#i like to think that he commits food crimes on a daily basis

[mychlapci]

i think people should consider my little headcannon that ford was lost travelling dimensions for so long that he just ... doesnt know how to eat certain meals. like,,. he's the type of man you'll see drinking ranch straight out of the bottle.

#gf #i like to think that he commits food crimes on a daily basis #no one wants to eat near him because he always does something so weird or odd #like ... he doesnt remember whats suppose to be on pizza expect for like.. cheese and tomato sauce #so he just requests bizarre shit on it because he assumes its like a fuckin build a bear #he doesnt know how much bread you're suppose to eat?he just eats the whole loaf as a meal? #gravity falls #i just think its such a funny concept #also a little sad when you think about it.. like #earth is so alien to him that he doesnt even understand the cuisine he grew up with #:(

[lawngnomeofdoom]

Part Four: when I'm near you

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Summary: Connor seeks advice on his new emotions from Markus, but when Connor is resistant to his suggestions, Markus decides to force his hand. Some jealous Connor fluff!

A/N: Yay part four! Thank you for reading this far and for all the kind messages, hearts, and reblogs, it all means the world to me. Keep being kind to each other :)

“Markus, thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” Connor said rising from the café table to greet his friend.

“Of course Connor, I must say that I was surprised that you asked me for coffee though,” Markus said taking a seat across from him. Outside the café’s window was the police station, and citizens of Detroit moving about their day, humans, and androids alike, thanks to Markus.

“Oh?” Connor asked wondering what social faux pas he had committed now.

“Well I’m happy for the company Connor, but neither of us drinks coffee.” He explained.

“Right, I suppose it’s a human phrase I’ve picked up.”

“So, what’s on your mind?” Markus asked, his eyes studying Connor’s. Seeing Markus and other members of Jericho act so naturally human was a wonder to Connor, but it also made him feel inferior in some sense, why couldn’t he adjust like them? He did think he had been making decent progress until Y/N arrived.

“I wanted to ask you for some advice regarding new emotions I’m struggling with.”

“I see, what emotions seem to be troubling you Connor?”

“Ones having to do with…affection.” He replied after a brief pause. To Connor’s surprise, the corners of Markus’ lips crept up into an amused smile.

“What’s her name?” He asked. Connor’s face became bashfully blue with a thirium blush. He thought of feigning offense, why would Markus assume he had to ask about a particular person? But the success of that scenario was well below 0%, Connor knew that without a preconstruction.

“Y/N.” He admitted finally.

“Tell me about her.” Markus grinned ear to ear as he leaned back in his chair.

“I met her at the station, she is a detective and an old friend of Hank’s. She’s highly intelligent, a very efficient officer. Her work ethic is one I greatly admire.” Connor told him. Markus raised a brow.

“And?”

“And… she has a lovely laugh, something about it brings about a certain feeling akin to peace in me. Y/N is kind, she treats me like…like a person, with respect and integrity. I have found myself enjoying listening to her speak, even if it is on mundane things, she makes them fascinating somehow. I have also found myself trying to memorize things about her, the way she likes her coffee, the way she bites her bottom lip when she’s thinking, and the songs she hums to herself. Oh and she smells like lilacs.” Connor finished. He looked up to see that the expression on Markus' face had shifted from playful curiosity to a sincere gaze.

“Oh, Connor.” Was all he said.

“I am struggling because I find myself distracted by Y/N on a daily basis. My eyes and my thoughts always wander back to her. We were at a crime scene and I whispered something lewd in her ear, I’ve never done anything like that before.” Connor finished.

“What do you need from me, Connor?” Markus asked leaning forward.

“I wanted your advice on how to rectify the situation.”

“Rectify?”

“Yes, I…” Connor glanced around their surroundings and leaned in, whispering to him.

“I had lustful thoughts about her just the other day. I imagined her and I were… well long story short, I imagined her in a rather compromising position over my desk.” Connor told him as softly as possible. Markus kept a straight face for a moment until his bottom lip quivered and he burst into a fit of laughter. Connor sat back with his hands on the table, perplexed by the hysteric reaction.

“I’m sorry Connor, I really am. I just never thought I would see this day.” Markus explained after catching his breath.

“What day?”

“The day Connor, the most advanced android out there, has a crush on someone.” He smiled.

“Markus don’t be ridiculous. We discussed it the other day, Y/N and I are just friends.”

“Do you imagine bending all your friends over your desk?”

“No! That’s precisely why I need your help in preventing those thoughts from further polluting our friendship.” Connor insisted. Markus shook his head.

“Connor, this is a confusing time for our people. Every new emotion is terrifying, uncharted territory but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t explore it. It means the exact opposite in fact.”

“I don’t think I can do that, thank you for meeting with me Markus but I’ll just have to figure this out myself,” Connor said standing from his seat briskly and leaving Markus alone in the café.

A few hours later Connor glanced up from his terminal for the tenth time in the last half hour hoping to see you at your desk. He knew you’d be at lunch around this hour, but you usually took it at your desk, or if you did go out for food it wasn’t for this long. Hank noticed his constant checks and rolled his eyes.

“She said she was with a friend for lunch.” He grumbled.

“Oh." Connor said fiddling with a pen. A clock ticked loudly in the mostly vacant station.

“What friend?” He asked after a moment. Hank raised a brow.

“I didn’t interrogate her on who she eats burgers with, does it matter?”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” Connor yielded. Another few minutes went by and Connor’s head shot up as he heard your laugh echo across the station along with a familiar male voice. His eyes quickly found you as you walked to your desk, located to the right of his own. He noticed first that the man you’re with has his hand on the small of your back, and that man was Markus.

“Jeez Connor, you okay?” Hank asks. Connor notices for the first time that he had completely crushed the pen he had been holding, the ink staining his hand.

“You can’t be serious Markus that is unbelievable.” You say sitting down in your desk chair. Markus sits on the edge of your desk facing you, he gives Connor a sly side-eye before continuing.

“Honest to God, can’t make stuff like that up. Oh, hey Connor.” Markus smiles, giving him a cheerful wave.

“Markus. What are you doing?” Connor asked, his tone dry and demanding.

“Just meeting friends of my friends. I came looking for you but ended up meeting Y/N by chance. I know you two are such good friends, I thought it only right to invite her out to lunch.”

“Thank you again for buying me lunch Markus you really didn’t have to.” You say and lightly pat his hand, making Connor’s fist tighten again.

“You bought her lunch?” Connor questioned with a sharp edge to his voice.

“Come on Connor, a lady as gorgeous as she is, well it was my honor.” Markus grins and kisses your hand softly, making you blush, which in turn makes Connor rise from his chair.

“Can I speak with you, Markus?”

“Now? I was hoping to spend some time with Y/N.”

“Now.” Connor demanded.

“Well, when you put it like that, sure. I’ll see you later Y/N.” Markus says with a wink, as he follows Connor to a vacant hallway out of your line of sight. Without hesitation Connor grabs Markus by his collar and pushes him against the wall, his eyes enraged.

“What the hell are you doing?” He growled.

“Easy Connor. Just spending time with one of your dear friends, what’s the problem?” Markus smiled, unphased by the aggressive hold Connor had on him.

“I don’t want you to spend time with her like that. Touching her and kissing her hand. You don’t get to do that.” Connor asserted.

“And why’s that?”

“Because…because…oh. Oh, I see.” Connor said releasing his hold on Markus’ collar. Markus patted the wrinkles out of his top and shook his head.

“Took you long enough, although I will say it didn’t take much to make you jealous.”

“Jealous,” Connor repeated. He hated the word, but Markus was right. A fire had ignited in him as he watched Markus make you giggle, get to touch you even slightly, get to take you out for lunch. Such small things but he treasured them more than he knew.

“The tactic you used was very clever. I’m sorry for roughing you up.” Connor said with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad it worked. She is a very lovely girl Connor; I can see why you have such a crush.” Markus said patting his friend’s arm.

“So what do I do now?” Connor asked, his tone dripping with desperation.

“Well, there's plenty of perfectly good desks in here..." Markus grinned and then put his hands up when Connor shot daggers his way.

"Okay, okay, my bad. Start with dinner."

#detroid become human #connor detroit become human #connor dbh #connor fanfiction #connor x reader #dbh connor fluff #connor fanfic #rk800 #rk800 x reader #dbh #connor/reader #connor #fanfic

[necrothezma]

My headcanon is that Dmk eats the worst food imaginable like, he commits food crimes on a daily basis and doesn’t process it as being a crime he just thinks “ yeah this will be good “ like

people always say like “ oh dmk would drink pure hot sauce “ ok but I think he would eat salt right out of the shaker

I think he would put salt and hotsauce in ramen, or like put ice cubes in cereal or like . any kind of cursed food thing and just unironically enjoy it

#kirby #dmk #hc #dark meta knight

[thewritingdragyn]

‘no good deed goes unpunished’

Chapter One - Awakening

Corruption.

The complete hostile takeover of something. Everything in Gotham was corrupt, reeking of decay as its residents desperately screwed over their neighbors in an attempt to get ahead. The city’s very bones were dripping in depravity, hungry for the next atrocities committed in its name. The sheer inhumanity the city displayed on a daily basis was enough to drive anyone mad.

Except Gothamites were born mad. How can you be anything but crazy when you’re drowned in darkness from the moment of your conception? We’ve always been the under-dogs, the dark horse no-one bet on. We’re gluttons for punishment in the insanity our day-to-day lives offer. It’s almost sad to watch. You think you can fix the brutality of your home, that if you work hard enough, tirelessly enough, it’ll give back to you. It’ll take care of you.

Gotham’s never cared much for do-gooders.

I was one of those once. I thought that if I maneuvered people around and thrust my ideals into the light that people would stand up to fix our home. But people don’t change, and infection will always come back until it kills you.

So here I am, lying on my back choking on my own blood. I’m watching my city, my home, as it stands undaunted in the wake of my inevitable death. I would laugh if my lungs weren’t filled with crimson. I’ve always loved this city more than it ever cared about me.

The lights were bright in the distance, bathing my crumpled form in a gentle glow. My breaths were coming in shorter now and my insides were burning from the lack of oxygen or blood.

“My beautiful Lady, bathed in glory, did I not fight for you proudly?” the words escaped me, a quiet rasp in the cold air.

Maybe the gentle breeze changed direction, maybe it didn’t.

My head grew fuzzy and my sight flickered. It’s ironic, my body shutting down on me for one final sleep when I spent so long ignoring rest. It’d never seemed important before, there were always more things to do. Maybe resting would be nice, just for a little while.

The world went black as my eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. A strange feeling washed over me and in my last moments I realized what it was.

Peace.

______________________________________________________________

Three Years Earlier

Bang, bang, bang!

Screams echoed throughout the mall as bullets flew through the air of the food court. An older lady wearing a pretty floral dress hit the floor with a shriek. People took off running, slamming into each other in their haste to bolt.

“Oh goddamn it,” Tabitha groaned as they watched the chaos take hold from a store’s glass windows. “Just once I would like to go to the mall without it getting held up.”

Mikaela scoffed as they both ducked inside a changing booth to hide. The two girls were shopping for cheap party clothes. She could hear the gunshots sporadically, followed by more screaming. “I was supposed to be cramming for that algebra test with Henry tonight.”

Her best friend shot her a look, one perfectly sculpted brow arched. “And you and he still aren’t a thing, huh?”

“No. We’re just friends, we’ve known each other since the Crime Alley days. We were-”

“Next door neighbors, I know.” Tabitha rolled her eyes. Another gunshot, another strangled scream. “Your dumpsters were side by side.”

Mikaela shoved her. “It was refrigerator boxes, actually."

“Y’know, it’s kinda fucked how often this happens to us.” Tabitha said, rummaging through her purse for a piece of gum.

She snorted and caught the stray piece that the blonde chucked at her. “I bet Metropolis never has to deal with this crap.”

“That’s because they have the Boy Scout,” Tabitha blew a bubble, popping it in time with another gunshot. “May his spandex always be so tight. You could bounce a quarter off that ass.”

Ah, they were at the I’m-horny-for-hot-DILF’s portion of hiding. It’d only taken fifteen minutes, a new record. “He’s really not that hot.” Louder screaming tore through the air. From the terror in them, she figured that the Bat had arrived.

“That’s because you’ve always had a thing for the bad boys with a heart of gold.” her friend sniffed. “I would love to corrupt that man.”

“One word; jailbait. Besides, I don’t think Superman is into poor scholarship kids, he’d totally go for the rich girl looking for a thrill.” she grinned as a voice came over the loudspeaker.

“The situation has been taken care of,” a low baritone voice said. Batman was using it. “Please leave through the exit doors, GCPD officers will take care of you.”

Tabitha groaned. “Damn it,”

“I hope Officer Dalton isn’t working tonight,” Mikaela sighed. “He almost had his hand down my pants after that convenience store robbery by the school.”

“Almost?” Tabitha huffed. “He took off my bra after that bank got hit by Two-Face in the name of ‘checking for injuries’. If Gordon hadn’t appeared on scene I would be bare-foot and pregnant right now.”

“Bastards,” Mikaela grumbled.

They stood up and walked out of the dressing room. Tabitha started browsing through the racks of clothes while all of the employees bolted out of the exit door. Mikaela spotted a gorgeous red top and snatched it, stuffing it into a bag she grabbed from behind the counter. Tabitha grabbed the security tag remover. Eventually their hands couldn't carry anything else and they sauntered out the exit door.

“So, your house?” Tabitha asked as they trudged through the snow. Thankfully the duo managed to avoid the cops when a frail old lady had a breakdown and started sobbing into a young officer's arms, clutching at his biceps.

Said officer was very unamused at getting felt up.

