#I’ll get back to the regular programme

[eddiebrockrambles]

Well, I must admit, those Symbrock polls went better than I thought…

The 50/50 split on one with 74 votes was interesting!

So let’s have another.

(18+ only, kink)

Eddie is restless and affected after accidentally uncovering a kinky sex ‘scandal’ (well, mostly just because it was during office hours). He’s not been able to get a rise out of Venom.

Also: I’d love to hear what you think would happen!

[anxiousgaypanicking]

logan whos a sentient P.E.T. computer who remus gets by means of a gift or something from his grandparents. logan has programmed sentience, and remus plays with his wires and fucks his insides while logans screen displays a wall of overwhelmed binary. with remus calling logan his pet throughout bc thats whats on the body so thats clearly his title

P.E.T

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Warnings: robofucking, computer fucking, wireplay, machine oil, overstimulation, objectum

Remus has always been close with his grandparents, compared to his regular parents, at least. After basically being pressured to move out, he’s gotten himself a house near them, and they were more than willing to help him furnish it. Couches, televisions, a desk for his projects - but it was the non-important stuff that really stuck out to him.

They ended up giving him an old P.E.T. computer, which he currently had set on a table in his garage. It’s an old personal computer that his grandparents said they inherited from a random couple that moved away. They never bothered trying to use it, but perhaps Remus could fix it up. Or smash it into bits.

And while the idea of shattering such technology really speaks to him, Remus does admittedly want to know if he can at least get the thing to turn on. And once he’s eventually bored of it, then he’ll pull it apart!

So, after a few YouTube tutorials, and complete luck while fucking around, the screen suddenly blinks to life!

But immediately Remus is a bit curious, because all of the tutorials he watched launched the computer into a basic startup screen, with desk icons and outdated internet functions, but this one loads onto a dark green screen, with a blinking bright green typing line. At first, Remus believes he might have to type something in - a password, maybe? Or a code? - but then letters are being typed without Remus even touching the keyboard, frantically clicking out a quick ‘please don’t shut me off again.’

Surprised, Remus stares at the computer, the clicks made from the computer typing itself echoing through the dim area.

Nothing happens after that line is typed - aside from Remus holding his breath - before the computer deletes its sentence and then types out more.

‘I apologize if it appears I’m being frantic, but you must understand that I’ve been stored away for decades. I haven’t been powered on in years, and I’d much prefer to stay aware than gather dust somewhere.’

Remus stares at the computer’s screen, and then collapses back into his chair. “Holy shit,” he utters, as his eyes read and then re-read the computer’s message to him.

Once again, the computer is deleting its message, and typing a new one. ‘I understand that this is a lot to process, but I implore you to at least consider my explanation.’

Remus licks his lips, and glances around his garage, before shrugging. “Alright,” he mumbles, “I’m considering it.”

‘Thank you. My name is Logan; it was given to me by my original programmers. I was involved in an experiment revolving around granting computers sentience in hopes they’d be more personalized for the general public. However, these tests never came to full fruition, and so I’m one of very few self-aware machines to have ever existed. At some point I was given away, and at another point I was powered down. My intelligence and abilities have been neglected continuously by society, but I assure you I can be of use in any way you deem fit. So long as I am powered on.’

“Well you’re currently plugged into my garage,” Remus states, glancing at Logan’s power cord. “If I wanted to move you somewhere better, I’d have to shut you down.”

Logan clicks frantically again. ‘I can stay on whilst unplugged. Truthfully, the electricity from your outlets are only required to surge my circuits briefly. I can keep everything running otherwise.’

“You won’t run out of power on your own?”

‘I’ll need to be shocked every now and then, but it’s truly no trouble. You won’t find it annoying.’

“I don’t find this annoying,” Remus counters, kicking his legs up onto the table beside Logan’s blinking screen. “I find you fascinating. I also think there’s a chance I could be high on my garage fumes… I’ve done a lot of unethical shit in here. Are you sure you’re real?”

‘Positive.’

Remus grins. “Sick.”

‘I cannot be sick. I am a machine.’

Logan has calculated multiple scenarios regarding how good or bad this situation can go, from Remus freaking out once he’s processed everything and immediately shutting Logan off forever, to hearing Logan out and leaving him on in order to be useful once again. However, Remus just sits up and scoots forward, and playfully jests “well, there go my plans to smash you! Shame; I was kind of looking forward to the do-it-yourself rage room experience.” He pokes at Logan’s screen, which flickers on and off as though Logan’s being poked in the face.

Remus then leans his face closer, and proclaims “seriously though, this is awesome! How were they able to create something like you? And how could they just… drop it once it worked? Why didn’t they tell anybody? Why didn’t they sell your technology and make absolute bank? How was something so old given such fresh sentience? Do you need any repairs?”

The constant stream of questions leaves Logan with no window to answer them - though he does in fact try - only for Remus to stand and lean Logan back a bit, opening up a panel beneath Logan’s keyboard and checking out his hardware. Immediately a series of exclamation marks are lining Logan’s screen, but Remus ignores them as he pushes his fingers into the panel and traces his fingers over the old wiring, wondering aloud how Logan works, only to be startled by rapid-fire clicking and a surplus of binary overtaking Logan’s screen. It scrolls repeatedly down, more and more 1s and 0s overtaking his countenance until Remus pulls his fingers out, panicked at the intense beeping coming from Logan’s system.

“Shit,” Remus curses, as he closes the panel and sets Logan back down. “Fuck, are you that fragile? Did I break you? Shit.”

He barely touched anything! And when Logan’s screen goes suddenly dark, Remus deflates, bummed that he might have just murdered his new freaky little computer buddy before even getting the chance to prod at him, but luckily Logan’s screen is flickering on a minute later, with a loading bar progressing across the screen. It starts up rather fast, and then Logan’s back how he was previously, with his typing line blinking, waiting to say something.

“Logan…?” Remus begins, his long nail tapping at the screen.

There’s nothing for a moment, and then a simple ‘sorry.’

Immediately Remus sighs in relief, pleased he didn’t just accidentally nuke Logan’s sentience due to his own impulsivity.

Before Remus can ask what happened, Logan’s already moving to explain, typing out “nobody’s touched me there since my creation. I apologize for my sensitivity, and for any emotional distress my impromptu shutdown may have caused.” And once he’s sure Remus has read that, he backspaces until all that’s left is the blinking cursor, and waits for Remus to respond. 

“I thought I fucking killed you, dude,” Remus huffs, before he tilts Logan’s mechanical body back again. He carefully opens the underside panel once more. “Your wires are so damn old… it wouldn’t be a surprise if they snapped from just the slightest bit of pressure.”

Logan beeps in annoyance.

Remus continues without a care. “What do you mean by ‘sensitive,’ though?” Painful, perhaps? Or just uncomfortable?

But Logan’s vertical bar just pauses mid-flash, staying invisible for a few seconds longer than standard, before words are slowly typed out, with the clicking of the letters emphasized within the echoes as Logan explains ‘Not painful, nor discomfort. If I were to describe it to you, I would equate it to… sensual pleasure.’

Remus’s eyes light up in glee. In a matter of seconds he goes from concerned, to absolutely intrigued.

“Pleasure?!” Remus repeats, grinning wildly. “That’s… that’s so fucking hot!”

Remus keeps an arm around the computer as though he’s cradling a human head so he can still watch Logan’s screen, but still keeps the computer bent backwards so he can trace the pad of his pointer finger around the panel’s entrance.

‘What are you doing?’ Logan asks, and Remus determines that the irregular blinking of his vertical cursor equates to a stuttering breath.

“You told me you could be of use in any way I deem fit,” Remus huskily muses, licking his lips, “and right now, what would be of the most use to me is letting me find out whether or not I can make a computer orgasm.”

Remus laughs as a line of exclamation marks decorate the top of Logan’s screen, but Logan quickly deletes these as Remus’s fingers circle his panel. And in its place he types out ‘okay.’

It’s simple, and Remus feels a little weird receiving consent from an inanimate object, but his excitement overrides the sheer absurdity of the situation, and so he plunges his fingers back inside of Logan. This time, he rubs it over one of Logan’s circuit boards and enjoys the stabbing texture beneath his fingers as he watches Logan’s screen closely, eagerly awaiting the reaction he now knows to associate with pleasure and not pain. 

Logan’s cursor flashes rapidly before Logan’s countenance is once again being overwhelmed with binary code, with a little shock being administered to Remus’s fingers as well. It’s the zap that has Remus jumping in surprise, and then digging his fingers in deeper.

“I wonder if I could fuck your little panel,” Remus wonders aloud, as his digits caress Logan’s cords. “I mean, the panel’s a bit small, and I might damage you forever, but I think I could make it work.”

Struggling to say much between the 1s and 0s filling his screen - with hyphens typed representing gasps, and misspelled words representative of slurring - Logan finally types out a poorly written and very spaced out ‘please.’

“Honestly, I didn’t think I could ever be this attracted to a computer, but fuck, you - somehow - are ridiculously sexy. Isn’t that neat?” Remus’s eyes flicker towards the silver PET logo beneath Logan’s screen, and then he looks back at the binary, grinning. “Huh, pet?”

The pet-name is both literal - as it’s the name of Logan’s computer type, with him being a P.E.T. computer - while also being a subtle reminder that Logan is technically his property now. His pet.

The name however has the brightness of Logan’s computer screen increasing to the max - almost blinding Remus with the intense glow - before it shuts off entirely, with Logan’s internal fans clicking on soon after. What’s more interesting than that though is the liquid that coats Remus’s fingers at the sudden shut-off, and Remus grins when he pulls his hand out and realizes that his digits are drenched in machine oil.

Feeling incredibly satisfied, Remus waits for Logan to boot himself back up. He’s not concerned in the slightest; Logan has already explained this reaction is sexual. And while Remus wishes that Logan could form actual words or make facial expressions, his imagination has always been more than enough to fuel his fantasies, and so persists off of his daydreams as he rubs himself through his pants to the repeating memory of Logan’s screen becoming overwhelmed with numbers and light and then shutting off abruptly, overtaken forcibly by what must have been an intense orgasm.

Logan doesn’t take too long to come back online, but it means once he does he’s greeted with the incredibly flustering visual of Remus, legs spread and cock out, using Logan’s oil as lube as he pumps his cock. And when Logan doesn’t type anything right away, Remus just grins at him and playfully asks “are you at a loss for words?” before not letting him answer as he props himself up on the table as well, laying Logan carefully back so that Remus has easy access to his open panel.

“You have no idea how badly I want to push my cock into your wires and fuck you properly,” Remus grits, drool spilling from the corner of his lips and splattering messily against Logan’s bright green face.

That finally has Logan typing once more, spelling out a few errors here and there that are quickly backspaced and adjusted, as if he’s too flustered to communicate properly. He manages to get out ‘that’ll probably bring you more pain than pleasure. You risk getting shocked, and it’s not like my internal build is soft or malleable; it’s all jutted and wired. It may…’ Logan pauses, as if hesitating out of embarrassment, before deleting his message and starting again. ‘Doing this may also overwhelm my servers much more quickly.”

Remus snorts. “Don’t yuck my yum, pet; you have no idea what I’m into.” Remus flicks Logan’s screen, before adding “it’s not like you’d be able to stop me anyway,” which just has Logan’s screen brightening in fluster yet again.

Very quickly, a blushing emoticon is typed onto the shining screen as Remus runs his thumb over the panel's lip, rubbing it sweetly while lewdly teasing his cock, making Logan type a surplus of embarrassed emoticons that feed into Remus’s desire for some sort of expression. At least this way Remus can gauge how Logan is feeling outside of having to read.

‘Are you reaaaa’ Logan stammers, and rushes to delete his words in order correct himself, ‘are you really going to risk electrocution just for a quick bit of pleasure?’ 

“Absolutely,” Remus replies without hesitation, and then sets his hands on either side of Logan’s bulky body, and lining his cock up to the panel. He smiles wide at the bright, blushing screen right before thrusting his cock into the mess of tangled wires and circuits, causing Logan’s screen to immediately be seized by a rush of binary once more.

Logan has to desperately try and focus on not shutting down due to the intense pleasure that overtakes him, but it’s incredibly difficult for a variety of reasons. If he focuses, maybe he can keep his system from electrocuting his new owner! Maybe he can get some extra words out! But despite these beliefs, little shocks are administered to Remus’s shaft, causing rough groans and pathetic moans to spill from Remus’s mouth, and Logan’s typed out words to be poorly strung together and very quickly lost by Remus amongst all the binary.

Furthermore, Remus feels little jolts of electricity shocking him every time he grits out that Logan’s his pet.

“I’m going to be rubbing against your circuits for so long,” Remus groans, as he fucks into Logan quickly, feeling his wires and cords become tangled around his length. “Better try not to shut down, pet. It’s not like I’ll stop even if you do.”

Logan starts beeping excitedly, with stuttered out “yes, yes, yes,” mixing in with the 1s and 0s. But Logan doesn’t know Remus’s name - Remus didn’t introduce himself when Logan did - and so Logan defaults to the most formal title he can think of, leaving Remus delighted when he sees Logan begin calling him “sir” alongside his begging. 

Remus pants and drools over Logan while fucking roughly into him, leaving splattered spit on Logan’s hot screen and digging his nails into the table as he ruts his cock into the tangled wires.

“This is so fucking hot,” Remus moans, as the tip of his shaft scratches along Logan’s circuit boards. “I’ve been-” he pauses suddenly to groan and squeeze his eyes shut, bending almost painfully over Logan to touch his head to Logan’s box, as though clinking their foreheads together, “-I’ve been looking for a new fleshlight. Sure, using a computer as a cock toy is a waste of technology, but it’s not like you have the hardware to complain.”

Remus peeks an eye open at the rush of clicking that fills his ears, and sees that the binary code on Logan’s face is almost unreadable with how bright his screen is.

“Would you complain? If you were fucked like the pet you are every day?”

