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starglitterz · 3 years

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cynosure. (v)

─── chapter 5 ! ~ irl fps ?!

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: sorry for the wait T_T this part has actual writing and it is So Long hehe, plus tbh it should be called quill rambling abt how pretty xiao is for 4k words LMAOOO hope you enjoy !! :D

also 哥哥 means big brother in chinese :)

warnings; toy guns mentioned, slightly suggestive, possible ooc xiao but idc this has been in my head Forever /nm

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qiqi crouches on the pavement outside, one hand absently tracing the cracks in the stone ground with the other raised to the sky to block her pale face from the sun's harsh glare. xiao, meanwhile, is leaning against the fence, arms crossed over his torso as he gazes at the small girl to ensure she's alright. "hey qiqi," he begins, tilting his head to gauge her reaction, "do you remember that person i told you about?" "um..." qiqi scrunches up her face as if digging about in her memories to recall, "is it that girl you said was really pretty and fun? qiqi thinks her name is y/n." xiao's face turns redder than a tomato, but he doesn't deny anything, "you're right. she's coming over today." "qiqi wants to meet her," qiqi states, but then doesn't continue as her attention is diverted by a butterfly flying around her. xiao glances at his watch, "at this rate, you probably will. baizhu's late, as usual." "dr baizhu... qiqi doesn't remember his face," qiqi returns to trailing her finger along the lines of the ground.

suddenly, xiao hears footsteps and he looks up, only to be met with the sight of you right in front of him! "hey, xiao!" you beam excitedly, clasping your hands behind your back as you grin at him. both xiao's brain and his heart nearly explode simultaneously because; 1) you look way too adorable in your outfit - sure, it's just casual clothes, but still, how do you always manage to look stunning?! and 2) he cannot believe that you actually came and didn't bail on him, and you're standing here outside his house! and you're going to stay here for the night! xiao doesn't know how he's going to survive the rest of the day without getting a heart attack.

"oh, y/n! hi," he says, hoping neither his shyness nor his flusteredness show on his expression. however, before he can say anything else, he's interrupted by qiqi popping up between the two of you. "oh. you are really pretty," the young girl states bluntly as she looks up at you. heat rushes to your face at the innocent compliment, but then you realise something odd and query, "thank you! but wait, you know who i am?" "yes," qiqi states, the smallest hint of a smile curving her lips, "xiao 哥哥 talks about you a lot-" "hahaha qiqi, baizhu's here! it's time for you to go home!" without warning, xiao pulls qiqi into an awkward hug, one hand flying to cover her mouth. while you try to hide your laughter, qiqi stares up at him slowly and nods once, her gaze then travelling to the sleek black car which has just driven up.

the window rolls down, and an unknown man with a pet snake coiled around his neck calls out, "sorry for being late, xiao! qiqi, hop in." he glances at you, and his eyes narrow, almost like a predator gazing at his prey, "now who are you?" "i'm y/n, xiao's genmate in genshin," you reply, perceiving him to be harmless. but then xiao steps in front of you and growls, "leave her alone, baizhu. she doesn't want your dumb services." baizhu feigns an affronted expression, "how mean! i'm merely a doctor." "yeah, a shady one," xiao mutters under his breath as he helps qiqi buckle her seatbelt. "you wound me, xiao," baizhu smirks, to which xiao answers, "good," and shuts the door. before baizhu drives away, qiqi peers up through the window and gives the two of you a small wave, "byebye, xiao 哥哥. byebye, y/n." you wave back at her, internally freaking out over how adorable she is, "byebye!"

as soon as the car disappears into the distance, you bump your hip against xiao's, "so, xiao, care to tell me what you've talked about me? it's apparently a lot~." xiao's face flushes, and he really hopes you think it's because of the summer sun, "let's just go inside, y/n." with a happy giggle, you decide to stop teasing xiao and follow him into his house.

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"holy shoot xiao, your setup is so cool!" you gush in awe as you step into xiao's 'streaming room'. it's lit by led lights, which are currently set to a dark teal greenish shade, mimicking the highlights in xiao's hair. there's a small fridge in the corner of the room, and when xiao pads over to open it and take out a drink for the two of you, you realise it's filled almost entirely with energy drinks. "is that even healthy...?" you accidentally say out loud, prompting xiao to turn back to you and ask, "is what healthy?" "ah! nothing!" you panic, "just the sheer amount of energy drinks in there." xiao seems to be much more in his element in his familiar streaming room, and his features relax into a soft smile as he tosses you a can, "don't worry, i don't drink them all the time." "oh, that's good then," you fumble to catch it and reply, feeling as if you're making this ten times more awkward then it should be. archons, transferring online relationships to real life is so much more difficult than it seems.

to break the sudden silence, you quickly ask, "so, who was that little girl out there? i'm going to take a guess and assume you don't have a kid." "no, she's not my daughter!" the tips of xiao's ears turn red, and you stifle a chuckle - it's so easy to fluster him. "her name's qiqi, she's a young girl that i rescued on the street, she was all alone and just claimed she didn't know where her parents were. i couldn't just leave her like that, so i took her in, and later aether told me about his doctor friend baizhu, who's the creep you met outside," xiao leans against his desk, cupping the can of drink in one hand and seeming to drift off into his memories. "he didn't seem like that much of a creep," you shrug, cracking open the can to take a sip. xiao's eyes flash with a trace of an unknown emotion... jealousy, perhaps? then after a moment of contemplation he responds, "yeah, he isn't all bad. after all, he took qiqi under his wing without hesitation."

it's only now that you realise how incredible xiao looks. the afternoon sun filters in through the window, bathing him in a gentle glow, and he seems so at ease compared to the aloof version of him from the online collaborations you've had with him. he's dressed in a simple black hoodie, and wonky black nail polish adorns his nails - you assume qiqi painted them for him. in fact, you barely hear his reply from how captivated you've become in admiring his appearance. only when xiao clears his throat do you snap out of your thoughts, "y/n, you're staring. is there something on my face?" "no, no, no! nothing at all!" you turn away, praying to every deity you know that the flaming heat you can feel on your face isn't obvious to him.

trying to turn the tables, you comment, "don't think i'm letting go of the fact that you talk about me." xiao groans, "oh no." you spin around, having managed to successfully conceal your embarrassment and prance up to him with a playful grin, "i'm so honoured to have the famous xiao praise me!" xiao drags a hand down his face slowly, hiding his expression, "y/n..." "i'm kidding!" you giggle, "but seriously, it's cute that you talk about me. only good things though, i hope." "of course, what else is there to say?" xiao's eyes flick up to yours from how he was attempting to look literally anywhere else in the room. what catches you off guard is the genuineness in his tone, he isn't spewing sleazy compliments to grab your attention, he's saying what he actually thinks, and that makes your heart do several backflips. "well... i talk about you to my friends too," you mumble, and xiao's eyes widen, "really?!" "yeah."

silence blankets the room, and both of you are unwilling to shatter the moment. it's almost as if you want to freeze this second in time, this second where both of you seem so eager to fall in love, yet shy and hesitant too. finally, xiao coughs, "y/n, should i start teaching you how to play val now? you can use the second desktop right beside mine." "sure!" you answer, plopping into the comfy chair next to his - you recognise it from his streams. the excited smile you shoot xiao as you open up the game is almost like an arrow from cupid right through his heart.

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"ahhh, i'm tired," you lean back in your seat, cracking your knuckles and stretching. when you glance out the window, the sun's already beginning to dip below the horizon, a sign reminding you of how long you and xiao have been playing. you both made dummy accounts to practice, and had a fun afternoon messing around in game, with xiao guiding you through valorant's mechanics and you picking it up as quick as you could. although xiao's aim obviously far outshone yours, you were pretty sure you could be considered a worthy opponent now. "yeah, we should probably stop playing for now," xiao says, looking at you with a concerned gaze. "can i look around?" you ask, ensuring you receive xiao's permission before poking around his stuff. "go ahead, i need to sort out a thumbnail for tomorrow's stream." "yay! if you need any help, you better ask me! don't be a dumbass and try to do it all on your own," you warn, shaking your finger at him. a chuckle escapes his throat, and xiao nods before beginning to scroll through twitter, searching for fanart of the two of you to use as part of the thumbnail.

you hop from the chair, strolling straight towards the shelf at the back of the room. you've seen it briefly during xiao's streams, but due his background always being slightly blurred, you've never been able to make out what's actually on it, and you've also always been quite curious about it. as you scan each rack, you notice each one has something different on it. the first shelf has a bunch of potted succulents and books, the second has a couple of anime character figurines and some dvds- wait, hang on a minute. "xiao?" "mhm?" "is this my debut commemorative voice merch? you know, those voicelines they made us record for our 1 month anniversary." xiao nearly falls off his chair as he spins around faster than the speed of light to face you, "n-no! i mean yes! it is, but i bought everyone's from our generation, just to support you all." you giggle softly, "strange though, i don't see yanfei and hu tao's here. nor your own, which is even weirder." "ah, theirs must be somewhere around here in this mess. and why would i buy my own voicelines? that's just narcissistic." xiao's excuse is completely made up, and it's almost painfully obvious - there's not a hair out of place in his room, you have no clue what mess he's talking about. it's cute though, so you'll let it slide.

just then, something on the third shelf catches your attention, and a mischievous smile graces your features. "xiao?" you call out again, and he turns to reply to you, "yeah?" however, as soon as he faces you, you shoot a bullet at him from the toy nerf gun in your hand, and (un)fortunately, it smacks him right in the face, "gotcha!" xiao is stunned, and he freezes up for a second, causing you to worry you've annoyed him. lucky for you, the next second he laughs softly before smirking at you with gleaming golden eyes, "oh, it is on."

xiao grabs another toy gun from somewhere on his desk and aims it at you, prompting you to squeal and run away. once you're safely outside his room, you stick your tongue out, "you'll never catch me, xiao!" he merely fires off a plastic bullet at you, "yeah right, "and you dart your head around the corner to dodge. as you lean against the wall, you exhale in relief, but then squeeze your eyes shut in mortification - what on earth were you thinking, shooting xiao like that? now he was going to think you were a total child, he was probably playing along just to stop the situation from becoming awkward.

groaning internally, you turn back around the corner, preparing yourself to apologise but then- you smack into something. "ah!" a surprised sound escapes your throat at the same time as you hear a grunt from right above you. you open your eyes slowly, only to be met with xiao's amber irises. both time and your brain seem to freeze as you meet his gaze, and only after a split second which feels like an eternity do you process what happened. the two of you quickly move backwards from your position of bumping into him, and xiao coughs once, trying to dismiss the embarrassing atmosphere. instead of saying anything though, he aims his nerf gun at you and shoots you right in the centre of your torso. with a small, slightly smug smirk adorning his lips, xiao tilts his head, "told you i'd catch you." suddenly, laughter bubbles up from your lips, and you grin at him, "the game isn't over yet, xiao!" with that, you shoot back at him and take off at a dash down the corridor, leaving xiao to pursue you.

perhaps he doesn't think you're that much of a child after all.

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the sound of the bathroom door opening prompts you to switch off your phone and glance upwards from how you were perched on a beanbag on the floor of xiao's bedroom. ever the gentleman, he had encouraged you to shower first, claiming he didn't mind waiting. he was showering right now, or at least he was supposed to be. the sight you're gazing at now seems to prove otherwise.

xiao has stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a loose pair of black shorts. you blink once, then twice, before realising that no, you aren't hallucinating; xiao is actually shirtless in front of you. your eyes trace up his torso, widening upon noticing his perfectly defined set of abs. no wonder it hurt so much when you crashed into him earlier. a loose white towel is tossed carelessly around his neck, and it provides a stark contrast to the dark green tattoos snaking around his incredibly toned upper arms in an intricate pattern. droplets of water still cling to his jade-streaked hair, framing his face like a picture. his amber eyes glimmer like jewels, and you find yourself wondering what it would be like to get lost in them.

then suddenly, you snap out of your daze and realise how perverted you sound. covering your eyes with your hand, you ask playfully, pretending like your cheeks aren't flaming hot, "xiao, did you mean to give me such a show?" "what?!" from what you can hear, xiao seems to whirl around and remember you're in his room too. "i... i forgot my shirt, that's all," he says quickly, embarrassment filling his tone, "i'm going to change." "mmkay," you reply with a chuckle, peeking through your fingers to see a very flustered xiao rush back into the bathroom and slam the door, "don't make me wait too long!"