“What’s wrong with yours?” she replied, hefting up the shopping bags. They’d go through all of them, decide on what they liked and then sell it around the school for extra pocket money. Hopefully Lorelei had some customers lined up.

“Mom’s entertaining tonight so I need to crash with you.” Tabitha said simply.

Mikaela winced. She’d forgotten that the first of the month was next week; of course her friend’s mom was doing business tonight. She herself had just finished saving up last week.

She wanted to reach out, to be able to give some kind of comfort. But she knew Tabitha would never accept it. So instead she just teased her. “Don’t hog the blanket this time.”

“Then don’t kick me, bitch.”

“Slut,”

“Street rat!”

“Whore’s daughter!”

______________________________________________________________

Algebra would be the death of her. It was a cruel way to die and Henry wasn’t helping.

“I’m gonna fail,” she whined, face planting into her pillow. The boy ignored her dramatic sprawl, moving to check her work. The hazel-eyed girl hadn’t been able to focus at all for the last two hours of studying. She, Tabitha, and Henry had been floating around her room doing last minute cramming for what felt like forever.

“How’re you getting worse at this?” he asked and she threw a Nightwing action figure at his face. Mikaela kept it on her nightstand as a weapon. The Bludhaven vigilante had a really hard head.

Henry dodged easily and tugged on her ponytail, quick as lightning. The pair quickly got into a wrestling match that turned brutal. Tabitha sighed from her corner seat, content to stay out of it all.

“Children, calm down,” Tabitha hollered as Henry forced the other girl into a choke hold. Mikaela pinched hard at where she thought his nipple was and got a strangle yelp in response, strong arms jerking away to shield himself.

“Bitch,” he muttered, rubbing at his abused body part.

“Asshole,” Mikaela returned the insult, massaging her scalp from the hair-pulling. Best friends they might be, but if someone didn’t interrupt them their fights could get painful in a hurry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” Tabitha asked, stretching from her curled position. “You’ve been on edge since the mall.”

“I guess it’s just messing with me a bit.” she shrugged.

“Why? It’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened to us.”

Mikaela frowned. “Exactly. We’re used to it now. Do you realize how screwed up it is that we, the teenagers that we are, are used to having guns waved in our faces? What kind of fucked up kids don’t even blink at that shit anymore?”

Henry shifted to a sitting position, lips pursed tightly. “We live in Gotham, Kaela. There’s not a whole lot we can do about it. I’m pretty sure we have the most crime in America.”

She picked up her stress ball, squeezing it as she tried to put her thoughts into words. It was hard though, even with the two people who knew her the best. “If half our police force wasn’t corrupt as shit, we’d be a whole lot better.”

“Not to mention our politicians, those slimy pricks.” Tabitha pointed out.

“What’s your point, Mikaela?” Henry asked, eyeing her.

“Remember that question we got asked in our seventh grade english class? ‘How would you make the world a better place?’ The one where everyone answered with eternal peace or some shit?” she said in lieu of answering.

Tabitha nodded. “Yeah, we all got detention because we didn’t take it seriously.”

“Well, I’m taking it seriously now.” Mikaela said firmly. “If you had the power and the opportunity, how would you fix Gotham?”

Both of her friends went quiet, ruminating on her random question. She wasn’t surprised by the silence. It’d been a thought eating at her brain quietly for months now but she hadn’t given any other effort to it until today. Surprisingly, a few minutes later, Tabitha spoke first.

“Blackmail. Sleep with a few politicians and other prominent figures, you’re golden.”

“No, it’s the gangs and the crime families.” Henry disagreed. “Take them out and you’ve got yourself a nice little power seat.”

Tabitha opened her mouth, clearly wanting to defend her choice but Mikaela swiftly cut her off. “What if it were both? What if you did more than that?”

Her friends paused. “What exactly are you talking about, Kaela.” Henry asked carefully.

She pushed herself to her feet so she could pace. Her thoughts were tumbling around her head, yanking on her attention until it was satisfied. “I’m tired,” she admitted. “I’m tired of living in poverty, of selling every scrap of my soul so I can eat for another day. I’m tired of walking around terrified of the next villain that shows up! Batman can’t always save us, he’s one man.”

“Then how the fuck do you propose we fix it?” Tabitha snapped. It was a touchy subject for all of them but especially her.

“We go to school with kids of the most powerful people in this city. Eventually they’ll be powerful and influential. We’re best friends with two of them!” Mikaela flung her hands out, desperate to make her point. “We’re smart, some of the most intelligent kids in our school. It’s why we have our scholarships. If we wanted to, we could fix half this shit ourselves.”

Henry sat forward. “You’re talking about political alliances with our classmates?”

“I’m talking about a takeover,” the passion coming out of her voice was bizarre. “We need change and sometimes you need to get your fucking hands dirty to do it.”

Another heartbeat of heavy silence. Then, “Well, I have always loved messing with people.” Tabitha mused, drumming her fingers on her thigh.

“This is going to be so much work.” Henry sighed.

She smiled brightly. “You’ll do it? Seriously?”

“Who else is going to help you with this?” Tabitha sassed.

Mikaela glanced at Henry with a raised brow. “And you?”

“Where you go I go, you know that.” he shrugged. “Besides, it could be fun.”

Her best friends were amazing. She beamed at them happily. Henry started clearing off her bed, tossing their math books on the floor while Tabitha booted up her laptop.

“We’re going to need a list of the biggest players on the field.” the blonde said as she made a new document. “Lorelei and Delilah are easy but the others are going to be harder.”

“I can get O’Connor on board easily enough,” Henry said offhandedly, grabbing a fresh notebook to jot down notes. “He just wants to party.”

“Oh, we’ll give him a good time, alright.” Mikaela smirked.

The rest of their night went to plotting and information gathering. It was almost surreal to think about, that the biggest political coup of their generation started in her rundown, shitty bedroom with her two best friends. If she ever told the story, they would never believe her.

But power has a way of making itself known. And she was nothing if not powerful.

#political #original characters #jason todd #dick grayson #dark as fuck #trigger warning #talk of SA on a minor #this story is a fucking SHITSHOW #seriously be prepared #murder #blackmail #lots of cursing #they do a lot of illegal shit in the name of the greater good

[inactive-shroomiehomie]

SFW Alphabet - Sonny Carisi

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sonny loves holding you anyway he can. He’s a big physical affection type of guy! Sitting casually in his lap on the couch, Sonny towering behind you with his arms hugging your shoulders from behind. He doesn’t like smooching or being too cuddly in public, but he just can’t stay away from you !

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It doesn’t matter how long he’s known you, Dominick is a loyal friend. If he goes against you in anyway, he has a pretty damn good reason or it’s for your own good. If you’re in a bad mood, Sonny would come over and cook for you and you two would goof around until he had to go back home or until he passed out on your couch.

You are both night-time law students and you get to arguing over some study case you were both given for an assignment- and you out smart him. He starts laughing in disbelief and offers to buy you a coffee. Then you two are hanging out at the bar after classes, throwing darts and throwing back drinks. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As previously stated, Carisi is a big ol’ snuggler. He’s also a personal heater when it comes to sleeping at night and it can be a blessing on those chilly New York nights.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Sonny + Cooking = ♥

Sonny + Cleaning= :/ (He’s a bit of a germaphobe, but he doesn’t know how to pick up after him self more than he should.)

You’ve talked about it before, and while you both agree bringing children into the world when their Dad would have to see and hear the things he does at work on a daily basis would be horrible, having a kid or two wouldn’t be horrible. Plus, Dominick is so great with children, especially babies. From his own nieces to Rollins’ two girls; He can quiet a screaming child in seconds and it mesmerizes you each time.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Face to Face. If you were committed enough to be in the relationship for however long, you should have the guts to end whatever it is to the other persons’ face.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sonny would feel horrible anxiety about proposing to you. He definitely wants to be with you until you’re both worm food, but he’s been on the job long enough to see what happens to marriages when someone works this kind of job. But you’re in it for the long haul, and he just has to accept that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

The human embodiment of a golden retriever is the perfect way to describe Sonny. Loyal, sweet, patient. But if you betray their trust it’s suuuuper hard to get it back.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

When Carisi hugs you, it’s like being bundled up tight for winter, but not suffocating. His chest is firm and comfortable and no matter the hug type, he always draws circles on your lower back, just to make you smile.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You were actually the first to say it. It was an over-excited slip, but you still meant it 100%. And unbeknownst to know, Carisi wanted to say it week two of knowing you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not a jealous of possessive man. The most jealous he’s behaved is whenever he’s in a clingy mood and you’re at work or hanging out with Rollins and Olivia without him. But he’s still very protective of you and watches your back.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Carisi loves to kiss the top of your head or the back of your neck. Nothing weird, just a quick peck. The back-of-your-neck kisses would sometimes release a giggle from you and it would end up with him pinning you down and tickling you ‘til you cried.~

But you love to kiss his cheeks and hands. It’s hard to describe, but wanting to kiss him on the cheek as the same mental effect as a crow wanting to bring a bright, shiny thing back to the nest for it’s mate.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Again, Carisi is an amazing person with children. He’ll make an amazing father one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a morning bird. Always up before you with coffee or sometimes food if he had time. But he always made sure- unless it was urgent business- he would wake you up with a sweet his on the cheek or gently rocking you until you came too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unless it’s a day off, you rarely get to see him. (ADA or Detective) But on the nights where he gets home early, you both talk about your days and how they went. Dinner, snuggling on the couch, and sometimes you’ll even show him some of your personal projects you’ve been working on. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Along side being the prefect cook and great  with kids, he’s a chatter box. He doesn’t just blurt out things weird like, “I used to spank it to Opera 24/7.” On the first day or anything. Just threw things into casual conversation or when you asked. But if anyone said something about a good home cooked meal, he wouldn’t shut up about the 5 different foods his mama used to make for hi.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He works for a sex crimes division. You have to do something pretty horrible to beat that. You’ve had your fair share of fights though. Between his Italian blood and whatever you were arguing about, he could be stuck on an argument for longer than you would be.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Maybe golden retriever wasn’t an accurate description of what he was. More so like.... a wiener-dog-chihuahua mix. Dorky, but brain still smart and ticking. R  Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Yet somehow, he can’t find his damn phone charger.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Sonny knows you can take care of yourself, but being a part of the NYPD, he'a naturally protective. If you need help getting away from a guy Carisi is on you in seconds, flashing his gun and badge.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Carisi spoils you. He's usually the one to cook when you two have time for dinner and there's never not homemade sweets in the house.

But on your anniversaries, Carisi would make you breakfast in bed and the two of you would make sure to take off from work for the day. Lounging and enjoying one another's company until Carisi would send you to the grocery to get dinner supplies and he can have time to decorate the apartment.

Your favorite scented candles, light pink rose petals, soft music. All the beautiful cliche shit that's just so cheesy and sweet enough to make your heart melt.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Your schedules tend to not overlap. So when he gets home or gets ready for work, he will sometimes leave his dirty laundry around the house and his filthy dishes in his sink.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

His hair, yes. Otherwise, Sonny couldn't give two shits what he looked like. And you coupdn't either.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

"Before you I felt like used tea bag. Already fulfilled my purpose with nothing else left. Then you came around and gave me new purpose. Instead of tea, you made me into a bath bomb. Or a soap scrub."

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Not being able to see him in person for a few days at time or before 11:30pm should be something his partner should be able to deal with. And being able to appreciate his friends and family like he does.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Carisi REFUSES to admit, but the backs of his knees are super ticklish. Sometimes when you're cuddling, you "accidentally" brush your feet up against the back of his knee and he practically falls off of the couch spasming. It's the cutest thing.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Carisi would definitely be a sleep talker. He'd also be the person that if you tried to get up without him, he would hold onto you tighter in his sleep. You think he may be awake sometimes when he does that, but Sonny neither denies or admits that to being true.

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[purplesurveys]

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Are there any common survey questions that are irrelevant to you? Marriage and kids questions like what the previous person said, but only because I’m not at that point yet. I also obviously can’t relate to questions that are specifically meant for a North American audience, like ones that ask about what I bought at Wal-Mart or Trader Joe’s or whatever.

Do you have any eating habits that others think are strange? Yeah, a few. I prefer mayo for dipping fries as opposed to ketchup and a lot of people think that’s weird. I also eat a mostly vegetarian diet. < A mayo ally, yaaas. To add to this I eat a lot of stuff with mayo too, which has met hostile reactions through the years because mayo is apparently unpopular. What else... when I eat fried chicken I usually leave the chicken meat untouched; I just like the skin. I also dislike fruits. This makes me sound like such a picky eater but I’m really not lol

Are there any fictional characters you feel strong connections with? They’re mostly professional wrestlers, which technically count because most of them play fictional gimmicks or characters. I’ve always felt a connection CM Punk which is why he’s been my favorite for like nine years straight now, even though he’s been retired for six.

Does your voice sound different when it’s recorded? No. It sounds the same as how I hear it unrecorded, and I probably fall into the 1% who has no problem hearing her recorded voice.

Is there anyone you wish you were closer to/anyone you want to get to know? Not at this point. I had wanted to know our newest batch of applicants for our org, but Covid happened and that ruined any chances of me being able to do that throughout the semester; and since I’m graduating it’s not like I’ll get to see them anymore after this. 

What was the first movie you ever remember watching? Stuart Little 2.

Do you ever sit and read books in bookstores, then not buy them? Sometimes, if the books are already open and if there are seats available. Fully Booked will sometimes provide chairs for people who wanna start reading there, which is a feature of theirs I’ve always loved.

