#none of it is in the same spot on the y axis

[outer-edges]

CHLOE BENNET as DAISY JOHNSON in Agents of S.H.I.E.LD (2014-2020)

i am this close to rejecting photoshop editing features entirely and doing it all in my after effects 😭

[write-orflight]

Galileo: Chapter 5

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader, enemies to friends to lovers trope

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Light smut, 18+

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N is an astronomer with her head constantly in the stars. But when a serial killer is threatening NASA’s top scientists, she is left in the protective custody of a man who’s gravitational pull threatens to pull her back down to earth.

A.N Unedited because i’m sleepy. There’s a fic I read when I first joined the fandom that inspired some of this chapter. i can’t remember the name but if you do, please tell me so I can credit. Comment on this chapter only or message to be on taglist please.

                             Chapter 5: Saturn 

There was a rare occurrence that happens sometimes in Space where a Planet will tilt off its axis and disrupt the order of things in the galaxy forever. Even though it hasn’t happened yet, it doesn't make it not possible. You had always thought about that phenomenon and how you never quite understood how so many scientists just blindly believed in that possibility with no proof. It wasn’t until that dance with Spencer that you believed in it. If you were the galaxy, that dance was the tilt in your axis. 

Nothing could quite be the same again. 

It seemed that Spencer himself was the disruptor. 

Since that day, everything between the two of you was different. It was simpler. It was too easy to have conversations, to laugh at each other's jokes, to spit inane useless facts at each other. But it also became too easy to melt at Spencer’s bright smile, too easy to stare at his hands as he helped you with your math sometimes, too easy to flush whenever he paid you a compliment on your work. 

Too easy to fall in love with him. 

You didn’t want to think about that but you couldn’t help it. At first, you wanted to chalk it up to you not knowing how to differentiate your feelings. Maybe you just thought you were in love with him because he was the first guy to be nice to you since Jonathan but as the days went on you knew that to not be the case. None of this felt like how you were with Jonathan. With Spencer, it just felt easy. Just felt right. 

It was the weekend so you had off work. Before you would always end up going into work anyway and getting some extra logs in but now you liked staying in and hanging out with Spencer. Right now the two of you were walking in the plaza near your home, fresh cups of coffee in hand. Spencer, at first, did not want to be out but after some convincing (which was just you threatening to leave without him, which he did not like) he was all for joining you out. The two of you stopped in a bookstore and you made a beeline for the astrology section. You hear Spencer scoff when you pick up a book to look through it. You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What?” You say. 

“Astrology, really? Aren’t you a scientist?” 

“Yea, an astronomer. I love Space, so while Astrology isn’t a proven science. It’s fun to think the stars have a say in what kinda person you are.” You shrug. “When’s your birthday?” 

“October 28th.” 

“Of course you’re a Scorpio.” 

“That doesn’t mean anything to me. Astrology isn’t real.” 

“You must be real fun at parties.” You roll your eyes. 

“Well, what’s your sign?” 

“I’m a Cancer. Did you know that water signs are the most compatible? Especially Scorpios and Cancers.” 

Spencer laughs out loud at that. You turn looking him in the eye. “What’s funny?” you say. 

“That itself doesn’t tell you that astrology is bullshit?” He laughs. You narrow your eyes at him. “I mean, us, compatible? It’s funny.” 

You try. You try so very hard not to look hurt by his words, you know Spencer’s a profiler and will see right through it. And he does by the sympathetic look he gives you. 

“You’re right, maybe it is bullshit.” You say, putting the book down instantly. “Let’s go home.” 

You and Spencer don’t talk the whole walk home, in fact you don’t talk when you get there. You’re about to just retreat to your room when you feel a hand circle your wrist. 

“I’m sorry.” He says. 

“You didn’t do anything.” 

“I hurt your feelings.” He says. 

“You didn’t hurt my feelings.” You lied. “I’m just with you all the time. Sometimes I just need a minute alone. Is that okay?” 

He lets go of your wrist. “Of course, I’m sorry.” 

You nod and retreat to your room, blowing a heavy breath as you fell into your bed. Might as well take a nap. You thought as you let sleep take you over. 

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Long, slender fingers found their way into your hair and yanked roughly. You couldn’t help the soft whimper that came behind it. You felt the lips that were sucking hard bruising marks into your neck smirk slightly. His other hand trailed your body lightly until they met their final destination at your sex. You gasp loudly when the digit rubbed soft circles around your clit. 

“Are you going to be good for me?” He asked, you nodded dumbly before moaning out loud when the first digit found its way inside you. Spencer smirked at you. “Look at you. I’ve barely touched you and you’re this wet for me. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He asked, you nodded and gasped again as he found that spot inside you. “Hmm, I don’t think you want it enough baby.”   

You’re shaking your head immediately. “No. Ple-please fuck me.” You stutter. “I’ll be good, I swear.” 

The smirk he gives you is almost devilish. “Alright, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He says as you feel member pressing up against your sex--

You wake up to the smell of something burning and Spencer shouting expletives from what you assumed was the kitchen. You groaned, frustratedly. Since that day your mom came to visit, you dreamed of Spencer almost constantly. Today was no different. You couldn’t escape him in your waking hours and now it seemed you couldn’t even escape him sleeping. 

You hop out of bed and run to the kitchen. The sight before is Spencer frantically waving the billowing smoke that was coming from your oven. You run to open your window and turn the oven fan on. You both look at the pan that had something that couldn’t even be described as food anymore by the degree of which it was burned. Spencer looked at you guiltily. 

“You seemed upset so I thought I’d make you dinner but I was reading and I lost track of time. I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

You smile at him. “Thank you for thinking of me but I wanted chinese tonight anyway, sound good?”  You say, he nods gratefully. 

Later the two of you are sitting at your kitchen table, eating chinese out of the takeaway containers. You were talking about nothing and everything until the topic came to College. You talked about how freshman year you did the whole partying thing before quickly finding out it wasn���t your scene and keeping to yourself for the rest of your college career. Spencer told you he never went to any parties in college. 

“You never went to any parties?!” You asked, shocked.

“Well, I was 12. No one was really scrambling to invite me to frat parties.” 

“So you didn’t do any traditional college games? No beer pong? No ‘Never Have I Ever’?” You ask, Spencer shakes his head. That’s when you get a fantastic idea. You get up and look in the cabinet above your stove which is where you kept your liquor and pulled out a bottle of Jameson. Spencer sees this and immediately shakes his head. 

“No.” 

“Aww, come on. Let’s play Never Have I Ever.” You smile. “If you’ve done the thing you drink.” 

“I don’t want to play a remedial drinking game.” 

You think for a second. “How about this? You’re a profiler, right? And I like to think I’m a little observant so how about this. We’ll take turns making assumptions about the other if the person is right, the other drinks and if they’re wrong, you drink.” 

“I don’t know… it probably isn’t wise for me to be drinking. I’m supposed to be watching you.” 

“It’s not like we go anywhere that’s not here anyway.” You say. “Plus, if you're good at your job, you’ll hardly have to drink.” You throw a pouty face on for good measure. Spencer rolls his eyes. 

“Fine.” He says standing up and snatching the bottle from you, walking to the living room. You giggle at him before grabbing two glasses to follow him out. “Just so you know, it’s wrong to peer pressure people.” He says. 

“Well, what’s a college drinking game without peer pressure.” You laugh. 

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“Who’s starting?” You say as you watch Spencer pour your glass. The two of you are settled on opposite ends of your small couch, facing each other, your knees just almost touching. 

“You can.” Spencer says. “I want to see if you're actually observant.” 

“Okay.” You say, sitting up slightly at the challenge. “You’re an only child.” You say. Spencer raises his eyebrows at you, shocked you actually got something right, but drinks anyway. 

Spencer looks at you for a second. “You have an older sibling you are not close to.” 

You drank. “Yea I’ve got an adoptive older brother. There’s nothing wrong, it’s just he was already much older when I was born and we have nothing in common, other than our parents.” You look at Spencer for a second. “I wanna say divorced parents, but only raised by one.” 

“You’re a lot more observant than I thought.” Spencer says as he drinks. “Dad left when I was 10.” He says offhandedly. 

The game goes like this for a while, both of you confirming your beliefs of each other. You find out about Spencer’s mother's illness, Spencer learning you smoke when you’re stressed. Spencer was winning though, not that you had a problem with that as you wanted to drink, hence why you suggested the game. You were giving him a little bit of a run for his money. It was now your turn and the alcohol in your system must’ve turned off your filter because you say. 

“You’re a virgin.” 

You pause for a second waiting for him to drink when you realize he’s waiting on you to. You widen your eyes in shock but take your drink anyway. “I thought Maeve died before you got to meet her fully.” 

Spencer nods. “She did.” He says, “The two don’t correlate.” He says, like it's obvious. 

You hadn’t been expecting that. “You just didn’t strike as the hit it and quit it type.” 

“And I’m not, but sometimes things are just temporary.” He says looking at you, deeply in your eyes. “You were upset today, in the shop because I said we weren’t compatible.”  

You solemnly take a drink. “Why?” He asks. 

“Hey, that’s not a part of the game.” You say. 

“Please?” He adds. 

You sigh. “I don’t know… I guess, it seemed like the idea of being with me repulsed you. And that was upsetting.” 

Spencer looks at you with the most intense look in his eye. You had never seen that look before and you were glad you hadn’t because it was so heated that it was melting you where you sat. “The idea of being with you…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “Doesn’t repulse me. Trust me.” 

You knew you weren’t the best at social cues sometimes but that seemed like a pretty big one. You move closer to him, so that your faces were close but someone would still have to make that final move. You realize it’s your turn, so you think, Fuck it...  

“You want to kiss me right now.” You say, looking Spencer in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just takes a slow swig from his glass, eyes never leaving yours. He sits his glass down on the table next to him before saying. 

“You want me to kiss you.” 

You sip your drink, looking him right back in the eyes. You sit your glass down next to his and Spencer's hand catches your wrist on its way back. Before you can even get a good look at him, his lips are crashing on to yours. You groan in surprise before melting into it, your hands immediately going for his hair. His massive hands almost engulf your face as he tries to pull you impossibly close to him. He groans as he licks into your mouth, both of you tasting like the Jameson you had just drunk but there was also something under it that was just pure Spencer. You push him back until you are fully seated in his lap. His hands go immediately to your waist. Feeling risky, you experimentally grind your hips, causing Spencer to groan and grip you tighter. His hands slide up your shirt slightly, you moan at that. 

