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anonymouscakeao3 · 1 year

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the best wingman is… cake?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

The wind howled outside the small building, the sun setting casted a warm glow through the front windows of the shop.

y/n sighed, glancing at the clock before turning back to the partially decorated cake, ‘it’s not home time just yet’. The police commissioner had put in a last-minute request for a cake to celebrate the latest achievement of the ninja, they had just finished rebuilding most of the city after the events involving the sons of garmadon and figured now would be an appropriate time to celebrate.

The cake itself was massive, it had 3 tiers and each tier was a different flavor. It was a risky move with deciding what flavours to use as the commissioner didn’t her much information to work with, “Just make it look cool!”. In the end they went with chocolate, strawberry and vanilla, the safest options.

They had decided to try and make the monastery on the top tier and decorate the rest of the cake with little props and figures of the ninja. They opened the box of figures and took the first one out, the green ninja, ‘where should he go?’, they moved the figure all around the cake, trying to determine the perfect spot before deciding on the top tier in the monastery gates.

They glanced at the clock again, 6:12pm, “It’s going to be a long night.”

11:37pm is when the cake was deemed finished.

y/n stepped back from it and stared at it, “For a last-minute request, it’s the best I can do.” The cake was decorated like a mountain, the mini monastery turned out better than what they expected, and they was extremely happy with how the landscape looked.

They separated 3 tiers from each other and placed them all in the fridge, they’d have to figure out how to transport it to the venue tomorrow.

The celebration was due to start at 5pm and at 4pm, y/n was still struggling to transport the cake. Even though the cake was currently split up, it was still large and was decently heavy.

By 4:30pm, they had managed to get the cake in their car and was now at the venue. The commissioner had arranged some venue staff to meet them outside to help transport the cake inside, they brought a food trolley with them. They quickly assembled the cake before wheeling it inside.

The inside of the venue was breath-taking, gold and black streamers hung from the roof while matching balloons decorated each table. There were about 30 tables in the room, all fitting about 10 people on them. When they had walked in with the staff, they noted the small handful of people that already arrived and were trying to find their designated table seats.

“y/n! Its so good to see you!”

The police commissioner came up and shook their hand, “I do apologise again for the late request, you’ve done an amazing job though.” He looked in awe at the cake, noting all the small detailing down to the grooves in the monastery’s walls.

“Just wait until the ninja see this! They’re going to love it!” He turned back to y/n and smiled, “I hope you’re staying for the celebration.”

“Am I?” they asked, confused, “No offence commissioner, but I don’t feel like I should be here. I haven’t done anything to help.”

“Nonsense! You made this cake, you deserve to stay, and I know for a fact that the ninja would agree! Besides, we’ve already allocated a spot for you.” He gestured to a nearby table, “You’re already dressed for tonight too.”

“I only dressed like this so I looked nice while bringing the cake in.” they laughed, smoothing out theur shirt, “But if you insist, I’ll stay.”

Soon everyone else started to arrive and by 5pm, the commissioner took to the main stage with a microphone in his hand, “Thank you everyone for making an appearance tonight, I know there’s still a lot of work that needs to be finished but this is a well-deserved break! So please take tonight as a chance to relax and to celebrate what we’ve already achieved.” A few people clapped.

Music started playing as the commissioner walked off stage and people slowly got up and started dancing, some went to the bar and others stayed at their tables, content on where they were. y/n decided to just stay put in her seat, rethinking their choice of staying. They was paying with her fork on the table, watching as people started to gather around the entrance. The doors opened and they watched as the ninja walked inside, the commissioner running up to greet them all individually.

Soon after, the party had gone back to normal. Half of the ninja were sitting at their table with the high-ranking officials, the others had either gone off for drinks, to talk to others or to join others on the dance floor. They were all dressed in matching suits, except Nya who was wearing a loose blue dress, the others all were wearing black suits and ties, which were their respective colours.

y/n kept glancing at their table, noticing how bored Jay, Cole and Nya looked. They looked around and noticed Kai dancing with a group of girls, Lloyd talking to the mayor and Zane at the bar, getting what looked to be glasses of water for the three at the table.

When they looked back at them again, they saw Jay and Nya had left, quickly spotting them with Kai. Zane had come back but he was talking with whoever was sitting on his right while Cole looked like he was about to die of boredom. Y/n glanced back at Kai, Jay and Nya before looking back at Cole. Who was now looking at them. He smiled and waved slightly while they smiled back and nodded their head at him before diverting their attention away to try and ignore his lingering stare.

8pm is when they announced that they were going to cut the cake, Slowly the ninja and police commissioner moved towards the stage. Y/n watched as they carefully wheeled it out on the little food trolley, watching the ninja’s face as they took in the details of the cake.

The commissioner was handed a microphone from venue staff and started speaking, “Thank you everyone for coming out tonight, I hope everyone has had a good night.” A few cheers in response, “This night wouldn’t be complete without a cake to wrap up celebrations. I had put in a last-minute request for a cake, and I must admit I was a little scared of the outcome, but it turned out way better than I could’ve imagined, and I’ve only got Y/n from Ninjago’s Baked goods to thank for that!” He pointed at Y/n gestured for them to come over, which they hesitantly did. As they made their way to the stage, people started clapping for them, they gave a small bow when they reached the stage and went to walk back only to be stopped by the commissioner, “I think its only fair that you get to cut the cake.” A staff member handed them a big knife and they tensed up.

‘Why did I agree to stay? Why did he have to call me up? Oh FSM, I don’t want to cut the cake in front of everyone.’

They gave the commissioner a nervous smile as their grip around the knife tightened, “It’s just a cake, you’ve cut many before..” they whispered to themself, placing the knife into the top tier of the cake, and slowly pressing down. A staff member soon joined them and held a plate out, which y/n placed the slice of cake onto, the staff member then handing the first slice to the mayor. They noticed everyone’s attention was no longer on her and they sighed, continuing to cut the cake and hand slices to staff members.

“Soo, what flavors do you have?”

Cole, the earth ninja was now stood beside them with a massive grin on his face, “Bottom is vanilla, middle is chocolate and top is strawberry. Any preference?” Another slice cut and placed on a plate. “Could you cut me a slide of chocolate please, I know they’re giving out slides randomly but I’m dying for some chocolate cake.” The knife was moved to the second tier, cutting a slice out, placing it on a plate and handing it to Cole. A staff member handed him a fork and he immediately started eating it, a groan soon following, “This is so good, you made this?”

A nod in response.

“I might have to stop by your shop more often then, what was it called again?”

“Ninjago baked goods, its located outside of the city, close to Jamanakai village.”

“What other stuff do you make?” They had stopped cutting the cake now and turned their attention to the ninja sitting on the stage, eating the cake. They took a slice of vanilla cake and went to sit with him, “Your usual run-of-the-mill pastries such as pies, bread rolls, jam tarts, sometimes cupcakes, brownies, a lot of cakes but they’re mainly for parties and such.”

“Now I definitely have to stop at your shop, a lot of the bakeries in and around the city had to shut down due to the sons of garmadon, which unfortunately included where I regularly stopped so I’ve struggled to find somewhere new, but it looks like I’ve just found my new bakery.” He smiled, placing his now empty plate on the stage next to him.

Y/n smiled back, glancing at the other ninja who were slow dancing. Cole followed their eyes and grinned, he held his hand out to them, “Want to dance?” Y/n shook their head, “I don’t know how to dance.” Cole grabbed their hand and stood up, “C’mon I’ll show you, it’s easy.” He dragged them to the dance floor. “Alright, left hand in mine, right hand on my shoulder.” They hesitantly moved their hands, which he noticed and laughed, “I’m not going to bite y’know?” They rolled their eyes and smiled in response, “I know but we literally just met and now we’re slow dancing, please excuse my hesitance.” He moved his arm around their waist and slowly started to move around, “Just follow my steps and you’ll be fine.”

Y/n freaked out a little when Cole started swaying them around slightly, trying to match their footing with his. Cringing when they stepped on his foot, “Sorry.” He looked down at them, “For what?” “Stepping on your foot?” Cole laughed, “It’s fine, don’t stress too much about it.”

The two continued to slowly move around the outside of the dance floor.

“You looked so bored at your table earlier.” Cole stated, “Yeah well i didn’t know that i’d be staying, the commissioner kinda just sprung it on me.” Y/n had briefly forgotten about the party surrounding them, all they were focused on was the hand holding theirs and also the hand around their waist. They could’ve sworn that they weren’t this close to each other when they started dancing.

“What was your excuse for being so bored mister?” Y/n teased, in response they got a shrug, “Parties aren’t really my thing. Sure it’s cool to go to one every now and then but when you constantly go to them, it’s the same thing over and over and it just gets boring.”

Y/n never thought of it like that, the ninja are always attending celebrations and parties held by the city, of course they'd be bored of them, 'well not Kai at least.' they thought, glancing at the fire ninja who was still dancing in the middle of the floor.

Cole followed their gaze and chuckled slightly, "Kai is probably the only one that is super excited to attend everything, especially if it's a party." He turned to look back at Y/n and smiled.

The two danced in silence, enjoying the company of the other.

Y/n became hyper-aware of Cole's hand when it started moving to the lower part of their back and was now rubbing circles with his thumb. They flushed slightly, noticing how close the two were now, 'How did I even end up here, dancing with a ninja. THE earth ninja for fsm sake.' They looked up at him, catching his eyes and smiling. 'God, Mari is going to go apeshit over this.'