Is there a story behind how you got your name? My parents tell contrasting stories and I think they’ve genuinely just forgotten the real story behind it. Some days they’ll tell me that they encountered the Swedish singer Robyn on TV once and liked the name enough to lock it in for me. Other days they’ll tell me that Robyn was simply a good unisex name to pick. There’s definitely a story out there, I’m just not sure which one it is.

Do you have a favorite film director? If not, what’s your favorite genre? Stanley Kubrick is for sure my favorite but I haven’t been as vocal about my admiration for him these days because of all the stuff he did during the filming of The Shining that got exposed; and if I tried to defend him, Twitter would just bully the shit out of me. If I’m engaging with people who I know wouldn’t tolerate my love for Kubrick I just say Darren Aronofsky, who’s another favorite of mine. But Kubrick is absolutely my #1 when it comes down to his work.

Is dream interpretation something that interests you? No. I’m not interested and I don’t believe in it.

Are there any accents you find blatantly unappealing? Probably a general American accent because I hear so much of it already.

What qualities do you admire in a person? Perseverance is a big one. I love a good survival, rise-from-the-ashes story.

What historical periods/events, if any, do you find the most interesting to hear about? I enjoy social history more than stories about wars or various revolutions. So it doesn’t matter what era or period I’m reading on, but as long as I get to know the education system at the time, their eating habits, the foods they ate, what they’d wear on a daily basis – everyday life, basically – then consider my interest piqued.

Is there a certain song that reminds you of your current relationship? Sure. Gabie made two playlists for us four years ago when we first started dating, and I had those on repeat for a long time; I haven’t listened to the playlists in a while, but the songs will still remind me of our relationship if I encounter them somewhere else.

Do you like to sleep in, or do you prefer to be out of bed early? These days I like getting out of bed early because there’s no reason for me to sleep in anyway. I don’t go to school anymore and I don’t have work, so for me to not go crazy with the nothingness that’s been going on for four months, I have to get up early and find something to do before depression catches me.

Are there any superstitions you buy into, personally? Just one. It’s a popular local superstition based in my school that I and many other students buy into just for the shits and giggles. They say that if you took a photo with the statue at the very front of our school, you’ll end up getting delayed and not graduating in four years. It’s bullshit obviously, but I still insisted that I don’t have any photos anywhere near it during my time as an undergrad. For anyone who made it up to this point of the survey and is curious, the statue is called the Oblation.

Regardless of whether you believe in astrology or not– if you’ve checked it out, of course– does your personality coincide with the given traits for your star sign? Some of it, like the fact that Tauruses are loyal, always think they’re right (lol), and love their food. I hate astrology though and I don’t like befriending people who make it their world.

What was the last film you cried during? If you’ve never cried watching one, what was the last film that moved you in some way? I haven’t watched the whole film since catching it in theatres but I did revisit the ending to Portrait of a Lady on Fire a couple of weeks ago, and it made me cry.

Are politics something you enjoy discussing? I wouldn’t say I enjoy it, but I am very political. I pay attention and I get very passionate about it. I don’t like fighting with close minded people about my opinions/stances. If you can communicate/debate like an adult I don’t have a problem with those kinds of discussions. < There we go.

What is your LEAST favorite song by your favorite band/artist? Ooooooh this question is MEAN lol. I’d have to say Ain’t It Fun. I feel like I’m committing a crime because it’s pretty much Paramore’s most popular song now, but I just never enjoyed it too much.

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[its-tubbs]

Black in America

Have you ever given any thought to what it may be like to be Black in America? Chances are no one does unless they are truly a Black or African American person trying to survive.  It would be great if everyone could walk in the shoes of a Black person for just one week.

I often wonder if anyone could survive a week when they get upset if a group of people is starting to grill food in Lake Merritt Park or if you are sitting and waiting for a friend at Starbucks.

Fifty years ago, John Howard Griffin published a slim volume about his travels as a "black man" through America. He expected it to be an obscure work of interest primarily to sociologists, but Black Like Me, which told white Americans what they had long refused to believe, sold 10 million copies and became a modern classic.

I keep asking myself and my colleagues what happened? Today, I can't tell the difference between the 60's and 2020. As much as we appear to move forward, we seem to be swiftly reversing in our accomplishments as a race of people. All over the country, racism, discrimination, police brutality and racial profiling have reached the top of the list.

For decades, black parents have told their children that in order to succeed despite racial discrimination, they need to be twice as good, twice as smart, twice as dependable, and twice as talented. This advice can be found in everything from literature to television shows, to day-to-day conversations.

African American employees tend to receive more scrutiny from their bosses than their white colleagues, meaning that small mistakes are more likely to be caught, which over time leads to worse performance reviews, lower wages or job termination.

For the past 15 years, I worked as a freelancer or marketing consultant in order to have better control of my life. As a contractor of color today, contracts became almost obsolete as government organizations and other enterprises stopped giving contracts to those of color because they wanted to hire those that looked like them or to give contracts to friends or family members. What angers me is most white people in charge are never reprimanded or questioned about their choices, even when their contractors are incompetent and unproductive for big buckets of money. Try that as a Black man or woman and you will end up in jail or fired from your position.

In the past year, I took a 40 hour per week job with an organization, hoping to be able to make a difference for priority communities or communities of color to be served. I convinced myself that my skills and experience would be welcomed and positive lessons would be shared and learned to make communities healthier.

Deep down inside I knew that I was simply fooling myself. From the moment I walked in the door, I was greeted with racism, discrimination and passive aggressive behaviors from white privileged co-workers with less experience and who continued to be unable to reach their goals or simply make a difference. I often ask how many t-shirts need to be purchased to reduce disparities in communities of color? That's when I become the enemy questioning their authority and position. Well, they did get that part correct.

As a black man, I can't remember a day when I didn't face discrimination or racist views from others. Depending on my mood, there are days that I wish I didn't have to leave home for meetings or appointments.  Often it happens before I even leave my apartment building where I have lived for 15 years, but still get looked at as if I am an intruder or burglar. As a black man, in order to survive, you learn to ignore or suppress most of the negativity that attempts to hit you in the face every day.

As a black man in America, many things happen on a daily basis to push your buttons. The key is learning to stay calm and avoid those threatening triggers. Although the events vary, here are some of the issues that I deal with every day as a black man:

Every time I enter a department store, drug store or office building I am followed, questioned and watched very carefully by security guards, even if they are black. They are trained to be suspicious of other blacks because their training sessions teach them that black and brown people are thieves, murderers and drug addicts looking to steal or cause bodily harm.

Riding public transportation can be a curse or a blessing. If you are black, usually no one will sit next to you unless they are another black person or someone homeless that smells like pure crap. During those times you remove yourself to another part of the car or bus.

Entering an elevator has always been amusing to me. White women, especially would rather take the stairs or wait for the next elevator to come down to the lobby. If they reluctantly enter an elevator with a black man, chances are they will be holding tight to their purses because being black means you are going to snatch their purse and run. Just a note, most black people don't even think about white people at all.

Entering restaurants: Don't be surprised if they are booked. They are very surprised if you have a reservation and in shock that your name was not black enough to alert them.

Office or Team meetings can be quite interesting. Bleeding heart liberals are usually 10 times worse than an outright racist. How can you identify one of them? Well, they are usually passive aggressive and feel that they can say anything to a person of color without ramifications. They can also cry at the drop of a hat if an intelligent response is given. They often will launch into a dialogue that starts with, “that's not really what I meant and I am sorry that you misunderstood me”. When it comes to this bullshit, I don't hesitate to go for their jugular and eliminate the problem without raising my voice or an eyebrow.

A black female employee is told by a co-worker multiple times that she is “so well spoken,” or “not like other black women” that the coworker knows. These comments place a negative assumption on Black Americans, as well as shows contempt or a lack of respect for African American Vernacular English.

A latina staff member is sitting in a team meeting when one of the directors makes a face and starts to put down another latino worker who is no longer with the organization but who has been pulled in as a consultant because of her great skills. Being the only latino staff member in the meeting, she feels crushed by the white co-worker's attitude, facial expressions,  and nasty comments about the other latina person. No one else seems to notice except for me.

Driving while Black can be rather frightening. You may be doing everything correctly but if you are black the profiling begins. Being black means that you must be high on drugs, drunk, have a criminal record, have a warrant out for your arrest or may be thinking about committing a crime. To save us all, 10 police cars are called in and you are beaten nearly to death or murdered for resisting arrest. Trust me, it happens every day.

The most difficult one is when you are a Black person who goes in for an interview and the only Black person on the panel, like the security person at Walgreens or CVS, focuses on destroying your chances of being hired. The old name for these people was Uncle Tom, but I have moved to calling them Handkerchief Heads.

Another common form of racial bias can happen even before the interview. Black or Latino sounding names have a disproportionately lower call-back rate than white names when it comes to landing an interview.

Racism is often boiled down to its most basic definition: discrimination and negative stereotyping based on race or skin color. However, the truest definition of racism — that of systemic or institutional racism — is much broader, and understanding that definition can help illustrate the lived experiences of people of color in America.

So how do you survive being Black in America?

If you have stories to share, please sent them to me. Those lessons can help so many others to succeed.                            

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Undercover {3} || Undercover Cop!Reader x Mobster!Bucky

Warnings: smut (18+), oral (female receiving), spanking + hair pulling(both brief), also brief knife use, fingering, language, more gun use, brief mentions of domestic violence, more church talk, talk of borderline stalking, talk of previous sexual stuff

Word Count: 4,903

Author's Note: yay yay yay, I'm loving writing this even though it takes like a century😂. I did warn that there might be some smut and I can guarantee it'll get deeper. I hope you guys enjoy and lemme know what you think! Also, when it mentions Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, I was listening to “Blue Moon” and “Ain’t That A Kick In the Head.” 

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"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Bucky sighs out, adjusting his tie uncomfortably in the confessional. He was the type to convince people he'd burst into flames stepping into a church. At least six out of the seven deadly sins he committed on a daily basis and staring up at the marble statues of the holy man made him remember all the times he'd stare at a similar statue in the church he and his family used to attend. His mom would sit beside him and ramble prayers while he looked up at the statue of God with his eyes closed, hands pressed together, hair draped over his shoulders and wonder why his mother even believed in him when he'd done nothing for them.

"Obviously you have Mr. Barnes, why else would you come to me?" The older man rasped out with a chuckle. Leaning back against the jagged wooden wall behind him, both it and the bench beneath him creaked at his weight. Bucky played with the end of his suit jacket, wondering what his next words should be. He shook his head,

"I fucked up. I think I'm turnin into my dad."

"James-"

"No I know, language, I just... I'm seriously... I'm terrified." The father beside him shifted in his chair, waiting for Bucky to continue on his own demise,

"I... I... hurt her." He muttered under his breath, his gaze drifting down to the warped wood of the floor, his stomach tearing away at itself. Picking at his nails he sighed,

"She's a cop and I can tell she's got...somethin for me. I brought my arch nemesis to her apartment and she let me touch her, she let me... kiss her and then she teases me.  And when she came back I just... grabbed her and I hurt her. She cried and I let her walk away and she's probably got bruises and she's probably terrified." Bucky hung his head,

"What do I do?" He spoke low. He knew what Father Slater's question would be. He knew damn well where his own question would lead but he was desperate. He'd never fallen so hard, so fast. He let himself stumble over you and now here he was not knowing what to do with himself. He was so focused on the little cat and mouse game you'd been playing that he didn't realize how bad it'd get when the cat captured the mouse and dove back into the carnivorous ways of life.

"Do you love her?" Father Slater quizzed. The silence bouncing between them answered the question. Father Slater smiled to himself, leaning forward to look through the small gate separating them,

"All you have to do is show her. Apologies are just words. If you hurt her unintentionally you'll have to show her. Make her see that everything you've put her through is your way of coping with what you went through as a child. You're not your father James. You're stronger and I can feel how much you love her. You don't have to say it. She's different. There's nothing wrong with liking that." Looking up, he found Father Slater's strangely calm blue eyes,

"How? How do I...?" He held his hands up, gesturing to the air around them. The father's smile didn't fade, his face going unmoved when he responded,

"Give her time. Give her enough time that she can heal. But don't give her enough time to move on. You'll know when the time is right." Bucky stared back at him, his brain processing everything Father Slater had just said. Without meaning to, he nodded, his heart far ahead of him. He desperately wanted to chase you down. Drop to his knees and confess his apologies. Pour his heart out and maybe play a sympathy card. But if he needed to give you even a glint of time, he would.

Davis watched you tear yourself apart. You didn't have to say anything when you walked in Monday morning. Stark in a cell and the yellowing bruises around your wrists told him all he needed to know. He could see when he caught your eye how bad it was. He had been right. You were in love with Bucky and now that he'd hurt you, you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You wanted Bucky to hold you but you didn't want him to touch you. You wanted to come home to him but you wanted him to stay far away. The decision was hard and you were constantly at war with yourself, unsure of where you stood now that everything had unfolded the way it did. The worst part was how bad you missed him. Curling yourself around a pillow on a nightly basis, you cried yourself to sleep, chest heaving and struggling to breathe. Davis didn't dare ask but he was more than curious as to how something that seemed so strong could widle away to nothing in less than twenty four hours. When you came into work every morning you monitored calls and skimmed through case files, your eyes dark and haunting, cold even, bags under them telling Davis you hadn't slept much in the two weeks no words had transpired between the two of you. He loved the sound of your voice. He loved the jokes and the smile and the laugh omitted from your cotton candy colored lips, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He realized then how hard Barnes had done you in. He didn't need to know the gory details and he wasn't sure he even wanted to know, but he wanted to help you get through it. He wanted you happy again.