“Fuck-” Spencer says as you suck bruises down his neck. “Fuck, w-we’ve gotta stop.” 

You pull back. “Why?” you ask. 

Spencer swallows, pushing you off his lap. “There’s this thing called transference. You only want me right now because I’m protecting you. You don’t like me.” He says. “We don’t like each other.” 

You realized what Spencer was trying to say. You were both drunk and there, he didn’t really want you. It was being stuck together for so long that was making him attracted to you. You were foolish to think a guy would actually want you. 

“You don’t like me.” You say. “And I read this situation wrong again. God, I’m an idiot!”  

“I didn’t say that, Y/N-” 

“No, you’re right. You only kissed me because I’m what you’ve been stuck with for weeks. You don’t like me. I can’t blame you no guy ever does.” 

“No, Y/N, I just didn’t want to take advan--” 

“I need to smoke. I’m going out.” You say, grabbing. “Alone.” 

“Y/N, that’s not safe and you know it. Let me go with you.” 

“I think we both need to be away from each other. I’ll only be out front. Please.” You plead to him. 

  Spencer doesn’t say anything so you take that as your cue to go. You pull your pack and lighter out the kitchen draw and stomp out the door. As soon as you get in front of the building, you light the first cigarette as stray tears fall down your face. You were such an idiot to think someone like Spencer would want you. Sure you were both smart but you were arrogant and spiteful. Spencer was the sweetest person ever when you got to know him. It was stupid to think there was a world the two of you would work. 

You frustratedly put your cigarette out and stand to head back inside to probably embarrass yourself some more when you feel it. 

The hard slam to the back of your head knocking you out cold. 

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love and Medicine ~ 5

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,300ish

Summary: Scott has issues with tampons. You get pulled onto one of Steve’s cases. (I do not own Marvel or Grey’s Anatomy.)

Everyone was piling out of your car in the medical center parking garage. It was the early hours of the morning and it was time for your shifts. This morning though, Val walked in the bathroom while Scott was just taking a shower. She walked in in just a tank top and underwear, grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing her teeth.

“You don’t understand,” Scott continued as you all walked into the building. “Me gonads, you ovaries.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Val said. “We are out of tampons.”

“You’re parading through the bathroom in your underwear when I’m naked in the shower.”

“Can you add it to your list, please?”

“What?!”

“Tampons,” you clarified. “To the list, it’s your turn.”

“I am a man!” Scott yelled. “I don’t buy girl products.”

“Ooo,” Clint grimaced. “I wouldn’t say that if you don’t want to get kicked out. Besides, I bought them last time they needed some. It’s really not a big deal.”

“Still! I don’t want them walking in while I’m in the shower. And I don’t want to see them in their underwear!”

“It doesn’t bother me, okay?” Val said. “Look at me in my underwear, Scott. Take your time. It’s no big deal.”

As you walked into the hospital and headed to the locker room, you spotted Steve down the hall. You bit your check because how could a man still look that attractive this early in the morning? All dirty scrubs and patriotic scrub cap. You got changed into your scrubs before meeting Gamora at a nurses station. Your group of interns was in charge of pre-rounds today.

“You are the first person they see in the morning,” Gamora stated, explaining how you all should act. “You say please. You say thank you. You apologize for waking them up. You make them feel good about you. Why is that important? Cause then they'll talk to you and tell you what's wrong. Why is that important? Because then you can tell you're attending what they need to know during rounds. And why is that important? Because if you make your resident look bad, she'll torture you until you beg for your mother. Now get out there. I want pre-rounds done be 5:30 am.”

You all nodded at turned away, heading to your patients.

“I better get good patients today,” you told Natasha. “Yesterday, I had two guys with colostomies who needed dressing changes every 15 minutes.”

“I’m gonna be in surgery,” Natasha responded. “Today’s my day.”

“On what?”

“Like I’d tell you.”

You squinted your eyes at her. “What do you know?”

“I know that I was here at 4:00 and you didn't get here till 4:30.”

“Tell me.”

“No. I'm not the intern who's screwing an attending.”

“I am not screw—“ 

As you turned the corner, you suddenly rammed into someone. Their hands found your arms, steadying you. When you looked up, you saw Steve smirking down on you.

“I was just looking for you,” he said.

“Oh, really?” You sqeaked, quickly clearing your throat. Natasha simply rolled her eyes before walking away. “Um, why are you here so early?”

“I have a cordotomy at 5:00. I'll be out at 6:00. I thought I might buy your breakfast before your rounds.”

“I’ve already eaten.” You moved out of his grip to head down the hall.

“What’d you have?” He asked, following you.

“None of your business.”

“You a cereal person? Straight out of the box? Or all fruit and fiber-y?” He laughed. “Waffles? Do you like waffles?”

“Fine, leftover grilled cheese. Curiosity satisfied?”

“That’s sad. Pathetic, actually. A good day starts with a good breakfast.”

“Look, I don’t want to be seen with you in this hospital. Okay? It's unprofessional.”

“I’m just an attending getting to know one of his interns.”

“The intern he slept with.”

“I barely knew you.”

“And it should stay that way.”

“You want me to be professional? Fine. I’ll be professional.”

You stopped to face him. “That’s what I want.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He stared at you, glancing at your lips, as he leaned forward towards you.

“You’re gonna to be late for your cordotomy.” Then you hurried away.

“Nice talking to you, Dr. Grey!” His eyes followed you until you disappeared down another hall.

“You’re whipped,” Dr. Stark commented as he passed by. “A complete and utter, lovesick teenager who happens to be—“

“Seriously?!”

~~~

After taking care of a few patients, Scott found you walking up the stairs in the stairwell.

“There needs to be some rules,” he said.

“So, what, you and Clint can walk around in your underwear and we can’t?”

“It’s not the same—“

“Or that you can see bras just not panties? Or are we talking Amish rules here? Because if you think you’re gonna get Val to—“

“The amount of flesh exposed is not the point. You have to do something. It’s your house.”

“Clint seems fine with it.”

“Y/N—“

“Do you like Val? Is that what this is about? Do you have a crush on her?”

“Val? No. I don’t like Val. No. She’s not the one I’m attracted to.”

“Not the one.” You smirked as you opened the door and went to the nurses station you saw Gamora at. “So there’s a one?”

“That—That’s not the point! Look, there just has to be rules. I need to be able to—”

“Lang, L/N!” Gamora called. “Get Barton or Quill and head down to trauma. Rogers needs you.”

“Rogers is in surgery,” you replied, confused.

“He got pulled before he could start.”

“Great,” you breathed out quietly.

On your way to trauma, you found Peter and unfortunately had to tell him to come with you too. Walking into the trauma room, you immediately noticed what was wrong with the man on the stretcher.

“This look like—“ You began.

“Nails,” Steve interrupted. He held up on x-ray that should 7 nails in the man’s head.

“I can’t see my hands,” the patient complained.

“He’s conscious!” Scott exclaimed, completely surprised.

“Breathe, Scottie,” Peter said. “Don’t pass out.”

“Use 4 mg’s of morphine,” Steve ordered. “Titrate up to 10. You know what? I don’t want him to move.”

“I can’t see,” the man repeated.

“It’s okay,” you comforted. “We need you to be very still, Mr…?”

“Castro,” a nurse answered. “George Castro. He tripped and fell down a flight of stairs holding a nail gun.”

“Sick,” Peter commented with a nod.

“Somehow he managed to miss a blood vessel. That’s a minor miracle,” Steve said. “Optic nerve’s been affected. Can you feel this?” Steve poked George’s right side.

“No,” George answered.

“Numbness on his right side. What’s our immediate concern?”

“Infection,” you responded.

“Right. I wanna be pulling these nails out in the next half-hour. I need a CT.”

“CT’s are down,” a nurse stated.

“What?”

“They exchanged them out last night. Computer's crashed; have them back up by 1:00.”

“So typical. So what are the options?”

“An MRI?” Scott suggested.

“No!”

“Brilliant, Scottie,” Peter said. “The man's got nails in his head. Let's put him in a giant magnet. You want films from three axis points and a C-arm in surgery.”

“Excellent! You guys dig up research and find out if this has ever happened before. Go!” 

The nurses and Steve began pushing the stretcher away.

“My wife, my wife, my wife,” George cried.

“She’s on the way, Mr. Castro,” you said.

“Stay with him,” Steve told you. “Keep him calm and look for changes.”

“Ooh,” George gasped. “I can’t see.”

You and Steve shared a concerned look. 

“Watch him,” Steve instructed. “Carefully.”

With a nod, you and the nurses took George to a more private room. You’ve been asking him questions to fill out his chart.

“Would you say that your health has been good recently?” You asked.

“Maybe some headaches,” George answered. “Nothing compared to now. Sally, that’s my wife. Sally, she’ll say, ‘why you think they call it a gun, moron?’ She hates the damn thing.”

“With good reason.”

“Baby?” A woman called, entering the room with Steve.

“Sally,” George responded.

Sally rushed to his bedside. “You are in so much trouble.”

Steve leaned in to whisper to you. “Get a history from her before you scrub in.”

You had to hold in the shiver that itched to be released. “…okay…”

“Thank you.” 

You met his gaze. He definitely knew what he was doing to you, and enjoying it way too much. After asking George more questions, you allowed the nurses to prep him for surgery while you talked to Sally outside of the room.

“Will he be able to see again?” Sally wondered.

“We won’t know until the nails come out,” you replied.

“Did he tell you he takes photos? Beautiful photos. It's his hobby. I just got him a new digital camera now he can't stop, you know? He always has it out, always taking pictures of me.”

“George told me that he’s been having headaches. Can you tell me anything about them? Have they been recent?”

“Um, I’m not sure. Maybe the last couple of months.”

“Have you seen him experience any disorientation or dizziness?”

“Yes, yes, I have.”

“Okay.” You noted that in his chart, thinking that there might be an underlying cause to all this.

~~~

“Vertiginous or light-headedness?” Steve asked. You were telling him what you had discovered as he scrubbed in.

“Light-headed,” you answered. “Sometimes he’d have to brace himself to get out of bed.”

“Could be a million things. Simple orthostasis.” He noticed your face, still thinking about it. “What?”

“What made him fall down the stairs with a nail gun?”

“He said he tripped. Just because you hear hoof beats, don't assume zebras.”

“Something caused him to lose consciousness and fall down the stairs. It’s possible that he could have a tumor.”

