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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 92: AEGIS

Table of Contents Third Instar, Chapter 23. Go to previous. Go to next. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming. Appreciate your patience and continued readership. Been having a lot of real life turmoil in the past few months.

This concludes the set of four achronological chapters, which I've termed the "Lockreed Tetralogy." I structured them in such a way that they're sorted into four chapters by theme and relevance, to emulate a sense of "disk repair scan," but if you would also like to read them in chronological order, I have made a Neocities page for it here. I think trying to format it as it appears in HTML, through Tumblr, has taken a year off my life.

It feels ironic that the fourth chapter doesn't have much in the way of content warnings. There's some vague eldritch fuckery afoot, and a bit of memory glitching. Hopefully not too bad.

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"Aegis-bearing Zeus has a design for each occasion, and mortals find this hard to comprehend." — Hesiod's Theogeny

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Data integrity recovery... 99%... Please do not power off your system.

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January 5, 2288

The terminal bonks at 'Choly, to inform him he's used up all his tries for the hour. He's locked out. Again. He slouches and massages his nose bridge behind his glasses.

This would be so much easier if I could get my Pip-Boy working again... and if I had a decryption holotape for it.

Breaking windows isn't an option now that they've solved the building brownout, but the odds of this current trick working are still far higher, he thinks, now that they've restored full power. They just have to remember not to touch the exposed wiring in any security glass Sticks has already shattered.

Despite resistance logging into the admin's terminal at the reception desk, he remains confident that it is crucial to programming his ribbon rack and Lt. Creeley's. He found the required peripheral equipment in a drawer the other day, and a personnel management software manual remains among the reference texts on the desk. He's been at it going on two weeks, without hacking script at his disposal, and nothing at the reception desk seems to point to any clues.

If only the admin were so negligent to have written down the password and tucked it unceremoniously in the desk, or in any of the folders or books.

He sucks a Mentat and skims the desktop again anyway. When he started coming down here to get into the terminal, he would bring his gauss homework with him, but bouncing between failure and rejection is wearing on him more than he can admit. He quickly loses motivation searching the desktop, and lets himself read one of the books to occupy himself for the next hour.

He finds that the orientation text has a unit on the history of this Lockreed site. Maybe it can shed light on the General's interest in this place. Sticks insists she just stole all the robots, but 'Choly knows there's more to it. There's so much more, he swears. There's not any evidence robots have ever been employed here, for starters--there's no storage bays or workbenches, no maintenance equipment, no fuel, no mentions of them in company procedure materials--and the only robot they know is in the building at this given moment is Angel. Understanding just how deep this rabbit trail goes might not solve the primary obstacle that traps them here, but it will still check off a high priority task for them.

So, he reads. His sole taps along the low-pile carpeting, to the faint jazzy tune which saunters the well-lit empty halls of the first floor. The more populated that he learns the world is, the more accustomed to solitude he grows. He's proven he's not as isolated as he thought. All that matters to him is that he's alone by choice.

Interfacing and telemetry prodigies founded the security systems company SysDef in 2052. RobCo negotiated partnership with SysDef, then RobCo bought them in order to procure the patents for their state-of-the-art interfacing protocols. The buyout shifted the company vision: as RobCo Entertainment, they came to script video games. RobCo Entertainment's lavish library could be enjoyed on any RobCo processing system. Thanks to SysDef, that would include the pride of RobCo's Lowell location: the 'Personal Information Processor,' endeared to the world as the Pip-Boy.[2288.01.05-1]

No wonder RobCo devices are compatible with those of so many different companies. The SysDef patent set them a league apart from the rest. Impressed but restless, 'Choly bites through the remaining wafer of Mentat left in his mouth.

His discoveries do substantiate his months of paranoia. It's no secret that RobCo had always partnered heavily with the military, and the military saw special promise in RobCo Entertainment. The federal defense complex orchestrated annexation of the company under their Lockreed Industries. As Lockreed of Nashua, the company resumed full focus on defense systems development. Beyond mention that they had been coding aerospace technologies, the text does not indicate exactly what the military had contracted them to produce for them in the years leading up to the Great War. His only clue is that any questions regarding S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program projects must be routed through the director.

'Choly recalls the crates of ballistics fiber at Boott Mills were labeled S.C.Y.T.H.E. property, too.[2288.01.05-2]

"I really wish I knew what that stood for, damn it."

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February 4, 2288

A terminal with an unburnt screen.

'Choly sits down at a cubicle in an office on an upper floor. He's been wandering a wider path researching the military documentation in the building ever since Sticks began making trips outside. Despite the degree of preservation throughout the premises, because something seems to have prevented the screensaver script on many terminals from triggering, centuries of disuse have burned images deep into their screens. The glow bleed on inoperable terminals, he imagines, resembles what it must be like to stare into the sun.

He hopes he's not Icarus.

It doesn't take long for him to ascertain that whoever once occupied this desk used its terminal for a diary. It's encrypted by pay grade. He unfurls his Pip-Boy keyprong to attempt his password decryption algorithm. Before he can analyze the possible correct commands among the guesses on the screen, a synchronization between a biometric sensor in the room and his nameplate verifies his identity and O-6 pay grade.

It dismisses the encryption check. He's had no reason to wear his bekesha-tulup indoors, so he's tucked his ribbon rack and nameplate into the small pocket in his Vault Suit's lining. Still, he would have expected secure terminals to require more than his physical presence to access them, but he supposes it's not too unlike a unique fingerprint, if the building's biometrics are as advanced as he suspects. He leans into the keyboard and favors proximity to the screen such that he can remove his glasses.

Delight flushes over any possible terror, to recognize the last active user of this terminal was Olivia Francis, then designated Major General.

April 12 2096

I knew this moment would come, but here I am. I may have set up here as a contingency because it was the next nearest secure military property, but there's a very real possibility its SCYTHE products could be the key to reclaiming Deenwood. I'll stay here a few weeks to get a head start on my research before heading to the mall to regroup.

He cannot imagine what enemy hand could accomplish the feat of seizing Deenwood. He squirms, and smiles knowing from history that their occupation was temporary.

April 30 2096

I resent that the... tests disfigured me, but resembling what the locals call a 'ghoul' has afforded me some degree of anonymity. I couldn't clear my head and instead shifted gears during my stay at the settlement that's sprung up inside the local shopping mall. It's my understanding that all Lockreed employees who survived Great War Day relocated at this 'Ant Lane.' They've integrated well enough that they've given me trouble tracking them down to question, but some still haven't broken the habit of wearing their Pip-Boys in public. I've found a lower-rung developer already. This Ken Luther knows nothing about AEGIS, remembers nothing notable about his tenure, and doesn't grasp why a scavenger would have much interest in a video game facility. Locating Brock Taskerlands would probably solve all my problems. For how hot he was to procure the property, he has to have known what he was buying into, but I need to continue under the likelihood that only his legacy lingers here.

After my stay, I know now what I must do. What I need is locked inside the mall, and the key to freeing it IS here.

He sits for some time. He rereads the entry trying to jog his memory of those names. Surely, he reassures himself, she had not set in motion the events which transpired last October. This couldn't have anything to do with the granite, or the fungus, or the hypnagogic chroma shifts, or the widespread acute memory damage.

He curses under his breath in a healthy mix of English and Russian. The idea that the General believed Taskerlands was actually remarkable ruffles him a great deal. Eventually, he jots some notes... Luther, Taskerlands, AEGIS... underscores Taskerlands, overwrites the name time and again with a strained gurn... and continues.

May 18 2096

At least one AEGIS technician survived the War, but she's since passed away. This Marion Rigley seems to have kept her classified training confidential and has shared only the most rudimentary repair methods. It's unthinkable that she couldn't recognize that her proprietary knowledge would prove invaluable in maintaining one of the largest and most effective bomb shelters on the Eastern Coast. Maybe she didn't believe Ant Lane would need to exist as a community much longer, and held onto the misguided idealism that the United States she knew might one day return to its glory days. Maybe she thought similar threats to human life have ceased to exist in this post-nuclear tapestry. Or maybe she knew that with an intimate familiarity with the system comes the capacity to abuse it. The irony almost stings.

June 9 2096

After speaking with some of the locals who maintain Ant Lane's walls, I convinced the Hall to let me look around their maintenance closet, under the guise that I wanted to know what sort of components to scavenge for repairs. They believe I'm interested in learning how to maintain the building. Beyond a doubt they have no knowledge whatsoever of the existence of a mainframe hidden somewhere on the property. I need to be more cautious because this is feeling a little too easy.

June 26 2096

The Lane is one Protectron lighter. No one noticed it wandered outside, and no one noticed it rejoined me one block away. I've proven I don't need access to the STAR Control mainframe to hack AEGIS. The robot will accompany me in a few days. I'll tell them that I found it and felt obligated to return it. When it rejoins the anechoic grid, it will transmit a Trojan frequency to the other robotics on site. It's a shame that STAR parameters only function within architectural boundaries designed for it. Otherwise, I might be able to conscript more robots than just these thirty Protectrons. Finally getting somewhere.

July 1 2096

The Hall let me keep the Protectron, which I've named Helen. They consider her defective since she was able to get outside the mall. I brought their attention to the reality that the robots on site have not undergone maintenance in twenty years, and they asked me if I couldn't take a look. I didn't expect to be able to freely repair and upgrade them prior to commandeering them. They've got me on robotics duty now. My plan exceeds my expectations already.

She's very efficient. It's sublime to finally have a robot of my own, after being surrounded by colleagues for decades whom the government legally required to have them. Even if she doesn't survive this scheme in one piece, I wholly intend to rebuild her. She's the beginning of something I hold dear.

July 24 2096

It's done. I tested the Trojan sequence. When interrogated on whether I tampered with the Protectrons, I underscored that I have nothing but the vitality of the Lane at heart. They blamed my repair work for the casualties, though no one could explain how the Protectrons and turrets all went haywire at once. Only steel and copper can reclaim Deenwood now. My efforts will nevertheless prevent needless slaughter at the hands of army traitors. The Court ruled it manslaughter, and motioned to dismiss all robots from the premises. I never met any of the Aldermen, but I'm thrilled they unwittingly ruled in my favor. When I told the Hall I would ensure total robot removal without further casualty, they decided that my guarantee outweighed taking my life. Some of the guards figured the robots would do me in either way. Going forward, they'll emphasize reliance on their security guards. I wish them all the luck.

Now that I have my reserve troops stationed inside Lockreed, I can uninstall the fabricated programming dysfunction, and convert the Trojan to my customized STAR parameters. I've been able to control Helen remotely. I'll be able to rein the others.

Those Academy of Liberty bastards won't know what hit them.

As expected, these diary entries raise more questions than they answer. When he tries to copy the entries to the JBD in his holotape deck, a permissions error bonks at him. The read function is locked behind an O-6 pay grade, but the write function is locked behind a confidentiality of O-8 or higher. He slaps the side of the terminal case, then pretends he's kidding. He smiles into himself as he retracts his key-prong.

It's fine. If he can't take the terminal's data to his current workspace, he'll take his current workspace to this terminal. This office desk boasts much more desk space than the cubicle downstairs anyway. And if he needs to, next time he can transcribe the entries himself manually.

But what did it all mean?

On his way back downstairs, he can't help but chuckle in a secondhand nostalgia regarding the humble beginnings of Helen's AI signature.[2288.02.04-1]

What other models has the General loaded her into? At what point did she become an Assaultron? His smile fades, but his spirit persists. What will her next model be?

He shakes his head with a tut and smirk.

"Of course See's is her fault. Of course it is."[2288.02.04-2]

He giggles and chuffs intermittently for hours, that the Lane likely never saw what its appointed squad of robots could have done drowning in the electromagnetic distortions of a postwar nor'easter... and that the General very likely never knew that she spared the Lane that tragedy by having rigged a smaller scale fake malfunction of her own.

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February 15, 2288

"I do hope you're finding what you're looking for here, Sir."

Angel tidies the space it has tidied three times already. It whistles as it whisks its feather-bare duster at the spotless shelves of the director's office.

"You know that I had to be certain we wouldn't set off the security systems by coming up here."

Seated at the desk, 'Choly paces the menus on its terminal. For some time, he chews at a pencil bridled between his teeth, and says nothing further.

"Here. Fucking fuck, I've got it." He removes his glasses and rubs at his eyes, then rereads the most recent of several entries. "The S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program outline for this site is all here. All this time I was expecting it entailed a product, but their project was... Fuck. Ant Lane was a military experiment. Listen to this. The director kept drafts of sales pitches, and mental notes of investors."

Pheasant Lane Mall, our most ambitious phase of the STAR Control program, showcases the versatility of our STAR Cores. The property's highly specialized proprietary AEGIS wiring, which provides the above ground vault with an interior secure of all electromagnetic radiation, incorporates twenty STAR Cores. AEGIS in this way blocks external radio frequencies, including EMPs and ionizing radiation, while still providing internal management of all RobCo robotics on site. Thirty Protectrons and fifty-three turrets guard Pheasant Lane. The mall's supervisor has total and simultaneous control of all robots within the boundaries of the mall, all with the convenience and ease of a RobCo mainframe.

Its position straddling the NH-MA state line was not just a strategy of finance but also one of function. Ideally, the convenient location will create opportunities for many to frequent the property. We hope its lavish amenities make it feel like a second home to locals and tourists alike.

"And another. This one's dated 2071."