Bucky was contemptuous of the relationship you and Davis had. He watched you from the alley across from the precinct. When Davis stirred up conversation finally, the two of you were close in proximity, Bucky's blood boiling whenever Davis reached forward to trace your arm, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. The look in your eye didn't tell Bucky anything but the smile was deviously flirtatious. You were never one to favor being alone and now here you were, trying to get back into the swing of living without Bucky. But Bucky wasn't going to give up on the both of you. He felt territorial over you and he wasn't going to let the feelings die down. He wanted so badly to walk you home when you left the precinct. Most times it was dark and he didn't want you getting scared or captured. Not that you would with a gun tucked in the waistband of your pants. But if he wanted it to go well, he needed to listen to Father Slater and give you time. But only a few more days. So he did.

Another week was checked off on the calendar and Davis found that you grew more anxious, neither of you knowing why. You weren't expecting anything. You weren't waiting for a date or another night to progress into going down to the dark side of town where Bucky's club was the heart of nightlife. Maybe it was just the thought of him in general. Either way your nerves were through the roof and it couldn't be explained. Almost two weeks after the bruises had appeared you found yourself returned mostly to normal. You were a cop on duty and that was that. Pulling gang members in cuffs in and throwing the local drinks in the tanks to listen to them whoop and holler and sing old hymns all night. If you'd throw them a metal cup they might rap it against the bars of their cells and share stories of prostitutes and losing all their money. But something was off and the only thing you could think about was how high wired you were. Carefully walking through the lobby of your apartment building, you were aware of all the neighbors you'd seen waltzing the hallways but only shared an elonged glance and a curt smile when spotted. As a cop it was your duty to survey the surroundings and know everyone without knowing them. Some of the older folks had figured you out and when you'd give your usual kind smile, they'd crinkle their noses and a rumble would rise in their chest at the bulge of a glock 22 at your back. They figured that at any moment you could pull it and turn bad, ending their lives behind some yellow caution tape and some fingerprinting from the local crime lab. But you walked away, taking your hair down in the elevator most of the time.

Climbing into the elevator you snort, remembering the comment Davis had made about you looking like Lara Croft with your hair tied up and your outfit. You could see it now. You hair was pulled back into its usual braid, but like always there were a few hairs that framed your face. Your typical outfit was a white tank and some black cargo pants paired with the usual black magnum response boots. And you carried a duffel bag with your cuffs, pepper spray, taser, and standard coat with the precinct's badge on it. Plus whatever personal belongings you decided to bring along from your locker.

Stepping off of the creaky elevator, the smell of cooking food wafted from one of the apartments making your stomach groan in anticipation. You cocked your head when you stepped closer to your own warped door, Frank Sinatra softly playing just the other side of it. Pulling you gun out, the door clicked open with no resistance, the smell from the hallway striking you in the face, the music louder with no barrier between it and your ears. Following the commotion to the kitchen, Bucky looked up, staring down the barrel of your gun for just a moment before looking into your eyes and then back at the stove,

"That's one hell of a, honey I'm home, doll." Keeping the weapon pointed at his head, you drop your bag,

"What the hell are you doing here Barnes?" As if it was the most obvious thing in the world, he lifted the pan in his hands,

"Makin dinner." You clench your jaw, taking a weary step forward,

"But why? Didn't I tell you to fuck off last time we spoke?" He scoffed,

"Hardly. I just grabbed ya a little too hard. Like you could keep me away." He speaks low, the speaker in the corner now chiming out Dean Martin. Bucky hums to it, rolling his fallen sleeves back up. Rather than the casual all black suit, he's wearing a similar outfit of a floral shirt and a similar tie, his slacks as black as the coat draped across the chair behind him. The same, polished oxford shoes clinging to his feet. You had yet to see Bucky's arms, veins protuberant beneath his tan, calloused skin. His shoulders stretched the silk tight across them with each movement. Especially when he turns to look you over, his eyebrow cocked,

"Lost in that pretty little head again doll?" Sighing, you set the Glock on the table before you, slumping into the hard chair,

"How do you keep getting in my house?" Turning away from the stove, he cocks his head like a puppy struggling to understand,

"Its not that hard to pick a lock babe."

"Quit calling me all of your pet names Barnes. You're lucky I don't want my neighbors thinkin I'm a killer. I'd lay you out right here, rid this world of your sketchy ass. " Raising his hands in surrender, he turns the flame off, pouring the delicious smelling chicken into a large bowl. Bowing down to open the now freakishly small oven before him, he crumples himself to drag a tray of vegetables from it, scraping them off into the same bowl,

"What are you making?" He glances your direction for just a moment before tending to another pot, steam billowing from it as he lifts the lid from it, the flame snuffing out as Bucky determines the mystery food cooked enough,

"Chicken stir fry. Green beans, sweet peas, asparagus, cashews, mushrooms, red peppers, and onion glazed in a garlic ginger soy sauce with honey, chicken, boiled in the same sauce, and noodles... just to add some more starch to it." The idea of the dish has your mouth watering despite never having had it, and Bucky can tell you're intrigued. Straining the noodles of the water, you watch Bucky carefully add them to the bowl, pulling out two wooden spoons to stir it all together.

"I- I don't have that stuff... where'd you-"

"I brought it. I figured you're probably sick of microwave food and takeout so I flipped through my ma's old recipe book. When I was a little kid this one was my favorite. She stopped making it around the time my dad left. I think it was his favorite too and the idea of making something so familiar to him left a bad taste in her mouth. So I figured I'd try it out for myself." With a shrug, he scoops some of the mixture up, guiding it over to your mouth. You stomach flips the second it hits your tongue, the taste like nothing you've ever experienced before. He's completely right, you've grown so used to, and sick of TV dinners that an actual homecooked meal is the best thing ever. The corners of Bucky's lips twitch when you moan in satisfaction,

"Good?" You nod, watching as he opens creaky cabinets, a range of emotions crossing his face until he finds what he's looking for, pulling two bowls from a musty smelling compartment. Rinsing the dust out of them, he scoops some of his concoction into one, sliding it across the table to you, dishing some up for himself. Stooping to pluck two beers from your fridge, he sits across from you, the old banquet chair beneath him creaking from the weight of his muscular figure. He nearly breaks the dark bottles as he twists the caps off of the beers with his bionic hand, sliding one across the table with no words said. Sipping his own, his eyes flick to your face when you take your first full bite, your own eyes trained on the bowl before you. After a few warm spoonfuls, you look up, watching Bucky pick at his food.

"Why did you come here?" Your soft, silken voice makes his heart skip a beat. He looks up, your eyes dark under the low light in the dingy kitchen. He licks his lips, leaning back in his chair with a sullen sigh,

"I've never been one to be... moved by a woman before. Girls come in and out of that club and no one's struck my eye. But you. When you walked in all those weeks ago, I didn't know that I'd be so... affected by you. You're all I can think about most times. I mean hell... I went to church over you."

"You went to church?"

"Well," he smiles when you cock your head curiously, "I uhh... no. The priest at the church my ma used to take us to gives me advice in one of those confessionals. I swear he thinks I'm like a celebrity. All the drama he hears me talk about." There's a wheeze in his chuckle as he twirls his fork in the center of his bowl. He crosses one arm over the other, the soft looking fabric of his shirt stretching taunt across his biceps. Finally he raises his fork, a noodle gyred around the worn metal, a small piece of chicken speared at the end which he brings to his perfect mouth. You watch his jaw constrict each time he chews,

"So... what did you tell this priest about me?" Bucky found your eyes transfixed on the bowl before you, a sure sign you were nervous. He wasn't sure if it was because of what he would've said or what he wouldn't have said. He swallowed his own nerves,

"I uhh... I just told him everything that had happened. He told me that I needed to give you time. Enough time that you can... heal but not enough that you'll..." He trails off, your eyes finding his face, his eyes averted this time,

"I'll what?" He doesn't respond, twirling his fork again. You set your own aside, clasping your hands together, "Bucky... what was said?" When he looks up, you can see the uncertainty in his eyes. He's at war with himself like he always is when it comes to you and he can't stand it. Everything that he's said about you is true. He's a different man when you're there. He feels like he's working towards something, for something even.

"He... he said that I need to give you time to heal but not enough time to fall out of love with me." He speaks up quietly like a child prepared to get scolded. You stare back at him, his eyes averting back down to his nearly untouched food.

"He said that?" Bucky nods with a sigh, piercing another piece of chicken and lazily bringing it to his lips.

"What makes him think I'm in love with you?" He rolls his eyes like it's another obvious thing,

"Because his father was the original priest and when my ma would take us kids in there he could tell no one loves me. My dad used to beat the shit out of all of us and he could tell that I was so angry, I'd never focus on something like this. I don't wanna bring kids into this fucked up world. And we all thought that I'd never even find someone willing enough to BE in love with this but here you are. If I keep comin up here, and you don't kick me out and you feed into me, then you've got somethin for me too."

"Wait... are you sayin that you're... in love with me?" He looks up through slanted eyes, clearly annoyed even though he'd just practically admitted it. Slowly his head bobs in a nod,

"I think so." You scoff,

"So you're both fucking insane." When Bucky looks back up, he looks confused and hurt,

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Bucky Barnes doesn't love anyone but himself. That's the point." He scoffs,

"Fuck you. I pulled my ma's recipe book out of the back of my fucking kitchen cupboard for you. What does that mean to you?" You shrug,

"Seems like you're tryin to get fuckin arrested to me." His laugh is labored, yours truly humored,

"I'm being serious."

"So am I! Bucky... you just said that you'd never love anyone-"

"But I went to fucking church over you! I'm not even sure I fucking believe in God and I went to church to talk about my feelings for you. That's harsh." His eyes coruscate, darting between your own, watching you purse your lips,

"So you think that breaking into my house and shaking me up and going to church means you're in love with me?"

"I break into your house for all the right reasons. And as far as shaking you up... I should never put hands on you. I get angry and ahead of myself and I'm sorry. And as far as going to church goes... I go to get advice and I went to get advice on you. Ever since that first night you walked in my club, it wasn't about the money or the guns, or even Stark... it was about you. And this cat and mouse game is pretty sexy. I like gettin the run around, but I do want you." Picking at the leftover noodles and vegetables in the bowl in front of you, you sigh,

“I’m still not convinced.” His jaw clenches when he finds your eyes. You can see all the raw emotion he has yet to control course through them,

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You shake your head, an eyebrow quirking in jest. His jaw clenches and unclenches, his nostrils flaring,

“Nope, I don’t believe you. I think you need to do something to… prove it to me.” Cocking his head, he finally realized where you're going,

“Oh yeah?” You nod, the corners of Bucky’s lips twinge, his now lust blown pupils following you as you stand and round the table, throwing your left leg over his broad thighs. Scooting his bowl out of your way, you sit on the table in front of him, his lips turned up in a demonic smile. You bat your lashes, resting back on your hands,

“You said you wanted me didn’t you Barnes?” He slowly nods, an aroused grunt leaving his throat when you bite your lip. Reaching up, you loosen your hair, shaking out the creases from the hair tie. Licking your lips and leaning forward, you slide into his lap, tingles breaking out across your skin,

“Show me.” You purr, Bucky’s breath catching in his throat. Shifting his head, he looks down at your lips before the algid metal of his hand is rested on your neck just over your hair, holding you in place as he leans in, his lips dancing against yours. You reach up, your heart pounding as you caress his stubbled jaw. Without breaking the steamy, passionate kiss, he sets you back on the table, pulling away for a brief moment to tug your tank top over your head. Just then, you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into, vulnerability raking over your body. But Bucky doesn't seem to mind. Molding your soft hips in his hands, he growls, leaning in to kiss the skin of your exposed breasts. Reaching behind you, a new burst of goosebumps breaks out across your body as Bucky unclasps your bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

“Ah fuck.” Bucky gasps out, his eyes wandering the supple skin of your exposed torso. Glued to an aged scar across your ribs, he finds your eyes again,

“What’s this from sugar?” With his lips tickling your skin, you suck in a deep breath,

“Knife. Tac Force 809. Asshole pulled it on me my first week on the job.” He chuckled,

“Wanna meet my 119 Buck?” You groan when he reaches in his inside coat pocket, drawing the six and a half inch bladed knife from it, he chuckled darkly, dragging it around one of your hardened nipples. Throwing your head back, you moan, spurring Bucky on. He reaches out, popping the three buttons on your pants open and drawing back to drag the material down your legs, disregarding your underwear trapped in them,

"Fuck you're gorgeous dollface." He's never seen anything more beautiful. You're laying, sprawled out before him, your legs spread around his wide body, your pussy glistening for him. If he's completely honest, he's convinced you're an angel. Picking the knife up again, he listens to you squawk as he drags the cold metal against your thighs,

"So beautiful baby. You want me to prove I'm in love with ya?" You nod vigorously, his eyes twinkling in mischief. He quirks an eyebrow,

"Naughty, naughty girl. Didn't you wanna arrest me? Look who you're sprawled out for now. You're being a very bad girl... what would your superior think."

"Bucky please! I need you." He chuckled, reaching up to rub your shoulders before laying you back across the table, standing between your  spread thighs. He molded your breasts in his hands, taking his time to explore your bare chest, heaving under his touch,

"Barnes, this isn't convincing me." He shrugged,

"I wanna get accustomed to this perfect body babydoll. For next time."

