The minute Steve was outside the door with Hercules, you made your way to the bedroom. You nearly gasped when you opened the door, considering the space was practically the same size as your entire apartment. And god, the view from the windows. A full floor to ceiling piece of glass illuminated Brooklyn below.

The bathroom was just as impressive. After finding a fluffy towel and figuring out how the shower and faucet functioned, you let yourself get consumed by the water. Though you felt far past your breaking point, you held back your tears. Yes, the entire night behind you had been a rollercoaster. And yes, you were nervous about what tomorrow was going to bring.

But you were safe. That’s all that mattered.

--

Chapter 01 - Chapter 03

[average-transfem-robotgirl]

C:\Users\M4RTA> dir

Volume in drive C is M4Ros

Volume Serial Number is CA2E-9842

Directory of C:\

16/02/2022 10:42 <DIR> Accounts

23/07/2024 22:01 <DIR> boot-sav

19/11/2021 08:12 <DIR> M4RT4logs.txt

17/11/2023 14:43 <DIR> Harddrive

06/02/2022 18:06 <D-

what are you doing in here?

[the-love-cafe]

For platonic love event!

There are so many amazing people that have been in my life to shape how I am today. And one of them undoubtebly would be a close friend of mine, jae. Now we are no longer friends but his personality is something I'll always remember and his fun loving attitude made me survive through a lot of harsh times. You'll always be a great memory.

It's pretty self-explanatory how I'll never shut up about Nana, @loveliestfelix cuz she made me start writing here; my ultimate muse. Also one of my oldest moots alongside sav & amour. I am really grateful to have met her.

Quel, @gyuletters my love! She is the sweetest alright? You're always so energetic and full of ideas. I love her aesthetic, she is so kind! And these past few days have been amazing running the cafe with her.

Amour! @huenation, I always want to talk to you more but could never gain the courage. She is always insanely kind and really a strong person to look upto as well. Her blog gives me so much hope, and it makes me wish we both can find happiness one day, everyday.

Ghost @shutupheathersorryheatherr , has such boss bitch energy I swear! She is ardent in conversations, even if silence takes place sometimes. She always has a way of engaging me and she is super fun & comfortable to be around, I'd kill to be besties with her in real life.

I can't conclude it without my itgirl @itgirlgyu, Qiwi! I sincerely wish yt algorithm stops showing me qiwi chopping videos. I can't miss you anymore T^T You realize the value of something once you've lost it and I recently had a similar experience. Now Qiwi is so easy to get along with. She has that spirit as well as creating a comfy space for you to blend into. Ofc I look upto her as a writer but much more as a person.

yours, yerin~

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thank you for purchasing . . .

༄𖦹꩜ 𓇼 Platonic love event || how to confess ✉︎

[wonik1ss]

i don’t know who these people are… — SURFS UP ! 🏄‍♀️

01. sav/sosavy - y/n’s sister, is in the party now study later club, is the reason her family went to the beach for the summer

02. karina/uryoojm - y/n’s sisters friend, got dragged on the summer trip because sav didn’t want to be lonely

03. sullyoon/seollyun - her family is one of y/n’s neighbors at the beach, very shy like y/n so they got along well

04. aran/angelaran - showed y/n around the beach town, kinda in love with hanni, faceless singer?

05. beomgyu/omgyubee - parents also forced him to be here, lives in his grandmas basement, constantly missing but always knows what’s going on

summary : it was your 1st trip to the sunny beaches of cali. you had never been interested in anything else but surfing.. well that was until you saw the new teen surfing instructor j. she was everything you wanted and more. But with that came a really really REALLY dense girl who would probably never see your feelings.. which is what you thought for now.

masterlist | first chronicle

[spicysix]

Characters Out of Context Tag

obsessed with the many tag games today i love you all so much!!!!

tagged by @patchworkgargoyle thank you once again Sav babey ♡ this was SO FUN!!!

