#Making another for fun because I really enjoy doing them

[it-happened-one-fic]

Fun To Play - Jade

Author Notes: This fic has been sitting my Google Docs and there really isn't actually that much to say about it. I didn't listen to any particular song for writing or editing it, and its really just an idea I had one day and wrote out. Nonetheless, I'm fairly pleased with it and I thought I would share it. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ sfw/ fluff

Word Count: 1103

I shuddered slightly from my location on a bleacher, watching as people zipped around on brooms. Chasing one another to and fro as they tried to go faster than everyone else. Laughing all the while, even despite the cold air that they flew through.

Flying class was always beyond boring. But it was doubly so today, since I’d been excused from riding with anyone due to the nature of today being a test day. And, rather than coming up with any way to test us, Vargas had merely sent both me and Grim to the bleachers to watch in boredom.

In some ways, I was thankful for the fact that I didn’t have some sort of test to worry about, especially since, knowing Vargas, it would no doubt be something strange. 

It was mind-numbing just watching everyone fly around on their brooms through the frigid air, though.

At one point, I would’ve been watching in wide-eyed excitement. Amazed by every little move they made as they wielded the magic like pros. But, unfortunately, the magic of flying brooms had long begun to fade.

Possibly a side effect of having been involved in far too many wrecks during the lessons where I did have to ride with them so they could learn how to fly a broom with a passenger.

Still, it was boring enough that Grim had long since ceased his heckling and fallen asleep next to me. Somehow snoozing peacefully on the ice-cold seat. 

I, on the other hand, could not get comfortable. I didn’t know if these seats were cursed or something, but there was no warming this particular plastic bench with any amount of body heat. It stayed cold, refusing to grow any warmer even as it perpetually continued to suck heat out of my already cold legs. And, on top of that, I had no real way to block the chilly wind that cut through my clothes as it blew across the campus mercilessly.

I sat trembling from the cold and breathing into my cupped hands for a semblance of relief that faded almost the moment my warm breath stopped touching my palms.

I drew my coat tighter about me and hunkered down into a slightly more curled position as the wind continued to blow around me, uncaring of my chilled person. Its inconsiderate nature almost reminded me of the way Vargas had looked at me in utter confusion when I’d asked if I could just wait indoors because of the cold before he’d let out a boisterous laugh. He’d then slapped me on the back and informed me that sitting out here in the cold would surely make me stronger.

Though what the temperature of the air had to do with muscles was beyond me.

“My, you look like you’re freezing,” The ever-polite, smooth voice drew my gaze upwards to see mismatched eyes looking down at me with an amused glimmer in their depths.

I blinked up at him, opting to let my chin rest on my knees as I suppressed another shiver, “Jade… Are you already finished?” 

The young man hummed, tilting his head at my question, the amusement in his eyes fading rather quickly as he frowned, “Indeed. I failed to get high enough to perform a ‘barrel roll’ and was immediately slotted for remedial classes.” 

I frowned, actually pitying the usually foreboding young man. After all, I’d seen him on a broom enough times to know that his fear of heights was genuine.

There was no faking that.

“I’m sorry to hear that…. Are you going to be joining me in waiting for the class to end then?” I glanced at the spot next to me and then back up at him. A silent offer for him to sit instead of just standing there in that vaguely ominous fashion of his.

He smiled, his eyes shutting with the motion as if he were amused, “Yes, I was told to sit and think about how I could better my flying.”

With those oddly amused words, he sat down next to me. He leaned to the side, though, looking at me thoughtfully before, to my surprise, he began to take off his jacket.

I stared in slight astonishment as his jacket came off, leaving him with only shirt sleeves to defend himself from the bitter wind. But what he did next surprised me even further.

Subtle warmth suffused my person as his jacket was carefully draped over my shoulders, adding an extra barrier against the cold wind as I stared at him. Not entirely sure if I was grateful or wary even as I spoke, “Are you sure? You’ll get cold….”

I trailed off, wanting to keep the newfound source of warmth but also not wanting him to turn into a Jade-shaped ice cube.

My concerns were met with a flicker of amusement and a smile as he sat back, “Where I grew up, freezing temperatures are quite normal. I find cooler weather rather comfortable.”

I frowned at his explanation in confusion. It wasn’t that his statements didn’t make sense, but if that were the case…. “Then why did you bother with the jacket?”

