#mrs. lty

[haesunshin]

sunset serenade | LTY

pairing: taeyong x f!reader ft. bff jaehyun, johnny and haechan

word count. 4.3k

genre. university!au, classmates, angst, fluff, romance. enemies to friends to lovers

summary. Y/N navigates through the bustling halls of university life, surrounded by close friends Johnny, Haechan, and Jaehyun. Her world shifts when she's paired with Taeyong for a university project, despite a childhood marked by a painful separation. Initially fueled by mutual animosity, Y/N and Taeyong gradually uncover shared memories that reignite deep emotions. Through late-night study sessions and unexpected encounters, their hostility transforms into a tentative friendship, and eventually, an unexplainable attraction.

a/n. i'm sorry i haven't been as active i would want to be, but i came back with a new ff and i hope you will like it <3

feedbacks, likes and reposts are appreciated!

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I jolt awake as my alarm reads 7:30 AM. Another day at university. I stretch, get up, and peek out the window. The campus is already alive with activity. I grab my bag and head out to meet my friends at the cafeteria.

As I enter the cafeteria, I immediately spot Haechan, Johnny, and Jaehyun sitting at our usual table. Haechan is engrossed in his phone, Johnny is telling a joke to Jaehyun, who is laughing heartily.

"Hey, everyone," I greet as I sit down with them.

"Hey, Y/N," Johnny replies with a smile. "Ready for another day of classes?"

"Please don’t even talk about it," I say, laughing. "So, what's new?"

"Not much," Haechan responds. "Just the same old stuff. Johnny's telling his lame jokes again."

"You know you love them," Johnny retorts, chuckling.

I smile and turn to Jaehyun. "And you? What's new?"

"Just looking forward to the end of this semester," he says. "I think we're all eager for a break."

We finish our breakfast, chatting about various things, before heading to our first class. On the way, I notice Johnny talking to a guy who looks strangely familiar. I squint, trying to place where I've seen him before, but nothing comes to mind.

"Who's that guy with Johnny?" Jaehyun asks, noticing my curiosity.

"I don't know," I answer. "But he does look familiar."

---

Walking into biochemistry class, I take my usual seat. Mr. Kim, our professor, enters the room with a stack of papers in hand. He smiles at the class before addressing us.

"Good morning, everyone. Today, we're starting a group project that will last the entire semester. I've already assigned the groups, so listen carefully."

I take a deep breath, hoping to be paired with one of my friends. Mr. Kim starts reading out the names, and my heart sinks when he announces:

"Y/N and Taeyong."

I look around, searching for Taeyong. When our eyes meet, I immediately notice the coldness in his gaze. He doesn't seem pleased at all to be paired with me, which leaves me puzzled.

"Hi," I say, approaching him after class.

"Hi," he responds curtly, not even looking up from his notebook.

"I guess we'll be working together," I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Seems like it," he says without any warmth, leaving.

And I’m leftI wondering why he's so cold towards me, especially since he seems to be good friends with Johnny. What did I do to deserve this?

---

The first few weeks of our group project are tense. Taeyong and I struggle to get along and our meetings are often filled with silence and unspoken tension. We work in our dorms, in cafés, and at the library, but the atmosphere remains frosty.

One day, while chatting with Johnny, I decide to ask him about Taeyong.

"John, do you perhaps know why Taeyong is acting so cold to me?"

He thinks for a moment before answering. "I'm not sure, but I know he went through some tough times in middle school. Maybe it has something to do with that."

That's when memories start coming back. Taeyong... that name, that face... everything suddenly becomes clear. He was the one who saved me that night at the end of middle school. How could I have forgotten?

---

(Flashback). It’s the end of our last year of middle school. The air is filled with excitement and chatter as students gather for the end-of-year party. I’m surrounded by my friends, laughing and enjoying the festivities, when suddenly, a group of older students appears. They're known troublemakers, their smirks and glances filled with malice.

I feel a knot of unease in my stomach as they approach, eyeing me with disdain. One of them, taller and more intimidating than the rest, steps forward. "So, you think you're better than us, huh?" he sneers, his voice laced with venom.

I glance nervously at my friends, but before anyone can react, the situation escalates. Rough hands grab me, pulling me away from the safety of my group and into a dimly lit alley behind the school. Panic grips me as I struggle against their grip, my heart racing with fear.

"Let her go!" a voice rings out, breaking through the tense silence. I recognize the voice instantly—Taeyong. He emerges from the shadows, his presence commanding despite his slight frame. His eyes are steely with determination as he steps between me and the bullies.

"Leave her alone," he says firmly, his voice betraying only a hint of nervousness.

The leader of the group scoffs, his smirk widening. "What are you gonna do about it, huh? You think you can take us all on?"

Taeyong squares his shoulders, his fists clenched at his sides. "I said, leave her alone."

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Then, with a sudden burst of aggression, the bullies lunge at Taeyong. He fights back bravely, trading blows and dodging attacks with surprising agility. Despite being outnumbered, he holds his ground, his determination unwavering.

The alley echoes with the sounds of grunts and shuffling feet, but Taeyong doesn’t back down. He fights not just to defend me, but to protect something deeper—a sense of justice and courage that shines through even in the face of danger.

Finally, adults arrive, drawn by the commotion. They quickly intervene, pulling the students apart and dispersing the crowd. Taeyong stands battered and bruised, blood trickling from a cut on his cheek, but his gaze finds mine with a faint, reassuring smile.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice trembling with gratitude and relief.

---

As I fully recover and remember the events, I’m overwhelmed with guilt. How could I have forgotten what he did for me? Why is he so cold now? I need to know. But every time I try to approach him, he ignores me or becomes even more distant.

The weeks pass by, filled with tense meetings and strained interactions between Taeyong and me as we work on our biochemistry project. Each session is marked by awkward silences and terse exchanges, a stark contrast to the easy camaraderie I share with Johnny, Haechan, and Jaehyun.

One afternoon, after another particularly silent study session in the library, I decide it’s time to confront Taeyong about his cold demeanor. I catch up with him as we leave the library together.

"Taeyong," I begin tentatively, falling into step beside him, "can we talk?"

He glances at me briefly, his expression guarded. "About what?"

"About us," I reply honestly, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. "About why things have been so... strained between us."

He keeps walking, his pace steady but his eyes avoiding mine. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I pause, feeling frustration and hurt bubbling up inside me. "Taeyong, we used to be friends in middle school. What happened to that?"