Rules:

Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like)

Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Have fun, no pressure!

leaving this as an open tag bc i ran out of people to tag. i'm tagging YOU. yes, YOU. reading this now. go work on your wips. and gimme some quotes

lines from it feels like i'm going home [eddie X reader, roadtrip!AU] because i spoiled a lot from the stonathan fic already lmao. also, not gonna do any for Chapter 01 because there are literally only two character's lines so let's jump that!

Chapter 02: “Yeah, you damn better! Jesus, you’re completely insane. Listen-” Chapter 03: “No Zoo, though, I’m terrified of all kinds of wildlife.” Chapter 04: “You slept on my bed last night?” Chapter 05: “Many more to come, right?” Chapter 06: “I don’t look like a hairy cow!”

[king-of-better]

FINAL supplements

These were originally prices of worldbuilding text on the DVDs for final, the GGG DVD included them with explanations.

1: A leaflet explaining GaoFighGar distributed at the 1st GGG Convention, at G-Island City in 2007, touting the 2nd Gen Ul-Tech Engines and Programs Rings. The convention was held between GaoFighGar successfully forming in January 2007 and the battle in Paris in July.

2: The main theme song of "Les Vierges d'acier" an unauthorised film about KoRyu and AnRyu made due to their fame in France. Unable to get the robots themselves, human actors were case, which contributed to the films poor performance.

3: Transcript of a dialogue between Mobile Unit Captain Evoluder GUY, Volfogg, Porc-Auro, and the American and Russian Intelligence Robots, immediately prior to the commencement of Operation Mermaid Tears in Copenhagen, on 2006/08/07. The missions was to Rescue Mode Warp personnel from a hostage situation. Porc-Auto was only able to run support, as he is currently mounted in a non-transforming vehicle. The American and Russian units are prone to squabbling.

4: A draft of Rose Approval's statement on GGG's exile, with some areas replaced due to being worded too strongly either positively or negatively, even if she supported their actions.

5: An email sent from Shuu to Gimlet on March 31, declaring himself the ideal candidate for the ZMC Project all subjects so far having died, and confessing his reasons for wanting this, asking to be be recommended for the role to Thanatos. Bionet acquired some Zonder Metal after the EI-01 incident, and used it to develop Metal Cyborg technology.

6: A Diary entry by Dr. Shishioh Leo on 2003/10/11. The Mecha Lion has been officially renamed Galeon after the data was found in it's Black Box, and he marvels at it's flying under it's own power and managing to penetrate EI-01'S barrier when it saved Gai. He has now determined looking at Galeon's structure that it was designed to be the central component of a larger being, and while they don't have those other components, he knows they have to recreate said components. Obviously, Galeon was originally the central component of Genesic GaoGaiGar, but they didn't have the Genesic Machines.

7: Message exchange between the weather girl who became EI-22, and Kazamatsuri Sumire, over July and August 2007. On 07/07/30, The weather girl returned from holiday in snowy Paris, and wonders about the GaoGaiGar, GaoFighGar fight. Sumire is worried the fish that Valnar eats will run out. On 07/08/09 they react to GGG's exile. On 07/08/12 the weather girl invited Sumire to the Pikkapika Parade after Bottom the World had to cancel the Chika parade due to flooding, but Sumire is to concerned about Valnar, what with whales washing up. On 07/08/22, Sumire tells her friend to keep strong in the face of the devastation, and trust in GGG.

8: A note from Rose Approval requesting that if humanity is destroyed by the devastation, that Taiga and Hyuma lead the survivors of GGG as the Jew humanity. She hopes the Key to Victory she gave Swan will be unnecessary, but understands the Goldion Crusher may be needed. This was part of a Last Will and Testament she prepared in case of humanity falling.

Project Z

A short picture drama included with the GGG boxset as promotion for what would eventually become GaoGaiGar Vs Betterman. They'll definitely be a little repeating myself when I start reading that.

