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Driver!oc X Max Verstappen

Platonic!Driver!oc X the grid

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: google translated french, dutch, cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

A/N: This is a secondary blog so I won't be able to respond but I'm adding you all, just send it in the ask me anything if I missed ou by mistake.

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Winter love

Finally it’s the end of the year break, a couple of months to have fun and let loose, I mean have fun before Covid hits, but no one knows about that yet.

Lando was back in the UK and he kept asking Cecilia to get on the sim for them to race a little in the F1 2019 game.

Lando(on call)

Come on Cece, why won’t you just get on for a little race?

Cecilia

Lando i swear to god how many times do I have to tell you that I have a daughter who I haven’t spent-

Lando/Cecilia

Much time with her and like to spend some-

Cecilia

You’re an asshole

They laughed as she shook her head at his antics, to her Lando felt like the little brother she never had.

Lando

Come on, she sleeps at what? 8?

Cecilia

half past seven

Lando

See, besides you need to keep up your hard work, just because you came 5th in the championship and won Rookie of the year doesn’t mean you can slack off.

Cecilia

Piss off Norris, we just finished last week

Lando

So while everyone is slacking you should be having fun with me, we haven’t done a race in a long time

Cecilia

Fine, I’ll text you when I put Nattie to bed

Lando

Cool, now let me talk to my niece, I miss her

Cecilia

I don’t understand you

Lando

You don't have to

Switching to facetime, Lando talked with Nattie for a while before she had to eat.

True to her words that night Cecilia put Nattie to bed, she read her a story and sang her a song, Nattie fell asleep hugging Cecilia and it took everything for her to leave her asleep and not just spend the night in her daughter’s bed.

She texted Lando that she’ll be ready in a couple minutes. Lando got excited and texted her that he’s ready. Turning on her PS5, she got ready and had discord open on her laptop next to her, it seemed like Lando forgot to tell her that they weren’t going to be the only ones, he had some of his friends and Alex as well, she didn’t really mind, she’s met Lando’s friends in the passing before when they came to the paddock.

Everything was going great, they chose the track, who they’d be playing as, Cecilia of course chose herself. But you can’t have everything, not evening a nice game with your friends.

“Cecilia what the fuck?” Lando shouted down the microphone, his voice hurting her ear, her car stopped and wouldn’t move, making him crash into her, they lost their P3 and P2. as their friends laughed and passed them.

“I’m sorry, I don't know what’s going on!” She tried to make her car move but nothing she did made her car move. “I think my paddles are disconnected, I’ll try to reconnect them, you guys continue without me, I’ll join the next round.”

She tried everything she could, connecting and disconnecting, plugging in and out she even restarted her PS5, but nothing seemed to work.

“Something is wrong with my simulator, it’s not working.” Cecilia sounded stressed, she stood back looking at her setup.

“You’re not backing out to spend time with your family are you?” Alex teased her, she knew he meant Nathalie but with Lando’s friends he was careful.

“No, I think I’m the only one awake, it’s not working, the game won’t turn on anymore, I’m getting stressed.” Cecilia said, and logged off not long after, there’s nothing more she can do at the moment.

Apparently she had to get a new one, she had someone come take a look at it, and she had to order a new one, and who knew how long it’ll take for that to happen. When the pandemic hit, she knew there would be no way she'd get her sim for a long time, which was bad for her, not because she couldn't play with her friends, but because it’s something that kept her in a racing mood, and kept her skills sharp in the down season. So she found herself texting Charles to ask him if she could come by sometimes to get on the sim, but he was quarantining with Charlotte and they met with their separate families, which would make it harder for her, since she didn’t want to really get in contact with too many people, so she turned to Max, the only other driver she had in mind. Lewis was in the UK with his family and there wasn’t an abundance of Drivers she was close to who were in Monaco at the moment.

Setting up time with Max was easy since they were quarenting and there wasn't much anyone could do, with her mask on and a short drive later Cecilia made it to Max’s house, she’s never been there before. Walking in she didn't know what to expect, but he had set up his house pretty nicely.

“Thank you so much Max.” Cecilia thanked Max after greeting him with a hug.

“Hey, I'm happy to help a rival out.” He poked at her, she knew at this point they were more friends than anything else, but still they’ve never really been alone before. So that made her a little nervous, seeing Max in his casual clothes and not his team kit made them distance themselves from their work. For her standing there, they were just two friends.

“I think we’re past that.” She placed her clammy hands in the back pockets of her jeans awkwardly.

“I agree, do you want something to drink?” Mask asked and led her through his penthouse and to the kitchen.

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“So what happened with your simulator?” Max asked and took out a tea box and waved it for Cecilia to see, she gave him a nod and he started the kittle.

“I have no idea, I was mid game with Lando and some other people, and suddenly mid race everything stopped working, I tried everything and nothing worked.” She explained leaning onto the island to watch him, he moved around with ease taking out tea cups and sitting the tea bags in. “Dad called someone in to check it out before lockdown and I just couldn't get it in before then.”

“That's weird.”

“It is what it is, I guess we get to hang out now because of it.” She said with a smile and a shrug, Max gave Cecilia her cup before they moved to the room had his simulator sat in, walking in she laughed when she saw two simulators, not one, admittedly one was more advanced with RedBull logo and the other looked like that once she had at home. “Colour me impressed, Mr. Verstappen.”

“Laugh all you want, but now we can race each other, one on one.” Max looked smug with himself. He had no shame, it came in handy now and he didn’t regret it, I mean he lives here all alone, yes he doesn’t stay home a lot but when he does it does get a little lonely.

“I like the way you think.” Patting his back she walked up to the RedBull one and looked at it before she looked at him with a smile, he couldn't say no to her, he let her try it. Max sat everything up for Cecilia and him and they took turns choosing what circuits to play, both playing as themselves. “Is any of your family here in Monaco?”

“No, no, I just came back from the Netherlands when the lockdown started.” Max said and tried to pass the female driver, but she was blocking him very well.

“It must be lonely being here alone.” Cecilia said thinking about how lonely she’d be if she didn't have her family with her, she’d definitely lose her mind.

“It’s alright.” Max didn’t mind it that much, he got used to it, besides he did call his family and check on them to see how things are over there.

“You should come over sometime, as long as you don’t come in contact with anyone, we have a child at home after all.” Cecilia spared him a look before she passed the chequered flag and won the race.

“It’s okay, but I do want to see Nathalie again.”

“Believe me she does too, I don’t know what you two talked about when you found her but she’s been going on and on about you.” Max smiled and turned to look at Cecilia, she was already facing him, they were finished for the day. “And, if you need more convincing, We have a hell of a gym at home, I mean you’d meet my parents, but they’re chill.”

“I didn’t know you had a gym at home.” Max stood up and Cecilia followed suit, they naturally integrated to the sofa in the back of the room, she sat at one end facing him with her legs tucked under her and her back to the armrest.

“We had everything installed after I gave birth, I needed to get in shape and with how small Nathalie was I couldn’t take her with me, and I didnt want to leave her, not even counting feeding her.” Cecilia said fondly, sometimes she feels like Nathalie is growing up too fast. “Sometimes I miss when she was that small, she was so cute.”

“Do you have some pictures?” Cecilia fished out her phone and went to the album on her phone labelled Nathalie 2017, she had her pictures all categorised with the year. Moving closer they both were sitting side by side as she showed him the photos explaining some of the stories behind them. They went so back in the album, there was a photo of Cecilia on the hospital bed with a newborn Nathalie sleeping on her, skin touching skin, Cecilia looked so tired and sweaty in the photos, to Max she looked so young. “You were 18, right?”

“Yeah, I got pregnant at 17 but gave birth after my 18th.” His admiration for the girl just kept growing, he looked at her and noticed how close they were sitting, their thighs touching, he could smell the perfume she had sprayed. He moved his arm to push back her hair to be able to see her face when he stopped himself and cleared his throat.

“I can’t get over how much she looks like you.” Max said trying to distract himself, Cecilia looked up and their eyes met, they were still close she felt like she could see all the shades of blue with flickers of hazel in his eyes.

“My mum says she’s my twin.” Her voice was soft, both their eyes flickered down to their lips, and just as the thought of how his lips would feel on hers passed her mind, she smiled and leaned back creating distance naturally without leaving any awkwardness between them. Soon after Cecilia left with the promise of coming back again later in the week.

The due kept meeting regularly, and Max started hoping her sim would never get delivered. When their meeting time arrived for the week, Cecilia came in with her mask, a backpack on her shoulder, a bag in one arm and her child in the other. The woman was always thankful for her F1 training. Once Nathalie saw the male driver her three year old legs carried her as fast as she could to the driver. Max leaned down and caught her, pulling her up in his arms and giving her a hug.

“Hello, Thalia.” He greets the three year old, stepping back to let her mother move in the house, he took the bag from her hand in a swift motion.

“Hello Max.” Nathalie said with a smile. “We made you cookies!”

“Oh did you?” Max asked her with a smile, he looked at cecilia and she pointed to the bag in his hand, it had tupperware in it, once her mum knew he was here alone, she gave Cecilia some home cooked food, and since she and Nattie made cookies, they decided to bring some.

“Yes, mummy can eat those.” Cecilia shook her head, the cookies they made were okay for her diet, she did make a patch of normal cookies as well.

“I’m sure I’ll love them.” Sitting her down the girl looked around curiously, she started walking around, giving the adults time to greet each other. “Hey.”

“Hey, she’s a bit hyper and had some cookies when we weren’t looking after we gave her some.” Cecilia said and looked at her daughter, she was a mischievous little thing. “I think she talks to Charles too much, I always catch him encouraging her.”

Cecilia sat her bag on the sofa, and took the bag Max held and walked to his kitchen, her daughter and Max followed suit. It made her chuckle. “Mum made you some food, I hope it’s not too much, but she’s a family woman, always wanting to feed people, I think that’s why my brother is her favourite, since I can’t eat everything she makes.”

“It’s okay, thank her for me.”

“Or you can come by like I asked and thank her yourself.”

“Grand-mère makes good food.” Nattie agreed looking up at the duo, Cecilia ruffled her hair thinking how cute her girl is. “Maman! Stop!”

“Yes Cecilia don’t ruffle her hair.” Shaking her head she continued with getting out the tupperware and placing what needed to be placed in the fridge inside of it.

“Mon ange, do you want to watch a movie?” The girl nodded her head and they moved to the sim room, Cecilia gave her daughter her Ipad where she chose to watch cars, ironically. An hour in Max and Cecilia played 8 tracks with 5 laps in each track, all this playing made them aware of the other’s techniques, it was different from real life, but still with similarities, Cecilia would sometimes push cars off track to try and make Max lose, and he may have cursed or gotten mad at other people but not her, he just shook his head and continued on.

They had a late lunch break before Nattie made them play a game with her, the sugar she had in her system took a couple of hours before she crashed, Max slowly got her up from the floor where she fell asleep and carried her to the guest bedroom, after Cecilia tucked her in they moved once more to the living room, they sun had set and they had dim lights on. Max got a bottle of wine with a cheeky look on his face. He only saw Cecilia drink once and that was at her first win, never again, she would get out with them but never drink.

“I drove here.” She whined, wanting a glass of wine.

“Then stay, Nattie is already sleeping.” Max offered and popped open the bottle.

“I don’t know.” She was unsure, she knows that her and Max have gotten closer and she knows where this friendship is heading, she talked to Charles about it once, and told her to trust her instinct and if she felt like it to go for it, but to her the thinking is different, once she became a mother her way of thinking about things changed 180 degrees, she’s not number one anymore it’s her girl. Even if you push that away, Max is amazing with Nattie that is true, but she can’t get him into that, she can’t be sure if he’ll want to be in Nattie’s life, to be a male figure and possibly a father figure. Besides they are colleagues, with jobs that are under the microscope, the moment the public finds out it will be a shit show, and if they ever broke up then what? How can she stare at him 10 months of the year knowing they had something at one point. Too many things could go wrong, and she’s not ready to put herself or her daughter’s hearts on the line.

“Don’t overthink it.” Max could tell that her mind ran with thoughts too fast for either of them to grasp it. He poured her a glass and held it out to her, reluctantly she took it and took a small sip.

“You're a bad influence.”

“Some would beg to differ.” He responded with his own glass, after a moment of silence, he gathered his courage and asked the question he wanted to ask the moment he found out about Nathalie. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure go ahead, this is good wine by the way.” Cecilia kept her sips small, enjoying the taste.

“Is-is Thalia’s father around?” Cecilia stopped drinking, she just realised that she never talked with Max about it, Max kept his eyes on her, watching her every move waiting for a sign of discomfort.

“He isn’t, he dipped the second I told him I was pregnant.” Cecilia sat with her legs tucked under her once again with her back to the armrest. Her elbow resting on the back of the sofa with her arm holding her head up at her temple, Max also had his back to the end of the sofa. “The fucker left me on my own in a country I know no one in and I only saw his face once since then.”

“What a fucking dickhead.” Max couldn’t understand how some men could just get a girl pregnant and dip, it takes two to tango, knowing that there’s a child out there that is half them and leave them be.

“You can say that again, anyways, he only showed up once with his lawyer, to sign away his rights and told me to keep him out of this, he did try to threaten me.” She laughed remembering the day, Max was confused why she was laughing. “My brother had him almost pissing himself, he’s rich, my ex, extremely so, but my family is richer and more influential so, with one threat to call his dad he had his tail tucked between his legs and left with no fuss.”

“Where does he live?” Max doesn’t know why he asked, maybe he wanted to see if he could find him and maybe just maybe while he’s crossing the road a little something could happen.

“Last I heard in England, he’s British but he has family in Monaco, that’s how we met, he was older than me, thinking back now it was doomed from the start.” Cecilia leaned over and poured herself another glass, and offered to fill Max’s, he too needed another drink. “But you know what, I’d do it again just to have Nathalie, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me, she’s the reason I decided to race again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was a teen when I got pregnant, and maybe yes I was 18 when I gave birth but I was still a teen at heart then too, you don’t just get older the instant your birthday hits, anyways I felt like a teen when I had her and I thought about quitting everything and just focus on us, but I couldn’t I didn’t want her to look back one day and see me give up when it got hard, I didn’t want her to think that having her ended my dream or that I didn’t work hard for it. No way, my mum is a housewife. Her dream was to have a family of her own, mine was to be an F1 driver.”

“Your dream was hard to achieve when you didn’t even have a child.” Max commented, all he wanted to do now is to pull her in for a long hug, to have her in his arms and protect her to help her like her ex should’ve, who’d let a woman like Cecilia slip through their fingers? A blind man in Max’s books.

“That’s true, and at times I thought that maybe I bit more than I can chew, I mean even now, with me coming fifth in the championship, Mclaren still has me on a yearly contract, and Lando got a three year contract.” Shrugging, it bothered her, Mclaren was applauded for being ‘feminists’ and accepting ‘diversity’ when they didn’t treat their drivers the same.

“That’s not fair.” Max frowned, Cecilia just shrugged. “Well RedBull will always be happy to have you.”

