#exo text series

[mydearneteyam]

WITH LOVE, GAIA ;; ATWOW

"you've waited in vain because there's nothing for you"

summary ;; memories push you to move forward and start working. far away, someone thinks the same.

warnings/notes (for the series) ;; fem!reader ;; mentions of war, death ;; illegal activities ;; reader is a criminal, an enemy of humanity, traitor to the race, etc ;; avatar!reader ;; death of loved ones ;; late grief ;; etc.

word count ;; 1.7k

word of the series ;; Eywa [ˈɛj.wa] prop.n. world spirit, Gaia

chapter one (you're here)

A soft humming of a song unfamiliar to anyone could be heard around the computers. When Jake peeked out he noticed your presence. He had met a couple of other people in the place, but they didn't seem to hold him in high regard as unlike his brother. While he was thankful he wasn't being wheeled around in the chair to meet every scientist or military person who worked at Hell's Gate.

As he looked in your direction he noticed that you had a couple of things on your desk, unlike other adults, you looked younger, quite a bit. But another feature that set you apart from them was that you had at least three different screens on your desk, almost as if it was a control room just for you. Each one reflected different images or text. On the farthest one, he could tell you had the map of Pandora in full in company with a couple of pieces of information that he assumed as basic as he could as additional information.

“Ah, there you are. Grace informed me you were coming, Jarhead” you addressed him, without even looking at his direction. “What? Too many confusing terms for you?” you laughed a little, turning around in your chair and finally facing him.

“Jarhead? They only called me like that in the military” he laughed a little, stretching out his hand towards you. You nodded, shaking his hand for less than a second, only to go back to checking a couple of things on the screens.

“I call all the idiots like you around here that. I should call them by other names, but well” you muttered the last under your breath and he couldn't help but nod uncomprehendingly, but still, the confused smile on his face didn't leave him.

“Are you talking about the military?”

“I have worse nicknames for scientists” you assured with a forced smile, getting up from your chair and closing a couple of open tabs that were on just one of your computer screens. Soon, you guided your non-dominant arm to the vicinity of your lips.

“May 19, 2154 with lunar time of 10:17 AM, I report the presence of Jake Sully at my desk and the data I am to show him in the company of Norm Spellman before both of them officially become part of the Avatar project. Don't forget to corroborate data in…” you stopped talking and thought for a bit. “Ten hours and forty-three minutes in the company of Colonel Miles Quaritch and Head Administrator Parker Selfridge.” A small beam-which Jake could soon tell was a scanner-scanned first you and then him. He was a little surprised and smiled, cocking his head to one side.

“Do they give those to everyone?” As you walked, he followed as best he could with his chair. He seemed genuinely interested in the machine. You laugh a little and then spoke.

“No.”

You had just finished eating one of the rations that, you felt, you had just stashed away a few hours ago and you looked around, tired and with a headache that was slowly dissipating.

Honestly, you felt a little -a lot- of worry growing in your chest. From the state of the place, it had been at least more than ten years. You prayed somehow that everyone was alive, they should be. Besides that, nothing in those ruins could confirm anything about the date, the computers weren't completely broken, but they did have a couple of plants starting to grow around them. Which seemed strange to you, since there was no way for them to get in without having to wear an exo-pack. Though you were very lucky that by strange things -or by Eywa's will, according to the local natives' words- that animal had allowed you to leave.

Your watch was totally off, but at least in its place, right where you left it before Grace put you to sleep. Wow, with the time that had passed surely she had already found out about the little white lies you had delivered to the military base. Bah! for the time that had passed even your own planet must have been sure of that.

“But I guess you're happy…” you smiled teasingly, looking out the large window to where nature was peeking through. It stretched outside the glass, you also saw some small insects flying around.

After a long time of admiring your surroundings, you sighed. Which option should you take? Because the most emotional one would be to go back to Hell's Gate, but unsure about the time you've missed, you doubted if it was a reliable source right now. And even if it wasn't, it's been a good while where your information wasn't covered up by yourself, so anyone must know about you and your true identity.

“Agh… how stupid of me…” you complained, throwing your head back. “I still don't want to work besides…” you thought, turning to look at a tablet that didn't have any creepers on it. The only reason for taking a cryosleep was laziness to work during the time that Jake Sully had now decided to help the Na'vis, as you were still pretending to be part of the military's team for those times.

“I wish I'd had that idiot's problems… wanting to walk, ending up falling in love with an alien and betraying the race” you complained again, wearily, lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling. “I did the last one, though.”

Everything was still spinning around in your head. Yesterday you had hugged Grace for the last time, said goodbye to Trudy, punched Norm in the ribs, and misplaced Jake's chair. Today, you were in complete solitude in that place.

Without a destination. Not knowing what the fuck to do. Ever since you'd arrived on that moon you'd been determined to always be one step ahead of anyone, even your friends, but there was no way you could do that now, not with who knows how much time wasted. Soon, your spotlight came on and much to your dismay, you sat up, running a hand over your face.

“Nothing is impossible for me” you repeated the mantra you used to give your coworkers when you were in front of the computers, walking over to the machines. Yes, most were broken, some not so much, but they were still unusable. You pulled out the tablet of it's place, feeling your eyes light up when it turned on. Soon your face looked annoyed again, as it had no date or time.

“Is there any fucking way to know what date I'm on?” you gave the wall behind you a little kick, checking the data that was available. You seriously wondered if waking up bewildered was something all those idiots expected. Sure, the girl who thought she was the big deal for outwitting the military by waking up not knowing where, or how, or when she was.

“You'll see, Grace… I'm going to cut all your fucking braids out of your avatar when I find you” you growled, checking a couple of things. While it wasn't something as advanced as your computer or your watch, it was something you could work with for now, especially if you wanted to get out of there.

Before long, you managed to get few of the technologies in the place up and running. You had to take a bit of a breath for that, as it meant that if Hell's Gate had been taken over by the military, they could track you.

“Okay, and now the only thing I could put in any of this junk” a simple double-location. It gave exactly the same spot on the other side of the planet. A little trick you had managed to install before you went to sleep, just in case. Yes, you couldn't get ahead by a few years, but you could give yourself a boost from the past with basic things.

“Now, if I have everything correct… and if Max is still alive…” you ran your fingers over the touchpad, hoping to see at least just a single red dot on the whole big vast map.

“What's this for?” asked Max, looking at the watch you had just left on his desk.

“To combine, obviously” you smiled, as you walked out of the labs.

Yes, it hadn't been just for that. Being the most loyal, you knew perfectly well that just by knowing Max's location, you'd have a little bit of information. And what kind of person wouldn't you be if you hadn't put a tiny little tracker on him?

You smiled at the idea and soon, a couple of hours away, as reflected by the tablet, there was a blinking dot. In a recognized location.

"Yes!"

You couldn't help but take a deep breath after the happy second, hoping that the military hadn't stolen that stupid watch.

“How angry I'd be if that asshole gave it away.”

...

“Hey… guys” the female voice of one of the few humans left on Pandora caused both the Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya, Jake Sully and his friend, Norm Spellman to turn from the maps they were reviewing to where that woman was directing them. They followed her finger to the screen.

“What's going on?” questioned Jake, adjusting his eyes to check what she was pointing at. There were two new blinking dots on the map.

"It just activated. There's another one at the same point on the other side of the moon. Do you think they're military?” observed Norm, scratching his chin a little anxiously. That would be a big problem.

"No, no. This point is next to the cloud forests, remember? If there were military they'd be dead by now or we'd have gotten the word from the nearby clans. On the other side, it's the barren areas, but there's nothing there” Jake pointed first to the first spot that activated and then moved the map, pursing his lips. The first little light was around the intimidating forest and the oldest trees in all of Pandora bred, the other was in a dead space.

"M-maybe it's just a coincidence" the only woman there smiled, trying to avoid a tense atmosphere.

But nothing in Pandora is a coincidence. And Jake knew it.

"I'll send some warriors over there. There must be something in that place”.

previous｜ next

a/n ;; i struggled a lot to get this chapter out, but i'm glad I did!! i have a couple ideas ready before (reader) meets the characters and all that because i'd like to explore pandora a bit more -actually just my hc- and as always, sorry for any mistakes, english isn't my first language ! would you prefer that the mc has a nickname instead of using (reader) or you prefer just that? i'll read you, love y'all <3

[haastera]

Murder Drones has to be written as a multi-season series. There's only one episode left and I'm still confused about so many different things.

-How exactly did CYN make the Murder Drones (a better explanation than saying she used the solver)?

-When exactly did CYN make the Murder Drones?

-Where exactly did CYN make the Murder Drones?

-What happened in-between the Gala massacre and Earth being destroyed?

-How exactly did CYN invade and corrupt other human exo-planets?

-What's up with the other, uniquely designed Murder Drones?

-What does CYN even want beyond being hungry?

-What is the A.S really? An A.I or an ancient Outer god type entity?

-When's the French drone showing up?

-What's with the other two ships that arrived with Flesha?

-What's the proper timeline of events?

-How exactly was the Absolute Solver activated in UZI and Doll?

-How does the Absolute Solver work?

-Why did JCJ arrive at the Elliot mansion to investigate?

-What was the Gala for?

-Why is Flesha posing as a JCJ technician and does she have a direct connection to the company?

-Where did Flesha and Murder Drone J come from?

-Why does Flesha still have the mansion key on her keychain if it was destroyed years ago?

-What is humanity's current state?

-What happened to V?

-What happens to a Murder Drone's Eldritch form if CYN is no longer their admin?

-Who is Lizzy's secret friend?

-What happened to Thad in Ep4?

-How did Nori survive and make it to Cabin Fever Labs?