Due to the high production costs of AEGIS infrastructure, it's been a decade since the completion of Pheasant Lane, and it's still the only standing testament to its virtues. Military interest in STAR Control got us bought into the Lockreed market, and it's kept us going in recent years thanks to S.C.Y.T.H.E. And now, we can applaud John-Caleb Bradberton's sizable investment in implementing yet another illustrious demonstration of STAR Control excellence, by contracting us in the development and erection of the Galactic Zone park in Nuka-World.[2288.02.15-1] Needless to say, as inheritors of the RobCo Entertainment headquarters, we have been quite delighted to see the space themed entertainment park outfitted with dozens of opportunities for visitors to engage with RobCo Games properties. However, the park development committee opted to bring in Vault-Tec in a multi-corporation collaborative decision, and while showcasing cohabitation of multiple big name brands at Nuka-World, it's also a glaring commentary on the failure of AEGIS as a vault technology, as AEGIS-based vaults make no appearance on its roster.

Securing steady funding wouldn't be such a struggle if the only thing that has kept House's interest in us was the SysDef interfacing protocols. He's been investing more and more in private sectors over his military holdings. It's why Lockreed got its hands on the company so easily. My Intel tells me his business habits have been seeming more and more like unhinged hobbies, but they can never seem to spit out what they mean.[2288.02.15-2]

Perhaps Bradberton's investment in STAR Control will inspire further investors going forward. After all, our telemetry doesn't require the costly AEGIS infrastructure.[2288.02.15-3] Drawing in investors like Bradberton will not only improve popular opinion of the military's advancements, but will fund them for decades. To say he's pleased with the Galactic Zone is an understatement. He's reached out to me regarding any other highly proprietary military technologies with which he could be permitted to outfit his park. I contacted Col. Nelson about it, and he's told me to direct him to some bigwig, Gen. Braxton. Mentioned something bigger than the S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program, too. Bradberton is among the world's wealthiest. I can only imagine what Nelson's offhand remark must mean the eccentric inventor's buying into next.[2288.02.15-4]

It's least of many evils, between House, Taskerlands[2288.02.15-5], and Bradberton. If only I could get inside the head of a billionaire. Do you go crazy with that much money, or does it take being crazy to earn it?

He falls quiet again as he engrosses himself in the documents, a majority of which bear timestamps dating between 2054 and 2062. He recalls that Sacristan Haidinger suggested Vault-Tec had nothing to do with Pheasant Lane Mall's value as a bomb shelter, and these archives confirm that the two companies never communicated or collaborated regarding the site. The government's Project Safehouse, most well known for spearheading Vault-Tec's construction of the majority of the nation's bomb shelters, had also commissioned independent contractors to try a varied civilian-oriented approach to national defense. (For example, Pulowski Shelters spring to mind.)

Several documents indicate that when the military lost interest in the financial viability of constructing subsequent structures like Pheasant Lane, interest still lingered in repurposing STAR Cores elsewhere. The biggest contract for them shows that Lockreed supplied Nuka-World with thirty-five STAR Cores, to control a large and diverse reserve of fully outfitted RobCo and General Atomics military grade robotics.

The thirty Protectrons and fifty-three turrets still bewilder 'Choly. If everything in the General's terminal entries is accurate, the Lane had to determine the source of the earliest true AEGIS malfunction, restore it, and continue fully and knowingly protected. When had the first electromagnetic nor'easter ravaged the East Coast, and put this AEGIS system to the test? Yet, even if these AEGIS bugs do get repaired, he can appreciate how the biological effects of such a storm precipitate such entrenched local superstitions.

Any science Sutter Grove commands is likely reverse engineered at best. He's neither a programmer nor an engineer, and can't do much more than augment their knowledge base going forward. Have the Lane's inhabitants ever truly known why or how the building protects them? He's not confident he can adequately explain to the Lane exactly what such things represent, but he knows with unwavering certainty that the survival of Ant Lane depends on its ability to withstand harsh magnetic weather conditions. Although at heart its inhabitants have largely reduced its architectural aegis to ghosts and shadows, Ant Lane owes its very existence to overwhelmingly advanced technological engineering.

Angel stops its cleaning routine to check on its owner.

"Chin up, Sir. It can't be all bad," the Mister Handy says. "I'm not sure I follow most of what you've just read aloud, but surely there's some kind of silver lining in it all. Some information that makes your trouble getting into this office worthwhile? Mmh?"

He glances up at Angel with an uptick of purpose.

"More of a lead lining. Or copper? Copper lining? Fuck, there's got to be hundreds of tons of copper in that place. I don't follow much of what's detailed here, either, but some of Sutter Grove's electricians might. We'll take them everything we can. Spare parts and all."

There's got to be surplus components here. STAR Cores, the redundant components of Systemized Telemetry for Automated Robot Control, routed through the architectural multi-layered cousin of the Faraday cage AEGIS, the AnEchoic Gridwork Integrated Shield.

He snaps his fingers, and swivels in his seat to push himself up with his cane. Like the one the General had used to pen her entries regarding the Academy of Liberty, this terminal is also write-protected. He'll return to it as needed, to transcribe it and transfer its data somewhere he can print out everything.

He stops and frowns. The orientation booklet. The onboarding manual. If any of the texts he's found here have indicated anything regarding the STAR Control trained specialists, STAR Cores, or AEGIS, he would know it by now. Surely he's simply overlooking something profound in plain sight.

Of course, he reminds himself, the onboarding book is just an entry level training manual. STAR Control and AEGIS must be among the most sophisticated projects this Lockreed ever worked on. Their finer workings eluded a polymath like the General for an entire summer to the point she was tracking down the masterminds behind it all.

"Maybe there's a manual here for AEGIS training," he tells himself, and commences browsing the shelves Angel has just finished dusting for the fifth time today. "Or at the very least, a layout of where they manufactured STAR Cores."

"That's the spirit! Shall I help you look?"

Getting a reply where he expected none shakes him from inside his own head just a bit. He glances up with a pleasant startled thoughtfulness.

"Yes. Thank you."

"But of course!" After a while, it comments, "It's been so delightfully quiet since we've been here in New Hampshire, you know. Just the three of us. None of those pesky voices. So much easier to focus on my housekeeping."

'Choly stops and stares off into the corner. His voice cracks.

"Angel, clarify."

"The voices? Oh, they've been bouncing around in my receiver wiring since sometime in Lowell, I'd estimate. I couldn't tell you exactly when they stopped, but I've felt haywire since long before the damage you've told me I suffered recently."

"The laser attachment." His eyes dull as his head turns to his companion. His gaze falls past it. "We removed all your attachments when we entered Ant Lane."

"So that's where it's all gone!" Angel exclaims, with the levity of mere inconvenience. "I just knew I had attachments! Oh, I pray my service is still satisfactory to you, lacking them, Mister Sir. Should I fetch them so we can reattach them, or shall we continue with the brass tacks?"

He sees red. If her tampering extends beyond having modified Angel's tendril laser, there's no other explanation in his mind than that she tried to power it on during the storm... and that she's thus responsible for Angel suffering gauss damage. He can't cry.

"Moy Angel, you're you no matter what equips you."

"And you're you, no matter your equipment." Angel's chuckle fades out in a glitched static. "Remind me again what we're here for, if you could, Sir."

A smile cracks his haunted veneer.

"Sometimes you're more human than you think."

"Not as much of a compliment as one might think."

He wipes the smile off his face, only to grin and resume searching the shelves.

"Ни фига себе..."[2288.02.15-6]

"Well! No need to curse about it."

"This whole thing. Every turn leaves me speechless. Even you." He grips a book spine. "Perhaps I misspoke. You're complex, in a way humans can be. Complex, tragic, laughable."

"I'm complex in a way machinery can be. Complicated and unpredictable."[2288.02.15-7]

"Never change."

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January 5, 2288

'Choly looks up from the book to check the countdown timer on the terminal. Three minutes left. He hems and drums his pencil on the steno he's been using to track the possible ten letter passwords he's already tried.

The General must think she's General of the entire US Army, having survived all other known officers. Maybe it's as simple as some presumption that she owns the rights to anything the Army claimed. He hopes it's that simple. She doesn't strike him as the type to binge Grognak & the Ruby Ruins.

His mind drifts, and his eyes trace over the individual letters. Something clicks about the dots and crosses and natural spacing of his handwriting. It may have been nine months ago, but he still remembers just enough of the method he applied to hack Eleanor's terminal in Lexington. The markup of the encryption is one means of finding the password. He's thrown blind guesses at it all this time. It takes a bit for him to jog his memory how to coax the terminal to display that formatting, but once it spills across the screen, he needs only heed the punctuation to determine the answer. Subjectify.

[Server connection severed. Contact an Administrator if the problem persists.]

He hopes he doesn't need an uplink in order to gain access to the nametag application. At least if he does, this is an administrative terminal, so he shouldn't need to stray far from where he sits at the first floor lobby. He plucks around the terminal to get a feel for how this administrator kept his desk. The admin's daily life doesn't concern him, but his curiosity distracts him enough from his immediate task that he still takes a glance at the inbox. Even if snooping doesn't yield anything, reading the admin's various correspondences still seems interesting.

He opens messages that appear high profile, but they're vague at best. Eventually, he doubles back to a shrink of messages with a long chain of back and forth. Most of it is between the admin and the director. He skims to get the gist, and cuts to the height of the drama.

I've told you once, and I'll tell you a dozen times: don't accept his creepy gifts, and don't entertain him! It's not our problem anymore, and we're not beholden to disclose confidential documents to a civilian, no matter how much money he paid for an old SysDef property. If he breaks it by modifying it, that's his problem. He comes in again, you call security. Please take your job seriously.

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Sir, I accept responsibility for the storm I ruffled. Know that I take my position very seriously. It's just that I figured, if he bought the property, maybe the developers would be keen on helping him? It seemed like a possible avenue to garner his continued investment in Lockreed. I won't make the same mistake again.

I hope you enjoy your vacation next week.

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As the admin, you have access to accounting files. As the admin, you don't have the authority or credentials to make decisions based on that data.

If the board needed your input on investors, you'd be looped into board meetings.

Lockreed has concluded involvement with Taskerlands. We will no longer be doing business with him in the future, not even on prior purchases. Do not let him in the building again, or YOU will not be let in the building again. Do I make myself clear?

The thread ends here, but an asterisk indicates that a reply sits in the admin's drafts:

Sir, I know this week's misstep with Mr. Taskerlands reflects poorly on my skills, but I assure you that going forward, I will prove myself to the board. My desk may not be the brains of this company, but I am its uncanny eyes and ears, and I hear just about everything. I know better than most

'Choly wonders if the admin was cruising for a promotion or simply clawing to keep his job. He muses over the ancient office drama while he gets to work fiddling with Lt. Creeley's RFID nametag. He grabs the personnel software manual, and roots through the admin's desk for the peripheral equipment required to use it. His hand sets upon something cold and sobering.

Instead of producing the name tag cradle, he pulls from the back of the drawer a potato sized bronze paperweight. He wishes he didn't recognize the features of the metal mask. A gift tag still dangles from a thin twine around it, in a crude indelicate script: A gift from the Aldermen, to Lockreed's sharpest and brightest.

He forbids himself from reacting. He returns it to the drawer, and shuts it rigidly when he cannot shut it calmly. He has work to do.

He searches the next drawer down for the RFID cradle, and finds it. Once he plugs it in, he instructs the terminal to scan for it, then dives into the script. Maybe he's just spent an alarming amount of time in recent months immersed in programming literature, but the application is surprisingly straightforward, and reprogramming its identity data for its new owner is a breeze. He notes that the script suggests the lieutenant's name was Maria Greeley, and inspects the tag where it sits in the cradle with a skewed expression. He removes his glasses and picks at the engraved lettering with the tip of his pencil. A fleck of debris dislodges from the engraved letter, demonstrating it is in fact a G, not a C.

Because the server is inaccessible, and because he and Sticks are the only living humanoids present in the building, he can isolate the building's biometrics and indicate which of the two he wants the nametag to define as Maria Greeley.[2288.01.05-3] The RFID cradle has a deck for engraving, but he has no blanks to use to make one that says Sticks on it. He hopes the ghoul won't mind what the physical tag says, as long as its digital programming works.

If they stay much longer, he'll consider snooping around for their office supply closet to locate some. But if it works, they shouldn't have to bother.

It's going to work.

Next, he has his own name tag with him. His ease altering Greeley's tag suggests that Lockreed likely developed this personnel name tag system for all military applications, not just corporate military sites such as this. Greeley wasn't stationed at Deenwood, as far as he can tell, but the tag's similarity to his own suggests even these are about as military issue as it gets. When he loads the script contained in his tag, he must sit back and read it time and again. There's something wrong about it. He's no sophisticated programmer, but between the script he just edited on the other name tag and the script instructions in front of him in the software manual, he can clearly discern entire lines of script that set apart his name tag from the lieutenant's.

"Olivia altered it." He sits back in his chair and chews on his pencil. "When she promoted me to colonel, she didn't just edit my ribbon rack and devices: she... tampered with it."

He's nervous to alter any of the script, lest it bungle his ability to regain access to Deenwood. He sits up and rolls his eyes at himself before poising over the keyboard once again.

That's ridiculous. Why does it matter if I hypothetically ever step foot on base again, if I can't even step foot out of this building? The system won't accept an ID that looks hacked.

Before deleting any lines of script, or changing any parameters or variables, he flips to a new page in his steno and writes down the entire code. It's not that many lines, fortunately, but just like a misplaced comma or unclosed parenthesis, whatever the General added doesn't look like it belongs.

He edits the code to resemble Greeley's as closely as possible, retaining his own name, biometric signature, and credentials, and ejects his tag. Within minutes, he hears the sibilant click of pneumatic locks opening all down the halls.

He shivers.

"Why am I usually only right when that's a bad thing?"

She's been their warden all along, intentionally or otherwise. But she couldn't have known they would end up here. They're here by a fluke of getting lost in the ice Fog. She couldn't have intended that they get locked inside due to a technicality of her code meddling. And yet, with the subtlety and sleight of mind the woman commands, he can expect no better explanation.