He stops abruptly, turning to face me with a mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes. "That was a long time ago, Y/N. A lot has changed since then."

"But why are you so distant with me?" I press, my voice pleading for understanding. "You're friends with Johnny. What did I do to make you treat me like this?"

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. "It's not about you, okay? It's... it's complicated."

"Then help me understand," I implore, stepping closer to him. "Please, Taeyong. I want to know."

For a moment, he looks torn, his emotions warring within him. Finally, he speaks, his voice quiet but filled with pain. "Do you remember that night at the end of middle school?"

I nod slowly, remembering the fear and relief of that evening. "Yes, of course."

"After that night," he continues, his gaze fixed on the ground, "things changed for me. I felt... abandoned."

My heart sinks as I realize the depth of his feelings. "Taeyong, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"You left," he interrupts softly, his voice cracking with emotion. "You left without saying goodbye."

"I didn't know what to do," I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes. "My parents moved us away so suddenly."

He shakes his head, his frustration evident. "You don't understand. I needed you, and you weren't there."

"I know," I reply, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Taeyong. I'm so sorry."

He looks at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and longing. "I tried to forget about that night, about you. But every time I saw you again, it brought back all those feelings."

"I never meant to hurt you," I say earnestly, reaching out to touch his arm. "I wish I could go back and change things."

He pulls away gently, his expression conflicted. "It's not that simple, Y/N."

"I know," I say softly, my heart breaking for the pain I've caused him. "But I want to try to make things right. Please, Taeyong."

---

Our meetings for the project continue in our dorms. Despite our initial animosity, a certain camaraderie begins to form between Taeyong and me. Gradually, I find myself enjoying his company more than I expected.

One evening, as we were working late in the library, Taeyong breaks the usual silence with a question. "So, Y/N, what made you choose biochemistry?"

I look up from my notes, surprised by his sudden interest. "Oh, well, I've always been fascinated by how living organisms function at a molecular level. It's like solving a puzzle, piece by piece."

He nods thoughtfully. "That makes sense. It's impressive."

"Thanks," I reply, feeling a bit flustered by his compliment. "And what about you? What's your passion?"

Taeyong hesitates for a moment, as if considering his answer carefully. "I've always been drawn to music," he finally says. "It's my way of expressing myself when words fail."

"That's beautiful," I remark, genuinely touched by his honesty.

As the night progresses, our conversation flows more freely. We share anecdotes about our childhood, discuss our favorite books and movies, and even joke about our initial dislike for each other. Surprisingly, Taeyong has a dry sense of humor that catches me off guard, making me laugh more than once.

At one point, he looks at me with a small smile. "You know, Y/N, I’m glad we started things over, you're not as bad as I thought you were."

I chuckle softly. "Likewise, Taeyong. Turns out, we might actually make a decent team."

He nods in agreement. "Yeah, I guess we do."

---

As weeks pass and our project nears completion, Taeyong and I find ourselves meeting one last time at a cozy café near campus. The atmosphere is serene, with soft jazz music playing in the background and the comforting aroma of coffee filling the air.

I arrive a few minutes early and settle into a corner booth, watching the door anxiously until Taeyong walks in with a warm smile. He sits across from me, and we exchange brief greetings before diving into our project notes.

"So, for this section," Taeyong begins, pointing to a paragraph in our report, "I think we should emphasize the implications of the latest research findings."

I nod in agreement, impressed by his insights. "That would definitely strengthen our argument," I agree, jotting down some notes.

As we discuss our ideas and make final adjustments, I can't help but notice the ease with which we work together now. The initial tension has given way to a shared sense of purpose and mutual respect.

After a while, Taeyong sets down his pen and leans back in his chair, studying me thoughtfully. "Y/N," he starts, his voice gentle, "this project is almost done."

I look up from my notes, meeting his gaze curiously. "Yeah, it's hard to believe it's almost over."

He nods slowly. "Yeah... which means we won't have to meet like this anymore."

A pang of sadness tugs at my heart as I realize the implications of his words. "Yeah," I reply softly, trying to mask the disappointment in my voice. "I guess we won't."

Taeyong frowns slightly, his expression conflicted. "I've... I've enjoyed working with you, Y/N."

"Me too," I admit quietly, my gaze dropping to the table. "It's been... surprisingly nice."

He leans forward, his voice earnest. "Y/N, I..." He trails off, as if unsure how to continue.

I look up at him, my heart racing with anticipation. "Taeyong?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. "I just... I want you to know that I appreciate you," he says finally, his words carefully chosen. "For everything. For being patient with me, for understanding."

A warmth spreads through me at his words, and I realize with a jolt that my feelings for him have grown beyond friendship. But I hesitate, unsure if now is the right time to confess.

"I appreciate you too, Taeyong," I reply softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "More than you know."

He smiles back, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/N."

We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the unspoken tension between us palpable. I want to tell him how I feel, to let him know that my feelings have changed, but the words catch in my throat.

"Taeyong," I start tentatively, breaking the silence, "what happens after this project?"

He looks at me, his expression thoughtful. "I guess... we go back to our lives," he says quietly, his gaze dropping to his hands.

A wave of disappointment washes over me, mingled with regret for not speaking up sooner. "Yeah," I murmur, feeling a lump in my throat. "Back to normal."

But inside, nothing feels normal anymore. Everything has changed between us, and I'm left grappling with the realization that I might have missed my chance to tell Taeyong how I truly feel.

As we gather our belongings to leave the café, I steal glances at Taeyong, my heart heavy with unspoken words. The weight of what could have been hangs between us, a silent ache that I'm not sure how to heal.

But as we part ways, I cling to a flicker of hope—that maybe, just maybe, there will be another chance for us, another moment where I can find the courage to confess my feelings and hope he feels the same way too.

---

After our emotional conversation at the café, I feel overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. That evening, I decide to FaceTime Haechan, Johnny, and Jaehyun to share everything that has happened with Taeyong. They answer almost immediately, their faces filled with curiosity and concern.

"Y/N! What's going on? You look like you've been through a rollercoaster," Johnny exclaims, leaning closer to the screen.

"Yeah, spill it!" Haechan chimes in, his expression serious but playful.

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I recount the story of Taeyong and me—from our childhood friendship to our recent reconciliation over the biochemistry project. They listen intently, their expressions shifting from surprise to empathy.