-Why didn't Yeva also survive if Nori could?

-What's with JCJ's motto?

-How accurate was Ep5 to what really happened at the mansion?

-What's with the disappearing oven cores in Ep6?

-Is Tessa truly dead?

-Is the text about the Cabin Fever Cathedral already being there a joke or serious?

-Does J know about Tessa really being Flesha?

-Did N, V and J always have their personalities as Murder Drones or just their Copper 9 versions?

-If they always had them why bother with the corporate cover story?

-What's with Tessa's Ep3 pink suitcase?

-Why was nanite acid introduced as a powerful weapon only to never be used?

-What happened to the original N, V and J? Where did they go after the mansion incident?

-Did J fight Nori in the past?

-Why does Khan say he had a kill all humans phase when he was younger?

-What's with Outpost 009?

-When and where did N kill Nori?

-What's the purpose of the corpse spires?

-What was CYN's original personality?

-How much of worker drone CYN is left in current CYN?

-What Solver entity was at Camp 98.7 in Ep4?

-What's up with Flesha's star patch?

And a bunch more.

[dawnofus]

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[scarletwinterxx]

the first snow - lee haechan scenario

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“Who pissed in Haechan’s cup?” Jungwoo jokingly asks as he enters the room, at the mention of his name, you notice Haechan is nowhere in sight. He was sitting at the far end of the sofa when you came but now he’s gone. 

“Huh? He was just here” you answered, pulling your phone out of your pocket to shoot him a quick text

Y/N: where’d you go?

Hyuckie🐻: out

The cold reply went over your head so you just turn off your phone before continuing your conversation with Mark. 

You had some free time so you visited them in the practice room, even brought some snacks for the boys since you thought they needed it. (Also Haechan might have mentioned he wanted this snack so you brough it especially for him).

You worry most about Mark and Haechan, you can’t even begin to imagine how tired they are. They say they’re fine but you can’t help but worry. One time Haechan insisted on going over at your place after a schedule just because he wanted to see you, his words, but 5 minutes into the movie he was passed out quietly snoring beside you. You let him have some little rest, turning the movie off saving it for another time. 

“Why is Haechan sitting in the hallway?” Taeyong asks as he enters the practice room with Johnny and Doyoung in tow

“He’s sitting in the hallway?” Jungwoo asks, “Yea, sulking to be exact. What did you do this time?” Doyoung asks Mark, making the younger one hold his hands up in defense

“I wasn’t even doing anything, I’m just sitting here” Mark defends himself

“We were just talking” you add

Suddenly a smirk forms on Doyoung’s face, like he knows something you don’t. 

“Ah so you were talking to Mark?”

“Yea I mean we were all talking, then Jungwoo oppa came in then he was gone I didn’t even notice him going out” you explain, this time it was Johnny who lets out a snicker

“I know what you’re going to say, don’t” Mark tells him “I wasn’t going to” Johnny mumbles

“Okay you guys are acting weird, what’s going on?” you ask the guys

“We’re about to start, why don’t you go get the sulky baby outside? He’ll probably listen to you” Taeyong says, shooting you a brotherly smile as if asking you for this favor. 

So you made your way outside to look for Haechan, you found him sitting in the hallway on the floor doing something on his phone. 

Haechan could hear footsteps coming towards him, assuming it’s one of his hyungs or manager coming to get him. 

“Don’t worry I’ll go in, is she still in there?”

“By she you mean me?” you ask back, making Haechan quickly look up to you

“Oh, you’re done talking to Mark hyung?”

“Where’s this conversation going?”

“I was just asking, since you were too busy with him” he mumbles, going back to his phone. Rolling your eyes at his childish action before walking over to him, taking his phone from his grasp. Hiding it behind you.

“Give it”

“Not until you tell me why you’re out here sulking”

“I’m not sulking” he says rather quickly, reaching out for his phone but you hold it farther from him

“Tell me first then I’ll give you your phone back”

You didn’t expect his next actions, he walked towards you effectively trapping you between the wall and him, “Phone” he mumbles

This would be an effective way of intimidating other people but not you, you knew exactly how to push his buttons and just how far to take it with him. 

“Then speak, this isn’t an effective way of communicating Donghyuck. If something’s bothering you, say it don’t go walking out the room to sulk outside like a baby. Call me when you’re done being a manchild” you taunted him, pulling his hand out to give him back his phone. 

You’re the only one who can walk away easily after talking to him like that, usually that would start a very lengthy argument with his members. A privilege only you posses. 

Finally it’s the end of Haechan’s very long and busy day, even after spending almost the whole day at the studio it still feels like he has tons of things left to do. But none of that is occupying the top of his priority list, right now his only goal is to go to you and make amends for being ,in your words, a man child.

He’s not the one to wave the white flag first or ever for that matter but for you he’d do it in a heartbeat. You’d have him surrendering without even knowing it.

You were just about to call it a night when you hear someone ring and knock on your door repeatedly. Only one person would be this annoying when doing it.

And there outside your door stands a Lee Donghyuck, with a tired look on his face and a bag of peace offering you’re assuming.

“I have neighbors you know” you stare at him a blank look, the kind of look that makes Haechan both quiver in a bit of fear and question his life choices leading him to pissing you off

"Sorry for acting like a ehem manchild earlier today” he mumbles, looking down at his feet like a lost puppy.

Your annoyance have long dissipated, if anything you just like humbling him. You like keeping him on his toes.

“You don’t sound sorry at all” you mumbled. He snickers at your reply because even though you seem to not accept his apology, you still open the door for him and let him in. He takes note of your attire, a simple oversized shirt and sweatpants. Probably about to call it a night.

“Partly your fault, everyone was hogging your attention” he mumbles, throwing himself on your couch while you follow close behind. Pushing his legs of the couch to make room for yourself but he he threw them back over your lap once you sat down.

“Compared to all the times you hogged my attention to yourself?”

“I thought I was your favorite?”

“I thought you’re done being a big baby?”

He looks at you, you look at him. Neither of you saying a word. You're the one who broke the silence first,

"If I ask you something, you'll tell me the truth right?"

"As if I would ever dare to lie to you" he answers swiftly, for a moment he sees you looking behind him. You then stood up to walk towards the balcony, opening the door letting some of the cold almost winter air in.

"What are you doing? It's freezing outside"

"It's snowing, dummy. Come here" you tell him without turning back to look, your attention focused on the snowflakes falling on the ground. Like something so magical, you're too entranced to notice Haechan take a stand beside you.

"Looks like it, first snow of the year"

"You know what they say about the first snow?" you ask him, turning to the side to look at him

"What about it?" he asks, even though he kind of already knows. A strong voice in his head hoping you're thinking the same.

"They say whoever you watch the first snow fall with, you're meant to fall in love"

He doesn't say anything, waiting for you to continue your words but deep inside all Haechan wanted to do was scream out in excitement in delight.

"I don't believe that" you mumble, his world just crashed. He thinks.

"How can that happen when I already am?"

Hold up.

Did you just...

Did you just confess to him? Haechan had to take a few moments to understand what just happened

"Have you ever seen me pay as much attention to anyone else as much as I do to you?" you ask him, your voice quiet. He shakes his head.

"Then you should've taken that aa a big sign that I like you, only you. I thought I was being as obvious as you, but apparently not. With the way you sulked like a baby, I think I wasn't being obvious enough"

"Wait. You like me?"

You nod your head, a simple answer to a question he's been having a hard time understanding for the longest time.

"Me? You like me?"

"How many times are you going to ask that before it get's in your head that I do. That this right here is happening for real" you can't help but chuckle at how adorable he was being.

Haechan can't hold it back any longer, maybe it's because he's so used to taking care of you and also because you looked so cute. He takes your face between his hands, taking note of your reddening cheeks and nose probably because of the cold outdoor winds.

"Your nose is red, you look like a reindeer right now" he teases you, his voice playfully sweet you're not sure you're blushing or indeed cold.

"Way to ruin the moment" playfully punching him on the arm.

A sudden wave of confidence rushes in, Haechan bravely closes the distance between the two of you. Capturing your lips in his, he can feel the coldness on your lips and also the smile. He's sure you're not the only one red right now.

When the two of you broke apart, he gives you a few more smooches all over your face. Saving your nose for last, then your lips again.