“Look, I have no idea why this guy's still alive, let alone moving and talking. Not a clue. Let's just get him through this before we start digging around for something else.”

Steve entered the OR and you scrubbed in. The OR gallery was already jam packed with other doctors wanting to watch the incredible surgery. You held the tray as Steve pulled the nails out and set them in. The surgery took a few hours, which you were way too happy about.

“Do you see any bleeding, Dr. Wilson?” Steve asked.

“It’s clean,” Dr. Wilson responded. “Way to go, Cap.”

Steve laughed. “No, way to go team. Good job everybody. Thank you. I don’t think we made it worse. The big question is the optic nerve. But we’ll know in the morning.”

“Should I order the MRI?” You asked.

“He needs to stabilize.” Steve walked towards the OR door, tearing off his gown. “We’ll do it tomorrow.”

~~~

The next morning, you, Val, Clint, and Scott were all getting ready for your shifts. Scott and Val were in the bathroom. Val was brushing her teeth in her underwear while Scott was showering, again.

“I reminded you before you went!” Val shouted.

“I forgot when I got there,” Scott replied.

“No, no.” She threw open the shower curtain. “You were so passive-aggressive.”

“Naked!” Scoot covered himself. “I am naked in the shower!”

“They’re just tampons, Scott. I really needed tampons.” You and Clint entered the bathroom. “I’m not riding in the same car with him.”

You began looking through the cupboards. “If you're going like that, you're not riding with me… where are the tampons?”

“He didn’t buy them.”

“You didn’t buy them?!” You and Clint repeated.

“Oh, man.” Clint continued, running a hand down his face. “Way to make both our lives hell now.”

“Men don’t buy tampons!” Scott shouted.

“You know what?” Val got into Scott’s face. “You are gonna have to get over this whole man thing, Scott. We are women! We have vaginas! Get used to it!”

“I’ve got you, girls,” Clint said. “I’ll run to the store during lunch or, if that doesn’t work out, after our shift.”

“Thank you, Clint,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re a life saver.”

“See, Scott!” Val exclaimed. “Real men buy tampons!”

~~~

After getting into scrubs, you made your way to George’s room. He was awake and talking. As you read through his chart, Steve joined you.

“Grilled cheese again?” He asked.

“Cold pizza,” you replied.

“You live a sad life,” Steve chuckled. “Is he awake?”

“Even better.”

“Really? Let’s see what his nurse says.” The two of you entered the room. “Hi, Sally, George. How are you this morning?”

“Tell them what color my dress is, George,” Sally encouraged with a smile.

“I’d know the answer to that even if I couldn’t see,” he responded. “It’s blue.”

“Can you tell me what you had for breakfast on Monday?” Steve asked.

“Cheese omelet. And on Sunday. And on Saturday. And on Friday. Sally gets up every morning and makes me a cheese omelet.”

“It’s the only thing he likes,” Sally said.

“It’s the only thing you know how to cook.”

Steve smiled as he wrote some things down in the chart. “Okay, well, things look good. But I am ordering an MRI for this morning to check for residual bleeding. Dr. L/N will take you down there right now.”

With a nod, you wheeled his bed down to the MRI. You got him set up before going behind the glass to wait with Steve.

“How do you think I’m doing?” Steve asked. You quirked a brow up at him. “With this whole professional thing? Is it working?”

“Not anymore,” you responded, looking at the screen. The scan began pulling up. “Look.” You pointed.

Steve turned to study it. “Damn. Yeah, right there.” Steve pointed to the scans. “That’s a tumor. It’s midline near the hypothalamus.”

“Shit.”

With a sigh, Steve explained the options to you before you two headed back to George’s room, to explain to him and Sally.

“Best practice, probably to remove the tumor,” Steve told the couple. “Probably because I can't get it all. 99%, but not all of it. Radiation and chemo, you're looking at maybe five to ten good years.”

“Let’s do it,” George quickly said.

“You haven't heard the downside. See, the tumor is located in a part of your brain where your memory and your personality resides. And because of the fuzzy edges of this type of tumor, I have to cut out a lot. George, you stand a good chance of losing your memories. Of losing who you are.”

“Is there any other way?” Sally asked.

“The alternative is gamma or cyberknife treatment with focus radiation. It's less evasive. There's little chance of memory loss or him losing himself but it would only give Jorge maybe three to five years.”

“Three to five years?”

“This is an incredibly difficult decision. If you have any more questions or you need to talk to me, I'm here, okay?”

