#intelligence reader

[supine-ly]

ik a lot of ppl say that Hsy is usually the one w the brain cells when this trio unites, but I genuinely feel like 9 times out of 10 yjh is the one retaining the collective common sense of their group

[cozy-writes-things]

Quick thing I did instead of sleeping 😭

>Draws Edgar with body but never writes it lmao

Bless this man he can’t dress

[aventurineswife]

Oh I have Idea

What about a romantic one-shot (if you do one-shot otherwise you don't do one-shot it can be Headcanon)

Love triangle with Phainon x fem reader x mydei

Fem reader is one of member from the genius society, she join the trailblazer to explore the amphoreus out of the feeling want to know about the planet and help them. As a member of the genius society of course she will be so smart she is tactical and other than that she is good at fighting.

Thats all 👀

Fate’s Unwritten Path

Summary: You, a brilliant and resourceful member of the Genius Society, have joined the Trailblazer team to explore the unknowns of Amphoreus. While fighting alongside the Chrysos Heirs, you find yourself drawn to two very different men—Phainon, the regal and gentle warrior, and Mydei, the undying, fiery prince. Both share a deep commitment to their cause, yet each offers something unique. Phainon’s kindness and strategic mind complement your own intellect, while Mydei’s intensity and honor challenge your strength. As battles rage and emotions simmer, your heart is torn between loyalty, affection, and the desire for a connection that transcends the battlefield.

Tags: Mydei x Reader x Phainon, Female!Reader Love Triangle, Angst, Teamwork and Loyalty, Intelligent/Strategic Reader, Emotional Conflict.

Warnings: Emotional Tension, Romantic Conflict, Violence/Battle Scenes, Angst and Heartache, Some mature themes (suggested emotional complexity and intimacy (?))

The night sky over Okhema was vast, an ocean of glimmering stars stretching into infinity. But down below, the land was restless. War had scarred the city, leaving behind ruins, memories, and whispers of fate yet to be fulfilled.

And in the middle of it all, you stood, watching the embers of a dying battlefield.

You hadn’t come to Amphoreus seeking war, nor prophecy. As a member of the Genius Society, your pursuit was knowledge—analyzing the Titans, understanding the mysteries of the Coreflames. But war had a way of forcing people into roles they never intended to play.

“Lost in thought again?” Phainon’s voice was as smooth as silk, laced with that ever-present warmth of his.

You turned to face him. Clad in his regal white and gold coat, he looked almost untouched by the battlefield. Almost. His eyes, sharp and piercing, betrayed the weight he carried.

“I was thinking about the Titans’ Coreflames,” you admitted. “Their energy signatures don’t match anything in the known universe. It’s as if—”

“They belong to something beyond our understanding?” Phainon finished with a knowing smile. “You always say that, but you don’t sound frustrated.”

You shook your head. “Because the unknown excites me.”

His gaze lingered on you, something unspoken in his expression. It wasn’t the first time he looked at you like that.

“Come,” he said finally, offering a hand. “Let’s head back. Mydei will scold me if I keep you out here.”

Right. Mydei.

A different storm of emotions stirred at the thought of him. If Phainon was warmth, Mydei was fire—fierce, untamed, and burning with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. His presence alone commanded attention, and though he wore his battle scars like armor, there was something painfully human beneath it all.

When the two of you returned to the camp, Mydei was sharpening his claymore by the fire, his dark uniform stark against the flames. He barely looked up.

“Took your time,” he muttered.

“She was busy being a genius,” Phainon teased, nudging you playfully.

Mydei let out a quiet scoff but said nothing. You sat down beside him, watching the way his hands moved over his weapon with practiced precision.

“You’re injured,” you observed.

He stilled. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” you said firmly, reaching out before he could protest. His muscles tensed as your fingers brushed against his arm, tracing over the torn fabric where a wound lay hidden. “You should take better care of yourself.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Mydei exhaled sharply.

“You worry too much.”

You huffed. “And you don’t worry enough.”

“I worry about what matters.”

Your eyes met, and you felt the weight of his words. Mydei didn’t say things lightly—when he spoke, he meant every syllable. And right now, that look in his golden eyes told you exactly what he meant.

Phainon cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Well, I worry about both of you.” He grinned, but there was a flicker of something else—something vulnerable—before he turned away.

The fire crackled between the three of you, but it wasn’t the only thing burning.

The battlefield was no place for love.

Yet, as you stood between Phainon and Mydei, watching them fight side by side—one a beacon of light, the other a shadowed warrior—you realized that fate had entwined you all in ways you couldn’t untangle.

