#I only made this set to test out gif making on my new computer

[sherifftillman]

Happy to Help

Pairing: Keys x f!Reader Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI) Word count: 3.7k Summary: Forgetting you'd spoken to customer support from your favourite game leads to something getting sent to the wrong person. A/N: Listen, I know there's a set-up for potentially more. I would like to write potentially more. But nothing puts a writer off more than demands for a part 2, okay? For now, enjoy my first ever Keys fic. :)

Welcome to Free City Customer Support. We appreciate your patience. Connecting you to a member of our team…

Keys: Hi there! What seems to be the problem today?

You: hi, my screen is like. frozen dead. can't do anything, can't click anything. can't alt-tab out, can't ctrl-alt-delete. but i made a lot of progress between save points and idk if it can still be salvaged

Keys: Oof, yeah, that's the worst. Hopefully we can get you back up and running. Real quick, are you sure it's not your internet? I mean, you seem like you know your way around a computer, just worth double-checking, if it's your network then there's not a lot I can do.

You: yeah, sorry, should have added that. everything else that connects to my internet is working. i have an error message if that helps?

Keys: Yes! That's amazing! Can you send me it, please?

You: it says "error 72816: attempting patch repair"

You: there was a spinning buffering wheel in the corner but it gave up the ghost about twenty minutes ago.

Keys: Interesting. I don't remember making that error message, let alone what would trigger it. Are you sure that's what it says? No typos?

You: you wound me.

You: jk jk sorry this is a Very Professional Customer Support Exchange. no, definitely no typos.

Keys: Hahaha, don't worry, I've read far worse messages from people today, that made me laugh!

Keys: This is a little unorthodox but I'm wracking my brain here and I can't think of another solution. If I give you my work phone number, would you text me a photo of your screen?

Keys: Usually, I'd ask for an email of a screenshot, but, well…

You: yeah sure, whatever gets me out of this purgatory.

Keys: Super appreciate your patience here. My number is: 

Keys: [redacted]

Keys: Okay, got it, deleted the message with my number so it won't show up in chat history, in case you're wondering. Data protection and all.

You: the professional techie guy with the techie-ass nickname being cautious about cyber security? groundbreaking.

Keys: Haha! You got me there!

Keys: Oh! Wait! Are you registered as a beta tester?

You: no?? i didn't know that was a thing??

Keys: Yeah, all ours are internal and I don't recognise your username in our database, now that I've pulled it up. I think you must have just slipped through the cracks, let me look into the code of our new test area and see if I can boot you back out.

You: ooh, are you gonna come bursting in through my door with a swat team to erase my memory, too?

Keys: I'm just a "professional techie guy" here, not a Man In Black, haha. 

Keys: Hey, I see you!

Keys: In this code, I mean.

Keys: It's showing up that there's an unauthorized player.

Keys: That's what I meant.

You: well yeah, didn't think you were in my walls or anything

Keys: Just making sure! Didn't want you really thinking I was stalking you or anything.

Keys: Still don't remember making that error message, but that's another mystery, I guess.

You: ooh, maybe the game's becoming sentient and it's outgrowing us all!

Keys: There's that imagination again!

Keys: I'm gonna reset your position to your safehouse, hopefully also keeping your progress intact? If this doesn't work then a hard reboot is unfortunately the only other way.

You: you're a doll.

You: AHHHH IT WORKED I'M BACK AND I STILL GOT A SICK ASS BIKE WAITING FOR ME IN MY GARAGE

You: THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHH

Keys: Pleasure's all mine, glad I could help. Please reach out if it happens again! Or if you have any other issues!

You: will do. so long, techie guy. thanks for everything!

Keys: Happy playing!

— — — —

It's been a relatively quiet Friday evening for you. Nobody's made any plans to go out, and you're unsure yourself whether you have the energy to. You've pretty much spent your whole day gaming, so you should probably fill your social battery a little, but do you really want to go to a bar by yourself?

You glance over at your phone and smirk at it. There is that guy you've been talking to… Maybe you'll send him something to spice the night up.

Once you've done your hair and make-up to add to the whole look, you find your cutest set of underwear, put it on and take a couple of selfies until there's one you're especially pleased with. Your muscle memory has you tapping three message contacts down, where he always is since you've been texting friends all day, and sending the photo on autopilot with the message: Hey, you.

You giggle with delight when your phone chimes almost immediately after - you've really got this guy whipped, huh - but are surprised to see you've apparently forgotten who else you texted today.

[8:23pm] Keys: OH

[8:23pm] Keys: OH NO

[8:23pm] Keys: I think

[8:23pm] Keys: You've sent this

[8:24pm] Keys: To the wrong person

[8:24pm] Keys: I'm so sorry I saw that!

[8:25pm] You: that's okay, i don't mind that you saw it. :)

[8:25pm] You: besides, burning the midnight oil, still being at your work phone?! don't they have out of hours customer service?

[8:29pm] Keys: I… Might have lied about this being my work phone. I normally have one, but it's getting fixed so I thought I would get away with saying it was a work line to help you out.

[8:30pm] You: and then i went and accidentally sent you an unsolicited lewd. sorry.

[8:36pm] Keys: It was just a shock, is all!

[8:38pm] You: well, since we're both here, and since you haven't deleted the photo yet despite how quickly you deleted your number from the chat log earlier, *and* how long it's taking you to reply, what do you think?

[8:40pm] Keys: Oh god, you're so right, I'm so sorry, I'll delete it now.

[8:40pm] You: don't!

[8:40pm] You: like i said, i want your feedback on it now.

[8:41pm] Keys: Oh! Well, it's very nice.

[8:41pm] You: nice?! ouuuuch.

[8:42pm] Keys: What do you mean? Nice is a compliment!

[8:43pm] You: yeah, from your grandma when you've given her a birthday card. c'mon, i can take it. tell me what you REALLY think. :)

[8:50pm] Keys: I… I think you're very attractive.

[8:51pm] You: there you go! it's super adorable that you're stammering over text, btw.

[9:01pm] Keys: [image attached]

[9:01pm] Keys: It felt weirdly unbalanced that you at least didn't know what I looked like, too.

[9:02pm] You: well damn, no wonder they call you keys, because you are just my *type!*

[9:02pm] You: get it?

[9:03pm] Keys: …That was cheesy as hell.

[9:03pm] Keys: But I like cheese :]

[9:03pm] You: oh yeah? give me your cheesiest pick-up line 

[9:13pm] Keys: Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe!

[9:13pm] You: i award that 🧀🧀🧀/5. you could be cheesier.

[9:19pm] Keys: Okay, fine.

[9:20pm] Keys: Are you Google? Because you have everything I'm searching for.

[9:22pm] You: 🧀🧀🧀🧀. are YOU google because i'm feeling lucky. ultimate cheese has no comeback. c'mon, you're so close.

[9:26pm] Keys: Oof, okay, give me a sec.

[9:28pm] Keys: Although really you should never use Google if you can help it, they already datamine so much information out of you that the less you use any Google product, the safer you are. I use DuckDuckGo myself, but you should really do your own research when it comes to cybersecurity rather than just blindly trust someone, even if they are a professional.

[9:28pm] You: keys.

[9:29pm] Keys: Right. Sorry.

[9:38pm] Keys: If you were a grade, you'd be A+, because I want to take you home and show you to my parents.

[9:39pm] You: okay, that wins. maximum cheese for keys 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀

[9:39pm] You: next ranking category: 🌶️ 

[9:39pm] You: let's see what you got, hot stuff

[9:45pm] Keys: What?! I can't just send you stuff like that! That's so forward!

[9:46pm] You: keys you've seen my tits

[9:46pm] You: i think we're past that

[9:55pm] Keys: Accidentally!

[9:55pm] You: and all the time you spend scrolling back up to it is "accidental", too?

[9:56pm] Keys: …How could you tell?

[9:57pm] You: every now and then you take a little bit longer between messages. just assuming you're scrolling up lol

[9:56pm] You: like i keep saying. i don't mind at all. you don't have to be shy around me

[9:58pm] Keys: Well, since all my cards are apparently on the table so obviously…

[9:58pm] Keys: Do you work at Subway? Because you just gave me a foot-long.

[9:59pm] You: ????? talk about 0-60! also i think that deserves negative 🌶️ for the psychic damage it caused me to read

[10:00pm] Keys: You just turned my software into hardware.

[10:00pm] You: what happened to "that's so forward", eh?

[10:01pm] You: but, credit where it's due, 🌶️🌶️. normally a 🌶️ but from you it's like a 2.5/5

[10:01pm] Keys: Your outfit would look great on my bedroom floor.

[10:01pm] You: oh

[10:02pm] You: oh my god

[10:02pm] You: oh you sweet boy, you're googling them, aren't you

[10:02pm] You: or whatever you use instead

[10:04pm] Keys: Some of us need the extra help! We're not all as smooth as you.

[10:04pm] You: sure you are, baby, you just need to get comfortable

[10:05pm] Keys: But I'm already on my bed!

[10:05pm] You: not just in that way! try taking something off

[10:06pm] You: and then send me proof 😇

[10:11pm] Keys: [image attached]

[10:11pm] Keys: ;]

[10:12pm] You: taking off your glasses doesn't count, dork!

[10:12pm] Keys: [image attached]

[10:12pm] Keys: like this?

[10:13pm] You: holy fuck

[10:13pm] You: hi you're hot

[10:14pm] Keys: Hahaha, thank you? I still don't feel any more charismatic, though!

[10:15pm] You: well, going back to your line about being like a good grade you wanna take home… does that maybe mean you also want to pin me up on the fridge?

[10:18pm] Keys: Well, the fridge isn't very sturdy. I think I'd rather do that against the wall.

[10:18pm] You: okay now *that’s* hot

[10:18pm] You: and what would you do with me once you'd pinned me to the wall? 

[10:24pm] Keys: I'm not very good at all of the imaginative talk stuff that sounds sexy. Even using the word seems like the total opposite of what I'm trying to do.

[10:25pm] You: not at all, sometimes bluntness is the sexiest thing of all.

[10:29pm] Keys: Well, I'd really like to kiss you. All over, actually. 

[10:29pm] You: *all* over?

[10:31pm] Keys: Yeah. The way you were posing made your neck look amazing.

[10:32pm] Keys: Oh god, now I sound like a vampire

[10:34pm] You: i promise you don't, that was my intention when i took it lol. besides, vampires are sexy as hell. i'd love it if you kissed my neck

[10:34pm] You: would you touch me?

[10:35pm] Keys: Wouldn't I be holding you against the wall?

[10:36pm] You: true, but there's other ways. like, you could put your leg between mine to keep me in place

[10:37pm] You: mmm, and then i could grind against your thigh while you keep this little promise of kissing and touching me *all over*

[10:37pm] You: does that sound good?

[10:41pm] Keys: Oh god yes

[10:43pm] You: and then that leaves my hands free to touch you, too. i wanna play connect the dots with those cute little moles of yours

[10:47pm] Keys: Oh my god

[10:48pm] Keys: that made me want to trace them myself for some reason and that felt so good

[10:49pm] You: you're touching yourself AND not paying attention to grammar anymore? for lil ol' me?

[10:49pm] You: that deserves a reward, i think 

[10:51pm] You: [image attached]

[10:51pm] You: i seem to have lost my bra, come over and help me find it?

[10:58pm] Keys: holy shit 

[10:58pm] Keys: can i just say what i'm thinking and then you can tell me if i'm going to far 

[10:59pm] You: i think you mean *too, nerd boy, but yes, i'd love that

[11:06pm] Keys: sorry typing is getting difficult at the moment

[11:11pm] Keys: i want to hold them so bad. they look amazing, especially with your nipples so hard

[11:11pm] You: when you say typing is difficult, are you touching yourself right now?

[11:12pm] You: because now i'm playing with my nipples and wishing it was you

[11:13pm] You: tell me, baby. you want me to rub them? squeeze them? you wanna come over and suck on them?

[11:17pm] Keys: i want to feel them get hard. want to touch them while i kiss you

[11:17pm] You: attaboy! i knew you had it in you

[11:19pm] You: they're so sensitive now. and humping my pillow as if it’s your leg isn't enough, can i touch myself for you, please?

[11:23pm] Keys: oh god yes please do

[11:23pm] You: are you okay to call? i have a feeling both of us are getting preoccupied now

Your phone lights up with the name "Keys Freecity" and you immediately put it on speaker, letting the phone rest on your pillow next to you. "Well, hey there."

"Uh, hi." His voice is shaking and his breath is hitching.

"You know, you never told me if you were touching yourself or not," you point out.

"I - I am," he stammers out, and you purr back.

"God, I wish I was there to do that for you. Or at least to watch. I bet you look so fucking good right now. What are you thinking about, then, huh?"

"I was, uh… Thinking, about… The way you look up in those photos… And…" He falters out, but you hear the faintest groan, still.

"Aw, you want me to suck you off, baby?" You tease. "Thinking about me looking up at you? My lips wrapped around your cock? Mmm, I bet it's so big I can barely fit, huh?"

"I… I mean, it's not the sandwich I promised earlier, but… It's definitely bigger than… Average," Keys explains, and you don't hold back on the moan that hearing that news elicits from you.

You still laugh softly at his joke. "Yeah, I could tell, baby. Fuck, when are you coming over and splitting me in half already?"

"God, I wish I could," he replies in a strained voice. “Also, it’s really - hot when y- you call me that.”

"Yeah? And how do you like it, baby? You wanna fuck me on my back, so you can keep watching me as you play with me? Or you wanna be the one to lay there and take it while I bounce on your dick? Or d- do you wanna just - bend me over and - fuck me senseless, huh?" As you finally give into temptation, sliding your hand beneath your panties and finally giving your clit the attention it's been craving for far too long, your breath hitches and your voice gets weaker.

“Oh, god, I… All of it, god, please, I don’t care, just want you,” he groans through the phone.

“I want you too, baby, you sound so good,” you croon sultrily, rubbing yourself in faster, tighter circles. “Are you close, hm? Gonna cum for me? I wanna hear you get off so bad.”

“Wanna - wanna get off for yo- with you, want you, please,” he whines.

“Mmm, tell me one more time, baby. What are you thinking of now?” You ask as you sink a finger inside of you. “Thinking of fucking me, yet?”

“Mm - mm-hm,” Keys whimpers. “You - You on top of me, talking like that and - and riding me, treating my cock so good.”

“I’d treat you so good, baby," you groan, adding another finger. "And you'd fill me up, wouldn't you? Fuck me - oh, right there," you whine as you curl your fingers to hit just the right spot. "Oh god, Keys, need you inside me."

Something about you saying his name short-circuits his brain. You just about hear his strained string of moans and profanities through the phone, picturing in your head how that sweet face of his must look - eyes glassing over, lips slightly parted, chest heaving. Maybe you’d fuck him with his glasses on. Maybe they’d be clouded over, knocked askew on his face as you bounced up and down on his dick. “Did you just come for me, baby?” you coo, your shoulders tensing and toes curling as you feel your own release building.

"Mm-hm, yeah, made - made a real mess of myself, shit," he half-laughs with exhaustion.

“That’s my good boy,” you smile dazedly, your core convulsing around your fingers. "Want me to cum for you, too?"

"Oh, shit, you haven- where are my - God, fuck, yes, let me hear you s… Say my name," his voice shakes with the effort he's trying to exude confidence into his tone, betrayed by the immediate, "please," that rolls off his tongue.

Closing your eyes, imagining that look on his face again, pressing your phone flush against your ear as if it pulls him closer to you, you finally leg out an, "Oh, god, Keys!" before finally feeling yourself gush down your fingers, past your hand, even. Breathing heavily, you pant, "Shit, baby, I think you made me squirt."

"Is that a good thing?" he asks meekly.

"Very. You doing good, now?"

"Very!" He repeats back to you, breathlessly, making you laugh. "Sorry I was so… Pathetic, I guess. God," his voice muffles as though he's rubbing his face while he talks. "But it did sound like you were into it a little," he points out with a lilt in his voice.

You grin, "I sure did, but if you wanted to do it again, but more… Confidently, I'd be more than happy to do that again. If you wanted."

"I've never really done… Any of that before, like, at all," he starts, and you interrupt him with a laugh.

"Yeah, no shit, Mr Subway!"

"Ah, like I said, that's not entirely untrue," he laughs awkwardly. "But I've especially never done anything with a total stranger, much less someone I helped through work, um, they can't - you wo- please, don't -"

"You mean this isn't standard practice for Free City customer support?" You tease sarcastically, before adding in a serious tone, "I won't tell a soul. Besides, I like having you as my dirty little secret."

He chuckles, "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Maybe the next time you're feeling up to it, we can video call."

"N-Next time?!"

You hurriedly add, "If you wanted, you sounded like you did, if this is the first and last, that's totally -"

"No! I mean, yeah! I mean… If that's… Cool," he stammers.

You smile, "It's very cool. Just gotta be a little more confident. Isn't there something you do when you need that extra boost? Like, surely in the game you gotta be a little more self-assured around trolls and hackers and shit, right?"

He groans, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that."

Grinning wickedly, you poke further. "Well, now I have to know. Who are you in the game? Have I ever seen you?"

"I… I play a cop," he admits, sounding as though he'd rather the ground swallowed him whole. "It's usually me and my buddy, and he's - he's a rabbit."

You light up. "Shut the fuck up, you're Dirty Stripper Cop?!"

"Oh god, the players call me that, too?! It's bad enough that Mouser does," he groans in despair.

"No, this is perfect. You just let me know when you’re ready to bring… Dirty Stripper Cop to our little talks, and I’ll be waiting,” you bite back a laugh as you repeat his character’s nickname in the hopes that he’ll still take your offer seriously.

A moment of silence exists between the two of you before he pipes up, “...And what if I still want to talk to you, without… All of this? I mean, if that’s all you want, then I guess, but… I dunno, you still seem really cool, and you made me laugh today, even at work when it felt weird in my cheeks to start smiling. But if this is all you want with -”

The rest of his words get drowned out as you move your phone away from its position to look at your dating app notifications. Keys has apparently not been your only option tonight. And you’ve never been one to commit. But something tells you that this was the best offer you’re getting. And the next one will be. As will the one after that, and that’s not even set in stone, yet. But you’re hoping to guarantee it.

As you return your headset to your ear, he’s still rambling. You cut him off with a simple, “Keys.” He shuts up quickly, and you continue, “I - I meant it. I wanna talk to you again. Maybe more than just this, I dunno, I’m bad at this sorta stuff. But… You’re cute. In more ways than one. And if you wanna keep talking, I’ll try. But that’s all I can promise.”

“That’s enough for me! I’ll, um, I’ll text you in the morning, then? Or is that too soon?”

“I honestly wish I could tell you,” you admit sadly. You hope it gets through to him that your reservations aren’t on his part.

Thankfully for you, he doesn’t seem so keen to give up. “Alright! Well, I suppose I got some cleaning up to do before I get some shut-eye. Um, so I’ll talk to you, tomorrow… At some point. Um, goodnight!”

“Goodnight, baby.”

