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[treeteaofversailles]

Strip Kitty Cards

MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!

Summary: You and Dr. Zayne play a round of Kitty Cards on your weekend off together. There is a twist to the rules (hence the title). Not much more could be said or else it spoils it :)

Tags/TW: Smut (memories of it, not actual smut), stripping, competitiveness, open-ending, Dr. Zayne is mean, Fem!Reader

A/N: The gameplay was based on a real round of kitty cards I played against Zayne. There is a mix of the game dialogue and my own dialogue. I only wrote memories of a smut scene but I haven't written a real smut scene for this. I might try to... ? I also fixed the grammar stuff... hopefully it's okay now

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You bent the deck carefully and carefully released the halves under your thumbs, letting them flutter between your fingers to shuffle them. You scooped your fingers under the deck and let the cards shuffle themselves back into a single deck before dealing out two number cards and a single assist card to Zayne, then yourself. 

“Today’s goal is a small victory!” You neatly placed the assist deck and the number cards deck in the center of the table between the cups. 

“That’s not what you usually say,” Zayne raised an eyebrow, sliding his cards over to himself. 

You slid your cards over and pursed your lips. “Today’s goal is a flawless victory?” 

He laughed softly and tilted his head slightly, “We should both do our best.” Zayne thumbed his cards carefully before turning them over, his hazel eyes scanning his hand. 

You turned your hand over, too. You had a red four, a blue three, and a “kitty plot” assist card. That wasn’t too bad. There were two green and two red cups in the ring, so you had a one in two chance for your cards to land. 

“Would you like to go first or second?” Zayne asked. 

“I’ll let you go first!” You smiled brightly. You knew that you had better chances of drawing more cards going second and having a hand above Zayne. 

“Don’t come crying to me later,” he shook his head. “Remember our deal?” 

Your eyebrow only raised at him. “Every time a card fails or we get skipped, we strip. If we lose completely, we have to get naked and do whatever the other person wants for twenty-four hours.” 

“Mhm,” he nodded. “But darling, if you wanted to get me naked, you could have just asked.” 

“This is more fun,” You shrugged. “And I owe you a fair game of cards, don’t I?” 

“Hmm… You’re not going to grab another layer? Or several?” He asked, his tone light and playful. Zayne was wearing his usual suit, tie, and tan-hued vest. He hadn’t grabbed another layer, so why should you?  

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m not a coward. And I’m not a loser. I’m gonna beat you, Zee.” You were going to beat him wearing your casual weekend clothes. 

His lips only twitched into a bigger smirk. “We’ll see.” 

You huffed and grabbed a card from the numbers deck. 

Zayne grabbed an assist card and instantly turned it over to you. It was a “paw combo”. He scanned his hand quickly and pulled a brown five-point cat card, placing it in a white cup, and quickly played his last numbers card: a blue four-point cat card. In total, gaining nine points.

You frowned. That’s already a lot of points to gain in a short amount of time. You drew from the assist pile and gained a “skip” card. You stared at your hand carefully before playing the “skip” card immediately. You waited for him to play a “meow this!” card. 

That was probably the strongest card in a person’s hand. Drawing two cards sometimes helped. But the card that was the bane of your existence was the “change cup color” card. It eityour worked in your favor or it bit your spectacularly in the ass. 

Zayne didn’t play anything and frowned slightly. He loosened his tie and took it off, placing it on the table. 

You smiled at the sight of the loose fabric between you both. So your card worked. You played your red four-point card, placing it into one of the red cups. You were only a point behind Zayne. 

He drew from the assist deck, the corner of his lips suddenly turning up in a smirk. “This is going to send shivers down someone’s spine…” he hummed. The look on his face was more than enough to do that to you. 

The longer you looked at his smirking face, the more your stomach fluttered. You quickly averted your eyes and focused on your deck, carefully playing out your next moves in your head. 

You could draw an assist card, not really looking at it, and then quickly play your green three-point card. That would push you to earn a total of fourteen points. 

Zayne tried to draw from the numbers deck but then glanced at the “skip” card in the center of the ring. He sighed and drew his hand back. It was your turn now. 

You placed it under the assist deck and drew an assist card, relief washing over you when you were greeted by the “meow this!” card. Your relief only grew when you saw that you had two “meow this!” cards, including this one. 

You quickly played your green card and smiled brightly at Zayne. 

“Seems like the match is going in your favor,” he tilted an eyebrow. “But let’s see how long that lasts…” He drew from the assist pile and from the numbers pile after not playing every one of the cards. 

Your brows knit slightly from the interesting move. It wasn’t like he could play a number card anyway; You were just curious why he didn’t play an assist card. Both of you were tied up for the types of cards they had. One number card and three assists. That made you begin to sweat slightly under your collar. 

You didn’t pull from the assist pile, jumping right into playing your final number card. You placed the blue three-point cat into a white cup. You now have seventeen points. Even with the bigger gap in points between you, there were three cups left, but there were three assist cards in his hand. You could easily lose it all completely. 

Zayne drew from the assist pile and glanced at you, “I think this is what you wanted.” 

Your skin was buzzing with nerves. That could be anything. It could be a red or green six-point card, or a “meow this!” card. 

He played a “purrator” card. You scowled instantly. There it was. The bane of your existence. 

You instantly slapped a “meow this!” card from your hand. 

Zayne’s eyebrow rose. “Hmph,” he huffed and shook his head, “You got me.” 

He unbuttoned his vest and shrugged it off, hanging it on the back of his chair. He quickly played another assist card. A “magic paw”. 

You slapped down your final “meow this!” card. You were holding onto your seventeen points for dear life. Zayne sighed and placed his cards facedown on the table. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly. 

You watched each one get undone, his long slender fingers carefully unnotching the buttons from and pulling the fabric more off his chest. Your eyes clung to every curve and dip of his toned body. He had a little bit of chest hair, but it was so light. There was a thicker trail of hair that started at his navel and disappeared below the waistband of his slacks.

You couldn’t stop staring. Something about seeing Zayne shirtless made you get all hot inside. There was a sudden need to see him up close. To feel him. 

He pulled his shirt from his pants, his biceps flexing slightly as he pulled his sleeves off. Zayne hung it over the back of his chair as well. 

You shifted slightly in your seat as you thought about how his chest would feel under your hands. You wanted to see how far that trail of hair went. You wanted to see his chest turn pinkish from his exertions when he’d—

“My eyes are up here,” his voice snapped you from your thoughts.

Your eyes fluttered up to his. There was a questioning look on his face, but his eyes shone with something dark and just as heated as your gaze had been. 

You cleared your throat. “Since you don’t have any more ‘meow this!’ cards, I’m sorry about this.” 

He pushed up his glasses and sat back in his chair. “You don’t sound sorry at all.” 

You smiled. You didn’t bother trying to squeeze faux sympathy in your words, too happy seeing him undressed like this. 

Zayne pulled from the assist deck and revealed the card to you. “Meowster”. 

“Shit…” You hissed, sinking into your chair. 

Zayne carefully pulled five cards from the bottom of the assist deck and held them up to himself, his eyes carefully skimming over each card. He looked at you and pulled out a card, holding it up in the air. 

“Purrator”.

“Fuck,” You seethed sharper than you intended. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not a good card, anyway,” he shrugged, but the way his eyes twinkled behind his rectangular lenses made your hands sweaty again. You prayed to a benevolent god to let you hold onto your seventeen points. 

You may have wanted to get you both undressed under any circumstances, but you wanted to win more. 