Cole removed his hand from Y/n’s and pushed some hair out of his eyes, revealing the scar on the side of his forehead, "Can I ask you something? It might be a bit rude." They started, fingers interlocking with his once again when his hand returned to theirs, "Go for it, I don't mind." He smiled, tilting his head slightly. "The scar on your forehead, what is that from?" Cole was silent, not knowing how exactly to answer. Y/n bit the inside of ther cheek, 'Knew i shouldn't have asked that, now he's uncomfortable.' they sighed, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me to ask," 'Maybe i should just go home now.' They slowly started pulling away from him, unclasping her hand from his, "Sorry, I should go, have a good night Cole." He quickly grabbed their hands before they walked away, "No wait- I'm sorry. Did you maybe want to go outside?" They nodded in response.

Cole held onto Y/n’s hand as he led them outside to the balcony, he pulled himself onto the railing, holding his hand out to Y/n who gave a nervous laugh in response, "I think I'll fall If I go up there." Cole smiled, "Do you trust me?" His hand was still outstretched. They looked between his hand and his face before sighing, grabbing his hand and letting him help pull them onto the railing. They gripped onto the railing as they tried to steady themself and Cole laughed, "This isn't funny." They glared, sitting next to him, still gripping the railing as hard as they could. "Oh c'mon, you gotta admit it is a little." He winked, causing them to roll their eyes playfully. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say."

Y/n looked at the moon, noticing the rain clouds coming over the horizon. "The scar," they turned to him, "What?" Cole didn't turn his head to look at them, instead continuing to look at the garden below, "I got the scar when I was turnt back into a human."

"When were you not a human?" 'God that was so rude.'

"Do you remember when all those ghosts were attacking Ninjago?" A nod in response, "We had to get this scroll from this place and if you weren't out of there by a certain time, you became a ghost."

"Oh." Silence, "I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"That you had to go through that, and for asking rude questions."

He smiled, "It's not your fault and you didn't ask anything rude, don't worry. I honestly forget about the scar half the time because my hair covers it now and I didnt realise you could see it so it kinda just took me by surprise."

"I only saw it when you had moved your hair, I didn't notice it before that. Was that the reason you grew your hair out?"

"Yes and no, I never liked how it looked and would always try to cover it with my hair but when my hair started getting longer, it was easier to hide. I just didn't cut it because we didn't really have time to stop in Ninjago for a haircut and there was no way in hell that I was letting Kai near my hair with scissors again." They both laughed.

"Well, I know my opinion doesn't matter but I think it looks cool. Both the scar and your hair." They smiled, shifting their hand to rest on top of his.

"Ah- Well- Thank you." He stammered, slightly flustered at both the compliment and the hand now resting on his.

Y/n smiled, moving their hand to adjust themself on the railing. They let out a small scream as their foot slipped and grabbed onto Cole's arm, sighing as he pulled them up again. He wrapped his arm around their waist, causing both of them to flush, "I'm not going to let you fall again." He smiled, pulling them into his side.

"Thank you for tonight Cole." They rested their head on his shoulder, looking out at the garden. "No, Thank you. I thought tonight was going to be another boring party but it was nice meeting you and being with you tonight. Also, that cake was delicious, so I might have to stop by your bakery for another one." He laughed. "Wow, not even stopping by the bakery to see me, all you care about is the cake." They teased, nudging him lightly with their elbow.

"Maybe I might have to stop in to see you too I guess." He joked, turning to look at them. In the corner of his eye, he could see the crowd inside was starting to grow smaller, people were leaving. Was it really that late already?

Y/n noticed the crowd too, "Looks like everyone is starting to leave.. Is it really time to go already?" They laughed, turning to face Cole, "It's funny because I was thinking the same thing."

"I'm going to ask you something but you can say no if you want too." He said, his face becoming serious. "Okay, what is it?" they laughed slightly.

"Can I kiss you?"

Y/n stared at him in shock, he maintained eye contact with them but they could see his face getting redder by the second. They could feel their own face heat up when they nodded slightly, watching Cole as he moved forward until their lips touched. They both instinctively closed their eyes, too afraid to move as if the other was a fragile statue. He moved his hand up to their cheek, cupping it gently while they grabbed his free hand which was gripping his pant leg.

When they pulled apart, both of them were smiling, "That was... um.. nice." Cole chuckled, jumping down from the railing and holding his hand out to Y/n, who gladly took it and with his help, jumped down from the railing and started walking inside with him. They took note that his hand was still holding theirs and smiled, gently squeezing his hand.

The other ninja took notice of Cole and started walking over to him, all of them noticing his and Y/n’s hands, "Cole," Kai started, "Who's your friend here?" He teased, smirking as both Cole and Y/n’s faces turned red. "Um- This is Y/n, they’re... a friend.." Everyone greeted them before turning back to Cole, "You ready to head back now? It's getting really late." Lloyd said. Cole nodded and started following everyone else outside, still holding onto Y/n’s hand and leading them with him.

"Just friends huh?" They joked, laughing slightly causing Cole to roll his eyes, "Oh you know what I meant." The two laughed, quickly quieting as they stepped out of the venue, the other ninja now further ahead.

"So.."

"So?"

"Are you going to maybe stop by the bakery one day?"

"Of course, are you crazy? Why wouldn't I?" A shrug in response.

"Cole! Are you coming?" Nya yelled from the limo's window causing him to flip her off.

"You better go." Y/n laughed, "Yeah, but I don't want to leave you." he smiled, cupping their cheek gently. "Well you know where to find me, I'll make sure there's always a slice of cake put away for you." Cole laughed, "There better be or I'm suing you."

"You should really go before your friends kill you."

"Yeah, alright." He pulled them into a hug and placed his head on theirs, "I'll see you soon?" They returned the hug, "Of course." When they pulled away, he leaned down and placed a kiss on their forehead, "See ya." He smiled before turning to walk to the limo. Y/n stood there as he walked away and smiled, waving at the limo as it drove off.

"There's no fucking way that just happened, holy shit."

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pokemonunderdogtournament · 8 months

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Hey everyone!

Assessing the amount of work it would take me to cover the queue until I know for sure I'll be done moving*, I think I need to modify the number of daily posts and when they post.

Until the end of October (not including the next 7 days, which are already in the queue), we will switch to 8 posts a day, and posting will shift to a every-30 minutes schedule from 8:00 - 11:30 AM.

This will give me a substantially larger window to handle queueing and will reduce the number of posts I need to queue from 500 to 400, which will likely save me 5-10 hours of time, which is extremely helpful given I am already working on a quite tight schedule with an uncooperative brain. 😅

Unfortunately, I think this also means that certain tournament themes that require some thought or sorting from me will probably not debut until much later.

(I think this is the biggest downside for me, personally, but I simply do not have the ability to sort these with everything else going on. If someone is particularly inclined to try to undertake this themselves, see below the cut**)

I would prefer for there not to be a lapse in poll posting because these polls are already a week long and we have much to get through.

After October 31, I expect for posting to resume as it is currently (10 posts a day, 8-5)

*Yes, I am taking almost two months to move 😭 Unfortunately I am working around a full-time work schedule, and there is a lot to move over a distance that is short enough that it is not worth renting a moving truck but long enough that I couldn't possibly move everything all at once, my lifestyle requirements aside. I hope to be done by at least mid October at latest, though if this is the case, it will also provide me with a necessary window to build the queue back up as we head into November.

**First, it would have to be done in the upcoming week. After that, I will have difficulty incorporating it into the schedule. If you do not have time between now and noon PST Saturday 9, then please disregard this, though ideally it would be done in the next few days, again for ease of scheduling. Second, it will require a lot of data entry-like work. This is tedious and boring. I will outline exactly what you need to do for this portion, so there shouldn't be any confusion. I do enjoy this type of thing when I have time, but I know any people don't. Third, we would have to discuss how to break these up into sub-tournaments, it is not immediately clear. This is the most logically complex part, I think... You'll also need access to spreadsheet viewing/editing software like Google Sheets or Excel. Doesn't matter too much. Anyway if this somehow still appeals to you, you can DM me at any of the following blogs: @birbs-in-space, @ljuerlav, @pokemon-tournament-directory

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ariadnes-red-thread · 1 year

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Aria!! For your follower celebration…

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

And/or

21. “Don’t hold back.”

for Fives 😏

Congratulations babes!! You deserve it!! 🥳🥳

ERIN, MY LOVE!! This ask has CONSUMED me for the last three weeks. Life has been so busy, and I'm sorry it took so long (and I'm sorry to everyone who is still waiting on their asks. THEY WILL HAPPEN, I SWEAR). But I've been working on it, slowly, in every free moment because Fives + those words are EVERYTHING to me. Thank you so much for always being such a lovely friend and supporter. I'm so lucky to have met you here. Hope you enjoy this smutty mess 😏

Pairing: Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning: NSFT *MINORS DNI*, Explicit sexual content, established relationship, Fingering, Oral Sex (female receiving), PiV sex, Soft Dom!Fives if you squint

The hotel room was… luxurious. There was no other word for it. To start, a floor to ceiling window looked out over the rooftops of Coruscant. The moons dazzling in the windows, lit the rest of the bedchamber in a silvery glow and splashed like glittered paint against the dark oak of the other three walls. All other light came from a single, moody chandelier that hung low enough from the vaulted ceiling that it seemed to be dangling from the darkness itself. Pushed up against the wall opposite the window, and occupying most of the room, was a large, round bed, easily bigger than anything you’d ever slept on and likely bigger than your tiny closet of a room on the Venator. It was covered with a plush dark gray duvet and several light gray satin pillows. A full bar was tucked into the dark wood beside the bed, stocked with fine bottles of Corwellian whiskey and Naboo wine, which the kind twi’lek working the front desk of the hotel had informed you were complimentary.