[immaturegzb]

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aaron hotchner

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[baekslight]

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[ohanny]

another friday, another cutie pie episode! so here are my thoughts while watching the second episode:

kuea is absolutely not me because i would never check my email first thing in the morning, notifs be damned

also even if i did get good news, i would not have the energy to throw a full "blackpink in your area" on top of my bed

kuea: oh yes, i am a bit... sore lian: ¬‿¬

ugh, why can't you just talk to this man who just happens to be a supportive, relatively mentally stable, functioning adult who dresses nice, cooks you food, pulls out your chair and YOU ACT LIKE THE RETURNING HIDE AND SEEK CHAMPION OF 2022

lian: if you need help, you can always tell me me: IF ONLY

nonetheless, i've had a boyfriend for a decade and i feel as single as the last crushed pringle at the bottom of the tube of doom when zee looks at nunew

kuea, a lying liar who lies: kon diao texted me lian: i love you me: KUEA DO YOU FEEL EVEN A LIL BAD???

i love the mission impossible theme tune

nong diao squared ready to cover up crimes

yi can smell bullshit a mile away but unfortunately for him, he's also a weak victorian bitch who gets flustered by a cheek touch from a twink he (alledgedly) fucked in his car just last week

JUST SHOW ME PERTH YOU COWARDS chapter 2

diao is a good friend with a good brain cell. we all need a diao.

kuea: i have a lot to think about. me: you also have a lo to TALK about goddammit

meanwhile poor lian is just trying to plan his barbie dream wedding, oh dear

yi is here to be the best man but also to watch the world burn.

kon diao loves lists. kon diao is me.

the world does not deserve diao. this show certainly doesnt. if he was running it, again, it would be 5 minutes long. well, maybe 15. he would keep all the spicy bits.

this beauty clinic is totally not the sponsor of this series.

the totally not sponsoring intensifies

"how do i look?" EXACTLY THE SAME AS YOU DID 30 SECONDS AGO YOU BABY SKINNED MOCHI OF PERFECTION

i will never not mishear this as "cosmic-exo entertainment" and i am not sorry

uh-oh, their barbie dream weddings are NOT the same

lsakjfkasljfafj a nuer x syn intermission! and nuer has a less questionable shirt on!

you two (ಥ﹏ಥ)

but props to syn never hiding his intentions and props to nuer respecting his choices even if they make him a sad boy. SOME PEOPLE could never

hia yi is eternal suffering personified even at a cake tasting and quickly becoming my favourite.

foei: oh is it too crowded? do we need more room? the gays: *offended*

salaldkjf i am catching vibes. pls tell me they will grey's anatomy this and diao and yi will end up getting married in the barbie dream wedding horror show while kuea and lian elope in korea

"you can make the final decision" says lian, not having any idea they like the polar opposite things.

he is a smooth bastard though. "ah yes, my favourite wedding singer will be too busy being my husband"

"oh no, how will our suits match if we cannot see them?" you dumbo, you have kon diao, the wedding planner extraordinaire. he has a list for that.

diao has been calling out bullshit since birth at this point.

yi: ah yes, they are so compatible. diao: dude, they can't agree on anything. yi: which is not my problem.

yi really be like "pfffft, let them talk it out between them" as if we have time to be here for the next ten years. he really couldn't give less fucks, lol

DIAO LEGIT IS LIKE IZZIE PLANNING MERDER'S WEDDING

how can he answer cosmic-exo in that suit. go change.

oh, the straights are at it again

lian: thank you yi: oh, you already picked a suit? lian: yes yi: wow, i am so helpful. you are blessed to have me tolerate you.

i love how nunew's voice gets so much deeper when he switches to english

IF ONLY YOU WERE THAT EXCITED ABOUT YOUR OWN WEDDING

kuea: what should i do? me screaming at my tv: TALK TO YOUR MAN

diao is seriously like baby yoda and syn doesn't need to become a monk. he just needs to hang out with diao more for some deep wisdom and then keep living in sin.

nuer is a sweet understanding angel and syn is a pouty baby and i could watch these two forever

"it's our wedding, not just mine." except you have NO IDEA you're not getting your wedding but an industrial scale keerati legacy production

yi: see? they're totally on the same page diao: ...

who is this random laxatives lady and why does she look like she's about to place a curse on kuea?

lian: you pick kuea: i am fine with everything narrator: he was not, in fact, fine with anything

diao turn of the tap for fucks sake, it is very obvious you are not paying your own bills in this economy

diao: my dog is so smart yi: your dog is literally an idiot

oh god here we have hia yi talk about marriage and kasdjflkafj they might kiss and i can't believe i am about to say this but at this point diao needs to worry about me cooking that cockblocking dog :D

WE HAVE A STAIRCASE WITH A HAND RAIL? IN A BL?!?!?!

lian: *trying* kuea: cosmic-exo is calling, byeee

look at his sad eyes, he KNOWS

"why am i talking to a doll?" BECAUSE IT IS MORE LIKELY TO HAVE AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION WITH YOU. you deserve better, boo.

lian: aren't you kirin already kuea: but i could be cosmic-exo kirin in korea. lian: okay. kuea: ... wait what?

OH FUCK SCREW THE WEDDING WAS THAT PERTH I JUST SAW?!?!?!?

[kaisooficdrunk]

kaisoo fic podcast

Please note that I have no affiliation to the idols KAI and D.O. of EXO. When I refer to Jongin and Kyungsoo here, it is them as characters in the respective fics of the episode. This podcast is in no way trying to defame them, but rather appreciating literature. 

We start by laying down the general idea for this show:

Appreciating the worlds kaisoo fic writers have created for us. I am a very expressive and extroverted person, so to appreciate my love for the fics, I revel in this whole experience of reading fics on AO3, writing on my tumblr blog about it and talking about it here.

At the top of my head, authors like at1stsoo, jongnugget, jjokkomi, rainepaige08, adtoyks, haqiyin, maokun and melings and so many more i could go on and i wish i could list them all, but for the sake time i won't, but we’ll get there hopefully. 

2. I never knew how to express all these pent up emotions I had while reading fics until I had a community to talk to about kaisoo fics with on the bird app. Then I tend to spiral it into my social life, talking about it to my own friends who are also into the kpop community. So with that disruption of me always talking about it to my friends, I am opening up this podcast. Mainly for myself, to release all these pent up emotions and sentiments of kaisoo fanfiction, and treat it like a cathartic experience. 

I need to express my emotions because I have so much respect for fanfic writers. When writing, you put yourself out vulnerably. Fic writers write for free, have active social and work lives on the daily, yet as an outlet, take their irreplaceable time to write for us. As compared to authors who have books with publishers, fics writers do not have the luxury of promoting their work. What I mean by promotion is by having book launches and seeing their works in bookstores. Instead, fanfic promotion has fic writers relying on word of mouth in the twitter world, the masterlists by kaisooficrec and the search bar on ao3. 

Appreciating authors in this manner is the very least I can do, hence the creation of this space. 

What you can expect from my series:

I will share my thoughts whenever I feel deeply moved by particular scenes in the narrative. This space is for me to appreciate the details and connect the dots together. These authors are so passionate in their craft, so generous with their time and share so much of the same love. 

There will be spoilers, but hopefully not too much, so listeners can either treat these upcoming episodes like a post reading listen or as a taster to reading the fic. And additionally, like my tumblr blog, I would also add excerpts from the fic. 

Do not expect fantasy and sci-fi aus, because i dont read them, hence i dont qualify to call myself a fanfic connoisseur, but I am definitely a kaisoo fic appreciator.

With that said, please note I am not a critic, and I do not intend to rate fics. I believe that the fics that we read in different moments of our lives is a very personal experience. We have some connection to it. Even if it's a slow burn 80k word fic or a pwp oneshot, doesn't matter, because for those moments, they were our companions. 

Likewise, the fics I go through in this series are personal to me. Anywhere anytime anything happens, and it reminds me of a fic… I will find myself daydreaming with a stupid smile on my face… which unfortunately catches the attention of some muggles and hence adding to the many reasons why I have this podcast. All these pent up energy, loving a fic, being obsessed with fics, i need to let it out cathartically.

So that’s just me, as a reader being obsessed. If i am obsessed, i wonder how writers feel. Carrying their characters with them, seeing the plot unfold in their minds, and beautifully articulating it into text.

Listeners of this kaisoo fic podcast, will be able to have a snippet of how an author feels. The last section of an episode, i ask our lovely authors some questions prior to the session. Questions of the fic, based on the fic and just slight personal questions on their journey as a writer. 

So do give lots of love to our writers, drop kudos in the fics you read. And that about sums it all up for this primer episode.

[chrysanthemumnight]

hiiii i'm dusk! 21 years old. she/her. bi/ace. you can also call me whatever you want :3 unless it's something mean :(

likes: reading. ducks. calico critters. daydreaming. rambling. drawing. silly things. random texts. tea. snickers. sprite (yums).

dislikes: spiders. strawberries (they're cute but i can't stand the taste). popcorn.

favorite books: iron widow. heaven official's blessing/tgcf. svsss. crave series. the folk of the air series.

favorite shows: jujutsu kaisen. heaven official's blessing/tgcf. my happy marriage. hidden love. great british bake off (haha). my little pony (sorry childhood addiction). south park. demon slayer. saiki k.

favorite games: stardew valley. breath of the wild. pokemon arceus. animal crossing. pioneers of olive town.

favorite artists: bts. exo. bad omens. hozier. pierce the veil. sleep token. bring me the horizon. deftones. wayv. laufey. faye webster. yugyeom. keshi.

[delia-vare]

The following was posted to /r/aliens on July 5, 2023. It contains claims and details of studies done on "Exo-Biospheric-Organisms (EBO)". The user was never verified and the account has since been deleted. Copied text below. Link to reddit post.

From the late 2000s to the mid-2010s, I worked as a molecular biologist for a national security contractor in a program to study Exo-Biospheric-Organisms (EBO). The aim of the program was to elucidate the genome and proteome basis of these organisms. Although the study of OBCs has been going on for decades in other programs, the new high-throughput DNA sequencing technologies of the late 90s unblocked stagnant research in this area. Since then, several breakthroughs have led to significant advances in our understanding of the genome and proteome of these beings. What we've learned so far has enabled us to outline some disconcerting perspectives about our place in this universe. Briefly, we've discovered that the EBO genome is a chimera of genomes from our biosphere and from an unknown one. They are artificial, ephemeral and disposable organisms created for a purpose that still partially eludes us. I'll be substantiating my statements after a brief introduction.

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It seems like all my comments are being deleted. I will post answer at the end of the message.

