#using AI for my internship

[graceofagodswrath]

Conversing with AI generators is like conversing with the fae. Like yes, odd little program whose existence I barely comprehend, I need this specific paragraph with this specific information with this specific structure. Oh no, I forgot to specify that I don't want bullet points? No, please don't reload the whole article, just this one paragraph, oh god oh no its regenerating everything and its all wrong and now I must give up my first born to the infinite creature of code god help me please

[darkdragon768]

I may be cringe but at least I'm not using ChatGPT or other generative AI.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Heartbreaking- the only reference I could find that I liked for shading practice was an Ai generated pic 😔😔😔

[thewritingfairy]

Wait- Tim care? 🥺

I love you!! I love you so much!!

I saw stories where niglacted reader where Damian cares, Where Jason cares, Alfred (even though he will prioritize the others or he is Yandere and want to have all the reader's time), Steph, Cass, But never Tim and Dick (no. I found a bot where you are neglected and have a good relationship with Dick when AI still just came and I was still trying to understand how it works).

I love Tim and I always feel they did him bad when they portrayed him as seeing someone getting neglected and simply doing nothing.

He knows the pain, he'd act even if it's just in the shadows!!

Thank you for this. 🥹 You made my day.

And can I be 😶‍🌫️anon? I'll drop some asks from time to time.

You get it!! Tim was way too self-aware to ever neglect (Name) without thinking it through. It sounds weird. But hear me out.

Tim knows the damage of the viligante business, and he knows the damage of neglect. But he had a hard time acknowledging his trauma around that, he still doesn't believe he has been abused from time to time. So he brought the two on a scale, and he decided that neglecting you was the best way to protect you.

He thought that's why Bruce ignored you, that he wanted one child that was free from the shakles of their morals and life style. But after Jason's crime he realises, that was never what happened. You're neglected in the same way he was. But he doesn't know how to bring this to Bruce's attention as he fears his love will disappear (which isn't a justifable reason but trauma makes us do crazy shit). So Tim feels like all he can is support you from the sidelines, he just wishes he could make you feel better.

And as I said before, Tim would never ignore your physical pain, but Cassandra would (before she becomes a yandere and before she understands what's going on with you). Tim isn't mentally well, he has never been after his parents neglect. So he cannot help but admire how strong you stand, but he also cannot help the guilt in his stomach as he realises in what pain you are. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.

(Tim was also the one that suggested replicating your room and tried to fix your heirlooms, but since most were centuries old jewerly ect. he didn't want to really do anything without your premission so he just fixed the necklace your mom gave you when you turned 4 and extended the chain so that you could still wear it)

(also edit, idk if you know but AI is incredibly damaging to the environment, they create a lot of electronic waste and consume a lot of water. And story bots collect data like it's a snack. Im against the usage of ai in general due to my internship and personal beliefs (ai art isn't art :) ai stories aren't stories either and by the love of everything that's holy STOP USING AI IN LEGAL FIELDS, now this has become a rant oopsie). I was also really naive when it came to ai, do i wanted to make sure you add this information in this post if anyone wants sources I'll find them and if needed translate them to English)

[despacito-uwu16]

Instant Regret- Tadashi Hamada x Reader

“But I miss you, I’m sorry” - Gracie Abrams

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You would think that no matter how big or small the arguments would get, that you would always find a way back to each other. But it really wasn’t the case for the two of you. 

You’ve gotten a job opportunity at the company of your dreams. However, their office is ten thousand miles away from home. At first, you weren’t sure what to do. You built your life around getting into the company of your dreams, however you never prepared yourself for the day that you have to leave San Fransokyo. Not only that, you would be leaving Tadashi behind. But after a few days of hesitation, you decided to take the risk and go for it. 

You and Tadashi were in your apartment watching your favorite TV show while eating Chinese take out. You couldn’t concentrate on the current episode of That 70’s Show because you didn’t know how to tell Tadashi about the job. If you tell him about it, he would for sure be supportive of it. Right? It’s not like he would just tell you to turn it down…

“Something wrong Y/N”? He snaps you out of your daze. 

“No! Nothing’s wrong”. You quickly said. 

“You sure? You barely touched your eggplant and tofu”. He pointed at your food with his chopsticks. 

You look down at the take out box. It was barely half empty. 

“I’m just not hungry”. You said, playing with your food. 

“Y/N, if something’s bothering you, you can always talk to me”. Said Tadashi. 

You look down at the food. “I guess it’s time”. You thought. 

You put your food down and turned off the TV. You turned to him and gently held his hands. 

“There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you”. You confessed. 

“Okay”. He turns to you. “You got my full attention”.

“Well, remember I told you about that job interview for that company I always wanted to work at”? You started. 

He thought for a bit before replying. “The one with the virtual reality and AI research?”

You nodded.

“Well…” you sighed.

“I got the job”. You looked up at him giving him a small smile.

His eyes lit up and he started smiling ear to ear. “Y/N that’s amazing! See! I knew they would like you”! He hugged you tightly.

“Yeah. However, they want me to work at their London office”. You added. 

Tadashi’s face fell as he let go of you. “Oh, I see”.