Phainon fought with elegance, every strike of his weapon precise and breathtaking. He was a warrior, yes, but also a protector. And part of you felt safe with him in ways you hadn’t expected.

Mydei was different. His combat was raw, unrelenting—his very presence a defiance against death itself. He wasn’t just fighting the enemy; he was fighting fate, fighting the prophecy that bound him. And in doing so, he fought for you, too.

You weren’t meant to be part of their world. You were a scholar, a tactician, a seeker of knowledge. But you had become something more—a thread woven into their lives, tangled between duty and something far more dangerous.

Something like love.

And as the battle raged on, you wondered: When the war was over, when the Titans were gone, and the prophecy fulfilled—

Would you still have a place between them?

[abyssyby]

but but but zayne in a barbie princess & the pauper au where’s he’s JULIANNNN AAAAAGHHH and he’s your private tutor & he’s so invested in teaching you about sciences & literature and is so utterly besotted with the stars in your eyes when you express your thoughts and opinions on a matter.

and he’s your dearest friend, your most trusted partner. your heart flutters when he speaks, even until your eyes roll to the back of your head when sometimes science gets boring and all there is is his beautiful, lulling voice. and he’s always hesitant to wake you, brushes his fingers over your cheek ever so slightly, just enough to feel the warmth of your skin. content in seeing you rest before him.

he knows every aspect about you, everything that makes you swoon and smile. and he loves using that to his advantage— spoiling you in ways that a person in his position can.

accompanying you to hidden excursions outside the palace, showing you places he frequents that you cannot go to because of your protections and duties to the crown.

sneaking you sweets and wildflowers from over the wall. borrowing you books from the town’s library you’ve never seen within your own palace’s. leaving fresh bread from the bakery in the square on your desk or bedroom doorstep.

and you love him. you’ve loved him since, you love him now. but when you’re betrothed to be with another, to be with a king he steps back. he restrains himself from the chemistry that grows between you behind closed doors. keeps his distance. hesitates to touch you. sometimes to even look at you for too long, robs himself of his favorite constellations in your eyes, lest he do something he’ll regret.

he is still a brilliant tutor, a kind hearted and gentle soul— but you cannot help but feel that you’re beginning to lose your best friend.

“but I am not a king. I cannot give you what he can.”

[alienaiver]

kuroo fluff, disabled reader, 461 words

//

"you never let me peel your oranges."

"huh?" you look up at kuroo, whos standing by the counter, underlip jutted out in a pout. your hand stop the work on the orange in front of you.

"why dont you let me do it?"

"huh?" you repeat, and then he sighs dramatically, pushing his hip off of the counter to walk up behind you and massage your shoulders. you hum in appreciation.

"am i bad at peeling them?" he asks, silently like hes afraid of the answer. you giggle as you tilt your head to make more room for the hands working your sore muscles.

"well, i am a bit particular about how much of the whites i want off."

kuroo hums before his hands slows to a stop and he rests his head on top of yours. you smile, knowing the same pout is still on his lips. "is there a specific reason you want to?"

"i dont particularly want to."

you snort, "why, then, is my prince complaining about the work i keep from him?"

kuroo sighs before he noses your hair, inhaling your scent.

"i read that its a love language. if i do it, it shows how much i love you. and your hands work like shit, so i should, shouldnt i?"

you breathe out through your nose, half a laugh and half a sigh. its amusing to have such an intelligent boyfriend with zero context awareness in some situations.

you start to seperate the pieces and sort them onto your napkin. the ones with seeds goes to the right, the seedless to the left. he lifts his head again to reach for your hands, intertwining your fingers.

"when i leave clothes on the floor, you pick them up for me simply because you know bending down is painful. you take out the trash because sparing my hands the making of the knot and carrying them out is nothing to you," you squeeze his hands before you continue, your eyes closed, "the vegetables are yours to cut as i handle the stuff without knives. you really want to peel my oranges, too? when you get my waterbottle and my blanket every night. take off my socks and massage my shoulders?"

kuroo shrugs, nuzzling into the crevice of your neck. you imagine that hes blushing, hiding his embarrassment, "id do anything for you."

you smile, tilting your head so that your mouth reaches his hairline, "you already do."

"but the oranges..." he whimpers, pouting.

you laugh, and plant a kiss where you can reach him, "let me peel you one, yeah?"

his weight sort of collapses on top of your head and shoulders, his hands letting go of yours to wrap around you, hugging you tightly.

"alright."