“I don’t know about that, you may hate it but Mercedes is where I wish to be.” Cecilia was honest with him, she hoped to one day be part of Mercedes.

“Because of Toto?”

“Yeah, he’s married to Susie so there’s that, she’s been working for years on including more women in the sport, and he’s always had her back at that.” Cecilia explained.

“But you know he likes Lewis so much, he will place him above you when it comes to priority.”

“Like Christain loves you, every team principal prefers one driver, but I feel like my luck there will be better, that’s why I’m going to prove to everyone that I deserve it next year.”

“I know you do.” Max found himself saying. “I’ve always believed in you.”

“Did you?” Cecilia whispered, Max nodded, her cheeks dusted pink. This is it. This is what Max wanted, he wanted to spend time with her talking, he wanted to talk to her before he fell asleep, to share their feelings and thoughts, talk about everything and anything, share things with each other they never did with anyone else. He wanted… he wants to feel less lonely when it’s late at night and he can’t fall asleep, he wants to have someone who he can speak to about everything, share his secrets with, he wants that.

“Yeah, I did, I do.” His tone matched hers, in the silence of the apartment and dim lights her light blue eyes met his darker ones in an enchanting fight, who’ll give up first, both drivers not used to giving up. Cecilia’s eyes ran down his nose to his lip and instinctively, ran her the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip witting it slightly, the tension in the room rose, Max swallowed and fought with himself to say something, change the subject, but evidently he was the loser between the two of them, he took a swing of his glass and finished it, before he leaned over and took hers placing them on the coffee table, Cecilia watched him with bated breath. Her eyes drew him in they were half closed, Max moved like a predator, a man on a mission, he inclined his face towards hers, it took her only a moment to feel his breath on her face before she pushed up and their lips met is a slow almost lazy kiss, their eyes closed as they lost themselves in the moment, her lips soft and already open, Maxed closed his lips around her bottom one, drawing her in, his nose nudged hers, and her arms moved to his hair holding him in place, afraid he’d pull back. Max’s arms moved to hold her waist and face, with the tip of his tongue he could taste the wine they just drank, deciding then that it tasted better coming from her lips.

It’s been years since Cecilia kissed someone, but she’s sure she’s never been kissed like this before. If kisses are supposed to make you feel like this, then she’s never been kissed before, the warmths of Max enveloped her and consumed her. Moving her head, she wanted more of him, wanted him to-

“Maman!” With a startled jump they pulled away from each other, Cecilia looked at Max like a deer caught in headlights, she didn’t say anything before she moved to see what her daughter wanted. She cursed herself for losing her resolve, for not sticking with her decisions, this just got messy. She hid away in the guest room with her daughter, thankfully she had her phone in her pocket and texted her mum that they’re spending the night.

She isn’t ready to face Max in the morning.

Next morning Cecilia wakes up and she raises her head and looks around for Nathalie but she’s nowhere to be found, slowly getting up, she doesn’t bother looking in the mirror, she slept in her jeans and shirt, yeah it wasn’t a comfortable sleep. Just as she places her hand on the knob to open the door, she remembers what happened last night. Fuck it felt so good, being this close to Max, her heart jumped and she felt all soft and tingly, she placed her forehead on the door and closes her head, reliving the moment once again. Shit, I need to focus. She bites her lip and contemplates what to do. She knows that the mature thing is to talk to Max about it and explain her feelings but she doesn’t really want to, she’s not ready to hear what he thinks.

Opening the door she hears Max talking and Nathalie laughing, following their voices she comes to the kitchen, Max was in a pair of shorts and a shirt. Watching them, Max had Nathalie mixing the eggs in a bowl that is too big, but it made it so she wouldn’t spill any of it, Nathalie was sitting on the counter, Max had one hand beside her, something she did so if Nathalie slipped she’d be able to stop her from falling.

“Like this?” Nathalie asked, looking up at the man for approval.

“Yeah, you’re doing amazing.” She wasn’t, but the answer made Nathalie very proud of herself. “What do you usually drink with breakfast?”

“Juice!” Nattie exclaimed, swinging her legs back and forth, Cecilia rolled her eyes.

“More like milk.” Cecilia interjects, she gives Nattie a look. “Don’t lie mon ange, when do you drink juice?”

“After lunch.” Nathalie answered with a pout, her shoulders dropped and she stopped mixing the eggs.

“Why do we do that?” Cecilia asked her moving closer.

“Too much sugar is bad for you.” Nattie said the words she heard a million times before. Nattie can’t handle sugar well, if there’s no fresh juices they usually give her a small glass after she has lunch, which is her biggest meal of the day.

“That’s right, my smart bébé.” Cecilia kisses the side of her head, and turns to look at Max, he had a smile on his face, it made Cecilia’s heart skip a beat, she looked away. “Good morning.”

“Morning, you sleep okay?” Max takes the eggs turns to the stove before he quickly finishes whisking them without Nathalie noticing, and pours it into the pan.

“Yeah, as good as I could in jeans.” Max noticed her crumpled clothes, and her messy hair matching Nathalie’s, like mother like daughter. Cecilia combed through Nattie’s hair with her fingers taming her hair, the only thing different between them is that Nattie had curls while Cecilia’s straight/wavy.

“I can give you some clothes if you want.” Cecilia declines his offers, she planned to leave after breakfast anyway.

“What can I help with?” Cecilia asked.

“No momie we’re making you breakfast.” Nathalie said startling Cecilia who just raised her hands in surrender, Max laughed. Cecilia still stood by her daughter watching Max move around and give Nathalie things to do.

They had breakfast in the kitchen, Cecilia finished eating first, she wasn’t always a fast eater but when you have a child you need to feed and also feed yourself it made her a fast eater. Max and Nattie were still eating so Cecilia took the moment to rinse the plates and place them in the dishwasher, cleaning up the kitchen.

“Mon ange get your things, we need to leave.” Cecilia called for her daughter once she finished eating, she was washing the pan Max used.

“Are we coming back soon momie?” walking to her mother with her begging look that she always used when she needed something, made Cecilia chuckle.

“Maybe.” with a pointed look the girl turned and left the kitchen with a permanent pout. She knows that Nathalie missed meeting people and just having fun with kids her age. Max is the only person she saw out of her parents and her, her brother was in Sweden, quarenting with his wife, kids and her family.

Max silently leaned his back to the counter next to the sink, his eyes not leaving her. Cecilia tried to act like she didn’t notice, but how could she when he was standing so close, her mind flashed to the taste of his lips on hers.

“Are we going to talk about last night?” Max asked her and Cecilia didn’t answer, it isn’t very mature of her but once again she didn’t want to talk about it. “Cilia.”

“What do we need to talk about?” She decided playing dumb is the best thing to do, maybe she’s really dumb.

“Don’t do that.” Max turned off the tab and moved closer, he was serious, sighing Cecilia turned to look at him. “If you regret it, then say it, but I don’t think that you do.”

“It’s not that simple, Max and you know that.” Cecilia replied, her brows furrowed.

“Then let’s make it simple, Cecilia, I like you, do you like me?” Cecilia’s eyes went wide, her cheeks went red, her mouth got dry and she stood there speechless.

“It’s- max, I-I…” She stuttered feeling flustered and warm, a cocktail of emotions that she wanted to untangle, but if she does then so much would change and she doesn’t know if she's ready for that.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, do you like me? Yes or no?” Max asked once again, this time his tone is softer, full of doubt, maybe he misread the situation, maybe she was drunk(of two glasses of wine?), maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing.

“I do, I like you, but it’s not simple.” Cecilia whispered and closed her eyes, Max moved closer.

“I know that you have to think about Thalia-” She cuts him off.

“I do, but it’s not just that, Max we work together, no not together, against each other.” Cecilia said, trying to prove her point, she thought about this a lot and she talked about it with Charles, and she has a feeling that both Charles and Max saw it like each other.

“I thought about those things too, no let me finish, your jumping to the future, since the season is postponed we have time to figure things out, we’ll take it slow, we won’t say anything to anyone and just keep it to ourselves, it wouldn’t be fair to Nathalie if we got in a relationship and then broke up a while later, as for racing, we keep work separate. You’d be happy if I won right?” Cecilia nodded, not daring to say anything. “I would be happy for you too, and that’s all we need from each other on that point, it’s simpler than you think, we’ll just take one thing at a time, you don’t have to bring Thalia with you until you’re sure we’re going to stay together, or that I’m not just playing with you and leaving, because I’m not, I’m not like your ex.”

“I know you’re not.” Cecilia mumbled, yes she doesn't want to end up heartbroken, doesn’t want her daughter to be heartbroken, but she knows Max is different.

“Then give us a chance.” Max pleaded, his hands cupping her cheeks softly, their eyes met and Cecilia’s resolve crumpled.

“Okay, yeah, let’s do it.” Max kissed her forehead softly before he let her go. They finished in the kitchen together before she and Nattie left, with a longer hug than usual, Max closed the door behind them.

His house now empty, he looked around and there was no trace of the two, it made him feel lonely, since he spent the last 24 hours with them he now felt like he was on his own, something that didn’t bother him before. When you taste something sweater and go back to how things were, it makes it harder, but he had to give it time. Dating Cecilia will be bringing so many challenges but he wasn’t one to shy away from challenges, he knows what he wants and he works his ass off to get them.

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crescentfool · 2 months

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so you want to use OBS

hello! i’ve decided to compile information on my OBS setup and some resources that have helped me along the way. this is mostly for personal reference, but maybe others can make use of this information!

some notes before i get into it:

i use OBS for both offline recording and (twitch) streaming. any footage i record is edited using DaVinci Resolve 18, which is free.

most of my OBS captures are of video games (through a USB capture card, specifically elgato), and the occasional screen/application capture (like clip studio paint, and sometimes PC games).

as such, the information here is reflective of these experiences. this post is not comprehensive to all of OBS’s features- this is just an overview of the settings and configurations that are most relevant to me.

with that out of the way, all the information will be under the cut!

Basic Setup

file format:

how to change: settings -> output -> recording -> recording format -> press “apply” once finished!

I save most of my recordings as .mkv files- it supports multi-track audio! i prefer .mkv over .mp4 because if your power goes out, you still have a recording to work with.

.mkv files can be read by DaVinci Resolve without an issue- but for Adobe software, they'll need to be remuxed to .mp4 within OBS! (file -> remux recordings -> press the … to select a file -> press the “remux” button)

video resolution and framerate:

how to change: settings -> video -> output (scaled) resolution

my obs canvas is @ 1920 x 1080p (16:9)

i switch between 720p and 1080p as needed! if you're concerned about space, you can probably just go for 720p. i also record at 30 fps, simply because that’s what my capture card supports.

video bitrate:

how to change: settings -> output -> encoder settings (located in both the streaming and recording tab) -> press “apply” once finished!

bitrate is a bit of a doozy to explain, but the most important thing to know is that bitrate affects your video’s quality. lower numbers = lower quality, while higher numbers = higher quality.

generally speaking, you'll want higher bitrate when you're recording things with high depth of information (e.g. you’d want a higher bitrate for something fast-paced like splatoon, compared to a slower-paced game like animal crossing).

my video bitrate is either set to 3000 or 4000 kbps! and here's some of my other (related) settings while i'm at it:

you can put your bitrate at much higher values than me if you're a stickler for quality- but keep in mind that a higher bitrate means:

bigger file size

more information to upload (when streaming)

your computer will need to encode more

i’d recommend reading twitch’s guidelines on encoding, bitrate, resolution, and framerate to get an idea of what values to pick. for people who are doing offline recording or streaming on a different platform, i suggest googling the appropriate resources!

multi-track audio:

this is mostly applicable to anyone looking to do video editing!

multi-track audio basically allows you to separate your audio sources (e.g. discord, game audio, and your own microphone) into different tracks.

this is an immensely helpful tool because it lets you adjust audio levels in post-production (editing). some examples of how this can be used:

increasing someones microphone volume if they speak too softly

increasing/decreasing game audio

muting swear words/sensitive information

completely muting voice call + microphone if you want to upload a no commentary video

and more!

to set this up, take a look at your audio mixer panel, and press the ⚙ icon. this will bring up advanced audio properties.

by checkmarking a track box, it puts the audio on that track. to make the above screenshot easier to digest:

track 1 consists of ALL three audio sources- desktop, elgato, and microphone.

track 2 only has the microphone audio.

track 3 only has desktop audio (i use this for voice calls)

track 4 only has the elgato capture card audio (game audio). the volume has also been lowered so that any speaking voices can be heard clearly.

tracks 5 and 6 are unused.

you might be wondering, “why do all three of these have 1 checked off?” this is what i call the universal audio track. i recommend having a universal audio track for a few reasons:

when you stream from OBS onto twitch/youtube- you have to select ONE audio track.

it’s also a nice backup in case you didn’t separate your audio correctly.

if for whatever reason you need to move around your individual audio tracks in editing, the universal track acts as a nice reference point.

mark off your audio tracks for each audio source as you see fit! once you’re finished with the advanced audio properties, go to settings > output.

for the streaming tab, you’ll want to have the number of your universal audio track selected. in my case, that will be audio track 1.

for the recording tab, checkmark all the audio tracks that are applicable to you (in my case, audio tracks 1, 2, 3, and 4). by default, only audio track 1 is selected.

if you don’t check off the additional audio tracks in the output > recordings section, you will not have access to those audio tracks in editing, and you won’t be able to edit your audio tracks independently of each other. so don’t forget to do this! 👍

custom browser docks

custom browser docks are a great tool for when you’re streaming and want to have access to your twitch chat and/or activity feed! (or if you wanted to have some other web browser on OBS).

to create one, go to docks -> custom browser docks.

you’ll be given a table interface that asks you to put the dock name and URL. for streamers who want to have chat and alerts available, do the following:

on twitch’s homepage, go to the upper right and click your icon

then, click creator dashboard

once you’re on your dashboard, go to stream manager

click the vertical “...” on my chat OR activity feed.

press “pop-out chat” OR “pop-out activity feed”

copy and paste the link into the table back into OBS

press apply once you’re done

click and drag the docks around at your leisure to put them where you like!

if you ever decide you don’t want to have something on your OBS dock (or want to bring something back), go to the toolbar, click “docks,” and click the appropriate dock!

third party things

a section of optional things that you may enjoy having.

streamlabs alerts

this is basically for anyone who streams and wants to have their chat and/or follower notifications visualized on screen!

streamlab alerts can be added to OBS by adding a browser source into your scene, and the specifics can be customized on streamlabs itself. it’s pretty self-explanatory, so i’ll just leave a link to streamlabs website, where you can log in using the streaming platform of your choice: https://streamlabs.com/

discord overlay

this is a browser source that can be set up to show people who are in a server's voice chat and who speaks. i recommend this to people who make multiplayer content- it can help viewers distinguish who is who but also it can be helpful in editing.

to set this up, go to https://streamkit.discord.com/overlay, click “install for OBS,” and after logging in with discord, go to “voice widget” and click the server and voice channel you want.