“I know, I promised I would stay, but I didn’t think they would relocate me. But hey, we’ve been through this before. Who said we couldn’t do it again ”. You said

“Yeah, yeah totally”. Tadashi looked at the ground.

You noticed his facial expression. It was a mix of sadness and disappointment. You knew that he wouldn’t approve of this.

“Did I say something wrong”? You ask.

“It’s nothing like that, it’s just”… he trailed off

“It’s just what”? You pressed on.

He let out a sigh before continuing “I had a plan for us to move in together after college. For us to start our life together”. 

“I know this is a huge shift from what we’ve planned Tadashi. But this is my dream, you know I couldn’t just let this slip by”. You said in attempts to justify your reasons .

“What about us and everything we built”? He said, emphasizing on “us”.

“Well what about me? You knew how important this job and this company is to me”! You exclaimed

“Am I not important to you”? He asks

“You are, that’s not what I meant. I just thought you would be more supportive of me”. 

“I was so supportive Y/N! I supported you when you went abroad for a semester, I supported when you had that 8 week internship over the summer! I was there for you through thick and thin, and now you’re leaving again”? He raise his voice.

You tried to calm the situation down, “Tadashi please I”- 

“You never think about the consequences of your decisions and how it affects others. YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLY SELFISH”. He yelled, his words piercing into your ego.

You were both sitting on opposites sides of your black leather couch. The room fell silent. The only thing you both could hear was the clock ticking away and you attempting to muffle your sniffles. But before long, you hear Tadashi letting out a sigh, breaking the short term silence. between the two of you.

“I don’t know if I can wait for you this time Y/N”. Tadashi looks at you. 

“No. Please stay. I want you to stay”. Your mind screamed.

“Then leave”. 

You felt the couch cushions rise as Tadashi got up. He grabbed his hat from the hooks along with his keys. 

Before he closed the apartment door, he looked at you hoping you would say something to make him stay. But you just sat there and stared at the blank TV.

“Goodbye Y/N”. He shuts the door.

And that was the last time you ever saw him. 

The next thing you know, you got a call from Aunt Cass. She slowly broke the news about Tadashi’s passing. At first you thought Tadashi was doing this in retaliation for what happened a few weeks ago. But after the news broke out about the fire that killed Tadashi and Professor Callahan, the sad reality settles in. Tadashi is gone.

The funeral was short and simple. You stood in silence, hovering over your late boyfriend’s tomb stone while everyone around you cried. You didn’t think this was going to happen. It wasn’t supposed to happen. 

You weren’t planning on sticking around during the reception. But before you could leave, Aunt Cass stopped you.

“Tadashi wrote something for you”. She hands you a white envelope. 

You thanked her and began to make your way to the door. But as you were about to leave, you made eye contact with Hiro. You were about to say something, but he disappeared into his room. 

You came back to your semi empty apartment physically and emotionally drained. All of your furniture has been shipped to your new apartment in london, and the only thing left is a small white mattress and a few cardboard boxes stacked into a pyramid. You took a bottle of wine from one of the moving boxes and drank out of it. You sat on the floor, letting your head fall back against the wall. Looking down at the envelope, you carefully opened it. You took out the paper and unfolded it.

Dear Y/N,

I wanted to call or text you, but I don’t think you would respond. I’ll be sending this to you after the SFIT showcase. You know that I’m never good with words or with writing down my feelings, so bear with me. 

I want to start off by saying, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for calling you selfish. You were so excited about your dream job, and I ruined our night. You were never selfish to begin with, I was. The truth is, I got scared. I know we’ve done long distance in the past, but the thought of us eventually drifting apart scared me. I should’ve been more vulnerable when it came down with these things, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. 

I never want to loose you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Remember during our date at the butterfly gardens, we were all alone in the auditorium and I randomly blurted out “I want us to last forever”. Well, when I said forever, I meant it. I want us to last for a lifetime.

If anything, I want you to take that job. You’ve worked so hard for it and I bet you would make a great employee at the London office. understand that I cause you some pain, and I don’t expect you to forgive me now. But when you’re ready, I’ll be here, waiting for you. 

I love you so much Y/N.

Sincerely,

Tadashi 

You buried your head in your arms as you let out loud sobs. You cries drowned out the sounds of the thunder and rain outside. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like if you never took that job offer. What would happen if you apologized to him. Telling him how much you loved him, telling him to stay. The amount of instant regret fills up your heart, and there was no way of getting rid of the grief that came with it. 

“I miss you, I’m sorry”. 

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A/N: I love me some angst hehe srry readers :)

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[e77y]

IT WENT REALLY WELL AND I’LL HEAR BACK LATER TODAY OR TOMORROW!