At least she was so kind as to stock a season's worth of MREs.

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[2288.01.05-1] Lockreed of Nashua. The history of this company is based off the historical Sanders Associates. Sanders Associates started as contractor of defense technologies. One of their engineers, Ralph H. Baer, developed the first video game as a side project, for which they partnered with Magnavox to produce. Their console was the Magnavox Odyssey. Eventually Lockheed Martin bought Sanders. Currently BAE Systems owns the property.

[2288.01.05-2] The S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program is mentioned in Fallout 4. In the years leading up to the Great War, the US military contracted existing civilian manufacturing facilities to produce army resources to reduce the time and funds building new factories. There are several such companies mentioned, but the acronym's definition is yet unknown, and it's unknown the full scope of contracts belonging to the project.

[2288.01.05-3] Greeley. Maria shares a surname with the protagonist and programming specialist of The Stone Tape, Jill Greeley. They both met their demise as a consequence of their indefatigable investigations.

[2288.02.04-1] The Assaultron Helen is named after Helen of Troy. One, a major factor to the Battle of Lowell does amount to Olivia and Laverne fighting over Helen, though they both have their notions as to why she's the perfect companion. Two, Olivia first stole her by exploiting Ant Lane's security systems via a Trojan virus.

[2288.02.04-2] See's assault rifles. Olivia may have removed the robots from Ant Lane, but the mall's security and maintenance crew were tasked with the turrets' removal. Turrets in Fallout typically take 5.56 bullets. The assault rifle is See's guards' most used weapon because the bullets would exist in surplus for decades after the 2096 incident. Some higher ranking guards have firearms with converted 5.56 receivers as well for this reason.

[2288.02.15-1] Nuka-World's Galactic Zone employs STAR Control telemetry to manage the operation of military grade robotics for entertainment display. These redundant components must exist in a certain quantity within the system in order to be capable of broadcasting a strong enough frequency to secure access.

[2288.02.15-2] Robert House, the owner of RobCo and all its subsidiaries, began investing in private sectors in the years leading up to the Great War. In Fallout New Vegas, it becomes known that two such high priority ventures for him were ensuring his effective immortality through development of a stasis chamber, and the development of the Platinum Chip with its capacity to control a fleet of Securitron robots. He sought to prevent the nuclear exchange altogether, but ironically a direct nuclear hit on Las Vegas on October 23rd prevented the delivery of that command chip.

[2288.02.15-3] In the Anatomy continuity, Ant Lane was the prototype for STAR Core telemetry modules. In practice, it was proven that a majority of what made the system so costly was AEGIS itself, and that STAR Cores are functionally independent of that infrastructure. Untethered from the problem child, Lockreed would go on to effortlessly produce STAR Cores for the military through the S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program. Bradberton would later furnish a contract to procure enough to furnish the Galactic Zone.

[2288.02.15-4] John-Caleb Bradberton colluded with high ranking military, bartering for confidential technologies both with his wealth and with his own inventions. Nuka-Cola produced several confidential military products, and the partnership promised a front-facing public image which would bolster popular opinion of both the soda and the army. He managed to convince Gen. Braxton to permit his inclusion in the incredibly top secret Project Cobalt, which, in kind with House's ideologies, turned out of be another effective immortality technology.

[2288.02.15-5] Brock Taskerlands is a portmanteau of both the property owner and project manager from The Stone Tape. Although his only holdings were in Vermont granite quarries and Pheasant Lane Mall, the billionaire was not so unlike the other eccentric investors who had their individual hands in Lockreed of Nashua's various interfacing and telemetry technologies.

[2288.02.15-6] Ни фига себе. Somewhat vulgar, definitely impolite. No kidding, no frigging way, not flipping yourself off.

[2288.02.15-7] 'Choly and Angel are exchanging various quotes from Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions regarding string theory, human nature, and self-determination.

#fallout #fallout fanfic #fallout 4 #sole survivor #fo4 fanfic #the anatomy of melancholy #melancholy #angel #let's have fun in new hampshire

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allyreactions · 4 years ago

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Dating NCT | Mark

- masterlist requests : OPEN

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║ pairings ; mark lee x fem! reader

║ genre ; fluffy fluff, smut, angst

║ word count ; 2.4k

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~ A/N : I’ve been so soft for Mark, I just had to let it out. also I think I went a little bit overboard ... I wrote so much. so please pretty please send me your feedback on it because I literally poured my heart into this post. thanks 🥺

~ Admin Ally

* gif credits to the owner *

♡ how you meet :

you first met Mark at the local bookstore

you were browsing through the fiction section, searching for your next read

as you pursued the shelves, you slid your finger across the spine of the books

until landing on the mystery novel you had been searching for

you removed the book from the shelf and added it to the stack of books you were carrying in your other arm

feeling satisfied with your collection, you proceeded to walk over to the lounge area to review the books

you sat down in a large, green armchair and placed the stack of books next to you on the side table

you picked up the first book, the mystery novel you had been dying to get your hands on, and started reading through the authors note on the inside cover

as you were flipping through the pages, glancing at the chapters, someone tripped over your foot

“oh, my bad”

the boy shyly bowed and apologized

“it’s okay,” you replied nodding back

the boy continued on his way and walked over to the magazine section

there he joined two other boys, you assumed they were friends

you shrugged off the interaction and diverted your attention back to your book

about 10 minutes pass by and you’ve glanced over each book you’ve found

you decided to buy the mystery novel and a YA romance novel

you gathered your things before putting the other books back on the shelf

you were back in the fiction section, your eyes scanning the shelves to find the correct place to put away a sci-fi novel when you heard some muffled giggling behind you

you decided not to turn around and focused on finding the section of books that matched the one you were trying to put away

“Johnny, I’m not gonna talk to her” a boy said in a whispered tone

“you’ve been staring at her this whole time, go talk to her!” encouraged another boy, you assumed it was the boy names Johnny

you tried again to ignore the whispers behind you

that is until you felt a tap on your shoulder

you turned around and were faced with a black-haired blushing boy

you glanced at the two boys behind him who were pretending to be inconspicuous, but failing at it

one boy was tall with auburn hair and held a starbucks cup in his hand

the other was slightly shorter with long blonde hair, is that a mullet?

“I um, ..” the boy in front of you spoke

you returned your gaze back to the shy boy

“I uh, my name’s Mark”

you were still very much confused as to what was going on

you didn’t mean to, but the puzzled look on your face must have given the boy a bad feeling because he said

“I don’t mean to bother you, but I um .. I think you’re really cute”

his ears were bright red and he had trouble looking you in the eye

he was so nervous

it’s charming

“I promise I’m not a bad guy, but um, would you lie to go on um ... a date with me?”

♡ first date :

you guys had been talking for a few days leading up to your date

Mark wanted to make sure you didn’t think he was some sort of weirdo for asking you out in Barnes and Noble

and he wanted you to at least get to know him before going out

and the two of you discussed your schedules and were able to set up a date and time for the two of you to go out

and Mark, being the gentleman that he is, decided to take you to a restaurant for your first date

he wanted to keep things sort of traditional and classy and make you feel special

he’s a softie like that

he really wanted to impress you by dressing nice in a blazer and dress shoes

he wanted to prove that he’s more than just the nervous, giggly guy you found in a bookstore

ugh im so soft

anyway, Mark picks you up and you two head to the restaurant together

once you’re seated at your table, the waiter takes your orders for drinks and appetizers

once she leaves, there’s nothing but silent tension

Mark’s hand flies to the back of his neck, nervously fildeling with the hair behind his head.

“you look really nice” he said, his voice was low

you could sense the anxiousness by his tone

“thanks, you look really nice too” you said, returning the compliment

there was another long pause

“how are your books? I.. I mean the ones you bought last week” Mark asked, he was making an effort to start a conversation

the two of you had no problem talking over text, but the both of you are clearly nervous around each other

was it because both nervous and socially awkward? or was it the sexual tension?

who knows

eventually the awkwardness subsided sort of

Mark was still visibly nervous

he kept rubbing the back of his neck and would stutter every so often

it was cute that he was nervous

but it’s all part of his charm

I mean, that’s the reason you agreed to go out with him in the first place

alright, back to your dinner

you were able to have a decent conversation with him

the two of you discussed your family and friends, your hobbies and interests

nothing too wild

but the whole time, Mark listened to you intently

he would ask questions, furthering your conversation

he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you and learning about your interests

it was refreshing and sweet

every so often, he would crack a joke

and they were always so cheesy and dorky

but it was cute, so you laughed along

after your meal, Mark had offered to walk you home before it got too late

he wanted to make sure you got home safely

when you arrived at your doorstep, the two of you exchanged goodbye’s

“I had a good time tonight” you said

“I’m glad, so did I” Mark smiled back shyly

you placed a soft peck on his cheek

his cheeks flushed pink and the tip of his ears turned bright red

“Good night beautiful” Mark said, taking ahold of your hand

he leaned in and gently kissed your forehead

♡ living together / couple stuff :

everyday with Mark is an adventure

and I mean that in the best way

Mark is always full of surprises

sometimes he’ll be sitting in the living room and just start strumming his guitar and sing soft ballads and his voice would echo through the house

or you’ll be fixing dinner for the two of you in the kitchen and you’ll hear his infectious laughter from the living room

you and Mark have tons of inside jokes

he’s always making cheesy jokes

like even if his jokes aren’t funny

you’ll still laugh along because he’s just that cute and clueless

sometimes he’ll come home and share stories about his day

like he’ll talk about the producers he met with and the songs he’s been working on with them

and he’ll get super excited too

“babe, I can’t wait for you to hear the finished product”

not that that he wants validation from you, but hearing you praise him for his work and his music really gives him an ego boost

who doesn’t want to hear the love of their life compliment them on their passions?

also, you’re a huge inspiration and muse to him

now not every song he write its written about you, but when it comes to love songs on nct albums or a superm album, you’re always at the forefront of his mind when contributing to love lyrics

he loves adding little nods to your relationship in his music

it’s his way of showing his love for you

but it’s not always in just lyrics, he can also be romantic in his actions

although he can be a little awkward sometimes

he’s just a sweet puppy okay? be gentle with him

Mark is a big cuddle bug

he’s kind of clingy when he returns home from tour and promotions

and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible when his schedule is clear

mornings with Mark are an experience

he absolutely loves to treat you to breakfast in bed

but Mark isn’t the best chef

so he’ll either try his best at making you eggs and toast

or he’ll stop by your favorite cafe and purchase a to-go order

Mark loves making you feel special in any little way he can

but let’s talk about the night time

after dinner, the two of you like to cuddle up and watch the newest kdrama episode on tvN or just watch a random bad movie on Netflix to make fun of

you’ll of course have a big bowl of popcorn and finish it within the first 10 minutes of the movie

and when the movie is over, you’ll walk to your shared bedroom

and cuddle up under the blankets and snuggle into Marks chest

because of course he’s the big spoon

and you’ll interlock fingers

sometimes when neither of you can sleep, Mark encourages you to talk about whatever is on your mind

because sometimes you have too much going on and you mind is just so full that you can’t sleep

Mark is super understanding and just offers his ear to you

he’ll comfort you if there’s anything serious going on

Mark is just super supportive and loves having deep conversations with you

he loves how these deep conversations bring the two of you closer together because it strengthens your trust in one another

♡ arguments :

Mark doesn’t seem like the confrontational type

and the two of you don’t fight often

like I had mentioned before up above, you and Mark tend to tell each other everything

there’s not much that you hide from each other

and you guys have such a strong bond that jealousy doesn’t really affect you both

but that doesn’t mean that life stresses can’t affect you

now we all know that we tend to take out our frustrations on the people we love

so I feel like most of the bumps in your relationship could be related to the stresses from work and everyday life

like sometimes you just have a bad day at work

you boss is in a mood and takes it out on you, so you bring home that frustration and eventually take it out on Mark

even though you don’t mean to

another example may be the stress about your public relationship with him as an idol

obviously if you received hate, it might have an effect on your actions towards your boyfriend

you become distant and closed off a bit

the comments say that you don’t deserve someone like Mark, and even though you know they’re wrong that doesn’t mean their words don’t hurt

and when Mark realizes how closed off you’ve been, he’ll try to talk with you about it

of course he won’t force you to talk about things until you’re ready

but Mark can be a little fragile, and the fact that you’ve been distant would hurt him

and when he hears that you’ve been doubting that you’re worthy of his love really hurts him

he’ll comfort you and rub the tears from your face

seeing you cry just breaks his heart

♡ sexy time :

okay, now I’ve said this before, but Mark is a soft dom, possibly a switch

listen, don’t cancel me

I feel like Mark puts on a show that he’s super kinky

and his lyrics from ‘whiplash” and ‘drippin’ are proof of that

but when it comes down to the wire, I think he’s actually kind of nervous at first

sex with Mark for the first time is a sweet experience

of course, y’all aren’t going to jump straight into choking on the first night

Mark is a gentleman

a good christian boy

Mark is a soft dom for your first time

he’s very gentle and he takes his time, making sure that you’re comfortable and satisfied every step of the way

he places kisses all over your body, making sure he pays attention to every inch of your body

Mark pays attention to every moan and whimper that falls from your precious lips

he’ll leave love bites and markings in all your sensitive spots

his thrusts are slow and deep, making it easier for you to feel every inch of him completely fill you

I can’t see Mark finishing inside you for the first time, but creampies are definitely something he’s into

*cough* drippin by nct dream and drop by superm *cough*

he really likes creampies

but once the two of you get comfortable with each other and settle into your relationship, that’s when the kinks come out

I would say that Mark is open to experimenting in bed

and even though the both of you are comfortable with each other, Mark is still slightly awkward when talking about sex with you

it’s just who he is

when it comes to trying out things that you’re interested in, that’s when I feel like Mark would take the backseat

he’d sub on those nights

it’s just easier for you to take control when doing things that you’re interested in

but when it comes to you wanting Mark to choke you or spank you, I feel like he would be a little hesitant at first

he just doesn’t want to hurt you

he’s not sure how strong his grip should be around your throat

he’s not sure how hard he should spank you

what level of pain did you want to receive?

but once he saw your response and heard your begging, he’ll start to get into it

he’ll thrust into you hard and fast, his grip around your throat will tighten

he watches as your eyes roll back in pure pleasure, until you finally climax and cry out his name in ecstasy

he loves watching you cum all over him

I can see him wanting to try out cockwarming, but he’s somewhat nervous when brining it up to you

cockwarming is something the two of you do when you’re cuddling after sex

of something that you do in the morning when it’s cold outside and you just want to cozy up and share each other’s warmth

it’s an intimate thing that Mark’s been interested in trying out, and sharing moments like that with you would be pretty meaningful for him

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years ago

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ʙɪɢ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰ 1 / 2 | 𝕁𝕁𝔹𝔸 𝟛 [Drabble]

ᴡᴏʟꜰ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!ᴊᴏᴛᴀʀᴏ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

[Part 2]

It’s been stuck in my head-- yes I’m sinning I live for this shit okay ;; man I just need big buff beefy bois to snap my twig existence in h a l f man

Hope y’all enjoy this mess SKSKSKSKS and yes, this is lowkey an au where all the jojo’s are alive together and are family-- they a big ol pack

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As a child, we’re reminded of the various tales of horror and mutilation through history via nursery rhymes and classic fairy tales. Initially hearing these tales, one wouldn’t think much of it besides the basic undertones of safety and precaution to one’s surroundings. Yet upon further inspection, the darker images begin to conjure up and grasp at the reader with it’s terrifying corpse-like grip.