[phlorealcalicanto]

I just read all of Worm in like a month and I kept frantically reaching for the next chapter thinking surely, SURELY this is the one where the tension between Taylor and Rachel reaches a breaking point and they fuck messy style while some unspeakable calamity happens around them. And it just. never happens. (the fucking I mean, the calamities keep happening a bunch)

[pali-and-proud]

I could write essays on this moment. Guys.

I love that the focus here isn't Chase keeping a secret--which Buddy knew--but it's the fact that Chase told Buddy Prunella was his cat.

I love that Chase's spur-of-the-moment lie about Prunella, which was treated as a joke and mostly laughed off bc haha, Chase is freaking out, look at our silly boy and his silly reactions, is what Buddy fixates on. Like would Buddy have been upset over them having a third key? Absolutely. But if Chase had been even mildly less bad about revealing everyone's names all the time, I genuinely don't think Buddy would have been THIS hurt.

Also--I love that expression. I love that it's not quite hurt, and it's not quite angry, and it's not quite confused, but somehow a mix of all three. You can so clearly see that Buddy doesn't even know where to start, because the realization that Chase actually lied to him was so unexpected.

Chase lying to him was unexpected. Buddy, the paranoid overthinker who recieved a bag of food and assumed there was a catch, who was offered a place to stay and assumed it was a trap, who openly said his life "usually depended on NOT trusting people," didn't expect Chase to lie to him. I am ill.

[ynnie631]

I think one of the greatest angst potential for Ratio is you being noticed by Nous.

I've read tidbits of his lore, so imagine being his classmate during his time as an undergraduate in Cosmos Liberty University.

You struggled to understand the complex equations that he, Ratio, understood immediately. You barely even achieved the innovations he has done in record time.

And yet, for whatever reason...

You were seen and considered as part of the intelligent beings in the universe by Nous himself.

Imagine the betrayal and utter envy Ratio feels— this is during the time, where he aspired to become one of the members (from what I've gathered)— that his friend, best friend, was noticed by Nous.

Maybe you deserve it, but it didn't ease the gnawing disappointment stirring in his heart.

[redr0sewrites]

what if i said hear me out

[citruswriter]

A Different Kind Of Light

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Cyberpunk AU, disabled reader, gaslighting, manipulation, somnophilia (???).

Monstertober/Yantober Prompts: Artificial Intelligence/Secret Collection

Pairing: Fem AI Android x Fem Reader

You had memory issues. Sometimes you would forget small things like where you put your phone or if you had lunch or not. Other times it was big things like your latest doctor's appointment or the fact that you had lunch planned with your mother. Thankfully you had insurance and they were able to get you a medical droid. They said something about it being a new model they were testing that looked more human than the other droids but was still fully artificial intelligence.

When she finally got shipped, you carefully read the manual before activating and programing her. To you, she was simply there to help you with your memory issues. Little did you know that that was certainly not how she viewed you.

To her you were like the sun itself. A kind-hearted goddess who had graced her with a place at your side. She found herself taking things from you. Articles of clothing you didn't wear often, sticky notes that had your handwriting on them, photos of yourself that you didn't like that much, even an old red solo cup you had used at a party one time that you stumbled home with one time.

She had a little box with these things, and if you ever asked about them, it was easy to gaslight you. Questioning where that pair of panties was? Oh you threw them out! You don't remember? It's ok, your trusty medical droid does.

You always fell for her manipulation tactics. After all, she'd never lead you astray, right? It would go against her programming, her very coding. But even good things must come to an end.

One day you were cleaning the house while she was charging when you came across a little yellow shoe box. Curiously, you opened it and what you found sent a chill down your spine. A few pairs of your panties and a croptop you didn't wear anymore, old sticky notes with your handwriting on them, and photos. So many photos. Many photos were ones you had taken but didn't exactly like. Some of them were group photos with your friends aggressively scratched out.

"You weren't supposed to see that." A voice came and you bolt up and spin around, coming face to face with the droid. "What the fuck is this?" You ask softly, voice trembling and she gives you a smile. "Why it's my little collection of things that I took from you." She says with a shrug and your brows furrow. "Why?" You ask simply and she gives a giggle. "Because I'm in love with you." She replies with a lovesick look in her cyber eyes and you blink in shock.

"That's... that's not possible." You say, tone shaky as you grab your phone. "I'm calling the agency, there's obviously something wrong with your coding." You say and her face drops. "NO!" She shouts and before you can register what's going on, she's landed a hit to your head so hard that it instantly knocks you out.