Internship interview this morning 🤞

[fikesyd]

bakugo katsuki x pro hero sister headcannons ♡

labels. she/her pronouns, y/n is used, reader resembles masaru’s personality.

warnings. light cursing, sibling rivalry/banter, mild violence (sparring), light angst, katsuki being katsuki, occasional soft!katsuki moments, ai used for quirk, light fluff. self indulgent as a older sister lol

as kids, katsuki was always trying to one-up you. if you learned a new move, he needed to master it ten times faster. it was exhausting for your parents, but you secretly loved it.

it started as rivalry—he wanted to beat you. but over time, he stopped comparing and started watching. you were sharp, confident, and strong as hell. and despite how much he grumbled about you being annoying, you were also the reason he never let himself fall behind.

now that you’re both older, katsuki’s picked up this habit of not liking people talking about you in any way that sounds remotely flirtatious. especially if it’s denki. katsuki hates how much denki likes you. it’s hilarious.

❝why the hell was sparky looking at you like that?!❞

❝katsuki. you’re being dramatic.❞

❝nah. he wants to die.❞

people would stop and stare when you two walked down the street. not just because of the familiar fierce expressions, perfect mix of mitsuki’s striking beauty and masaru’s soft features.

your mom teases that you both get that overprotective streak from her. your dad just sighs in the background and adjusts his glasses.

your mom is insanely proud of you. you’re her clone in all the best ways: attitude when necessary, but calculated grace when it matters. she calls you her ❝perfect little menace.❞

your dad is your soft spot. you’re a total daddy’s girl and katsuki pretends to gag whenever he sees you two reading together or fixing up old support gear in the garage.

sunday mornings in the bakugo household are sacred. you and katsuki make breakfast together—him handling the fire, you handling the precision. sometimes you both burn things on purpose just to irritate mitsuki.

your hero name is miststrike, and your costume is sleek, black and with accents of your favorite color, or just all black, with specialized fabric that helps concentrate your mist in high-pressure areas like your wrists and collarbone. katsuki thought it was badass and totally jacked some design elements for his own.

❝…tch. don’t flatter yourself. i didn’t steal that much.❞

❝your gauntlets are literally based on my fog-chambers.❞

❝shut up.❞

during katsuki’s internship with shoto and izuku, endeavor brought you up while training with him. katsuki nearly exploded on the spot. ❝your sister’s quirk is very controlled and calculated. you’re… emotionally driven.❞

❝don’t compare me to her!❞

he does compare himself to you. all the time.

ignition mist is terrifying up close. slippery terrain, no visibility, and then boom—you snap your fingers and light the whole room up.

your quirk has a strange synergy with katsuki’s. you can trap people in mist, and katsuki can blast them once they’re disoriented. in simulations, you two are basically a nightmare to face. one creates chaos, the other delivers the final blow.

katsuki lives for training with you. you don’t hold back, and he respects the hell out of that. even if it means getting sent flying across the training field.

❝i said go full out, dammit! don’t treat me like i’m weak!❞

❝you say that every time, and yet every time you end up with a concussion.❞

❝worth it.❞

sometimes you train at night, just the two of you. the city skyline in the background, the sharp scent of smoke and chemical mist in the air. no words needed—just shared movement and mutual respect.

there was one time you accidentally overdid it and katsuki slammed into a wall so hard he cracked it. you rushed to him, panicked, but he just laughed like a psycho. ❝you finally got serious. damn right.❞

you nearly cried. he still teases you about it.

izuku calls you ❝y/n-nii❞ and it drives katsuki insane. you’re everything izuku admires in a hero—smart, skilled, and kind to everyone, including him. katsuki gets jealous but pretends not to be.

izuku once made a passing comment like, ❝y/n-nii is so graceful and smart. i wish i could be like her.❞

katsuki almost set the common room couch on fire.

❝shut the hell up about my sister in front of my friends, nerd!❞

❝but she’s so cool, kacchan!❞

❝i said shut up!❞

kirishima looks up to you the way katsuki refuses to say he does. he always asks for advice about hero work and battle ethics. you always tell him he’s already got what it takes. katsuki scowls every time.

shoto once compared you to fuyumi and katsuki nearly detonated. ❝my sister’s cooler.❞

you use glasses sometimes, usually while working late or reading hero reports. katsuki has a photo of you in them, but if anyone ever sees it, he will literally combust.

he got his love for loud and classical music from you. you used to blast your playlists in your room, and little katsuki would sit in the hallway pretending he wasn’t listening. now he copies your playlists and pretends they’re his.

you’ve got a soft spot for him, even if you act like you don’t. you’re always one step behind him at competitions, watching from the shadows just in case he needs you. he knows. he just never says it.

he still calls you ❝sis❞ when no one’s around.

katsuki doesn’t know how to say he appreciates you, so he shows it in little ways. like handing you cold drinks after training or silently plugging in your dead phone when you’re passed out on the couch.

he actually listens when you give him advice. he pretends not to. pretends to roll his eyes and scoff. but he hears everything you say. especially when it comes to hero strategy or emotional regulation (which he’ll never admit he struggles with)

you’re one of the only people who can tell when he’s having a bad day before he explodes about it. and you don’t ask questions. you just sit beside him, play his favorite songs, and wait. he always ends up muttering something like ❝…today was bullshit.❞ and that’s your cue to listen.

on your 19th birthday, katsuki didn’t say anything until after everyone left. you were sitting on the balcony alone when he joined you, dropped a wrapped box in your lap, and muttered,

❝you’re annoying. but… you’re the reason i’m where i’m at. don’t get sappy or anything. just open it.❞

it was a new set of gauntlets, upgraded and built to compress mist in smaller chambers. custom-made. you cried. safe to say he cried a little too.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hiii so I was reading your posts about how confusing the dreams are and I was trying to come up with an explanation of my own. What if both Malleus and the dreamers are subsconiously influencing the dreams and that's why no one really understands what's happening? Because we're not always aware of what's going on in that part of our minds.