Dragging them deeper and deeper into the lore of a fairy tale’s true history.

ⳮⷤ ── ⲇ ── ⳮⷤ

Stumbling down the stone path, you couldn’t help but feel a sliver of frustration bite at your ankles. It had been 30 minutes--or what you perceived to be 30 minutes-- of wandering in circles. Every turn you took and every path you deemed new only brought you back to the same goddamn spot.

Perhaps you were going mad, or maybe the map the town’s village head gave you was a fake after all! Initially taking this request was something you vehemently denied, despite being one of the few traveling merchants, you were quite picky in which requests you’d take.

After all, the world you lived in wasn’t very kind to humans. The stories you heard from the townsfolk and from your own grandmother had you avoiding the woods that surrounded your quaint village. Though as you grew older you found an odd sort of serenity to the strange forest.

Of course you still avoided passing through it at night, but your perspective of the woods had changed during daylight. Though of course that was not the case now as you stood stranded with no idea of how to get out of the godforsaken forest; and to think you were actually starting to actually like taking brief walks through it.

“Damn map!”

Annoyed, you threw the tattered and worn patch of leather into your basket as you adjusted the deep maroon hood that adorned your figure. Ah yes, little red riding hood. Lost and alone in the big wide unknown.

“Just my fucking luck...”

With no other option, you decided against a luck at fate as you strayed off the path you told yourself you’d never leave. Oh, if you could look at your past self and tell them the stupid thing you just did.

Putting on a brave front, you ventured deeper into the trees as the shrubs and greenery became more wild. The amount of rocks and dirt making for an unsteady path as leafs and foliage found refuge on your hood.

‘What a fucking pain...’ You thought as you blew a stray leaf out of your way. Though at that moment you felt your body freeze as a sudden howl filled the once empty air around you. Suddenly feeling suffocated, you blindly ran through the forest. In hindsight, you should’ve thought this through more carefully, but fight or flight had taken up your thoughts and your immediate reaction had been flight.

What a mistake that was as you heard the sounds of heavy ground shaking steps. Each getting closer to your desperate form as you blindly shoved at branches and bushes in your way before you tripped.

Your breath knocked out of you as you stumbled forward and unfortunately towards the slanted hill. Bracing yourself, you let gravity have it’s fun as it tugged you mercilessly down against the unforgiving forest floor.

Once settled at the bottom of the hill you let yourself lay there. Allowing your body the much needed break as you mentally went through a checklist of your body and well being.

As far as you were aware, nothing was broken and no deep gashes had made themselves apparent to you. Thus concluding, you’d definitely wake up sore as fuck tomorrow with a side of bruises.

That was, if you were going to see tomorrow. The sudden realization dawned upon you. As you were going through your mental checklist, a large burly figure had made it’s way towards you. The same one that had most likely chased you to this point.

Fuck. You were going to die weren’t you?

Staying absolutely still, you kept your eyes focused on the falling leaves as whatever had chased you stopped behind you. Despite not even touching you, you could practically feel it breathing on you. Preparing for the worst, you closed your eyes and wished for a quick death.

Instead, you heard a rather annoyed huff and equally annoyed voice.

“Oi, woman. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

ⳮⷤ ── ⲇ ── ⳮⷤ

Unsure of what to do, you stayed frozen on the ground in hopes of getting by like a possum would and whoever-- rather whatever it was would leave you the fuck alone.

Unfortunately, that didn’t come to reality.

“Are you deaf? I know you’re not dead so quit the dumb act and tell me what the fuck you’re doing in this area.”

Another aggravated yet annoyed prod at your prone form before the mysterious figure finally moved. Thinking your plan had worked, you waited with baited breath for the annoyed figure to disappear from the area. Yet of course, that didn’t happen as your (e/c) met with sharp oceanic turquoise ones.

Not long after did a scream come from you as you finally moved and scurried back as you finally got a good look at whoever had found you.

The figure, or now identified wolf hybrid stood looking annoyed-- if not pissed off at your screams as the veins on the side of his head seemed to bulge in irritation. His brows furrowed in against his rather handsome face as he gave you a sharp and pointed glare.

“Shut the hell up! Your screams are annoying! It pissed me off!” He barked out. His hands shoved deeply into his pockets as his blue green eyes pierced into your own (e/c).

Taking a moment to calm down, you slowly began to inhale and exhale through your nose as you felt your quaking heart begin to find a steady rhythm once again. Feeling better and much more calm, you finally looked up to the person who found you. Though you were surprised with what you saw.

He seemed human for the most part. A long black coat that ended at his knees with a gold chain accessory at the collar, a simple pair of black pants, a tight forest green shirt, and a...hat that seemed to merge with his hair?

Over all, he would’ve seemed like any other human in her town. Save for the pointed wolf ears and the bushy tail behind him.

“...I...Wha--?”

Smart. Definitely intelligent. An annoyed scoff came from the man as he finally withdrew his hands from his pockets. A pack of cigarettes sat in one hand while the other had a lighter. With a swift motion, the addictive nicotine was lit and sat delicately on his plump lips as he pocketed the two items once more.

“I’m asking ya, what the fuck are you doing in this area? Humans usually never wander in this area unless they’re looking for something.”

Calm and composed, he took a drag of his cigarette before he made his way over towards you. Your own form seizing up as your fingers grasped desperately at the grass. He paused though, taking note of your hunched up and terrified form before muttering under his breath and stopping a quarter of the way.

“Tch. I’m not gonna eat or hurt you.”

You weren’t convinced though. Staying alert, you wearily gazed at the man before finally finding the courage to speak.

“...I... I was on a request and got stuck in this loop because of a shitty map and decided to go off path.”

At your response, the man couldn’t help but feel a tick of annoyance before finishing off his cigarette.

“Did you have a map? If so, who gave it to you?”

You pondered this for a moment, unsure if revealing that would end with a massacre in your village, or if it would help you figure out which asshole pawned the fake map to your town’s chief.

Deciding to take up the latter, you confessed to him how you came to your situation.

“I got it from my town’s chief who bought it off of some random merchant. He seemed convinced it was real and gave it to me to use whenever I went out to do my requests.”

It was silent for a moment, then a heavy irritated sigh came from the man as he pulled the tip of his hat forward.

“I have an idea of who the fuck gave your town’s chief that map. I’ll get some solid proof though. For now, you’re coming with me.”

The statement had you freeze as you felt your throat close up. Sensing your sudden dread and fear the man rolled his eyes before continuing.

“It’s getting dark and it wouldn’t be smart to try to lead you home in that state. Tch, my pack will help get you healed up before I take you back tomorrow.”

With that, the man finally drew closer to you. Ignoring your whine of fear as he, to your surprise, gently grabbed your arm and helped you up before he began to drag you towards a path.

After some time of walking the man eventually let go of your arm as you began walking on your own accord. With time, your eyes eventually settled on an area that seemed more open than the areas you had been into prior. The cave and fire catching your attention as more creatures similar to the man beside you.

“Oh Jotaro! I didn’t know you were bringing home guests~!”

A cheery voice rang as your gaze fell on an even bigger man. Your eyes widened as you took in his huge stature before being once again surprised as he delicately holds your hand to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you miss! I’m Johnathon! Johnathon Joestar, but you can call me JoJo! I do hope Jotaro wasn’t rude to you!”

“O-Oh! None at all, he actually kinda...helped me?”

Your response gave the male before you a curious look as he tilted his head before looking to the stoic and quiet man next to you. When no response came, he went to ask you another question before the man you could now identify as Jotaro, spoke.

“Some shit happened and she needs to stay the night, Johnathon. Is Jolyne back? She fell down a hill and needs to be patched up.”

Shocked, Johnathon turned to face you again as his bright blue eyes scanned over your form worriedly. A quick, ‘Language, Jotaro!’ and a nod as he gently tugged you towards the bustling fire.

As you were dragged away from the blunt male, you couldn’t help but mentally thank whatever was watching over your dumbass as you managed to survive the night.

Though you couldn’t help but honestly wonder. Who sold the map to the town’s chief, and why the fuck did you have to have the bad luck to receive it?

You could only hope that the questions would be answered within the following day.

#jjba x reader #jjba imagines #jotaro x reader #kujo jotaro x reader #kujo jotaro #jojo's bizarre adventure #au #wolf hybrid au #reader insert #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro imagine #jotaro imagine #jjba scenerio

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zipstick-writes · 4 years ago

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Inktober 2020 Day 16 - Rocket

The crew of the brand-new Galactic Navy ship named the Skeld had just departed for a newly-discovered planet, Polus, that Earth scientists had determined would be able to support human life with minimal terraforming. Their mission was to join the established research centre and finish the job.

But for now, the crew, consisting of newly-trained Navy recruits Princey, Dad, Hot Topic, Logan, Trash Man, and Janusss, had to complete the in-flight maintenance to keep the ship in as perfect a condition as was possible while on board, as was made standard by the inter-planetary signing of the 3128-AD Quality Control Act.

Normally, this would be a relatively uncomplicated process. However, the crews of many other ships that had departed from the same Space-Dock had reported impostors murdering crewmates and interfering with vital functions of the ship, often resulting in total system faliures.

And thus, the crew of the Skeld were constantly on the lookout for any suspicious activity from their fellow Astronauts. This is their story.

Day 1

The six climbed down the ladder from the bunk-room above the cafeteria and checked the screen on the southern-facing wall to see which faults had been detected by the ship’s systems overnight. One by one they walked up and touched their tablets to the info-port on the side of the screen, logging their tasks to them.

“Looks like I’ve got to submit my bio-scan.” Logan said, reading from his tablet screen. “Would one of you please accompany me so that they can verify my innocence, should anything happen?”

“That’s quite suspicious of you, isn’t it, Logan?” Trash Man giggled. “Sounds just like what the impostor would say.”

Princey shook his head. “How do we know it’s not you, brother? Accusing another right off the bat like that-“

“Alright kiddos, that’s quite enough fighting.” Dad cut in, glancing at his tablet.

“I’m older than you, remember?” Princey interrupted again.

“Princey, will you shut up?” Sighed Hot Topic exasperatedly.

“I’ve got to scan myself in the Med Bay too,” Dad said through the mounting chaos. “I’ll come with ya, Lo.”

“Thank you. This will be adequate.”

Having downloaded the blaster records from the weapons room, Hot Topic was on his way to Administration to upload them to the International Space Agency database. He was at the door when he heard footsteps behind him in the cargo Storage. He turned around, seeing Trash Man standing in the door frame of the hallway.

“Hello, Hot Topic!” He greeted. Overly cheerful for there being a potential murderer on board, Hot Topic noted suspiciously.

“Trash man. Hi.” He responded, measuring his tone carefully so that his suspicion wasn’t noticeable. Hopefully. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just came to swipe my card. How about you? What are you up to?”

“I’m uploading the data from our weapons systems to HQ.” He said, narrowing his eyes at Trash Man behind his helmet. Despite not being able to see past his helmet, Trash Man seemed to catch onto Hot Topic’s suspicion and stopped talking, moving on to attempting to swipe his Crewmate ID card.

“Ugh, why is this damn thing so goddamn difficult?” He mumbled, swiping his card furiously back and forth in the machine.

“Trash Man! Stop, you’re gonna damage the reader.”

Trash man stopped swiping and looked up at Hot Topic.

“It’s really not that difficult,” Hot Topic said, and having completed the upload was now walking over to where Trash Man was holding his card defeatedly. “Here, give me that card. I’ll do mine, then I’ll do yours for you. Okay?”

“Thanks, Topicy!” Trash Man responded.

“And don’t call me Topicy.” He said. Hot Topic swiped his own card, pleased when the light blinked green the first time. He then swiped, or rather attempted to swipe, Trash Man’s card, but was surprised when the red light blinked and the machine buzzed.

“A bad swipe? That’s weird.”