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"no way!" you fold your arms across your chest and pout like a petulant child, frowning at xiao. "i meant that i'll take the sofa, you can have the bed," xiao says confusedly, not understanding why you're upset. "let me take the sofa, i'll feel bad if i'm kicking you out of your own room!" "no," xiao replies promptly and decisively, leaving no room for argument. as a final attempt, you suggest, "then why don't we just share the bed?" xiao fell silent, and you realised the tips of his ears have turned red - archons, he's so cute! "of course, if you don't want to, that's fine as well! i don't mind taking the couch," you add on quickly, not wanting to pressure him into anything he was uncomfortable with. "no!" he speaks up, "i don't mind sharing the bed... if you're alright with it too." a huge grin paints itself across your cheeks, and for xiao, it was almost like seeing sunshine break through the clouds on a rainy day.

and that is how you ended up sharing a bed with the one and only adeptus xiao.

although right now, you're kinda starting to regret it. it's far too difficult to fall asleep when you can feel xiao's warmth beside you, even though there's a thin bolster between you both. "hey xiao?" you ask, the two words breaking the silence. "hm?" "today was really fun!" you turn around to face him, and upon realising he's already facing you, you beam at him. "yeah, it was," xiao murmurs, a small smile curving his lips. he seems to already be half-asleep, and you wonder if this is a consequence of the endurance stream that he pulled yesterday. he probably hasn't slept since then.

"hey xiao?" you ask again, your voice much softer this time, tinged with a hint of hesitation. "mm?" he really is almost asleep now, but for some reason you've just got a huge burst of confidence, so you press on. "would it be okay if i... slept closer to you?" the question escapes your lips in a whisper, and you almost want to cover your face to hide from his reply. but xiao merely opens his golden catlike eyes, heavy with sleepiness, and stares at you for a moment as if weighing his options. then wordlessly, he moves the bolster away and opens his arms to you.

trying to hide your joy from his lack of a rejection, you cuddle closer to him, and his arm wraps around your torso. there's no other way to say it, both of you are actually cuddling now. and you're this close to spontaneously combusting. xiao smells like qingxin petals, you think to yourself absently as he rests his chin on your head. you don't dare move, lest you ruin the peace, but as your eyes slide shut, you murmur softly, "goodnight, xiao. good luck for tomorrow." you're not sure if you've already started dreaming when you feel a shy kiss on the top of your head and a quiet reply, "goodnight, y/n. sweet dreams."

a/n; HELLOOOO AHHHHH THE ENDING AKWJDJKASKJDSA CRIES /POS this chapter took like 750 years im so sorry T_T i hope u enjoyed it loads tho, i had sm fun writing it JKDKJSD there were so many cute moments here. yeah i wanna have a nerf gun fight w xiao what abt it??? HAHAHA ok i better go sleep now i have school tmrw pain </3 YOU ALL BETTER REBLOG THIS WITH FUN COMMENTS OR I WILL EAT YOU /J (pls do, this took ages and also send me some swag asks abt it pls and thank u hehe)

rin came up w the idea of xiao having qiqi as a sorta younger sister here !

and xiao's room inspo is half inspired from luca's ask here !

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lonslibrary · 3 years

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3 moments between the crow couples during their time at hogwarts

1. an unknown part of wylan and jesper’s somewhat disastrous amortentia story comes moments after jesper pulled wylan in for a kiss by his tie, causing the rest of their classmates to erupt in cheers and applause so loud that professor snape’s “boys! in the hall, now!” went unheard. minutes later, when they had actually been led out of the classroom to wait for their punishment, wylan finally worked up the courage to meet jesper’s eyes, his face almost as red as his hair. jesper’s grin was radiant. “so. butterbeer and my cologne, huh?”

it took all of wylan’s nerve to not sink into the ground where he stood. “i didn’t know today’s lesson was on amortentia,” he muttered, feeling himself flush again.

it took all of jesper’s will not to kiss the younger again right there where he stood with the way the redhead was looking up at him from beneath his long lashes.

“well, what about you?” wylan demanded, rolling his eyes. “let me guess. cards, pumpkin juice, and galleons?”

“no, actually.” jesper replied, spinning his wand in his hand. “i smell grass. gunpowder. and...”

he took a step closer to wylan who stood still, holding his breath. “...and?” the third year asked quietly.

“exploding elixir.”

wylan’s mind shut down.

“the entire room was filled with the same smell from that day we singed snape’s hair,” jesper snorted. “of all things, we had to mess up the potion that smelled like burnt-”

it was wylan who pulled jesper down this time, reaching up on his tippy toes to meet jesper’s soft lips, the ones that had captivated him from the moment he had walked into the potions classroom and saw his new lab partner for the first time.

“fahey, van eck!” snape burst into the hallway. “does it seem possible to keep your hands off of each other?”

“sorry, prof.” jesper winked, eyes still trained on wylan’s mouth. “guess you can say we’ve got...chemistry.”

wylan couldn’t even bring himself to care about detention.

2. nina stifled a laugh, trying to keep a straight face as she watched matthias scan the inside of zonko’s joke shop. she had just gotten matthias to admit that he enjoyed a drink as sweet as butterbeer, hours earlier at the three broomsticks. “you look like you’re inside the shrieking shack, not a joke shop.” nina snickered at the way matthias perked up.

“whatever the shrieking shack is, i think that there’d be more dignity in such a place than...this.” matthias dropped a dungbomb he had picked up like it had personally offended his grandmother.

“why?” nina giggled. she shook the box in her hand. “not a fan of ton-tongue toffees?”

matthias made a face that looked like he was more than just not a fan. “if it’s anything like those jelly beans you fed me on the train, then no.”

that only made nina laugh harder. “i swear you picked the worst ones! you should’ve seen your face when you tried the rotten egg flavor.”

matthias cracked a smile, relaxing a little amongst the colorful store and his girlfriend’s laughter. he picked up another product, a pink bottle corked at the top. “what does this one do?”

nina lowered her voice, gesturing for matthias to come closer, as if letting him in on a secret. “that one’s a love potion. one drop of it in someone’s drink and they’re yours,” she whispered. “they’ll think about you all day.”

matthias jerked away, putting the bottle back on the shelf. “you can’t be serious. love can’t be made like that!” he sputtered.

“i don’t know, durmstrang,” nina teased. “what if i bought one and slipped some in your pumpkin juice tomorrow at breakfast?”

matthias only crossed his arms, continuing to grimace. “well, that wouldn’t work at all.”

“why not? zonko’s is pretty reliable when it comes to their products.” she said pointedly, looking at the extendable ears on sale.

“because i’m already in love with you.” matthias stated simply.

nina froze, turning to her boyfriend. during her time dating matthias, the hufflepuff had proven to be narrow minded and straightforward as a broom doing any and every thing. it was moments like these she was reminded that this included during his expressions of affection, and nina couldn’t love him more for it.

“i’m in love with you, too.” she declared, slipping her hand into her boyfriend’s. she had always liked...brooms. “now, come on. i want to see if we can get kaz to fall for a trick wand.”

3. all inej had wanted was a quiet place to study that wasn’t the library. she liked to practice with her wand for transfiguration, and magic wasn’t allowed in the library. she had been wandering the school for an empty classroom or quiet corner when the room of requirement had appeared at the end of a hallway, exactly moments before she was about to give up and return to the gryffindor common room. she was only half surprised when she opened the door and saw kaz, but like always, kaz hadn’t seemed surprised at all when she entered. he sat on top of a desk with his cane leaned against it, wand out, in the middle of a silent spell. inej let her eyes trail over his robe perched on a chair, his gloves off and set aside in a rare moment, and his uniform sleeves pulled up to his elbows.

“first time here?” kaz asked, not looking up from the book in his lap. his rough voice echoed slightly in the large room as inej scanned her surroundings. the room was empty besides a couple of desks and chairs in one corner, a cluttered pile of objects in another, and a big wardrobe that looked ages old. a fireplace on the wall kept the room warm, and a small chandelier hung above inej’s head.

“guess i didn’t require much until now.” inej shrugged, pulling a desk and chair of her own towards the center of the room. “you?”

kaz closed his book, finally looking up at inej. “i come and go when i want.”

inej wanted to know more about what had revealed the room to kaz in the first place, but she redirected the question away from kaz himself, knowing it was unlikely he would answer. “get anything out of it?” with kaz, it was all about gain.

kaz drummed his fingers on his desk. inej tried not to stare. “some crying first years with who miss their mums. i think i’ve witnessed a bit of every couple in the school’s snogging.” he pulled out a handful of extendable ears from his robe pocket. “snape’s planning something. don’t know the details yet, but something big.”

inej nodded. part of her expected kaz to leave, speak with his silence as he tended to do, but he continued to sit and look at inej, book in lap. inej knew him well enough to recognize that while it wasn’t exactly an invitation, kaz wasn’t saying no to a conversation. she could’ve started with a less risky question about snape’s plans, or asked for the names of the couples in their year, just to know, but inej was curious about other things.

“and how did you find this place, kaz?”

“the de kappel painting.” he said casually. “i needed a place to hide it.”

inej froze, taken aback by kaz’s answer. or more accurately, his willingness to answer. “so it’s true?” she questioned, hoping her voice didn’t give away her surprise. “the gringotts vault rumor.” she had half believed them to begin with, knowing kaz’s abilities but never his motives. still, kaz had never confirmed it with anyone as far as she had known.

“true enough.” kaz reopened his book, attention back on the page. inej inwardly sighed. the satisfaction of knowing kaz trusted her enough to confirm the gringotts rumor didn’t last long. figures kaz wouldn’t want to talk much about himself.

“but that’s a story for next time.” kaz flipped a page, the slightest start of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

next time, inej turned over in her head. she tried not to smile as she opened her own book. she could work with next time.

author’s note (pls read!) this is my first time on tumblr so idk how to use it too well but i’m overwhelmed by all the nice responses so thank you all so, so much. i see everything!! idk if there’s like poll mechanisms and stuff on tumblr (argh help) but i wanted to gauge what everyone would like next—im deciding between six of crows x pjo or shadow and bone x harry potter, so comment below what you’d like to see first (: i’d also love to hear abt any personal requests so my dms (is that what they’re called here?) are open for suggestions. no promises, but lmk if there’s something you want to read. feel free to get as niche as you want, respectfully! ok ik this is super long god bless your soul if u actually read the entire thing but finally, i just wanted to introduce myself—i’m lynn, this is my library and i dabble in most fandoms! my goal is to get at least one piece of writing out every month, so if you’d like to read what i write, follow along! OK im finally done, i swear. thank you again for the tremendous support. unbelievable. happy reading!

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justcallmenikki7 · 4 years

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The art of Cheating

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Soulmate Au

Summary: Soulmate au where you get marks on where your soulmate has written on your body. ~ One of the downfalls of this is your name, phone number, or address will not appear on your soulmates skin.

Warnings: fluff, literal fluff, angsty-ish?

Notes: I apologize for my lack of updates. A lot of stuff has happened in my life and it has made it to where I have a really bad writers block. I am going to try my hardest the next two, or one and half weeks to get good updates going.

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The first time you woke up to the feeling of someone writing on your skin, you were freaked out because no one, physically, was in your room. You were very confused and very scared to find out that out. This is when you had no knowledge of soulmates. So, at fifteen years of age, you ran crying to your parents at three a.m., demanding to know why a ghost was writing on you in a different language. Your assumption of a ghost writing on you had both of your parents laughing, making you irritated about how they are not taking this situation serious. Once they were calmed down, they explained to you how this was your soulmate writing on their skin, not knowing that they are writing on their soulmate, too.

Shocked, you gaped at your wrist, watching the beautiful symbols appear on your skin in messy scribbling.

“I have a soulmate?” You asked aloud, not believing your parents words.

“Yes, sweetie. It appears to be that they are Korea,” your mother responded, smiling at the thought.

“Am I able to write back to them?” You asked, getting excited at the thought of knowing (in a sense) your soulmate at this age.

Instead of responding, your mother handed you a pen, an encouraging smile on her face. Taking the pen from her, you clicked on the pen, and began to write back.

Across the world in his bedroom sat Jungkook in his desk chair, determinedly scribbling down answers for his Chemistry exam. It was six a.m. and Jungkook was not ready to fail a stupid chemistry exam that he does not even care about. Does that make sense? To Jungkook it does, but his hyungs think differently. So, the moment when Jungkook saw a foreign language being written on his other arm, he almost flew out of his chair.