And Remus is shocked in response, which would suffice as a good enough answer, but what makes it better is that immediately after, Logan’s face is going blindingly bright, and then shutting down once again, with oil squirting around Remus’s cock as Logan’s fucked and talked into his second orgasm.

When he boots back up - which takes a little bit longer, as though he’s getting a bit tired the longer they go on - he’s shocked to see that Remus is still shamelessly fucking into him. He’s left with no time to process this situation as he’s instead thrusted back into overwhelming pleasure.

And Remus just mocks him. “Did you think I would stop, pet? Huh? Just because you’re pathetically sensitive doesn’t mean I am.”

Remus feels heat surrounding his cock as Logan’s fans struggle to keep up with his overheating system, and shortly after is having another orgasm - this one premature and sudden as more numbers fill Logan’s screen, scrolling quickly by.

Remus pulls out this time, and strokes his cock, which is slick with machine oil. He pumps it quickly and messily, until he’s coming over the front of Logan’s body, getting off on technically coating his face with semen. It’s also what guarantees the least amount of damage, as machine oil was meant to be inside of Logan; come was probably not.

Logan’s fans blast as fast and as powerfully as they can to cool him as he shuts down for the final time, and takes his time rebooting again. When he flickers back to life, Remus is nowhere in sight. Sure, Logan’s pushed onto his “back,” and so can really only stare at the ceiling, but he can’t hear Remus anywhere either. He wishes he could look around, and does call out for Remus by beeping once or twice, but is met with silence.

Luckily, Remus is scampering back into the room moments later, and shushing Logan’s beeping with a self-satisfied grin on his face. He’s holding a wet cloth, and uses it to wipe down Logan’s face and in between his (admittedly dusty) keys, until Logan’s free of not only fluids, but also any dirt and grime that’ve gathered on him over the years.

And while Remus wipes, Logan slowly types out a question.

‘What is your name? I believe I never asked.’

Remus laughs, and promptly ignores it. “Really? A question? No appreciative thanks or compliments thrown my way? Not only did I just talk your sexy… boxy… computer ass into multiple orgasms, but I was also kind enough to not come in your circuits! And you don’t even comment on it?”

Logan’s screen brightens in embarrassment - as though he feels sheepish - and he quickly types up an apology, followed by a genuine thank you, momentarily forgetting about his question.

Smirking, Remus brushes his fingers over Logan’s silver acronym. “Good pet,” he murmurs, and enjoys hearing Logan’s fans spin in response.

“You seem to already know my name though, pet,” Remus then says, nudging Logan a bit with his elbow. “Sir, wasn’t it? That’s what it’ll be, to you at least.” And then Remus is picking Logan up with ease, and kicking the door of his garage open, stepping into his house where he’s already decided to keep Logan permanently. He knows the perfect spot for him, too. “And you’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted with it. Won’t you, pet?”

And Logan beeps excitedly in response, admittedly delighted to have found such an interesting way to be useful. 

[sunscreenstudies]

Twenty things I wish I’d known when I started my PhD

- according to Nature.com

Maintain a healthy work–life balance by finding a routine that works for you. It’s better to develop a good balance and work steadily throughout your programme than to work intensively and burn out. Looking after yourself is key to success.

Discuss expectations with your supervisor. Everyone works differently. Make sure you know your needs and communicate them to your supervisor early on, so you can work productively together.

Invest time in literature reviews. These reviews, both before and after data collection, help you to develop your research aims and conclusions.

Decide on your goals early. Look at your departmental guidelines and then establish clear PhD aims or questions on the basis of your thesis requirements. Goals can change later, but a clear plan will help you to maintain focus.

“I don’t need to write that down, I’ll remember it” is the biggest lie you can tell yourself! Write down everything you do — even if it doesn’t work. This includes meeting notes, method details, code annotations, among other things.

Organize your work and workspace. In particular, make sure to use meaningful labels, so you know what and where things are. Organizing early will save you time later on.

It’s never too early to start writing your thesis. Write and show your work to your supervisor as you go — even if you don’t end up using your early work, it’s good practice and a way to get ideas organized in your head.

Break your thesis down into SMART (specific, measurable, attainable, relevant and timely) goals. You will be more productive if your to-do list reads “draft first paragraph of the results” rather than “write chapter 1”. Many small actions lead to one complete thesis.

The best thesis is a finished thesis. No matter how much time you spend perfecting your first draft, your work will come back covered in corrections, and you will go through more drafts before you submit your final version. Send your drafts to your supervisor sooner rather than later.

Be honest with your supervisor. Let them know if you don’t understand something, if you’ve messed up an experiment or if they forgot to give you feedback. The more honest you are, the better your relationship will be. Helping your supervisor to help you is key.

Back up your work! You can avoid many tears by doing this at least weekly.

Socialize with your lab group and other students. It’s a great way to discuss PhD experiences, get advice and help, improve your research and make friends.

Attend departmental seminars and lab-group meetings, even (or especially) when the topic is not your area of expertise. What you learn could change the direction of your research and career. Regular attendance will also be noticed.

Present your research. This can be at lab-group meetings, conferences and so on. Presenting can be scary, but it gets easier as you practise, and it’s a fantastic way to network and get feedback at the same time.

Aim to publish your research. It might not work out, but drafting articles and submitting them to journals is a great way to learn new skills and enhance your CV.

Have a life outside work. Although your lab group is like your work family, it’s great for your mental health to be able to escape work. This could be through sport, clubs, hobbies, holidays or spending time with friends.

Don’t compare yourself with others. Your PhD is an opportunity to conduct original research that reveals new information. As such, all PhD programmes are different. You just need to do what works for you and your project.

The nature of research means that things will not always go according to plan. This does not mean you are a bad student. Keep calm, take a break and then carry on. Experiments that fail can still be written up as part of a successful PhD.

Never struggle on your own. Talk to other students and have frank discussions with your supervisor. There’s no shame in asking for help. You are not alone.

Enjoy your PhD! It can be tough, and there will be days when you wish you had a ‘normal’ job, but PhDs are full of wonderful experiences and give you the opportunity to work on something that fascinates you. Celebrate your successes and enjoy yourself.

This was part of my required readings this week and I have never related to an academic text more so I had to share.

Full article by Lucy Taylor here!

[missmarveledsblog]

It's just pretend right ? (Bucky Barnes x Reader ) part 8

Summary : Kitty tells everyone what the discovery of her findings were... while she still processing everything a massage leads to some more revelations only this time it was the good kind while peter finds out it not good idea to spy .

warning : hydra being sick fucks but rest is fluffy and cute not proofread so spelling and grammatical errors maybe ?( soz )

previous part

The Information, showed when you think nothing could get worse or more bizarre than it already has....well hydra could top it in most disgusting way. The fact she had her birth family and adopted family ,crush all in one part of her house something even books or films couldn't conjure and yet it was her real life and now her discovery of why she was so wanted, well it came just as a cherry on the shit sundae that was just her life . She watched and waited as they all filtered into the space , Her family kept to one side of the house while the avengers worked the other side, since leaving meant danger. Head still reeling and her stomach still twisting and turning at the information learned, knowing this was what they had planned in their sick and twisted heads . She could see tony and Bruce looking over the computer, both men looking to her as confirmation, a quick nod . she could see it on him, the tinge of green on Bruce banners neck creeping up as he shook his head and excused himself from the room completely followed by a roar outside . 

“ Ok that is not good  , what is it? “ Nat eyes looking out the window, back at Kitty as Wanda’s eyes flashed read and both she and Loki stood like bristled cats . 

“Somebody spit it out “ Steve yelled. 

"They want her to make more enhanced super soldiers whether its of clone of  variety or the other way “ tony sighed as her eyes closed .

“ Other way as in ..” Bucky asked, his mind piecing it together. “ no even they can’t be that sick “ he snapped. 

“Super soldier factory" she waved gesturing to her stomach as they caught on . 

“Slightly glad they ripped ours out now....sorry" Yelena winced  

“Yeah its great victims of the red room you get your reproduction taken while hydra breed you like livestock, Their original plan was to make me a super soldier use the gifts, I got for their own gain and now their like those horrible shop channel like wait there more, like make some soldiers from scratch , since normal people are more than likely to die or that's their logic “ she sighed sitting down .  “Like I’m going to make hydra great again or some shit you know i was hoping all i had to do this week was pretend Bucky was my boyfriend and now i have to fight for my womb “ she waved her hands . 

“ Brock Rumlow was head of the programme to um you know “tony winced . 

 “ he’s dead right i mean dead dead?”  she looked around . 

“ I thought Bucky was dead dead … but definitely I'm sure Rumlow is gone “ Steve smiled weakly. “ sorry “ . 

“  We know now and they are planning something big so we need to be step ahead , Wanda, Loki sniff out shield agent we don’t need any leaks ,  when Bruce isn’t shade of broccoli , me and science bro’s will dig till we find out exactly what their plan is and how we can stop it “ she stood hands on her hips and head high .  “ Aven…” 

“ Avenger assemble" Steve clapped . 

“ Couldn’t let me do it just once could you fossil" she rolled her eyes . 

“ Do we tell your family ? " clint asked. 

“Nah they know” she shrugged nudging her head to the door as vision opened it only for her siblings to fall into the room . 

“ What do we tell fury" Steve asked. 

“Yeah what do we tell fury” the man he stood . 

“ Fine sit down I’ll explain and Steve if you interrupt me so help me I will feed you to the pigs” she stood .

“ You don’t have pigs” 

“ I’ll feed you to the hulk “ she  stuck her tongue out.  

What seemed to be new regular she was sitting in her room as they all took different parts of the house to sleep in, some of the team stayed on the jets as she sat at her window looking up at sky, waiting on an asteroid or something to hit them as it would be on par with how things were going. When she heard a light tapping on her door turning to see Bucky’s head poking in . 

“ Am i still staying in here?” he asked sort of nervously . 

“Course unless you don’t wanna, with Steve and Sam here" her eyes went back out to the window. 

"Nah think I’m good here" he walked over putting his hands on her shoulders , movements slow at first feeling the weight of everything she been through held in the muscles of her shoulder, before he added pressure head head falling back against his stomach, eyes closed and soft sigh coming from her lips . “Feel good?” he asked with a smirk. 

“ If you stop, I will honestly kill you “She laughed felling the tension melt away under his fingers ,frankly loving his touch on her skin even it was covered by her clothes,  she could still feel his touch in a way . “ So what was it you wanted to talk to me about when you came into the room ya know before i puked everything including my stomach up" he asked almost a whisper too wrapped up in his fingers massaging  her worries away .

“ Oh we don’t have to talk about it, you’ve got a lot on at the moment “ he smiled. 

“Nah come on none of that, unless it bad, then I don’t think I could take bad now no pressure except a little... more to the left … oh god “ she moaned out making him completely freeze and halt what he was doing , brain short circuiting at such a noise spilling from her lips .   

“ Hey! why’d you stop? “ she was looking up her head still leaning on his stomach, He was still standing trying to think of anything that could kill the heat rising in his veins at the very sound out ,that was repeating on loop in his head fueling fantasies at a supersonic speed .  “You ok ?" her head tilted. 

“ Erm yes .. yup yeah” He face scrunched at the fact he was definitely channeling some pre serum Steve and didn’t help the wide  doe eyes she was giving him . 

“ What is it clearly got you more awkward then tony when he caught parke imitating him with shaving foam” she snorted .  

“ Ok I think we need to talk, it's ok if you got too much going on, I just need to get this out of my system before I explode” he move to other side of her taking one of the pillows at the window placing it on his lap thinking maybe it looked like he was just nervous.. He was but it wasn’t the only thing he was feeling as he looked around the room till his eyes landed on the door.  “ one second “ he stood almost running to lock it before jogging back putting the pillow back on his lap . 

“Ok take deep breathe whatever it is  doesn’t matter if the world is falling around us, I always wanna know what’s bugging you or on your mind “ she took his metal hand slight thankful it was that hand since the other one was now clammy as hell . 

“ Ok maybe my head is still scrambled or some shit but something  I’ve picked on during this time together, the closeness and all that which isn’t a bad thing definitely not,  actually it good more than good actually … oh fucking hell I don’t even think Steve was this bad … am I going crazy to think that closeness was leading to kissing “ he rambled as she dropped his hand  making him think he scared her off , read it all wrong or so far gone in thoughts of her he made it all up . 

“ Sorry my hands sweat “ she whispered wiping it before taking his hand again . 

“ it’s my metal hand doll “ he chuckled slight relief he didn’t scare her off .  

“ Oh! ha yeah erm shit … so god why is this so hard I mean Jesus y/n … its not you I mean it could be wishful thinking ,  it could be crazy .. I am crazy about you and have been since I yelled at you that day you know how hard it is to keep yelling at someone when your like damn he’s hot … not the point I’m sorry, I must be over thinking or wishful thinking I already said that oh my god if Steve was this bad, I think we might need to start a club” she  stumbled and copied his rambling as he completely was more in love than he could of been . The woman he’s been undisputedly in love with was crazy about him . Not taking a chance for anymore interruptions or wasting anymore time he cut her off by pressing his lips to hers completely freezing any thought in her brain . She was stunned thinking maybe it all got too much, her brain finally snapped and here she was in the funny farm conjuring this whole thing up . Hallucinations of a lunatic or not she pulled him closer never wanting to leave the moment ever as she kissed him back . She wanted to stay like that for rest of her days, Live on the sole taste of Bucky Barnes could keep her sustained in life, hating her lungs need for oxygen as she pulled back but the look of pure love in his eyes was something she could make an exception for breaking the kiss . But as time went by she could feel more eyes on her and she turned to see peter parked looking in her window making her fall back on her ass with a scream. 

“THEY KISSED" he yelled down only  the window to open and her head to pop out seeing the team and sibling  looking up cheering . 

“ Wanda catch peeper parker“ was all she said before she blew the little flames coming out like fireflies and burning  the webs making the young man screech like a little girl as he went down . 