Zayne played the cursed “purrator” card, and you were powerless to do anything about it. 

He studied the table and selected your red cat card. The cup began to flash through multiple colors, each one setting more of your nerves on fire. 

The cup turned green, and you slumped in your seat. You were down to nine points, tied with Zayne. 

“It had to be done,” Zayne shrugged. 

“You think I’m gonna buy into that?!” You gasped. “Get your Machiavellian logic out of this game!” 

“Isn’t the whole premise of this game your Machiavellian attempt?” He tilted his head. 

Your mouth snapped shut, and you sank lower in your seat, earning a smug smile from Zayne. The smile made your stomach flutter with dark heat that crawled lower between your legs, but your competitiveness overrode the arousal.

You wanted to wipe that smile off his face. 

Zayne looked at the assist deck and then at his hand. He played his last assist card, revealing a “meowster” card. He drew the last five cards from the deck. 

You gnawed on the inside of your bottom lip as he stared longer at the deck. He drew a “magic paw” card, sending a low chill down your spine. 

No… please… 

“This will have to do…” Zayne mused. He stared at his hand before playing the same card he had just drawn. 

Zayne selected your green cat card after he slid his assist card under the deck. He just reduced you to five points.

“And here I finally got a good card…” You whined. 

“Try to get another one,” Zayne replied instantly. 

You glared at him. It was still his turn. 

He drew a number card, and his eyebrow quirked, “This is getting interesting…” 

“This is getting interesting…” You mocked his voice under your breath. It made him smile. 

“You’re not even undressed in the slightest,” he said. 

“Did you forget the entire stipulation?” You hissed at him. 

Zayne hemmed and hawed as he thought about it, acting as if he were having a hard time remembering. “Oh yes…” his smile only grew. “The loser has to get naked and do what the other player wants for twenty-four hours.” 

Zayne laughed softly, but there was no sympathy behind it. “Did you think I’d go easy on you?” 

Your eye twitched. The thought running through your mind was no longer your hands running down his abs; it was to completely destroy Zayne at this stupid card game. 

It was finally your turn. 

You drew from the assist deck, drawing a “paw combo” card. You stared at it for a while. You didn’t have any more number cards to play. It was useless to you. 

You sighed and drew a number card. 

Zayne drew from the assist deck and couldn’t bother hiding the amusement in his voice. “It will be more interesting now.” He played the card. 

“Freeze”.

“It’s like I’m using my Evol,” Zayne said. 

You just glared at him and yanked your socks off. You tapped your nail impatiently on the back of your cards.

Zayne drew a number card. 

“What’s the number?” You asked. 

“Somewhere between one and six,” came his quick reply.  

You sighed and drew an assist card, but when you were about to slide it on the table, you saw the “freeze” card on the table. You couldn’t play the “purrceive” you just drew. You stared at Zayne over your cards. It was as if he was reading your damn mind. 

You grumbled and played your only number card, placing it in the last green cup. “As long as it can be doubled.” 

“It’s an easy condition to satisfy,” Zayne nodded. He then drew an assist card. “It’s my favorite card.” 

You groaned. At this point, any card could be his favorite. From “meow this” to “purrator”… He was somehow able to overpower you, no matter what move you made. 

He played a “purrceive” card.

You nearly crumpled your cards in your hands. “You—!” 

“Hm?” He tilted his head. “Was this a card you wanted to play?” 

You pinched your lips shut and swore to plant carrots in his lunch. “Just get it over with.” You held out your deck to him. 

Zayne selected your “paw combo” card. 

“You’re so merciless…” You whined. 

“Thank you for the compliment,” he chirped as he played a green three-point card in a white cup. He was now at twelve points. You were at nine. 

You dove onto the assist pile before he was done withdrawing his hand from the cup. You drew a “purrator”. 

Please! Please! Please! You chanted in your head. “With this, I’ll surely be able to win today!” You blurted out. You then dropped your head into your hands and sighed. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud…” Your nerves felt like they were frying up under your skin. 

“Wishes don’t come true if you say them out loud,” Zayne replied. 

“Shut—” You took the “purrator” card and slapped it onto the table “—Your gob.”

You were about to select his brown five-point cat card when you froze. 

There was a four in five chance you could make him lose. It would take him down to seven points with you and potentially prolong the game. 

But there was a one in five chance you could lose everything. 

Were you really going to gamble with fate? With your cataclysmically awful luck? You’ve got a date with destiny, and it’s not going to end with a kiss. 

You decided that you were going to fuck it and find out. You chose his brown five-point cat card. 

The cards flashed through the colors. 

“Dr. Zayne, how do you like it?” You chirped, hoping for retribution. 

Your face fell instantly, and your eyes glazed over when it turned brown. You found out the consequences of your actions. 

“Nothing special,” he shrugged with only the biggest shit-eating grin that the stoic doctor could manage. “Now… you remember the deal…”

You got to your feet and yanked the sweater off. You were down to your tank top, underwear, and shorts. You weren't even wearing a bra; You were so confident in winning. Plus, you also weren't insane enough to wear one on your weekend off. 

You were too busy stewing in your miserable luck to notice Zayne staring at your chest. 

He was at seventeen points. You were at seven points. 

Zayne had two number cards left, and you had two assist cards left. A “purrceive” and a “kitty plot”. There was one red cup and one white cup left. 

You drew a number card. 

Zayne drew an assist card, “I remember this card is very powerful.” 

“Zayne, please! Please! I’m begging!” You instantly crumpled to the floor before he could even play it. His casual threat made your knees buckle. You whined, “Please have mercy!” 

“No,” he slid his assist card over. “Bye-bye!: demolish and discard a Kitty placed by your opponent”.

You took one glance at it and broke into a small faux sob, resting your forehead against the edge of the table. “You’re so mean!” You cried. 

“It’s all in the name of the game, sweetie,” he hummed. “Not my fault you’re so—”

“Watch it.” You hissed at him. 

“—So unlucky this time around,” Zayne hummed, still looking far too smug about what was going to happen. 

“Dr. Zayne, where is your mercy as a doctor?” You hauled yourself back into your chair. 

“I’m currently off work,” Zayne said, his eyes shining darkly, “There is no benevolence in me.” 

Your breath hitched suddenly. That shouldn’t have turned you on, not when you were losing so badly. You crossed your legs together, pinching your thighs close. 

The memories of his hands meticulously massaging your body and drawing out orgasm after orgasm flooded your head. The look he wore now was the same that he wore then, as you helplessly cried through a mind-shattering orgasm in his arms. 

Zayne played a brown two-point card in the white cup. Nineteen points. 

“Was that a mistake?” You asked. 

“A new strategy,” he responded simply, not elaborating further. 

“Really?” 

He nodded, “You’ll know.” 

You looked at your hand and then realized the danger. 

There was the final red cup. He had one number card left. Even if he played a different colored card and earned zero points, he was going to wipe the floor with you. 

You had one number card and three assist cards. One of which was not helpful if he was going to play his final card before you could get a chance to play the additional number cards you drew. The other allowed you to draw more assist cards, but it would erase cards from your deck, not his. The final one was slightly helpful because it would take away all of his cards, forcing him to draw from the deck. 

You had to stop him no matter what it took. That was the safest option. 

But there was the chance that he might not play the card, and you could earn a red cat card and then play one of the two assist cards that would take away his final card. 

And like a moth to a flame, you chose to gamble and play your “cat-ching!” card, drawing two number cards: a blue three-point card and a red two-point card. 

If you played the red card, you would be at eight points. 