They nodded and you and Steve took it as your queue to leave. It was hard decision that they needed to make. You don’t know if you’d let them cut into you at risk of your personality.

~~~

After taking care of some other patients, you found your way back to George’s room. Steve was just walking out of it.

“They want the surgery,” he told you.

“They want you to cut it out?” You clarified.

“Mm-hmm. It’s their decision.”

Steve left and you waiting outside George’s room until he was asleep.

“Sally?” You called, motioning her to meet you in the hall.

“Yes?” She replied, meeting you.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“Yes.”

“You need to consider what you'll lose. What good is five years if he doesn't joke about your omelets and he can't remember seeing you in that blue dress?”

“It’s still five more years.”

“You don’t understand. He’ll be there, but we won’t be George. He won’t even recognize you.”

“This is none of your business.”

“You have no idea what this will do to you. Isn't five good years better than ten bad ones?”

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Steve questioned, coming back up to you.

“She needs to understand.”

“But I do understand,” Sally said. “You think that I'm being selfish, that I don't want to give him up.”

“I don’t.”

“This is George’s decision. And it that means ten bad years for me, fine. I'll give him those years because I will give him whatever he wants.”

“Look, I am so sorry, Sally,” Steve apologized. “Just please forgive her. She's an intern.”

“And if he doesn't remember me, if he doesn't remember what we are, he's still my George. And I'll remember for us both.”

“Okay, alright.” 

Steve guided Sally back into George’s room, shooting you a disappointed look. You watched as Steve spoke the couple through everything again, making sure to keep your distance from the room. When he was done, Steve came back out, shaking his head at you in disappointment.

“You crossed a line today,” he warned. “It’s not your place to talk to patients like that.”

“Understood,” you stated, stoically. “I’m sorry, Dr. Rogers. It won’t happen again.” 

As you walked away, Steve sighed, looking back at you. You went to the locker room, it was time for your shift to end any way. After you had changed and packed up your things, you turned to head out and saw Steve leaning in the doorway. He looked nervous, in his street clothes with his hands in his pockets.

“Look,” he started, “I’m sorry about—“

“Don’t apologize,” you interrupted. “I was out of line. Understood.”

Steve gave a nod. “Right. Well… uh… I came… well, I occasionally eat breakfast at this small place on Broadway. I was wondering if you’d join me in the morning?”

“Really, Steve? Don’t you understand that this is wrong?”

“It’s just a breakfast. Two friends meeting up for a meal.”

You sighed. “Where and what time?”

He grinned, straightening up. “The Broadway Cafe, let’s say 7?”

You headed through the door way. “I’ll think about it,” you said as you passed him. “Good night, Dr. Rogers.”

“Think about it?” He rushed after you. 

“Yes, I’ll think about it.” You stepped into the elevator, turning around to face him. Steve didn’t enter. “We’ll see in the morning.” 

Steve gave a small smile as he shook his head and the elevator doors closed.

“Shit,” he realized quietly. “Maybe Stark is right. I’m whipped.”

“Did I just hear you say that Tony’s right?” A strawberry blonde woman came up beside Steve. “Please don’t tell him that, he doesn’t need a bigger ego.”

“I definitely won’t, Pepper. He’ll never let me live it down.”

“No, he won’t.”

“But you should listen to him. Go out with him.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sadly, I am.”

Pepper clenched her jaw, studying Steve for a second. “Alright, I’ll give him a chance. How bad could it be, right?”

“How bad could what be?” Tony asked, coming up to the other two doctors. “Good evening, Rogers, Pepper. What are we talking about?”

“Oh none of your never mind,” Pepper responded. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

As Pepper left, Steve watched Tony watch Pepper walk away.

“I think we both might be screwed."

next chapter >

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Valentine's Love~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon) *Request*

Requested by the lovely @Tianna814193.

Plot: Optimus hears of Valentine's Day for the first time and learns more about what it is thanks to the kids. He wants to do something special for Y/N so he took her to a special place and made love to her ;)

There was no plot nor which Optimus version so I had to choose.

Npte: the art goes to the onwer!

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area: Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Today was a snowy day in Jasper Nevada. Surprised, right? Usually, it's freaking hot and warm there since it's like... deserted place. Kinda like in Africa, Egypt. But don't get fooled! Weathers can change there too. Have you been ever to Alaska? It's tough to know when it's in fact night. Why? The occurrence takes place each winter because of the tilt of the Earth's axis. "This tilt makes it so that none of the Sun's disc is visible above the horizon," according to Chinchar. But that doesn't mean the town will be completely dark. It's also not always winter there like how you saw in the movies. 

So, it's February 13th... one day away from the official Vantine's Day. It's a day where you give your loved ones presents, to show love to them. You can give presents to your family and friends. It can be candy, cards, plushies, etc. 

Y/N was 18 and she was at her house. She sadly doesn't have time to hang out at the base. She got a lot of work to complete so she texted Miko, saying that she doesn't have time to hang out today.

At the base~

"Oh come on!" Miko groaned while throwing her hands up in the air, making her pink phone go flying and land on the couch.

Jack looked at her while Raf was listening while working on his laptop. Some bots were listening as well while others like Ratchet were busy. "What's wrong, Miko?"

"Y/N doesn't have time to come hang out in the base! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day!"

That caught every bot's attention, especially Optimus'. Once they all looked at the kids and Miko quickly noticed that every bot is staring. "What?"

"What's this 'Valentine's Day', Miko?" Optimus asked while walking over to the kids.

Jack looks surprised. "You bots don't know what Valentine's Day is?"

"On Cybertron, we don't celebrate holidays," Arcee said while her arms were crossed.

"Well, Valentine's Day is a day where you give gifts to your loved ones. Like to your family, friends, especially to your lover. It's also when someone confesses their love to their crush," Raf explained.

"And what gifts can you get?" Bulkhead asked.

"Oh, different things! You can get like candy, plushies, cards, prepare romantic dates, and much other stuff!" Miko answered with a big smile.

Optimus couldn't help but be interested. He's in love with Y/N ever since he met her. It's just... her beauty and especially her kind personality caught his attention. He offered to be her guardian and his spark beat happily when she said yes. She accepted the offer. But oh boy, he didn't know that Y/N is in love too with the handsome, kind leader. 

But of them didn't know that they'll be extremely sexually active like... they're both in the hard mood to do 'it'. It's normal when you are a couple but it's very important to be careful. Both of them won't admit to anyone but they both had wet dreams about each other more than once. Yeah... if they both showed signs or accidentally told it out loud, then they'll be so embarrassed (my best friend, who's a guy, admitted once to me in the school bus that he had a wet dream about a girl once).

"If you don't mind, will you explain more?" Optimus asked.

The kids nodded and they explained more. They even told me how it started. Optimus was thinking this whole time about how to confess his love to Y/N. He has no idea that he'll be sexually active right on Valentine's Day. His spike will be hard, begging to go inside of Y/N. Crap, he's getting naughty thoughts again. That's when Optimus has a plan...

The next day~

When Y/N woke up, she got dressed and brushed her teeth. She was surprised when Bumblebee picked her up instead of Optimus. The leader told everyone his plan to confess his love to Y/N, except for the naughty thoughts. He's having a lot of trouble keeping his voice under control. He's sexually active, needing to have sex. His spike is sure very hard behind his codpiece. Luckily, no one suspected a thing.

When Y/N arrived at the base, Ratchet told that Optimus was at the beach in the wooden cabin. Wait, how can he be inside since the wooden cabin is.. small? Welp. Only one thing to find out. Y/N went through the groundbridge when it was activated. When Y/N arrived at the beach, it was very breathtaking:

Y/N pinched herself to see if she wasn't dreaming. It was all real. Y/N then felt... hot. She couldn't help but let out a small moan. She quickly controlled herself and saw the wooden cabin. Once she opened it and went inside, she saw a big white bed, covered in beautiful rose petals. Even some candles were on to make it even more romantic, curtains closed. 

Y/N smiled brightly. Optimus loves her. She knew it now. She then heard metallic footsteps and she turned around to see the love of her life, except he's small! Y/N's mouth was open in shock while her eyes went wide.

Optimus chuckled and gently closed her mouth with his digit, but never left her face. He gently cupped her face with his soft, gentle servos and kissed her with passion. Y/N let out a surprised moan but she kissed him back. She slung her arms around his neck and kissed him harder. The Prime moved his servos to her waist and pulled her closer. Y/N couldn't help but let out a loud moan, especially since her private part was overheating and throbbing.

She pulled away embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, Optimus. I... I just have a problem."

Optimus showed a gentle, kind, loving smile. "I know, sweetspark. I've read your body language." He then felt a little embarrassed. "I have the same problem with my spike."

Y/N felt confused at first until it clicked fast. His penis was hard. Spike is... you know. So, both of them have the same problem. But Optimus doesn't want to force his beloved since he's not that kind of a bot. As Orion Pax, he was shy, kind, quiet, overworking, helpful, respectful, and gentle. But now as Optimus Prime, he's stern, calm, strong, smart... So, he has kinda two sides. But there's still Orion Pax in him if you pay close attention to him. Ratchet told the story of who Optimus was before he became a Prime. The kids found it interesting, especially Y/N.

Y/N looked up to meet his optics. "D-Do you mind if we help each other. Clearly, our bodies want... you know."

Optimus doesn't respond, instead, he slammed his dermas on her lips. He backed her gently until she fell on top of the white bedsheets. At least the rose petals were soft. He climbed on top of her and looked into her eyes, asking for permission. Y/N nodded and started to touch his chassis, causing Optimus to purr. 

Some time passed by and Y/N was fully nude underneath the leader. She already has love bites around her neck. Optimus' optics was full with lust as his one digit entered her heated core. That caused Y/N to gasp and moan. "A-Ah! That feels so good! Please more!~"

Optimus granted her wish and added another digit inside of her. He moved inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around his digits. He's smirking inside. When he felt her orgasm, he pulled his digits away, causing Y/N to whine.

Y/N shot her eyes open when she heard a clank on the wooden floor. She saw his private member. His spike. "It's so big!~" That caused Optimus to look flustered and watched her as she used her hand to grab his spike and gently started to stroke it. Optimus moaned as his member twitched. Y/N stroked faster until Optimus shot his transfluid. It landed on her chest and stomach area. Y/N sill looked seductively and giggled. 

Optimus was surprised by the next act.Y/N lifted her legs up, and opened her heated core with her fingers, inviting Optimus to go in. Optimus then prepares and lined his spike right at her pussy.

"Please put in!~" 

Optimus smirked and went inside of her. He immediately grunted as the warmth and tightness greeted his spike. Y/N immediately moaned and instead of pain, she felt pleasure. Pure pleasure. She panted and moaned louder. "A-Ah, so good. Give all of you, Optimus. F-Fuck me so hard until I can't walk!~"

Optimus smirked and rammed into her. That caused Y/N to scream, moan and talk dirty. Like, really dirty talk. She couldn't help it! Her legs and arms are wrapped around him. "O-Oh, yeah! Yeah! H-Harder! I'm close!"

"As you wish, my dear.~" Optimus smirked and rammed even harder. 

Y/N felt her G-Spot being hit many times that she saw stars. She was just so in love, lost in pure pleasure... That's when she felt her orgasm. She screamed Optimus' name in pure bliss as he shot his transfluid inside of her. It was warm and sticky. Optimus stayed inside of her for almost a minute before pulling out. Some of his transfluid dripped down into the sheets. Both him and Y/N felt much better.

"T-That was amazing, Optimus."

Optimus smiled lovely as he laid down next to her and pulled her closer. He held her protectively. "It was, sweetspark."

Happy Valentine's Day!

[aj-writes-here]

Second chapter of Ineffable is done! The ideas for this fic keep flowing and I’m quite happy, still, I'm a bit insecure because I have no idea if you like how it is turning😂 So if you have any feedback that would be cool. Have a good night! 💕

Serie's Summary: Tomioka Giyu found you on a mountain, no memories at all. After training for years, you managed to become a pillar, a Hashira, but still... You wanted answers, is there someone looking for you? Is someone waiting for you at home? Deciding to find the answers, you start a journey to seek the truth... But that didn't happen. The ship crashed and you ended on land where giant creatures roamed the earth, Titans. That's how they're called. Maybe Captain Levi Ackerman can help you survive, maybe you are going to hate each other, or maybe you can found love in each other. 