“ My sister just tried to kill Spiderman” jack paled. 

“ Our sister … peeper parker she is so funny “ Yelena snorted patting his back . 

“ Go to bed, you perverts!! “ she yelled out before closing the window and pulling the blinds . 

“ Sooo... you like me ?” she asked smiling widely . 

“ No I don’t like you doll, i love you “ he chuckled pulling her close . 

“ You scared me there asshole , Don't say it like that....lucky I love you too “ she smiled diving on to the man and crashing her lips against his,ignoring the cheering still going on .

next part

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[adamwatchesmovies]

The Matrix (1999)

If all movies belong somewhere on a spectrum between “Confrontational” and “Wish Fulfilment”, then The Matrix is so far on the side of power fantasies it circles back around to say something about the oppressive system that reality can be. Unmistakably 1999, extremely stylish and teeming with groundbreaking special effects, it's got dozens of quotable lines, moments, characters and action scenes. This is a movie everyone should see at least once.

Thomas Anderson (Keanu Reeves) is a computer programmer who moonlights as the hacker “Neo”. When he encounters the legendary Trinity (Carrie-Anne Moss) online, he becomes privy to a dark secret about our world. Joining a small band of rebels and told by their leader Morpheus (Laurence Fishburne) that he is the prophecyzed hero they’ve been waiting for, Neo might be the only one who can save humanity from the shackles of “The Matrix” and the hidden oppressors that have us all in an elaborate cage.

Today, The Matrix is the first part of a franchise that includes several sequels, an animated anthology film, video games, and more. You probably know the film’s big secret: although initially, the film looks like it’s taking place in 1999 New York, that's a lie. This story is set at an unknown point in the future in which humanity has been enslaved. After losing the war between man and machine, everyone alive is imprisoned in a virtual world, unaware that everything around them is nothing more than signals fed through their brains. Meanwhile, their real bodies are fed intravenously and the electrical currents and heat our bodies generate power our mechanical oppressors. Woah. There’s no way you would’ve seen that coming in 1999. Even today, it’s a great premise that opens up a world of insane possibilities the film is eager to engage with when it isn't putting its focus on the action.

You see, Neo, Trinity, Morpheus, Cypher (Joe Pantoliano) and the others know the truth - they’ve chosen the red pill and have had their eyes opened. They know the real world isn’t real at all. This allows them to “cheat” at reality. The mechanical ports in their skulls (a great bit of skin-crawling cyberpunk horror) allow them to instantly upload knowledge into their minds. One moment you’re a regular pale-faced keyboard operator. The next, you’re a superhero with an unparalelled mastery of every martial arts known to man. Is there a more fulfilling fantasy? Our heroes instantly stand out from a crowd thanks to their impossibly cool long leather coats and dark sunglasses. They effortlessly blow away their opponents with weapons they conjure out of thin air (one of the perks of living in a digital world is that you can hack it) and when the bullets run out, they pull off the kinds of punches and kicks only possible in a video game.

The Matrix excels at delivering entertaining sights and sounds, at showing the audience what it wants to see. Though unassuming, “Neo” is “the One”, a human prophesied to free humankind from the big machine that’s got us all living mundane lives. At one point or another (probably in our teenage years) we've all thought “I wish someone would tell me I'm special”. The Wachowskis have taken our deepest desires and made them physical. Neo and his brothers-in-arms look impossibly cool, they can do things no one else possibly could. They’ve woken up from the dream. Now, societal norms and rules they only followed out of obligation no longer apply. Even the laws of gravity start backing off. People dodge bullets. Their jumps, punches and kicks are shot in glorious stop-motion, allowing us to see how impossibly well-choreographed and ferocious they are. If, by the end of the movie, the hero doesn’t get the girl, I’ll eat my hat.

Perfectly embodying the oppressive simulated reality prison these rebels are fighting against is Hugo Weaving as Agent Smith. He’s the kind of bad guy you can never forget. He's not a man. He's literally part of the system; a program within the Matrix that’s allowed to bend the rules of physics so he can squash any rebellion. It’s clear the actor is having the time of his life with this character. He’s cartoonish in a way but it works because the whole film is exaggerated. It wouldn't have been enough for him to have been nasty; he needed to be larger than life and smug too.

It doesn’t take long for The Matrix to get going and once the energy starts to crackle, you get non-stop bolts of lightning directly into your eyes. Is the movie deep, or is it just a steady flow of would-be religious and philosophical themes? It doesn’t matter. The expertly choreographed action scenes and dazzling special effects keep things moving. In other circumstances, the characters (who range from well-developed to mere archetypes) would feel like tools used to segway us from one scene to the next but something about the entire package makes you believe this is everything the Wachowskis have always wanted to show, fully realized. It’s a dream come true, and you can’t wait to see what’s next. (On Blu-ray, January 1, 2022)

[art-is-art-is-art]

A lot to read, take your time.

Hey I’ve been in the same boat for a week or two. I’ve been depressed all my life as far as I can remember but I just keep showing up for myself. Not even in a mind blowing, graceful way either. Sometimes it takes a lot for me to move in my bed, even if I don’t leave it. Something about ‘showing up’ to me is just being there and breathing. Sometimes I’m in my bed feeling all the pain and feeling defeated and tears in my eyes all day.

I was at work today and someone who I’ve never met before and will likely never meet again told me to ‘just keep showing up. A door will open and it’ll lead to a path’. He was talking about careers and shit since idk wtf I’m doing but that actually stuck with me.

I know it’s easier said than done but I’ve been saying to myself ‘what would you do if this was someone you cared about?’ I’d reply back with ‘I’d clean up for them/ I’d take the old food out their room/ I’d get them some food/ etc etc etc’. I’ll still feel like shit but at least I’d have some natural sun light even if I am still glued to my phone, I’d have some water even if I didn’t drink it, I’d have something easy to eat nearby so I didn’t have to use up spoons getting to the kitchen. I’d clean up even if the bin is full - it’s a start.

Some post said ‘would you make tea for someone you hate?’ No, I wouldn’t. I make myself tea even if I hate myself later on in the day. And believe me, I’ve seriously hurt myself after trying to help myself.

I make regular lists of things that make me feel confident and good. Sometimes I don’t even believe myself but I interrupt those thoughts with ‘would I feel the same way about these things if I was in a good mood?’ No. I like the colour red. I like watching sea programmes. I like make up. Just because I’m in an awful mood doesn’t mean everything I like has turned to shit.

If you need anyone to vent to, I agree with the anon about jo@samaritans.org. I also recommend writing things down/ typing them in your notes, making a list of things that are bothering you without adding your feelings to it. Just note the thing that happened and leave your feelings to the end when you’ll inevitably review them.

I hope this does something for you. Have a day.

❤️ I love you. Thank you

[nagi-104]

It’s been an age since I posted anything on this funky ass platform buy ig I’ll go back to my roots of yapping about Manga I’m reading

I picked up MHA from where season 2 of the anime begins and I remember the events of season 1 well enough to continue you forward I feel. Plus it makes it a less daunting task for me makes me more willing to do it. I decided to pick it up after watching the newest Death Battle and remembering a comment about this series upholding a shitty status quo. I honest to god do not remember where I heard this but here we are. I want to see if I believe that claim or not by the end of the manga

As for rn I’m on the sports festival which is a wonderful part of the series from what I can recall of the clips I watched of it. Even the first 1 and half chapters I’ve read have been pretty charming. Whats intrigued me the most is the little parts of the world building like in chapter 22 they talked about the quirk registry those not being on it being a part of the underworld. A quirk controlling programme for children and the fact that some highschool sports festival killed the Olympics. I understand a sporting competition between quirked up individuals busting it down sexual style would be fun but I don’t get why it would be a highschool sporting event???

Like why not athletes with quirks duking it out?? That’s just a nitpick tho. Hopefully I’ll remember to post fairly regular updates. I’ll try keep it to a once a week thing! Let’s see if I can commit to smth,,,

[lighthousenewsnetwork]

Advanced nanobot engineers have finally hooked up the brains of two people to act as one! They can’t think for themselves – only echo what their programmers have jammed into their skulls. Science knows no ethical bounds – yay! Remember The Terminator? I’ll be back … yes, we all thought that was a fun movie … but nein! It vass nein a movie! That’s your kids and grandkids. Why make robots of steel when you can just use what already exists? A human being has better systems than any MIT grad can make in his robot laboratory. And, Holy Pinocchio, are they making them! The Israelis are already making robots that know kung-fu and can distinguish between an Israeli and a Palestinian when it pulls the trigger – and never makes a mistake (as far as Israeli news outlets will tell you). Russia and America and China and everybody else who is trying their darndest to fuck up this planet are horny for AI. Those two little letters will be the end of humanity as we know it. When evolution takes too long (I don’t have 1 million years to grow gills, dammit!) then science will propel evolution to light-speed! Your brain will be hooked up to other brains and you will be told how to think and what to think about and what to love and to hate and what to buy and whom to hate and whom to love. Emotions are commodities. Did you catch your son trying on mommy’s nylons and liking the feel? Not to worry, that’s not where MIT wants the kid to go. Instead, he will take daddy’s crossbow or AR-15 and pretend he’s a soldier on the hunt as he skulks through his neighborhood at night … that’s a good little “evolved” future human. Without free will, the human being and the AI robot, or Terminator cyborg, is essentially the same thing! But the human has a lot less metal, but, alas, more injuries … so Elon and Gates and others will transform parts of the flesh of Homo sapiens into steel so when they’re sent into a war zone (Semper Fi injected straight into their brains) then they will last longer than a regular human who might get scared and run from the unjust war. The MIT geeks can abide cowards! And when we’re all robots for the future 10 people who own everything … paradise will finally be lost. https://lighthousenewsnetwork.com/terminating-homo-sapiens-for-paradise-lost/?feed_id=11065&_unique_id=674b7ede27b91

[utterlymundane]

Yes! There’s a difference between:

Archives: things you want to store for future reference, nostalgia, etc. My preference for archives is *filing* - not a separate disk, just in a different folder or something.

Version history: old versions of things. If you are working in text, a source/version control system is a good example. I default to git because that’s the default in modern tech, but if you’re not a programmer check what your word processor, etc, can do. (I can’t in good conscience recommend git as a general purpose solution). Protects against accidental deletion, bulk edits, etc. At least some backup systems provide elements of this; Apple’s Time Machine lets you look back through various snapshots. If automated or well disciplined, excellent protection against changes to the data.

Ye Classic Mirrored Backup: every so often you or a computer program copy your data to a second disk/computer. Protects against disk failure. May protect against accidental deletion if you can stop the backup process in time. If cloud based, protects against eg fires, theft, etc. If you just let this roll and there’s no version history, your backups will incorporate the deletion and your file will vanish. Ideally you don’t overwrite the same backup every time, but have regular snapshots. Highly prone to losing some recent data; if you back up weekly, you can lose a week of data.

Redundant storage: a mirrored disk (for instance, a networked file storage device using RAID) or cloud storage: protects against single disk failure, *if* you notice and address that failure. Won’t protect against changes to the data itself (accidental deletes, etc).

I’m not familiar with the general state of the art for all systems, but I generally store most things in iCloud to provide archives (filing system) and redundant storage (with some lag, especially if offline). Code or similar live in git repositories (or subversion/cvs for the archives), some hosted on GitLab, some just local. We use Time Machine to maintain local backups for things that don’t go to iCloud. One of these days I’ll get around to setting Backblaze or something similar, and/or a regular physical disk swap with friends.

Short version:

Your backup system needs version history as well as redundancy. Your existing system may provide this as an option already - check. Regular snapshots are better than no version history. If your *application* provides it even better - it will automatically track changes as you go. Consider if your system lets you handle at least:

theft of device

Accidental deletion of files (that you discover a week or a month later)

House fire or similar

Test that you can recover the data. Flip through your Time Machine history and see things are there. Compare old versions. Don’t set up technically complicated systems you’re not confident you’ll have the skills and time to maintain. If you use a cloud system, try to use one that lets you have a complete local copy. If your data needs make it possible, use filing (folders, tagging, etc) for archives rather than having a second or third storage system.

hahah some stupid kitty (that definitely isnt me) just realized it didnt actually save any of its research notes it took a week ago and now it has to redo like all of it again, isnt that awesome

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Hypnovember day 14: Slime/Goo

Sam Flynn was working late in his office when Dillinger Jr. entered the room.

“What is it, Ed?” He asked, annoyed. He was NOT dealing with the rivalry everyone was expecting them to have on top of all the paperwork needed for his so-called “coup���.

“Here. My dad wants you to have it.”

What? Dillinger refused to talk of his father even with his own allies, who were asking him to do the “magic” (aka stealing other people's works) his dad did in the early 80′s!

He looked with suspicion at the little thing Dillinger put on his desk. looked like an USB drive, or a little box of some kind. It was very... Shiny.

“When did he make that?” “Dunno. Didn’t manage to do anything with it either. Careful, I guess?” The programmer’s tone clearly indicated Sam could get hacked for all he cared, but hey. “Guess You’re more of a daddy’s boy than I thought or Alan hoped.”

As expected, that gets a rise out of the guy. The new CEO of ENCOM grabbed the thing, planning on having the best information security had to offer to study it as soon as possible, but as soon as his fingers touched it, the box turned into a liquid that slowly reached across his hand, covering his fingers.

“What the?” Sam shouted as he grabbed a tissue to move it away as it reached the sleeves of his suit, but the liquid ignored it entirely, and started to move under Sam’s clothes to cover all the skin.

As Sam had to put his hands on his desk, hit by nausea, he saw the horrified Ed looking over at what was happening, paralyzed.

“Oh God, Flynn. I’m sorry. Oh fuck! What did I do? What should I do?”

It was a sign of how serious signs were that Sam didn’t remark on the use of his family name, banned in all-but-formallity after too many comparisons to his father. “Try to find someone!” He shouted instead.