“Take what you want,” Zayne said. You weren't really paying attention to him anymore. 

You were already fighting a losing battle, but you were going down playing everything you could. 

It still wasn’t Zayne’s turn yet. You played your “purrcieve” card and took away his only number card. 

Now it was the final decision. 

You stared at your red card. 

You could play it and end the round. You would lose spectacularly at only eight points to his nineteen. It wasn’t upsetting that you were against stripping to your birthday suit for Zayne. It was upsetting that you were losing at a game. 

You could hold onto it and draw another card. If you were able to draw an assist card, there was a chance it could be a “freeze” or “skip” card. It would hold Zayne back a little longer as you tried to gain a red six-point card or another assist card that could somehow erase his points down to zero with “purrator” or down to one point with “magic paw”. But you could only draw a number card this round. 

You took a breath and then sighed. You drew a number card. 

Zayne pulled an assist card. “The deciding card is here.” 

He revealed a “kitty plot” card, earning two more assist cards. He swapped one assist for a number card. You drew an assist card. Some hope rushed through you as you read the description. 

“Dr. Zayne, are you ready to receive my attacks?” You asked. You weren't going down without a fight. 

“Have you forgotten what my Evol is?” He countered. 

You stared at your hand carefully again. You played your “magic paw” card you just drew. You selected his brown five-point cat card, your body thrumming with anticipation that it would be taken down. It would only take his overall points down to fifteen points, but that was still a good amount of points to lose—

Zayne instantly played his “meow this!” card. 

You deflated in your seat. “I’ll let you have it this time…” You mumbled. 

“Thank you,” he chirped. 

You pouted as you scoured your choices. You can play your final assist card: “kitty plot”. It would only help you gain more assist cards and discard a number card from your hand. It wouldn’t erase his. 

You can play your red two-point card. You thumbed at the red cat beaming up at you. It was only two points and amounted to four when played. 

Or you can draw a card. Get a chance to earn a red six-point card, but then lose your chance to play it when Zayne plays his final number card. 

You lose in every decision. It was now down to losing because you were either proactive or inactive. 

“Letting your mind wander is a bad habit…” Zayne’s voice broke through your decisions. 

You chose to be proactive. You played your red card. 

You lost. 

“One day, I will become the Kitty Card Master,” You sighed, placing your cards down on the table. 

“And then?” Zayne did the same, revealing a blue three-point card. 

“I’m waiting for my next challenger,” You replied, sitting back in your chair. At least you’ll lose on your own terms. 

“I guess there can be more than one Master of Kitty Cards,” Zayne shrugged. “I don’t mind sharing the title with you.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Now…” Zayne reached up and took off his glasses. He folded the legs carefully before looking at you intently. 

Your body got hot, and you shifted in your seat, trying your best not to break under his heated gaze. Your stomach fluttered wildly, sending bolts of arousal down between your legs, making your cunt ache already. “Strip.” He ordered, a dark smile growing on his face. “You’re mine. For twenty-four hours…”

[fishfooddude]

Meeting the Parents

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

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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.”

[6feathered6siren6]

Can you make a fix where reader is drunk off their ass and spewing random nonsense in the server and everyone is either horrified or laughing their ass off? Much appreciated!!

Tipsy Secrets

Authors notes: Did I use my experience from being under the influence? Yes. This was a lot of fun to write things I learned and never wrote about before. Anyway enjoy! :3

Tigger warnings:

Alcohol

Prices of human parts

Mention torture

Mentions of killing/stabbing

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“Wait… how bad was I, Misaki?” Your voice quivers. Yesterday was game night, but Misaki convinces the server to do a drinking game this time around. It was ‘Truth or Drink’, a game that somehow got you fucking blasted, and aparrently a giggling mess.

Misaki laughed again. “Oh, come on, Reader, were you that drunk that you don’t remember?”

You were trying to recall your memories. Yesterday, you were in VC for game night, Ai hua and Vince couldn’t join because they had something important happening the next day. Feli couldn’t drink because she had a test the next day, and Luca was playing along in the drinking games. Angel, surprisingly agreed to join, she had the next day a late start, V, after so much pushing from mostly everyone, joined as well. You joined because you thought you didn’t have to do anything the next day. 

About a couple rounds in, you were drunk, and first started the giggling. Then the random murmurs. You didn’t know what you said but Ronin apparently recorded some of it. And it’s going to be a while until he gets off of his job. So there lies you, panicking about what things you said. 

“Come on, buddy,” Luca said, he was trying to soothe your worries but even he sounded kinda scared of you. “It wasn’t all bad.” 

“What Luca said,” Feli was also on call, trying to make you feel better. 

“But that doesn’t explain anything!” You yelled out. “You guys sound scared of me, like did I do something or say something wrong?”

Luca hummed, trying not to say what happened last night, well until a familiar profile picture showed up in VC.

“There’s the executioner! Hope you got new information for us, Darlin’!”

Eh?

“What?” You said, your eyebrow raised. What did you tell them?

Ronin then sent you a voice recording, deafening yourself in the call you decide to listen to it. 

“Did you know that a pair of eyeballs could cost one point five(1.5) thousand dollars?” 

That was your voice…

Ronin recorded you talking gibberish from last night and you can hear the question noises from the others. 

You hear yourself gasp, “LETS GET A GOAT!”

“What?!” Misaki yelled out. 

“Why darling?” 

“In the medieval times they used goats to torture people. So we can use it to kill people, like licking their feet to the point they bleed out, and die from it!” 

It cuts out to another time of you speaking. Hiccuping then speaking, “We can always sell blood, selling a pint is like over three hundred(300), maybe four hundred(400). So maybe we can get rich by selling our blood. Reverse vampire!” Then you started giggling again while everyone was a bit surprised by that, but also some laughing. 

“Darling, are you good?”

“Peachy perfect, emo boy!” This time everyone started laughing before it got cut off to another of you hiccuping. 

“Did you know guns are the most used murder weapon, we need to spice things up, let's start using other things… like… crayons…” 

“Crayons, Reader?” Misaki questioned, mid laughing. 

“Force feed them?” You mumble out. “What about making it sharp and stabbing them or would that categorize it as a stabby stabby?”

Then again it cuts off, the more you listen the more you feel your face burn. All that research and ideas for your book, spilled into the killer's ears. They know…

You look back into the call seeing V has joined, everyone from last night was there. You slowly undeafen the call.

“-but honestly it was kinda funny.” Ronin spoke, “Hey, we learn a bit more about them.”

“Even their ideas of killing or ways to sell bodies! It’s interesting, V!” Misaki yelled out, clearly excited just from you researching things.

“But honestly, who normally just looks into the price of human skulls.” Luca shivered off.��

“Me. I do. And only me I guess,” You spoke, you sound so defeated. Now they think you are a freak, killing and selling bodies. Wanting to bring back medieval torturement. 

Ronin laughs, “Welcome back, Darling! How's the recording?” 

You groan, “Please to whatever god I have to pray, don’t put any of them in the bot.” 

Misaki laughs, “Too late, Buddy!” 

You groan again, hearing Angel’s soft voice through your speakers. “Don’t worry we can suffer together.”

“Yay, suffer duo…” You said in fake excitement. 

From then on, you made yourself promise something, never to get drunk with them.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Redamancy

LEE RUSSELL X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Standing up for Lee against his sisters. WARNINGS/TAGS: Slight Fluff, Established Relationship, LOTS of Confrontation, Yelling, Married to Lee, Slight Angst, Slight Hurt/Comfort, Heated Kiss, Mention of Lee being turned on

Wiping away the fuzz of the morning from your eyes while stomping down the steps, annoyance built from the banging on the front door. Having left Lee to sleep in on his day off, leaving you with an almost giddy feeling of getting to yell at your porch guest.

