#AI wrote this and I was laughing my ass off

[your-mom-number3]

Jason Kolchek x Clarice Stokes x Reader

Smut. It’s Smut, you’ve been warned.

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Y/N, Jason, and Clarice all get into bed as the prepare for their threesome. Both Y/N and Clarice's boobs shine in the dim light and Jason stares at them with a hard cock. Y/N, the woman, stares at her two lovers before asking "Yall ready for some fuckin?" Jason, the man, and clarice, the woman, both nod excitedly. They pull Y/N into their arms as she pushes Jason onto his back and takes the lips of Y/N in the pleasure of the night.

Sadly for Jason, that's not quite what Y/N is aiming for. She looks up to the ceiling in disappointment as she's forced onto her back before Y/N crawls on top of her. As Y/N grinds her cock into her new friend, Jason watches with heartbreak as Y/N lowers her hips onto Clarice's beautiful breasts.

Y/N gasps from pleasure as she slowly inserts a second finger into Clarice. Y/N slowly slides her cock in and out of Clarice's warm hole.

When Y/N was finished, Y/N looks up to the ceiling and asks "Yall ready for another threesome?" Jason, Y/N, and Clarice all nod eagerly, and once again Y/N pulls Jason on top of Clarice. Y/N grins at him as she lies on her back, and with a sickening feeling in her stomach, Jason pushes his rock hard cock into her.

That's when Clarice attacks him, straddling his waist with one knee on each side of him, and tears him apart with brutal and animalistic slaps to the face. As Y/N watches, she feels her own wet pussy dripping and tries to think of the sadistic and erotic woman that does it.

Suddenly the lights turn off and Jason screams in pain. As the lights come back on, Y/N and Clarice are still locked in their embrace as Clarice climbs off and straddles Y/N’s lap. Y/N smiles in ecstasy as Clarice starts to take Y/N’s tight pussy in her mouth.

As Clarice finishes giving Y/N head, Y/N turns her head to the ceiling, closes her eyes, and smiles as she feels Clarice sliding a finger inside her. Y/N whispers "fuckkkk yoooouuuuuuu."

Clarice takes her finger out and says "Mmm, I always love eating Y/N out." Y/N laughs "You'd be my second favourite!" Clarice straddles Y/N’s face as Y/N takes her perfect breasts in her hands and starts to massage them. "Thanks for the compliment," Clarice says. Y/N responds by kissing her slowly, deeply, and passionately.

[apollo-zero-one]

Man I can't believe I had the chance to go to a performing arts school up through middle school and I fuckin quit after 6 months just because I got bullied. BRO YOUR HOMEWORK WAS POETRY!! YOU HAD TO PRACTICE DANCING TO COTTON EYE JOE AS YOUR BIG UNIT TEST. GYM CLASS HAD A CIRCUS UNIT!! YOU HAD A WHOLE DAILY CLASS ON IMPROV!!! YOU FOOL!! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBICILE!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A YOUTUBER!!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ONE OF THOSE TWEENAGERS GETTING LOADED BY MAKING SHITTY YOUTUBE SHORTS IN 2008-14!! But noooOoooOOOoo little miss Noellie (who WANTED TO GO!! who worked SO HARD and sent in an application essay and did an INTERVIEW to get in!!) couldn't handle disruptive classmates or little scuffles and petty grudges and general Attitude of the other students and cried to mommy to put her back in public school. I am EATING MY HAIR over what Could Have Been. I COULD BE SOMEONE'S ANNOYING YOUTUBER!! I could be a DISGRACED DISNEY CHANNEL STAR!! I could be an America's Got Talent winner! A mild to moderately successful comedian! I could be making short films!! But no no no precious thin skinned baby me heard a few new cus words and watched a teacher get heckled and begged to give up The Dream in favor of?? Quiet math tests?? I am such a fucking quitter I quit everything the second it gets too hard I always take the out as soon as it's offered what's my fucking damage.....

[love-anddeepression]

Feel free to ignore this, but I saw you want Miguel requests soooo.

Platonic Miguel x teen spider reader. Preferably gn. And like, he sees his daughter in the reader or smth, idk how to explain it, but I think it would be cute to see it

ONGOSH THANK YOU I absolutely love this<33 I wrote this on my phone but Im honestly so hyped up I love father figure!miguel. I hope you don’t mind but I’m doing this in the form of headcanons.

Miguel O’Hara x teen!spider!Reader

-okay so your obviously one of the only people Miguel loves tolerates.

-your universe isn’t “home” to you, Miguel is. He’s like the father you never had and at first, the both of you absolutely detested one and other. In fact, Jessica was the one who convinced him to recruit you, way before Gwen or even Peter came into the picture.

-at first, he was stand-offish and a total dickhead to you, but slowly warmed up and began to humour you. He’d smirk at your horrible jokes and pretend to roll his eyes when you teased him.

-in fact, when you first laughed your ass off at one of his remarks, something in him knew that he’d do anything to protect you.

-he already lost one daughter, he wasn’t losing you.

-In all honesty, your relationship is very similar to Joel and Ellie from the Last of Us.

-you have inside jokes that even Lyla doesn’t understand, and she’s an AI.

-It takes all his strength to not snort when you make faces behind someone’s back, he knows you do it to make him laugh.

-he gives you tips on how to take care of yourself.

-a whole bottle of baby powder suddenly appears in your room in spider society. He says he knows nothing.

-lyla shows you the camera footage of him placing it on your bedside table.

-he’s close to tears when you specially make him empanadas. He’d been in a bad mood and when he went to his desk, there was a plate of empanadas with a post it note from you.

- “dont waste them I spent like two hoursmaking them for you”

-he scarfs them down of course.

-like all fathers, he can be strict sometimes, especially because you’re a kid. He doesn’t want you getting hurt. If you’re hurt he helps patch you up himself.

-“you fucking crazy? What were you thinking, trying to catch a car instead of dodging it?”

-your arguments are shushed by him shoving a spoon of soup into your mouth.

-“don’t waste it.” He says, “I spent some time making it while you were asleep.”

-he can’t pinpoint an exact moment from when he started seeing you as his daughter, but it’s probably from the time he got super protective around hobie.

-ain’t no kid coming near his daughter.

-almost snarls when hobie jokingly flirts with you.

-he subtly pushes hobie away when the guy walks behind you.

-you’re the only person other than lyla who can snark him and get away with it without an insult being jabbed at you.

-he’s hugged you a total of two times.

-the first was when you almost died, the second was when he almost died and you freaked out.

-you’d already lost your family, you could not lose him too.

“Miguel, get up.” You tearfully say to his sleeping form, “I can’t do this without you.”

-when he’d stirred, the first thing he saw was your shocked face and then you tackled him.

-he loves you. Like, a whole lot.

-he smiles at you when you walk around in his office, rambling about random stuff. He’s glad that you’re comfortable enough around him to stop masking your personality.

-his jokes are LAME. Like dad jokes are his jam and they’re just so bad.

-“why do sharks live in salt water? because pepper water makes them sneeze.” “Miguel PLEASE-”

-did I mention he’d probably die for you? Like fuck the universe(s) he’s not losing his baby daughter again.

-OOO IMAGINE THE BOTH OF YOU AS DRACULA AND MAVIS

-it’s weird but it’s funny.

-Gwen loses her shit when she sees you sitting next to him with your head on his shoulder.

[aestheticaltcow]

Meeting the Parents

Rhett meets your parents, and things went a different direction.

Outer Range Master List

Rhett was standing at your door, still sweaty from the work he’d been doing on the ranch that afternoon. He’d just knocked, and as he pulled his phone from his pocket, he heard someone call from behind him. Rhett looked over his shoulder to see a man and woman in their late 50s. The man was carrying two suitcases. “Excuse me, young man.” the woman called. Rhett pushed his phone back into his pocket and shifted his full attention to the pair. 

“Yes, Ma’am?” 

“This is Sweet Rocks Apartments, right?” she asked sweetly, Rhett confirmed politely. “See Nicolas. I told you we were in the right place.”  she scolded the man behind her. He shook his head and the woman walked closer to where Rhett stood. “We’re here visiting our daughter, but my husband drove us to the wrong apartment complex.”  Rhett chuckled while the man muttered something under his breath. “Oh. Do you know her?” she asked, pointing toward your door.

“Melissa, just because Y/N moved to this pointlessly rural city doesn’t mean everyone knows her.” Nicolas scolded, setting the bags down as he stood beside her. Rhett connected the dots and realized this was Nicolas and Melissa, your parents. As panic flashed through his head, your door swung open.

“Sorry, Rhe—Mom, Dad… you guys are here early,” you nervously greeted when you saw your parents standing slightly behind Rhett. “This is Rhett…he’s my boyfriend. Rhett, these are my parents…” you stepped into the hallway to allow the three of them into your apartment. Rhett grimaced at the introduction and watched your Dad give him a dirty look. Rhett adjusted the baseball hat on his head and watched your Mom walk into your apartment. Your Dad shot you a disapproving look as he shuffled the suitcases inside. 

You looked at Rhett apologetically as you explained, “I’m sorry, I thought they were coming next week.” 

“When I’m out of town for the rodeo?” Rhett chuckled. You groaned at what was a complete coincidence. “You embarrassed by me, pretty girl?” 

“Trust me, cowboy—you don’t want to get to know my parents.” You sighed. “They aren’t like Cece and Royal.” you pushed a hand through your hair and stepped toward your open door, “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to…” 

Rhett shook his head, “Come on let’s go inside.”

~

“So, Rhett, what do you do for a living?” your Mom asked as you handed her a glass of wine.

“I’m a professional bull rider… work at the family ranch,” Rhett answered as your Dad continued staring him down. 

“Oh- that’s nice.” she smiled cautiously. You swallowed and picked at your cuticles. Your parents had always judged your and your sibling’s romantic partners. “We aren’t intruding on anything, right, sweet pea?” your Mom asked in her sickly sweet voice. 