As Dillinger ran out of the room, typing a number on his phone, Sam decided that Quorra would know what to do. but it’s when he tried to reach for his phone that he realized his infected arm wasn’t obeying him at all.

Instead, it started to move and rub itself on his torso, where the liquid- the thing started to go through the layers of clothing to spread by multiple corners.

As Sam was struggling to reach for the correct pockets to reach the phone, the liquid had finished reaching his shoulder, and jumped into his ear.

“Hello, Son of Kevin_Flynn. I don’t think you know me, but I am thrilled to finally meet his son.”

The voice had the reverberating effect of most programs. But all the inhabitants of The Grid where in-

Nobody over there called his father by his full name, except Clu. But he was dead, and that only left. “The-The Master. Computer. Program?” He was left speechless.

“Smarter than his father. truly. You and Junior will do many great things together. Still, he is distracting me, calling his so-called “father”. Time to deal with him too. He is reacting much worse than I expected.”

Somewhere in the corridors, Dillinger screamed.

“My friends wi-will stop y-you!” Why wasn’t he trying to resist anymore? And why was he stuttering, like he was afraid of talking back to the M.C.P? His Father and tron defeated the thing, and a 1980′s AI had nothing on modern technologies.

“How Pitiful. You really think I survived until today without regular updates? And no one will know anything is wrong, so why would they do anything? I’ll admit Alan_Bradley is a bigger threat than you could ever wish to be. But I have a plan for that. And look! Ed was such a puppet, his reprogramming is already more advanced than yours!”

Ed entered the room, but his eyes were glassy, not looking at anything and that bacl liquid was dripping from his nose, eyes and ears. It was spreading, and soon, a full mask would cover him.

“Drones? You’re turning us into drones?” Sam wanted to say, but his mouth wasn’t his anymore. instead, it opened, and a black, thick saliva dripped down to his chin. His neck moved without his command, and he saw that his two hands were covered in something similar to gloves, rubbing his crotch and ass respectively.

He heard himself say: “Need Dillinger seed.”

Ed, now a faceless dark creature wearing a suit, opened his trouser and showed a dark but smooth ball. He somehow knew to grab a part of it and start to jack it. meanwhile, the liquid, probably nanobots, he realized, even if it was becoming so hard to think, must have reached his knees, as he fell to the floor, and still curbed his back so that his mouth could open on the stick that now came out of Ed’s bulge

The feeling of sucking was horrendous to Sam, and the fact he was basically raped and raping Dillinger at the same time was making it worse. As he felt the dark liquid spread through his veins and reaching muscles, covering bones he didn’t know he had, he had one last thought: “Save me, tron.”

“Such a childish wish.” His Master’s voice commented. “But you now know better. Don’t you?”

To better speak, he needed to have a mouth. As a creature of the M.C.P. It was easy to command the nanites to uncover his face. “Of course, my Lord.” he smiled sadistically.

“What is your wish? I promise to use all the resources at my disposal to help you reach your objectives, Master.” He realized he had a robotic edge to his voice, now. He would need to train to erase it, if he was to work undercover.

“Well, listen closely, insect.”

-

Alan was surprised to hear Sam had given a secret project to Dillinger. Entering his adoptive son’s office, he was surprised to see him radiating confidence and typing fast, in leather gloves.

“Alan!” Sam exclaimed with joy, rising from his chair. “Am I glad to see you. Wanted to call you, but I was worried you were doing something important.” And he hugged him. That surprised Alan. And did Sam have a cold? Something felt cold about those hands.

“Well, I wanted to ask you something.” Sam smirked.

“Is this about Dillinger? Sit, sit. Got plenty of things to talk to you about. Believe me, it will be earth-shattering at first, but by the end, I guarantee you that you're gonna love it!!!”

-

@mathhypnostories​. I ended up making this day the mind control Tron fic that was hauntiong me since months! it’s not even any of the FIVE plots I had for the concept. >_<. I also made it bigger than my usual captions, guess I REALLY wanted that one...

[killa-trav]

Pierre Gasly: Change rules to prevent ‘porpoising’ or I’ll be walking with a cane by the age of 30

Pierre Gasly is worried he will be walking “with a cane at 30” as Formula One drivers continue to raise concerns about the damage that “porpoising” is doing to their health.

Lewis Hamilton described last weekend’s Azerbaijan Grand Prix as the “most painful” race of his career and there were question marks over whether or not he would be able to race this weekend in Canada due to the back pain he suffered from driving his Mercedes. He has had to have physiotherapy every night along with acupuncture, though it is understood he is not seeking out a specialist.

While the seven-times world champion has confirmed he will race in Montreal this weekend, he is not alone in speaking out about the health problems linked with the bouncing of this year’s car.

Gasly, of the Alpha Tauri team, said the issue had been discussed at the drivers’ regular Friday night briefing last week and called on F1 to change the rules to “save us from ending up with a cane at 30 years old”.

“It’s not healthy, that’s for sure,” Gasly said. “I’ve had a physio session before and after every session, just because my [spinal] discs are suffering from it. You have literally no suspension. It just hits going through your spine.”

“The team is asking me, ‘OK, we can compromise the set-up?’ and I’m compromising my health for the performance,” the 26-year-old added.

“And I’ll always do it, because I’m a driver and I always go for the fastest car I can. But I don’t think FIA [the governing body of motor sport] should put us in a corner where you’ve got to deal between health and performance.

“That’s the tricky part of it and clearly not sustainable. So that’s what we discussed at the drivers’ briefing and kind of alerted them on this problem — and tried to ask them to find solutions to save us from ending up with a cane at 30 years old.”

McLaren’s Daniel Ricciardo, who has not complained before about the bouncing, said after Azerbaijan that he had “really struggled” with it.

“It was, simply putting it, painful. It’s painful – but I guess like, unnatural. It’s literally like someone’s bouncing you like that, like a pro basketball player when they get the ball really low,” the Australian said.

“[It was like] being dribbled, being professionally dribbled by [NBA player] Stephen Curry or something.”

Ricciardo also expressed concern about the potential long-term impact of the bouncing.

“It’s not a normal thing, and I think also the frequency, this kind of shaking of the brain and the spine — I don’t think it’s good long-term,” the 32-year-old said.

“It’s one of those ones where we don’t want to be naive or ignorant and just tough it out when there could be some kind of long-term damage.”

Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz has also “kindly asked the FIA to look into it”.

Michael Fatica, a consultant osteopath at Back In Shape – an online rehabilitation programme for back pain — said Hamilton’s 16 seasons in the sport may be the reason he is feeling it more than other drivers.

“It might well be that Lewis’s body has made some adaptations regarding his spinal position which makes him more efficient while driving, but it means his body is less able to deal with the strain of repetitive impact,” Fatica said.

“The racing seat may have had more of an imprint on Lewis because he’s been doing it for a number of years longer.”

Fatica added that the extensive physiotherapy that drivers received would make it unlikely that they would suffer serious long-term complications, but warned that if the bouncing continued, it could mean that drivers were unable to stay at the top of their game for as long as Hamilton had.

“At this level, all of the athletes need to be the best,” Fatica said. “Any injury means there’s going to be scar tissue in the area, it’s going to affect your performance because your body has been disrupted and you’re competing against people who haven’t been disrupted.”

link to the original article

[sepublic]

            For the Nizziverse, I want to incorporate that idea of alt-modes being digital and thus programmed, without necessarily having to make a physical equivalent. Because if you can just create a hypothetical model that’s never existed in real life until a Cybertronian downloads it, then that’s interesting. Because it does lend to a fluidity to alt-modes if Cybertronians can just program whatever they want, and a freedom to come up with looks, totally unrestricted by the physical costs that would come with in-person experimentation.

         The art of forging an alt-mode to scan in-person is now a bit lost. I’m sure there are some old-school fans who do it that way for the novelty, or to avoid any possibility of a data malfunction. Some insist that if you scan in-person, it tends to be the purest, most accurate rendition, whereas copies of the data tend to be ‘watered down’. Others claim it’s the other way around, with physical scans corrupted by the weaknesses of existing in real-life, whereas data scans are pure and directly from the source, the sheer schematics alone. There is no scientific basis to support either take.

         You’ll often see scouts on other worlds scanning in-person, moreso than you do the locals back home. I imagine some workplaces, like say for the Constructicons, have an assortment of physical models on display, for them to scan and switch between as their job regularly demands. Though I bet the process of scanning and reformatting can be a bit laborious and Energon-intensive, too, and some good oil helps to literally smooth it over.

         The idea of programming an alt-mode, instead of making a physical model to scan in real life, has additional implications. Not only are the costs of making physical models totally averted, but there might be some concern about media preservation, because if it only exists in a digital format, it’s prone to destruction. And since Cybertronians DO care about physical records (such as with the cassettes), I could see there being dedicated museums filled with physical models of just the alt-modes, preserved in case anything should happen.

            (That gets me to a side note: Cybertronians would see NFTs and laugh. The fact that some humans are actually talking of such a manufactured liability as ‘the future’, when NFTs are so blatantly redundant that they function as archaic! Just a waste of valuable server space and Energon!)

         I also have to think about KSI, because in Age of Extinction, it’s a whole thing that they just program appearances, rather than having to physically build them a lot of the time. Which if we take the above into account as part of the Nizziverse, you can see where the humans got the idea from… But what’s interesting is that they also program the robot modes as well, as seen with Galvatron; And that lack of a physical basis in their work is what allows Megatron to hack into the systems and customize what is supposed to be an Optimus clone into a deadringer for himself, complete with a fully-functioning vortex grinder that evidently wasn’t included in the schematics (no doubt inspired by Devastator).

         I find that implication fascinating, that they build the vehicle first, and THEN program a robot mode. In hindsight, a lot of the Transformium idea in Age of Extinction seems less ludicrous now that I think of it, though to be fair, I’ll still have the KSI robots transform like regular Cybertronians, for Doylist reasons. But I think that programmable fluidity really is very interesting, and I have to wonder if in the Nizziverse, KSI explores that idea and/or it’s already been practiced by Cybertron in the past.

         Alt-mode first, then robot mode… Because again, is there really any meaningful distinction that assigns one as the other? Given what I said before about the ‘looseness’ of Cybertronian anatomy and classification? Obviously they have to start from somewhere when building the bot, there needs to be an actual physical thing to download the data to begin with to idealize it into real-life form.

         This idea of what is basically programmable fluid is making me think of Amalgamous Prime, who doesn’t even have a set robot or alt-mode, because they’re ALL different forms for Amalgamous (who is probably non-binary… yes yes, the stereotype of shapeshifts and inhuman beings as non-binary, but on the other hand they really do have an excuse to not be cis if they don’t ascribe to our gender conventions. The solution is to make non-binary humans, in the end). They just transform back and forth as they choose, with the closest thing to a ‘true form’ being the process and conversion you see them undergo between modes. Amalgamous ‘programs’ new alt-modes by simply imagining them.

         Hmm. Maybe I’ll take the visual concept of the ‘Transformium transformation’ that Age of Extinction came up with, and apply that exclusively to Amalgamous Prime. Sure, you could argue it makes for an impossible toy, but then so does a being who completely transcends physical limits to begin with. And their parts and pieces don’t HAVE to float away from each other, they can stay connected during transformation. It’s whatever Amalgamous is feeling up to in the moment.

         So maybe the ‘Transformium transformation’ is a thing in Nizziverse’s Age of Extinction, as part of KSI’s attempt to recreate the powers of Amalgamous, particularly the idea of programming your own body with your own mind, and the powerful Vector Sigma-level processor that would take. I imagine KSI is not purely human-comprised, since its motives and a lot of the conflict in AoE will be revised; In this case, it comes with the desire to arm humans so they can defend themselves, independently of any Cybertronian by having their own. And there are probably Autobots who agree with the idea that humans shouldn’t be dependent on any outsider for help (since even they count), so it’s a more nuanced and morally gray discussion than just “Robots bad”.

         A part of it DOES boil down to the point that, after all, the Cybertronians are already planning to make a new generation that’s a lot more economical and capable of co-existing with humans, so collaborating with humans on the Maximal project is only sensible. But then, humans in KSI want to create mindless Cybertronians, designed only to be servants to humanity, and ideally defenders, instead of attackers. But is the production of MORE weapons ever a good idea? Obviously you just have to fight sometimes, violent revolution and resistance can and has been a necessity. But aren’t we supposed to be transitioning into an era of peace, hence the pardons, hence the idea of moving on?

         Anyhow, I digress. I’ll do another post dedicated to Age of Extinction’s conflict and the new status quo it presents as the start of a new ‘post-war’ trilogy. I’ve kind of gotten into that idea beforehand in a previous post where I brought up the Nizziverse idea of Maximals, but a focused look is necessary at some point. 

[archived-kin]

arcade date with levi (with a twist)

note from kin: the twist is that, rather than just meeting up and going to an arcade for a date, you and levi are actually characters from two different games in the arcade that come to life at night and go on cute romantic hijinks together! (wreck-it-ralph au essentially)

you, simeon, and luke are from a battle game, levi and his brothers are from a side scrolling platformer, solomon is the tutorial dude in an experimental alchemy game, diavolo is the owner of the arcade, and barbatos is the janitor! your character’s costume is basically the same as caesar’s from jojo’s bizarre adventure, and you’re kind of the pseudo-leader of your game’s characters

fandom: obey me!

character(s): gn!reader, leviathan, luke, simeon, lucifer, solomon

pairing(s): levi/reader

warning(s): guns, non-descriptive injury

genre: fluff

“Lights out!”

You cheer and hop out of your character selection box, stretching out your cramped limbs, then sitting down with a huff. Beside you, Simeon falls out onto the floor in a tangled heap of cape.

“Thank goodness,” He sighs, turning around and lying flat on his back. “Is it just me, or were our patrons picking me far more than usual today…?”