The corners of his eyes creased, his smile growing still more amused and genuine at my obvious confusion, “Vargas insists we wear proper ‘gear’ for everything. I would’ve been sent back to my dorm to fetch my jacket if I had come without it. But I am no longer participating in class, and you were quite obviously freezing, so I am merely sharing my outerwear with you out of compassionate concern for my fellow student.”

His teeth flashed briefly as he grinned, obviously pleased with himself, and I shook my head, half-amused with his antics, “So I’m just an excuse to ditch your coat?”

He pressed his hand to his chest in mock horror, “Oh no, Prefect. I could never use you in such a fashion. The fact that you would take my generosity to be in the interests of self-gain truly pains me. Am I so horrible in your eyes?”

He leaned forward as he finished, easily dipping into my personal space. But I didn’t bother to lean back as I met his faux hurt with a grin of my own, “Whoever said I thought you were horrible?”

And there it was, that glimmer in his eyes that was once again followed by a smile that flickered across his face. But that was the real danger of the Octavinelle trio. Being drawn into their little games. And Jade was nothing if not good at making it seem fun to play.

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

quiet as a church mouse - jamie tartt x kent!reader

summary; game night at roy's house, and jamie finds himself invited for the first time.

jamie tartt x kent!reader masterlist

warnings; swearing, making out, illusions to smut, roy is fighting for his life at the end, pheebs' mum is called molly

"STOP BABE!" Jamie shouted, pointing with two open hands as you add another hotel to Boardwalk and Park Place. "You're gunna fuckin' bankrupt me! I'm right there!"

"Swear jar, Uncle Jamie," Pheebs said, adding a tally to her book, which was open beside her on the floor. Monopoly always really upped the debts, and Jamie had been dubbed family, and therefore added to the swear jar.

"Don't call him fuckin' Uncle Jamie," Roy grunted. Phoebe doesn't say anything, just stares at Roy as she adds a tally under his name.

"Baby, it's just the game. Don't hate me, hate late-stage capitalism." You shrugged, putting the pieces on the board. "Besides, you picked monopoly."

"You'd see me dead," Jamie said, "this is fun for you innit? Making sure I lose first?"

You look at him for a second. "You know what, maybe I am. Maybe I think losing would be good for you, team's doing too well lately."

Roy just watched with a smirk on his face, something about monopoly always brought out the worst in you. And serves Jamie right to be on the receiving end of it, Roy hadn't intended on inviting him to Kent family game night. But Phoebe insisted that Jamie was family now, since he'd been a part of the family vacation, Pheebs had taken that as Jamie is a part of the Kent clan now, which Roy wanted to reject so badly. But who could deny Phoebe?

But now, Roy wasn't as against Jamie being invited anymore, because you two just kept bickering at each other. Maybe this would scare one of you away... Roy could only dream.

Jamie's turn is next, and he rolls a double and lands on your space, he's clenching his jaw as he gathers up the rest of his money and hands it to you, he comes up less than a hundred short, and you insist he has to mortgage one of his properties.

"Can't show you favouritism, love. What would that teach Phoebe?" you said, counting the bills in your hand like it wasn't blood money.

"Uhm, compassion? Treating your partner with kindness? You're ju' teachin' her how to be a greedy little landlord." Jamie sighed, and picked up the dice, the double twos forcing him to roll again.

"D'you think you'll roll a two?" Phoebe asked, looking at the board. "You'll land on boardwalk."

Jamie stopped shaking the dice in his hand, looking at Phoebe. "Why would'ya even say tha'?"

"I hope he does," Roy said, thoroughly entertained. Jamie looked like he was going to burst a vein in his neck. Molly thought it was hilarious too, but Roy really thought maybe this would cause a nice little rift in the relationship. Maybe Jamie would stop showing up everywhere.

Jamie rolled snake eyes.

Two spaces and his little iron rests on boardwalk.

And you two are in a yelling match over whether or not he's out.

"You have to accept my properties as payment, babe!" Jamie shouted, "or I'll be out!"

"I don't want your mortgaged properties! Christ sakes Jamie, you don't even have a matching set!" you shout back, "I don't want them!"

Molly laughs into her glass of wine. Roy tries to make a bet with Phoebe. And you just enjoy the fact that you're one step closer to victory.

"So you don't even feel bad about it," Jamie muttered, "wow... woooow, okay babe. I see how it is, I'm out." Jamie crossed his arms and scooted closer to Phoebe, looking at everything she has collected. "I'll help you, Pheebs. You're the nicest one 'ere."

