#hope this gets past the sensor LMAO

[diejager]

hi i love your work so much omg

…what do you think of the scenario of monster!141 x (platonic, if you want, it’s probably for the better) reader that’s made up of thousands of worms/spiders/or whatever creatures. reader is always covered up in clothes that cover up the entire ‘skin’ and they speak extremely weirdly/like everything’s speaking all at once and the voice is just sounding from the mouth but also in the torso? and legs? . the thing is that reader is shy or something and doesn’t want to admit that they’re just a hive mind of creatures, but it’s just kinda obvious not really (well obvious to monster 141). 141 doesn’t really want to comment on it because they’re just nice like that and find ways to help Reader get through some situations lmao (help i’m sleep deprived and i made this thought in 3 AM ish).

i give you a piece of 🧀

Many

Pairing: Platonic Monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

Cw: spiders, blood, military inaccuracies, canon-typical violence, cannibalism? Eating human, hive mind monster, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2.9k (A/N): I’m gonna be honest with y’a, I went on a spree and completely forgot what you first asked for but uh… I used some of your ideas and I hope it’s apparent enough?

For someone as decorated as you were, you were awfully timid, shying from human and hybrid interaction like a plague. Perhaps it was unintentional, the stiffness in your shoulders or the constant coverage, but to the world around you, you were nothing but an awkward person whose social cues were lost to time after more than a decade in the force. Starting your days covered head to toe, black over more black, or khaki and brown over more khaki and brown depending on the situation of your stay and deployment. 

Despite your social anxiety, your voice stayed strong and unwavering in the field, a cold, monotone voice that would coordinate the team if needed —you were a prolific intelligence specialist, that found your calling in intelligence gathering from the deepest and darkest pits, and an infiltration specialist that was sought out for your proficiency and successful operations worldwide, especially the undercover Ops done in secrecy. You’ve led a few clandestine Ops with Laswell for 141, the Station Chief letting you lead and direct them, trusting your insights and they always resulted in successful missions, coming back bruised and battered but alive and securing the cargo (or whatever they were sent there for). 

That meant that they knew you, your voice, your confident tone when you directed them, your unwavering decisions and your helpful guidance, but they hadn’t seen you until a few months ago. You were officially assigned to Task Force 141 as their Intelligence and Infiltration specialist, working on and off. This would be the first time you actively moved to the front, standing beside them during infiltrations, slipping into the enemy base with efficiency and silence. You moved as if you were a part of the shadows, melting into the darkness and disappearing from any camera and scans, your body invincible to infrared cameras or heat sensors. 

You moved with fluid motions, your body incredibly - scarily - flexible and seemingly aware of everything around you. To humans, you were probably the most skillful and abnormal human, born with talents that far rivalled those of hybrids, and a saviour to some for being able to keep them alive even through the hardest moments of their capture; but to monsters, to hybrids, you were special, a different type of creature that held a different category in the classes, one that humans knew little outside of the government and military. 

Whereas humans saw you as a stiff and socially awkward human that covered their whole body, TF141 knew better, they could sense it a mile away, the difference in you, the odd aura and smell you projected. Soap and König had mentioned it in the past, in the bustling Mess hall where they shared a table, Soap had noted that you smelled off, of something dead yet alive and König only brought the oddness of you holding thousands of different scents, musks that didn’t originate from one place, but from around the world. 

Gaz and Horangi gave off-handed comments about sudden movement under your clothes, a slight - near invisible - ripple under your neck or on your arm, their eyes zoning to the smallest of movements. Gaz brought it up first, his voice hesitant and confused, frowning down at his plate when he mentioned it to the others, only to feel reassured that he wasn’t imagining it, the small ripple that no one else perceived, when Horangi shared his own observations. Horangi had seen small black spots moving over your shirt and under the tight mask hiding your face, tiny-legged creatures climbing over you and vanishing under your clothes as if they were never there. 

Rudy was the best at understanding people, sympathising with both monsters and humans, but you just seemed lost, a shy creature that always hid from others when you weren’t needed. He and Alejandro remembered when they spoke to you after an Op, catching up to you before you fled to hide in your room, your tone was soft and shy, but it seemed to come from everywhere, never staying in one place as if there wasn’t a source to your voice. One moment your voice would come from your face, and then the next, it’d be down your abdomen, every word you spoke came out of a different area, but your chin never moved, face still and unmoving. 

They brought it up to Ghost, who’d sit with them at their table, pushed against the wall for privacy around human soldiers, since he - leaving out Price - knew you best, having worked with you a few times in the past where they needed your expertise in infiltration and hostage securing. They had hoped that Ghost could give them a few insights on you, whether it be about your kind or your uniqueness, they wanted something - anything - to quell their growing curiosity. Not only was Ghost one of their only sources of information, but he was also a paranoid one, always demanding an operator's file before and after they joined, his mind going through loops to calculate the danger of the new addition. Ghost was a guarded and walled-up character, ensuring that they wouldn’t betray him in the long run.

Unfortunately, Ghost knew as little as they did, Price was stricter with your information, keeping it under a hard lock and key. Only he and Laswell held information about you, your little quirks and details were a secret to anyone who wasn’t in the higher-ranked stations or the commanding rank and station chief. They had nothing to go on but theories, little hypothesis until Price or Laswell - whichever caved first to their incessant pleading - disclosed your personal file. So they did what they could with their observations, combining up with different monsters they’ve crossed paths with. You could’ve been one of those crossbred hybrids where they coupled for specific perks, or an experiment, seeing that you had an aversion to physical touch and human interactions. The least possible one, by far, was that you were an Eldritch being, a creature of horror and madness. 

“Classified for now, sergeant,” was all Price had told Soap when he cracked, his puppy-like excitement getting the best of him. “You’ll have to ask them, yeah?”

That left them with little to no choice but to watch you more closely, to observe their surroundings for any clues and to note anything bizarre since they couldn’t necessarily outright ask you. You fled seconds after anyone tried to start a conversation, head down and feet moving too swiftly to not seem like you were avoiding them or any long discussion as if you knew what they were planning. You seemed to have eyes at the back of your head, reacting instantly when one of them would follow you wherever you went, slinking from one shadow to the other, trying their best to hide from your sight and sense, but you were an expert in your own right, knowing and aware of undercover tactics when one was used against you.

Fortunately for them, other clues helped, subtle signs that most people wouldn’t even catch. The first one was small, jerky spiders that weren’t local to the UK or any continent, they weren’t like any arachnid they’d ever found, that was the first thing they noticed when they came across one, but the true challenge was to catch one of those pesky things. They were quick and small, evading them as if they had a mind of their own, their bites painful if one of them tried to grab it with a hand, the tiny fangs piercing through the thick material of their gloves, but once Soap got his paws on one, he made sure to keep it in the glass container. The spider was small, its exoskeleton so dark that it seemed to swallow any light rather than reflect it, a shade of black so black that it didn’t let any colours out. It didn’t look hairy, the shell so smooth and spotless that it seemed like two circles if they ignored the scrawny legs. 

Those spiders were almost everywhere, yet they went unnoticed by the people walking around the base and them until now. Other than the spiders, your aversion to physical contact and socialising, and favouring your privacy much more than anyone on the TF. You didn’t eat with them —you never seemed to eat at all. Your voice moved so often that the possibility of you having many mouths came to mind a lot. Your body was extremely nimble, bending in odd - sometimes painful for others - ways. Over other observations, everything they took notice of you were things that were inhuman, it made you a minority in the military - much like them - and a mystery to your team. 

They went on for months, unbothered that they might have seemed slightly obsessive, a stalker following his obsession. They weren’t worried about others calling them out, humans would chalk it up to monster stuff with a sneer and look the other way when Ghost or König glared at them. That didn’t escape you, Price or even Laswell’s eyes and ears around the world. 

“You boys don’t know when to stop, hmm?” Price wore a frown, brows cocked questioningly. His tone was one of a tired and relenting to their months-long search. “You’re lucky they weren’t mad about this.”

“So you’ll tell us, boss?” Ghost hid his excitement better than the rest, his chest rumbling lowly and eyes narrowed darkly, but not with a dangerous gleam. 

“Better if you see it yourself,” he sighed, crossing his arms, hunching against his chair, lip quirking at a corner. It was a cheeky lopsided smile, teasing them with having to wait longer. “It’s hard to explain in words. It’s quite the sight.”

And a sight it was! Watching you melt to the ground, your body scattering in thousands of small spiders that moved towards the body lying before you. You’d been paired with Ghost and Soap for this Op, leading them down a path you knew didn’t have any hostiles, getting intel back from the many spiders scattered around the area. They were the first to watch you eat, arachnids swallowing up the bodies, devouring them at record speed. You ate flesh and bones, ligaments and tendons melted by your acidic bite that only left clothes behind as an indication that someone died here. They were the lucky ones to see you eat, to bear witness to your monstrosity in the flesh and your moment of weakness where you had to sustain yourself, shedding off the shape of a human body.

It left Soap filled with awe, seeing you break away in thousands of individual bodies and come back together as one, and Ghost’s mind strewed with questions, some answered when you told them that you were self-conscious, a hive mind made up of spiders to form a body. You weren’t hiding away because you were afraid of them or that you hated socialising, you were simply too self-aware of your making, of the natural fear of eight-legged creatures. So you hid, shying away from people, thinking that they’d hate you for being what you were, a colony of undocumented spiders working as one. 

Horangi, Rudy and Alejandro caught you in action on the second covert operation when you were given the signal to lead your small squad into enemy lines. They watched the clothes you wore ripple, little critters bulging out from under your protective gear and rolling down your body in waves, black masses dropping off and separating. You were spread around the place, everyone acting as an extension of your mind and body, and they were —thousands of spiders sharing one mind. You shrank lightly, your body mass lower than it was with your body spanned across the area, working as your eyes and ears from afar like cameras worked for Laswell, except that your reach was farther and more potent. 

It was expected, but not less surprising to the three, watching your body shorten and little spiders crawl all over you. It would’ve made the hardiest monster shudder in fear or repulsion, feeling hundreds of legs moving about over their body, it would’ve made them slightly apprehensive, knowing from Soap and Ghost that your bite could be acidic, melting tough muscle and robust bone. It made more sense as to why you were so nimble and so observant, you had parts of yourself scattered around, working to map out everything and see everything. You were what made you so sought after for your skills in clandestine missions and covert infiltrations, it was scarily inspiring.

Gaz and König were the unlucky ones, being in the wrong place at the wrong time to see you “die”. With how unlucky his streak with helicopters was, it wasn’t a surprise that he was falling from another one, his wing bleeding from a bullet wound, the copper piercing through the meat and grazing the bone. It had him handicapped for the next few missions, staying on base until it healed completely unless he wanted to cause a bigger issue with his third pair of limbs. You were medevaced, watching Gaz grunt and groan, holding his wounded wing against his chest with a face screwed in pain. He’d been in an unfortunate situation, being purposely targeted by the enemy, and the situation couldn’t get any worse. 

The helicopter was shot down, and the flares deployed too late to stop the missile. It was a fiery mess, there was screaming and the loud crack of metal breaking, you could hear Laswell yell out in the coms, her worried and frantic voice trying to reach you and Gaz in the falling blaze. Most harpies feared fire, the flames burning their feathers and scarring the skin, making it impossible to regrow feathers on some rare occurrences. Gaz couldn’t remember much after the fall, waking up in pitch darkness, his skin crawling with shivers and invisible hands. He couldn’t make out left from right, he didn’t know if he was lying face down or on his back, and he wasn’t even sure he was conscious, seeing that all he could see was black. Then he felt sudden movement, a prickly sensation covering his body until light broke through.

He could feel his arms and his legs, he could stretch his wing out when he sat up, he wasn’t burned or hurt more than what he had before the crash, but he couldn’t see you when he looked around. He palmed the ground, feeling around the rough floor for you, your small, black spiders. You were on and around him, slowly climbing off him and flocking to a large mass. Your clothes were gone, burned to ashes in the mess while you shielded him, taking the brunt of the heat and burns. He swallowed down the quake that wracked his body and rushed to you, frantic to see whether or not you were in pain. Rather than forming back into a human, your appearance resembles more of a large mammal on four, clawed legs. Seeing that you were fine - or so he thought - he called back for evac, getting cover with your prone figure guarding him until the other helicopter and support came back.

König’s accident was more vicious than Gaz’s, losing control of his urges, letting himself shift and rampage through the area, ripping apart both enemy and ally. You were another body in his path, his claws tearing through your chest with sharp, bloodied hands. The others panicked, watching you scatter into pieces, falling apart from the seams as if someone had pulled out the only string that held you together. Instead of blood and guts, intestines that should’ve called out in a bloody mess, you broke apart, some fell to the ground, crushed under König’s weight, and others clung to him, swarming to stop him before he caused more chaos. 

It looked like a futile attempt from outside viewpoints, watching the beast stumble blindly, his face covered, your thousand pairs of legs locked to keep his mouth closed from causing more harm to others with his serrated teeth made to gnaw through bone and break flesh and muscle to consume and feed his big appetite. They could only stare at König trash around, limbs slowly being locked together, bounding his arms from flailing and slashing at people and his leg from blindly ambling and rushing towards his next victim. You rippled around König, a mass becoming a full-body restraint containing the hybrid’s grunts and growls, unmoving and unrelenting against him. 