"Assuming there is one." You gasp out, the contrast of Bucky's right hand, rough, calloused flesh and his left, smooth, cold metal breaking your body out in a new fit of tingles as he runs them down the expanse of your bare skin. He nips at the flesh of your bellybutton before sitting in his chair again and licking his lips. You anticipate his next move, biting your lip as he runs his hands down your legs, grasping them tightly and tossing them over his shoulders, dragging you closer. You practically scream when he dives in, grasping the table beneath you in your hands as he slides his warm tongue across your clit and back down to your entrance. Bucking your hips up into his face, you whimpered, a growl bubbling up from his throat, his hand coming up to rest in your abdomen,

"Hold still baby." Glancing down at him, he quirked an eyebrow, leaving your thigh draped over his shoulder and slipping his right hand between your legs, rubbing his thumb across your clit. The way you reacted to him, he could tell it'd been a while since you were touched. You were so focused on your work, dedicated to bringing the bad guys in that you hadn't been with anyone in a long while. Slipping two fingers inside you, you squealed, arching your back off the table. Bucky's heart fluttered, his fingers curling to find that spot inside you while he leaned in to suck your clit into his mouth,

"Oh fuck Barnes." He growled when you reached down to tug his hair, your fingers gliding through the long strands effortlessly. You moaned and purred beneath him, your head thrown over the other side of the table, your thighs trapping Bucky's head in between them. Darting his fingers in and out of you quickly, you panted as the pressure in your lower stomach grew and grew, your orgasm fast approaching now that the beast had laid dormant for so long. Growling, he shook his head, his teeth grazing your clit causing a squeal to leave your mouth, your hand flying back to grasp the table but swatting your beer bottle in the process, the dark brown bottle shattering against the floor. Neither of you paid mind, the waves of your orgasm growing to crash against the shore. Bucky focused on getting you there, his eyes locked on your blissed out face when you brought yourself to your elbows. Taking one in his hand, he drug you into his lap, the rough polyester of his pants giving you the extra rush, propelling your orgasm forward as you grasped both of Bucky's arms in your hands,

"Bucky!" You whined, his thumb roughly brushing over your clit as two fingers hastened inside you.

"You gonna cum for me babydoll?" You nodded, digging your nails into his arm,

"Yes, fuck!" He chuckled, leaning in to suck a dark mark into your neck,

"Cum for me." You panted, rocking against his hand. He growled, rearing back to swat at your bottom,

"Cum for me now." Tipping your head back you moaned, your eyes squeezed tight as he gripped your ass in his palm, molding it into the metal for just a moment before slipping up your back to grasp your hair. Giving a gentle tug, he latched to your breast, nibbling at your bud,

"Now!" He growled again, your body responding immediately as the coil in your belly snapped and your orgasm spilled over like a tsunami. You buried your face in the silk shirt smelling of the same sweet, tangy cigars you would imagine hefty businessmen smoking when they went to spend thick stacks of cash at a strip club. You practically screamed into him, a satisfied hum leaving your throat,

"Good girl." His metal hand rested at your back, smoothing over the skin as he cuddled you into him, your orgasm ebbing away. He laid his head against yours, reaching up to stroke your hair. He felt odd. All of the other women that he'd help get off wouldn't do anything for him. He'd either tell them to leave or go do paperwork right after. A quick fix was all he needed most times but now here he was, your bare body in his lap, having not gotten off, and a rock hard cock straining in his pants and he could care less. Your face, completely blissed out comforted him and he wanted nothing more than to walk you up to your bedroom and fall asleep with you in his arms. No matter how dangerous it was. He needed you like air in his lungs and he didn't care how formidable he was of losing you to an enemy. He was more afraid of you leaving on your own demise. But sitting in his lap, you knew you couldn't go anywhere. Not with how your heart pounded out against his own broad chest. How protected you felt in his presence.

Taking your face in his hands, he glared deeply into your eyes, his pupils blown black as night in the leftover lust coursing through his veins. Reaching up to hold his wrists, he brought you down to kiss his lips softly, your hands slipping to the back of his neck to taste more of him. He held you close, hands pressed tight against your shoulder blades. When he drew back, you leaned in to kiss his jaw, sucking his fingers into your mouth. His eyes darted from your lips to your own dark eyes, his tongue coming out to wet his own before he spoke up,

"Believe me now?"

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Reasons I hate Fat Donnie Trump (will update frequently)

#Republican, duh. #Narcissistic Personality Order #He lost the Popular vote. #No previous political experience #Has unrealistic ideas about how to solve America's problems, such as getting Mexico to pay for a wall to keep illegal immigrants out. #Vice President is a crazy fundamentalist Christian homophobic wackjob who thinks electroshock therapy cures homosexuality and can't be alone with a woman without his wife present. #Believes in unscientific ideas such as the idea that vaccines cause autism (I am autistic so this is a bit personal) #Has made comments alluding to sexual harassment. #Can't let any slight go. Even comments made about his sign. Jeez, Obama simply shrugged off the trolls and haters. #Won't stop bitch-tweeting. #Enacted the separation of children from their parents. #Tried to ban trans folks from the military. As long as they serve our country, who cares? #Suspended CNN's press pass after some tough questioning. #Is imposing insanely high tariffs on imported goods, mostly from China. #Supports unconstitutional profiling of Muslims. #Supports killing civilians in war. “We gotta take our their families” WHO THINKS LIKE THIS? #Posted troops on the border just for political advantage in the 2018 mid-terms. #Is a shameless self-promoter. #Can't admit his own faults. #Believes he's qualified for president because he's rich (said this in 2013) #Has passed insane tax cuts for the rich, which only increase America's budget deficit and national debt. TRICKLE-DOWN NEVER WORKS. #Had to be discouraged from invading Venezuela, who hasn't done anything to us and poses no threat to us. #Gets advice from Fox News. #Pulled out the Iran deal which was working. #Thinks that the way to show strength is by being a dick. #Cheated on every one of his wives and lied about it. We impeached Bill Clinton for it. #Has increased the military budget way too much. We spend $664 BILLION on the military. It doesn't need anymore. #Claimed Obama spied on him by wiretapping the Trump towers. Provided no evidence. #When he is criticized for something, he claims “Obama started it...” *facepalm* #LIES ON A CONSTANT BASIS. I think he lies just to see what his fans will believe... #He won't admit he lost the popular vote. He says "If you deduct the illegal voters." Oh please... #Is undoing everything Obama did just because it was Obama that did it. If he could bring back Osama bin Laden, he would. #WORLD LEADERS ARE LAUGHING AT HIM AND US #He has his cabinet kiss his ass on a constant basis. #He committed campaign finance violations during the election. #He fired FBI Director Jimmy the Giant Comey just because he wouldn't swear loyalty to him and was investigating him. That’s Obstruction of Justice. #Attacked former Attorney General Jeff Sessions for not closing the Mueller investigation. #He said he wanted to lower the minimum wage back in 2015. #The infamous "Mexicans are rapists" Comment. #Attacked the late John McCain for being a Prisoner-of-War. #Gave out a Senator's cellphone number out of spite. #Blamed Megyn Kelly's tough questioning on her period. #He said "Bring back torture EVEN IF IT DOESN'T WORK". (2015) ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! #Tried to have his political opponents locked up. #"Jokes" about being president-for-life. If Obama had "joked" about this, the right would've lost their shit. #Threatened martial law in Chicago. #Praised Protestant bigot Norman Peale, who only opposed JFK simply because he was Catholic. #He violated the Presidential Records Act. #One of his tax cuts gave the poor $40, the ultra-rich $940,000 #He appeals to insecure men. #He and Jeff Sessions said it is ok to discriminate against gay people. #Complains about people not respecting the flag, says the guy who molests it. #Wants North Korean-style Military Parades. #Started that Obama birth certificate bullshit... He only said Obama was born in America in 2016...when it was politically-convenient. (*cough* back-pedaling) #He believes women are beneath him. #Doesn't believe in Global Warming. #Wouldn't stop saying interrupting Clinton in the debates. #Has more in common with the criminal Richard Nixon than anyone else. (Edit: He called for an end to investigations like Tricky Dick did in ‘74) #3.2 MILLION Americans lost their health insurance in Trump's first year. #"A terror attack would help me politically bigly." or we could NOT have a terrorist attack, thank you. #Claimed he would've run into a school shooting to confront the shooter without a weapon. BULLSHIT. #His lawyers say "I can't let him testify because he can't stop lying." #His budget obliterated funding for Science, Education, EPA & labor. #He encourages Republicans to break the law. #Tweeted FAKE photos to convince his fans that the border wall is being built. #Has committed obstruction of justice. (Edit: Confirmed by Mueller) #Said he's in favor of bombing civilians. #He had the USAF bomb an antivenom medical facility in Syria. #He said he only received $1 Million from his father. HE GOT $400 Million. ANOTHER LIE. #He makes everything about himself. Even 9/11. Who makes 9/11 about himself? #Claims he's completely immune to lawsuits over constitutional violations. Nixon said that, but it didn't work for him. #He's driving us to another Great Depression. #He threatened to punish the media if they weren't nice to him. #He calls the press "The enemy of the people" when they don't kiss his ass. #He calls Sean Hannity every night. Sean Hannity is a partisan hack who wouldn't turn on a Republican president even if he found out he was using JFK's Eternal Flame to light farts. He’s so far up Trump’s ass he can taste his lunch. #He still uses his private NON-SECURE cell phone, creating HUGE National Security problems. #He admitted his attacks on the media are just to discredit negative stories. #He claims he has the power to pardon himself. NO THE HELL HE DOESN'T. #Giuliani said Trump can't testify because his memory keeps changing. #THE MOST THIN-SKINNED PRESIDENT. #He is against the protections for pre-existing conditions. HE is a pre-existing condition. #When told Kim Jong-Un is a murderer, he responded "He's a tough guy." #He says Americans should obey him like North Koreans are forced at gunpoint to obey Kim Jong-un. #He trusts brutal dictators, but not our closest allies. #He is jealous of Kim Jong-Un's absolute grip on power. #He lied about the German crime rate to justify his immigration policies. #He suggested destroying the Constitution so he can deport immigrants faster. #Authorized USING LETHAL FORCE ON UNARMED MIGRANTS!!! #Lied to the United Nations, saying poverty in America doesn't actually exist. I PERSONALLY know people who are living in poverty. #He issued a gag order to stop government employees from talking to reporters. #He said, on tape, that if Senator Elizabeth Warren proved she was Native American, he would donate $1 million to a charity of her choice. When she did, and someone pointed it out, he said "I didn't say that." Whether or not he’s obligated to pay, he said he would but now he’s saying he didn’t say it. #Says people who criticize him are a threat to America. #His trade wars have cost 100,000+ American jobs. #People who work for him tend to be convicted of crimes... #Makes slanderous lies about us Democrats. #Told German Chancellor she owes him $1 Trillion even though she doesn't him shit. #76% of the claims Trump makes during his rallies are LIES. #He has committed at least NINE impeachable offenses. #He said he believes Russian president Vladimir Putin over OUR OWN intelligence agencies. #He once said in December 2016, "Fuck the law! I don't give a fuck about the law! I want my fucking money!" #Claimed we've won the war on poverty, so let's cut food stamp programs. No we haven't. #He threatened to nuke the economy to spite China. #He said he'd drain the swamp, yet he was 86 lobbyists on his staff. #He thinks everyone else is as stupid as he is. #Corporations are PRAYING that Trump tweets us into a war. #He told a crowd "reality isn't real" so they should ignore it. #Wages have tanked after Trump's wealthy tax cut. #Nixon was guilty as hell and Trump sounds just like him. #He actually claimed you need a Picture ID to buy cereal....CEREAL...WHO IS THIS STUPID?!?! #He claimed people will die if we don't make cars less fuel efficient. #By August 2018 his lie count topped 4,200+. By May 2019, it’s now 10,000+. #His administration is now allowing more toxic asbestos into our daily lives. #His wife plagiarized Michelle Obama in a speech during the election. #He watches tapes of his rallies to marvel at his own "brilliance", if that's what you call it. More like jerking off to himself. #He said military might is more important that jobs. #He said violating ethics rules to meet with Fox news is in "the public's interest" #Discreetly called for Hillary Clinton's assassination by firearm (”Second Amendment people”) if she had won. #Claimed he would ONLY accept the results of the 2016 election IF HE WON. #Said "Let's fucking kill him" of Bashar al-Assad. Yes, Assad is a bad man, but WE DON'T ASSASSINATE PEOPLE. #He said he wants to separate migrants kids from parents INDEFINITELY. #He acted like a total ass on the 2018 9/11 anniversary. #He denies that 3,000+ Puerto Ricans died in Hurricane Maria. #Pentagon officials had to stop Trump from tweeting us into a war. #American taxpayers spent $77 MILLION on Trump's Golf trips. #Criticized Obama for golf trips...has taken more golf trips in 3 years than Obama did in 8. #Said the FBI is a "Cancer to the country". #His administration cut cancer research funding to pay for child prisons. #Puerto Rico won't get statehood simply because they were mean to him. *His administration said Planet is burning down, so let's just ruin it now. *Says he loves North Korean dictator Kim Jong-Un. “We fell in love”. *Talked about his dick at the debates. *He is being investigated for tax evasion and fraud. *Hates immigrants, married two Eastern European immigrant, son of a Scottish immigrant and grandson of a German immigrant. *Claimed Iraq War was wrong, yet he has increased troop numbers there. *Compared sexual assault victims to arsonists. #He denied Saudi Arabia financial interests...AFTER bragging about them. #He hasn't condemned Saudi Arabia for their murder of journalist Jamal Khashoggi. #He mocked decorated Navy SEAL, saying they should've gotten Osama bin Laden sooner. WHAT? #He banned 2 Million Federal workers from discussing his impeachment at work. #He demanded that he leave the G20 during the climate change discussion. #He told about skyrocketing national debt: "I won't be here." when it explodes. #Called a US Senator "The Dick". #*His hush money payments were done ILLEGALLY, with campaign cash. #His cult sent bombs to everyone he criticized. Not saying he's directly responsible but that's how cultist his fans are. #He threatened to bring Saturday Night Live to court simply for making fun of him. Awww poor baby, is someone making fun of you? Good. #Never has a president been under so much investigations except Richard Nixon. #He pulled us out of the Paris agreements. #His 2018 government shutdown lasted 35 days and was over a stupid wall. #He only works 40% of the day. He's the laziest POTUS ever. #He pulled us out of the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty. HE STARTED A NEW COLD WAR. #He won’t release his taxes. If he’s got nothing to hide, why HIDE EM? #He threatened us Democrats, saying he has the support of the police, the military and “Bikers for Trump.” Bikers for Trump=BrownShirts. #Claims that windmill causes cancer and kill birds...Are you fucking kidding me? #His son Donny Douchebag got a crowd to chant “AOC sucks” like the douchebag he is. #Claimed his father was born in Germany. Fred Trump was born in NYC, how stupid can you be to not know where your parents were born... #Claims he should get 2 more years added to his term because those 2 years were “stolen” by the Mueller report. *facepalm-cringe* #He told 4 Progressive non-white Congresswomen to “Go back to where you came from”. 3 of 4 were BORN HERE, YOU FUCKING RACIST #One-uped the “go back to your country” but viciously attacking Elijah Cummings and Baltimore in a racist Twitter tirade. #Extorted the Ukrainian President to investigate Joe Biden (finally being impeached) #He's always blaming everybody else, complaining, never taking responsibility. #"I inherited a mess." You inherited millions of dollars, you whiny...little...BITCH!