"So, let me get this straight," Jaehyun says slowly, processing the information. "You've been harboring feelings for Taeyong all this time?"

I nod, feeling a rush of nerves as I admit the truth to my friends. "Yeah. I think... I think I've fallen for him."

Haechan lets out a whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Wow, Y/N. That's intense."

Johnny leans closer to the camera, his voice gentle. "What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know," I reply honestly, feeling a mix of hope and uncertainty. "I think... maybe I should tell him how I feel."

"You've got to talk to him," Jaehyun adds, his tone encouraging. "You owe it to yourself, Y/N. Don't let fear hold you back."

Their words resonate deeply within me, filling me with determination. "You're right," I say with a small smile. "I'll talk to him."

As we say our goodbyes and end the call, I feel a renewed sense of purpose. Tomorrow, I'll face Taeyong and finally confess what's been in my heart all this time.

---

The next day arrives swiftly, and with it, a mix of nerves and excitement as Taeyong and I prepare to present our biochemistry project to the class. Mr. Kim welcomes us warmly as we step up to the front of the room, the PowerPoint slides ready and our notes organized.

"Today, Y/N and Taeyong will be presenting their research on enzyme kinetics," Mr. Kim announces to the class, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Taeyong and I exchange a quick glance, our nerves momentarily forgotten as we launch into our presentation. We speak with confidence, explaining our findings and analysis with clarity and enthusiasm. As we reach the conclusion, I feel a sense of pride knowing how far we've come together.

Mr. Kim listens attentively throughout, nodding approvingly at key points and occasionally interjecting with insightful questions. When we finish, he applauds warmly, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.

"Excellent work, Y/N and Taeyong," he praises, his voice resonating with genuine admiration. "You've demonstrated a deep understanding of the subject matter and presented your research with clarity and precision. I'm truly impressed."

Taeyong and I exchange grateful smiles, the tension of the presentation melting away in the glow of Mr. Kim's praise. As we gather our things to leave, I catch Haechan, Johnny, and Jaehyun's proud smiles from the back of the room, their silent encouragement giving me a surge of confidence.

---

After class, the campus bustles with students heading off to their next destinations. I remember my friends words and linger near the classroom, summoning the courage to finally confront Taeyong about something I've been avoiding for far too long.

"Hey, Taeyong," I begin, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervousness bubbling inside me. "Can we talk?"

He hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly. "Sure, Y/N. What's on your mind?"

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I gather my thoughts. "I... I was wondering if we could meet later this afternoon. Maybe at the park?"

His eyebrows furrow with curiosity. "Sure, but why?"

"There's something important I need to discuss with you," I reply, feeling a surge of nerves and anticipation.

Taeyong's expression softens, and he gives me a small smile. "Okay, Y/N. I'll meet you there."

As the afternoon arrives, I find myself at the park, anxiously waiting for Taeyong. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. I've dressed in a floral dress, hoping to look pretty, and with an hopeful feeling inside me despite my jittery nerves.

When Taeyong arrives, he looks genuinely surprised to see me there, setting up a small picnic under a shady tree. He sits down beside me, and we start chatting casually, the unspoken tension between us palpable.

After a while, the conversation naturally slows, and I gather my courage. "Taeyong," I begin, my voice trembling slightly, "there's something I need to tell you."

He turns to me, his gaze intense and expectant. "What is it, Y/N?"

He listens attentively, his gaze unwavering as I gather my thoughts. "I... I've realized that... I've developed feelings for you, Taeyong," I confess, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and hope.

He blinks in surprise, his expression momentarily unreadable. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of surprise and contemplation. Then, without warning, he steps closer, gently cupping my face in his hands, he suddenly leans in and kisses me softly, his lips warm against mine. My heart skips a beat as I melt into the kiss, overwhelmed yet exhilarated by the rush of emotions.

When we finally pull back, Taeyong rests his forehead against mine, his eyes searching mine tenderly. "Y/N," he murmurs softly, his voice tinged with emotion, "I've... I've loved you for a long time, since middle school, actually."

I gasp softly, my heart swelling with joy and relief. "But... why didn't you say anything?"

He sighs, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek. "After you moved away, I thought... I thought you had forgotten about me. Seeing you again at university brought back everything I felt back then. But I didn't know how to tell you."

Tears well up in my eyes as I realize the depth of his feelings. "Taeyong, I'm so sorry," I whisper, guilt washing over me. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

He pulls me into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around me protectively. "I'm sorry for pushing you away," he murmurs against my hair. "I should have been more mature about everything."

I bury my face in his shoulder, feeling the weight of past misunderstandings finally lifting. "Thank you, Taeyong," I murmur, my voice muffled against his shirt. "Thank you for being patient with me."

"It's okay," I reply, tears of relief and happiness streaming down my cheeks. "I understand now."

He pulls back slightly, cupping my face in his hands. "No more apologies, okay? We both made mistakes. But now, we can move forward together."

I nod, a smile spreading across my face. "Together."

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over us, we continue our picnic and we stand together in the embrace, our hearts finally open and our feelings laid bare, sharing stories and laughter. The air is filled with a newfound sense of closeness and understanding, a promise of a future where our love can blossom freely.

And in that moment, beneath the fading light of a sunny afternoon, I know that everything we've been through has led us to this beautiful, unexpected love—a love that I will cherish for the rest of my life, and as we walk home hand in hand, I know that with Taeyong by my side, I've found not only love but also forgiveness and a chance to heal the scars of our past, together.

Epilogue:

The next morning, Taeyong and I arrive at our class hand in hand, both of us sporting wide smiles that we can't seem to wipe off our faces. As we step through the door, the playful whistles and cheers from our friends greet us.

"Look who finally made it official!" Jaehyun exclaims with a grin, earning laughter from Johnny.

Haechan playfully whines, "I'm so jealous! Sick of being single, you know?"

This earns a round of laughter from everyone, including Taeyong and me. Jaehyun and Johnny clap us on the back, grinning broadly. "About time, you two figured it out!" Johnny exclaims with a chuckle. "You had us all waiting forever."

Jaehyun nods in agreement. "Seriously, though, we're really happy for you guys. You make a great couple."

Taeyong and I exchange a shy smile, as he squeezes my hand gently, his eyes shining with happiness and relief. "Thank you, guys," he says sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."