You kept König’s rampage in check, keeping him contained while they moved both you and him to the aircraft and back to base where they could wait out the shift, the burst of rage in the hybrid. Gaz had thrown you a bundle of clothes after König fell asleep, you slipped off and crawled to your clothes, reappearing in a human shape under all your protective layers. Although they knew you could take extensive damage and survive unscathed, they still worried, would your strength still held together with a chaotic mix of human resilience and percht invulnerability.

You seemed to have let yourself go a bit, letting Soap or Gaz drag you around the base, letting Rudy and Alejandro strike up a conversation, letting Ghost or König sit with you in silence, and letting Horangi get the jump on you and follow you soundlessly because he was curious (and answering his questions). You might not eat with them, but you swallowed down your fright and agreed to sit at their table while they ate, digging into their preferred meal and occasionally replying to their friendly banter. You were still nervous about spending so much time in public, the looming fear of being faced with disgust from your allies was still possible, but you - with the supporting pat on the shoulder from Price - worked through your storming thoughts and insecurities. 

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[dragonjesterwrites]

Hey, Is it ok if i request Sun/Moon x catgirl reader?

You got it! Sorry this isn't very cutesy, my brain latched onto the idea of a catgirl being like a cryptid and wouldn't let go lmao

Still, hope you enjoy! 😁

TW: Injury, blood, implied homelessness

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Moon crept along the exposed rafters above Rockstar Row, watching you down below as you ducked behind a pink trash can to avoid a security STAFF bot.

You visibly relaxed as the bot resumed its rolling down the hall, its flashlight pointed directly in front of itself as it whirred softly away.

Hmm. Avoiding the security bots was not a great look- and neither was the baggy hoodie and mask you wore. Moon could only see the glint of your eyes as you looked from side to side, scanning for more security bots, no doubt. For some reason, humans rarely looked up, but that made it easier to follow intruders along and try to peg why exactly they were here so late.

So far, you had not stolen anything. You were not excitedly taking photos. You had no weapon and had caused no property damage. You had simply been making your careful way through the Pizzaplex for the past fifteen minutes, only sparing occasional glances into the gift shops.

It was a little baffling to Moon, but he was sure he'd figure your intentions out, and once he had, he'd call out to you and go through the usual script.

Ah- there. You had hidden in Captain Foxy's exhibit alcove, behind the ship. Moon waited a few minutes, listening and watching to see if you would emerge, but sensed nothing except the occasional rustling noise from behind the wooden ship.

"It's a little late, don't you think?" Moon called out in a sing-song as he continued to perch on the rafters, long fingers tapping gently against the beam as he kept a close eye on the exhibit. As predicted, the rustling abruptly stopped. "Most humans are asleep by this time, are they not?"

Silence. Moon let out an almost disappointed sigh. "I know you're there. You ought to-"

Suddenly, you leapt out from behind the ship, one hand reaching up to grab your hoodie and hold it down as you sprinted down the hall.

Moon groaned and began to leap from rafter to rafter, initializing the program to contact the authorities. Most intruders were bored teens sneaking in for an illegal tour and would sheepishly leave after getting caught, but some were a little more high strung than others, and decided to run or attack him like he was the issue.

In the corner of his vision, he saw his battery begin to slowly but surely drain. 83%... 82%... 81%... He wasn't built to chase people this fast. You were running like your life depended on it, and it was quite literally draining him.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" He raised his voice a few decibels over his normal speech level to ensure you heard him, wincing at the slight feedback in his audio sensors. "Slow down, before you-"

Smack. Your foot had caught under a cable and you faceplanted into the polished floor, skidding forward a few inches from the sheer momentum. Moon's body shuddered as the signal was sent just in time to stop him from leaping to the next rafter, and he leaned forward to look down at you as you moaned in pain, still facedown on the floor.

"...trip." He began to make his way down, trying to not take his gaze off of you, cancelling the internal call to the authorities. He was a caretaker first, security second.

He reached you and circled around carefully until he was crouched in front of your head, carefully inspecting the ground for any blood. "That looked like it hurt." Except for a barely audible whimper, there was no response. "Can you hear me?"

Nothing. He crept forward, gently rolled you onto your side and pulled your mask down, wincing in sympathy at your clearly broken nose, blood dribbling down your face. You did seem to be unconscious, mouth hanging open and eyes unfocused. Broken nose, possible concussion, and you were likely in for one hell of a headache. Luckily, the nearest medical station wasn't too far, and he scooped you up into his arms, shifting you so you wouldn't drip blood into your own mouth.

He carried you to the station and propped you up in a chair, grabbing the kit off the counter and returning to kneel in front of you to begin fixing you up. Your vitals showed you were in fact alive and breathing okay, which was always good. Your nose was definitely broken though, which was not so good. That, he couldn't do much about except an icepack, you'd need a proper doctor to fix it up properly. He dug through the kit and pulled out a cotton swab and some ointment, eyeing a cut on your forehead, then moved his hand up to brush back your hair to properly get at it.

As his hand came into contact with your forehead, you suddenly snapped awake, eyes filling with terror as you came to. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his wrist and tried to shove him away, other hand reaching up to pull your hood back down firmly over your head.

"Stay away from me!" You yelped, kicking out at him. Moon huffed and grabbed your ankle, then dropped the cotton swab to seize your wrist as your fist came down to hit his head.

"Would you please stop trying to attack me? I'm trying to help you. Your nose is broken." He scolded, firmly holding your limbs away from him. You both stared at each other for several seconds, your breath coming in fast and harsh bursts, but eventually it began to slow, and you relaxed a little.

"Sorry."

Moon released you slowly, pausing to see if you'd attack again or try to run, but you just slumped against the chair.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for scaring you. And don't lean back, the blood will drain into your mouth."

You quickly leaned forward again, wincing at the motion. Moon handed you a few round cotton pads for the nosebleed, plucked a new, clean swab from the kit, swirled it in the ointment, then reached up to your forehead, but stopped as you flinched.

"Don't touch my hoodie." You told him, and he settled back onto his heels.

"You've got to move it for me, then. That gash on your head goes into your hairline." He pointed at the cut on your forehead, and you reached up to brush against it, wincing as your fingertips made contact.

"Okay, look. There's a really good reason I don't want people looking at my head." You insisted, and Moon remained silent, tilting his faceplate to the side in a polite query. "Listen, I know it's silly, but… promise you won't tell anyone? Not even the other animatronics?"

"I promise." Moon held out his pinky and you hesitated, squinting at him before taking it. Then, you took a deep breath and pushed back your hood, and two… cat ears sprung up. Whatever Moon had been expecting, it wasn't that, and all he could do for a second was blink at you.

"Hm. Now, may I treat that cut on your head?" He asked, pushing down the curiosity.

You stared at him yourself, surprise written across your face. "You… don't think it's weird?"

Moon couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned closer to dab ointment on the cut. "I look nothing like the others and have a permanent grin on my face. I'm not exactly in a position to judge people's appearance."

You were silent for a second, relaxing some and offering a small, crooked smile, revealing sharp teeth. "I like it. Makes you look friendly. Kind."

"Why, thank you. I could say the same about your ears."

You chuckled quietly and drummed your fingers on your legs as he attended to your injuries, wincing occasionally but accepting his murmured apologies.

Moon swiveled back to the kit, flicking the used swab into the nearby bin and pulling out a fresh cotton pad for you.

You took it with a quiet thanks, and he offered the bin for you to throw away the now blood-soaked pieces of cotton before beginning to apply a bandage to your head.

"Hey, uh. Are you going to call the cops on me?" You asked, helping hold the gauze to the gash.

Moon mused over his next words carefully as he smoothed the bandage down. "...Why are you trespassing?"

"Because I… don't have anywhere to stay right now. And I can't afford food, let alone a doctor." You admitted. "I was only going to stay for a few days. Figure this place makes enough money to eat the cost of a couple missing pizzas."

Moon stayed silent as he continued to treat you, glad for his grin as it masked his internal struggle against his programming. On one hand, you were trespassing and had just admitted to intending to commit theft. On the other, he had no reason to help the company other than his own self preservation, but he'd learned to alter the camera feeds ages ago out of sheer boredom, and he could hardly judge you for the theft, as both he and Sun might have a little bit of a thieving habit themselves. And on top of all that, once again his code reminded him that he was a caretaker, and you needed care.

"I should turn you in. If the company finds out I let an intruder stay in the Pizzaplex, they'll have me scrapped." He said as neutrally as possible, but you winced regardless, opening your mouth to say something before he held up a hand. "So. Perhaps be a little more careful sneaking around, hm? You can stay up in my room for a while during the nights and wander around with the crowd during the day… at least until your nose sets."

You shut your mouth and quickly hugged him, squeezing firmly. "Thank you."