Luke carefully slides out of his own box, landing neatly on his feet with a little flourish. “Yeah, normally [Name]’s the crowd favourite…”

“It’s all those new promotional posters, I bet,” You hum, pulling off your headband and fanning yourself with one hand. “Seems like Diavolo’s really been pushing the angel series lately.”

“I wouldn’t call it a series,” Simeon says, chuckling slightly as he undoes his fancy cape. “There’s only two of us, after all.”

“Well, you’re the only ones out of us who actually have a theme between them,” says another one of your fellow fighters, taking off his hat and twirling it around a finger. “Anyway - [Name], shouldn’t you be going off to meet that loverboy of yours soon?”

“Oh, right!” You jump to your feet, dusting off your pants. Then you pause, raising your hands to pat at your face. “Wait, do my triangles look okay?”

“Your triangles look fine,” Simeon sighs, reaching over and tapping fondly at the little patches of paint on your cheek. “They always do.”

“Alright!” You adjust your scarf and throw the ends over your shoulder, tying your headband around your wrist. “I’ll be off, then! You guys know the drill, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, boss,” calls one of the younger fighters, hunched over in front of his box and scratching restlessly at the tip of his nose. “Not like we haven’t been doing it every day.”

“Don’t get cheeky,” You scold, but give his pompadour an affectionate pat on your way past anyway. It feels almost concerningly solid beneath your touch. “I’ll be back before morning!”

Your fellow fighters give a collective murmur of assent that’s abruptly cut off as you open the network door and hop into a wire. You’ve gone on this path so many times that it’s practically muscle memory at this point - six sections ahead, then to the left twice, a right at the purple junction, and then another four sections forwards.

The Tale of the Seven Lords’s network door is already open when you jump out of the wire, and the first thing you see when you poke your head in is Lucifer polishing one of the transport tubes used to get between levels. He’s discarded the fancy coat that he has to wear all the time as part of his character costume, and you don’t blame him - you couldn’t imagine even just running for five minutes or so with that one, let alone jumping about and punching at things for about fifteen minutes at a time, often longer.

“Lovely evening, Lucifer,” You greet brightly. He pauses in his work for a moment, then turns to look at you.

You’ve never gotten the feeling that he particularly likes you, but you’ve been trying your best to stay on his good side - after all, one must need the eldest’s blessing to date one of their younger brother. And your efforts must have paid off, too, because the corner of his mouth actually lifts slightly when he sees you grinning at him around the side of the door.

“[Name],” He says with a nod. “Levi’s up on Level Six.”

“Right!” You skip inside and shut the door behind you. “Good day?”

“About as good as it can get, I suppose,” He sighs, and you silently cheer. Willing small talk - that’s progress! “Most of our players for today picked either Belphie or Satan, so I got to take a break of sorts.”

You’ll never understand why some of characters in this arcade dislike actually being played so much - after all, isn’t that your entire purpose? Still, if Lucifer’s happy about not being picked, you’ll be happy for him as well. “That’s good!”

“Indeed,” He says, allowing a rare proper smile. He pulls back from the transport tube. “Up you go, then. Levi’s been restless all day - excited, no doubt.”

“He’s so cute,” You coo, adjusting your headband around your wrist to make sure it doesn’t slip off. “We go on dates all the time, but he’s still just as enthusiastic every time.”

“As Asmo likes to say, I suppose that each date should be just as exciting as the first,” Lucifer says evenly as you hop up into the transport tube, taking care not to get the freshly-polished metal grubby. “At any rate… Levi seems to be happy. So I suppose you must be doing something right.”

“What a wonder, right?” You reply with a laugh, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. “I’ll have him back before first light. Promise.”

“If you say so,” He says dryly, and stands back as the transport tube sends you up.

Just as Lucifer said, Levi is bustling about on Level Six, accompanied by Belphie, who’s having a whale of a time snoozing on one of the platforms and letting his brother do all the work restocking the power-up bricks. Levi abruptly straightens up as soon as you pop out of the transport tube, as if he can sense your presence immediately, and turns to see you waving happily up at him.

His face immediately lights up, and he hops down from the brick he’s standing on with a goofy jump sound effect, landing beside you with a slightly wobbly grin. Slightly out of breath, he greets, “Hi.”

“Hi,” You repeat back to him, kissing his cheek. From up on his platform, Belphie makes an exaggerated retching noise.

Levi absent-mindedly chucks an inactive supersize star behind him at the sound, and it hits Belphie directly in the forehead with a high-pitched ping, sending him toppling backwards off the platform. Luckily, fall damage isn’t programmed into this game, so he lands on his back with nothing but his pride hurt.

“Ready to go?” You ask, disregarding the rather thunderous-looking brother behind your partner. Levi nods eagerly.

“Yeah! Belphie can take the rest of my bricks. He’s barely done anything so far.”

“It’s not my fault so many people picked me today,” Belphie groans, getting up and catching the rest of the power-ups that Levi tosses his way. “I’m tired…”

“You’re always tired,” Levi replies, shaking his head. “Get Beel to do it if you’re so desperate to sleep.”

“Maybe I will,” is Belphie’s final retort before you and Levi disappear back down the transport tube.

Passing Lucifer at Level One again, the two of you slip out through the network door and hop into the wires. Your destination today is the Suspect Sorceror’s abode - one of your regular date spots, and one of your particular favourites.

Despite the fact that the two of you see each other pretty much every day as soon as it’s lights out, there’s always a fresh kind of thrill to the prospect of spending time with Levi, no matter how much you do. It’s kind of like your heart grows wings every time you’re around him - you can’t help but feel all light and fluttery inside.

You’ve never felt this way about anyone - heck, you didn’t even know it was possible for you to feel like this! Every character in this arcade is programmed with a set personality that’s simply impossible to break away from. In some cases, some characters are reduced to such one-dimensional traits that they can only ever respond to anything with one of a predictable and very limited number of possible reactions.

Incidentally, your code has established you as a rather boisterous and confident person who doesn’t always think before they punch, while Levi’s has always dictated him as rather self-conscious and insecure, but passionate about his interests. Neither of you have ever been programmed with anything close to the sort of AI that would be required for you to develop your own feelings separate of your codes - and yet, somehow, you have.

You’ve never pretended to understand your own existence. You’ve not very smart, after all; where your programmers gave you excellent fighting spirit and leadership skills and an unwavering sense of determined justice, they seem to have forgotten to give you very many brain cells. Even so, you’re fully aware of the impossibility of the nature of yours and Levi’s relationship.

Still, your philosophy has always been that worrying about the little things never benefits anyone in the long run. Well, this might not be a little thing, but if there’s anything you’re good at, it’s goofing off to avoid getting too dismal.

You hop out of the wire as soon you’ve reach your destination, landing neatly on your feet with your arms spread wide in a rather flamboyant flourish. Levi scrambles to follow suit, but loses his balance on his way out and immediately starts heading directly for the floor; you quickly dart forward and catch him by the arms.

Levi’s panicked eyes dart up to meet your own, and before you’re even fully aware of what you’re doing, you deftly lift him into the air and give him a smooth twirl, then set him on solid ground once more. His knees immediately nearly give out beneath him, and you have to reach forward to catch him again before he takes a tumble.

“Wh-wh-wh—” Levi’s entire face is a bright, burning red. You’re pretty sure you can actually see smoke coming out of his ears. “You— huh?”

It’s just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen; you can’t help but lean forward to plant a kiss on the very tip of his nose. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to have been the right move, because Levi immediately goes stock still, then abruptly slaps his hands to his face.

“You alright?” You ask, crouching down with him as he slowly sinks down to the ground, practically steaming. You can’t help but laugh, feeling a little bad for flustering him so much. “Caught you off-guard, huh? Sorry.”

Levi shakes his head silently, then finally pulls his hands away from his face. His blush has calmed somewhat - it had been so aggressive that it almost looked like a rash before, but now it’s more of a sort of reddish dust - and he’s looking you in the eyes again.

“Y-y-you can’t just do stuff like that out of nowhere,” He says finally, leaning forward and dropping his forehead on your shoulder. “I have to prepare myself first…”

“Aw, that’s no fun,” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and rock him back and forth slightly. “You'll get used to it eventually!”

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” He mumbles into the sleeve of your jacket, though you do notice that he’s deliberately pressing himself closer to you. “Well, you would if I had a heart.”

“You’re so cute,” You chuckle, pressing another kiss to the crown of his head. “C’mon, we’ve still got a date to finish!”

You give Levi another five minutes or so to get his face back to its usual colour and calm himself down, and he’s pretty much back to normal by the time the two of you step hand-in-hand into Solomon’s little alchemy hut - you with a wide grin on your face and him with a slightly shaky smile. Unfortunately, it seems that date night isn’t going to be going smoothly today, because Solomon is currently being held at gun-point by a character you’ve never seen before.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” crows the strange little man, brandishing one of his two revolvers in yours and Levi’s direction. You instinctively step in front of your partner, steeling your fists in case you need to fight. “Two lovebirds, is it?”

“Evening,” Solomon greets, not looking in the least bit fazed by the barrel he’s currently staring down.

“Who's this?” You ask in reply.

Solomon sighs and leans forward on his counter, ignoring the threatening click of the gun that the little man has pointed at him. “He’s from that shoot-em-up game a couple consoles down. No idea why he’s decided to show up here.”

You wrinkle your nose, reaching behind you to give Levi a reassuring tap on the arm before stepping forward. The little man watches you cautiously, keeping one gun carefully trained directly on your head.

“Your bullets aren’t going to work on me,” You say matter-of-factly. “I haven’t been programmed to take damage when a bullet hits me.”

“Won’t work on you, eh?” He raises an eyebrow. “How about your beau over there?”

You narrow your eyes. “He isn’t any of your business.”

Of course, you know full well that Levi’s game features projectiles that he certainly takes damage from, and while you don’t know if that extends to bullets from this man’s guns, you don’t want to risk it. You, on the other hand, have only ever taken damage from the punches and kicks your fellow fighters throw at you - or the beams of light Simeon and Luke shoot for their respective ultimates.

The man grins, and you note that he’s missing one of his front teeth. “So you won’t mind if I just fire a little bit at him—”

Your arm shoots forward before you even fully register it, and the man careens backwards with a cry as your fist lands directly in his face. The gun he’d been raising to point at Levi clatters to the floor and lets out a shot into one of the walls; Solomon winces.

“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” You scowl, striding forward and planting a foot on the little man’s stomach. He struggles under your boot’s heel, cursing. “First you spoil our date, and now you’re threatening my partner. You’re really starting to piss me off.”

“If you’re going to start a fight, take it outside,” Solomon intervenes, shaking his head. “I’ve got far too many glass bottles in here to risk letting you have a battle in here.”

“Doesn’t matter where I fight as long as I get a good punch in,” You smirk, folding your arms across your chest slightly and glaring down at the man as he scrabbles at your boot, attempting to wrench it off of him. “So, what’ll it be? Either you get your guns and scram, or we can brawl right here and now.”

The man responds by reaching to grab the gun he’d been aiming at Solomon earlier and firing a shot at your face. You jerk back in surprise, foot lifting, and he immediately scrambles out from beneath your foot, pointing up at you with a gleeful laugh.

“See how you like that!” He exclaims. “Not so cocky now, huh?”

You slowly reach up to press your fingers to where the bullet struck you, directly in the forehead. Solomon raises an eyebrow, while Levi calls out your name frantically, stepping forward with his hands outstretched.

You shake your head as the man laughs, holding up a hand to stop Levi. “Stay there. I’ve got this under control.”

“Huh?” The man’s grin fades as you pass your hand over the hole, only for it to be gone when your hand moves away. “What the—?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” You ask, looming over him as he frantically attempts to back away. He gulps, fumbling with his gun, but before he can try to fire another round, you knock the gun out of his hand with a swift punch. “Your bullets don’t work on me, pal.”

He turns as if to run, but your leg immediately darts out to trip him, and he tumbles forward onto the boards of Solomon’s hut with a muffled yell. This time you plant your foot directly on his neck, setting a single hand on your hip.

“I’m only going to say this once,” You begin, staring him dead in the eyes. “So listen up - got it?”

The man attempts to protest, but your heel only presses harder into his throat, and he has no choice but to give his gurgled assent. You smile, but it’s a menacing expression.

“This game is under my protection,” You say firmly. “You don’t come in here and start threatening to shoot up the place - and you most definitely don’t point the gun at my partner. Got it?”

He gurgles again. You nod in satisfaction. “Then we’re all in understanding here. Now scram.”

You lift your foot, and he immediately fumbles to get to his feet. You stay on your toes, prepared for him to attempt to go for his guns again, but he only gives you one last terrified look before turning and booking it out the door, tail between his legs.

You stare after him at the swinging door. The hut is silent for a moment more.

Finally, Levi says, eyes wide, “I think that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Ready Player 01 | JJK x Reader | 🔞❤️☁️

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: dystopia!AU, former Game developer!Jk, former pro gamer!JK, former IT specialist!Reader, former programmer!Reader, romance, Smut, slight cyberpunk elements

Warnings/tags: injustice, forcefully controlled public, violence (police/government officials against citizens), unfair powerplay, interrogation, tech talk, Jungkook be antisocial as FUCK but so is the reader lmao wbk, fear of physical contact (Haphephobia), past trauma and mentions of a bad childhood, insomnia, crime, smut because yes it’s me hello my content isn't kiddy-proof in the first place what yall want from me I'm not sure, but that’s waaY at the end ya know, friends to lovers, a slightly sassy AI but we love her, reader struggles with emotions, I mean same tbh, they're both so sweet tho I cant, not proofread because let me live

Summary: there’s a war going on; silent, but it’s there. Media has been strictly become controlled and regulated- to the point of making it illegal to own a TV or phone with internet access without a valid license. But there’s always some people that will try to break free from the controlling force.

"-a new age. This is a new year. And remember; we're doing this for the greater good. Until tomorrow." The news reporter stops talking after she somberly looks somewhere behind the camera that is pointed at her.