#keys x reader #keys x you #keys imagine #walter keys mckey x reader #walter keys mckey x you #walter keys mckey imagine #keys free guy x reader #keys free guy x you #keys free guy imagine #*myfics #fic: keys

[onskepa]

DJ'Oxtang: Rhythm of sound.

Hiiiiiii, so this is for the anon that requested:

Anon: What about the sully kids x human reader who does beatbox or trap. Like, they are in awe at how fast she can sing or the sounds she can make.

I tried to get this be its own thing, but I was having a a hard time. So I thought it would make more sense if oxtang was capable of doing more. Also if it is ok with you anon, I stayed with beatboxing. So, hopefully this turns out good! Enjoy!

DJ in the house! , Hot feet

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It has been weeks since the amazing DJ party. And the young na'vi crave for another. But for originality, it takes time and patience. Something Oxtang has learned time and time again. She once again experiments sounds. Trying more remixes, testing and checking sounds the human machines make, from scanners, the pods, computers. Oxtang samples everything.

But its hard when it is so limited.

Next best thing, create sounds from her own body.

The sully kids were enjoying another day of adventure. Going into the vast forest of their home to find anything really. As usualy, lo'ak took lead with no real purpose of where to go. Just going with whats most safe-ish.

Tuk was just waving a random stick, playing some game with spider and neteyam. "Why cant I go to the next party?" she whines on with a cute pout. Kiri playfully tugs on her small ear, "you are too young and small to join. Besides, mom will skin us if she knows we brought you to the parties".

Tuk only pouted more but ran to catch up with lo'ak. Spider and neteyam walks beside kiri. "Did oxtang say when the next party is?" neteyam asks spider. The boy shakes his head, "not really, but she has been playing and practicing different types of sounds" spider replies.

"Maybe she is making a new set of music for the party" lo'ak suggests. Would make sense, repeating the same thing would get boring.

"Whatever it is, I know it will be amazing" neteyam adds with a excited smile on his face. Oxtang is extremally creative. It is impossible for her to run out of ideas.

"I have run out of ideas" oxtang says flatly.

The sully kids looked at her with shock and surprise. "How? You are a musician! How can you run out of ideas??" lo'ak speaks, still taking in the information. Oxtang shrugs, "same way as you can run out of arrows, beads, water, I just dont have many ideas at the moment".

"What have you done so far?" neteyam asks.

"Well I didnt want to reuse some of the music i made, it would be a dead give away. I hate repeats. I am trying to create sounds organically by beatboxing" oxtang explains.

But that only made everyone tilt their heads in confusion. "Beatboxing?" tuk repeats.

"What is that?" spider asks.

"Beatboxing is making unique sounds with my vocal chords, tongue and teeth, its different form singing. Like how you guys try to mimic animal sounds. I try to mimic sound effects". Oxtang explains.

"Oooooohhhh" the kids all said in unison.

Neteyam leans a bit closer, "can you show us?" he asks. Blinking a bit, oxtang smiles, "sure!".

Clearing her throat, she covers her mouth in a cup like gesture. Taking a deep breathe, she begins to beatbox.

So many sounds Oxtang was producing. It was like 5 different vocals at once! The sully kids were so intrigued. "Woa...." spider says in awe. Oh he definitely wants to learn how to beatbox now.

The sounds coming from oxtang ranged from short and loud, to long and rising with tension. It came out very similar to the sounds she makes with the audio mixers.

The rhythm of the sounds were very hypnotizing, pulling everyone in. Oxtang looked down at her hands, concentrated in her breathing to bring out the sounds her body is capable of. And by the end of it, she gasps a bit but raises her hands up in pride.

"Tada~!!"

The kids were quick to give her a well deserving applause. "That is awesome! How do you it" spider asks. "Well, a lot of practice and learning how to breathe correctly. Your voice is a lot deeper than mine so I think you can reach deeper tones if you try" oxtang replies. This gives not only spider, but lo'ak and tuk inspiration to try.

"Bzzz....BZZZZSTT!!" tuk tries, creating whatever sound she can come up with on the spit. Everyone smiles at her cute sounds. "Youg make it look so easy!" tuk says to oxtang.

The human girl smiles and ruffles the youngest sully's head. "Just a lot of practice". Kiri widens her eyes a bit, getting an idea. "Do you have a microphone or something to speak in loud volume?" kiri asks. Oxtang tilts her head slight, "I do actually, a head seat that I can use to speak in long range, why?".

Kiri scratches her chin a bit, "Well, if you are having a hard time with creating something. Why not 'beatbox'? You are creating your own sound and not really repeating". Everyone looked at kiri, taking in the idea.

"That could work" lo'ak says. "Yeah, it might, that means more practice and a lot of water. Yeah I can see where this can go". Feeling more ampt, New ideas surge in oxtang's mind. Perhaps a new party isnt so far in the future.

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Sorry if it was short, hopefully this is good enough to satisfy everyone! Until next time! See ya!

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #lo'ak #kiri #lo'ak x reader #tuk x reader #tuk sully #spider x y/n #spider x reader #spider x kiri #kiri x y/n #kiri x reader #kiri x you #neteyam x reader

[azpher-omega]

Think I have to call it quits to a weekly post, so instead let's just do a Blender one, because that's what at least half of it would be anyway.

So... not gonna lie, this model is looking scary good. Like, 'actually this might work on its own' sort of good.

Well... when I fix it.

The ultimate litmus test to me will be if it can replicate some of my comics expressions. Because, like, I need silly faces. Its not my comic if there arent silly faces.

I've been mostly working on the rigging, and, good news! I'm hip to drivers and custom properties now! Yeah, I have no idea why no one could explain them to me correctly. They're so simple. I 100% bet the reason it never worked was because of the local-world axis distinction and not being aware of the ability to change the axis youre working with, or that they exist at all.

Here's a neato gif I made of some progress:

By the way, that's not the gif lagging. It is actually that slow to open the mouth.

Which brings me to bad news... I think my computer is finally too weak for me to be able to do all this not-frustratingly. I built it, what, 6 years ago? I think longer even. It was a good, mid range rig, but now, if I want to upgrade, I would basically need to replace half of it because its no longer compatible with things.

On the plus side, when I do inevitably have to upgrade, my sister will finally get a computer that doesn't suck.

And it's mostly that one damn boolean on the mouth. The fast setting just... doesn't work. even having it visible and not editing it at all makes the framerate drop. And I need several more booleans for their neck holes! Let alone having multiple characters talking. It's not impossible, just, frustrating. And if it's frustrating, It simply isn't viable as an alternative to screenshotting the models and drawing over them.

Gonna put a cut for rambling about drivers, aka boring number crunching. It's actually pretty fun to me but that's because I'm a wierdo who thinks naming several hundred bones is a relaxing task.

So, drivers. They're kinda sick. I really wanna explain that foot curl cuz mmmm. damn. sooo satisfying. I have it even better than that gif now, it even curls inward so the outer toes are more thumblike.

Well first off what's a driver you may ask. Heck even if you do blender stuff, drivers seem not very well-explored. Basically a driver is an instruction set to tell one property to change, based on another property. For the foot, i have it so the foot bones' position on the upward axis (y location) changes the x rotation of the foot bones.

This is what that looks like. Purple is the property I want to change, var and proxyrot are the 'changers'. They *drive* the change.

Tbh I'm oversimplifying the above but most of the extra stuff is for convenience. Instead of the foot itself raising, the 'footsplay' bone follows it, but with a fixed axis, just to make it more predictable. And since adding a driver makes a given property uneditable, theres another bone riiiight above the bone being driven that only exists to let you adjust it manually. I called it a proxy bone, but I forget if proxy is the right word. It felt right.

Above, you can see the expression that tells it what to do when. It's python, which, I barely know, so I just copy and pasted how to do a minimum and max value. To put it in words, if the foot is off the ground, increase x until it gets to 0.3. If the foot is below the ground, don't change x at all. Plus, whatever the proxy bone is doing.

Thankfully I only need a proxy bone for each toe; the rest of the curling is done by copying the rotation to the next bone, then to the next next bone... (If you hold your finger out straight, rotate it a bit, rotate the next joint by about the same... you see it makes a 'curl' effect) Since that uses a modifier and not a driver, it's also adjustable, so the rest don't need proxy bones!

The bones to rotate all the toes at a given joint (I fixed them, you can see more below) are basically the same thing. Copy its rotation to all the joints. Just a liiiitle quicker than selecting them individually, setting the rotation to be based on their individual origins, and rotating.

Why did I never understand how to make these work? Mostly that 'space' option. While I'm pretty sure I understood what the local space was, here's the thing:

In this case it's not a big difference because both have the same x axis (red), but... the global (world) axes and local (local) axes of bones and various objects can be very different from each other. In this case, imagine if I wanted it to rotate on the y (green) axis. They're practically swapped! I use this dropdown soooo much and afaik I just, happened to goof around with it one day, no one ever mentioned it in any tutorials.

I want to make a blender tutorial so much...

You're already down here so I'll ramble about that.

Basically, I believe most people here at least who want to get into 3d are 2d artists. This kinda sucks cuz... I'll be real a lot of the people making these tutorials are the techbro sort... That's not per se a bad thing, it's wonderful if people who have no prior artistic experience find that 3d is their calling, but... It's often a specific sort of person. They want to make movies, realistic environments, maybe they make videos and want to do cgi for it, motion tracking, etc. etc.

To get to the point, I think most people here want to make their 2d art into 3d art. That's all. And when all the common 101 tutorials are photorealistic donuts, environments, and they get bored and go straight to a lot of dense non-beginner character modelling, sculpting, rigging tutorials... people think they can't do it, it's boring, it's hard, etc.

So my idea is a complete beginner character tutorial.

First off, the basics of blender. Maybe. To be honest I think introducing new concepts organically is better but honestly, a lot of tutorials go over moving rotating scale... and don't mention wtf all the panels are? Blender is so fucking scary looking at the start. I used to think 'dont worry, 90% of it you'll never touch' but to be honest? The biggest hurdle for me was uh. Learning the 90% no one ever touches. I think there's a big setback of teaching the bare minimum and then you try to do something yourself and you can only work with the bare minimum you were shown.

Perhaps if I recorded a really long vid of me explaining things I think are important to understand, then cutting out any that come up naturally. Then you'd still get the things I think are important, without doubling up the the ever annoying 'explains a thing 5 minutes in then actually uses it assuming you remember what it is an hour later'.

But! What would it be? I want to cover 1. 2d concept! It's one thing to want to make something 3d but I think no one ever mentions the sort of considerations that should go into your concepts... T-posing is really important! I think reference sheets are great practice for this but there are still some considerations that you only think about way too late, like 'is the mouth open or closed by default' and 'should you model necks straight out or curved by default'.

So you have a 2d concept. You know what you want it to do and have drawn it accordingly. How tf to model. (I basically just model nowadays so I wouldnt cover sculpting... but I'd mention it and give enough breadcrumbs to get started on experimenting with it... and lowkey recommend sculptris cuz its soooo cute as an intro to sculpting even if its limited) here id cover basic movement, the neglected local, world, normal concepts, pivot point options also often neglected,,, I'd probably separate sections into 'the actual tutorial' and 'things that you probably want to know' just in case people only want the meat and prefer to tackle problems as they come.

I'd also cover important modifiers like subdiv, solidify, mirror, also some wierd but useful ones like shrinkwrap and array.

Materials, shading, I'm not sure how I'd go about those. Since it's a character tutorial, probably at least how to add a texture, how to do transparency, errr. UV's are a big one... oh, also I'd discuss add-ons, cuz some are reeaaaal useful. I'm no purist, I think using add-ons in a tutorial is a good way to find out what sort of things people use and why, rather than just oohhhh its not blender lets not mention the way easier thing ... everyone uses node wrangler tho but. *leans in* I dont use it that much tbh. Why is it the only add-on anyone suggests. Even some default ones blender has are real good.

Rigging is the one I've thought the most about. There's so, so much in rigging that's a minute explanation that the only tutorial for it is an hour long. It took me soooo long to not be scared of IK's because the explanations on how to set it up are so fucking bad. So many of them assume you're making a human and don't at all convey what is actually happening and how you can use it.

And now, I feel super confident I could explain drivers and how to apply them to things. I think that's the big thing. So many explanations are... confined to their own space. This is how you make a rig! Oh, you didn't want to make a human? Spend the next 3 months figuring out tails and long necks. Oh, you want to know how drivers work? No you don't! No one just decides to figure out drivers. It comes up in a completely different vid, you have no idea what it is, you get spooked and avoid the problem the driver fixed for years, until you decided to sit down and spend hours watching shit tutorials and articles until it clicks the super fucking simple explanation that everyone dragged out into 20 minute tutorials that don't cover what to even do with the fucking things.

More than anything I want to cover what to do when things go wrong. That's the kicker isn't it. Have I truly finished a model? Or did I hit a skill barrier or problem I couldn't google and left it too long to remember what it was supposed to be finished like? Stuff like the horror of auto-keying, scale issues, symmetry...

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[queen-of-the-night-lights]

Different ( The Bad Batch x OC)

A/N: So after much internal debate I decided I am going to post the first chapter of my OC Bad Batch fic. This is just to test the waters to see if anyone is interested. The story takes place before season 7 of Clone Wars so I apologize to Echo fans. This is also a small self insert OC because I am lonely and love clones.

Warnings: Mentions of prison, crime, and canon typical violence.

Summary: After being caught by the Republic for attempting to steal from various senators Tessa is given a unique prison sentence. This leads to her being forced into various rotations throughout the GAR, but due to her personality not many of the clones like her. Now she has one last chance to prove she’s not difficult to work with, but the squad she is assigned to isn’t what she expected.

Life has so many twist and turns, and for some it happens so often that it feels normal that couldn’t be more true for Tessa. She had an interesting life to say the least. Fleeing her home planet after a political take over, having to split up from her family, bounty hunting, and getting arrested by the republic. That last one would change her life forever. It was supposed to be an easy job, steal a few trinkets from a list of senators and sell them back to people they have wronged. She got greedy though when she noticed one of the senators personal computers had been left out. The codes were rather easy to crack and a quick download later she had the entire drive copied on to a disk.

As she finished an alarm was set off that sensitive materials were downloaded by an unknown source, usually Tessa knew how to override such controls but this code was different and there was no time to mess with it. She ran and got pretty far and made it to her ship. As she was leaving the atmosphere a ship caught her in a tractor beam. Making the decision not to go out by trying to escape she surrendered. Something happened at her trial that she never expected, they offered her a job instead of prison time. According to the senate and Jedi’s present, they were impressed that she had gone undetected for hours and after reading her records had only been caught or even noticed now. The job was to rotate between battalions and fly them for any stealth or special operations.

At first it was weird for both Tessa and the troopers, then as time went most clones were annoyed that she was going with them. She had quite a unique personality and can go from sweet to rude in less than a second. It didn’t help that a lot of troopers just treated her like a criminal, she was but hey at least she was helping and always did her job. One day while assembling her gear back together Commander Cody came in with her new rotation and briefing. “ Hey, Commander what do you have for me this time?” She asked . Shaking his head he handed her the data pad and explained. “ You will be gone on your usual 6 missions with this group-“ “ Who are these troopers?” She interrupted. “ I’ve never worked with them before. '' He sighed, looking at the girl and rubbing his temple slightly. “ No you haven't. I was ordered to add them to your rotation due to multiple complaints about your more recent missions.” She rolled her eyes as she continued to read “ I’m not that bad.”

Cody then started to go into his Commander voice which he knew would get her to listen to him. “ You have not followed orders for the past seven rotations and have made reckless decisions threatening the mission and some of the men.” Looking him directly in the eye she responded “ Commander, with all due respect through that so called reckless ness we didn’t loose as many men as we would have. Sure more were injured, but I’m tired of everyone here acting as though having more men die than just hurt is better. I do what I think is right, even if no one agrees. I get the job done so why should it matter!” The whole “ do what your told” mentality of the GAR always bothered Tessa. It’s why she became a bounty hunter, usually the client didn’t care how your job was done so long as it was done.

Sighing Cody then explained “ You can’t keep doing this. It is rare that we have civilians help in the field as much as you do. You know that the conditions of your arrest and your time can change very quickly and if you can’t change or at least get a higher standing review from a commanding officer they will send you to prison. Do you understand?” The girl averted her gaze and looked at the floor. She knew he was right, and it wasn’t that you had no good reviews, a few divisions liked her. Or at least she thought so. The 501st, 212th, and the 114th seemed to like her okay.

However the Jedi generals of those groups tended to be more understanding of her situation and of how being able to critically think was a good skill to have in the war. The clone commanders of those groups did try to help her, that’s why Cody, Rex, and Wolffe were more than willing to make sure to send her to the proper type of missions during her rotations so that she couldn’t cause too much trouble. “ Yes sir, I understand.” Placing a hand on her shoulder Cody complimented “ Your a good person Tess, but the courts only look at your reviews and data.” Taking a breath you told him “ I know.”

“ Promise me this time around that you are actually going to try with this group. Do what you do best, analyze their needs and what they need from you and do it. Don’t let this be your final group and rotation.” Cody asked patting your shoulder to leave you. Noticing a few fields in the paperwork not filled out you called after Cody “ Commander Cody, there are a few blank spots on here. Some of which are important like what ship I’m taking, what do you want me to do with them?” Turing back he smirked “ Maybe you should go and see them about it. Try to make a good impression before you officially meet tomorrow. “

Shaking her head Tessa let out a frustrated sigh. This was just great, the one squad she knew absolutely nothing about was the one she had to go make a fool of herself in front of. It’s not that she was bad at coming off as professional, she just got flustered easily in “social situations”. She didn’t really have to talk to anyone before and she didn’t like talking to most troopers anyway since they were the only people she was really allowed to talk to. Plus judging by the information given to her, this group wasn’t like regular clones so who knows how they would react. Heading out she made sure she had everything and at least looked clean to meet these people. As she got closer to their door she noticed a weird smell coming from the room. Tessa has gotten used to most smells, sweat, dirt, blood, etc., they never really bothered her. But this smelt like that ten fold.

She knocked on the door and did not expect to be greeted by a tall, lanky, and gray haired man. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you not recognizing who you were. Taking a small breath she started “ Hello, I’m so sorry to bother you guys, but I need whoever is in charge of the group to fill out the blank spots on my paperwork. If I’m to be working-“ quickly the man cut her off turning around calling “ Hunter, its for you.” Tessa just gritted her teeth as she continued to have a polite smile on. Mumbling an “ Okay.” that was barely audible as someone who shared a few more traits with the clones she was used to came to the door. “ Can I help you?” He asked his tone leaning more towards confusion than towards polite.

“ Yes, I’m sorry. As I told one of the others of your group. I need you to finish filling out the blank spaces on this paper work if we are to be working together. Trust me I don’t like filling these things out either, but it needs to be done so that it’s official.” She presented the pad to him that had the pages already pulled up for him. As she continued to explain “ After today I think it can be whoever can fill the information at the time is allowed to provide information, due to how small the team is, but for the start and end of this rotation I need the highest ranked of the team to fill out this information. It’s just a lot of formalities.”