The reason for disclosing these secrets is quite simple. I believe that every human being has the right to know the truth, and that to progress, humanity needs to divest itself of certain institutions and organizations that will probably not survive these revelations in the long term. I'm aware that I'll have very little impact in this regard, but I still believe that small leaks are necessary to break the dam of misinformation on this subject. When the governments will eventually reveal these secrets, there will undoubtedly be a societal upheaval, but in my opinion, the longer we wait, the worse it will be. I choose to divulge what I know anonymously out of selfishness for the well-being of myself and my family. I'm aware that this diminishes the reach and credibility of my message, but it's the furthest I am willing to go. I chose this forum because it offers a good compromise between anonymity and popularity. In order to protect my anonymity, I will be purposely vague or even contradictory about any information that could identify me (date, education, role etc.). I'll even introduce red herrings in this respect. I want to make it clear that any information related to the subject of the research will not be treated in this way.

Before going any further, please excuse me if you find it difficult to understand what I'm explaining. Some parts of my text are very technical. It's difficult to find the right balance between vulgarization and scientific explanation. I'll continue by talking about myself. What's the point of talking about me knowing that the information will necessarily be misleading? I simply want to introduce a perspective on the type of people who work there, normal scientists. I have a Ph.D. in molecular biology. I didn't actively seek to be part of this program, rather it was a stroke of luck that introduced me to one of the senior scientists. I met this person at a conference where I was presenting a poster on my Ph.D. research. When I think back, I don't believe he was impressed by what I was presenting, because it was quite frankly a project that wasn't going anywhere. I think it was rather the most important aspect of a professional life: the attitude and the ease with which you make connections. Shortly afterwards, I graduated and received a call from this person offering me a position. At the time, everything pointed to me working in a regular laboratory.

I did a series of three increasingly suspicious interviews, each in a different location, where my scientific background and knowledge became less and less relevant. The first was with two of the senior scientists, the second and third with people I've never seen again and who were obviously not interested in science. Sometime after the interview, I was asked to go to a fourth location where what seemed like a corporate lawyer presented me with an NDA. He made sure not only to explain every detail, but also that I understood the consequence of not respecting it.

The first Employment weeks were by far the most memorable, although I spent most of that time in a depressing archive room. It consists almost exclusively of reading about the subject of study and to get us up to speed. There's no secret Wikipedia or even a reference book to guide us. There are only dry reports, memos, presentations, procedures and SOPs. These documents are almost exclusively about the biology of EBOs, but there are also a few that deal with other subjects such as their food, religion or culture. There were no documents on their technology.

As mentioned above, the aim of the project is to gain a better understanding of the EBO genome and proteome. To achieve this, a team of around twenty scientists, four senior scientists and a director was involved. The scientists, like myself, had as their main responsibility to carry out the technical work. As each scientist had to my knowledge a Ph.D., we were all somewhat overqualified for what is ultimately a technician's job. The senior scientists, who make full use of their diplomas, had the task of designing the assays and had a supervisory responsibility. They were also in charge of training new employees, and sometimes even came in to do technical work. The director, of course, was the person in charge who dictated priorities to the senior scientists. He was rarely on site, and the few times he was, it was to attend meetings. Other than the scientific staff, there were security guards working for one subcontractor or another. There were no support staff such as janitors or maintenance workers. Scientists were responsible for this kind of work. In addition, logistical constraints ensure that every scientist is capable of carrying out any technical activity.

The laboratory itself is located in Fort Detrick, Maryland, in a building used for legitimate biomedical research. The clandestine operations are carried out in a restricted part of the basement, out of sight from regular workers. Contrary to what one might imagine, the biosafety level is not maximal for this type of research. Indeed, the lab containing EBO samples or derived cell cultures is BSL3, while the lab where assays are conducted are only BSL2. The BSL3 area of the facility includes a freezer room and a cell culture lab and is only accessible through an antechamber from the BSL2 section. EBO carcasses are preserved in horizontal freezers at a temperature of -80°C nominal. To maximize the preservation of these carcasses, they are preserved in vacuum bags and the air in the room is controlled to minimize humidity. There are only four bodies and none of them are complete. It's obvious that these creatures have died as a result of major trauma. I've never witnessed a motorcycle accident fatality, but it probably looks similar to this. It is acknowledged that there are more EBOs caracasses at other locations. The cell culture laboratory, as its name suggests, is where cell lines derived from EBOs are grown and related activities are performed. I'll talk in more detail about these specific cell lines later on. The BSL2 part is mainly used for assays, immunohistochemistry, genetic engineering, immunocytochemistry, storage etc. There's also a cell culture lab, but this is used for more traditional cell lines. Other than the labs, there are all the amenities you could find in an office. Note that the internet access is limited to senior staff and up. There is, however, an intranet for bioinformatics needs.

On the subject of the biology of these beings, I'll start by discussing genetics, then their gross anatomy and finally their biological systems. For the sake of clarity, the information that I provide here is an aggregation of what I have observed and what I have read. I will make many comparisons with human anatomy because it is the most logical reference.

Genetics:

First, I'd like to discuss their genetics. Their genetics are like ours, based on DNA. This fact was very puzzling for me when I first learned about it. We imagine that beings from an alternate biosphere would have genetics based on a completely foreign biochemical system and surprisingly, this is not the case. Several conclusions can be drawn from this surprising revelation. The one that immediately comes to mind is that our biosphere and theirs share a common ancestry. They're eukaryotes, which means their cells have nuclei containing genetic material. Which suggests that their biosphere would have been separated from ours sometime after the appearance of this type of organism. The term Exo-Biospheric-Organism is actually a misnomer, but as it's a historical term, it's still used. Their genetics are not only based on the same genetic system, but they’re also even compatible with our own cellular machinery. This means that you can take a human gene and insert it into an EBO cell, and that gene will be translated into protein, and this of course works in reverse with a human gene inserted into an EBO cell. There are important differences in post-translational modifications that will make the final protein non-functional, but I'll discuss these later. Their genome consists of 16 circular chromosomes.

You're probably familiar with the concept of intergenic region or "junk DNA". These are basically DNA sequences that don't code for proteins. These are evolutionary residues, transposons, inactivated genes and so on. To give you an idea, in humans, intergenic regions represent approximately 99% of our genome. I'm aware that these sequences aren't completely useless, they can be used as histone anchors, as buffers to protect coding DNA from radiation or even as alternative open reading frames, but that's rather peripheral.

What's particularly striking about the EBO genome is the uniformity of these intergenic regions. We see the same sequences repeated everywhere, and the distance in bp between the genes is virtually the same throughout their genome. The result is a minimalist, highly condensed genome. In fact, it's much smaller than ours. Moreover, the quantity of protein-coding genes is even significantly lower than ours, probably due to genetic refinement but also to biological processes that are absent in EBO. The uniformity of these sequences is a major indication of the artificiality of these beings. There is no complex organism on earth that has such elegance in its sequences. There is no evolutionary pressure that can lead to this kind of characteristic other than genetic engineering.

Speaking of genetic engineering, following sequencing of their genomes, we noticed a troubling and universal characteristic in the 5' of the regulatory sequence of each gene which we call the Tri-Palindromic Region. The TPR are 134bp sequences containing, as its name suggests, 3 palindromes. In genetics, a palindrome is a DNA sequence that when read in the same direction, gives the same sequence on both DNA strands. They serve both as a flag and as a binding site for proteins. The three palindromes in the TPR are distinct from one another and have been poetically named "5'P TPR", "M TPR" and "3' TPR". The TPR is composed (in 5' - 3' order) of 5'P TPR, 12bp spacer, Chromosomal address, 12bp spacer, M TPR, 12bp spacer, Gene address, 12pb spacer and 3' TPR. The chromosomal address is composed of 4 bp and is identical in each TPR of the same chromosome, but distinct between each of the 16 chromosomes of the genome. The Gene address is a 64bp sequence that is unique for each gene in the whole genome. It's therefore understandable that the TPR serves as a unique address not only for numerically identifying a gene, but also for identifying its chromosomal location. For those with only a basic knowledge of genetics, this is completely unheard of. No living thing in our biosphere has this kind of precise address in its genome. Once again, the presence of TPR cannot be explained by evolutionary pressure but only by genetic engineering on a genomic scale.

TPR opens the door to several possibilities. One of them suggests that EBO geneticists can insert or remove a gene from a cell in a way that is far more targeted and efficient than our technology allows. No proteins have been identified in the EBO genome that interacts with TPR. Rather, we believe that these proteins are exclusively targeted by external genetic engineering tools, probably used at the zygotic stage of embryonic development. The nature of these tools is unclear, but we definitely don't have anything like them. The probable absence of these proteins from the genome is a further indication of their artificiality. Given the high probability of artificiality of their genome and the apparent ease of modifying it with biomolecular tools, it's not out of the question that there could be polymorphism between individuals depending on their role and function. In other words, an individual could be genetically designed to have characteristics that give it an advantage in performing a given task, like soldier ants and worker ants in an anthill. Note that these previous statements are speculation. To my knowledge only one individual genome has been sequenced, I can't make a definitive statement on genetic variation between individuals.

I've talked a lot about intergenic regions, now I'll briefly discuss intragenic sequences. Briefly, because there's not a lot less to say despite its obvious importance. Much like ours, their genes have silencers, enhancers, promoters, 5'UTRs, exons, introns, 3' UTRs etc. There are many genes analogous to ours, which is not surprising given the compatibility of our cellular machinery. What's disturbing is that some genes correspond directly, nucleotide by nucleotide, with known human genes or even some animal genes. For these genes, there doesn't seem to be any artificial refinement but rather a crude copying and pasting. Why they do it is nebulous and still subject to conjecture. There are also many genes which are not found in our biosphere whose role has not been identified. Finding the purpose of these novel genes is one of the aims of the program. I'd like to note before going any further that this heterogeneity of genes of known and unknown origin is an undeniable proof of the artificiality of EBOs.

To conclude with genetics, the mitochondrial genome, at the time I was working there, had not yet been sequenced. It's safe to assume that this genome would also be streamlined and possibly has some version of TPR.

