#this is part of me paring down my responsibilities to the bare minimum so I can hope to stay afloat

[asinglesock]

I quit my job! and I ruminated over it for several days first but it still felt really impulsive!

#a sock speaks #grad school tag #this is part of me paring down my responsibilities to the bare minimum so I can hope to stay afloat #I wasn't making much money anyway. this is probably going to mean minimal restaurant food for the rest of the school year but that's okay #and I should probably wait on buying a car #but man. I had to do something. a good percentage of my many hours of sitting in bed feeling helpless were over this job #and I tried several days in a row to force myself to be better. and it wasn't enough! #yes I need to face my fears but that also means facing my fear of failure. and sending emails I know are going to make people unhappy. #I don't really know if this will make things better or worse but it will at least make things different #that said. I'm so scared to see my supervisor's reply. I'm so scared of it. #local construction

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 18)

*Not My Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 10-04-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I’ve edited this and then posted it and then edited it again. So many things I didn’t catch before I posted that I don’t even know what to say 😂

~Banished Master List~

~Master List~

*Based of Episode 2x05 Human Trials of the 100.

Clarke’s feet dragged behind her as two pairs of hands hauled her into Camp Jaha, yells and orders being thrown about but none of them made any sense to her when her head lulled to the side.

“That’s not a prisoner! That’s my daughter!” Abby shouted through the camp, making everyone stop as she wipes the hair away from her daughters’ face, crying from relief at seeing her alive.

“Mom?” Clarke croaked out before she was rushed to medical by Abby’s orders. Abby held her daughter’s face, pushing her hair down as Clarke stared in disbelief. “I saw your ship crash.” Clarke said as Abby pressed a rag to her face.

“I wasn’t on it.” She assured her before Byrne walked in, barely taking Abby’s attention away from Clarke.

“Where were you?” Byrne asked Clarke as Abby glared at her, telling her that was enough but Clarke answered anyways.

“Mount Weather. The mountain men took us to Mount Weather.” Abby helped Clarke sit up as Byrne left them alone. “Mom. Did anyone else make it out?” She questioned as Abby stopped her constant moving and met Clarke’s eyes.

“Six of you did.”

“Finn and Bellamy?” Abby nodded her head and Clarke gasped saying she thought they were dead over and over again as Abby pulled her in for a hug.

Jasper was let into Dante Wallace’s office, standing by the door as Wallace stood up.

“Thank you for coming.” He said and moved out from behind his desk, “I hear you head to medical everyday asking about Y/N and Clarke.”

Jasper scoffed, grabbing the chair in front of him and let his eyes stray to the ground. “No one will let me see them.” He mumbled in a way for Wallace to still hear him.

“That’s because they’re on longer here.” Wallace told him as Jasper met his stoic gaze, a sense of distrust in his own eyes. “They ran away. I tried to convince Clarke that she was safe here but she couldn’t stop looking for enemies here and somehow convinced Y/N to leave with her.”

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful,” Jasper interrupted him, tilting his head in doubt, “Clarke and Y/N wouldn’t just abandon us.” Wallace turned down the idea as Jasper clenched his jaw. He couldn’t believe you would have just abandoned them here, even if that’s exactly what they did to you. “Are you looking for them?”

“I can’t risk the lives of my people, I’m sorry.” Wallace gave him a sad smile that Jasper knew was fake and he nodded his head to show him he understands. “What I can do is let you go after them.” Jasper paused for a second, letting his gaze falter a little.

“Could I come back?” He said, receiving a yes from Wallace telling him that Mount Weather was his home before escorting him out of the room.

Kane pushed the dirt aside, placing the small tree in the ground before burying it. “Until our final journey to the ground.” He mumbled as he thought about his mother, fulfilling his promise of burying the tree for her. He couldn’t help his thoughts from straying to you. You always used to love the tree and idolized it along with Vera, who saw you as her own granddaughter. It felt like so long ago to him, and it really was over 10 years ago being the last time he saw your smiling face in person. He knew he wasn’t only planting the tree for his mother; he was planting it for you.

“Sir?” someone said knocking him out of the thoughts. “The prisoner is refusing water.” Kane sighed, following the man to where the Grounder was tried to the tree. He tried to convince him to drink, using the killings in his argument. “What makes you think he wants to stop the killings?”

Kane took a look at the Grounder grabbing the water container in his hand. “I have to believe they didn’t survive down here by fighting.” Kane whispered, holding the container up to him as he accepted it, guzzling down the water.

They lifted the grounder off the ground as he stuck his hands out, telling them to untie him in his language, making a guard scoff.

“At least we know he can talk. Even if he doesn’t understand a word we’re saying.” The group began walking forward, Kane moving to the front as he explained his thinking.

“Whether he wants to kill us to help us make peace, it’s in his best interest to bring us back to his camp.”

Back at Camp Jaha, Clarke was just waking up from a long nap to get her strength back as she caught a glimpse of a silver pin on her coat as she sat up from Clarke’s side. “I thought you were thrown off the counsel.” Clarke points out as Abby explained it was the chancellors pin. “You?”

“Thelonious didn’t make it and Kane went looking for peace with the Grounders to get you back.” Abby’s voice was soft as Clarke shook her head, saying the Grounders didn’t have them before asking how long she was asleep, receiving the answer of 10 hours and she struggled to get up. “We need to get to Mount Weather.”

Abby nodded and put a hand on Clarke’s shoulder. “You need to rest.”

“No, I don’t. I’m fine.” She insisted standing up before Byrne entered the room.

“Movement in the North Woods.” She said and Abby turned to her.

“Grounders?” She asked as Byrne shook her head.

“I don’t think so.”

Clarke followed her mom outside, shrugging on her jacket as she got her first official look at Camp Jaha. Her eyes scanned around before landing on Raven sitting right outside the tent, crutches in hand as she smiled.

“I’ve been waiting for you!” She beamed and brought the blonde in for a hug. When they pulled apart, Clarke couldn’t help but stare in disbelief at the sight of her friend’s knee and the crutches she held. “Sucks but I’m dealing with it.” Raven told Clarke before a loud beeping sounded throughout the camp, making both of them look towards the gate as Bellamy, Octavia, Monroe and a girl Clarke never saw before entered, looking a little beaten down. Getting the go ahead from Raven, she took off towards them, Raven following behind, and wrapped her arms around Bellamy’s neck, surprising both of them as he hugged back.

“There’s something I thought I’d never see.” Octavia jokes as she watches her brother embrace Clarke. When Clarke pulled away and hugged the other Blake sibling, a moment of relief coming over her before she spoke.

“Where’s Finn? And Murphy?” she asks them, looking past them to wait for Finn. Bellamy shook his head, giving Clarke a frown.

“Looking for you.” It was Bellamy’s turn to look past Clarke, scanning for anyone from the 100 but it was no luck. “How many are with you?”

“None.” Clarke whispered, looking to the ground as Bellamy’s head started to race a little.

“No one? Jasper? Monty?...” He swallowed thickly and met Clarke’s gaze once more. “Y/N?” He couldn’t help but hope that if anyone was here it would’ve been you. He wouldn’t tell anyone that but he could tell Octavia kind of caught on a little when she put a hand on her brother’s back.

He just wanted you alive.

Clarke’s eyes lowered a little, trying to figure out what to say exactly. You made it out of Mount Weather and yet Clarke kicked you out now. She blamed the action on her tiredness, believing that maybe she would’ve thought things through better if wasn’t so drained from the moments leading up to then. But she knew that wasn’t completely true. She knew you were right when you told her not to tell anyone she kicked you out. She didn’t know how people would take it, especially Bellamy. “No.” She told him the truth, just leaving out the details behind it.

You let your head bang onto the wall behind you over and over again, sitting in silence as you tried your best not to let yourself go crazy. If only it was that easy.

“My name’s Lexa.” The girl said as you fell into a silence once again, letting your throat rest from the scream you so wanted to repeat. You couldn’t handle being locked up for another moment but you weren’t going to let her see.

“Why did they let you in here?” You asked as she took a look at you, moving her eyes away when they met yours. She didn’t answer the question and you tried to not show your annoyance, moving up towards the door again. “Is there any point in asking to let out?” You asked her, earning a small chuckle much to your amusement.

“No. They won’t let you out until the commander tells them to.” You nod taking a seat back on the ground. You took the time to pull your shirt up a little, looking over your wound and hissing when you touched it. “That looks bad.” She pointed out as you rolled your eyes, holding back a snarky comment for her sake.

“Yeah. Oh well.” You shrugged and pulled down the shirt to cover you. Resting your head back on the wall and staring at her. She tossed you a rag she had in her pocket and you used it to wipe your face off, getting almost all the blood and mud off but leaving some you couldn’t get off. “Thanks.” You kept the talking to a minimum, trying anything to pull information out of her but not revealing anything. She kept leaving, always coming back later until she didn’t.

You couldn’t take it anymore. This morning they came in and chained you to the wall, making you confused as to why until a figure was led into the cell. You pressed yourself into the wall, furthest from him as they chained him up as well and ripped the bag off his head, revealing the man to be Thelonious Jaha.

It seemed like no one was having a good day at this point. Abby and Byrne as well as a few trusted people of Camp Jaha were discussing how to get the 100 out of Mount Weather before Bellamy and Clarke argued with them about finding Finn and Murphy, only to receive a no as their response. It didn’t matter anyways since they snuck out that night.

Bellamy sat on the ground as Clarke and Octavia slept next to him. He watched Clarkethrough the firelight as she woke up. “Last time I saw you, you were closing the drop-ship door.” He said as Clarke sighed, moving to sit next to him.

“Did you get any sleep?” She asked him.

“I’ll sleep when we find Finn.” Bellamy and Clarke began to talk about Finn and how he changed, killing a Grounder without any care and now he was off with Murphy of all people and 2 automatic rifles. The conversation came to a lull a Clarke’s thoughts wandered, moving from Finn erratic behaviors to yours and she found herself doing the last thing she wanted to.

“I banished her.” She whispered as Bellamy furrowed his brows.

“Who?”