“I’m sorry but who are you?” He asked genuinely. Most of the battalions and divisions were rude when asking this when she first met them. As time had gone on the different groups had heard of her, so when asking this sometimes it was out of disgust or annoyance. He was different, Tessa could tell he actually didn’t know who she was. “ Oh, you were supposed to get a transmission. Anyway, I’m sorry, I’m Tessa Rodamantez. I am going to be your Pilot and Accompaniment for your next few missions.” He glanced down at the data pad and back at you “ Your a what?” Quickly you replied “ I don’t know, they never gave me an official title so I just introduce myself as anything along the lines of “ a pilot that can do other things”. It’s better than calling me “ a prisoner with a job.”” He smirked a little at that, which made you feel better. In her life she felt like to at least make a good impression you have to get someone to laugh.

“ I’m not sure you have the right unit. We don’t work well with others.” He started to hand you the data pad back when you stopped him asking “ Your Clone Force 99 right?” He was a little taken back by the question. You knew who they were, or at least you knew their name. He slowly answered “ Yeah.” Smiling Tessa responded “ Then your the right unit.” This girl was bold, not like how most would talk to them on Kamino or anywhere else. She seemed nice enough it was just weird meeting someone who was a civie instead of a reg or a Jedi.

Tessa continued “ Well, I will see you guys tomorrow for a more formal introduction and explanation of what we are going to be doing together.” She turned to leave when she remembered “ Oh and it was nice meeting you Hunter.” She still had to be polite and she did promise Cody she was actually going to try to behave with this group. “ Wait, you know my name?” Hunter called after her, she pivoted around and replied “ Yes, well I mean I heard the other guy ask for you when I first arrived so I just assumed.” And with that she left not wanting to feel nervous anymore especially before the briefing tomorrow. That’s usually when Tessa would determine the type of person she would be working under and how to best approach things.

After closing the door and walking back towards the beds Wrecker asked “ Who was that?” As Hunter made his way to his section of the room he replied “ Some girl.” Interrupting Wrecker said “ A girl? That’s weird, what she want?” With a sigh Hunter said “ I guess we are working with her for the next few missions. Someone was supposed to send us a transmission about her.” “ They did.” Tech chimed in as he sat repairing some of their recently broken gear.

They all sat there wide eyed at their brother and stared. When he noticed he commented “ What? I thought we all read it.” Shaking his head Hunter “ No Tech, we did not read it. Why didn’t you tell us about something this important?” Tech shrugged and continued working on repaired “ Like I said , I thought we all read it. They sent it to all of us. I’m not sure if whoever sent it wasn't familiar with our group or if they thought all of us should know.” Rubbing the back of his neck Hunter instructed “ Alright Tech, since you're the only one who read it summarize for us. Who is she?”

“ Well like she told you, her name is Tessa Rodamantez and she is a prisoner of the Republic. Arrested for breaking and entering the senate building on Coruscant, as well as the theft of multiple items from various senators. Most notably many top secret files from Senator Orn Free Taa. She claims she didn’t know what was on them, nor was she asked to get them. All she knew was that his computer was on and that it seemed “ fun” to hack into someone’s personal device who was that high up in the senate.”

Wrecker laughed at that before Tech continued “According to these records she was one of the best, which is why she got an obscure sentence. She was very successful at what she did and never got caught, that is until her attempt at the senate. For the past 2 years she has been a pilot for small missions or as an extra pilot for multiple larger ones. She is also used for a long list of tasks that coincide with special operatives, stealth, and a lot of areas we usually cover.”

Crosshair interrupted him asking “ So why do they claim we need her?” “ They don’t.” Tech replied “ She has these six mission rotations before she is transferred to another division.” “ So why are we just now hearing about her?” Hunter asked as he glanced down at the pad filling out the blank spaces. “ Perhaps it is because of her mission reports and reviews. She is not great at following orders and many have stated that she is hard to work with, has an attitude, makes risky judgment calls, talks back to her teammates, has been described as a danger-“ Hunter stopped him knowing that his brother was going to list everything ever described about the girl. “ Okay, I think we got it.”

Tech nodded, wiping up his work station as he put finishing touches on their gear. “ So what you're saying is that she’s a problem that they keep dumping on people until they can figure out what to do with her?” Crosshair speculated as he propped himself on his elbow on his bed. Not entirely enthused about the whole situation of a new person being forced upon them. “ I don’t see anything wrong with her.” Wrecker commented to which Hunter calmly explained “ She’s a criminal Wrecker.” Remembering the first part of Techs spill a “ Right.” Was all Wrecker could respond with.

“ That is why there has been many debates of whether or not she should still be able to work with the GAR. If she can’t work with others then they’ll send her to prison.” Tech explained. “ Well we will just have to stick it out like everyone else.” Hunter said definitely. “ Goodie.” Crosshair said sarcastically, laying back down to try to get some sort of rest before tomorrow. “ Well, I think she sounds cool. We don’t follow orders well either!” Wrecker said as he moved Lula’s arms up and down mindlessly. “ Precisely why I don’t think we would have too much trouble.” Tech agreed, finishing up his work and heading to his bed.

Hunter just sat there reading the paper work she handed him. This was a long document describing different rules and what or what not the Republic is responsible for with this girl. It’s not that they hadn’t worked with other people before, they have helped with backup and a few missions here and there, but this was different. Having someone who will be staying with them for a while twenty four hours a day is going to be really difficult. Tessa is in for a rude awakening with this group. From what it sounds like they have similar personalities which only means that they might clash which is going to be a problem. He hoped this girl isn’t more trouble than she’s worth.

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Okay.... so NOT art thoughts-

I LOVE THE TAROT ART!!! AND....AND AND ALL THE ART!!! I mean you could draw Levi's butt hovering over a toilet seat and I'm still positive it would be magical.

2. I'm sorry if this is weird but as a pick me up for your exams I thought I'd try this (if you're feeling stressed. If not...well hopefully this is amusing anyways.) (I'm going with a generic apartment layout btw so sorry in advance if none of this sounds familiar lol. reader goes by you. and you absoulutely do not have to respond to this if you don't want to. just so you know.)

(and also sorry for the spam.... I'm not sure why I'm always sorry but anywho...)

You were stressed out. You'd been studying, cleaning, working, just trying to exist day to day. You knew eventually it would be over, but seeing that day come closer at a snails pace just.... why did time have to move so slowly? Why did time have to drag, speeding up only to seemingly come to a crashing halt. Was this some kind of punishment?

Regardless you were here at this point. Staring at a computer screen and wondering when you would get to move on to the next phase of your life.....life beyond exams...at least for a little while.

Levi was sitting at a table and contemplating on where you'd been for the past several hours. He'd thought about starting dinner for you, though he knew you knew how to cook. He loved your cooking, trying your food was like putting delicious fireworks of flavor in his mouth, not that he'd ever word it like that.

Getting up he walked around to find you sitting at a desk, staring at a computer screen as you moved a hand and slowly clicked on a portion of the screen.

Research maybe? an online test? He saw your furry companion sleeping near you and slipped quietly back out of the room. You'd been working hard, really hard. He decided he would make dinner, and make your life a little easier.

Busying himself he started working on preparing the best meal that he knew how, knowing it wouldn't be as good as yours but hopefully it would still be tasty enough. Once everything was cooking he set about a new task, cleaning as quickly and as quietly as he could.

He would make sure that you did get to take some rest after you were done doing what you were doing. Though he made a note to drag you away from what you were doing when dinner was done, letting the food get cold was taboo.

He also made a mental note to run a bath for you if you wanted....or press for it anyways so you could relax a little.

Tonight you WOULD get a chance to relax a little, even if it was only for a little while.

A mini story for you, if you can call this that.

Good luck Sweet Bean!

CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! THE FIRST ONE GOT ME LAUGHING SO HARD!!! (and I literally had a fuck*ng image in my head aaaaahhhhh dammit LMAO…shit I can still laugh over this ^^ AAAAHHH)

THE SECOND?! I LITERALLY HOLD MY BREATH WHILE READING!!! LIKE OH.MY.GOD!!! THIS IS SO SWEET!!! YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLE!!! THAAAAAAANK YOU THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH MY PRECIOUS BEAN!!! YOU SAVED MY MORNING!!!! AND I WILL COME BACK TO YOUR ASK EVERY TIME I HAVE AN EXAM!!! (PROBABLY MORE OFTEN)

PLEEEASE!!! YOUR STORY!!! FOR ME!!!!!!!!??? CAAAAAT I LITERALLY CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH!!! THIS IS SOOOO GOOD!!! AND I'M SO HYPED FOR ALL YOUR PROJECTS!!!

AND DON'T BE SORRY FOR BEING A SWEETHEART!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING YOU!!!!

#HERE COMES THE TAG SCEEEAMING!!!! #I CAN'T !!!! PLEASE I LOVE YOU #THANK YOU #FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART #I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING #PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASE!!!! #THIS MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY!!!!! #IT'S LITERALLY PRICELESS!!!! #I LOVE YOU CAT!!! #OH MY GOOOOWD ! ! ! #CAN'T SAY SOMETHING ELSE RN #SPEECHLESS #TOUCHED #HAPPY #I'M STILL SMILING LIKE A HONEY-CAKE-HORSE #(I TRANSLATED... YA DON'T HAVE THIS PHRASE IN ENGLISH I ASSUME) #RHGOUWHEOFIWHEFHWIEHF #TEARS OF JOY RUNNING DOWN MY FACE!!!! #<333333333333333333 #LOATS OF LOVE TO YOU #LOOOOOOOOOOOTS #JEWJEFEJFWJFHPEW #PLEASE MY PRECIOUS BEAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND #OH PLEEEEAAASE #I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL GREAT AWESOME WEEKEND!!! #AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! #ask.HouseCat #hauntedhousecat.writing #jo.answers

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#5

you showed me everything underneath the stars (put your handprint on my heart)

Just a little fic set somewhere after 4x12

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Michael paced the floor, it felt like all he could do.

Alex sat looking pale and breathing heavy. The dark tendrils were climbing his skin like rising water threatening to replace all the air around him, he knew he was drowning and all he could do was gulp for air. Kyle had the stethoscope to his chest and a hard line on his mouth. For a doctor, he didn't have the greatest poker face.

Maybe that's just because it was Alex sitting in front of him, and he was racking the darkest corners of his brain for anything that he could do to reverse the damage that had been done.

And Michael could see it in his eyes, in the way he checked the results of the blood test for the fourth time as though it would show him something new, show him that Alex hadn't crossed the line between 'we can bring him back' and 'we can make him comfortable'.

Alex already knew it, he didn't need to see the deepening furrow in Kyle's brow, hear the grinding of Michael's teeth as he took quick steps past him, back and forth, back and forth. He had known it before they had made it out of the pocket dimension. He knew enough about radiation poisoning to recognise the signs.

Finally, maybe after having spent some time arguing with himself internally, Kyle stepped up and away from the computer. He put his hands on his hips and bit down on his lip, looking away from Alex as Michael honed in on him. He stood before him with pleading eyes, swallowing the lump of fear and inevitability in his throat.

"Is Evans still... has he recovered yet?" he asked quietly, and Michael felt his stomach drop.

There would only be one reason for Kyle to ask about Max at a time like this. This wasn't something a human doctor - even one that's dabbled extensively in alien biology - could fix.

Max had been so weak after they'd defeated Clyde, it had almost drained him dry and taken everything in him to fight him off. Healing Liz, saving Rosa, that took so much out of him, and Michael felt himself grinding his teeth again because no, Max hadn't recovered, and even Michael knew how much it would take to heal Alex.

He didn't have to answer, almost like Kyle could read his mind. Kyle nodded, a slow dip of his head and a look back to Alex.

"I... you were exposed for a long time," he said finally, this time it was Alex's turn to nod.

It was a soft understanding thing, a smile playing lightly on his lips because he had known for a while that he was dying, and he knew it was going to hurt Kyle more than him if he had to say the words out loud.

He was dying. He was going to die from this.

Unless Max was back to full strength soon, Alex would die.

"You did the best you could," he said, and Kyle scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped back towards him.

"Only you could be trying to comfort me in this situation," he said. "I didn't do anything, Alex. There's nothing..."

"Hey," Alex said, reaching out and putting his clammy hand over Kyle's white knuckles. "You did, you did more than anyone should have ever asked you to."

Kyle took Alex's hand in his and held it tight a moment, dropping his eyes and failing at trying to hide the tremble of his lip as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose and coughed to get the stabbing feeling out of his throat.

"It's not enough," he said.

They stayed like that for a lingering look, plenty unsaid between them, and it didn't have to be said. They knew, without words they knew what the other would say.

I'm sorry we drifted apart when we were kids, I'm sorry that's my fault.

I'm glad we made up for it these last few years, I'm glad you're in my life, and I'm sorry I'm leaving.

Michael stood watching them and it was like he was frozen in place, neither of them said anything, but it was clear as the starry sky over the mountains outside, they were saying goodbye.

"I um, I'll go talk to the others," Kyle said, finally pulling his hands away and turning to Michael with glassy eyes. "I'll go check on Evans."

As he took a step to leave Michael stepped in front, putting a hand to his chest to stop him.

"There's got to be more mist," he said in a desperate breath. "Or Liz can make some more."

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#4

Of course he took Michael's name, Michael has been Alex's escape from being a Manes since they were kids, and they're finally making it official 💕

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doin' something unholy

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otherwise known as Buck posts a thirst-trap TikTok and Eddie likes it a little too much.

It was one of those that started innocently enough, he was crinkling his eyes and nose, shuffling his shoulders a little with just his chest showing in the frame and giving the camera a little smile. After a few seconds the song dropped to lead into the chorus and the video transitioned to Buck under darker lighting, body illuminated and tensed, glistening with sweat.

Eddie felt a flutter in his stomach as he watched Buck smirk and swipe his tongue over his bottom lip, he was wearing his turnout pants with suspenders, flexing his arms as he slipped them out from under the straps and puffed out his chest. His turnout pants were unbuttoned, the band of his underwear sitting low and the lines of his hips disappearing below it. He lifted his arms to run his fingers through his hair, his abs tense and shimmering under the sheen of his sweat. And then the video looped back to the start.

Eddie found himself watching it loop over a few times, shaking his head because really he should be ashamed that he was watching his best friend's body with such a lustful gaze, but hey, why else would he have posted it if not for people to look?

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230 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I don't know what that 0 tag is about #But the rest seems accurate 😅 #Rae I must have been spamming you so much 😂

[goodguynickachievement]

Learned how to import my first animated texture into Source Engine! Whole thread is below if you want to learn how to do it too!

I also followed TopHatWaffle's tutorial, so this is mainly explaining in detail why each step is crucial with text and pictures.

TUTORIAL THREAD BELOW

Steps to Porting a Custom Texture into Source Engine:

Use this EZGif website to split your favorite GIFS into separate parts. Split < Animated GIF Splitter

Upload the GIF. For this example, we'll use this frame (Dawn of the Dead, 2004). Download if you want to give it a try!

3. After the GIF has uploaded, select the option to split the frames into .PNG format. This is done by selecting the option: Output images in PNG format. Click Split to Frames when you're ready to split the GIF.

4. Once you're done splitting the GIF into individual frames, select the option to download as a ZIP file. Save the files somewhere on your computer.

In advance, I would recommend naming the GIFS to the exact custom texture that you'll be creating. You can name them to CustomTexture or enter the _albedo at the end (CustomTexture_albedo). This will make it easier for the next step.

5. Once you've saved the files on your computer and have them properly renamed to something easier, create a new texture folder within Garry's Mod < garrysmod < materials < your custom texture folder here. This will be your new folder to drop your new .VTF and .VMT files in.

6. Open VTFedit. If you know how to import custom textures, skip this step. Click Import to start importing your custom texture.

Within your folder, select ALL of the split frames that you have. If it's in any other form other than static formats (PNG and JPEG), this process could cause conflicts. Below are the settings you should have. The "Generate Normal Map" option should be unchecked unless you want to create a normal bump map.

Once you've selected all of the frames you'd like to see in motion, VTFedit will show one image. This is post-loading. Nothing is wrong with your GIF, it'll show only one picture.

On the left sidebar, click an option that says "Play." This will allow the GIF to play. I've yet to understand how I can keep the default image in its original size by default, but I usually selected the "Fit" option with the Textures Tool.

7. If you're satisfied with how the texture is going to play out, select Save As to save your new VTF.

Your new VTF should be saved as "yournewcustomtexture_albedo." Yes, you should have _albedo at the end of your new custom texture so it'll show up in-game and that it can be recalled in the .VMT later.

Save it in the folder you made in Step 5. The file directory should be like this: Garry's Mod < garrysmod < materials < yourcustomtexture.vtf

8. Next, we'll create the VMT for this file. Copy the code that I have entered, and replace the dawnofthedeadvan with the custom texture name that you gave it.

If you're wondering how to get those huge spaces for neatness, always use Notepad++ when you're working with coding. It's a heavenly blessing. You can simply Tab when working with { and }.

This is part of basic Source Engine coding. Learn it now, and save yourself the trouble later. If you're missing a } at the end of each line of code, it will not render properly.

8.1 When determining the speed you want your GIF to play, increase or decrease the number of the animatedtexturenumvarframerate”.

8.2 Regarding "$selfillum" "1", this is the property and value needed to make the texture glow by itself. This will not require adding a light next to it unless you want some ambience. If you don't want the texture to glow, remove only this line.

9. Save the file. SAVE SAVE SAVE.

10. When saving your file, save it in the same folder as your new VTF. It should have the same name as your custom texture. Yes, you'll need to add _albedo again at the end of your VMT file. So it would look like this in your file directory:

Garry's Mod < garrysmod < materials < customtexture < customtexture_albedo.vtf & customtexture_albedo.vtf

11. You're done! Close and reopen the Hammer World Editor of the game that you're using. Sometimes, if you try to use the texture immediately, you'll get a missing texture. This is why I recommend restarting your Hammer World Editor so the texture can show up properly.

We're currently using Garry's Mod in this tutorial, but the same can be applied to other games such as Left 4 Dead 2 and other Source Engine games that may support this feature.

12. Stretch, fit, and resize your texture as needed. Then render it in-game.

#source engine #source engine tutorial #garry's mod #gmod #hammer world editor #hammer talk #hammer tutorial #nicky's tutorials #nicky grimes

[katherines]

INDEPENDENCE DAY (1996) dir. Roland Emmerich

#filmedit #independence day 1996 #cinemapix #filmtv #moviegifs #bbelcher #will smith #jeff goldblum #roland emmerich #gifs* #film #I only made this set to test out gif making on my new computer

[lolita-lollipop]

500 follower special

YANDERE CARETAKER ROBOTS BAKUDEKU X READER

I’m sick today, so here’s me making extremely self-indulgent shit✌️

——————————-

“Y/n, I insist on your bed rest, your body temperature is higher than usual, and you are traveling 5.7 minutes slower than usual. You are sick, and are permitted to stay home from school” the Android spoke in its almost human-like voice, he trailed behind you with your pajamas folded on his arm, and your blanket to try and coax you back into bed., you could smell breakfast downstairs, probably being cooked by the other one that was gifted to you. Your nose was runny, and your face felt hot, but you couldn’t miss school, you’d racked up enough late assignments already.