you are able to apply CSS if you'd like more control over the visuals, but the standard layout tends to work fine for me! a search of “discord overlay css” on youtube can help you get more information.

veadotube mini

this is a pngtuber software that a friend recommended to me! no webcam is required- mouth opening and closing is based on your microphone input!

you can download it here (it’s pay what you want!): https://olmewe.itch.io/veadotube-mini

for a proper tutorial on how to use it, i recommend checking out the app's documentation, which you can read here: https://veado.tube/help/

source record

have you ever wanted to stream something with a chat overlay/layout, but wanted your recording to ONLY be the gameplay? or maybe you wanted to record BOTH your gameplay AND your webcam so that you can have a crisp zoom-in on your webcam!

source record is a third party plugin that can help you with that!

the general gist of source record involves applying the “source record” filter on either a scene or source, and customizing the encoding settings accordingly. the exact details of how to set it up is beyond the scope of this post, so I'll just direct people to this video instead (it was very helpful to me):

youtube

⚠ a quick note about source record: this plugin can be intense for your computer. be sure to do test recordings and the like to see what your computer can handle (and see if the recordings come out the way you like). it took me a few tests before i settled onto something i liked!

you can download and install source record here: https://obsproject.com/forum/resources/source-record.1285/

vdo.ninja

have you ever wanted to do a collaborative video or stream where you feature someone else’s video on your stream? or maybe you’re doing a multi-person streaming event! vdo.ninja is the perfect tool for you!

vdo.ninja turns your OBS virtual camera into a browser source link- which your collaborator can add on their stream! this is a new tool that i’ve added to my arsenal recently- since my friend and i are planning to stream a side order challenge together! i’ve still got to iron it out a bit more, but i like what i’ve used of it so far.

try it out for yourself at their website here (with documentation and demos available on the homepage!): https://vdo.ninja/ (no downloads required!)

ok! i’m set up! what now?

and with that, that’s all of the settings and tools that i thought would be worth mentioning! while most of my setup was written with video games in mind, some of these plugins and setups may be applicable to other types of videos (e.g. tabletop gaming with a physical camera)!

now that i’ve outlined all these settings, i have one more thing i have to say: regardless of what you're using OBS for, do a test recording before doing anything “official” with it. this recording can be as short as 30 seconds. it’s a good habit to develop that can make sure your streams/recordings turn out the way you want them to!

here are the kinds of things i like to check! it’s not an exhaustive list, but this can be a starting point:

video:

does my video look the way i want it to (and can my computer handle that)?

can my computer handle the load of encoding? - OBS will note in the bottom if the encoding is overloaded. if it can’t handle it, turn down your bitrate or adjust other encoding settings (e.g. i had to toggle psycho visual tuning OFF because it was causing lag)

this is especially the case if you're recording PC games- you don’t want to have slowdown on either your game or the recording!

audio:

are my audio sources (e.g. desktop audio and microphone) correct? - if you plug/unplug devices a lot, be sure to check this (settings -> audio).

are any of my audio sources muted? - make sure you don’t have anything on 🔇 if you don’t want it to be muted! otherwise the audio will be lost forever… (i lost my friend’s VC audio once… it was sad)

are my audio tracks separated properly? - requires you to boot up your editing software, but it's worth doing! for the test recording, just have something from all your sources playing at once, and see if your editor has things separated into tracks.

can i hear the voices clearly? or does the music and/or game overpower them?

if for whatever reason your OBS crashes, or you want more information on anything “critical” or “warning” worthy in your set-up, you can go to help > log files > upload current log file > analyze. crash logs currently can’t be analyzed by the log analyzer- but they’re a valuable tool when asking for help on the OBS forums!

and that’s all! for real, this time. i hope that some of these tools and settings can help anyone wanting to get more out of OBS. there’s definitely other things i didn’t touch upon (e.g. audio filters for noise compression, suppression, etc.), so i suggest doing your own research and trying things out!

happy recording/streaming, and thanks for reading! ✨

#lizzy speaks #this was a fun little write up!! i've been slowly getting some of my friends into video making teehee and its SO FUN!!!#(digital) video is like one of my other passions next to art. everyone say thank you splatoon for getting me back into it again <3 #i've been using obs since like 2018 so i wanted to share some of the things i learned for funsies... i really love video...#but also i like having reference posts like this in the case people have questions they want to ask me...#because i don't always remember what video tutorials i watched and it's nice to document that somewhere...#warning to anyone who reads it this is like 2.1k words. i do want to stress that this isn't comprehensive but there's still a lot of info #that i wanted to put for this post...! that said topics like designing your own stream layout + assets for it are NOT in the scope of this #post and nor is this a beginner's guide to obs (i wrote this with the assumption that you know how to record and/or stream and that-#people already have an idea of how to use scenes and the different types of sources obs can use).#i hope everyone's had a lovely march 5th! i would love to look at the fanart but im still not done with reload...#but im hoping to finish it by the end of the month!!! yipee!!!#Youtube

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gaysindistress · 8 months

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As Good a Reason - six

pairing: ⚠️Dark!Mob!Bucky⚠️ x reader

summary: when Brock Rumlow picks a fight he can’t win with the White Wolf, he drags his Snake back. Six years after she ran away, Y/N Rumlow is faced with a choice to make; do as she’s told and kill the White Wolf or overtake her father instead because spite’s as good a reason to take his power?

warnings: ⚠️Dark!Mob!Bucky⚠️, cursing, Y/N getting slapped and being held at gunpoint, this part gets dark so please read with caution, mentions of creepy fathers (aka Brock all of time), feral Bucky, character death (two to be exact)

word count: 3k

A/n: Im moving states this weekend so the next parts are going to be delayed. I won’t be posting Monday or Wednesday but after that, it should go back to normal!

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest. The women in the banners are not how Y/N is supposed to look. They are merely for aesthetic purposes and Y/N is written for anyone to see themselves in her.

“Hel…Hello?” Victoria stutters into the phone with her eyes trained on her father. He nods, urging her to stay on the phone and keep talking like they’re negotiating the release of a hostage.

“Is that you, Victoria Marie?” the other voice asks with a sinister smile in their voice.

“Let me talk to Y/N.”

The voice hums, thinking about the imaginary options they have before settling on a monotone, “No.”

“Please…” she pauses, looking to Brock for the name, “James. I just want to make sure she’s okay.” “If anything, she’s the one who needs to see if YOU’RE okay.”

“Then let me talk to her.”

James sucks his teeth for a moment, “I’m assuming Daddy dearest is next to you.”

Brock shakes his head, telling Victoria to say no and she does.

“Don’t lie to me, Vikki. I don’t like when people lie to me.”

Victoria corrects her mistake before Brock can stop her and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Good girl,” he ends his portion of the call and assumingly passes the phone off to Y/N.

“Vic?”

“Y/N oh my god, are you okay?” she asks frantically.

“I’m fine,” the strain is evident in Y/N’s voice but she keeps a collected composure, “how are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m in a little pain but I’m okay.”

“Good. That’s good to hear.”

“Y/N, come home. Please, it's not safe. Dad told me..”

The woman on the other side interrupts her sister, “Dad?”

Victoria freezes but keeps up with her ardent pleading with Y/N to come home, find a way around it all, and get to safety. Y/N listens but doesn’t acknowledge a thing her sister is saying for it’s all lies. The moment Victoria said dad instead of “our father” or “Brock”, she knew that something was up and anything that was about to come out of her mouth would be a direct copy of whatever Brock forced her to rehearse.

James reaches over and presses the mute button before saying what they’re both thinking, “It’s a setup.”

“Clearly.”

He rolls his own eyes, “Get her to agree to a meeting.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you need a way into his house,” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing and unmutes their side before she can answer.

“Y/N, seriously please come home,” Victoria’s voice cracks with emotion as she finishes her tearful statement.

“James won’t let me without a meeting between him and Brock.”

“Okay! We can set that up.”

James feeds her the details;

Two days from now, 8pm sharp at the Rumlow house.

Victoria agress on her father’s behalf and both sisters, acting as mouthpieces for the men controlling them, say their goodbyes before hanging up.

James takes the phone from Y/N and gives her his permanent wolfish grin.

“I’m proud of you.”

She deflates into her chair, sinking into it and trying to make herself appear smaller so as to not be seen by his watchful eye. However under the eye of this wolf, there is nothing that goes unnoticed by him, especially not his favorite little snake.

“What’s wrong?” he tries to fake concern but it falls flat.

“Nothing.”

“Try again.”

Y/N sits up and leans forward as she over enunciates the word, “Nothing.”

Mimicking her actions, he leans forward too and meets her on her level, “Try again, little snake.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

With as much disgust as she can, she spits out, “Because I’m not your little snake. I’m no one’s snake.”

His grin turns sour and a sinister look takes over his face, one that he dons when the White Wolf controls his actions. He goes from charming to alarming in seconds but Y/N has come to learn that showing fear will only end badly for her so she matches it as best as she can. They stare at each other, waiting for the other back down but neither do. She can sense his hands itching to make a physical attack but they stay in his lap as long as she doesn’t move. It’s similar to how a wolf might stalk its prey; waiting for the kill shot but she is not a bunny to be eaten.

She is the Snake after all; quiet and patient, waiting for the moment to strike.

James relents and sits back into his seat with a look she can’t figure out. There is no anger but there is no joy. There is not a hint of anything that might give her a clue to what he’s feeling but his next sentence clues her into exactly what’s brewing beneath the surface.

“That’s where you’re wrong. You are because you’re mine.”

“We’ll see,” she ends the conversation and gets up, leaving him to fume at the idea that’s resisting him even more than before.

Mere days ago she would’ve jumped at the chance to be with him however the more he tries to control her, the less she wants to submit. The more he exercises what power he has over her, the more that she's going to fight to get away.

But then again this isn’t the average man and her push back only makes him want her more.

“I need you. Now.”

Steve raises his brows with a smirk and glances at Sam who matches his expression. Y/N rolls her eyes and disappears back into the dark hallway she came from.

“Now.”

He follows after with a swagger in his step and it reaches his head when she slams him against the wall. He lets out a deep chuckle, craning his head up to avoid the blade that rests under his jaw.

“Kinky.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not trying to sleep you, you filthy pig,” she sneers at him, pressing the blade further into the soft skin, “I need a favor.”

“A favor?” he parrots back as his eyes dart down to her lips.

“Before the meeting, I’m going to sneak in and get my siblings out. I need you to get them to safety.”

“Why would I do that?” “Because I will slit your throat right now if you say no,” she says, pressing the knife hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.

Steve freezes and grimaces at the feeling before agreeing, “Okay, okay. I’ll do it. I’ll even get Sam to help.”

She flashes him a devilish smile and backs away, keeping the knife pointed at him.

“That’s not the only thing you’re planning on doing is it?” he asks as he touches the wound she made, drawing his fingers away and making a face at the blood that’s dripping down his fingers.

“You might want to get a bandaid,” she throws at him as she turns, leaving him alone in the hallways and disappears into the shadows of the prison they call home.

Cyanide wasn’t her first choice.

If she had her way, she would’ve picked something that took longer so she could watch Brock slowly lose control over his own body. It would’ve brought her great joy to watch him lose the control that he exercised over everyone else but she didn’t have that time.

Cyanide acted fast, too fact for some but for the Snake, it would work just fine.

The little glass bottle is tucked into the breast pocket of her vest, the safest place it could be until it found its rightful place in Brock’s body. Her feet make no sound as she drops from the window into his office. Just like she had hoped, it’s empty, save for her generational anger and spite.

Beyond the doors, she can hear his voice and John’s arguing over something that seems insignificant in comparison to what she;s doing. Within seconds, she spots the glass bottle filled with his favorite amber liquid and she’s pulling off the cap before she lets out her first breath. Taking out the bottle and taking off the cap, she’s pouring the pale blue poison into the bottle as she lets out her second breath. On her third, she’s putting the bottle back and slipping back out the window.

Inching her way across the ledge, she drops herself onto Victoria’s balcony where Steve is waiting for her. He goes to ask her what she was doing but he doesn’t get the chance. Y/N is picking the lock and pushing open the door in a matter of seconds. Something sits horribly wrong with him but he doesn’t have the time to question it.

Laying in her bed is Victoria covered in bandages and with numerous machines around her. Y/N wrinkles her nose at the sight, willing her tears to absorb back into her body. Sam opens the bedroom doors to the sight of Steve pointing a gun at her; however , it's dropped when the threat of Brock proves to be false. Wordlessly the three work to undo whatever is holding Victoria to the bed and Steve scoops her up into his arms as Y/N slips back out of the french doors.

In the next room, Sam meets her as she’s whispering, arguing with Niklaus.

“What? Are you stupid?” Niklaus growls at her as she levels her signature bored look at him.

“Go with him. Now. He’ll get you out of here before all hell breaks loose,” she tells him as she pushes him towards the door. He keeps trying to argue with her and she’s not having it. When he’s too preoccupied to worry about Sam taking him, she stabs a syringe into his neck and he goes limp in Sam’s arms.

“Jesus, was that really necessary?” Sam groans as he lugs Niklaus’ limp body onto his shoulders.

“Oh I’m sorry did you want Brock to hear him and catch us?”

He glares at her and keeps his mouth shut as he makes his way back towards the entrance. Y/N slips into her old room and finds clothes to change into. Re Emerging from the room dressed in loose fitting cargo pants, a white shirt, and a dark wash jean jacket, she spots John at the top of the staircase. She throws herself against the wall and hopes to whatever god is listening that he didn’t see her.

Her prayers are ignored.

“Y/N?” he asks as he peers at where he saw her and makes his way in that direction. She tries to slip back into her room but the clicking of the lock tips him off to her location and he grabs her by the wrist, yanking towards him. He traps her hands in one of his and with the other points his gun at her. Narrowing his blue eyes at her, hurt and betrayal flashes before he can turn him into a wall of stone.

“What are you doing here?” “There’s a meeting about to take place.” “What are you doing here?” he asks again.

She repeats her first answer much to his dismay but he lets it go to further question her, “How could you take his side?”

That hurt and betrayal from earlier sneaks into his voice and it takes all her strength to not roll her eyes at him. The cold gun against her temple isn’t a bad reminder either to not piss him off.

“I didn’t exactly have a choice.”

“You always have a choice,” his voice wobbles as he grows more emotional and his grip grows tighter, “We could’ve gotten Victoria and Klaus back without you making that stupid deal. You didn’t have to do this!”

The more frantic he becomes, the harder the barrel digs into her skin and she winces at the feeling. Her reaction shakes him back to reality and he lowers the gun.

“I… I’m sorry,” he tells her as tucks his gun away and uses his free hand to caress her face, “I was so worried about you. All the things I heard about him, I just.. I was so scared for you. Did he…hurt you? Touch you?” She suppresses the urge to cringe at the feeling and puts on a sincere face, “No, he didn’t do anything.”

John smiles a little, “Good. I’d have to kill him if he did.”

Y/N looks down in disgust but he mistakes it as something else and leads her by her chin to look back up at him. Her worst nightmare comes true as he leans down to kiss her. His rough lips try to get her to kiss him back and she opens her mouth as he tries to deepen the kiss.