Ineffable [Chapter Two: A Stranger in a Strange Land]

''I have fought against demons, I know how to use my sword and I'm strong'' She said, looking at the giant things at the distance ''But... None of them had been this tall.'' Glupping hard, her plan suddenly made her doubt ''And why the hell I'm talking with myself.''

Crazy. That's how she felt. Those things could step on her and make her part of the ground, or they could eat her. But a sure thing was that dialogue was not an option since they didn't seem smart, or rational. Maybe if I move slow, she thought. Did it matter? Her life? No one would miss her, and no one would ever know she died.

But to achieve things, sacrifices have to be made.

Tightening her fist on her sword, she started moving. Slowly, quietly and keeping as far as possible from those creatures. What if they see her? She would have to fight, that's the only way. But it was going to be hard, figuring out a weak spot, their methods, was she even going to have time to think? Damn it. Inhaling for long seconds to calm down, she moved quietly and behind a tree, there was no time to ideal something, to think about a plan b. If they attack her, she would have to go for their heads. It never fails. At least with demons, it worked that way.

She was strong, fast, agile, and most important her sword was made to cut almost everything, it shouldn't be hard.

y/n had been walking until she forgot how much time it had been, the shiny sun was more orange by the time, and it felt way much heavier on her back, it must have been hours off walking dehydrated, injured, and lost. There was a moment when there were no giants to be seen, but that didn't make her lose her attention, they could pop out of nowhere, and as she had no idea what those things were it was better to stay alert all the time. Her mouth was dry, the pair of broken ribs didn't make it easier, even breathing was becoming a complicated task. The blood that had run down her forehead was dry and uncomfortable as hell, but she kept walking. At some point, she had to find someone, right? 

And she did.

Her facial expression went from tired to shock, gripping her sword in a natural reflex when she saw two of those things running to her direction. One of them must have been somewhere around six meters, or so she calculated. The other one? Smaller, three, maybe two meters.

Think fast, goddammit, you said to yourself.

Their head was the goal, cut the head and they will be gone. At least that was the logical thought. What if the lower creature was used as a ladder get to the taller one and in that way, she could jump down to the back of the smallest. Yes, that was it.

When the distance from the massive object and courage were together she did it. She ran towards the beast, and when the taller one tried to grab her she used his arm to run tall the way up, avoiding the other arm that was trying to catch her.

y/n flinched in pain, her ribs were only hurting her more and more. Once on the shoulder, she made sure she stayed away from his side and recklessly she used a big lock of its hair to hold on and use it as if it were a vine to reach the back of his ahead, if she moved fast enough and out of the giant sight she could have a chance.

''Second form, water wheel''

She whispered to herself, and right after she jumped away from the body and spun on her axis cutting the nape of the creature, and even more. It was a big cut, opened perfectly. Everything was happening so fast, but even in that speeded motion, she could notice the creature ceased its attacks. It had worked.

When the body was falling she jumped to the back of the smaller one, the hair was shorter so she couldn't use it, that's why she had jumped right on his shoulders. Second form, she thought again and repeated her movements. And it worked again.

But not everything could be happiness. y/n landed hard on her feet, and she could tell something was sprained. She wiped the blood that fell on her face while trying to recover her breath. What the hell did she just do? She had killed them, but if she had to take another one, she was not going to be able to do so. A knee fell to the ground when the pain on her rib cage was almost unbearable, and she stood there for a couple of seconds, processing everything. She had to keep going. Even though it hurt.

Using the katana as support, y/n kept walking. Blood running down her forehead, her vision getting cloudier and cloudier, and the steps were taking much more time than the one previous the fight. Clenching her teeth as if it helped to forget the pain, she looked back. The giant bodies still on her sight range, was she really moved that little? It felt like hours, but she was tired. And sleeping was a good idea. Great, now visions had started. There, on the horizon, she could see horses galloping her way, and y/n could swear she heard voices shouting. She scoffed at her own idea, falling on her knees, her torso following right after.

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''Captain! Two on the front!'' Sasha shouted. He was about saying something else when they all stood in shock.

Contrasting with the orange sky, it was easy to notice the silhouettes on the horizon, and then it happened. At the distance, the soldiers that were on the first line could see it. Someone using the hair of the titan as a vine, and after, the titan collapsing to the floor. Dead.

They just rushed their horses, it was a person, and it could be in danger. But before they could reach the spot where the dead titans were, someone found something. The Captain ordered almost half of the cadets to look the perimeter as Hanji got closer to the body and a curious Armin trying to see what was happening.

''Yo, Levi. Come check this'' Hanji said, getting down her horse.

''What the fuck is this'' He looked almost in disgust at the unconscious body.

''Who'' The scientist corrected him. ''How did she get here?'' 

''No idea, but she's not from inside the walls. Look at her clothes'' kneeling to look closer, Hanji analyzed the dirty haori.

''Oi, Hanji. She could be pretending, watch out'' 

''She's barely breathing'' she was sure at the moment she had laid her hand on her back. ''I've never seen anything like this. Do you understand the meaning of this, Levi?

''Tch, don't create scenarios, shitty glasses. Maybe she did that herself'' Levi maintained his distance from the body while looking at her particular clothing, then looking at the titans.

''Did she... Did she do that?'' Hanji said as standing up, her eyes looking the same as Levi. It was hard to believe and comprehend.

''Apparently'' He walked towards the katana and took a piece of cloth out of his pocket so he could grab the sword by the handle, looking at the blood. ''Oi, bring a cart'' The black haired man shouted. ''You better prepare a good explanation to eyebrows.'' 

''He'd be as curious as I am, she is going to go through the biggest interrogatory of her life.''

''If she survives.''

Some soldiers placed the body on the cart, but the katana stood with Levi, he didn't know who the hell you were, and of course he was not going to trust someone in a deplorable state.

The cadets looked at the stranger, some stares were concerned, others were curious and others were afraid. The appearance of a body in the middle of nowhere with weird clothing meant only one thing for some. There was more outside the walls. At least, it was only Levi's new squad the one that went to that expedition, and if she was not from there, it was something they would have to keep as a secret among the squad members and Erwin. If someone knew she came from outside the walls... There will be chaos.

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Her head and body felt like steel, but her back felt somehow comfortable. Opening her eyes slowly, y/n find herself in a dark place, only a couple of candles were creating light. She sat on the bed, looking at her body. Her entire torso was bandaged, and some stains of blood glittered among the white. Still, she felt covered in dirt and dried blood, she use a hand to touch her face, it felt dry as the dessert. Fuck, could she ask someone for a shower? Looking around she could see it was a cage, pretty much like a prison. It took a while before her eyes could adjust to the sight, she laid a hand on her head trying to remember. And she did, the giant creatures, the horses on the horizon, the sunset. Before you could even say something, a voice finished waking you up.

''Ah, welcome to the Survey Corps head quartes! I'm Squad Leader Hanji Zoe'' you tried to move back but it was it, the wall was right there. The four eyed woman's face was almost in between the bars of the cell. ''Care to tell us who you are and where you're from?'' She asked enthusiastically, but it was also possible to sense a bit of threat.

''I'm... y/n'' that's all that came from her mouth, Hanji was about to say something but she was stopped.

''Let her breath, I bet she can't remember shit. Oi, brat.'' He said, his back leaned against the wall in front of your cell ''You are not leaving this beautiful place until you speak, so you better think fast''

Those were his words before leaving, calling Hanji as well. Another man was standing in front of her cell, a guard, she thought.

So the image she saw was real... They saved her life but she was also trapped there. She looked to the side and grabbed the glass of water, taking a short sip.

Levi and Hanji headed to Erwin's office, he had to be aware of it, so a meeting was arranged to explain the situation and to decide what to do next. Something had to be done about it, but the question that was in her head was... How much did she have to say?

[obviously-best-potions-master]

Short Way to Heaven

Chapter 52

Word count: 1416

Warnings: 💕 smut, 18+

Snape was sitting on the bed, leaned on a pillow, and waited for you to come out of the bathroom. Even 20 minutes of your absence seemed to him an eternity. How had he lived without you all this time? And how happy he was now. It was a blessing to have someone who understood him, someone who needed him and brought meaning to his life.

Snape smiled to himself, imagining how you’d appear in the doorway, wrapped in a towel, and, still a little embarrassed to expose your naked body, would quickly dive under the blanket.

The sound of an open door pulled him out of pleasant thoughts, returning him to no less pleasant reality.

“Come here,” he stretched out his hand, inviting you into his embrace.

Smiling, you made a few leisurely steps forward and sat on the edge.

“My hair is wet, give me a few minutes.”

“Do you want me to help you dry it?” Snape straightened up and moved closer to you. With a gesture he lifted your comb, and it sailed through the air, dropping straight into his palm. Leaning on the soft mattress with both hands, you reached out for his lips.

“I don’t want to bother you,” so much love and gratitude was there in your eyes.

“You will never bother me!” he stroked your cheek and gently taking you by the shoulders, slowly turned your back to himself.

You chuckled cheerfully and made yourself comfortable, giving him full access to your hair. He’s always been very delicate with you, and you knew for sure, that he wouldn't hurt you by ripping a single hair from your head.

Snape lovingly took wet ends in his hand. He was extremely gentle and took great care in the way he ran the brush through your locks. He unconsciously threw his glance on smooth curves of your shoulders. Your pale skin attracted him with fierce force. He couldn’t resist it and leaned toward you, leaving a soft kiss on the crook of your neck.

Shivers ran down your spine and you closed your eyes, dying with pleasure. Tilting your head to the side, you moaned quietly, letting him know, how much you enjoyed what he was doing.

Caressing your skin, Snape continued combing you, but now he knew you both would stay awake for a little while before falling asleep, and a lustful grin appeared on his face.

Snape planted soft gentle kisses all over your neck, while he was busy with your hair. After drying it with a simple spell, his hands smoothly drifted through your strands, massaging your scalp, which made another moan escape your mouth. While his fingers were still drowned into your soft hair, his lips made their way along your shoulder up to your jawline, leaving on your skin faint traces of hot air, expelled from his lungs. 

His kisses sent tingles throughout your body, fogging your mind with one only desire: to connect your flesh in passionate ardor. 

Slowly pulling the towel off, Snape exposed your perfect figure to his sight. Your breathing quickened once his warm palms grabbed your bare waist, sliding smoothly up your sides to the curve of soft breasts, squeezing them slightly at the first discreet touch and getting more and more demanding. Your nipples hardened in arousal, the pain between your legs grew stronger with his every touch, making the further waiting of the man to take hold of you unbearable. 

Your feverish sighs made it clear you wanted more. 

“My sweet girl…” he whispered, slowly gliding one hand down your belly to your soaked entrance. 

A quiet whimper rolled off your lips once he pushed a finger inside your needy core, and started slowly pulling it out and shoving back in. You threw your head back on his shoulder and arched your spine, responding a pleasurable sensation, which promised to grow into overwhelming flaming surge, washing over your entire being, if he continued. Besotted at how sensitive you were becoming, Snape had no intention to stop, the thought of bringing you to your climax took over him, driving him insane.

Your hot wet walls clenched around his finger, as he curved it slightly to hit the spot, which made you weaker and weaker for him. You quivered under his touch, utterly drunk with the bliss the man so generously gifted you. He wrapped his arm around your ribs and abruptly pulled you to himself, hissing passionately into your neck, his mouth slightly open, as his lips trailed slowly along your skin.