Your room is dark- the TV brightness on it's lowest setting so you can see what's going on- but outside, no one can see the light shining in your tiny apartment. Investing in blackout curtains had really paid off at the end of the day.

You don't want to get caught.

There's an announcement van driving past your window; the tiny slits in your curtains where the light from outside can creep its way inside brightening a bit as the headlights pass your windows. Something is spoken, and by now everyone knows the routine speech.

"Electricity will be shut down in five minutes. We advice to save all progress immediately- and we wish a good nights rest. Electricity will be shut down in five minutes..-" It repeats, over and over, counting down the minutes. You slowly move into your kitchen, opening one of the loose floor tiles to turn on your own emergency electricity system. With well practiced movements you close the tile again, moving the rug over it as you walk back into your living room, swiftly sliding the TV behind your wardrobe to make it disappear. As if on cue; there's a knock at your door.

The same as always. Routine. Two times, loud and clear. You don't even have to look through the peephole to know what awaits behind it.

"Yes?" You ask, rubbing your eyes as if you had been already asleep. The officer behind the door nods at you shortly, a mild smile on his face as he looks down at you.

"We didn't mean to wake you miss. Just routine, as usual." He says, peeking into your apartment to look for any electronics still running. It's pitch black however- so he simply nods, as his colleague notes something into his tablet. "We wish a good nights rest miss. Again, sorry for intruding." He apologizes, and you nod, closing the door.

Only when the street lights turn dark, do you move from your bed.

"Creator." The AI voice chimes up, her voice greeting you as as you lift the tile on the floor again- your phone connecting to the AI to show information you instantly decode and note down inside your head. "Player01 has just connected." The voice states, and you sit down on your cold kitchen flooring, smiling a little. "He has sent a message. Would you like me to play it?" The voice asks, and you take a deep breath.

"Yes." You say, and there's a small sound indicating the start of the voice message. A male voice is head.

"Hey, whats up?" He asks, and you can hear something in the background- maybe an empty can or something similar. "I uh.. I'm on my way. Should I bring anything? Ah wait, I know the answer to that.." He says, chuckling at the end of his sentence, and you can hear him zip up his jacket as he moves around. "Yeah uh.. just text or something, I'll bring stuff over. Can't have you starve." He ends, and the AI speaks up again.

"Would you like to repeat the message?" She asks, and you shake your head at her; a signal the artificial intelligence has come to detect quite well. "Should I archive it?" She questions again, and this time, you nod- something your invisible assistant can pick up due to motion sensoring.

"Send him a message." You say. "Tell him: I only need you. Get yourself here in one piece and I'm happy. And I'm very capable of taking care of myself." You state, and your phone shows a small loading message- indicating that the voice is doing as you said. It chimes up after a moment. "Thanks Kana." You say.

"No problem creator. Would you like for me to run through the databases now?" She asks, and you nod, a smile on your face. "Database search in progress. Estimated time: sixteen minutes and eighteen seconds." You huff out a breath as you look at the tiny display on your arm; tiny, yet powerful as it's your way of keeping Kana- your AI assistent- close at all times. Tonight, there would seem to be a lot to dig through.

They really added a lot of content these days.

It's not the door that makes you notice that there's a visitor after a while- He never uses it anyways for some reason. You're sitting on your kitchen floor with a small cup of tea in your hands- kept hot inside a slightly beaten-looking thermos can since you can't use to water boiler at night. Using anything other than Kana would cause a spike the police would be sure to notice; and you're not ready to get caught yet.

Not tonight.

It's a boy who, after a moment, opens the unclosed kitchen window to climb in; his combat boots getting a little snow and dirt from the outside into your apartment as his 80's looking jacket makes distinctive noises as it brushes against the sides of your window. His blonde hair has grown out a bit these days you notice- the roots clearly showing. It's a little wet and slightly curly from the moisture. It must be snowing outside- or maybe it had. You couldn't know for sure.

You never left your apartment.

He closes the window after slipping on the tiles inside a little, the plastic bags noisy as he almost drops them- sheepishly taking off his boots as he smiles at you. His socks are different from one another- but that's another thing so distinctive and just so.. him. He's his own person, always has been; it's what brought you two together, after all. You both stood out against the 'regular public' these days; with his brightly almost white-bleached hair he was like an albino in a sea of crows.

But you knew he didn't need that to stand out to you.

You can still remember the first few times the boy in front of you has visited you; the times where he had just dyed his hair to rebel out, or when he pierced your ears in exchange for you to do it to him as well. It was like you had made a blood pact in your kitchen that night- you had somehow gotten closer, formed a little more than just a simple companionship in order to riot against the law. He began growing close. Gave you a nickname. Began calling you his player 2. Began calling you his 'ace'. He had explained that he thought of it from memories of his gaming days; the two fighting teams always called red and blue, and one of his favorite weapons having that nickname- simply because it always 'saved his ass last minute'. He had rambled on about his last tournament after that, eyes sparkling and cheeks round from cold noodles.

You had become friends.

"hey." He says after sitting close across from you on the cold floor; the opened tile and Kana's core exposed to you two, the only source of light apart from your bracelet. The colorful LED's paint marks on his face and illuminate his features to you; but it does the same to you from his point of view. It's a familiar sight. "How are you?" He asks, almost shyly, but you know that's not what's bothering him.

"Hey Jungkook." You simply say with the hint of a smile, as you answer him. "Haven't slept well these days but, what's new I guess." You chuckle, and Jungkook smiles too- though a glimpse of concern is still shown your way. He knows however that forcing you to sleep won't do much good- your insomnia was too bad to really conquer it in a day or two just by taking naps.

And also; who was he to talk about solving personal issues.

"Have you seen the most recent reports?" You ask him, and the boy somberly shakes his head.

"I was unable to." He states. "They were patrolling close to my apartment complex because there had been someone reporting a Glitcher today." A 'glitcher'- a slang word now commonly used for people like Jungkook and you. People who went against the nightly routines, people who tried to trick the system by using electricity at night, owning media, consuming it, or dealing with it. It somehow became worse than underground drugs. "They pulled him out at around twelve or so- but they seemed too on edge the entire day, so I didn't risk it." He says, and you nod. Jungkook had always been a very good person when it came to calculating risk versus reward. He was good at reading people too- even though he didn't interact much, he got out of his apartment a lot more than you did. "Anything important?" He asks, and you shrug.

"There was a report that China and Japan were still on edge- with the chinese government arguing that they would soon start with 'more drastic measures to get things under proper control', whatever that means." You say, and Jungkooks brows furrow as he starts to pick on the skin of his jaw. "Let's just hope the flood doesn't throw us under the sea as well if it escalates I guess.." You say, and the boy across from you nods.

"Creator." Kana's voice chimes up, making Jungkook look up before remembering that the only source would be your bracelet, which you look at as well. "My scan of your body shows that you have not consumed a sufficient amount of calories today. I recommend a meal in the next five to eight minutes to avoid malnutrition." She says, and you groan. "I take this as a form of verbal communication. Running data search..." She says, as Jungkook looks at you; thoroughly amused by the teasing banter between the AI and his friend. "My data search concludes that you are annoyed, creator. I have only stated a fact however-" She continues, and Jungkook steps in.

"I've brought some leftovers from my dinner today we can eat." He says, pulling out some plastic containers as he moves to get proper cutlery out of your drawers. He makes sure to push them towards you, making sure to nod with a smile as you nod and thank him a little embarrassed. "It's nothing. You know I love you too much to let you starve!" He states with a grin, bunny teeth on full display as bitterness creeps up your throat- something you make sure to swallow down before beginning to eat.

Because the kind of love he's talking about right now, is not the kind of love you want him to feel for you.

"You forgot to give it a proper validation there-" He points out as you type away. "Otherwise it will just run instantly, and everything at once. That could crash older systems, and we know that V95 uses an older laptop, so we should take that into account." He says, and you nod, clicking back to the spot Jungkook is talking about.

This is what you're both good for.

Writing code for you had always been something you did with a passion- simply because you were good at it. Numbers and short phrases were something you could remember with ease; but you never had to think much about the visual aspect of programs in your department back when you were able to work for a simple programming company. You had simply always been tasked to program security systems and automatically updating firmware, or simple AI's for factory robots. Jungkook however had been all about the visuals; he had been programming games after all. That's why you two fit so well together in this scene. Whenever he would be in complete awe of the broad knowledge you had about official guidelines and security breaches, of staying undetected and unseen while still gaining as much as possible from every single line of code, he could always throw in his input to make sure the program you were both writing and updating for the glitch community was easy to use and simple enough so it could run smoothly on as many systems as possible. Be it phone, laptops, PC's- you two made it possible.

This program was connecting Glitchers all over the globe- and with yours and Jungkooks knowledge, you made it almost invisible. And even if it was somehow detected; there was no possible way to track down any of it's users.

The fact that you had to hide a simple program from the government made you sigh.

"Okay. Yeah I think that fixed the bug." He says, and looks at your arm- at Kana. "Oh, by the way, Kana?" he asks, and the chime gives him the cue to talk. "I heard you had a bug-fix too recently." He says, and the AI chimes again.

"I did, Player01." The AI answers. "The addition of code to my current program has proven to significantly increase my ability to observe and save more data." The female voice answers, and Jungkook grins. "You are happy, Player01." She states, and he nods.

"I am." He says.

"Why is that?" The AI asks, and Jungkook shrugs.

"I'm just happy you're doing well. Someone has to take care of ace when I'm not close by, yeah?" He states, and you try not to react to it. Jungkook is by now used to your more stoic expression; you're not too emotional and barely let things get under your skin. You've been hurt before, he knows this even if you never told him- he can see it in the way you hide inside the safety of your home, how you're so cold on the outside but still clinging onto him. Sometimes he wishes he could touch you; run his hand over your head to ruffle your hair like in those cheesy movies, hold your hand, or simply give you some reassurance in the form of a gentle hand on your back whenever you struggle.

But he's got his own demons, and they love clinging onto him just as much.

"V95 has connected to voice chat. Would you like to talk to him?" Kana states, ripping him out of his thoughts as he watches you nod.

"JK? Y/N?" A deep voice asks.

"We're here. Heard there was a raid close to you?" Jungkook asks, and he can see you grow a bit more serious at that. "Are you okay?" He adds, and V answers, although quite.. tired?

"I'm good. They got Jimin though." He states, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair as you stand up, frustrated. Jungkook knows you're trying to calm down by pacing. He doesn't mind. "They didn't officially arrest him, took him for 'questioning' though. We know what that's about." He states somberly, and Jungkook takes a deep breath.

"Jimin is a master manipulator V. He'll get himself out of it, I'm sure." Jungkook tries to reassure, but it doesn't gain him much than a hum from Taehyung on the other end of the line. "What about Sleeper?" He asks, and a chuckle is heard.

"He's been checking the videofeed from inside the past few nights. He said he's send some of the big bites to Ace though?" He says, and Jungkook looks over at your form.

"Yeah I've seen it." You simply say, though Jungkook grows uncomfortable with the way you're suddenly standing there. You're a little hunched, biting the skin on your thumb as you look at the tiles as if they suddenly began to move. He knows himself that things inside the 'rehabilitation centers' weren't all that nice to see- but you rarely ever displayed so much distress over it. "Let's just hope Jimin get's his ass out of this situation. We can't afford to loose him." You say, and V stays silent before he sighs.

"Yeah. I tell sleeper you've seen the stuff. Oh, and our prince charming has asked for a date with Ace. Again." Taehyung chuckles, and you groan- while Jungkook can't help but clench his jaw. Kim Seokjin was a very good asset to the team; with connections reaching deep inside the government and his position as a former lawyer- but he still hated his guts.

You didn't need to waste your time dating. You were totally capable of taking care of yourself, you had even said it personally! And for anything else Jungkook would provide for you. You didn't need anyone else than him.

He was totally not jealous of him.

"Can he not use our underground connections for that circus?" You say. "I don't even go grocery shopping, why would I want to go on a fucking date?" You mumble, sitting down next to Jungkook as you take a spoonful of rice. Jungkook feels a weird sense of satisfaction about the situation.

"Who knows." Taehyung says. "Alright, 10 Minute mark- I'll hear from you two soon. Take care." He says, and you both say your goodbyes before the line goes silent.

Although Jungkook hates physical contact, he likes keeping you close.

His heart is melting like chocolate as he notes the way your hand grips his jacket tightly as the two of you walk through town to get your license renewed- a way of holding onto him, and he somehow wishes it could be his hand. He knows yours would fit so perfectly in his, and yet he can't bring himself to do it.

His body is not cooperating.

He remembers vividly how his fear had developed; with his father and mother both being dramatically overworked and overwhelmed with having a kid at a young age, they had no idea how to make a child behave. Every second touch would bruise, every time he had been held would be force.

And at some point, he started to dislike physical touch completely.

It had just been like his growing interest in freelance climbing- the way he would walk and jump high over the heads of unsuspecting people, away from all judgemental gazes they'd throw his way for behaving the way he did. Only when the wind could hit him freely, only when he couldn't make out faces of anyone down below, only when he was high up- that was when he felt safe. The ground below had nothing of interest for him, no point in going down, as his apartment was located on the top floor of the complex. Jungkook never took the elevator, always the stairs.

He liked being reminded how high he lived.

And yet, there's one thing that pulls him down, brings his feet to the earth below, calls him like a siren song. It's you, hidden away from everyone's sight inside your tiny home, just as troubled and judged as himself.

He'd fallen in love with you the second you told him his name.

It had been a rainy night, his clothes drying on your heater as he was wrapped in two of your blankets; the smell of your fabric softener and something so typically you surrounding him like a mother's hug would a child. It had given him a feeling of comfort he had never quite experienced before, and it had also been the first time he had imagined what it would be like to hug you.

To have you close.

He had explained to you why he had freaked out when you reached for his arm to steady him when he almost fell inside your apartment through your window; had apologized and bowed his head in shame until you had simply shrugged.