“Y/N.” He sighed at the sound of your name, knowing that your banishment wasn’t completely Clarke’s Fault.

“We both did. That’s not on you.” He told her, trying to convince himself he was right. He was so trained on his thoughts of you that he didn’t see the way Clarke froze in her skin.

“No...” she whispered, making Bellamy confused again. “She was in Mount Weather.” It was like someone punched in him the gut at Clarke’s words.

“She was in Mount Weather? She’s not now?” His voice wavered as Clarke nodded. She sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, and let him know the full story. If Bellamy thought a few minutes ago was bad he was not prepared for this. Clarke finished talking and Bellamy was only focused on the three words she finished with.

I banished her.

He wanted to yell at her. He needed to yell and scream and just let it all go because Clarke banished you and he had no say in the matter. He couldn’t even be happy that you were still alive because he just lost you.

Again.

And it hurt more than the first time.

“Why?” He whispered, trying to figure out why the hell she thought that was a good idea.

“I was trying to do what was right for our people.”

“She is our people!” He seethed as Clarke flinched away.

Neither of them said anything more, Bellamy’s eyes locked on his sister and he tried not to yell and wake her up. You were out there somewhere and he was going to find you. “First we need to find Finn, then our friends, then I’m finding her.” His last words were sharp as Clarke listened and Octavia moved to let them know she had been awake.

“And Lincoln.”

The moment the grounders left the room Jaha caught sight of you, eyes pierced at him. “Y/N?” Jaha couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. The little girl he once saw so happy running around the ark and training with Kane and her parents now stood in front of him and if it wasn’t for the picture he saw Kane look at so many times on the screen, he wouldn’t even have recognized you. You both stood in the shadows, light pouring in from the hole in the roof but not where you were locked.

“Long time no see huh?” You quipped, falling onto the ground and resting up onto the wall once again. What else was there to do? He was about to open his mouth again before the roof was opened, a body falling through and for a moment you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Ruffled black hair was the first thing you saw and you took a guess on who it was, hoping more than anything you were wrong. Jaha slowly walked out of the shadows making the man scramble on the ground before seeing Jaha completely.

“So we meet again.” Jaha said as you felt your entire world just shaking. You could’ve sworn Kane was dead. You saw the ship land back when you were first banished. Realization hit you and you threw your hands up in the air. The ship the day the drop ship blew. Of course.

“Who else is there?!” Kane shouted into the darkness having heard the rattling of your chains, making you gulp and rise to your feet. You didn’t want to take the step out but you had to and soon enough you were face to face with the one person you hated most in the world.

“Hey Kane.” You spat, not giving him the happy reunion he so wanted. He couldn’t help but look over your body, his eyes widening tremendously as he saw every cut, every bruise, every rip and blood spot on you. And it was all his fault. He didn’t want you, he put you in the hands of those monsters. He sent you to earth.

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[brightmoonprincess]

Scorpia/Adora Coffeeshop AU for @blackbyakko for the @sherawintergiftexchange! 

it’s very cheesy and rushed, but hope you like it!

paring: Scorpia/Adora rating: G length: 2.1k words

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For my best friend Entrapta! Good luck on ur robot! (^ ᴗ ^)/

Since her first day working at the cafe, Scorpia has always written kind and encouraging messages onto every single customer’s cup. Sure, her coworkers complain about not being to find the name quickly enough when it’s time to call it out. And sure, sometimes the queue of customers get irritated by the longer wait...

But it’s fun! And it keeps people happy! It’s part of the reason why Scorpia loves her job. It makes the coffee shop feel more like family, rather than business.

For some quirky reason, Entrapta insists on her espresso being served in the smallest sample-sized paper cup that’s available. It’s made it difficult for Scorpia to write out her message on it. Her hands aren’t exactly danity, and neither is her penmanship. 

(These meaty claws were meant for sweet sweet loving, not for writing tiny tiny letters.) 

 The bulky, fluffy letters cover almost the entire surface area of the cup. The emoji at the end barely makes the cut, but she manages to squeeze it in.

“Another mini espresso, coming right up!” Scorpia says, setting the cup down at the end of the line of pending orders. “Hey, uh, Entrapta… Do you think you should slow down a bit?”

It’s the tenth coffee in a row that her eccentric pig-tailed friend has bought, and Scorpia is starting to worry about her caffeine intake… Can baristas start cutting people off? Or is that only a thing for bartenders?

“What? And waste my precious time unconscious when I could be working? Never!” Entrapta proclaims when the notion of “slowing down” is suggested to her. She’s practically vibrating.

Scorpia sighs. 

After Entrapta goes to wait for her drink, Scorpia takes the next customer’s order-- but she notices that her trusty marker is almost out of ink. Man, this things really go quick-- this is the third one this month!

“Mermista! Do you know where we keep the markers?” Scorpia calls out to the other side of the bar.

Her less enthusiastic coworker groans in response. “You do know that we’re getting paid minimum wage, right?”

Just as Scorpia is about to remind her about the importance of kindness and customer service. Mermista holds up her hands and says, “Hold up, forget I asked. I’m clocking out in two minutes.”

“Already? I thought you were working until closing with me!”

“Oh, right. You don’t know yet,” Mermista realizes. “We have a new girl. She started yesterday, and she’s taking over the rest of this shift.”

Scorpia’s eyes light up. A new coworker! This could be a new friendship opportunity! Not that Mermista isn’t great, but sometimes she can be a bummer when working. The Etheria Coffee Co family could stand to gain another member who has the same passion for the art of barista-ing that Scorpia has!

Right on cue, another person comes in from the back room. She greets them joyfully, “Hi!”

Immediately, Scorpia’s excitement turns into huge disappointment. 

Really? Really??? 

Of all the eligible working young women in this town, they just had to pick the most irritating person to ever exist, with the most obnoxious personality and the most ridiculous forehead-enlarging hair poof.

They make eye contact, Scorpia’s sharp glare battling against Adora’s wide-eyed surprise, and the two buff baristas say in union--

“Oh.”

/ / / / /

“Two non-fat peppermint mochas, a sixteen-ounce americano, a salted caramel latte, and a orange-mango-agave smoothie are on the bar!”

It’s been a week, and Adora is absolutely insufferable.

She somehow manages to make six drinks simultaneously, putting together even the most complex drink orders as if she’s made them all a million times before. It’s like she’s some kind of latte-making superhuman!

Of course, she’s great at the job. Why wouldn’t she be great at everything she does?!?! Grrr.

She even convinced Entrapta to drink decaf coffee for a while instead, telling her that it’s a missed opportunity to experiment with placebo effects of caffeine. Why didn’t Scorpia think of that?!

But the worst part?? Despite the fact that Scorpia has been working at the shop for two months, Adora keeps asking her if she needs help with something. It’s like she’s always looking for a reason to swoop in and play the hero, like someone needs her to save the day from coffee shop mayhem. It’s infuriating! 

And no, it has absolutely nothing to do with the Catra situation, thank you very much. Scorpia is irritated by all of this for completely unrelated reasons! Adora is a terrible coworker! That is the one and only explanation. 

“Phew! I’m glad the place is finally starting to slow down! How’s it going over there, Scorpia?” Adora asks.

When Scorpia doesn’t reply, Adora looks over at her, and she becomes concerned at the completely crushed cup in Scorpia’s clenched fist. “Er… Scorpia? Do you want to take a break? I can handle it from here. 

Oh here we go again. Scorpia doesn’t need Adora acting like she’s better than her all of the time! She is the furthest thing from a damsel in distress. And after the past week of having to tolerate all of this, Scorpia can’t take it anymore! 

“Alright, alright! We GET it, Adora! You can handle it! You can handle everything! Well, I, for one, don’t need your help!” Scorpia snaps, too loudly.

“What? I’m just trying to be nice!”

 “... W-o-w.” Mermista’s draws out her monotone reaction as she pokes her head in from the back room. “So can both of you, like, stop being weird and help me lift some of these boxes?”

Adora and Scorpia glare at each other, but-- now that it’s incredibly awkward and uncomfortable-- they silently agree to move on. For now. 

They follow Mermista to the back storage closet, where she directs them to a tall stack of boxes to carry out. They’re small but surprisingly hefty. Nevertheless, Scorpia lifts one onto her shoulder with ease. 

Adora picks up two.

So, naturally, Scorpia picks up three more.

Yes, in fact, this just became a weight-lifting competition. 

They keep at it for a bit, stubbornly matching the number of boxes that the other person is carrying until they’re huffing and wobbling around. But there’s no way Scorpia is backing out now! This is easy-peasy. The sweat on her forehead means absolutely nothing, except that maybe the air conditioner stopped working.

“Can you hold the door open for us?” Adora asks Mermista, her voice strained.

“Nope,” Mermista answers, swiftly closing the door.

“Uh,” Adora says.

“Um,” Scorpia echoes.

They give each other confused side-glances.

“Neither of you are leaving this closet until you learn how to at least pretend to like each other,” Mermista says calmly from the other side, followed by the sound of the door being locked. “I do not get paid enough to listen to you argue all the time.”

Adora sets down her boxes-- (phew, game over! Scorpia wins)-- and goes to jiggle the doorknob. “Mermista, this isn’t funny! Open the door!”

No response. 

She lets out a groan and turns to Scorpia. “What was that all about, anyways?”

The totally-innocently-and-not-petty-at-all barista shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You blew up at me for no reason!”

“I had a reason! Many reasons.”

“Like what?”

“Like... I just… I don’t need you coming here and beat me at this, too!”

Adora pauses for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Scorpia mutters. “It’s not the first time I’ve had to compete with you...”

So Adora asks the big question, “Is this... about Catra?”

“No!!! I mean, sort of! But not really! I just… ugh...” Scorpia sinks to the ground, cupping the sides of her face with her hands. “I’m over all of that-- really!’

Well, guess it’s out there now. If she dies in this cafe storage room, it might as well be with an honest heart. 

Although things didn’t work out between her and Catra, she really is over it! 