A fatal mistake for him.

Biting down as hard as she can, her teeth tear into his bottom lip and blood rushes forward. He jerks away in pain and touches his bleeding lip as he can’t believe that she would do that. He’s met with the sight of her smiling with his blood dripping from her lips and it strokes a fire long dead inside him. He back hands her so hard that her cheek splits and she falls to the ground. The ring his father gave him just before he died glistens with her blood but he doesn’t care.

“You bitch,” he growls at her and goes to yank her up but another pair of hands pull her up and away from him.

The voice she dreaded the most pretended to soothe and comfort her, “It’s, okay, baby girl. Dad’s here.”

Her mother never cried a lot. She took the punches and violent threats that Brock threw at her but she never fought back. Y/N used to hate her mother for it, wishing that she would’ve done something to help her children but she never did. Jasmine always nursed her wounds in secret and put on a brave face for her daughter and her siblings. In hindsight, Y/N knew that she had no choice but to endure for the safety of her children. Fighting back meant that his wrath would be directed at them and a punch hurt a child more than a grown woman. One night after a practically bad lashing, Jasmine held Y/N and wept for hours on end.

As she wept, she told her daughter that “someone who loves you wouldn’t do this.”

Now Y/N knew that to be turned and it took everything in her to now scream, cry, fight with all of her might to get out of her father’s arms.

Holding her in a bruising grip, Brock pretends to comfort her and whispers threats veiled as reassurance into her hair as he walks to the office. John is grumbling behind them as he holds a handkerchief to his bleeding lip but no such thing was offered to her as her cheek bleeds as well. It stains the dark fabric of Brock’s shirt but whether he notices or cares, she can’t be sure.

James and Steve are waiting for them in the office, sitting as they exchange words in another language. Steve stops mid sentence when he sees the trio walking in and James follows his line of sight with fire in his pale blue eyes. He licks his lips as he reigns in his emotions and settles into his chair against the wishes of his heart. Or what’s left of it.

Brock makes a show of seating Y/N in his chair and tends to her wounds, a cut on her cheek from John’s ring. Steve looks to his boss for his reaction and to his surprise, there is only a murderous look upon his face.

James knows better than to make a comment about it and instead moves to the top of the meeting, “How do you propose we solve our ‘little’ tiff?”

Brock lets out a deep sigh as he places a bandaid on her cheek, pushing too hard as he does so, “Give me my daughter back.”

“No. I like her, I want to keep her.”

“She isn’t a toy, Mr.Barnes. She’s a human.”

“I never said she wasn’t,” James says cooly, “But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want to give her up and especially not to a man like you.”

Brock’s jaw tightens as he turns to face James, “What do you want for her?”

A wolfish smirk, feral and dangerous, spreads on his plump lips, “Your head.”

“My what?”

“You heard me.”

Brock scoffs at his request, “That’s ridiculous.”

“So is the way that you hunted her for six years but never found her until I gave you a shred of information,” James mocks him as he stands.

Y/N’s eyes narrow at the revelation. He had led Brock to her? “I knew where she was the whole time.” her father counters.

James shrugs his shoulders but the pure predator look doesn’t leave his unnatural eyes, “You know what else is ridiculous? The fact that I can see the disgusting thoughts that you think when you see her in your eyes.”

Brock doesn’t answer and shakes his head to wordlessly combat the accusation.

“We can all see it. For a man who claims to be her father, you sure would end up in hell for the thoughts that pass through your mind.”

Y/N can’t tell if he is telling the truth or just riling up her father but either way she sees her chance to slip away. Steve is faster than John and has him on his knees within seconds as she rushes to stand behind James. Instead of tucking her behind him like she had hoped, he pins her back to his chest and presses a knife she hadn’t seen to her neck. His hot breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine but her body goes completely still when the knife makes a small cut in her soft skin. Breathing hard to keep the fear below the surface, Y/N squeezes her eyes shut and wills herself to keep breathing. James licks up the blood that trails down her neck and she can almost feel the sinister intentions that he has.

“She’s sweet, sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted,” he looks Brock directly in the eye as he chuckles and wipes her blood from her lips, “I can see why you wanted her.”

“You’re sick.”

He shrugs, “maybe but there’s no one worse than you, Brock. You didn’t even try to deny it.”

Y/N trembles in his arms and he quietly shushes her before diving back into his onslaught on Brock, “Do you know things I’ve heard about you? I would tell everyone all of the awful things you’ve done but I think you should. There’s nothing better than the monster admitting to their own wrong doings. So go on, tell everyone all of the terrible and disgusting things you’ve done.”

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brock tries to protect himself but it’s no use against the White Wolf.

“No?” James parrots, “Did you forget? Did it slip your mind that you’ve kidnapped and beaten your children's mothers? Or did you forget that you killed all three of their mothers because they weren’t compliant anymore? Or was it that you’ve abused your children in too many ways to count?

“I didn’t do any of that.”

“You can’t lie your way out of this.”

“It’s not lying if it’s not true.”

“Tony Stark would say differently.”

Brock visibly freezes at the mention of that name.

“He told me everything: everything you did to LeeAnn, Elena, and Jasmine. Oh Jasmine, you were the devil to that poor woman,” James cranes his neck to look at Y/N, “Why don’t you tell your DAUGHTER what you did to Jasmine?”

Brock locks his jaw and stares ahead without a word.

Y/N deflates in his arms but he grips her tighter so she doesn’t fall.

“Do you want me to do it? I won’t be nice if I do it.” “I didn’t do anything to that bitch that she didn’t deserve.”

James tuts at him, “now is that any way to talk about your dead wife? Oh wait, she wasn’t your wife, she was Tony’s wife. You got jealous and took her because why would anyone not want you? I can’t imagine how angry you must have been when you found out she was pregnant with his child, a sweet baby girl. That’s why you killed him, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N whispers to herself more than anything.

James leans closer to her ear, “Brock killed your parents.”

A single tear falls down her face and she allows herself to find comfort in the man behind her. She turns to hide her face in his chest and she can feel it swell with triumph at her actions.

Brock tries to defend himself but James will not have it, “No. There is nothing on God's green earth that could excuse that transgression. I hope for your sake that Y/N gets to you before I do because I demand a pound of flesh for what you did to her.”

Brock clenched his jaw and the muscles flex as he mulls over the threat in James’ words.

Satisfied with the fear he’s planted in Brock, James turns his attention to Y/N and inspects the damage to her face. “Who did this to you?” he mummers into her ear as he presses gentle kisses to the broken flesh.

She tells him what he wants and feels him make a gesture to Steve. John tries to plead with him to save his life but Steve’s cold heart does not care for his words and a shot rings out. She flinches, earning her a tighter hug from James and more promises to keep reconciling the wrongs that have been done to her.

“What do you want from me?” Brock’s words are muffled to her ears but James’ voice is crystal clear.

“Ideally you’d kill yourself but I don’t see that happening so I’ll settle for letting you disappear. Get out of New York and find a hole to crawl into for the rest of your life. If I hear so much as one whisper about you, I will hunt you down, drag your pathetic ass out of hiding, and butcher you like the pig that you are.”

“I’ll do it but I want my daughter back.”

“No,” the harsh word rumbles in James’ chest.

“I want my daughter back,” He tries again.

“You have two hours to get out.”

With that James, Steve, and Y/N walk out of the office, leaving Brock to lick his wounds and plan a way to get out before the White Wolf returns.

However it doesn’t take two hours for Brock's life to come to an end.

Fuming that he’s lost, he pours a drink of his favored amber drink. A bitter almond taste fills his mouth and he spits it out as the horror sets in. His body starts to betray him and he begins to lose control of it. Twitching and seizing, Brock cries out in his mind as the poison takes over. He falls from his chair, landing with a thud on the ground as foam leaks out of his mouth.

The Snake struck without him noticing and now he has paid the price.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #mob au #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel #mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #as good a reason bucky barnes

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kib-ble · 1 year

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ok so im here again i hope u still have requests open SO:

lets say konig gets back from a mission RIGHT? andd since its hes busy with missions he forgets its his birthday. ok and he comes home and reader surpises him :') WITH A CAKE AND EVERYTHING

maybe a pet cat or dog as a present??? who knows 😋

(i personally see him as both a cat and dog person)

YES ABSOLUTELY YES OMG

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTEEE I CANTTTT

*ps, all translations were made in google translate, if they’re wrong, i apologize!!*

(könig x reader)

the amount of decorations you had managed to put up in the span of 2 hours was quite surprising. the other hour you spent making sure a cake would be ready when könig got home. he was unexpectedly put on leave and he had texted you to let you know since it would most likely be dark by the time he got home.

the small cat you had picked out from the animal shelter sat on his small bed next to the couch, watching the balloons move in the air.

the smell of the take out you got for the both of you wafted through the air, making you hungry and the small cake you got with the correct number of candles to match his age sat on the counter.

he told you he’d be home in about half an hour, giving you time to fix any small details in the decorations you could find. the food was laid nicely on the table and you put the cat back in the carrier ti surprise him later.

with your back turned away from the door and you too focused on the table setup, you never noticed the door open and close. you did notice, however, the sound of a large bag hitting the floor, which made you turn around. you were supposed to have 10 minutes left before he came home.

konigs brown eyes looked around at all the decorations that surrounded you. his hands took off his mask as he walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“schatz..” his voice broke and he pulled you tighter to him, “you didn’t have to do all this..”

you pulled away slightly to look at his face. some tears swarmed his eyes as he looked into yours, a smile had appeared aswell, making you smile.

“anything for my king.”

konig pulled your face close, pressing his lips softly against yours. the kiss lasted a while with both of you pulling apart breathless.

“why don’t you get changed and i’ll grab your present, then we can eat?”

“you got me a present?” his eyes lit up once again, earning a small laugh from you.

“yes, but you need to get changed in order to get it.”

konig nodded then quickly rushed to get changed. you grabbed the cat carrier from the other room, setting it on a chair where it would be hidden from konig until you gave it to him.

he came back soon, all changed and comfy. “couch. sit. close your eyes please.”

he sat in the couch, closing his eyes. you grabbed the carrier and set it next to him. “open.”

his eyes opened to see the small black carrier. his hand opened the door and the kitten came out almost immediately.

“oh, honig (honey, i didn’t know that either).” konig picked up the call then placed him on his lap. the kitten snuggled into him, purring as konig scratched behind his ears.

“i can’t believe you remembered..” he spoke quietly.

“remembered you liked cats or remembered your birthday?”

“my birthday.. even i forgot.”

you sat next to him on the couch, holding onto his arm as your head dropped onto his shoulder. “baby, i would never forget. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, schatz”

“happy birthday konig.”

“thank you.” he kissed your head, then laid his ontop of yours.

“oh! i almost forgot.” jumping off the couch and running to the kitchen, your grabbed the cake. konig stood and watched you, still holding his new kitten. “surprise!” you held the cake down so he could see the writing, ‘happy birthday, king!’

he continued to smile as he watched you set the cake back down. slowly, he made his way toward you, setting the cat down in the process, and picking you up, holding you as close as possible to him. “danke meine, liebe”

(thank you, my love)

#cod mwii x reader #kibble writes cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #konig modern warfare #könig x reader #cod x reader #reader x könig #cod konig

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bad268 · 6 months

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Approval (Felipe Drugovich X Stroll! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Day 29 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 358

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Materlist

~~(^Google/"Who is Felipe" article)

“Am I going to get fired?” Was not the question I was expecting as soon as I walked into the Aston Martin garage today. “I heard Lance talking about us, so is your dad going to fire me now?”

“What? No…?” I replied, unsure of myself as I tried to gather all of the information. “What do you mean Lance was talking about us?”

“He texted you when I was looking through your music,” Lance appeared behind Felipe causing him to jump behind me as if I was going to shield him. “Don’t worry, I think you’re cute, so I approve.”

“Thanks, but I wasn't worried about you,” I responded before muttering, “No offense.”

“None taken,” He replies sarcastically, “You just want Dad’s approval. I see how it is.”

“No, I care about your opinion, I swear,” I laughed, going over to hug Lance. “It’s just…you know…his opinion matters more. You’re my brother, it’s just different.”

Lance, jokingly, grumbled about not mattering before heading toward the cars for some last-minute setup before the race. I turned around to meet Felipe’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m glad at least some of your family likes me,” Felipe chuckled quietly as he leaned his head to rest on top of my head. “I think the only one that doesn’t know by now is your dad.”

“Makes me feel better? Who was the one freaking out that they were going to get fired earlier?” I pointed out in disbelief.

“Who’s getting fired?” A new voice echos from the doorway. Immediately, I could feel Felipe tense up as his eyes widened and he dropped his arms.

“No one’s getting fired if I have any say, Dad,” I groaned as I pulled away from Felipe to face him. I smiled sweetly at my dad as I grabbed Felipe’s arm to pull him next to me. “I want to introduce you to Felipe.”

“My reserve driver?” He laughed, confused.

“No, my boyfriend,” I replied simply, seeing his eyes flicker between to two of us.

“No,” he gasped in disbelief.