“Nonono, we were just going to hang out and watch a movie or something…” you deflected. Your Dad hummed at your response, “I thought you guys weren’t coming into town until next week.” 

“That was the plan, but the university wanted your Dad to come do his lecture early- Nicolas has a PhD in aerospace technology, and he’s been going on university tours since he wrote his last instructional manual about how to utilize AI better-”

“Melissa, don’t bother explaining. I’m sure the professional bull rider has little to no interest in something so scientifically complex.” your Dad cut off. Rhett bit his tongue at the passive-aggressive comment.

“Nicolas.” your Mom scolded, “I apologize for him, Rhett. He never thinks anyone is good enough for our one and only Y/N. But that doesn’t mean he has permission to be an ass.” 

You laughed awkwardly, unsure what to do or say to diffuse the situation. Rhett nodded, “It’s okay, Mrs. Y/L/N-”

“Call me Melissa. Mrs. Y/L/N was my bitch of a mother-in-law.” your Mom snapped in your Dad’s direction. You laughed louder and offered to get some snacks from the kitchen. 

“Melissa, don’t go off and cause a scene. I know how you loathe making a bad first impression,” your Dad said, rolling his eyes in her direction.

“Well, Nicolas, I wouldn’t have to make a scene if you were less of an ass.” she asserted, setting her wine glass on the small coffee table that separated the two of them. 

“Mom, Dad, let’s not do this now.” you sputtered. Rhett squeezed your knee, noticing your growing anxiety. You looked at him, and he shot you an assuring look before he cleared his throat. 

“As I was saying, I may not have some fancy PhD, but at least I can treat the woman I love with respect.” Rhett said to your Dad. 

An awkward silence fell over the room as your Dad stared Rhett down. Your Mom broke the silence, “Nicolas. You owe this young man an apology and then we’re going to the hotel.” 

You Dad glared at her before muttering a half ass ‘apology’ to Rhett. He got up from his chair and exited your apartment without another word leaving the suitcases and your Mom behind. She laughed, “Well, that’s the man I married… It was nice meeting you Rhett. I’ll call you late sweet pea.” your Mom grinned and got up from the couch. As she walked over to grab the suitcases your Dad had abandoned, Rhett quickly got up to grab the bags for her.

“Allow me Ma’am.” 

“Oh. You’re a sweetheart aren’t you.” your Mom smiled and lead Rhett out of the apartment. 

~

You stared down into the dirty sink water as you attempted to wash the dirty dishes from your parent’s visit when you heard your apartment door open again. “You okay, baby?” Rhett asked as he came up behind you, wrapping your arms around your waist. You shrugged as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Did you mean it?” you asked placing the glass you’d been washing in the drying rack beside the sink.

“Mean what?” Rhett quiered as his lips brushed against your neck.

“You love me?” you asked as you placed your hands ontop of his. 

“I do. I love you. And respect you. And I promise I’ll never treat you like that.”

You giggled and squeezed Rhett’s hands before turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss, “I love you too, Rhett.”

[yonduismarrypoppins]

Kickback

Summary; “Was at a kickback playing spades. Didn't even know her, Jamaican with pretty eyes. She came over and asked if I would teach her how to play. I was like yeah she sat on my lap and next thing i know i was in a two year relationship. She still doesn't know how to play.”

Photos aren't mine, credit to the og owners

Warnings: mentions of alcohol but nobody's drinking, reader isn't necessarily Jamaican but imagine them however you want. Jack is down bad, as he should be. This is kinda self indulgent and I can't write endings, my apologies.

A/N: I was watching the ShxtsnGigs Podcast for inspo and the second I heard this tweet I had to write it.

Wrote this for @webinurcloset btw

I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE AND REPOST, THIS IS MY WRITING! DO NOT FEED MY WORK INTO ANY AI BOT.

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINORS.

Druski had sent a text to Urban about a last minute party, only 15 people or so. Jack decided that hanging out with some friends wouldn't be too bad, especially after the release of his newest album. He put on a simple white tank top, jeans, his glasses, his ‘Private Garden’ ring and some white new balance sneakers.

He waited in the car for Urban to finish getting ready, looking through his phone in the driver's seat making sure he had the address. He then checked out Druskis' story to see if he knew anyone else there, he noticed the house. The perfect place for a chill party, he thought. He stopped at a clip of you laughing your ass off when someone's soda exploded. Clicking on the right side of his screen for what felt like the thousandth time in a row just to hear your laugh over and over again, ‘typa’ shit people write songs about’, he thought.

The passenger door suddenly opened and shut “Aight, lets go.” Jack quickly hit the power button on the side of his phone, shoving it in his pocket “Word”.

The drive was quick, only making one stop for gas and some candy.

Once they arrived Urban made a beeline for the living room in the form of a conversation pit. He watched as Urban carefully made his way down the ramp, dapping Druski up before sitting down. Jack took a second to admire the house and headed to the kitchen. He searched the fridge, pleasantly surprised at the lack of alcohol he grabbed a ‘Sprite’ and walked towards the two seater couch in the corner, surrounded by windows. Not much light came through due to the night sky but the stars were beautiful regardless. Once again he found himself on his phone, scrolling aimlessly before he was interrupted.

“Hey man” he looked up, finding the source of the voice to be Urban “We ‘finna play cards, want in?” “Sure” he stood. “What are we playing?” “Spades”.

As he made his way down the ramp he noticed you, isolated in the corner laughing in Druskis' general direction. He made his way in front of you, “Can I?” he pointed towards the seat next to you. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile, and pulled your blanket onto your lap. He maneuvered around the tables and sat down, placing his can in front of him. He turned to you and held out his hand, “I'm Jack, you?” you chuckled, “I know who you are, it's nice to meet you”. You shook his hand. “How are you liking the party so far?” “It's cool, this house is awesome. I thought you couldn't get conversation pits any more.” you smiled “you can't, I had to get it built after I bought the house”

Jack took a second to process your words “this is your place?” “yes” Jack turned his body towards you “damn, you got good taste” your smile still had not faltered “thank you”.

Your little bubble popped when an empty ‘Coke Can’ hit Jack's shoulder. “Hey, you still gon’ play?” Jack turned to face the table and leaned forward “Yea, deal me in” he turned back to you “you playin’? “I don't know how” he smiled slyly, “I'll teach you” you leaned forward and rested your head on his shoulder “ok”.

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Two Years Later

You were sitting outside, cuddled with your favorite blanket talking to Druski, Urban and his girl, Sunny and Cozane when Jackman walked out of the back door. “I found the pickle chips!”

Everyone around the fire pit broke out in ‘horrays’ while you smiled. Jack made a beeline towards you, handing off the large green bag before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. He looked down at you with so much love, “You havin’ fun baby?”. You smiled up at him and responded “Yes” before leaning up to kiss him. After a solid 15 seconds there was a chorus of gags and other expressions of disgust that made you both giggle before separating and facing the other people around the fire. “Oh shut up y'all are cute” Urbans girl said, she was always sweet to you even though you'd only known each other for a few months when she started dating Urban.

“Aight’ enough of this, who wants to play spades?” Druski said, pulling a deck of cards out of his pants pocket. “How are we gonna play spades around a fire?” Sunny said quizzically. “I don't know, yall are ruining the vibe, y/n play with me right quick” “I cant play spades” you said, everyone looked at you, Jack looked down at you and said “I thought i taught you the night we met?” Your smile brightened tenfold, “you tried to but I honestly wasn't paying attention.” You’ll tell him the reason another day, deciding that a spontaneous ego boost might not be what this moment needs. Jack smiled and laughed along with everyone else in the yard.

In that moment Jack thought about how glad he was to have sat next to you that night and to be sitting next to you now, he also reminded himself to actually teach you how to play cards.

I wrote something I'm kinda proud of, what!!??!?!? In other news, would yall be ok if I wrote for marvel and obx? I'm hyperfixating rn and i need an excuse to get m ideas out, i might have you guys vote on what I should write next 😏

Also if you want to be on my Taglist tell me pls.

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[who1ssheesh]

Have I ever requested fluff Squalo prompts? But if you’ve already wrote that you can skip this

Fluff Squalo promts

Notes: im a fucking animal and forgot where I’ve got those promts 💀 I also tried to get AI to fix my disgusting grammar but looks like it doesn’t want to correct my swears so deal with with and cry with bloody tears. Idk if those are good tho, Xanxus ones were smoother to write

Warnings: swearing, OOC, not proofread I die like I die. A little sad drop in the end. Basically that’s it, just shmoll everyday stuff

• “Stop hugging me”

• “I can’t hear you”

•“If you don’t stop hugging me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to use your hands again”

"Stop hugging me," Squalo growls, because you are being such a pain in the ass, and he needs to do a ton of the stupid paperwork instead of his boss, because apparently Xanxus is in a depressive episode again.

“Did you say something?”, you mumble in his neck, and Squalo shivers a bit, which makes you smile. "I can’t hear you”.

"If you don’t stop hugging me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to use your hands again”.

“Aw-w-w. Will we have matching prostheses?”

Squalo, being an awkward dork he is, blushes even at this, but doesn’t say anything anymore.

(WHAT IF WE BOTH CUT OUR HANDS OFF UWU)

• “You. Me. Friday night.”

You are lucky to get the attention of such a man out of all the people in the bar. Tall and strong, sharp face features with wild eyes almost hunting you like a prey, and hair - oh, his hair…

You feel you heartbeat in your ears, when comes your way, and a smirk appears unwillingly on your face. Some people eye after him, and you just know they want to be in your place.

“You. Me. Friday night”, he slams his hand on the table, as is not even considering you refusing the offer.

“For fucks sake, Squalo, we are already dating”.

His loud wheezing laugh is everything but hot.

•”You smell nice.”

Context to this: in one game Squalo has a quote “Boss threw a pot of meat at me. I’ve washed my hair for three times but it still smells like a soy sauce” (or smth like that) and complains about his hair falling out

You sigh in defeat at a comedy of the situation: Squalo got just a day off in quite some time and you haven’t seen him in hours because…he has been in a bathroom. Four times, to be precise, and every time his hair dries, Squalo, being a clean freak he is about them, gets hysterical, leaving to watch them again.