What she’s not over is how jealous Adora made her feel. Even if Catra and Adora are only friends, it didn’t feel great to be compared to someone... even if she herself was the one doing the comparison.

Scorpia tries to explain, “It’s more like... I don’t like being reminded that you’re better than me, ok? I know that it’s not a competition, but for some reason, I still feel like I’m always competing with you!”

Adora stays silent, unsure of what to say. 

“You’re really amazing,” Scorpia admits. Her cheeks redden. “I know you are, but you don’t have to rub it in…”

After a few moments of sitting in the awkward silence, Adora crouches down with her. “If we’re being honest… I think you’re more amazing than I could ever be.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, I do!” Adora insists. “I know we haven’t gotten along after the drama with Catra happened, but... I think you’re a good person! You’re strong, you’re loyal, and you genuinely care about people… You do kind things because you want to, not because anyone expects you to! I don’t even know if I can say the same for me...“

“Oh, uh…” Scorpia wasn’t expecting this. If she hadn’t been blushing already, she definitely was now. After all, Adora’s an honest person. She wouldn’t have said all of that if she didn’t mean it.

“It’s never been a competition,” Adora assures her.

Scorpia lets out a slow, shaky laugh. “... Ok, I might have been letting the past get to me. I shouldn’t take it out on you. I’ll get over it, I promise!”

Adora smiles at her. “Sooo does this mean that we’re friends now? Or at least friendly coworkers?”

“At least friendly coworkers,” Scorpia agrees with a grin. 

Adora stands up, offering her hand to help Scorpia up as well. “Now let’s get out of here!” 

She helps Scorpia up knocks on the door again.

… Still no response. Uh oh. 

“Uh… Mermista?” Adora calls out.

Scorpia wonders, “It was almost closing time when we came back here… She wouldn’t leave us in here overnight, would she?”

Oh no… she totally would. Scorpia can’t die in a coffee storage closet! She had so many plans! Who is going to water her plants? Who is going to inherit her motorcycle? Who will take over the duty of writing her signature coffee cup messages???

“I’m going to break the door down,” Adora announces.

“Wait, I don’t know if that’s the best idea--” Scorpia beings to tell her, but Adora is already preparing to throw herself at the door.

With a mighty battle cry, Adora rushes towards the door, shoulder braced for impact-- but just before she hits the wood, the door swings open to the other side. 

“Whoa there!” Scorpia lunges forward to catch Adora before she falls onto the floor. Who’s the hero now, huh?

“Two things,” Mermista says.

 “One, you’re not supposed to use your shoulder; you’re supposed to kick. You would know this already if you read Mer-mystery: The Vanishing Clownfish, like I told you to many many times.

“Two, I am not getting my pay docked because two idiots broke the door.”

/ / / / /

 It’s been a month, and work has been great! Once Scorpia let go of her gay pettiness, she and Adora have been getting along really well. She can’t believe that she used to hate her!

That isn’t to say that Adora doesn’t have her annoying moments-- she does-- but Scorpia feels like she’s learned a lot more about her. Once Adora gets more comfortable, she actually has a very silly, fun side. 

Like she does this really cute thing where she puts weird emphasis on some of the drink orders when she calls them out, like frapPUcciNO-- wait, cute? Uh. Scorpia meant funny. Funny and not adorable at all. 

Oh no. Not again.

Scorpia is finishing up a latte and sorting out her thoughts, when she notices Adora walking in through the front door.

“Oh, hey, Adora! Are you working today?”

“Hey, Scorpia! Ah, about that…” Adora says, “I came here to tell you that I’m quitting.”

“Aw, man… Really?” 

“I got a promotion at my other job,” Adora explains. “They gave me a lot more hours, so I don’t have enough time to work this one, too...”

“I didn’t even know you had another job!” Scorpia gawks. She hopes that Adora hadn’t been overworking herself this entire time. “But... congratulations!”

“Thanks! So... we can still be friends, right?”

“Of course!” Scorpia affirms. 

She’s happy for Adora, but she can also feel her heart sinking. A few weeks ago, she wished that Adora would quit-- but now... it’s heartbreaking. Talk about a one-eighty. She and Adora had the start of a beautiful friendship going on, and it sucks that it might come to an end. 

And now, after realizing how much she’s going to miss all of the time she’s spent with Adora... 

Scorpia also realizes something important.

“... Can I get you some coffee?” she asks Adora. “On the house!”

Adora grins back. “Sure!”

Alright. Here is it. Possibly the most important coffee cup message that she has ever written in her entire life! Gotta make it good!

Her heart is pounding, and she writes out:

For Adora, the best coworker I’ve ever had! (Don’t tell Mermista! )

(Also, want to go on a d       hang ou    maybe if you’re at all interested we could go out sometime? Together?)

<3

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As Fate Would Have It (Part 13)

Paring: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Spy!Reader

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Note: Reader’s alias is Elle/Helen

A/N: This took me a while because I’m thinking of capping this series at 20 chapters and needed to fit a lot into two chapters. I wanted to wrap up this timeline but wrote myself into a corner and had a few issues with Howard’s dialogue and how everything would unfold.

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The subway was practically a ghost town this early in the morning. The subway car was filled with maybe three people, yourself included.

One man, in work clothes smeared with grease and paint stains, was asleep under his cap a few rows down. The other looked to be nursing a hangover. Oh, how you wished a splitting headache had been the worst of your worries. You shifted in your borrowed clothes, too tight to get comfortable.  Your hand rested protectively over the metal briefcase as you rewound your memories, trying to figure out if there was some alternative you had failed to see.

~8 Hours Earlier~

“What now?” You asked.

“Now…” He dragged a chair to sit on close to you, “Now, we strike a deal.”

Howard sat down, taking a slow swig of his amber liquid. Savouring the moment with a smug smile on his face and a suggestive eyebrow arched up with childish humour. "Jarvis, if you would be so kind as you restrain our guest."

You sucked in air through your teeth in distaste. Howard chuckled as Jarvis restrained your hands to the armrests of a chair.

"Wouldn't want you getting any ideas now." Howard winked.

This was one hell of a fucked up situation you had gotten yourself into. A part of you couldn't help but wonder if you would have been so careless if you hadn't been toying with the idea of a life beyond being the spy. A life spent beside Bucky.  

You balled your fists up in anger. Not at Howard, or Jarvis or even the situation, but at yourself.

"Is this how it's going to be?" Howard cocked his head to the side in inquiry. "A Mexican standoff with silence in place of pearlescent revolvers?"

"You know, Howie, your jokes are kind of stale when you aren't knee deep in a champagne bottle," you bit back harshly.

"Oh, you know how I love a woman with a fiery spirit!" He hollered with delight. He was enjoying this immensely. Jarvis sighed behind him, not as enamoured with his employer’s behaviour.

"For someone who admires fiery women, you sure do spend a lot of time with a ditzy broad on your arm," you rebutted.

"Please!" Howard snorted holding up two fingers. "Two minimum."

"Sir, if I may," Jarvis stuck his head up. "You are supposed to be intimidating the woman who just tried to break and enter into your residence, not trade snarky commentary."

"Ah, quite right." Howard looked at his watch. His face scrunching as he seemed to be counting down the minutes. "Jarvis, would you be a good sport and see to our guests at the front gate?"

"Guests?" You and Jarvis asked simultaneously.

"The security system wasn't just rigged with an explosive device, it was also set to alert someone of the break-in. Last time we tested it his response time was under 12 minutes. It seems his time has improved significantly," He finished his drink.

Jarvis punched in the unlock code, deactivating Howard's outrageous security protocols. You waited, ill at ease for whatever was about to unfold.

You smelt the scent of cigar smoke and heard the grumbles of gruff military gusto before you even saw the man enter the room. He was taller than Howard you figured, but probably an inch or two shorter than Jarvis. His giant cigar trailing ash onto the floor. His beige and tan clothing screamed monotone personality. You imagined he probably ate his dinner with the military allocated regiment cutlery and plates.

"Howard, if you’re so called ingenious security system woke me up in the middle of the night for--" He was stopped from finishing his sentence when he saw you tied to a chair. "For Christ’s sake, she's not even properly restrained!"

"Ah, Chester!" Howard exclaimed with excitement.

"That's Colonel Phillips to you. And for the love of god, can you explain to me what it is exactly I'm looking at here?" His accent was thick and prickly sounding to your ears, but maybe that was because you spent most of your time in Brooklyn.

"Isn't it obvious Chest--" Howard's words were deterred by the Colonel's grim stare, "-Uh, Colonel Phillips. I caught a burglar!"

Colonel Phillips sighed, "Yes, congratulations Howard. You have successfully wasted my time with something that is clearly a police issue." The Colonel turned to leave.

"Yes, but how many cat burglars make a habit of breaking into your highly secret and secure military locations and make off with invaluable research, all without leaving so much as a hair strand behind?"

The Colonel stopped in his tracks and turned to Howard who had crossed his legs and plastered a smug expression on his face.

The Colonel walked over to you, eyeing you from head to toe- seeming unimpressed with what he saw. "You're telling me that she is the spy who managed to take out five highly trained operatives?" He asked bewildered, as if all this was some great, big prank.

You took offence in his expression, anger taking root in your stomach at his insinuation.

"Six," you said sharply, looking the intimidating man square in the eye.

The Colonel looked at you for a long moment and then chuckled.

"I believe I may have found us an answer to that mole problem," Howard said.

"Mole?" You subconsciously reiterated in a low whisper.

"Howard, you've got a big brain, but that doesn't mean you always use it correctly. What makes you think she's going to agree to do anything for us instead of running off and tattling to whoever she works for? Or worse! Shooting you in the back and making off with your research?" The stone-faced man howled with annoyance.

"Because, Helen here isn't Hydra," Howard said smugly, standing to pour himself a drink. He held up his newly refilled glass in question to the Colonel.

"It's 3am Howard. I'll have coffee, black, two sugars."

Jarvis made his way out of the room.

"Ah to hell with it! Make it Irish while you're at it!" The Colonel shouted after Jarvis.

"Right," the posh British man took his order.