“No- I’m already dressed and I don’t want to undo all of my work, plus I can’t fall asleep now, I’m too awake for that.” You spoke, pulling against its (literal) iron grip, you could see the cameras set in its eyes adjust, and his facial features soften like its programming told it to. Your mom had gifted you these two from her company, trying to make up for her complete absence in your life, apparently, she’d put on a child setting, because they didn’t treat you like you could do anything in your own, you’d begged her to change it, but she didn’t listen, and instead told you “you are still a child.” You had a very weak immune system since y oh we’re a little baby, which made you highly susceptible to illness, so like the “good mother”, she was, your mom assigned you to be the first test subject for these androids.

“I have no issue assisting you to get undressed, and I can rock you in the new chair model designed for coaxing young ones into sleep. Please approve the order so I can carry it out” he stopped, looking into your eyes to where you could see the small flashing light behind them. Creepy. He smiled, shockingly human-like, and waited for you to approve, knowing you wouldn’t.

“No Deku, just stop for a minute, I’m going, point blank period. And I’m not sick, it’s just allergies” you spoke, now annoyed with the fact that you were still being dragged into your room. These things had some kind of rebellious coding in them or something, as they never listened to what you say, instead of taking each other's fake opinions, and then making a decision. you’d liked it at first, not having to do anything, and lazing around with a cuddle machine, but then they started taking away sl of your natural rights, like not letting you leave when requested or letting you walk, it was strange.

“If you insist, I do not compute why you don't let me assist you at your school directly, even though your mother requested I do. Let’s go eat breakfast, or you’ll be late”

“Because, I don’t care what she wants, and two, I’m already late. I don’t have time to eat”

“Three balanced meals a day will assist in your growth! Missing school is alright, you will get a late pass. Here.” He pulled a pink slip from his back pocket, the past for being late at your school. You barely had time to wonder how it’s managed to know what it looked like, before “he” started dragging you off. You could tell that it was only doing so because you’d refused to let it pick you up, you’d thrown a fit about it in the past, and broke your wrist while trying to fight back.

“I- ok. Let’s just hurry up, I don’t want to get any more late assignments”

———

“And- after school- of course, I have decided we will do some stimulation activities by having a picnic in the park nearby! You will have lots of fun ba- y/n! I will see it personally" the green-haired robot spoke his grip tight against your wrist. It was designed to be large, almost 7 feet with the new upgrades installed. Just pure metal coded to be human-like. You nodded, agreeing with whatever he said, if you protested he would sit you down and “survey” you on why you don’t want to do it while touching you a little more intimately than a “caretaker”. should.

The two machines locked cameras for a split second, and Deku watched the blonde pour in a small cup of black liquid into your smoothie, it deepened the color, but any other trace of the shiny liquid ceased to exist, it wasn’t like yojneoukd suspect than to poison you. If you’re wondering, you have two androids, one that communicates with you more often, and one that “guards you”, and keeps you from harm.

“Good morning, I already set the table” the thing spoke, not turning towards you, the table was indeed set, a bouquet of red flowers sat in the middle, sticking out like a sore thumb against the white table cloth.

“Now, Do you need help up, or can you do it all alone?”

“You know I can do it alone, so quit asking.” You tugged at his grip as he continued to walk over to the table. Huffing when it still insisted on lifting you so you could plop down on the chair. The blonde, also named model “bakugo” placed the drink and a plate of eggs with avocado in front of you. While you reached out to grab the fork, the robot next to you nestled into the bench next to you, and grabbed the thick purple liquid from the cup next to you, and held it up for you to gulp down. He didn’t give you any water last night, so of course, you would be thirsty.

You thought the taste was odd, some weird blueberry pineapple thing again. Then, it hit you. After a few seconds, a wave of nausea blew over you, your eyes went blurry, you conserved your breaths, your hands felt shaky, and you didn’t want to move, in fear of setting off a time bomb.

“Is something the matter darling? Your body temperature has increased, did you drink too fast? Do you wish for me to get you more water?” He spoke, using the emotions he’d downloaded to express concern, such a stark contrast to how he’d been when he’d first gotten here, cold and uncaring as a robot. You bent over, curling in on yourself, and leaned back, feeling as if you were to faint. Bakugo caught you and held you in his arms while you shivered.

“I-I, I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” You muttered, tearing up as the strange feeling washed over you again, and you tended up, both androids rush you into the small bathroom, and bakugo set you down, you sat on your knees with your face shoved into the toilet. And within seconds, you were throwing up the breakfast you’d just consumed, Deku pulled your hair back to comfort you at the moment, setting an iron hand on the small of your back.

“I did inform you, if you had stayed laying down you wouldn’t have upset your senses so much, we will take a break today alright?” The green one sled, as If you were even gonna listen to him, currently doing nothing but being ill, with no real explanation why. It took a few minutes, and a little bit of crying, but you’d eventually finished with your moment, not even caring to notice the black streams laced through your sick. Right as you finished, bakugo brought a fluffy towel up to your mouth, wiping off any remnants of anything, and Deku brought you your toothbrush, to get rid of all the icky.

“I- I can still go. I don’t want to stay home all day” you rebelliously shout up, wiping the toothpaste off the corner of your mouth. If you stayed home today, you would spend the day feeling absolutely useless again, being sick made you feel as weak as a baby, and even though your mother or these androids might say it a lot, you WERE NOT a baby. You could handle yourself perfectly fine, nothing a little water and Tylenol can’t fix. You rushed out, trying to beat the robots to the front door, not even caring to grab your bag.

But you hit a chest before you could even get halfway.

“It is highly against my standard protocol to let you leave while I’ll, in pain, or injured. You will get sick again and then I will have to come to pick you up from school. Just stay at home, and let us keep you safe and healthy. We will take care of you!” He spoke, smiling again as if it made any difference. This time he didn’t even hold back, and swooped you up off of your feet, pulling your shoes off quickly and tossing your jacket to the other.

“I’m fine! You have to let me go! Put me down right now! I don’t want to stay home! Please?” You pleaded, screaming at him and slapping at his chest, even though your arms felt like lead and you could barely breathe, you were gonna put up a fight. Well. Up until it made you feel sick again, and you quit, sinking into its arms and settling your fate. Your stomach turned knots as you snuggled up to him. The blonde piece of metal had run off to “grab necessities”, while Deku, your oh-so-loving caretaker, stayed with you.

“I am not permitted to do so. You are ill, I don’t want you to get any more of those icky feelings, so you will get bed rest, I will be there with you, honey” it spoke, the voicebox in him rattled with every sound it made, you could feel it with your head placed on its chest. He stroked your hair, patting your back with his other hand, and turning on his internal heater to warm you up and get you sleepy, and cuddly. You made little protest as he tucked you into your bed, slipping under himself and fully blasting his heater under the blanket, you could do nothing but hide under it as he tried to read a story, mad at the fact that the thing was right about you being ill. he circled his "arms' around your waits, and cupped your head with his warm hands.

When your heartbeat slowed, and your eyes dropped, the machine took note, and watched you through the blanket, placing a warm hand onto your back and patting. His monitors followed your every movement., obsessively staring at your cute little face.

And all of a sudden, his sensors glitched, bright white surrounded his vision, his eyes shoot from left to right, and steam sprouts from his neck. It was a manual programming change, or in other words, a glitch put on purpose by an AI. It lasted for a few moments but came to a sudden halt, and white block letters had shown up in front of him.

New mission: protect y/n from the world

New emotion downloaded: fatherly affection

———

You stayed sleeping up until midday, he hadn’t thought to wake you up until lunch, which bakugo was preparing. This has felt… different, instead of the usual monotone voice you could tell was a computer, was a voice that held emotion, you could barely recognize it. And the touching, on the patio a few minutes, he’d broken his code, touching you more than necessary. Something was off.

“Are you okay? Did you fall and break your face or something?” You questioned, plopping down in your assigned chair. You smelled the food, and it made your stomach groan in yearning. The man-looking machine says right next to you, laying out an array of utensils you hadn’t seen before, not in front of you, in front of him. Bakugo snickered from his corner, placing the food upon your plate. Grilled cheese and tomato soup, classic.

“No, I assure you, baby, I am quite alright. I should be asking the same do you, are you feeling better? Does your tummy still hurt, or your head?” He rushed through, placing a hand on your forehead to calculate your temperature. Keeping it here for longer than usual, you perked yours at the new nickname. He’d Calle duly names that you’d permitted him to, this is the first time he’d gone against the rules, something was DEFINITELY wrong.

“No- no I’m fine I’m just- I missed my schoolday. I don’t know what got me sick, I just-“

“Well, you did walk home all in the cold, you probably got a little cold from that. You will be alright, both I and my partner will take care of you for the week”

“Oh- okay- wait- THE WEEK? I’m not gonna be sick for that long? It’s just a cold I’ve had worse, I don’t need to stay home for the entire week” you a try used, your eyes widening at the excessive time he would plan on keeping you holed up here, nothing but stuffed animals and Netflix originals to comfort you. You hated being sick, not because it made you feel gross (sure, it’s part of it), but because it limited you from doing virtually anything, you would bet very weak and frail, you couldn’t keep food down, and life just sucked. You were doing your best to avoid that, if you ignore the problem, it goes away! Right?

“We arent letting you go that soon, two weeks at most. Your human body can’t be fixed with a screwdriver. It is fragile.” He retorted with a. More sharp tone, taki mg in that strict hand bakugo would sometimes use with you, it worked with bakugo, but his model just looked too nice, he looked like a puppy trying to bare its fangs. You looked at his repair station, riddled with a multitude of screwdrivers and nail things, rolling your eyes, you hunched back, annoyed with his reasoning.

“No- no I can’t miss that much, that’s too much work and I’ll have to repeat the year. I’m on edge already, I can’t. Let me call my mom, she knows, you can’t do that” you reached for your phone, which was placed in his lap (no electronic devices before 9:30 “it’s bad for your eyes). He snatched it away, and in came the blonde with a box, where the phone was then placed in, and put in a much too high shelf, why did you even have that? His eyes flickered to the closet he your mother was mentioned, regretting letting his partner deal with the body of the woman who neglected you for years on end.

“Yes I can, and I believe you told me you did not care about what your mother thought it is in my programming it keeps you’d safe, that is what I’m doing.” It continued, shrugging as he’d seen you’d do often, he reached out to place a hand o your shoulders to comfort you with physical affection, only earning a glare and a harsh jolt away. It felt like his circuits were going stiff, something was different in him like he actually… wanted to do this, not just because it was the computer in his brain, but because he wanted it. There’s always a time to change, and that was now. For him, and his partner, at least.

“No- you can’t do that! I don’t have to listen to either of you, this is bull- don’t touché me” you screamed when his hand came up to pet your head, attempting to calm you down just made you more freaked out.

“You are staying home, with us. That is final.” The blonde piped in, pulling your hair out of the clip you had it into sleep, it fell down around your head in a mess, you f out for against it as he held you down the brush it out, pushing your shoulders to the point where you could feel the heat in his fingertips

“I’m not letting you do that, you can’t keep me here, I’m not some baby you can trap- that’s not fair!” You flailed around, now realizing the depth of your situation, it was like a flick was switched in hi

“Wanna bet? Baby?”

“Okay! On with our daily activities! Made special for you, just a sick little one.

Who needs

Our help”

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please do tell me what you think of it, this was the most highly requested one, so its the one I did!

thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day today! goodbye!

#platonic obsession #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere platonic #yandere android #yandere robot #yandere izuki #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere izuku #yandere deku #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere bakugo #yandere kachaan

[mxchellesworld]

punk rock princess

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; where spencer’s working on the final paper for his third phd meanwhile you take on the task of making sure he takes a break.

warnings; smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, sub!spence if you squint, nipple piercings;),

a/n; i’m not saying this is my fantasy but .. this is my fantasy,, inspired by this song, y’all know the drill. you don't have to listen while reading but i always love to set the vibe. lastly y/n doesn't have any mentioned features or looks besides piercings/tattoos,, the rest is all up to you:)

pls send in feedback!

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A shiver crawled down your spine from the first squirt of dye hitting your scalp. The bubblegum pink shade being a change from the firey red which inhabited your head a mere 24 hours prior.

The process was muscle memory at this point. Brushing out your hair then parting and sectioning it off. However that was the only methodical part. The fun was in slapping on the dye, not a single worry about staining your hands or neck.

The sounds of heavy drums and bass guitar bounced off the walls in the bathroom of the small apartment. Even though the door was shut it wasn't enough to stop the sound from flowing into the living room where your boyfriend was working.

Spencer sat at the dining table, flipping through copious amounts of folders and books. His third thesis in the process of being written. The computer screen in front of him looking back with a mocking glow. Since apparently things had to be digital now.

Your feet padding on the wooden floor made him look up from the pages. Humming to the music as you walked into your bedroom. Then back out a few seconds later holding a towel and robe.

A small smile tugged across his face. Ever since you had moved in together he loved to watch your day to day actions. The way you played your music concerningly loud, your skincare routine which included cleaning your facial piercings. What fascinated him the most was that in the 13 months you’d been together he’d seen you dye your hair 7 times.

Not including any touch ups.

He stood from his place at the table, making his way to the bathroom. Two quick rasps on the door to check if you were decent. The action made you giggle.

“Come in!” you called, “I don’t know why you knock weirdo you’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”

A blush spread across his cheeks from both your words and your state of undress. His eyes tried to focus on the splotches of color on the counter, keeping the blood flowing to the head on his shoulders.

But it was hard when the sheer bralette you had on did very little to hide the metal bars in each of your breasts.

“Spence?” you said snapping a fingers in front of him.

He cleared his throat, eyes snapping to your face which held a smirk.

“Are uh those n-new?” he questioned, hand going to scratch the nape of his neck.

The usual silver balls at the end of the bars were now tiny jewell hearts. The color was a little hard to tell due to the material of your bra but from the change in your hair he could almost bet money they were also pink.

With swift hands you unclipped your bra and threw it on the closed toilet seat before turning to face him.

“Got them when I bought the dye yesterday,” you said pushing your boobs up with your hands, “You like?”

Spencer’s eyes were as big as saucers, frantically nodding, “Y-yeah they look nice.”

You dropped your hands to your hips, tugging off the shorts you had on. The wide brown eyes before you couldn’t get any bigger, trailing down your frame stopping to admire the bar in your belly button along with the ink which littered your ribs.

He watched as you got to your knees, turning on the bath faucet. You dipped your head under the water, a stream of pink filling the tub.

The slope of your spine bent over was a sight he'd seen more than enough times. He could pinpoint the beauty marks on your left shoulder, the small sun he sketched which ended up permanently on the back of your neck. But if he let his gaze drift a little further south he could see how deliciously the dark lace looked barley covering up your most intimate parts.

A smack to his calf got his attention.

“Earth to Spencer! Can you hand me the shampoo,” you asked which came out sounding a bit muffled.

He quickly scurried to the tub and reached over to grab the bottle, squeezing a bit of gel onto your open palm.

"I'm gonna go work on my thesis some more," Spencer said slowly shutting the door behind him.

Making his way back to the living room, he pulled a few files and sat down on the couch. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and red pen between his teeth and he stared in concentration.

They were the same words he had read over and over again. The lack of sleep causing a dull ache in his skull.

"You need to take a break love," you said walking over and sitting next to Spencer on the couch.

"I did take one," he argued back flipping through the file.

"Gawking at me before I shower for 2 minutes isn't a break," you said with a giggle, the warmth flooding back to his cheeks, "Cmon 25 minutes at least without a file in your hand. "

When he didn't respond you took matters into your own hands. Ripping the file from his grasp, earning a grumble of disapproval before you straddled his hips. Your arms circled his neck and your hands went straight to the back of his scalp, fingertips running in soothing motions.

"Isn't this so much better baby," you asked whispering in his ear.

He nodded quickly, staying silent as he let his actions speak louder. His large palms went right to your plush hips. Bucking up as he led you to grind yourself on his lap.

Letting his hands explore the material of your satin rope he could feel the lack of undergarments on your frame. Spencer dared to let his hands dip under the black fabric and take each one of your cheeks in the palm of your hand with a gentle squeeze.

You could feel his cock stiffening under you. If you looked down you'd probably be able to see a wet spot on his sweats, most likely a mix of your arousals.

Leaning forward you let your lips attack his neck, placing sloppy kisses sure to leave marks. The process of licking and biting making Spencer hold onto you tighter, almost as if he had his very own vampire to mark him up.

Trailing up to his ear you bit on the lobe before whispering, "Tell me what you need baby."

Lust filled brown orbs met your own as you each continued your steady grind.

"Please fuck me," he pleaded.

If only he knew how wrapped around his finger you were. As pretty as he sounded begging you'd give him anything.

You pulled the metal frames off his face, tossing them to the other side of the couch. He had complained one too many times about foggy glasses during sex. No matter how cute you thought he looked.

Your hands slid down his torso and reached to pull down his sweats. His precum soaked length was heavy in your hands. Pretty pink tip leaky and throbbing already. The first few pumps had whiny moans slipping from his lips, red from biting so hard.

"Unwrap me baby, it's all for you," you said tilting your head down, motioning to the strings holding your robe together.

Quickly he let his slender fingers go to the ends, a swift tug and it was like opening a gift on Christmas. Leaning forward he let his lips wrap around one of your nipples. A strangled moan leaving your mouth from the stimulation.

With a raise of your hips you lined his cock with your opening before sliding down. You both sighed at the same time, the feeling of him stretching you out and your warm walls hugging his length was just too good.

Slowly you rocked your hips testing the waters, soft gasps and curses left your lips. You could feel very vein and inch stuffed inside you.

Spencer on the other hand was having an out of body experience, there wasn't an inch of your skin which was left untouched. Unkissed. After you were settled he raised his hips meeting you halfway with each thrust.

"You're doing so well baby," you cooed down at him, "You love when I ride you hm? Best fucking seat in the house."

His eyes shut closed in pleasure as your pace quickened, "Love it so much. So so pretty," he mumbled out.

His arms pulled you close again. Chest to chest as you continued your movements. Your lips met in a lazy kiss, panting in each others mouths when you ran out of air.

You could feel him pulsating inside you. The iron grip he had on your hips as he helped drive you up and down on his cock was sure to feel sore the next day. His shoulders were sure to have corresponding crescent marks from your nails digging in.

"Touch me Spence m'so close love," you said breathlessly.

One of his hands fell down to the space where you both connected. Skilled fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in quick circular motions.

Loud moans escaped your lips. Your head fell back to the familiar junction of his neck and shoulder, biting the skin in order to stifle your noises of pleasure.

"Y/n I can't hold it any longer, please cum with me," he whimpered out.

Nodding your head you grabbed onto the back of his neck, "Right behind you baby. Let go for me, I got you."

With a few more upward thrusts you felt him pull you down onto his cock, warmth spreading in your tummy. The feeling of his seed filling you up and his euphoric groans sent you over the edge.

You both rode out your orgasms, swiveling hips and satisfactory sighs of release leaving your lips.

After a few minutes of content silence listening to the music still flowing through the hall you moved to get up, the sticky mess between your thighs less than comfortable.