He was about to try again, when the warning lights began flashing and the alarm beeped loudly and repeatedly. The automated computer-voice repeated the phrase, Oxygen Filter Damaged, followed by a countdown of 30 seconds.

Hot Topic jumped, haphazardly throwing the card back at Trash Man and seeing him move from where he was leaning casually against the wall.

He rushed towards the oxygen room, hands shaking slightly as he inputted the code. Janusss and Dad were standing behind him, having entered O2 after him.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “That was close.”

“It sure was, Kiddo,” Dad remarked, “I wonder what could’ve caused that?”

“The Impostor, of course. Why else would the system fail?” Janusss said sarcastically.

“Oh of course, I’m so sorry for being so ignorant, Lord Janusss.” Hot topic snarked back, bowing over-dramatically. He (figuratively) straightened up, and said, more seriously this time, “I’m heading over to the Cafeteria. Trash Man’s acting off. And his card wouldn’t read in Admin.”

“Trash Man’s always acting off.” Dad replied. He paused to think for a moment, “But I suppose it’s better safe than sorry. I’ll come with you.”

EMERGENCY MEETING

The three remaining crewmates arrived at the Cafeteria and seated themselves around the central table.

“What happened?” Princey asked.

“There’s something off about Trash Man.” Hot Topic explained. “He followed me into Admin saying he was there to swipe his card, but the reader wouldn’t take it. Not even when I did it for him. And the O2 sabotage happened while my back was turned. He could’ve done it.”

“Was there any noticeable change of behaviour that indicated he was being imitated?” Logan asked.

“Well no,” Hot Topic replied, “But I can’t help but feel like the sabotage was a distraction to draw people away if he was about to.. y’know, kill me.”

“I’m sure that’s just your anxiety clouding your judgement. I realise my brother can be a bit… How do I put this? Bizarre, but that’s no reason to accuse him of sabotage.”

“I’m with Princey.” Logan said, and Hot Topic was sure he could hear him say ‘for once’ under his breath. “We understand your concern, but it’s simply not enough evidence to eject him.”

“Skip?” Dad asked.

“Skip.” Princey and Janusss responded in sync.

No one was ejected. (Skipped)

1 Impostor Remains

The nighttime alarm sounded, indicating the end of the work day, and the crewmates returned to their bunks and settled down to sleep.

Day 2

The crewmates once again descended the ladder and downloaded their daily tasks, this time in silence. There was no conversation as the six walked in different directions towards their daily tasks.

Logan and Princey set off towards storage to refuel the engines, and Dad went with Hot Topic towards navigation to set a course. Trash Man went off towards electrical maintenance to repair corrosion to the wires.

Janusss made his way over to the reactor.

Once inside, he opened a wiring panel to the reactor’s left. He took out a pocket knife and snapped a couple of wires.

Just enough to cause some trouble, he thought. Checking there was no one around, and glancing at the nearby camera to make sure it was inactive, and opened the hatch leading to the ventilation system. He quietly climbed inside, shutting the hatch behind him.

He lifted up the vent and poked his head out, checking he was alone.

Coast’s clear.

He climbed out silently, right as Trash Man rounded the corner. He was about to climb back in, but it was too late. He’d been seen.

Trash Man made to turn around, but Janusss was faster. He lunged, pulling out his knife, and stabbed him in the back.

“One down, four to go.” He hissed.

He was about to return to the vent when it occurred to him. He could get away with this easily.

Janusss opened the panel for the lights and flicked the switches up, disabling the lights on the whole ship. Satisfied, he then went back in the vents and crawled swiftly to the reactor. He poked his head out. Nobody was there. He set off back to electrical, and after a few moments Logan was beside him, having come from the upper engine.

The others were crowded around the panel, and as soon as a light switch was flicked into place it was switched back again.

I could get another one here.

He pulled out his gun, and fired at random. Logan dropped to the floor, and before the others could react, he hid the pistol in his pocket again.

The others abruptly abandoned the lights and looked around frantically. Janus did the same.

Dad was the first to realise who’d been hit.

“Logan.” He cried. “They got Logan!”

Janusss feigned a look of shock before realising that he was wearing a helmet that rendered his face unreadable. Princey stepped back, turning towards where Janusss had killed Trash Man.

“Look.” He said. “Trash Man’s dead too.” He knelt down beside his brother. “I swear on my beautifully manicured sword I will have revenge-“

He was cut off by Dad, who told him they were going to the Cafeteria to have a discussion.

“Who did it?” Hot Topic asked.

“It wasn’t me,” Dad said. “I was clearing asteroids with Princey. He can vouch for me.” It’s true.”

“It’s true.” Princey said. “We were together the whole time.”

“Well, me and Logan were in the top engine before the lights cut.” Janusss explained. It was a half-truth; as he’d always say, the best lies contain half the truth. “I was refuelling it and Logan was realigning it.” He could almost hear Logan (and probably Trash Man as well) screaming at him from beyond the grave. But he knew the others bought it. They had seen him and Logan enter together, after all, and they nodded along to the deception.

A sudden voice jolted Janusss out of his thoughts. “What about you, kiddo?” Dad asked, and it was directed at Hot Topic. “You’re the only one who’s not spoken yet.”

Hot Topic was hunched over, seeming nervous despite the space suit hiding his face. “I was in the Med Bay, inspecting the samples.”

I can get one more, Janusss thought. I just need to twist this a bit.

“It may just be me thinking this,” He began, “But it does seem a little suspicious that you’re the only one of us without an alibi.”

Princey and Dad nodded in agreement. “Although I hate to admit it, Janusss is right. You’ve got no-one to verify what you were doing.” Princey said. “Sorry, Emo.” He added.

Hot Topic sighed. “Fine. Eject me. But one of you is lying, I just know it.”

Princey and Janusss held Hot Topic’s arms behind his back as they led him to the airlock, and he didn’t struggle. Dad pulled down the lever to open the door, and Janusss smiled to himself behind his visor.

Hot Topic was not The Impostor.

1 Impostor Remains.

Day 3

There was no conversation as the final 3 remaining loaded their tasks onto their tablets. They each went in a separate direction. Dad towards communications, Princey to the Med Bay, and Janusss into storage.

Dad was scared. There were only him and two others left. One of them was the impostor, and they’d only know for sure if they were caught. If they didn’t, they’d all end up dead.

Dad’s hands were shaking as he frantically tried to fix the wiring of the computer.

He heard footsteps behind him.

He turned.

Janusss was standing in the doorway.

Dad froze.

This is it.

Janusss walked towards him, and time seemed to slow.

A gunshot sounded throughout the ship. Everything went black.

DEFEAT

“Dammit!” Roman slammed his fists on the table. “How are you so good at this?” He asked, glaring at Janus. “This is the third game in a row you’ve won!”

“What can I say?” He said, smirking. “Deceit’s my thing. This game was made for me.”

Patton rolled his eyes, smilling good-naturedly. “Alright, settle down. Who’s up for a rematch?”

“Oh, you’re,” Logan said, pausing to hold up a vocab card, “’On’.”

“If Jan gets impostor again he’s gonna win!” Roman shouted.

“I’m just better than you.” Janus snarked. “You’ll just have to deal with it.”

Virgil smirked. “I can’t wait till I get impostor. Oh, I am so gonna get my revenge.”

“Hey, revenge is my thing!” Remus shouted. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get it first.” He said quietly, smiling maliciously at Janus.

Virgil started another round. “Let’s do this.”

#fanfiction #my fics #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #inktober #inktober 2020 #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #among us #among us au

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redschillzone · 4 years ago

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Distraction (Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader)

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Pairing: Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k Words

Warnings: Suggestive Themes

Summary: Reader is trying to catch up on some needed school work, but it’s hard to do when Carol is being a distraction.

A/N: This has been stuck in my head for the past couple of days and I finally got the time to write it out! It’s based on this image. I hope you guys enjoy and maybe a part 2 in the future?

It was a quiet, relaxing evening in the compound and you had resided yourself on the couch in the living room; You were currently working on some school work and were scribbling away at the notebook you had in your lap, your pen occasionally tapping the side of it as you thought before you continued your writing once your train of thought returned to you. As much as you were an Avenger and joined the others on life threatening missions to keep Earth safe, you were also a college student just trying to get their degree in this crazy world. As much as you loved being an Avenger and joining the others on those missions, you needed a job that was actually going to pay your bills; One that would help you pay for your apartments rent next month, help keep you secure for the rest of your life and also to help you pay off the debt you were in because of said classes. Tony had offered many times to help pay for your schooling and even offered you a place at Stark Industries to make sure you were covered but you kept that offer on the back burner; If things took a turn for the worst and you had to drop out of school to keep up your Avenger lifestyle then you would gladly take him up on his offer. As of right now, you were doing alright and so there was no reason to take him up on his offer but as stated earlier, it was always in the back of your mind.

Humming along to the music that played in your earbuds, you continued to write out your notes into your notebook, occasionally glancing at the books that were scattered about you on various pieces of furniture. You had basically taken over the living room as your own to make sure your studies were met and all your work was caught up; You had even begun to take the liberty of color coding some of your notes so they were easily spotted during studying. The thing that was distracting you from your studies? Your girlfriend, Carol Danvers had decided to sit with you while you worked.

You had no problem with it of course but shit, she was your girlfriend after all so it was difficult to not pay attention to her, especially since she had just returned from a two month long mission and in this particular moment, you wanted nothing more than to just cuddle her and love her. You wanted to spend the remaining days you had with her doing everything you could before she was sent off on another long mission, but sadly your studies began to get in the way of such things. She understood how important your studies were to you and she had told you countless times to put them before her, to follow your dreams and do what you wanted to do in terms of schooling but your mind would always wander back to her no matter how hard you studied.

She had managed to snag one of the armchairs for her own and it just so happened to be across from you, her legs were hanging off one of the arms as she scrolled through her phone quietly; You had bought her a phone and taught her how to use it despite her arguments of ‘I already knew how to use one’ and ‘I didn’t need such a thing if I’m going to be around you all the time, babe.’ It was adorable to watch her, Steve, and Bucky attempt to get used to all the new technology that began while they were away; How Steve would get confused on why everything had to be touch screen, how Carol would get pissed whenever she pressed the wrong letter on the keyboard, and how Bucky just gave up entirely, saying that if he needed to talk to someone he would just yell for them. You and Peter honestly tried your best to get them used to the technology, but it was going to take a lot more than just teaching them to get them used to it. Luckily for you though, Carol seemed to be getting the hang of it and whenever you were busy, she took the chance to scroll through the Internet, Instagram, and whatever else she had installed in her phone.

Shifting your gaze to look at Carol, you couldn’t help but let out a breath as you allowed your eyes to scan over her form; She was wearing a pair of black jeans that were torn in the knees and some occasional spots in the thighs, a white t-shirt, and her reseda green military jacket. Air Force patches were scattered across the jacket and you loved looking them all over but the one that stuck out to you the most was her last name that resided on her right breast. How many times you had longed to steal that jacket and wear it around to show that you just weren’t dating Carol, but you were hers and hers alone. Sadly, you never really got the guts to ask her for it or to just take it yourself while she was away but seeing her in it right now just made you feel all kinds of fuzzy; So fuzzy in fact that the pen you were holding immediately dropped the floor along with your notebook.

You couldn’t help but jump as you felt the pen hit your foot and your notebook fell off to the side, a few papers shoved within it scattering across the floor; A string of curse words left your mouth as you removed your earbuds.

“Oh fuck me.” You spoke, going to bend over to pick up the scattered items but stopped mid-way as you noticed the way Carol was looking at you; She had a smirk across her face and that noticeable mischievous look in her eyes. You knew where this was going to go and you narrowed your eyes at her before you spoke once more.

“That wasn’t an invitation, Danvers.” You explained to her but couldn’t help but tense once you saw her legs swing over the arms of the chair and she got up, beginning to make her way closer to you with that mischievous look still on her face. You quickly sat yourself back up and moved away slightly, giving her a warning look as you huffed lowly; You could feel the heat beginning to rise on your cheeks as you spoke once more.

“I mean it. Leave me alone- I need to catch up on my school work.” You told her, watching as she stopped in front of you and leaned over, her face just mere inches from your own and you could feel your blush growing as the heat began to ignite in your lower admin as she hummed lowly; A noise you had heard so many times before but this time it had a rather seductive tone to it. The smile she wore did more than enough to back up the seductive aura she had to her in this moment; You were falling for her charms and you hated it. You should have been studying, focusing on your school work but fuck, how could you when she looked so damn good in that outfit and you hadn’t seen her in months? You wanted nothing more than to feel those lips of hers on your neck, kissing down your body and feeling them reach your aching core. You wanted to feel her fingers mark up your body, to feel them deep inside you; You were turning to putty for her, melting into the couch as you watched her with wide eyes.

You honestly felt as though you were going to burst into flames with how hot you were suddenly feeling and as you watched with those widened eyes, you noticed that Carol had lifted her right hand and placed her thumb and forefinger under your chin. She lifted your face up to meet hers, the seductive smirk on her face now as it had replaced the smile she once wore. You couldn’t help but whimper as she leaned in close to your ear; A shiver ran down your spin as you felt her hot breath against your ear, your eyes shutting for but a few moments. God you were willing to submit to her then and there and bit your lip as she whispered low in your ear.

“I think we should have Chinese for dinner tonight. I’ve been craving it since I got home.” She whispered low in your ear, kissing your cheek as a grin spread across her face before she pulled away and returned to her chair, putting her legs back over the arm. She had grabbed her discarded phone and began to continue scrolling through Instagram as if nothing had happened; As if she hadn’t just turned you on and left you hanging with those words. You opened your eyes the moment those words had left her mouth and couldn’t help but stare at her as she continued to scroll through her phone, watching the occasional video or liking a post here and there.