"How do you know she isn't Hydra?" Colonel Phillips put out his cigar on an ashtray nearby.

"At least I assume your allegiance isn't solely to Hydra." Howard directed the statement to you. Your eyes darted about, trying to catch onto Howard's train of thought.

"The listening device..." You figured it out before Howard got a chance to reply to the Colonel.

Howard pointed at you as though you'd just scored point guard, "Bingo! Girl catches on fast. If you were Hydra, like Liza- or was it, Lisa? Maybe Edith... Oh, what is her name again?" Howard looked at the Colonel.

"Katherine Meyers, sir." Jarvis chimed in as he handed the Colonel his coffee. Howard clicked his fingers just then.

"Kathrine, that's right!"

After a brief pause, Howard noticed the Colonel scowling at him.

"What? He's my butler. Jarvis is basically my very own pocket diary. To be perfectly honest I'm lucky he was the one to open the garage doors. I forgot the combination. Things could've gotten messy real quick." Howard mouthed the sound of an explosion as his hands mimicked the dispersal pattern of a bomb. "Anyway, as I was saying. If you were Hydra you wouldn't have gotten rid of your own listening device. Unless you didn't want someone else being able to listen in."

You couldn't believe they knew about Kathrine, you didn't know she was Hydra until she ambushed you in the bathroom at work about spying on Howard.

"You know she's Hydra?" You asked the men in the room.

Howard set his drink down, "It's easier to keep an eye on potential threats when you keep them close. We used the Gala as a setup. All those higher-ups in one place? Perfect bait. We had hoped this… Kathy Meyers would show up and lead the good Colonel's men to the rest of her cohorts. Imagine my surprise when she was a no-show and instead, it was you -my date- that set off my bug sniffer. And now here we are. All acquainted." Howard gave both you and the Colonel a shit-eating grin.

The Colonel pulled a chair up close to you, "So if you aren't Hydra, who do you work for?"

"I never said I didn't work for Hydra..." You said.

"Do you make it a habit of destroying invaluable devices?" Howard asked sarcastically as he pulled out the listening device Katherine gave you from the pockets of his robe. "The trash is always the first place people look darlin'."

You bit your inner cheek. "Fine, you're right. My interests may not entirely align with Hydra's but the organisation I work for wants the same thing they do."

"Dr Erskine's serum." Colonel Phillips said. "That still leaves a long list of potential organisations."

"It does indeed," you played coy.

After what felt like hours of the Colonel interrogating you about who you worked for and what your real name was, you saw Howard barely keep it together as he grew antsier by the minute.

"You don't have to tell me who you work for. Lord knows there’s almost more than one way to get the truth out of people. I could simply let it slip through monitored channels that you've secretly been working for us and then all I have to do is wait and see who comes for your head..." Colonel Phillips threatened.

"Who she works for is of no consequence!" Howard's tone showed he was getting bored with this runaround. He leaned into your chair, hands over the armrests. "Look, we've got you dead to rights. So either you work with us or you face a much harsher reality than the one where you're bound to a chair in a millionaire’s garage."

You leaned closer to Howard, glaring at him. He was right, at best they'd throw you in a prison cell where you'd never see daylight, but eventually, someone would link you to Bucky and that caused a shiver to run up your spine.

On the other hand, even if you did manage to get out of this situation, your cover was blown and the Red Room wasn't known for being very forgiving when it came to failed missions. Making a run for it wasn't wise either. There was only one playable card left.

Your head tilted to the floor as your back slumped against the chair. You let out a thoughtful breath of air, "What is it you need from me?"

Howard sighed with relief, "It's simple. We just need you to lead us to the wherever Hydra has set up shop here."

"And what do I get out of this deal?" You brought your head back up from the floor.

"Your life," the Colonel said. "You get to keep breathing… somewhere else. Preferably back from wherever it is you come from."

"My window?"

"You've got 48 hours to figure out where Katherine and her companions are holed up and then we put you on a plane to wherever it is you want to go." Colonel Phillips said.

You tried to stay focused on everything, to let the gravity of your situation finally sink in, but all you could think about was Bucky and Steve and Sal, and how you'd never see them again.

"The plan?" Your vocal cords began to tremble.

Howard darted over to his desk, opened a drawer, punched in a code that beeped loudly and came back with a metal briefcase.

“This," he opened it to reveal several vials of glowing blue liquid.

You were shocked by his proposal, "The serum?"

"Not quite," the Colonel corrected you.

"It's actually a highly explosive chemical. The glow is just phosphorescent dye particles." Howard informed you.

"It's a bomb..." you said dolefully.

"Yes," the Colonel answered flatly.

Things were getting more complicated by the second. You clenched and unclenched your hands into fists and ground your teeth together, "Fuck."

"This is still your best shot," Howard reminded you.

Jarvis butted into the conversation when he noticed how distant your expression was, “Perhaps we should let the lady think on this, it can’t possibly be an eas—“

"I need one thing in return," your head shot up, determination creasing your forehead.

"Bargaining now?" Colonel Phillips seemed amused.

Howard, on the other hand, looked at you sympathetically, "What?"

"Dr Erskine's lab notes."

Colonel Phillips stood from his chair abruptly, almost knocking it over. "Out of the question!"

You were quick to reason, "I imagine whatever he's been working on hasn't been a success so far, otherwise, the tide would have shifted in your favour a long time ago. Anything with the ability to change the world takes time. Mistakes, failed experiments. If you give me those notes, I'd have an easier time proving that that briefcase is indeed filled with samples of the serum."

They mulled over your words. The Colonel looking less likely to agree. Howard, however, was more open to the idea.

"Deal!" He said.

"Are you out of your mind, Stark? You do not have the authority to give out classified information!" The Colonel shouted angrily.

"If she really did steal the defective serum months ago, her organisation is already onto our project. Giving her access to experimental notes from our failed experiments isn't going to change the fact that other people are onto your little project. If anything, it will make them spend months looking over useless data, giving us more time to perfect our findings!" Howard's voice rose an octave after each word until he was almost shouting.

Colonel Phillips grumbled and then conceded, "Fine, but this is on your head Stark!"

Howard walked over to you with a pair of scissors and undid your restraints. When you stood, Howard offered you his hand and said empathetically, "Partners?"

You gawked at him for a moment and then returned his handshake, "The enemy of my enemy..."

Howard's jaw dropped momentarily, then morphed into a smile when he noticed you weren't as stone-faced as before.

When he unclasped your hand, you rubbed the would-be bruises from your wrists, "Seeing as how it's day time, I do need one other favour?"

"What's that? Coffee?" Colonel Phillips snorted as he downed the rest of his hot drink.

You squinted your eyes at him. He had a gift for getting under your skin, much like Yelena. "No. First, how to set off this device and second, a change of clothes." Your arms fell to your sides.

"Ah yes, I suspect seeing a woman walking around in black tactical gear may be a tad bit suspicious," Jarvis said light-heartedly. "I may have a solution for that."

"Please, none of Howard's mistress’s clothes!" You pleaded after him, but he had already left.

***

After you got off the subway, you made a quick pit stop at a phone booth next to your street block.

The phone booth was small and claustrophobic, if not for the windows you'd probably feel a little cramped. You picked up the receiver and spun the number rotary. After a dial tone, an operator's voice spoke out.

"Operator, how can I connect your call?"

"Steak House Restaurant, please." You answered.

"Please hold."

The dial tone clicked a few times and then reconnected to another line.

"Steak House Restaurant," Yelena's accentless voice answered.

Your eyes lingered on the briefcase and then at your reflection in the glass, "I'd like to place an order."

"Will that be the regular?"

You sighed, "No, House Special."

"Your order will be delivered to you in the next hour. Thank you for calling."

The phone line cut and you hung up the receiver. It was then that you noticed your hand was shaking. You balled it into a fist and clamped down with pressure using your other hand.

Your fist connected to the glass walls of the phone booth, creating a spider-web crack. You could feel the skin break apart from the force of the punch. Blood trickled down the crack, you untied the scarf around your neck and wiped it away before wrapping it around your knuckles before heading for your apartment.

"Get it together, Y/N!" You tutted at yourself, your accent eerily similar to Yelena's just then.

Your keys rattled against the lock, but before you could turn the lock, the door swung wide open- your keys still lodged in the lock. Sally glared at you with the most menacing expression you'd ever seen her wear. It was worse than that one time Annie borrowed her favourite lipstick and lost it.

"Where the hell have you been?" Sally demanded with a quiver in her voice.

Your eyes opened wide, "Sal- What do you mean? I- I-"

Sally cut you off as she walked towards the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. From the state of her hair and dark circles under her eyes, you guessed she hadn't slept most of the night. You grabbed your keys and shut the door. Placing the briefcase on the floor.

Sally eyed you, paying attention to the briefcase, your clothes and your bandaged knuckles.

With all the stress and turbulence of your day, it was hard for you to come up with a convincing excuse to explain everything. "I had an early work emer--"

"Don't even try to lie to me." Sally wrapped her polished nails around her mug. "I know you didn't sleep here. Bucky called the apartment, said you left his place in a weird mood. He wanted to check up on you since you didn’t call after your… whatever it was you were doing with Howard Stark. I went to check on you and your bed was empty. No note, nothin'! I was worried. And then you show up in strange clothes… And is that blood on your knuckles?"

You opened your mouth but nothing came out.

“You’ve always been secretive, but usually you’re better at disappearing.” Sally sighed, raking her hands through her hair. "What is going on Elle?"

You walked over to Sally and placed your good hand over hers, "It's- It's complicated. I- I promise I'll explain. Just not right now."

Sally was about to protest when there was a knock at the door. Sally's eyebrow rose in suspicion.

"It's for me," you reassured as you walked over to open the door. Sally just lifted her arms in exasperation. The man at the door was wearing a delivery outfit for the Steak House Restaurant. He handed you a package in a brown paper bag. In the process, his sleeve stretched over his wrists to reveal the watch of the man who had collected the serum sample from you months ago.

"How much do I owe you?" You asked.

He simply ducked his head and tipped his hat, "On the house." His voice was gruff and unwelcoming, a hint of an accent still present around his vowels.