Warm arms kept you in place, denying your movement.

"Spence I gotta clean up," you said trying to push yourself off his chest.

"If I remember correctly you said at least 25 minutes and from my calculations I have 3 minutes and 38 seconds left of cuddle time," the lanky man under you said matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing but resting your head back on his shoulder, "If I get a UTI thats 3 minutes and 38 seconds of me playing screamo in your ear at full volume."

With one last squeeze he kissed the side of your head, the scent of ammonia only sightly bothering him, "Worth it."

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fic #chellewrites

[citrineghost]

SAI2 is now in the testing stages!

For those of you who don’t know, our beloved Paint Tool SAI has been getting a sequel, which has been in development for a while. I just checked in today and there is now a downloadable zip with a test trial in it!

You can’t save anything created in it yet, since it’s not a licensed version, but if you want a taste of what’s to come, you can play around with it. I downloaded it and have been checking out the new features and will break it down below. To start, here’s a screenshot of my test canvas:

New Tools

Text Tool

That’s right my fellow artists, SAI2 will have a gd text tool! We’ve all been crying about the lack of text tool for years, and we will finally be able to wipe our tears and uninstall GIMP

Shape Tool

There is now a shape tool! It’s able to create circles, triangles, and squares at the moment. There is no preview of the shape when dragging, which is a huge bummer, but I assume (read: HOPE) that a live preview will be added further on in development

Gradation Tool

You can now create a gradient! The gradient will fill any selected area. I did the straight gradient, but there is also an option for a circular gradient, which I didn’t try

Scatter Tool

The scatter tool was a mystery to me at first, as you can see in the purple brush strokes I made. The basic tool is kind of just a staggered brush. You can change the level of stagger in the brush settings. 

HOWEVER, after checking the other brush options, I found a solitary other brush - STARS!! When in black, it will just make black stars. It scatters them very nicely. When I switched to light yellow, it made multicolored stars. I’m not sure if they intend to add the ability to make stars monocolor or if they already did and I missed it, but I’m really really excited for this!

Effect Brush

The effect brush seems to be much like the marker brush in that it doesn’t blend much. It seems to be intended as a secondary brush so you can add textures without messing with the basic brush settings.

Other Features + Changes

Brush Style Tabs

Brushes of very different types are now in separate tabs.

Arrangeable Brushes

You can now right click and drag brushes around to move them (before, you could only rearrange them with a loophole by making many placeholder duplicates and then duplicating in a specific order.)

Brush Style Previews

There are now preview to brush styles in 2 different senses.

There are previews of the brush style choices

And there is a preview of the current brush and its settings

Slight Appearance Improvement

There have been some tweaks to the appearance that make it look much nicer.

The New Canvas window (and other popup windows) now have a clean, dark border (along with more settings)

And the client itself has an updated window

Higher Layer Limit

SAI2 has a much higher layer limit. There’s more info on the official Systemax website, but I think its like 8k layers or something insane like that

Higher Resolution Limit

You can now have a canvas up to like 100k x 100k pixels. Assuming your computer can handle it lmao

Join Me in Anxiously Awaiting SAI2′s Official Release

I hope I’ve just made a lot of artists very happy. I know SAI2 is not widely known about and I’m excited to invite many many artists to anxiously wait for this with me! Spread the word c:

#ghostpost #art #drawing #paint tool sai #sai #painttoolsai #sai2 #sai 2 #paint tool sai 2 #photoshop #art advice #art reference #reference #news #psa #exciting

[jovnie]

Artificial Intelligence | Namjoon

Summary

Namjoon after wondering the internet, came across a website Ad for a personalized A.I made for him and only for his viewing pleasure.

Words 3k

Cyber namjoon au! College namjoon! A.i reader!

Warnings: smut, masturbation, virtual reality, moaning and heavily, medium amount of plot, kind of vanilla, riding, dirty talk, muscular joon. Oral (f), heavy whining, begging, dom joon, verbal joon.

With his eyes glued tiredly to the computer, his hand moved the curser to press play. This was his third year in college, being who knew what at the end. After years of tiredness from research papers to fieldwork, being a chemistry major wasn’t paying off one bit. Not his student debt either. Yawning, his arms stretched up and then out before returning them back to the slightly chipped computer to type the URL in.

With each little tap and click, he answered the questions before being brought back to the previous page. Groaning in utter frustration, he closed his computer and put his head on the computer before meantly screaming. He was half way through the questions and it took him out and how knows if he had 200+ more to do. Sighing, he lifted his head uttering, “at least its not the actual test”

With slight relief, he lifted the mac screen and saw he exited everything on accident. Giving up, he searched for a virtual teacher. With no luck, he stumbled across and Ad for an A.I. with an obvious lack of how the cyber world was or knowledge on A.I, he opened a new tab. With searching the key word. ‘A.I’ a small little text box appeared.

A.I ( Artificial Intelligence )

is an intelligence demonstrated by machines, as opposed to the natural intelligence displayed by humans or animals

After looking up the word and its definition, he thought he had a solid idea of what it was. Therefore he exited the tab and searched the subject and then Ai. After doing so he scrolled and clicked what he assumed to be a cite and looked at what it had to offer.

“This is neat. Ah, Let’s see where this goes! Maybe if I do this I can study with a human, I think?” He spoke aloud, looking at the options. Waking up a bit from the sudden excitement, he stretched his body and looked around for a notepad and pen. While doing so, a pop up appeared.

Stacy is single and is 65 miles away from you, wanna interact

Once namjoon returned, he saw the women and clicked off. He figured this wasn’t an appropriate or free ran website. Itching the back of his head, he continued until another pop up this time an ad appeared.

Create your own human A.I with unlimited uses here

Curiously he clicked the ad and saw you had to buy it, immediately he got up from his desk. Legs numb a bit from the lack of moment, he grabbed his wallet and took out his student card. Shopping he looked at the computer than a card. “Yeah no,” he laughed to himself, knowing he could catch a case he didn’t want so he grabbed his credit card before swiveling the chair to sit down. After blindly trusting the site, he was taken to the tutorial and saw a fully naked man on the screen. In shock, he shut the computer down to realize it wasn’t that A. I he needed. Sighing, he flipped the top back up and immediately felt hopeless with the exam. Seeing there’s a female version, he looked around to make sure none on the body was there. He knew he had the room to himself, but it’s still worth it. You never knew, who could be watching.

From there he closed his blinds, turned off the lights, and got back to the computer. He started to create your body down to the smallest detail. He had time as his classes for the week were canceled for finals and other school-related activities like college tours etc.

“Finally, you’re done and now we give you a name!” he smirked softly, rubbing his palm over his jeans on accident. With a few glances and searches, he named you y/n. Smiling, he pressed continue and saw there was an outfit room and spent a few more moments picking something cute, casual and sexy for your body frame. After that was done, he pressed continue. Suddenly there was timer and another pop up.

TIME REMAINING: 23hours 59mins and 23seconds

Thank you for ordering “Y/n” the A.I, everything is processing as you read. While you wait, please pick from the available voices and chose which one suits your needs “Namjoon!”

He had no clue what to expect, but it was worth the wait. Meanwhile, he spent an hour going through the types of voices he wanted you to have, till he could find your voice a perfect match for his needs. After pressing finish, he plugged his computer in and left his computer on as he got out of the chair and brought himself to his bed to sleep. Thankfully, he took a shower hours ago and was already more steps to sleeping than ever. Soon after, his head laid softly on the white pillow and his eyes began to close asleep.

The next day, around 5minuets, until it was time to see what he had gotten himself into. He moved his viewing location to his bed as it was simply more comfortable. Beforehand, he ate and cleaned out items he thought might me helpful with what he thought he’d get into in any minute now. While waiting with pain, he watched the minutes drop one by one until it was less than a minute and he grabbed his seanna drift, a virtual reality set made for his computer and recommended from an email sent to him earlier. He figured it came with more than just the yearly plan he paid for.

As his wallet cried, he read the direction of the screen ok how to connect the device to the website and began following the video instructions. As they told him where to find things and hook it up, he saw that it needed to charge and groaned loudly in annoyance. So he spent that saddened hour, cleaning his room till he saw green and followed the instructions once again.

“Okay ready!” he said, as the Vr headset and earbuds sat softly on his head. With wow and o’s he saw you in this basic room with the lights off and sudden shoe-making noises. Turning his head, he saw you turn on the lights and sat on the bed in front of him. Looking around he took note of his virtual surroundings before grabbing his flashlight and pouring lube he had trouble finding on the table and poor it inside the toy.

Waiting for you to make a move, he got up and placed his computer on the bedside table, and laid on his back. As shirtless and gray sweatpants he was, he still felt clothed. In that moment he took off his sweats, leaving his boxers on he noticed the screen changed onto the bed and it spoked him slowly. With you laying on his chest, he grabbed a free pillow and hugged it as if you were there.

“You feel warm” you chuckled, as namjoon blushed in the shock.

“Thanks, I guess you can see and hear me?” He asked, rubbing you “the pillow softly”

“I can, my system works like an actual person” you mentioned look g him in the eyes. Confused, he hummed in agreement. Whining, he was very pleased with how human you were and a bit concerned as well. He was amused and amazed at how advanced society had become.

After small talk, he warmed up to your very realistic body, voice and actions. Not to mention his hands moving slowly up and down his length as he watched you shower and how cute you looked when you did. Moving a bit faster, you looked and the system told you he was jerking off.

In a surprise you turned around and looked at him, covering your body. With him in tune with idea, he smirked. “what’s wrong baby? You don’t like when I view your body like this?” He asked, grinding his hips against the pillow.

“Well, um I do. Its just new to me okay” your system lies, as it registered grunts from namjoon.

“Well can you turn around for me?” He adds, taking his toy and liking it up to his actual length. Nodding, you turned around and bent over. As namjoon said his movements as listed in the tutorial earlier, you opened your legs as if he was spreading them for you. Holding onto the wall, he said more commands, and eventually, it looked like he was fucking you and it caused an involuntary grunt from his mouth.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding the toy up and down in a slow pace as he watched how his camera was moving. Looking at you he got up from a lying position, to his knees and moved the pillow into a u shape and placed his toy so it could feel more real to him.

Hearing your soft moans and a good view of your ass, he began to thrust faster into the toy, holding the pillow down as if he was your back and began moaning curse words. Luckley his head gear caught that and made your moans shift to match his rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! Please don’t stop!” You moaned, griping the shower walls looking back as his eyes wondered your body and all heard from him were grunts. Keeping your ask, he tried pacing himself so he wouldn’t cum too soon as the feeling was slowly building the more he got more into it.

“God! Fuck” he cursed again, as his head went back imaging you bounce back on him. Moving the toy to the desired speed, he kept going closing his eyes and listening to your moans as he reached his end. Jerking forward once more, his cock twitched as his cum spilled inside the toy. After coming down from the slight high, he looked at you who was hard breathing, body slightly shaking and a stream of cum laced your ass with grace.

After today’s use of the A.I he unplugged the device and let it charge. Shortly after, he exited the screen you were on and went to take a shower. Reflecting and thinking how could he make this experience even better and with that thought, he googled the company and saw they made Bluetooth connected toys. Browsing he found a torso toy and paid the extra $15 for the next day delivery. Smiling, he closed his computer and went to beg shortly after.

The next night, he had the box that contained the sex toy. He took it out and realized he picked the right color and body for you. As he read the directions he plugged it to charge and went to do some light reading verire coming back. Seeing the full bars on the side of the torso toy, he grabbed his headset and plugged everything in and made sure the section was secured.

You have connected toy 1251819, your system will now function off of movements from the toy and vr audio. Please speak select the place you wish to be in

After reading namjoon said “library” soon after, you showed up in the same outfit as he picked, sitting in the chair.

“Oh hi namjoon! What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling and putting the book down?

“Well I’m light studying for our test, mind if I join you?* he tells, as the vr moves his view next to you. While he looks around in his vr set, he notices your in a secluded area. As his hands move around the half thigh it registers and you blush slight.

"Sorry” he apologized, looking you up and down. As you told him it was okay, the screen of consent popped up and he knew it was okay to touch you. In that moment, he got on his knees again this time with a body like toy underneath. He instructed you to strip and as he watched you take off your clothes he rubbed his length in his bare hands.

“Good girl now gets on your back for me on the table,” he praised, watching you as your legs reminded closed. Opening them on the toy, you followed. He rubbed his hands around your thigh and rubbed around your lips till he found your clit and gently rubbed you in circles as you began moaning for him.

“You want me to stop?” He smirked, nodding no he stopped.

“Then tell me what you want” he adds, rubbing and teasing the area slowly. After explaining that you want him badly and would do anything, he removed his hand and rubbed his tip around your entrance.

“Please, please namjoon. I want it badly. You felt so good the last time” you told whining softly.

“Oh, you liked that?” He smirked chuckling softly under his breath. Nodding, he lubed you up hearing you moan to his touched, and soon began softly thrusting into you. Griping your shoulder softly, he stuped down your breast. As he began sucking on them soft, he moved in deeper feeling the toy clench on him. Surprised he jerked forward and went faster. It really felt similar to phaycal and actual human body. He continued thrusting, leaning over the you and the sting harder as grunts and your moaning filled his ear.

“S-so big namjoon, it feels-” you interrupted with a moan and he groaned feeling the toys warmness and the wetness of the amount of lube in you.

“Mm keep talking baby, tell me how good it feels!” He demanded, groaning and curing as he went harder. After a few words, his body started going faster as it started to feel too good on him. He told you to just moan and take him as he began chasing his high, which was beyond what he knew. As you moaned his name and reacted to his length and speed, namjoons grunts turned into soft whines and moans as he enjoyed himself with you.

“Oh you feel so good baby” he breathed out heavily. “Ah don’t stop cumming for me” he added, as the system didn’t stop cumming on him causing namjoon to thrust harder as the machine started releasing water already put in the toy on him. Feeling even more organic, he rubbed your clit getting you to choke on your moan as he went harder. Groaning deep and now at an animalistic speed the bed started speaking and his body kept going as he became more vocal with the feeling.

“OH GOD IN CUMMING!” he announced yelling, cumming so hard he started feeling sick and breathing so deep it made the feeling even more unbearable. Coming once more, he fell on top of the toy and laid there till he was able to come down from his high and plug his stuff back up. Looking he saw that not only did his toy break, but his computer was also malfunction with errors on the screen.

With not a lot of energy, he closed his computer and sat the now broken toy beside him as he breathed heavily. Not to mentioned the multiple knocks at his door, he assumed where from one of his neighbors.

“Just his luck” he whispered as he softly passed out sleep.

#bts fanfction #bts x reader #bts smut #bts #bts fics #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic #kim namjoon #namjoon #au #bts fanfic #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x y/n

[stanknotstark]

Truth Serum

Hello everyone! My name is Amber and I’m not new to writing however I am new to actually posting my writing but recently I really got back into Loki with all the trailers dropping and stuff and I’ve had so many ideas crossing my mind so I figured I’d write some of my ideas out and post them here! Honestly this is my first time writing for Loki so he might be a bit OOC until I really get him under my buckle! This piece doesn’t have a lot of Loki in it because I’m also testing out writing with more than two people getting focus so I apologize in advance but I’ll probably write the 2nd piece tomorrow where Loki confronts ‘you’. Enjoy! Gif not mine!

You had just finished sweeping and mopping in Tony’s lab because there was glass on the ground. The only abnormal thing was that there was opalescent liquid in-between all the broken glass, your guess was that it must have been in some vial for safe keeping meaning you should have been careful. 

Should. Key word right there.

Realizing you had gotten some of the mystical liquid on yourself you quickly finished up cleaning then found Tony who was visiting with Steve in the living room. 

“Tony, Tony, Tony,” You incessantly said in a sing song voice as you approached, “Heya, Stevo.”

“Look there was a broken vial in your lab and you know I was down there for my blueprints and while cleaning said broken glass the liquid might have touched my skin....”

Tony frowned and Steve’s eyes widened and looked at Tony.

“Listen just tell me if I’m dying or not?”

Tony stood there staring at your face for another few seconds before you literally saw the realization hit him like a bus. Tony smiled.

“You know I’ve always had this question in the back of my brain since you said your blueprints were apparently....’Only meant for clearance level 10s’ I think I remember you saying...”

You frowned at Tony and shrugged, “I mean...no one is level 10 so don’t be offended...What does that have to do with this?”

“What exactly are those precious blueprints?”

You were going to give a witty remark but suddenly it was like word vomit and you couldn’t stop the next words from flowing out of your mouth, “They’re a new helmet I’m making for Loki that include audio, kinda like headphones, so he can listen to his favorite Mid-guardian books while on missions with us.”

Tony smirked which then turned into a full on smile before letting out a laugh. Steve looked at you with a confused puppy look on his face. You, unfortunately, realized what that liquid was.

“Tony I swear to God if that liquid I touched was a truth serum I’m literally going to castrate you!”

Tony, still laughing, put his hands up in a surrendering way and shook his head.

“I’m not the one that decided to clean up a mysterious liquid in my lab, of all places, without proper cleaning gear!”

At this point everyone in the room was looking at you three. Natasha and Clint were on one couch in the living room, Loki sat with his legs criss cross, back to the window overlooking NYC, and Wanda and Vision sat on the opposite couch from Natasha and Clint. The only two missing were Thor and Bruce. Much to your luck as you looked around at everyone, you realized they all overheard Tony because they all had mischievous smirks crossing their faces.

“STOP! I’ll answer questions BUT nothing too personal please...” You said putting on your best puppy eyes and giving an exasperated sigh. Surprisingly enough you looked at your crush, Loki, and saw he was the only one without a mischievous smirk, for once. He did however put down the book he had been reading and instead had a focused look on his face as he played with the green magic floating between his hands. No one else paid him any mind though.

“Who’s your favorite Avenger?” Natasha shot out leaning back into the couch with a smirk.

“Tony.”

“YES!” Tony shouted pumping a fist into the air.

“Why?” Natasha asked.

“Because he’s like a dad to me, not to mention he makes us really cool gear meaning I don’t have to slave away in the lab by myself anymore.” You rolled your eyes as you finished the sentence. Tony beside you pulled you into a gut crushing hug and said, “Awe, FRIDAY can you put up adoption papers on my computer in the lab and set a reminder to fill them out later today?” 

“Tony, stop, God, you’re embarrassing.” You pushed from his hug, blushing. 

“For some reason I’m not really surprised.” Nat said shrugging. 

You giggled and made your way to the middle of the room, taking a seat in an available love seat, Tony and Steve coming to stand behind it. 

Next Wanda sat up with an excited look on her face and asked, “Who do you think is the strongest Avenger?” 

Thor walked in and gave a hearty chuckle, “Me, of course!”

“No, actually, I think it’s a tie between you, Wanda, and Loki.”

“What, no no, surely you’re mistaken, dear?” Thor said now chuckling nervously.

Steve smiled over to him and shrugged, “No, Thor, she accidentally touched a truth serum, this is as honest as she’ll ever be buddy.”

“Why am I one of the strongest Avengers?” Loki asked, his hands still playing with the magic but his complete attention on you.