[Referencing this post!]

That might be the case?? I really wish this was the lore we received from the beginning; it would have saved us a lot of trouble in the long run if the devs had chosen to go with a looser, more vague explanation of the dream worlds.

@/twistedminutia suggested in this post that the dreams may operate like an AI algorithm, which I thought was an interesting concept + is similar to what anon is pitching too. The idea is that Malleus isn't directly influencing the dreams or determining explicit details within them, but rather he has set a definition for what makes a person "happy" and his autonomous magic (ie the AI) is running off of that definition to determine what would be the most efficient path to "happiness". However, the end result tends to be shallow because of this. The commentor then proposes that Malleus might associate "happiness" with being in control, and because of that, it accidentally "colors" or influences the dreams of those touched by his magic. Thinking back on what we've witnessed so far... Malleus associating control with happiness might not be that far-fetched. Several of the dreams we've witnessed so far involve granting the dreamer a sense of control or outright places the dreamers in positions of power. Lilia is restored to his days as a war general, Leona is the unquestioned king of the savanna, Cater is Heartslabyul's dorm leader, Azul leads a Coral Rush team, Vil is Neige's boss, Jamil is student council president, etc. Malleus himself expresses being insecure when he lacks control over a given situation. In 7-29, he confides in Silver:

"There's something my Grandmother has often talked to me about. It's the reason why our family, with our draconic lineage, is so exceptionally powerful even among the nocturnal fae. She said it's to ensure that nothing ever diminishes the happiness of our people in Briar Valley. Yet here I am, incapable of dispelling the sorrows of father and son alike. What good does all this magic do me? ...I'm completely powerless."

Malleus has also previously acted in ways which suggest that he interacts with the world by projecting his own experiences onto others and relating to them that way. For example, he helps out the late ghosts in Endless Halloween Night because he feels a kinship with them as someone who also misses out on celebrations. In his own dorm uniform vignettes, Malleus thinks of what would be most convenient for him to attend dorm meetings and disregards how his classmates would feel at being summoned like objects. This makes sense, as he has a limited understanding of the world beyond his castle walls and of non-fae societies in general. Malleus only has his own experiences to go off of.

Thinking of it like that, it does make some semblance of sense. Malleus's subconscious desire for control might be trickling into the dreams and either influencing or overriding what the dreamers truly desire in their hearts. And while we're on this topic, maybe it also depends on the dreamer...? Like maybe the more emotionally vulnerable the dreamer is, the more of Malleus's subconscious impacts them? For example, Cater has demonstrated confusion over his identity and what he wishes to do for his internships. This lack of self could mean that Malleus's influence projected more strongly on Cater's dream in order to fill in all those cracks, thus resulting in a dream that is very far away from, even the opposite of, what Cater wants. Azul and Vil have had histories where they were judged and rejected by their peers. Leona and Jamil have their "second place syndromes". And Lilia has to deal with the inevitability of aging and leaving behind his loved ones for a foreign land...

But hey, that's just a theory ^^ A gaaaaaame theory--

[vibelladonna]

sorry to ask this and i really hope im wrong but are your fic partially written by ai?

To answer your question, I use AI as a tool.

Only use it to help me brainstorm ideas, overcome writer's block, helps me organize my complicated over-detail thoughts much better btw, allowing me to put out one-shots or headcanons on a decent schedule to my liking.

As mentioned in my pinned post—I am a busy university student.

So I'm currently taking courses such as chemistry (with lecture, lab, and discussion), psychology (research lab and lecture), a tutor at a writer center, and TRYING to find internship work; each day I try my hardest to at least slave away 4 hours a day to my writing.

I even stay up long periods of the night, get carried away (hence the reason my writing is so long: I’m a rambler), or prioritize my hobby over my long amounts of homework and research lab reports.

There a habit I have that I’ll go back to my previous writings, and literally edit it because I always reread my work and fix it properly for the new audience.

To add on, you weren’t the first person that asked this, as one professor straight up, accuse me of using AI for poetry gen ed, however turns out I just write like a fucking robot.

Plus, it was partially racism (he got fired) because he couldn’t believe me��a black woman could be so skilled at writing and speak properly.

And because AI looks at how many mistakes and vocabulary you use, so if you’re good at English writing it’s over T-T.

At the end of the day, writing is such a passion of mine as it’s something I do on the daily basis, it’s my only way to escape and express my emotions properly without bottling everything up, then eventually dealing with all the overthinking and stress.

I apologize if I have offended anybody.

I’ll understand if you stop reading my work.