The tension knotted in your abdomen was way too much to bear. You whined his name, begging for release, and he gladly gave you what you needed, as he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing intense yet gentle circles. This was enough for you to get over the edge, the wild flame rushed across your body in a powerful outburst, spreading heat throughout your extent in strong frenetic waves and sweeping you over.

Snape growled into your nape, as if he himself could experience this delightful feeling, which made you bushed and breathless. Eyes closed, you leaned against him, your chest raising frantically, and your body still shaking. Giving you time to come to your senses, he planted kisses all over your skin, where his lips could only reach, his hands wandering slowly along your sides.

Unable to restrain himself, Snape carefully laid you onto your back, and slightly spreading your legs, found his place between your thighs. His cock painfully throbbed in arousal, craving to feel your seductive warmth. He couldn’t help moaning low in his throat, once he pushed his length into you, making a few first slow thrusts. Blood rushed to his face, hammering in his temples and almost blacking his sight, as you fully took him in hot wetness of your tight core. Your walls stretched around him, enveloping his manhood into sensitive fluttering flesh, which felt like a true relief for a man, who had to abstain himself during torturously long, neverending minutes (no less enjoyable though), while his attention was focused on pleasuring the most precious woman in his life.

You clasped Severus’ neck, clinging to him, as he started pumping inside you, filling you to the hilt. His every movement heated you up with astounding intensity, the stinging feeling in your belly growing stronger, making it impossible to endure. Your body trembled under his weight, feeling his hard cock pulsating inside, his hips bumping into yours in fast and hard thrusts of love. Gasping for air, you seized his shoulders, your nails leaving deep traces on his skin.

His name left your lips in a fierce whisper, when you reached your climax, releasing the tension built up in your abdomen. Sweet tingling sensation washed over you with an explosive force, taking away your last breaths and the residues of energy, leaving you weak and exhausted. Lost control over your mind as well as over your body, you felt tears streaming down tour cheeks, while you were both crying and laughing at the same time.

Snape frightened at first, thinking he’d hurt you, and froze for a moment, but your shiny eyes begged him to continue.

“You’ve just brought me to heaven…” faltered voice of yours infatuated the poor man, spinning his world around the invisible axis, which passed through the center of your shared bed.

His eyes glistened with delight, bringing you that high over the edge was a dream he never wanted to wake up from. He felt euphoric, picking up his pace again. The pressure inside grew stronger uncontrollably, his jolts became frantic in overwhelming feverish agony. Snape’s body flushed warm, as he loosened the strain, which was unbearable to hold any more, and growled in your ear, filling you with his seed in few last erratic thrusts.  

Helpless, you laid under Severus’ mass, unable to move, your vision blurred with bliss and pleasure. It took him a while to catch his breath before he could raise. Leaning on his elbow, Snape gently wiped tears from your cheeks, peppering soft kisses over salty traces left on your beautiful face. His warmth would seep into your being every time his lips touched your skin. Hands wrapped around his neck, you pulled him closer, whispering how much you loved and needed him. Melting into your hold, Snape answered you the same, realizing, how weak and defenseless he was becoming at your kind words, enjoying that power you had over him.

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[vwoodes]

@jcllyfisn warning in advance i wrote this with my head switched off, but the inspiration had me. probably completely ooc but //clenches fist// i love htem.

It starts like this.

It starts slowly, seeping through cracks she didn’t know were there, sneaking up on her and settling in her bones before she can do so much as guard against it.

It starts on quiet nights and early mornings, in messy breakfasts and walks on the beach, happens with little nudges and snarky comments, drinks shared over laughter and tears, with fights and with embraces and without even a little warning at all.

It starts here.

Val is zoned out, sitting, staring at nothing as she usually does; as she has been, for the past hour. Somewhere in the back of her head, she registers the ache seeping into her bones along with the cold, her muscles stiff and angry. She doesn’t move. She sits, and she stares, and she ignores the world for a moment, lets her mind go blank and deliberately doesn’t think of anything. Doesn’t think of the way her hands ached with bruises. Doesn’t think of how her split lip had scabbed, weird and pinched and going to heal wrong. Doesn’t think of the look in that girl’s eyes as Val had pounded her father — murderous, drug-running, but still a father — into the ground. She doesn’t think of any of that, and instead she fills her head with nothing and everything, gaze fixed on the horizon where dusk stains the sky with crimson, and sits. Her ears are filled with a constant buzzing, the back of her eyes tattooed with static-y and off-coloured shapes that make no sense. But the ocean is calm, the beach is empty, and only the soft crash of breaking waves in the distance disturbs her vigil.

She doesn’t know how much time has passed, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, but eventually she blinks and night has fallen. The red has leached out of the sky, replaced with violet, and indigo, and a million tiny pinpricks of light. There’s someone standing in front of her, a darker shape in the dark of the evening, and the light of the moon allows her to pick out details like the line of a nose, or the pattern of a coat. None of that matters though, because Val would know that shape by heart, no matter how it changes.

They don’t talk, but Olivier takes a seat next to her, close enough that Val can feel the way her raincoat creases as she moves, can feel the heat of another human being, hear her breathing in and out in time with the waves, slow and steady. Val lets her eyes slip closed. She leans, just that tiny bit it takes until she’s resting her head on Olivier’s shoulder, and basks in the warmth that radiates between them, spreading throughout her body. Her back aches, and her fingers cramp when she moves them, and she’s pretty sure that if she tries to stand up her legs will be numb — but it’s nice.

It’s quiet.

That’s the beginning, but looking back, it’s not until later that things change. Like a ball rolling down a hill, it starts slow and builds momentum, and Val is left chasing after it and wishing she had realised sooner.

It’s a fleeting touch on the back of her neck as she teases Quartz, tiny grin bared for all to see as Val gives the kid a heartfelt noogie (Quartz hisses and spits and struggles in her arms, but Val knows she could easily break free if she wanted to — and isn’t it something, that this wounded, broken, wonderful child has come to trust them even this much? The inevitable bites and scratches will be worn like a badge of honour, smug because, ha! In your face Thatch, Quartz likes her). It lingers both too long and not long enough, and Val leans into the touch, as she always does, but doesn’t give up on her quest to embarrass the kid. Olivier passes by, her hand trailing along the nape of Val’s neck and over her shoulder, and the shiver along her spine has nothing to do with Marco’s tired glare and everything to do with the glance Olivier left with — one alight with hidden mirth and something like affection. Arms slackening around her prize, Quartz breaks free in an instant, hair fluffy and sticking out in every direction, cheeks adorably flushed as she bites out curses Val would be proud of if she weren’t distracted. She tracks Olivier’s progress across the deck and resists the urge to follow after her, resists the gravity that has her facing the door Olivier vanished into, like Mercury orbiting the sun.

But the pull is there, and it never quite disappears.

It’s the way her hair catches the light of late afternoon, one day by the deck. There’s a party in full swing around them, a welcome or a birthday or something, but Val is rooted to the spot, hand half raised in greeting. People laugh and chatter and push by her, there’s music starting up, and someone’s said something that makes Whitebeard roar with laughter — and Val stands there and remembers. She remembers that sunset from months ago, and thinks Olivier’s hair is the same shade of violet. Exactly the same, Val thinks. Lit from behind with the light of the sun, warm and cool meeting and melting together seamlessly, she can almost see it soak up the scarlet sky until it’s dyed a boundless indigo and dusted with stars. It should be nothing, just a passing fancy, but it leaves her struck still.

And then Olivier turns, and sees her, and smiles, and Val’s chest catches fire.

It’s a tiny thing, that smile, tiny and sweet and real.

The fire in her chest has burnt it’s way up to her cheeks by the time Val manages to move, but she doesn’t continue on, she spins on her heel and leaves, manages to make it to a hallway below deck with only minor stumbling, and she swallows and counts that as a win.

Time passes, as it always does, and it becomes normal, feeling a wildfire burning inside her when she’s around Olivier. Sometimes she will smile, or tell a joke, or get that light of mischief in her eyes that means she’s about to prank some unfortunate soul, and the blaze will flutter and spark like a gust of wind fanned through it; Other times, times when they haven’t seen each other in weeks, months, times when events catch up to them, when she says something wrong, or forgets — then it feels like going hungry and losing appetite at the same time, fire sputtering to embers and glowing coal; but it never goes out.

Val learns to adjust to the inferno beneath her skin.

Even with that, it takes more. Val’s on an island, alone for the first time in what feels like forever, but has really only been a couple of weeks. There’s a good lead on a bounty, plenty of money in her wallet, a great bar just down the road, and she even has a place to stay. By all rights, she should be thoroughly enjoying her stay here, but. She’s not.

There’s something trailing at her footsteps, a need to call out, but nobody to call to. A reminder, in lilac baubles and strange seafood. A glimpse in a window, half expecting there to be two reflections instead of the one.

She’s. . . not restless, that’s the wrong word for the emotion curled in the hollow space between ribs, around her shoulders, pressing her down. She’s not restless, but it’s similar. She’s. . .

Lonely.

Val pauses in the street, let’s the bounty she’d been trailing round a corner without her. Loneliness is an emotion she hadn’t allowed herself in years, not even when separated from Johnny and Yosaku, and to feel it now sends a dull thorn into her mind. It’s a crack in her mental blocks, and now that she recognises the one, others come tumbling after: she’d been sad, to leave the ship. She’d been happy, to be wished well on her travels. She was eager to leave the island and return h-

She stops that thought there, turns around and heads for the bar.

When she does return to the ship, a month later than she’d promised last she wrote, it’s with sheepish apologies for the worry and many souvenirs. The gifts are received with mixed reactions, but that’s fine, she hadn’t really been paying attention when she bought them this time. She’d been distracted by feelings, of all things, and it had taken an unfortunate amount of time to wrap her head around the fact that that was okay now, that she was allowed to feel. And what a revelation that had been, face down in the sand with a nest of empty bottles around her, leagues away from the people who caused it. No one has ever accused Val of being the smartest crayon in the shed, but she tries not to cringe as she thinks of it. She really is dense, sometimes.

She’d missed them, the Whitebeards. And most of all, Olivier.

Thoughts of returning had buoyed her borrowed sails, and this time she didn’t let ending up on the wrong ship steer her off course. She wasn’t part of the family, she wasn’t even friends with most of them, but they made her feel welcome in a way precious few had before, and it struck her that she’d never told them how much that meant. She wanted to, now, wanted it with a passion she rarely felt and even rarer acted on. Olivier isn’t there, but she’s probably away on business and Val doesn’t let it bother her. She opens her mouth to say something, her small gathering by the rails comparing presents and ribbing each other in a happy mess of bodies, and then she spots her. Olivier is next to her father, gesturing at something before heading their way, and Val thinks, I should wait for her, and, her coat looks a bit singed, and, Stephan got bigger again.

And then their eyes meet.

It starts like this: a flash of purple, a fleeting touch, a secret smile.

It burns in the back of her throat, and makes her heart beat raw and aching, and steals the breath from her lungs to make room for- for other things.

Val meets Olivier’s eyes across the deck, and it’s like stepping off a ledge, her stomach swooping in ways that probably aren’t healthy.

Something grows in her chest, sinks deep into her veins and hooks into her skin, strips the words from her tongue and shifts everything inside her just a bit to the left, just enough to tilt the world on its axis. Or maybe she’s the one tilting (though it feels more like falling), and regardless she reels from it. Head spinning, the world settles around her in a new and unfamiliar way when she finally finds her feet.