Taking notice of the two silhouettes through the frosty French door windows before swinging open the door, ready to unleash hell. "What!" you say angrily, not ready to yell just yet, looking at the two women who stood on the porch who looked more annoyed than you.

"Does Lee live here?" one said, but the other cut in, "Of course he does." The comment was not clearly meant for you, as she pushed past you.

"Lee, get your ass down here!" She yelled with the other following in, "What the fuck!?" you say, turning to watch them stare at the stairs. Watching as Lee flew down the steps, looking confused and scared while still putting on his shirt.

"Look at you, a fucking mess," she says, laughing, causing the other to do the same. "I'm sorry, I don't know they were coming." He says to you first, then turning to them, "Why are you here?" he asks, making them laugh harder.

"You're lucky we even came out here, Lee," one says before the other chimes in. "We're staying here for a few days; mom's watching the kids, so we need a break," she says, looking around in disgust. "Don't be rude, Lee. Introduce us," the other says, arms crossed.

Taking a deep breath with an extended arm to your back, he introduced the two who welcomed themselves into your shared home: "These are my sisters, Lacey and Lynn," pointing to the both of them. Lacey being the one who pushed past you earlier.

"Where's the guest rooms?" Lynn said walking to the stairs, pushing past Lee. "No," you said, causing all of their heads to snap in your direction. "You're not staying here," you say, laughing lightly at the ridiculousness, yet they turn to Lee.

"Look at you—no balls, no emails, not even a call or welcoming us in! We're family Lee! Hell you could have welcomed us over!" Lacey starts seeing real fear fall on Lee's face, breaking your heart.

"ENOUGH!" You yell, making them turn to you once again, "Get the fuck out of our house!" seeing as fear lay on all of their faces. "I did not wake up in the crack of fucking dawn just to hear two strangers bitch and moan at my husband!" Continuing your unleashing of hell watching as the two step back from it.

Your rant didn't stop one of them from turning to Lee. "Nuh uh, don't even fucking look at him," you warn before yelling once more "OUT!" watching as they rush out of the house.

Keeping up with them, sadly having missed them with the door, you slammed it shut, then locked it, taking a few breaths to calm down before looking over to Lee, stunned by the events that just unfolded, his hazel eyes staring at you.

"Are you okay?" you ask softly while rushing over to him. "Yeah," he says breathy, "No wonder you never told me about-" cutting you off as his lips smashed against yours, quickly feeling your back hit the wall. Breaking the kiss, allowing you both to catch your breaths, "I fucking love you," he says, voice deep while pushing against you, feeling just how much he loves you for defending his mere existence.

A/N: I wrote, proofread, and edited this while having double vision. Hope you enjoyed!

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[halloweenreaper]

I like the saying, "Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly." Especially when it comes to creative things. While AI is fine in some regards. I'll admit that I used AI to write cover letters when I was applying for jobs because those are the absolute bane of my existence. And even then, I had to check it over and edit what it wrote. But with things like creative writing and art, there's just naturally a human element to it that a mechine can't replicate. Art comes from who you are and how you see the world. It's an expression of you. AI can't do that. And besides that, what we have isn't really AI. It's machine learning. Pattern recognition. It can note common elements and remix them into something that on the surface looks like art, but there's no deeper meaning. There's no happy little accidents.

I think we get so caught up in this world where there's always some end goal, and everything seems to demand 110% out of you all the time. But that's not what art is. You can half ass art, and it's still art. It doesn't even need to be profound. In fact, art is a lot like being alive. It's never going to be perfect. And that's fine. For me, I don't write to make something perfect or profound. The highest level of praise I can get is seeing someone react to my work. Laughing. Crying. Anything.

We've used art to say "we were here" since humans started humaning. And handing that off to something as cold as a pattern recognition software just feels disingenuous. I'd rather see a handprint smacked against a wall than some cold amalgamation spit out by something that will never understand what it made. Half ass your art. Be bad at it. It's not about being the best anyway. It's about saying you were here. You were alive. That you had thoughts and feelings. And that's worth something. Even if it is done poorly.

[beautifulandvoid]

Party Time

inspired by one of the prompts I posted a little while ago,

"Overly competitive for a children's game", this is part of the Bob and 'Sota series, which I highly recommend you read both parts before this one. This also has unhinged smut, idk where it came from, but i even shocked myself with what I wrote.

AFAB!reader, smut (like a lot), fluff, slight bdsm, DOM BOBBY!!, praise kink, daddy kink.

Word count: 3.6k words

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Bob Floyd Masterlist

You pushed the cart full of supplies for the party, you had at least 20 burgers and 10 pounds of ribs. Among the other ingredients you needed. Bob trailing behind you with a cart full of beer and other drinks, “you know, next time let's make it a byob party. We’ll be bankrupt if we have to buy beer every time for the squad.” You laugh at him as you drop a jumbo pack of solo cups into your cart. You and Bobby were throwing a party to celebrate living together for a year. Your phone pinged, you glanced down to see that Nat has texted you. “Sota, do I need to bring anything? Snacks, drinks, beer since we’re going to bankrupt you. 😂” You turn to see Nat at the end of the aisle laughing at you. You signal to Bobby that she's behind you. He turns, rolling his eyes when he sees her. “Hi lovebirds. So should I pick up beer so we don't bankrupt you Bob?” She pulls you into a hug, sticking her tongue out at him.

He groans, pushing the cart away from her. You laugh at him following suit, “we’ll see you later Nat! 6pm, don’t come early unless you want to risk walking in on us again!” Bob whips around with a ‘what the fuck’ look on his face. You giggle at him grabbing plates off the shelf. “She only walked in on us 1 time, ya know” “no, she only walked in on us on base, one time. She's walked in on us doing it at least 3 times at the house.” He grabs another after you, subtlety smacking your ass as he does “you think 20 is enough? They don't know how to reuse a plate.” You push your cart to the checkout, and $650 later the two of you have everything in the car. Bob starts the ribs when you get home, you starting on the multitude of salads it takes to feed the lot. 

An hour later the salads are done, and the cheesecake is sitting in the fridge. Bob slides his hand up your back, brushing your hair aside. He buries his face in your neck, sliding his hand up your shirt to your boobs. You laugh and push him off, “c’mon we don't have time.”, “yes we do.” “that's what you said the time on base that Mav caught us. We’re lucky he only saw your shoulders and not anything else” He laughs at you, muttering into your shoulder,  “They won't be here for 6 hours. Plenty of time.” He gently pushes you up against the counter, sliding his hand into the band of your shorts, “Bobby. With your appetite, we will not get done and cleaned up on time. Besides, I need a nap.” He laughs into your shoulder, reaching to grab his phone. “Ok, I set an alarm for 4:30. Go take a nap, and I'll wake you up then.” He guides you towards the stairs, gently pushing you up them. 

You trudge up the stairs, shedding your clothes and turning the shower on. After your shower, you put one of his shirts on and put your heatless curlers in. Bob always makes fun of you, saying you look like an alien. You crash the second your head hits his pillow, his smell wrapping you like a comforting hug. What felt like minutes later, he was gently shaking you awake. “Hi miss alien, time to wake up now.” With a groan, you let him pull you out of bed. You get ready for the party, taking longer so you can watch him in the shower. “And I'm the one with an appetite. I can see you staring sota.” You blush as you realize you've been caught. He hops out smacking your ass as he passes. “BOBBY!” He laughs as he walks into the closet to get dressed. As you finish setting everything on the counter, you hear a loud knock at the door. 