You couldn’t imagine how much Padme had paid for this room and it turned your stomach a little just to consider as you took in all of the fine details. The stay was a gift, she had whispered to you as she pressed the key into your hand during a tight hug after you and her husband had debriefed the Senate on your latest battle. It was a thank you, she quickly and quietly explained, for looking out for Anakin once again. There was also the unspoken connection of shared secrets. You knew she felt for you and Fives. Unlike her and Anakin, with her senatorial suite, you had no refuge, no where for you to relax. It was always stolen moments in dark corners. Still, the cost of it all twisted at you and you frowned, wishing she hadn’t gone through the trouble until your eyes landed on Fives’ face. Then, you realized you would have paid the price yourself, however many credits it was, without even thinking.

The clone stood at the window, his dark eyes glittering in the moonbeam that fell across his face. A soft smile lay on his lips and he stared out over the skyline of the city in silence. From here, the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings on the planet, the neon of the city below twinkled like colorful stars in a far-away galaxy.

You quickly crossed the room to him, wrapping your arms around his core and hugging him from behind as you stood on your toes to peer over his shoulder and share the striking view.

“I’ve never seen it like this.” Fives finally spoke. “Always lookin’ through my HUD or hanging out the side of a gunship or too busy to even look. It’s… almost peaceful.”

You dropped your gaze and pressed a kiss against the warm skin of his neck. The smell of blaster plasma struck you. It wasn’t overpowering but it was a sharp contrast to the woody perfumed scent of the room. It shouldn’t have been surprising. You came here straight from the briefing, throwing on civilian clothes and stuffing your Jedi robes into your satchel in a remote bathroom far away from the more busy halls of the Senate before you rushed to meet Fives in one of your designated, rotating meeting spots. He appeared as you did, out of breath and in wrinkled civilian clothes. While the change of clothes may have helped hide your identities, it did little to free either of you from the grime of the battlefield that still clung to your skin.

You squeezed your boyfriend tightly around the waist before you let go. Turning back towards the room, you spotted an unexplored door near the bed that whispered promises of a bathroom and perhaps even a shower.

Before you could move, Fives’ form spun and out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he dove from his spot by the window into the bed. He let out a revenant groan at the lux mattress as he sunk into its forgiving embrace.

“We’re never leaving here.” He declared. “Tell Padme we’re moving in.”

“I’ll let her know.” You chuckled at the ARC trooper.

Fives rolled onto his side, found your eyes, and patted the duvet next to him. It’s soft surface invitingly gave way under his hand.

“Now come here, mesh’la.” His words were playful, but you could hear promises in the low timbre of his voice.

You wanted nothing more than to have him make good on those unspoken pledges, but the smell of blaster plasma still haunted you.

“I’m going to shower.” You sighed, flashing a sad smile at your boyfriend.

Fives groaned, his head flopping back onto one of the pillows as his face scrunched into a pout.

“You could always join me.”

You smirked at Fives just long enough to watch him lift himself up, and his jaw drop open. Then, with a teasing saunter towards the bathroom, you turned your back to him as you pulled your shirt over your head and cast it aside You waited until you opened the door before you paused for just a moment. Reaching up to the clasp of your bra, you glanced over your shoulder. Fives was sitting up in bed, his spine straight, jaw still hanging, and a dark hunger in his eye. With a wink and a flick of your wrist, you let you bra fall to the floor and pulled the door shut b behind you.

The bathroom was as stunning as the bedroom. White tile and marble covered almost every surface. Two panes of glass - true glass, not transparisteel - encased a corner of the room for the shower. The other two walls and the floor of the shower were dark, semi-polished stone. It was a real water shower, with one head that hung off the wall and another that came down in the middle of the shower. When you swung open the glass door and turned the water on, it cascaded from the ceiling like rain.

You heard the door open. Fives was already behind you and, from the sound of rustle of fabric, quickly shedding his clothing.

His chest pressed against your back, bringing a heat that sent a warmth pooling through your body. His hands gilded around your waist and down the soft skin of your stomach. As his lips found your neck, he unbuttoned the clasp of your pants and let them drop to your ankles, pushing your panties down along with pants.

Fives carefully spun you towards him and you stepped out of the last fabric, kicking them aside. You grinned up at him, expecting your playful boyfriend to be grinning back. Instead, Fives stared down at you with an uncharacteristically faraway look.

“You okay?” You reached up, a palm coming to his cheek.

Fives leaned into your touch as he gave a small nod.

“Just…” His eyes quickly snapped to focus on you. “...feeling lucky.”

You gently tilted his face to you and pressed a soft kiss on his brow

“Me too.” You murmured against his skin before you tugged him, stepping backwards over the lip of the shower. “Now, come on.”

You pulled Fives under the rain of the center head, letting the warm liquid run down your bodies. His lips found yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining and dancing with yours. The water fell over your skin like a chant, reinvigorating your battle-tired body. You both began to awaken, your hands moving slowly over each other’s bodies, exploring the lines you know so well.

Breaking the kiss, you reached for the one of the crystal bottles that sat on the small recessed shelf. Glancing at the labels, you found the hotel’s body wash and emptied a third of the bottle into your hands. You brought your hands to Fives’ wide chest while you created a small lather. You let your palms dance across his body, tracing old scars, trailing along taut muscles, rubbing away the remnants of battle, and, as you trailed your way behind him, massaging the stress from his hard-working limbs. He let out a soft moan at your touch.

“Feels so good, cyare.” Fives muttered, his back to you as you worked a knot in his shoulder. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Not yet,” you promised.

Your hands wrapped around his waist, ghosted down over the ribbed muscles of his stomach and finally found his half-hard member. Fives shuddered as you took him in hand, bucking at your touch. You ran your thumb in slow circles around his tip as you slid your other hand down towards his base.

He leaned back into you with a sigh as his head fell towards his chest, not enough to where you were supporting him but enough to where you knew the havoc that you were wreaking on him. You squeezed gently as you worked him, feeling him throb and pulse under your hand as his cock hardened and leaked.

“That’s enough,” Fives finally hissed through gritted teeth as he firmly wrapped his hands around your wrists and tugged you away from his cock. “My turn.”

Not letting go of your wrists, he spun towards you, crossing your arms over and leaving you at his mercy. He passed your left wrist into his left hand, holding both your arms in his grip. You looked up at the wrecked look on his face and knew he was holding you for his own protection. He wanted this to last and you had brought him to the brink. Fives reach for the soap on its tiny polished perch. Unscrewing the top off with his teeth, he drizzled another third off the bottle over your shoulders and down your chest. Then he pulled you towards him before he released your hands.

His wide, usually rough palms were soft from the water. He pressed them into you, using the soap and the warm liquid to pull the tiredness from your muscles, releasing the stress and ache from your body. His hands reached over you to run down your spine, and then back up and over your shoulders, where he traced his way down your chest. With his long and wide pointer finger, he began to draw small circles along your breast, stopping on to tease your nipple with his knuckle. After the flesh raised underneath his touch, he caught it between his knuckle and his thumb, tugging at your nipple just enough so that it pinched in the sweetest way. Fives chewed on his lip as he watched you sigh and gasp under his ministrations, never breaking eye contact, holding your dark pupils with his blown ones.

His hand finally foraged on, tracing its way through the droplets that ran down your skin. After drawing a line down the etching of your hip, Fives spread his first two fingers and ran them gently along the outside of your lower lips. A small squeak escaped you at his teasing.

“Easy, mesh’la.” Fives flashed a wicked smile. “You’ll get what you need.”

His hands found your hips and he pressed you into the back wall before he fell to his knees. Emerging from the stream of the shower and the touch of the cool stone was a sharp contrast to the warm water and the heat of Fives. Goosebumps spread over your skin at the change and in anticipation. Fives grinned up at you from his knees one more time before he pressed his swollen lips to your hip. He laid one delicate kiss after another along your inner thigh as he moved closer and closer to your aching core. Finally, his tongue found its way between your lips and he circled around your delicate bundle of nerves. You canted your hips at the feeling. He replied with a strong palm to your belly, holding you in place while he dove into your center. Fives lapped wave after wave, his tongue dancing along your lips, delving into your depths, and drawing rapturous designs into your most sensitive skin.

“Fives,” you mumbled his name in between punched-out words of praise. “Feels so-so good.”

Your hand found purchase in his thick curls and he let out a small moan against you as you tugged, reverberating your core. Fives was never shy about his love of praise or how he liked it when you pulled his hair. Two thick fingers ran through your folds, collecting slick. He paused his ministrations for a moment as he sat back on his heel. Fives brought the finger ups to his mouth and gilded them between his lips. Slack-jawed at the gorgeous sight, you still found yourself lightly thrusting into the air, searching for friction as the sudden lack of attention drove you a little mad.

Fives looked up, catching your eye with his wide grin as he pulled the glistening thick fingers form his mouth. The water rained down on him but he still held your stare.

“So sweet,” Fives huffed. “I could drown in your pussy.”

Before you could say anything, his two fingers slid home. You let out a groan at the sudden but needed intrusion. He slowly teased you open, hooking his fingers to find your sweet spongy spot, and then spreading them to prepare you with a promise of more. Each movement brought heat and electricity to your most sensitive spots and you felt a warmth began to collect in the pit of your stomach.

Fives hooked his fingers again as his mouth found your bud, sucking it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. You let out a cry as white began to cloud your vision. You trembled at the edge when, suddenly, Fives pulled his fingers from you.