Lamia narrates on the final battle approaching him and his fellow Somniums, 6 new allies are shown to us.

Mamoru sends a message to Hana asking about things of G-Island, and asking after Yosef and the puppies. He's current at GGG Space Centre in America, working with Yaginuma and Takanohashi, who Rose Approval pardoned. Kaidou has been is Australia seeing Yuka. The Orbit Base has been installed with a new Division Ship, and a new NeuroMechanoid, and the GaoMachines are being recreates, Mamoru and Kaidou will serve as Head Divers. He hopes the plan to save GGG will succeed.

In a test of the new Kakuseijin GaiGo, Mamoru, in the Womb Head, communicates with the Space Center, specifically Yamajii of Akamatsu Industries, the company contracted to created Kakuseijin GaiGo. In order to use Fusion Kakuseijin GaiGo has to be in Active Mode, controlled by Kaido from Cereb Head, but the programming needs work. They cannot proceed with Project Z until Fusion works, so they can escort Division VI; Infinite Connected Tank Ship Mizuha to Jupiter to harness THE POWER. Wile for Mamoru, Kaidou and even Akamatsu this is in aid of saving GGG, it also represents an advance of the Space Energy Development Plan.

Understanding their position, Mamoru tries to give Kaidou control, but there's no connection, and Kakuseijin GaiGo crashes into the sea, Mamoru escapes in Purification Mode, but Kaidou doesn't emerge. Lamia communicates with Mamoru, telling him the time is now. Mamoru remembers him from communicating in the Trinary Star System, but doesn't understand Somniums, and is warned of the dangers to come, before Lamia leaves atop a glowing jellyfish.

Mamoru remembers Kaidou, and manages to telekinetically pill Kakuseijin GaiGo out of the water, but Kaidou is unconscious. Mamoru sees what he thinks is the sun, but realises is something else. The Somnium are ready, while Mamoru thinks about everyone he needs to save (Stallion and Piggy don't get name checked, and I'm not sure if he knows Papillon is dead) then realises with a start the brilliant light in the sky looks like a form of a flaming Genesic GaoGaiGar, possibly using THE POWER, is this the Conquering King Lamia warned him of.

[soulventure91]

for dir: 01, 13, 20 // tor: 14, 05, 18 :D

major arcana asks! |

Diric 01.  the magician  :  how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? Diric was never much of a fate person, though it wasn't until recently that he's become Very Aware of forces that normally he'd never once think would be interested in him actually are. Which is weird for him but he's Trying, Dammit. Trying is the one thing he's good at, and Diric's always viewed his life as a matter of trying for what you want to be able to do, even if it blows up in your face. Destiny is as much choice as it is already designed; to Diric's mind, destiny is that weird mixture of the Outside Forces (in his case, Bahamut; he's aware of it being Pelor to a heavy degree with Mio, not to mention Sseth/Sa Shai for Sav, Mystra for Laz, and Kord for Alar) and what you choose to be. That idea of choice got driven in deep for him during his time away from the party, to the point of if any of the party's individual agency is taken out of their hands, Dir just will not be having it. It's been the party's choices, successes, and fuckups that have gotten them this far, and if any of the party deities (even his own!) try to tell him nobody has a choice in anything Diric will legit 1v1 that deity. Might even be a trick to talk him down from it, depending on the situation.

13.  death  :  is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? Prooooobably but if he does then he doesn't...really have a hope for a decent future? When all is said and done? Am sure you can guess what and why. It's not even that this Particular Thing is on a pedestal for him; he just wants it to work so there's a chance of happiness coming out of it. Diric has had so little happiness in his life even if he's told the Thing was a lie he probably wouldn't give a damn; it gave him hope, it made him happy, and while he can maybe live with hearing it's over it's not going to stop him from wanting it back. Even if that chance closes forever.