“What the fuck?” He questioned, bizarre apparent in his tone. Grabbing his phone quickly, he went to his translator app, snapping a picture of the letters, and he waited for the app to load the translation. What felt like hours, which was only seconds, the translation loaded;

Hi, my name is Y/N, and I am your soulmate.

“Soulmate?” He questioned aloud, “I have a soulmate?” And after that astonishment, Jungkook went to his contacts and called the only hyung that he would know would have the answers – Namjoon.

Ever since that night, both you and Jungkook started your journey of learning about one another. Currently, you are 21 while Jungkook is 23. It is a struggle by talking to one another without knowing their name. That is why, six years ago, you both suggested on giving one another a ‘name,’ which yours is fluffy and Jungkooks is bunny. Jungkook was the one who picked your nickname out because of how you were telling him about your collection of fluffy blankets. You came up with his nickname, ‘bunny’ by his love for bunnies.

You decided that you wanted to move to South Korea to study economics. You told Jungkook about this, something that he was ecstatic for, but also upset because he wanted to move to the United States to try and find you. The both of you knew that this was impossible because you the soulmate that you both have restricts you both from writing down each other’s name, location, and anything that basically gives you away. But you knew that Jungkook (bunny) was Korean, making it easy for you to track him down basically. The thing is, too, you do not know where in South Korea he lives.

That is why you applied for Seoul National University – the capital of Korea.

Jungkook knew that you moved to Korea by how you mentioned that Kimichi was weird, but kind of good. The excitement that Jungkook felt was unimaginable. The thought of meeting you and being able to find his soulmate was something that he only could understand. His friends make fun of him for this, but he only laughs them off. He knew that one of these days they will be able to understand his excitement, the emotions that he is feeling.

What he hates is that you both cannot tell each other what part of Korea the both of you are in. the soulmate bond limiting your ability to find one another is getting to Jungkook. He really wants to find you, and you him.

Your Korean is very broken. Having to use your phone to help translate paragraphs and certain sentences is helpful but talking to someone who has the mother tongue of Korean is very hard. So, finding someone to help you study for economics was hard. Choosing the route to stick with yourself to study instead of finding a partner was not the right plan.

As you were reading your economics book, you began to feel the all too familiar scribbles on your wrist. Looking down, you recognize a phrase from your book that your studying.

“No. Fucking. Shit.” You paused on each word, not believing what you are currently reading. Tears pricked your eyes, the tear falling onto your wrist, making it to where one of the words blurry. Grabbing a pen, you began to write a phrase that your teacher always says, hoping that your soulmate gets what you are implying.

When Jungkook saw the familiar phrase, he freaked. Jumping up from his chair, he began to run to the living room of the dorm, yelling at his hyungs. “MY SOULMATE IS IN THE SAME CLASS AS ME. SHE’S HERE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes.

Taehyung jumped up from the couch, equally excited as his best friend, “YOU HAVE CLASS TOMORROW! SHE’LL BE THERE!”

Where the hell are you, soulmate, both you and Jungkook thought, scanning the classroom.

You bit your lip, trying to think of how to make it easier for both you and your soulmate to find one another. Tapping your pen against your chin, you thought of an idea – looking beside you, you saw that the person next to you has gauges in their ear.

Gauges, you wrote down on your wrist.

Jungkook looked down at his wrist, seeing the word. Looking up, he began to scan the classroom for anyone with gauges. Maybe this is the person next to them? Jungkook thought. Doing the same thing, he wrote down spikey, referring to the guy sitting next to him that has spikey hair. He saw a girl sitting next to a guy with gauges in the front row looked down at their wrist, making something spark in his chest.

It’s her, I know it’s her.

You looked up from your wrist, turning around in your seat to see if anyone has spikey hair, that is until your eyes landed on a boy looking directly at you. That moment when both your eyes met, you knew that it was him. You knew that you found your soulmate. The feeling of your stomach doing a summersault, heart feeling as if it was exploding, and the urge to go and be right next to him overwhelmed you.

The both of you knew that neither of you could sit for an hour and fifteen minutes, not being able to talk or be right next to each other would be possible. Following your soulmates lead, you grabbed your back pack and phone before standing up and basically running out of the lecture room. Once you made it to the hall, you began searching for him. Not seeing him anywhere caused a wave of panic take over your body, that is until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Turning around, you were met with him, your soulmate, your happy ever after. One feature you noticed was his bunny like smile.

“Bunny.” You gasped, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Fluffy.” He whispered back.

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Authors note: I know it’s been a really long time since I released anything but here we are! The hyped up virgin!harry fic! A huge thank you to @sweetcreatureinthedark for all the help in editing and making this fic what it is now! I love you 💕💕

featuring: smut, blowjob, cursing obviously, I think that’s it??

Harry wasn’t exactly popular in high school. He was the quiet one who would simply get his work done and go home so he could play music or write poems. His social life wasn’t all that intense until a bubbly girl with a bright smile bounced into his chemistry class.

Ever since that day the beautiful girl loaned him a pencil, Harry was whipped.

Barely a month after their first meeting, Harry and Y/N became attached at the hip, spending every lunch period, spare and after school time together. After the first month of being best friends, Y/N got tired of waiting for the sweet curly-haired boy to ask her out, so she had to make a move on her own. During study hall one day, Harry had been waiting for Y/N in the back of the library, only to see her bounce inside with bright red lipstick and excitement in her words. “Harold!” she sang as she sat beside him, leaning over and smiling wider than before. “I have something for you, close your eyes, m’kay?” Harry raised an eyebrow suspiciously but simply let her do what she needed to do.

His eyes closed softly and without a delay, her lips were on his. The feeling was very new, Harry hadn’t kissed anyone before. Her lips were so soft, he had no idea how to react.

Harry tried to move against her but it was kind of awkward and messy. Y/N giggled shyly and moved away. “Sorry! I had to," she paused, feeling his reaction before continuing to ramble. "I felt like we were there, but we’re not, I guess." Y/N rocked on her heels anxiously, "I’m sorry! Don't let me make this weird.”

Harry listened to her babble, trying to calm her down, reaching for her arm with a soothing yet nervous tone. “It’s not that. No, um, I actually," Harry paused, trying to figure out how to word this confession, "I quite enjoyed that. I just didn’t, I’ve never -"

“You’ve never been kissed?” Y/N cut him off with a louder exclamation than she meant to.

“Little louder, petal, don’t think the history wing heard you,” Harry blushed, gently tugging her hand to move him closer to her, his cheeks flushed as he looked away from her and around the room.

Throughout the afternoon of studying, Harry’s fingers kept travelling up to his lips, tracing where they had met hers. As the days passed, Harry found himself daydreaming about the way her lips felt against his, how he would kill to feel that all the time. Meanwhile, Y/N found herself remembering fondly how adorable Harry looked with her red lipstick smudged across his lips and a deep blush in his cheeks, how cute he would look with a collection of her lipsticks smeared upon his lips and chin.

The relationship between Harry and Y/N wasn’t much different after the incident in the library, though the two were increasingly affectionate in public settings, which was new. Instead of walking alongside each other with arms almost touching, Y/N would sneak their hands together, her fingers laced through his, prompting a blush to take over Harry’s cheeks and nose. 'Movie Night Fridays' was the first promise Harry and Y/N had made to each other that alluded to something more than friends. Casually sitting around her bedroom after the first time he had gone to her house to work on a chemistry project, he mentioned that his weekends were always too boring. Taking his hint, Y/N proposed that they'd watch an awful 'chick flick' (although Harry found that term quite demeaning) and then fall asleep eating cheap pizza and an arrangement of their favorite snacks. That first week after the kiss, 'Movie Night Friday' was seemingly better than any other. On occasion, YN would cuddle herself into Harry's side, claiming that she was a bit too cold and he was warm.

Now, a week and a kiss later, YN was tucked right into Harry's side, and his heart was beating unusually fast. Her lips were so inviting to him, he just wanted to taste them again. Harry wasn’t paying much attention to the horrid movie playing ahead, instead, he spent his time just looking at how Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered when she blinked, at how her nose crinkled at corny jokes from the main characters on screen. Harry had abandoned his attention to the movie, opting instead to admire the beautiful girl attached to his hip. There was something about the way she appeared when she was interested in a movie, eyebrows drawn together in a focused manner, her expertly painted nude lips pulled between her teeth as an exciting scene unfolded in front of her.

YN also used the dark room to her advantage, especially on the occasion that Harry turned away. Her eyes danced across his soft features, the lips that she had felt against hers in the library, the nose that she often tapped with her finger to tease him, the eyelashes that she openly envied. All of the beautiful things about him seemed to stand out even more in the state she was in. YN was trying, she really was, but every time she saw Harry’s tongue dart out to wet his flushed lips, her heart skipped a beat.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she decided. Making some sort of move felt like her best option to have her lips on his. “Ba-," she quips, a pet name almost slipped out as she spoke to get his attention. "Harry?” Upon hearing his name, Harry turned his head to face YN, smiling at the delicate expression she had on her face.

“Yeah?” he replied softly, not expecting what would come next.

As if in slow motion, Y/N brought her hands up to cup his soft jaw and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was different than the one they shared in the library. The two simply absorbed one another’s breaths. Harry reluctantly broke the kiss and looked at YN below him, her lips slick and swollen, her eyes glossed over.

“What was that for?” he asked sheepishly, she simply giggled and pressed a soft peck to his lips once more.

“May I?” she asked softly, gesturing to straddle his lap. He nodded nervously, pulling her up onto his thighs.

“You’re pretty," Harry let out a whispered compliment, using the hand that wasn’t resting extremely softly on her waist to hesitantly coax her into another kiss.

“You’re pretty, too, Harry,” YN whispered against his lips, slowly disconnecting and eyeing over his face. Much to his displeasure, she could feel him begin stirring in his sweats, the grey material contrasting against her skin. He could be felt against her inner thigh, causing a smile to break onto her attempt at a sultry expression. Her confidence shocked him and his inexperience, unsure of how to speak to her in such a sensual way. “I liked the kiss, too," YN whispered before nibbling on his ear. "Maybe just as much as you."

Harry could barely hold himself together, his boner aching against the soft material of his pants while his heart almost exploded out of his sweaty chest. "You did?"

"Could help you with it, if you want."

“Help? You wanna," Harry gulps, trying to maintain his composure, "help me? As in...” His words came out in whimpers, almost involuntary in their sound. This was the closest anyone had ever been to him and he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it.

“Have a few things we could do, if you’re okay with it. I want to,” Y/N spoke, her confidence increasing quicker as Harry’s shaft nudged against her thigh.

“Do you mean?" Harry tilts his head suggestively, his hands were clammy against her skin. "I’ve never done that or much of anything. You were my first kiss and, um, I -," Harry babbled typically, only to be cut off by her thumb against his lips.

“I can just," YN sighs, unsure of how to word what she is implying, "help you out? Doesn't have to be sex, right now.” Her lips pressed to his neck and the skin behind his ear, coaxing a whimper from his swollen lips. “I was thinking if you’re up for it, I could go down on you." Her mouth immediately stopped moving on his skin and her eyes met his, trying to gauge his reaction. "I don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable though.” Y/N was trying so hard to be careful and attentive, but she really just wanted his cock in her mouth. She hadn’t seen him naked before, feeling him against her was making her mind travel to the dirtiest of places, and she was impressed.

Harry nearly choked on air hearing those words. She wanted to put him in her mouth? She wanted to suck him off? This couldn’t be happening. “Oh no, if you want to I’d love," Harry stops himself, already probably sounding too eager. "I mean, you can if you want to. I can just leave, actually, and um, we can forget about this. You shouldn’t feel pressured just because I’m -." Harry cut himself off with a high pitched moan he didn’t know he could make as he felt Y/N’s hand press against his clothed hard-on. “Or, or you can! I mean,” he breathed, his babbles masked by how much heavier he was breathing, more than he thought was possible.

Y/N slowly moved down his body, sinking to her knees in front of him. “Did you want me to take off my shirt? That’s something I’ve heard of and I don’t know,” Harry questioned, fumbling with the hem of his soft tee.

“You do whatever feels right, I can take off mine if you’d like. It's, y'know, something to look at?” Y/N offered, taking one of his clammy hands in hers.