“HELLO! LOVEBIRDS! I'M HERE!!! GET YOUR CLOTHES ON!!” You laugh with Bobby, Nat has arrived. “Come in Nat! We’re dressed.” She pushes the door open, kicking her shoes off. “I figured I'd make myself very loud, since the last 3 times you somehow didn’t hear me.” Bob groans next to you, you pushing off the counter and walking towards her.  “What are you carrying?” She sets the board games on the coffee table, you glance at them 'chutes and ladders’, ‘monopoly’, ‘operation’. “Nat, why did you bring childrens games?” you hear Bob call out from behind you. She pulls you into a hug, hooking your arms together before she backs you up towards Bob. “because why not? I figured it would be fun to get drunk and play with them. See Jake crash out over monopoly.” You all laugh as you hear from behind you, “I only did that ONE time, and that was when we were at Top Gun the first time.” You turn to see Jake and Bradley standing in the doorway. “We brought beer.” Bradley says as he holds up the 12 pack. 

They kick off their shoes and join your trio in the kitchen. Bob pulls you into his arms as the rest of the squad trickles in. You clock Monica and Reuben coming in. Monica sees you staring at Nova, who's now almost 2, “do you want to go see Auntie Sota? Go get her” Nova comes toddling over to you, you picking her up and cuddling her close. “Ok, everyone! The food is ready, we have ribs and burgers. Callie, we made chicken for you. There's plenty of salads, so please eat up! Also I have cheesecake, and a snickers salad for dessert.” “what the fuck is a snickers salad?” Jake cuts you off. “A. snickers. Salad. You'll see what it is. Ok everyone, eat up!” they make their way through the buffet line you had set up. You and Bob hung back, letting everyone get food first. You moved to set up Nova's high chair, and Monica set her food in front of her.  Bob inisited you sit down, and made a plate for you. He sat it down in front of you, sitting down by you and Nat. After the squad has consumed all of the food you had made, you pull the cheesecake and salad out of the fridge. 

“What the fuck am i looking at?” Jake says as he stares at the snickers salad. “A snickers salad. It's snickers, apples, caramel sauce, and cool whip. It's a midwest staple. Just wait til you hear what Ambrosia salad is.” He hesitantly takes some, along with a cheesecake slice. You make everyone wait to try the salad until they're all in front of you. “Ok, go!” They all try it at the same time, moaning when they realize how good it is. Jake stands up and grabs another scoop, sitting back down before he devours the whole thing. “We have games, so once we're all done we can play those.” Bobby chimes in as everyone begins to finish up. Everyone helped clean up, something surprising from the normal parties you host. 

You all fall over laughing as Jake crashes out “IF I LAND ON A CHUTE ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!!! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU ALL IN THE SKY MONDAY!!” Bradley rubs his arm trying to calm him down. He had landed on every single chute and had yet to make it above halfway. “Seeing as Jake is losing it, we’re gonna head out.” Reuben announces. You wave goodbye to them as Jake lands on yet another chute. He stares at the board, eerily silent. “Don't you dare flip the board Jake, if you do when we play monopoly and i won't let you be on the same team as Bradley.” You tell him. Callie and Nat laugh at your threat, knowing Jake would rather do anything than not be on a team with his boyfriend. They are coming up on a year together, you finally telling them when you moved to hurry up and fuck each other. 

“Ok, I say it's monopoly time. Jake’s clearly never getting to the end of this.” Nat declares once it's been an hour and half since you started it. “Hey.” Jake nudges you with his foot, “yes, Jake?”, “Is there more of the Snickers salad, and can I have the recipe?” You laugh at him pointing at the fridge, he hops up pulling the bowl out of the fridge. He opened the cabinet to get a bowl, “Jake, how do you know where the bowls are?” He points at Bob, who shrugs and slinks his arm around you pulling you into his side. Jake plops down on the couch next to you. Nat hands you the dog, you’re never anything but the dog. You spend the next 2 hours playing monopoly, you and Bob having hotels on all of your properties, “you. Fucking. Bitch.” Mickey says to you after he lands on park place, completely bankrupting him and Javy. “ok, we’re leaving. Enjoy my money fuckers.” You all say bye as the duo leaves, leaving Nat and Callie, Jake and Bradley and you and Bob. 

You bankrupt Jake and Bradley, Jake threatening to break in and find the snickers salad recipe the next time you leave. Jelly, who had been sleeping on the ouch behind him, pipped up meowing at him incessantly for pets. He pulled her onto his lap, clearly not interested in heading out until the game was over. That is until it was 11:30 and the game was nowhere near the end. “Ok, we need to leave now. Just tie it already.” The duo left leaving just the 4 of you. “I agree. I'm tired, I say we leave the board as is and we can finish it another time.” Callie says standing and stretching. You hug the two goodbye and help Bobby finish cleaning up.

 As he stands at the counter, you slide up behind him grabbing his ass. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. “C’mon Bobby, we’re all alone now. And you know how those shorts make me crazy.” You press your hand back up against him, him reaching out to stop you. “Behave. I’ll give you what you want soon.’’ You test him again, before he whips you around pushing you onto the counter on your stomach. You hear him whip his belt off, before you feel him pull your wrists together with it. “I told you to behave, but you didn’t listen.” He flips your dress over your back, before pulling your panties down. 

He responds to your groan with a smack to your ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen. He slides his hands between your folds, “i’ll give you what you want,” he flips you over so he can see your face, “c’mon, be a good girl for me.” You whimper at the tone of his voice, your sweet loving Bobby is gone, and his Dom alter ego has arrived. He ruts up against your legs as he pulls you to the edge of the counter. “You want me so badly, I'm going to take my time. Because this is my pussy, no one else's. No one can make you feel like this but me, right baby?” He teases you as he slides his fingers through your folds, stopping right before your clit. “No, no one else.” 

He responds with a quick smack to your folds, “no, what?” “No, daddy, no one el-”, “GOD DAMNIT, NOT AGAIN!”  you both whip your heads to see Nat standing there holding her jacket she forgot. “LOCK THE DAMN DOOR NEXT TIME!!!” She yells as she slams the front door closed. You look at each other before bursting into laughter, “even if we did she’d just use her key to get in.” Bob pulls you back to the edge of the counter, his fingers immediately sliding into you. You throw your head back with an almost pornagraphic moan. It doesn't take long before you're teetering on the edge, “bobby please, let me cum. Please!” He pulls his fingers out of you immediately, “clearly i didn’t make myself clear enough. That’s not my name, darling. Hmm, what to do, what to do?” he mutters as he teasingly walks around the counter, he pulls you off and lays you over the kitchen table. He readjusts his belt holding your wrists together, making sure they aren't burning you. “I think 10 will do, but what I use will be up to you.” he says as he rubs his hand over your ass. “Your hands please, Bobby. Please” 

He clicks his tongue, “well now i get to choose, and it's up to 15. Wait here darling, well it's not like you can move anyway.” you hear him go upstairs, not daring to move. He comes back down what feels like an entirety later, you glance to see that he has the soft paddle. You feel yourself getting wetter as you realize that he grabbed it so he could spank your- his pussy safely. “Count them baby, and thank me after each one. Miss one, and I add on. But my baby can take it, can't she?” He glides the paddle down your back, before pulling it back and swinging it. “Thank you, daddy.” He only hums, before repeating the process. “Count the last 5 babies, you're being such a good girl for daddy. I bet you want to come don't you.” He slides his hand between your legs, spreading them open more, rolling his fingers through your folds. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, savoring your taste. 