Transcription and translation and protein expression.

I briefly introduced the differences in post-translational modifications between human and EBO. This is hardly a surprise, as we often see the same thing between different terrestrial species. Obtaining a viable protein from a DNA sequence is a complex process involving hundreds of protein intermediates, each with a precise and essential role. A minor variation in this assembly line can lead to functional irregularities in the final product. So, it's no surprise that there are setbacks along the way when the first EBO gene transfection attempts failed to produce the desired functional protein in human cell lines. Fortunately for us, the work of what I imagine to be another team at another site has led to the development of an EBO cell line named EPI-G11 derived from epithelial tissues. With this tool in our hands, we were able to transfect and overexpress proteins of interest in order to eventually purify and study them. For your information, we use a biological ballistics delivery system (AKA gene gun) for our transfection needs because other methods are not very effective with cells of this line. For example, the viral vectors tested cannot be internalized by EPI-G11 and lipofection is too lethal. EPI-G11, like most eukaryotic cell lines, enters a phase of exponential growth when exposed to Fetal Bovine Serum. It's only half surprising that a cell line from such an exotic source should be sensitive to the growth factors present in FBS. In my opinion, this can be explained by the addition of animal genes to the genome, such as growth receptors.

Gross anatomy:

They are morphologically very similar to the grey aliens that are part of modern folklore. Their height is about 150cm, they have two arms, two legs and a head. Still, there are some notable differences.

Skin: The grey skin that is often described in folklore is in fact a biosynthetic film which, likely, serves to protect the EBO from a hostile environment. It doesn't provide effective protection against temperature changes, but it does offer adequate protection against the passage of liquids. It's possible that this film confers other advantages but my knowledge on the subject is limited. Under the grey film, the epidermis is rather white, and the texture is very regular and without any hair. We do not see any defect other than the folds near the joints. It's described as greasy in one report, but that's not something I've observed. The same report states that a strong, lingering smell of burnt hair and ammonia is present when the film is removed. There are a lot of pores on the skin, crossing from the epidermis to a gland in the hypodermis. These glands and pores are the terminal part of the excretory-sudoriferous system, which could explain the previously mentioned smell.

Head: The head contains two large, oversized eyes, two nostrils without protuberance, a narrow mouth without lips and two ear canals without auricles. There is a mandible, but the musculature is vestigial. There are no teeth or tongue in the oral cavity. The nasal cavity where the nostrils meet is compact and does not rise cranially but extends axially. There appears to be no equivalent to the olfactory bulb in the nasal cavity. The mouth leads directly to the esophagus and the nasal cavity to the trachea. The trachea and esophagus do not communicate.

Eye: Like the skin, the eyes are covered with a semi-transparent biosynthetic film that offers the same environmental protection, while providing protection against certain wavelengths and light intensity. When the film is removed, a more traditional eye is revealed. It's about three times larger than a human eye and there are no eyelids. The size of their eyes suggests they have excellent night vision. It seems paradoxical to cover them with a semi-opaque film. Perhaps they only need to wear it in a bright environment. Their sclera is the same color as their skin, the iris is pale grey, and the pupil is black and oversized. The lens is rounder than a human, and the musculature used to adjust focus is more developed. On the retina, there are at least 6 types of cone cells. The responsiveness of each of these 6 types of cone is specific to a wavelength band, with a minimum of overlap between each other. The result is a broader visible spectrum.

Ear: As mentioned, the outer ear has no auricle and the ear canal is unremarkable. The inner ear has all the characteristics of a typical vestibular and cochlear system, although the curvature of the cochlea is more pronounced than a human. This probably results in greater hearing acuity for low frequencies.

Brain: The brain is tetraspheric, i.e. composed of four major sections. The sections are separated by transverse and longitudinal fissures and are connected to the central lobe, which acts as brainstem and cerebellum. The volume of the brain is around 20% superior to that of a man of the same height. It has a much more pronounced level of gyrication than an average human. Moreover, the ratio of glial cells to neurons is also slightly higher than in humans. It is important to mention the presence of nodules on the central lobe. Histological analysis of these structures reveals a kind of intricate biological circuitry. It is speculated that these nodules are essential to interact with their technology. Consequently, determining the proteome of these structures is an absolute priority for the program.

Neck: The neck is proportionally longer than that of a human, and at the same time relatively thin. As mentioned, the esophagus and trachea are separate. There are no vocal cords in this region.

Thorax: The musculature of the thorax is underdeveloped. Muscles equivalent to the pectoralis major can be seen. We can also see the trapezius and deltoid muscles. The sternocleidomastoids are well defined. The ribs and sternum are clearly visible. There are no nipples.

Abdomen: The abdomen is wider than the thorax and bulges slightly forward. There is no navel.

Pelvis: The pelvic bones are apparent. There are no genitals or anus.

Hands and feets: Their hands have four digits, including an opposable thumb on the medial side. They have no nails, and the texture of their fingerprints is composed of concentric circles. Fingers are proportionally much longer than in humans. Unlike humans, finger musculature is entirely intrinsic to the hand. In other words, the muscles used to move the fingers are not in the forearms but entirely located in the hands. At first glance, the feet consist of just two digits, but a necropsy soon determined that each toe was made of two fused digits. The medial toe is marginally longer than the distal toe. The feet are relatively longer and narrower than in a human. Their musculature, however, is vestigial.

The EBOs endoskeleton is very similar to ours, at least in terms of composition. There's collagen, hydroxyapatite but also copper oxide crystals where marrow would normally be found. The role of these crystals has not been established, but it is not a crystalopathic condition. The blood cells of the myeloid lineage (or the equivalent for these creatures) therefore mature in a different location than in humans i.e. in the thymus like organ. A transverse section of the bone reveals osteon and osteocytes. There appear to be few osteoblasts and no osteoclasts. This indicates that the bones are no longer growing and cannot absorb the minerals present or adapt mechanically to changes in posture.

Biological system:

Respiratory system: Their cellular respiration is equivalent to ours, i.e. they need to oxidize organic components to produce energy. Their lungs have no reciprocating action, but rather have a unidirectional flow of air, similar to those seen in birds, which is more efficient than ours. It is speculated that this is in response to the brain's elevated metabolic needs. Vocalization is produced by vibration of the wall membrane at the junction between the two air sacs.

The Circulatory system of EBOs is rather analogous to ours. The heart is located in the mediastanum, but in a more medial position, directly beneath the sternum. The heart has two ventricles and two atria. There is an aorta, a pulmonary vein, a pulmonary artery and a vena cava. Blood flowing to the pulmonary capillaries via the pulmonary artery is pumped against the flow of air, maximizing gas exchange efficiency. The blood gas barrier is relatively narrow in these capillaries, at least compared to a human. Then oxygen-rich blood is returned to the heart and then expelled into the aorta and the rest of the body. Before returning to the heart, the blood will pass through the hepatorenal organ which, among other things, filters and controls osmotic pressure of the blood.

The blood itself is also analogous to that of a human. However, the proportion of plasma is much higher, albumin is in similar proportion ,hormone levels are much lower, metal ion levels are much higher (particularly copper) and glucose levels are significantly higher. The color of the blood is brownish, given the higher proportion of plasma and concentration of metal ions. On the cellular side, there are erythrocytes which, in addition to hemoglobin for binding oxygen, display several complexes capable of binding copper ions. It's not clear what role these copper ions play but we believe it neutralizes blood ammonia, among other things. Several cell types with leukocyte characteristics have been observed, but no comprehensive knowledge of them exists. Platelets are present, but in smaller proportions than in humans.

Excreto-sudoriferous system: This system is completely different from what I've seen. As mentioned earlier, there is no large orifice, like an anus or urethra, to get rid of biological waste. Instead, there are countless small pores on the surface of the skin. There's a large medial organ called the hepatorenal organ, which acts as both kidney and liver and is central to maintaining homeostasis. This organ is highly vascularized and the blood must pass through it before returning to the heart. Its role is, among other things, to purify the blood of metabolic waste. Waste is excreted into the equivalent of a ureter, which branches out into four. Each branch flows towards one of the four limbs and in turn these branches divide until they end up as thousands of excretory pores. The motility of this excretory system is mediated by a weak peristalsis at the proximal level and on the four main branches. Peristalsis ceases around the first distal junction. As there is no urea cycle, the ammonia concentration at the exit of the hepatorenal organ is very high. This ammonia is carried to the pores and gives the distinct odor I mentioned earlier. The rationale behind this unusual excretory system is directly related to this excreted ammonia, which enables thermoregulation by evaporating on the skin's surface. The greater the physical effort, the greater the metabolism. This in turn leads to a rise in temperature, and a corresponding increase in metabolic waste via amino acid catabolism. This leads to an increase in filtration and ammonia excretion, which ultimately lowers body temperature.

Digestive system: The digestive system is extremely underdeveloped. There's no there is no stomach in the familiar sense. However, there is a pseudo-stomach located at the transition between the thoracic and abdominal cavities. This organ is not involved in digestion, but only serves as a reservoir. A sphincter controls the flow of food into the intestine. The intestine is limited to the equivalent of our small intestine, i.e. it only serves to absorb liquids and nutrients and acts as the main digestion site. It has villi and microvilli like ours. The intestine ends in the hepato-renal organ, where non-digested matter is transported to the ureter and excretory system. Residues are dissolved in the ammonia of metabolic waste for excretion. There's an organ near the pseudostomachal sphincter that secretes digestive enzymes directly into the intestine. This organ is inspirationally called the digestive organ. It secretes mainly proteolytic enzymes and glycoside hydrolases.