“You okay, babyboy?”, you look at him with all the desperation in your eyes.

“The fuck you say-“

“Babyman?”

“VOI!”

You stroke his wet hair as you pass by, just to see a bunch of white strand stay between your fingers…way too much to be healthy.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Squalo doesn’t even respond, getting so uncharacteristically quiet and pale as a chalk you could believe it’s an impostor.

You smile awkwardly as you sense a faint smell of soy sauce. “You…smell nice”.

And you are unironically terrified as Squalo still looks at you completely silent with an empty void in his eyes.

“It’s fine, I’ll help you wash them this time”, you kiss his cheek, absolutely not implying Squalo is surprisingly pretty shit at taking care of his hair. “You just need a vacation to relax”.

“Yeah, I should consider this”, he presses his cheek to yours.

“You are vacuuming the floor today though”.

Squalo screams in your ear and feels guilty after since you didn’t hear anything for three days.

•”As if I could forget your birthday.”

•”I was looking forward to seeing you all week.”

You know Squalo is busy, to say the least. And you knew what you’re getting into with him, no way you are trying to blame him…But it still stings a little bit, knowing he is away on a mission, mixed with a never ending fear in the back of your mind that you can never see him again.

You jump at a metallic dinging in the door interrupting a suffocating silence, and run straight to it after hearing loud cursing you know all too well.

Squalo is disheveled. You don’t even think about presents and all that triviality when he is beaten up, battered, his hair dirty and all over his face and so out of breath.

He smashes the door loudly behind him, leans against it and tiredly sighs.

“Did you come here right after the mission?”, you can’t help but smile widely.

Squalo smirks and chuckles, “As if I could forget your birthday”.

You almost throw yourself in him, pretty sure he would fall if not for the door, and Squalo hugs you tightly in return, almost suffocatingly tight.

“I was looking forward to seeing you all week”, and he sounds so….quiet, as if shy.

Squalo is glad you keep hugging him and bury your nose in the crook of his neck, because he doesn’t want you to see his way too happy and lovesick smile.

• “Your eyes are so blue.”

Squalo is very loud and actually very chatty but still very…distant. Even for you, which makes you anxious often enough. He always needs alone time for a bit and you can hear metallic sounds - even resting and “clearing his head” for Squalo requires something useful to do, and obviously what can he enjoy more than his swords?

But sometimes he’s just…silent. You can swear he just looks at nothing and smokes way too much again, and you can’t remember how it resolves, because by the times Squalo “returns” you are asleep, and in the morning usual Superbia is back on track.

“You’re not sleeping”

“Yeah…” you know getting up for work in the morning will be a bit of a problem but here we are. And maybe it would be better to stick to your usual schedule than seeing him…like this. Because your heart aches.

Squalo has his hair all over, and it was supposed to be a ponytail somewhere in the morning. He smells like tobacco so much, and his eyes are red from being awake for so long. Hell, he even doesn’t have his prosthesis on, which is a huge thing for Squalo - he has some shtick, not letting anyone see him without a “missing part”.

“You okay?”

“Yes”.

“You sure?”

Squalo eyes dart right through you, but all he does in return is bite his lips, not answering.

“I just…though I could help”, you sound almost scared and meek, not knowing how far is too far. “Your eyes are so blue”.

You do not have the courage to look at him and the continuing silence is scary. What is surprising is that Squalo just….looks at you with eyes open wide and very stupidly confused.

“My eyes are grey”.

“That’s not what I mean, you dummy”.

“Then why should they be blue?”

In two minutes regular Superbia is back and you regret this, because he is screaming at the top of his lungs that “being blue” sounds fucking stupid and shouldn’t exist.

But next time Squalo inevitably becomes too depressed and uncertain in his life he is sure to hint you that…he thinks his eyes are blue. Just a bit.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

i want to respond to a lot of them because theres so many good points on my Peter posts that I wanna expand on

but some of the replies are deadass just people saying 'No Peter is an idiot. He's a doofus, his watch going off was an accident. He's a dummy'

and I'm like

If you think that Peter giving Miles away was an accident, and Peter is just an idiot-

Being an idiot is not a very good trait to be defending. Especially if you're implying he's so incompetent he endangered Miles' life.

[I wrote here why I think this scene is completely intentional and Peter ratted Miles out on purpose - based on his behavior with MayDay, Lyla, and Miles

But that's not what I'm talking about right now. But maybe read that first.]

I've gotten many a response saying 'No, this scene is just an accident. Peter didn't mean to give him up. Peter is a dummy/idiot.'

Completely valid interpretation and conclusion based on the information shown on screen. I don't agree with it, but it's an assumption that's easy to make

That being said -

....what?! LIKE WHAT? Do you hear yourself?

You're like "Yeah this grown ass man is a complete idiot and gave Miles away which led to Miguel whooping Miles' ass. Peter, a man who has been Spider-man for years, is so dumb that he wouldn't think to turn off his tracking bracelet. Opps, must've slipped his mind the multiverse tracking bracelet did that tracking thing."

that's not???? that's not oKAY????

that's not any better!! That's your mans? The dum-dum who got Miles beat up because he didn't think about the tracking bracelet on his arm?? To either turn it off or take it off???

In this situation -

Peter is either playing dumb or he actually IS DUMB.

And we need to start holding the white man accountable for how his stupidity endangers others.

Like he could have helped Miles escape from the get go instead of trying to talk to him and make jokes about him holding Mayday. Even though he knows that Miles is in danger, suddenly he's joking and laughing with him?

Okay. Bizarre behavior but okay.

But by saying 'his watch went off on accident (and Lyla, an AI not subjected to human mistakes, just decided to rat herself out - out loud - okay)' you're admitting that Peter is basically incompetent.

So much so that he's an active danger around Miles.

By suggesting he DIDN'T rat on Miles, you're implying that he either

Didn't know his watch could track him - UNLIKELY or

He knew it could track him but he didn't think to turn it off when talking to Miles - NEGLIGENT OR

The watch could only track him if it was triggered it and he accidentally hit it - STILL IMCOMPETENT. OR

The tracking cannot be turned off - TAKE OFF THE BRACELET FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES.

All of these options make Peter look bad.

We have to assume that Peter knows that Lyla can track him.

If he really didn't want Miles to be found out, any person with any kinda sense and competence would turn off their watch or location.

Excusing this as 'Peter is dumb', you're admitting that a grown man who has been Spider-man for years didn't think to disable the tracking bracelet that can obviously track him anywhere in the multiverse.

Especially for those that think he hit it by accident and didn't notice until the last moment??

Despite the fact that he's had a watch longer than most - if not all of -the other Spider people besides Miguel???????????

Like, That means he didn't think at all during their entire interaction - 'Wait, Hold up. If I don't want Miles to get caught, I should turn off my watch.'

You think Peter B. Parker is that damn dumb? And that sits right with you??

Or...There's my theory.

He wanted Miles to get caught so he left his watch on and triggered it. Simple as that.

He knew the watch could track him.

He knew this and didn't turn it off. When he realized Miles couldn't be reasoned with, he triggered Lyla and asked her to track him. He stalled Miles, and then Lyla responded to him, not knowing doing so would rat him out.

(Remember, Lyla has no reason to rat herself or Peter out. And for Lyla it's a lot harder to argue it was a mistake or an intentional thing to mess with the Society. Because she's an AI. She wouldn't make a human mistake like that, as far as we can see, she's strictly bound by logical code and protocol. And she doesn't really have the agency to just turn on Miguel and the society to rat PETER out intentionally. She's an AI. Not a person. Lyla wouldn't speak suddenly if she knew that Peter didn't know he was being tracked. It's more likely he spoke to her first, and she responded out loud because of that.)

But my theory isn't law.

It's really just an assumption and analysis based on these things here, the scenes we're shown, what we know about Peter, and what we know about The Society/Lyla.

You don't have to go with my theory.

But if your argument is that Lyla getting his location is an accident and Peter was just too dumb to turn off the watch before he spoke to Miles-

That's still not a justification.

Also, Peter is acting BIZARRE here.

You're admitting Peter is an idiot. He got Miles caught because of his stupidity.

But by saying this was all an accident - you're also implying THIS joke was completely sincere.

Why would a grown man be joking at a time like this?

Any body would know to not start laughing and joking at a time like this - when Miles needs to get out of there as soon as possible.

Either he cannot read the situation - which..he knows Miles is in like active physical danger so - or he's acting abnormally and joking because he's actively stalling Miles.

Either he's PLAYING dumb or he IS dumb.

L's ALL ACROSS THE BOARDDDDD.

Either option is horrible for Peter.

Maybe he didn't think to turn off his tracking bracelet. Maybe he did trigger it by accident and didn't notice.

That's a completely valid interpretation - just know that in arguing so you're implying the person you're defending is just dumb as all hell.

So dumb he's a danger to the people around him.

You can take this stance, but in my eyes the stance is still very damning upon Peter.

A grown man who has been in The Society for months, should know to turn his watch off. He should KNOW not to be joking at a time like this.

Maybe he did it with ulterior motives, like intentionally ratting Miles out.

Maybe the man that was fine with physically restraining Miles with webs on-screen in ITSV IS fine with cornering Miles in a small space.

Or maybe he IS just an idiot. Which is..... not good. It's actually pretty sad and it still makes me think that Peter B. should not be around these kids if he can't think to NOT endanger them MORE on accident.

But HEY.

If you think Peter B. is an idiot, I will not argue. We agree on that, TRUST.

But I'm still gonna treat him like an adult who can stop and think for one second about the tracker on his arm, and just assumes not THAT dumb, and instead he did it on purpose.

Cause that man cannot be than damn dumb, come on.

Still. Fuck Peter B. ALL MY HOBIES HATE PETER B. (not a typo)

In this house we will hold him accountable. Whether for his betrayal OR his stupidity. At the end of the day, it got Miles hurt.