Harry shook his head. “You don’t have to. Don’t take that as me not wanting to see your boobs, because, God, I’m sure they’re fantastic, I just," he mutters, trying to hold his voice deeper than a high-pitched whimper. "We’ve only kissed, and you’re about to blow me. I'm so, fuck.”

Harry finished his anxious sentence with a moan as Y/N nudged his hips up and pulled his sweats and boxers down, releasing his cock from the cotton confines.

Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of him. He was even bigger than she had thought, than she had felt, and it was pretty. His head was a shimmering deep red colour just begging to be touched, leaking from the stimulation of her hand on him. “Okay, baby, I’m gonna go slow for you," she whispered reassuringly before kissing his inner thigh softly.

Being cautious so she didn’t scare him away, y/n pressed a feather-light kiss onto his tip before leaving the same down the underside of his shaft. “Just breathe baby, I’m gonna make you feel good.” Harry shuddered at the feeling mixed with the sultry tone of his best friend’s voice. A collection of high pitched whimpers and deep groans escaped Harry’s lips as he felt the warmth of y/n’s mouth on him.

As soon as she wrapped her lips around the leaky head and hollowed her cheeks slightly, Harry was about to burst. “Fuck! I’m gonna- I’m sorry but I’m definitely not gonna last!” There was a whine behind his words as he gripped the couch beside him, close to letting go. “It’s okay baby, I know.” Y/n reassured him between sucks. She began bobbing her head slowly and Harry was a goner.

“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming!“ He moaned out as his seed spilled into Y/n’s mouth. She moaned softly around him as he came, swallowing all of him. “Was that good for you?” Y/n asked him, a small hint of sarcasm behind her words. “Yes. Yes! Fuck yes it was.” Harry answered eagerly, still catching his breath.

After he calmed down, Harry pulled his pants back up slowly, wincing at the feeling of fabric against his still sensitive shaft. “Uhm...best friends don’t do that kind of stuff...right?” He questioned, hoping he could get some kind of answer. He really liked y/n, always had, and she obviously liked him a little bit, right? She was just on her knees for him, she HAS to like him. “I’m still your best friend, Harry. But, we can be more if you want?” Y/n responded to him, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “More? Like...you and I could be-?” He cut himself off, not sure what word y/n would classify them as. “Dating, Harold. I can be your girlfriend.” She giggled at his nerves, kissing him softly once more.

“Holy shit! I have a girlfriend!” Harry chuckled in disbelief and kissed his girlfriend again.

#Harry styles smut #Harry styles fluff #friends to lovers #virgin!harry #Harry styles imagine #one shot #tobefalling works

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Tricks & Treats (1/5)

Chapter One: Smoke-Bombs

Starscream locked his lab door behind him and took a long, hard look around. He was alone. There was no telltale ‘vop’ of teleportation, nor was anyone perched on his work-bench, feet swinging idly as they babbled a string of increasingly nonsensical questions.

Hey, Starscream! What about exploding snakes? That’d be cool, right? No—wait! What about sparklers that turn into snakes and then explode? I mean! One second you’re wavin’ a sparkler around, and next it turns into a snake and explodes! Wouldn’t that be nifty?

“It would not,” Starscream growled, stalking through his now-vacant lab. “It would not be the least bit ‘nifty.’ It would be a puerile, pointless waste of my time and intellect.” He yanked open a supply cupboard, grabbed a sturdy trash bag, and began clearing away the mess. There was glitter. A lot of it, in varying shades of orange, black and purple. Also various accelerants, types of fuses, scraps of hollow, articulated cable meant to resemble snakes, globs of sticky orange resin designed to bond to one’s exo-structure and look… well, gross, and—last but not least—a pumpkin-shaped mold for making inflatable gourds.

Once the last bit of ‘snake’ tubing had disappeared into the bag, Starscream allowed himself a sigh of relief. While he’d accepted long ago that the only sure way to get any uninterrupted lab-time was to appease Skywarp’s need for ever more creative pranking supplies, this event that humans called ‘Halloween’ was testing the limits of his fragile patience. He tossed the bag in the trash receptacle and trudged to his workstation where he paused, one hand on the power-switch.

“Now, where was I?” His gaze settled idly on the holocube that sat beside his workstation. It showed two explorers about to depart Cybertron on a deep space mission. Neither of them had heard of Halloween, which was probably why they both looked so optimistic. “Ah, yes,” he said as he sat down. The screen flickered to life, and the project he’d been working on three days ago, when Skywarp had first invaded his lab, appeared. Within moments he’d re-immersed himself, and was in the throes of some highly sophisticated mental calculations when someone pounded on the door.

“Go away!” Starscream shouted. “I’m busy!”

The knock came again. Louder this time, and more urgent. So much for uninterrupted lab-time. Starscream pushed his chair back with a growl, pausing just long enough to switch off his monitor before he stomped to the door. Whoever his caller was, it couldn’t be Skywarp. Skywarp wouldn’t have knocked; he would have teleported right in and started nattering about his latest prank idea. The only other likely choice was Megatron, who sometimes knocked, but wasn’t always in the mood to respect a locked door. The last thing Starscream wanted was for Megatron to see what he’d been working on. Unlike Skywarp, he might actually figure out what it was.

“I’m coming! Hold on to your trigger-guard, and—” Starscream broke off as the next round of knocks were accompanied by… yes, it was: a faint boom of thunder. A sonic boom, just strong enough to rattle the chemistry glassware on his shelves. He yanked the door open.

“Thundercracker?” Starscream stared at his Trinemate. He wasn’t used to seeing Thundercracker by himself. Normally, Skywarp was at Thundercracker’s side—when he wasn’t haunting Starscream’s lab—and his presence provided a certain buffering influence. Alone, Thundercracker looked… dangerous. Especially with his wings hiked to such an aggressive angle and his fist raised to batter the door again. Or, possibly, Starscream’s face. He looked angry enough to try it, and Starscream took an involuntary step back. “What are you doing here?”

“Is he here?” Thundercracker demanded, peering into the lab. “Please say he is.”

“Is who here?” Starscream asked, irritated at his own reaction. He was the Trineleader, for frag’s sake. He had no reason to feel intimidated by an underling. Thundercracker shoved past him and stalked into the lab, raking his gaze over the shelves, the monitors, the small berth upon which Starscream occasionally slept, and the cabinets filled with supplies and scientific apparatus. “Wow,” he muttered. “Geek Central.”

“What do you want?” Starscream demanded. It occurred to him he couldn’t recall the last time Thundercracker had set foot anywhere near his lab. His presence here seemed ominous. It also occurred to him that he had more to hide than just his secret project. The holocube on his desk was rather incriminating. Normally he shoved it well out of sight before entertaining the few visitors he got down here, but this time he’d forgotten. He edged in front of it, trying to block Thundercracker’s view. “What are you looking for?”

Thundercracker let out a sigh. “I was hopin’ he’d be with you, but…” he reached into his subspace and drew out a plain black metal box. “You know what this is, right?”

Starscream nodded. He’d recognized it instantly. Originally designed to hold specimen-jars, it had recently been repurposed to house smoke-bombs. “What about it?”

“I found it on his berth.” Thundercracker raised the lid. “It was empty. He also cleared out the compartment where he was stashing his other Halloween junk.”

“So?” Starscream adjusted his wings as he spoke, mentally gauging the optimal angle to keep the holocube from Thundercracker’s line of sight. “He’s probably commenced this… Trick-or-Treat nonsense he keeps going on about.”

Thundercracker shook his head. “Nah. He was saving all that for Halloween, which isn’t for a couple days. I checked.”

“Thirty-six hours,” Starscream corrected automatically. “But what about it? Maybe he’s getting an early start.”

“Maybe.” Thundercracker sounded doubtful. He started to pace, forcing Starscream to turn in his direction to keep his wings in the right position. “But I don’t like it.” He stopped and leveled a glare. “You couldn’t just let him have his fun, could you?”

“What?” Starscream flinched at the note of accusation in his Trinemate’s voice. “You think this is my fault?”

“Who else? You got him interested in human traditions in the first place!”

“Me? I beg your pardon?”

“You encouraged him to go looking for Santa Claus at the North Pole!”

“Just to prove there’s no such thing!”

“Well, he didn’t take it that way! He took it as encouragement.”

“But—”

“He’s also decided he’s the Easter Bunny.”

“What?”

“He’s gonna… I dunno, hide a bunch of eggs in the Command Center or… something.” Thundercracker swept a hand over his forehead, as if trying to push the thought aside. “Human traditions are so bizarre. Anyway, when he got interested in Halloween, you encouraged him.”

“I did no such thing! I merely—”

“Helped him build smoke-bombs? Yeah, exactly.” Thundercracker shook the empty box. “And all that other nonsense, the… fake snakes and stuff. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about.”

“If you know so much, how can you claim I wasn’t letting him have his fun?”

“Because!” Thundercracker slammed the box on the nearest table. “Halloween isn’t just about playing tricks!”

“It’s not?” Starscream had been rather under the impression that it was, considering how thoroughly Skywarp had latched onto it.

“No. Apparently it’s also an excuse for humans to gorge themselves on whatever disgusting food passes for sweets in their weird, organic diet. Well, guess who else likes treats?”

“I…” Starscream’s mind raced. “Wait. Are you talking about the gold? I couldn’t let him keep that!” Earlier that day, Starscream had discovered a sizable bag of gold ore in Skywarp’s quarters. Primus only knew where he’d gotten it from. Starscream allowed his fliers to consume some of the rich, sweet metal, which could be healthy in small quantities. It could strengthen one’s frame by improving flexibility, for example, but in larger quantities it could soften one’s armor and add excess weight, ruining a flier’s aerodynamic performance. "I am the Air Commander,” Starscream pointed out. “I need my fliers combat-ready, and Skywarp was taking on too much ballast.”

“It was just until Halloween,” Thundercracker argued. “You could have waited a couple extra days instead of takin' away all his goodies. Now he’s…”

“What?” Starscream felt a twinge of unease. “What’s going on, Thundercracker?” He realized that in his rush to defend himself, he’d neglected to ask. He’d also forgotten about the holocube, which was now in plain sight if Thundercracker cared to glance in its direction. He didn’t. His gaze was on the empty box which had contained the smoke-bombs.

“I dunno,” Thundercracker said heavily. “He’s not answering me. He’s run away somewhere—probably to get more treats—but hell if I know where.”

“More treats?” Starscream mused. “If gold is what he’s after, I might have an idea.”

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This was written for @darkstarofchaos for the @transform-or-treat Halloween gift exchange. There are five chapters of it in all, and I will be posting a chapter a day until Halloween! Many, many thanks to @justawayninja or being my awesome beta. Your suggestions helped me get the story to the next level.

#transform or treat 2020 #transform-or-treat #darkstarofchaos #transformers #maccadam #halloween #starscream #skywarp #thundercracker #skyfire #humor #hijinks #pranks #secret relationship #trine dynamics #team as family

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makingoutinthemojave · 4 years

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I loved the shy/subby f! Courier hcs! Could you do the same hcs for Butch and a female lone wanderer?

YESSSS You’re my first Butch request I love you!!! Butch is hands down my favorite follower. I’ve written so much personal stuff for Butch and my OC and I am so glad to write for yours as well!!!!!

SFW HEADCANONS

- Since they were kids in the vault, Butch has been teasing Lone. However, as they’ve come into their teenage years, puberty has hit and Butch has become more of a flirt. He’s not smart enough however to notice that the flirting was working rather than just embarrassing her.

- Butch has bullied her enough in the past to make Lone cry. Every time he has, as long as he wasn’t in the presence of others, he’s immediately moved to apologize. He acts all tough but it’s really an act, and he feels terrible making Lone that upset.

- When they actually start dating Butch is almost as timid as she is. He’s really all talk, so when it comes down to actual romance, he’s a little slow. They’d both be too nervous to make any of the first moves.

- Butch definitely initiates the first kiss. He’d be so slow about it, taking a long time to gauge if she wanted to kiss or not. When she leans back with her lips puckered, he finally seals the deal. Fireworks exploded in his chest the moments their lips met. He knew from then on that Lone was going to be trouble for him, more so than he realized.

- When Lone is nervous, she’ll grab Butch’s hand. He has come to recognize this behavior, and always squeezes tight and stays close to her when she is like this.