Given the absence of teeth, the narrowness and rigidity of the esophagus, the absence of a true stomach and the absence of defecation, it is strongly believed that EBOs can only consume food in liquid form. It is assumed that, given the high metabolic needs of their brains, this food would have a high carbohydrate concentration. In order to meet other metabolic needs, there must also be a high protein content in the food consumed. These two statements are supported by the type of enzyme secreted by the digestive organ. It is therefore speculated that the food consumed is a sort of broth rich in sugar and protein, which probably also has a high copper content. Given the strict limitations on the type of food that they can consume, it's unlikely that this type of creature could survive in our biosphere without technological support.

Endocrine system: Knowledge of the endocrine system is minimal. We know that cells are receptive to bovine growth hormones, so it's assumed that certain functions are regulated by such a system. Endocrine mechanisms are very complex, and it goes without saying that they are best studied on living subjects.

Immune system: The immune system is another unknown. There seems to be an innate immune system but there doesn't seem to be any adaptive immunity, at least not similar to what is known. There's a thymus-like organ near the heart that's proportionally larger than in humans. This organ seems to be where all blood cells mature. Some cells have leukocyte characteristics such as granularity. The immune cells that germinate here have a high copper concentration. The surface receptors of innate immune cells have not yet been characterized, so we might as well say that all the work remains to be done.

Nervous system: The nervous system is also relatively similar. The spinal cord begins at the base of the central lobe of the brain and propagates down the vertebral column. In the vertebrae there are ganglia made of afferent and efferent neurons. In short, other than the CNS, there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Musculoskeletal system: The musculoskeletal system is very ordinary, albeit underdeveloped. Most of the human skeletal muscles have an equivalent. Only the hands, feet and forearms are different. It should be noted that the proportion of type 1 and type 2 muscle fibers is different from that in a human. Indeed, type 1 outnumbers type 2 by about a factor of 10.

Artificial system: We speculate that artificial molecular machines may be present in the body, and that copper, if present, would be essential to their function or assembly. Importantly, no AMMs have been observed.

Follow up:

Question 1: Amazing story. Have you shared this with the Senate Select Commission on Intelligence or with AARO and do you have evidence to back this up?

Thank you, no I haven't and no I won't. It sounds like a honey trap to me. I will not place my life in the hands of politicians. I have no proof other than this message. I know it's not much but it's what I'm prepared to offer

Question 2: Well that was a read ... So they are bio engineered worker bees... Any elemental components that are unutributal to our biome ?

Yes, knowing that they're disposable, unable to live independently without technological support, and that they're ephemeral. The only suitable hypothesis is that they are alive only to accomplish their task. Can you clarify your question about elemental components?

Question 3: I havent read everything in detail but can you expend on the document on their religion?

EBOs believe that the soul is not an extension of the individual, but rather a fundamental characteristic of nature that expresses itself as a field, not unlike gravity. In the presence of life, this field acquires complexity, resulting in negative entropy if that makes sense. This gain in complexity is directly correlated with the concentration of living organisms in a given location. With time, and with the right conditions, life in turn becomes more complex until the appearance of sentient life. After reaching this threshold, the field begins to express itself through these sentient beings, forming what we call the soul. Through their life experiences, sentient beings will in turn influence the field in a sort of positive feedback loop. This in turn further accelerates the complexity of the field. Eventually, when the field reaches a "critical mass", there will be a sort of apotheosis. It's not clear what this means in practical terms, but this quest for apotheosis seems to be the EBOs main motivation.

The author of the document added his reflections and interpretations as an appendix. He specified that, for them, the soul field is not a belief but an obvious truth. He also argues that the soul loses its individuality after death, but that memory and experience persist as part of the field. This fact would influence the philosophy and culture of EBOs, resulting in a society that doesn't fear death but which places no importance or reverence on individuality. This "belief" compels them to seed life, shape it, nurture it, monitor it and influence it for the ultimate purpose of creating this apotheosis. Paradoxically, they have little or no respect for an individual's well-being.

Please be advised that I'm speaking from memory of something I read more than 10 years ago, so take the following with a grain of salt. Also, I'm not a philosopher or an artist, so please excuse my struggle to properly formulate the concepts and my dry terminology. Finally, note that this information comes from a document whose author was directly interacting with an EBO. It is not specified whether it was an ambassador, a crash survivor, a prisoner. The means of communication were not specified either.

Question 4: Wtf he dropped the location of the lab

Battelle National Biodefense Institute. It is on google map

[onepumpofsyrup]

THE LETTERS SHE WROTE PT. 14/?

EXO : KAI

SPLIT TIMELINE

A simple decision results in your death. Given a second chance, you are sent back 5 years to begin your life over. To ensure what happened doesn’t again, you eliminate Jongin from your life before you can fall in love with him as you had before. But it doesn’t always work out with the best intentions, and Jongin is determined to have you in his life.

[ksooandwoozi]

Delicate ✨ Social Media AU Series pt. 6 When Kyungsoo finally gets the chance of his dream, will he leave behind everything familiar in order to pursue it? So things are starting to get rocky,,, do you guys think Kyungsoo’s being a dick? I’ll have the next part up tonight and I’m also starting two more AUs!! A seventeen one and a nct one ^^ once these are finished I’ll work on a Got7 one and a bts one. But anyways this chapter was basically to show how awesome y/n’s friends are. I always love when stories have a strong friend character that sticks by the mc’s side no matter what so I always incorporate one or two or three 😂 in my stories ^^ hope you guys liked this part and thanks for reading 💓

[pesiko]

SEHUN FIC RECS NAVI

SERIES ONESHOTS DRABBLES TEXTS

TIMESTAMPS BULLETPOINTS

❥ EXO MASTERLIST

❥ MAIN MASTERLIST

[unhealthyforexo]

Bold (M)

In which Sehun is weak for your confident and impudent attitude towards others, but still feels the need to prove to you it doesn’t work on him...ever.

Pairing: Sehun x reader; Genre: Smut; Word Count: I have no clue; A/N: This is my first time posting an EXO blurb and... it’s smut. Go big or go home lol. English is not my first language and I only edited half of it, because I got carried away, so I apologize in advance for any mistake I might have made. I really hope you like it, because I love to write and I also have other things I want to post here, so let’s see how it goes! Please enjoy!!

Taking a cloth in your hands, you turn to slide it across the kitchen counter. Your moves start to get a little harsh, your annoyance coming to notice as you keep rambling about your co-workers to your boyfriend, who is next to you, carefully putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

“Oh but right before I left, she had the nerve to ask me for my contacts before I leave for vacation next week!” At some point in the middle of that statement you stop cleaning and turn to Sehun, your hand moving up sassily, swaying the cloth along with your words. “And I just… Excuse me?” You frown, emphasizing at the slight thought of it. 

Sehun stops what he is doing and turns to you. The side of his hip brush against the kitchen counter until it is pressed against it completely as he leans in. He crosses his legs and stares at you attentively as you speak. For a brief second, he thought you might have been talking about him when you emphasized your words, but once his attention is fully on you, he notices you’re completely lost in your thoughts but, the way you start to express them so assertively then, it is what gets him to focus entirely on you. He takes one of his hands to place it over the kitchen counter to help support his body weight against it and then takes his other free hand to rub his chin gently, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It took me the longest time to get my contacts and to even get their confidence afterwards and… and this ass sucker comes out of no where thinking.. no, she doesn’t even do that…” You roll your eyes and nod your head in denial. Sehun clears his throat quietly watching you put down the cloth on the kitchen counter and then turning back to him, proceeding with your reasoning. “… she considered, she even considered!” You clench your jaw at the thought of it and he shifts in his place, growing as impatient as you, just in a different way; a way he didn’t think would make him that uncomfortable but, for his own surprise, he was enjoying your story a little bit too much. “But for what though? What is she trying to prove? That she can do a job she should have done before when she was asked to, now that she realized she lost the promotion to me…?” You ask hypothetically.

You raise a brow at him, your eyes blinking slower as you stare at him blankly. The way you tilt your chin up confidently, like your job’s big promotion, that you worked so hard to get, is tattooed right across your forehead sends him an electrified feeling up his spine and he is forced to react.

“What did you say to her?” He asks quietly. His hand stops moving on his chin and across his neck and goes up to his lower lip, pinching on it nervously. He really wanted you to go on, not only because he wanted to push you, but he was actually listening to you too.

“To her?” You ask sarcastically. He nods, gulping silently. “Nothing. I went straight to my boss and told him everything.” You shrug.

“Oh…” He starts, blinking rapidly in confusion. “You were serious about it.” He says as if he is taking a mental note himself. 

You sigh in response and he adjusts himself against the counter. You stand up straight and look around uneasily, trying to find the words to explain it to him.

“Hun, you know I don’t do my job just for the money, I love what I do an-“

“Wait, baby, did you qui-“

“No, no, no!” You turn to him, nodding your head repeatedly. You notice his body, somehow, relax, as he stares at you. “It’s just that everything the others do wrong comes back at me and I didn’t fight for my position to take other people’s shit.” You frown, your shoulders rising at disbelief of your own self and what you had been going through at work in these past few months. “He knows that.” You nod, letting your attitude show again. Sehun is no longer leaning against the counter, instead, he is taking one step closer to you, his hands falling on each of his sides as he wets his lips. “What he didn’t know is that I am not going to be that quiet anymore.” Sehun’s mind starts racing, your words taking a different meaning in his own little dictionary. “I am done holding back and keeping it all to myself and still getting bit back by it, especially when I have nothing to do with other people’s ignorance and lack of common sense. It’s a small office for them to think this would even last long, but I don’t fucking care about what they think anymore. Mr Kye knows I’m right.” You state, adjusting your shoulders back as if the realization of what you had done earlier that day was finally coming down on you in that moment.