You whimper as you count the last 5 hits, all of which he lands right on your pussy. He sets the paddle on the table next to your head, before he flips you onto your back. He moves to the other side of the table and pulls you so your head is hanging off. He motions for you to undo his pants, and you do so as quickly as you can with your hands tied up. He pulls the belt off your hands and slides his hands into your hair. “You wanted daddy so bad right baby? Well, show daddy how bad you wanted him. Hmm, can you be a good girl and do that for me?”, you nod as you slide him into your mouth. His hands grip your hair as he guides you to go faster, he knows exactly how far to push you and your gag reflexes. You pull one of his hands to your throat, he loves feeling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby. C’mon just like that.” He pushes into you slightly causing you to see stars, he quickly pulls out of your throat before pulling you off the table and to your knees. You pull him back into your mouth, and it isn't long before he’s bucking into your throat chasing his release. 

You bring him over the edge, rubbing your thighs together to get any type of friction down there. He pulls you off the floor and back onto the table, hooking your legs over his shoulders. You don't have a moment before he's diving in like a man starved. You grip his hair, trying to guide him closer. “You keep tugging and I'll go slower, be nice to my hair baby. I’m trying to enjoy my pussy.” he says as he pulls away, causing you to whimper and cry out. “Bo-daddy please, please!” He hums a praise you can't quite make out, before continuing to bring you to the edge. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, “daddy, please. Please, please can I cum. Please?” He pulls back causing you to cry out, “only because you got my name right baby.” He pulls you over the edge, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as he works you through your orgasm.

You lay on the table as you feel him stand. “Color babygirl?”, “green, like neon fucking green.” He chuckles at your eagerness, as he rubs your thighs. “Do you want to go upstairs, or should I take you here?”, “here, please.” he hums, as he walks away from you, “where are you going? Are you just torturing me?” He walks back into your view carrying the blanket from the couch. He lifts your butt up sliding it under you, “have to make you comfortable, I don't plan on being done with you anytime soon.” He steps between your legs, lining himself up. He makes eye contact with you as he pushes in, causing you to grip his shoulders as you try to adjust. “God, you're so tight. Hm, I should've worked you more.” he says as he begins fucking you harder. He pulls your legs up to his shoulders, giving him an angle to fuck you harder. “Daddy!” hearing you call him that causes him to growl animalistically, before he slides his thumb to your clit. “C’mon baby, cum for me. You're doing so well for me, keep being a good girl for me. C’mon” He pushes you over the edge again, you can feel his hips stalling as he chases his high behind yours. He collapses on top of you, your pussy still clenching around him.

“fuck, baby. Still green?” you nod in response, running your hands through his hair. He gently pulls out of you, groaning as he sees him spilling out of you. He grabbed the polaroid, taking pictures for his next deployment. You can help but giggle as he glances up at you through the tops of his glasses.  “They are hot you know, right? I don't know why they call them ‘birth control glasses’, they should call them ‘baby making glasses’”. He groans at your teasing. “Hmm, maybe we should practice that baby making then huh?” You pull him back down to kiss him, before he pulls you off the table. Guiding you over to the couch, you straddle him sliding him back in. He throws his head back, groaning as he can still feel his cum inside of you. You roll your hips, tempting him as you kiss up his neck. 

He slowly rolls his hips to match yours, causing you to moan into his shoulder. He adjusts on the couch, giving his feet a sturdy stance to buck up into you. “Daddy, please. Give it to me.” He growls as he pulls back out, flipping you over to your stomach and sliding you back in. “fuck, please!” He pushes you down to the couch, using his angle to rail into you as you try to find a grip on the couch. He pulls you off the couch, pushing you onto the coffee table, before sliding back in. He rails you within an inch of your life, your third orgasm quickly coming crashing into you. He fucks you thorugh your orgasm as you grip the edge of the coffee table. “Fuck baby, come for me.” He pulls out and you feel his warmth splatter across your butt and lower back. You can feel him smear it down, the click of the camera going off again. 

“You're such a good girl for me. Aren't you baby, you know that.” You groan in response, not trusting your ability to speak. He leaves, returning just a moment later with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up. He pulled you into his lap on the couch, wrapping you in a blanket. “Nat’s gonna kill us. We fucked up the monopoly board. Whoopsies?” you say after a few quiet moments. Bobby laughs, wrapping his arms around you looking at the destruction of the monopoly board. “We probably should have moved it, huh? Well, we’ll get her a new one, because there's no way she wants this one back.” The two of you laugh, before you look at your phone, realizing that it was 2am. 

“Jesus, it’s 2am? You don't have to work tomorrow, right?” you turn to him, also showing him the text from Nat saying to make sure to use protection, well too late for that. “I do not, which means we have all day to lounge around, fuck, bake the cookies i know you want to.” He says as he stands from the ouch, pulling you into a bridal position. You giggle as he carries you up the stairs. He sets you on the toilet, turning the bath on. You take care of yourself before he gently helps you into the warm water, settling in behind you. “So, baby making practice? Careful there Bobby, you need to get a ring first.” you tease at him as you remember what he said to you earlier.

“Get a ring? Baby, I bought one the day after you agreed to be my girlfriend. You haven't found it because it's with one of the Daggers, and no, they won't tell you which one has it.” you laugh at him, as the two of you finish and get out. He dresses you in one of his shirts, as the two of you get into bed. You snuggle into his shoulder, falling asleep quickly, you swear you hear him mutter something about when he’ll do it. You're too blissed out to care at the moment, but you’ll ask him tomorrow.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you liked it! This will be cross posted on my Ao3, ElizaKazansky86, that is the only place and name it will be under!

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[gojoest]

https://www.tumblr.com/gojoest/784603482617511936/satoru-would-be-the-cockiest-mf-on-earth-when-you?source=share

OKAY, BUT THIS IS THE HIGHEST HONOUR EVERRRRR HAVING AI EXPAND ON THE HORNY SHIT I SENT. IN MY HEAD, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WROTE SATORUS CHARACTER. SO THIS IS LIKE GETTING APPROVAL FROM THE AUTHOR. CRAAAAAZYYYYYY.

and may I add somethin more! I dont know if I need pathetic desperate no self-control first time kissing satoru or pathetic desperate but still cocky satoru. Let's choose the latter!

I'd be soooo embarrassed if his dumbass acts smug when I'm initiating the first kiss. But horny me won't back down despite the embarrassed !! Priorities!! But I am also petty enough to pull away in the middle of the makeout

STOOOOPPPP you’re going to make me sob out loud fr you think so highly of me 😭🤍 i’m actually short circuiting ahhh i genuinely loved your thoughts so much, they’re absolutely canon to me so i couldn’t stop myself from scribbling a little thing 🥹

AND YES OMG pathetic desperate but still cocky satoru is the right choice to me too bc cockiness is literally embedded in his dna. like he’s going to be cocky even if he’s spiraling. whether it’s a mask or his weird way of grounding himself, it’s how he copes when his nerves start getting the best of him like he’s actually so nervous around you (you’re literally the one person who makes him feel like that) but he’s also convinced he has to keep it together (except he’s not keeping anything together LMFAOO)

if you make the first move and try to kiss him?? yeah he’ll definitely act smug. like cocky ass grin, something probably stupid like “oh couldn’t resist me huh? ;)” but if you put your hand on his chest it’s over . bc you’ll feel how his heart is going crazy and he’s panicking but trying not to show it

and if you’re petty enough to pull away in the middle of a makeout sesh ohhhhhh . he’s scrambling . he’ll probably try to laugh it off like it didn’t affect him like “wow, cold. didn’t know you liked teasing this much” but his voice cracks a little yk? his hand might twitch like he wants to grab you and pull you back in but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to 🥹 he’s flustered, his cockiness slips for just a second AND YOU SEE IT . that flash of desperation, the flicker in his eyes like please come back

he’ll ofc recover and the smirk will come back, he’ll tilt his head like he’s not even pressed BUT now he’s on the back foot and you’ve got the upper hand 😼 and he’s dying for you to kiss him again 😼

[nerdieforpedro]

Common Ground

Part Five of A Safe Place for Us

Dieter Bravo x Aisha Smith (plus size OFC)

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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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[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.