“Yes,” I threw back immediately.

~~~~~

#felipe drugovich x reader #writing inktober 2023 #bad268 #felipe drugovich #formula 1 #f1 #ship268 #thing268

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fullyvisible · 9 months

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I found it interesting/useful to make a list of all the songs in Heartstopper Season One paired with what's happening in the show while the song plays, so I decided to do the same for Season Two! Obviously, spoilers ahead:

1. Shatter - opening scene, Charlie and Nick texting and meeting at school

2. Out of My League - sleepover!

3. Pressure to Party - sleepover dancing!

4. The Beach - Charlie telling Tori he'll make sure it's better for Nick; end of episode one

5. Coming of Age - beginning of episode 2; parent teacher conferences

6. Paradise - playing with Nellie in the park and then kissing and looking at the photos

7. Welcome to the Sidelines - Elle at the art school open day making friends

8. You Wouldn't Like Me - sad texting about being grounded and it being hard to come out; Nick's reassuring voice message; Tao looking at posts of Elle and her new art school friends

9. Retrospect - exams, easy writing, Tao looking up how to ask out Elle

10. Things Will Be Fine - cinema date

11. The Sound - arriving at the end of term party

12. Le Temps de L'Amour - in the cinema

13. Miss U - the party continues; Tao and Elle are sad, Nick is unwell

14. Lovesong - Charlie holds Nick; end of episode 3

15. Obsessed - beginning of episode 4; loading up the busses

16. Trésor - arrival in Paris and driving past the sights

17. Un Peu Plus Souvent - wandering around Paris in pairs

18. Mona Lisa - Tao and Elle explore the museum

19. Freak Out - Charlie sees the hickey and almost says fuck; end of episode 4

20. Nobody Really Cares - beginning of episode 5; Nick texting his dad then checking on Charlie; resumes to go down to breakfast

21. Doesn't Matter (voleur de soliel) - climbing the Eiffel Tower

22. Fall in Love With a Girl - first kiss!!

23. Never Be the Same - Nick and Charlie run through Paris to meet Nick's dad; end of episode 5

24. On Était Beau - beginning of episode 6; Nick and Charlie meet Nick's dad

25. Bros - Paris Gang explores together

26. 3D Feelings - Tara's birthday party

27. Then It All Goes Away - Party continues; Tara is unhappy, Tao and Elle are in the bathroom, Isaac is surrounded by couples, Nick and Charlie see Ben

28. Hot & Heavy - Isaac goes back to the party after kissing James; Nick and Charlie on the balcony

29. Pretty Girl Lie - Charlie shuts the door on Harry; party plays spin the bottle/truth or dare

30. Deep End - Mr. Ajayi and Mr. Farouk talk; fade to black; Nick and Charlie sleep; bus back to England; end of episode 6

31. We Can Be Anything - beginning of episode 7; Tara and Darcy have a sleepover; Nick looks through his photos and worries about Charlie; Charlie looks at photos and gets message from Ben; Elle gets into Lambert; Tao dances around his room

32. People Watching - prom outfit shopping

33. Cry! - the gang arrives at the art show and they find out Elle got in

34. Crush Culture - Isaac looks at the piece on being aro/ace and gets his leaves moment! Continues through Imogen arriving and Darcy leaving

35. Skin - background while Tao and Elle talk

36. Blush - Nick googles eating disorders; Darcy's mom yells at her and Darcy leaves; end of episode 7

37. Colors Of You - beginning of episode 8; Nick wakes up and looks at pictures of him and Charlie and posts about being boyfriends and bi

38. Run Away With Me - Tao and Elle agree to be boyfriend/girlfriend; prom setup

39. Young - the gang arrives at prom

40. Happy New Year - prom; Tara is looking for Darcy

41. Just Like Heaven - Tao and Elle dance, Mr. Farouk arrives, Isaac takes the ace book, Imogen watches Sahar play

42. All the Things - prom continues; Nick and Charlie hold hands and decide to leave; Darcy arrives

43. Seven - Tara and Darcy say "I love you" and the gang has their own prom party

44. UR So Pretty - Charlie and Nick kiss and Charlie leaves; contemplates texting "I love you;" end of season 2

#heartstopper #heartstopper soundtrack #heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper spoilers #music #I DID like the Season One soundtrack better but Season Two is still very solid

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barkspawn · 1 year

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harvey needs love!!! how abt farmer trying to get him all hot n bothered in public bc he is all shy and awk in public but gets his revenge when he takes hr home. they cn be dating or married idrc

Oh lord this took a few tries. Google scarred me. btw.

Harvey was a very private man. He knew everyone in town as their doctor and he figured that it was best if that's how it stayed.

Well, until Amelia came along and decided to make the effort to learn more. They were fast friends, sharing coffee each morning and the occasional drink at the saloon. It wasn't long before he developed feelings for her. Thankfully, the feeling was mutual.

He talked her into having her annual visit and for the first time in his entire career, he dropped his professionalism thanks to that longing look in her eyes. He had just been standing close and listening to her heart. Their eyes met and, well, the doctor's appointment ended the second their lips touched.

It certainly ran much longer than an annual physical.

Ever since, the occasional drink and morning coffee turned into them being completely inseparable. It had been so long since Harvey had a girlfriend that the word felt odd on his tongue. Still, he always kept an air of professionalism when in town or around others.

Unfortunately for him, Amelia was seeing that as more of a challenge.

The Stardew Valley fair was today and she planned on flustering the man more than she had before in an attempt to ensure a fun evening. He may be shy out in the town, but he was very much outgoing in private. It was a pleasant surprise.

He showed up at her house precisely an hour before they were meant to go to the fair. Judging by the hungry kiss she'd earned just for opening the door in only her pajama bottoms and a thin tank top, her plan today was going to be more fun and a lot easier than she had hoped.

They walked into the fair, Amelia's eyes widening as she saw just how transformed the entire town square was. Hand-in-hand, they explored, stopping every so often to watch people play some games. She forewent the fortune teller, the entire concept scaring her a little bit. Harvey had gone into the tent, leaving her outside to talk to Rasmodius. Before she knew it, she was setting up her grange display, Harvey tending to a child’s scraped knee. She stepped back to admire her setup, smiling in pride as she stood beside Marnie.

“Mar, your display looks amazing. That wheel of cheese is incredible,” she praised, already resolving to not even look at the display of fruits and vegetables that she grew displayed as Pierre’s display.

“Thank you, Amelia. It's always a lot of fun to set up,” she sighed, a small smile playing on her lips, “and given that all of these people from out of town don't know any better, they try to buy the things in the display after the winner is announced.”

Amelia laughed, the older woman shifting a little closer to speak in a lower voice, “so you and Dr. Harvey seem to be getting on well, hmm?”

Amelia couldn't help but smile and look over toward the man, who was praising the child for being so brave.

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied, not worrying about her volume. It wasn't a secret.

“Do you love him?”

Amelia almost convinced herself that she definitely misheard the woman. After a moment, she laughed, a little awkwardly.

“We've only been dating for a season… And besides, I'm not even sure I'd know if it was that instead of… Well, infatuation.”

Marnie touched her arm, smiling at Amelia, “you'll be able to tell.”

Amelia gave her thanks, turning as Harvey made his way back to her side. His smile was a little wider as he returned, bending and pressing a short, sweet kiss to her lips.

She hummed in surprise, not used to experiencing any form of public affection. She smiled brightly as both of his hands held hers, “Doctor Harvey! Kissing your girlfriend in public, what's gotten into you?” she teased, knowing that sometimes she would use the doctor title to tease him with various effects.

Maybe her little mission would be easier than she thought.

“Sorry, dear,” he laughed, brushing some loose strands of hair behind her ear, “just having a good day I guess.”

She shook her head, feigning surprise, teasing like she was reading a headline, “doctor finds his day getting better with every skinned knee.”

His eyebrows shot up, “oh, Yoba, no, that is what it seemed like, isn't it?” he let out an embarrassed laugh, “I just had a good fortune reading,” he slipped his hand into hers before starting to walk again, “I promise I'm not that bad.”

Bingo.

She stood on her toes, her lips right against his ear as she teased, “you certainly could be.” she pressed a kiss where his jaw met his ear before smiling innocently up at him. She was pleased to find his face a lovely crimson. He looked shocked, though she swore there was something behind that expression. Finally, he cleared his throat and laughed, the sound a little shaken as they walked toward the food.

“I have no idea what I'm going to do with you,” he sighed, teasing before squeezing her hand, “and I'm on to you.”

She grinned, almost too excited by her terrible jokes (that hopefully wouldn't be jokes for long).

She rests her head on his shoulder, her voice only low enough for him to hear though her expression stays innocent, “I know exactly what to do with you and it does involve being on one another, I guess. I was mainly thinking of me being on yo–”

“Amelia,” he cut her off, his voice a mix of stern and pleading, a laugh still behind it, “you know that my… resilience is not as strong as yours.”

He was still joking, which was a good sign. And it was very true. When they first kissed, it was almost primal. They were both starved for touch and couldn't get enough. She worried at first that was the only reason they went as far as they did that day in the exam room. She had never felt that way when it came to sex. It turns out the need for touch only partially grazed the surface. They really just needed someone to be there with them and for them. The sex was an added bonus.

He wasn't necessarily super strong, but she was small enough to where, with a wall, he could hold her up, losing himself in her, literally and figuratively. Still, at this point, anywhere in the farmhouse was fair game.

She smirked to herself, shaking her head. It was all like she was back in her early 20s and reliving the puppy love of her previous relationships.

Though this was different. Deeper.

Was Marnie right?

She shook off the thought and looked up at Harvey, who then shifted his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

“Wow, that fortune teller really said something to make you affectionate, huh?” she teased, her arm moving around his waist, her thumb slipping under his shirt subtly, touching the bare skin beneath and hooking into the waistband of his pants. She felt him tense before they approached the grills, pulling apart to get some burgers and exchange pleasantries with Elliott and Gus. Once they had their plates, she walked him to a picnic table that had one of those cheap plastic tablecloths on it. He gave her a curious look, smirking as she smiled innocently across the table at him.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she teased, adjusting her sundress before leaning forward on the table, leaving him with a direct view of her cleavage, which he couldn't deny looking.

“Tell me, dear,” he looked back up to meet her eyes, “are you trying to,” he cleared his throat, shifting a little as someone from out of town sat at the other end of the table, “...embarrass me?”

She laughed aloud before pulling out her phone and quickly typing out a text to him, his eyebrow rising curiously:

Amelia 1:34 pm: I'm just trying to give you some hints about what I plan to do to you when we get home.

Amelia 1:34 pm: oh, and one more quick hint, dear

Amelia 1:35 pm: I'm not wearing anything at all under my dress. 😘

She hit send and placed her phone on the table, unable to hide her smile as she watched him pull his phone out. She took a bite of her burger, watching as he took his phone out and froze, reading her texts. After a long moment, he looked back up at her, eyes wide and cheeks burning.

She took advantage of his stunned silence, licking her lower lip and running her thumb over it as if she was wiping away crumbs.

Harvey shifted, leaning forward and leaning on his elbows so he could talk, his voice low, “message received loud and clear,” he watched as she laughed, her smile full of mischief as she leaned in so they were barely a foot apart, his whisper almost pleading, “now please behave. I’d rather the whole town not catch me like this.”

“Why, are you hard?” Her voice was a purr as she refused to take her eyes from his.

Harvey pulled back and looked around, worried someone might have heard. He laughed a breathy laugh, trying to play it off as if he was not flustered at all, “Amelia, what has gotten into you?”

She lifted her burger to take another bite, humming out her answer before doing so, “I was hoping you would.”

Harvey nearly choked on his drink, which he really should have known better than to take a drink right now. She stood and feigned worry, “Harv, are you alright?” he had his hand on his chest, clearing his throat before looking up at her suspiciously as she continued, “do we need to go get your inhaler from the clinic?”

She watched as his expression changed, his eyes narrowing, “I absolutely do,” his voice was laced with the tension she had built. Somehow, his voice seemed to have the effect on her that she had on him.

He leaned forward as if he were picking something up, using her to hide the fact that he even had to adjust himself. He stood, standing close before bending to press a small, firm kiss to her forehead.

“Everything I need is in exam room one,” he commented, back to his nice-town-doctor facade, “or it's about to be.”

#harvey #sdv harvey #harvey sdv #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley harvey #harvey stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanfic #stardew harvey #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

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cutemothman · 9 months

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Forbidden Fruit

I found this in my google docs. A half finished idea that I abandoned. Figured I would post here cuz I read though it and it amused me lmao I'm gonna say this takes place somewhere in season 3? idk put it wherever you want

MSR fluff?

Word count 507

“Why do you think that we’ve never slept together?”

Mulder chokes on his Coke in response to Scully’s sudden question. He coughs and the soda that was in his mouth dribbles down the front of his white shirt.

Scully keeps her gaze steady on him as he fights for his life in the driver’s seat, coughing residual cola out of his lungs. She’s sitting sideways in the passenger seat with her feet tucked underneath her.

“Does that answer your question?” Mulder asks, his voice hoarse from aspirating soda.

Scully drags her eyes from his pained face down to his now stained shirt and sighs. “Funnily enough, no, it doesn’t.”

She unlatches the glove compartment and hands him a fist full of crumpled fast food napkins. They won’t do much good to the stain blooming on his chest like a gunshot wound.

She shifts her body and peers out the windshield, her eyes narrowing on the house of the man they’re currently staking out. Mulder’s hunch is that this man is selling some kind of miracle tonic that claims to cure blindness. The thing is that it actually works. At first. Whoever drinks it turns up dead a week later. The causes of death have seemingly been unrelated but Mulder thinks they’re connected somehow. Two long hours ago, their target went inside the house and has yet to reemerge.

And Scully is bored out of her fucking mind.

Maybe that’s why she posed the question in the first place. That and the fact that she hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks thanks to the constant array of flat motel mattresses she is treated to on the FBI’s dime. So she might be a little delirious.

“Do I need to remind you of someone by the name of Assistant Director Walter Skinner?” Mulder asks. He abandons his drink in the cup holder, not wanting another Scully Question to make him dry drown.

Scully waves her hand. “Mulder, that man doesn’t know half the shit we get up to while we’re out in the field. They make it so easy.”

“Please explain to me how easy it is, Scully.”

“Okay,” she nods, accepting his challenge. “They pair us up. Two young, smart, attractive people. They get us to trust each other and rely on each other more than anyone else. They practically spoon feed us our own codependency. Then, we have to spend countless hours together. Seeing each other more than our own families. Traveling the country, staying in sleazy motels. It’s the perfect setup for a torrid love affair.”

Mulder stares at Scully across the dark car.

He blinks a few times. “Scully, what the fuck are you talking about?”

She turns and looks him in the eyes, holding his gaze. Her shoulders deflate as she sighs. She rubs a hand down her face.

“I don’t know, Mulder. I’m bored.”

He laughs. “You’re starting to sound like me.”

Scully sits up straight. “Oh my god. You’re right. Is this how it starts?”

“Welcome to the club, Scully.”

#txf #the x files #msr #msr fanfic #fanfic #txf fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #chrissy writes

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writingbyshiloh · 1 year

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Hi Shiloh ☺️

Everytime I get to type a message/request for you I smile like an idiot.But anyways can I request prompt 2 for Red

Please and Thank You in advance love❤️

ANYTHING FOR YOU SORAYA!!!! Request any Reddington content u wish!!!! Tagged all the Reddington fans at the bottom

CW: Flying, Pilot!Reader. All pilot references/knowledge is from Google so may not be accurate. Not beted. It took me almost 3 hours to write this so I lost all motivation to edit.

Prompt: 2. Giving them a shoulder message when they won’t leave whatever they’re working on

You kept looking at the digital clock in the cockpit. For flights longer than 10 hours, Dembe steps in to give you a break. You had 8 hours on then Dembe would cover you for 4 hours before you took over the final four hours of the flight. You were alert the whole time you were in the pilot seat, able to shower and sleep once on land in whatever destination Reddington wanted. Dembe got to keep his flight skills sharp.