As we settle into our seats, the warmth of our friends' support surrounds us like a comforting embrace. The class continues with Mr. Kim congratulating us on our project, commending our teamwork and dedication, Mr. Kim notices the commotion and smiles knowingly. "I'm glad to see teamwork paying off both in and out of the classroom," he remarks, giving us a nod of approval.

Throughout the day, Taeyong and I are inseparable, stealing glances and sharing secret smiles. It feels like the beginning of something beautiful, a journey we're finally taking together after so many missed chances and misunderstandings.

After class, as we gather our belongings to head to lunch, Taeyong leans in close to me. "I'm glad we took that chance yesterday," he whispers, his voice soft but filled with certainty.

I smile up at him, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. "Me too," I reply quietly. "I wouldn't change a thing."

[fruitviking]

Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI, Mrs C, Mrs U, and Mrs LTY are all married to each other btw

[bloomfish]

Mrs D Mrs I Mrs FFI Mrs C Mrs U Mrs LTY

Why *are* all these women married?

[sailermoon]

thinking about that scene in Matilda where the little girl with pigtails is like “we learned to spell difficulty!” And she does a little song “mrs D, mrs I, mrs FFI, mrs C, mrs U, mrs LTY!” and miss trunchbull yells “WHY ARE ALL THESE WOMEN MARRIED”

[daianmayudzuki]

Here’s a handful of characters I made for an idea I had

If any of you are curious, I’ll tell you ;0

[hitchell-mope]

Reggie: 🎶Mrs D Mrs I Mrs Ffi Mrs C Mrs U Mrs Lty🎶

Julie: we watched the movie a month ago and I still can’t believe you didn’t know how to spell that word

Reggie: oh, I could spell that word. I just REALLY love that song

[holyplumbbob]

“I spelt a new word today! Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY. That spells difficulty. ”

"...So you also watched the movie Matilda today, huh.. ”

[mlcmccall]

Morning Pages’ inspiration:  “Pages Puncture Denial”  They nudge me like a big chocolate lab with his nose in my crotch...(source: Julia Cameron The Listening Path)

The promises in AA “You will find unexpected solutions to situations that use to “BAFFLE” you. (usually at the bottom of the third page)

Remembered this favorite book I would read to my “Home Schoolers” on Dauphin Island and Miss Honey’s spelling trick: “Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY”  .....They never forgot how to spell DIFFICULTY.

[venranae]

Mrs. d. Mrs. I. Mrs f f I. Mrs c. Mrs u. Mrs Lty.

For real do you need to talk about it

[hermitknut]

A:TLA watch, part 10

All of my posts on this are here.

Can’t believe I’m finishing this season already…

Appa’s Lost Days

Oh damn we’re going back in time??? Neat!!

Seriously though how did none of these people go “huh maybe he belongs to the avatar with whom I SHOULD NOT FUCK”

I do NOT like this smarmy guy in the red and yellow

HEY. You HEAR THAT MR MACDONALD I DO NOT LIKE YOU

Loll at appa stealing the cabbages

So has appa ended up with the fire nation, then? Not in ba sing se at all?

Go, Appa, go!!

Awww he’ll get there, I’m sure

DREAMING APPA

AND AANG’S DREAMING TOO <3

Serpents passssss he’s close!

LOL IROH

Appa’s hurt :(

THE FIGHTY LADIES

Aww he looks so much better

NO AZULA FUCK OFF

ARE THEY JUST GONNA LEAVE US HANGING ON THIS ONE

Appa went home :(

This guru dude is an interesting twist!

BA SING SE

NO APPA IT’S A TRICK

Wait THAT’S IT THAT’S THE WHOLE EPISODE

Jesus, RUDE

I love it though XD

  Lake Laogai

By the look of the previously on, we’re back on the main plot!!

“why do you feel the need to do that” I love toph XD

“my own teashop!” lol iroh. I feel like this is a risky proposition lol.

Lol at the manager trying to keep him on staff

Oh no it’s stepford wife lady

“control of the earth king” a-HA

I LOVE KATARA’S REACTION TO JET XD XD she’s prepared to full on drown the dude look at that face

*sing song voice* jet’s been hyp-no-tised

Noooo whale-tale island is a fake. Clever way of trying to get the Avatar out of the city.

“I can tell you’re lying” TOPH

“Jet’s been brainwashed” Nice thinking, sokka!

Uh oh blue mask!!

NICE MOVE ZUKO

Ahhh creepy underground lake place

All the stepford wives in unison, yeurgh

Zuko with appa??

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Hypnotissssssm

Iroh caught zuko!! Lol

GOD the way Iroh lays into zuko JESUS

holy shit is jet gonna die

Silent dude spoke!!

god I am. genuinely frightened rn. Did zuko let appa go??

APPA!!!!

But what about the scroll??

Zuko greeewwwwwww bless him

  The Earth King

FINALLY ARE WE GONNA FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRLS (I’m guessing based on the previously on)

Deeply amused that toph calls katara “sweetness”

DAMN at aang blocking the giant rock with one hand without looking at it

LOOK AT THEM FIGHTING HOLY CRAP EVERYONE’S SO BADASS

Special shoutout to toph turning the stairs into a slope

I also love the built-in comedy of Sokka checking doors

Is zuko sick???

“over here!” followed by Aang cheerfully undoing and redoing his rockhandcuffs XD

THEY PUT THE EARTH KING ON A TRAIN

Lolllllllll I’m enjoying the dynamic with the earth king

Hell of a fever dream zuko

“it’s imported” LOL WHAT

It can’t be this simple :/

Idk about this whole invade the fire nation thing, it freaks me out like – eclipses aren’t that long???

Awwww everybody got letters!

“we have to split up” NO WHAT

The goodbyes are giving me feels

DID ZUKO JUST DREAM HIMSELF AS AANG LOL I mean I also have feelings about this but it’s still kinda funny

Sokka WHY would you JINX every body like that

Bad spy guy still in action, naturally

TOPH OH NO!!

A ZU LA HO LTY SHIT FUCK OH NO NOOOO UH OH UH OH [edit: electing to leave this as I typed it mid-episode lol]

…holy shit you guys

you guys I’m not ready

 The Guru

…zuko you’re freaking me out

Sokka and his daaaad I’m gonna cryyyyy

Oh no the plan has been given away to azulaaaa I TOLD YOU I HAD A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS

Man there is so much going on in this episode

“even you can’t bend metal” honestly if you piss her off any more I feel like she’s gonna manage it

I love student!aang

Let’s be honest I love all aangs but

Sokka getting fatherly approvallllll

Zuko’s still scaring the shit out of me I can’t deal with this it’s like he’s been replaced with a robot

So glad aang’s getting some actual emotional support here from an adult, ngl

HOLY SHIT TOPH IS GONNA BEND METAL ISN’T SHE I WAS ONLY KIDDING BEFORE

katara getting tea XD I WONDER WHERE THIS IS GOING XD XD

Lollllllllllll Katara run!!