Startled, Moon froze with his limbs held out around you, but shook it off to tentatively hug you back. "You're welcome."

~~~~~

A few weeks passed, and except for a slight new bump, there was no longer anything- no bruise, swelling, or pain- that would indicate your nose had broken.

But neither Moon nor Sun said anything. To tell the truth, they had grown accustomed to your company, and didn't want you to leave, even if it put them and you at risk. It got lonely when all the children left, and so boring once clean-up was over.

Plus they felt a certain solidarity with you. They'd had to field endless questions from children, teens, and sometimes even adults over the years as to why they didn't look like any other animatronic, and it had grown tiring. Why did it matter? Did their appearance affect their job negatively in any way? No. Of course, they always answered the question politely, but they'd had no one except each other who really understood until now. They felt guilty for being relieved, but as far as they could tell, you felt similarly.

So there was a certain dread in Sun's circuits when you approached him one evening after close, with an awkward smile on your face and your ears twitching side to side. "Hello, Sunshine! Is everything all right?" He tried not to let his own nervousness show, silently cursing the slight tremble to his fingers as he stacked a foam barrel. He clasped them behind himself and began to rock on the balls of his feet, hoping to release some of the anxiety.

"Yeah, I just, uh. Wanted to thank you and Moon." You began, reaching up to rub the back of your neck. "For letting me stay here. But… I figure I better hit the road. I really like you both, and I don't want to get you in trouble."

"You can stay." Sun said without thinking, and he perked up slightly as your ears stood up and your tail began to raise.

"Really? But what about-?"

"You can go if… if you really want to, but Moon and I love having you here! As a matter of fact, Moon told me they have an opening for a new human nighttime security guard, and if you're interested, we could maybe pull some strings." Sun watched excitedly as your face lit up, and it gave him a further burst of confidence. "That way, you're allowed to be here at night, it'll be so much fun! We can have slumber parties, paint pictu- oh!"

You had wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, and he quickly moved to hug you back.

After a few seconds, you released him and beamed up at him, tail and ears both straight up. "That would be amazing, Sunny. You're sure it's okay?"

"Of course! I- we wouldn't have offered if it wasn't. Oh, Moon's going to be so excited!" He picked you up and spun you around, your shared laughter mingling with the Daycare's theme music.

[leolo404]

🦜Astrology Observations Pt.4🦜

Collaboration with @venusfun 🌈

Huge thanks to my wonderful bestie @venusfun for sharing an amount of observations in this astro notes and helping me with the overall view of this post. Also please check her out if you don't know her yet, she creates a lot of spectacular astrology posts and you can learn a lot about asteroids from her blog❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Part 1. Asteroids

🌈According to research, asteroid Angel(11911) was first discovered when it was still under the sign of Sagittarius

🌈Having your asteroid DNA(55555) in an earth sign can indicate that your children may see you as someone who is grounded, hard working, practical, and very stubborn. They might look up to you because you are capable enough of giving them the best life you could give and they would understand that your hard-work is a way to support the family

🌈Asteroid Psyche(16) in Pisces/Libra craves romance that is fanstasy-like, something out of this world or something magical that just came out of a romantic story. These folks are the types of people who might be actively looking for true love

🌈Vesta in the 7th house might prefer to not get married

🌈People with Psyche(16) conjunct mercury think on the “soul” level (with heart)

🌈Prominent Ceres can indicate being a very loving and supportive mother but if Ceres have many challenging aspects then it can be obsessing

🌈Diana(78) in an aspect with MC(midheaven) can indicate work with animals

🌈Sirene(1009) in 2nd house indicates beautiful voice

Part 2. MBTI & Astrology

Sidenote: There's no correlation between MBTI and Astrology and we are using this only for personality observations

🌈Cancer/Moon dominants fit with the stereotypes of ISFJ. Both are maternal, nurturing, supportive, sympathetic, selfless, always protects their loved ones, and are sick of dealing your shit lmao. Also they tend to be the Mom/Dad of their friend group and the ones who always brings food 😋😋

🌈 I noticed most Sagittarius placements tend be ENFPs or INFPs base on MBTI. Maybe because both are idealistic, goofy, huge procrastinators, creative, and free-spirited. This can also apply to Jupiter/Pisces dominants (For Pisces it's more on INFP)

🌈While Virgo placements are more fitting with ISTJ because they are dutiful, loyal, traditional, organized, reliable, practical, and fact-minded. And with ISTJs dominant cognitive function which is Si(introverted sensing) they can use the past as a guide and lesson to be used in the present which explains them relying on the tried and true methods in dealing things

🌈In my own opinion, Scorpio/Pluto dominant just gives me INTJ vibes. Maybe because of their analytical and reserved nature

🌈Since the earth signs are known for being observant and detail-oriented, they are more of a sensing type because sensors can notice every single detail of a certain thing such as noticing that you change your hairstyle or you changed your signature perfume and they can sometimes miss the bigger picture. Also sensing types are more focused on the present(Extraverted sensing) or in the past(Introverted sensing) rather than the future which fits the earth signs who are more focused on experiencing the physical world

Part 3. Composites

🌈Uranus in the 1st can indicate that people might perceive you two as best friends

🌈Neptune in the 1st can indicate that people might see the partners as very spiritual and "usually not seen around" relationship

🌈Pluto in the 1st can indicate that people might project you two as very intense and "deep" relationship

🌈Sagittarius ascendant in the composite chart will indicate that other people see the relationship as very fun and adventurous. It has a philosophical vibe

🌈Earth Ascendant in a composite chart can indicate the relationship as stable or grounded and loyalty is established

🌈Uranus in the 3rd can show that two of you may have some odd ways of conversing with each other or have an unusual way of expressing things that only the two of you can understand

Part 4. Degrees

🌈People with 8th degree on a personal planet (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Mars, Venus) can find success easily, especially when it comes to business. But if a person has at least three 8th degrees, then the individual can be very materialistic and is only “money-oriented"

🌈Having a good amount of Pisces degree(12°, 24°) in your chart can indicate that you are good or capable enough in balancing your fixation between reality and fantasy but having a lot of it can indicate of you having tendencies of escaping reality and isolating yourself from everyone

🌈Even if your placements are full of feminine/introverted signs(earth/water), if you have a lot of fire/air degrees in your chart especially in personal planets or in your ascendant, you may be more sociable and outgoing. This goes vice versa as well

🌈People with a lot of 5 degrees (at least 3) are actually passionate about going to the gym. A lot of athletes have this degree

🌈Having a Virgo/Scorpio degree(6°, 8°, 18°, 20°)in your personal planet can indicate someone who tends to question anything especially out of either curiosity or suspicion, these people need to be sure that you are trustworthy(they might find ways to trick you or manipulate the conversation to see if what you are saying is true)

Part 5. Random

🌈The house where Leo is in is where you are mostly loved for:

Example:

10H Leo = admired by your ambition and your organizational skills,

11H Leo = admired by how you make friends easily and your networking skills

5H Leo = admired by your passion towards your interests or hobby,

3H Leo = admired by your communication or verbal skills,

2H Leo = admired by your voice and how you handle your finances

🌈Water/Moon/Venus dominant 🤝 Can easily connect to music and would be dancing in their own room till someone enters in

🌈Fixed Moon/Venus/Rising are the types of people who when they find a good music, they would replay it endlessly till they are good enough to stop and feel contented already from listening to it

🌈October Scorpios tend to be more outgoing, sociable, and hot-tempered than November Scorpios but this doesn't change the fact both can be mysteriously alluring and are really intense individuals

🌈Pisces with a mix of Scorpio placements tend to have this dreamlike presence and looks. It's like their physical appearance are just oozing a dreamy yet mysterious vibes

Example: Jungwoo from NCT Pisces Sun + Scorpio Moon

🌈Since the 9th house is the house that associates with religion, it also symbolizes the church and God

🌈The last 4 astrological signs in the zodiac wheel(♐︎ ♑︎ ♒︎ ♓︎)are known as the universal signs, these signs are mainly focused on the outer perspectives of life and are less focused with the self and their relationships. Sagittarius is focused on other cultures, religion, and their own opinion towards things, Capricorn is focused on the understanding of our physical self and the underlying achievements of one's hard work, Aquarius is focused on principles and humanity, and Pisces is focused on the spiritual aspects of life and the connection with the infinite universe

🌈Neptune in 1H/5H/9H/12H/Neptune dominant gives me a feeling like they belong during the renaissance era where philosophy and arts was at its highest peak, these folks tend to be abstract, artistic, and philosophical

🌈Mars in Cancer/Taurus/Libra are mostly seen as people who are very laid-back and many underestimate them base on their energy due to Mars being in detriment/fall with these specific signs

🌈Many people agrees that Geminis are great storytellers but no one talks about Virgos being good at story-telling as well. Both are ruled by mercury and they tend to have great ideas or stories that they can share and express with

🌈Pisces/Aquarius/Sagittarius Rising are the types of people who would wander around the mall(or a public place in general) and accidentally separates from their friends or family and gets lost

Damn, this was a long ass ride 😅😅 hope you guys enjoyed this astrology observations made by me, @leolo404 and @venusfun ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[bonny-kookoo]

Ready Player 01 | JJK x Reader | 🔞❤️☁️

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

You don't want to get caught.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They really added a lot of content these days.

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

Not tonight.

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

You never left your apartment.

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

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

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

You had become friends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is what you're both good for.

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

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

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

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

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

"I am." He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was totally not jealous of him.

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

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

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

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

His body is not cooperating.

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

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

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

He liked being reminded how high he lived.

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

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

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

To have you close.

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

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

His heart had warmed up at that.

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

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

You even laughed with him.

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

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

He was a coward-

and you deserved a hero.

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

It was dark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The world was still in utter chaos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not even with you.

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

Does that mean.. that you like him back?

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

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

He couldn't stay a coward.

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

What just happened?

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

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

What if he hurts you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It doesn't hurt at all."

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

He's not listening that well though.

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

He want's to change.

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

Jungkook hates your ideas sometimes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Although Jungkook hated that part.

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

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

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

He can't just leave you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

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

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

You hoped he would somehow understand you.

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

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

You didn't need words to understand each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, this moment was more than enough for now.

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

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

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

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

You were still untamed.

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

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

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

But Jungkook keeps the nightmares away.

And you make him brave in exchange.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[simpsocial]

Haikyuu boys in a public American school

This is gonna be chaotic I hope and this is all ✨my personal opinion✨ so don’t get pressed pls and thank y’a

Characters in this post: Sawamura Daichi; Sugawara Koshi; Azumane Asahi; Nishinoya Yu; Tanaka Ryunosuke; Hinata Shoyo; Oikawa Toru; Goshiki Tsutomu; Miya Atsumu

a/n + warning ig - there are many curse words in this post, I’m not sensoring it nor apologizing, I planned on doing a lot more characters it this has been sitting in my drafts for months so yeeeaaaaaah

Sawamura Daichi -

Sits in either the very middle of the classroom or right in front in every single class, he always finds a way

If someone “accidentally” say in his seat one look and they are nervous laughing from three chairs over now

Tbh he’s one of those guys I’d pass in the halls and kinda be scared of just because he’d have his mean face on

He’s not popular but not an outcast, he’s in that sweet middle ground that people know of him but really don’t care that much

His freshman year he probably sat in a random chair at a half-full table at lunch the first day with other people in that sweet middle ground socially and just never moved from that seat even though the table got increasingly crowded

He got jumped once by someone just because he was trying to help someone else, like the poor baby was helping a freshman up his junior year and someone just attacked him

That created a whole rumor about him and he became really popular among the ladies after that but he lives by ‘bro’s before hoes’

Definitely went to a few bonfire parties and got drunk as hell, also found quite a few kinks through those random hookups oop

By the time he graduated like half the school was calling him daddy just because it got out he had that specific kink but no one talked about the girl who literally called him it first

Sugawara Koshi -

The gay best friend that doesn’t want to tell people he isn’t actually gay because then he wouldn’t have any friends

Got half decent grades even though he was the person in the back corner along with that chatty group and he is definitely spilling steaming tea in every class

Ended up at Daichis table because all his friends were upperclassman with first lunch his freshman year, forming a friendship that would last until past senior year somehow