“Oh,” Val says. Breathes the word out, because there’s no room left in her for anything but realisation, and the importance of air and oxygen leave her mind in the wake of it. And then she says it again, because, “Oh.”

She’s in love.

[kyletoom]

Let’s make a Gameboy Advance game! Part 1

If you’ve come here, then you’re probably either here for my Gameboy Advance game development or are (at the time of posting) a time traveler who has already seen what else I will be posting in the future and came to the past to see the beginnings of it all play out. Both are completely valid reasons to be here, but first, let’s cover the basics:

About Me:

I’m a hobbyist game developer/college student studying Computer Science. I have an interest in Japanese things and have recently studied abroad there. I am also my University’s Game Development Club president, and I haven’t been mutinied yet, so that’s a good sign. My first game system was the Gameboy Advance (there is no such thing as coincidences, eh?) and my favorite game is Pokemon Emerald.

Why Tumblr?

Simply put, I wanted to share my adventure in game development with more people, and this seemed like a good place to do so. I also have a few friends here already, so might as well join the party. I have a Twitter too (@kyle_toom) but that platform isn’t particularly well suited for long devblogs.

What will you post?

At the moment, I am considering posting about once every two weeks. The reason for this is that I want to deliver quality posts... and am a busy person who can’t spend all day blogging and making games :P As for what I will be posting, for now, I will be talking about making games for the GBA, but in the future you can expect me to talk about another very special mostly-secret(TM) game. I am a programmer by nature, but I want this blog to be accessible to non-programmers as well, so I will leave the technobabble confined to technical note sections of the blog and explain things from a non-programmer’s perspective otherwise.

GBA! GBA!

Alright, alright. Let’s get to it.

Well first things first: how does one get started? There are two main ways to program a GBA, but we will be taking the C route. C is a programming language that is significantly easier to work with than the other option, assembly. Here is a sampling of each to see the visual differences:

Assembly:

C:

Yeah okay, it looks complicated either way, but at least with C you can give things names to make it a lot more readable. Both codes simply fill the screen with a given color, so nothing too fancy. However, thanks to modern compiler technologies we can turn C code directly into a GBA game file (referred to as a ROM). If anyone is wondering where I got the information to make GBA ROMs, you can find the tutorial I used here. Needless to say, though, it is geared at experienced programmers, so be warned.

So let’s make a simple GBA ROM! Well first thing’s first, we have to get an image, “sprite”, onto the screen.

Yay! We got a tiny 8 pixel by 8 pixel sprite onto the screen! That was easy enough right? Yeah, it wasn’t too bad. I made a sprite that uses two alternating colors in a palette and then put it at the coordinates (16, 16). As opposed to what you learned in math class, the coordinate system in the GBA starts with (0,0) at the top left, with the y-axis increasing as you go down. The reason it does this is because of how memory is structured and how the GBA handled scanlines. Yes, scanlines, just like an old CRT screen TV. Normally computers can flash an image onto a screen all at once, but GBAs do it one line at a time. This means that if you change a sprite’s position in between lines, you could end up shearing the image! Thankfully, there is a few millisecond period between finishing a frame and starting the next, so we actually change the sprite’s position in that brief time.

Another thing about images in the GBA is that they are almost always paletted images. This means that instead of using any color under the rainbow, an image has to use a small selection of colors. Technically you can draw to the GBA with its full range of colors, but this is actually too slow to draw at 60 frames per second with. Thanks to the Tools menu in VisualBoy Advance, the emulator that I use, you can actually see the palettes stored in memory:

The first (technically 0th) spot in sprite palettes is actually reserved for transparency, so I started adding colors at the next two spots.

Next, let’s make the square move! Because the GBA runs at 60 fps, it is pretty easy to write up some code to add consistent movement to a sprite.

But a little 8x8 square is pretty boring, huh? Why don’t we add a 16x24 sprite then? Well, things get a little bit tricky with that, actually. We can have 16x8, 16x16, or 16x32 sprites with the GBA, as well as other dimensions that satisfy the expression 8*2^n, but we can’t actually have 16x24 sprites. This leaves us with two options: take up extra space and use a 16x32 sprite to draw a 16x24 sprite, or use two sprites, a 16x16 and 16x8 sprite. I actually like the second option better so I will do that.

Player sprite borrowed from my friends at Monster Crown, an upcoming monster taming game! Woo! You can check out their fully funded Kickstarter here.

So that was no problem, right? Well, this time I have been vastly oversimplifying it. You can’t just take an image’s data and store it in the GBA’s memory directly. If you did, it would look something like this:

Now THAT harkens back to the good ol’ days with Missingno on Pokemon Red and Blue! This is because while normal computers take images row by row, the GBA can only work with 8x8 “tiles”. If you split it up correctly, this is one of the ways you can represent it:

The main thing that you don’t see happening here is that each third of the image is actually split into two 8x8 chunks. The data of the first chunk has to completely finish before you can get to the data of the second one, as opposed to storing the information row by row like normal. This is how the 8x8 tile that is the left side of the character’s head is actually stored:

Because this is a pain in the neck to do by hand, I actually made myself a tool to do it for me. After all, the motto of programming is “if you keep having to do something, make a function or program to do it for you.”

Well anyways, that’s enough for now. Next time I will show you how I add backgrounds and animation to my demo.

If you would like to try the demo out for yourself, here is the GBA ROM file.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

Programmer time

Okay, time for me to let my programming talk run free! This time, I would like to talk about what we call I/O registers on the GBA.

You know how normally to get something on a computer screen you have to call a function? Yeah nope, not on the GBA or similar systems. Instead of calling a function to get a sprite on the screen, we have to write to a certain memory address. Except not even that! For instance, address 0x6000000 isn’t actually at that location in memory, as the GBA doesn’t even have that much memory to begin with. Rather, the top few bits of the memory address indicate which chip on the GBA to send the data too. While 0x6000000 is byte 0 of VRAM, 0x4000000 is byte 0 of the BIOS.

Anyways, to get a sprite on screen we have to do several things. First, we have to load the sprite’s image data into a certain part of VRAM. And then we have to load the palette into Palette Memory (yes it’s separate). Finally, we have to go into what we call Object Attribute Memory (OAM) to tell the sprite where to go on screen, which palette to use, which properties to have, and if it’s even supposed to draw or not.

Okay, so that’s not too crazy. But of course, every bit of every type of memory has to be utilized! Something that threw me off for a bit was that the y coordinate for a sprite takes up 8 bits of memory... While the x coordinate takes up 9 bits. Lots of bitshifts and bit masks.

The final caveat with memory has to do with how each memory is built into the circuit. Some chips are 16 bit, some are 32 bit. While this generally doesn’t do much, if you try to write a single byte to VRAM then, well, you’ve written two bytes with the same value. It very much enforces that 16 bit value when it comes to VRAM and I believe a few others. I can already tell that working with memory is one of the hardest parts of working with the GBA...but onwards none-the-less!

[shipwrexked]

INTP realness

when you read articles about INTP “statistics” and they all make you sound like some Doctor Strange Sociopath it’s time to break the stats into realness.

Statistic #1: INTP’s may actually be better than average at detecting lies. 

INTP Realness: This statistic comes from a study that found that the more NTP preferences you have, the better you are at spotting when someone is lying. 

You can read the study HERE. People with more NTP preferences appear to spend more time looking inward instead of outward but that is a misconception. INTP and ENTP’s spend a larger than average amount of time taking in outside information and processing it internally. Not only are we aware of our environment we’re processing that environment and crunching it down to it’s most basic, elemental parts. So while we might “seem” disconnected we’re actually very connected. You could call us the “Ghost in the Shell”.

Statistic #2: INTP’s are only the 10th most likely type to develop heart disease and hypertension. 

INTP Realness: There is no real scientific correlation between this stat and the MBTI. The only medically suggested reason behind this statistic was that INTP’s have an innate ability to compartmentalize every aspect of their lives and to be able to completely disengage with the world around them thereby keeping their stress levels relatively lower than other types. So basically that whole compartmentalization, emotionally disconnected thing that we do..keeps us pretty fuckin’ chill so we don’t stress out and die.

Statistic #3: In a survey of coping mechanisms used by the types, INTP’s are the 2nd least likely type to share their problems with someone close. They are also the least likely to rely on religious beliefs.

INTP Realness: This is a common misconception that INTP’s are not religious. INTP’s have a higher than average rate of agnosticism (16.2%) and atheism (11.1%). These numbers simply  mean that we INTP’s are the second most likely to be agnostic (literally translates as “not knowing”) and the third most likely to be atheistic. HOWEVER 72.7% of us do believe in a higher spiritual power whether that comes in the form of traditional orthodoxy or a general spirituality. Take me for example I spent quite a few year on my spiritual journey searching for what my spiritual truth was. I did eventually find it and I am devoutly entrenched in my spiritual beliefs. Why wouldn’t I be when I spent decades learning, asking, questioning, searching, trying to find what I believed? 

Statistic #4: INTP’s are the second most loyal customers. A study tracked how long the people of each MBTI type maintained a business relationship with an automobile dealership. It turns out that the average “COR” length for INTP’s was 13 years, by comparison the average customer relationship lasted only 5.7 years.

INTP Realness: I think this statistic is actually true but it’s not so much loyalty as it is laziness. Look when I bought my car last year I did TWO YEARS of research! TWO YEARS PEOPLE!!! I researched everything from consumer reports, to Federal Safety Tests, to gas mileage to insurance before I finally settled on the one car that I went with. I researched dealerships, met with car salesmen, and negotiated the price that I wanted. I’m not doing all that motherfuckin’ work AGAIN for another vehicle. So yeah we probably are seen as the most “loyal” but I’d say it’s actually that we’re just not moving again.

Statistic #5: INTP’s are the 3rd most argumentative type.

INTP Realness: Yes, I might even say we’re the 2nd most. We use debate to refine our thoughts, theories, plans, everything. What other people see as “argumentative” we see as “discovery”.  

Statistic #6: INTP’s were found to score higher on a Rebelliousness factor derived from MMPI content scales, to score lower on a Phobic Symptoms scale, to be more likely to earn a diagnosis of combat-related post-traumatic stress disorder on DSM IIJ-R/1V Axis I, and to be labled “antisocial” and “avoidant” on AxisII. 

INTP Realness: All right. I can’t argue this one, much as I’d like to, because I have personal experience with it. Not me but my dad is an INTP, same as me, and he’s a Vietnam Vet. So yeah the PTSD that’s a for real issue and due to the inherent nature of INTP’s I can see why we would be more susceptible to this than other types. I often hear people refer to INTP’s as Antisocial and Avoidant but we’re not avoiding society we’re simply picking and choosing which parts of it we enter and we allow to enter our sphere. We’re not “all inclusive” in the sense that just “anyone” can be allowed in. We have criteria for picking and choosing our friends. NO we don’t always know what that criteria is but it’s there none-the-less. We may allow more people into the outer circle of our friendship but only a VERY SELECT FEW are allowed in the inner circle. Sorry not sorry. For those not in the inner circle or one of it’s outer rings we’re not intolerant of you. We don’t even know you exist. We don’t actually care either. For INTP’s our care cup is never all the way full therefore we don’t possess the patience or the inclination to care about ALL THE THINGS or All the PEOPLE! We know that about ourselves that’s why we’re selective. 

[t-baba]

Create Interactive Charts Using Plotly.js, Part 3: Bar Charts

In our last tutorial, you learned how to create line charts in Plotly.js. Every aspect of line charts, like the data to be plotted and the shape or color of the line connecting the plotted points, can be controlled using a set of attributes. Plotly.js allows you to create bar charts in a similar manner. 

In this tutorial, you will learn how to create different kinds of bar charts using Plotly.js. I will also discuss how to control the appearance of these charts, like the bar color and width, using specific attributes.