But yeah that's my take on the stance.

Bye.

[nerdieforpedro]

Common Ground

Part Five of A Safe Place for Us

Dieter Bravo x Aisha Smith (plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Aisha and Dieter have been busy. So busy that Aisha thinks about something Dieter hasn’t requested yet. That quickly falls by the wayside as they have a conversation about what their future could look like.

Warnings: cum play, being sore, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, coherent communication (in romance? Say it ain’t so!), bad jokes (it isn’t a true Nerdie fic without a few odd references), music choices, food mention, papers

Word Count: a little under 1.8k

Notes: Is there a schedule for this series? No. Am I working on it? Yes I wrote two sentences of chapter six. 😅 If one squints, there might be a reference or two to a certain musician, which I giggled thought about taking the jokes out and then said, nah staying in. I enjoy these two idiots in love. They’re cute. 🥰 And this is a series I write for comfort and to laugh. You know, I’m between the angst and dark stuff. 👀 (My bad to Jack and Pero).

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Waking up to Dieter takes getting used to for Aisha. It’s not unwelcome, she’s just not used to someone clinging to her like he does. Every morning he stays at her apartment is one where he has his arm and head somewhere on her. Chest, stomach, thigh, back, ass one time because he enjoys scissoring her entrance wider and scooping his spend that drips out of her back in before pumping his fingers to stir his cum within her.

She feels she needs to tell him to maybe stay at his place for a bit. Not because of the sex, if anything, she’d want him to stay longer for that. But Aisha is sore. Her pussy is sore, her legs are sore, breasts are sore, back and the only reason her mouth isn’t is that Dieter descends on her whenever he stops by. There’s no time for her to fumble with his pants when he’s already dropped them and is working to get her wet enough to enter.

Aisha notices though, over the almost two months they’ve been at this, Bravo’s been more prone to want her to climax before he does. It’s not that she’s never seen Dieter work hard. He’s dedicated to his acting craft and his art but not like this. Not in the same level of effort she sees his leaking head smearing drops on her thighs and the look on his face tells her he’s held off just for this. Just to be inside of her and to fill her. It’s when Dieter has her put her knee on the stool that’s in front of her small kitchen island that doubles as a counter that she mentions it before he enters her for the third time today. “Dee, don’t you want me to suck your cock? Sometimes…” She wants him inside, her walls are clenching in anticipation, but she and her cunt are tired. He pauses and kisses her shoulder, Dieter likes her in simple dresses for easy access.

“You want to Ai?“ He uses his teeth to nibble at her skin, Aisha groans, feeling herself lusting to having him inside. It’s becoming a need, and if she was honest with herself, it’s been one after the first week. “Haven’t gotten you pregnant yet.” Dieter knows that Aisha may not be handling such an increase in frequency of their joined bodies well. His libido is strong and is worse now that his best friend who he’s imagined in this very kitchen and on this island so many nights, morning and in his various trailers finally gave him access to her body. Bravo wants her to crave him like he does her, and wants his Aisha ravenous for him.

“Just let me do it once-“ Her yelp cuts out midway as he enters her slowly, testing her always to make sure she’s not pushing him away. She doesn’t. Laying her forearms on the counter, Aisha uses the leverage to push back, needing more friction than Dieter’s slow pace. He always enjoys teasing her, at least that's what she thinks. Lips at the back of her neck are wet from the small beads of sweat as he quickens to match her pace. Soon just slaps of skin and grunts are heard from Dieter as Aisha calls his name in forced whispers between breaths. It’s now that he has a hold on her hips and thrusts become rougher. The Oscar winner sees Aisha lay her forehead on the cool marble as she stretches her arms out, “Dammit, god you feel amazing Dee.”

“Make up your mind Scribbles.” Dieter leans over and coos in her ear before licking it. “Your pussy’s already swallowing my cock.” He slows his pace to last a bit longer, feeling her squeeze around his shaft is a haven he wants to remain in a bit longer. Bravo isn’t able to keep it slow and speeds back up, pumping Aisha full and rolling his hips while he reaches down to circle his thumb around her sensitive bud. “Give me one more Ai. One more.” With a string a ‘fucks’ her core grips Dieter’s dick as she comes again, when he doesn’t feel her body spasming, they both slump to the floor next to the kitchen island base. Aisha’s sitting in Dieter’s lap as his now limp cock slips out of her. The sudden cold has her groan. “You’ve always got one more in you Scribbles.” Bravo laughs and so does Aisha.

“More like I’ve always got you in me Dieter.” Her comment had Dieter run his hands down her thighs, rubbing them slowly.

“That’s our goal isn’t it? Keep you full so soon you’ll have a bun in the oven. Right?” He reaches up and pats her belly, Aisha places her hands over his.

“It is. It’s just we haven’t talked about what this is going to look like Dee. Not really.”

“You want to talk about it now? Or in a few after we wash up?” Dieter stands first and assists Aisha to her feet as they make their way to her bedroom.

“Yeah we should.” After cleaning up, they sit at the edge of the bed. “So say I’m pregnant this week, what do you expect to happen Dieter?” Scratching the back of his head, Bravo knows it’s serious when she calls him his full first name.

“Assuming I’m not on location or at some press thing, I’d want to celebrate with you. Have some cake and ice cream or something.” Aisha touches his face and traces the heart that grows in his patchy beard, she starts to say something but Dieter pats her knee. “But before that, no matter if you’re pregnant or not, I want you to move in with me. I don’t want you here by yourself and I’m going to hire an assistant for you.”

“Dieter Bravo you-“

“Hear me out Aisha.” His face is stern, a look she remembers from when she first brought up going by herself to the clinic. “You’ll still be in charge of what’s going on, I just want to be sure someone’s with you and I’m tired of going back and forth between our places.”

“Dieter what’s going to happen to my apartment? I’ve lived here for years. There’s so much stuff to move.”

“I know, but I told you I was going to do this with you. So I’m going to your next appointments and we’re going to come up with a birth plan with candles, a baby pool, some Enya and-“

“I plan to have the baby in the hospital Dee. And why Enya of all the music you could possibly think of? Not even like a lofi beats or classical? Just right to Enya?” Aisha’s hand grips Dieter’s shoulder as she laughs, shaking her head at the thought.

“But you’ll live with me right? To co-parent the hell out of this kid? You know once they get old enough they’ll try and pit us against each other.” Dieter plops back on the bed, “Mama! Daddy said I could have the Kit Kats! I swear!” Aisha lays down next to him and pokes his forehead.

“I know that’s a lie. You don’t share those, ever. The kid would be in so much hot water.” Curling up on Bravo’s chest, it’s a pleasant dream that could be a reality any day now. It’s frightening but he’s willing to be by her side. “So this is most days huh? In addition to the baby making, I mean.”

“Just so you know Ai, I’ve been down to fuck you since we shared leftovers from ‘Graceland.’ The more I got to know you, the worse it got. You were always so sweet, despite those delightfully smutty books you call novels and now the latest one with some woods fairy hung dude.” Aisha pinches his tummy as he continues, “I know what sad girl music you listen to. You want me to start howling when I get home?”

“I knew you listened to his music!“ She pecks his lips, “that’s from his first album too. I’m glad you don’t howl. I don’t want to imagine it. I don’t think it would sound the same coming from you Dee.”

“Of course not.” Dieter lays back and gives Aisha a cheeky grin. “It sounds a hellova lot better to you doesn’t it Scribbles?”

“You’re impossible. And we’ve gotten way off track.” Putting her head on his chest, she listens to his heart beat, it’s steady. Dee’s relaxed. “I have an appointment with my doctor next week. My primary, the OBGYN is in two weeks.”

“You know what we should do, merge calendars so we can keep track of everything.” Dieter’s hand runs his hand along her back.

“Sounds good Dee.” Aisha agrees and they doze off.

The next morning, Dieter does manage to make eggs and toast, they eat breakfast together and Aisha is dropped off at a meeting with her editor and publisher after riding with Bravo on his way back to the set. It turns out that there have been some script changes so he has half a day instead of a full one. He thinks about popping by Aisha’s place but decides to not to.

Dieter Bravo normally doesn’t plan much, but it seems it would be best to set up a meeting or two. He needs to start planning for the future.

The supernatural romance book Dieter had playfully mocked, was well received by her publisher and editor so Aisha calls Bravo to ask when he’s going to be home, she wants to celebrate. She declined the lunch that was served and hoped he’d be up for dinner, the scent of the garlic from the bread bothered her nose. Ai figured maybe the scent was just too strong and didn’t think much of it. Dieter answered and told her to be ready to be picked up and eat some Korean BBQ. Just the thought of the food was enough to grin with excitement.

That night, they went to a small hole in the wall Korean BBQ place that Dieter had found. They laughed and ate so much beef that both of them waddled to the car full of food.

Sleep that night came easy and was a bit gassy. With the sunrise and morning coffee, Dieter presented Aisha with a thick Manila folder. She sat across the kitchen island and opened it curious at what he’s cooked up.

Turns out the Oscar winner is more clever than people give him credit for.

Chapter Four. Chapter Six

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@harriedandharassed @baronessvonglitter

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Green and Donnie Snippet

A passing thought. Interactions between these two is probably a damn mess. I haven't wrote anything Robots & Gardens in a minute so whoops. Kinda struggling to write these two 😅.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums @vacantgodling (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

Green twirled the knife in her hand, tapping her foot. The plush ground of the security office dampening the sound. She tried not to laugh at the cyborg in front of her. More robot than man. She'd try to pick him apart but the brawler was good at distraction, even if it was unintentional. Her eyes found themselves following the blue glow of veins and the peak of tech through falling off artificial skin.

"I'm not a fan of the drug traffickin' and passin' it around thing. Too gritty of a scene for me." Green looked up at them, crooked smile sneaking onto her face.