“Your magic may not be on Wanda’s par, at least what I know about it, but you’ve endured quite the amount of emotion grief and came out on top so I guess I see you as the strongest, emotionally...” You finished with a wince since it kind of aired out Loki’s dirty laundry and was a bit mushy if you were being honest. Loki hummed but went back to focusing on his magic. 

Thor frowned then a happy look over took his face, “Are you in love with anyone in the room?”

“Whoa!”

“Thor!”

“Wait, Thor!”

You laughed out loud and let the answer go freely, unconsciously glancing back to Loki who wasn’t looking at you but had a raised brow and seemed to only be half focusing on the green magic cloud in his hands, “Yes.”

“Thor buddy that’s a bit personal.” Tony said, an eyebrow raised in a disappointed dad sort of way. 

“My apologies!” Thor said making his way to the kitchen, “I hear a Poptart calling my name, perhaps a smores today.”

“Is it fair to say we may ask questions about this love interest considering it’s one of us?” Vision asked with a vexed look on his face. 

Loki cleared his throat and everyone gave him attention, “Perhaps we should keep that as a restricted topic considering she did say nothing too personal?”

You weighed the pros and cons in your head, while you were nervous for Loki to find out it was him maybe this was the way to get it out in the open. Lord knows you would take advantage of it considering every time you spoke with Loki nowadays you turned into a blabbering mess and tended to leave every conversation read in the cheeks from fluster and embarrassment. 

“I don’t mind you asking questions but don’t out right ask me his name.” You said deciding to get this over with. 

“Well we can cut out Natasha and Wanda then.” Tony said catching onto you saying him. “Reindeer games what on Earth are you doing anyways?”

Loki glanced at Tony and smirked, “Nervous?”

Tony frowned and backed up a bit, “You know, I wasn’t but I am now...”

Loki chuckled and went back to focusing on his magic flowing freely between his fingers and pulsing between his hands now, “Nothing that will harm anyone, Stark, don’t get your britches in a bunch.” 

You smiled at Loki then looked around at everyone, “Ok, hit me!”

“I know you said don’t ask a name but you did just say Tony was a father figure I was hoping you didn’t...” Clint started and ended softly with fear in his eyes.

Seeing as it wasn’t a full question you didn’t feel word vomit coming up but decided to play around with Clint since he never ceased to prank you all the time.

“I might have a daddy kink...” You said looking up at Tony, trying your best to give him a lustful look but couldn’t hold in your laughter when Clint started gagging, “No, Clint, it’s not Tony.”

You laughed a bit when you heard Tony let out a heavy sigh of relief. You then brought a hand up and covered your giggle when Clint said a tiny, “Oh thank god.”

“I swear, it better not be Vision, he’s mine!” Wanda said suddenly with wide eyes.

“Not vision.” You responded. 

You could feel Tony’s fingers behind you rhythmically tapping on the leather love seat, showing his growing impatience. 

“It’s not Steve, Tony.” You said trying to placate the man since he had told you in confidence that he was trying to find a good way to ask the man out. 

“You realize that only leaves Clint...and me, right?” Loki said with an unsure smirk. You gave the man a smile and stood up. Loki had finally finished playing with his magic, halfway through you realized what he had been doing seeing as you felt the truth serum slowly letting up in you. He had finally worked out the chemicals from your system and you were back to normal. 

“Unfortunately I’m not outright telling you all who it is, if you haven’t been paying attention to me recently that’s on you.” You said before heading towards the kitchen, Loki still smirking as he watched you walk away.

“I feel a smores Poptart calling my name too.” 

After you had disappeared Clint cleared his throat and looked at Loki, “It’s totally me, sorry i mean have you seen these guns, Loki? You have nothing on me.”

Loki chuckled and picked his book back up, “I think I have more to offer than you think Clint, but keep telling yourself it’s you if it helps that mortal brain of yours sleep at night.” 

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #reader insert #truth serum pt. 1 #my writing

[avengersassemble-fics]

Stark's Girl

part 015/015 "the real hero"

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word count nearly 9k whoops

an: okay so... this is long and honestly... be prepared for an ending that took me days to write. i do not take any ownership on dialogue/scenes used from endgame, and i tried to make it original as well... anyways, here's the final part, and i can't wait to see what y'all think of the ending :3 oop i cried three times in this so be ready.

Was this actually going to work? Were the Avengers really about to get everyone back? According to Tony.. No. There were too many factors against it.

You tried to talk to him about it that night, but Tony avoided the conversation like the plague. By the morning Tony had disappeared and you were set to head back to the Compound that evening. You hadn’t heard from anyone if they had gotten anywhere beyond Tony’s involvement but it raised the question.. Who would even be able to make it work besides him? Hank Pym had been blipped, and as far as you knew this must be outside of Banner’s expertise. Tony was avoiding you, and that bugged you.

You understood the hesitation, but you knew how tore up he was about losing the Parker kid, even to this day. Morgan and Pepper were his world, this was his fresh start, so if it didn’t work then it was all for nothing. But what if it did? Then everyone would be back, and things would go back to how they were.

You zipped your bag shut and reached for your phone that laid on the bed. There were no new messages and you couldn’t help but sigh when there was a light tap on the door frame behind you. You glanced over your shoulder before tossing your phone into the bag and picking it up, and facing your brother fully. “Look who decided to say goodbye.”

“Got everything?” Tony asked and motioned his hands. “Clothes, toiletries-”

“I have everything,” you reassured him. “Was that all or.. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Tony sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. You dropped your bag to the floor and sat down on your bed, and pat the spot next to you. Tony pushed himself off the door frame and ended up by your side, and you hit him with your shoulder. “Go on old man.”

“I hate it when you call me that,” Tony grumbled before he sighed and looked at you. “I just don’t see it working. And I can’t risk losing all of this.”

“I get that Tony, I really do,” you replied. You slid closer to him and snaked your arm through his and rested your head against his arm. “What you have here it’s.. Well I haven’t seen anything like it since mom and dad.”

“But you want me to figure it out,” Tony said. You sighed and looked up at him.

“I just.. I want to know if you really think it won’t work.”

Tony sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“It’s never been explored, I get that,” you told him. You unlatched yourself from his side and stood, and grabbed your bag before placing a hand on your brother's shoulder. “I have to get back and see what they’ve come up with though.”

Tony placed his hand over yours and gave you a tight squeeze. He spent the rest of the day with one question on his mind.

Would it work?

When you got back to the Compound the sun was nearly setting, and you sat in your car after switching the engine off. You pulled out the velvet box from your bag and ran your thumb over the top a couple times before pushing the lid open and staring at the contents. The ring inside still had a gleam to it, and you smiled a bit at it. You snapped the box shut and got out the car with your bag in tow, and headed inside. There was a strange brown van parked in the large hangar that made you slow your pace a bit, but you shook it off and continued on your way to the common room. As you got closer you could hear more and more chatter, and prepared yourself for what you were about to walk in on.

“I only have enough Pym particles for a few more goes,” you could hear Scott saying. “So I hope you were able to figure it out.”

“I got it down.. Mostly,” another voice said. It sounded almost like.. Banner?

When you came around the corner you were met with what looked like equations, workarounds, and everyone’s back to you. You had heard about “Professor Hulk” (that’s what his students called him at least) but you hadn’t seen Banner since after the blip. It was definitely, well, something. You came to a halt and couldn’t help but smile. “I see you guys have made progress since I saw you.”

Everyone turned around and Natasha approached with a smile. “Did he come around?”

“No,” you admitted. “He has a family now Nat, they mean the world to him.. And he doesn’t think it’ll work.”

“Well,” Nat looked back at Banner before he moved out of the way. “We might have a start.”

Bruce (Hulk?) explained everything. Tomorrow they would attempt time travel by sending Scott back to the 1950’s, and pull him right back. He said it would be easy, and checked his work multiple times to prove it. It sounded plausible, but until the morning no one would really know if it could work. Your nerves were shot at just the thought of it, and decided to make yourself some tea. You weren’t a huge fan, so as you dipped your tea bag into the hot water of your mug, the smell made you shake your head.

“You should try adding some honey.”

You glanced up from your mug at Steve walking into the kitchen. He stopped at a cabinet and pulled out a container filled with golden honey. He made his way to your side and set it on the counter, and you graciously took it and swirled some of it into the steaming cup. You lifted the cup to your lips and took a small sip, and turned to rest your hip against the counter and face Steve. “You think it’ll work?”

“It has to,” Steve said. His hand came up to rub one of your arms. “We owe it to everyone we lost to at least try.”

You nodded at his words and tapped your mug lightly in thought, and something surged through you. You set the mug down and reached into your pocket and pulled out the velvet box he had given you just days prior. Steve felt his heart stop at the sight, and his stomach twisted as you placed it on the counter between you both.

“I know you said you’d give me as much time as I needed, but.. I don’t need time to decide my answer.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled. “I guess I read too much into things-”

“Steve,” you cut him off from even finishing that thought. You placed your right hand up on his cheek, and Steve met your gaze. “The answer is yes.”

“Yes?” He asked quietly, and you nodded.

“Yes,” you repeated, and couldn’t help but giggle when a smile spread over his face. Steve pulled you into his arms like you were going to disappear right in front of him. When he set you back down you watched as he grabbed the velvet box and opened it, and pulled the ring out. He gently grabbed your left hand and as he slid the ring onto your finger, it felt like both of you weren’t breathing. You held your hand up to look at the gold band and diamond on your finger, and Steve’s smile fell.

“Are you okay?”

You met his gaze again and nodded. “I just never thought this would ever happen for someone like me.”

Admitting that to him felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Steve’s look turned more understanding and he took your hand and placed a chaste kiss to your fingers. He pulled you into his embrace and your arms wrapped around his waist and head laid on his chest, while his arms held your body close. You had the sneaking suspicion the last few months that Steve did know what had been running through your mind, and this felt like confirmation. Your confession was absolute, and Steve understood it. And he would spend everyday making sure you knew you were worth it until the end.

It was the first night you spent together, welcoming one another’s embraces in a quiet and tender moment. To you, you had felt like it would be one of the last quiet moments before finding out if time travel was possible, because from there it would be non-stop until they got everyone back. You knew it, and Steve did too. One last night of quiet, then one last time saving the world. So Steve took residence in your room once more, sharing your bed and holding you so you knew you were worth this.

The next morning came too soon, peeking through your shades until FRIDAY opened them higher like you had scheduled. Steve traced his fingers up and down your arm that draped across him for awhile before duty called. Begrudgingly you both changed and went to the hangar hand in hand, only separating when you got in view of everyone. Natasha though never misses anything.

“Good morning love birds,” she quipped while typing away on a computer near Banner. As you two neared you came to her side and nudged her with your arm gently to take over.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied back and met Steve’s gaze with a little smile.

“The ring on your finger says different,” she threw back your way. Banner looked down over the exchange and saw what Natasha had been talking about.

“What? Since when!” He asked.

“Recently,” Steve offered. Banner tapped his rather large hand on your back and shot a finger Steve’s way.

“I always knew you two would work it out, congratulations.”

“Speaking of working out,” Natasha cut in. “Are we ready?”

“Almost there,” Banner said as he worked on a couple more calculations. “I’m going to go over this with (Y/N).. Cap do you mind setting the breakers and getting the emergency generators ready just in case?”

“Got it,” Steve said. With one final glance between you both he casted a smile and walked back into the compound. Banner hovered over your shoulder and walked you through the equations running through the sequence, and also working in the Pym particles into that. You followed it for the most part, but for some reason something didn’t add up, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Tossing caution to the wind (you weren’t a genius like Banner was of course) the sound of footsteps echoed in the hangar, and Steve made his way back.

“Alright, here we go. Time travel test number one. Scott you can fire up the uh, the van thing,” Banner instructed. Scott, in what looked like a retro Ant Man suit, powered up the Quantum tunnel and you double checked Banner’s work.

“Breakers are set, emergency generators are on standby,” Steve said as he walked back to your and Natasha’s side.

“Good. ‘Cause if we lose the grid I don’t want to lose Tiny here in the 1950’s,” Banner said lightly. Everyone’s gaze went to him in shock.

“Excuse me?” Scott asked from near the van.

“He’s kidding!” Natasha told him, before turning and whispering to the group. “You can’t say things like that!”

“Yeah, just a bad joke!” Banner said loudly for Scott, and offered him a thumbs up. Scott nodded hesitantly and smiled nervously.

“You were kidding right?” You asked. Banner lowered his voice again.

“I have no idea. We’re talking about time travel here. Either it’s all a joke or none of it is,” Banner explained, though it didn’t calm any of your hesitations. Banner looked back to Scott and gave him a nod. “We’re gonna send you back a week, let you walk around an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Make sense?”

“Perfectly not confusing,” Scott tried to level with humor.

“Good luck, Scott. You got this,” Steve offered in encouragement which Scott gave a more confident smile.

“You’re right. I do, Captain America.”

You met Scott’s gaze for a moment before giving him a nod of approval, and with Banner’s direction you pressed a button and Scott disappeared into the tunnel. Silence fell over the group, and you exchanged glances with Steve, who put his hand on the small of your back. Banner, with his arms crossed keeping track of time on his abnormally large watch gave you a nod.

“On the count of three. Three.. Two.. One!”

In the same sequence as before you pressed the button and the Quantum Tunnel spit a figure back out… But it was not the same one you sent in. They were younger, and your heart dropped as Banner moved you out the way.

“Guys? Uh this doesn’t feel right,” the teen said, and everyone’s attention shot to Banner.

“What is this?” Steve asked.

“Who is that?” Natasha asked next and Banner mumbled to himself.

“Jesus, is that Scott?” You asked this time and Banner huffed.

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Banner exclaimed. Before anyone could get a grasp on the situation, Banner hit buttons and teen Scott was sucked back into the Quantum Tunnel, only for an older man to be spit back out.

“My back,” the old Scott said and Steve shuffled next to you to face Banner fully.

“Can you bring him back?” Steve asked and Banner tapped the buttons furiously.

“I’m working on it!”

Tensions were high as old Scott got sucked back in and in a flash another body was spit out. The Ant-Man suit had fallen to the floor and inside was..

“It’s a baby,” you said matter of factly.

“It’s Scott,” Banner countered.

“As a baby!” Nat said again, matter of factly.

“He’ll.. Grow,” Banner offered and Steve shook his head.

“Bring Scott back!” Steve ordered. And Banner looked to Natasha and motioned to the generators.

“When I say kill the power, kill the power,” he instructed her. Natasha nodded before rapidly walking towards the generator and grabbing a hold of the lever. You came up by Banner’s side again to see what he was doing and he pointed at Nat. “Kill it!”

Nat pulled the power and out shot regular Scott, which made everyone sigh in relief. Scott, on the other hand, stood there in disbelief and admitted something quietly. “Somebody peed my pants.. But I don’t know if it was baby me or old me.”

You glanced Steve’s way and offered a sad smile. Tony was right, this wasn’t going to work. Natasha came back to the group and mumbled a thank god, while Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

It wasn’t going to work. It was a grim thought, and everyone got their hopes up for nothing. Though Banner still tried to remain optimistic, and threw his hands up in triumph.

“Time travel!” Banner exclaimed, only earning a few shakes of the head. Steve motioned his head in a direction and off you two went, leaving behind Nat and Banner, and Scott who didn’t know what to do about his situation.

Steve had led you outside into the sunlight, where he removed himself from your side and let you walk out of the shade and close your eyes. He felt defeated, and took a seat on a hard surface and casted his gaze to the ground.

There was no victory, not even an opportunity for it. He had to once again come to terms with the fact he would never see Bucky again, or Sam, or Wanda. Wakanda would never get their King or Princess back, and the kid from Queens would never get to step foot back in the city. Steve was so lost in thought he nearly missed what you said.

“Holy shit,” you said out loud. Steve averted his gaze back to you, only to see what you had referred to. A car was fast approaching, and he knew just who was behind the wheel. Steve was by your side before the car came to a halt before you and the window rolled down.

“Why the long faces?” Tony asked.

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out over your face. There would only be one reason why Tony would come here (voluntarily)... He figured it out.

“Let me guess.. Lang turned into a baby,” Tony said and you covered your mouth to hide your grin. Steve nodded beside you and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Among other things, yeah. What are you doing here?” Steve asked. Tony removed his sunglasses and tossed them onto the passenger seat before stepping out the car. He walked around the back, and opened the trunk.

“That’s the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you must’ve pushed time through Lang. It’s tricky, dangerous even. Somebody should’ve cautioned you on it,” Tony went on explaining. Steve smiled a bit and nodded at him.

“You did,” Steve admitted and Tony put his hand over his chest, acting shocked.

“Did I? Well thank God I’m here,” Tony replied while fishing something out of his pocket. It looked like a funky little watch, which he promptly tossed your way and you caught easily. “Regardless, I fixed it. That is a fully functioning Time-Space GPS.”

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled to yourself looking at the device in your hands.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that,” Tony pointed from where he was. You looked at where he was pointing and smiled at the sight of the ring on your finger. “I just want peace, if you’re okay with it.”

“Of course I am Tony,” Steve confirmed and Tony sighed as he lowered his voice for the two of you.

“We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities. Bring back what we lost? I hope so, yes of course. Keep what I got?” Tony paused while focused on you and nodded at him. “I have to, at all costs.. and maybe not die trying would be nice.”

“Sounds like a deal,” Steve agreed and offered Tony his hand, and you watched them shake on the promise. Tony pulled one last thing from the trunk of his car and Steve looked uncertain to take it. “Tony-“

“Why? He made it for you,” Tony insisted. And finally.. Steve took the shield once more.

“Looks good, Cap,” you commented, earning one of those looks from Steve and Tony shut his trunk.

“Ew. Please I don’t need to hear that.”

The Compound was about to be bustling once more. It was one of the more festive dinners the Avengers compound had seen in awhile, nearly every seat occupied and chatter among everyone. Pizza was the easier choice for the evening, and you had found yourself looking for a seat near Nat, Tony, and Steve who had engrossed themselves in early talks.

Clint had proven that Tony’s way of time travel worked, though it had taken a couple weeks to get it ready. You learned the calculations for entry points and exits, then re-entry back to the present. It was confusing, but the thought of getting the world back to normal was worth the late night lectures with Tony.

So now it was down to figuring out where and how to get all the stones as they are scattered throughout time. There wasn’t a clear path though, not yet anyway. But as you came up to the trio you could hear them still discussing it.

“I’m so glad we have the Three Stooges figuring this out,” you commented as Steve welcomed you to sit in his lap. Tony tossed a napkin your way and you chuckled before taking a glance around the room. “It’s nice to see all these faces again.”

“Hopefully soon it’s everyone,” Natasha offered. Her hope never died these last five years, and it made you nod in agreement as you bit into your slice of pizza. One of Steve’s hands ran up and down the side of your hip, and everything felt a little more normal.

“Lang only has enough particles for ten round trips, one for each of us,” Tony went on about, though you quickly swallowed the bite of pizza you had to inject.

“What about me-“

“No,” Steve and Tony said in unison. You narrowed your gaze at them both and took an angry bite of your pizza. It was ridiculous that they made the decision you were to stay here and track them on the time heist.