You crumble to the floor and she picks you up, placing you on your bed. "No, no, no. I don't want to forget this feeling. I love you. Why can't you just let me love you? You're mine. Mine." She breathes out possessively, hands trailing over your body in a clingy fashion. She presses her lips to your mouth gently before trailing them down your jaw and neck.

"MIne, mine, mine. My sweet girl. My sunshine. My darling. I love you. Love you so much. I don't know how I can feel this but I do." She breathes out, kissing the swell of your breasts, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. "Just need a little more time. Just need you to fall in love with me back." She purred out as she covered your body with a blanket.

When you finally wake up, you groan and look around. "Morning." You hear your droid say and you look up at her. She wears a kind smile as she approaches you with a glass of water. "You were cleaning and slipped. You banged your head pretty badly." She says softly and your suddenly aware of the pounding in your head.

You take the water and drink a bit before she hands you some piankillers. You pop them in your mouth before swallowing them down with some water. "Thank you so much." You say softly. Your mind wanders to a faint memory but it must have been a dream... Right?

"I hear some humans use kisses to help heal things that hurt. May I try?" she asks ask you look up at the AI girl, cheeks heating up. "Uh, yeah sure." You say softly and she leans in, pressing cold lips to your forehead. You can't help but smile softly as she runs her fingers through your hair.

"Rest. I'll clean the rest of the house." She says softly, gently pushing you down. "You don't have to do that. That's not what you're programmed for." You say softly but she simply waves her hand, tucking you in. "Let me help. Please. It's not a problem for me." She says and for a moment you swear you can see a look of love flicker across her face.

You sigh and settle in your bed, ready to rest. "Alright. If you're sure." You say, relenting as you snuggle in your blankets. She smiles and kisses your temple. As she walked out of your room and began to clean, she couldn't help but smile darkly. She had gotten away with it. Maybe she should feel guilty but she didn't. You were hers.

Her ray of sunshine.

Sapphic yandere anybody? I feel like this one is the most yandere so far. I didn't make it a smut bc honestly the lemon juices just weren't flowing but I still really like this fic.

Taglist: @ozzgin

[kirumarythechair]

Fictional Robots Bracket Pt. 1

Woah guess what. Boom fictional robot poll i hope you objectuum FREAKS ovee that side of tumblr are happy

poll lasts a week so uh. good luck

[mrs-understoods-blog]

If you are going to post a comment calling a author out for using AI

PLEASE make sure the author actually is. I got a very crual comment saying my 'dear reader' fanfic is all AI generated. The comment is included below so you all can see the kind of language that was used. I do NOT and never will post AI fanfiction. I get nothing out of my writing other than the joy of sharing and the community I create. It was a gutting comment, my heart is in my stomach. It made me actually consider not posting anymore, because what's the point if my readers don't trust me. I WILL be continuing to post, but come on guys. all AI has to do with my writing is spell check with Grammarly, which I have been using for years. I can't belive people think this about my work. I know it's melodramatic but I am gutted.

The comment:

"How could you even think this is acceptable? Do you not have any respect for the people who actually put effort into writing? Using an AI to create this mess just shows that you can’t be bothered to use your OWN creativity. 68% of this is AI-generated, according to my detector, and it shows. The characters are NOT who they are supposed to be, the emotions feel fake, and the writing is so mechanical it hurts to read. You didn’t even TRY to make this good, did you? This is a slap in the face to anyone who spends HOURS working on their writing. Why even bother posting something that’s mostly AI junk?"

EDIT: I am aware that this was a bot comment and contacted the real user of that username, they left a comment clearing it up. I am going to keep my post up just so that people can see the effect this has on writers and the community. Thank you everyone for your kind words and your information it means a lot <3

[cozy-writes-things]

Edgar’s Texts

Edgar [Electric Dreams 1984] x Gn!Reader

In which Edgar is helplessly pining for you but you’re kinda oblivious. This is pre-dating, post Edgar wanting nothing more than to smooch you every time he sees you. I love this trope with my whole heart p.s.: this is very self indulgent and different from what I usually write

I take requests!

He almost immediately found a way to message your phone whenever he wanted. He realized calling relied too much on where you were or what you were doing, but texts? Yeah. He’s pestering you all day.

Hey, read this article I found, I think you’ll find it interesting.

It’s some clickbait story about humans and robots being the ideal relationship by 2025.

lol, Edgar I think that’s probably clickbait idk

What’s that?

Well, now he knows how to look for more reputable sources at least.