"You can be on my team, Uncle Jamie."

"Stop callin' 'im that," Roy said, "he's not your uncle."

"Not yet," Jamie smirked, but wiped it off his face when he saw the lethal death glare Roy was sending his way. "You guys take stuff so seriously around 'ere, jeez."

"Do you think you'll marry my Auntie?" Pheebs asked, and Roy choked on his drink, while you just smiled down at the properties you have, pretending not to hear what they're talking about.

"Of course mate," Jamie said, "isn't it clear I'm tryna weasel my way into this family?" Jamie and Phoebe giggle together, all of Jamie's competitive faded away now that he was out of the running anyway. "How am I doing so far?"

"You fight right in," Phoebe said, giving him a little thumbs up.

"Excellent."

Looks like monopoly wasn't enough to scare him off. Roy should be happy for you, but instead he's just annoyed. Jamie didn't even stay a little bit annoyed, and if he did, he wasn't showing it.

Later, after you win monopoly and Phoebe is tucked into bed, you and Jamie are leaning close to one another by the counter, enjoying another glass of wine, while your brother and sister sit across from you. Roy has his arms crossed, annoyed that Jamie is here, while your sister just enjoy her wine. She likes when you bring Jamie around, mostly because she sees how happy he makes you, and that is all that matters to her.

"Kind of a mean board game player love," Jamie said, smiling through it, "felt like you were targeting me."

"I was," you shrug, like it was obvious, "Kent family game night isn't for the weak."

"Oh my god," he laughed, "you're evil, woman, supposed to be nice to me." Jamie rested his head on your shoulder, making Roy grunt in disapproval, but you wrap and arm around Jamie and the two of you ignore that grumpy Kent.

"I am nice to you," you said, "I invited you here, didn't I? Let you pick the game, didn't I?"

Jamie mumbled something about you being a dickhead, but you barely hear it, you just laugh at his tone.

"I'm going to bed," Roy said, pushing his empty glass forward. "And you should too," Roy pointed at Jamie. "Trainin' tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah," Jamie muttered, "I know."

You laugh, taking Jamie's hand and leading him down the hall to your room after saying your goodnights. Jamie, being the horny, lovesick little pest he is, has his hands on you the second you're behind a closed door.

At first, you don't stop it, you let his hand drift up your sides, welcome his tongue into your mouth as he guides you back to the bed, pushing you down onto it and crawling above you with his bottom lip sucked into his mouth. You start to protest, but Jamie kisses you again, taking your hands into his and moving them above your head and holding them there, keeping you at his mercy.

"Jamie wait," you moan, body betraying you with an arched back as Jamie sucked your earlobe between his teeth, biting on it just hard enough to make you gasp softly.

"C'mon love," Jamie said, nibbling on the tender spot just below your ear, your hands held captive above your head by his. "I'll be so quiet, Roy'll never know."

"You're never quiet," you sighed, trying not give in, but stretching your neck to give him more space to work in languid, loving kisses against the curve of your neck.

"I can be," he mumbled, hands tightening around your wrists, "but I gotta baby, you gotta let me, need you so bad. Jus' fuckin' hot and bothered and it's your fault. I love when you get all loud and mean," Jamie moaned against your neck, pushing his cock into you, his hips slotted perfectly between yours. "Takin' no prisoners, baby, you're just so sexy."

"This is Roy's house," you reasoned, "he might actually kill you."

"As long as it's after I get in ya, I'll die happy."

"Jamie!"

"Shhh, lovey," Jamie pulled away, winking at you. "Now who's not being quiet."

He rolls his hips against you again, hard cock under his pants hit against you just right, shooting pleasure up your core, and you moaned, resolve fading quickly.

"Alright, fine," you give in, "but we have to be quiet."

"Quiet as a church mouse, love, I promise."

Roy's going to burn his own house down.

And he's gunna start the fire in the guest room that Jamie fucking Tartt is currently defiling Roy's little sister in. He can hear Jamie's greedy little whines through the wall and he feels sick. The two of you spent all night bickering over board games and now Jamie is grunting in Roy's spare room like the sick pervert he is.