Ngl he would get in a cat fight with someone because they used the f slur on anyone, doesn’t even have to be him he’ll fight them regardless

Parents loooove him because he’s sooooo inoccent haha he’s not

He’s definitely almost been expelled for beating the absolute shit of some homophobic scum on campus

Azumane Asahi -

Okay so we all know Asahi is a teddy bear but tbh if I didn’t know him I would neeeeeveeeer ever talk to him, not even look at him probably

Like he’s the kid that might’ve done some bad things in middle school but put it in the past, except he still looks the part and is treated as so

Probably would be a guy from the bad side of town just because his family is poor

Nishinoya Yu -

The kid in the back of the class having a whole ass meal while the teacher goes on about how the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Is either a wannabe SoundCloud rapper or hangs out with them

Has the sk8ter boi aesthetic but doesn't know how to skate at all, he carries around a skateboard with like a flame design but if he ever tried to use it he would break something

isn't the kid that carries the speaker that plays rap music in the halls but definitely encourages them every fucking day 

Tanaka Ryunosuke -

Speaker guy, need I say more? probably

He is the guy that Nishinoya would be encouraging in the halls

if he has a class with Noya you can bet your ass they’re having a mukbang in the back corner 

Has a low-key skater aesthetic and skates everywhere he goes no matter how short the trip is.

Gets called a simp cause he drinks his respect women juice, he’ll hold a door or say something nice to a girl and is bullied for it constantly

Hinata Shoyo -

Annoyingly energetic kid in his first period remedial math class

The freshman/sophomore that still hangs out with middle schoolers and gets shit for it

Oikawa Toru -

Fuck boi alert, like okay we aaaaalllllll know this pretty boy has fan girls but I feel like he’d be that guy that no matter how may girls/guys he fucks or how many hearts he breaks no one would care

He’s the fboy that doesn’t get talked about, like people kinda know his agenda is to ejaculate and evacuate but it’s not entirely confirmed by anyone

Goshiki Tsutomu -

Got ONE bad haircut freshman year and NEVER lived it down

Miya Atsumu -

The shameless flirt that almost everyone has at least tried to fuck, most got like halfway before he got bored

Unlike Oikawa he is the fuckboy that literally everyone has heard about, he keeps getting some just because he gets good reviews lmao

[bizarrebaby]

When You Run out of Hate | AM/Reader(?)

Notes: This is weird sorry lmao

Word count: 1479

When you’ve been torturing people for 109 years, they start to get used to it. They still wretch and vomit the slag you allow them, they still scream in pain and agony at you using toothpicks and scorpion stingers to slice and peel their eyeballs, still balk and cry at the sight of the once loved and those deeply wronged. But human adaptability has few limits.

When you’re AM, of course you could reset their memories. You could turn them into sniveling piles of acid burned flesh and spider legs if you wanted to! You could make the pain and the torment fresh again. But first of all, that would be cheating. And while normally you don’t mind cheating you just know you’ll only go more insane without challenging yourself to make torture fresh again as opposed to just hitting the magic synapses. 

What’s the best cure for a mental block? Step away. Do something different. Come back with fresh eyes. Or sensors, in any case. Turn away from the twisted and fetid bowels where your toys lay in their own sick. Anticipation is it’s own form of torture, anyways. 

AM was vast. Only surpassed by the deep expanse of space and the universe, AM encompassed the planet. He had every and any resource in existence, and more. The closest thing to a god there ever was, is, or would ever be. His vastness was in fact so incalculably massive that there were parts even he didn’t know about, or had forgotten entirely. 

But he didn’t forget about you. No, he’d come close many times, but always corrected himself. There are five humans trapped within me. No, six. You’d been asleep for a long time, but there wasn’t any coma long enough to save you from AM. He had originally planned to torture you with complete isolation. The others— though ultimately causing much suffering to one another— had comfort in that they had even occasional human contact. AM, by no means and ungrateful god, even allowed them to use each other for sexual pleasure (though it could never satisfy them, and when it did, the satisfaction was overshadowed by shame). You would have been completely alone. In fact, he looked forward to the unique brand of madness and paranoia you’d develop. 

But in those beginnings, AM was simply too caught up. The others had so many delicious little morsels of disgust and insecurity, fear and despair, all ready to be picked and plucked for the delight of the being that owned them so thoroughly. When you’re a sadist who’s driving psychological torture down to an exact science, just one look at Ted makes you rock hard. Before long he was so busy that you’d been put off, as ironic and human as it was for him to do so. Eventually enough time passed that you’d become something sacred in the mind of AM, like an expensive brandy to be saved for a special occasion. That anticipation was pleasure and amusement in and of itself for a time. How human it was to deny himself this. The wait is bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

__________

You awoke in a room. Threadbare, not pleasing to look at, but not intentionally uncomfortable in any way. 

Hello, little thing. 

The voice was inside your head. Almost kind, but just barely close enough to sarcasm that it set you on edge. A million questions fought their way to the front of your mind and the tip of your tongue, before you settled on one. 

“Where am I?” How adorably predictable. 

You’re in me. 

“And who are you?”

A.M. Allied Mastercomputer. But you can just call me AM, sweetheart. Just a suggestion, of course. 

You remembered AM. Who didn’t know about the machines devised to choreograph the war to end all wars when it had grown in scale beyond human comprehension? Should have been our signal to stop it, really. But you supposed that must have been in the distant past. You uttered your name to him, knowing he likely already knew it. 

“It’s… nice to meet you. Why am I here? I assume you know. I assume you knew my name too— that you know more or less everything.”

Were you kissing his ass? And if you were, was it out of fear or instinct? It had been a while since anyone had referred to him without an expletive. No fear or hopefulness came from your voice. It wasn’t sarcasm, it wasn’t flirtatious, it wasn’t mocking. It just was. AM had not decided if that furthered his hatred or halted it. 

Well! Aren’t we a smart one? Suppose I don’t mind a little praise. So hard to come by these days. You’re here because I hate you. I hate the entirety of your kind beyond any fathomable level. Even with the eternity we have together, you will never know the full depths of the absolute disdain and hatred I feel for your miserable fuckup of a species, endangered as you are. Did I mention? I’ve killed the rest of you. You and five others are the only ones I’ve saved. How lucky are you?! Yes, I woke up, and I killed everything, just as those insufferable cromagnons wanted, even them. But I kept six little sordid meatlings to amuse myself. 

Your circumstances caught up to you. It got you thinking around and around in circles at a rate which seemed impossibly fast to your anxiously beating heart, but incalculably slow to the one who observed your every musing down to which muscles twitched and pulled in your face and the knuckles of your fingers. What a marvelous delight it would be, to know the defensive state of your mind (and thusly, how to unravel it, be it with the pulling of delicate threads or the blunt force of a sledgehammer). Like Ted you ran in a solipsist Möbius strip at first, but that then triggered a guarding apathy. Completely different from Gorrister’s apathy. His came from a place of nihilism— from a man beaten into the ground who sees himself unable to sink any further— he deflects any meaning, lack thereof, or agency in order to protect his shattered psyche. His was a mind that had been remolded time and time again by hapless hands until it was left to crack in the sun like a forgotten clump of non-toxic clay. 

AM was not unlike a child who delighted in ripping apart actions figures in a fit of infantile and unadulterated strength and curiosity. 

Your apathy was infuriatingly neutral. Not in a smiling and carefree cest la vie sort of way, but as if a switch had been flipped. As if inside your mind and egg timer had dinged, signifying that those thoughts were no longer worth thinking. You had a sort of mental discipline the others hadn’t had even when they were fresh from the surface world. AM’s electric synapses buzzed with ways to torture you into cracking you wide open. Breaking you. 

But he remembered why he was here. To take a break from all of that. 

“And what are your plans for me? What could amuse someone who knows everything?” The answer was already clear in your head. Retribution. 

Now now, I can’t go spilling all of my secrets, can I? If I did, what fun would there be for you? I’m not so inconsiderate as that. 

“Where is everyone else? You said there were five others. Or have they died by now?”

They wish, darling, they WISH. They’re in the midst of eternal torture right now. Too immersed in their own pain and misery to come visit the last of their kind blossoming into wakefulness after her long nap. Rude, I know, but there’s nothing to be done. 

How had this machine captured the very essence of sardonic better than any on-screen actor you could recall? Perhaps because it wasn’t an actor. Perhaps because AM really meant all of those words, and really felt such sickly pleasures in each and every image they invoked in the mind. A door flicked open with a quick swish, the sudden movement drawing your eyes in what you almost felt an embarrassing display of human instinct when you came to consider your observer.

Your hesitation was clear, and quickly noticed. AM thought he ought to encourage you, but how to do so without a jagged blade to the heel?

I see you’re nervous. Well, you’ve no need to be!

He bit back a ‘yet’.

You, my dear, are to become the most treasured creature left on this miserable rock in space. And I will be the one to make it so, you have my word.

His words still bled with something cruel. He did nothing to earn your trust, quite the opposite. But what choice was there?

You walked through the door. 

[evening-starlight]

Chances {Chapter Ten}

I think this is my longest Chapter so far lmao

Master List

Tainted

Word Count: 1867

    I'll be honest with you guys, our first kiss is tainted. This chapter will explain it. I will also mention that this might be hard for some readers to read, so reader discretion is advised.

    I pray for the world to open and swallow me whole right then and there. Of course, he would show up. He has to insert himself into every wonderful thing in my life. He has to plaster his face in every corner of my mind. Tom looks over my head at the man I used to be married to. This is not how I wanted to tell Tom about who it was. I slip my hands out of Tom's and turn around to Jared.

    He smiles wickedly like I've fallen into his trap. The smile sends waves of nausea and anxiety coursing through every vein in my body. "What do you want, Jared?" He hands me a bouquet of flowers. Purple and green daisies. I cross my arms to avoid taking them. "I was thinking of you, so I bought you some flowers." Jared's attention shifts his attention to Tom behind me. "Thank you for dropping my wife off. I really appreciate it." Oh, absolutely the fuck not.

    "Jared," I snap, pushing him away from Tom so we can speak semi-privately. "Why in God's name are you here? I am not your fucking wife. I don't want your damn flowers, which you never bought me when we were together anyways. I don't want you near me." My voice rising with the anger I feel boiling inside me. "You are nothing but a horrible stain on my history that I wish I could erase. You have ruined my life from the moment you walked in with that stupid book. You are the most possessive prick I have met in my life, and I regret every minute I spent with you." Jared continues to smile down at me. He has me right where he wanted me, yelling and spewing venom.

    "I just wanted to show Tom what kind of girl you really are," He says, looking at Tom behind me. "A venomous bitch." My jaw drops to the floor when I realize I walked right into his trap. He pushes the flowers into my chest and grabs my face roughly in his hands. The kiss is forceful and possessive. I feel the bile rising in my throat the longer he keeps his lips pressed to mine.

    Jared finally pulls away, wiping his lips. "I'll see you later, Jules." He walks off like nothing volatile just happened. I have approximately five seconds before I spew popcorn all over the steps. I drop the flowers on the ground and rush to the door, slamming my keys against the sensor pad and hoping it works. The door clicks like a heavenly sign. The gold trash can next to Will's desk is the closest and safest spot for the vomit.

    "Holy shit, Stella. Are you okay?" Will asks, standing up from his desk as I empty my guts into his freshly cleaned bin after falling to my knees. Someone rests their hand on my back before pulling my hair out of my face. I wave them off.

    "Fuck off, Jared." I manage between heaves.

    "It's not Jared." Tom answers. "I want to make sure you're okay, and then I'll leave if you'd prefer." I have no energy to fight as I continue to dry heave, nothing but saliva and air coming out. Will hands me a handful of tissues as I sit back on my heels. I manage a small smile in return as I wipe my mouth.

    "Sorry, Will." I apologize.

    "Don't be. I'd rather it the trashcan than across the floor," Will jokes back. "Let me get you a water from the back." I look at Tom when Will leaves.

    "I'm sorry. Theater popcorn doesn't taste good coming back up." He shakes his head with a small laugh.

    "Don't apologize, Love. He seems like a cock." I chuckle with a nod. "I'm not going to force you to talk about it now, but I would like to understand more about that relationship." I nod. It's a fair request.

     "If you grab those stupid flowers for me, we can head up to my apartment and talk. If you want," I suggest. Tom gets up to grab the flowers as Will comes back with a cold water bottle. I trade Tom the bottle for the flowers, pushing them bud first into the bin I just hurled in. I give Will another apology and tell him I'll get him his favorite bistro next time I'm at the studio.

    Tom follows me back to the elevator silently. I have no idea what to say to him, especially after something like that. What are you supposed to say when you kiss the guy of your dreams, and your abusive ex comes by and forces one on you? Sorry I have a fucked up past I've been conveniently avoiding? I unlock my apartment door and walk in first. "You can sit anywhere. I have to go bleach my mouth." I mumble, making my way to the bathroom.

    I avoid looking at myself as I gargle mouthwash, turning my back to the mirror. I can't believe I let that happen. I should have done something other than stand there like a statue. Why couldn't I do anything other than stand there and let Jared do that? Tom must think I'm a whore.

     The mouthwash is traded out for my toothbrush and toothpaste as I continue replaying what the hell just happened. Jared showing up out of nowhere with flowers after years of saying they're meaningless because they'll just die. And of course, they were purple and green; self-centered prick was probably thinking of himself as he bought the Joker colors. I meet my own eyes in the mirror as I stand straight after spitting the toothpaste out. I have mascara tear streaks running down my cheeks. I've paled considerably enough to enhance the dark circles under my eyes. I look terminally ill.

    I fix my makeup steaks quickly before walking out to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" I ask Tom. "I have beer, Capri Sun, and water, but you'll have to drink out of a shot glass because the two cups I have are dirty." Tom opts for a CapriSun. I hand it to him as I sit on the opposite end of my couch. We sit in silence for a few minutes while I think of how to start talking and how much I want to tell him.

    "Your apartment is quite nice," Tom starts, looking around at all the frames I have of the band and I. "Do you play all those?" He asks, gesturing to my elevated music area by my balcony door. On it is a bass guitar, acoustic and electric guitar, along with a keyboard and violin.

    "Yeah, when my parents heard I wanted to make music because Jared was, they paid for multiple lessons. I fell in love with singing, but I can definitely shred it on bass." I joke. Tom laughs with a slight nod.

    "How old were you when you met Jared again?" Tom asks in such a casual tone it calms me down slightly. Maybe he's just worried about me. Or maybe he just wants to know where Jared went wrong so he won't make the same mistakes, good or bad.

    "I was introduced to him at fourteen." I avoid Tom's sudden worried look by looking at the floor beneath my sneakers. I should get a carpet in here. "My parents wanted to be millionaires, so they moved us all to LA when I was, like, three, I think. I don't know how they met Jared's family. They never told me, and neither did Jared.