“why would I choose cosmic energy over katara” I LOVE YOU AANG

Ooooo yikes the way the water spills out and makes it look almost like katara’s bleeding

Look I hate azula but if she can stop zuko from continuing to freak me out I’m kind of here for it

The whole avatar state dream sequence is trippy and beautiful

Aang’s face when he picks up sokka :(

“we’ve been invited to serve tea to the earth king” *facepalm*

HOW IS THE NEXT EPISODE THE END OF THE SEASON. HOW.

I feel like I’m hurtling into ABSOLUTE CHAOS next ep oh god XD

 The Crossroads of Destiny

Totally not a FUCKING OMINOUS TITLE thanks for that

*jittery*

Okay I just watched the previously on and I am literally grabbing my own head in panic

I AM. SO TENSE.

DRAGON OF THE WEST OH MY GOD you just know he thought that up when he was like, twelve, and honestly it’s so beautifully consistent with his character

They locked up zuko with katara XD

You have no idea how hard I’m trying not to make every comment capslocked

“it’s an old friend of mine” HOLY SHIT

“good inside him isn’t enough – why don’t you come back when it’s OUTSIDE him too” can we please give sokka a standing fucking ovation for this line because

“the key to both is proper aging” omg

oh boy this ain’t good

okay azula’s evil but damn is she good at it

lollll aang and zuok glaring at each other from inside the hugs

do you think azula resents that her super cool lightning ability results in her just making finger guns at everyone all the time because

ZUKO’S HERE

ZUKO IS FIGHTING AANG??

KATARA JUST SENT WATER SHARP ENOUGH TO CUT AZULA’S HAIR DAMN

“…just take the bear” LOL

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... 

So I actually stopped typing because I had my hands clamped over my mouth for like the last five minutes of the episode (in a GOOD WAY though)

I then promptly called @1boo and yelled at her for like 20 minutes because HOLY SHIT I could not get organised enough to type anything

After a brief cooldown period, some thoughts:

1. OSUDHFOSUDRHGOSUDGHFOSIDHFGJOSUEHGTIUSHGFOISUEH GOSIUHGFISHSDFHSDOLGFLOSHGOSUHGOSGHD

2. ZUKO JOINED UP WITH AZULA WHAT THE HELL

3. See I know that season 1 is Air, season 2 is Earth, and season 3 is Fire – it’s on the DVD cases. So I really expected Zuko to join up with the others at the end of this season, with the understanding that he and Iroh would teach Aang firebending? BUT NO

4. I’m guessing we need this twist because Zuko’s not ready to fully give up on the Fire Nation as-is yet – so he’s gonna fall in for a while and then, presumably make his decision to leave. Which he needs, because before when he left the fire nation the decision was made FOR HIM and now he needs to make it FOR HIMSELF. idk. it’s just a theory.

5. AANG NEARLY LITERALLY DIED AND I NEARLY DIED WITH HIM OH MY GOD

6. Bascially, I am apparently going into season three with NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT TO EXPECT

7. you think I’m kidding, the only thing I know about the next season is “that’s rough buddy” that’s BASICALLY IT OKAY

8. SOIUDFHSIUGHE9U7GHS9D87FGYE54YHGSVOIUDNXFKJWMSEOGIU VHDGNSURODHGVSOFHBUVSFIUDBDHIUSBFHIUSIUHUI1!!!!!!

...

Right so

I’m going to go take a shower and stare into nothingness while I think about how incredible this show is

See you… next time?

H

[babyawacs]