[minecraftdog]

no thoughts head empty

just the ai trained to count bacterial colonies on the plates so you don't need to do it by hand and it's much faster in the lab I was doing my internship in. and the ai being trained to recognise cancer cells in breast tissue before it's distinguishable by ultrasound. VS my friends using chat gbt to make presentations for classes and studying for exams with it. and the amount of scientific articles citing nonexistent sources chat gbt came up with.

[wanologic]

Hii!! I just am getting out of high school and since I am in a graphic design class and do art, my economics teacher suggested that I start selling my work and doing commissions. I know that your art isn't the same as that but I was wondering if you had any suggestions of how to get started is the art sphere? Like which platforms should I advertise my art one? The biggest one I have seen is Instagram and Tiktok but I am hesitant to use either cause of Instagram using your posts as AI training data and Tiktok being video content, which i am not interested in. Any input is appreciated!

Hi Hiiii!

Even though my art isn't 1:1 to this I do have some experience and thoughts about getting started. Graphic design (my profession) and Illustration/art (my hobby) are two very different spheres though, so I'll break down a couple thoughts on each. For graphic design, any kind of client work is going to start to get you ahead and also get you thinking about what kind of work you like doing/want to get paid to do. Since soooo many things fall under the umbrella of graphic design (packaging, logos, websites, events, branding, motion, marketing, etc etc etc) starting to make real things and figuring out how the elements all work together is super important. You don't have to be able to do everything, but showing and knowing which areas you can help a team with will be great for getting those initial internships and junior designer positions. This could look like anything from designing logos for family and friends, to making up a pretend coffee shop and designing what the cups and signs and instagram feed might look like all together. Maybe design a website or two. Have fun and get it posted to a portfolio website (there are a lot of free options). The more things you finish, the better your portfolio will get, and the more you will know. Done is better than perfect. Get scrappy. For illustration, my experience is mostly with social posting and convention stuff. Draw as much as you can all the time, fill your sketchbooks with fun and bad and ugly art that you enjoy making to get in the habit and get loose. Then just like for graphic design, work on finishing stuff. The more you finish, the more you'll figure out your process to finish things. Done > Perfect once again. Post wherever you want (i also dont like tiktok bc i dont make video/motion stuff, and i mostly just use insta for keeping other artists' contacts - i probably only post about 10% of what i make there, but it is a nice one to have.) From there, start offering cheap commissions or requests to get used to working with other people's ideas (I think i started with $5 sketches that i could do in 10ish minutes back in 2011). I don't do public commissions anymore, but I did for many, many years and making sure you're smart with your time is a big tip (its why the sketch/lines/full color + halfbody/fullbody character price sheets are so popular. An artist offering these knows about how long it takes them to draw each combination and sets their price accordingly, more time = more money). As for selling at stuff like conventions or art shows, start small! See if you can get space at a small local fair or art market! Make and sell 10 finished things. Don't set your heights on the biggest, most competitive stuff right off the bat, or try to manage inventory for 100 items. That can all come later.

The "art sphere" is kind of a crazy place, and there are infinite ways to approach getting started. You do you. These tips are mostly targeted at career-style advice, but plenty of people are just here to have fun, and it really is way easier to keep the passion alive when you're making/expressing stuff for just yourself - balance work and play!! The only thing we all have in common is a love for making things!

Good luck out there, and have fun!

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐈 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐔 .ೃ࿐ 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copy, translated, or put my work on any other platform without my permission. All photos used belong to their rightful owners. Credits to @/cafekitsune, I love their work!

This ain’t a love story! This isn’t love! I do not condone any of the actions written, this is all fictional, it is not real. Each one of the characters are over 18!

This book contains heavy dark content! Such as… Stalking, abuse of power, blackmailing, peer pressure, threatening, forced proximity, assault, harassment, and much more! If any of the warnings bother you then please do not read.

Inspired by “I LUV U” by Mia Rodriguez

It was strange. A writer didn’t need an internship but considering how often she spends writing, (Y/n) needs money… And fast. She’s in desperate need to build a resume for work before she could even think of beginning her writing career. So when a counselor recommends Alchemax, she takes the offer with hesitation.

Miguel O’Hara sees his AI, Lyla to keep up with her work load. In order to keep everything on track, he contacts a community college that he often donated to. Of course, many internships emails flood his computer but only on interests him, (Y/n) (L/n).

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[little-lunar-occult]

Fics w/ iron dad and spider-son!

These first ones are ones I read, and then there's a couple links to ones I've written!

When I'm Sick Or Suffering (I'll Still Call You) by l_u_c_k_y_c_l_o_v_e_r!

Summary: "Peter comes down with the flu, but a certain superhero makes sure he doesn't have to deal with it on his own.

- or -

Reading/writing sickfics is my guilty pleasure and I couldn't help myself"

Headspace by marvels_blue_phoenix!

Summery: "Peter has a bad day at school which leads to him slipping into his little headspace.Tony is there to take care of him."

Younger by anonymousautist!

Summery: "Peter gets sick and age regresses."

Annnnd not iron dad, but an honourable link to this series, involving ultimate spider man agere!

Okay, now onto the fics I've written!