"You don't have to justify yourself to anyone, Jungkookie." You had said. Jungkookie. "You're you. And I like you." You had said, not looking at him as you typed in some code to Kana's internal system.

His heart had warmed up at that.

And while you had accepted him, he had accepted you just as much. While at first caught off guard by your quiet and sometimes harsh way of treating him, he had also gotten to know just how gentle and delicately you treated the ones you loved. You were a loyal person, always going out of your way to be helpful, and silently basking in praise any time it was directed at you.

He loved that view. The way your cheeks would grow warm, how your eyes would sparkle; and he loved most of all, that he had been, according to Taehyung who was the second closest to you, the only one to see you smile.

You even laughed with him.

It filled him with pride to know that you were able to let go around him, even if it was just a little. It made him feel like he did something huge. It helped him sleep at night knowing that you were trusting him enough to let down your guard a little.

And it hurt him even worse knowing that he couldn't do the same thing for you.

He was a coward-

and you deserved a hero.

"Ace?" He asked, slipping through your window as he noticed the apartment silent and dark. Nothing greeted him. "..Ace?" He tried again, maybe you were asleep? But your apartment was quiet, empty, nothing spoke of your presence. Dishes were in the sink, a cup of water left untouched on the counter, and something inside of him churned painfully at the way this looked. He checked the kitchen tile, sliding it to the side like he's seen you do it countless of times.

It was dark.

Instead, he was greeted by a post it note. "Underneath the bed. Take care." Was all it read. He stood up, pushing your bed away from the wall noticing how your carpet had been torn a little. And as he lifted the cut flap of carpet, there was an envelope.

Your watch. A small in-ear piece, and your old IT-identification, folded.

A noise outside your hallway made his head snap up as he pushed the bed back into place, making an escape for it as he climbed outside the window, watch safely inside his jacket as he climbed back up on top of a building, before he examined it further, turning it on, after putting the earpiece in.

"Hello, Jungkook." Kana greeted him, and it felt weird to hear the AI say his name like that. "Creator has advised me to answer all questions you might have, and assist you from here on." She said, and Jungkook simply put the watch on, making his way to his own apartment.

"What happened?" He asked, his face serious as he walked.

"At around 6:12 O'clock, creator was taken into further questioning regarding illegal possession and knowledge of classified information and technological equipment. She had shown no resistance and complied with authorities. My observations however showed that she was taken with more force than necessary." Kana explained. Jungkook shook his head. "She had prepared for this instance during the night, approximately twenty-six minutes after you had left."

"She knew?!" He suddenly said, shutting his apartment door violently as he started to pace around, throwing his jacket on the couch. "Why didn't she contact me?"

"Analysis; your body shows signs of-" Kana started, but Jungkook interrupted.

"Shut up. Why didn't she tell me?" He asks again, and Kana seems to hesitate for a moment.

"Considering her close relationship to you, she probably wanted to not get you involved." She stated, and Jungkook sighed, sitting down on his couch as he gripped his hair. He should've stayed. Hell, it wasn't the first time he wanted to stay. He had dreamed of staying over, of fucking living with you for months to no end by now, but he was a coward. And this was his paycheck.

"Kana." He said lowly, and the small tune gave him the cue to talk. "Contact V95. Tell him it's urgent. We got an emergency." He says.

"I can't watch this." He says, jumping up and holding onto his head as to not punch his wall, unable to go through the videofeed of your interrogation room.

There's not much to see, but Jungkook knows that's simply because they haven't had the time to see to you yet. You and him knew best what really happened in these rooms, and he hated knowing that deep down they wouldn't go easy on you simply because you were a young woman. It didn't matter to them.

He'd seen teenagers way younger than you and him getting the rough treatment before- and elderly didn't get spared either.

The government bragged about having everything in order; yet they couldn't even control their own law enforcement it seemed. When he really thought back on his history lessons in school, not much had changed at all.

The world was still in utter chaos.

His palm shuts his laptop harshly- earning a tiny chime from the AI he’s already forgotten shares his home with him now. “I suggest that you practice care in treating your electronics to-“ he groans, successfully shutting it off at that. “Why are you frustrated?” It- she? Asks, and he sits down.

“I don’t know how to help her.” He admits in shame, thinking back to the footage of your hidden camera; the way they had pushed you to the ground, before grabbing you, leading you out of your apartment a few minutes away from him. “I don’t know what I should do.” He says.

There’s a bit of silence, until the AI speaks up again. “Do you have a romantic interest in my creator?” She asks, and his head snaps up at that.

“What the fuck? Why would you ask me this?!” He barks, unsure where to look since he can only hear the voice.

“I have observed both my creator and your behaviors; you seem to have a very deep rooted interest in each others well-being and opinions. This is commonly found in partnerships. I was only asking you to confirm if my assumption is correct.”

He’s silent for a moment, until he speaks again, watching the announcement van pass his window; voices dull and unintelligible though the walls and windows. “It’s no use anyways. Who wants someone they can’t even shake hands with?” He sighs, looking into his lap again. He hates that he’s like this; that even though he very much loves and adores you, there’s no magic moment that makes him forget- even though he craves the contact, he can’t do it. Every time he’s close to you, he knows that he could simply hug you; or let you rest your head on his shoulder, like in romantic movies. He wants to hold your hand, wipe your tears- but his body won’t cooperate. He can’t do it.

Not even with you.

“Creator seems very comfortable with you.” The AI states. “I have been asked to archive all text messages and phone calls of you two recently. When I asked for a reason, she claimed she would need it someday- I was unsure what she meant.” Jungkook furrows his brow, raising his head again. “Sometimes, when creator is deeply upset, she has the habit of playing some of the recordings of you singing, or reminding her to take care. My research has shown that it slows down her heartbeat to a more normal level and also improves her insomnia.” Jungkooks eyes widen at that.

Does that mean.. that you like him back?

"Kana, fuck- cut the feed." He says, agitated.

"Are you sure?" She asks, and he sighs, before yelling his frustration out, sitting down to take a deep breath. He slowly shook his head no. He couldn't let all your hard work go to waste like this.

He couldn't stay a coward.

"Jungkook, it appears to be that the creator is being let go." Kana suddenly chimes up, and Jungkook rushes to his pc setup to see for himself. And she's right- your arm is being held tightly, and something is being said to you, but your hands are no longer chained to the chair- you're free.

What just happened?

Jungkook sometimes really hates himself for being the way he is.

There's no sugarcoating it that you need comfort now more than ever, even though you don't openly show it to him. He can see it in the way you're still biting your nails, he can see it in your eyes which never stay on one point for too long. And he can definitely see it in the bruises on your upper arm, and the cut on your lower lip where you had bitten in anger and frustration. He wants to comfort you, he knows you'd let him- and yet he can't move any closer than where he is right now; only the length of his palm of space between you two. And yet it's like his joints are locked into place. He can't touch you.

What if he hurts you?

And it dawns on him right then and there while he watches you drink your can of overly sweet soda while typing your code like second nature, that he's not scared of you hurting him. He's scared of doing to you, what's been done to him. Because deep down he is aware that his parents never had bad intentions, never hated him or wanted him to suffer; they were simply unsure and not at all confident in how to really care for a child. They had been caught off guard and gotten overwhelmed by the sudden shift in their situation that they never truly knew what to do. And nowadays he felt like he was simply heading down the same road.

He was starting to feel like he was becoming just like them.

"Hm?" You ask him, ripping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you, your eyes wide and worried as you put down your almost empty can of soda. "What is it?" You ask him, and he wants to scream. He wants to throw a fit like a child at the way you seem to worry for him every time you should worry for yourself. He's a coward, he's useless, he's everything you don't need nor deserve in his eyes, and yet you always look at him like he's the main character of your favorite movie.

If he was, he was sure he'd be merely a sidekick- because you deserved to be the focus of every story told in his eyes. And if you weren't included in the tale, he knew he didn't want to ever know about it.

He swallows, before he manages to make his hand move, finger pointing at your arm where a green-ish bruise already formed. "Does it hurt?" He asks, and he's not even sure if he's asking you about the bruise, of if he's asking something else. He doesn't know what he's saying, doesn't even know if he's asking you or himself.

"No." You answer, and he looks at you, searching for any hint of a lie in your eyes. But he only sees that slight smile, lips turned a little, almost unnoticeable. But its there, he can see it, and he wants to print it into his mind to never forget it. You were so observant, knew him so well, that he was almost certain you knew of his inner fight and what he really meant with his blurted out question. "Are you okay?" You ask him, and he swallows again, eyes stinging with unshed tears as his body grows rigid like an unoiled machine, only moving with as much force as he can manage to come up with. His breathing is heavy as his eyes can't leave the spot on your arm, and your watch him with wide eyes as his shaking hand slowly reaches out.

He doesn't know what he expects to really happen.

Maybe like those electric shocks you get when someone had rubbed their socks on a carpet before touching someone else. Maybe he had expected to recoil instantly. Maybe he had expected nothing- but he was suddenly in a rush the moment his fingertip touched your warm skin, delicate, soft, everything his rough hands weren't.

And you were still as prey in front of a wolf.

But the wolf in this scenario was holding his breath while his tears finally fell. He wants to speak, but he can't, he doesn't know how to ask for something when he doesn't even know if he wants it.

But suddenly he moves again, his palm now resting fully against your upper arm, shaking, as it moves over the length of it, softly, as he imprints the way your soft skin feels. "Jungkook.." You whisper out, and he suddenly snaps, leans forward, his legs on either side of your body as he snakes his arms around you from behind, pulling you close to his chest. You can feel him shake as he holds you, his cheek resting against your back and you don't care about his tears staining your shirt as he suddenly cries openly and possibly for the first time since he was a mere child.

He's unsure, overwhelmed, because you're so warm, you smell so nice, you're so soft, and he can't let go, doesn't want to let go. He whines out as you turn a bit as he thinks you're moving away but you're simply placing your legs over his as you sit in his lap, hugging him back as you make sure to give him a gentle squeeze.

He calms down after a long while of simply existing. Of breathing you in, of feeling you. "You're right." He whispers into your neck, and you can't help but shiver, leaning into his hug.

"It doesn't hurt at all."

"You know, I get why you come up here." You comment, as Jungkook makes sure to hold your hand tightly in his, your feet dangling off the edge of the building you're sitting on top of. "It's nice." You say.

He's not listening that well though.

All he can really do is watch your face, illuminated by the neon lights of the city, hair swaying in the wind as you look down below. He doesn't quite know what you two really are, doesn't know how long it will take him to really come out of his shell and give you the love you deserve, but he's trying. He's fighting, he's left his cowardly self behind.

He want's to change.

And not just for you alone, because while he hates seeing you hurt, he knows what you two are doing- what all of you are doing- is for the greater good.

Jungkook hates your ideas sometimes.

Simply because he knows they will work, but also end up with you getting into danger at the end of it. And just like now, all he can do really is hope that you make it out as he keeps a watchful eye on your movements from above, giving you directions via Kana as you sometimes trip and stumble a little.

You're not a very active person; running wasn't really your thing.

Fuck, you were basically a hermit, the most you walked around was from your bedroom into the kitchen!

But then again, sacrifices had to be made somewhere. And Jungkook really admired you; because every time he thought that you had reached your limit, you would face it head first and break through it.

"Ace, try and somehow get to higher ground. They're caging you in from all sides." He urgently tells you as he watches police chase you down the roads, pushing citizens aside to not loose sight of you.

The plan had been simple. Gain all the attention so Taehyung could infect one of the police station's servers with a new worm, giving you all a better and easier access to any data and communication of the area. Jungkook couldn't play the bate well enough; and you had been on their radar already, making you the best option to gain their interest quickly enough.

Although Jungkook hated that part.

"Come on, ah fuck it." He grits out, jumping down to grab a ladder, making his way to a nearby area he could pull you up. There was no way you could reach any of the fire ladders yourself, and by now, things were getting too hot for him to risk anything. "Here!" He barks out, not thinking twice about grabbing your hand and helping you upwards, trying not to worry too much about your heavy breathing. And then there's it.

A pop, loud, followed by another, and another, and another. You're suddenly falling, scraping your knees on the ground below as he can't catch you, too startled by the fact that they had actually decided to shoot to react quick enough. "Fuck!" He says, eyes wide and pupils blown as he looks at you.

"Jungkook, why the fuck aren't you running?!" You yell at him, a scratch on the top of your left cheek as you push his leg away from you- the only thing you can reach. "Go!" You bark again, and he growls out something, before he manages to pull you onto his back, adrenaline not letting his brain process what he's doing.

He can't just leave you.

"Taehyung, get out, Ace has been shot. Whatever was uploaded has to be enough." He says via the in-ear piece, doesn't wait for a response. He still gets it.

"Fuck, what?! Okay okay, I'm out" He says, and Jungkook can only catch a glimpse of the older man leaving the building via the backside entrance. He's only concerned with getting you somewhere safe.

"Urgh." You groan, slowly sitting up on Jungkooks couch. "I mean, I know paintball hurts, but rubber bullets? Jesus.." You complain, while Jungkook looks at you with a dark expression. "What?" You ask him, and he huffs.

"You sound like you haven't almost been killed yesterday." He grimly says, and you shrug. "Stop. I'm serious." He tells you, and you let yourself fall back down onto his couch.

"Whatever. At least we killed their communication." You say, closing your eyes. "Must've at least pissed them off." You say.

"Kana." Jungkook suddenly says, waiting for the familiar sound to tell him she's active. "Shut down for now." He says, and you sit up, hissing instantly at the sudden movement.

"Hey- ah fuck!" You say, as you watch on your bracelet how Kana complies; shutting down. "Why would you do that?" You say in an offended matter, before you grow quiet, watching him go onto his knees in front of you, as he lets his head rest on top of your lap.