publish how often this fraudsystem endangered wife maron hoooowmanyti mes while quelling anyinfo  .@law @law @harvard_law .@harvard_law @ap @ reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @haaretzcom @bild @phoenix_de @wired @wire duk hooowmany of the incidents were obviosuly fail of protect im murd er xray radar muderbeam tricked this verymoment in a bgb roomrent co ntract insuch conditions shuffling scums andharms charging that hooowmany times didthey take onthe support system because theyare gui lty liable daytime charged anytrick and decoy but immunise? evenif d aytiem???!?!?chargingit?!? and give back whats his???? what kind of system doesthat whatkindof system wants to know l e s s ss s s what the scums do in such conditions hooooooow many times did they t ake on wife instead quellany info but triestofind tricks to cutherdown while allalong obviously fraudsystem caused mess a fail guilty l iable causing authorities daytimecharged repeatedly make it inth eir fucking lowranks fluctuation sucker clownsuckers this is a fraudsystem botch this is a german government +timecontrol accomplc ie caused mess which shuffle cockroachproxies any decoy any harm they getawaywith //// #save #anyway  btw btw btw no doom lawye rs i insist jailscums we save em and if were the mainsuffere r ofthemess evenmoreso /// lawyers we savethe kids a n y w a y.  we do ntletem we invovleinternatioanalcopgirls and weput authoritiesin first line oftheir accountability directly letalonefor repeat. our lever is no t the minor they use and hedge a f t  e r alltheir crimes before thisis their solution?  gotit anything withthat pedo sleaze dirtydolly trick harms but we save them a n y w a y  / //// #reinterpret #hedge #tr ickery as any cruddy lawyer they dowhatall cruddy lawyers do. tryto rein terpret facts and hedge anything remotely hedgeable. just that they do so against widely known hard tested facts. constantly. allalong.  any agr ee notagree shitball ishedged andifnot thentricked. what did the civil lian typeyou here ******** findout if they repeated crimes while their lawyers covered that and inthis situation didtheir cruddylawyer trick hedge anything hedgeable reinterpet anything reinterpetable ***** "#i t. #was. #all. #the. #quibbledish": #zombi:   @law @law @harvard_law .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @haaretzcom @bild @phoeni x_de @wired @wireduk  did their lawyer let em repeat crimes: accompli ce checkifthey hedged agree notagree shitballs. asif that overturns fac tuality iwrote this for year with a buzzword quibbledish orso wher e halfofthecooked would agree without ever knwoing whattheword is, bec auseimadeit up right then but this gotrefined with a brainmess to agr ee or not agree itisntjust the dull and damage itis efforted tricked here sero tolerance with incompetence navi does not beat theres no road anyway whatever the navi says who else makes transparency ab out these tricks who made transparency about lets say trick: a gree to unknown=conflict agree to unknown ominuous possible=thinkaboutit delay interpreted as agree aaaaandsomuchmore (smashwords.com/boo ks/view/ notforspies-whatisahumanbeing book 55 2210) ///   #find #nano #oilantenna #sex #implants #fix #for #monstrosities fidn xraymurderer  beta or radar nuisance : drowsydizzy  strafes fascinatingly playful asian playful anime or man gaa orso that triggers aaaaaaw adorable and oddly playful theycompensat e hardline with playful- triggers protect and aaaw: remote contorlled backleg implant buzzers for boner tricks which doesnt happen because i tslikely brain actuatored nerve actuatored but the trickery remotecontro l messes withimplants itis noboner on even assmolest underway orso but themolester maybe on sexdrug with twominutedelay the same stuff tri ggers boner  itmustbe nerve relevant actuatingthen other implants not mine are then alwaysboner allnight fromthe backleg toimplant trick i nallofthis the messwith ballsfill deepclean balls lock  hideous ba llsfill right tobe on intelcoma and prostate drugging is allthetime as groinmesses deed typed intel luxury them:  aboner aboenr abo enr aboner! 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lets reinterpret his sexuality knewit! a confirmation for what ipretend allalong while imolesthim and hedoesnt notice but all le tme molesthim with intelacces you: urgh!!!!!! once more demyst ified intelluxury donttouchmy implants wife fixes it based on howitw as+whatsheneeds with heartonedge dontmengele anything ///// #vi sualise #horror #show #hoooowmany #times  today is neardeath mixtric k findoutifthe cocktroachgerman cockroaches try blackmail shitball you slap this hooooowmanytimes the germans amde a horror show of their ilelgitiamte  a c c c e s s s s thanks to fraudsystem which lullsit as german fengshui hoooooooooooooowmanytimes visualise ////  scums and germans often tickby opportunistic tricks. atrick that works is a trick that works i s a trick that works. beit fornow.  neuralnetworks shuffle data forthan d back and sort them in a trillion trial-error to reduce errors cau sality is forthem neglectable deviation fromthe filter is the norm ie error correction  but that doesntmean they wouldntmake a trillion err ors itis brilliant sorting tools but highlight causality  ********* make a : because for: causality because this. triggered this, tha t is like thhis now. ********** //// @bild @bild_de @phoenix_de dinge sind nicht beliebig und austauschbar. ursache wirkung besipieslwe ise. dumme menschen verstehen nicht wie schlaue ticken, aber das haelt s ie nicht zwingend davonab einen mit nem stein zu heilen vor dem komis chen ding da dabei ist das oft nichtmal derenschuld menschen machen d as wozu man sie  ermoeglicht wozu sie hinwachsen das ueben sie dari n werden sie besser das ist eine tatsache des lebens und der anpassung an die umstaende des lebens systeme pervertieren das dann halten s ich einige tatsaechlich fuer goettlich und die anderen naja pech ge habt und nu ran andie pyramide  (ja mrs skinner) @law @law @harv ard_law .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @haaretzcom how ipl ay is giveem thechance to complain about jail.  iam near death mix br ink poisoned again. bombthe cockraoch out. itdosntmatter whothey are itd oesntmatter whatthey want they shuffle harm and oneofthese cockroaches shows upwithpoison and tries sth. the alibi cover is sth else like achepa booster but roomgaser circuitboardpusher and access cockroach poisosn neardeathmix gethtepieceof crap and squeezeit letsgetus answers incldu ing who supplies em piece of crap itis so monstrous beneath surface usually  noone gets that its amiracle whenits back to civilised thatthey can c  o m pl a i n about calling them cockroaches  them the bbbe stintent sneakaround barricades toraidchamber with intelaccess for pedo orgies tosmear the hooker trick as alibi and if itdoesnt work withpedo trick its back to hideous murder tricks behidn earlympahtic aimed is: #why #would #a #fraudsystem #causing #the #mess #grant #them #regul arly #harm #wiggle #room #then #hah.. #weird .@law @law @harvard_law .@h arvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @haaretzcom where is this r epeat so often untilthey get prerogative fantasies thing from. isit reall y lackof prevention only they got that its legal and legit to what with em? mroethan once? /// #it #is #germany #they #use #minors #wi th #poisons #if #thats #purposeful   #like #monsters #they #flip #be tween #the #necessary #monstrous #and #the #moral #arbitrarily #fitting # their #s #t #a #t #e #i #n #t #e #r #e #s #t #s   find the poisong aser and xray cockroachgerman /////// find the poisongaser and xra y cockroachgerman what is law saying about mistakes in robustness on  r e p e a t e d crimes of scums they dontjust sexual assault poison me ngele arbitrarily but r e p ea t so what is law saying when a s ecurity person r e a l l y gets pissed withem ***** situations that wouldntbe just self defense  but  nothilfe, not bystand on repeat c rimes letalone forcing shitcops to do their job basically them coverin g scums ****** to repeat crimes really dirty criminal authori ties caused mess intheir swamp just shuffle proxies and inthis to repeat crimes when security is overly robust r a r e l y whats law saying  ******** and when allofthis happens in raiding your own chamber posiongasing you inyour own chamber ******** bombout cock roachgerman gaser with murderer mix  squeezeit for a civillian bomb out means flashbang robust squeeze means question youseethis on thi ngs  a f t e r thebombout like: if shitcops refuse toget their scums t heycan s i t i n j a i l with the scums I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ Inquiry@BabyAWACS.com PHONE / FAX +49 3212 611 34 64 Helpful? 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[negan-malfunctioning-android]

Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI

Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY

[chipsandwaffles]

Mr. Sleepy Head

At first you’re annoyed with the guy that falls asleep next to you in class, but he’s like a fucking puppy. How could you be annoyed with that for long?

Anon said: If my 😴😴😴 eyes arent deceiving me I see that requests are open pls write me a college!au thing where ty is always sleeping in class and you always happen to sit next to him and one day he falls asleep on your shoulder and just 💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💖 idk i'm tired write that for me to read when i wake up -sleepy lty enthusiast 😴💘👍       

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If there’s anything worse than being late to class, it’s sleeping in class. Being late was okay, because at least you made it to class and were going to pay attention.