Summery: "One bad thing lead to another, and Peter regressed the minute he's in the car, desperately needing a nap."

Summery: "Peter wakes up in the middle of the night, generally upset, when Tony comes in and helps him settle down. Enter regression, fluff, and iron dad!

(Rated T for mild language and depression!)"

Summery: "Clearing off a table, he got about half way set up when he heard the voice of FRIDAY.

"Boss, Happy and 'Precious Cargo' have arrived. Would you like me to send them down?"

Tony snorted, even the AI knew Peter would be regressed when he got here—The name was used when her parental codes were activated.

(Peter goes reallyyyyyy little while doing a lab day with Tony, and is realllyyy bad at hiding it —A whole Lotta fluff ensues!)"

Summery: "I-I'm.. uhm..." He sighs in defeat, putting on a strained smile. "Of course—Yeah yeah, sure, Mo..." He reluctantly agreed, not a fan of how fast the idea of a tea party was making him slip. "We can play tea party."

(Or, Peter is a really good big brother—But sometimes he's a little brother. And while he thinks he can't regress now THAT he's a big brother, Tony proves him wrong.)"

Summery: "And at school, he had three tests. One of which he absolutely forgot about, which, since he was overwhelmed with Spider-Maning and the 'internship' and his actual part time job and- everything! Of course he forgot! So now, he has to redo the whole thing!

So in short, he was distracted, like, big time distracted. And he's been... stressed. He hasn't regressed in a month and only a handful of guys knew about it, only available one being his- his boss/mentor/father figure—And, no, he will not ask Tony to look after him! (And sure, the older was definitely technically his caregiver. But after he found out Peter had been lying about not needing to regress after the blip, the older's concern seemed to double. He didn't need the extra stress.)"

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And that's all I got for now! ^^ I did purposefully ignore all classification AUs, so while I appreciate agere recommendations, please don't link/advertise those types of fics here! Just for my own comfort, nothing personal!

[thepalehorsevictoria]

WIP - The Internship

An EmmRook gift for @emmg who has told me in no uncertain terms that I needed to write this idea out. Behold. A Silicon Valley AU. ETA: I tacked on some more to this and made it chapter 1 on AO3.

“Good morning! Welcome to your first day at Volkoss Systems! We’re so honored to have you join us as a small step of what we are sure are very bright futures in tech. My name is Bellara Lutare and I started in the exact same place as you three years ago, so I’m happy to answer any and all questions you may have in your internship orientation.” 

She holds up her access badge, smiling just like her photo. “Please be sure you have your badge visible on you at all times for security purposes,” and the badge snaps back to the reel when she releases it. Her left arm is covered in an intricate full sleeve tattoo of circles and glyphs and rings, now waving the group of students down the hallway for the office tour.

Iris swirls her iced coffee in its plastic cup and takes a long sip. It is too early for her to be functional, and the orientation leader’s effervescence is too much to handle right now. All she wants to do is get assigned a space, get a laptop, take a branch, write some code, check it, merge and go back home to sleep. Even her new badge photo shows that she is not really keen on being here, the half-smile as the bare minimum. Fucking photographer telling her to smile and shit. She’s going to get a badge reel as soon as she can so that she doesn’t have to see her own face looking up at her from around her neck. 

But if she wants the cushy work from home developer jobs she’s been dreaming of so she can work from some sunny poolside in Cumberland or whatever, she has to do this, which is … fine. She’ll do it. 

It’s going to be a long twelve weeks of summer, though. 

/. /. /.

“Pah. Like rats in a maze. They won’t know what they’re in for,” she cackles while thumbing the chunky acrylic pieces of her ostentatious statement necklace. 

“If you’re quite finished looking down on our prospective employees, Johanna, we haven’t quite finished solving this problem.” Emmrich sighs and absentmindedly runs his hand over the stack of bracelets on his left arm. Staring at the equation on the frosted glass whiteboard isn’t helping them either. The algorithm needs updates to reduce its computational needs in order to work properly with the new advancements in Evanuris hardware. “Or, at least, if you insist on continuing, perhaps you could do so in the comfort of your office down the hall.”

Thank goodness the architect put the boardroom in between their offices. And well away from the main floor so the company can’t hear her spirited opinions on a daily basis.

“You’re wasting your time, Volkarin. Evanuris is on its way out and we all know it. They know it. We really should be courting the AI being worked on in Seheron.” 

“That would require a complete reorganization of Engineering and Operations.” 

“And it’s about time. We are more than your algorithm.” 

“That algorithm has sent all your children to very fine schools, Johanna. Like the ones that sent us the interns you’re fond of mocking and tormenting,” he shakes his head, getting up from his perch on the back of the couch. “It’s a wonder we were able to get any interns at all this year, no thanks to you.”

“They’re just cheap labor. Barely worth the time for much we have to explain things to them like they’re five.”

Emmrich bristles. “I’ll …” he sighs, “I’ll keep working on this. But meantime if you’ll please excuse me. I've asked Bellara to include my office as part of the tour so I may greet them.” He caps the dry erase marker and puts it on the bottom tray of the whiteboard while his partner scoffs and grumbles on her way out.