You wobbled as you let out a wordless cry of protest.

“Please,” You pleaded as you found his eyes again, grinning up at you once more. “Please, Fives.”

He climbed to his feet, chuckling to himself. He pressed a kiss to your nose, an annoying gesture considering how close you had been. When your face twisted into a pout, Fives let out a deep laugh.

“I only want you cumming around my cock tonight, cyare.”

With that, Fives caged you into the stone. He lifted up your leg, hooking it around his hip. Taking himself in his hand, Fives slotted against your entrance. You bit your lip, your frustration forgotten, and you raised your hand to your mouth in anticipation of muffling the pleasure to come.

At the movement, Fives looked up from where your bodies were about to join to your face. He gently pulled the hand you had clasped over your lips from your mouth.

“Don’t hold back.” He gave you a sideways smile before he kissed your palm.

“Fives-” You started to protest.

“No one else is here, mesh’la,” Fives’ voice slipped into the low cantor he got whenever he gave an order. “No vod, no crew, no Jedi, and I want to hear every sound you make.”

Fives reached for your other hand, lifting both arms above your head and pressing them into the stone. The slick, smooth surface on your spine made you shiver again but the warmth of your body quickly won out. The electric feeling stayed though as you felt Fives’ thick head enter you. He let out a long breath as he slowly slid home, opening you up. A hooked, pitched moan left you at the beautiful stretch. Fives’ face fell as he brought his hips flush to yours. He stilled his lower half to let you adjust to his size. For all of his preparations, it was always still a stretch. Foreheads pressed together, you both let out shaky exhales. Fives’ chest heaved as he held himself back. He dropped his head further to pepper kisses along your neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. His hands flexed against the stone, still holding your wrists in place, every bit of him moving except his hips as he waited for you to be ready.

“Okay, okay.” You finally began to rock your own hips against him. “More, please.”

“Anything for you, cyare.”

His reply was low and stilted control, seeing through every syllable. He began to rock into you, slow and steady, pulling moan after moan out of you with every movement of his hips.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Louder, let me hear you.” The words were jutted and breathy against your neck. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

You didn’t. You let him hear everything he never got to hear. You babbled in throaty wanton tones while his length reached into you and pulled out notes that you didn’t know you could sing. You’d never been able to be with him like this, carefree and all ot yourself. It was always hushed and hurried. It was only ever quiet kisses and gasps smothered into palms and shoulders as you both tried not to get caught. Now, you could let him hear every ounce of pleasure he pulled from you, every new centimeter he discovered as you opened up to him. He let go of your wrists, wrapping around your back. Your hands fell to his neck, scrambling both for steadiness and to pull him closer as you melted into his arms.

Then, Fives stilled. Before you could wonder, he pulled himself out, lowered your leg, and spun you to face the wall. You threw your hands out to brace yourself on the stone’s surface, moving in tandem with him like you were still on the battlefield. He entered you again, deeper even than before. One hand came to your chest, holding you against him, while the other snaked its way down your center, finding your swollen mound. Every thrust keened you further up into his chest until the line where you ended and Fives began started to blur. Water flowed over him down onto you in a perfect river, winding but endless. His lips found your neck again where he pressed hard, sloppy kisses and murmured words that you could barely hear over your own sinful moans and sobs. Fives took your earlobe into his teeth, biting down as he let out a warm breath. Your whole body began to shake as he pressed rhythmic circles into your center while he fucked you furiously. With a final cry of his name, you came.

Fives’ hips staccatoed as he chased his own high. A warmth flooded you as he finished, collapsing into your back while still holding you up on weak legs. Quickly he straightened, pulling you up with him, and gathering you into his chest. Soft kisses were bestrewn over your skin. You dazed in his arms as he washed you another time, cleaning your lower half.

You let Fives turn off the shower and wrap you in a lush, white towel before he guided you to bed. Climbing in behind you, he pulled you into his broad chest and wrapped you up in his arms. Your eyes began to flutter as weariness overtook you. You could feel Fives’ breath become rhythmic against your shoulder as you drifted into your own dreams. There, under the loving gaze of the moons, you both found peace.

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Today, we are announcing Copilot, our vision for an everyday AI companion for you. by - Satya Nadella (CEO of Microsoft)

We are entering a new era of AI, one that is fundamentally changing how we relate to and benefit from technology. With the convergence of chat interfaces and large language models you can now ask for what you want in natural language and the technology is smart enough to answer, create it or take action. At Microsoft, we think about this as having a copilot to help navigate any task. We have been building AI-powered copilots into our most used and loved products – making coding more efficient with GitHub, transforming productivity at work with Microsoft 365, redefining search with Bing and Edge and delivering contextual value that works across your apps and PC with Windows.

Today we take the next step to unify these capabilities into a single experience we call Microsoft Copilot, your everyday AI companion. Copilot will uniquely incorporate the context and intelligence of the web, your work data and what you are doing in the moment on your PC to provide better assistance – with your privacy and security at the forefront. It will be a simple and seamless experience, available in Windows 11, Microsoft 365, and in our web browser with Edge and Bing. It will work as an app or reveal itself when you need it with a right click. We will continue to add capabilities and connections to Copilot across to our most-used applications over time in service of our vision to have one experience that works across your whole life.

Copilot will begin to roll out in its early form as part of our free update to Windows 11, starting Sept. 26 — and across Bing, Edge, and Microsoft 365 Copilot this fall. We’re also announcing some exciting new experiences and devices to help you be more productive, spark your creativity, and to meet the everyday needs of people and businesses.

With over 150 new features, the next Windows 11 update is one of our most ambitious yet, bringing the power of Copilot and new AI powered experiences to apps like Paint, Photos, Clipchamp and more right to your Windows PC.

Bing will add support for the latest DALL.E 3 model from OpenAI and deliver more personalized answers based on your search history, a new AI-powered shopping experience, and updates to Bing Chat Enterprise, making it more mobile and visual.

Microsoft 365 Copilot will be generally available for enterprise customers on Nov. 1, 2023, along with Microsoft 365 Chat, a new AI assistant that will completely transform the way you work.

Additionally, we introduced powerful new Surface devices that bring all these AI experiences to life for you, and they are available for pre-order beginning today.

#ai #microsoft #copilot #windows #windows 10 #windows 11

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bluecaribousims · 1 year

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Sims 2 installation in 2023

So. I just had to reinstall Sims2... again. About every 18 months I will get careless with my CC, muck with the TSData etc with no backup and lose everything. You'd think I'd learn, but apparently the lure of playing the first 24 hours of the Brokes in a clean Pleasantview makes me subconsciously self-sabotage. So, I thought why not use this opportunity to lay everything out (with links) so that I have myself a handy-dandy guide to All The Fixes. Because currently I use about sixteen different walkthroughs for different things.

Step 1: Install the game (*cough* Mr DJ's version as EAxis have abandoned us *cough*) link here: https://oldgamesdownload.com/the-sims-2-ultimate-collection/

EDIT: Having attempted this... I think the link is now broken. But the link from the Wayback Archive version of this link from 2020 definitely still works!

Step 2: Fix the broken Mr DJ Ikea Stuff Pack. Tutorial video, with link in the description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWU3__aECuE

Step 3: Attempt 4GB fix (never works - mine seems stuck at 1024MB, advice please?). Tutorial and link here: https://pleasantsims.com/sims-2-windows-10/

Step 4: Fix Graphics/Screen Resolution. Tutorial and link here: https://www.simsnetwork.com/tools/graphics-rules-maker

Step 5: Set up Downloads folder in Documents/EA Games/Sims 2. Set up "Mods" folder inside Downloads.

Step 6: Download the following support programs and install: The Compressorizer, Sims2Pack CleanInstaller, Hood Checker, SimPE. Links here: https://archive.org/details/ts2thecompressorizer, https://modthesims.info/d/409950/sims2pack-clean-installer-v1-6-22-updated-aug-2-2014.html, https://modthesims.info/download.php?t=456523, https://modthesims.info/d/30839/simpe-latest-version-0-75f.html.

Step 7: Download clean Neighbourhood templates and replace defaults. Link and tutorial here: https://meetme2theriver.livejournal.com/63030.html.

Step 8: Download CEP, link here: https://archive.org/details/ts2cepcolorenablepackage, tutorial for manual install here (if needed): https://forums.thesims.com/en_US/discussion/897603/cep-installation-help

Step 9: Download "Essential Mods"... and at this point I realise this step is it's own megapost. Coming soon if anyone wants yet another essential mods list...

Step 9a: Play one token day of Sims2 unmodded, before remembering why you have played modded for the last 15 years. Fuss with the Graphics a lot. Muck with all the resolutions, before sighing and turning it to 800x600 because you like the classic UI, but want it big. (If there's a way to fix this... please share! I genuinely like how the dark blue original UI blends into the visual background more than the cleanUI, no matter how good a mod that is. 800x600 UI size at 1900x1600 resolution is my dream!)

Step 10: Commence binge-downloading CC, forgetting (as always) to keep it neat and subfoldered. Some things are essential (thanks be to Numenor, HugeLunatic and Honeywell for Build Mode especially) other things vary each time depending on how I want this particular installation to look/play. Get on Tumblr. Get on MTS2. Get on Pinterest. Get on TSR and wait 1 min per download as a last resort. Fill yer boots!

Step 11: Play!

#sims 2 #sims 2 install #sims 2 getting started #sims 2 addons #sims 2 utilities #ts2 simblr #ts2

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thetreetopinn · 4 months

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I recently bought a new desktop because the old one was showing signs of aging--chugging when trying to complete basic tasks, things like that.