[becauseimanicequeen]

Rewatching Ai Long Nhai and AiNhai

This is part of my Crazy-Ass End-of-Year Rewatch Challenge where I will rewatch some of my favorite shows, some of my least favorite shows, and some shows in between. I pulled another title out of the bowl (yes, I'm letting chance choose for me) and got Ai Long Nhai.

Anyway... I can't promise cohesive thoughts in these posts because it's the end of the year, I'm currently living in right-brain land 10+ hours per day, and I'm TIRED because the darkness of winter is here. You've been warned.

Also, since this is a rewatch, there are spoilers ahead.

Background

I binged this show for the first time in September 2023 and the sequel (AiNhai) right after I finished the show. As I wrote in the compilation post of all the shows I will watch for this challenge, I have them (both the series and the movie) on my rewatch list for reasons I can't remember (which means I'll watch them both).

All I can remember is that it's Meen and Ping in the main roles and that Porsch and Arm are playing Meen's character's (Ai's) parents. I also remember that there's some conflict with Ai's biological mom and that the pacing is pretty slow.

I don't mind slow-paced shows, but after just watching three 8+ episode-long shows in a row that I don't like, I'm not sure I can survive slow-paced right now. So, I'm choosing to watch the movie version of the show instead. It's a little over 2 hours rather than 12 40-minute episodes.

So, let's get into it...

The Show Movie Version of the Show

Well, Ai Long Nhai started off well with Ai getting busy:

Much appreciated.

It continues to deliver with the introduction of Ai's dad (played by Porsch):

And, of course, Ai's dad's partner/husband:

Who is just as much a parent to Ai as his dad.

I think this family unit might've been why I had this show on my rewatch list. With so many fucked up parents in many of the QLs I've watched, it's such a breath of fresh air to get to see great, supporting parents and role models. And let's not forget that they're queer parents, which I need to see more of (I can only remember Gene's dad in Lovely Writer, Yi and Diao in Naughty Babe, the teacher in one of the HIStory shows, and Papa & Daddy off the top of my head right now, but I'm sure I've seen at least a handful more).

Then, the show continues to deliver:

There's a dick joke in here somewhere.

Anyway…

Ai confesses his feelings for Nhai…

With neon lights in blue and pink in the background. And I love the purple vibe there is throughout the scene.

Then I’m pretty sure I remember that they decided to live together for some time so Nhai could figure out his feelings for Ai, but that doesn’t show up in the movie version. Instead, it just jumps to Ai staring at Nhai in bed…

Before Nhai wakes up and kicks Ai out of said bed…

Which happens again…

As they take a break from packing some clothes for Nhai in his room to kiss instead. And even though it resulted in Ai on the floor, again, they both got a hard-on…

And Nhai offers the best solution for the situation…

And I’m loving every second of this.

Then there was what felt like a giant leap in the story, so I went back to the 12-episode show version, skimmed through the omitted scenes, and found some golden nuggets that had been left out. Nhai’s obsession with sausages, for example.

Seriously, if his obsession with sausages isn’t a euphemism for his obsession with dicks (at least his own and Ai’s, anyway), then I don’t know what is.

I also found this nugget:

Which was specifically for me. I’m sad it was cut out of the movie version, though. But, anyway…

I’m glad they kept this scene with Nhai’s dad in the movie:

Because it’s golden!

But I didn't get to laugh long, because then all of Ai's family issues are introduced with his sister's introduction.

And the family issues keep stacking up as we get to see the backstory of why Ai has issues with his mom:

But I'm glad Ai apologized, especially to Jaonan because Ai was an idiot to him before.

And then Nhai practically tells Ai's mom to fuck off when she demands that he breaks up with her son, which was a great scene. And that, somehow, solved it...

Anyway, Nhai refuses to break up with Ai, and they and their friends go on a trip together instead. And we got this ending:

And that’s the end of the movie version of the show. Now, let’s move on to the sequel movie.

AiNhai

It starts with some trouble in paradise as Ai seems preoccupied with something…

And Nhai has no idea what it is.

And while people and relationships do change over time…

As well as feelings…

It seems like Ai lost his memory too because Nhai is notoriously bad at taking directions…

And has a vivid imagination…

But, luckily, he finds the XXX that marks the spot in one piece and gets a proposal, surrounded by family.

And I got a visually stunning ending to the movie, which I’m always grateful for.

And what a beautiful scene to end this on.

I enjoyed watching both Ai Long Nhai and AiNhai, but I also think it was the right choice to watch the movie version of the show and skim some of the scenes that were omitted. I needed something shorter and faster-paced after 3 shows in a row that were on my least favorite shows list for this challenge.

That was short and sweet and I feel like I’m on a roll, so let’s move on to the next rewatch…

[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.

[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 😅.

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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.

[mango-dot-yum]

Rant post unrelated to stex(crazy, I know) but if I don’t say anything I’m going to kill someone(myself)

There is so much AI I’m forced to deal with in my regular life it’s insane. Yesterday at school we got a video assignment and the thumbnail was AI. I was like “ehhh, maybe some older person made it and didn’t know,” but when looking at my classmates screen I realized every single photo was AI. I emailed the teacher after class and told her I’d do the writing assignment but I wouldn’t watch the video out of wanting to stand by my own words in the past(because I have another incident like this) and asked if I could get an alternative assignment, but also I understood if I couldn’t and I would take the hit for my grade.

In the past for this class(History) we had an art assignment on the computer. Okay, we had to draw something related to the start of the American Revolution, easy. But this teacher told the whole class that they could use AI for the drawing and showed them how. The grading? It was done by AI. AI doesn’t know shit about art or anything, how is it supposed to see my drawing and know if it’s an accurate representation of an event? It doesn’t. She also told us we couldn’t use AI on the writing portion. So you understand it’s cheating, but you’re fine with it? I emailed her telling her I wasn’t comfortable with the assignment, and she responded like “well you don’t have to use AI!” Okay??? Since I have morals and standards I have to spend time on this assignment when the other students get to type in a prompt and finish it in a minute?

And that’s just school. My parents are worse(not as in they’re bad people, I love them) but omfs get off ChatGPT😭😭 I was talking about how my English teacher is making us hand write our essay draft so he knows we didn’t use AI, and my stepdad was like “just use AI and write it out.” I told him I’d rather get a bad grade with my own shitty writing then get a good grade with AI’s “good”(shittier) writing, and he said the grade was what mattered. I always get 87-100 on essays so I don’t even know what the deal was.