He can’t quite understand what he’s missing. His life’s work is laid out before him in the exquisite universal language of mathematics that he had been able to bend to his command for decades. But something seems to be missing. 

Three knocks shake him from his thought work, and Emmrich reminds himself that he asked for this interruption. Plus it’s not like he was being productive, anyway. “Please come in,” he idly twists at the filigreed ring on his thumb, and prepares a well-rehearsed smile. 

“And now I’d like to introduce you to one of the two halves of our founding, Dr. Emmrich Volkarin,” Bellara opens the door to his office and walks in backwards to shepherd a group of students. Their eyes widen at the wall of accolades, framed feature articles, and the iridescent crystal disc of his famed Order of the Nevarran Kingdom. It makes him stand just a little bit taller to watch them stunned. 

Goodness, they’re all so young, he observes.

“Hello, and welcome. I’m so glad you’re able to join us this summer, everyone,” Emmrich greets them. “Volkoss Systems is only made possible by the true collaborative spirit of science that has been the same foundation of your education, I’m certain, and we are honored to welcome your brilliant young minds and energy to our work.” Bellara is beaming at him, ever the biggest fan of his work, but the rest of the students look intimidated. 

He presses his hands together and gestures with them, bracelets jingling softly. “Please, I absolutely encourage you to share your whole selves with us, and bring your curiosity and questions. While I do unfortunately have some very busy days every once in a while, when I am not in those, my door is always open.”

“Right,” Bellara says, “We’ve got just a few more stops on this part of the tour and then we’ll get you to Hardware and Ergonomics for setup. Thanks for your time, Doctor Volkarin!” The gaggle of interns turn to leave, except one. 

They’re reading the whiteboard. “What’s this?”

Bellara sticks her head back through the door. “Oh! Sorry, Doctor, we’ll just be out of your hair.” 

Emmrich holds up a hand, intrigued by their curiosity. “It’s quite alright, Ms. Lutare,” and he watches the young intern walk up to the equation he had been working on. 

They’re such a young thing–they get younger every year, he thinks. They’re at least one if not two heads shorter than him, with pointed ears peeking out of jet black hair like his was once upon a time. Their eyes are darting around the whiteboard’s neat rows of his handwriting, but he can see that they’re a delightful, rare shade of light purple. And very attractive.

His eyes fall to the badge around her neck. IRIS INGELLVAR, she/her. 

A rattle of the cup of iced coffee in her hand shakes him out of his reverie.

“I’ve been working on updating a calculation so that it can be further compressed without loss of computational power.” 

“For Evanuris,” she says, still reading. 

“Why, yes.” He’s impressed. Iris has been reading up on the company. “Is this in your field of study, Ms. Ingellvar?” 

“Eh, for fun. I’m really just here for work experience so I can fish for a code monkey job to pay the bills.” 

From the doorframe, Bellara squeaks in secondhand embarrassment, but Emmrich finds her reply refreshingly honest, and smiles. 

“Well I am glad that we have the honor of your talents for the summer, then–” he gasps as Iris wipes out an entire row of his work. “Miss–” She picks up the marker from the tray, uncaps it, and a string of characters appear in a haphazard, jagged handwriting. 

“Fixed it,” she sips her coffee and puts down the marker.  Emmrich is speechless, mouth slightly open as he reads over her work, and reads it again.

She did.

Emmrich could kiss her.

Where did that feeling come from?

[captainsophiestark]

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Harley Keener x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Summary: It's hard to find time for couple activities in the middle of a Stark lab. Luckily, Harley and his partner seem to be on the same page.

Word Count: 1,450

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I took deep breaths, trying everything possible to keep my hand steady as I worked on the delicate machine before me. The rest of the lab completely faded away within a few moments, to the point I didn't even notice it anymore. Until recently, I hadn't quite been able to do that over the noise in my brain going "Stark Lab!" excitedly over and over.

For the past few months, I'd been working at the highest lab-level within Stark Industries. An internship in college had turned into a job, which had more recently turned into where I was now: working shoulder to shoulder with Tony Stark on his biggest, most important projects, and with the freedom to pursue projects of my own. It was my dream job, even when it meant headaches and long hours.

"Hey-"

I heard somebody come into my workspace, but clearly, they knew me well enough to recognize when I was in the zone. They stopped short, thankfully, giving me the space I needed to finish what I was working on without losing my focus. When I got the last of the microscopic pieces into place, I let out a deep sigh and stood, wiping my forehead with my arm.

When I returned my attention to the workshop space around me, I found my boyfriend of the past few months, Harley Keener, standing just past the doorway and watching me with a grin.

"You get that all taken care of?" he asked. I grinned back at him.

"I did, actually. Thanks for not interrupting me while I was in the zone."

Harley shrugged. "Eh, you do it for me, I'll do it for you."

"I think you get a few more extra credit points than I do, since part of the reason I don't interrupt you is you're usually working on projectile weapons. One poorly-timed distraction could mean an accidental potato to the face."

Harley snorted and rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face all the same.

"So..." he started, coming to stand next to me, so close our shoulders were touching. "You ready to get out of here?"