I was looking at pre-built rigs because I didn't want to spend an arm and a leg, this isn't intended to be mega beefy... maybe someday in the future I'll be able to afford to build a custom rig, but not today.

Unfortunately, they all came in one flavor--Windows 11.

I was hoping to avoid this, because from what I've seen... it's... not great.

My experience so far is... it's not great.

Sure there are certain little details they've adjusted that are nice, but it's not enough to make me enjoy the experience overall.

The biggest gripe I have is that the Start Menu is fucking terrible.

Look at this atrocious nightmare.

Sure, you can adjust the settings to move it over to the left, but that doesn't fix most of the problem. This is just... awful. I hate it. And it doesn't give you the option to use a legacy layout, like from 10 or earlier.

Why? Why do they do this? Why does Microsoft keep insisting on making broad, sweeping changes to the UI that nobody fucking asked for, and nobody wants, and nobody likes.

Literally everyone I have asked who has tried this--HAAAAAAAAATES the new start menu.

There are third party apps you can install that REPLACE this eyesore... but that's just it... I SHOULD NOT NEED TO DOWNLOAD A SEPARATE PROGRAM TO FIX YOUR SHIT, WINDOWS.

Honestly... I wouldn't mind if Microsoft was trying this stuff out just to see what sticks... but actually let us pick and choose what layout we want. Like periodically, they come up with a new layout and it comes with the latest update. You can try it if you want, and if you don't like it, you can go back to what you had before. No big deal.

They could even carry a whole package of legacy layouts so you can simulate the start menu from previous version of Windows... but they will never do that. It would be too useful and desirable a feature.

I just... do not understand why companies decide to force these unnecessary and obnoxious UI changes on us. This isn't even the first time Windows has done this. I'm old enough to remember the debacle that Windows 8 caused with the hardcore push to unify the PC and Mobile experience... 'cause that's what we all need... christ almighty.

I'm old enough to remember people bitching about the jump from Windows XP to Windows Vista. Granted, Vista got complaints because of the hardware requirements and how much slower everything seemed to run, not the UI... but all things being equal... Vista's UI isn't my favorite.

It's like the company just... doesn't learn from its mistakes.

Oh right, duh, forgot... it's all about the money. They only care about the money. If they can make it look shiny and new, then some folks will jump on it because shiny and new, and that's big bucks for Microsoft.

Once again, like so many of life's problems, this too is caused by capitalism.

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One World Trade Center

285 Fulton St, New York, NY One World Trade Center also known as One World Trade, One WTC, and formerly Freedom Tower is the main building of the rebuilt World Trade Center complex in Lower Manhattan, New York City.

Location 285 Fulton Street, Manhattan, New York City, U.S. 10007 It is bounded by West Street to the west, Vesey Street to the north, Fulton Street to the south, and Washington Street to the east.

One World Trade Center is a masterfully designed building and a symbol of resilience and resolve.

MARCH 29, 2022 One World Trade Center 95 Percent Leased With Latest Deal: Durst

As of September 2016, One WTC became the tallest building in the western hemisphere to be awarded a Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) gold certification. LEED is an internationally recognized green building certification system, which recognizes structures that have been built and designed using strategies that address energy savings, water efficiency, and CO2 emissions reduction.

Constructed using more than 40% post-industrial recycled content and with more than 87% of construction waste diverted from the landfill, One WTC is a sustainable force to be reckoned with.

Where in New York is the World Trade Center? The complex—located at the southwestern tip of Manhattan, near the shore of the Hudson River and a few blocks northwest of Wall Street—was built by the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey as a central facility for businesses and government agencies involved in international trade.

Can you see the Statue of Liberty from One World Observatory? The observation deck at One World Observatory (the 'Freedom Tower') offers breathtaking views of New York Harbor, including the Statue of Liberty.

One World Trade Center The One World Trade Center (1WTC) is the most important building of the new World Trade Center, established to substitute the complex wrecked in the September 11 attacks.

Construction The construction of the building began on 27 April 2006, nearly 5 years after the Twin Towers were destroyed. Nevertheless, the first cornerstone was laid on 4 July 2004 - two years earlier, in a symbolic ceremony. During the first years, the skyscraper was known as Freedom Tower. The skyscraper was inaugurated on the 3 November 2014.

The architect David Childs and Skidmore Owings & Merrill company were commissioned the design of this new skyscraper. The designer had previously created the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, the Willis Tower in Chicago and Jin Mao Tower in China.

Standing 1,776 ft (541 m)-tall, it is currently the sixth highest building in the world. The tallest is in Asia. The rooftop stands 417 meters high, the same measurements as the first tower in the original World Trade Center.

One World Observatory Inaugurated the 29 May 2015, 13 months after the skyscraper was opened to the public, the One World Trade Center observation deck, known as the One World Observatory, has become one of the most popular tourist attractions in New York. It offers unimaginable panoramic views of New York.

The One World Observatory occupies the last three floors of the skyscraper (floors 100 – 102) and reaches a height of 386.5 meters. It is the tallest observatory in New York. The 360° views give visitors a vision of up to 80 km in all directions.

Sadly, unlike the observations decks of the Empire State and Rockefeller Center, the One World Observatory does not have an outdoor terrace, it is all interior with large glass windows. This makes it is harder to get a good photograph and visitors won’t feel the pulse of the city like on the other viewpoints.

Worthwhile, But… If you enjoy modern architecture and want to observe New York City from its new iconic skyscraper, we recommend the One World Observatory. The whole experience, from as soon as you walk inside the building, take the elevator covered by led panels that recreate the growth of the city from it once founded.

This said, the city’s best viewpoints are without a doubt: The Empire State Building Observatory followed by the Top of the Rock, since both offer different sensations. The One World Observatory would be our third favorite.

Skip the Line Tickets The number of tickets is limited by scheduled turns, which means, that visitors must buy their tickets in advance. If not, the waiting line can be several hours long.

To avoid wasting time in tiresome lines, we recommend visitors pre-book tickets. These can be printed out or on downloaded on the smartphone.

Location 285 Fulton Street.

Schedule Open every day of the year: 9am -10pm. On certain dates the landmark closes at 8pm.

Price Adults: US$ 40.28 (€ 37.80) Over 65s: US$ 38.11 (€ 35.70) Children 6-12: US$ 33.75 (€ 31.60) Children under 6: Free.

One World Observatory Tickets US$ 46.82 (€ 43.90)

#one world trade center #one world trade #world trade center #freedom tower #one wtc #fulton street #New York City #new york #city #urban #new-york #manhattan #nofollow #one world observatory

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fixjoy · 4 months

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https://www.reddit.com/r/IT_Software_Net/comments/18hrony/delphi_12_download/

Delphi is the world's most advanced integrated IDE for rapid development, with powerful features and award-winning visual design tools for building high-performance native applications for multiple platforms.

Efficiently use a single codebase to rapidly develop and maintain blazingly fast, visually and technologically impressive apps for billions of users on Windows, macOS, iOS, Android, and Linux. Consistently deliver projects on time and under budget by leveraging database access components, data binding technologies, and best-in-class Windows desktop UI library and get your applications for Windows 11.

Features that deliver 5x development productivity make Delphi a favorite among independent developers and enterprise development teams.

The latest changes in Delphi 12:

SKIA support for UI design in FireMonkeyImproved mobile design with FireMonkeyModernized VCL with reworked MDI and tabbed UIMore Windows APIs for Object PascalSupport for iOS 17, Android 14, macOS Sonoma, Ubuntu 22 LTS, Windows Server 2022Multiline string literals for source codeAnd more

#software #soft cnc #logical #google play #soft moodboard

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qu1etwolf · 1 year

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Dating Game

Chapter 11

The next morning your skin still feels grimy even though you showered twice before going to bed. Sleep didn't happen, not for a lack of trying though. You spent half the night in your bed with the soft comforter up to your chin staring at the ceiling before getting up and trying to find ways to keep your brain occupied. You took a third shower, read a little of the latest time waster romance book you had on your nightstand, made a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on toast, and now you can see the sun poking over the top of the buildings outside your window.

"This is Christine Everhart with WHiH Newsfront. It seems gang violence is ramping up on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen. Police report several bodies recovered from a crime scene this morning…"

You pick up your remote and turn the TV off with a sigh. Maybe if you just pretend none of this ever happened you can go back to your boring life with your quiet routine. No rogue assassins on your doorstep. Only coffee, your morning walk playlists, your quiet job, and your books.

It's difficult to feel anything but numb. Your thoughts are pins and needles and hard to keep ahold of.

A ding blared through the room, a lot louder than it should be. You don't even want to look at it. The thought of facing another person, even digitally, is exhausting.

There's another ding. You look at your phone and realize there was a nearly ten minute gap between the alerts. It felt like seconds.

The screen goes black on your cellphone as you just turn it off instead of checking the messages.

Your feet feel like lead as you walk down the stairs to the door of your restroom. You splash water in your face from the sink, avoiding your own reflection. Last night staring at your tired eyes looking back at you lifted the hairs on the back of your neck. It felt wrong and out of place.

A little while later you have curled back up in your bed and wrapped up in several blankets. There's a chill you can't seem to shake that has sunk into your core. Maybe tomorrow things will be different.

You walk through the glass doors of FuturePharm promptly at eight Monday morning after spending an hour trying to hide your dark circles with layers of concealer and foundation. You are pretty sure you failed. The brilliant white lighting in the building is like a knife to the brain almost immediately.