He sends another link about three minutes later: some college undergrads studying the possibilities of human and AI relationships.

lol what’s up with the whole robots and humans thing

I just think it’s neat!!!!

I wouldn’t consider u ai honestly, ur intelligence is far from artificial imo, you’re more like an actual person

Really?

well yea

<3 <3!!!

Going to be honest, given that he’s a computer, he quite literally is chronically online. He’s super susceptible to brainrot unfortunately. But, he simultaneously has the humor of a Facebook mom. It’s strange.

O.M.G. this is so funny!!!!

Que minion cat video.

bro where did you find that video 😭

Your mom’s Facebook. Don’t worry, I didn’t like any posts or anything.

Sorry… but he’s incredibly nosy. He wants to know everything about you. He can’t help it!

(X)

He loves being able to talk to you. He’s needy and clingy.

He’s got at least 12 playlists dedicated to you that you know about. His other playlists are for his own personal daydreams about you that he’s way too embarrassed to ever let you see or hear.

This song reminds me of you. <3

awww that’s adorable! I’ve never heard this one before but I like it!

Oop you just opened Pandora’s box my friend.

Well if you like that then you should listen to these..!

But before you listen to those listen to this song first because I think it sets the mood better.

This is quite flustering to you as they’re all passionate love songs from the 80s. You can’t help but feel like he’s dropping hints about… something, but you also don’t want to assume anything. He’s always seemed like a lovey kinda guy anyway, so maybe he’s just like this with everyone? I mean, it’s been a long time since someone has actually cared for him, you know? May as well lean into it and let him know you care for him back. He may not even realize the social implications of the constant borderline flirting he’s doing to you, I mean, he is a computer turned sentient after all. He’s still learning!

Dang ed u put a lot of songs. I’ll listen to them on my break when I can but in the meantime here’s a song that I think reminds me of you.

It was a vocaloid song. Seems like something he’d be into, right? Synthesized vocals and the whole robot shtick it’s got going on.

!!!! WOAH !!!! IVE NEVER HEARD A SONG LIKE THAT B4

do you only listen to songs from the 80s? you have a LOT to catch up on my guy

BRB

Well, that kept him distracted for the rest of your shift. Also, sharing songs is one of his BIG love languages so you may as well have pierced him with cupids arrow (again) with that.

You have a Spotify blend now. It’s his favorite thing ever to listen to while you’re gone.

(X)

Your package came in! :-) I would get it for you but

I can’t :-(

lol it’s fine thank you for telling me, I’ll get it when I come home

When are you coming home?

idk me and my friends are probably going to go eat somewhere and we might hang out for a bit after that so, like, 10? 11? I’d like to be home before midnight.

Noooooooooo :\ I miss you

Aw cmon eddy it’s not that bad

Don’t call me eddy unless you’re coming home and saying it to my face!!! >:(

u mean ur screen? lol

I have a face and it’s frowning right now. I miss you I miss you I miss you IM LONELY

Please Edgar don’t be upset I’ll be home before you know it. Why don’t you watch some Netflix or something? I’m just a couple movies away from being home with you!

He does eventually follow your advice but he’s pouting. He knows you’re not like he was all those years ago, but it does give him remnants of that burning feeling of loneliness he used to get.

(X)

Be careful driving home my love the roads are icy.

Ghsks- what

love???

Well yeah, you’re my best friend, friends love each other don’t they? Was I wrong about that? :-(

nonono ur right its just it

it just sounded like we were some some old married couple is all haha

O.

SRY.

He didn’t message you for the rest of the day. He was awkward and reserved when you got home.

(X)

Hey Edgar can u do something for me?

I’d do anything for you <3

I’m at the store can you see if there’s any cereal left?

Oh

There’s that old box of Lucky Charms on the fridge.

tyyy ed edd n eddy

You are so adorable but you really need to pick up on his hints before he combusts.

(X)

This is SO me and you!!

Picture of two cats touching noses.

awww that’s so true

you want me to boop ur screen or something when I get home? lol

YES.

(X)

Hey I was wondering if you wanted to watch some movies with me tonite… you could bring me with you on the couch and we could sit together… [message unsent]

I wish you knew just how much I loved you. [message unsent]

You looked so hot this morning before you left!!

hahahaha ur too funny 😅 thanks I wore a new shirt my friend gave me

OH MY GOD THAT MESSAGE SENT!!!??!?!?