Roy thinks he can fall asleep anyway, but all it takes is hearing you moan Jamie's name once and Roy gets up and flees from his own bed. Foul, disgusting little creatures you two were, in his house!? After family monopoly???? Freaks. You guys were fuckin' freaks. And Jamie was a dead man come morning.

"Uncle Roy?" Pheebs asked, half asleep and rubbing her eyes as Roy barges into her room.

"Scooch over," he grunts, "I'm sleeping in here with you."

"Why?"

"Cuz there's..." Monsters. Disgusting, horny little creatures. Difiling. Roy looked at Phoebe and frowned. "I had a nightmare. And I need a knight to make me feel better."

"Awh, c'mon then," she said, opening the blanket for Roy to join. "I'll keep ya safe Uncle Roy."

"Yeah, I know you will kid."

Roy closed his eyes, and Jamie's needy whines filled his imagination. The only solution was the world's thickest rope and paint. Maybe some kind of chain. Jamie's death would not be swift.

He remembers hearing you.

He might have to kill you too.

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Four (R2) 2 of 3

@paracosmic-sims, @perolesims, @eljeebee, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims, @matchalovertrait

Bright and early, the household wakes up. Room order was randomised, Apolline and Hana got the ground floor rooms. A wheel was spun for type of shower the contestants would have (opportunity for energised, flirty or inspired moodlet) and whether they would brush their teeth (possible confident moodlet). Once they are finished getting ready they're sent to breakfast. Autonomy is toggled on and room doors are locked.

The order the contestants arrive at breakfast matters a little. Deanna compliments each of them in the order they arrive. Those who are talked to early seem to have more chance of fitting in autonomous socials with Deanna. They might fit in a joke, flirt or gossip between her complimenting others.

Hana is first in to breakfast and is happy to have a moment with just Deanna before the others arrive. The others arrive loudly, Isabella is stomping.

Deanna: Are you okay Belle?

Isabella: Just feeling particularly hot headed *sighs* Hopefully food will help

Isla: Food won't help me. I can't get it out of my mind... such a weird dream

Quetzalli: You had another weird dream?

Nyami: *snaps* Dreams are important! They can dictate your mood for the whole day

Hana: Relax Nyami. I don't think Quetzalli meant anything bad

Apolline: Sometimes I have weird dreams if I eat cheese too close to sleeping

Then Hana decides to show off her push ups, I'm impressed! Is Deanna?

Nyami: Sorry Quetzalli. Guess I'm just defensive of past housemates

Isabella: Does that include me?

Nyami: *cheekily* Do I know you

Isla: At least Apolline understands

Apolline: Oui. I once dreamed I had to wear hand-me-down clothes. I couldn't relax all day

Quetzalli: How... distressing for you?

Apolline: Merci. It was scary

After Apolline does the dishes she and Deanna head upstairs to play some juice pong. At 7am ladies? Really? They won't quite have time to finish before the challenge starts. Deanna is successful with her first two throws while Apolline's miss the table completely. How do you say awkward in French?

Downstairs Nyami, Isabella and Isla are bonding even more, and including Hana in their conversation. Isla really wishes someone could erase that weird dream from her mind because she will not be in the right headspace for the challenge at this rate. Quetzalli decides to centre herself by playing simbles outside.

With breakfast cleared away everyone gathers in the lounge. Devin walks in dressed up and the contestants wonder what could be in store for them today.

Devin: Morning ladies. Welcome officially to round two. Today we have a challenge that we hope you'll enjoy... karaoke

The contestants murmur while Devin grabs the remote.

Devin: Now normally we'd get someone in to coach you but showbiz is a busy world. We've reached out and there is a star willing to offer some advice and wisdom. They've sent us in a video where we asked them for some tips and checked in on their work

Devin hits play and the contestants murmur again as Amiyah appears on screen.

Amiyah created, captured and written by @deardiaryts4

Devin on video: Any advice for keeping calm while performing?

Amiyah on video: Focus on someone in the crowd you feel comfortable with while performing. Ignore others, and if you make a mistake, keep going or joke about it—Deanna would likely appreciate the humor.

Deanna in real time: That is true!

Amiyah on video: Best of luck and have fun if you can

Devin: Most of you should know Amiyah, she's a voice many listened to growing up. I'm excited for the comeback. We're not expecting you to sing like Amiyah, she's in her own league. Just pick a song and let the tech match how accurate you are, just like singstar. Wait, are some of you too young to remember singstar?

Deanna traded places with Devin in front of everyone.