#Trump #Donald Trump #Fat Donnie #I hate Trump #Why I hate Trump #Bernie 2020 #Why I'm not a Republican #Impeach the MF #Impeach the MFer #Impeach the Motherfucker #I love Bernie

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Can you review my OC? Thank you.

Original. It follows a group of agents in Skotos, a village mostly populated with people who have been wronged by humanity. (It has become a haven for those types of people after people discovering it by pure luck + technology).  One day, while Skotos agents were doing their thing (school and house visits, assemblies, online posting, whipping out bells and shouting, etc) and trying (keyword: trying) to educate people about the horrible things they were doing and why they should stop it, they discovered this organization about the Angels. (They were trying to convince everyone to stop what they were doing, but most of them refused to listen and called the agents names. One of the agents found out that the treatment was because of an organization called the Angels through questioning various of the villagers. The Angels apparently originated from the internet and formed an organization about their beliefs over time). The Angels were trying to promote humanity’s sick things by saying that the victims deserved to be mistreated and even insisted that not only that humanity should not show pity for the victims, but they should also even treat the victims more harshly. To counter this, the head elder of Skotos formed a team of Skotos agents to shut down the Angels (AKA kill all of them since none of them could listen to reason and almost everyone had been brainwashed by their propaganda), but the Angels wiped them out. This continued down the line, through generation and generation and the story takes place where “Squad I” is sent out to hopefully stop the Angels. My OC is in Squad I.

Aarav Kumar

Name: Cassius Kumar

Inspiration: Gaius Cassius Longinus, Judas Iscariot, Satan, Adolf Hitler, and Kamui Gakupo.

Age: 22

Birthplace: A village named Angeli. Angeli’s Latin for Angel, which ties into the expectations it has for its citizens. If they sin, said villager must repent. If they do not repent, they get moved to the horse stables and/or banished to die a slow and painful death. Meanwhile, if their family sticks with them, they are executed. The system is pretty twisted but it’s an exaggerated version of the high expectations people have for each other and the consequences that said people face when expectations aren’t met (not to mention the number of violence humans exercise on a daily basis).

Sexuality: Asexual Demiromantic

Crush: N/A

Looks: He has light brown skin, sable hair, and sapphire-blue eyes. He has some acne on his forehead, though some of it is hidden by his bangs. He also has wrinkles on his forehead and his hands. He is 5'11 and weighs 120 lbs (he’s supposed to be underweight). He wears a long-sleeved black shirt with black pants and black leather shoes. His cloak can somewhat be compared to that of a nun’s dress, except that it is halfway cut open in the front, and he, of course, doesn’t wear a veil. (He’s a priest of a made-up religion).

Abilities/Powers: Every human (in this world) has two special abilities (no one in this world has been born with more or less abilities, although there is a drug that can permanently take away your abilities). One of them (the first of which is the same for everyone) is awakened at birth, and the other is awakened (or rather, it just appears when said person turns 21) when they turn 21 (in this case, Cassius has “awakened” the two of them). The 1st power is the ability to hear any language and have it translated into your own when it reaches your ears. This excludes phrases that are meant to be said in the original language, names, and curse words (the last reason is to provide plucky comic relief). The first ability also rewinds the grammatical structure of a sentence that someone says to fit your language, as well as mess with your eyesight so words written in a different language will appear as if they were written in your language. The second power that Cassius possesses of is kind of strange: He reads a passage from the Babonian Scriptures (the Babonian Scriptures are still a work in process for Babo. Right now, there are 1,000 pages, 700 which are filled with him punishing random people) and whoever his gaze is fixated upon will have what he describes happen to him/her (for this to work, the Babonian scriptures must be whole- same book cover, same pages, same text. If a requirement is not met, then it does not work). However, even if this power seems overpowered, it does have its drawbacks: If he messes up on a word, his power won’t work (the thing he’s trying to do to his enemies will instead happen to him); If he can’t speak, his power won’t work; and his power can’t reach those close to him (he knows because he tried to kill a rabbit, but it got away since it always stayed within the 20 feet blind-spot that his power has) because Babo wanted Cassius to develop fighting strategies and to not rely on his power too much (he gave Cassius a blindspot). The quote he reads also is limited to that of the Babonian Scriptures, and it won’t work without his eyes.

Strengths: He is intelligent, calm and wary of others and is a careful judge of character. He (most of the time) knows what people to trust and what people to avoid. He also communicates with people with apparent “ease,” though he is terrified of humans on the inside. However, sometimes this shows through his constant habit of not meeting the eyes of someone he talks with. Another strength of his is that he’s (usually) very determined and hardworking when it comes to achieving something that he wants.

Weaknesses: He is a dirty coward, and would gladly throw you under the bus if it meant saving himself even if you saved his life 2 seconds before. He is also not very physically fit, so it is easy to crush him and outrank him in terms of physical strength, as well as going crazy (an exaggeration) when he’s not in control of the situation presented to him.

Family: Prisha Kumar (mother, alive) and Indranil Kumar (father, alive). They both love him but they cannot communicate because if they communicated with a sinner, they would be executed. Prisha loved Cassius, but her way of showing love was letting him figure out things for himself and spanking him when he got a problem wrong. In his childhood, Cassius saw her as a dictator; however, when he matured, he began to love her when he saw the long-term lasting effects that her discipline had had on him. (There’s tricky wording with the two “had"s right next to each other but I couldn’t find a substitute, partly because English isn’t my first language so my vocabulary needs expanding). When she noticed his lack of emotions (due to his shrunken amygdala, he experiences social emotions [shame, guilt, embarrassment, etc] on a much smaller scale), she shouted for joy knowing that she wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of crying when he entered his teenage years. When she found out that he had gotten raped, she grew infuriated but told Cassius to suck it up (after comforting him for about an hour) since she knew he would be seen as a sinner by the community. Indranil was a strict man, though he was a bit more lenient and caring than Prisha. He took the main part in raising Cassius, teaching him about the world and the behavior that he should act in. He also believed that the conclusion to major problems could not end without bloodshed and taught Cassius to defend himself. Indranil was always the parent to go to whenever Cassius was confused with something or needed an emotional bolster. That being said, though, Indranil still punished Cassius. When Cassius was little, he would take a ruler and smack the back of his legs with it. As he matured, Indranil changed tactic and made Cassius sit on a durian shell for a set period of time, with the time differentiating with the weight of the "crime” committed and Cassius’s age. Cassius fondly looked upon his father, though the times when his father was upset were the worst for him, as he hated the punishments his father would dole out. When Indranil found out that Cassius had little social emotions, he celebrated with Prisha and cried tears of joy. When he found out that Cassius had been raped, he did everything he could to distract Cassius from that incident for a few weeks.

Friends: He has two friends. One is a male witch whose name is Przemysl Slusarski and the other’s a Muslim named Ahang Arjani. He respects Ahang, and they both like to learn more about the other’s religion, create theories about life with each other, talk about their pasts, and brainstorm theories about which areas humanity could improve on. His relationship with Przemysl is filled with lots of bickering and Cassius smacking the other male for being an idiot (he’s the only one who could get under Cassius’s skin), but they are friends nevertheless.

Drive: He wants to kill Julius Green (his rapist) and educate humanity on their mistakes and why they should fix them.

Likes: Horror books, Books with deep meaning, Books in which humanity is wiped out, writing and reading in his “ego journal” (it’s a journal in which he writes his faults in to lower his ego. Unfortunately, it’s a double-edged sword as his self-esteem is not very high because of this) daily, playing chess, thinking about the happy times he spent with his loved ones, thinking about the happy times he’ll spend with them if they’re reunited, thinking about all the ways he can kill his rapist, and reassuring himself that he’ll be out of the treacherous world he lives in once he kills his rapist. He also has chocolate cravings (though he never indulges in them), which can show you his opinions about that particular food. Other additions to his likes are silence, knowledge, and inner peace along with sleep. Dislikes: Noise, deprivation of sleep, bumbling idiots who are good for nothing, overly happy people, intelligent people who he can’t manipulate, Angeli, the Angels, his rapist, and the world he lives in.

Personality: He is very shrewd and calm (most of the time), and oftentimes thinks before he acts/speaks. Because of his past, he enjoys manipulating the situation since it makes him feel like he’s in control. Due to his shrunken amygdala, he doesn’t show much emotion (hence social emotions that include but are not limited to guilt, shame, embarrassment are not present). He also has enormous amount of cowardice and the low self-esteem he has.  However, although he enjoys using the situation to his advantage even if it costs a few lives in the process, please note that he does not take pleasure in anyone’s death (except his rapist). After all, major problems can’t be solved without bloodshed. He also likes to complain about what’s wrong about the world and himself, which was something he picked up after he was banished from Angeli. He doesn’t think it’ll do anything- he just does it to lower his ego. That’s only his exterior though- on the inside, he’s actually a very confused person who is drenched in sorrow every day and whose only driving point is the murder of his rapist. (At the beginning, he plans to suicide after he kills his rapist because he’s tired of the world he lives in and he wants to be reunited with his loved ones if possible).

Health: For his mental health, he is a bit suicidal since he is tired of the world he lives in and only lives for the demise of his rapist. He plans on suiciding after he kills his rapist. (No one except Ahang knows about his intentions since he isn’t open about it. Ahang opposes his thoughts and constantly throughout the book tries to convince him to do otherwise, but she understands where he’s coming from and why he feels that way). For physical health, he is a bit underweight due to starving himself after he arrived at a village called Skotos - if his rapist ever caught him again, he wanted to be unrecognizable, hence him growing out his hair, starving himself, and tanning to such an extreme extent that his health is in danger because of it. (He was originally very muscular so losing weight was the only option he could do to change his body shape). It was very difficult for him to lose weight since neglecting his bodily needs meant that an aching pain was in his stomach. His body eventually adjusted to the lack of food, but it took a long time and he still needs to eat. He did not train during the time, an after he fled Angeli he immediately decided that he wanted to do it. He did have some thoughts about why he had to change and not Julius, but he then realized that Julius would (probably) never change.

Fears: Genophobia- it reminds him of the time he was raped and it only “activates” when he’s in a sexual position/setting. Homophobia (the fear + aversion)- his rapist was homosexual so whenever he meets other homosexuals, he grows a bit wary and like his other phobia, it only “activates” when he’s around homosexuals. When people are discussing about them, he slowly walks out of the room or tries to ignore what they are saying by plugging his ears with ear plugs for as long as they talk about them.

Anthropophobia- this was from his past and the pasts of the people of Skotos, too. Ever since he heard such gruesome pasts, he had been growing afraid of people. This does not apply to villagers in Skotos or his loved ones, but outsiders tend to make him nervous. He only experiences it when he comes in contact with outsiders. Apeirophobia- Since humans in this world, if not killed or infected with disease have the potential to live forever, this phobia is actually valid. This again ties into his anthropophobia- he fears that if he can’t kill himself, no one kills him, and he doesn’t catch a disease, he’ll end up living forever and meet another homosexual rapist that’s interested in him. It affects him on a daily basis. Dementophobia- He’s afraid that if he ends up going insane, he’ll lose all sense and morale and he’ll start to act like the monsters he condemns. Never seeing his loved ones after death (I don’t think there’s a name for this fear)- he’s afraid that when he suicides, he’ll end up going separate places than his loved ones and he’ll never be able to speak to them. It affects him on a daily basis. (The Babonian Scriptures don’t say anything about suicide, but he’s afraid that if he or his loved ones lived lives that were very different, they will not end up in the same place. Said places are: Hell [for those who have lived lives filled with cruelty], Asylum [this is a place where souls who have lived neither explicitly good or bad lives go] and Heaven [self-explanatory at this point …] ).

Hobbies: Reading, writing, gathering information, and planning for his cause. Those aren’t really hobbies but they’re little things that he enjoys doing so …

Weapons: A kitchen knife he bought at the grocery store. Don’t ask.