- Butch is loud-mouthed and obnoxious, and Lone is quite the opposite. People wonder if their chemistry is formed through this. Butch appreciates the fact that Lone is softer and a thinker because he doesn’t think and will often rush into situations and his feelings. Lone admires Butch’s passionate behavior and his loyalty.

NSFW HEADCANONS

- Butch would be just as nervous as Lone during their first time. He would be overly focussed on her satisfaction over his, worried that he was ‘doing it’ wrong and she wasn’t enjoying herself. In this situation, Lone would be the more stable one, encouraging Butch to relax and enjoy himself. They both end up having a wonderful time.

- As they grow more confident with their sexualities, Lone would be more open about her submissive nature. Butch wouldn’t be surprised. He enjoys taking the lead in the restroom, it makes him feel more manly, and he doesn’t mind that confidence boost.

- Dirty talk. Butch is a connoisseur. He loves to say horribly dirty things, whispering in Lone’s ear and making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. During sex, he struggles to speak because he’s too focussed or already moaning. But when he can, he loves to compliment Lone using lewd words and watch her blush pink.

- Butch is so eager to please- but gets incredibly flustered when Lone shows that same enthusiasm. The first time she offers to blow him he’s absolutely speechless, his face was bright red and you could almost see the steam coming off his body. But once he gets more comfortable with the concept, he becomes a little more commanding. When he finds that Lone likes it when he takes this initiative, he becomes even more assertive. More aggressive sex comes out of these discoveries. He learns to enjoy himself as much as she enjoys him.

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout react #fallout 3 react #fo3 #fo3 react #Butch deloria #Butch deloria react #Butch fo3

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Hii!! I'm so so glad you're back :3 your fanfics were truly my faves. I've had this idea for a fanfic where riley wants to ask farkle to prom but is too scared to do so, so she makes a deal with him that if no one asks them to prom, they'll go together, and something happens and riley has to confess that she wanted to go w/ him and asks him w/ a poster that says: you, me, prom?

ahhhh thank you so much for enjoying my stuff and thanks for the prompt! i hope you enjoy this little fic :)

“So, are ya gonna do it?”

Maya’s face pops up as soon as Riley’s shut her locker door, eyes sparkling in a puckish sort of way that can only mean trouble. Riley clutches her AP Literature textbook against her chest, a brow raised.

“No.”

Maya groans.

“You promised! You told me that today would be the day! You said, and I quote, “Maya, if I don’t do it on this date, you’re allowed to make me buy you something from my mom’s restaurant for a month.” Look, I even have proof of you holding up the calendar with the big red circle outlining today’s date!”

Riley’s best friend whips out her phone, swiping through pictures until she finds what she’s looking for. She holds it up as if it’s incriminating evidence, but Riley doesn’t much care—well, she does, because that picture she took is downright unflattering and should be deleted immediately.

“Let me see that,” Riley demands, and Maya hands her the phone, clawing at her when she trashes it.

“Hey!”

“No one needs to see that picture, Maya. I’m trying to forget what my haircut looked like at the beginning of the year.” She begins to walk off, trying desperately to ignore Maya’s prodding to no avail.

“Riley Matthews, are you going to chicken out? I thought Matthews don’t quit,” Maya says, grinning when it stops Riley in her tracks. “Ha! I got you there.”

Riley moves to make her rebuttal, but the warning bell rings to alert them that they need to be heading to their next class, so she simply rolls her eyes, waving goodbye to Maya as she heads in the opposite direction.

“We’re tabling this, Matthews! Don’t think I won’t let this slide!” Maya calls out. Riley shakes her head, sighing as the weight of anxiety starts to lift.

Yeah, she’s aware she’s a coward. But she’s not about to do it—there’s being brave, and there’s being absolutely idiotic, and if she did go through with it?

It’d change a lot.

She’ll take the chance of being a coward any day over spilling her guts.

Riley’s never been one to believe in coincidence, so when Farkle swings through her window effortlessly later that day, she can’t help but damn fate a little.

“Alright, you, me, AP Literature. Now,” he says, tossing his bag onto her floor and landing on her bed with a thud. Riley pushes her feelings way down inside her, swallows them until she’s able to pretend they’re nonexistent, and glances up at him.

“Why does it feel like all you ever come to me for anymore is AP Lit stuff?”

Farkle scoffs.

“Please, we had a horror movie marathon last weekend. Plus, I brought a bribe. You do still take bribes, right?” he asks, pulling out a bag of sour gummy worms.

“Your bribe has been accepted. Gimme,” she thrusts her hand out, making a grabbing motion. Farkle laughs giving her the bag. She tries to tear it open with her teeth when she can’t rip it with her hands, whooping triumphantly when it tears.

“Don’t hog those. I want some, too.”

Riley wants to tell him he could bugger off, but she knows that sentiment would be null and void. She’d rather give up an arm than force him out of her space, and if that meant sharing his gift of sour gummy worms, she would.

“Leave the—”

“Blue-red ones, I know,” he finishes cheekily, pulling a couple of yellow-red ones out and plopping them into his mouth.

“So, AP Lit?” she asks. Farkle pulls out his textbook and notebook, settling himself comfortably on the end of her bed.

“Am I allowed to say I don’t love poetry? Because this class makes me not a fan of poetry,” he says, nose curling as he reads a question, “Why aren’t there any good science poems?”

“There are, you just aren’t looking for them,” Riley tells him simply.

“Lies. Name one off the top of your head right now,” Farkle jibes, throwing a gummy worm at her.

“The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams. ‘I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.’ If I ever did get a tattoo, it’d be with that quote,” she answers, picking the gummy worm off herself and eating it. She looks back at Farkle, who remains . . . unconvinced.

“Pretty quote, still not interested in poetry. I think it’s the form.”

“Okay, what if I told you to look at the scientific method steps like a poem? Because it basically is. BOOM, exploded your mind with hot knowledge!”

“Riley, please. Don’t ruin science for me.”

Riley sticks her tongue out at him, gently kicking him in the thigh with her foot as she settled comfortably into against her pillows. She’s already finished her AP Lit homework, onto her AP Chemistry homework now, but she’s always ready to help Farkle when he needs it. The degree to which she’d drop everything for him, just for him, is downright . . .

Embarrassing.

But she’s learned to take it in stride. There’s something about his presence that always makes her feel a certain sort of way now, but she just reminds herself that this is Farkle, her best friend since she was five, and there’s nothing to be scared of.

Then Maya texts her, and she remembers what it is exactly she’d been fretting.

i know the minkus boy is at ur house!

he just sent me a snap of u

u look like ur having a midlife crisis on ur bed there

better fix that by

i dunno

ASKING HIM THE STUPID QUESTION

Riley shuts her phone off, tossing it to the side to return to her Chemistry textbook.

Chemistry! She’s supposed to be studying for chem, and she will not—it’s absolutely out of the question—say the question that’s in her head.

I thought Matthews’ don’t quit.

Damnit! Maya’s right, Matthews’ don’t quit.

They shouldn’t.

“Farkle?” she calls out to him, ignoring the way he’s mussed his hair in an adorable fashion from being fraught by the poems laid out in front of him.

“Yeah, Riles?”

“So . . .” Just ask it. Ask him, you dummy! “Uh, are you going with anyone to prom?”

“Oh,” he blinks, as if not anticipating the question (he probably wasn’t, come to think of it), “No, not that I’m aware of. Why do you ask?”

Here goes nothing.

“Youwannagotopromwithme?” Riley blurts all at once, the words rushing out of her mouth like vomit. Farkle stares at her, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times as if he’s trying to gauge if she’s serious or not. In fact, the longer he doesn’t talk, the quicker Riley tries to think of a way to recover from this, because ABORT MISSION ABORT!!!

“You know, if no one else asks you? Or you don’t ask anyone else? We can just go as friends,” she supplies, chuckling nervously. Something flashes across Farkle’s face, something that Riley thinks is akin to disappointment, but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone.

He shrugs.

“Sure, why not?”

Riley sighs with relief.

“Okay, cool. Just let me know, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The night does not return to normal after that. In fact, it’s awkward up until the moment Farkle swoops back out the window with a goodbye and a half-hearted smile. As soon as he vanishes, Riley collapses face-down into her pillow, screaming into it out of pure frustration.

We can just go as friends.

Who is she?! That’s not what she wanted at all, but she chickened out because Maya was freaking right!

But if she had seen the look on his face before she added that . . . Riley made the right decision. She’s sure of it, because if she had been serious?

That’d probably be it, friendship over.

It’s . . . it’s better this way.

She’s certain of it.

. . . Right?

“So?” Maya asks as she arrives beside Riley’s locker the next morning, their usual meet-up. Riley groans, leaning her head inside the locker.

“I asked him and then added just as friends when he didn’t respond right away. So, you know, I kind of asked.”

“Just as friends?!” Maya screeches at her. Riley places her hands on her own head.

“I know! I know. I wasn’t able to go to sleep last night. It was a stupid thing to do anyway, it just made everything a billion times more awkward. Why did I let you talk me into this, Maya?”

“Alright, did he say yes to that, at least?”

Riley nods her head.

“Okay, good. We can work with that. We’ll just have you romance him at prom, no problem.”

“What do you mean ‘no problem’? Yes, problem! I am not doing that, Peaches. I’ve humiliated myself enough for one lifetime. I think I’m going to opt out of prom, maybe bow out of senior year in disgrace or something.”

She hears Maya exhaust a long breath before she’s helping Riley out of her own locker, spinning her around and resting her hands on her shoulders.

“Riley Matthews, you are letting your feelings for a boy get to you too much. Yeah, he’s Farkle, but you’re Riley. You’re magnificent and amazing and if he doesn’t like you back? That’s his loss, because he missed the mark.”

“Thank you, Maya,” Riley smiles softly, hugging her best friend. Maya hugs her back and then releases her, giving her a look that can only mean trouble if Riley knows her well enough (and she does.)

“Okay, you know what? This whole ‘friends’ thing isn’t going to work. I need you to ask him out for real, because I know you’ll hate yourself for it if you don’t. I know it’s a hard thing to do, but you know better than anyone about making hard decisions. So do me a favor and ask him again by the end of this week—properly, mind you—and then the two of you will live freaking happily ever after because if I know Farkle, he’ll be hard pressed to say no. That boy has spent too much of his life in love with you. It’s not any different now.”

Riley allows herself to soak that in.

Is Maya really right? He did love her, but Riley’s not certain that was a real type of love. But then again, Farkle’s never been one to half-ass things. He’s loved her so many ways, so why not love her the way she loves him now?

“I’ll do it,” Riley agrees against her better judgement.

Wednesday passes. She doesn’t ask Farkle to the prom. Thursday passes. She doesn’t ask. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all whirl by her quickly, but she still hasn’t mustered the courage to ask. Even after the wonderful pep-talk Maya gave her, Riley still couldn’t find it in herself to breach the subject with him because she was just scared.

Liking Farkle really scared her, and she didn’t like that at all. Because scaring her meant that these feelings were more than just a passing phase, that she was bound to be stuck in this limbo of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not for the rest of forever until she broke it.

So Sunday night she plans to ask him Monday at the end of school, even gets Maya in on it so that she can’t back out again.

She can’t back out this time; she won’t do it.

When Monday rolls around, Riley thanks whoever is out there that, while they share classes, she and Farkle don’t share the same class periods. It’s what’s helped her endure her second semester of senior year; while she appreciates having him there, she’s not sure she wouldn’t waste her class time glancing at him across the room.

Her last class period of the day moves both fast and at a snail’s pace, so when the bell rings it surprises her so much that she takes her several minutes to gather her things. Riley’s never been more off her game in her entire life, but then again, she’s never had to actually ask Farkle to prom for real before.

(Well, she’s never had to ask Farkle out period. That was always his game, not hers. Too bad she can’t get pointers from him.)

Riley heads out to meet Maya at her locker, passing by the stragglers who haven’t made it out yet, but something catches her eye instead.

It’s Farkle, at his own locker, with a girl who has people standing with her, holding several letters decorated with fake flowers spelling out PROM.

Riley’s too late.

PEACHES

where were u???

i stayed at ur locker

like we planned

i even asked farkle if he saw u

he said he didn’t

so something happened

pls tell me ur okay ☹

Riley doesn’t bother texting Maya despite knowing she owes her best friend an explanation. She’s too busy wallowing in self-pity and the humiliation of rejection to deal with anyone right now.