“Go on break.” A soft vogue cuts through your thoughts. You nod, shifting in your seat to stand and stretch, filling Dembe in on any important notes during your time in the air so far.

“How is he?” you didn't need to specify who you were talking about. It is only the three of you on board.

“Stressed.”

You nod in understanding before going to the cabin of the jet. On break you try to nap, stretch out your limbs, and watch some TV if time permitted. Another chunk of your time is filled with Reddington asking you about what you watching and listening to you in earnest. Sometimes lightheartedly poking holes in the plot or pointing out the setups for plot twists.

You place your hands on the back of the seats keeping your balance as you make your way to the small couch.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Reddingtons deep voice caught your attention before you reached your destination.

“Hey!” You moved a bit quicker down the seats.

“How are the skies?”

You place your hand on the back of his seat, trying to sneak a peak from the windows, met with more gray. The table in front of him is covered with pieces of paper, pens, a phone, and a drink, while his suit jacket was on the chair across the aisle.

“Cloudy, but better weather when we land.”

Trying to get more of a view from the windows, you move your hand further on the seat in front of you landing on Reddington's shoulder.

You expect him to freeze or gently remove your hand. What you don't expect is for him to lean into your touch, head tipped back on the seat, eyes closed.

Now standing fully behind his set, you adjust your hands to get a better grip on his shoulder. Thumbs pressed deep into his upper shoulders before moving closer to his neck, and back again. You didn't really know what you were doing, basing your moves on his responses rather than any actual knowledge.

The jet was comfortable, but if he was hunched over a table for eight hours you could understand the pain.

“You may have chosen the wrong career.” He says voice soft. You try not to laugh.

“I’m sure I’m a better pilot than a masseuse.”

His head was tipped back to look at you.

“Are you saying I’m naturally gifted at giving massages, or I’m an awful pilot?” you tease.

“The former. Although there was that one landing, in Switzerland?”

You remove your hands from his shoulders.

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

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#Raymond Reddington fan fic #raymond reddington x you #raymond reddington x reader #the blacklist x reader #soraya daydreams

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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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Chapter 1: If You're Not Afraid of the Water

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: A stop on the journey. A melding. A friend across the stars. A look forward.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: T, not much going on in this but some good old fashioned yearning. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: The Crest in canon is a nightmare for day to day life, so I’ve taken some liberties with the setup. We’re also going to not get too hung up on how a space economy runs because I tried googling “star wars bank” and came up with banking syndicates, so for our purposes bank accounts are galactic (just be careful of the foreign ATM fees).

Cross-posted on AO3

A Sweet Response to Tragedy Masterlist || I Think of You Series Masterlist

“Really?”

Mando chuckles at the look on your face, torn between “Is this a joke?” and “I’m fucking ecstatic.”

“Really. A planet that actually has some civilization on it.” He turns back to the transparisteel, tapping a couple buttons as he enters coordinates. “One that definitely has a market so you can stop stealing my clothes.”

(thank the Maker)

“Not my fault you swept me off to space without as much as a spare sock,” you snark back, but your smile is wide.

Finally, after a month in space using your finger to brush your teeth (which still feel fuzzy after, coated in whatever keeps ration bars in that shape) and rotating your makeshift wardrobe enough that the kid doesn’t wrinkle his already-wrinkled nose at you, you were finally going to be able to get yourself a modicum of comfort on the ship.

Mando had tried his best to help, offering what small luxuries he keeps on the Crest.

“This is…a bar of soap,” you said when Mando put it in your hand along with your very own towel, slightly threadbare. “That’s…all you have?”

“Toothpaste by the sink, no using my toothbrush” he said, your disgusted face overlooked. He indicated the location of other items within the small room, his body filling the space. “Small medkit. Pain relievers. Razors. Trimmers in the cabinet if you need to cut your hair.”

“You cut your own hair?”

The way Mando’s helmet slowly turned to you had you stifling a laugh.

(Dank farrik you’re beginning to see expressions on the visor)

“Who else would do it?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Sorry, sorry,” you giggled as he shook his head at you. “Razors?” you asked, peeking into the cabinet. “Oh thank the Maker, I’m woolier than a Tauntaun.”

“This one is mine,” Mando said, setting it aside from the backups.

“Oh, you shave,” you murmured, looking over the other items. Mando froze beside you, fingers tapping against the sink. Your stomach dropped at his nervousness and the stretch of silence. “Am I not allowed to know that?”

Mando kept still for a moment longer, then shook his head, closing the cabinet. “No, it doesn’t matter.” The gruffness made your stomach twist.

(hate to see him struggle with you)

“Sorry, this is just weird. I didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious,” you said, stepping back out of the room. “I haven’t lived with someone else in a long time. Not with a man either. Just takes some getting used to.”

(still getting comfortable with whatever’s going on between you too)

“It’s okay,” Mando said, settling everything in its place. “I’ve…never had someone on the ship either.” His voice slipped into your chest and clenched your heart.

(alone so long)

“Well, except for the kid, but he doesn’t need much,” he said, moving out of the ‘fresher and back to the hold. You walked along behind him, watching his shoulders fill the narrow space.

“He’d be happy in the swamp with his favorite snacks,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Mando’s shoulders shook with a chuckle, rewarding your words.

The child is turning up to you, watching your giddy smile as you perch in the jumpseat.

“Hear that, Bean? We’re gonna do some shopping. Do you want a cooler toy than that ball?” you say, and the way he looks down at the silver orb, then back up at you says it all.

“Okay, that’s a no. Nevermind, there are plenty of things you’ll like,” you say, legs jittering below him. It jostles the ball out of his hands and into his robe, and the look he shoots you could stop a raging rancor in its tracks.

“Sorry Bean, I’m a little excited,” you giggle, placing the ball back in his hands. Mando chuckles with his back to you.

“I think you both could use a day off the Crest by yourselves,” he says, the lurch of dropping out of hyperspace tugging low in your gut. “I’m surprised you’re not both sick of me yet.”

“You’re not coming with us?” you ask, arms wrapping around the child to keep him from flying off your lap. He squirms but lets you squish him against your stomach.

“I’ve got repairs to do, refueling.”

“But…” you interrupt. You had hoped the three of you were going to go to the market together, probably split your duties so you didn’t have to go to the armory and Mando didn’t need to go to the clothes shops, then meet up to spoil the child with something hot and meaty from a stall. Maybe even take a moment to just enjoy the day.

(maybe take a moment to enjoy him)

Mando puts his hands on the manual controls, the ship blinking into orbit around a planet dappled in browns and greens.

“It’s better this way,” he says, and the tone is final. You slump back in the seat, leaning your head back as you feel the rise of your stomach with the descent.

The momentary disappointment you feel at Mando’s refusal to come to the market is quickly replaced with the excitement of actually being there. Your eyes feel as big as the child’s as you walk through the main thoroughfare, the little one in question peeking out of the bag at your hip. You honestly thought the kid would be just as distracting as Mando, but most people don’t seem to pay him much mind as you make notes of which purveyors carry the items you need.

Mando had agreed to handle the armory items, you looking befuddled at the list before he took it back from you.

“I have a contact, I’ll pick everything up while you’re out.”

You nodded, looking over your own list. You’d asked Mando to include anything he needed last night, but you didn’t see any additions.

(what does his handwriting look like?)

“You sure there’s nothing you want me to get? I did help myself to several pieces of your wardrobe,” you offered. Mando shook his head, a breathy hum pulling through the vocoder.

“I get all that from the suppliers, no need.” You quirked an eyebrow up at him but chose to say nothing.

(so that’s why everything he wears is so scratchy)

As you tucked the child into the shoulder bag, helping him unfurl one ear, Mando held out a bag of credits.

“For the supplies,” he said, “and whatever you need.” Heat bloomed across the back of your neck and tingled up your scalp.

(I know what I need and it has nothing to do with credits)

“I’ll take care of my own stuff, but thank you, that’s kind of you to offer,” you said, taking the credit bag for the other supplies. Mando’s helmet tilted at you.

“You have credits?” he asked.

“Yeah, just have to stop at an ABS or a bank, should be able to access my account.” Mando looked at you for a good moment, shifting on his feet. “You are…familiar with a bank account, right Mando?”

Mando scoffed through the vocoder, the helmet swiveling around to look at something past your shoulder. “Of course, I know of them.” You smirked at his redirect.

“Forgot that you don’t make money the same way as I did,” you ribbed back.

(late nights, hot kitchens, friends)

“I’ll use this for supplies,” you shook the pouch, the credits clinking inside, “and get my own credits for what I need. Should try to contribute somehow,” you chuckled. Mando’s hand came up to stroke the top of the child’s head, a coo following his touch.

“You contribute in many ways, Mesh’la,” he said, and that foreign word spreads the bloom of heat to a simmer across your shoulders and neck.

The street is noisy but not as crowded as you anticipated, and it’s easy to spot a bank towards the end of the thoroughfare. Entering the cool stone room, you speak with a droid teller and access your account.

You were not a wealthy woman back on Tatooine, but you had saved some. Enough to make plans, to contemplate a future at one time (before Mando upended your life), and definitely enough to know what the balance should be. The number looking back up at you is a significant amount more. You frown and tap the proffered datapad, opening up the transaction log for more details.

Last paycheck - D

Estate Sale - D

Rental Security Refund - D

U OK - D

A list of deposits spanning the last few weeks, all followed by the simple letter. The final one is for half a credit, a reference to the time a wealthy man tipped the same on his lavish bill at the Lively Bantha. You know who the credits are from.

Davrah.

Your breath hitches in your chest, tears creeping into the corners of your eyes. Your life, liquidated. Placed in a spot that was safe. A friend reaching across the stars.

(kind, smart, caring Davrah)

(what did you do to deserve him?)

You withdraw enough to cover your purchases and to give you some pocket credits in case of emergencies. As a last task, you transfer half a credit back to Davrah’s account. The message is simple.

Safe.

It takes a moment to compose yourself, absentmindedly stroking the child’s head as he burbles curiously at you. You had pushed the thought out of your mind, what the life you left behind might look like. A life that you spent years curating, growing, cultivating so that one day comfort and happiness might fill the ache in your chest. Some days it felt like building a monument to a god you no longer worshiped. Other days you felt the excitement of next steps ahead of you. Most times it was a quiet acceptance of home being all that you made of it. You can’t say you hadn’t thought of it in the weeks in space, imaging what home looked like. However, the image that came to mind wasn’t an apartment, a job, a place to put your feet up at night. It’s becoming a ship, a duty, a clan of two that you’ve held in your arms.

It’s clear now, the numbers still blinking up at your eyes. Home is no longer behind, it’s ahead of you.

#din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin #mando/reader #mando/you #mando/f!reader #the mandalorian fic #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian fic #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x reader #i think of you series #prolix fics

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iraprince · 2 years

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If you're sorta making this into a vtuber account i might as well ask you, with those pngtuber models, do you have a guide on how to get started with them? Also, do characters need to have humanlike face proportions to be able to like, work correctly? What if you wanted to make a bird, where the mouth is like really long and beak shaped? Would that be a problem for the honk stuff?

God this looks incomprehensible, sorry

not incomprehensible at all! whenever i get a chance i would definitely love to put together tutorials, both quick step-by-step guides and longer videos (bc idk about you but for me, the ideal is when BOTH types of tutorial exist lmao!!!)

in the meantime, there are tons of tutorials that already exist on youtube for pngtubing, and a few for setting up in honk specifically, but i'm not sure how many exist for best ways to actually draw the model and organize parts (layer organization etc) and stuff like that bc i didn't look for those when i was getting started. when i get around to it any guides i make will probably be more about that than the tech stuff, bc other people already have the tech covered!

honk has documentation/guides of its own, and the community page on itch.io can be really good for troubleshooting specific issues. honk is my primary recommendation if you want to get into pngtubing -- the program is paid ($12 USD) and model setup is a bit more laborious, but only in the beginning, and i think the liveliness of the lip sync and the eye tracking is well worth it! a downside is that honk doesn't currently have gif support, which a lot of other pngtubing programs do have, but there are plans to add it in the future.

this is the method i've used for setting up a discord reactive pngtuber (the second method on the page, "stream kit reactive images" - i know it may seem like a lot of steps, but if you take your time and follow the instructions closely it's not so bad! i am NOT tech savvy and still figured it out, so anyone can.) you only need discord and OBS to run this setup, and you can fiddle with it to do collabs (multiple people's pngtubers all on screen at the same time, lighting up and talking while you're in a discord call! fun for multiplayer games), but of course it can also be your main setup with just you alone in a private voice channel as your mic input.

and a good middle ground between honk and the discord reactive setup would be a program like veadotube mini! it does the same thing as the discord reactive setup (display a talk sprite when you're talking and a silent one when you're not), but in a self-contained program on your computer just like honk. i haven't used veadotube myself, but i see other pngtubers mention it as their program of choice.

i do have one video up of myself rigging my model in honk -- i wouldn't call it a guide or a tutorial though, because it's very informal and we also ran into a pretty annoying bug that made the process go less smoothly than i would have hoped :') (also the first few mins of video are muted bc my music got dmca flagged lmfao but the important stuff is all there!) but anyway if you just want a quick look at how a model looks getting put together in the program you might find that interesting.

you could ABSOLUTELY do something like the bird u described in honk, it's really really flexible. the way honk works is u just have to have different images drawn for different lip synch mouth shapes (try googling "animation lip sync mouth shapes" and check out the image results for an idea of what i mean), assign them to different consonant/vowel sounds in the program, and it automatically matches it up for you with voice recognition. so imo the challenge in that case would be an art challenge (figure out how you want to draw lip sync shapes with a beak), not a technical/program-specific challenge. but if you didn't feel like fucking with all that, you could just repeatedly use the same open beak image for all the sounds, and it would just make the beak open and close when you talk!

i haven't tried making a honk model where the mouth breaks the silhouette, which might be the case with a bird character like that depending on how you have the head angled, but theoretically i don't see why it would be an issue. a regular pngtuber would be really straightforward as well!

#vtuber #pngtuber #i wanna tag this something memorable so i can find it again if someone asks lol #idk uhhhh.#save #ALSO forgot to mention this but i don't want to actually do tutorials until my own workflow is uh. more optimized #because right now it's really hacky and stupid sometimes lmao!!! it works but i dont want to like. kind of Teach ppl to do stuff in a way-#-that's unnecessarily complicated or obtuse just bc i happen to be plowing my way through without a care #vtubing help

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dairy-farmer · 1 year

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Because I love angst....

There’s some fics where Tim tries to help Jason to kill him so that he can rejoin the family, where he assumes Jason and the rest of the family won’t miss him and he is passively suicidal.

Usually, it goes that he’s mistaken. I want a world where’s he not.

Jason brutally murders Tim in Titan’s Tower...maybe even worse. (R*pe) Then, he destroys the body, and sets off to rejoin the batfam.

Bruce and Dick, are, predictably, overjoyed to have Jason back. They don’t know he killed Tim—he’s gone missing, but nobody really cares too much. Why should they? It’s a miracle. Jason’s back.

Sure, Kon and Bart care, but they die soon after, in manners similar to canon.