You closed the door and turned around to see Sally looking at you completely baffled.

"You spend all night god knows where, say you can’t explain and then order take out? I didn't even know they delivered this early. I- I-" Sally tired herself out. "I'm done being so angry in the mornin'. We have work in an hour."

"Actually, Sal…"

She turned to you slowly from the doorway of her bedroom.

"Let me guess, you're not coming into work today, are you?" You nodded your head sluggishly and Sally just let out a sigh. "I'll cover for you, but when I get back we'll talk."

Your eyes lingered on the floor for a little too long before you said dryly, "Sure, when you get back."

Something in her eyes told you she didn't believe you. You didn't believe yourself.

As soon as Sally was out of the apartment, you tore open the package only to reveal an empty box with a single note that read: Trainyard. One hour.

***

After you finished filling Yelena in on your current predicament, the two of you had been stagnating in the hollow silence that filled the dark train car for almost ten minutes. Yelena was on her second cigarette, her red nails drumming an irate tune into the metal wall she was leaning against.

Once she put out her cigarette with her heel, she turned to you with an unreadable expression.

"It seems we have outstayed our welcome, tovarishch." She chuckled venomously as she looked you up and down. "And it seemed I overestimated your abilities."

You were getting tired of people giving you that same look so many times in the span of a day.

"I was doing what you ordered me to do. To find out what Stark was working on!" You barked to your defence.

Yelena tutted, "You did so carelessly! All because you stopped thinking objectively. I warned you, Y/N! I warned you of the consequences of getting entangled in our profession!"

That had been the first time Yelena had called you by your name in what felt like years. What surprised you the most was that her words held no animosity or anger, she almost sounded sad.

Yelena raked her nails through her perfect blonde curls, "It can't be helped. Do what they require of you. We'll plan an extraction. Hopefully, when you set off this bomb of theirs we can use the confusion to smuggle you out using the commotion."

You stood up from the cold steel chair to face her at level height, but Yelena kept her eyes fixed on a rusted bolt on the hinges.

"There's one more thing," You opened the briefcase carefully and pulled out the research notes Howard had given you. "I convinced them to hand over their notes. They aren't recent, but it’s more than we've managed to acquire in the last few months."

Yelena held out her slender long fingers expectantly.

You snatched the file away and held it closer to your chest, "I want to bargain it for my freedom."

Yelena looked at you with her mouth pried open slightly, "You're still nursing this moronic notion."

"Wanting to be free and live a normal life isn't moronic, Yelena." You whispered. "I'm tired of this life."

"What's the point? After this, you won’t be able to just jump back into your old life. You can't stay here tovarishch. And once you carry out this mission, rest assured Hydra will hunt you down."

"Only if someone talks."

"We will hunt you down." She assured you.

"Not if you tell them I died in the explosion."

"Why would I do such a thing?"

"Because Yelena… we were like family once. We were all we had for a long time. As much as I dislike what you turned into, I don't hate you. And I know you aren't as cold as you'd have people believe."

Yelena stayed silent for a moment and you held your breath, "Even if I did what you're asking, you must know you can't be with him. Your precious Bucky. And now that he's enlisted, he's our enemy. Your enemy."

Your eyes grew wide, "How did you- It doesn't matter. I just want out."

Yelena nodded, "Alright, tovarishch. I just want you to remember, whatever happens, this was your choice."

You handed Yelena the file and walked away, not once turning back.

***

Yelena sat by her apartment window, letting the salty air wash over her. She had been staring at her phone for almost an hour, unsure of how to proceed. Y/N had seemed so afraid in the train car, she may have hidden it well, but she could tell her old friend was hanging by a thread.

Before the Red Room, she was all Yelena had. They were two orphans turned pickpockets who survived by trusting each other. There was a time she considered them sisters. But everything changed once they were recruited.

Yelena wanted more than to stay at the bottom, to be a pawn with no power or authority. To her, being a grunt was worse than being a street rat. At least when she was living on the streets she still had a shred of independence. Climbing up the ladder had afforded her many enemies, but she couldn't understand why Y/N wasn't as adamant to leave her posting as someone’s boot lackey. It infuriated her that she didn't strive to regain some shred of power. That was all in the past now and Yelena had a hard decision to make.

Yelena picked up her secure line and dialled a number. After a few rings, the line picked up.

"Da," a stern-sounding woman's voice answered in their mother tongue.

Yelena spoke freely in Russian, "It's agent Y/N."

"Speak."

"She managed to get the files on the secret project," Yelena looked down at the open file, papers watermarked with 'S.S.R'. Her eyes were fixed on a passage where Erskine talked about the human experiments that took place at one of Schmidt's secret bases.

"Good work, Yelena."

Silence became her friend again as her mind was torn in two.

"If that is all agent--"

"There is something else…"

"What is it?"

"Y/N, she is planning on betraying us."

The woman let out a hefty sigh, "Then eliminate her."

"Wait!" She said quickly. When she composed herself she spoke again with a calmer tone, "There may be a way she could still be of use to us."

The woman on the other end of the line didn't say anything, Yelena took a deep breath before telling her handler her plan.

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The High Rollers Universe (WWE Mob!AU Series): [1] [2] [current] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Parings: background Dean Ambrose/Renee Young

Rating: T

Dean and Roman are on the clock and on the hunt. They don't expect their latest target to ask for a job, however.

“So who’s it this time?”

“Did you not read the file again?” Roman asked, exasperated.

“Nope,” Dean snarked, making a ‘pop’ sound on the end of it. He threw his feet up on the dashboard from where he’d curled up in the passenger’s seat of Roman’s Mercedes.

Roman sighed, but didn't bother to give him a lecture for what must be the 4th or 5th time. He turned down the music a bit so Dean could clearly hear him.

“Name’s Seth Rollins, he’s a geek under the Authority. He’s been stepping too close to some of our systems and whatnot for a while. Been getting sloppy recently though, gave us an opportunity to track him down.”

“Really?” Dean wondered, “Mr. Hotshot not all he’s cracked up to be?”

“You could infer that yourself if you had read the damn file.”

Dean muttered something incoherent and disagreeing in response, settling in for a nap.

“We’re here,” Roman said, waking Dean from the bare minimum nap he was attempting (sleep with one eye open, and all that).

Dean climbed out of the car to stand in front of a solid brick building. It might have been a small bed and breakfast at some point, but now it seemed to be rented out as a small apartment building.

“Top floor, you think?” Roman asked aloud, looking up at the highest level.

“Nah, basement. Hacker types like living in caves,” Dean informed, heading toward the stairs.

After a quick chat with the landlord, (a little old lady who was ‘more than willing to help that nice boy Seth’s friends out of such a pickle’) Roman and Dean had their silencers on and the door ready to unlock.

“Watch yourself,” Dean whispered, as Roman prepared to shoulder the door. "If he’s a hacker type he’s probably had eyes on the building. Might be armed and waiting.”

Roman silently agreed, taking a moment to loosen his tie a touch before throwing open the door to the basement apartment. Dean crept in after him, shutting and locking the door behind him.

The apartment was small, the only real rooms to it being what appeared to be a bathroom and a closet somewhere to the right. The small kitchenette was crammed in another corner, and a bed, computer desk setup, and some miscellaneous gym equipment took up the rest of the area.

It was cramped, but someone had made it home, if the take out boxes were any indication.

“Clear?” Roman huffed, having checked the small bathroom and returned to where Dean stood in the center of the place.

“Maybe,” Dean hummed. Their intel was rarely wrong.

“Kevin, no!”

Dean and Roman whipped around, training their guns in the direction of the desperate whisper they heard, only to find what appeared to be a Yorkie of all things running across the room at them.

Dean looked over to Roman with a confused expression as the little thing leapt at his kneecaps repeatedly.

Roman shrugged, and kept his sights on the closet behind where the little dog had materialized from.

With a nod, Roman approached the closet, as Dean covered him. Following a silent 3-count, Roman threw the door back and tossed the poorly hidden man out, keeping his gun pointed right at him.

“Damn it Kevin,” the man moaned, as the little dog came up to lick his face where he was sprawled out on the carpet.

“You Rollins?” Roman asked, putting one foot onto the guy’s back to keep him down, aiming his pistol at the back of his head.

“Maybe,” Rollins snarked.

Roman gripped him by his hair and brought him to his knees, unamused. Rollins’ confidence seemed to fizzle out.

“You’re Rollers, right?” Seth asked, frantically. “Right?”

Dean and Roman exchanged a look over his head, before Dean crouched down to look at him close up.

“We’d like to think so,” Dean bit. “What’s it to ya?”

“Oh thank god,” Seth breathed, tension escaping his body with the exhale. Dean and Roman exchanged another look.

“Most people don't look so happy to see us, if you catch my drift here Seth,” Dean said, eyeballing the man they’d captured.

“I’ve been trying to flag you guys down for ages, man,” Seth rasped. “I need your help.”

“This isn't normally how these exchanges go, you realize,” Roman stated, unable to keep the mirth out of his voice.

“Look, I want out from the Authority,” Seth explained, shifting on his knees. “You’ve seen how they operate man, I don't want any part in it.”

“Then why join at all?” Dean asked, as the Yorkie came over to sniff at his boots.

“Pressed into service,” Seth snorted, obviously unhappy with his employment. “They...they tried to take Kevin, man,” Seth said, a little quieter. Kevin perked up at the sound of his name, running over to the forlorn looking hacker, who quickly scooped him up. “He’s all I got.”

“Well shit,” Dean grumbled, getting back to his feet. “I dunno if I can kill a guy in front of his dog, Rome.”

“Damn it Dean—” Roman began, loosening his grip on Seth.

“Aw come on! It's all small and cute!” Dean whined, absentmindedly pointing his gun at Kevin, who Seth hugged closer. “And his owner’s all pathetic looking…”

“Hey!” Seth cut in, making Dean laugh.

“Do you want me to handle it?” Roman offered, eyeing the hacker wearily.