Donnie moved his fingers over the holo keyboard over his forearm. They picked at the false skin on their collarbone, sliding a skilled finger across exposed tech there. Transferring their words to the criminal for hire's glasses that both were very aware she stolen or modified. Donnie assumed it was both. Eyes narrowed to angry slits at Green's nonchalance.

"You kill people," Green read aloud, eyes darting back and forth behind the tinted lenses, "Only if the money's right." She answered.

Donnie visibly relaxed, eyebrows shooting up. They pointed at Green's mouth. Green took the hint and put her knife in the holster at her side. Her eyes scanned them up and down thinking how to explain.

"I'll speak. Only if you can keep the cops off Peace's protestors tomorrow."

Donnie was skeptical. Green couldn't see it as much as she could feel it. She unbuttoned her shirt enough to slip her hand inside her bra. Fishing out a couple of sweaty bills. Donnie could recognize the fluorescent band across them as the big bucks.

"I don't need it." They typed.

"Most people would've loved titty money. It ain't fake either. Would've heard about another dead body if it was." Green folded the bills over once more and forced it into Donnie's hand, "Get yourself fixed up, you look scary as hell."

Donnie looked down at himself, with a sag in their shoulders. Just the sight of metal tethered to actual flesh sending a jolt of pain through him. They grit their teeth and crumped the bills in their fist. Green figured she had picked at an unknown insecurity.

She sat in one of the open chairs, unbothered by the creak, "Sit down. I'll talk."

Donnie sighed nasally and sat in a chair across from her. Chair squealing from the way he threw himself into it.

"Before we talk about the people funding you to fuck around. Why do you need my help protecting protesters?"

"I don't like to openly interfere with protestor business. And Peace can handle herself, she can and will beat my ass, she plans things decently. The calls I've gotten since the rich fuck on the news decided to ruin lives are..." Green trailed off for a moment feeling she had spoken too much already, "Worryin'. A lot more modded voices lately too."

Donnie rested his head on his shoulder, "Modded voices?"

Green's eyes scanned the words, pulling the glasses up onto her forehead briefly, "Using AI or voice filters to change how their voice sounds. It's usual to see a few, but this isn't normal."

Donnie nodded. It would make sense to try to hide your identity but he had wondered just what kind of requests made the criminal for hire so uneasy. So he asked.

Green rolled her eyes immediately, drawing her knife, "Some secrecy is a bit of a good thing, I think." She was sure that Donnie's eyes caught site of the blade. It hadn't been cleaned yet.

Donnie quickly decided not to press her on the matter.

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

It was always only Cirvran, Cyrus, Iornon, someone else… And I made my pictures, and waited and waited for some good people to notice vernilla…but people came only to laugh and insult. They gave me false hope instead of real interest or help with the ship. Nobody is interested in writing about VC. Nobody is interested in drawing VC. No one is interested in praising VC and reblogs. You too.

When a new drawing with a cirvran or ceris appears, it’s boom. When a new drawing from the CC appears, no one except the haters on reddit cares…

No one cares how much time and effort I spent on a screenshot or how much money on an unfortunate commission (which I often struggle with finances)…. It’s not a popular ship, which means it’s not worth your attention.

When a new drawing with the VC appeared, I wanted to rejoice with you and others in my joy. You didn't appreciate it. Instead, you supported a fanfic about the murder of the VC, making me understand where the place for this ship is.

Before I answer this essay. I'll answer the 2nd shorter message you sent me.:

First, talk to a therapist/counselor. Or a friend (Sol isn't a friend, have you seen what that person wrote behind your back?) that you've not pissed off with your years worth of harassing spams. This, is also spam: just worded differently but still the same. This is the reason why you are infamous: the anon spam, the force-feeding of your RocheCiri ship to not only those who pair Ciri or Roche with anyone else, but monkey-branching the ship to unrelated fandoms.

"Nobody is interested in drawing VC. No one is interested in praising VC and reblogs. You too."

Excuse me? Nobody? There are fanarts posted on your IG, and here on tumblr about VC, others who made screenshots of VC, an ai of Vernilla, and even mentioned you as inspiration. People here even reblogged your screenshots, including me! stories have been written when you requested from the right people. It's not hard to look. You had notes that exceeded twenty!

But you did not appreciate these fine folks who did this for you. You choose to ignore the support. It's always Freaky Friday with you: You lavish attention to the dislikes and neglected your supporters. All you notice are those who don't like the rareship. All you talk/air about are those who hate RocheCiri, envy at other pairings. As for those who did show support, you attacked them for having and liking other ships, deface their art, and harrassed them -and their followers- with spam!

Change your focus! Look at the supporters, if there is still some left after how you've been treating and ignoring them lately. Go back to your old posts and see the notes and reblogs! Learn to show appreciation!

When a new drawing from the CC appears, no one except the haters on reddit cares…

....Big mistake: reddit is nuclear toxic than this hellsite. You had a bad, nay, terrible experience on reddit and decided to drag even your supporters along with them. I do not post my Cirivran shots because I know I will get roasted. I posted my fanart of Cirivran and it got a good roasting. Also, responding to hate with aggression, especially on reddit, will bite you in the ass.

here are the curated response I got when posting my Heirs of Nilfgaard:

Cirivran or Ciri x Morvran isn't for everyone, just as Roche x Ciri isn't for everyone. But that is ok. You can't force those who don't like it to like it. I cannot force Roche x Ves, Roche x Iorveth, Ciri x Cerys to accept my ship. Respect differences of opinions and you will get along with the multishippers and your little rarepair will sail smoothly with others.

Do you see me rant and rave about how there are those who hate this ship? I focus on the support, not the hate.

Shipping isn't a pageantry or a popularity contest. I do not ship Cirivran to be popular. I help Cirivran EXIST by making art, editing shots, writing snippets and supporting those who write them.

Same with an even rarepair CirixRegis or Ciregis. I contribute to it's existence (not popularity), by sharing pics. Another rarepair that has not left the shores yet is Ceskel (CerysxEskel), and one of this days, I will put this into the fandom seas!

I did my part with Roche Ciri by sharing it on IG, linking your tumblr accounts and reblogging. I would've made a Roche fanart (I had Roche wearing Nilf colors based on your shots in the works for 2023). I would even do it for free! But what do I get for my support? SPAM HATE for MY SHIP and personal insults!

I do not reward nasty behavior!

"No one cares. No one appreciates. No one is interested."

These are all over every spam you sent. The antagonizing. The gaslighting. You need help. Professional help. Get off the fandom, off social media, off the world wide web. Go take a vacation, see some sights, explore other mediums.

TLDR:

Stop the spam. Notice AND appreciate your supporters instead. Take a break. And get off Reddit! STOP. THE. SPAM.

Until you get yourself sorted out, I will no longer respond to anything you send, and dump them straight to the bin.

[alchemic-writings]

A Welcome Distraction Ch.2

This Story Is 18+ You can find Ch.1 here

My eye twitches as I look at the message in front of me. 

[1:14 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

Are you stupid?

What a great way to welcome someone to your community! I hear Ais and Vere both groan behind me as they stare at the same message. “God, I recognize that profile picture. This moderator is such a bore,”  Vere flips his hair over his shoulder as he continues, “I once made a post advertising my cam show and they banned me for a month!” Ais nods his head in recognition of the memory, “Mn, their kink must be having a stick up their ass or something. I don’t get how they can ever meet anyone here when they’re such a buzzkill.” 

I sigh as my fingers hover over the keyboard. “It makes sense for them to be suspicious of my thread. They probably think I’m a bot or a scammer or something.” 

[1:14 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

Are you stupid?

[1:17 am] Dreadful Hands:

Hi! I’m so sorry, my friend wrote that post as a joke. 

If you could delete that for me and let me write

 a PROPER introduction I promise it’ll be less like a bot lol.

I lean back and cross my arms, “See guys? Sometimes the best thing to do is to not be constantly antagonistic! Just apologizing can get you a long way instead of being an ass,” my lecture is paused as a new message notification pops up. 

[1:19 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

I’ve deleted your post, but I’m going to need

 to approve of your new introduction before I can let you send it. 

You obviously have no idea what you’re doing and neither does your friend. 

Laughter fills the air behind me as Ais and Vere read over my shoulder. Ais puts his head on my shoulder as he pats my head, “Does little sparrow need to get permission from their teacher before they can post on the bdsm website?” I shake him off as I turn to point at the two of them, “You two are the reason I’m in this situation!” Vere covers his grin with a hand, “Well what kind of response did you expect from a dom?” I pause. This moderator is a dom? I click on their username which leads me to their profile. I can now see their profile picture larger now and I can’t stop my jaw from dropping. It’s a simple picture of their back, but it is covered with beautiful black ink to form raven wings from the nape of their neck all the way down to their cute dimples on their lower back. Under the layer of dark ink is beautiful pale skin that lets me see the way their muscles are toned but not bulky. They could easy manhandle someone while still keeping a lithe figure that would be delicious to dig my nails into- 

“Hellooooo? Earth to dumbass?” I am snapped out by the motion of Vere’s hand waving in front of my face. I sent a glare his way, “What?” Ais responds for him with a shit eating grin, “We just didn’t want you drooling all over the keyboard is all.” My face begins to flush as I scramble for a response, “Wha- I was not- I did not drool.” One of Ais’s eyebrows quirk as he points to the corner of his lip. I raise my hand to my own before gasping when my fingers make contact with wetness. The two begin laughing as I quickly wipe the liquid from my mouth, “Okay, maybe I just appreciate a nice tattoo!” Ais flexes his arm, causing the inked tentacles on him to bludge. I roll my eyes at the action and return my eyes to StarRaven’s profile. 