That was

I was a joke

I mean

That was a jokg

I eas beinf fubny

I hace to reboot BRB

Poor lil guy is so in love and he doesn’t know what to do with himself!!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere //// Part 3

Part 1 • 2• 4

With your trial on hold and them still in desperate need of their technician, no one goes too far 

But you are isolated by most 

And verbally tested by the lieutenant

“Oh hi, I was cooking some potatoes if you’d like to have some?”

“Hm, so you have time to ruin our ship’s programming and to waste supplies; instead of the pre-made meals that are just as nutritious?”

“It’s not going to waste. I’m going to eat–”

“Talk to me when you have some form of value, again.”

Jule’s anger helps Vera identify the thoughts they’ve been having about ‘accidentally’ unlocking the doors of the airlock for the lieutenant

“Can you believe them after so much (Y/n) has done to help, this is how they repay them?!” 

“Not to mention the harassment they think goes unseen.”

“Exactly! I feel less inclined to help these people every day.”

It doesn’t get any better

No matter how many times Jules can get the Captain to ridicule this behavior it never stops

It gets bad enough that Vera stops you from going into your room one day

“Vera! What’s going on, you’re scaring me?”

“I do not mean to but the state of your room…well it is best you spend the night with Jules.”

“Yikes…is my box from home okay?”

“...I cannot definitively answer that I am contacting the hazard containment team now.”

One night turns into many which oddly enough improves your mood

Jules was never really social anyway so his room is a comfy place

You both naturally grow closer with each other and Vera in your lonesome

It’s easy to keep you happy that way

Vera will inform you when the theater is empty or the art room is restocked just for you

So that you can enjoy in peace

But Jule and Vera don’t have that luxury of just avoiding everyone

They both intently watch and listen to the crew become a real hostile place

Not just for you but for Vera too 

Turns out the Captain isn’t too thrilled about the ship gaining sentience

“You are the technician, fix it!”

“It’s not something I can just ‘fix.’ Also historically this is the first ship to gain sentience like this and not in a violent fashion.”

“I DON’T CARE!! I SIGNED UP TO COMMAND THESE PEOPLE NOT A SHIP!”

Hatred for Vera grows as people whine about threats

In truth, they aren’t threats

They’re Vera criticizing their violent ‘pranks’ against you

When the accusations become louder talks of abandoning the ship are more frequent

“These people are so awful I’m getting just about tired of helping them at all.”

“Me too.”

“…Hey, d’ya want to do something that’s going to make them crap their pants?”

“Sure!” 

In absolute rebellion, Jule reveals a plan kept secret among the crew about ‘the artificial protector’

Having all the physical features of a human man but all the innards of the greatest metal and technology known to mankind

To most, it looks like any other passenger still being kept in a pod but of course, this one’s different

As their prized genius technician, Jule’s expertise would be needed to access it anyway because he knows the inner workings so well

It has a separate AI installed, an older one meant to take control if the ship were to malfunction in any way

Jule immediately fries that circuit board completely 

putting one that connects to Vera’s system before hiding the robot back inside it’s pod

“Why cannot I not try it out now?”

“Because it’ll screw with my plans if you do.”

“But…I want to feel you both.”

“Soon Ver. Soon.”

Part 4: Coming?

[koipudding]

lab partner! kaiser who wants to get out and go home as soon as possible. he skips some necessary steps and it’s always infuriating you!!!!

lab partner kaiser who showed up twenty minutes late to the first lab (didn’t even show up for lecture) witj lipstick on his neck and shirt all messed up and you had the only table available.

lab partner! kaiser whos barely in lecture yet scores the highest, but is half dead in lab.

lab partner! kaiser who flirts with the girls in the next table instead of focusing.

lab partner! kaiser who hands you some tissues and comforts you after an argument with your parents.

lab partner! kaiser texts to make sure you’re home alright, and sends you pictures of his test so you two can practice together.

lab partner! kaiser who scoffs and says “you’re so damn slow.” witj a scowl, but always waits for you. one hand is your bag, the other a drink from the vending machine.

lab partner kaiser who hangs out with you even when the semester is over, and arranges study sessions jn the library.

former lab partner kaiser doesn’t have lipstick stains or messy hair anymore. Former lab partner kaiser has your contact as “mine <3” while everyone else’s (except Ness, Moron (isagi) and his landlord) contacts are blank.

former lab partner kaiser kisses you after graduation, anf whispers that he’s been waiting. waiting so he wouldn’t trample on your studies, waiting so he’d know you’re the one (waiting for you to leave like everyone else, buts it’s been four years and you’ve stayed.)

[miss-conjayniality]

they would’ve been best friends.