She should’ve been quicker. She shouldn’t have been a chicken about it and just told him about her dumb, stupid feelings and gotten it over with. Anything at this point would be preferable to the sting Riley feels in her chest when she thinks about how she missed out on not just being Farkle’s date to prom but experiencing prom with him. It’s not the same without him by her side.

So no prom for Riley Matthews. She cashed in on her one chance at going Junior year, and as far as Riley was concerned, this probably meant her chance with Farkle, too.

But fate is not as kind to her, because Farkle climbs through her window, landing on the cushions of the bay window bench with a soft thud.

“What the heck,” he says, breathing out a sigh of relief when he’s spotted her, “Maya and I thought you died in a ditch! What were you thinking?”

Riley has no response for that. In fact, she’s pretty certain her brain’s shut off entirely for the foreseeable future, because in no way had she planned on encountering Farkle for as long as she could hold it off.

It’s now or never, Matthews, a voice that sounds vaguely like Maya whispers in her mind. Riley exhales.

Right.

“Are you going to prom with that girl?” she asks instead, eyes set with determination. Farkle stares at her, bewildered.

“What?! Your response to Maya and I worrying about your safety is some trivial question about prom?”

“It’s not trivial to me!” Riley exclaims, the burn of embarrassment bubbling up out of her. The intensity of her words must cross Farkle’s radar, because his eyes are widening.

“Riley? What’s going on?”

She makes a decision then, unable to fight with these godforsaken feelings any longer. She tosses the poster she’d worked painstakingly on for hours onto the bed, gesturing to it brazenly.

“I was going to ask you to prom for real today. I know I made a joke of it the other night, but I really meant it. I wanted to go to prom with you because I like you, Farkle. I’m tired of ignoring my feelings and pushing them away because I think it might benefit you. These feelings I have are real and they’re not going away any time soon, okay?”

Farkle’s eyes shift over to the poster, eyes tracing the words over and over again, as if it’s taking him a while to register it.

You. Me. Prom. Let’s do this thing?

It was hard for Riley to come up with a way to ask him that was both clever and meaningful, and she chose something that was between them and only them. He had once told her, “You. Me. Mars. Let’s do this thing.” It was always something that hardly meant anything to her back then but means the world to her now, or at least, it did before she realized she’d been too late.

“So?” Farkle asks, voice rough as if his throat had run dry. Riley tilts her head.

“What?”

“Are you going to ask me properly or not? We’re losing daylight here, Matthews,” Farkle says, arms crossed against his chest. Riley scoffs, rolling her eyes. She doesn’t quite get why he’s trying to be cruel to her at this point, but whatever.

“Farkle Minkus, I wanted to know. You. Me. Prom. Let’s do this thing?”

“Yes,” comes his answer, flowing off his tongue as if it’s the easiest thing he’s ever said in his life. Riley nearly jumps out of her seat but recovers at the last second.

“Yes?”

“Riley Matthews, yes, of course I’ll go to prom with you.”

“But—”

“No, I didn’t say yes to that other girl because I had already told you that we could go together. Sure I was kind of disappointed when you said it was as friends, but . . . you’re my best friend. It doesn’t matter what capacity our relationship is, I just want to be with you.”

Riley doesn’t get it.

“Wait, so what you’re saying is—”

“Riley Matthews, I’ve loved you since the first grade. I don’t think I ever stopped, really. So yes, I’ll go to prom with you as your date, because I’m so in love with you it isn’t funny,” Farkle tells her, giving her a gentle, lopsided grin. Riley scrambles off her bed the same time he rises from the bay window bench, the two of them embracing harder than she ever has in her entire life.

“I’m sorry I freaked out on you,” she admits into the crook of his neck. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“It’s okay. You’re the same Riley you’ve always been, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#riarkle #ask #riarkle fanfic #riarkle fanfiction #riley x farkle #farkle x riley #i should not have stayed up this late to finish this #but i was determined

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thievesgambit-a · 6 years

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headcanon 009: the science behind remy’s powers

thank @p-sychofreak for making me think about this harder and writing it down because i was mostly avoiding it because there’s a reason i decided to leave the physics department at my school.

so what comics say is “gambit’s powers is turning an object’s potential energy into kinetic energy and making shit explode” which is..........dumb because that’s really.....bullshit. I prefer to think of it as remy can accelerate the movement of atoms in inorganic material (and, without Sinister’s surgery, organic material, and can do it telekinetically, but the science still stands). and, in any case, this is what his “actual” counterpart, New Son or New Sun, has been described as being able to do (i.e. manipulating particles at a quantum level), so basically it’s canon and i’m right.

there’s some science shit under the cut, although i’m not going to explain everything because.......that would take a lot of effort (there’s a few aspects of chemistry and physics that I don’t feel like going into for a random ass headcanon post on tumblr rn). I’ll link some wiki pages at the end if you REALLY wanna know, and you can talk to me if you REALLY wanna talk it out. but basically: the greater the surface area, the bigger the explosion by an exponential factor rather than a linear one (but more time to charge, obviously).

so when electrons are excited, they jump from energy level to energy level (i.e. the rings around the nucleus in atom pictures), they release photons (i.e. light particles) and radiation. the increase in energy also releases some heat, which is true in any transfer of energy (see: headcanon 007). so what Remy is really doing when he “charges” an object is accelerating its atoms until electrons have bounced out of the energy levels in atoms and away from their nuclei, thus making the particles highly unstable and thus triggering an explosion on impact or after a specific amount of time (at which point the atoms break down and explode). Remy has developed an instinctual gauge on how much he needs to charge objects he’s used to (like his playing card) in order to explode in a certain amount of time.

this makes his explosions and objects he charges actually more nuclear in nature, because they depend on cascading electrons and the unstable reactions in the material. however, because the objects are so small, I wouldn’t really say the amount of radiation is very dangerous--and I really wouldn’t say Remy is dangerously radioactive, himself. yeah, he seeps radiation, but honestly, so do the rest of us. his is just minutely greater than everyone else’s.

anyways. so that’s what his power is doing. obviously, there’s some magic mutant bullshit in there, because I for one have never heard of scientists trying to heat objects so much that they explode.

I also believe that, the greater the surface area of the object he is charging, the greater the explosion--and the strength of the explosion grows exponentially rather than linearly. that is to say, an object that has twice the surface area of a playing card might have quadruple the explosion strength at full charge (this is just an approximation/example).

in idealized black bodies, which are objects that absorb all radiation and energy, their heat and radiation levels increase exponentially depending on their surface area (and later drop off after a certain frequency in the applied wave is reached). the general equation for this is referred to the Planck’s law. most metals can be considered black bodies--although not pure ones, since there’s usually random shit in them. but, you know that metal spoon that heats up when you leave it in your soup for too long, or how your bowls get hot if you leave them in the microwave for a while? black body radiation.

anyways, you can think of Planck’s law as describing how many photons an object is giving off, or how much energy the object is giving off in the form of radiation. the more energy you put in, the more radiation you get. as you can see from the helpful example curves Wikipedia provides, the growth and decay are exponential (which can also be seen clearly from the units and the equation provided, themselves).

notice that the final units of the radiation (i.e. Bν) of the blackbody have inverse unit meters squared (i.e. the area of the object). "unit” refers to 1 of something--in this case, 1 square meter of the object. depending on the frequency, wavelength, and other factors of the energy going into the object, its power can change. that means that, for two square unit meters of the item, the power is doubled, and for three, tripled, etc.

but remember that the equation itself is exponential, which means we have a (f3/2(x))(SA-1), where SA is the surface area (to the inverse, because that's where the units go) and f(x) is some function that is raised to an exponential (i.e. Planck’s law). clearly, then, the ultimate function is exponential in nature. because the greater the area, the less the ultimate explosion, Remy needs to put in more energy and power to get the same amount of explosion--but then again, since it's a greater surface area, usually it can hold more energy, and he continues to increase the radiation and instability in the object. because electrons tend to react off of each other at an exponential rate releative to how much of them there are, the power increases exponentially as well.

if you look at the Wiki, the growth isn’t infinite--which is great, because that would break physics on a couple of levels that I won’t get into. so Remy instinctively has the ability to use the appropriate level of power or just below it so he does not reach that drop off point, although he does not consistently hit the peak radiation levels either. and, with objects he is less familiar with, he is more likely to fuck up the amount of energy he has to put in.

obviously, this is all pseudo science and some bullshitting on my part, because on some level I don’t want to think too hard because it’s fucking mutant superpowers and this will never happen in real life and trying to explain it scientifically is a dumb idea to me because like this isn’t even science but if it was kinda sciencey then this is the shit I would say.

if you’re a physics or chem person and see all the shit that’s bullshitted in this don’t @ me like i know. i don’t feel like rationalizing it it’s fucking comics dude let me live.

#❛ ♠ ⁞ it’s all in the cards — headcanons #i also haven't done physics in like 3 years b/c i left that department for writing #b/c writing is easier LMAO #anyways i didn't take higher level quantum so don't attack me

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spring-emerald · 6 years

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any daichi ship + 20 (assignment) for the fic ask c:

Hello there dear @cowardlyshitfish! Thank you very much for sending one in! I took the ‘any Daichi ship’ as an invitation to write KuroDai so yeah. I hope you don’t mind.

Okay, so this one turned out to be different, I guess? Like seriously i don’t know what happened. But I am inexperienced when it comes to writing this kind of stuff, so sorry for any inaccuracies. And just a little warning, there are mentions of crime, OC death, and drugs, but it’s very, very minor, and just part of the background building.

Yeah. Please enjoy! :D

Kuroo stands up fromhis chair when Chief Ukai entered the briefing room, Saeko-san trailing behindhim. He greets them with a polite bow, but Ukai only gestures for him to sitdown, not one for pleasantries. He does the same on the chair directly oppositeKuroo, taking a folder from Saeko before she went to sit on the corner behindhim.

“You have a newassignment, Kuroo,” he says, sliding the folder across the smooth metal table.

Kuroo glances at him,before he pulls it closer. When he opens it, a photo of a guy is the firstthing he sees. He studies the short dark hair and dark brown eyes, set in asoft but chiseled tanned face. He looks like a typical nice guy, if the and smilehe has on the photo is to go by. He flips the photo over in favor of readinghis personal information.

His name is SawamuraDaichi and he’s 20 years old, just like Kuroo. He just scans the rest of theinformation, opting to go straight to the detail of his assignment.

The brief case notes on the next page tells about how three weeks ago, Sawamura had been anaccidental witness to a crime. Victim was dead on arrival, but a suspect detained. Anothersuspect is being hunted.

However, upon furtherinvestigation, it turns out that it was more than just robbery with homicide,as police have reasons to believe that it’s related to a large syndicateworking underground, one that they have been trying to get their hands on.

This situationconfused Kuroo.

“If he’s thisimportant,” he begins, slowly looking up to Ukai. “Why isn’t he under thewitness protection program?”

“Because he thinks it’sjust a case of mugging turned bad and bloody. He doesn’t even know that thevictim didn’t make it.”

“What made themassume that it’s connected to a syndicate?”

Ukai sighs. “Thesuspect. He didn’t crack under interrogation, well trained to keep quiet. Buthe has a tattoo, which is believed to be the symbol of the organization, wornby its members. Autopsy report of the victim’s body says that it bore the sametattoo.”

Kuroo keeps silent,mulling over the information. If Sawamura had seen two suspects, but only oneof them had been caught, there is a possibility that the other suspect saw thearrest and recognized him. Of course there’s a possibility of the opposite too,that the other suspect had already escaped and didn’t linger to actually seeSawamura, but one can never be too sure.

Kuroo flips back tothe photo attached to the document. Sawamura looks like the average guy. Kindtoo, one that looks like someone who would help elders cross the street, but notexactly the brave, stand up against people with weapons type of guy.

“It’s been threeweeks since the incident, and we kept him under overt surveillance since then, andnothing has happened to Sawamura, which is good.” Ukai says. Kuroo feels there’sa ‘but’, hanging in there.

“However, we cannotleave this to chance alone. If this is really connected to the organization, theymight just be laying low for the mean time especially since that one of them hadbeen caught and the Sawamura’s security is tight. It’s possible that they’rejust waiting for the optimal time to strike Sawamura out.”

Which is highlyprobable, Kuroo thinks. It’s been three weeks since one of them had beencaught, but if the police still can’t get a lead to the organization, they’llhave reasons to believe that their man did not tattle. And if they are as notoriousas Kuroo had read, then they’ll definitely avenge their man, just for the sakeof brotherhood.