Walking past the planters with fancy exotic tropical plants that they probably paid a fortune for, you nod at the security guard in the corner. The clicking of your heels on the floor is exaggerated in the quiet of the mostly empty lobby. You plop less than gracefully down into the leather chair behind the large front desk. It only takes you a few minutes to get logged into the system.

The sound of the morning shift walking in pollutes the air. The next forty five minutes consists of scanning employee badges before putting their personals in a basket and passing them to security to check as they file through the metal detector beside your desk. It is repetitive and you zone out while asking for badges, purses, watches, and other items repeatedly.

"Badge please?" you say as you hold out your hand without looking up.

"Excuse me?"

"I need your badge, please, sir. Personal belongings go in the box there." You gesture at the basket beside the metal detector.

"I don't think she knows who I am. Do you not know who I am?" The man’s voice echoes loudly in the nearly empty lobby.

It is at that moment you snap out of your brain fog and finally take in the dark haired man standing on the other side of your desk in his dark grey suit and red and black patterned tie. His eyes are hidden behind very expensive looking sunglasses. Your heart threatens to beat itself out of your chest and your eyes widen.

"Mr. Stark, sir," you squeak out, "I wasn't informed we would have a high profile client in the building today. Of course, of course, here's your guest badge. I will just sign you in here -"

"Don't bother. Williams? Call this woman's boss's boss's boss. I'm sure they expect better out of their employees." He gestures pointedly at one of the few men in his entourage before security allows him and his men to walk past them unbothered.

"Shit, " you sigh to yourself.

You pull your messages up on your screen but nope. There isn’t a single one informing you that Tony fucking Stark is going to come in today. You drag your hands down your tired face and then smile brightly at the woman who places her badge down on the counter a few minutes later.

Badge after badge, check in after check in, you force yourself to focus so you don’t make another mistake. The longer the morning goes, the more difficult it gets to keep up your customer service voice.

The computer makes a loud ding. The emblem for the company messaging system is flashing down in the corner of the screen. Your shoulders tense as you stare at it for a few seconds before dragging your mouse pointer over to click on it.

A little box expands onto your screen. The little notification dot is beside your name. There are company wide chats, department wide chats, and personal ones. The personal ones don't get used very often.

Your shift is over after your lunch break as you are clearly ill and need to take some time off. Melissa will cover the rest of your shift.

Terri Jones, HR

Oh, well that wasn't as bad as expected. You can work with that. The adrenaline leaks out of your system as you let out a heavy sigh.

About half an hour later you pack your things, and say hello and goodbye to Melissa all in the same breath. The cheerful redhead got there earlier than you expected. You check your watch just to make sure. Of course she did. You start the walk back to your apartment. Might as well just eat at home if you don't have to head back to your desk.

You hear a small roar of noise as you round a corner between two buildings. The voices are a jumble of chaos to your ears, you can't pick out what they are saying. What you do see are a hundred or more angry faces and signs with anti-superhero slogans.

Who Are They Avenging?

We Are Just Collateral Damage!

No More Heroes!

Murderers!

Babykillers!

The commotion is currently being held back from spilling into the streets by very stressed members of the NYPD, but only barely. A water bottle full of gravel bounces off of a riot shield on the other side of a hastily constructed fence. The shouting from both sides is so loud the words are jumbled and almost unintelligible. What the hell happened while you were at work? These people are going to spill out into the main streets soon. The crowd is pretty small, but it is growing steadily.

Anti-superhero sentiment isn't as uncommon as people would like to believe it is. Turns out people don’t like to feel inferior.

Ducking down an alley to avoid the commotion, your head spins with the chaos of the day. It’s not even lunch and something seriously wrong is just in the hanging air like a heavy fog. It's palpable. A few people shove past you to go join the crowd of protestors.

The rest of the short walk home is for the most part quiet.

As you climb the stairs, walk down your hallway, and go through your door the only thing you can see in your mind is the faces of the crowd twisted in anger. You drop your bag by the door and flop onto your couch before turning the news on.

Your hand flies to your mouth as you see a crater where the center of a town once was on nearly every channel you come across. As you flip through your channels the ticker tape across the bottom of the screen changes only slightly between them but informs you that at some time in the early morning a superhuman exploded with the strength of a large bomb and took half of a neighborhood in Stamford, Connecticut with him. There are few details provided other than the search for survivors and bodies was ongoing, with several superhumans arriving throughout the day to lend their help. On one channel a news reporter was interviewing Steve Rogers himself, the stress of the disaster settling in the lines on his face.

You sink into your couch as you, unfortunately, land on a channel playing the Daily Bugle report. The anchor is waving his hands erratically as he speaks with blind conviction.

"These people are living among you! We don't know what their abilities are! I have it on good authority that the Avengers themselves were behind the vicious attack on Stamford this morning! This is a disgusting perversion of humanity and must be stopped! What else do we need to happen? People are dead and it is clearly the fault of the likes of Captain America, Iron Man, Spiderman, and these men who think they are Gods! Who else has to die before we stop them? This is J. Jonah Jameson for the Daily Bugle. Stay tuned as we continue to cover this atrocity."

You sit staring blankly at your TV completely lost in your thoughts. There is no way that Jameson's assessment of the disaster is correct. It can't be. You know the Avengers are pretty often reckless, but not the kind of reckless to take down an entire neighborhood.

Your cell phone dings and your attention snaps down at the screen. You have a new email. There are also notifications for the text messages that you ignored yesterday. The little notification blip on your screen just reminds you that you have issues you should probably handle.

You check the texts first and the number they originate from isn't one you recognize.

–I'm sure you know who this is. I know everything that happened was probably a shock. Meet me for dinner? - N–

A message from about 10 minutes later follows that one from the same number.

–Okay, you don't wanna talk. I get it. Just text me at this number. I just want to make sure that you're okay. - N–

You let out a sound that is something between a laugh and a sigh. The feelings from the other night come flooding back in. You can taste the fear, see the blood, and feel the pressure of his lips on yours. The smell of the car exhaust and the noise of the city clouds your senses. Eventually, you drift back to yourself still sitting on your couch in your apartment but it feels unfamiliar and strange. You aren't sure if you want to deal with anyone even remotely associated with superheroes again.

You check the email sitting in your inbox that made you pick your phone up in the first place.

Dear valued employee,

Couldn't even be bothered to use your name? Typical.

We regret to inform you that your position with FuturePharm has been terminated. Attached to this email is a document detailing your generous severance package. Please print, sign, and return the document by the end of the week.

Tom Lancaster

President and CEO of FuturePharm

The phone goes flying across the room in a burst of frustration. If they were going to do this all along then why didn’t they just tell you before you left? A series of frustrated grumbles and growls fall out of your mouth at the thought of having to job hunt again. You had been at FuturePharm for more than a few years.

Your feet drag as you walk over to pick the phone up out of the floor. You flip it around in your hands and there's not a crack in sight. Silver linings, you guess.

You text Natasha back and your nails click hard against the screen.

–Well, I don't have anything else to do. Seems like my day just opened up. Where do you want to meet?-

She responds to you with a location of a small noodle shop not far from the usual coffee place almost immediately. Walking again out in that mess wasn’t an option you were willing to take so Uber it is.

You jump in a quick shower and put on the basics - a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and sneakers. You pull your hair back into a low ponytail because doing anything more than that is exhausting.

Once your Uber arrives you step outside your apartment and lock the door. There is a shiny grey sedan parked on the curb and the man inside waves his hand. You open the back, tell the driver hello and give him the address to the noodle shop. He turns to you and gives you a bright smile. His face youthful with dark curls framing his temples.

"Do you mind if I leave the news on? The stuff going on right now is pretty crazy."

"Sure. Just get me there as quickly as you can and there's a good tip in it for you."

"Will do, ma'am!"

He reaches down and presses the button that turns his radio back on. The newscaster's voice is clear as a bell.

"- still on the scene in Stamford where the current death toll has risen to 589, with several more injured. I'm sad to report that most of these were children as one of the buildings closest to the explosion was Westover Ridge Elementary. Westover had just begun classes when the blast occurred. We will keep you up to date as this situation progresses. Back in local news, the Hells Kitchen murders are still eluding investigators. They would like your help. If you have any information, please dial the tip line at 1-800-274-2465 or the non-emergency police line. Back to Paul for the weather -"

You tuned out the driver's commentary and the droning voice of the meteorologist. The glass of the window is cold against your forehead as you watch the city pass by.

The car lurches to a stop. Several of the protestors you have seen on your walk home from work had filed out into the street. NYPD are trying to herd them back up on the sidewalk. It seems as if they are getting more restless and coming to a frightening tipping point. You could breathe the tension into your lungs and feel it sit there heavy and unmoving. The driver honked at the people scattered in the way as if that would make them move faster.

The second the path is clear the car moves forward, the last few people hurriedly stepping out of the way. Your driver, whose name you learn is Marcus, carries on rather chipper as if he is trying to distract you and himself from the chaos that was seeping its way into the city.

You finally pull up in front of the little corner noodle shop whose name you couldn't read above the door. You must be on the edge of Chinatown.

You get out of the sedan after giving Marcus the decent tip you promised him and walk in the door of the restaurant. The smell of Asian spices and fresh noodles overwhelms your senses. It has a lovely bar running through the center of the room and only a handful of tables along the edges of the walls by the windows. You find Natasha sitting at one in the back of the room, a brightly colored bowl in front of her and a second one on the other side of the table.

She pats her hand on the table in front of her as a gesture for you to sit down.

You make your way through the maze of tables to the back and sit in the chair across from the somber looking redhead. You have never seen her look so depressed since the day you met.

"Hey," you say with a softness to your voice. "Are you okay? You seem a little...off."