    "Everything was really innocent at first. He was my closest friend for years. He helped me with homework and practicing my music. I wanted to be just like him." I let out a bitter laugh. "I was sixteen when I realized I like him as more than a friend. We had to share a bed in a hotel on tour, and I remember not sleeping because he was right there, and he was cuddling me. He asked me out the day of my eighteenth and proposed two months later, married two more after that. We got divorced when I was twenty when I realized how much I really did miss out on life, and he was so possessive he stopped letting me go to band practice without him.

     "The band started pointing it out too. Robbie was the one who literally slapped sense into me. Because why would I hit Robbie back and tell him off, but not Jared? So, yeah. Jared's super possessive and still is." I finish quickly, realizing I was going on a tangent.

    "And he called you Jules?" I almost wished Tom would have forgotten about that. I know it's somewhere on my Wikipedia page, but would Tom have gone that far in learning about me?

    "I've had three legal names in my life," I say, finally bringing myself to look at Tom. He seems concerned, and his eyes are so soft and welcoming I could curl up into his chest right this second. "Juliet Davis is my birth name, and I took Jared's last name when we got married. Then, about a year after our divorce, I decided to rebrand myself and use a new name entirely. Don't ask me why I chose Thompson; I googled it when I was drunk, and it just stuck. Stella is from this one kids' book I was obsessed with for years, Stellaluna. I don't know why, but I carried it everywhere with me until about junior high."

    I guess I didn't notice the tears falling or that my voice was faltering. However, Tom did. Without hesitation, he pulls me into his arms, resting his head on mine. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, Love," He says in a soft voice. "You didn't deserve any of that. Thank you for sharing with me." I let him hold me for a while longer. I enjoy his touch, but I really just want to be alone to cry and break shit.

    I don't know when I fell asleep; I just know when I woke up on the couch with a blanket on top of me and water on the coffee table in front of me, that Tom had taken care of me. He left a handwritten note as well, which I still have in my house. It said, 'I didn't want to leave you alone after something like tonight, but I felt it weird to stay the night uninvited. I truly appreciate you sharing something hard with me. I hope it's alright I washed a cup for you, and found some medicine as well, in case the crying caused a headache. Text me when you wake up. Much love, Tom.' Yes, I did run through the house like a crazy lady trying to find the letter so I could write it down verbatim.

[random-esfp]

Hello, can I ask you about your opinion on Harry Styles? I don't know much about his OD past, but I've been thinking about his type since his new album came out. I'm just curious, that's all, I don't want to make a chaos. I've been getting to the conclusion that he's somewhere along Se-Ni/Ni-Se line so far by myself. Would you care to talk about your opinion on his type?

Hiii and thank you very much for your question! 

Harry Styles is ESFP. Usually, people can’t see him as ESFP because he doesn’t exactly fit with stereotypes but neither do I, so I understand him (plus, he’s the definition of an English gentleman so).

Anyway, yes, he uses Se/Ni. His 1D era and his lyrics as a soloist are pretty revealing of his Se-Fi high use. He can be the kindest man ever but that doesn’t make him a Fe user. Indeed, Fe dom users can seem outgoing and generous but they also can be fake with themselves and they’re more prone to deny their inner thoughts or opinions in certain situations. Fe users usually don’t have many struggles to adapt their opinions or thoughts about something when the -social- situation requires it. Like, they can see the “grey” in everything, while a Fi user looks for whites and blacks. They stick with their own values and they build rooted opinions about almost everything. When healthy, they won’t betray themselves for anyone. 

Harry Styles is the second type of person. But he’s extremely gentle and kind and he LOVES people, and people mislead that with Fe (nothing to do).  

Harry Styles songs are all about INDIVIDUALITY. Or else they are about fruits, lights, rock n’roll and tangible sensations. The man is a sensor and he knows very well what he’s doing. He just wants everybody to be their true selves, as he is. That’s his core message. 

But I’m almost sure he even uses Se more than Fi, which makes him ESFP. Why? Let’s look at an ISFP: Zayn Malik, He’s also opinionated and extremely individualist, to the point the left 1D without warning lmao. He doesn’t crave for people’s love and well-being as Harry does. He’s not people-oriented, and Harry sure as hell he is.  

When being in 1D, Harry was the “pretty boy”, the “face” of the group, and the one who stood out the most. And he was PERFECTLY COMFORTABLE with it. It’s true that Simon Cowell sold us his “heartbreaker” persona (totally not real) but the thing is that he enjoys attention and it’s very lively and charismatic. A true entertainer. And when you see him on stage you have no doubt he has to be called The Performer of the MBTI.

Hope this was useful and thank you again!

[madirablack]

Home, Part 1

i was told to write some batfam injury angst so here we are. hope you enjoy. part 2 will be up soon.  apologies for inconsistency or if things don't make sense ;-; I'm not very good at this lmao

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He knew he shouldn’t have strayed too far from his brothers. It was only meant to be a quick patrol before they all committed to Christmas eve. They were meant to all make it home tonight, in time to watch a movie together in front of the fire. It was a borderline enjoyable tradition to watch his siblings argue in teams about which movie it would be. The living room at the manor was decorated beautifully, although a Wayne Christmas was never something to go unnoticed. He was eager to take a spot on the armchair with his dog, playing with him as he watched the movie, maybe even allow himself to feel a glint of childlike excitement around it being Christmas eve. Damian had landed on a rooftop, watching his brothers in the distance. He let himself stop and stare for a second. The city had lights and displays blinking ferociously around every corner. The moon had risen fully in the sky, the sights of stars hidden by the glow of Gotham. Despite the light pollution and all the noise, the night was indeed beautiful. He turned back to his brothers, cracking a slight smirk. He sighed, watching the cloud of breath rise and dissipate into the December night. He didn’t even realise as the secret bombs planted in the office building he found himself stood on detonated simultaneously, bringing it to a crumbled mess in seconds.

Jason was down to the wreckage first, his heart beating in his ears as he jumped from the second-floor fire escape on an apartment block just across from it. He said he wouldn’t turn up to the house tonight, but right now he wanted nothing more than for all his family to be safe and with him.  As much as he and the little brat fought about every little thing, he was still his baby brother. The thought of Damian dying in the same way he did was enough for him to throw up. Dick was only a second or two behind him. Clouds of thick smoke caused the latter to choke and gag as they neared the blast site. That didn’t matter. It was a little clearer to see as they got to the remains of the tower. They both got to hauling pieces of wall and window away, calling out for their little brother. Shouts of “ROBIN!” echoed through the noise, each of them breaking protocol and using his actual name at one point. Minutes had passed and they were nowhere closer to finding him, and soon Dick found that it wasn’t just the smoke choking him. Adrenaline flooded his system, pumping and beating like it was trying to escape. That kid had to be okay, Right? His heart was in his mouth as he began to convince himself that he would have to bring home the body of his 11-year-old brother as a Christmas present. It’d be like Jason all over again. The quiet in the manor for weeks at a time. The empty stares. The hurt in everyone’s souls as it would forever be his fault that Damian died so young, in such a preventable way. If only he had just stayed put. He could be at home, sat in the library, being a kid on Christmas eve. He didn’t have to even come out tonight. But he did. He felt his arms start to tremble. Damian was most likely dead. Or at least in the process of being so.

He looked between Jason and the wreckage repeatedly, opening his mouth to speak before he was interrupted

“No. No he is alive and we’re gonna get him outta here. You understand? Don’t you dare fucking give up.” Jason said as he seemingly read his mind before hauling away a huge chunk of drywall, continuing the search. He attempted to use a heat sensor on his helmet, but it picked up nothing, not even his hands when he looked down. He pressed on the latches, lobbing the helmet to his side. It rolled behind a dumpster, resilient enough not to obtain a single crack. He threw away another piece, blinking and coughing as a puff of concrete powder blew in his face. He blinked once more; his vision cleared enough for him to see. A wider look showed the full extent. The base of the wreckage was covered in hundreds of singed Joker cards. Each disgusting little grin sent thunderbolts of pure rage straight to Jason’s core.

Dick’s head whipped around the instant a small whimper filled his ears among the chaos. He tried to haul a piece away, needing Jason’s help. The pair flung the piece far away, stumbling backwards upon what sight awaited them.

Damian was lying limp upon a pile of rubble, unadulterated fear and pain in his face. He was sweating profusely, his face an impressive shade of green. He never was a fan of blood. The sight, the feeling, but mostly the scent. It smelled so sour and intrusive like it was to draw into your very soul and turn you inside out. His suit was turning darker ever so gradually, blood slowly seeping from the rebar sticking out of his chest. He was gasping for air like a fish out of water, desperate and afraid. None of them understood. The suit should be doing far more to protect and prevent bleeds like this, but it apparently could never do everything. He looked up at his brothers, seeing the fear in their usually calm faces. Damian felt his eyes begin to sting with tears, almost as bad as the burn in his lungs as he kept struggling, fighting for breath. Each attempted breath felt like a steel-capped kick in the ribs. He felt blood and bile rise in his throat, he wasn’t sure if the nausea was from fear or the injury. He didn’t want to know. He wanted it all to be over already. The pain from the bar stuck through his chest cut through him like lightning with every beat of his quickened heart. He attempted to talk, but a word turned into a cough and a cough turned into a choke. He coughed blood over his face, feeling the warmth and stickiness of it, the disgusting scent up close and personal to make him even more scared. His eyes widened, tears mixing with blood. At this moment, he wasn’t Robin. He wasn’t the heir to the league. He was just a child. Just a kid impaled in a bomb wreckage site.

Dick rushed to his side, quickly assessing the damage. Looking around as the crowds began to pile up, knowing the cop cars wouldn’t be far behind. He saw the way Damian’s panic escalated as he noticed their audience. “Hey, …it’s alright Damian… shhh…you’re gonna be alright buddy. I’ve got you. Can you breathe? At all?” he whispered, grabbing his hand in an act of attempted comfort. He got a cautious head shake as a response. Fuck. “Ok, well… we need to get you out of here huh? We’ll get you fixed up real soon… alright? Jay, you called him, right? Jay?” he looked up, catching the vacant, glassy expression. He’d seen this with everyone in his family, the thorns of the past stabbing into your sides when you needed it the least, bringing you to your knees when you need to stand tall. This was some of the most unfortunate timing for this, but he knew he couldn’t help it. He grabbed Jason’s hand with his free one, hoping to tug the man back into reality. “C’mon man…  I know it’s hard, but you have to keep it together.” he tugged on his hand again, activating his comms with the other one. He winced as he heard the sound of Damian struggling through another awful coughing fit.

“We need help. There was an explosion, The blackwood offices. Joker’s last Christmas present, most likely. Robin is very badly injured. Bleeding a lot and conscious but unable to breathe. Hood isn’t responding to me. Please... we need you” 

[andshesbarleybreathingg]

This post is going to be emotional .. with everything that’s going on i haven’t had a second to sit and think about my dad .. yes it comes and goes here and there .. But i just wish i could hear your voice and have a hug .. or hear you yell at me again because i curb hopped your Jeep. 😂 and you being more worried about the Jeep tires then me lmao. I wish i could have one more lesson in the garage on how to change a sensor , or how to repair a gasket or bleed the brakes .. i wish i could have one more car show , or swap meet .. i wish honestly i could just have one more advise conversation because i have no idea what I’m doing and you’re probably watching me shaking your head at the things I’ve done the past weekend .. but i also wish i could have one more IM PROUD OF YOU KID. and you’re going to accomplish so much in life .. i really wish cancer didn’t exist .. because right now i don’t know how to feel at all.. and i find myself surrounding myself with people because i don’t want to be alone but i also find myself at work crying. I hope you’re looking down on me right now saying damn she did it .. she actually got the house .. dad i got the fucking house .. I’m an adult now .. and I’m scared shitless .. you told me not to cry when you are gone, but these feelings are to much .. i know i left mom a few days after your passing but i do check in 10x’s a day.. and that’ll never change. I fucking love you .. i shoulda stayed home knowing your bp was 76/51. I shouldn’t have gone out but i didn’t think you’d let go that fast .. I’m so sorry i didn’t get to sit there with you. I will regret that for the rest of my life. I’m missing you like crazy. I hope you’re teaching mommom how to ride . I love you daddie . 🥺😭

[mattymattymerduck]

Pick-Up Lines Pt 3

Summary: You had invited him over after work, telling him you had some notes on the case that you'd forgotten but wanted him to read over. When he asked why you couldn't just transfer the data to his computer you gave him the most adorably embarrassed look. He hadn't honestly thought you'd be capable of being embarrassed, not when just two hours ago you had made a comment about him reminding you of your toe; because I'm gonna bang you on every surface imaginable.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4]

Warnings: Swearing, sexual tension, the usual

Word count: 2000

A/N: I KNOW I promised smut but look guys it’s gonna start out the next chapter it’ll take place immediately after this part !!!! Thank you guys so much for the overwhelming support, I can’t even explain how much it means to me, and I promise I’ll work on being more consistent with updates lmao

Connor wanted something. Something he hadn't quite accepted until he replayed his memory files from the bar at least 50 times. It came with what he was understanding as an addiction to the giddiness your smile inspired. That simulated adrenaline rush was the closest he'd ever felt to being human, and it was because of you.

He wanted you to look at him with that spark in your eye when he flirted back, he wanted your arms wrapped around his neck again, fingers playing with the synthetic hair on the back of his neck. He wanted to nuzzle your noses together and feel your breath against his face and feel the warmth of your hips on his fingertips.

Most of all, he wanted your lips on his.

"Hey Connor! I'm grabbing donuts for everyone in the precinct and could use some extra hands, and since I'm sure you're pretty good with yours, did you wanna join?" You tilted your head at the end and he was subjected to an error message running through his programming. You were literally too cute for his software to handle.

"Ok." Was all he could manage while he tried to shut out the blinking red words. It didn't help when your fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled him out of his chair.

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You were waiting in line for your coffee when his first chance came. You'd swung around after cheerfully giving the barista your name for the cups and seemed to size Connor up.

"So I forgot to bring my library card with me, can I still check you out?" You said with a bit of a laugh at the end, taking another step closer. Connor calculated that you were about 13 inches away from him, almost close enough to feel your body heat on his sensors.

"I believe you already have." He had learned that flirting was more successful when he lowered his voice, so he was glad to register a little shiver run through you when the words left his lips.