Sehun nods at each of your words and, within milliseconds, he is hovering you, one of his hands is trying to reach for you as his fingers snake around your waist to grab you. Your eyes widen at his sudden, yet unusual, response to your conversation and you consequently part your lips as you stare down at his covered torso now brushing against the fabric of your t-shirt.

“What is this… what are you doing?” Your cheeks flush at the feeling of his fingers pressing harder on your waist, causing your body to instantly move as they guide you closer to him.

“Hmm?” He hums quietly. You look up at him, forcing a frown on your face.

Sehun is smirking at you. You take one hand and place it over his chest, his heart race increasing at your touch while you try to push him back. He watches your clueless expression and how you try to harden your frown at him and lets out a chuckle. You start taking steps back but he follows right after you, his body almost glued to yours at that moment.

“Why are you coming so close?” Your voice comes out more like a breath and Sehun liked it too much. He wets his lips again when you lower your gaze to your hand, which is still against his chest. You can feel him breathing against your forehead as he speaks.

“I just love when you go from a big baby to fucking untouchable.” His words are harsh against your hair as he comes closer. You’re quick to respond.

“Hun, were you even listening to me?” You speak a bit firmer this time, your hand stronger against his chest as you try to push him away but he is quicker and, in a blink of an eye, he has you pinned against the kitchen counter. The sudden cold touch from the tiles against your lower back through your thin t-shirt makes you arch your back, causing your chest to bump into his. He takes it as an attempt for you to escape and holds your waist steadily with both his hands on each of your sides.

Sehun starts to lean down and you widen your eyes, feeling his breath now tickling your neck, pressing his forehead against your cheek as he speaks.

“Hmm-mm… yes baby.” You slide your hand up across his covered chest until your fingertips feel the warmth of his skin once you reach for the collar of his sweatshirt to grab it. “Every single word.” He completes his statement, answering you.

You close your eyes and harden your grip on the collar of his sweatshirt. You take your other hand up and place it against his belly, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. When one of his hands sneaks under your t-shirt and he starts moving it up your back slowly, your body responds rapidly, like always, and you feel a thrill go up your spine leading you to try and move away from his touch, only to press your chest harder against his. He takes advantage of the situation and holds you in place, letting his lips press against your neck, pecking its skin gently. You open your eyes once you feel his hot breath against your skin and try, once more, to push him away, now with both hands, but it’s no use. He notices your moves weakening at his touch and he continues, enjoying way to much how your words have started to not mach your body reaction to him.

“But then I realized I’m the one who gets to kiss that potty mouth of yours and I…” He exhales against your neck and then moves his head up slowly, to look at you, at the same time the hand, that was once placed on your waist, makes its way up your torso, brushing against your breasts intentionally before his fingers caress your chin. You open your eyes when you feel him move and look at him in the eyes as he continues. “…I suddenly want to have a taste of it.” His thumb is now sliding across your lower lip at the same time his fingers tickle the skin under your chin. 

You feel breathless and your mind was racing from the sudden change of behavior. You gasp quietly.

“Yeah we can do what you’re thinking but… uhm…” You stumble in your own words and watch a grin form on his lips. Your eyes try to capture every single one of his moves as if you were trying to hold back at some time, even though it was impossible. You ease your grip on the collar of his sweatshirt and he bites his lower lip when he feels you caressing his shoulder. “…later tonight.” You finish quietly.

“Why?” He breathes, leaning down. You move your head to the side and he pecks your cheek with a smile. “Why not now?” He asked, lips tickling your cheek at every single word. He keeps leaning down, leaving a trail of sloppy pecks down to your jaw.

“Because…” You start answering, moving your hand up from his belly to his bicep and doing the same with the other. You try to push him away, except, to him, it felt more like you are firmly holding onto him. “I promised to help Minji at her apartment today.”

You feel the vibrations from his chuckle go down your body and you let out a whimper. You instantly regret it and try to sneak away from his touch once he lifts his head from you.

“What a cute plan.” He jokes teasingly, smiling at you. You look up at him, not holding back your smile.

“Stop.” You say without meaning it.

You try to move to the side, but his body mirrors yours inevitably. The hand he had on your back, under your shirt, moves to your side and he starts caressing the bra frame with his thumb, right under your breasts, only to confirm you were wearing a rather thin bra. Wise choice Y/N.

You take your hands down from his forearms and try to remove his hands from you, but you fail and Sehun is already leaning down to press his lips against you. You nod your head stubbornly.

“But I can’t later tonight.” He excuses himself, his voice coming out more like a whine and you raise your eyebrows apologetically.

You keep taking a few steps to the side, following the edge of the kitchen counter along the wall and Sehun follows back, his hands never leaving your body, no matter where they were placed at this point. Once you reach the corner of the wall, you stop and he stands in front of you again, his waist moving slowly towards your tummy, just below your belly button, applying pressure against it for you to feel the growing bugle under his sweatpants. Your take your hands off of him rapidly and cross your arms over your chest once you notice him moving closer to you. He, consequently, takes his hands off of your waist and from under your shirt and reach out for your crossed arms, trying to force you to uncross them, but you fight back. He looks down at you, licking his lips before smirking. He is enjoying that too much.

“And why can’t you later tonight?” You ask, raising one eyebrow at him. He chuckles and ends up biting his bottom lip again. You’re making him impatient.

“I have stuff today.” He affirms, his fingers reaching out for your wrists, holding them gently.

“You have stuff…?” You’re both looking at each other in the eyes and he nods in response. He can’t hold back his smirk and keeps biting or licking his bottom lip. You know he is lying. You let out a breathy chuckle and fight back to keep your arms across your chest while he is still trying to remove them. “What stuff?” You ask quietly, trying to hold back your giggles from his desperate hands all over you and the clear lying expression his face holds. He knows he can’t lie to you, but he pushes it, anyway.

“I have to go help Chanyeol.” He nods as if he was trying to believe it himself. “He asked me.” He tries to perfect his lie, but it only gives you the confirmation of how fake that was. 

He hums and presses his waist against you again. You let out a gasp in response and lose some of your arm strength, giving him the opportunity to uncross them from your chest. He keeps holding your wrists, guiding your arms to where he wants them, finally pressing his chest against yours. You try to hide your smile, bitting the inside of your cheek as you move your head to the side when he leans in.

“Chanyeol, huh…?” You tease. He wraps your arms around his own waist and you hold onto his sweatshirt strongly at the same time you feel his lips against your jaw.

“Hmm-mm… at the studio.” He hums against your cheek, now moving his head to the side. 

You close your eyes for a brief moment, one of your hands moving to the side of his waist as he bumps it against you, this time more forcefully. Your cheeks flush at the feeling of arousal after sensing his boner way better this time. You grip the hem of his sweatshirt and feel one of his hands on your cheek, making you turn your face to him. You look at him in the eyes for a few seconds, but your gaze instantly goes down for you to look at his lips as they come closer to yours.

“So I can’t tonight.” He breathes, leaning in to kiss you but just as his lips brush against yours, you lean back. He mirrors you and keeps his gaze locked on your lips as they move further away from his. You watch his mouth pressing into a line and he clenches his jaw impatiently. You like what you see so you tease further.

“Yeah, but I have to go in a bit.” You breathe. You weren’t lying though.

“That’s why we have to do it now.” He states.

With that answer, his hand moves a little down from your cheek, to your neck to hold you in place as he bends over you. You feel his other arm wrap around your lower back to pull you closer and it gives you a second to close your eyes before his lips crash a little too harsh against yours.

You kiss him back and hear him hum against your mouth. Unwrapping your arms from around his waist, you move your hands up, one to hold the bicep that his around your waist, and the other holding his forearm firmly. You don’t try to push him away, because you know you don’t want to, but you try to keep him right where he is, before he starts pushing harder against you, already feeling the edge of the kitchen counter burn against your lower back, just below where his arm holds you. You know he would never intentionally hurt you or hold you too tight to the point it would hurt you, but you knew when Sehun got too into it, the moment would become so intoxicated that he would press his body so hard against yours until it was no longer physically possible to be so close to you. But still, he would try.

“Sehun.” You try to make him come to his senses, humming against his lips.

The kiss becomes heated, tongues already moving together. Your fingers dig deeper into his sweatshirt, still holding him in place. He feels is as if it is burning his skin under the clothing and takes his hand from the side of your neck to the back of it, his fingers tangled around your hair, kissing you faster. You moan and he moves away quickly. You look at him, your eyes lazy with the infatuation of the moment as you try to catch your breath. His chest also rises and falls rapidly as he tries to speak.

“You’re not walking to your bedroom so I’m taking you right here.” He says, breathlessly.

He unwraps his arm from around your lower back and you feel his fingers teasingly slipping under the waistband of your pants. You gasp at his touch and your eyes widen as you look at him.

“I’m not walking to my bedroom because the coat I’ll put on to leave is right there.” You hiss.

Your remove your hands from him, one of them holding his arm up so you detach his hold from your waist but he is quick to grab your wrists again, not letting you move. You look at him surprised by his quick response and part your lips innocently. He has a hard frown plastered in his face, his features hardening with the tension you’re making him feel. He keeps breathing heavily and stares down at you and you feel like his eyes undress you quicker than his touch can in that moment. You feel the heat increase in your body just by watching him stare at you. He feels your strength weakening under his touch and presses your arms against his chest as he leans closer, eyes landing on your lips, watching you bite down on them. 