Before going further, I would like to mention that you can also create some basic bar charts using Chart.js. If you don't plan on using any of the fancy features of Plotly.js, using a lightweight library makes more sense.

Creating Your First Bar Chart

You can plot a bar chart in Plotly.js by setting the value of the type attribute to bar. The rest of the tasks, like creating a trace object or providing the data to be plotted, are similar to the process of creating line charts. Here is the code you need to create a basic bar chart in Plotly.

var barDiv = document.getElementById('bar-chart'); var traceA = { x: ["Mercury", "Venus", "Earth", "Mars", "Jupiter", "Saturn", "Uranus", "Neptune"], y: [5427, 5243, 5514, 3933, 1326, 687, 1271, 1638], type: 'bar' }; var data = [traceA]; var layout = { title:'Density of Planets (kg/m3)' }; Plotly.plot( barDiv, data, layout );

Here is the chart created by the above code. The planet density data has been taken from the Planetary Fact Sheet provided by NASA. 

Creating Stacked, Grouped, and Relative Bar Charts

If you need to represent more complex data in the form of a chart, you can use the barmode attribute available in Plotly to do so. This attribute can be set to stack, group, overlay, and relative. It's usually helpful if you want to plot multiple bar traces with related information.

The stack value creates stacked bar charts in which bars representing the subgroups of the entity are placed on top of each other to form a single column. All the bars within a subgroup have different colors that show the individual contribution of that section to the whole entity. The combined length of the stacked bars represents the total size of that entity.

Here is some code that stacks the GDP contribution of the top eight countries together. The Nominal GDP sector composition data has been taken from Wikipedia.

var barDiv = document.getElementById('bar-chart'); var primaryGDP = { x: ["United States", "China", "Japan", "Germany", "United Kingdom", "France", "India", "Italy"], y: [215364, 964772, 56764, 27959, 18549, 47277, 391672, 37050], type: 'bar', name: 'Agricultural Sector' }; var secondaryGDP = { x: ["United States", "China", "Japan", "Germany", "United Kingdom", "France", "India", "Italy"], y: [3427876, 4464876, 1300833, 982067, 556477, 455355, 580755, 448305], type: 'bar', name: 'Industrial Sector' }; var tertiaryGDP = { x: ["United States", "China", "Japan", "Germany", "United Kingdom", "France", "India", "Italy"], y: [14303756, 5788633, 3377434, 2484874, 2074864, 1985647, 1280813, 1367145], type: 'bar', name: 'Service Sector' }; var data = [primaryGDP, secondaryGDP, tertiaryGDP]; var layout = { title:'Nominal GDP Sector Composition of Top 8 Countries', barmode: 'stack' }; Plotly.plot( barDiv, data, layout );

The stacking order for the subgroups depends on the order in which the data was passed to the function.

Setting the barmode to overlay will place the individual bars in subgroups over one another. While this mode can be useful for direct comparisons, you should be careful with it because it will hide shorter bars that were passed earlier in the plot() function. 

The following chart has been created with barmode set to overlay. You can now easily compare the GDP contribution of a single sector across all countries with ease. It is worth noting that all the bars of a single country now start from the bottom. This makes a few observations very easy to spot. For example, it is now very clear that GDP of service sector > GDP of industrial sector > GDP of agricultural sector in all of the top eight countries. 

At the current scale, it is impossible to properly see the contribution of the agricultural sector in the GDP of Germany, United Kingdom, and France. The ability of Plotly.js to zoom in can prove very useful in such cases. You can zoom in as much as you want, and the chart will still be very sharp.

Instead of stacking all the bars of a subgroup on top of each other, you can also place them together to form a group. You will have to set the barmode to group to create grouped charts. Keep in mind that providing too much information in grouped charts can make them hard to read. 

You can control the space between bars from different categories as well as bars within a subgroup using the bargap and bargroupgap attributes respectively. Up to this point, the bars were all drawn in order to plot the actual GDP numbers. However, you can use the barnorm parameter to draw the bars in terms of percentages or fractions. When barnorm is set to percentage or fraction, the total contribution of the main category is calculated, and then a percentage is allotted to individual bars based on the subgroup value.

For example, the service sector contributes about 79.7% to the total GDP of United States. This means that the bar for service sector in case of United states will be drawn up to the 79.7 mark. All these attributes discussed in this paragraph are specified in the layout object. Here is an example of the layout object that specifies all these parameters.

var layout = { title:'Nominal GDP Sector Composition of Top 8 Countries', barmode: 'group', bargap: 0.25, bargroupgap: 0.1, barnorm: 'percent' };

The final barmode value called relative is useful when you are plotting a group of traces with both negative and positive values. In this case, the positive values are drawn above the axis and negative values are drawn below the axis.

Changing the Bar Color, Width, Text, and Other Attributes

It is possible to change the color of bars in a trace using the color attribute nested inside the marker parameter. The color and width of the bar outline can be changed in a similar manner. These options are nested inside the line attribute, which itself is nested inside marker. Each of these options can be supplied either as a single value to specify the color and width of all the bars in a trace at once or as an array to specify a different color or width for individual bars.

Another important attribute that you might find useful is base. It allows you to specify the position where the base of a bar is drawn. It can be helpful in certain situations where you are posting relative values that need to be offset to show the right result. 

Additional information can be provided about a specific bar or plotted point using the text attribute. The position of the text can be specified using inside, outside, auto, and none. When inside is used, the text will be positioned inside the bar near its end. The text itself can be scaled and rotated so that it fits properly inside the bar. When outside is used, the text will be placed outside the bar near its end. In this case, the text will only be scaled. When no value has been set for the hovertext attribute, the value of text is shown inside the hover labels as well. 

You can also use different font families for text lying inside as well as outside the bar using the insidetextfont and outsidetextfont attributes.

Here is an example of using all these attributes to create a chart that plots the relative speed of different vehicles, with a single moving vehicle as a reference.

var barDiv = document.getElementById('bar-chart'); var lightGreen = 'rgba(0,255,50,0.6)'; var redShade = 'rgba(255,50,0,0.6)'; var traceA = { x: ["Car A", "Car B", "Car C", "Car D", "Car E", "Car F", "Car G", "Car H"], y: [100, 80, 40, 160, 75, 93, 8, 125], type: 'bar', text: ['','','','Overspeeding','','Overspeeding','','Overspeeding'], textposition: 'inside', width: 0.8, base: [-40, 10, 50, -45, 0, 15, 60, -20], marker: { color: [lightGreen, lightGreen, lightGreen, redShade, lightGreen, redShade, lightGreen, redShade], line: { color: 'black', width: 1 } } }; var data = [traceA]; var layout = { title:'Speed of Cars (km/hr)', yaxis: { dtick: 15 } }; Plotly.plot( barDiv, data, layout );

As you can see, I have passed the base and color values as an array. When vehicles are going in the same direction, they appear to be moving slower, so we need to add the speed of our own vehicle as a base value to get the actual speed. 

When vehicles are going in the opposite direction, they appear to be moving fast, so we need to subtract the speed of our own vehicle to get an accurate result. This allows us to show additional information about the speed of our own vehicle on the same plot. The following CodePen example shows the final chart plotted by the above code.

Conclusion

This tutorial showed you how to create a variety of bar charts in Plotly.js using the barmode attribute. You also learned how to customize the appearance of individual bars in a chart using a specific set of attributes. I have tried to cover all the commonly used attributes of bar charts in the tutorial. 

However, there are still a few additional attributes that you can read about in the bar trace reference section on Plotly. Some attributes that I have explained in the tutorial are missing from the reference section, but they can be found in the source files of the library if you are interested in learning more about them.

If you have any questions or suggestions related to this tutorial, feel free to let me know in the comments.

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Manhattan Skyscraper Explorer – when Open Data and ArcGIS API for JavaScript meet

Open data is an awesome thing nowadays. It’s amazing how many organizations publish their data to allow citizens to learn more about the city they live in. An example of such data is the New York 3D city model data published by the New York City Department of Information Technology and Telecommunications. However, to get to explore the buildings from New York, users should have access to the software that reads and visualizes the 3D models, which is often not the case. Therefore, building a web application based on such data seems like a natural solution to empower citizens and people around the world to find out more about the buildings in New York.

This was also my goal when I started building the Manhattan Skyscraper Explorer. I limited myself to Manhattan, because I was mostly interested in the highest and most popular buildings in New York: when were they built? how high are they? what do they look like? what are they currently used for?

I built an application looking for answers to these questions using ArcGIS API for JavaScript. All the new features in version 4.4 contributed to making this a really fun to use and intuitive app.

View the live application

I started by coloring the buildings based on the time period they were built in. This way I could see where are the areas with newer or older buildings, discover which buildings were built in the same period or see that in some neighbourhoods like Soho most of the buildings are built before 1925. Afterwards I was curious to correlate the construction year with the height, so I built a timeline with Y axis representing the height. In this timeline each building is a circle with the color given by the construction period. It was interesting to notice that less skyscrapers were built during the Great Depression and almost none during the World War II.

The timeline is connected to the map: if a user selects a building in the map, the corresponding element will be highlighted in the timeline. If a user selects a building in the timeline then the app will zoom to that building and display more information about it. Highlighting is a new functionality in the version 4.4 of the JavaScript API. Here is a basic example on how it works.

Immediately spotting the tallest buildings on a 3D map is not very straightforward. That’s why I added a filter to the SceneLayer that would allow me to only display buildings that are higher than a certain level. Let’s say for example I’m only interested in buildings higher than 500 feet. Filtering out buildings smaller than 500 feet leaves only skyscrapers in Lower and Midtown Manhattan.

You can filter features in a FeatureLayer or a SceneLayer by using definitionExpression. Here is a sample on how it works.

Although the original dataset already had some nice attributes like building name, construction year and building height, I was curious about some more information like what’s the current use or how does it look like. That’s why I decided to use the Wikipedia API (called MediaWiki) and the Flickr API. Most of the skyscrapers are very famous and have their own Wikipedia page, so I used MediaWiki to search for it and get the abstract of the page. Not all the buildings have a Wikipedia article so I wanted to mark the buildings that have such information. That’s why I added an extra point layer with information icons that show which buildings have extra information. The problem was that these icons were hidden by the buildings and were overlapping quite a lot. I used several new features among which the relative-to-scene elevationInfo mode and featureReduction to solve these problems. For more information about styling points in a city, have a look at this sample.

I was pretty happy with my result so far, but realized that I needed to add more tools to help users easily find the buildings and to help them orient themselves on the map. In a first phase I decided to add the names of the most important negihbourhoods in Manhattan. Adding labels on a 3D map can be tricky because from most angles they will end up being hidden by buildings. One solution is to set a vertical offset and add a line callout to make sure the location of the label is still clear to the user.

Another very useful feature is the search functionality. Finding the Empire State Building just by looking at the map can be very difficult for users that are not familiar to Manhattan, so searching by the name is what most people would do. So I added the search widget and set the feature layer with the buildings as the source. Here is a sample that explains how to do that.

You can see the live application here. In case you are curious to know more details about a specific implementation process of this app, write it down in the comments below and I’ll write a follow-up blog post on that.

Happy 3D mapping!

Raluca

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