“No, no please! I can make it worth your while!” Seth pleaded, now turning desperate eyes to Roman. “I can pull data from the Authority’s systems, then shut it all down. It’ll take weeks for them to fix it, and it would be valuable stuff! I just need help escaping when they, y’know, hunt me down,” Seth concluded, looking miserable while mentioning the future manhunt in his name.

Dean and Roman exchanged another series of silent but complex looks that ended with Dean just shrugging in reply.

“Look, Cesaro keeps saying he needs help with all the tech stuff, and Blue could use a friend.”

“More like a chew toy,” Roman huffed, glancing down at the small dog. “Baby girl does expect us to bring back a body, you realize.”

“She might be open to negotiation from her top guys,” Dean countered. “How would you feel about joining the High Rollers, Sethie? Not that we’re giving you too much of an option here, but I can promise we run a cleaner show than the Authority, I'll tell you that much.” Dean reached down to pat Kevin's tiny head. “We’re also very dog-friendly. An added bonus.”

“You guys believe me? You’d help?” Seth asked, incredulously. Dean grinned, but Roman shook his head.

“It's up to the Boss. What she says goes,” Roman asserted. “If she says to blow your head off, I’mma do it.”

“Is…that likely?” Seth wondered, his eyes wide in fear.

“Well, considering I'm married to her, your chances have increased,” Dean announced, whipping out his phone and dialing Renee’s number. “You better hope I remembered to put away the dishes before I left though, buddy.”

Seth gulped as Dean stuck his tongue out at him, listening to the dial tone.

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Schuyler’s

Part 1/? Paring: Angelica Schuyler x Thomas Jefferson Words: 1161 Tags: @dveeddggs @undergroundmarket

Angelica Schuyler is fresh out of grad school. Struggling to start up her own restaurant, she works at Starbucks and lodges with her sister Eliza and her fiance Alexander. That is, until she crosses paths with Alexander's doucebag boss and he has an offer she just can't refuse.

"Sir, as you can see, I'm completely qualified. My credit is average, it's nothing below--"

"I'm sorry, Miss Schuyler, we need more for a personal loan."

"But..." the woman exhaled, readjusting the bag in her lap. "Sir, I need to make a living."

"Miss Schuyler, we all need to make a profit somehow. Whether it's doing something we love or don't, we just need the money. You have a well-paying job at the moment?"

"Correct. I don't get paid far over minimum wage, though."

"You get paid, though."

"Yes, sir."

He nods, sliding the manila folder across and the desk and back into her hands. "Maybe one day, Miss Schuyler, but not today."

She takes the folder and stuffs it into her bag, sending him a look of utmost loathing as she gets to her feet. "Pleasure doing business with you," she spits distastefully, sauntering out of the room and out into the cool September air. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she makes her way towards her beat up Honda under a half-bare maple tree.

"Fucking asshole!" she curses, slamming the door to the car and shoving her bag under the seat. She whams the steering wheel with her fist, more angry then anything else.

Before she can bust out the windows of the car, her phone buzzes from the cupholder on her right. It's her younger sister, her roommate, her best friend, her colleague, Elizabeth, checking in on her meeting.

Liza: how did it go??

Ang: it....went. takeout tonight?

Liza: yikes. sure, i'll have alexander pick some up on his way home. see you soon xx

Ang: see ya sis

Alexander, Eliza's uptight and outspoken boyfriend, lived in the same apartment as the sisters. He worked for a multi-million dollar company, though he often came home tired and complaining about his coworkers and especially his boss, who raised the business from nothing. "He's so stuck up," he always explained. "So full of himself, thinking that since he started it, he can walk around like he owns the place.."

"Alexander," Eliza would always speak up. "He does own the place."

Angelica Schuyler smiled, starting the car. She always wished that she had someone that she could love as much Eliza loved Alexander. Some nights Eliza would come into her room and go on and on about how he made her feel helpless; she would get so head over heels in love with him. But Angelica, she had a job to do. She had no time messing around with boys, finding love when it wasn't there. She knew how it felt, back in late high school and early college, and no way she would open up to people just yet. Not like Eliza.

She pulled into the complex parking lot and sighed. She scratched another tally on the Post-It resting on her dashboard before grabbing her phone and bag and hopping out. Angelica was sure to take mental note of the new number on the pink paper.

Sixteen. Sixteen failed attempts.

"Hey, Ang!" Eliza greeted, keeping her distress about the number at a minimum. "Any luck?" She shook her head in response, taking off her coat and hanging it up. "No. One day though." Angelica nodded hopefully, even though she felt zero hope whatsoever. Eliza smiled, before the front door flung open and a disgruntled Alex stood in the hall. "Every day is a terrible day, but today was the worst."

Eliza rolled her eyes and approached him, kissing his cheek lightly. "Welcome home, Alexander." She took the takeout and handed it to a waiting Angelica, who was watching the couple from afar.

"Can you believe what Jefferson said to me? He said the only reason why I still have my job is because Washington favors me more than him. And then Burr, well, he took his side! Can you believe it? This job is going to be the bane of my existence."

"Then quit!" Angelica huffed under her breath. Eliza must've heard, because she turned around and gave her sister a hard look. "Just get dinner, ready, Angelica, don't be a smartass."

She pressed her lips together as she took a box of chicken and noodles to her room. Flicking the TV on, she ate her soggy chicken miserably to Parks and Recreation. Deep down, Angelica knew she should be working on her presentations, and maybe even doing laundry. She quickly eyed the pile of dresses and pencil skirts that were in the corner of her room.

About twenty minutes later, when the episode was about to end, the doorknob to Angelica's room turned slightly. "Knock knock," Eliza, piped, poking her head through. Angelica smiled. "Come in," she obliged, setting her almost-empty takeout box on her nightstand.

"How are you doing?" Eliza asked quietly, sitting on her bed. "How was today?"

She wrung her hands, a frequent nervous habit. "Work was alright. The meeting, he uh, he shut me down pretty abruptly. It was no longer than forty minutes."

Her sister nodded, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "You're twenty five, Angelica. You're smart and witty and not to mention pretty, you have so much going for you."

"But Alexander, he's a year younger and he's way more prosperous."

Eliza looked from Angelica to the open door, checking if her boyfriend was in earshot. "But is he happy with it?"

She shrugged. She knew her sister was right. But at the moment, not one thing was looking prosperous for her.

"You're thinking about this way too much. Go out, have a drink or something. Maybe try finding a guy--"

"We talked about this, Elizabeth!" She sighed. "Besides, I have work tomorrow, and I'm not dealing with a bunch of stuck-up white people with a hangover."

"I didn't say get drunk!" Eliza laughed. "I said have a drink."

"Well, you know how I am," she replied, rolling her eyes. She began to laugh with her sister.

Eliza hugged her quickly. "You can do this, Angelica. As your sister and friend, I know that on day you'll be happy."

Angelica nodded and opened her mouth to say something in response, but Alexander's shouts stopped her short. "ELIIIIZ-ZZA! CAN YOU COME LOOK AT THIS EMAIL FOR ME? I DON'T WANT TO LOSE MY JOB BECAUSE OF IT."

She rolled her eyes. "Duty calls." Squeezing her hand one last time, she slid off the bed and tromped into the hall. "Coming!"

Angelica smiled, watching her sister. She may have been three years older, but it was Eliza who took the role of the caregiver, the mother, of the house. Angelica wasn't great with people, obviously. Alexander was always fed up and tired, though his genius sure is useful around the house.

Sighing, she shut off the TV and set her alarm to 9:30 AM. Her shift at the Starbucks started at eleven, with another bank meeting at 4:00. She wriggled into an oversized t-shirt and clambered into bed, before retiring for the day.

#angelica schuyler x thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson #angelica schuyler #thomgelica #fanfic #fanfiction #thomgelica jeffgelica

[lynchaycock5-blog]