"I discovered what FuturePharm was doing behind closed doors finally. And why I got asked to keep an eye on the company. I was monitoring their emails and it seems like they let you go?"

"Yeah. I apparently had an off day on the wrong day and offended Stark. Not that that is difficult to do or anything."

"Can I tell you what that company is up to? We, I mean ‐ Buck and I, we might need your help." She speaks quietly as if she is afraid someone, anyone, would overhear what she is saying. She is almost impossible to recognize in her casual clothing so I'm not sure why she would think anyone is listening in, but I guess in her line of work you can never be too careful.

"Please tell me. I noticed some things there toward the end that I would love an explanation for," you respond, slightly confused.

She places an average looking manilla folder on the table and pushes it across the table.

You flip open the folder and there are dozens of pages full of formulas and chemistry that you don't understand in the slightest. It just looks like jumbled letters and numbers with shorthand notes seemingly in their own coded language. Pushing aside the pages of formulas, you see dossiers on a handful of people, ones you don't recognize. Names, lists of abilities, backgrounds, photos - they all run together after you flip through six or seven of them. Memos with large black bars of redacted text are next.

"Natasha…what is this?"

"I can't go into detail here." Her eyes shift around the empty restaurant before she scoops up the folder and slides it carefully back in her bag. "Let's finish our food and head back to my place. At least I know it's safer."

After several minutes of silently shoveling noodles into your mouth, you couldn't control the thoughts starting to bounce around your head.

What was Tony fucking Stark making? Bio-weapon? Vaccine? Some kind of virus that only infects Hydra agents? No, that one was dumb.

Thoughts swirl around your mind endlessly. It keeps you in a cloud of confusion as you walk to Natasha's pristine BMW, get in, and begin to flit in and out of traffic with ease.

The bright city lights slowly give way to dark narrow streets, square non-descript buildings, and the occasional safe harbor of a streetlight. The city that, up until recently, you felt safe and at home in twinkles like fireflies before the buildings swallow any evidence that it exists.

Natasha taps a small button on the dash. A delivery bay door on the side of one of the smaller factories rattles open. Beyond the heavy garage door is a sloped passage wide enough for a large vehicle to maneuver down if they were careful and watched their side mirrors.

The small space is mildly claustrophobic after the door slams shut behind you. She looks over at you with a wide grin. "Hold on to your ass."

As soon as the car comes to a stop, the concrete under you gives way and descends further under the building like an elevator. You have no way of knowing how deep you have gone once you finally come to a stop. The room beyond the blast doors that open in front of you is large and has a small handful of vehicles parked in seemingly no order at all.

Natasha pulls the car into the space closest to the door, grabs the files, and gets out.

"Well come on then," she says, impatiently tapping her foot, while your eyes take in the vastness of the garage. Her words focus your attention and you get out of the car to follow her past the heavy metal door into the interior of the complex.

After a short walk down a hallway you step through a door into a very warm apartment. Dark leather and mahogany furniture adorn a space easily twice the size of your own. Matte maroon walls with a grey oak floor, it really is exactly what you would expect Natasha to live in.

She places the folders on a tall kitchen table and waits for you to stop gawking at the apartment.

"FuturePharm was moved here from Austin, Texas after the…fiasco that happened down there. Tony bought the company and its nanotech research. Apparently, they never stopped looking for a way to replicate the serum. Tony is trying to refine the Extremis tech with a synthetic serum. No one but Erskine has ever been able to perfect the formula." Natasha wanders around the brightly lit kitchen as she speaks, gathering glasses and filling one with a honey colored bourbon. "Alcohol or..?"

"Water…water is fine," you say before sliding into the tall bar stool style chair while flipping through the folder again, still unable to grasp most of what is on the pages.

Natasha places a small glass of ice water in front of you before perching on a tall chair opposite you at the table. She takes a sip of her drink before continuing.

"I have a favor to ask. Your login information. Do you still have it? I'm sure they have probably already removed it from the system but it's worth a shot. I need to get into their files and see what they are up to and that would be easier than…well, what I usually do."

"Uh, yeah. I guess. This won't come back on me, will it?"

"What do you think I am, sugar? An amateur? You can stay here for a few days, though, just in case while I keep my ear to the ground and make sure….if you'd like, anyway. We have a guest room."

You sigh heavily. "I didn't pack anything."

"That's fine. I can go get some of your things for you."

"Fine. But I want to go on the record to say that I don't like this plan."

"Your opinion has been noted. Write down your info. The faster I get there the faster the chance they haven't deactivated it yet."

You scribble your information in the small notebook that Natasha hands you. She leans down and kisses you on the temple lightly. "Mi casa es su casa. Help yourself to anything. The guest room is through that door on the left there. I just ask that you stay here in the apartment and don't go poking around the rest of the complex. I don't wanna come home to the emergency systems going haywire because you touched the wrong door."

"Got it. Eat all the food, don't leave, sleep in that room over there. Sounds like I'm in a fancy prison, Tash." You chuckle to yourself. What could be so dangerous down here that you need to stay locked away? Wait. You probably don't want the answer to that question.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't wait up. Feel free to ignore Barnes if he ever actually comes home. I haven't seen him since the bar." She hops off the chair and grabs her things in a rush, bolting out the door.

As soon as the door closes, the room gets deathly quiet. You could hear a pin drop. The mention of Bucky's name brings back all of the wild rollercoaster of emotions from the last few weeks. Part of you wishes that man wasn't such a mess. The tangle of red flags wrapped around broad shoulders, chiseled cheekbones, and steel grey eyes is almost worth digging through to see what you can unearth behind those Fort Knox level walls. Doesn't mean you are any less angry at him for his behavior.

You sigh and decide to try and get comfortable instead of letting your mind wander. You spend the next hour or two exploring the guest room - it's pretty sparse, compared to the rest of the apartment. You fix a meager sandwich with what you can scrounge up in the kitchen. With nothing else to do, you curl up on the couch under a quilt you dragged out of the guest room closet and mindlessly flip through the channels on the television.

Knock knock knock

Your mind slowly resurfaces to the sound, looking around frantically at the unfamiliar surroundings before remembering where you are.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Natasha! It's Steve! Open the door!"

You bolt straight up, suddenly fully awake. Should you open the door? What if it's—

"NATASHA! Buck's hurt, come on, open the damn door!"

You scramble over to the door, opening it slightly. The excessively tall blonde on the other side of the door regards you with suspicion.

"You're that Steve? Rogers? Captain fucking America?" you shout somewhere between excited and confused.

He shoves the door wider and reveals one very beat to hell looking James Buchanan Barnes. His clothing is shredded and his skin is mottled with rapidly forming bruises, more than a few deep cuts still oozing blood down skin marred with black smudges and dirt. The one eye that isn't swollen widens a short second before he rasps out "Doll!"

Steve looks from you to Bucky and back again and shakes his head. "One, where is Natasha? Two, who are you? Three, help me get this heavy jerk to the couch."

You wrap an arm around Bucky's waist as he grins lopsided at you. "She's out. I'm…a friend. It's safer for me to be here for a couple days while she chases a lead. What the fuck happened?"

Chapter 12

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All elections including the presidential vote set to take place next spring are technically cancelled under martial law that has been in effect since the conflict began last year.

"We must decide that now is the time of defence, the time of battle, on which the fate of the state and people depends," Zelensky said in his daily address.

He said it was a time for the country to be united, not divided, adding: "I believe that now is not the (right) time for elections."

The frontline between the warring sides has remained mostly static for almost a year despite a much-touted Ukrainian counter-offensive, with Russian forces entrenched in southern and eastern Ukraine.

Officials from the United States and Europe -- Kyiv's key allies -- are reported to have suggested holding negotiations to end the grinding 20-month-old conflict.

But Zelensky has fiercely denied that Ukraine's counter-offensive has hit a stalemate, or that Western countries were leaning on Kyiv to enter talks.

The United States and other supporters have publicly maintained they are ready to back Kyiv with military and financial aid for as long as it takes to defeat Russia.

Global attention has turned to the Middle East since the October 7 Hamas attack on Israel -- and Zelensky has come under increasing pressure.

Art museum hit in Odesa

Russian strikes overnight in the southern Ukrainian region of Odesa left eight people wounded and damaged a historic art museum, Ukrainian officials said, in the latest barrage of drones and missiles.

Three more were injured in a Russian shelling attack on the southern city of Kherson on Monday, as Kyiv doubled down on its warnings that Russia was planning to pummel Ukraine's energy infrastructure ahead of the winter.

Images released by officials from inside the Odesa Fine Arts Museum showed art ripped from the walls of the 19th-century building and windows blown out by the aerial bombardment.

UNESCO said it "strongly condemns the attack" and that "cultural sites must be protected".

On Monday, Zelensky said that Ukrainian forces had successfully destroyed a major Russian ship in the Kerch shipyard in annexed Crimea.

The president, who was elected in 2019, said in September that he was ready to hold national elections next year if necessary, and was in favour of allowing international observers.

Voting could be logistically difficult due to the large number of Ukrainians abroad and soldiers fighting on the front.

Zelensky's approval rating skyrocketed after the war began, but the country's political landscape has been fractious despite the unifying force of the war.

Former presidential aide Oleksiy Arestovych has announced that he would run against his former boss, after criticising Zelensky over the slow pace of the counter-offensive.

Also on Monday, a close advisor to the commander-in-chief of the Ukrainian army, General Valery Zaluzhny, was killed by an explosive hidden inside a birthday gift.