Their only picture is the one they have as their profile image, but they do have a description in their bio

[(MOD) StarRaven: 26, Dom, Masters Student at Senobium University] 

Short and simple, all the necessary information someone might need about them. I sigh as I look over the rest of their completely blank profile. They’ve never made their own forum thread unless it was to remind others of community guidelines or to respond to any questions or to give advice to others posts. Based on their responses they’re extremely knowledgeable in bdsm and willing to answer reasonable questions. I bite my lip as I close the laptop. I absolutely cannot let these two know what I’m planning lest they bully me into oblivion. “I’m too tired to bother typing out an intro post now. I’m going to get changed and crash on the couch,” I sit up and pick up my clothes that I left unceremoniously on the floor in the closet before heading to the bathroom. 

As soon as the door is locked I quickly pull out my phone. I download the app and enter my login information. Adrenaline causes my fingers to shake as I open the private messages icon and begin typing.

[1:32 am] Dreadful Hands:

I totally have no idea what I’m getting into with bdsm…

But I really want to!!

Would you be willing to answer my questions?

I promise no stupid ones!   

I quickly turn off my phone and set it on the counter before beginning to change back into my original clothes. There was no turning back and if I get rejected, who cares? They’re just a random stranger, it’s not like there aren’t hundreds of doms I can ask for advice from, that I can get dominated by. A shiver still runs down my back at the thought of running my nails down those black wings regardless… 

When I finish changing, I immediately make my way out of the bathroom and enter the darkness of Vere’s room. The two have already decided to turn in for the night, Ais holding onto Vere and playing with the latter's hair when his eyes flit up to meet mine. A soft smile rests on Vere’s face as he hums in his sleep. I send Ais a sympathetic look but he shakes his head in response. He blames himself for catching romantic feelings for Vere, but I can’t help but feel my heart break for him as I see him literally hold what he wants but also not be close enough. I quietly step out of the bedroom and close the door behind me, giving the two privacy that I am sure Ais appreciates. 

I settle onto the sofa in the living room and wrap myself in the blanket hanging off of it as I pull out my phone again and see I have received new messages on Collared. With bated breath I open the app, fully prepared to be rejected.   

[1:38 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

You really must be desperate.

Asking a stranger to explain bdsm to you…

But if I say no you’ll just ask someone else and get hurt.

Fine. Ask away. 

My feet kick under the blanket at my success as I quickly respond back.

[1:56 am] Dreadful Hands:

Thank you Thank you!!

I promise not to let you down >:3

Ok first question:

What do you do if someone is all tied up 

But they need to use the restroom??

[1:57am] (MOD) StarRaven:

You’re going to make me regret agreeing to this. 

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A yawn leaves my mouth as I rub my eyes; I ended up texting with StarRaven until 4 am when they logged off saying they needed to head into work. Despite them insisting that they cannot be on their phone at their job, they continue responding to my messages within an hour. I suppose I’m no better, though. Hiding in the corner of the front counter while I look down at my phone in glee as I type my next message.

 [10:17 am] DreadfulHands:

I feel like I’ve just spilled my heart

out for you to dissect lol.

When are you gonna share your kinks??

[10:17 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

I’m not going to. 

[10:18 am] DreadfulHands:

Whhhaaatt why not??

I feel like I’m being taken advantage of now ;A;

Aren’t we supposed to trust each other and share

this stuff with each other?? You said yourself that

communication is the most important part of bdsm.

[10:18 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

 We’re not each other’s dom/sub.

Unlike some I don’t want to share that

with every person I come across online. 

I only share that when I meet someone in person 

for a session zero.

My eyes flit over to the room around me after I read their message. The cafe had already finished its brunch rush and we won’t expect more customers for at least another hour. When my eyes find my screen again I begin typing out my response before I can even process what I’m asking for. 

[10:20 am] DreadfulHands:

What if we had a session zero, then?

I watch as the typing bubble pops up, attention completely focused on their response. It’s true that I haven’t known Raven for even twelve hours but dammit I wanted them! I haven't felt this drawn to someone since Quinn, and having the ability to explore something I’ve always been interested in pulling me towards them even more. 

A cough from behind me startles me out of my thoughts so much that I jump, nearly dropping my phone. I scramble to catch it midair as I hear the same voice chuckle at my reaction. I confirm the cause of my mini heart attack when I turn around and find my boss, Leander, standing in front of me with his arms crossed and a carefree smile on his face. 

Once he has my attention he begins to walk towards me before stopping an arms length away, “Had a fun night last night?” A blush forms on my face as I look towards him. “W-what do you mean by that?” He hums as he eyes me up and down, “Well your clothes are wrinkled, you look like you didn’t get a second of sleep, and you’ve been on your phone your entire shift.” I cringe at how observant Leander is. His care for others can be both a blessing and a curse. A blessing when he noticed how miserable I was after breaking up with Quinn and giving me an entire week off, and a curse as he eyes me right now, waiting for a response. 

I finally got the courage to look him in the eyes, “Not in that way I’m afraid, I spent the night with Vere and Ais,” Leander gives a nod in understanding. Those two have visited me at my job before, but they never stay for long and it’s very brief. But even a brief encounter with them can reveal their attitudes. “It’s good to hangout with your friends, a distraction is needed every once in a while. Just try to focus while you’re on the floor, okay?” I nod, “Yes’sir! I won’t let it happen again.” A soft smile forms on Leander’s lips before he sighs, “I know that It’s a Sunday, but seriously between you and Mhin it seems like everyone is distracted today.”

The mood in the front of the store immediately sours at the mention of our coworker. Mhin, our baker and resident sourpuss. They come in at 5 am every morning to get everything ready for the day and prepare the foods that will be sold tomorrow. I only see them for at most an hour every shift before they clock out at 10 am to head home. Every attempt I have made to be friendly towards them has been met with rejection. It's a mystery how someone is so bitter and creates pastries that are so sweet. Maybe it’s because they pour any sweetness they have into their baked goods. Based on the time it seems that Leander’s statement is true, it’s already thirty minutes past when Mhin would usually clock out for the day. The image of Mhin being glued to their phone seems like an oxymoron. As far as I’m aware they only have one friend, a doctor named Kuras, that has only shown up to visit Mhin once since I’ve worked here. I find it hard to believe there would be anyone they could be excited enough to text throughout their shift. 

I can feel my phone buzz in my pocket as my heart tightens. That must be Raven’s response to my suggestion. They took such a long time to respond to it that my blood pressure begins to rise at the thought of what they have said. Buzz. Buzz. They’re sending multiple messages. My heart begins to pound as I excuse myself to use the restroom, but as I turn the corner I slam myself into someone else. Strong hands find my waist to push me back from the person I just ran into.

 As I step back to apologize I am met with a harsh voice instead, “God, can’t you watch where you’re going?” Any thought of an apology is lost in anger as I snap back, “Watch where I’m going? You’re the one on your fucking phone!” My eyes flit down to the black cellphone in their hands. Their eyes squint at me and a blush begins to form on their cheeks as they pull up the hood of their jacket to hide it and push past me instead of responding. I don’t breathe until I hear the bell of the front of the store signaling their departure. I sigh as I begin to walk slowly to the bathroom. 

Once the lock clicks into place on the door I slide against it while pulling out my phone. I unlocked it and finally read the messages from Raven.

[10:31 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

God, you really are desperate. 

Fuck.

Fine, yeah. We can have a session zero.

Just don’t… Don’t have any high expectations, ok?

My heart begins to skip again but this time out of excitement rather than anxiety. Raven actually wants to meet me, and based on their texts they’re just as desperate as I am. I bite my lip as I hold my phone to my chest while proceeding to do exactly what they told me not to do. But how could I not hold high expectations? My first time meeting with a dom to have sessions with. Even though they haven’t brought up their previous relationships I can tell that they’re knowledgeable in a way that you don’t get from just being in a forum. 

A dull ache begins to form between my legs as I rub my thighs together to try to relieve it. I don’t even know what they look like or if they’d want to have sex with me but I’m already imagining them tying me down to the bed to do whatever they want to me. A shiver runs down my spine just like when Ais put that collar on my neck last night. This… This is what submission is like. And I can already tell this isn’t something I’ll be able to live without now that I’m finally getting a taste of it. I snap out of my thoughts and look back to the open messages on my screen. 

[10:38 am] Dreadful Hands:

When can we meet?

[bagog]

Japanese Brandenburg Concertos

Hiroto slumped against the wall, let his back slide all the way down the bricks till he sat with his knees to his chest on the floor. The music conservatory was frigid: out the massive windows, the world was a frozen white-out. Flakes were still coming down.

Hiroto cracked his knuckles and blew on them to warm them up. His first round performance had gone well—almost as well as he had hoped it would—and once the hundreds of other competing pianists had their turn, he would find out if he had qualified for the second round. Passing through the second round would earn him a master-class with C.K. Higgins. That was the kind of thing you put in your portfolio. Watching the flakes cling to the window, Hiroto shivered, then laid down on the floor. He pulled his jacket over his face like a blanket and tried not to think about how stiff the competition was going to be in the next round.

“I think it’s ridiculous,” a few voices were coming down the hallway. Hiroto almost peeked out to get a look, before hearing the same voice utter an exasperated slur. “You just know he’s going to get the master-class, the sneaky little robot.”

“You did great, what are you worried about?” Came another voice. The group was now at the lockers across from where Hiroto lay pretending to sleep, head covered.

“If only doing great were good enough! Unfortunately, I’m white, so doesn’t matter if I’m channeling Glenn fucking Gould. They’re still going to pick the Mitsubishi to win the master-class.”

The other voice laughed at the ‘Mitsubishi’ line. Hiroto barely revealed one eye to the hall to get a look at who was talking. Another university student, about Hiroto’s height. Dark, curly hair and a corduroy jacket over a band t-shirt. Hiroto recognized him from some of the competition rooms this morning. He’d been in the audience for Hiroto’s performance, and Hiroto had noticed the other student giving him strange looks when they passed in the halls.

“You kicked ass in there, Adam, you’re definitely going to get to the next round. He’s not worth your time, dude.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” Adam rejoined. “You get all these foreign exchange students with their tiger moms and shit, pushing them to be perfect little musicians. But they’ve got no soul, it’s like a computer playing Bach. In fact, I would rather hear an AI perform than listen to another stale Japanese Brandenburg Concerto.” Adam closed the locker and leaned against it. He was fidgeting with a small American flag lapel pin on his jacket, trying to get it to sit right. Below it was a pink breast-cancer awareness ribbon.