Looking for Even more Qualities in Smartwatches

Smart watches are amazing (if rather geeky) gadgets, and also they have actually yet to truly capture the hearts of the general public. But perhaps that's around to change, as stores believes it knows the best ways to make the public complete in love with the wrist worn wearable. the lack of on a regular basis utilized features as well as brief battery lifetime were hampering the smartwatch's capacity to be truly accepted by customers. The solution? Boost battery lifespan and also stuff them filled with attributes. Because very early mid 2014, wrist gizmos seem like they have actually struck a dead stop. Also the Apple Watch, to some extent. When some are much better compared to others, none have actually increased to the essential degree of the hottest cellphone. And also, numerous smartwatches and fitness trackers I've attempted in 2016 have actually accessed the very least a bit much better compared to before, along with even more economical. Crossbreed watches that stuff physical fitness tracking right into routine watches could press an entire year of battery, yet with discounts. However, for a lot of various other trackers and watches, the range is anywhere from a whole day to several weeks. Pebble's watches always made out the most effective, lasting as much as a week compared with one or two days watches from Google, Apple and also Samsung. The Samsung Gear S3 added a lot more battery to its bigger design, but in wearing it I didn't see a lots of enhancement. Many gadgets require routine billing at aggravating and also forecast periods. visit the following page Many others that have exchangeable batteries should be unscrewed or removed, as well as it's surprisingly very easy to forget. Now, nothing truly does nearly anything like just what was promised. Fitbit could recommend a going to bed, and convince you to accomplish physical fitness goals ... but clever coaching hasn't already took place. The Apple Watch barely trains at all. Samsung's Equipment watches and bands send out encouraging notifications, but no actual analysis. Perhaps these manufacturers are hesitant to earn ideas on things that could affect health and wellness. Maybe heart-rate based coaching hasn't advanced due to the fact that wrist-worn optical heart rate sensing units are naturally inaccurate, at the very least in a clinical sense. Either the Apple Watch and also Fitbit Fee 2 tried for breathing-based mindfulness apps this year, however neither does a ton for everyday wellness (a minimum of, except me). A couple of devices, like Intel's Oakley training eyewear, are intending in order to help ... however development has slowed down a whole lot. Throwing heart price noticing on a wristband was the last significant innovation in sensing unit tech on smartwatches and physical fitness bands, which happened back in 2014. Watches and also bands can not pick up blood pressure, or blood sugar, or temperature, or drunkenness levels or any type of various other magic things. Perhaps with plugins and various other devices, maybe ... yet the dream of watches as magical sensor-bands has slowed to a crawl. Maybe the factor why Garmin, one of the few 2015 companies observing an increase in shipments, has done well is since its operating watches are much extra targeted at specific customers, or focus on fortifying functions like moisture resistance and also satellite GPS. Right now there are some smartwatches, like the Equipment S3, that can be their very own cell phone. Appears interesting, until you try one as well as recognize that, at best, it could do a small fraction of what a smartphone does. Apps really feel fragmented, also pared-down. It's tough to obtain details, or make things happen. They are, at best, tools to obtain fast suggestions. (Battery life, on the other hand, is punishing.). That can alter, if they were extra totally featured centers. Think about the Amazon.com Mirror. Why does it feel so helpful? Due to the fact that, it can do simply enough to be its very own magic device. And besides including the occasional ability from the companion mobile phone application, it does not call for almost anything else. Smartwatches might be in this way as well, however they should either have far better voice-connected responsiveness or job seamlessly with points around us beyond smartphone. Instantly, I have actually wandered out of phone variety, as well as my watch or tracker hums. If I'm at residence, on Wi-Fi, I could remain attached. Maybe not. Bluetooth 5 will double the variety and also enhance speed on cordless links, yet it's unclear how that will certainly assist when everyone already has Wi-Fi at house. If you wish to dream in a different direction, think about Wi-Gig. This high bandwidth, short-range technology is being thought about a killer device to turn VR headsets cordless, or beam info across single spaces. The Neptune Duo was a peculiar watch-phone hybrid discovering just how high-speed links can link cell phone and also watch in the future. That was software, but possibly a person could create a far better idea. Google Glass when seemed like it was a special world-scanning lens. It wasn't. Smartwatches can, in the beginning, appear like comics magic on a wrist, instantly attaching the globe to our arms. That's still only part-true today. I can see a lot on my watch, and also feel connected, and also track workouts, and also check my text messages, and it serves. But it's not enchanting. Not. They can not even do video phone calls. Watches require to do something extra remarkable than obtain messages as well as track fitness. Watches and bands cannot notice blood pressure, or blood sugar, or temperature level, or drunkenness degrees or any type of other magic points. Possibly with plugins as well as other devices, maybe ... however the dream of watches as miracle sensor-bands has actually slowed down to a crawl. All of a sudden, I've roamed out of cellphone range, and also my watch or tracker hums. The Neptune Duo was a bizarre watch-phone hybrid checking out just how high-speed links could connect phone and also watch in the future. Watches need to do something much more outstanding compared to obtain messages and track health and fitness.

[wyrddogs]

This is a weird question, and I hope it doesnt come off as mean, but do you ever feel like youve... I don't want to say "wasted", but spent too much money on B? I have a dog whos acquired ~20k$ in medical bills in 4 yrs. I love her to death, she is my heart, we go everywhere together, I feel like a part of me is missing when she is not beside me. But sometimes I feel so guilty; I could have helped so many people/dogs with that money, but it all went to one. Do you ever feel like this?

No worries at all! I, too, have struggled with the amount of money that I have poured into Bindi, and will continue to pour into her until her (hopefully old and peaceful) death.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve cried because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to afford her drugs or latest vet visit and pay my bills. Or how upsetting it is to see other people my age with pets that go out and compete or get a second dog or regularly eat out or go to the movies while I look at my bank account and think, ‘Well, do I want to take care of the growth on her eye first or do I want to get a trainer to take care of her aggression?’ (I am still making this decision.) I’ve also been mad at her, which isn’t fair to her at all, but there you go. I still oscillate between panic, despair, and acceptance.

I want to get a second dog and compete and foster dogs and get a new car and loads of other things, but Bindi’s health comes first. I’ve got her pared down to the bare minimum in terms of drugs, supplements, and diet that also keeps her at what I consider an acceptable level of comfort and health.

And now she’s entering middle age and will soon start dealing with Old Dog problems...

My mantra for years has been, “At least she’s cute!” When I dropped almost $3k on her last year for a rhinoscopy, a coworker told me that he would never spend more than $300 on vet bills, and I was like, “Well, she’s really cute, so...”

And I’m lucky to have really supportive friends and family who have been willing to listen to me panic and sometimes help out when things are really tight. The end thing though is that she’s my dog and my responsibility, so it’s my duty to give her the very best life that I can. Let me tell you, it has been really motivating in terms of getting a new job, and now gunning for promotion.

I’m so sorry that you are struggling with your dog’s health, the cost, and your feelings of guilt. It’s not fun at all and I understand completely how the anxiety and guilt can kind of take over everything. I wish I could offer a solution but all I can really say is to keep fighting and keep experimenting, and know that you are doing your very best for her, and that’s what is important. If you ever need to talk about it, feel free to contact me anytime.

Plus, she’s really cute, right?

#lemon dog #Anonymous

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Locate the Ideal Smartwatch for your Way of life

Smart watches are awesome (if rather geeky) gadgets, as well as they have actually yet to actually capture the spirits of the basic public. Possibly that's about to change, as stores reckons it understands how to make the public complete in love with the wrist worn wearable. the absence of regularly made use of features and also short battery lifetime were obstructing the smartwatch's ability to be really approved by customers. The solution? Rise battery lifespan and also things them loaded with attributes. Considering that very early mid 2014, wrist devices seem like they've hit a dead stop. Also the Apple Watch, to some level. When some are better than others, none have increased to the essential degree of the hottest cell phone. As well as, numerous smartwatches as well as physical fitness trackers I have actually attempted in 2015 have accessed the very least a little far better compared to in the past, in addition to more budget friendly. Crossbreed watches that pack fitness tracking right into regular watches could press a year of battery, but with reductions. However, for many various other trackers and also watches, the array is anyplace from a whole day to numerous weeks. Pebble's watches always got on the very best, lasting approximately a week as compared to one or two day watches from Google, Apple as well as Samsung. The Samsung Gear S3 added a lot more battery to its bigger layout, yet in using it I really did not see a heap of enhancement. The majority of gadgets require normal charging at frustrating and also calculate periods. Many other that have changeable batteries should be unscrewed or separated, and also it's remarkably very easy to forget. Today, nothing really does anything like exactly what was assured. Fitbit could recommend a bedtime, and convince you to accomplish health and fitness goals ... but clever coaching hasn't already took place yet. The Apple Watch barely coaches at all. Samsung's Equipment watches and bands send out inspiring notifications, but no genuine analysis. Possibly these organizations are reluctant to make pointers on points that could impact health and wellness. Perhaps heart rate based mentoring hasn't progressed due to the fact that wrist worn optic heart rate sensors are naturally inaccurate, a minimum of in a medical feeling. Both of these the Apple Watch and also Fitbit Fee 2 pursued breathing-based consideration apps this year, but neither does a ton for daily health (a minimum of, except me). A couple of gadgets, like Intel's Oakley mentoring eyewear, are intending to assist ... yet progress has reduced a whole lot. Throwing heart price noticing on a wristband was the last major advancement in sensing unit tech on smartwatches and health and fitness bands, as well as that occurred back in 2016. Watches and bands can't pick up high blood pressure, or blood glucose, or temperature level, or intoxication levels or any type of other magic points. Maybe with plugins and also various other devices, possibly ... however the desire for watches as miracle sensor-bands has reduced to a crawl. Perhaps the reason that Garmin, one of the few 2015 business seeing an increase in deliveries, has actually prospered is due to the fact that its operating watches are even more targeted at certain individuals, or target at shoring up functions like moisture resistance and also localization GPS. Currently there are some smartwatches, like the Gear S3, that could be their very own mobile phone. Seems interesting, up until you try one and also understand that, at best, it can do a little portion of just what a cellphone does. Apps feel fragmented, also pared down. It's difficult to obtain information, or make points happen. They are, at best, tools to get quick tips. (Battery lifespan, at the same time, is punishing.). That might alter, if they were more totally included hubs. Consider the Amazon Echo. Why does it really feel so helpful? Due to the fact that, it can do simply sufficient to be its own magic gadget. As well as aside from adding the occasional ability from the companion cell phone application, it does not need any thing else. Smartwatches can be in this way as well, but they have to either have much better voice responsiveness or work perfectly with points around us beyond cellphone. Unexpectedly, I have actually strayed out of phone range, and also my watch or tracker buzzes. If I'm at residence, on Wi-Fi, I might remain linked. Possibly not. http://www.spymentor.com/how-to-track-an-iphone/ Bluetooth 5 will certainly double the range and also enhance speed on wireless links, however it's vague exactly how that will certainly assist when every person already has WiFi at house. If you want to fantasize in a various direction, consider Wi Gig. This high-bandwidth, short-range tech is being thought about a killer device to transform Virtual Reality headsets cordless, or beam details across solitary spaces. The Neptune Duo was an unusual watch-phone hybrid exploring exactly how high-speed links could bridge cellphone as well as watch down the road. That was software, however maybe somebody might think of a better concept. Google Glass as soon as felt like it was a miracle world scanning lens. It wasn't. Smartwatches can, at first, appear like comic publication magic on a hand, instantly linking the globe to our arms. That's still just part true now. I could see a whole lot on my watch, and feel linked, as well as track workouts, and also check my text messages, and it works. It's not enchanting. Not yet. They can't even do video clip phone calls. Watches have to do something more excellent compared to get notifications as well as track health and fitness. Watches as well as bands can not sense blood stress, or blood sugar, or temperature, or intoxication degrees or any type of other magic points. Maybe with plugins and various other accessories, perhaps ... however the desire of watches as miracle sensor-bands has actually reduced to a crawl. Suddenly, I've roamed out of smartphone range, as well as my watch or tracker buzzes. The Neptune Duo was a strange phone crossbreed exploring just how fast links can connect phone and also watch in the future. Watches need to do something extra outstanding than obtain messages and track health and fitness.