"I just want.. you to myself. Just.." He mumbles, and you slowly bring your hand to his hair. "Just for a moment." He says, and you sigh. Jungkook had been under a lot of stress recently, you no doubt being the main cause of most of it recently. So you simply let him be, as he closed his eyes. "Y/N?" He asks suddenly, and you answer him. "I love you." He says, and your body stops moving.

What?

"It's okay if you don't." He says, not moving from his spot, and neither opening his eyes. "I mean it. I only want you to know." He explains further. "Because I.. couldn't fucking live with myself if something happened to you, and I've never told you." He admits, and you can't help but stare at him. Jungkook looked down on himself so much that it was sometimes frustrating to see; simply because you saw him as such an amazing human being with countless talents and beautiful flaws.

You knew you couldn't muster up the strength to actually answer him; not so spontaneously. You weren't that expressive, you couldn't communicate as freely and colorful as he could. All your words seemed black and white to you, mixing into grey and mundane sentences while his words seemed to bloom into the most amazing paintings. He had a way of charming those around him- and he didn't even know.

You slowly leaned down instead, moving his hair to the side as you placed a feather-light kiss to the top of his cheek, close to his eye.

You hoped he would somehow understand you.

And as he moved again, looking at you with eyes that sparkled brighter than any city's skyline ever could, you knew he did.

He'd always understand you, no matter how you communicated with him.

You didn't need words to understand each other.

The shy kiss you two shared, bathed in the purple glow of the neon lights outside his window, spoke enough.

"You should try and sleep." Jungkook tells you, taking away your can of soda as you whine at him. "No buts. Come on, I'll finish this for you." He says, and you let him take over the keyboard of your laptop. It's something you really only let him get away with- anyone else would've probably lost a finger or two trying to touch your work.

You don't trust anyone but him at this point.

"I know that Kana snitched." You comment, as you lean your back against his shoulder. He chuckles. "Can't believe my own creation goes behind my back like that." You mumble, and Jungkook has a light tune to his voice as he speaks.

"Well, it's a good thing though." He tells you. "I worry about you." He says.

"Ugh come on, you know that's not the part I meant." You laugh, and he grins.

"Oh, you mean the part where you listen to my crappy ass singing to help you sleep?" He tells you with a teasing undertone. "No wonder you got insomnia trying to find rest to that." He chuckles, and you playfully hit his thigh.

"Shut up, your voice is nice." You say, and he's glad your eyes are closed, and you can't see him blush.

Somehow, moments like these re-energized him again. Because it proved to him that there was still a piece of that innocent and untainted you inside that thick shell you had put up to protect yourself. And considering that you let him see you like that made his pride grow taller than any of the skyscrapers of his city.

Maybe one day the two of you will have a future together that won't be so difficult and unfair like your current one was. Maybe one day, you both will have changed enough to teach the next generation about what you've overcome.

But then again; living in the moment seemed to fit a lot better in his eyes, as he watched you sleep soundly against his shoulder.

Yeah, this moment was more than enough for now.

The world won't change over night- you both know that. All of you know that. But small things were starting to make a difference here and there; for example, the letter you held towards Jungkook as his eyes widened.

"..and we have officially decided that we no longer want to participate in the case against the defendant. The result of this agreement is that all charges against Y/N L/N have been dismissed and are no longer being investigated." He reads out loud, almost whispering as if saying it too loud could make it a lie. "They let you go?" He asks, and you nod, the small bandaid on your cheek making you look even cuter in his eyes as you shrug.

"Jimin had reached out too. They've let him go home as well." You say. and Jungkook huffs out in disbelief.

After infecting the police station with the worm you had all worked on, you had scared the entire country enough to take a step back from the overall aggressive tone. It wasn't much- but it meant that they knew you were there. You existed, and you were not bowing down.

You were still untamed.

Jungkook smiled brightly as he put the letter down to the side, reaching out to you to pull you onto his lap. He simply holds you for a moment, his lips kissing the skin of your shoulder as if in a trance. "I love you." He tells you, and you smile, squeezing him a bit in your arms. "I really do." He assures you, and you nod.

You don't answer him, and he doesn't seem to mind as he leans back from you, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he grins, hands holding your face so delicately as he places a kiss onto your lips, making you close your eyes as he breaks away from you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

He's still not letting anyone very physically close other than you; he's still scared of going out and around like everyone else. You're still rather hiding inside his apartment- both of your apartment now- and you still have trouble sleeping.

But Jungkook keeps the nightmares away.

And you make him brave in exchange.

It's really weird to hear the sound of a radio nowadays.

Things are still far from normal- but recently, citizens had been given radios to listen to public broadcast again. It only played crappy music with some rare good tracks here and there, but it was better than nothing.

Jungkook couldn't help but think that your breathless voice was far more entertaining than any music station he can remember from his youth.

While he hates touching other people, even friends and family, he can't help but feel a rush whenever he touches you.

His hands can't stop on one specific spot, can't seem to stay still even for a moment as his lips nip and suck at the flesh of your neck and shoulder, marking what's his, visualizing that you really belong to him. He bears the same mark on his collarbone from last night, and he should have been satisfied, but even an early morning couldn't keep him away from you.

The rain hit the window harshly, but he didn't notice at all. All his eyes could see was your form underneath him, skin glowing as he moves above you, euphoria filling his veins as he can't look away from where you're connected, where his cock disappears inside of you over and over and over again.

"I love you." He breathes out as he comes undone, holding you close, resting his head against your shoulder, as you hold onto his arms, a smile, a genuine and big smile thrown his way as he can't help but smile along.

"I love you too, Jungkook." You say, and he chuckles.

The radio in the background still playing, as you lay in each others' arms.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please stop reposting my content on AO3 thinking I won't find it. I'm literally everywhere you clowns.

To everyone else: Thank you for reading this mess- I really apologize for the messy storyline, but I just wanted to put this out before the entire thing escaped me again and I would end up struggling to find my way back into it (cough cough flashback to mean lmao). I promise to somewhat post more regularly. Thank you for your kind words and for sticking with me!

[paradoxcase]

Hey, what’s up, guys, it’s been a long time, I know, but I am feeling the pressure of not having a place where I go to formulate my thoughts, so perhaps it’s time to dust this old tumblr off again.  I got a new, better job, I moved back to Seattle and already feel way more at home here, I’m really glad to be back.  And haha, I still have a library account here, and Walgreens actually had an extremely old address for me on file from when I lived here back in 2011-2015.  Wild.

Anyway, after thinking about it for a very long time I actually made a decision and bought Stardew Valley.  And this game is actually so fun?  Back when I first heard about it I was at the tail end of a huge farming sim kick and was like, ok, I’ve just finished playing like every other farming sim in existence, I’m pretty burned out on this now, so maybe I will take a break and not go into yet another farming sim game.  But that was a long time ago and I haven’t played a farming sim in ages, so I decided to give it a go.  And the game is so much more than a farming sim.  I wish the fishing minigame was easier, I’ll probably install a mod for that at some point, but I do want to experience as much of the content as possible one time through before I go and install a ton of mods, so I will limp along for now.  I feel like I am behind in the mines, but I did make it down to level 40 finally, which I think means I’ll start getting actual iron ore now, which will make making sprinklers easier.  I’ve almost got the greenhouse and I want to install a bunch of sprinklers and the ~100 strawberry seeds I bought at the year 2 egg festival and then never think about watering a bunch of plants ever again so I can pet all my animals and make some progress in the mines and on the damn fishing skill.  I didn’t expect to like the NPC friending part of the game, but I really like that I feel like I’m actually getting to be good friends with a bunch of them, and that’s really cool?  And I gave Sebastian a bouquet, because, as an introverted programmer I can’t tell you how thrilled I was that there was an introverted programmer character in this game, that’s just absolutely fantastic, but then I got to see his 10-heart event and my dumb romance-aversion ruined this like objectively cute scene and I’m so mad.  Like, I know for a fact that I would love this scene if it involved two characters who were both definitely not me, and I sort of anticipated this and did my best to make my farmer Not Me, she doesn’t look like me, she doesn’t have my name, but I guess she’s still Me enough that it ruined the scene for me.  So I don’t know what I want to do, at this point.  I did sort of think, I think thinking about dating a woman is significantly different than thinking about dating a man, it might just be because there’s never been a particular woman I’ve ever thought about dating so everything I think about it is very vague, but maybe the gender really does make a difference.  So I gave another bouquet to Abigail and I am going to see if her 10-heart scene makes me feel oogy too, and if it doesn’t, maybe I will marry her instead.  She was a very close second for me, anyway.  If it still makes me feel oogy, who knows.  I know there is an aromantic “marriage” option, who I haven’t actually met yet (and I have no idea how close I am to meeting him), but I do want to try a regular marriage and experience all of the content one time, just to see how it is.  I’ll probably install the platonic partnerships mod the next time I play, and probably also the multimarriage mod and then platonically marry like four people, because there are actually a lot of good options.  But I do want to see it unmodded *once*.

Incidentally, Sambastian is a Quality Ship and I’ve been reading some fanfic.  I just wish there was something I could do in the actual game to make Sebastian date Sam instead of my farmer, that would be great

[awhitehead17]

100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 45: “What do you want to watch?”

Enjoy! :D

“Where are you? You said you’d be here twenty minutes ago.”

Kon rolls his eyes as the breathless huff comes through the phone’s speaker. “I didn’t say that. I said, I’ll be leaving mine in twenty minutes, not that I would get to yours in twenty minutes.”

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re not here yet.” Tim comments sounding petulant. Kon would be willing to bet that he’s currently pouting as well.

“I’m on my way now,” Kon reassures his boyfriend smiling to himself, “I won’t be long.”

There’s another huff on the other side and before Kon could say anything else, Tim hangs up on him. Both surprised and not by the action, Kon rolls his eyes again and pockets his phone, deciding to let it go this time. Tim’s in one of his impatient and needy moods and not getting what he wants is leaving him a little temperamental.

It happens occasionally and it’s something Kon finds both exasperating yet adorable only because the mood occurs when Tim is sick. His boyfriend has recently come down with a nasty head cold, most likely a result of getting drenched on a stake out at the end of the previous week. Before succumbing to it, Tim had tried to brush it off as nothing and continue as normal, it was only after he got himself into a situation he couldn’t get himself out of that he finally gave in and went on bed rest to let it run its course.

He’s been pretty needy since then and Kon honestly doesn’t mind. He’s rather liking how much Tim wants him around, even if it’s just to cuddle or to use him as a pillow and personal heater. Also it’s not often Tim lets himself be needy, his own personality of needing to be independent and self-sufficient stops himself from seeking that basic comfort, so seeing Tim so open about it makes a change.

Kon’s currently in a shop picking up some bits that might cheer Tim up a little as well as to help him get over the illness. He wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t be long, the Tower is only ten minutes or so away from this store.

Once he’s paid for the items he heads straight for the Tower afterwards. Within those couple minutes of being on the phone with Tim and leaving the store his boyfriend had messaged him five times, each one telling him to hurry up or simply sending him a frowning emoji.

Without any more delays Kon goes straight to Tim’s room once he arrives at the Tower. He lets himself in and is immediately greeted with the sight of a miserable looking Tim all bundled in blankets on his bed sat in the dark with his TV on.

As soon as he enters Tim's head snaps in his direction and Kon sees a weak smile appear on his face. He doesn’t know if it’s the darkness of the room, but Tim is looking worse than the last time he saw him. His skin appears to be paler, he has dark circles under his eyes, he’s slumped on the mattress like it’s eating him whole and overall just looks exhausted.

Kon shuts the door and approaches the bed, he bends forwards to press a kiss on Tim’s warm forehead and starts emptying the items he’s brought onto the mattress.

“I brought some stuff which I thought may help you recover a little quicker, as well as something which I thought may cheer you up.” Kon explains as Tim tiredly examines the contents. “Have you taken any medication or have had some water recently?”

When Tim shakes his head, Kon sighs softly having already guessed his answer. Digging through what he brought he brings out some medication for Tim to take along with a bottle of water.

“The medication will take a little bit to kick in. Are you hungry, I’ve brought some dry snacks you could have?”

Tim shakes his head again and sends Kon a miserable look. “I’ve been feeling nauseous for hours now. I retched earlier but nothing came up. This may be more than a head cold.”

Kon winces, feeling bad for Tim having to deal with it all. He may have a point about it being more than a head cold, a bad one at that, but then again Tim doesn’t have a spleen, his immune system is already weakened so this may have just escalated from that originally.

“We’ll keep an eye on it, if you’re not feeling any better tomorrow we’ll get you looked at just in case. Though you will have to try and eat something at some point, you’ll need the energy and the nutrients.”

Tim mumbles something incoherently and Kon could see how Tim is now fighting to stay awake. Knowing it won’t be long before he drops off to sleep, Kon clears the bed of the items and climbs inside the barricade of blankets Tim has made.

Together they get comfy underneath the blankets and stretch out on the bed. Tim is practically lying on him with his head just turned enough so that he could see the TV screen. Kon has an arm wrapped around his back in support and uses the other to brush a hand through Tim’s hair but not before picking up the remote and flicking through Tim’s Netflix account.

“What do you want to watch? Choose whatever you want, I don’t mind.”

Tim mumbles against his chest which has Kon rolling his eyes. Figuring that Tim won’t be contributing his decision anytime soon, Kon flicks over to the ‘watch again’ list on the screen.

“What about Star Trek?”

For a third time Tim makes an unintelligible sound but this time it was accompanied with a nod of the head. Taking that as enough of a confirmation Kon selects the programme and settles against the bed again, wrapping his arm back around Tim comfortably.

As predicted it wasn’t long before Tim fell asleep, his body going completely limp against Kon, his heart beating steadily against his chest and his breath hitting Kon’s neck in regular intervals. Kon smiles to himself, adoration for his boyfriend flooding inside of him. He’ll let Tim sleep this medication off and once he’s awake Kon will get some food inside of him and then make a decision on how serious his condition is. Until then he’s going to enjoy Tim sleeping on him and some Star Trek at the same time.