Unlike Mr. Sleepy head who sat next to you. What was the point of coming to class if all you were going to do was sleep through it? He wasn’t annoying or anything, which was good because if had disturbed you you’d complain about it to someone else besides your brother a long time ago.

It was just kind of weird. And stupid. Really, what was the point of coming to class if he was just going to sleep?

It was like when one of your friends slept in the library. If you wanted to sleep, then go home. That’s what you were supposed to do.

“If you’re so bothered by it, tell your professor.” You look up at your brother and frown at him.

“I can’t just tell her- what if like, that’s secretly her son and he doesn’t actually attend the class- oh my god, is he even enrolled in the class?”

Your brother rolls his eyes at you. “Stop complaining about it if you aren’t going to do anything about it.”

“Why are you so mean Doyoung? And only to me?” Doyoung reaches across the table you’re studying at and pinches your cheek, grinning.

“Because you’re you, Y/N. Now go back to studying and stop distracting me.”

“Worst brother…” You mumble, rubbing your cheek.

The whole sleeping thing wasn’t a big deal, it really wasn’t. It was just, confusing. Very confusing.

Maybe a little bothersome.

Seriously, who slept in class? Class was for learning and taking notes. Did he even take notes? If he was enrolled in class, how was he passing?

You shouldn’t be worried about Mr. Sleepy Head. You shouldn’t. But, how could you not? He was really fucking cute when he was sitting there, sleeping next to you. Maybe you could just help him out a little. He had to be failing class; helping out a little wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

When you’re in class the next time together, you take the notebook he’s laid out for himself and write notes for him on the topic being discussed. You already knew the topic well, so it wasn’t a big deal. You could help him out with this one thing. And maybe when he saw your notes he’d stop sleeping in class.

At least, you thought.

Instead, you find yourself continuing to take notes for him every time you have class, doubling on note taking for himself and you. You have no idea why you do it, because he did nothing to you that deserved this kind of treatment. In fact, you should be writing things like “wake up asshole and take your own notes” or “stop sleeping my hand hurts” but you’re not. You doodle little hearts in the margins of the notebook and write him clean, concise notes so he’s for sure to understand the material.

You’re being awfully nice to a sleepy puppy you’ve never spoken two words to, but, maybe that’d come back as good karma.

One day, Mr. Sleepy Head isn’t asleep when you enter the classroom. He’s awake, staring at the door. You walk up the steps of the lecture hall and to the row, quickly taking your seat next to him. You’re pulling out your things from your backpack when you realize his eyes are on you.

Luckily, you have time before class actually starts so you look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something on me? Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re the one that keeps taking notes for me, right?” He asks, pointing to his notebook.

“...why do you say that? Maybe it’s… you. You write stuff in your sleep. It’s not me.”

“Why are you lying? I just wanted to say thank you,” he says, laughing quietly. You’ve never seen a more beautiful expression in your life. Mr. Sleepy Head was fucking beautiful and his laughter was beautiful and he made your heart skip several beats with just his little smile.

“I work all night and don’t get enough sleep before this class but your notes have actually helped. So, really, thank you.”

You nod your head at his explanation, continuing to watch him even when the conversation has clearly died between you two. He’s reading over your notes, and it makes a dumb, silly smile appear on your face. You were happy that all your hard work for Mr. Sleepy Head wasn’t going to waste.

As class starts, you’re almost bouncing around a bit at the happiness that has overtaken you. Even during the random quiz the professor gives out (where you learn Mr. Sleepy Head’s name is Lee Taeyong, which, suited him so well) you’re still happy.

Until, during the lecture suddenly something heavy hits your shoulder. Your heart nearly stops for a second before realizing it’s Taeyong, fallen asleep on your shoulder. He was sleeping on you. You’re pretty sure your heart stopped, who were you kidding.

You don’t have the heart to wake Taeyong up, so you stay like that for the class period, trying to pay attention to whatever the professor is saying, but, how could you? Instead of writing notes, you just doodle in your notebook, not sure what else to do.

At some point, you realize you’ve been doodling hearts around Taeyong’s name.

“You’re so cute,” you hear Taeyong mumble. It makes you jump a little, but not enough to disturb the class thankfully.

“Don’t call me cute when you don’t even know my name- why don’t you go back to sleeping on your desk?” You ask him. He doesn’t answer, however, instead grabbing at one of the many writing utensils laid out before you. You watch as he begins writing your name below his, doodling hearts around it just as you did.

“You’re comfy. I should sleep on you more often.”

“You’re weird. I don’t want to be associated with you-

“You say that but you’re the one who was doodling my name with hearts in your notebook.” Taeyong has you going silent for the rest of class with that one. You let him keep doodling in your notebook, not sure what else to do in this situation. You would just sit here with Taeyong and watch him doodle for the rest of class.

-

“You let him sleep on your shoulder in class? What happened to telling the professor on him?” Doyoung nags at you. You groan and cross your arms in defiance at him.

“I couldn’t do anything he was heavy- and it’s whatever I mean, he’s cute- why can’t you be happy for me?”

“That you let some random guy sleep on your shoulder?” Doyoung looks at you like you’re stupid. “Why should I be happy that you’re encouraging bad behavior?”

“Ugh, you’re the worst brother. He’s… really cute Doyoung. What if I like him? How do you feel about that?”

“You’re distracting me little sister. Please go somewhere else with your bad behavior so I can email this person about their late book. Thanks.”

You roll your eyes and get up, grabbing your backpack before leaving your brother alone with his lame job. You head outside to go sit under one of the trees, taking out a book to read in your downtime.

You only get three pages in before someone is taking a seat next to you, sitting awfully close for a person you’d very much like to hit for even bothering you while you were reading. You turn to them only to see Taeyong, any words you were about to say catching in your throat. He has a snack in his hands and he offers it to you.

“Got this for you as a thank you,” he says. You melt because of his smile.

“You’re… welcome,” you say. You take the snack from him and set it next to you, not wanting to eat it right now.

“What? Is something wrong? Do you not like that kind? I can go get you something different if you want.” You shake your head and look back at Taeyong.

“I’m gonna go back to reading my book, if that’s okay with you.” Taeyong nods his head and gestures for you to continue.