#smartwatches #smartwatch

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Smart Watches Required Additional Functions to be Popular

Smart watches are great (if instead geeky) devices, and they've yet to actually catch the spirits of the public. Probably that's about to change, as Apple thinks it recognizes exactly how to make the public complete in love with the wrist worn wearable. the absence of routinely made use of functions and also short battery lifetime were hindering the smartwatch's capacity to be absolutely approved by customers. The service? Boost battery life as well as things them complete of features. Since very early 2014, wrist devices seem like they have actually hit a grinding halt. Even the Apple Watch, to some extent. When some are better compared to others, none of them have increased to the must have degree of the most popular cell phone. As well as, several smartwatches and also physical fitness trackers I've attempted in 2016 have actually obtained at least a bit far better compared to previously, in addition to more budget-friendly. Hybrid watches that stuff health and fitness tracking into routine watches could press a year of battery, but with reductions. But also for a lot of various other trackers and watches, the range is anywhere from a whole day to a number of weeks. Pebble's watches always made out the finest, lasting as much as a week as compared to one or two day watches from Google, Apple as well as Samsung. Case in point the Samsung Gear S3 included much more battery to its larger design, but in using it I didn't see a ton of renovation. The majority of gadgets need normal billing at bothersome and also foresee intervals. Various other that have changeable batteries have to be unscrewed or detached, and it's remarkably very easy to fail to remember. Now, nothing actually does nearly anything like just what was promised. Fitbit could suggest a bedtime, as well as encourage you to achieve physical fitness goals ... yet clever training hasn't happened. The Apple Watch barely instructors in any way. Samsung's Equipment watches as well as bands send out encouraging messages, however no actual evaluation. Perhaps these service providers are reluctant making suggestions on points that can affect health and wellness. Perhaps heart-rate based training hasn't advanced since wrist-worn optical heart rate sensors are inherently unreliable, a minimum of in a clinical sense. Both the Apple Watch and also Fitbit Charge 2 pursued breathing-based consideration applications this year, but neither does a heap for daily wellness (a minimum of, not for me). A couple of gizmos, like Intel's Oakley training sunglasses, are intending to aid ... but development has decreased a lot. Throwing heart price noticing on a wristband was the last major development in sensing unit tech on smartwatches and health and fitness bands, as well as that happened back in 2014. Watches as well as bands can't pick up blood stress, or blood glucose, or temperature level, or intoxication degrees or any type of other magic things. Perhaps with plugins and also various other devices, maybe ... but the imagine watches as remarkable sensor-bands has reduced to a crawl. Possibly the reason Garmin, among minority 2015 business finding an increase in deliveries, has prospered is since its operating watches are even more targeted at particular users, or aim at bolstering functions like moisture resistance and also satellite GPS. Right now there are some smartwatches, like the Equipment S3, that can be their own cell phone. Sounds fascinating, up until you try one and realize that, in reality, it can do a tiny fraction of what a phone does. Applications really feel broken, also pared. It's difficult to get information, or make things take place. They are, at best, tools to obtain fast reminders. (Battery life, on the other hand, is penalizing.). That can transform, if they were extra completely featured centers. Take into consideration the Amazon.com Echo. Why does it really feel so valuable? Since, it could do simply sufficient to be its very own magic tool. And also apart from including the periodic skill from the friend cell phone app, it doesn't need nearly anything else. Smartwatches can be this way also, but they require to either have far better voice sync responsiveness or work effortlessly with points around us past phones. Instantly, I've strayed out of cell phone range, as well as my watch or tracker ringings. If I'm at residence, on Wi-Fi, I may remain connected. Maybe not. Bluetooth 5 will certainly increase the variety and enhance rate on wireless connections, yet it's vague how that will certainly assist when every person currently has WiFi at residence. monitor children's computer use If you wish to dream in a various instructions, consider Wi Gig. This high-bandwidth, short range technology is being taken into consideration an awesome tool to transform Virtual Reality headsets cordless, or light beam info throughout single areas. The Neptune Duo was a strange watch-phone hybrid exploring exactly how high-speed links could connect phone and also watch down the road. That was software, yet maybe somebody could generate a much better suggestion. Google Glass once appeared like it was a magic scanning lens. It wasn't. Smartwatches can, in the beginning, look like comic publication magic on a hand, suddenly connecting the world to our arms. That's still just part-true right now. I could see a great deal on my watch, and feel connected, and track exercises, as well as check my text messages, and it's valuable. It's not enchanting. Not. They can't even do video phone calls. Watches should do something a lot more excellent than obtain notifications as well as track health and fitness. Watches and bands can't sense blood pressure, or blood sugar, or temperature, or intoxication levels or any various other magic things. Perhaps with plugins as well as various other devices, perhaps ... yet the dream of watches as magical sensor-bands has reduced to a crawl. Instantly, I've roamed out of cell phone variety, and also my watch or tracker buzzes. The Neptune Duo was a bizarre watch hybrid discovering exactly how high-speed links can link cell phone and watch in the future. Watches require to do something more impressive compared to obtain messages and track health and fitness.

#smartwatches #smartwatch

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Shopping for Even more Capabilities in Smartwatches

Smartwatches are amazing (if rather geeky) gadgets, as well as they have actually yet to truly record the souls of the public. Possibly that's about to alter, as stores thinks it knows exactly how to make the public complete in love with the wrist-worn wearable. the absence of routinely used attributes and also short battery lifetime were interfering with the smartwatch's ability to be absolutely accepted by users. The solution? Increase battery lifespan as well as things them full of functions. Because very early mid 2015, wrist gadgets seem like they've struck a grinding halt. Also the Apple Watch, to some degree. Even though some are better compared to others, none of them have actually climbed to the must-have level of the best phones. As well as, several smartwatches and fitness trackers I have actually tried in 2015 have obtained at the very least a little better compared to previously, along with even more budget-friendly. Hybrid watches that pack fitness monitoring right into normal watches can press a year of battery, but with sacrifices. However, for a lot of other trackers as well as watches, the range is anywhere from a whole day to a number of weeks. Pebble's watches constantly fared the ideal, lasting approximately a week compared to one or two day watches from Google, Apple and Samsung. The Samsung Gear S3 included a lot more battery to its larger style, however in wearing it I really did not see a lots of renovation. A lot of devices need routine charging at irritating and also foresee intervals. Some other that have exchangeable batteries should be unscrewed or removed, as well as it's remarkably very easy to neglect. Right currently, absolutely nothing actually does everything like just what was assured. Fitbit can recommend a going to bed, and persuade you to attain fitness goals ... yet wise coaching hasn't occurred yet. The Apple Watch barely trainers in any way. Samsung's Equipment watches and also bands send out inspiring notifications, but no actual evaluation. Maybe these bands are hesitant to earn pointers on things that might impact health and wellness. Possibly heart rate based coaching hasn't already evolved since wrist worn visible heart rate sensors are inherently unreliable, a minimum of in a clinical feeling. Both of these the Apple Watch and Fitbit Cost 2 pursued breathing-based mindfulness apps this year, yet neither does a heap for day-to-day health (at the very least, except me). A few devices, like Intel's Oakley coaching sunglasses, are intending to aid ... yet development has actually decreased a whole lot. Tossing heart price sensing on a wristband was the last major technology in sensing unit technology on smartwatches and also fitness bands, which happened back in 2015. Watches as well as bands can not notice blood stress, or blood sugar level, or temperature, or intoxication degrees or other magic things. Maybe with plugins as well as various other devices, perhaps ... however the desire for watches as magic sensor-bands has actually slowed down to a creep. Perhaps the factor why Garmin, one of the few 2015 firms experiencing a rise in shipments, has done well is because its running watches are even more targeted at particular users, or focus on supporting functions like moisture resistance as well as satellite GPS. There are some smartwatches, like the Equipment S3, that could be their own cell phone. Seems intriguing, till you attempt one as well as realize that, maybe, it can do a small fraction of what a mobile phone does. Apps really feel fragmented, too pared down. It's hard to obtain details, or make things happen. They are, at best, gadgets to get quick reminders. (Battery lifespan, on the other hand, is penalizing.). That can transform, if they were more fully showcased hubs. Consider the Amazon.com Mirror. Why does it really feel so beneficial? Because, it can do simply enough to be its very own magic device. And other than adding the occasional skill from the buddy cellphone app, it does not call for almost anything else. Smartwatches can be that method also, however they require to either have better voice sync responsiveness or job perfectly with points around us beyond mobile phone. Instantly, I've strayed from cellphone variety, as well as my watch or tracker ringings. If I go to home, on Wi-Fi, I might remain connected. Perhaps not. Bluetooth 5 will double the range as well as enhance rate on wireless connections, but it's unclear how that will certainly help when every person already has WiFi at residence. If you wish to dream in a different instructions, consider Wi-Gig. blog This high bandwidth, short range tech is being thought about an awesome tool to transform Virtual Reality headsets wireless, or light beam info throughout solitary spaces. The Neptune Duo was a peculiar watch-phone hybrid discovering exactly how fast links can connect phone and also watch down the road. That was software, yet maybe someone might think of a much better concept. Google Glass once felt like it was a miracle world-scanning lens. It wasn't. Smartwatches can, at initially, feel like comic publication magic on a hand, all of a sudden connecting the globe to our arms. That's still only part true now. I can see a lot on my watch, and feel linked, as well as track workouts, and also scan my notifications, and it's beneficial. It's not magical. Not yet. They can not also do video clip telephone calls. Watches should do something much more impressive compared to obtain messages as well as track health and fitness. Watches and bands cannot sense blood pressure, or blood sugar, or temperature, or drunkenness degrees or any kind of various other magic things. Possibly with plugins as well as various other accessories, maybe ... yet the dream of watches as miracle sensor bands has slowed to a crawl. Unexpectedly, I have actually wandered out of phone variety, and also my watch or tracker hums. The Neptune Duo was an unusual smartphone hybrid exploring just how high-speed links could connect mobile phone as well as watch in the future. Watches need to do something a lot more impressive compared to obtain messages and also track health and fitness.

#smartwatches #smartwatch