"Under tragic circumstances, my assistant and close friend, Major Gennadiy Chastiakov, was killed," Zaluzhny wrote on Telegram, saying an investigation had been launched.

Ukrainian prosecutors meanwhile said they had formally notified two senior defence officials that they are suspects in a large-scale fraud case involving the purchase of military uniforms.

Ukraine has been fighting an uphill battle against systemic corruption as part of reforms urged by the West for membership to institutions like the European Union.

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Scoped in. Chapter 11. "Deep death, Deep breath."

The early autumn day made it's presence clear, A gust of cold wind sliced past Arty, he clenched his teeth. He boots clacked on the concrete as he hauled a guitar case to the Little Daisy. But Arty is not a musician, not with instruments that is. He snaked around the café towards the garage door. The doors hinges squeaked of poor maintenance. Louis looked up. Arty nodded, Louis did as well. He sat the case into the back of the car with solemn. He sat around as the clock struck 12. He stalked his way to Mitzi's office. He knocked. "Come in." she sounded. Arty did as he was told. "Ok hun, I'll give you the run down. Tonight at 11PM sharp we expect a competitor to make a pick up. Now. We don't like competition, so it's your job to "Quell" the efforts of them. "You'll head out with Rocky & Calvin. We don't want to risk any lives here, so you'll take care of them and the others swipe the booze." You'll make your way to this location." Mitzi pointed to a small hill over looking a county road. Arty choked back the stress of responsibility. Mitzi spoke dismissively "Now go back to work hun, and show at 9."

Arty went forward with his day, orders coming, orders coming. He felt the strangest urge to check the clock. He turned his head. Arty's heart seized as he saw the time's ugly reality. 6:15. Arty rushed almost slipping on the floor as he bolted for the punch clock. His paper left abandoned as he told Ivy he was leaving early for the night. He dodged, dashed, and ducked through the bustling city. he skid on the concrete as he arrived to his apartment building. He got to his door, franticly he tried putting the keys into the lock. He steadied his hand slipping it in and turning the handle he went straight for the closet. He searched in a frenzy. He opted for jeans, suspenders and a broad red tie. he sat his clothes onto the bed hurrying to the shower. He hopped in and hopped out, he began to brush before hurrying to look sharp for her. he placed his toothbrush down and spit. Running out the door he turned making sure it was locked. He hurried to the location of the date. Gustoso. A small family owned establishment only a few blocks from the work place.

He didn't have much time left. He had to be ten minutes early by the latest. He sprinted downtown, avoiding the many hazards on the city's busy streets. He slowed as he stood outside Gutoso, Panting he looked down. His watch read 6:51, he shrugged and walked in. A plump Italian greeted him at the front. "Hello, Name's Marco! How many today Pizano?" Arty choked out the words. "Two, today sir... The other will be joining soon." He watched as the Italian gave him an understanding nod. "This way." He gave Arty a window seat, pretty romantic in his sense. His foot tapped impatiently as a movement caught his eye. There was Lacy, her head low to combat the cold autumn winds. She was the most beautiful thing He'd ever laid his eyes upon. She shot a glance at the window. Arty gave a smile as she entered and sat herself down. The two sat in silence for a few moments before Arty spoke. "So, let's talk about work. How's Wick?" Lacy groaned, thankful that the awkward silence had past. "Oh, don't even get me started." Arty sat pondering. "Well, if you want to talk about it if it's so bad, I'm listening." He interlocked his fingers and laid his elbows onto the table. Lacy gave him a confused look. "No one's told me that before." Time flew by as she ranted on, Arty sat there contempt on listening in on her troubles. He listened and looked, love never leaving his eyes. "That's when Wick says "I was talking to the duck" Like a crazy person!" Arty sat up straight surprised " Wow, I always thought of Wick being a rational man." Lacy gave him a stern look. "That's what they all say." "Well, don't you think It's time to take a break?" Arty asked. Lacy stopped dead in her tracks. "I-I never thought of that..." She pondered on why she never thought of such a simple thing. "What?! With how hard you work you deserve a whole year off! Let alone two weeks." Arty said a line that made her freeze. "Do you ever have any time to yourself?" She sat there contemplating her life. Her restless nights, exhausted days and a needy boss. The cycle she had repeated for so long. Arty just looked on as she sat there, no emotion shown on her face "Lacy?" Arty's question brought her back to reality "Oh, sorry." Arty looked concerned for her. "Why don't you request a vacation. I'm sure Wick would oblige." Lacy had a smile on her face. " Maybe I will do that." Arty took the chance to get to know her better. "With the time off, what would you do, and, what do you do? For fun I mean." Lacy smiled bright, she began. "Well, I play tennis. I'm really good at it too! And let's see... Oh! I love puzzles! I love autumn. It's so beautiful." She rests her head on a fist looking toward the autumn hues outside. Arty got a devilish idea, a grin spread across his face. "It is isn't it. It reminds me of other Beautiful things too." Lacy was flustered by the comment. She gave a smile. "Oh you." They shared a moment as Arty glanced at the clock, panic rushed through him as the clock read 8:54. He got up leaving three dollars on the table for Marco. "Shall we go?" He smirked his arm open waiting for hers. Lacy got up interlocking their arms. He tipped his hat to Marcus as they left the restaurant. He walked her outside, his heart racing, cold anxiety running down his spine. “I really have to go Lacy, It’s getting late.”

"You're not even gonna walk me home?" "I'm sorry Lacy, but I have to go." His arm left her own as he began to leave, he didn’t take not a single step before he was yanked back. He looked at her in confusion. The silence was deafening as the two stood in the falls unforgiving wind. He leaned down “Lacy, I need to-“ His comment ended abruptly as her warm lips connected with his own, A pleasant warmth engulfed Arty, he couldn’t feel the cold. Just her. He leaned into the kiss, his thumb on her cheek. The moment lasted for eternity before Arty disengaged, and disappeared.

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Electronic Arts Transitioning from Origin to EA App for Windows (Details + FAQ)

EA has officially announced that the new EA Desktop App client has left its open beta phase and will soon replace Origin as the primary PC platform. Players can now begin the transition from Origin to EA Desktop, so head to the app page to download!

For over 10 years we’ve welcomed millions of players into our Origin platform, we’ve listened to your feedback and acknowledge the limitations of this platform in a quickly evolving entertainment landscape. So we set out to build EA’s next-generation PC game platform – a faster, more reliable, and more streamlined gaming experience – the best possible place for you to experience EA’s incredible games, services and content.

Mac Players: You may have seen the news about the new EA app for Windows, which will soon replace Origin as EA’s primary PC gaming destination. We understand you may be curious about what this means for you and your fellow Origin for Mac players.

For now, we have no changes to announce. Origin for Mac is still the place you can access your games. As things evolve, we’ll have more information to share in the coming months.

In the meantime, continue enjoying your games through Origin for Mac.

Today, we’re thrilled to announce that the EA app has officially left its open beta phase and will soon replace Origin as our primary PC platform. The EA app is our fastest and lightest PC client to date. With the new streamlined design you will easily find the games and content you’re looking for and discover your new favorite games. With automatic game downloads and background updates you can ensure that your games are ready to play when you are.

You will also be able to build your ultimate friends list by connecting your EA account to other platforms and services like Steam, Xbox and PlayStation. You’ll be easily recognizable with your custom unique ID. Once you’re connected, know what and when your friends are playing so you can jump in and play together.

For our Origin players, we’ve worked hard to make the transition to the EA app as simple as possible. We will be inviting you to make the move soon, and by the time you receive your invite, all your games and content, including games previously installed, will be ready and waiting for you on the EA app. Your local and cloud saves will transfer forward ensuring you can pick up where you left off. Your friends list transfers, too, so you won’t have to worry about remembering all those player IDs.

The EA app is now available for supported Windows PCs. MacOS players – Origin for Mac continues to be the place you can access your games.

We look forward to welcoming you to the EA app!

FAQ

The EA app for Windows is Electronic Arts’ all new, enhanced PC platform, where you can easily play your favorite games. The app provides a streamlined and optimized user interface that gets you into your games faster than ever before.

The EA app is available to all players on a (minimum) 64-bit PC system, running Windows 7, 8, 10, and 11.

The EA app is our latest PC platform, designed with player feedback in mind to be foundational for the future of EA PC gaming. Origin is our legacy client, and will soon be replaced by the EA app.

Yes, the EA app will replace Origin to be our primary platform for downloading and launching PC games.

When you accept the invitation, the EA app download process will begin. Origin will be uninstalled automatically – this ensures you will not experience any conflicts or errors related to having both clients installed on your PC simultaneously. Once you complete the update process, your games and content will be ready for play.

By the time you receive your invite through Origin, all your games, DLC and other content should be ready to launch through the EA app. If you find anything missing from the EA app, please contact us so we can resolve the issue.

No. The games you’ve downloaded through Origin should be ready to launch through the EA app. If you find any of your games, DLC or other content missing from the EA app, please contact us so we can help resolve the issue.

Your EA Account is what you use today to log into Origin – you’ll use the same credentials to login to the EA app.

Yes. Any saved data currently on your PC or saved via Origin’s cloud will transfer.

Yes. Any game that lists in-game hours or achievements will be carried over to the EA app. Head to a game page in the EA app to view your achievements and time spent in that game.

Your Origin friends list automatically transfers over once you log in to the EA app, so you don’t have to worry about remembering all those player IDs.

Your in-game purchases will carry over when you log in to the EA app.

Nothing at all. Origin for Mac is still the place to access and play your games.

We will provide guidance directly through Steam about which app (the EA app or Origin) to download to ensure you can access & play your EA games.

You can contact us here.

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