And my mom, oh my stars. I just want to say- in case she gets tumblr and finds me somehow/ that I love my mom and that she is an amazing, smart, hardworking woman. But she needs to be banned from ChatGPT. She was throwing a party a bit ago and I heard her talking to my stepdad and she said “oh, I’ll ask ChatGPT what snacks we should have” just Google it??? Opening up Google and typing “good party food and recipes” would take the same amount of time as opening up ChatGPT and asking it the same thing. She uses ChatGPT to write things for captions, online arguments, etc, and she always says “oh, but I rephrase it and change the words a bit” just use your own words in the first place? She’s not a bad speaker, she’s given multiple speeches for her old company. She can articulate her thoughts well as long as she has time to prepare herself, and she’s not dumb, she’s one of the smartest people I know and I look up to her. I just don’t get why she needs so much AI in her life. For my grandpa’s funeral last weekend, she was talking about how she had ChatGPT make a poem for the pamphlet thing. I know it’s her dad and she can do what she thinks would be best, but I feel like it’s a bit disrespectful. Even if she couldn’t write a poem, she could’ve looked up some and credited the person who wrote it. Hell, I could’ve wrote it! I’ll make a poem right now.

I really hate AI

Is AI two syllables

I don’t give a shit

See? Even though it was ass and maybe not even correct because I couldn’t remember if a Haiku was 5-7-5 or 7-5-7, it’s significantly more meaningful than anything ChatGPT could make.

I also feel really guilty because I’ll see a funny video using AI on TikTok and I’ll repost it, then I’ll think about it later and feel like shit and scroll through all my reposts to unrepost it. I feel bad for judging people for using it when I laugh at it, but at least I try to make up for it. I always go back, I don’t know any AI users who go back and redo things without AI unless they’re forced too. I don’t know, it’s just so depressing. My parents have always told me I need to make my commission prices higher, but why would anyone pay for them when they can use AI for free? No one buys them anyways. I love to write, I love to draw, I love to paint, I love to create. But with how it looks, I’ll never be able to create for a living.

[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.

[give-them-hell]

Someone just sent an AI song they made to our group chat and everyone is acting like it’s the greatest thing they ever heard and I’m trying so hard to not make fun of them.

He also wrote that for his daughter. If I was his daughter, I laugh my ass off at him and ask him why he couldn’t just wrote himself from himself, why is he depending on a machine to do that? I hope his daughter is smart enough to do that but I’m not holding my breath.

[1d1195]

Happy Valentine’s Day bestie💕💌 sending you so much love💕hopefully you’ll see it on when it’s still the day lol

I think if I had to endure kids like that almost everyday I would probably be a bit mean sometimes lol and that’s okay like I’m sure your definition of mean is probably not that mean at all lol but I do understand your frustrations honestly!

I understand what you mean about your friendships or past friendships! Honestly I think some friendships/people are just meant to be part of a certain time in your life for a reason. And it doesn’t mean things ended badly, life just happens sometimes. I use to feel the need to keep up with a lot of people but now I kinda just work on maintaining relationships that i deeply care for right now. But also accepting the fact that it’s okay and that not all of them need or deserve the effort! Anyways lol sometimes it’s just hard to navigate adult friendships but you’re not the only one who thinks/feels this!

I hope you can get that pedicure during your break!! I’m sure it will be worth it, you deserve the pampering! Also that 12 hour flu thing is so crazy?!? I hope your sore throat goes away soon and that you won’t experience that weird 12 hour flu thing again!

I LIVE for when you go beyond your original 1 part idea! It’s so fun to see how the story develops and with Pucking Rookie(I sadly still read it as punching pookie idk why😭) their world and the dynamics in it is so cute! Like idk what I would do if we didn’t get such cute banter between the team!

I swear my professor just has it out for me! Liek idgaf about the research we are doing but at least I’m doing my work and being polite UNLIKE OTHERS!! Anyways I will be writing the most passionate review at the end of the quarter lol oh and I’m pretty sure I’m getting a repeat of two midterms in a day in about 2 weeks 😭

Your cliffhangers always hurt so much and while you say you never really know how to end things, I think you do!! And honestly not surprised AI came up with his fuck ass name like he’s just so AHHH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!

Not the trauma bonding😭 but so real lol I was sad too when I couldn’t read them right away! Life has just been insane and I’m pretty sure I’m losing motivation for a lot of things lol but im hoping to be a bit more productive this weekend like self care but we shall see!

How was your week?! Anything fun planned this weekend? Miss you loads! Hope you’re doing better Sam, ily!!-💜

Happy Valentine's Day to you as well! Sorry it is late, I did see it when you sent it but I was not in a condition where I could answer 🤦‍♀️ (You'll see in a moment). Hope you had a lovely day filled with love as well! 💕

My co-teacher and I are like mom and dad (the roles switch back and forth) good cop bad cop kind of situation. It's so fun though honestly. They're obnoxious most of the time but they do make me laugh. My co-teacher is also a mom to two tweens and she says I'm NOT mean even when I feel I am mean so I have that going for me.

It's on my New Year's Resolution list to reach out to my friends monthly if I can help it (when I remember). But even sending a text seems like a lot of upkeep sometimes. I feel like I need to make it personal. Which is insane because it's not like they've reached out to say hi to me 🤷‍♀️ idk it's probs the over-thinker in me. I know what you mean about maintaining the relationships that I care most for. I should heed your advice 😊

I made my appointment for tomorrow morning so no backing out now. The tax refund hit my bank account so it's happening!!

I read Pookie most of the time I post and I have to like quadruple check I didn't mess up 😂 I think I probably knew it would be more than one part, but I think I never know how long it's going to last. In theory if Sun-Kissed could have been four parts, I probs would have done that instead of two. But I wrote it all in one sitting so the cut-off points seemed arbitrary at that point.

PASSIONATE REVIEW!!! Tell everyone bestie!!! Ughhhhh almost there though, which is so crazy! Time is flying. I hope the next time you have two exams in one day it goes a lot smoother and I will get out my voodoo doll for your professor 💕

I struggle with names. Everyone would be named Liam (unironically) lol I usually use names from TV shows and spread them out throughout different pieces I'm writing (I used Jack and Rebecca from This Is Us in Ding and Green Skies, Pink Grass). I've been using AI and baby bump to create names for me so I don't have to think as much about it lol

Don't feel bad about not reading! I just almost feel like my new updates are incomplete without your thoughts. Like I felt bad posting the 4th part before I heard what you thought of the 3rd 😭 But you're right: life is truly insane right now.

If I had known that the 12-hour flu and sore throat I had on Monday was going to be the BETTER part of my week I wouldn't have even mentioned it to you. I had a headache so bad yesterday I seriously thought I was having an aneurysm. It was so splitting and pounding. My whole face was rebelling against me I thought I was DYING. I don't remember ever feeling this shitty. (Still went to my student's game (before I felt TERRIBLE) because I found out a little more about his home life and basically I just want him to know I adore him even if he feels like no one else does). But yeah, I thought I had pink-eye. Thought I had the flu or Covid (both negative). The whole bit. I went to the minute-clinic this morning and I have a sinus infection. We should all continue to thank modern medicine because I'm pretty sure I would be dead right now if it wasn't for anti-biotics. So this weekend was a wash. BUT it's February break here in MA so I'm good to go for the week. Lots of plans to relax, catch up on some things, see friends and the fam. It will most likely be too busy but whatever.

I am doing MUCH better now, bestie. Like within hours. The infection had to be infectioning because I was not my best self the last thirty six hours and I feel SO much better. I hope you have a good start to your week. Love and miss you!! 💕

xoxo