I grinned. "Hell yeah I am."

Harley and I had been planning a nice date night for the past week and a half, since it could be seriously challenging to find time to ourselves between work, school, and being called on by Tony Stark and the Avengers to basically be crisis tech support. We'd aligned our schedules perfectly, put together a list of everything we wanted to do, and even planned to leave a little early so that we'd lower the chances of being waylaid by somebody on our way out. Tonight was the night we were putting our plan into action.

I quickly put my project away, then looped my arm through Harley's as the two of us headed back through Stark Tower and towards the elevator. We made it about two full hallways before running into a road bump, which was honestly farther than I'd been expecting.

"Hey! Perfect, I was just about to come looking for you two!"

Harley and I shared a look as Tony popped into the hallway ahead of us, a familiar, slightly manic look in his eyes. He lit up when he saw us, heading back to the door he'd just come out of and motioning quickly for us to follow him.

"Come on, I'm on the edge of a breakthrough here, I need a sounding board."

I sighed, but started to follow Tony anyway. I stopped short when Harley caught my hand and pulled me back.

"You know we can just ditch him, right? He might give us some shit, but he'll live. We can still get out of here for our date night."

"I know we can, but... whatever this is, it seemed kind of important. And if he just needs a sounding board... it probably won't take too long, right?"

Harley hummed. "It's a fair point, since he usually gets back on a roll pretty quickly and tunes out the rest of the world. Alright, let's do it."

I gave him a little smile as he moved to follow Tony, keeping my hand held tight in his. The minute we cleared the door into the room, however, the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest was completely overriden by the absolute onslaught of information coming at us all at once.

Tony had every screen lit up, every possible 3D rendering floating around us, and every available surface covered in some kind of notes, tools, or spare parts. To my surprise, I found Peter and Bruce already in the room with him, which didn't bode well for Harley and I getting out of here quickly.

"Alright, here's the situation," Tony started, launching into his speech as soon as we were through the door. That's how I knew it was serious; he normally never missed an opportunity to give Harley and I a little friendly teasing when we were holding hands in the workshop. "I was working through some regular maintenance on the arc reactor with Dum-E, and something occured to me."

In typical Tony Stark fashion, by "something", he meant a genius-level breakthrough that had the potential to revolutionize everything we were already doing and working on here. The longer he talked, the more excited I got about the possibilities for discovery sitting on the tables in front of us. Harley and I had dropped each other's hands about halfway through Tony's opening speech, both of us needing to move around the lab to get a better look at everything laid out here.

"Obviously, this has a lot of potential," Tony said, finishing his explanation with a flourish as he addressed me, Harley, Peter, and Bruce. "That's why I want all hands on deck for tonight. Let's dig into this and see what we get."

My gut reaction was enthusiastic agreement, but Harley and I had made plans for tonight. It wouldn't be fair to him to just abandon that without a second thought.

I glanced over at my boyfriend, catching his eyes across the table. He nodded towards the door, and I frowned, but followed him in that direction while Peter, Bruce, and Tony put their heads together.

"Hey," said Harley, keeping his voice low enough so that only I would hear him as we put our heads together. "Look, I know we had a whole thing planned for tonight, but... I have to say, I kinda want to stick around and help with this."

"Really?" I asked, my heart leaping at his words. Harley nodded, looking braced for me to be upset, but I just grinned back at him in response. "Har, I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that. I know we've been trying to carve out time for a night just the two of us, but..."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime breakthrough, and we can pretty easily move our plans by a night or two."

"Exactly! Oh my god, have I told you lately how relieved I am to have you as a boyfriend? I tried to explain something like this to a guy in college and he was furious, he dumped me the next time I emerged from the lab long enough to pick up my phone."

Harley grinned. "Well, it's a good thing we've both got a little mad scientist streak in us, isn't it?"

"Hell yeah it is."

I leaned forward quickly, giving Harley a brief kiss that he immediately returned. We broke apart with matching smiles, until a voice from the middle of the lab broke the moment.

"Hey! Are you two just gonna hide in the corner and make out, or are you gonna get over here and help us?"

Tony had his hands on his hips with an eyebrow raised in our direction, while Bruce and Peter both looked a little embarassed behind him. I caught Harley rolling his eyes, but I just laughed.

"We decided we're gonna help!" I announced, taking Harley's hand and pulling him to the center of the room with me. "Although we formally request uninterrupted free time next week for leaving the lab to makeout. And go to dinner and stuff."

Tony snorted. "Deal. Now come on, the two of you are half of my best team. I need your eyes on this."

Harley and I shared a smile behind his back, then joined the rest of our group as they poured over data and blueprints. It was by far too early to tell, but this wasn't the first time Harley and I had proven to be perfectly matched. And I knew for sure that at this moment, I couldn't have picked a better partner than him.

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[yourfavanxioussunshine]

scrolling tumblr in office instead of working.....kyuki I finished my work for the day.....no...I used AI

a senior asked if I can draft stuff, I refused (I in fact know legal drafting. That's all I did in my previous internship) lekin yaha paise nhi milte