You pick up back where you left off, ready to get back into the story, only for you to be distracted a page later when you feel Taeyong’s head on your shoulder again.

“I can’t read with your head on my shoulder.”

“Okay. Stop reading then. Go on a date with me instead,” Taeyong says. You swear you feel your face flush at his words.

“Go on a-

“Yes. Say yes. I really want to go sleep in my dorm and you should agree to my date and come cuddle with me. I’ll cook you food after I nap.”

“That- that is not a date,” you say. You’re more embarrassed rather than offended at his offer. You’d love to take him up on it, it just didn’t seem like a date.

Taeyong whines and pulls his head away from your shoulder, a pout on his face. “The date comes after we cuddle- come on. Please?”

The pout makes you so weak. It makes you so weak that you let Taeyong lead you back to his dorm, let him pull you into his bed and wrap his arms around you until he’s fast asleep, his face buried in your neck. Eventually, you fall asleep with him, only waking up when the smell of food is wafting through the air.

That good karma you knew would come back to you comes in the form of a delicious meal and a unexpected kiss from Taeyong when he drops you off at your apartment, telling you he’ll see you in class.

And, once again, he falls asleep on your shoulder, leaving you to take notes for the both of you as always. But, this time you don’t mind. He promised you kisses and food later.

That was a good trade-off for letting him sleep in class.

[4me4you]

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[mr-beebleboose]

Googliplier’s New Home

A/N: This is a story about Googliplier, Mark’s character from ‘Google IRL’ (link to video), and Chase, a simple mechanic turned robot mechanic. So, this little idea came to me a loooong time ago. I started writing it on my phone because I was super bored, and I just kept going back to it and editing it or adding more to it. I’ve finally reached a point where I’m happy to call it a chapter and I wanna start getting my work back out there. See what you thing, and enjoy!

Chase wasn’t really a people person. It was the main reason he got into technology and robotics – why deal with human emotions when you could just bury yourself in wires and metal and computer chips? The only interactions he made were online. He had no friends or family to speak of, so he just kept to himself, in the basement of the building, holed up with his tools and his machines.

When Google announced they were releasing the first “smart robot”, Chase was immediately intrigued; a search engine, but as a synthetic human assistant? The tests he could run! The prototypes he could try! But, of course, they cost ridiculous amounts of money, and any second hand ones he found were broken beyond repair (who takes a robot into a sauna anyway?)

So instead, he becomes a synth mechanic – he just downloaded a PDF of the Google manual and studied it for a while. He advertised online, and in no time, he was being delivered faulty synths, fixing them up and sending them back. A lot of money came from fixing them up, but unfortunately a lot of money goes back into it: electric bills, buying spare parts, upgrading his tools, etc.

It’s Saturday (probably), which meant that no work was scheduled for Chase to complete that day. Then, his phone rang. Naturally, he refused to answer it and just let it ring out. He listened to his own voice monotonously tell the caller that “if you wish for me to do work for you, leave a message entailing the details of the job, or contact me via email as instructed wherever you found my number”. Surprisingly, they left a message. A male voice, slightly higher in pitch than normal, spoke, sounding rather alarmed.

“Yeah um, I got one of those Google IRL things? Wait no, what are they actually called? I’m not really sure but yeah, I got one because they were cheap and I didn’t read the manual properly and it’s broken and I honestly don’t want it so can I drop it off? I don’t want it back- if you can fix it, you can keep it. It’s a hunk of junk to me now. Please; I just want someone to take it off my hands. Okay thank you bye-” and with that, the line went dead.

Odd. Very odd indeed. How broken was it? He’d fix it up and sell it on – that way he could definitely afford that new tool box he had his eye on, maybe get a few months ahead in his rent. He collected the number from his landline and sent a quick text.

‘I’ll take that synth off your hands. Bring it over, leave it in the lobby. I’ll see what I can do. How much you want for it?’

The reply was scarily instant.

‘I don’t want anything for it you can have it for free just take it I’ll bring it round within the hour’

Chase hadn’t known what to expect. However, this wasn’t it – the synth was slumped over in a chair, but it looked about average height. It appeared to be an American Male model, yet it had Asian features. He wondered if this really was a Google Bot or if it was a off-brand copy of one. It had black ‘hair’ that was awfully messy, tanned ‘skin’ that was torn and mottled in some places, and it wore plain jeans with a blue t-shirt that had the famous Google ‘G’ logo on it.

Chase tilted his head, frowning. How unusual – apart from the obvious discrepancies on the surface, it seemed to be alright.

He walked over, assessing it and making a mental list in his head of things he needed to fix. There were no missing limbs, no exposed wiring, no sign of anything being amiss except the glaring problem of needing new skin and maybe a bath.

He felt around the shoulder blades until he found the on button – a few clicks, the humming whir of a system booting itself up and then the eyes flew open, flashing a bright blue momentarily before dimming out to a deep chocolate brown.

The synth opened its mouth to speak – probably the usual start up gibberish – but the voice cracked, a spark flew out of a tear in the neck, and the bot’s face morphed into a frown.

“I a-appe-arrr t-o be-e fa-u-lty,” came the distorted voice as it studied its own hands, prodding at a torn piece of silicon ‘skin’.

“You got that right, buddy,” Chase mumbled: it was worse than he thought.

The brown LED ‘eyes’ shot up to study him.

“You are not Mr Fredrick. Where is Mr Fredrick?” it asked, tilting his head.

Chase sighed. He shouldn’t have booted this thing up – synthetic personalities were still as annoying and exhausting as human ones.

“He gave you up, buddy – I’m gonna look after you whilst I fix you up.”

The synth seemed to be studying Chase, and he really didn’t like it. Those eyes were so cold, so lifeless – it felt like they were staring right into his soul. Chase’s anxiety kicked in, and his brain entered fight or flight mode.

“Alright that’s enough of you for now,” he mumbled to himself, reaching around to switch the robot off.

Its mouth opened in protest but was interrupted by the power turning off – the mouth fell shut, the eyes flashed and then shut and the synth collapsed into the chair, slumped over once more.

Chase couldn’t help but ponder what sort of mess he’d gotten himself into.

Any criticism is very gladly accepted - I’m an aspiring writer who previously gave up completely on their work and now I want to see people’s reaction to my writing so go ahead and leave a comment. Love it? Hate it? Don’t really care about it? Leave me a comment telling me your opinions so I can work on improving my style. Thanks for reading!

[animaltheory]

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