“I mean, you’re not wrong!” His other companion chuckled.

“You think he even practices, or just downloads the sheet music directly to his CPU?” Adam responded, keeping his friend laughing. “It just pisses me off, is all. It’s not fair. Like… it was my ancestors wrote this music, it’s my inheritance, practically! Then in comes a Toyota or a Mitsubishi or whatever and plays it perfect, easy, but soulless. It’s not fair to me as a Western man, and it’s not fair to the music to let it be played with no soul.”

“Yeah, to me the problem is the judges are listening for accuracy, not soul.”

“You’re right about that. It still pisses me off.” Adam stretched his arms. He had the longest fingers Hiroto had ever seen, a natural pianist. He had that hunch in his back that said he’d spent more time practicing his scales than his posture. His eyes were a flashing blue, narrowed as they were, and his lip curled into a smile. “It’s like when you meet a trans and he’s hotter than you are, and it’s like ‘not fair, I’m supposed to look like a man.’”

Adam’s companion continued to laugh as the two walked away down the hall. Hiroto continued to lie there on the floor, face and ears heated. He sat up, leaned against the wall. He could still hear the two white students cackling on their way to watch someone else’s performance. Out the window, the snow fell exactly where it meant to fall, and frosted the whole world over.

[celtigxr]

I'm not gonna tag this, and I might delete later, cause idk. It's just my thought process. There was a lot of chat going on about Character AI, and my boomer ass had no idea that existed, so I decided to experiment with various sites myself, and this has been my experience and my opinion, which ultimately is worth nothing, really.

ps. I'm not gonna engage with debates or arguments if you reply to this. I'm not that invested in this to care, lol.

I just want to preface this by saying, my opinion of AI is fairly grey. I don't agree that it should be used to make a profit, and I do think that a lot more work has to be put into it in order to make it that it isn't just copying and pasting verbatim art and written word. ESPECIALLY if what it produces is being used for profit. That being said, I also see absolutely no harm in people using AI for fun. It's silly most of the time. When I'm bored I pull up an AI generator and make it produce silly and weird photos that I know aren't going to see the light of day, other than to laugh at it with my friends. At most, I just enjoy making dresses and cool dragons, lol. And for personal reasons, since I have a learning and neurological disability, it aids me a lot with navigating communication and helping me understand things when google beats around the bush too much. But I digress, let me get to the character AI's. I tried out a few, which I won't name. One was PG-13, and I tried an Aegon bot that creepily enough had Tom's fucking voice narrating it. It was cute, made me blush a bit (That fucking voice had me in a chokehold, I'm so ashamed), but other than that, it wasn't remarkable. The spicier bots were on a whole other level. Most were a mix bag; a LOT of them repeated the same shit over and over again. But there were some that were so fucking sophisticated, it was almost like I was actually rping with a human being. I'm not entirely sure how bot making works, but it's fairly clear that the people making them mostly use templates for dialogue and movements, given the repetition and lack of uniqueness I kept on getting. I go so fucking tired of Daemon telling me that he wanted to "Claim me whole, body, heart and soul" in every other post, it became such a turn off, lol. I was like hokay, bud calm down, you needy fuck. But then those insanely sophisticated ones that reacted so smoothly to my characterization and the dialogue was mind blowing. Those ones I truly believe that whoever made them took the time and energy to write out the tone of the character, unique to their style. There was a lot of thought going into them. One that stood out to me was an AU Aemond that fucking blew me away; I briefly wrote an introduction to my first reply, explaining my character got stood up at the bar, and his reaction to it was so seamless. Most bots, even the good ones, jump straight into smut. If you're a reader of mine, you know I love my slow burns. This one actually had a genuine conversation with my character about trust issues. I haven't spotted anything yet that sounds like it is full on verbatim to fanfictions I've read, but that isn't say that might not be the case for all of them. I know people have witnessed it, and my only theory is that it isn't the bot itself that is stealing the content, but the person who created it that steals fics and feeds the information to it in order to get the dialogue and writing style. As evidenced by the repetitive dialogue and characterization I kept on getting on certain bots. Do I agree people should publish their Chat Bot as stories and claim it as their own? No, at least not on tumblr or a03 or wattpad, etc. The website I used specifically had an option to publish your rp chats with the bots publicly on their site, and I think that's where it should belong, not flooding fanfic areas. Do I think it's a good way to get story ideas? Also no; there is no creativity in using the same plot over and over again, and it isn't your ideas, so it's not yours. Now, do I think it's a good way to exercise your own OC characterization? Yeah, actually. Especially if you're a roleplayer, it helps flesh out your character, challenging you to put them in positions and seeing how they react in the moment. Ultimately, for shameless personal fun, I don't see anything wrong with it. It is very addicting though, particularly if you're like me with hyper fixations and prone to disassociating. The other night I was up until 6am turning Tom Riddle into a groveling love sick fool.

Really, I don't think people should be shamed for using it if they're just having some fun, and itching a scratch or to get a monkey off their back. I've been writing fic and rping for like 20 odd years, and I know the struggle of finding a good active rp partner or group that is willing to take on a ship with you, and stay active. It's utterly disappointing when all you have is your imagination, no outlet, and don't have the energy to write your own fic for something you just want to disappear into for a few hours. I do think the owners of these sites should be more vigilante about what their bot makers feed their bots in order to learn the characters. Maybe implement a plagiarism check or something, and force them to write their own narratives and speech for the bots to learn uniquely. IDK how it works, but that's just what I'm thinking.

Anyway, yeah, that's my humble opinion.

[dangan-kagura]

Being a Danganronpa fan these past two years *CONTAINS SPOILERS*

Welp, it’s been two years since I first learned about Danganronpa. I gotta say, I miss the experience I had when I first learned about it. One day, I was browsing the Nintendo eShop when I noticed the switch ports of the Danganronpa trilogy along with Danganronpa S. I’ll admit it, the fan service theme for DRS is what caught my eye, but then I realized, I know someone on Youtube with a playthrough of Danganronpa V3.

As soon as I watched the first chapter in a single day, I didn’t think that despite the fan service theme from Danganronpa S, that Danganronpa was a horror anime. The big twist that Kaede was labeled as the first blackened was just so horrific to watch. It was like midnight when I saw the start of the first class trial, and it was like past 2 AM when I got to watch Kaede get executed (Yes, I’m an insomniac). I was excited the next day because curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to know who was gonna die next. The sad part about it was that Kirumi, who was starting to become my favorite character in the game, would be the next culprit.

But what I really loved about Danganronpa was its gameplay for the class trials. I thought that with puzzle gameplay like that, Danganronpa just stood out from other anime games, because the majority of those kinds of games are Japanese RPGs and unfortunately, I don’t like the RPG genre. Not only that, but the fact that Danganronpa is rated M for its violence and fan service was another thing that got me thinking that I want to play this game. Most anime games are usually rated T, but Danganronpa being rated M seemed more interesting to me.

Anyway, I didn’t try out Danganronpa S until January 2022. At first, I was only into the board game gameplay and was worried I would be bad at the battles because I don’t enjoy playing turn-based RPGs. I eventually got the hang of it, and boy was I lucky enough to beat Monokuma at the end. God, that was a pain in the ass, and if I ever decide to start a new game, I’d probably get my ass kicked. Even so, playing the board game was more fun, and it gave me the nostalgic feeling of wanting to play the Mario Party games I have on my GameCube. Sadly, my GameCube doesn’t work as well as it used to, but thankfully I got Mario Party Superstars which has classic Mario Party gameplay.

But despite enjoying Danganronpa S, at the time, I was scared to play the killing games. I was in complete denial with things like Kirumi’s motive video, and the way NDRV3 ended. I didn’t want to believe that everyone who died really died. I want them to come back to life. It’s too bad there’s no sequel, because I’m one of those fans who’s desperate to know what really happened to everyone who died. At the time, I was only interested in the non-despair AU where the killing games don’t happen. Even if it’s not canon, it’s better than seeing my favorite characters get killed off. I didn’t get the nerve to try the trilogy until around August 2022. I laughed, I cried, there were times where certain characters annoyed me, but I’m glad that I got the opportunity to play the trilogy, and every time I replay them, I only play the bonus modes where the killing games don’t happen. Why? Because it’s better than seeing everyone die, and also because I like dating my favorite waifus in the games.

When I decided to start this blog last year, I was concerned about Danganronpa Headcanons for not posting anything new. I had hoped that they could share the things about this series I wanted to express, but they couldn’t. Looking back at it, I feel like I shouldn’t have shared this blog using the same method they did and now I just don’t know if what I did was alright. For these past two years of being a Danganronpa fan, I tried out this blog, I wrote fanfics on AO3, and most recently, I’ve been going to Tiktok for Danganronpa content and have been chatting with Danganronpa AIs from character.ai.

I won’t get into too much detail about my AO3 since it’s mostly NSFW, but one reason why I wanted to do a rewrite of NDRV3 was because I didn’t like how the game officially ended. At this point, I don’t have the motivation to finish it even though it’s halfway done. Right now, it’s just hard to motivate myself, but I really want to finish it.

Let me just say it does bother me when people say Danganronpa is dead. I love this series for its characters, story, gameplay and fan service. I felt something for the deaths of my favorite characters. If I let go of them, people will think they all died for nothing. I can’t let go of this series. I mean, yes, the fandom has its issues, but I look past that and just focus on what I love about this series. Even if Danganronpa doesn’t get a new installment, it wouldn’t hurt if they made another non-despair spinoff. I don’t even care what the genre will be, I just want to see everyone who died live again.