Your mouth was dry, all words stuck in your throat and you were certain your brain was short circuiting in your head. The worst part of it all was that you could still feel the heat coursing through your body, most of it going to your aching core as it clenched around nothing but the thought of her actions from earlier. All that build-up and that’s what she wanted to say? Months apart and she was going to tease you like that? You were basically running on sexual tension now and you were livid at this point, a huff of irritation leaving your lips.

“Oh for the love of God- Fuck you! Seriously this time!” You spat at her and she couldn’t help but laugh as she turned her head in your direction, a grin appearing on her face as she spoke once more.

“I already did.” She informed you and you couldn’t help but freeze at her words as she all but continued to her sentence.

“And I did it real good.” She added on, that grin never leaving her face as she watched you turn red once more, clearing your throat as you bent down to pick up the long forgotten pen, notebook, and scattered papers before you placed them down on the table in front of you. She was right though; The first time you two had gone at it, it was probably one of the best experiences of your life. She went slow, kept things passionate and took her time with you, making sure you were pleasured in all the right ways and that you were enjoying yourself before she dealt with her own pleasure. Every session after that depended on the mood; It could be slow and passionate or heated and needy, but there was always one thing that stayed the same. Whenever one of you had to go on a mission, regardless of how long it was, you two made love. Those sessions were always slow and passionate, promises being made that whoever went would return to the other safely and in one piece. Of course, there were the occasional rough and needy sessions, but those sessions would almost always occur when the other returned home.

You couldn’t help but smile at the memories but shook your head lightly, the last time you two had sex was before she left, so it seemed well over-do at this point. You could honestly use the break now that you thought about it, you were almost done with your work anyway. You gave a low hum at the thought before you went quiet; The room falling into a comfortable silence before you answered her.

“You did do that real good. I think you may need to do it again, though.” You told her, watching as her head suddenly perked and she shifted her gaze towards you, an eyebrow perked in your direction.

“Are you serious?” She questioned to which you gave a nod, a smile appearing on your face as she got up once more, going and taking your hands and helping you to your feet as she all but discarded the phone where your notebook resided.

“Plus, I could use the break.. And you’d be a pretty good distraction from my work.” You teased her, watching as her eyes began to grow lustful once more as she gripped your hands, a grin appearing on her face as she pulled you close.

“Oh honey, I can be just the break you need… Come on, I wanna get started so we can still order that Chinese food I told you about.” She told you, a laugh escaping you as she all but dragged you to your room; All that studying you did earlier would most certainly be forgotten, but maybe you could have Carol help you study once more.

#Marvel #Marvel Cinematic Universe #Captain Marvel #Carol Danvers #Carol Danvers x Reader #Captain Marvel x Reader #Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader #Captain Marvel x Fem!Reader

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yan-purgatory · 5 years ago

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Cold Turkey

Request: The yandere members have their beloveds trapped somewhere and said beloved tries to seduce them into undoing the restraints/unlocking the door but secretly planning on escaping. Would it work and if so how would the Ateez member escape and chase after their beloved?

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Pairing: San x reader

Word Count: 1k

It had taken a week of being trapped in his ‘shrine’ for (Y/N) to become desperate in her attempts to leave. She couldn’t sleep, not when she was surrounded by pictures of herself. She couldn’t bring herself to eat anything more than the bare minimum, terrified to death of what that man had laced in it.

As San entered, once again carrying a plate of the same food he always prepared for her, the dish that she’d once adored but now sickened her, she had a different approach.

“Sannie?” His head perked up, his eyes sparkling.

“Baby, are you okay? I’m sorry I neglected you, I had some important business with the police to deal with.”

Instead of scoffing at him as she usually did, (Y/N) mustered up her best sniffle.

“How could you? I missed you so much! I could have died, Sannie!”

He really did seem hurt, like a kicked puppy with his never ending infatuation.

“Baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you!” San offered, pulling her closer to him. (Y/N) resisted her temptation to pull away, leaning into his touch to make him happy.

“Sannie, I know a way you can make it up to me.” She took his hand in hers. San seemed ecstatic. His lover never sought out his attention before, yet know she was literally in his lap, seeking his attention.

“Can we go out somewhere? It’s so stuffy and boring in this room, I just want to go on a proper date with you!”

San looked insulted, his grip tightening.

“You don’t like it here? It’s perfect, and I’ve done everything to cater to your needs!”

His reaction had (Y/N) cursing under her breath, trying to find the best way to phrase her idea that would make sense to his deluded mine.

“Sannie… I want to spend time with you. I want to go out with you, and for us to be a proper couple. Please? You know I’ll hold onto you the whole time.” She pleaded. San’s resolve crumbled instantly.

“Just for a little bit.” He said, finding a set of keys in his jacket pocket. “And you’ll have to cover up. We don’t want the police interfering with us after I’ve worked so hard to chase them away?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly as he began to unlock her wrist, seconds away from freedom.

“Now, I’ve got some shirts that would look gre-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, (Y/N) had smashed the ceramic mug he’d bought her a drink with onto his head. Luckily, she’d found the sweet spot of his skull, and he was out like a rock.

Adrenaline still pumping through her blood, (Y/N) connected the cuff that had previously imprisoned her to his wrist, leaving him slumped against the wall with his arm in an extremely uncomfortable position.

“Now you get to see how it feels, psycho.” (Y/N) hissed at the unconscious man before snatching his ring of keys up and leaving.

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San woke up to a pounding feeling in his head and a cramp in his arm. As he became more conscious, memories of what happened came flowing back. Immediately, he was alarmed, and tried to stand up to find where (Y/N) had gone only to be pulled back down abruptly.

Seeing the handcuffs he’d previously used for his beloved being used on him was a bittersweet feeling, angry at his predicament but also honoured to have worn the same handcuffs as her.

‘Maybe these still smell of her. Even better, what if there’s some of her sweat-’

San shook his thoughts away. He could fantasise about it later. For now, the issue was getting out of the bondage and finding (Y/N) again. Who knows how far she could’ve gone, who she could’ve talked to. She could be incriminating him, all whilst he stood there uselessly.

But he couldn’t find the keys to get himself out, no matter how hard he looked. (Y/N) was quick thinking, and he admired that in her. But he cursed that nature as he struggled against his metal restraints.

San was not about to give up, and let her get away. He couldn’t let her disappear from his life, leave him to rot. And if he couldn’t unlock the handcuffs, there had to be another way that he could get out. All hope seemed lost, but the young man was more insane and dedicated to (Y/N) than she could have ever known.

With no other way out, he found a heavy candle sitting not too far away, unlit. One that he’d stolen months ago, that had lost all use with San too much of a hoarder to ever light it. But know it had a use, as he weighed it in his hand, bracing himself before bringing it down hard onto his hand.

The pain that shot through his hand was excruciating, but was no match for his heart. He didn’t let his body screaming for him to stop hinder him, as he brought the weight down onto his hand again and again. The agony clouding his mind almost made him black out, but through his foggy vision he managed to slide his battered and broken hand through the metal loop, finally liberating himself.

With a woozy head and a now severely damaged hand, he managed to stagger to his feet and out of the room, eyes scanning for any trace (Y/N) might have left, any clue as to where she was.

After a few minutes of aimless wandering, he found his phone on the coffee table. Once he unlocked it, deciding to call a friend for help, he found that it was open on the safari browser. Directions to the location of a local cafe were on display, a place he recalled (Y/N) would frequent when she felt uncomfortable. But now that she had more serious allegations than just a simple stalker, the clock was ticking. San wasn’t prepared to be deprived of (Y/N) for any longer.

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dreamsofwhatlifemighthavebeen · 4 years ago

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Fun times dealing with the equestrian center’s radio net. For the director of the equestrian center - who is here on a work visa, doesn’t have a car, and uses one from the equestrian center to take home - they just a few days ago retired a 1985 Chevrolet Chevette she had been using previously, and replaced it with a 2015 Chevrolet Sonic transferred over from one of my employer’s other companies. The Chevette did not have a radio installed in it, but they decided that the Sonic does need one. I don’t know if you’ve ever looked at the interior of a Sonic, but there really isn’t space for any sort of add ons in the interior. It could be installed on the center console on the passenger side and leave room to open the glove compartment, but I really don’t like the idea of having her look way down and to the right to see the radio if she has to switch channels and such, especially as she’s not a particularly fantastic driver to begin with. Even though we sell radios to the equestrian center at a much lower cost than we would for commercial customers, the owner of the equestrian center rejected that idea on cost, as she already knows she can buy TK-860 or TK-880 radios from us for substantially less. So, it looks like it’s going to be a Kenwood TK-880 (mobile radio to the left) mounted on the dash. Which, I don’t like doing dash mounts because I think it looks sloppy and I like my work to be professional, but it’s ultimately her call.

Honestly, I never saw any need to install a radio in her car... even the company which used it previously never saw a need to. So the owner says, “Well, she might drive it to events”. But never has she (the director) ever shown any interest in driving herself to those... if they’re taking the bus, she much prefers that, as she pretty much has a work center there which was made by taking some seats out of the bus and installing a small desk. Otherwise, she’d ride with someone else, even when given the opportunity to take a newer vehicle, and even when offered someone to act as her personal driver. She’s not into driving, and she’s not going to be now. But I lost that argument.

The equestrian center uses an organizational GMRS license which they had originally obtained in 1984 and have maintained since; thus, it was grandfathered in when the FCC stopped issuing organizational licenses in 1987. Originally, they had used the Motorola MR-355R (bottom left) and MR-356R blister pack radios. Problem is, they were buying these things at whatever big box retailers everyone else was buying them at, so we ended up with hordes of unlicensed users getting on the equestrian center repeater (there’s also a sorry saga of how GMRS users were screwed out of exclusivity on Channels 15 - 22 on account of squatters who bought the 22 channel “hybrid” radios en masse and completely ignored the blurb on the packaging which stated use of those channels required a GMRS license).

When I was given charge of the equestrian center’s radio net, I changed a lot of things. First, I limited who accessed the repeater. Crew and barn leads, admin staff, etc. Everyone working under the leads could use simplex, as they were never a far enough distance from each other to require a repeater. So, we were initially going to use BaoFeng BF-888S radios for the crew members who weren’t accessing the repeater, but we had difficulty finding a seller who could guarantee the radios they sold us had the FCC ID on them (a legal requirement in the US for operating transmitting on any service outside of Part 97 rules). We found one who could guarantee it if we bought the BaoFeng GT-1 (second from the left on the bottom row), which is internally the same as the BF-888S, but uses a different battery and case. For the crew leads, barn leads, admin staff, and those who were going to access the repeater, we went with the B-Tech (BaoFeng) UV-82C (not pictured), which is a commercial Part 90 type accepted variant of the UV-82 series radios. The dual watch feature also allows them to monitor both the repeater and their internal crew simplex net simultaneously without having to go into scan mode.

As the blister pack radios used a standardized list of CTCSS and DCS tones, I changed the repeater to split tones, with separate DCS tones for the transmit and receive side, and also used a mixture of non-standard and inverted DCS tones throughout the entire equestrian center net. So while someone running a police scanner or radio on carrier squelch can still hear our traffic, they won’t be able to talk to us or interrupt us with the blister pack radios, Midland radios, etc., as we had problems both with people intentionally getting on our repeater and also those running simplex who “coincidentally” used the same frequencies and DPL tones which we did. Once the FCC co-banded all of the FRS simplex and GMRS frequencies in 2017, we were left powerless to do anything about it (not that we really could before... the FCC was always pretty lax on their enforcement when it came to GMRS). If we run into a matter of getting disrupted by someone who successfully finds our DPL tones, then I have the means to require the radio’s PTT-ID to be on an approved list to trip the repeater.

For the riding instructors, we felt that perhaps something more durable was in order after one of the GT-1s broke. Initially, I took of the Motorola HT750s (second from the right on the bottom row) from the rental side of our business and loaned them to the equestrian center until we could figure out something more permanent. The permanent solution came when I happened across some Kenwood TK-350s (center of the bottom row) which were sitting in a bin and pretty much unwanted. So, after finding batteries for them, I was allowed to take those and donate them to the equestrian center. I actually had to lean how to use DOS in order to program them. Surprisingly, only one ended up preferring the HT750 over the Kenwoods. In the end - since she rents a room from and lives with me - I purchased one at cost from the business and donated it so that she could continue using one.

All the way to the right on the bottom row is one of my Kenwood TK-3180s, which I use both for the equestrian center’s GMRS net as well as the LMR radio net at my regular job. I was using one with the 16 key DTMF keypad (and the Tactical Features Set), but the owner of the equestrian center wants all radios labeled... while crew radios will tyically have only a number, the equestrian instructors wanted their names to be displayed on the radios they were issued, and I was instructed to do the same with mine. The running joke with it is, when we’re doing fundraising events (the equestrian program is a registered nonprofit), tours of the equestrian center, or other events, then husbands can try claiming they were only looking at the nametags on the radio to try remembering our names when their wives catch them staring at our asses. Since the DTMF keypad didn’t leave space for a label, I took one with the four button keypad and used that.

GMRS is regulated under Part 95E and requires a Part 95E radio. However, due to a lack of viable Part 95E radio options, many users have taken to using Part 90 LMR radios, as many of the UHF models cover GMRS frequencies. For example, the Motorola HT750 can be programmed with frequencies from 403 -470 MHz, and GMRS (as well as FRS) is a collection of 22 frequencies in the 462 and 467 MHz range. The use of Part 90 radios in GMRS plays fast and loose with the law, but acts in the spirit of the law, even if not the letter of it. The FCC has acknowledged the practice and has been leaving it alone, but they haven’t actually given approval to do that. To that end, we ensure that all radios are Part 90 (or Part 95E, as some employees have bought their own radios).