20.  judgement  :  is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ? Diric does NOT forgive himself well, we know this. It's something he still kinda has to work on, though how he has a technique to just Get Rid of that Bad Vibe as soon as he recognizes. This is probably a very long-standing trauma response developed from dealing with his mother and the very long string of relationships he had in his unit: Other Person asks him to Be Something, Diric does his best to Be That, Other Person leaves, so Diric must not have Done It Right. It's very not good for him and I get the feeling he may be hit right in that Trauma Spot soon :) As for others that wrong him....eeeeeh depends. Diric's never forgiven his mother, and at this rate probably will never want to, for concealing the truth of his human heritage and treating him as a concealed bastard instead of her heir. By contrast, that string of relationships? Probably unless the situation for a separation was clearly and definitely Their Fault, Diric would forgive. Man believes in making things right when he senses he's in the wrong, and he regularly feels like he makes mistakes when it comes to social interaction.

Tor 14.  temperance  :  does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? Tor is not necessarily a planner! He just has a technical common sense that, despite his low WIS stat, is developed more from his research. That being said, whatever he decides to lean into can be very impulsive. See: testing his runs of the Hunter's Bane ON HIMSELF. EACH TIME. Probably that initial-impulse-thorough-design/intent is why the Harpers recruited him. See also: STICKING HIS HAND IN A FIRE, THUS LOSING SAID HAND, BUT ULTIMATELY BEFRIENDING AN ANCIENT UNDEAD WIZARD AND GETTING HIS SPELLBOOK. You get the idea. Tor decides he wants to do a thing, he does it, evaluates the results, moves on if it worked and decides to try again if not.

05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ? Tor is very much a 'do good to people and expect good in return' type of person, though it was something he had to suppress as he was getting started on the surface and being a Drow in the Sword Coast doesn't always go well. It's this mindset that aligns him pretty well with the Harpers, and part of his devotion to Eilistraee (and thus her acting as his eldritch patron) is maintaining that mindset despite whatever terrible things he faces.

18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? :) Tor wants his brother and sister back :) He wants his family :) Because every day he has more questions he wants to ask them but he can't :) And it's not realistically in any power he has right now or may ever have :) So he pushes down all the questions and loneliness as best he can because there are people that need him and what he can do :) Even if it makes him a killer like his father wanted him to be :)

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[andreaskorn]

Dr. Andreas Korn: Gameforschung

RoboCop: Rogue City 2023 - Game Saves

In meiner PC Version liegen auf der Festplatte hier die automatischen Speicherpunkte vor, bei denen eine chronologische Nummerierung (01-27) sowie unnummerierte Save Dateien (*.sav) generiert werden.

C:\Users\email\AppData\Local\RoboCop\Saved\SaveGames %LOCALAPPDATA%\RoboCop\Saved\SaveGames\

Durchgang (Zeitliche Chronologie 17.1.24-23.1.24)

01 - Channe19 Headquarters.sav 02 - Metro West.sav 03 - Downtown.sav Arcade Ghost House 04 - Slaughterhouse.sav 05 - Metro West.sav 06 - Steel Mill.sav Workers Space.sav Warehouse Office.sav North Stronghold.sav Cold Place.sav North-West Stronghold.sav Tunnels.sav Smelter Plant.sav 07 - Gibsen Memorial Hospital.sav 08 - Metro West.sav 09 - OCP Bank.sav 10 - Metro West.sav 11 - Downtown.sav Suspect's Apartment Buildung.sav Storage Facility.sav Victim's Apartment Buildung.sav Spike's Apartment Buildung.sav Courthouse.sav 12 - Juneberry Mall.sav 13 - Metro West.sav 14 - Gibsen Memorial Hospital.sav 15 - Old Factory.sav 16 - Metro West.sav 17 - OCP Correctional Facility.sav 18 - Gibsen Memorial Hospital.sav 19 - Metro West.sav 20 - Downtown.sav Fish Shop.sav Star Motel.sav Sewers.sav 21 - OCP Headquarters.sav 22 - Detroit Arms EXPO.sav 23 - Metro West:sav 24 - Downtown.sav Brigg's Apartment Building.sav Video Store.sav Chop Shop.sav Bridge Control Rooms.sav Unterground.sav 25 - Delta City Construction Site.sav 26 - Metro West.sav 27 - OCP Headquarters.sav