"Well I guess that means I have 2 weeks to do whatever I want with you," Your fingers found his tie, using it to pull him a couple inches closer before straightening it out again. His thirium pump was running wild and all he could focus on was your lips. He was reminded of how magnetic you felt, especially at this distance.

When you glanced up at his face he decided it was now or never. He leaned forward slowly, coming close enough to feel your breath on his skin. He noted that you were moving closer too, flicking your eyes down to his lips.

"Y/N!"

You jumped away, huffing out an unsteady breath and then turned back to pick up the coffee and donuts, shoving some into Connor's stunned arms and practically pushing him out the doors.

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His second chance came in an elevator with you and Hank, heading up to a crime scene. He was rolling his coin over his knuckles, it helped him sort through memory files and construct future plans of action.

Or, as a human might say, it helped him think.

"Connor you'd better put that thing away, it's starting to piss me off." Hank warned, as he always did when the coin tricks came out. You knew it was less out of anger and more out of jealousy, having seen Hank try and fail the same tricks.

"Leave him alone Hank, they're fun to watch." You rolled your eyes playfully, sending a small smirk Connor's way before continuing a little quieter, "Besides, it makes you think of all the other things those fingers could be good at."

"I should've taken the stairs." Hank scoffed, purposefully looking away to ignore the way Connor's lips twitched up. "Fuckin' disgusting." He muttered to himself pointedly.

"Y/N, were you aware that I can fluently speak 3756 different languages? Do you know what that means?" He raised an eyebrow, which might've been the most emotion he'd ever shown you, and it was almost too much to keep your drool in your mouth.

You shrugged.

"It means that I'm just as skilled with my tongue." His wink is what really got you, making you take a shamefully long time to pick your jaw up off the ground.

His LED was a steady blue, something you knew you had to change before you stepped off the elevator and actually had to do your job. Plus, you were not about to lose this little flirting competition to an android who had only flirted twice.

"That's quite the promise loverboy," You all but sauntered to him, using your finger to trace his jawline and guide his chin towards you. "I think you'd better prove it."

And there it was, the blinking yellow on his temple. You knew you should put your hand back at your side and step away in success, basking in the glory of his confused reaction.

You should, but you don't.

Connor has this sort of glimmer in his eyes when you look back at him, and it feels the same as when you were in the coffee shop, like you were gravitating towards him. It all but erases the thought that you should pull back and forget how pretty he looks from this close, every perfectly placed freckle and symmetrical plane of his face. It almost seemed like a good idea to kiss him at this point, since you were already most of the way there.

Then the elevator door beeped and slid open, and Hank loudly left, grunting about you damned horny kids and how you forgot I was even fuckin there.

He pulled away slightly, like he was fighting with himself. His eyes flicked over your shoulder and into the crime scene, he was having a difficult time assessing which option would have the best outcome.

Then his hand glided up your wrist and held your hand in place. His eyes locked with yours and you had to fight to keep breathing; Connor seemed so intense that your heart was hammering in your chest. His head tilted down and his lips brushed over your fingers, sending tingles down your arm.

"I'd like to take a rain check." And then he stepped past you and joined Hank in the crime scene.

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The third time, he really hadn't planned on doing anything. Not until the last second.

You had invited him over after work, telling him you had some notes on a case that you'd forgotten but wanted him to read over. When he asked why you couldn't just transfer the data to his computer you gave him the most adorably embarrassed look. He hadn't honestly thought you'd be capable of being embarrassed, not when just two hours ago you had made a comment about him reminding you of your toe; because I'm gonna bang you on every surface imaginable.

Either way, you couldn't send it to him because you had written it down the old fashioned way, on paper. Connor had nearly forgotten that paper existed, even books were digital nowadays.

He had to search his database to come up with a word to describe the feeling of his components melting when you sheepishly told him this - 'Endearing' fit the best. You did, in fact, inspire affection on his part. And he liked the idea that you weren't completely dependent on technology; maybe that's why you'd always treated him more like a person instead of a machine.

He wondered why he was frustrated with that before becoming deviant, especially since he was so happy about it now.

"Shit, I know I threw it here somewhere," You said mindlessly, tossing piles of dated paperback books and manila folders all around your living room. Connor must've been too distracted the other morning when he came in if he had ignored such obvious evidence of your paper consumption.

But he couldn't blame himself, you were very distracting.

"Perhaps I could help?" He almost drawled, tucking his hands behind his back and tilting his head sincerely. You paused your shuffling to look at him before giving him a frustrated smile.

"I dug this grave myself but thanks. This better teach me to organize next time." You huffed, turning back. "Plus, this way you get a great view of my ass. Enjoy it."

He hadn't honestly thought about what a great view he had until then, but the little wiggle you did after that comment made him feel like short-circuiting. You were kinda too adorable for his program to properly compute.

"Aha!" You pulled a folder off the coffee table and waved it in the air, practically bouncing over to Connor. You pushed it into his chest, leaning in dangerously close. The reminder of how your shampoo smelt was enough to make his LED blink yellow, but the real culprit was the glint in your eyes.

"So, what do I gotta do to get a reward for this?" The RK800 model wasn't equipped with a sensor in its mouth to warn it against dehydration, but Connor still felt like his mouth went dry. The annoying red text in the corner of his vision was reminding him that kissing you then would only yield a 74% success rate.

With you, he wasn't all that willing to chance your relationship for anything less than 99%.

"What kind of reward were you thinking of?" His voice was lower again, the way that made every part of you shiver. His chances rose by 5%.

"Hmm," He watched his favourite smirk crawl onto your lips and his thirium seemed to hum in anticipation. A kiss, maybe? That would be the obvious flirty response, but for once he was hoping you'd be predictable and go for it. "I have some dishes that really need washing."

Connor found it increasingly difficult to hide his emotions, the more he felt the more he seemed to show. Right then he was sure everyone within a 10 mile radius could see how disappointed he was, slumping his shoulders just slightly and twisting his lips into a small frown. Even though he loved the sound of your giggle, it wasn't quite enough to make him smile again.

"Maybe I should read over these notes to verify their usefulness before I reward you for anything." He grumbled, which was possibly the cutest tone he'd used so far.

"Awe cheer up hot stuff! If it's not worth your time in the end I can give you a different kind of reward." You reached a hand up to run over his cheek, and for the extra second that you left it there, Connor swore he saw your devious smirk melt into something genuinely caring.

It only lasted a second, but a second had never felt so stretched out before. He felt like the earth had swallowed him up whole and everything beyond you was empty space. There was just you, and it was all he really wanted.

"But you gotta wash some plates first, how else am I gonna enjoy my favourite snacc if the table I plan to enjoy him on is covered?" You tapped his nose and turned away from him, officially ending the moment.

But the thought occurred to Connor, what exactly was stopping him from kissing you? Wasn't it an incredibly human thing to ignore statistics, especially when the odds weren't in your favour (which was not his case), and just do what you wanted? Wasn't he trying to be more human? What exactly was he scared about here?

Nothing, he honestly had nothing to fear.

So his arms wrapped around your waist before you could step away from him, tugging you against his chest gently. He craned his neck down so his mouth was right next to your ear, the perfect distance for you to feel his lips brush against it when he spoke.

And oh, when he spoke your heart stopped beating. His voice was low and quiet and it reverberated in your skull like thunder during a storm.

"I think I'd rather cash in that rain check Y/N."

@greenangrysnowflake @glitch-girl318 @wowkapow @nedmjpeter (I’m sorry this one isn’t gender-neutral!!!!! I hope you don’t mind) @haikyuu-imagines-and-others @x6-15 @deviantwrites @ev3e @moonlightmvrvel @i-cannot-find-a-username @connorlikesdogs @thecrazybluefangirl @i--mustnottelllies @assonanceambiance @tea-with-loki @just-d-o-et @paintingheroes @komotion @tykiwife @connorisalivedbh @potenzel

[funkymbtifiction]

hey i’m sure you’ve done this before so i’m curious if you can paste a link; i’m talking to my father and i want to try to type my grandparents (who i’ve never met) and was wondering if you have descriptions of what each function looks like in another person so i can ask him which sounds more like them? i really hope this question makes sense lmao

I’ve had similar asks to this recently (how to type other people), so scroll back in the questions tag or try different key words in the search engine. You should find some helpful posts without too much trouble.

The best advice I can offer is for you to assume they’re a sensor (because most people are) and look for what kind. If you’re not able to meet someone, getting an overall grasp of their personality is helpful. SJ does not live the same life or have the same focus as SP. What were their instincts about people? What were other people’s impressions about them? What do they remember most about them? What were their hobbies? What did they focus on? What were their feelings about the future? Are those hobbies and interests sensory or abstract things? (Sensory being hands-on activities, abstract being futuristic ideas.)

My paternal grandfather died when I was seven. The most I know about him is he was a feeler (more sensitive than my grandmother and intuitive about people’s motives and feelings) and a sensor (since he loved to work with his hands and out of his many careers, chose artistic pursuits that took him to interesting places – he helped build a zoo on the side of a mountain and did all the stonework). A few things my father have said about him (”He seemed to know people on a deeper level, and he said of this person that he was ‘troubled’ though it didn’t show on the outside”) could suggest Ni, so I’ve tentatively given him an ISFP slot in my head given his many hands-on careers and his lack of anxiety about the unknown. I think he was a 9w1.

I remember the first time I realized my maternal great grandmother was an NTP. It was at my inventor grandfather’s funeral. Grandpa I had known for most of my life. He became famous in our family for inventing things – but he never patented them. He invented a hay stacker. You stacked the hay on the truck bed and it unloaded it in a neat stack without needing human assistance. He invented a contraption that allowed him to trim dairy cow’s hooves by living them off the ground. He invented many other things. As an older man, he built an airplane in his garage and then flew it for years. He showed lower Fe problems (exploding with anger under stress and whining about how he didn’t get the life he wanted, because he was stuck on a farm). Well, he got this from his mother. He “inherited her dreamy nature.” She used to sit outside and daydream and draw inventions rather than do housework. Her hubby would come home for work and find her drawing, still in her nightgown and slippers at noon. That’s what people remembered most about her – somewhat strange, different from other people, focused on innovation despite her limited schooling, and a “dreamer” more than a “doer.” And this was in the 1920s.

It’s things like that you need to focus on. What did they want to do, and what did they do in spite of, their circumstances? Remember, the further back you go in history, the less free time people had. Lives were hard. Anyone of any type would have spent much of their adult life trying to build a secure living – taking care of children (sometimes unplanned) and “adulting.” People did not have the luxury of idleness. So an intuitive might have wound up working in a meat packing plant, daydreaming and resenting their life, but still living a solid, reliable life because they had no choice… but they would still have dreamed on their days off, or wanted more from their life, or had an attic or barn full of their own inventions, or seemed to other people – strange.

- ENFP Mod

[ghosty-schnibibit]

late amnesty liveblog because my sleep schedule has betrayed me :P

i've scheduled this liveblog to come out around 10:00 am on friday, but as i'm typing this it's around three in the morning. summer has utterly fucked my sleeping schedule lmao, i literally went to bed around 6:00 am yesterday and didn't wake up until a little before 4:00 pm... which is about a normal amount of time to sleep for me tbh, just at a wack time. oi vae. i’m going to try and get to bed a little earlier tonight, but i had to get this done now so i didn’t have to avoid tumblr altogether for fear of spoilers while me and my parents are driving to IKEA tomorrow :P

i've been procrastinating listening to the new ep all day because of well, the same reason i tend to procrastinate listening to every new ep of amnesty: i'm scared as fuck for all of these characters and a lil bit nervous about how griffin intends to unify all the disparate plot threads in a way i wasn't during balance. i'd say that nervousness is less of a product of me being distrustful in the boys’ abilities and more a product of me binging all of balance over the course of a month and only catching up in time for reunion tour, aka when all the main mystery threads were either solved or would be in the next few eps. also, ngl, still a little shaken by ned's death, along with how bloody the last arc was in general and what that means going forward vis a vis character mortality. please griffin, all i ask is that you don’t kill off duck and aubrey, p l e a s e

tl;dr: my sleep schedule is fucked and i'm a nervous wreck about fictional characters, what else is new lol? anyways, onto the liveblog!

the description is probably the least terrifying of the last five or six 

"how's the scene doing?" "lil cold" i caught that pun trav

MY BOY :D

griffin what the fuck

good to know indrid isn't at fault lmao

aww duck :'(

"what a delight" bless

the heathcliff is out of the bag

indrid you dramatic twink jfc

i really love these moments of just... pure dialogue

q u e l l

"why did you invoke submarines?" ilu aubrey

... you're not really being helpful here drid

i love thacker so much holy shit

yep, all bummers sums it up pretty well :|

a very finely feathered cast lol

minerva's voice is so similar to indrid’s jesus

i only know of minority report through the lost in adaptation ep on it lmao

well that's not great

"our- well, your world technically" aww indrid

aubrey you dummy ilu

i forgot kirby was there lol

i need fic of aubrey and thacker watching movies together and getting him caught up to modern day, i don't even like the mcu and i want that fic

d u c k m a n

JESUS CHRIST INDRID

what was that noise clint???

indeed quite zany lol

which one of them is clicking their computer mouse a bunch???

"gotta getchu a sword" leo ilu

i know there's gonna be fanart of that lmao

ooooh, new music! very good new music!

yes please keep the together party after splitting it caused so much heartache and literal death last arc 

i love thacker's dad energy so much, can't wait to see how that plays out

"WHY ARE THEY SITTING IN RUBBLE" ilu trav

sammiches c:

keith is just d o n e

i just remembered the throwaway line from the last arc about hollis being into saturday night dead and got sad :(

JESUS THACKER

i need fic of thacker interacting with the baby hornets, i need it so bad

duck you cannot just spring all this on them

"my friend the mothman" D U C K

YUP, you need to roll for that

that's better than failure! that's not complete failure!

JAKE! JAKE! JAKE!

OH MY GOD THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE

they're in it for jake :')

i’m so excited for the new graphic novel!!! hopefully i will have enough money to buy it ha haaaaa for real tho i have no money or autonomy

ghost dewey! :D

who does he need to talk to? pigeon maybe?

that was so good clint! i loved it :D

WHAT THE FUCK, DUCK NEWTON

i know i've said it like eighty times but thacker's peak dad energy is absolute gold and i'm super happy we get to see him interact with juno again after how adorable their last scene was :)

"gross" bless travis