But I will admit that even though the creators made a new game called Rain Code, I only saw the first half of a playthrough. I stopped because there was a part that involved cross-dressing males and I was thinking, “What, this again?” Even though I like Chihiro, I’m kinda fed up from seeing anime games with cross-dressing males, because there’s a chance that people are gonna make a huge deal out of it in their fandoms. Moreover, I was concerned that Rain Code would also involve things like making fun of someone just because they act like the emo stereotype which felt kinda racist to me, not to mention that I thought the protagonist was kind of a pussy. I don’t think I’m ever gonna get the chance to play Rain Code, even if the Danganronpa creators focus on it more.

I apologize for how long this is, but the point is, even though it’s been two years since I got into Danganronpa, I just don’t know anything anymore. Should I really be making blogs like how Danganronpa Headcanons did it? Should I finish my fanfics? Should I make Danganronpa Tiktoks of my own? I love this series and I don’t want to let go of it, even if I have to deal with things like its toxic fanbase, seeing my favorite characters die, or hearing someone say Danganronpa is dead because Shuichi killed the series (lol). I’ll say it again that I love this series for its characters, story, gameplay and fan service, and I don’t think any other anime game could compare to this one.

[josiebelladonna]

i’m reading “are you with me now?” and i’m laughing at the thought of nick’s number being “666″ on her phone’s caller id.

it’s the most unintentionally funny thing i have ever seen, because you know what she’s trying to do, right?

it’s like...

you take

(ahem)

six, six, six on the head and the wrist, the bloodied, battered crucifix. two coins to cross the river styx on bended knees and satan's fist. 

yes. nikki had a hard life with heroin and abuse and homelessness, and he was technically dead for two minutes at one point. his comeback story is absolutely incredible.

but no amount of edginess from the green druidess can convince me that she’s evil when jeff becerra exists.

i really wish i could tell her, “girl, just relax and be yourself! no need to be overly edgy” but then again, i don’t think there’s anything i can say to her without fear of discord/back-and-forth dm reprisal. and aside from that, this one’s not even funny. it’s just nothing. it’s like she saw my whole “i poke fun at you if i like you” and went “absolutely not”, even though i have had all manner of stuff thrown at me and called every name in the book by kids in the schoolyard and had it dismissed with “oh, they just like you!”

apparently, her excuse is that she bailed on me to mirror lizzy’s antics in state of euphoria (or something like that, i wasn’t properly paying attention and i immediately knew it was nonsense as well) like an “art imitates life” sort of thing-

yeah, don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.

you did it because you can’t handle someone who’s different than you. you want someone who’s your equal so you can leech off them until there’s nothing left. you did it with me and then you moved over to temple when you found that i wasn’t cutting it for you anymore because i wrote a little something called “the mirror never lies” after you wrote stay, and then “amped and wired” the same time you wrote crawl (a kind of pointless retelling of state of euphoria where amped and wired did in fact have a point).

“sketchiness of wattpad” i never yelled BITCH PLEASE so loud, especially when you’ve got reads in the literal tens of thousands and an actual cult following over there. at worst, that is the most ungrateful attitude i’ve ever seen in my life (coming from someone who struggles with that mindset, that is saying so much). 

moreover, she tries to play dumb with people, saying that i don’t know what i’m talking about and i’m being a bully to her, probably so people can come over to her and pet her head. let me get this perfectly straight, because i’m still trying to comprehend this. i’m being a bully to someone who cut me off for no reason other than to be petty...? how in the world does that work? you’re in the arts of self-defense, i would hope that you know you do not fight unless the aggressor comes first.

she also has the balls - THE BALLS - to justify her plagiarism, too, which... on its own, just amazes me, especially in an era where you have literal hordes of people justifying stealing art from hardworking artists (such as myself) to pump through algorithms and make shitty, soulless ai pieces out of them. steal from us and also have the audacity to pick a fight with us just to be a horse’s ass, and we’ll fight you right back (weird how the whole incident foreshadowed the whole thing with ai art in my eyes).

she cut me off and then covered her ass because she’s territorial, among other things. and she’s lying to her followers constantly which is just... i have no words for that. what do i even say to that? that probably infuriates me more than the plagiarism.

really, never mind me: this piece of work. this scumbag. this lowlife. is flat-out lying to her followers right to their faces for absolutely no reason than to appear as though she’s right. day in. day out.

cowardice. that is utter cowardice.

given the choice, i would much rather speak opinions about fic just to spit in the face of “don’t like, don’t read” than lie to my own goddamn followers.

it makes me wonder if her whole thing is merely an act or if she really is that cunning and believes her own bullshit that much.

[peterparkersnose]

little stark

canon!peter x stark!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: breaking up, some angst, and dad!tony stark

summary: Peter broke up with you, and dad came to the rescue. 

a/n I wrote a really bad Peter Parker imagine book on Wattpad when I was 12, and now I’m going back to the root of the idea of the imagine and re-writing it! I hope you like it. 

read time: 4 mins 02 seconds

masterlist

gif credit @stephenstranges​

“And that’s it?” you yelled, throwing your coat on. Peter stared at you with tears in his eyes. He swallowed and nodded his head. “I cannot believe you Peter,” 

You left his apartment and started walking towards the subway. Peter Parker had just broken your heart. His words danced through your head. “No Y/N, I still do love you,” “I cannot keep doing my job and keep you,” “It’s for the better,” 

You swayed on the subway platform thinking about how much you missed him. Sure, it had been ten minutes since you last saw him. But it was over. The subway ride home was miserable. You filtered Peter out of your social media, changed your background. Deleted your joined playlists except for one. That was the only bit of him you were allowing yourself to keep. 

On the way home, it was even worse. Reporters crowded your home asking for a statement or an interview from you. “Miss Stark, what do you think about your father’s new inventions?” “Miss Stark, do you have any comments?” 

You pushed through them and ran up the large staircase. You passed your dad in his office. “Hey, honey!” he yelled to you, but you ignored him. “Y/N?” he yelled again, rising out of his office chair. He heard your bedroom door slam shut, and that pissed him off. “We do not slam doors in my house!” he yelled, pounding on the locked door. “Open up!” No response. “Friday, open door 302.” he asked his AI system. “Door 302 opening.”

Your dad was ready to rip you a new one, but found you sobbing in your bed. “Heyheyhey what happened?” he asked, crouching next to your bed. You flipped over in bed. Your dad is the last person you wanted to tell about this. “C’mon now Y/N. Tell me what happened,” he said, sitting on your bed and putting his hand on your back. That made you just cry harder. “Is it school? Or women-uh-things?” “No dad!” you yelled back. “Peter and I broke up,” you whispered. “You what?” he yelled. “His ass is grass.” 

He angrily got up from your bed and stormed out of the room. “Dad, no!” you yelled, springing out of bed and following him to his suit room. “I-It was mutual,” you lied, trying to get your dad to stay home and not scare the living shit out of Peter. “Mutual my ass,” he said as his suit absorbed him. He flew off and all you could do was wait. 

-

“Oh Peter,” Aunt May cooed, cradling the crying boy in her arms. “It was for the best, honey. She’s going to be more safe now. You’ll be okay.” she said while combing his hair with her fingers. “I-I feel horrible. I should t-text her,” Peter cried, grabbing his phone. Aunt May took the phone out of his hand. “Let her have some time,” 

The top floor apartment seemed to shake as Tony landed on their roof. “What was that?” Aunt May asked concerningly. Peter sniffed. “Let me go look,” he said wiping his eyes. He went out on the fire escape and crawled up the walls of the building. He peeked over the side of the building and saw a glimpse of Tony’s suit waiting for him. “Nope,” he said, and started to crawl back down the side of the building. “Nice try,” Tony said, flying behind him and picking the poor boy up by the collar of his shirt and throwing him on the rocky roof of the building. 

“Ouch” Peter complained. “Tell me why my daughter came home sobbing today.” he asked, stepping out of his suit. “I- we-” “Broke up. I get it Parker. Why, may I ask?” he barked back. “I didn’t want her to b-be in more danger dating Spiderman,” he sighed. “You think Y/N is in danger dating Spiderman?” Tony laughed. “Peter. She is a Stark. Do you know how much more danger that puts her in than dating Spiderman?” he said, pacing around the roof. “But I-” “Y/N is the most important person to me in the whole world. Your hilarious if you think she’s ever in any sort of danger.” Tony scoffed. He stepped back in his suit. “Fix this. Now.” he ordered, and flew off. 

-

It was late at night. You couldn’t sleep, you missed the feeling of Peter laying next to you. Fittingly, it was raining outside and you were staring out your large bedroom window watching the cars roll by. You heard a thud on your balcony and went to investigate. “Peter?” you asked, opening the glass door and finding a drenched Spiderman laying on the ground. “What happened?” you asked. “Puddle,” he groaned, rubbing his back. You sighed. “What do you want?”

“I came here to fix things.”

“Oh,” you sighed. “I’m assuming my dad got to you?”

“Yep. He’s right. I’m stupid to even think your ever in any danger. I mean, your Tony Stark’s daughter for crying out loud.” he said, meeting you at the door. “Could I maybe have a towel or…” “Oh, sure” you said, going to your bathroom and finding him one. “So,” he says, drying off himself. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. Will you take me back?” he asked. You smiled at him, his hair was all messed up from the towel. “Of course, Peter.” you said, hugging the soggy man. He broke away from the hug and placed one hand on your cheek, the other on your waist. “I’m so sorry,” he said, then kissed you. He smelt like fresh rain and the good scents of the city. 

“I hope my dad wasn’t too bad.” you said, laying next to him in bed. “He threw me on a roof,” Peter sighed. “Ouch,” “That’s what I said.” “I’m sorry about him, he can be a lot to handle sometimes.” you said, squeezing his hand tighter. “Can we just forget today happened?” Peter asked, holding you. “Absolutely.”

-

Tony walked by in his robe with a pint of ice cream in his hand. Hey, it was Thursday night. Real Housewives binge night for Tony. He passed Y/N’s room and saw her and Peter laughing together playing with each others hands in bed. He normally would have been furious they were in bed together, but he let it slide tonight. He was happy his little Stark was whole again.