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weitere Save Daten im 2. Durchgang, NGP = New Game Plus Modus; ab 23.1.24):

NGPInitialSave.sav (1. Start im neuen Modus) … (fehlt) eigentlich kommt hier: NGO 01 Channe19 Headquarters.sav NGP 02 - Metro West.sav NGP 03 - Downtown.sav NGP Chop Shop.sav NGP Arcade.sav NGP Maurice's Apartment Buildung.sav NGP Ghost Hause.sav NGP Brigg's Apartment Buildung.sav NGP 04 - Slaughterhouse.sav NGP 05 - Metro West.sav NGP 06 - Steel Mill.sav NGP Workers Space.sav NGP Warehouse Office.sav NGP North-West-Stronghold.sav NGP Tunnels.sav NGP North Stronghold.sav NGP Cold Place.sav NGP Smelter Plant.sav NGP 07 - Gibson Memorial Hospital.sav NGP 08 - Metro West.sav NGP 09 - OCP Bank.sav … (noch nicht vollständig absolviert)

Dr. Andreas Korn, 28.01.2024

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[the-love-cafe]

hello hello here to confess my love to @soov once again

my soovie boobie ❤️‍🩹 you posted a wrong room chapter the other day and it made me think back to when we first became moots (I think it was through kayla?) but wrong room is literally what brought us together I remember liking that one chapter and binge reading it the whole night because it's saur good🧎🧎🧎 wrong room inspired that enhapatch ask (Astrid tracklist forever on my mind) and now it's inspiring this one

the last time I sent an ask like this it was to appreciate your blog and works but today I want to appreciate you as a person because even though you time out me for stupid reasons and say raven is your wife and not me I still love you 😞 I won't lie, I felt really awkward in wme that day I came back to discord after months because there were so many people I didn't know but everything was okay because you were there and whenever you were online I felt at ease (Kimmy and Kayla too 😋) and I still feel that whenever you're in my askbox or ranting about spider man in your channel

I don't know how many times I've said that your blog is a comfort place for me but I think I've begun to realise that you are the comfort place. Whether it's here or on discord I feel so comfortable around you, and I hope you do too

such a sweet confession right? ✉︎

since sav didn't order any drinks, today's caramel macchiato is on the house for that cute doodle ♡

ITEM NAME - QTY - AMOUNT

caramel macchiato - 01 - ♡0.00

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YOUR TOTAL IS - ♡0.00

thank you for your purchase . . .

do you wanna confess too? ✉︎

[acrelmichelle]

ACREL ADW300 IOT WIRELESS POWER METER

ADW300 wireless measuring energy meter is mainly used for various electric parameter measurement as well as active and reactive power measurement of medium and low voltage networks. It has RS485 communication and a variety of wireless communication options, which is convenient for users to monitor, collect and manage electricity consumption. It can be flexibly installed in the distribution box to realize sub-item electric energy measurement, statistics and analysis for different areas and different loads.

Specification of ADW300 IoT Wireless Power Meter

Function

Description

Measurement

Three-phase AC kWh, kVarh, Active Power, Reactive Power, Quadrant Reactive Power Energy, Current, Voltage, Voltage&Current Unbalance, Power Factor, Apparent Power, Frequency, Harmonic (2~31st&THD)

（Standard）

Measurement

Temperature Measurement:4-channel (A, B, C, N) Cable Temperature Monitoring;  Thermistor: NTC;  Range: -40~+99℃;  Accuracy:±2℃

(Optional)

Residual Current Measurement: 1-channel Residual Current Monitoring (Need to be paired with Residual Current Transformers)

Communication

RS485 Port with Modbus-RTU protocol -  1 start bit,8 data bits,1 stop bit, no parity;  Baud Rate 1200~38400 bps, etc.