It’s justpossibilities and probabilities at this point, but there is no guarantee thatSawamura is far from danger.

Everything suddenlymakes sense. “You’re assigning me to be his bodyguard.”

Ukai scoffs andsmirks at him, eyes glinting with mischief, but Kuroo sees a hint of pride inthem as well.

“Yes. Also, you’regoing to be his classmate.”

Without a word, Saekoputs down a manila envelope in front of Kuroo.

“The documents youneed for your assignment are inside,” Ukai drawls. “Congratulations on makingit to Tokyo University.”

Kuroo’s goingundercover then. This doesn’t make him feel happy though. There’s a naggingfeeling in the back of his head and he feels like there is something missing…something wrong with that arrangement.

If Sawamura justneeds a guard to watch out for him covertly, he can do that without exactly havingto go undercover. They’re expecting him to be in danger once they pull outovert surveillance, sure, and there’s a high possibility of that… but to go asfar as going undercover for a simple possibility, no matter how high, is stillunusual. Unless…

Kuroo eyes widened,and he looks at Ukai alarmed. For his part, the Chief didn’t even flinch whenit turned accusatory.

“…You’re going to use him asbait.”

Chief Ukai doesn’tsay anything, but he doesn’t have to. He had the decency to look guilty at thecorrect assumption.

“He’s a civilian,”Kuroo points out.

“We are aware ofthat, Kuroo.”

“Then why are youputting his life in danger?” He says indignantly. Mostly for Sawamura, whose only fault was to help someone he thinks is innocent.

They still have asuspect in custody. They could just torture him more to talk. Interrogation Specialistsare creative. He knows because he’d seen some of them work. Ukai, as the Chiefwho oversees everything, should know this.

Ukai grunts andscratches the back of his head, losing his proper posture. “We’re going to tryand crack the man as much as we can Kuroo, but until that happens, Sawamura isthe best chance to lead us to the organization. We don’t know how long thatwill take,” Ukai puts up a hand to stop Kuroo when he as much just opens hismouth to retort and continues.

“Or whichever willcome first, but we must not leave any openings. This is to give the men behind theorganization a false sense of security. The slightest slip from their sidewould be our best chance and we’d like to secure that in any way we can.” Ukaimeets his eyes seriously. “Do you understand, Kuroo? You are going to be oureyes, and most importantly, Sawamura’s protection.”

Don’t let us down was left unsaid, but Kuroo heard it loud and clear.

Kuroo wets his lips.The directive and assignment is logical, and objectively, he agrees with theprocedure. He looks down at Sawamura’s smiling face again. He hasn’t even methim, doesn’t really know him, exceptfrom what he’s read about in his file, but damn if he doesn’t already feel protectiveof him.

He glances at ChiefUkai, and they engage in a staring battle, gauging each other, but Kuroo knowshe’s lost it even before it’s begun. He closes his eyes and sighs.

“Fine.”

Ukai lean back on hischair, a bit smug. “Good. You’ll start next week. Use the time you have tostudy up your cover and Sawamura’s schedule. Everything you need is in there,”he nods at the manila envelope.

“If you don’t haveany questions, you’re dismissed.” Ukai says this, but he’s the first to standand leave, while Saeko remained with Kuroo.

He puts down thefolder, and gets the manila envelope and opens it to check its contents. Hewhistles when he saw the fake degree they put up for him.

“Really? Bachelor ofScience in Chemistry?” He looks at Saeko. “Aren’t you afraid I’m going to learnhow to cook drugs?”

Saeko scoffs at him. “Asif you don’t already know how to.” She finally stands up from her seat, walkingtowards the door. “We know that you have a penchant for mixing chemicals andmaking things explode in your free time, is why we considered it. You should bethankful.”

Kuroo stands up andgathers the files. “Why, thank you for your gracious consideration,” he sayswithout missing a beat, placing a hand on his chest, but Saeko only snorts.

“Whatever brat, getout of here. I have to close this up.”

“Alright, alright,”he says, finally leaving, but not before giving Saeko a two-fingered salute.

—–

It’s his first day inhis undercover job and he’s standing in the middle of the blissfully notcrowded coffee shop Sawamura works part time at. He’d stop by this place a fewdays ago to check the vicinity, but it’s his first time to enter theestablishment. He tries to center himself, pretending to check out the menufrom afar, trying to act like the typical undecided customer.

It’s also his firsttime seeing Sawamura in person, and hopefully, he’ll get to meet him.

The counter isstrangely empty of baristas, but he decides to walk closer, eyes still trainedon the menu, but now seriously considering what to order as the drinks they’re offeringall look and sound interesting.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

Kuroo startles a bitand when he looks down, he’s met with a familiar face, but with a wider smileand even warmer eyes.

The first thought hehad is that the photos do not give Sawamura Daichi any justice. Then ascreeching sound of all his thoughts halting at that admission.

“Are you stillundecided?” Sawamura asks politely, and that served as Kuroo’s cue to shut hisopen mouth and nod dumbly.

Sawamura beam at him.“Well, maybe I can give you some recommendations.” He grabs smaller menu fromthe table and shows it to Kuroo. “Are you more of a coffee person or more of atea person?”

“I don’t know,” Kurooanswers dazedly. “I’m just a person.”

Sawamura just blinksat him, before he chuckles. The sound of his laugh waking Kuroo up from hisstupor. Just what has he been saying, dammit. He doesn’t get the chance toflounder for a response.

“Don’t worry. You’rea good looking one,” Sawamura says lightly, then he stops, his smile freezingalong with his body.

Kuroo stops as well,comprehending what Sawamura had just said. Gaining confidence from the waySawamura is starting to get red in the face, he slowly breaks out his smirk. Whichgot the intended effect of making Sawamura blush even more.

This assignment isgoing to be a whole lot interesting after all.

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The swing of your hips

Prompt from @ididntasktogetmadedidi : The reader is an actress working on the set with Tom for the new movie and the director keeps getting annoyed because she naturally sways her hips a lot. Tom decides to help out, because god damn those hips of hers and what they do to him.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2512

Warning: Smut, language

You slammed the door of your apartment. It was late and you had just had a long “discussion” with Tom about the status of… well whatever the hell this was. He did not want to pursue a relationship with you even though there was definite chemistry between you. The excuse was “it is too difficult to maintain a work relationship with a romantic one. Perhaps when we aren’t working together.”

If that was how he wanted it, fine. You would maintain a strictly professional relationship with him while filming. After filming you would go on to your next project and not have to deal with seeing him every bloody day. If you were not good enough for him to be with now, then he did not deserve to have you anytime. That was the thought you went to sleep with that night. Though your heart was still hurting.

Getting ready the next morning for the early call, you tried to keep your positive attitude. With coffee in hand, you walked towards your trailer determined to smile and greet every person who crossed your path. Even Tom, as he stood talking to one of the producers. They both looked up as you walked by; you shared that determined smirk with them. “Good morning boys. Lovely day isn’t it?”

Tom nodded his head in your direction looking as though he was trying to gauge your mood. Expecting to see a sad, emotional woman, he got quite the opposite. You looked bright and happy wearing a pair of jeans that hugged your curves in all the right places. When you were younger having curvy hips and ass had been somewhat of a problem for you. It had been one of your insecurities. However, since becoming an actor you embraced it. Especially now when Tom could not take his eyes off your hips as you walked by. Putting an extra swing in your step, you winked at him over your shoulder as you passed by. He huffed a moment, before shaking his head and returning to the conversation.

Preparing for your morning call, you reread your lines ensuring you had everything memorized as your hair was being done. Stepping out of the trailer in your costume, you made your way towards the set. Half way there, Tom had caught up with you whispering in your ear. “What are you playing at? I thought we had settled things.”

Settled things? Really? Idiot… “I am not playing at anything. You don’t want a relationship with me. So I am going about my life and my job. What, did you expect me to do? Sit home, crying? Sorry Hiddleston, that ain’t me.” You left him to stare at you as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. The rest of the morning passed quickly with the cast and crew finishing two important scenes without an issue. Both you and Tom were complete professionals acting as though nothing was bothering you. Though you could tell, he was having difficulty maintaining his composure between scenes. Before the previous night’s “discussion”, you would spend time together during breaks, running lines, eating and just enjoying the other’s company.

Today that did not happen. You went back to your trailer a few times; made sure your makeup and hair were perfect and even ate at one of the tables by yourself as you played on your phone. On the outside to everyone, you looked perfectly fine. On the inside, you missed being around Tom terribly, but this is what he wanted.

Tom was not faring any better. He did not think in his attempt to keep a professional manner with you that it would also entail losing any personal contact. Not hearing your laugh at one of his lame jokes or you stealing a piece of his lunch caused an ache in his chest that he was not enjoying. Perhaps he had been hasty in his decision to distance himself from you. So many times in the past, relationships started on set had come back to bite him hard on the ass. Now the only thing he wanted to do was the same thing to you.

Twice during the break for lunch, you had caught Tom staring at you. You would smile sweetly at him and go back to doing whatever you were doing. It was driving him crazy. The afternoon scenes did not follow the same trend at the morning. Several times the director had to stop the scene to tell you to stop swaying your hips. In the scene your character was supposed to be devastated over the loss of her sister and Tom’s character was supposed to be comforting you. But whenever you walked away, your hips would swing portraying something completely different than what the scene required.

Tom would rub his face after the scene was stopped and the director by the third time was growing aggravated. You apologized profusely and promised it would not happen again. Somehow, you were able to finish the afternoon without his head exploding. Though perhaps just barely. Leaving the set as quickly as possible, you wanted to get home to have a glass of wine before you irritated anyone else. The director sat in his chair replaying parts of the scenes to decide if they would need to be reshot the next day. As Tom walked by, he grabbed his arm lightly.

“Tom, man talk to [Y/N]. She needs to tone it down so we can get this finished. I don’t have the time to keep stopping because she doesn’t know she is doing it. She needs to focus.” Tom agreed, telling him he would talk to you this evening.

You were leaning back on the couch with a glass of white wine in hand. Staring up at the ceiling now for a good thirty minutes, you replayed the day in your mind. Tomorrow you would have to do better before they remove you completely from the film. A knock on the front door pulled you from your thoughts. Glass in hand you looked through the peephole seeing Tom there. You sighed loudly before opening the door. “I know, I will try harder tomorrow. You could have just texted me instead of driving all the way over here.”

Tom frowned looking down at you. “I’d rather tell you in person. You are supposed to focus and tone it down, I believe it what he said.”

Rolling your eye you leaned your head against the door. “Yes. I will focus and tone it down. Happy?”

“Not really. Can I come in?” He actually wanted to come in? What for? Groaning internally, you stepped back allowing him to move past you. Closing the door quietly you turned back towards him. Completely not expecting to be pushed up against the door with a heated kiss. The glass in your hand fell to the floor, forgotten for the moment. “I wanted to forget this, forget what is building here. But you won’t let me.”

He kissed you again, his tongue pushing and playing against yours. His body pressing further against you. It felt like there was no air to breathe but him. Your arms slid around his neck as you leaned against his chest. “Those damn hips of yours, I swear to God I am going to leave my mark all over them.” The threat caused a shiver to run down your spine. You had to pull back and push him away from you, walking past him. Your fingers on your lips, feeling the burning heat he had caused.

“You came here to what? Fuck me then go back to ‘just professional’? As much as I want you, and oh my God do I want you, I don’t sleep around. It isn’t worth the heart ache.” The pounding of your heart made it hard to breath, as the throbbing between your legs made it hard to think.

“You think I came here for just a roll in the sack? I cannot bloody stop thinking about you. Do you know how frustrating that is?”

Rolling your eyes again, you crossed your arms over your chest. ‘Oh no I have no clue what that’s like.’ You thought, sarcastically to yourself.

“And if you actually think I would let anyone else touch you in the way I plan on touching you, you have gone mad. You are mine.” That was it, you were lost. Two steps was all it took and you were in his arms again, kissing as though your lives depended on it. “Where is your bed?”

You giggled as he nipped down your neck. “Second door after the kitchen.” Tom picked you up, threw you over his shoulder before walking towards the bedroom. You squealed your delight as he slapped your ass once to calm you. Of course it did not work.

“Quiet it before I have to do something drastic.” Laughing this time, he threw you down onto the bed.