Which of course brings us to other problems in dealing with the radio net. A number of licensed GMRS users are quite upset about our use of a repeater on GMRS, especially given a lack of viable ones in the area. Some have identified the tower and have threatened to report us to the FCC (to which we tell them to go right ahead, as our use of that frequency is 100% on the up and up), some have tried to get us to make it a public use repeater (and typically suggest we use travel tone).

Then, of course, a number of the male employees - not content with the little GT-1 radios - always want something more “badass”. So I had one come up to me asking me if I could program his radio to the equestrian center net, and he hands me a BaoFeng UV-5R and told me the equestrian center owner gave her approval. Problem is, the FCC ID on that one - 2AJGM-UV5R - only shows Part 15 certification for 134 - 174 MHz and 400 - 470 MHz. So, outside of Part 97 (ham radio) use, it’s only legal as a receiver and scanner in those band splits. The ones which don’t have an FCC ID aren’t even legal for that. Had another one come to me with what looked like a Kenwood TK-3207... great 16 channel UHF radio, and the TK-2000/3000 series are becoming one of the mainstays of our rental service. When I removed the battery, it showed the model as TK-3000, but there was no FCC ID on it, so I asked him where he’d gotten it from. He said his brother used it for his business and had some extras. Just out of curiosity, I tried programming it with the KPG-137D programming software and was unable to. So I asked the brother where he’d gotten it from. He said he bought it off of Ebay. When I searched Ebay, I found a bunch of TK-2000/TK-3000 series radios from a seller out of China. So I installed KPG-137D on another computer and this time used the serial number for the UK/European version, and it successfully programmed the radio. All fine and dandy, but I gave it back to him and told him it’s not a legal radio for use in the US without an FCC ID being present.

I swear, I wear too many hats sometimes.

#two way communications #two way radios #walkie talkie #gmrs #gmrs radio

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earlgreymon · 4 years ago

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digitrip pt 2

so actually... i went to digifes 2016.

but not really.

well, i came back to tokyo in 2016 for summer school, but i didn’t realize there was a thing called odaiba memorial day. fortunately, my clever fingers stumbled upon a digimon fanpage on facebook, saying that there’s gonna be a digimon festival on the last weekend of july.

i sent a message to the admin, he could only give me the location: a convention hall inside a mall besides hachioji station, but he wasn’t sure about what was going on in this event as he's not a japanese too.

i took my chance. i went to hachioji, which turned out was more than 2 hours by train from the center of tokyo (and i didn’t realize there was a rapid train ugh). it was a costly journey as i didn’t have any rail pass, so i was worried if i found nothing later on. the only thing that cheered me up was when i found out there was a station called tachikawa along the way lol.

when i arrived, there was really nothing.

...well, there was a line-up in front of the building, but i’m not sure what was that. fyi, there were two parts basically in digifes: a stage show, and a merchandise exhibition. i knew for sure that a stage show required extra tickets, and 1) i didn’t know where to buy it, 2) it must had been sold out already, 3) i couldn’t understand japanese anyway...

but i needed to get a hand on merchandise. i didn’t want to come back to tokyo empty-handed!!

i saw a guy walking out of the building with a digimon stuff, so i shamelessly ran to him and asked him where he got those things. he couldn’t speak english, i could only speak unqualified n5 japanese, so thank god for google translate. i typed what i wanted to ask, then he replied using the same app on my phone. he said, “i lined up.” he dragged me to the queue that i saw earlier in front of the building.

i really wanted to ask, “isn’t this for the stage shows?” but he was in a hurry, so i surrendered and joined the queue with no idea where the line would carry me.

(a staff then showed up raising this sign, but i didn’t understand what it meant and google translate didn’t have the scan-and-translate option back then. i asked the staff, she couldn’t speak english at all.)

i was in the line for another 1 or 2 hours, but i saw a light of hope when i finally entered the building and a staff gave me a paper that listed all the merchandise we could buy. i was in the right place! yay!!

(so after you filled the paper with the things you want, you would arrive at the register by the end of the line, where you should give your paper and the staffs would help you to get the things.)

as i was broke, i initially wanted to buy only one key chain, but i managed to call my parents while in the line and thank god they want to lend me some money lol.

so i bought: 1 agumon-gabumon pouch, 1 random key chain (i got crest of courage smh), 1 impmon keychain (for my brother), 1 clear file (also for my brother), and... a big agumon plushie.

...which i put in my lap as i made my way back to tokyo, where everyone in the train was staring weirdly at me lol I HAVE NO REGRETS.

and oh yes, there was a small exhibition!

you can read part 1 here. have a great day for everyone’s watching digifes tomorrow!

#digimon #munpost #digitrip

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silentauroriamthereal · 5 years ago

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Man, today was a shitshow.

It started with getting nearly run over THREE times by drivers turning left on my way to world. Then the rest of the day was filled with irritating coworkers not doing their jobs and preventing me from being able to deliver fully on doing mine, general incompetence, irritating visitors (I work in a museum), poopy weather, and I’m probably PMS-y. Instead of coming over weepy or just vaguely irritated, today was pretty much full-on this all day:

This got rambly, but read on, if you like...

I literally can’t even count how many times I’ve said the word “fuck” today, both out loud and just in my head or to myself. It’s in the thousands. There was a point when I was in an enclosed elevator alcove and jumping up and down and screaming silently in pure frustration. At other times, the rage would subside into general apathy (idly checking my phone (which I’m not even supposed to have with me on the floor)) and wholly ignoring the visitors altogether, etc), but eventually the bloody day finally ended. I usually fast every other day, including most Saturdays, but today I decided that the (mentally) healthier choice would be to end my fast early in favour of buying a grocery store rotisserie chicken and a bottle of shiraz and promised myself that I would take it good and easy this evening. I still resent having to work on Saturdays, though I’ve had to since July. Like, this isn’t new, but I still hate it. My “weekend” is Sunday/Monday, though I work on Sunday mornings and Monday evenings, so... yeah. That’s my life these days.

I also had a full-on John Watson-level rage at the self-service check-out machine, which refused to scan half my items, and many more fucks were said to the hapless attendant-man who came to do battle on my behalf, which also made me angry. Lol. I hate it when men help me... but he also had the admin password, so there’s that.

Anyway, I finally bore my chicken and wine home, made a batch of my own coleslaw (side note: I’ve always hated coleslaw, until I just reinvented the recipe myself and now I love it. But only mine. Lol!) So I finished rewatching Batman Begins, which I had forgotten I’d started watching like 5 weeks ago. Somehow I ended up getting manic-productive once I ate dinner. I’ve been so bloody busy that I actually had to go and buy more underwear the other night after choir because the laundry room in my awful building shuts down at 9pm and I’ve had stuff every evening for the last two weeks. So tonight I finally managed to do laundry (which is on the 2nd floor, and I live on the 17th, which means going down there once to put it in, once to transfer it, and then once to collect it), and then I just sort of... kept going, lol. I did the dishes, cleaned the stove, somehow ended up cleaning the kitchen walls, cabinets, the inside of the cupboard under the sink where the garbage goes, took out the trash (easy; it’s on the same floor), went all the way downstairs and out to the super sketchy parking garage where the recycling bins are to take out my overflowing recycling, then decided to clean the bathroom, vacuum the entire apartment, dust all the tables, finally dispose of my dead geranium, and... yeah, it was a bit manic. And that was on two glasses of shiraz, too! Maybe a bit not good, but what can you do.... I also recharged my laundry card, sent an angry email to the scammers who sold me the wrong product and refuse to reimburse me or send the right one, sent some other emails, and finally sat down and answered some fic comments.

I’ve been sick for the past week and a half, and I finally realized yesterday that I’ve also been experiencing a UTI which is probably why I’ve had a bit of a fever and felt so shitty in general. I didn’t have time to get to a doctor, so I self-medicated that one with cranberry extract (bought on the same trip as the new underwear, lol) and lots of water, some probiotics, and hoping for the best. It’s already much better, but that’s been another reason to take it a bit easy. I normally work out almost every day, but have only been to the gym (which is in my shitty building and one of the only reasons why I re-signed my current lease) twice this week. I mean, I also clock over 10 km of walking every day I’m at the museum, but still. Anyway, I’m fully rambling at this point, and that’s fine. It is what it is and all.

I just also wanted to say that I’m currently in the stage of pre-plotting my next fic. Pre-plotting, as I dub it, is essentially me making some important strategic decisions about how I want the fic to go in general - major plot points, overall arc, POV, etc. Once I’ve decided that, then I can start plotting, which is also a strictly mental process (no writing), and then once that’s basically good to go, I start writing. That said, I’ve also already written what’s essentially the prologue scene, the first 2,200 words. I wrote it before I wrote The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, then decided that, coming hard on the heels of Rebuilding Rome, it was too dark and I wanted to write something a bit lighter for a change of pace, which was this past story. So now I’m back to the dark one, and it will be a bit of a dark one. I don’t want to give too much away, but it starts with Mycroft grimly rewatching the footage of John beating Sherlock in the morgue at Culverton Smith’s hospital for about the 60th time. The story won’t be exclusively in his POV - it may actually have up to three POV characters, including him. How long it will be, whether or not it gets divided into chapters, etc, is all still being worked out in the aforementioned pre-plotting stage. So that’s where that’s at. :)

Anyway, feel free to comment via the reply function, but if you wouldn’t mind not reblogging this, that would be great. <3

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dcshadow · 5 years ago

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An Update - February 2020

Hey - So it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this place on my goings and doings. I was just browsing through my old posts reliving it all and thought it would be fun to do a little update.

So the last time I updated I had just moved out into that houseshare in Perton. Well, I suppose that was alright for what it was, but I was extremely happy to be leaving two years later when I FINALLY moved into renting with my boyfriend. We started renting a small house in October 2018, and it was a really nice start for us. A “trial period” if you will. Then we finally bought our forever home in November of last year, so pretty much a year later.

It’s really nice living under our own roof and knowing we’re the ones who rule the roost. Finally no irritating roommates, or landlords, or anyone else to answer to (apart from the mortgage company, of course). On the flipside it’s irritating to experience just how many problems can emerge when you first buy a place. We’ve already had a fiasco with our drainage, repaired a hole in the wall and, as of last week, had a gas leak in our boiler. Either way, I’d rather have it this way any day.

I’ve been doing a bit better on the job front as well. I finally have a salaried position on a full time basis. (I say finally, I’ve actually been working there for two years as of February 12th). The job is in a dental lab and we make crowns, bridges and the like for people. At the moment I’m in the admin area and mainly focus on invoicing and shipping products. I’m also working towards perhaps becoming a dental technician myself one day. At the moment I’m focused on learning how print scanned models on our 3d printers - so that should be interesting.

I almost forgot to mention that we also finally got our own pair of rat babies. We’ve had their names picked out for years - Cheese & Onion. They are adorable and we love them so much. They are very spoilt. We got them on December 30th 2018 :)

^ Our stinky babies.

Recently I’ve kinda been staying off social media and getting these toxic platforms and people out my life (recently being 2018 again). I really feel it’s been good for me and allowed me to grow as a person. But it’s still nice to check in once in a while. I hope all you guys (if you’re still on here) are doing well too. See you in another 2 years!

(Also I platinumed Dark Souls 1 and I am shamefully proud of that).

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creambunnie · 4 years ago

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First Love

ONEWE - Jin Yonghoon // angst , fluff

a/n : this fic was inspired by ONEWE's song IF. you can listen to it while you read this long imagine! enjoy~

you were swinging your keys with your finger as you stepped out of a bookstore. your clumsy self accidentally dropped the keys which slid and hit a lady's feet.

your eyes widened as you quickly jogged to the lady to collect your keys and also apologise.

the lady bent down to pick them up and quickly stood back up before scanning the area for the owner.

you waved slightly at her and bowed a little.

"ah sorry, that's mine.". you told shyly.

the lady smiled and passed them back to you.

"be careful~" she chirped as she walked away from you.

you gave an embarrassed smile and watched her back moving further away from you. she was a beautiful lady...

you were about to go back to your spot earlier when you saw a familiar figure. a face too familiar to ignore.

the lady gave the guy a peck on his cheek before wrapping her arm around his.

the guy almost turned around to look at you but you quickly pulled up your hood and backfaced the couple.

Jin Yonghoon. your first love .

you tried taking calm breaths. you turned back around only to see the empty streets. you chuckled at yourself .

no matter how much you've moved on. your first love will always have a special place in your heart.

you wiped the last set of windows before quickly sitting at the counter.

you were a florist at a small shop owned by your mother. she trusted you to operate it on your own. she would come down sometimes too. your mother mostly did her admin works at home, while you monitor the shop.

you checked the clock on the wall.

2 minutes before he passes by your flower shop .

yeah, you had a crush on this guy, he would pass by your shop every morning at exactly 10am to go to the music academy he worked at.

1 minute.

you took a deep breath when you saw his handsome face.

how can someone be so ethereal ? he's not human. he's an angel.

your silent admiration was interrupted as you panicked .

he suddenly turned to walk towards your shop. yes , YOUR SMALL FLOWER SHOP.

*wait wait wait what is happeninggggg* you screamed in your mind as your crush entered your shop.

"we--welcome~ how may I help you?". you stuttered.

your crush flashed an attractive smile and scanned the shop.

"i'm looking for flowers that are suitable for a birthday gift!". he explained.

you quickly thought of some flowers combination and suggested them to him.

"ah this is beautiful! i hope she likes it!". your crush exclaimed as he agreed with your suggestion right away.

you felt your heart tugged. ahh he has someone already. of course. he is this attractive, wouldn't make sense if he wasn't dating anyone.

you cleared your throat and straightened up .