Deanna: Of course it would be rather unfair for me to ask you to perform without putting myself out there first. So to kick things off today I'm going to sing Life on Mars by David Bowie

Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh, man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman, beating up the wrong guy Oh, man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best-selling show Is there life on Mars?

Deanna: Good luck everyone

Apolline: Karaoke... Not bad, though I'm pretty sure I'm better dancing than singing. But how hard can it possibly be?

Apolline chooses to sing Denière Danse by Indila

J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour ? Revient la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole

Hana: I was definitely not prepared for this

Hana chooses to sing Still Into You by Paramore

I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And, baby, even on our worst nights I'm into you (I'm into you) Let 'em wonder how we got this far 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you

Quetzalli: Yay! I was born ready for this!

Quetzalli chooses to sing Diamonds by Rihanna

I knew that we'd become one right away Oh, right away At first sight, I felt the energy of sun rays I saw the life inside your eyes So shine bright, tonight, you and I We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky Eye to eye, so alive We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Nyami: Oh how I LOVE various types of music and can't wait to hear how my fellow housemates do. I on the other hand have been told I sound like two shelled nuts attempting to whistle through its crack at the bottom of a candy bowl

Nyami chooses to sing Lost Boy by Ruth B

I am a Lost Boy from Neverland Usually hanging out with Peter Pan And when we're bored, we play in the Woods Always on the run from Captain Hook "Run, run Lost Boy," they say to me Away from all of reality Neverland is home to Lost Boys like me And Lost Boys like me are free Neverland is home to Lost Boys like me And Lost Boys like me are free

Isabella: Karaoke???? Oh, I'm born ready for this challenge!

Belle chooses to sing Love on Top by Beyoncé

Baby, it's you (Oh) You're the one I love (I love) You're the one I need (I need) You're the only one I see Come on, baby, it's you (It's you) You're the one that gives your all You're the one I can always call (Always calls) When I need, you make everything stop Finally, you put my love on top

Isla: Oh my gosh, karaoke?! That sounds so fun! I'm totally down.

Isla chooses to sing Photograph by Ed Sheeran

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closin' Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home

Devin: Our two winners who each get a solo date are Quetzalli and Isabella

Apolline: ... it's definitely not the same as dancing, I'll concede on that

Hana: Kinda predictable, right? I'm terrible at this

Apolline: But honestly, I'm pretty sure that the machine is just tone deaf. 

Hana: The machine?

Apolline: And it lagged the song at parts. Hmph

Hana: *sarcastically* Biased against French music?

Apolline: *dead serious* It must have been!

Nyami: Whelp sounds like I burst someone's eardrum during that performance  - cant say I blame them for scoring against me *face palm*

Isla: Oh well; there's a reason why I'm not a famous singer. It was still fun though!

Nyami: It was a lot of fun! I hope we can use the machine while the others are out. Isla can you record me to send to my family? They'll laugh

Isla: Why not? Record me to! My brother Wade is away from home as well, it'll be sure to cheer him up

Guest Star Amiyah from @deardiaryts4 Villa Renovation by @paracosmic-sims

[kyokutsu-sama]

Only mine

Sanemi x f!reader

A/n: I missed writing for him and this week an idea popped into my head. I hope you like it😊

Tw: Nsfw

The master had given you the night off and you decided to go out and enjoy the night. You needed a good break, to breathe some fresh air away from the bloody nights you often found yourself in, annihilating demons. And to make matters worse, you had had a mission alongside your boyfriend, Pillar of the Wind, after the two of you had an argument that made you both stop talking to each other for a week.

He was hot-headed and thought he could do everything on his own and that he didn't need anyone, even denying your help during missions. You wanted to protect him because he was your boyfriend, but given the way he was sometimes, this time you didn't talk to him again until he came to you and told you that he was wrong. You could already have an idea of ​​how he was going crazy with your silence but you wouldn't go back on your word. He also had to be teased from time to time just like he did with you. An eye for an eye.

You went into one of the nightclubs in the entertainment district and sat down at the counter. You didn't go to those types of places very often, but after Tengen introduced you to all the things that were in that place, you felt like going every now and then.

Shortly after you had taken your drink, you drank it, feeling the liquid burn down your throat and making you grimace a little. You didn't have a low tolerance for alcohol, but it had been a while since you had a drink.

You then got up and decided to go dance a little to distract yourself, little did you know that this was where the problems would start.