(Standard)

Infrared Communication - Constant Baud Rate 1200 bps

Communication

4G LTE - Normal Communicaiton Module Support: LTE-FDD: B1/B3/B5/B8;  LTE-TDD:B34/B38/B39/B40/B41

(Optional)

4G LTE - Global Communication Module Support: LTE-FDD: B1/B3/B5/B7/B8/B20/B28;  LTE-TDD: B38/B40/B41

WiFi - Support 2.4GHz or 5GHz

LoRaWAN

LoRa

NB-IoT

Display

LCD Display and LED Indicator

(Standard)

HMI

Keypads Programming: Setting of CT/PT Ratio, Communication, Phase Wiring and etc

(Standard)

Software

Adjustment Software: Setting of Data Upload Interval, WiFi configuration (Account&Password), Server Address, Port and etc

(Standard)

Alarm Function

Undervoltage, Overvoltage, Undercurrent, Overcurrent, Underload, Overload, Communication Disconnection and etc

(Standard)

I/O Function

4-channel or 2-channel DI (Digital Input)

(Optional)

2-channel DO (Digital Output)

Features of ADW300 IoT Wireless Power Meter

01

It has the advantages of small size, high precision, rich functions, etc., and has many optional communication methods, supporting RS485 communication and Lora, 2G, NB, 4G and other wireless communication methods;

02

It uses an industrial-grade microprocessor as the core, adopts an external open-type CT, and supports power-off-free installation;

03

It can meet the installation requirements of low-voltage cabinets and floor distribution boxes with strict space requirements.

[ruzamalogprinca]

Izvini, ako si umorna, ako si cekala, cenim i mnogo mi je drago i hvala ti.

Necu praviti uvod, koji mi sluzi da se opustim, to je kad samo zelim da ti pisem, tako da to u stvari i nije uvod, a sad znam sta sam obecao.

Imam ljubimca. Usvojio sam ga u martu jedne godine, kao pufnicu, bio je sav prljav i kupao sam ga u nekoj ciniji od plastike koju sam dobio uz Plazma keks, a dok ga susim i ceskam, ako prekinem, ustane kao hipnotisan i pribije se uz mene.

Prvo sam ga zvao ruzicasto prase. Pio je mleko na cuclu, dramio je cim ostane sam i odmah je postao razmazen... Ne vredi... Sad ima dugu dlaku i izrastao je u lepog psa. Videla si ga na slici, a i znam da volis zivotinje.

U nasem kraju (kao i u svakom) ima jedan pas lutalica koji ordinira i koji se snalazi. Nekad dobije granule, i od mene, kada ga vidim i dodje kod mene da se mazi. Kako to vidi moj ljubimac, pocne da laje i rastrgnuo bi lutalicu i ne prestaje dok god se ne udaljim od njega i srecno mase repom kad se vratim u dvoriste.

To je pricica, na zaloost, izbrisah pola, jer je mnogo detalja bilo napisano, ali je sustina tu...

Da li je dovoljno da ti kazem da sam ja kao moj ljubimac. Pametna si glavica i zakljucujes ko si ti u ovoj pricici.

Da... Davno sam cuo za izraz ljubomoran kao pas. Spoznao sam i zasto je to tako tek sad.

Da, ljubomoran sam, a ljubomoran ne mozes biti ako ti nije stalo do nekog, a ako ti je stalo do nekog, ne mozes ga ostaviti 5 i vise dana da ne znas bar da je dobro, kad volis nekog komuniciras sa njim i ne teras ga da se preispituje i da razmislja negativno, kad volis nekog ne teras ga od sebe, kad volis pravis kompromise, kad volis ne brojis, radis nesto da to pokazes... Kad volis... Jednostavno volis, delis sve sa tom osobom... Delis i svoje misli... Prave misli i lepe i strahove i banalne i dubokoumne.