Backstory: When he was 18, he was a senior at Angeli Academy (which was the main school for the city he and his family resided in, Angeli) and met someone named Julius Green, who he quickly became friends with thanks to Julius’ bubbly personality. Over the months, though, he noticed that Julius seemed obsessive over something, and it turns out that something was him. When Julius confessed to him, he declined politely, and they continued their friendship. Julius would sometimes get a little too touchy with Cassius, but he didn’t mind- after all, they were great friends. However, even though he was hiding it, Julius’s infatuation with Cassius never did go away, and when it resurfaced it was worse than ever after Cassius started a very deep relationship with a person named Junia. As soon as they made it official, it seemed like Cassius forgot all of Julius, only hanging out with her. They did almost everything they could together, and the times that Julius could squeeze in a chat with Cassius were filled with him talking about how great Junia was. Junia practically became his world. Junia helped him with everything, expanded his confidence, and made Cassius a better person overall in addition to giving Cassius little “donations” to help his struggling family. Julius, becoming jealous, started getting all the information he could on Cassius, grilling him on everything, and even stalking him secretly. He also snuck sneak-kisses when Cassius was asleep, putting his hands in places where they were not supposed to be as well as hoarding Cassius’s “junk” and making them his prized possessions. He confessed to him again but was declined, this time with Cassius telling him to “get help and make a life for yourself.” After Cassius said that statement and fled, he felt a sudden burst of guilt, but he didn’t turn back. (That incident later led to Julius pushing Junia off of the roof of a building. He did it in a way that was so discreet that no one could find out the person who did it. It didn’t matter if they found out that he was Junia’s murderer, anyway- he was the son of the mayor of Angeli, which meant that he was protected at all costs. When Cassius heard the news, he was mortified and cried all week. He didn’t come to Junia’s funeral- he didn’t get the invitation). A week later, Julius and Cassius were assigned to work on a group project together, along with some other students. The very next day, Julius came over to Cassius’s house to work on the project, and 2 hours were made up of them researching and planning what the poster would look like. As Julius was about to leave, Cassius joked and said to Julius, “Now, don’t obsess over me too much now. You need a life, and you need to get one quickly.” Julius was infuriated by Cassius’s comment and tried to fend off his emotions, but they got the better of him, thus driving him to sexually assault Cassius. When the process was finished, a naked Cassius was left on the floor, bruises all over his body and half of his hair lying on the floor, mentally scarred. For three weeks he remained silent, wanting to hide his past, but on one day of the third week, he snapped when he saw Julius being praised for his “purity and kindness.” Anguished, he cried out the events of what he called “the Incident” but he was greeted with the unkind responses of “you’re just jealous,” “f*ck off, you dirty homophobe” and “same-sex rape obviously isn’t real, stupid.” The villagers then proceeded to shun him because of his “lies” and no one would even acknowledge his existence, only communicating to him through their torturous and hate-filled letters (his family was separated from him, as per community law, and he was moved to reside in the horse stables). Those letters consisted of reasons why same-sex wasn’t real and called him out on the “lies” he had told. Every single letter sent a knife through his heart. One day, as he was walking in the streets, unnoticed, he saw Julius wandering around, lost in his dreams. At that point, Cassius could no longer contain his anger and slapped Julius, scraping his overgrown nails at his face and drawing blood. The council decided to kick him out of the village to die on his own. A few days after he was kicked out of Angeli, a ghostly figure who would come to be known as Jibaeja Babo (yes, that’s his name- the “babo” part would be there for the laughs) and asked him to become his “Jesus.” (What he wanted was a person to spread the Babonian religion [not to be confused with the Babylonians] and set an example for other future Babonians). It wasn’t that Cassius was special or anything- Jibaeja Babo was just looking for some vengeful souls and he happened to appear in front of Cassius. He promised Cassius food, shelter, and most important of all, vengeance … but only if Cassius became the religious leader of the Babonians. Cassius obviously agreed. After months of training (which basically was teaching Cassius about the ceremonies he had to do, familiarizing himself with the church, and answering questions about what the Babonian religion was about [ten answers wrong meant a bucket of boiling oil as punishment]), Cassius was given the title of High Priest by Jibaeja Babo was set out to teach people about the Babonian religion. (The Babonian religion basically focuses on how people are creatures of the light, which corrupts people into the horrifying beings that they are. The only way to cure themselves would be to accept the darkness within themselves and realize the wrongs of what they did, along with retaliating and punishing other wrongdoers who refused to turn. Of course, the leader of those retaliators would be Jibaeja Babo).

I don’t see anything wrong with your oc, the weight does seem super malnourished though. I understand you were going for that, though the lowest (that would basically be skin and bones) would have to be around 135, not much lower that that though.

Very interesting character and concept though!

#submitted review #general oc #submission

[inyournightmares97]

A/N: This is part of a challenge I did with @koreabooeauty!! She made this amazing moodboard and I did my best to write a drabble based off it! Hope you guys enjoy, and also go check out the rest of her amazing moodboards, her blog is a goldmine!!

If you had to sum up the entirety of your relationship with Bambam in just two words, they would be bad decision. 

If you could add one more, it would probably be fearless. Bambam entered into every situation with the casual mindset of a predator strolling through a green meadow. He considered himself the top of the food chain, and nothing scared him anymore. He lived for the thrill. You, on the other hand, had plenty enough fear for the both of you. Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of it’s chest as you watched Bambam shake the spray-paint can. 

If you could clear your mind of the impending danger, you would admit that Bambam looked like the stereotypical handsome bad boy from a cheesy teen movie. He had a cigarette sticking out of the side of his lips, a mischievous grin on his face and his model-like body carried his leather jacket like it was a part of his skin. 

“We’re so going to get caught,” you whispered desperately. 

He turned and grinned at you, although his hand kept spraying dirty curse words onto the expensive sports car. Your heartbeat thudded harder with every ‘fuck you’ that Bambam traced out onto the vehicle’s priceless paint job. 

“Relax. You know he’s out with his buddies-”

“Yeah, but what if he decides to come back-”

Bambam sighed, letting his hand fall and giving you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Come on. This asshole screwed you over bad. If it were up to me, I would have smashed his mirrors with a baseball bat. That’s my usual modus operandi. But I’m literally graffiti-ing his car with washable paint because you’re being a wimp. If word of this gets out onto the street, I could lose my reputation.”

You stared at him. “How do you even know words like modus operandi-”

“I go to school.”

“No you don’t, you’re literally never in class!”

You weren’t sure what had made you go to Bambam with your problems. You weren’t particularly close to him or something. He was the delinquent in your grade, the one who was always on the verge of getting kicked out of class and picked fights with the teachers every other day. You had helped Bambam out of a few tight spots in the past, talking the Principal out of giving him a suspension or two. Bambam had always claimed he owed you one, so when your disgusting boyfriend had cheated on you with an older girl and dumped you in front of the whole class, you’d gone to Bambam. 

You weren’t sure what you’d been thinking. Bambam had listened to you cry, wrapped an arm around your shoulder and then told you that he knew exactly how to solve your problem. 

His solution being to trash your ex-boyfriend’s car. 

Your entire body was tense with nerves, because frankly, the closest you’d ever come to committing a crime was when you swiped a few extra free lollipops from the reception at the dentist’s. You’d made Bambam buy spray paint that would definitely wash off before you agreed to take him to your ex’s car. He was having the time of his life. You closed your eyes in disbelief as he drew a wobbly penis-shaped thing on the front window. 

You rolled your eyes. “Bambam, seriously-”

“You’re such a killjoy! Here, try it!” He grabbed your hand and pressed one of the paint cans into it. Your hands trembled at the unfamiliar object and your eyes kept darting up and down the empty street. What if somebody comes? You couldn’t calm down. This was not your forte. 

“I don’t know about this-”

“Come on. The point of this isn’t just to trash his car, it’s for you to release your frustration. Don’t you hate this asshole? Didn’t he crush your heart to pieces? Don’t you wish you could stomp him into the ground and kill him?” he egged you on. Bambam’s words did have an effect on you. As terrified as you were of getting caught, you did have a lot anger boiling under the surface of your skin. 

Giving Bambam a nervous look, you shook the can slowly and began slowly tracing out the word ‘’bitch’ onto the passenger side mirror. Bambam nodded approvingly, nudging your shoulder with his. You couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face. It made you feel a little better and you liked how proudly Bambam was smiling at you. 

“That’s a good start. Come on, you can do better than that!”

You grinned as you started to spray paint the words ‘’Rot in hell’’ in your best handwriting over the passenger-side door. You made the ‘R’ look particularly swirly and pretty, while Bambam chuckled beside you. His own graffiti was messy and almost incomprehensible, but he had to admit that your artistic tough was refreshing. You looked to him for approval and he nodded, just as you both saw lights approaching at the end of the street. 

“Someone’s coming,” he announced, grabbing your hand in a matter of seconds. You could barely process what was happening as Bambam pulled you behind him and broke into a run towards a nearby building. You were out of breath, but he dragged you into a tiny alleyway and placed a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. “Shhh...” Bambam whispered. 

He was extremely close to you, and you could smell the faint cigarette smoke and his cologne. It had never struck you that Bambam had extremely light colored eyes; they were almost shining as he looked down at you with amusement. You were terrified out of your mind but he was laughing silently, perfect lips twisted into a slightly stupid smile.

“Are you sure we won’t get caught here?” you whispered. 

“I know a safe place. Follow me.”

You gripped onto his hand tightly as he slowly led you out of the tiny alley and you snuck down the street in the darkness. Part of you were afraid that he would leave you here and go, but for some weird reason, you trusted him. You clung onto Bambam’s hand like a lifeline as he hurried down the streets to another alley. There was a rickety ladder against a rather old-looking building and he nudged you towards it. 

“You go first.”

“Up?” you demanded, looking at the unstable ladder. “This doesn’t look...”

“It’s safe, I climb it all the time. I’m right behind you, come on.”

Bambam followed close behind you as you climbed up the ladder shakily. There was a deserted rooftop on the building and as you looked down, you realized that you had a nice view of the car you and Bambam had just spray-painted. You folded your arms across your chest and grinned lightly. You hadn’t done a bad job, although most of the work was Bambam’s. 

He looked at you and grinned. “Not bad for a night’s work, huh?”

You bit you lip and nodded, “Thanks for this.”

“It’s cool, I owed you one anyway,” he replied, pulling another cigarette out of his pocket and placing it between his lips before lighting it. You had never approved of smoking but you had to admit that the way Bambam’s pouty lips stuck out slightly as he released the smoke was extremely attractive. You stared at him openly and he smiled. 

“Want to do this again, sometime?” he asked with a grin. 

Your eyes widened. “God, no.”

Bambam placed a hand to his chest dramatically. “See, now you’ve hurt my feelings. I thought we were having a grand time tonight.”

You laughed and shook your head lightly. “It’s nothing personal, I just don’t think I could deal with this sort of adrenaline rush on a daily basis. But you’re a cooler guy than I thought you were, Bambam. Thanks for this. I feel a lot better about my break-up.”

“My pleasure,”

You turned your head away to look down at the streets below you, and almost missed the next words Bambam mumbled under his breath, his eyes fixed on you as he watched you smile. 

“That idiot doesn’t know what he let go of.”

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[infinitum-imaginaerum]

Embers // Jung Jaehyun; One

When a scrapped government experiment leads two lost souls together, something changes in both of their lives. Jaehyun reveals the light that’s been hiding all along.

Embers One | Embers Two

They were laughing and fooling around like they always did, pushing and shoving as they headed home—a little noisy, but not too much to disturb anyone indoors. It was late afternoon; the sun was looking hesitantly at the horizon as it continued to approach. You were walking home from work, your car having been in the shop for a couple of days for some repairs when you heard them hooting and hollering. You smiled, not bothering to look over, knowing it was a group of boys just being boys.

The laughing paused, but still you didn’t look up. A sharp elbow hit Jaehyun’s side who was busy fixing the ball cap atop his head and grooming his hair a bit. He looked at the shorter male who’d administered the sharp pain before following his eyes out.

“Eye-candy or what?” Taeyong asked, glancing at his taller counterpart.

“Damn, she is pretty fine,” Jaehyun replied, getting a good look as you walked by not but fifteen meters away.

Taeyong whistled, loudly, and then dipped his head as he turned away, leaving Jaehyun out in the open as you turned to look, answering the cat-call. He watched your brows rise as you looked at him, pinning him for the offense. “That’s disgusting,” you called over.

Jaehyun swallowed, hard, and threw his elbow back into the ribs of the older male who’d just put him on the spot. “Didn’t mean any offense by it; just know a beauty when I see one,” Jaehyun tried to save while Taeyong clutched his ribs.

You turned to face him—typically men didn’t respond like that when you called them out for something like that. Your head tilted slightly as you eyed him up and down, following his legs a little longer than you thought, but you knew you were caught when he cleared his throat. “You obviously know there are better ways to compliment a woman,” you noted and your eyes met his after you took a few steps closer.

He looked at you, most cautiously now. “Tell your friend there that cat-calling is rude and distasteful and that he could take a few pointers from you,” you commented with a wink and turned on your heel to head back down the street.

“You hear that, Taeyong? You’re rude and distasteful,” Jaehyun muttered through his teeth as he continued to watch you go. In their business, it was easy to come across anyone that they probably shouldn’t, even girls—Jaehyun was cautious while Taeyong was reckless; it got them into a lot of trouble sometimes. “I thought you would have learned your lesson fucking around with girls the last time that happened and she gave you a titty-twister and kicked you down.”

“She did not kick me down!”

“He doesn’t even deny the titty-twister part,” another laughed.

“How could he, his nipple was purple for weeks.”

Jaehyun phased out of the conversation, looking into the distance to watch you go. He had a suspicious feeling about you, something was unsettling. Your hair whipped back and forth as you walked, and just the way you walked told him a lot about you.