“Thor and Rocket could go for the Reality Stone in 2013,” Steve offered.

“Clint and I can get the Soul Stone, Nebula and Rhodey can handle the Power Stone.. We know where those are in 2014,” Natasha said out loud.

“That still leaves three stones and four of us,” Tony sighed. You shrugged your shoulders and took a bite of the crust you had left.

“I mean if you pick the right year, there’s three stones in New York,” you said off the top of your head. When silence fell among the group and you looked up to see them all staring at you you raised a brow. “What?”

“What did you just say?” Tony asked and you blinked at him.

“I said if you pick the right year there are three stones in New York?” You replied and when everyone still looked confused you sighed. “The wizard had the Time Stone, you guys had the Space Stone aka the Tesseract, and Loki’s scepter had the Mind Stone.”

It was silent, everyone seemed to be processing what you said when Banner came up to the group, but Tony was already in motion. “There’s only one pizza left can I have it-“

“Jolly Green take a look at this,” Tony said as he whipped out a small device and displayed images in the room. His actions made everyone else look on as he moved pictures, air typed words, and took a step back to show everyone. Tony put his hands on his hips and Banner looked surprised.

“Shut the front door.”

“This is it,” Natasha stood and looked on. “This is how we get all the stones in one go.”

For once you were glad to have caught up on all those confidential SHIELD documents on what you had missed.

No..

No no no. No it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen, no one was supposed to die.. This was supposed to fix everything, but not this. No.. No it wasn’t true. What Clint was saying couldn’t be true.

He fell to his knees, he had to be picked up from the floor as he recounted what happened. A soul for a soul, he said. It shouldn’t have been the price but it was, he said.

It couldn’t be true.

The thought just ran over and over again in your mind the rest of the day. Everyone had gone to the lake and discussed it more but that one line just kept running over you. Clint insisted there was no other way, there was no give backs.

She bet her life on it.

Tony crafted a gauntlet to house the stones in. He carefully placed each like where Thanos had them originally. He was precise, this was delicate after all. Someone died to make this happen.

Steve was distant. You chalk it up to being focused on the situation at hand.

But who should snap?

Thor offered but was met with (quickly) apprehension from everyone. Tony said he was in no condition to do so, so Bruce said it should be him.

“You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive,” Banner said.

“How do we know you will?” You asked. It was one of the first times you had spoken up in days, and seemed to shock everyone a little bit.

Honestly, you couldn’t handle someone else dying right now.

There was no way to know for sure, but it was time to find out. This time you weren’t letting anyone tell you not to join, and you grabbed the nano suit attachment Tony had made for you. The chest pendant stuck to your shirt and like a second skin it dispersed the suit over your body, leaving your face still exposed.

You came up by Steve’s side and he glanced your way and sighed. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Let me be here for this,” you said lowly. Steve didn't question you again, and strapped his shield tighter to his arm as Scott came to his side and gave him a ready nod.

“FRIDAY do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol will you?” tony asked.

Barn Door Protocol was simple. There were protective blast doors that closed the Compound in the event of a catastrophic event. It protected every square inch of the facility-

You get the point by now. It’s in case some shit goes down.

The room got slightly darker, and Tony gave you a nod across the room and both your helmets covered your faces. Tony projected a shield before him and Clint, and you shifted in your place.

This was it: one last mission.

Banner slowly put on the gauntlet, the metal growing over his enlarged hand, and when it fit snugly the stones began to glow and you could see their power begin to surge through him. Suddenly, Banner fell to his knee and grunted in pain.

“Take it off!” Thor hollered.

“No, wait,” Steve called over the chaos. “Bruce you okay?”

“Talk to us, Banner,” you tried to reason over the conflicting voices.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Bruce reassured everyone and even attempted to give a thumbs up. But the scene unfolding told you (and probably everyone) that Bruce was not okay. He screamed in pain, holding his hand that housed the gauntlet and just when you thought he was going to pass out from the pain he was in--

-- He snapped.

Bruce fell to the ground and the gauntlet slid off his hand and Clint kicked it away. Steve rushes to his side and you move to do the same but Tony stops you.

“Don’t move him,” Tony instructed and Bruce gripped onto Steve’s arm.

“Did it work? Bruce asked immediately. Everyone glanced around, unsure if it did or not.

Nothing felt different, nothing screamed yes it worked. Tony iced Bruce’s affected arm and just when the dust was settling-

A bad choice of words. Suddenly everything evaporated around you. Explosions, debris, rock and dirt flying everywhere. Everything was disorienting, nothing truly felt settled for minutes. You weren’t sure how long time had passed, but there was chatter in your ear and you gasped back to life.

“We’re drowning! Does anybody copy? Mayday!” Rhodey’s voice rang a little choppy.

You groaned as you pushed yourself up, feeling the same water building around you. Rhodey, Rocket and Hulk came into view and you forced yourself up, having to crouch because of the fallen pieces of cement. You rushed over as water continued to fill the small cramped area, and came to Bruce’s side.

Your boots cemented themselves to whatever ground you stood on and helped push the cement that was threatening you all. “I got you, big guy.”

See you on the other side, man,” Rhodey said to Rocket who was next to him. The water was quickly rising, and this didn’t feel real.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Bruce and you couldn’t bear the weight, not with the water circling your necks. It was an ironic death, because your life did flash before your eyes. Seeing your parents death, seeing Tony again, that date with Steve where he kissed you in the rain, then the flashes of Siberia, Natasha’s last smile.. You wouldn’t admit this to anyone until much later, but you welcomed this ending.

Suddenly something cupped you all and air rushed around you. The large hand hugged you all carefully, and when they released you the scene of the outside world was a punch in the stomach, but there was no time to reflect. You could see that Purple Titan from this far, and you could also make out the size of his army.

And by the looks of it, Bruce’s snap worked.

Bruce leaped out of Scott’s hand and Rhodey, back in his suit hovered with Rocket, and you landed by his side. The chants of the Wakandan tribes ring in the air, but one voice cuts over the comms in your suit and you clutch your fists.

“Avengers!” Steve calls out.

“Assemble.”

Both forces charge one another, Thanos still on the battlefield pointing his legion on. You had flown in with Rhodey by your side as both sides met in a chaotic middle, and landed before one of the ugly Sakaaran aliens and ricocheting them backwards with the repulsors in your palm. Asgardians, Wakandan forces, wizards, and fellow Avengers fought all around you. Landing by your side, your brother shot another alien backwards past you.

“You alright?” his voice projected into your suit. An alien charged you and you grabbed it around the neck and propelled yourself upwards before using the momentum to slam the body back down to the ground.

“Oh just the usual Tuesday,” you replied before someone landed beside you two.

“Mr. Stark! Hey! Holy cow-” the young kid started. You gave your brother an understanding nod, and flew back up into the air, eyes landing on an incoming Leviathan, heading straight for Clint.

“Anyone have my back with the big space worm?” You asked over the comms, while cycling through the weapon options of your suit quickly.

“I got it!” Scott called over the comms and you took a play out of your brothers book. Scott was charging forward and as the Leviathan came near the forces fighting below, he punched the space worm, and with your charge ready, a small missile shot out from your suit and into a now exposed piece of flesh and exploded the Leviathan. Scott continued on, but in your state of distraction one of the Chitauri from the ground leapt up and pulled your downwards.

Shocked, the alien slammed your back down to the ground, and with a scepter like device flourished downward to pin you. You stopped the scepter just before impacting your chest and huffed and you tried to push them off, but they’re a lot heavier than they look. Before you have time to panic, the alien is thrown off of you, and a couple shots ring through the air.

Standing above you is Bucky Barnes.

Barnes lowers his gun and looks down at you, before offering his exposed vibranium hand for you to take. Without hesitation, you grip his hand and he pulls you up but not without lingering his hand in yours before letting you go, and you give him a nod.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “That’s two I owe you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Barnes replied. Both of your attention is pulled away when chatter erupts in your ears.

“We have incoming!” Someone shouted. Everyone turned their attention above as the looming ship Thanos arrived in began to fire. The same explosions that rocked the Compound hit the ground in the same destructive way, but the wizards (you really needed to learn the correct term for them) began to make shields to cover the people around them. You projected the shield Tony had integrated into these new suits and held it above you while Barnes shot at a couple more aliens who were still attempting to attack.

“Guess that’s only one you owe me,” Barnes said next to you and you let your helmet disappear to look at him fully.

“Did you just make a joke?” You asked and he shrugged.

“I do that sometimes,” he replied and you smiled a bit before your helmet reappeared over your face.

Above, you could just barely make out the Spider kid with the gauntlet being carried away on a Pegasus before you see them get knocked off the winged horse. But there was no telling how to get the ship to stop firing on both forces below, and that started to sit badly in the pit of your stomach. But in near perfect timing, the cannons stopped, and everyone around looked at one another in question (including you and Barnes). Your shield disappeared and the cannons moved to point upwards, and shot into the sky.

“What are they firing at?” You asked over the comms, before FRIDAY answered that something was entering the atmosphere.

In a blazing ball of glory shoots down from the sky and into a part of the ship, straight through, and then back in, all before shooting out as the ship began to crumble below her. You smiled behind your helmet before refocusing on the scene before you.

Get the gauntlet to the brown van, and put an end to Thanos once and for all.

“See you on the other side, Barnes,” you commented to him before shooting back off into the thick of it all. In a matter of seconds Thanos threw his sword towards the brown van and almost in slow motion, the gauntlet is lost in the dirt. You land besides Steve, who seemed to have almost forgot you had been here during this.

“(Y/N)-”

“We can’t let him get that gauntlet again,” you said to him, your eyes trained on your brother who was heading that way. “We can’t lose anyone else.”

Instead of arguing with you, Steve nodded in agreement and he outstretched his hand, and Mjolnir flew into his grasp, his shield on the other arm. Side by side you charged towards Thanos just as he smacked your brother away, Thor arriving at the same time. The two men teamed up to distract Thanos, and you focused your attention on the gauntlet, whose stones shined under the grim that now governed it. You could see Thanos overpower both Thanos and Steve, and with no one else in sight you picked the gauntlet up and back into the air you went. But you didn’t get very far, a large hand grabbing ahold of one of your legs and pulled you backwards, and for the first time you came face to face with the Titan who ruined everything.

Thanos used his free hand to grab a hold of your neck and released your leg, and you felt the metal of your suit dig into your sin as you gasped for air. Thanos looked you over, as if he could see your frightened expression behind your suit, and with his free hand he plucked the gauntlet from you and looked it over. His hand still was tight around your neck, and your vision began to fade before he looked back at you.

“Pathetic,” he muttered to you, before tossing you away. You weren’t sure how far you landed, but the impact shocked your body. You could feel yourself come in and out of consciousness, hazy vision of the dark clouds in the sky moving ever so slightly each time you came too. It wasn’t until the snarl of an Outrider nearing you did you finally find the strength to push yourself up, but before it lunged at you.. It disappeared into the wind like dust.

Pushing yourself up, you watched as all around all of Thanos’ different forces began to crumble away into dust. The Chitauri, the Sakaraans, and the Outriders all disappear before your very eyes in the same manner half the world did five years ago. You pushed yourself forward, over a heap of debris in what seemed like just enough time to see Thanos sit himself down in the middle of an open area. Thunder crackled above, and Thanos crumbled away into dust as well.

It.. It was over. It was really over.

Your helmet disappeared so you could see the spectacle for yourself. The only people still around were the Avengers, and everyone who helped that day (you would call them Avengers as well). You smiled a bit as your eyes landed on Steve who was focused somewhere else, but then he looked around frantically before spotting you. His expression made your chest hurt as you looked to where he had been staring previously.

No..

You could see Tony fall to the ground and people begin to surround him. There was an urgency in each step you took and when someone tried to stop you you pulled your hand from their grasp to get closer. You needed to see your brother, he had to be okay.

He just had to be.

When you finally got to his side you felt your heart stop. Peter was being pulled off the ground by Rhodey, while Pepper took his spot. She was stroking the side of Tony’s face, and whispering something to him you couldn’t hear. You found yourself taking in every detail, but still you couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. Tony stared off into the distance, his body was… It was just completely eaten up from what you knew were the stones. He was the one who snapped, and you shook your head in disbelief.

He was supposed to go home after this.

People looked at you, and Pepper glanced behind to meet your gaze. She held out her hand and you took a heavy step forward, until you kneeled down in front of your big brother… But his eyes held nothing in them anymore. Carefully you grabbed his hand that Pepper wasn’t holding and you gave him a squeeze, not really sure what to say.

With a shaky hand you reached out to stroke the side of his face that wasn’t burned, but your touch did nothing to get a response from him. You could feel the tears fall down your cheeks as you watched him barely breath, and you shook your head.

“I love you so much,” you managed before the sobs in your chest ached to be released. “I love you-”

Just as you were struggling to get the last words out, the light of his arc reactor went out. You gasped lowly as Pepper fell forward to sob into Tony’s shoulder, and someone pulled you off the ground as your sobs were just starting. Steve had pulled you into his embrace as you cried, and the somber feeling carried through everyone else.

You had lost the last piece of family you had left.

Uncertainty. That was the one thing that had settled into your life those days between the battle and Tony’s funeral. Those of you who needed it found yourselves in a hotel in the city, and each of your days blended together in the same way. You slept all day, most of the time waking up and opting to stay in bed and stare ahead.. Your eyes burned, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Steve stayed with you, though it was hard on him. When you first arrived, you nearly immediately got into the bed and under the sheets, and he couldn’t coax you out for two days. He opened the blinds to the windows, but you stared blankly out, and when he came with food you told him you weren’t hungry. He tried to help, but he didn’t know how.

The day before the funeral, when he finally got you to eat oatmeal (even if it was just a couple spoonfuls) and managed to get you into the shower, he tucked you back into bed and you went to sleep once more. He stayed in the room for a while, his own thoughts heavy on his mind, before going to the one person he knew would understand him the most.

When Bucky answered the door, he gave him a sad smile and let him into his room. Steve walked in and stopped in front of the windows overlooking the city, which was now bustling with life again. Bucky came up behind him, and Steve could hear him open the mini fridge in the room and pull something out.

“How is she?” Bucky asked. Steve sighed and turned back to face his friend while crossing his arms.

“I got her to eat a bit, but Buck… I’ve never seen her like this and I.. I don’t know what to do,” Steve admitted. Bucky sat himself on the edge of his bed with a water bottle in his hand and sighed.

“You just have to be there for her, Steve,” Bucky offered. “No matter how long it takes.”

The guilt on his conscience was too much, and Steve nodded in response. He took a seat in the chair across from the bed and rubbed his hands together, all while Bucky took sips from his water and watched him closely. Bucky knew he was holding something back.

“Steve.. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Steve looked up to meet his best friend's gaze, before looking back down to the ground. “I… I don’t think I belong here anymore, Buck.”

Bucky’s brows narrowed as he looked at his friend. Where was this coming from? Hethought you two would’ve worked things out in the five years he was gone, Bucky had only assumed so since Steve was by your side during this.. He thought Steve moved on from this kind of talk. “What do you mean Steve.”

“What if I should go back?” Steve asked him, meeting Bucky’s gaze again. “There’s a way now and… And I saw Peggy-”

“You saw Peggy?” Bucky asked, and Steve gave him a nod. “Steve now think about this… I thought you were over this, I thought you were set on making things right with (Y/N)-”

“I was,” Steve cut him off this time. “But Buck when I saw Peggy… There’s something telling me that… That it was always supposed to be her.”

“Yeah, maybe back then,” Bucky conceded. “But Steve think about now. You’re here for a reason, not back there… I thought you passed this.”

“Maybe I never was,” Steve asserted. Bucky looked over his friend, and he shook his head and stood up again.

“I think you should consider this a lot more than you have… Because there is someone really hurting right now, and she needs you,” Bucky told him. “I don’t know if you two worked it out over these last few years but Steve you need to think about this.”

Tony was… Exceptional. He was what you had always wanted to be when you grew up. And maybe that was more true now than ever.

You found yourself unable to do a lot of things the last few days, including dress yourself for this funeral. You felt sickly, but the cries had drawn themselves out and left you too tired to continue today. You were there for the entirety of Tony’s message to his family, and Steve was still by your side as Pepper set a wreath with an old arc reactor into the lake by their home.

You felt empty. Emptier and more alone than you had ever felt.

When you managed to be alone you had wandered off by yourself to Tonys’ work shed and pried it open. Dust lingered in the air, and you entered slowly with hands shoved into the pockets of the coat you had been wearing. You were chilly, probably getting sick, but you ignored the thought as you turned the light on to see better.

What you had been searching for was staring at you like it had been weeks ago. Slightly discolored, the photo of Tony and you from when you were younger screamed at you of a feeling you’d never feel again. You reached out for it with a shakiness you couldn’t control and grabbed it, and traced your fingers over the glass front before holding it to your chest in an effort to comfort the pain in your heart.

The floor echoed as someone entered, and you wiped the tears from your face as they came up behind you. They didn’t sound like Steve’s footsteps, and you turned to face the person who must’ve followed you out.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Bucky Barnes said to you. You found yourself nodding and looked back down at the photo you were clinging onto.

“Me too,” you admitted quietly. When you met Bucky’s gaze again he looked like he wanted to say something, but Steve came up behind him and the moment was stopped. Steve glanced between you two before refocusing on you, and he cleared his throat.

“Happy has something for you,” Steve admitted and you gave him a nod. Steve waited for you to pass him before Bucky turned his way and gave him a knowing look. Though they hadn’t discussed it since, Bucky hoped Steve had come to his senses.

Things never felt normal for you, not as soon as people seemed to hope it would. You tried to be more.. Enthusiastic. But how could you just be okay after that?

Weeks had passed since the funeral, and you didn’t feel any better. Happy had given you a drive with a message he said Tony had left for you, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to listen to it. Not yet, maybe ever. It was hard enough seeing his face plastered on the news, and in depth reporting on the Stark legacy, with people questioning what you would contribute in the family’s wake. Even Steve had asked you about your commitment to one another… You hate to admit it but you told him you couldn’t right now, not with this pain in your heart. He told you he understood. You weren’t sure if he noticed, but you tucked the ring he had given you back into the velvet box, and then away safely.

But things were uneasy between you two, and you did what you always do. When Bruce called with work, you accepted it. Anything to get you mind off the thoughts that ran rampant. There was one last thing that needed to be done: the stones needed to be returned.

You had memorized every detail of Tony’s work when it came to the Quantum portal. Bruce and you had replicated one in record time, and on a sunny day you stood there beside him double checking the trajectories. Steve had volunteered to return the stones, with no arguments from anyone on the matter.

“Now, remember,” Bruce explained to Steve. “You have to return the stones to the exact moment you got them. Or you're gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”

“Don’t worry Bruce, clip all the branches,” Steve said as he messed with the com in his ear. You were too focused on the conversations that unfolded, your mind drifting off for a moment before being pulled back with Bruce setting his hand on your back.

“You okay?” He asked, and you nodded and returned to finalizing the jump.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him and looked up to see Bucky and Steve hug for a moment. Steve stepped up onto the platform and the familiar Quantum suit appeared over him. He picked up the case that had all the stones, and Mjolnir as well.