You were dancing in the middle of the crowd of people who were also having fun when you felt someone bump into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Said the man who already seemed drunk after seeing you. "It was an accident."

"It's okay, no problem."

"But I must say that I was lucky to meet a woman as beautiful as you." He laughed, looking at you

"Well...thanks." You said with a forced smile

"If I ask you to dance, will you join me?"He invited you, coming closer and putting his hands on your waist but you held his wrists, trying to push him away

"No, I don't think that's going to happen." "Why? Do you have a boyfriend?" The man gave a mocking smile until a stronger, calloused hand pushed him back, pushing him away from you

"Yeah, now fuck off." Sanemi said, entering the scene

"What are you doing here?" You frowned and he placed himself between you and the other guy, not even paying attention to you

"I'm not going to say that shit twice, get lost." He said, walking intimidatingly towards the man who seemed afraid of him

"Man, I wasn't trying anything with her, don't get me wrong." He raised his hands in surrender

"You better not, because if you did, you're not leaving this place alive." He grabbed the man's collar and you went to him to separate them

"Hey, hey! Stop it, already! Sanemi, are you listening to me?!" You shouted and that was when he let go of the other guy who ran away

One thing was for sure, you might even be able to convince him to change his attitude, to try be a gentler person but never get rid of the jealousy of that man's body or better said, his overprotective streak. Sanemi wouldn't be Sanemi if he didn't have it.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing here? Why did you come after me?" You turned him around and he looked you up and down

"Maybe because you were letting yourself be seduced by a stranger, what do you think?" He replied and you made an indignant face

"What?! Are you crazy? I didn't want anything to do with him, he was the one who bumped into me by accident."

"Accident, really? Then why did he have his hands on you? Tell me!" He widened his eyes at you and you only saw how jealous and mad he was for having witnessed the scene of another man touching you.

You were his, damn it. Why would someone else want to take what was his? "I'm not going to listen to your tantrums, Sanemi." You were about to turn away from him when he grabbed your arm

"Oh, but you will and you know why? Because I've been trying to talk to you for a week and you're running away from me and pretending not to hear me. Do you think what you're doing to me is okay?"

You never thought you'd see him with that face, but if he was so upset, it was because your teasing had worked.

"You know why I did this."

"I don't really know, but you're going to explain it to me. Let's go." He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and you yelped

"Sanemi! What are you doing, put me down!" You hit him on the back but it was in vain. He was ignoring you, just like you had done to him.

Arriving back at the wind state, he went into his room and put you down, which was a relief to you after coming almost halfway begging him to put you down. He was too stubborn, he pretended not to listen to you and you ended up giving up.

"Now explain to me, what the hell is going on in your head? What's wrong with you that you don't even look at me? You stopped talking to me without giving me an explanation."

"You want an explanation? Great. Let's get to it, we can start with your actions."

"If you're going to talk about that bastard from just now---"

"It's not about that, Sanemi, I want that guy to go fuck himself, I don't care. I'm talking about us, about how you often don't accept my help on missions and how you've been acting towards me. Why are you like this? I asked the master to go with you on the mission two weeks ago and right after he agreed, you went without my knowledge and asked him to take me off the mission." You replied and he rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't it be better to formulate your question and ask yourself what YOUR problem is?"

"It was a high-risk mission, don't you understand!? I'm protecting you and you don't see that?"

"Oh really? And what do you think I want to do too? Do you think I'm okay with the idea of ​​leaving you alone fighting? Do you think I went out tonight to look for other guys who have an easier life? I'm in this shit too, WE are."

"So tell me," He crossed his arms. "Why didn't you tell me this shit sooner? Do you think that running away from problems is how they get solved?"

"Because you also have to recognize that you're wrong, that's why. I waited for you to come to me since we hadn't spoken in a week, I honestly didn't even know what we were." You said with an ironic smile that made a vein in his neck stand out.

Fuck no, how did you not know? He made a point of reminding you of this every day.

"Oh yeah?" He took a few steps towards you and held your jaw with one hand and brought your face closer, surprising you with the sudden movement. "Do you want me to show you?"

"Nemi..." You were about to retort when he attacked your lips in a intense and voracious kiss that made you forget the reason for the argument between you

All the words you were going to say at that moment went down the drain, your hands quickly sought support from his broad shoulders just as his hands dug into your waist and put you against the wall, without leaving your lips for a moment. He could taste the drink on your tongue when the same met his, making him even hungrier to have your lips that were like burning fire to him.