“You good, Jaehyun?” a voice brought him back to earth.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, turning towards his friend that was now grabbing his arm while the others continued to tease Taeyong.

“What’s up?”

“It’s nothing; just a feeling I guess,” Jaehyun replied, turning back towards the group as the boys gathered to head the opposite direction. The boys were pushing each other around in front of Jaehyun as they walked, just general goofing around. Their dynamic was interesting; it was hard to tell when there was good time off or not.

NCT was what they were called. That was the code name given to them by a government experiment that soon fell off the map and was swept under the rug. They were all psychoanalyzed to find out how they would react to committing crimes—it was supposed to be a social experiment to survey crime in the city, to see how certain group would interact if they were threatened by another.

They all received proper training by the highest decorated operatives in not only martial arts and weapons training to make them lethal, but also intelligence, technology, basic skills such as lock picking, hacking, fingerprinting, sweeping… any skill they could possibly need to commit the most high profile crimes, they were trained in.

It just made it extra interesting that they were all young kids. Who would suspect them to do anything more heinous than corner store robberies? Well, that was the whole point of their unit.

Only, it spiraled out of control. Basic police couldn’t apprehend them and the government branch that brought NCT to light would never admit to being the culprits behind it—they were stuck between a rock and a hard place: give themselves up to get NCT off the streets, or sweep it under the rug as if it never happened to save their own asses.

In a corrupt government system that only cared about themselves, of course the only option was to sweep it under the rug.

The hard part for NCT was trying to live a normal life after that. They’d had no proper life skills, they’d all joined the program since being young kids, desperate parents to give their kids a better life while blindly throwing their lives away. Crime was all they knew before too long. Yuta was the only one who held a steady job for any amount of time longer than a year, but that wasn’t going to pay bills and put food on the table.

Most of them resorted to basic pickpocketing, going to the richest part of the city and use the tactics they’d learned. Stealing expensive watches, jewelry, car keys, wallets, identification and credit—anything they could get their hands on, that’s what put food on the table and paid their rent.

The hardest part about the whole thing was, once joining this government program; they were given new names with no actual record. Anything that hit a record concerning any of their names was automatically deleted. The whole point of using crime to survey crime was to ensure your operatives didn’t get caught. Their identifications didn’t show up on any database imaginable, no family records, no school records, no birth records. They were basically invisible people living in a real people’s world. Which is why it was so hard for any of them to get jobs—if they did, they’d have to be paid under the table.

Not to mention, because of their skills and resources, it wasn’t hard to forge identification and records which they all kept themselves. Some would say it was an impossible program, that there was no way a group of young boys could run an operation as smoothly as this, but that was the whole point of their training, right? Once everyone was convinced it was impossible, that’s when it all blew over. There were less search parties looking for people that no longer existed, all “evidence” was burned or erased.

But the crime continued. It was their only livelihood anymore.

All of this was spinning around in Jaehyun’s head while they walked. Something in him triggered that whole very, very recent past. It was swirling so hard and so fast that the only thing that seemed to bring Jaehyun back to earth was the sound of a blaring car horn and three or four different hands on him to pull him out of the way of oncoming traffic.

“Jaehyun! Are you good, bro?” a hand waved in front of his face.

“I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he muttered, basically ignoring his friend, Johnny’s question.

“You need sleep, man,” Taeyong commented, taking a good hard look at Jaehyun’s face. Sure, he looked a little tired, they all did—it was part of the job.

“I don’t think I’m hallucinating, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I wasn’t implying,” Taeyong laughed. “You’ve been pretty out of it all day. Maybe some food would do everyone good.”

Jaehyun and the rest of the group nodded. They headed out to the nearest restaurant, a lot of chatter focused around Jaehyun to keep his mind where it belonged; which was here and now. But even as the chatter continued, shifting away from Jaehyun, his focus shifted back out, drawing Yuta’s attention. He was Jaehyun’s partner—the ones who were always on the floor doing the recon and the distracting. They were the smooth talkers, so they were pretty close.

“Hey; seriously, are you okay? Even since you saw her, you’ve been out of it. What did you see?” Yuta muttered to him, trying to keep the conversation between the two of them as to not cause a fuss.

“Maybe I am just tired, I didn’t recognize her face but I’ve seen that walk before.”

“Are you sure you weren’t just fascinated by her backside?” Yuta joked but after earning a glaring look from Jaehyun turned it back serious. “I believe you, Jaehyun. But there are just so many people we see on a daily basis, plus I’m not really sure what its relevance is. Just chill, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

#jaehyun #nct #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #jaehyun series #series: embers

[mysticallumine]

Robotic Shance

It was a new era. Robots roamed the streets after those who were wealthy enough to own one. They did everything, anything the owner told them to. The robots were slowly becoming a threat for those who used the bots for bad. Murder was the first conviction that made the bots a bad idea. It was worse for the robot than it was for the master, the bots were accused of completely doing it on their own. Humans believed the human saying they didn't give the bot that order than the actual bot who said they were only following orders.

It was a cruel world for most bots, many of them were shut down and kept in a cell until they could be reprogrammed. Others, who did major crimes, were taken apart limb by limb. They couldn't feel physical pain but they could feel pain emotionally and mentally. Watching themselves get ripped apart was traumatizing for bots and some were never able to get over the events.

On top of bots being convicted of murder or being tortured, they were badly treated commonly by humans. If they were sent out alone, they would be tripped or sometimes the bot would come home without an arm. It really was cruel on how the bots were treated. Those who hated bot treatement protested or were sent outside the city to live in the dying country side.

Humans got bots mainly for the daily labor they were too lazy to do themselves. Anything the humans didn't want to do, they made the bots do them. Some bots were appointed to those who were disabled. Since the mental hospitals or just general hospitals were filling quickly from bot attacks, patients were sent away with a robot to take care of them.

Robots who were taking care of their disabled master were the most treated badly. Humans didn't think robots were the correct caretakers for other humans, they thought they weren't good enough to take care of one of their precious fellow humans. The bots who took care of their human had a very visible Red Cross on their forehead, making them even more vulnerable to being attacked.

Lance had a bot, one of those that took care of him. After trying to commit suicide many times, the mental hospital sent him away with a bot. As much as Lance said he didn't want one, they pushed the robot onto him and he was only left with the decision to keep it.

His bot was a male, a law that was executed so the human and bot don't fall in love. The bot's name was Shiro, a bulky, well built bot that always greeted Lance with a smile. Lance, still unhappy about having a bot, never returned the smile and only ignored him. Lance was one of the few people who hated that bots were a thing because of how humans had become. All humans had become greedy and lazy after World War 3 and everything was destroyed. Lance, for a long time, thought it was the world's way of grieving all their loss but thought differently when they didn't change at all.

Shiro's character was quite nice and Lance felt guilty for ignoring him all the time. All the bot wanted to do was take care of him and he just treated him like he didn't exist. He couldn't imagine how that made the poor bot feel. He knew if he was ignored, he wouldn't be able to handle that and he would go into another stage of depression. Shiro, luckily, didn't have to be ordered around and did things he felt needed to be done. He went out to get groceries, he paid the bills by himself, and he even went out to get Lance's medicine, going as far as making sure Lance had taken it.

Shiro was taller than Lance by a couple of inches, maybe a bit more than just a few. The bot had a strange hairstyle, one that was ordered by Lance. He had a white floof of hair that covered the center of his forehead, the hair covered the Red Cross on the bot's forehead. It was the least Lance could do, he felt obligated to keep the bot from harm. It was his bot and even if he didn't want it, he still had to protect it at some cost.

Lance had ordered that Shiro wore normal, human clothes. He had asked Keith, a boy he had met from the mental hospital for some clothes for Shiro. The boy complied, he being one of the people who hated the way bots were treated. Keith and him had become friends instantly and frequently met up just to talk about the horrible world. Hunk, Keith's bot, had also become good friends with Shiro so the two would catch up while their humans talked.

It was a rainy day when Lance woke up. The rain poured harshly down on Earth, as it was mad for the way it has become. Lance ignored the storm though, getting up to start his daily routine. He walked down the stairs, smelling pancakes and bacon from the kitchen. A plate of food was sitting at the end of the long dining table with a glass of water and a pill.

Lance smiled a little, knowing Shiro was still wondering around doing things he hadn't ordered him to do. The door of the front door burst open and Lance spun, breath hitching. In the doorway was a circuiting Shiro, Hunk and Keith carrying him in.

Lance set into action, rushing over to his bot, taking the bot's arm from Hunk. "Go get dried up, Hunk. We don't want to worry about you circuiting too." Hunk nodded to the order and went to go get dried off while the two humans dragged the bot to his charging station. Once Shiro was laying on the uncomfortable metal bed, Lance fished out his phone and called up the one bot mechanic he knew was a bot defender.

Lance bit his lip, wishing he could do more than just wait for the mechanic to get here. Keith sat in a chair in the corner while Lance paced the room, clear panic in his expression.

"Look, Lance, you don't need to get so worked up." Keith had sighed, finally unable to watch his friend worry. "Circuiting is common for bots who stay too long in the rain. He'll be fine once Pidge gets here." Lance looked at Keith, ready to argue but thought again it and only nodded his head.

"I know you're right but I can't help worrying. He was out in the rain because I ran out of pills. If I had gotten up earlier, I could've went out to get them instead of him." Lance looked at Shiro, the bot still soaking wet and circuiting. Lance saw that the clothes he had on was soaked and clinging to his robotic body.

"This happens, Lance. Just try to keep calm until Pidge gets-" Lance shushed him, ushering him up from his seat and out the door.

"Sorry Keith, but I'm going to change Shiro's clothes. I can't stand watching it stick to him." Keith nodded, still hesitate to leave Lance alone in the way he was in. Netherless, he turned and walked downstairs to go find his bot.

Lance closed the door to the room and turned to the closet. He knew Shiro wouldn't have much clothes in here but he hadn't expected the closet to only have one other outfit in it. Lance recognized the outfit as the one he had gotten Shiro on the bot's birthday. He always saw Shiro in the same outfit, the bot must've felt the outfit was too precious to wear on a daily basis.

Lance found himself smiling as he took the outfit off it's hanger and turned to the bot. The human boy placed the outfit to the side as he started undressing Shiro from his wet clothes. He struggled to lift the bot up but succeeded and slipped the shirt off his body. He turned to replace the wet shirt with the one he had gotten the bot, it was a nice red plaid shirt that didn't have any buttons. The fabric was soft and Lance knew it would be much more comfortable than the wet clothes he had on.

Lance paused when he turned to put the shirt on Shiro. Faded bruises and scars were visible on the bot's chest. He frowned, tracing a cut that was obviously fresh. Lance slipped on the shirt, deciding he'll ask Shiro about it once he wakes up.

Lance, with heated cheeks, changed Shiro's boxers and pants. Once he was done, a knock brought his long observational stare from Shiro to the door. A small, dorky girl popped her head into the room. Lance smiled, greeting his old friend.

"What did you say caused this?" Pidge hummed as she worked on Shiro. She had the panel on his neck open and she had tools working away on him.

"He went to get my medicine and stayed too long in the rain." Lance replied, biting his nails nervously. Pidge stopped, looking over at him with a deep frown.

"This was not the rain's work." Lance frowned. Before he could ask what she meant, she continued. "Someone opened his panel and tinkered with his wiring that made him start circuiting."

"I- What- Why- How- How could someone do that? Shiro wouldn't just bend over and let someone mess with his set up." Pidge hummed at the thought. She pushed up her glasses and turned back to fixing up Shiro.

"Seems like he didn't do this willingly." The girl grabbed a wire cutter, the sight making Lance flinch. "There's a new type of oil specifically used to make a bot shut down temporarily. Whoever did this wanted Shiro to either murder you or forget who you even are."

Lance shuddered at the thought of dying at Shiro's hands. He shuddered even more at the thought of Shiro forgetting who he was. As much as Lance ignored him, he just couldn't ignore how the bot made him feel. As soon as Shiro was introduced to him, he had felt a surge of want and affection towards the man. He felt wrong for having such feelings and hoped if he ignored the bot and his feelings, that such things would go away. He was wrong, it's been a full year and they haven't even faded in the slightest, only became more evident.

"All done." Lance snapped his attention to the machenic who was now shutting Shiro's panel. She put away her tools before closing the box and standing up. "You just need to tell him to wake up." Lance rushed for his wallet but stopped when Pidge shook her head.

"B-But.." she shook her head, giving him a smile before she exited the room.

Lance turned to Shiro, heart pounding as he opened his mouth to say his order. "Wake up, Shiro." At the order, Shiro's eyes fluttered open and he sat up, eyes turning to Lance.

"Good afternoon, Master Lance." Shiro flashed him that smile. The smile that made his heart flutter. Lance smiled back, watching the bot's shocked face.

"Do you have any idea how much you scared me?" Lance muttered, falling forward and hugging the bot tightly. "Don't ever do that again. From now on, you are not to leave my side." The cold metal arm placed itself on Lance's lower back, holding him back equally as tight.

"Is that an order, Master Lance?" Lance snorted, nodding his head.

"That's an order, Takashi." Lance pulled back, wiping away the tears that had fallen. "And stop calling me 'Master Lance', it's just Lance."

The bot smiled, nodding his head. "Okay, Lance. I won't leave your side ever again. I'll stay by your side forever." Shiro flashed him a goofy smile, warning a small laugh from Lance.

"Good." Lance leaned in, catching the bot's surprisingly soft lips in his. He felt content that Shiro was alright. Shiro was his. He was Shiro's.

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It got a little rushed at the end but I actually really liked how it turned out. Sorry if there’s any mistakes that I haven’t caught that need to be edited. ._. (Edit: I might make this a small little series. So maybe this is part 1)

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