Time goes on. Jason tells them the censored story. They weep and hug him. All is well. He doesn’t regret killing the imposter.

But it starts to feel a little strange, because he thought he’d have to try a little harder, if you know what he means. Bruce takes over a month to actually open a case regarding Tim. Nobody opens it for weeks at a time. No one is really *looking*— it seems they’re content to let it lie.

Tim’s school eventually reports his drop in attendance. The Drakes take a month to return home. They pay off the police to keep the investigation hush-hush— Drake Industries might not be able to tank the bad publicity if it gets out that their son is likely dead due to their negligence.

They leave again, for Peru, or Ecuador, or Suriname. Jason can’t keep it straight.

He kept one trophy. A single tooth, from the back of the mouth. He had knocked it free with a crowbar sometime during the killing. He keeps it in a false bottom in his sock drawer. There’s nothing else. The acid made sure of that.

Meanwhile, he gets used to the evolution in operations down in the bat cave. There’s a few new rogues, a few new allies— Cass is pretty cool, he supposes. The bar computer is a lot better than he remembers. It’s a bit like the internet before and after google, the difference is so stark— messy, poorly formatted files are now neatly saved and backed-up and cross-referenced.

He asks Oracle about it. She mentions it being the work of— she pauses here, not wanting to say ‘the previous robin’.

Eventually, she says, “The Substitute”, even though Jason isn’t Robin anymore, is working on his own costume and identity with the help of his family. Red Hood is a dusty secret, not entirely MIA, but operated remotely so as to not draw the suspicion of his family.

It’s the first time he ever feels something about the boy that isn’t rage. It’s something else, gray and shriveled in his gut. He doesn’t know a word for it, and he doesn’t need to. He pushes it aside.

But he’s always had an addictive personality. A week later, he’s the only one in the cave. The bat computer just sits there, calling his name in a voice he doesn’t want to recognize. He heard it before, sobbing mostly.

He finds the old ID. When he logs in, the setup takes several minutes to load, which is strange, because everything is so much faster now, loading in milliseconds.

There’s files. More than Jason can even fathom. Case files, photos, and video footage from the Robin mask. Even a few AI chess-games with game times going into the months-long territory, differently coded ‘players’ wining or loosing matches against each other into perpetuity, with nobody left to witness them.

There’s a lot of side projects like that. They’re usually quite strange, technically complex, and Jason slowly realizes as he pores over them in between watching the trackers for Bruce and Dick’s return, bloody brilliant.

Weirdly, it just breeds a sort of awe in his chest. No anger.

And there’s the footage. It takes him bags full of high-storage flash-drives to get all of it. He watches it alone in his room. Tim Drake in black and white security footage in the cave, quietly cleaning up after Batman or sitting hunched at the bat computer— looking so small, hunched over with his legs tucked in like he’s cold.

Footage from his Robin encounters— he’s quiet, speaks far more rarely than Jason or Dick had. He’s got this sweet, soft little voice that Jason actually finds quite relaxing. Sometimes he mutters to himself when he’s solving a problem faster than Jason can believe, always sounding a little unsure of his own brilliance.

Jason’s always had an addictive personality. It’s why he killed Tim, in a way. He just gets obsessed.

It happens all over again, in reverse.

He starts seeing Tim in his dreams, in the corner of his vision when he’s tired. He doesn’t speak, and when Jason reaches for him, he’s always drifting away, his expression blank.

He runs out of footage. The dreams turn into nightmares. He’s running, screaming, crying, begging for a companion in a vast void, and there’s Tim, off in the distance, hunched over., never able to see or hear him.

Sometimes, he finds Tim, after wandering in the rocky hellscape for hours. Or, what’s left of him. It’s never a skeleton, always a fresh corpse— mangled almost beyond recognition if not for the tatters of red and green. It’s a familiar sight.

Back when Tim was reported missing to the Police, somebody— probably Dick— was sent over to the Drake manor to collect all of Tim’s things, hopefully clearing anything incriminating.

Jason checks the evidence storage. There’s long rows of it, shelves leading into the darkness of the vast cave tunnels. It takes him several nights to find the sealed plastic box.

DRAKE MANOR it is labeled in neat, blocky letters. In the notes section of the item sheet, it mentions a loose floorboard and a false panel in the wall. It’s clinical. The paper is damp and dusty.

When he opens it, he finds notebooks, stuffed with sticky notes and yellowed with use, and more than that, *photos*. His heart nearly stops, desperate for a new hit of his newest drug.

When he begins to look through them, he has to sit down, because— because they’re *old*. Really old.

He stares at a photo of himself as Robin, silhouetted proudly by the Gotham moon. It’s a great shot, perfect in composition and and coloring. He can’t imagine how long it took Tim to get it.

He couldn’t have been older than 11. He pictures the School photo-day records he had dug up, that even smaller, paler Tim, with his shy, gap-toothed smile.

His hand curls into a fist. There’s something wet in his eyes. For the first time, he allows himself to acknowledge its more than the dust.

He’s in love with Tim Drake, he thinks. He thinks it again. It’s stronger each time, more and more sure, until it’s a crescendo pumping in every inch of his body. It’s like the hot twin of the Pit, but somehow *more*. He can barely stand it.

He sends Bruce a note over the Bat-Chat about the status of the missing ‘neighbor’, as they tend to refer to him.

Bruce seems surprised he asked, and then reassures him that he always viewed Jason as the proper Robin. That boy didn’t mean anything to him, he says.

He gets an even more flippant response from Dick, punctuated by an octopus-hug that Jason has to excuse himself from to go vomit in the bathroom.

Because he knows that. He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He can see it, in the old footage. In the way they treated him like a servant at best, a crutch, and a scapegoat at the worst.

He sees the shake of his skinny little limbs as he hauls himself out the back door in the snow back to the empty Drake Estate, his bruised ribs trembling in the cold.

He sees the glitzy press conference recently held by Drake Industries, where the only mentioned of their missing son was a token used to bolster their story of ‘resilience in the face of challenges’, garnering more donations to their nascent technology fund.

He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He didn’t mean anything to anybody.

All alone.

Something in Jason curdles for the second time. This time, he needs no pit to grant him rage.

(Im going to continue this, but my phones dying lol. Expect a contusion In the coming days, but Id love to hear ur thoughts!!!!)

tim!!!😢😢😢😢 the fact that no one cares that tim died, no one looks into it at all!! jason slowly falling in love with tim through the little things about him that were left behind!

that line!! where jason realizes that both dick and bruce along with tim's parents don't care to know what happened to the boy that jason killed and whose body he destroyed. "He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He didn’t mean anything to anybody."

😢😢😢😢😢

fics where tim gets the short end of the stick just hit so much harder because he's my fav and seeing him suffering!!! tim hasn't even suffered for long here and he's not present to see how unmourned he was but it's just so tragic all the same and heartwrenching!! that the only person genuinely upset by tim's death is the person who killed him.

and you feel for jason, despite the fact that he killed tim who was innocent. you really feel for him because as his state of mind becomes more steady you can see how the regret and horror slowly seeps in. he's being haunted by the horrible guilt and disgusted realization that even if he confessed and told what he did...nothing would happen. part of jason is still that boy, that robin who fought for justice and now here he is, the person who comitted a heinous act that can't be taken back and it's just so horrendous. because he didn't just stop at killing tim, he erased every bit of evidence of what happened to him, he destroyed his body- there is no trace or bit of tim drake left in the world aside from the few words he left behind.

and the absolutely gut-wrenching tragedy of jason falling for tim, of having been probably the only person to care for tim but that care coming too late to save tim.

it's just so sad!!!!! 😢😢😢😢 i'm happy you wrote and shared it but it really is the most angsty thing i think i've read in a while!!!

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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theknightmarket · 1 year

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Howdy, if you don’t mind can I have some gender affirmation with either Google, Dark, or Engineer?

I’m not sure if my parents would support me as genderfluid and if you’d like can you use she/he/they and use more masculine terms (prince, handsome etc.)

"You're the most handsome person I've ever seen."

In which Google helps a gender-fluid partner.

TW: None

Pages: 8 – Words: 3,500

[Requests: OPEN]

Ever since Google had been activated, going through the routine checks has been awkward, to say the least. Making sure that code reached where it should and all the wires and boards were okay was a lot easier on your mind when the place you were digging through wasn’t simulating breathing – now, not only was the chest moving up and down at a steady pace, but glowing rings of blue also watched ever twitch or shift of your hand. You couldn’t blame him, it was his cavity you were fiddling with, but you just wished that he’d look somewhere else when you were doing it.

After a good ten minutes of him not redirecting his attention, you retracted your gloved fingers, trailing a small pair of tweezers, out of the box and into your lap again. A normal surgeon would have placed it onto a plate, but Google’s stomach was sterile and clear of any fluids, so you just threw it back into your toolbox. Like always, a hand darted in afterwards to readjust where it had landed. You rolled your eyes but let Google do so anyway. Who were you to stop him when you’d take advantage the next time you had to check him?

As he shuffled through your tools, you pushed back in your swiveling chair. It pushed your desk back slightly at the contact, landing you right in front of your setup; a laptop, mug of probably-now-cold coffee, and a half-uneaten sandwich that was supposed to be your breakfast. Eh, you’d save it for later, maybe lunch if you were hungry by then.

The only other thing that was set on your desk was an old mirror from back when you were a kid. It was the single thing that you had saved from moving out of your parents’, and the only reason you did was because of all the memories kept inside of it, like a little time-capsule that only you could see inside. The times that you glamoured yourself up with your mom’s beauty-kit, the dozen-more that you stole your father’s buzzer to pretend you had a beard, and the once or twice that you cut your own hair. Those had garnered a visit to the hairdressers because you were 8 and obviously unskilled. You couldn’t count on two hands the number of styles you’d gone through, and, even now, as you stared into the slightly dusty surface of the mirror, you weren’t content. Disappointment fell out of you in the form of a sigh, and you tilted the metal frame away from you.

“Is anything wrong?”

You perked up in your chair at the sound of Google’s smooth timbre. Whoever chose that voice sure did know what they were doing, and you had to commend yourself on the eyeball aspect, the very same that were looking at you with a concerned expression.

Running a hand over your head, you replied, “I’m thinking of getting my hair cut.”

Google’s response was quick, as was him marching to stand in front of you. He tilted his head to the side – a quirk he had picked up from a movie session to teach him about emotions that unfortunately ended with Airbud – and pointed out, “Your last visit was on September 28th at 3:07 PM.”

“So?”

There was a pause and then he pushed, “That was two weeks ago.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. Plus, it would be a waste of time if you were going to get it changed a couple weeks over, anyway. Almost shamefully, you sighed, “Thanks for reminding me,” before opening up your laptop to the home screen. Might as well get some work done to get your mind off it.

However, Google spoke up as you were typing in the password, catching your attention. “Although, if you believe that it will make you more comfortable, the positives out way the negatives.”

Glancing up, you saw the android sitting on a stool next to your desk, the swirling of his irises bringing you confusion. It was normally a sign that he was looking something up, or accessing his data bank for a prior instruction, neither of which you had prompted him to do. This left you raising an eyebrow and wanting to delve into his code to find this new bug. Maybe it was a feature of his autonomy, you could only assume so when he started to speak again.

“The most suitable appointment for you would be at 10:30 AM on October 15th at Orlando’s Parlor. This would allow for an hour-long period between the meeting with David Martial and breakfast with Maria Laine, with a fifteen-minute journey from—”

“Hold on, Google,” you laughed tiredly. None of that information went into your head, and, luckily, it didn’t have to. “I’m not going to book an appointment.”

“Your previous statement implied—”

“I know!” you cut him off again, which you could see was getting on his nerves if the bending of his eyebrows was anything to go from. “You said it yourself, I just had one, and I’m gonna be swamped with work for the next couple days.” You rose from your seat and patted his thigh as you left for the door. Absentmindedly, you called back to him, “And don’t worry about the breakfast, she got sick with the flu, so it’s been taken off.”

With that, you let the door swing closed behind you, leaving Google sitting in the room with a single question and two choices on how to solve it on his mind.

The click of your cart along tiles was oddly comforting as you pushed it along the supermarket’s floor. Outside of the stress and duties of your now day-to-day life, doing chores seemed like a godsend. The people around you didn’t have to deal with stuffy directors or life-changing androids living in your old garage. You loved Google to death, but you couldn’t deny that it was nice to be simple for once.

Skimming the aisles like a lazy tiger, you picked up anything that you would need for the coming week. With all the meetings you’d be rushing to, you didn’t have time to make dinner each night, so microwaved meals would have to do. Google didn’t eat, anyways, but you appreciated him sitting with you at the table, even when he had a particularly interesting crossword puzzle to get to. You chucked to yourself, no doubt receiving odd looks from civilians, as you compared him to the little ladies who sat outside the local tearoom. Surprisingly, they might just get along if you gave them ample fodder.

But that was a subject for another time. Right now, you were drawing close to the end of your shopping list, as well as the supermarket itself, where the cashiers were situated. For the last few weeks, the self-checkout machines had been busted, and, no matter how many times you offered to fix them, you were always denied for legal purposes. So, that left you and the rest of the shoppers making awkward conversation with the people serving you, hoping that they’d scan a little bit faster just so you could stop hearing about their tabby-cat!

You grimaced, spotting the very same person who constantly lectured you about Alexander at the head of one of the lines – though it seemed life took pity on you in that moment, as you were directed towards somebody you knew and actually liked.

You unloaded your cart onto the track, each item standing straight and then immediately collapsing, much to your chagrin. When you reached the end of your stock, you stood by the cashier and waited.

“So, what’s it today?”

To anyone unaware, Lance may have appeared as, quite frankly, terrifying. He was a big, muscled dude-bro, with the cliché backwards cap and tattoos lining his arms. You were surprised he had a birth certificate and wasn’t ripped directly from 90s style coming-of-age movies. He looked the epitome of the name ‘Chad’, and, yeah, his style of speech might have suggested that. On the other hand, the first meaningful conversation you’d had with Lance led you a very different way.

Lance was a sweetheart, a complete 180 from how he was physically. His voice was gruff, but he had been the one to teach you how to sew and – Jesus – his hands were soft, but you were getting off-topic. Either way, he was a nice guy, and he had just asked you a question.

Trying to laugh off your slight hesitation, you answered, “I’m feeling… masculine, I think?”

Lance nodded and resumed scanning. You’d give him a call later, catch up on how the family’s been when you got the chance. A busy life meant you had no time for a social one – and that was partially why you enjoyed being with Google so much. You could be working for hours on end, and he’d only give you trouble when he thought you were overworking, and, even then, it was no more than a nudge and a stern look. He stuck with you while you went about your business, staying in the background and fiddling with anything that caught his eye. It was always a pleasant feeling when someone stayed, and for that someone to be an android like him? It was nothing short of amazing.

When Lance had finished sending everything your way to pack into spare bags, you waved him goodbye and heard him mutter a small, “Have a good day, sir,” as you exited through the sliding doors. A little pep in your step, you made it to your car.

“Google!” you yelled, closing the front door behind you. He has free reign of the house, regardless of whether you were home or not, though he often preferred to stay in the study where you worked. When you received no answer, you assumed he was there.

You practically danced down the hallway towards the room, trailing a hand along the wall and feeling the grooves of the paper on your fingertips. The music reached your ears before you were fully aware that you were the one humming, but you continued anyway, until you reached the study.