“Save the attitude for Minji,” He breathes. “we both know you’re not untouchable with me.” He takes your arms up, loosening the touch on your wrists as he places your hands over his shoulders, moving closer to you. He doesn’t wait and leans in to kiss your neck slowly, each of his hands now caressing your sides. You take your hands from his shoulders to his neck, turning your forearms down, until your elbows are stiffly against his chest.

“Oh Sehun.” You try to warn him, but, besides your body, not even your voice matches your body language anymore and it comes out more as a whimper.

“Again.” He whispers against your neck, then kissing it up to your jawline. 

His hands are sliding down your sides again, to reach for the waistband of your pants. He feels your elbows pressing harder against his chest, your fingers slide up the back of his head, brushing against his hair and he presses his body against you again.

“That wasn’t a moan, you idiot, I was scold-“

He pushes away from your jawline and stands straight, looking at you. His hands go up to reach out for your elbows and gently push them up.

“Stop trying to fight back, I know you want it.” He cries, nodding his head while leaning in. 

His fingers brush against the back fo your arm, sliding down until his hands are again on your sides. You breathe out before he kisses you. You murmur something against his lips which he can’t understand but moans to it anyway. He gives you a few pecks and moves down through your jawline, until his warm breath is against your ear, pecking it slowly.

“You know I want it?” You moan, your arms already giving in, wrapping around his shoulders, giving him space to move closer to you.

“Hmm-mm…” One of his hands quickly find a way through your shirt and he is quick to start rubbing his fingers against your nipples over your see-through bra. He stops kissing your earlobe and you can only imagine his smile as you close your eyes and he whispers. “I could feel this through your t-shirt.”

He keeps moving his thumb in circles over your nipple and you pull him closer, arching your back to bump your hips into his and your arms wrapping stronger around his neck. Your lips find their way to his neck and you peck it repeatedly.

“Why are you lik-“

“Why am I like this?” He finishes your sentence as he pinches your nipple, causing you to hiss against the skin of his neck, clearly making him shiver.

He loosens his touch on you and his hands are quick to find its way to the waistband of your pants, but this time you lean your waist against his touch just as he sneaks his fingers under your panties. You remove your head from the crook of his neck and your foreheads bump against each other clumsily. You gasp, feeling his finger slid downpour clit to your entrance and then back up, spreading your wetness, repeating it over and over again, painfully slowly.

You move your hands up to the back of his head, caressing his hair. He leans closer and kisses your lips calmly. His palm is warm on your hip as he hold you in place once he stops his finger at your clit, rubbing gently up and down, pressing against it sending pleasurable shocks through your body, causing you to flinch a few times.

“Hun…” You moan against his mouth and he smiles in the kiss. You try to move your hips along with his touch, but he doesn’t let you.

One of your hands comes down to his neck, holding him close to you. You whimper again after he presses his finger down your clit, teasing your soaking entrance. He pulls away from the kiss, his nose rubbing yours.

“I know baby, I know.” He whispers. You keep your eyes close letting his words get the best of you.

You swear you can feel your body shaking with how quick he pulled down your pants along with your panties. You open your eyes widely, gasping as you feel him get on his knees so quick, your hands fall on his shoulders. You breathe out, feeling his arm wrap around under your leg, squeezing your bum. You stare down at him and watch him smirk at you, pulling you closer to his face with his palm pressed against your butt cheek. Your fingers are quick to grip around the back part of the collar of his sweatshirt when you feel his other hand sliding up your leg, to your inner thigh. He presses his elbow against the inside of your leg for you to part them a little more and winks at you just before pushing two fingers inside you, his thumb sliding up your slit to your clit, causing you to throwback your head, your hair falling around your shoulders.

He caresses your clit with his thumb before adjusting the others inside you. Your mind goes blank when you feel his thumb slide down again, causing your body to flinch again. He starts to move his fingers teasingly slow in and out of you and you moan in response. You feel his hot breath getting closer to your sensitive clit and before you know it, he is kissing it passionately, causing your, now, trembling hand to move up to his hair.

“Oh shhh-“ You breathe, not even being able to form a proper sentence when you feel his lips parting and his warm tongue licking up your throbbing clit.

You feel your legs weakening as he increases the pace of his fingers pumping into you, its sloppy sounds echoing in your mind, causing you to let go of the grip on the collar of his sweatshirt and harshly placing it on the edge of the kitchen counter, trying to balance yourself.

Sehun is attentive to your body language and takes his palm from your butt cheek, wrapping his arm around your leg, and placing it on your waist, holding your strongly as you give in to his touch. Your chest starts to rise and fall heavily and faster than before, your legs shakily closing as he presses hard circles against your clit with his tongue, his fingers moving deeper inside you. You moan breathlessly, already removing your hand from his hair, also taking it to the edge of the kitchen counter as you try to hold on. You feel your hips moving along with his tongue, shutting your eyes strongly. You move your head up and open your eyes slowly. You try to look down at him but your vision is completely blurry and your head is spinning really fast. You blink rapidly when he pecks your clit continuously and pumps his fingers in you harsher than before.

“Ahh!” You whimper, your sweaty palms sliding across the kitchen counter, causing your forearms to fall against it abruptly.

Sehun looks up at you as he slides his thumb across your slit, pressing it hard against your clit, but you don’t meet his eyes. You throw your head back again, shutting your eyes strongly as you feel a rush of adrenaline go up from your stomach  to your chest. Your heart starts to beat faster and he intensifies the pace of his touch on you. You feel your body flinch harder at each time he pushes inside you and your legs start to tremble so feverishly, that it gets harder for him to hold you in place. You feel his arm unwrap from around your leg as you reach your high.

“Babv..bvv…” You breathe louder, your words barely understandable as you bite your lip.

Sehun starts to stand up, his arm now going around your waist to hold you. You gasp when he removes his fingers from inside you, quickly pushing circles against your clit, your legs trembling painfully as you orgasm, arching your back at his touch but before he stands straight, you, oppositely start sliding down to the floor.

“Ooo, ooo!” He exclaims, hastily stopping his actions after you orgasmed, trying to hold you from falling on the floor. Your hands hold onto his arms, gripping his sweatshirt, as you breathe heavily.

Sehun lets out a giggle, getting back on his knees, not being able to prevent you from falling on the floor in time. His giggle turn into a high pitch laughter as you fall on your side on the floor. You can’t help but smile, your hand reaching out for something to hold onto as you fall on your side, ending up on the cold tiled floor. You try to sit back up, looking at him as he laughs. You roll your eyes at his teasing laughter and chuckle, nodding your head in disbelief yourself. He keeps on holding you with his arm still around your waist and takes the other hand up to his chin, cleaning some of your juices that might have slipped down on it. He takes advantage of your position and starts leaning down, smiling now, as he positions himself over you. You move, to get under him, your forearms now against the cold floor.

He licks his lips and his hands find their way to the waistband of your pants again, but this time he slips them off along with your house slippers, throwing them to the side. He keeps his eyes on you as you adjust yourself on the floor. You bite your lip as you watch him reaching for the collar of his sweatshirt to remove it.

“Take your shirt off.” He says with a smirk smirking, tilting his chin at you and then removes his own.

You smirk at how messy his hair gets once he slips his sweatshirt out of this body, throwing it away to where your pants landed. You try to sit up, but not completely to not literally sit on the floor, not only because it’s cold, but because it is obviously dirty somehow. Sehun starts getting in between your legs, his hands pushing his sweatpants down as he looks at you. He sees you struggle and takes one arm to reach for you, holding your smaller back so you don’t fall, using his other hand to rub against his growing length as he watches you strip your shirt. You let it fall on your side, your eyes instantly watching him slowly touch himself. He doesn’t bother to remove his sweatpants completely, not wanting to waste any time.

You place your hands on the floor again and look back up at him as he moves closer to you. He gives you a cheesy smile as he adjusts his position in between your legs, but not too close to give you want you want. You lick your lips as he looks down at your body.

“Bra.” He whispers and it is enough for you to quickly move your fingers on your back and unclasp it. You take the straps off through your arms and throw it back.

Sehun unwraps his arm from your lower back as you let your body lay on the floor, the heat of your body caused by this touch on you as his fingers hold your hips in place, excelling the coldness of the floor. Just as he is hovering your body, his head quickly moves up at your phone ringing on the kitchen counter. You take your hands to the back of his neck and he looks down at you as you pull him to you.

“Fuck you Minji.” You whisper and he smirks at you, letting out a small giggle at your comment.

He gives your hip a little squeeze before taking his hand from it, to place it on the floor right next to your head as he leans in. You feel his tip on your entrance and just as he pushes inside you, you close your eyes, lips parting as you let out a gasp which his lips are quick to catch, breathing you in.

I never know when to stop but it was getting too long, I’m sorryyyy

[99liners]

autocorrect fails;

status: ongoing.

↳ concept: when your kpop / anime boyfriend text you something dirty accidentally (autocorrect is their mortal enemy)

↳ tag: #autocunt series

nct version

bts version

exo version

got7 version

knb version

[youngjellyfishbasement]

---------> “The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet.”                                  AU EXO member x reader ::: LAY           Lay is a good Chinese guy who works for a rich person. He should do everything what his owner wants. He thinks that it’s a great honor to live in such a beautiful palace with a big garden full of flowers and plants but it is so exhausting. Sometimes he feels like he need to have more time to do something. One day he starts to walking on the streets in the midnight. Lay likes to look in the sky and see a million shining stars which are twinkling in the dark. He imagines being free like Le Petit Prince was in his storybook. He accidentally meets you with a group of people. They look like felons in the movies. It’s you and your criminals cause you are a daughter of its leader and Lay’s boss at the same time. You know what you want from your life. You want this boy and his attention. You always get what you like cause you are a dark princess of China.