Zapamti... mislim da ti je jasno kako sam se ja zaljubio u tebe (nije ovo da zapamtis)... Ja sam se zaljubio u tvoju licnost u tvoju dusu, u nacin razmisljanja u tvoje sposobnosti u tvoj odnos prema meni, u tvoje smedje krupne oci koje su slikale sve ove stvari i obojile mi svemir u sve boje spektra, a tvoj izgled je dosao kao nesto sto se samo po sebi uklopalo u lik Lilu (koja u filmu uopste ne lici na tebe i ja je uopste i nisam onako zamisljao), savrsene Boginje ljubavi.

Ja sam daleko od Boga, ja sam smrtnik, koji voli i koji te nikada slagao nije i koji ce odrzati sva obecanja koja ti je dao, pa makar bilo u Parizu, gradu gde smo se upoznali, u nekoj ruralnoj sredini, sto mi uopste nije vazno, ali moze da zacini.

LiLudice, obozavam te i volim te strasno.

Ljudi ne mogu bas sve da izmisle, pa i taj za vecinu, pojam, za mene, svu lepotu zivota, pod nazivom srodna dusa ja sam nasao u tebi. Ne na tebi... Zapamti to i zapamti da mi to znaci sad i uvek dok mislim o tebi i dok budem imao snage u sebi, a ojacala si me na razne nacine i imam vise snage i ljubavi nego kad sam te prvi put video.

Izvini na vremenu, potrajalo je, ali jedna sstvar se vezivala za drugu, a ovako se nisam osecao nikad, ni sto se tice osecanja prema nekom, ni sto se tice svih divnih cudovista koja igraju u meni cim se setim tvog lika i na jednoj slici koju nisam odavno video.

Ljubim te u glavicu za laku noc i izvini ako si cekala.

Volim te, laku noc, najmilija, odmori lepe oke.

01:56 24.01.23.

P.S. ako ima slovnih gresaka, ne zameri

[will-caruso]

@sdclore

It's not like it had been Will's intention to get utterly shit faced tonight. It'd started out as a typical evening which- if we're being completely honest- almost always involves liquor to some extent. But. He'd been a bit of a habitual drinker. It took more than a rum and coke or two to get him utterly sloshed, and if anyone had asked, that was now his intention. The wind picked up fast, as did the rain, and getting a cab had become almost impossible. Fuck if he'd call up one of the only two people he'd trusted to drive his ass in this city, and not just because he's unwilling to bother them and (or) refuses to admit that maybe he should get his license renewed... But anyway. He does his best to pretend it took more than twenty minutes to straight-up purchase the entire bottle of some off-brand silver tequila from a center shelf. Will snatches two shot glasses from the edge of the bar, leaning over the bar top with a broad grin meant specifically for the bartender. She laughs at him, shooing him off, because, really? Who'd ever felt threatened by Will Caruso? No one in this life. He'd certainly made sure of that. With his bottle and his shot glasses, Will's moseying his way around. Looking for a stranger. Someone new. Unfamiliar. Very important, less he need to divulge an acquaintance with any bullshit about his life or how he's doing. Utter fuckery. He's not interested. Truly, the man wants nothing more than to get drunk enough to give zero shits about flagging down a cab at 2 o'clock in the morning from some soggy side street. "Before you start to protest, uh, don't." He slides the glasses across the table and makes himself comfy against a padded wooden chair. "Name's Will." Spoken pointedly as he pops the cork from the bottle and starts to pour the liquor into the shot glasses. "I didn’t come over to hit on you, and I couldn't care less about what you do for a living." Glancing up, he'd offer a sly grin before pressing the shot forward. "I trust you can handle tequila?"