Too caught up in the moment, you forgot your normal knocking and twisted the handle. Scrambling, clanging, something crashing to the ground – your lopsided grin melted into concern as you pushed the door open, now more out of fear than excitement, which then shifted into furrowed eyebrows and confusion when you saw what was before you. A set of wires pulled out of the sockets splayed across the floor was the first thing you noticed, then a pair of scissors lodged in the metal of your desk, and, finally, Google himself, collapsed across the ground like a baby giraffe.

His name fleeing your mouth as you rushed to his side, you thought about what you should do. First, check how he feels, then figure out if anything was physically wrong, and then maybe you’d have time to ask what the hell happened.

You dropped next to him and hoisted him into sitting up straight with one hand; the other scrambled frantically for your toolkit, which had, luckily, not been put away yet. Your mouth ran on autopilot, asking him question after question without giving him space to answer. Meanwhile, your own thoughts converged on you – you should have been more careful with him, you shouldn’t have let him around scissors, maybe you should move him to another room where he can’t get hurt—

It was only Google’s cold hand that snapped you back to the moment at hand, quickly followed by his concerned gaze. You could have laughed considering he had been the one to fall, but you merely nodded gently that you were alright, and went about checking over his circuits and heels, for fear that it was a balance issue. Google, was, after all, pretty bulky for a machine.

When the rudimentary checks had been passed, a stable mindset returned to you, and you managed to finally look up to him. Now that the fear had been washed away, Google himself swapped his priorly-worried expression for a more sheepish one. This had you raising an eyebrow. Why would he of all people be embarrassed? You weren’t even sure you had programmed that emotion in, and, yet, there you were, kneeling beside the very android who sported a shimmering blue ‘blush’ along the metal bridge of his nose. An exciting discovery, sure, but one that had you confused rather than zealous.

“Google?” you mumbled, applying concussion-protocol to a damn robot, “What were you doing before I came in here?”

The blush deepened and spread to the rest of his face like a virus, but that wasn’t the only development found in that moment. Instead, alongside the whole blushing thing, was both a weird and amusing show.

Google tried to lie.

“I was… well, you see, I was trying to, uh,” the sound of fans whirring faster and faster, so fast that you though they’d shoot out of his chest, met your ears, “There was—well, I remembered an order that I, eh, failed to complete before and thought I might…”

As much as you loved to tease Google when the time was right, this was not such a time, and you were pretty sure those fans were going to shatter if you didn’t stop him soon. So, with a soft smile on your face, you shifted into a more comfortable position and patted Google’s thigh.

“You know, you don’t have to lie to me,” you spoke gently, “if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine, I just don’t want you hurting yourself over it.”

There must have been something in your words – the tone of your voice or the way that you looked at him – that had him reconsidering this whole deceit nonsense. It wasn’t anything big anyway, but there was the quiet fear that you wouldn’t be happy with what he was doing that knocked at the back of his mind. This was something he wanted to do for you, and, although he would accept it if you denied him, he couldn’t say he would be apathetic. It was a thing he expressed often, or lack of a thing, but he wanted to do something special for you to show you how he felt. Words weren’t his forté, but actions? He could do actions.

“Do I have your permission to blindfold you?”

If you were an android, you would have short-circuited. A little humor for a situation that sent your heart attacking your ribcage like a feral dog, you could do little else than nod slightly and let Google lift you up by the arms and guide you towards your spinning chair. You sat with a blush of your own steadily sprawling across your face while he inspected the room. When he had found what he was looking for – an old rag you’d only used for cleaning dust – he returned to you and pulled it taught over your eyes.

“Apologies, dear, but you mustn’t see.”

Briefly, you nodded, and, within seconds, the light was covered by total blackness, with only the occasional flicker of gray at the edges of the fabric. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but you couldn’t help some anxiety when Google’s presence faded away. Your main sense removed, you relied on your ears to understand that he was stepping away towards the discarded pair of scissors. This set off a rational amount of alarm bells, though you calmed yourself with deep breaths; you could trust Google, you did trust him. If he wanted to go all robo-apocalypse on you, he wouldn’t have asked permission.

So, as calmly as possible, you stayed there and listened to his movements. He stepped closer, then stepped away, then closer again, he seemed like he was nervous about his actions, but, in your blinded state, you could do no more than stick out a thumb to assure him. It was when the whirring of Google’s chest picked up that you felt something shift. A tendril of your hair skimmed the back of your neck, sending you forward slightly from the shock. The fans whirred louder, an unconscious question of which you answered with a small laugh and nod. Confidence brewing with every second, he continued his work.

Without the distractions that came with sight, you were forced to think for the moments that you were blindfolded. Most of it was, admittedly, about what adjustments you’d have to make to Google for him to be safe. You loved the android and you wanted to give him as much choice as possible, but it was harder to be okay with his being alone when there were so many dangers in the lab. Maybe you should suggest he stay upstairs for the time being? It was much more comfortable with all the cushions and rugs, in contrast to the mass amounts of countertops jutting out of the walls here – and you’d get to see him in your downtime, show him some of your favorite hobbies.

Oh, but would he enjoy it? He liked to stay in the study, that much was certain after the first couple months of autonomy, even though you had yet to figure out exactly why he preferred it. If you could find out what is what, then you could either remove it from the lounging space or mimic it there depending on the reason, unless it was something that you couldn’t change, in which case it would all be futile—

A cold hand, a humming chest, soft words whispered to you, “Are you alright?”

You took a deep breath; you trusted Google. He would be fine alone down here. It was probably just a one-off thing that wouldn’t hurt him in the first place.

With that thought, your mind drifted off into simpler things. A few strays contributed to the night’s dinner and movie, a couple more to calling Lance, but the majority wondered what your beloved robot was doing behind you. His metal feet had stayed there for the better half of an hour so far, making you think what exactly was keeping his attention for so long. Your hair swept side to side in an irregular fashion, though Google’s touch was so, surprisingly, light that it felt like the wind. Was he watching something? Just playing? And why did you have to be blindfolded in the first place?

All of these questions and more came to effect when the fabric twisted and moved. Like a child on Christmas morning, a giddy feeling overcame you when you were greeted, once again, by the look of your study. It was entirely unchanged, and you were given a wider view to the indifference when you were spun around to face your desk.

That giddiness was replaced entirely by shock, followed by a minute of pure awe as you fiddled with the strands of your hair. You didn’t know how to describe it, but there was a stark difference between now and before. The texture was the same, a few hairs had been lifted and some removed entirely, but there was… something. Something that felt safe and good, and, frankly, correct.

“What do you think?”

You leapt out of your chair without a second thought and wrapped your arms around Google’s shoulders. He looked surprised, the lights in his eyes beaming slightly brighter for a second, before they returned to a pleasant shade of blue. He patted your back tenderly and held you tighter in relief.

Grinning, you answered, “I love it!” You pulled away for a second to plant a kiss on his cheek. “What do you think?

Your feet barely scraped the ground, dangled in the air by Google’s hold, but he still managed to curl a hand around your jawline. “I think that you’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen.”

The blush that swallowed you was incessant, though you were able to lay another kiss on his lips for the compliment. This was before he swept you up in his arms again and manually moved you towards the door. “Come on,” he spoke bluntly, like he had already explained to you what was happening. When he looked down to your confused expression, he continued, “My primary objective is to make you feel comfortable. Today, I am doing that,” his eyes darted over yours, as if searching for a preemptive reaction before finishing, “my prince.”

And just like that, you could see the day before you. You ended up at dozens of clothing stores, bars, food trucks throughout the day to the point that you weren’t sure if this was a memory yet. However, no matter what had happened, will have happened, is happening, you felt safe and comfortable with the thought that things would be just a bit better from now on in your heart.

[Sorry this took so long, and it’s shorter than normal so I might also write this prompt for Dark and Engineer later, but for now, I hope you’re okay. Also, I completely get the whole parent thing; I, myself, am non-binary, and I was sure my parents would not be okay with me, but I told them in a letter, left the house for a bit, and came home to a hug. So, you never know, but if you truly don’t feel like coming out to them, it’s fine! Just know that the internet will always be there for you, no matter what!]

#google #theknightmarket #fanfiction #markiplier egos #markiplier #markiplier egos x reader #writing #one shots #x reader #request #google x reader #markiplier google

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Best Android TV Boxes For Streaming in 2023

In the ever-evolving realm of home entertainment, Android TV boxes have emerged as versatile juggernauts of contemporary streaming. These devices have transcended their basic media conduit origins to become multi-functional hubs for immersive content experiences. Picture this: a single device seamlessly blending HD IPTV viewing, gaming thrills, and immersive entertainment. Welcome to the cutting edge of TV streaming, where Android TV boxes redefine how we engage with content.

The days of TV boxes confined to rudimentary functions are long gone. Modern Android TV boxes epitomize versatility. Once connected to your TV, they open portals to a multitude of streaming services, turning your screen into a smart entertainment hub. Services like Netflix and Disney Plus are at your fingertips.

So, you’ve decided to elevate your TV experience with an Android TV box, tapping into the power of the beloved Android operating system. However, navigating through a sea of options can be daunting. With countless Android TV boxes flaunting slight variations in specifications, how do you choose the perfect fit for your needs?

Worry not, as we have meticulously scrutinized the cream of the crop among Android TV boxes, ensuring that you embark on your streaming journey armed with the right information. Whether you’re a cinema buff, a gaming enthusiast, or someone with unique streaming preferences, we have categorized the best options for every taste. Our mission is to guide you not only to the best Android TV box but also to the ideal companion tailored perfectly to your entertainment aspirations.

1.NVIDIA Shield TV Pro

NVIDIA’s Shield TV has reigned as the undisputed king of Android TV boxes, and the Shield TV Pro takes this legacy to new heights. Despite its age, the Tegra X1+ processor delivers exceptional performance, driving AI-enhanced 4K upscaling that genuinely enhances HD picture clarity and color vibrancy on a 4K display. This powerhouse chip also adeptly handles real-time transcoding, allowing seamless streaming of various file formats from a NAS drive. With support for Dolby Vision HDR, Dolby Atmos, and DTS-X surround sound, it solidifies its reputation as an AV powerhouse.

Running on NVIDIA’s customized Google TV OS, you have access to the full array of software on the Google Play store. Plex comes pre-installed, and if you wish to expand beyond the usual suspects like Netflix and Amazon Prime, adding Kodi is a breeze. While the onboard 16GB storage might feel limiting, a simple USB 3.0 external drive upgrade resolves this concern.

Gaming is another forte of the Shield TV Pro. The Tegra X1+ not only handles a plethora of major titles from the Google Play store but also directly streams games from Nvidia’s GeForce Now service. This ingenious feature lets you access your PC games library on your TV, provided the service supports the titles. For those seeking a more streamlined setup, the new Shield TV “stick” might be appealing, as it mirrors the software and wields the same Tegra X1+ chip. Nevertheless, the Shield TV Pro embodies the quintessential Android TV experience.

Pros:

Reliable performance

Excellent remote

Wide variety of native 4K content

Supports Nvidia’s GeForce NOW cloud gaming

Cons:

AI upscaling can be overly aggressive

Controller not included

2.Magabox MG4

The Magabox-MG4 stands as the latest iteration in the Magabox series, pushing the boundaries of convenience and performance. Packed with 2GB of RAM and 32GB of storage, it transforms into a multimedia powerhouse. Its integrated voice command feature ushers in a superior streaming experience, redefining the market. Connect it to your TV and the internet, and witness your standard TV evolve into a smart wonder.

This exceptionally user-friendly Android TV box redefines its predecessor, the MG4, with a revamped design and interface. While its hardware remains steadfast, the revamped design and interface, coupled with superior streaming and DVR capabilities, make it an irresistible choice for streaming enthusiasts. Constant system updates ensure access to the latest features and security enhancements, cementing its place as a dynamic entertainment companion.

Remarkably, the Magabox MG4 remains budget-friendly, maintaining the same price point as the MG4. This commitment to affordability ensures that users can access its advanced streaming capabilities without breaking the bank, making it an even more compelling choice for budget-conscious consumers.

Pros:

User-friendly interface

Built-in apps with voice search support

Stable streaming, especially for sports gaming

Maintains the same price as the previous version

Cons:

Batteries not included in the package

3.Amazon Fire TV Stick (3rd generation)

The base-level Fire TV Stick offers respectable functionality but may leave some users craving more due to its modest 1GB of RAM, quad-core CPU, and limited 8GB of storage. In terms of both hardware and software, the third-generation Fire Stick closely mirrors its predecessor. The primary distinction lies in its slightly updated remote, featuring a Channel Guide button and four app shortcuts for convenient access to region-specific apps like Amazon Prime and Netflix. Impressively, it supports various HDR standards, including Dolby Atmos, HDR10, HDR10+, and HLG, making it a solid choice for modern HDR 4K televisions.

For ardent Kodi enthusiasts and those seeking an extra performance boost, investing an additional £10 in the Fire TV Stick 4K Max might be worthwhile. This upgraded version boasts a faster CPU, more RAM, and Wi-Fi 6 connectivity, along with robust 4K video support and compatibility with Dolby Vision HDR.

Pros:

Good hardware

Excellent HD antenna

Stunning 4K resolution

Cons:

Non-expandable storage space

4.MINIX NEO U9-H

The MINIX NEO U9-H 64-bit Media Hub for Android delivers swift video playback at an impressive 60fps, enhancing your viewing experience with seamless and razor-sharp 4K visuals. What’s more, it excels in picture quality, thanks to comprehensive HDR10 compatibility.

Leveraging HDR (High Dynamic Range) technology, this media hub broadens the color spectrum, rendering whites brighter and blacks deeper, thereby intensifying contrast for a lifelike and vibrant visual journey. All of these features come in an affordable package, priced under $50 / £50 / AUD$80, making it a budget-friendly choice for value-conscious users.

Pros:

Excellent streaming performance

Versatile

Micro SD slot

Cons:

Lacks a USB 3.0 port

5.Google Chromecast with Google TV (4K)

The Chromecast with Google TV 4K undoubtedly stands among the finest media streaming devices available, a viewpoint we firmly endorse. However, when compared to Android TV boxes, it gracefully concedes the top spot to the NVIDIA Shield TV, known for delivering superior performance across the board. Nevertheless, Google’s Chromecast with Google TV 4K offers an exceptional value proposition, priced at just $49.99.

It’s important to note that when we mention “Google TV,” we are referring to Google’s revamped user interface, while the Chromecast with Google TV continues to operate on the robust Android TV platform, providing access to a comprehensive array of streaming services. Furthermore, it comes complete with Google’s popular Chromecast remote right in the box.

Pros

Affordable price tag

Google TV interface with Google Assistant

dedicated compact remote

Cons

Limited storage

No AV1 codec support

In conclusion, the world of Android TV boxes has evolved to redefine how we experience home entertainment. From the powerhouse NVIDIA Shield TV Pro to the user-friendly Magabox MG4, and the budget-friendly Amazon Fire TV Stick to the vivid visual experiences offered by the MINIX NEO U9-H and the value-packed Google Chromecast with Google TV 4K, there’s a streaming companion tailored to every preference and budget. These devices not only grant access to an array of streaming services but also open doors to gaming thrills and immersive content. The future of streaming is here, and it’s a world of limitless possibilities, all at your fingertips. Whether you seek performance, affordability, or versatility, these Android TV boxes are your gateway to a dynamic and personalized entertainment journey.

#iptv #tv box #android tvbox #android

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