"would you like to write a card for your girlfriend?". you asked as you prepared some cards choices.

you looked up quickly when you heard him laugh.

shit. even his laugh is beautiful.

but why was he laughing ?

he calmed down after a few seconds and shook his head.

"this is not for my girlfriend. uhm i don't have one ? this is actually for my teacher. she used to teach me at the academy when i was still a student there.". he explained.

you felt your face warmed up from embarrassment. you slowly nodded and slid some cards to him.

"ahh, sorry. you can choose any cards . they're all the same price. ".

your crush smirked before picking out a card .

"i'm Yonghoon by the way. Jin Yonghoon.". your crush introduced himself as he paid for the flowers.

your eyes widened at his bold move and cleared your throat for the nth time.

"uhm i--i'm y/n . y/s/n y/n. thank you for buying flowers from here.". you awkwardly stammered.

Yonghoon gave a cute smile and nodded.

"no problem! i've always been curious about this shop. this shop is as beautiful as its owner.". Yonghoon teased with a wink.

you bit your lips, refraining yourself from smiling too widely.

Yonghoon chuckled at your reaction.

"i hope we get to see each other more in the future, y/n . thank you!". Yonghoon said one last time before exiting the shop.

you stood there for a few moments, trying to process what just happened.

of course you knew his name. in this small neighbourhood, Yonghoon was like a celebrity.

he was not only good-looking. he was also talented. Yonghoon's voice is so beautiful, you would feel all sorts of emotions listening to him sing.

Yonghoon was also kind-hearted. he would help the neighbourhood kids when they need any . he was just the guy in the neighbourhood.

Yonghoon was famous among the aunties. they would always try to matchmake Yonghoon with their daughters. but Yonghoon would always turn them down politely.

and that was your wonderful first ever face to face encounter with Jin Yonghoon.

a year later , after getting to know more about each other , Yonghoon confessed his feelings for you.

you too told him about your feelings and the two of you started being a couple.

your routine after being a couple wasn't that different than when you became close friends.

you would still visit him from time to time at the academy to have lunch together.

Yonghoon would also drop by the flower shop every morning to greet you .

the only difference was , you would hang out at Yonghoon's place more and even sleep over at his house.

your houses were only about 20 minutes away from each other but Yonghoon said his house was always open for you.

Yonghoon was that clingy boyfriend, and truthfully, he wanted you to just move in with him. he loved it when he has someone to accompany him at home because he lived alone.

but you didn't want to move out of your parents' house just like that. besides, you still had to help your mother with the flower shop stuffs.

although lowkey the amount of time you stayed at Yonghoon's house was way more than you staying at your own. 😆

you enjoyed every single time you've spent with Yonghoon.

he was just the sweetest boyfriend ever.

everytime you had free time together, Yonghoon would always suggest for you two to cuddle .

he just loved admiring you silently as he held you close to him.

Yonghoon would always whisper sweet words to you when you two hang out together .

it was a weekend, as usual, you were at Yonghoon's house.

an activity the both of you would sometimes do together was watching a movie .

you were sat in between Yonghoon's legs, back against his chest. Yonghoon had his arms around your waist .

something you loved about your movie sessions was Yonghoon's cute habits.

he would play with your hair and massage your head gently. or he would leave soft pecks on your clothed shoulders.

Yonghoon just won't waste any time to show his love to you.

you would giggle when it tickled and Yonghoon would leave double pecks to tease you.

"hmmm babe ? i'm kind of hungry... i feel like eating some jjapaghetti...". you pouted as you turned to your boyfriend.

Yonghoon chuckled at your cuteness and booped your nose with his.

"shall we go to the convenience store together then?". Yonghoon suggested cutely.

you immediately nodded your head. Yonghoon ruffled your hair lovingly before the two of you went out for food.

convenience store dates was also a common thing in your relationship.

the two of you didn't really care about where you eat, as long as the two of you could eat together.

you loved experimenting new food combinations with Yonghoon.

if it was good, the both of you would get super excited and continue eating the same combination of food again and again until you're sick of it.

if it was bad , the two of you would play rock paper scissors where the loser had to finish up the gross combination.

but Yonghoon was a softie. he would either let you win easily or eat some for you when you really lost after a few rounds.

"cheese , ramyeon , egg , collaboration!". Yonghoon exclaimed as he mixed all those ingredients together.

he saw a video of this combination and he thought it looked good so he wanted to try it.

you settled with your favourite jjapaghetti and some spicy sausages.

aside from your cuddle and convenience store dates , you also spend time together at the music academy which Yonghoon worked at.

Yonghoon was specifically a vocal teacher but he could also play some instruments including the piano and guitar.

you two would hang out at his studio when he had no classes.

during this dates , Yonghoon would either show you some works that he was working on as a producer or sing you songs.

sometimes it would be cute spontaneous songs. sometimes it would be your favourite songs.

either way, you loved it when Yonghoon sings. his voice was just out of this world . he was your favourite singer.

all those good times confused you when one day Yonghoon suddenly came back home and acted differently .

his usual warm greetings were short and cold.

it had been about 2 months since the both of you had spent time together like usual.

you had been a bit busy with the flower shop. your mother finally had the opportunity to extend her brand and open up another branch for her flower shop at another neighbourhood.

of course you had to help her with lots of things. but those were settled and you finally had the time to visit Yonghoon again.

Yonghoon knew about this achievement and even bought a gift for your mother to congratulate her.

maybe the 2 months of not seeing each other properly made you both a bit distant. but your feelings for Yonghoon was still as strong as ever.

you thought maybe he was just tired from work and wanted to rest.

but your usual fun dinner was dull. Yonghoon ate quickly before staying in his room for the whole night.

you wanted to ask him about his day. you were worried. you were scared at his sudden change in behaviour.

but you thought to yourself to only think of good things and act normal.

you cleaned up the living room before joining Yonghoon on his bed.

you gently slid onto your side of the bed . Yonghoon's back was facing you. you pouted before scooting closer to your boyfriend and backhugging him.

Yonghoon stayed still and let you hold him.

"i missed you....". you gently whispered as you buried your face against his warm back.

Yonghoon didn't respond . you supposed he was already asleep.

the next few days, Yonghoon was a bit better . maybe he was just tired with work the other day.

"babe,, do you want to go to the convenienve store together ?". you asked softly.

Yonghoon sighed before nodding.

you interwined your fingers together like usual on your way to the store.

you didn't know if it was just you but his hand felt ....cold.

his entire presence felt cold.

you shook your head and tried your best to act normally.

your usual chaotic store date was silent. you tried swallowing your food down together with the tears that were threatening to fall.

why ? why was Yonghoon suddenly acting like this ?

you felt like he was forcing himself to spend time with you. you felt like he didn't feel the special spark between the both of you anymore.

you felt like... he didn't love you anymore. no maybe that was too far..

you didn't know. you wanted to know. but you're sure if you were to ask him about it now, you couldn't handle it. your emotions were too unstable.

you cleared your throat and reached out for his cold hand gently..

"babe, i don't think i'm sleeping over at your house tonight. and don't worry you don't need to walk me home... i know you're tired.". you said carefully.

Yonghoon only looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "really ? ahh we should get going then before it gets darker.". he replied.

you thought your normal stubborn clingy boyfriend would still insist on walking you home.

but at the junction where you usually separate, he really bid you goodbye and walked away quickly before you could hug or greet him back properly.

you blinked in confusion at his actions. Yonghoon didn't even turn back to look at you.

you were frozen on your spot. was this really happening to you ?

unnoticingly, tears flowed down your cheeks. soon, you started sobbing in the middle of the empty streets.

you covered your face with your palms as your cries got louder.

the usual Yonghoon would whine when you say you weren't staying over. the usual Yonghoon would still walk you home no matter how hard you try to convince him that it was okay.

maybe the usual Yonghoon wasn't feeling the same as before. maybe the usual Yonghoon was tired of loving you.

maybe the usual Yonghoon was gone. you didn't even know who he was anymore.

Yonghoon noticed how in the span of only 3 days, your part of the wardrobe was becoming emptier.

he thought you were just reorganising things, but soon even your toiletries and other little things usually in his house was nowhere to be seen.

Yonghoon felt that his house was a bit emptier with most of your things gone.

he was confused. he wanted to ask you. why ?

but he was confused with himself too...

Yonghoon was in the shower while you were preparing some breakfast. just for him .

you scanned the house again. absorbing all the memories that you've spent together with Yonghoon.

you walked towards the coffee table and reached for his phone.

you scrolled through his contacts and stopped when you reached yours .

♡ My Love 🌸 ♡

you bit your lips and sighed before pressing the delete button.

you placed Yonghoon's phone back carefully before carrying all your remaining things.

*i guess this will be the last* you thought as you walked slowly to the entrance.

you were about to unlock the front door when you heard his cold voice calling out your name.

"y/n ...".

you mustered all your courage before turning around to look at Yonghoon.

there he was, standing at his spacious living room. looking as handsome as ever. looking as soft as ever. but he looked cold , like never.

"why are you doing all of this ? ". Yonghoon asked with a slight frown.

you looked at Yonghoon in disbelief before approaching him slowly.

you tried your best to hold in your tears.

"are you, seriously asking that Jin Yonghoon?". you asked in a hushed tone.

Yonghoon's frown dipped deeper. he still didn't understand what was wrong.

"why are you doing this ? why are you cleaning up your stuffs ? why did you ,, why did you delete your number from my phone ? what's happening ?".

Yonghoon bombarded you with questions, in a tone as if he was the victim now. as if he was the one who was being hurt.

your palms curled into fists as you neared him . your tears were now trickling down your cheeks freely.

"you really have the heart to ask those questions ? why am i doing this ? i am doing this because i feel like i don't know you anymore. i feel like you're forced to spend time with me. you started acting cold towards me since those 2 months.". you sniffed and wiped your face harshly with your sleeve.

"i tried thinking of only good things, i thought you just needed some rest. but it lasted for a month. a month Yonghoon ! i'm hurt. it feels like you don't love me anymore....". you continued before pausing for a while as your cries echoed in the living room.

Yonghoon only stood there, his face a bit shocked. but even after a few moments, he didn't reply nor deny your words.

you looked at him with a sad smile and chuckled before shaking your head.

" i cleared my stuffs bit by bit , to help you forget about me slowly. so you won't get hurt. so you don't have to go through what i had to... i deleted my contact, so that you won't be hurt if you accidentally see my name. im just , trying to delete my life out of yours, so that you won't be in pain.". .

you swallowed your saliva forcefully as you reached your hands out to hold his cold ones for the last time.

"thank you for loving me these past 3 years , Yonghoon. thank you for all the great memories. thank you for everything. but i think it is finally time for us to separate. goodbye love. goodbye my first love..".

you squeezed his hands before leaving him alone as you walked out of his house. not once turning back.

Yonghoon stared at your back walking away. his voice stuck in his throat. he wanted to call your name out again, but instead , he only managed a sad sob.

Yonghoon slowly sat down and pulled his knees to his chest as loud sobs started filling his now empty house.

it hurt him.

in those 2 months of not seeing each other as much, Yonghoon suddenly started doubting his feelings for you .

he didn't know how it started. Yonghoon just started feeling empty everytime you texted. everytime you called.

Yonghoon thought loving you for these 3 years will lead him to love you forever... but his heart just didn't beat as fast as the first time he talked to you.

he thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Yonghoon tried figuring out himself this past month. he tried to treat you as usual, but he felt fake.

Yonghoon didn't want to lie to himself. he didn't want to give you high hopes .

the day he thought he finally understood himself , you decided to leave him for good.

it hurt him that he hurt you.

Yonghoon didn't realise how selfish he was . he wanted to figure himself out but he was hurting you.

all these while, he thought you were just going to think of the good memories. but he didn't realise , he was actually giving you painful memories too.

it was scary. love .

just when you think you'll love someone forever , just when you think someone will love you forever,

the love fades.

after leaving him , you didn't even try to get updates about Yonghoon or his life.

your parents knew about what happened and respected your decision to move away from that small yet precious neighbourhood.

you ultimately decided that it was best for you to leave that place to clear your mind.

you planned to take care of the new branch of your mother's flower shop at the other neighbourhood.

you asked your parents to never tell Yonghoon about your whereabouts if he ever asks. you doubt it though. he didn't care about you anymore, right ?

your long train of thoughts was interrupted with a gentle pat on your head.

"hey babe, i'm done buying my books! oh--- why are you crying ?". your fiance, Jongin, cut his own sentence when he saw your face covered with tears.

you jumped in surprise and quickly wiped your face with the sleeves of your hoodie.

"ahh i just thought of some things... don't worry...". you replied softly.

Jongin gave a cute smile and ruffled your hair.

"you know you can always tell me your troubles. hmm what do you want to eat for dinner?".

you grinned at Jongin's words and hummed before answering, " i feel like eating jjapaghetti and spicy sausages tonight.".

Jongin raised eyebrow and chuckled before wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked to the nearest convenience store.

"i thought you didn't like jjapaghetti?". Jongin asked in a confused tone.

you scrunched up your nose at his cuteness.

"it's not that i don't like it... i just don't feel like eating it most of time. but this time i really crave for some good jjapaghetti!". you replied cutely.

Jongin giggled at your response and pinched your cheeks . "alright,, we'll eat some jjapaghetti then!".

you were glad Yonghoon was living his life happily with his new love.

you didn't want to be selfish , but you hoped he still remembered your happy memories together after all these while.

indeed , no matter how much you've moved on, despite the fact that you're already in love with someone else ,

your first love will always have a special place in your heart.

a/n : hope you guys liked this fic for our angel Yonghoon💕 ngl , i cried ¾ of the time while writing this 🤡

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