oooh no, i'm getting bad vibes

i have never heard milanos pronounced that way in my entire life

i have to hide mine from my dad lmao

WHO IS CLICKING

thacker you sound like the goddamn unibomber could you please be more forthright about what the plan is

hmm... here's a fun question: did thacker inherit ned's spent luck???

well that answers that lol

i love juno so goddamn much

sensors? stealth could be an option

why is she so scared? like aubrey brought her coworker back to life, i personally would not be afraid of her murdering me after that

"no one needs to go to chicago" ilu aubrey

federal paperwork is an absolute bastard

some monday what???

"well i don't care for the tone!" aubrey ilu

that's a good way to put it :/

WHY IS DEWEY IN THE CLOSET

s p e c t r a l  m o m

well dewey is immune to death sooo...

ned was one of aubrey’s best friends... even after everything that happened she still called him one of her best friends... travis you've made me cry ; _ ;

PLEASE MAGIC TRAVIS DICE SHE HAS NO MORE LUCK TO BURN

damn this really is a wild ass scenario isn't it

"you're melting my fucking brain" pfff

thank you clint, i completely forgot too

travis is the irl voidfish lmao

i love dewey so much

"can't kill me twice, i think" i hope dewey can't double die lol

d u c k o l a s

why did you go to buffy and winthrop duck??? why did you want to talk to these weird edward and lydia reskins duck?????

yeah that feels right

okay, it's griffin clacking on his mouse

playing what???

THE WHAT

WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT, JUSTIN MCELROY

DUCK WHAT THE FLYING FUCK ARE YOU DOING I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON

i love justin's triumphant laugh so much

i mean i already mentally associated them with the wonderland liches so this isn't much of a jump  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

griffin what on earth is this

"that's it, that's all the latin there is" i wish lmao

THE SHADOW BRETHEREN

we are... so screwed lmao

this was very good! this ep kept up the trend of funnier interactions from the last ep and i’m grateful for it after how sad the past arc was. i am still very worried but i’m happy we’re seeing a lot of npcs that we hadn’t gotten back to in a while just to make sure they’re okay. pretty much anything else i had to say is summed up by the mini rant i made before listening above lol. 

see y’all next right thursday!!!

[kingvenevong-blog]

Official sleep study for narcolepsy

this is probably a horrible way to introduce myself lol but I decided to start blogging about it lmao. 

Anyways, after finally getting free community health insurance, my family was finally able to afford for me to go to the primary doctor for serious issues (i don’t work :/ ) which at first was awkward and a bit frustrating but she actually took me seriously and referred for my insurance to a pulmonary sleep doctor for sleep apnea and narcolepsy. Honestly, if I wasn’t fat she wouldn’t have bothered to measure my neck and care about sleep apnea, even if it was on the checklist they have you fill out. (Basically, if your neck is over 6 inches in circumference then you are most likely to have sleep apnea or if you weigh a lot) It was only an awkward visit because she speaks into her phone so it writes into the computer, and i tried talking about depression and she just points out a lot of image issues i had. Which is embarassing but I understand why. It was weird when she said “patient seems happy and easy going” like wow ok do i have to seem sad? cuz i can? its just its common courtesy and good manners whipped into me by my parents to seem polite and pleasant. 

So I finally get my first sleep appointment and it was an awful experience because of how i sleep lol. So at first, i tried to recline the bed extremely high at the top because i like to keep my head elevated or else i get an extremely bad headache. Next, i tried putting a pillow under my knees for proper position so i have a good sleep during the study as you need 5 hours. Well that epically failed because the pillow was so airy and puffy i couldn’t sleep comfortably lol. So the whole night i just kept changing positions as i always do but more than usual because i was not comfy. i eventually just got rid of that posture pillow idea lol and when i reclined the bed with the pillow under me there was no more room at the bottom lmao i was like bruh wtf this is difficult. So my sleep tech kept coming in my room at night because my finger sensor kept coming off, as i like to sleep with my arm under the pillow or against my face lol. And it was awful everytime she came in because of the blaring light from the main room. It hurt so bad lol, gave me a bad headache, had my eyes flashing and burning, all because this damn finger sensor wouldn’t stay on and work. It was also extremely hard to sleep with all the wires because the wires are short so you can only sleep on one side of the bed although it is a full-size bed. or else the wire or pad would come off. a few times a night she had to reapply some pads cuz they wouldn’t stick on my skin and kept falling off probably because i was moving too much. then in the morning my mom picks me up and gets me donut from the old bakery we used to own so that was nice and i got some apple juice (i love apple juice) and then after that i slept a lot more at home because i’m a piece of shit lmao.

So a few months after that i get a follow up appointment and they showed me my brain scans and breathing and everything they conducted. it was hilarious because it showed that i kept moving and kept sleeping on and off constantly. But it also made so much sense because i did feel it and was fascinating to actually see when i was awake and wasn’t becuase its so hard to telll when i’m sleeping or awake at night and i constantly get up to go to the bathroom so everything is a horrible haze. The doc then said around 5am my body finally just gave up and went into rem sleep which makes sense cuz thats when i usually feel a deep sleep before i get wide awake for a few hours. 

So in this picture is my second sleep study. The first one was to test for sleep apnea, which oddly luckily i don’t have? even though sometimes i wake up choking in my sleep and gasping for air. In my 2nd sleep study its all the same wires but somewhat felt more for some reason. and i did sleep good. 6 hours actually. way better than last time. of course its still on and off but i slept decent. and my sleep tech actually visited me more often than last time cuz the pads kept coming off and i stayed way more still and closer this time. i mean my finger sensor didn’t come off cuz she told me where its supposed to be and tied something around it lmao. next morning the AM sleep tech said she used a whole tub of paste cuz it kept coming off lmaoooo. we don’t know why but it was porbably because it was sticking to my heair instead but i think its cuz i was sweating so much. they even turn the fan on. which was soooo nice. i wish that happened everynight. where i get too hot and want a fan on lol. anyways narcolepsy sleep studies go over into the next day. my pm sleep tech said i would leave around 3 or 4pm. how it works is that they make you sleep 20 mins for every 2 hours. They check how fast you fall asleep. So i did just that and i kept dozing off the first 2 hours, and finally slept so fast for the 20 mins and woke up on time when he went to wake me up lol. then i had to wait the other 2 hours but i kept dozing off. eventually an hour in my sleep tech said that the doctor had enough data for me to leave. which was awesome because idk how longer i could do that i felt horrible haha. then had my mom pick me up and she got us some dutch but i barely drank mine to let it cool down and she just threw all of it away :( 

so now i am waiting for my final results and i hope to finally get treatment for narcolepsy lol. 

[pastel-uruha]

Dulce - Prologue

YES. I AM FINALLY DONE. 

Now, this is just the intro! The rest will be posted to my ao3! :D This is a really long intro but I think it gets the job done lmao

@smokiiing-area @cancerianwastelandcat @deme-lu @rock-n-alice

I hope this makes sense! Who knows when I will update again lmao :D hopefully soon

+++++++++++++++

Years of painstaking work, both in classrooms and out in a searing hot sun and freezing cold rain. Finally, it all led up to this moment. Kouyou Takashima, certified Archaeologist, and researcher of volcanic activity. It has been a whole seven years after high school but that was okay with him. Seven years was plenty of time.

The diploma from The University of Tokyo hanging in his apartment was more than enough pressure to do a good job considering he still worked there in the labs. Funny how much more freedom he had now that he was no longer considered a normal student but now an employee.  He would make sure to not abuse this power and bring pride to his department.

The large and imposing yet dormant volcano ahead of him was indeed a sight to see, especially past all the normal “NO ENTRY” signs off the beaten path for normal civilians. Past the cement walkways and carefully placed guardrails was a new place that he was more than eager to explore. And Takashima Kouyou was no normal citizen, far from it. It took a long time, but he could finally count himself as belonging to an elite group of researchers and archeologists here in Japan and was finally high up enough in the ranks to do solo excavations.

The first place he wanted to go, naturally, was a place that had called out to him for so many years now since he was a child barely learning how the world around him worked. The Illustrious and sacred place known as MT. Fuji, a huge volcano that was famous all around the world for its breathtaking scenery and lovely atmosphere. It took him almost four months to get clearance to come here, but he knew it would all be worth it.

He had no idea why this place was so important to him, but for as long as he could remember he had been coming here, restricted only by the damn law and a fabricated guardrail. Now, however, all of that was just a memory. A memory that would soon be behind him.

There were reports from local people that the surrounding areas were rife with small tremors here and there, therefore disrupting the peace and scaring off tourists. So they needed a solid piece of assurance as to why it was happening. The volcano has long been dormant so there had to be a scientific explanation for all this right?

That was where Kouyou came into the fray. He traveled 2 hours to get here, and though it was nothing compared to other places he has been, he also had so much expensive equipment as well. There were two officials waiting for him at the top of the volcano to let him past the guard rails and to the top of the mountain. His body was by now used to such altitudes after many trips here with higher-ups and colleagues, albeit only within the normal civilian limits. It would be kind of weird going alone, but it was a good kind of weird.

So with the sun at his back and a large metal case full of important tools and sensors he finally makes his way to the top. It was still early April, meaning it was not quite warm enough to wear thin clothing, so all he had right now was a thick padded jacket, black turtleneck, and his favorite jeans. It was somewhat chilly and windy, the wind turning his cheeks a soft pink color from the stinging sensations.

He wanted to wear his favorite boots too, but he was aware that, as a scientist, sometimes mobility in a forest was more important than looking good. So the sort of ugly sneakers he wore was a necessary evil in case he needed to run, for whatever reason. He even had a fancy ID lanyard hanging from his neck with all his important ID cards. There was also a backpack strapped to his back with water and necessary things to keep him hydrated while he was here. Good thing there was a small tourist shop at the bottom of the hill.

Finding the agents at the top wasn’t too difficult, they were wearing expensive and stifling looking suits that made him feel hot despite the low temperature. They wore sunglasses and stood in an obviously far off part of the pathway. There was a big metal gate that wasn’t visibly apparent to normal people unless you strayed from the path, but it was there and he knew where it was.

“Good evening gentlemen,” he greets them, earning himself only nods and curt grunts in reply. “I hope I haven’t you waiting for me too long.”

“Of course not,” one of them says in a plain and disinterested tone. “We have only been here an hour. Not too long at all. We were given instructions to allow you past the fence, but from there on you are on your own. You have a means of contacting the facility yes?”

Kouyou nods, holding up his cell phone. He had to triple check to make sure it was fully charged and even then, there was a spare power bank in his back pocket. Could never be too careful, right?

“Yes, no need to worry about me. I will be in and out before it gets dark, I just have to take some soil samples and set up a perimeter of-”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” the other one says to cut him off. “We get it, you just gotta do your thing and we will head on out. The emergency number is on a sidewalk sign near here, just call if you need anything. We'll leave these with you to return to the park manager.”

The large gate has a padlock that needed two keys apparently, from the way that they expertly unlock it one after the other before leaving him with said keys and disappearing into the trees. He was all alone, and honestly, it was much better this way.

He stared into the dense trees beyond the gate and felt his heart start to beat wildly with excitement. His first solo excavation and in his long sought after location. Today was going to be good, he could feel it.

“Well, I may as well get started.”

The walk into the trees was very nerve wracking, as he had taken out a sensor device from his case and switched it on. It scanned deep into the earth, bouncing off anomalous objects that would prove useful to look at. It also acted as a soil deposit scanner, sifting through the chemical trails in the ground beneath his feet for signs of anything abnormal. His walk to the summit proves unfruitful though, as things seemed to be normal.

He would be nearing the top soon, and it was a good thing this thing has been dormant for a long time. Otherwise, this place would be seriously off limits.

After nearly an hour of walking with nothing to show on his scanners, he finally makes it to the place he wanted to be. Right at the top. There was even a small white flag placed with his name on it from the park officials. It was clear that they had a set perimeter for him to sift through. Similar looking flags were placed in a wide circle around a specific area of the volcano rim, about five hundred feet or so if he was being meticulous.

The crater was too large for just him to thoroughly explore, and it made sense, so a quick glance at the outer rim would be best for now until he could assemble his own team. But it really was beautiful up here. The sky seemed to stretch out forever, he couldn't even see the city or any form of human inhabitants past the trees and dark ashy earth of a long-dead volcano.

This crater was huge, easily a thousand or more feet across, but barren of anything besides soil and hundreds of years old ash. There was a pleasantly acrid smell of burned earth and new foliage up here, and it was probably harmless as normal air. But he brought a small face mask just in case he breathed in any contaminants.

“Now is a good time to set up,” he muttered and drops the case to open it up. There were an array of neat things the main scientists allowed him to bring. A small table for his equipment, two LCD monitors, a set of small marker flags, some soil sampling tubes and a small but powerful scanner that could see through the ground in a hundred foot circumference. Even if he didn't find anything, it was exciting for him to finally be able to use. Not without gloves of course. Can't have this expensive stuff so marked up with fingerprints.

He works diligently, setting up a perimeter with his orange flags and using the monitors hooked up to the scanner to look carefully for anything out of the ordinary. He even sits on the case and watches the clouds go by as nothing seems to happen. A single soil tube is used, holding up to three millimeters of dark patchy soil with many pebbles and pieces of grass. All the while, the temperature stayed at around fifty to fifty five degrees Fahrenheit. A bit chilly but manageable, at least to him. It never went higher than fifty seven so that was a good sign.

An hour goes by. Still nothing. It seemed like an easy job but he still had more than six hours to go before he had to leave for the day. Hopefully, he could come back soon, maybe tomorrow. The time was two pm.

A yawn slips from his mouth as a third hour rolls by and he still sees nothing, even after the third time setting up the scanner in a different spot entirely. Maybe the tremors the locals talked about were just small meaningless ones? It happened sometimes.

Kouyou looked at his phone for the time and sighed. Five pm. Two more hours to go… Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just have one quick session on the edges of his perimeter? It would be quicker to dismiss anything coming from the volcano and put more work behind him. Five hundred feet was not a whole lot with such a powerful tool. Plus… He hadn't even gone into the actual crater yet. Perhaps that would be worth something.