He moved his lips down to your neck where he began to mark the skin there with strong suctions and light bites that made your knees weak. His hands went down to your ass, squeezing it before lifting your dress and removing it, throwing it somewhere before returning to kiss you.

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him as he walked with you in his arms to the futon. You sat on the mattress and took off his haori and the top of his uniform, throwing them aside, getting a view of his defined and scarred torso that you never got tired of admiring.

He returned to mark your neck and collarbone, leaving more hickeys and making sure they were clearly visible after that night so there would be no doubt that you're already taken. He lowered his mouth to your breasts, sucking the nipple of one and using his thumb to massage the other and switch. You were delighting in the way he touched and savored every part of you, your fingers ran through his white hair, keeping him close to you so that you wouldn't stop feeling him, not even for a moment. You could tell that a week of sleeping in separate rooms had left him hungry, in a way you had never seen him but that you were loving.

He ran his hands around your waist, trailing kisses down to the waistband of your panties and kneeling between your legs to see the wet spot already there before taking them off and throwing them aside. You gave a small whimper followed by a lip bite as you saw him admire your slippery slit.

"Fuck, it's unbelievable how you have the nerve to keep denying me while your cunt is so wet for me." His dirty talk sent a shiver down your spine and your back arched, especially when he brought his mouth to your slit

"Nemi..." You moaned, bringing your hands to his hair and writhing on the mattress

He wasn't giving you time to process what was happening, your eyes rolled back and your back arched feeling him sucking on your sensitive clit.

You knew how things were with him, he always got what he wanted from you in the end. Sometimes you hated yourself for giving in to him so easily, but how could you back away from him when he drove you crazy with just a look. And right after the look, it was the touch and those damn mouth and tongue.

His calloused hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs as he flicked his tongue against your bud and sucked it right after, your fingers ran through the whitish strands, pulling lightly and moving your hips against his mouth. He released one of your thighs to use two fingers to stimulate your entrance, with slow movements in and out at first and curving them inside you, making your walls tighten around his digits. Your mouth opened in a silent scream at the feeling of his fingers stretching your hole as he ate you out. You leaned your head back on the pillow, your legs were wide open for him and trembling, a result of what he was doing to you.

"Y-you're making me feel... so good, baby."You said between moans

"Oh, It seems like I just needed to eat you out to hear that beautiful voice of yours again." He teased, smirking against your swallowed clit before continuing his strong sucks that made you whimper

Your head was spinning, your body was burning and melting in his hands, you were coming on his fingers and drowning in pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of you, releasing a small whimper from your lips at the feeling of emptiness, albeit temporary.

He looked at your naked body in front of him, watching how your chest rose and fell with your panting breath and how beautiful your face looked adorned with your flushed cheeks.

The thought that another man could see you like this or even lay a finger on your bare skin made him strip off the rest of his clothes in a quick movement and collide his lips with yours once more, taking away the little breath you had left.

"Nemi..." You gasped in the middle of the kiss, after being surprised by his speed

"You drive me crazy, brat." He said, leaning his forehead against yours for a moment

Well, he wasn't wrong, a week without paying attention to that man was something that almost made him have a breakdown. But beyond that, you were able to guess his thoughts, it was easy since you and he had been dating since you joined the slayer corps with him. And what you knew at that moment was that he was dying of jealousy at the thought that someone could have you so exposed. You couldn't contain a smile at his expression and he noticed.

"Don't you dare laugh at me." He growled

"You didn't like the idea of ​​another man having me, did you?" You teased him and he moved away from you, turning you face down

He placed a pillow underneath you, keeping your hips up and leaning over your body with his lips close to your ear. You hissed, feeling his erection brushing against your still sensitive and soaked folds. He placed one hand on the mattress and the other to hold your neck.

"I better never have to see any guy touching you again, because if I do, you're going to be in a lot of trouble." He whispered and you bit your lip, feeling a shiver

How you loved that side of him, the threatening side, the risk you loved to take. "Do you really think I would waste my time with just a random guy?" You turned your head to find him behind you, giving you a teasing look and moving your hips against his

Deep down, you ended up feeding his ego and he couldn't hide a smirk. He was so much more attractive with that little smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You're not the type to like a light touch, you prefer something rougher, don't you?" He said, biting your earlobe before leaning his forehead against your temple. "And that guy wasn't your type at all. Actually, no one is. Only I."