“I think I like drastic.” Tom smirked as he laid beside you on the bed. Kissing you deeply and running his hand over your hip. It was not long before your clothes were strewn about the room. He still had his clothes on which was starting to frustrate you. You wanted to feel his bare skin against yours. Pulling his shirt over his head took little time but as you tried to remove his pants, he stopped you. “Oh no darling that is as far as you get for now. Until I get what I want.” He pinned one of your hands to the bed as he traveled down lower. Stealing a kiss from your lips before running his warm wet tongue down your neck.

He nipped at your collarbone leaving a pink mark before traveling down to your breasts. The torture he inflicted there had you swearing all sorts of colorful words at him. He teased first with his tongue, letting it swirl around lightly before taking the nipple into his mouth. Sucking gently before increasing the pressure to bring all the blood and color to it. Then he bit lightly causing you to moan. He repeated that on the other breast while still pinning your one arm down. Your free hand ran through his thick hair, he was going to make you cum just from that if he continued.

After finishing his fun with your breasts his mouth traveled even lower. Tom let go of your hand to grip your hips with a bruising force. His fingers dug into your skin and you could not wait to see the marks in the mirror in the morning. He sucked and bit, leaving dark marks over each hip ensuring the it would be days before they faded away. “You don’t know the thoughts I’ve had of these being wrapped around me. Of marking them and fucking you into oblivion.”

“Just do it, all of it. Don’t stop.” You words were breathless as you pressed your hips against his face. Tom laughed a low, dark laugh. The sound was pure sex in itself. Pushing your thighs wide, he gave one last bite to your inner thigh before concentrating on more sensitive places. That evil tongue of his circled your clit in a way, forcing you to call out his name as your hips pressed against his mouth. He smiled increasing the pace and the pressure, eliciting more of the sounds that were causing his cock to harden into steel in his jeans. Enough so that he had to unbutton them, and pull it free before he caused himself pain.

That only took a moment before he went back to teasing you to no end. He slipped one finger into your pussy feeling just how wet you had become for him. “Oh darling so ready for me.” Sitting back, he grabbed your hips again to turn you over. It happened so quickly and you were prepared to let him do anything he pleased. Tom pulled your ass high into the air as he pressed your head down against the bed. One thumb went to rub over your clit as his tongue slipped into your pussy, moving in a circle tasting you. “You taste so sweet. So very sweet.”

All the movement and the words, the sensations were getting to be too much. You were not going to be able to last for much longer. “Tom… fuck… I’m going too…”

“Shhh, just feel it.” His thumb had picked up pace, as his tongue went deep. The feeling started to build deep in your belly until it reached that point of no return. You screamed out his name as your body shook against him. He grinned wickedly a moment before sitting up and moving behind you, slamming his cock deep inside you as you came.

“Fuck Tom…” You could feel his jeans brushing against your thighs as he moved within you. Oh, the sight it must be, his naked ass, with his jeans pushed down enough so he could fuck you. What had you gotten yourself into? Whatever it was, you were so glad you did.

Gripping your hips tight, he slide himself in and out of you. Thrusting at a pace that would probably have you screaming again in the not far future. “[Y/N], how is it… you feel so damned good?” You pushed back against him wanting to feel every bit of him. For that, you were rewarded with a slap to one of your ass cheeks. The handprint now flaming on your ass stung but it only turned you on further. When you pushed again another slap to the other cheek. “I told you I would mark you all over.”

Tom had bent low to growl into your ear. Then he bit hard onto your shoulder causing you to cry out. “That’s my girl.” A lot of makeup would be necessary to cover that mark tomorrow. His thrusts quickened as one hand returned to grip your hip. The other slipped into your hair to grab a handful, pulling you back further onto his cock. Damn the man, he knew how to drive you crazy. It would not be long now.

You gripped the sheets of the bed as you arched your back letting him slide as deep as he could. That wonderful sensation building again, though far quicker this time until you screamed out, shuddering against him. Tom was not far behind as your release fueled his own, especially feeling your wetness trickle down between your cheeks.

“Fuck, [Y/N]… Yes…” He groaned, his thrusts slowing but harder, wanting to draw out the feeling inside you as long as he could. When he had finished, both of you fell onto the bed, breathing hard.

“Yeah… I am yours. Sure as hell not letting you go after that.” Tom grinned with a half an attempt at a laugh. You lifted your head to look at the half-naked man on your bed. Fuck, it really was sexy as hell, with his ass hanging out of his jeans.

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LEGO produces roughly 19 billion elements each year [PDF], and until recently, most of those bricks, minifigures, and accessories were made using oil. Now, the toy company has announced that it’s experimenting with more sustainable production methods for certain items. As Mashable reports, the company will start selling ‘botanical’ pieces made from real plants this year.

To craft the new type of material, LEGO is sourcing sugarcane from Brazil. The crops are grown on agricultural land rather than former rainforests, and the sourcing has received the stamp of approval from the Bioplastic Feedstock Alliance, an organization that encourages corporations to make sustainable, plant-based plastics.

Making LEGO parts from sugarcane results in a softer plastic, so the new method will only be used to make plant pieces like leaves, bushes, and trees for now. The bioplastic botanicals will start appearing in LEGO boxes this year and become standard by the end of 2018.

“The LEGO Group’s decision to pursue sustainably sourced bio-based plastics represents an incredible opportunity to reduce dependence on finite resources,” Alix Grabowski, a senior program officer at the World Wildlife Fund, said in a release from LEGO.

Though the switch will reduce the company’s carbon footprint, the bioplastic botanicals still only make up of a small fraction of their total product line. LEGO says the change represents one step in its mission to use sustainable materials in core products and packaging by 2030.

[h/t Mashable]

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Why Scientists Are Hunting Down Iguanas in Florida

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In South Florida, iguanas had better watch their backs. That’s because scientists are on an unusual hunt to kill them, with the help of captive bolt guns and a $63,000 research grant, according to the Sun Sentinel.

It’s not as cruel as it might seem at first glance. The green iguana, native to Central and South America, is an invasive species in Florida. The large lizards—which can grow up to 6 feet long—first made it to Florida in the 1960s, and as their population has exploded, they have expanded farther north. The reptiles damage roads, sidewalks, sea walls, and flood-control canals with their burrows; chomp their way through landscaping; spread Salmonella, largely by pooping in people’s backyard pools; and compete with the endangered Miami blue butterfly for precious food resources.

The population boom has caused an uptick in complaints from residents, Florida Fish and Wildlife’s Sarah Funck told the Sun Sentinel in 2017, pushing the state to find new strategies to deal with the reptiles. One approach? Hire scientists to hunt them down and kill them.

As part of the Florida Fish and Wildlife research project, 15 University of Florida biologists have been tasked with executing as many iguanas as possible in Broward County (home to Fort Lauderdale and parts of the Miami metropolitan area), setting out in teams of two at night. Armed with flashlights and captive bolt guns—which are often used on animals in slaughterhouses and are considered a humane way of killing an animal instantly and painlessly—the researchers attempt to sneak up on sleeping lizards and shoot them before they can scurry away. They also sometimes dispatch the iguanas by smashing their heads against a hard surface, including the side of a truck or a boat.

They’ve exterminated 249 lizards so far. They take the dead animals back to the lab to be weighed and measured for their dataset, then deposit the carcasses in a landfill. The iguana killing spree is expected to last into May.

While they have tried trapping the iguanas in county parks, they haven’t succeeded in capturing any with that method.

As part of the Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission’s iguana-eradicating efforts, the agency has also been hosting public workshops on how to deter and trap iguanas and has hired a dedicated trapper to control populations on public lands in the Florida Keys.

[h/t Sun Sentinel]

7 Technologies That Are Revolutionizing Ocean Exploration

The Earth is an ocean planet—more than 70 percent of the surface is covered by seawater. But despite being such an essential part of life, the deepest parts of the world’s oceans are still largely unexplored. According to the American Museum of Natural History in New York, merely 10 to 15 percent of the seafloor has been mapped with accuracy, which means we know less about the seafloor than the surface of Mars.

But the state of sea exploration is changing fast. The dark, high-pressure conditions of the ocean depths that once made research there impossible are now being explored with cutting-edge technology. That new tech and the discoveries to come from it are the focus of a new exhibition at the American Museum of Natural History called Unseen Oceans. As museum curator John Sparks said at a press preview, the goal of the exhibition is to show visitors “how little we know, and to tell them how much we’re learning so rapidly with technology.”

Here are some of the technologies featured in the exhibition, which opens March 12.

1. FLUORESCENCE-DETECTING CAMERAS TO FIND GLOWING FISH

One of the biggest recent discoveries made in the field of deep ocean exploration is the proliferation of biofluorescence in the darkest parts of the sea. Realms that look pitch black to human eyes are actually filled with more than 250 species of fish glowing in red, orange, and green hues. One of these species is the catshark, which fluoresces green in the dim blue light that reaches the sea floor. To detect this effect, researchers built a camera that filters out certain wavelengths of light like the shark’s eye does. (This is how the sharks see each other in the darkness.) Combined with artificial blue light to enhance the fluorescent color, this equipment allows scientists to record the light show.

2. AN ALL-IN-ONE ECHOSOUNDER, SPEAKER, AND MICROPHONE THAT “SPEAKS WHALE”

Listening to whales vocalize tells us a lot about the way they live and interact, but this is difficult to do when a species spends most of its time in the deep ocean. In order to eavesdrop on beaked whales, scientists needed to fit sophisticated acoustic equipment into a submersible built to explore high-pressure environments. Enter the Deep Ocean REMUS Echosounder, or DOR-E. (REMUS stands for “Remote Environmental Monitoring UnitS.”) Developed by marine scientist Kelly Benoit-Bird and her team at the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute, the autonomous underwater vehicle can reach depths up to 1970 feet and has enough battery life to record a day’s worth of deep-sea audio. The device was named for Finding Nemo‘s Dory because it “speaks whale,” according to Unseen Oceans.

3. SOFT GRIPPERS FOR GENTLY COLLECTING SPECIMENS

Collecting specimens at the bottom of the ocean isn’t as simple as collecting them on land; researchers can’t just step out of their submersible to pick up a mollusk from the seabed. The only way to retrieve a sample at such depths is with a machine. When these machines are designed to be bulky and rigid to withstand the intense water pressure around them, they can end up crushing the specimen before scientists have the chance to study it. So-called soft grippers are a clever alternative. Memory foam evenly distributes the force around the creature being handled, and Kevlar lace keeps the fingers from spreading when they inflate with water. Even with its squishy construction, the mechanism is sturdy enough to work at depths reaching 1000 feet.

4. AFFORDABLE AQUATIC DRONES TO EXPLORE HIGH-PRESSURE DEPTHS

A remotely operated vehicle (ROV) can explore the tight, crushing pockets of the ocean that human divers can’t reach. This technology is often costly and limited to research teams with big budgets. A new company called OpenROV aims to make underwater drones more accessible to everyday explorers. Their signature ROV, Trident, starts at just $1500.

5. SATELLITE IMAGING FOR MAPPING THE OCEAN FLOOR

Sometimes the easiest way for scientists to get a view of the bottom of the ocean is by sending equipment to space. Satellites in orbit can estimate measurements of the peaks and valleys shaping the seabed by beaming radar pulses towards Earth and calculating the time it takes for them to bounce back. While this method doesn’t provide a terribly accurate map of the ocean floor, it can be used to gauge depths in even the most remote areas.

6. SWARMS OF MINI ROBOTS THAT BOB AND FLOAT LIKE PLANKTON

Autonomous undersea robots come in all shapes and sizes. Mini-autonomous underwater explorers, or m-AUEs, developed by Scripps oceanographer Jules Jaffe are meant to be deployed in large groups or “swarms.” The grapefruit-sized devices act like plankton, bobbing at a constant depth in the ocean and measuring factors like water temperature. By studying the underwater explorers, scientists hope to better understand how plankton, major contributors of the Earth’s oxygen, thrive and travel through the sea.

7. SUCTION-CUP “TAGS” FOR STUDYING JELLIES

This technology is so new, it hasn’t hit the water yet. Once it’s ocean-ready, researchers plan to attach the miniature suction cups to the bells of jellies. The device automatically measures a jelly’s movements and ocean chemistry as the animal swims around. Eventually the jelly regenerates the top layer of its bell, shedding the tag and moving on unharmed. Once detached, the tag floats to the water’s surface where it alerts scientists to its location via a VHF antenna and green reflective tape.