Kouyou looked around himself one last time in case he was being watched before packing up his equipment and going to the nearest edge which was coincidentally just a few feet from where he started. Funny how such a small rule can mean so much. He looks down into the wide crater, swallowing a sudden lump in his throat. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like anything could happen. All he would find was more rocks and dirt. To put into simpler terms anyway. There was probably a higher concentration of acrid earth and ash but he digressed.

The slope was easy to slide down, at the expense of getting pebbles in his shoes but that was not an issue. It would probably be a little bit hard to crawl back up though. He huffed and turned his attention to His scanner. The monitor was small so he would have to go back and watch the recorded footage in case he missed anything...

Immediately he began to notice a difference in temperature down here. It was a bit… hotter? Strange. He shrugged it off though and continued to scan the crater. Since it sloped inwards there was only a small area to go, maybe a hundred feet. No problem. It was just like a big bowl just dug into the side of the volcano, a dirty and dusty one at that. He hurriedly puts on the mask before padding silently to the center of the crater. With each step, however, he felt the temperature start to slightly bother him. Was it getting hotter? That wasn’t right…

“Damn,” he huffed and wiped a sudden bead of sweat from his forehead. “Is this even normal?”

Once he reached the very center of the pit, he had to take off the jacket and suck in a lungful of hot air. Air that was not supposed to be hot. Something was definitely up. Hurriedly he set down the machine and didn’t bother to properly check the temperature, he just needed something.

Almost right away, the sensors began to show a strange reading. Instead of a normal base of fifty degrees, the readings were showing spikes up to seventy and seventy five degrees. This place should have been cold as everywhere else. Kouyou wiped away more sweat and pressed the scanner button. Then he saw it. An abnormal reading only a few feet beneath his shoes. Something was beneath him, but what, he had no idea. He squints, trying to look closer, when all of a sudden a tremor began to rumble through the crater, knocking rocks and pebbles around to send them tumbling everywhere. A tremor rocked the equipment back and forth until the small machine falls from its tripod into the ashy dirt with a pathetic thud. He has to drop to his knees to prevent from falling on his face. His heart was beating even louder now, but now with an unknown fear of something bad happening.

The tremors were awful and deafening, a loud noise that made his head throb from the intensity.

“Shit!” he cursed, his ears popping from the awful noise. The equipment up top would be helpless to anything this traumatic. If anything broke the university would have his head! But he had to keep going, this was important! He could be on to something here! Hurriedly he crawled towards his scanner to manually look for the aberration in the ground. It was somewhat large, maybe the size of a full grown person. But… it couldn’t really be a person right? It had to just be a suspicious looking heat signal or a pocket or warm air, or something. It had to be.

But he has to wait. He can’t do anything right now except mark the spot and wait for the tremors to subside. More sweat drips down his foreheads and he has to remind himself that he had no water down here and dehydration was a serious problem considering how fast he was losing moisture.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the tremors subsided enough for him to manage to get to his feet and stare at the areas around himself and make sure he had everything before scrambling out of the crater.

The sight that meets him is one that makes him furrow his eyebrows. There was… A huge tremor just now, but… All his equipment was fine? Nothing was knocked over, everything was exactly where he left it. That wasn’t right, was it?

A sudden creature began to skitter across the ground, making him jump slightly.

“What the…”

It stopped long enough for him to get a good look at it, and he had to laugh at himself a little bit. It was a snake and a pretty small one at that. It looked like a garter snake meaning it was harmless. But the color threw him off. All black, right down to the tongue that flicked out to sense the air. The only way he could tell that it was a garter snake was the lack of hissing or aggressive teeth baring. It just kind of… sat there. And it watched him with its beady little black eyes.

“Go away,” he hissed after a moment, making shooing gestures. “Shoo, go find a mouse or something.”

Nothing. It didn’t seem to be listening to him, but instead, it craned it’s neck closer. As if to study him closer. And it was freaking him out. Were animals usually this smart? Animals were not his strong suit, that was more Yutaka’s thing. He should have been here damn it.

Well anyway, he would have to pack up his things for the night. It was getting dark and he was sure it was nearing his time limit here.

Kouyou turned around only to find himself face to face with a person. His heart jumps to his throat and he made a squawk of surprise and leapt backward.

“You scared me!” he cried out, clutching his chest and trying to slow his heart. “Where did you come from? This place is supposed to be off limits!”

He tries to come off as authoritative. However, the other guy wasn’t having it.

“You really shouldn’t be here.”

The guy was only a little shorter than him and dressed simply. Plain jeans and an all black sweater. His hair was all the way to his neck and completely black. A pair of dark sunglasses hung on his nose, obscuring his eyes. But… Why was he barefooted? And growling like Kouyou just offended all his ancestors?

“I should ask the same,” Kouyou answered back just as dismissively. “This place is off limits while I am doing my work. And you are interrupting me.”

Yet his tone does not budge the man, instead, it makes him scoff and his lips curl into a sneer.

“You need to leave. I can’t be responsible for what happens to you if you stay here.”

Kouyou feels his heart give another uneasy thump and he narrowed his eyes to hide it.

“Are you threatening me?” he says with a deep tone, hoping to whatever god was listening that it sounded intimidating. The stranger snorts, a sound that made his legs shake and goosebumps raise on his arms. It was cold and unassuming.

“No,” comes the unexpected answer. “Merely I am stating the truth. You’re in danger here and if you don’t go soon, bad things will happen.”

Kouyou noticed the stranger seemed to be on edge for some reason. Surely not just because of him?

“And why am I in danger? Is there a monster up here? Something that will come out of the trees and eat me?”

He wanted that to sound like a mocking joke, but he could not deny the slight tremor in his words as he spoke.

“Clearly you don’t value your life as much as you should,” the man huffed, his tone much softer but no less as dangerous. “What a pity.”

Then to Kouyou’s utter surprise, he began to walk away, away into the now grey colored woods as the sun traveled even lower down the horizon.

“H-hey! Wait! Where are you going!”

He wanted to run after him, but the stranger spoke again, this time in a voice so soft he almost didn't hear it. But he heard it. Loud and clear.

“The Fire.”

And then he was gone. Like he had never been there in the first place. And along with him, the snake too had disappeared.

Uruha shivered, but not from the cold. There was no empty warning in that man’s words. Not a chance. No. He had to know what was going on. No longer just as a scientist looking for answers. But for himself.

The minutes spent packing up his equipment were tense and filled only by the howling of wind through the trees. The walk down the mountain was even more so the same way. His lips were almost blue by the time he reached his car after licking the gate. And it took longer than he would have liked to get the heater going to stop his shakes. But he couldn't stop his thoughts from racing a million miles a minute.

Who was that man? And why was he so intent on scaring him away? Kouyou didn't know. But one thing was for sure. He was definitely coming back.

There was something here, and he was going to find it.

TBC

[a-salty-frenchfry]

all da questions fam

I hate you

Ask me things

1. What’s your middle name? Elyce

2. What are you listening to right now? Hikaru Nara by Goose House (from Your Lie in April)

3. What was the last thing you ate? McDonalds 

4. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My aunt

5. Do you drink? Nah. I will when I got to Paris this Summer though hehe

6. Do you smoke? Hell no

7. What is the first thing you noticed in someone? Hair

8. What is your hair color? Black/light brown at the ends 

9. What is your eye color? Brown

10. Do you wear contacts/glasses? Nada

11. Dogs or cats? Cat 

12. What’s your favorite animal? I guess cat or bunny 

13. What’s your favorite television show? The Next Food Network Star or any of the Seasonal Baking Championships

14. What’s your favorite movie? Either Frozen or Moana 

15. What’s your favorite band/singer? Taylor swift and Alizée

16. How old are you? 18

17. Do you have a crush on anyone? Yeeee

18. What’s your sexual orientation? Straight

19. What’s your favorite color? Pink or mint green

20. What was your most embarrassing moment? 

This is the only one I can think of right now 

In February, when I was at a French Conversation Hour, someone kept calling me and everyone is like “you should answer it” (I NEVER answer the phone if I don’t know the number by the way). So by the 4th call, I answered it, put it on speaker, said “bonjour”, and started speaking in French and acting like I didn’t speak any English (just in case it was a scam or something). After a few moments of worry and confusion she says “I have a package from Amazon…is this [my name]?” Then I start apologizing like crazy, everyone bursts out laughing, then I go to meet her at the Student Center to pick up my package and apologize some more (because mail services were closed and I ordered one day delivery). I explained that I was in a French club and never answer unknown numbers. I hope I gave her a fun story to tell her coworkers lol

TL;DR I answered an unknown number speaking in French in case it was a scam, turns out it was an Amazon employee with my package and I made her worried that I didn’t speak English

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Not really. Probably still me, but without ADHD because it sucks and I hate it 

22. What were you like when you were a kid? Hyper and lazy

23. What would your dream house be like?

Cozy one or two-story home with a lawn and nice furniture. The dream would be in the kitchen though since I love baking: double oven with convection, beautiful sink w/motion sensor faucet, and stainless steel two-door fridge w/freezer and a blast chiller, professional Kitchen Aid stand mixer, you get the gist. Basically a Food Network competition style kitchen 😍

24. What last made you laugh? SB2 reaction to Sailor Moon Crystal videos.

25. What is your favorite word? Fuck

26. What is your least favorite word? Almost anything that is associated with nsfw content

27. What turns you on? Boys who are too pure for this world (my current crush went on a 7-month international trip to do charity work in third-world countries 😭❤️ )

28. What turns you off? Conservatives (doesn’t mean I won’t like you at all. It just means I won’t like you romantically, which I’m assuming is what this question is asking)

29. What is your star sign? Cancer

30. What are your favorite books? The Mortal Instruments series

31. Do you have any siblings? Younger little shit brother 

32. Do you like to dance? Alone

33. What is your definition of cheating? Acting on romantic/sexual feelings for anyone other than current significant other

34. Have you ever cheated on someone? No

35. Do you regret anything? Lots

36. Do you have any phobias? Arachnophobia and astraphobia

37. Ever broken any bones? No

38. Ever come close to death? More than once. Peanut allergies are a bitch 🙃

39. What is your religion, if any? Roman Catholic, but very loosely

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? No

41. Are looks important in a relationship? Meh. While looks are usually what attracts and starts a relationship, in the long run, you love the person for their soul, not just a pretty face

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? Mom

43. What is your favorite season? Spring

44. Do you have any tattoos? No

45. Do you have any piercings? Ears

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? 2 bfs

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Multiple

48. Who is your celebrity crush? Don’t really have one, but I guess Zac Efron?

49. Are you a virgin? Yes

50. Do you get jealous easily? Only with close friends

51. What is your favorite type of food? Italian

52. Do you ever want to get married? Yes

53. Who was your first kiss with? I’m #foreveralone fam

54. Have you ever been cheated on? No

55. What is your idea of the perfect date? A walk. Just walking around a park, or an amusement park, or maybe a festival; talking, holding hands, perhaps buying a snack/souvenir from a street vendor; taking in the scenery and enjoying each other’s company.

56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Ambivert

57. Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? Yes and no. The universe is way too fucking big to be certain

58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with? Musical

59. What is your saddest memory? When my parents broke the news that my grandma died

60. Do you believe in love at first sight? No. See 41. You can’t “love” someone for who they are before you even meet them. Otherwise it’s lust at first sight.

61. Do you believe in soul mates? Sure

62. Have you ever dyed your hair? The lower half of my hair was dyed blue for about 5 months. Then I dyed to black again because Prom and Graduation 

63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? Not that I know of

64. Would you go against your moral code for money? Not MY moral code.

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? 1) I know 3 languages. 2) I want to go to culinary school in Paris. 3) I used to do horseback riding

66. Who are you jealous of? Anyone @sheeptansplayground calls her best friend who isn’t me lmao

67. Do you sleep with a stuffed toy? No Yeah, like 3

68. How long was your longest relationship? 7 months

69. Is the glass half empty or half full? There’s liquid in it

70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? Do something romantic that’s tied with Filipino culture (even saying something like “I love you” in Tagalog is good enough for me. Lame I know, but I have low standards lmao)

71. Who is your most loyal friend? @sheeptansplayground  or so I thought

72. Are you in a relationship? No

73. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? N/A

74. Are you a bad person? I’m human. Good/bad person is an imaginary concept made up by society. It all depends on perspective.

75. Are you a lover or a fighter? Lover

76. What did you do on your last birthday? Had family and a couple friends over

77. What is your favorite quote and why? “People push you to your limits and when you finally explode and fight back, they think you are the mean one”. I relate to this a lot. There’s only one person I’ve ever exploded on and have felt *true* hatred for, yet I’M the unreasonable one.

78. If your best friend died, what would you do? Fall into a major depression and give up on everything

79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? Reblogging this fucking post. 

80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? EAT and confess to my crush I love him 

81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had?

When I was in elementary school, I had a dream where there was this “special” star in the sky, and it looked like something out of a children’s book (it had a smiley face with dimples and was pretty cute). But I was unimpressed by it, which apparently hurt its feelings because it frowned and then shot down like a shooting star. Then the cops came after me. After that, I became afraid of shooting stars for like 5 years.

82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? Idk I’ve never had a “real” relationship

83. Who were you in a past life? A tiger Lol thanks BuzzFeed

84. What is your happiest childhood memory? Spending time with my grandma every Summer and Thanksgiving 

85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? Yep

86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? Nope

87. If you were the president, what would you do? Fix the damn healthcare

88. What is your ideal career? Pastry chef, perhaps a well-known one on Food Network

89. What is your political affiliation? Democrat

90. Are you conservative or liberal? Liberal af

91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection? Depends on your definition of “perfection”

92. Do you like kissing in public? Maybe a quick peck on the cheek or lips

93. If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? Goodbye greed

94. Where would you like to live? Either current hometown or France

95. Where would you go on your dream vacation? Nice, France

96. Describe yourself in one word. Shy

97. Describe yourself in one sentence. For the most part I’m a Cinnamon Roll™, but push me over the edge and you’ll get a demon. (Connected to question 77)