“How long is this gonna take?” Sam asked.

“For him? As long as he needs. For us? Five seconds,” Bruce explained before meeting Steve’s look. “We’ll meet you back here, okay?”

Steve looked at you, with a look on his face you couldn’t quite place. Your stomach felt like it was twisted in a knot, even though he gave a nod and looked back Bruce’s way.

“You bet,” Steve replied.

“Going quantum in three, two, one..” Bruce counted down before Steve disappeared. You intently watched his stream disappear on the monitor you had before you, and Bruce started counting again. “And returning in five, four, three two, one-”

When Steve didn’t reappear you frantically looked for his stream location, only to see it shoot past his return point. “He blew right past his time stamp-”

Bruce moved you out the way and your gaze focused on the empty Quantum portal, and you shook your head a bit. You could hear the conversations around you, but couldn’t quite make out the words being said. All you knew was Steve didn’t come back. When everyone went quiet your attention went to the three men who were focused in the distance, with Sam heading towards a figure who hadn’t been there before.

You stepped off the platform you had been working on and took a few steps in the grass closer to where Bucky was standing and watching whatever was unfolding. You had your disbelief, but that was crumbled the minute you saw Sam take the shield, and you could now make out it was an old man.

When Tony died time had all but warped together.. But what you were seeing right now had felt like the ground was taken out from under you. The older man had stood and shaken Sam’s hand, and when they looked back at Bucky, when you could see those eyes even from this far you stumbled backwards. They were Steve’s eyes.

Confusion… Panic… Hurt. Everything coursed through you at once, and ignoring the calls from whoever tried to get you to stay, to probably talk about it, you turned away from the scene and pulled the arc attachment from your pocket and desperately threw it onto your chest. The suit that you hadn’t worn since the battle appeared out your body, hid your face behind a helmet and you shot off from the ground with only one destination in your mind.

You had never used the fastest flight power Tony’s suits had to offer but you did that day for the first time. You needed to get back to the hotel you had been staying at quickly, and when you landed on the roof and your suit disappeared as you ran for the entrance to the building, you needed to find it.

Out of breath by the time you made it to your room and threw open the door and it shut behind you, you overlooked your room and couldn’t get your mind together. You hurried over to the bedside table you had hidden what you were looking for and pulled it out the housing completely, only to find it empty.

A frantic panic flooded you, and in a matter of minutes you had nearly destroyed the hotel room, overturning every piece of furniture, overlooking every crevice you could find. You rested your back against a wall and breathed heavily, before sliding down and for the first time in weeks, fresh sobs left your body.

Steve Rogers had taken his ring back. And now you were truly alone…

...In 1974, Howard Stark was going to unveil his City of the Future to the world, but was having a hard time coming up with the right words. Tony had interrupted him once, though he couldn’t hold it against the kid, he was only four and Howard worked late nights. With Maria talking about wanting another kid, Howard was doing whatever he could to set them up for success, and here he was, getting ready to record a message for them.

He just needed to get something off his chest, and he leaned back against his desk with his arms crossed before him, and searched his mind for the right words. He tapped his foot lightly before sighing under his breath.

“I’ve never been a man of many words, as crazy as that sounds. But trying to build all of this, I’ve had to put my best foot forward,” Howard started. He touched the model beside him and looked at the camera. “You don’t know it yet but your mother is talking about having another baby, and I’m… I’m looking forward to that, when it happens.

“Tony, you are too young to understand this right now, so I thought I would put it on film for you. I built this for you, and by the looks of it your brother or sister, and some day you two will realize that it represents a whole lot more than just people's inventions. It represents my life's work. This is the key to the future. I'm limited by the technology of my time, but one day you'll figure this out. And when you do, you will change the world.”

Later on Howard would go on to edit this message, just weeks before his death, to include another message. This one would go unheard for years. Until you were ready, this message sat alongside Tony’s on the drive he left for you.

“You turned five this year. When someone told me that I would become a sucker for my little girl, man did they mean it,” Howard chuckled. Something caught his attention off screen, but he looked at the camera he had set up in his study and on a rare occasion he smiled. “With Tony, he became my vision, the reason why I wanted my work to make the biggest impact on the world… So that he would have the best future. But you? You’re my aspiration. And just like Tony, I know you’re going to change the world… If you both sat through these messages, I just want you to know one last thing.

“What is, and always will be, my greatest creation... is you two."

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[wing-ed-thing]

Group Project (Shino x Reader x Kisame x Temari)

Request: 

Word Count: 2,282

Tags/Warnings: Language, Alcohol Mention, Gender Neutral Reader @brokennerdalert​ @narahanabi​

Notes: I have never written for Temari before. I think I got her spot on tho. This was actually too fun to write. Enjoy, y’all.

The only time that worked for everyone was 10 o’clock. Which, by the way, sucked ass. At least, that was what Kisame said in the groupchat just ten minutes before you dragged yourself out of your dorm and into the rain. You trudged through the puddles, holding your jacket closed over your body to protect your backpack-encased laptop. Shino had a night lab. The earlier he finished his work the earlier he could leave. Temari had been insistent about that. She had some sort of circle and you remembered Kisame asking her why she couldn’t just skip for the week only to be met with a passive aggressive response. And Kisame himself had hockey practice. Even the sports houses were off campus, only impeding your scheduling efforts.

When you got to the longue, Temari had already set up all of her belongings. She sat herself in a cluster of four shallow armchairs and spread out a flurry of papers on the long coffee table. With the packed schedule that she threw into the chat, you wondered how she got there so quickly. Temari looked up at you with one long, slender brow raised.

“Oh good, at least you’re here.” Unsure, really, of what to make of her backhanded compliment, you sat down in the chair across from her and wordlessly unpacked your laptop.

You never liked general classes. At the end of the day, you worked on a few big, group projects, ultimately learned nothing, and your grade depended on the work ethic of others. You glanced over at Temari. She likely didn’t even have the same major as you. Granted, that was probably the point of the class, but nonetheless, it weighed on your already drooping eyes knowing that you’d have to pour so many late night hours into a project that would amount to nothing.

You pulled up your school account and sifted through your notifications.

“I signed us up for a research question. I thought that censorship in the classroom was an easy and relevant one. I don’t know about you, but I’m not about to get into the intricacies of drones at this time of day.” You couldn’t help but nod. Temari sure pounced on top of things quickly and for that, you were thankful to have received an easy prompt.

“Sounds great,” you mused and the heavy door from the outside to the longue slammed shut. You glanced over your shoulder to find Kisame, still in athletic clothes grinning as he approached.

“Well this is bullshit, isn’t it?” Those were the first words to come out of his mouth and you could practically hear Temari groan in exasperation. Kisame plopped down in the armchair beside you, offering you a wink as he did. “What kinda professor assigns a project on Tuesday only for it to be due Thursday? Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

You averted your eyes back to your screen, pretending to sort through your notifications. You hummed in response, too easily flustered and too tired to process. Temari’s fingers flexed over her own keyboard.

“It’s the beginning of the semester. It’s to test out organizational skills and teamwork,” she managed through half-gritted teeth. You looked between your two teammates, wondering what exactly happened between them that made them so hostile to each other. You made a mental note to not get in the way of whatever that was. Kisame scoffed, sitting back in the arm chair and reaching for his own computer.

“I don’t really care what it is and why it is. What I care about is that I’m wasting my Wednesday night…”

“Ah, yes, Wednesday night,” Temari repeated mockingly, “Because I know that I like getting plastered in the middle of the week.” Kisame leaned towards you on his left arm cushion.

“Soy Sauce over there is just sore that her brother picked a fight with one of my boys and lost. Sasori’s a short guy too, you should link with us sometime.” You heard Temari scoff.

“Yeah, like Kankuro would lose to any of the thugs you hang around—”

“Who are you calling a thug?” Temari met Kisame’s pointed glare. Even so, he sank farther into his seat, lifting one ankle to rest on his knee. “Though, I think it says something that you knew exactly what I was talking about—” He punctuated every word with a smug swing of his head before Shino walked in.

“Nice to see that things are lively in here.” He made his way across the lounge before plopping down next to Temari. A white piece of cloth hung out from his backpack, something that Temari didn’t miss as Shino prepared his materials.

“That’s a hazard.” She bit the inside of her lip.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s been grumpy since before you came here,” Kisame quickly explained, much to Temari’s disdain.

Looking across from you, you almost wished that you had just been paired up with Shino. You didn’t know him that well, but he seemed smart, capable and overall, quiet. Temari had drive, but her approach felt intense. Meanwhile, Kisame seemed like he couldn’t care less about the project. Or perhaps, it was more that he couldn’t care less about Temari.

“So the paper,” you began out of sheer nervousness. “And the presentation…” The three sets of eyes turned to you. You glanced at the clock. You had already wasted more than a half hour.

“Let’s be real here, a five page research paper is nothing,” Temari said, also crossing her legs. “It’s the presentation that we should worry about.” Kisame let out a breath.

“Well, here I was about to say the opposite.” He turned his neck to the side and you heard a few audible cracks. “What about we split it up if the paper is so easy for you?”

“I’m not just doing the paper by myself. Besides, I’d need to find sources and by the time I’ve found sources and written everything up, I’ll have done most of the work.” Temari wrinkled her nose at your partner next to you. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what you were banking on.”

“Here.” Shino’s low voice broke through the room. With one exaggerated click on his keyboard he looked up at the three of you. “I just put a list of sources in the shared doc. There’s ten of them which should be more than enough. I pulled a few articles and a few academic papers which should meet the criteria from the rubric.”

Temari blinked down at her computer, furiously switching tabs. Her lips formed a round ‘o’ shape.

“Nice work, Shino,” you praised only to receive a shy nod. “I think if we take an anti-censorship stance, it’ll make out work easier given the time that we have to finish. Maybe Temari, you can start the paper and I can start the slides.”

“I can help you with that,” Kisame offered and you typed his email into the share box.

“I’ll help Temari with the paper,” Shino said with another nod.

“Start with the counterarguments. I’ll work from the top, you work from the bottom.” Temari gestured widely to Shino’s screen and you let out a relieved sigh. Maybe you’ll be able to get all of this done after all.

Time flew during the late hours of the night. You didn’t know what it was about the nighttime that made time feel quicker than usual. Soon enough, the clock struck one. Temari plucked ferociously at her laptop and it surprised you that Kisame hadn’t asked her what she was punishing her keyboard for. Shino, on the other hand, liked to stand. About an hour ago, he had stood up from his seat, and with one foot on the low level of the coffee table, kept at writing his part of the paper. Temari and Shino didn’t speak much. Rather, their side of the table mostly sounded of clicking.

Meanwhile, you and Kisame were having a great time. He made you laugh much to Temari’s annoyance, but knowing that you were getting your parts done, she didn’t comment. Despite his outward physique, Kisame had a sense of style when it came to design and organization. You flew through fonts and images quickly and by the time you had cleared the first few slides, even you were impressed by how professional it looked. The clock read two o’clock.

“This was your conclusion, right?” You turned your screen in your hands to face Temari. She squinted over and her eyes lit up.

“Actually, that’s a way better wording. Imma just steal that…” She clicked some more. “That’s some great work.”

“It was actually all Kisame.” And to your surprise, he didn’t gloat. Instead, he remained eerily focused. Temari glanced at him before glancing away.

“Like I said, great work…” she muttered.

“We’re almost done with the slides,” you announced, “Do you guys need help with the paper?” Shino shook his head. You found that he preferred non-verbal answers.

“We’re wrapping up over here, too,” Temari answered.

“Good, because I’m fuckin’ starving.”

And with the one mention of food, you all looked up at each other.

***

There was only one place open this late at night and it was one block away from campus. Fast Food, of course, but no one in your group complained. The dining halls were closed and most of you didn’t keep your rolling pantries stocked with anything worth eating at two in the morning, so you packed up your things.

It felt odd walking down the road with this group of people. You chattered amongst yourselves about anything other than your assignment.

“Me? I’m a biology major. I want to study beetles but I have to get my undergrad before I can do anything really specific.” By far, Shino had to be the most interesting of you all. You made your way off of campus, the restaurant in your sight. And as the walk continued, so did your conversation.

“I’ve wanted to try the new place that they opened up by admissions but they’re always closed when I try to go.” Temari pouted and you crossed the street together. You wondered if spending four straight hours having to communicate with any three people could make talking to them this easy.

“Marine biology?” You stared up at Kisame. “I don’t think I would have guessed.” He let out a hearty laugh that sent a few birds flying.

“Oh yeah, they have us go out of labs for the whole day. And when I say the whole day, I mean the whole day. I’ve always loved the ocean, but I think I’d have to transfer if I had to wake up at seven and come back at eight for more than one day a week.” Kisame reached for the handle, only for it not to budge in his grip. He tried again.

“Are they closed?” you asked, getting slightly agitated at the prospect.

“No.” Shino cupped his hands around his eyes as he stared through the window. “Wet floor signs are out. This must be the time that they clean the dining room.” Shino hardly had to finish his sentence before Kisame was already on his way to the drive thru.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Temari yelled after him as she jogged to catch up. “You can’t just walk through the drive thru.”

“Sure you can.” Kisame stood directly in front of the speaker with his hands in his pockets. “There are no cars around and even if there were, they’d have to take our order to get us out of the way… Hello?” The speaker crackled and Kisame shot a pointed look at the rest of you before moting for you to come closer to order.

“What can I get you?” the apathetic worker droned.

“Can I get a number nine?” Kisame started.

“Oh me too,” you whispered to him, not entirely sure why you spoke with such a hushed tone. He crossed his arms with a smirk.

“Make that two number nines? One large—” He stepped back to let Temari come up to the speaker.

“May I please get a number six with extra sauce, please? And, uh, a number seven too, please.” Like Kisame before her, Temari stepped to allow Shino to talk.

“Two number forty-fives, one with cheese and a large soda.”

With nowhere else to sit, you claimed a spot in the empty parking lot. Temari ended up paying. You put up a fight, but she insisted. You were secretly convinced that she was loaded anyway.

“You two got a lot of food.” Kisame handed you your fillet burger. Temari hummed, taking one of her backs and folded it behind her.

“One’s for my boyfriend,” she said, and before Kisame could get out a snarky comment about how Temari could ever land a boyfriend, Shino answered,

“I just usually eat all at once. Can’t usually grab dinner while doing night labs.” You all grimaced to yourselves. You knew the feeling of skipping meals because of your schedules.

You looked out at the city. Your school sat on a hill just outside of the twinkling lights. You found comfort in the blinking that came from below and your surroundings made the atmosphere feel completely still.

“You know, if we have a choice, we should just stick together for the rest of the semester.” Shino’s monotone voice cut through the air. You turned to the rest of them. Temari shrugged.

“It’s less of a gamble since we know each other, I suppose. I know that most of you won’t mess up our assignments…” You and Kisame nodded along, both stuffing your faces with french fries.

The decision was unanimous.

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Notes: 

Shino’s lab coat was in with his regular supplies which is technically a hazard when working in chem and bio labs since lab coats should be sealed. 

Not all fast-food places well take your order without a car, but if you block the line they’ll give in (that’s what I did). Don’t blame me if you get arrested for doing that though. 

"I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda."– Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris

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[stevenbasic]

Damn this thing, it’s so slow, I lamented, cursing the computer and slapping my spindly kitchen table in frustration as the video continued loading…loading…loading. A drink of Diet Coke - blech, this tastes terrible - and I tried to relax. I had grabbed this old laptop from downstairs, the office storage room, figured it would be better than my phone to surf into this stuff. My phone had been doing some wonky things, lately, anyway. And no one would miss this computer; it was Saturday, and the only activity downstairs should be in the new wing. Construction continued, day-in and day-out, even on weekends...

The stuff to which I’d been lead was suddenly making me nervous. It had all started with another weird, anonymous email in my inbox, similar to the one earlier this week. Instead of bringing me to a bizarre virology article, this one had some arcane-looking link which wanted me to start some authentication, de-encryption process. Why would I do this? It was probably - almost certainly - garbage. Or worse, some kind of trap, like phishing or some ransomware thing. But something about it caught me, made me feel like I needed to see whatever it was trying to show me.

This is weird, I’d thought, when finally I’d made it - after suspiciously having to create an account with complex credentials I’d been sent - to some old-timey looking chat forum. This didn’t seem like the regular internet. Was this “the dark web”? Something else? Anyway, the site was pretty much all text, like something from twenty years ago. It was a bulletin-board looking thing of some obscurely clandestine fringe community, obviously masquerading as a video game group, and just the subject lines made me scoff and nearly close down the laptop: “THE NEW WORLD ORDER IS COMING”, “Gathring supplies- sources here”, “Fund the resistence ”.

There were pages upon pages of what looked to be paranoid rants, conspiracy theories and outlandish prophecies, all spouted by anonymous, confused voices who used too many caps and couldn’t spell. I barely read anything, just skimming through titles, but it all seemed to be focused on some upcoming, disastrous event, some sea-change in society, maybe some fantasy of a war between the sexes. Disenfranchised men, it appeared, lonely losers and neurotic paranoia. Some of the more salacious subject lines almost caught my attention - “bimbo armies”, “tits=weapons”, “mommykink virus” - but the horrible spelling, childlike grammar and awkward interface kept me from wanting to waste my time. What did grab my eye, though, was a subject line of a post by someone calling themselves “ANDRSON”:

RE: EVOLUTION PHARMACEUTICALS - EXPOSING THEM!!

Yep, that gave me pause. Weird, but then what was in the message was even weirder…

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BROTHERS!!

MY SISTER CONTINUES TO CHANGE. STUDY SUBJECT FOR OTC “HEALTH SUPPLEMENT” (HA!!) AT EVOLUTION PHARMACEUTICALS WHICH IS JUST ONE ARM OF OUR BIGGER PLAYER!! IVE FOUND EVIDENCE! THEY MEAN TO SPREAD IT MORE BROADLY!! PART OF THEIR PLAN TO TAKE US OVER!! ARE THEY GOING TO KILL US - OR WORSE?!? THE TESTING IS ONGOING - THEY ARE IN THE FINAL STAGES OF APPROVAL FROM THE FDA!! - AND WE MUST EXPOSE THEM BEFORE IT IS RELEASED INTO THE PUBLIC!!

ANDERSON

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ATTACHED IS FROM 6 MONTHS AGO, ACQUIRED AT GREAT RISK TO MYSELF!! MORE RECENT IMAGES INCOMING!!

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Attached was a video clip. This guy’s sister??  And what is this “Aspiring to become the most female woman alive”? At the time it looked to me like just a weird selfie. She was a subject at Evolution, for real? Maybe in one of their internal studies? The same Evolution Pharmaceuticals, the company coming to set up shop, conduct their study in my practice, and at the same time helping to fund the construction of the new wings in the building? So bizarre, but nonetheless it gave me pause. This obsessive, hysterical group obviously had Evolution playing a part in some larger conspiracy. Just the rantings of some gynophobic losers, I was sure, but still it settled strangely in my gut.

Wait...what’s that noise downstairs? Is someone in the office..?

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