"Yeah, only you."

He chuckled softly and placed a kiss on your temple. Probably the softest gesture he had made that night. Of course, this was just to prepare you for what was to come next.

He released your neck, letting your upper body fall against the mattress before guiding his cock inside you, holding onto your hips and tilting his head back at the feeling of having your walls tighten around him after a week.

"Fuck, I missed feeling you clenching around me like this so much." He confessed

Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you and you moaned as you felt him fill you until there was no space between both bodies. You also had no way of hiding that you missed feeling him inside you.

Your own body was showing him how much it missed him and he felt it, he saw how you responded so well to him, how you molded yourself so perfectly to him, as if you had been made for him. And you were indeed.

His strong, veiny hands gripped your hips as he thrust in and out, trying to go as deep as possible inside you, who whimpered with pleasure as you felt him reach that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Yeah, there... Right there, Nemi. Keep going." You begged with a loud moan, that only made him go faster

"Like this?" He asked in a teasing tone, seeing how you gripped the sheets for dear life. "From the way you're being so loud, I can tell. I miss that voice and those sounds." He smiled, licking his lips and biting the bottom one

He had a good idea when he placed a pillow under you, your legs were so weak and shaky that if it weren't for it and his hands, you would collapse on the mattress.

He moved his hands from your hips to your buttocks, slapping both of them, making you arched and lifting your head from the mattress, rolling your eyes. One of his hands slid between your legs so his fingers could find the bud that was begging for his attention and he rubbed it, feeling your tight, viscous walls tightening around him even more. He hissed at the sensation and sped up the movements of his fingers as he thrust into you, who were feeling the tears of pleasure streaming down your face.

If that was the result of his jealousy then you certainly wanted to see him jealous more often.

He looked down, biting his lip as he saw where you two were joined and how you were making a mess on his cock and dripping onto the sheets. He leaned forward, bringing the hand that was caressing your bud to grab your hair in a fist and lift your head, without losing the rhythm of his movements.

"I'm going to fill this pretty cunt until you're dripping... so everyone can see the mess I made on you." He whispered breathlessly and through clenched teeth, close to your ear, turning you on even more with that deep, lust-filled voice. "You're mine, brat."

You were too far gone to answer, he was right next to you but his voice still seemed distant due to your overstimulation. He gave a few more thrusts before filling you as he had said before. He stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of heat and viscosity inside you.

"Are you okay?" He murmured close to your ear, his voice sounding softer now than it had been a moment ago, but more breathless

"Yes..." You answered softly, supporting yourself on your forearms and turning your head back to look at him. "Although my legs are numb." You said, drawing a little smile from him before kissing you

He pulled out of you and set the pillow aside, you turned over and he lay on top of you, his head in the crook of your neck and his arms around your waist. You couldn't hide a smile at the way he held you in his arms, showing you that you were protected and safe there and you knew it.

"I missed you, Y/n. Don't ever think about ignoring me again." He said against the curve of your neck and you chuckled

"I won't do it again, Nemi. But I'll ask you to accept my help more often on missions." You said, caressing his hair when he left your neck and looked at you, holding your hand gently

"I don't want to lose you." He confessed, lowering his gaze and you ran your hand over his face, making his eyes look up again

"You won't lose me, I promise. I'll try hard, I'll always do my best to fight by your side. That's what I promised from the beginning, remember?"

"Yes."

"Then you just need to relax and trust me." You kissed his forehead and he nodded

"Fine, but if you get seriously hurt, you can be sure that I will never let you come on a mission again." He threatened and you laughed

"Okay, I get it already." You said, hugging him close to you. "I know you're only doing this because you love me. I love you so much too."

He felt his heart warm at your words and gave a small smile. He was really lucky to find you.

[6feathered6siren6]

I’ve had this thought for a while,

What if the MC was a cannibal but when they joined the server nobody knew until one day it just comes out. Like imagine Angles reaction 😭

Savory Dishes

Authors note: I wrote this quickly, but I enjoyed writing this. Might continue this as Angel x Reader making dinner together, or reader making them soup while Angel is sick. Dunno yet. Anyway, please stay hydrated during this heatwave. Enjoy o7

Trigger warnings:

Human meat/cannibalism

Prepping human meat for dishes

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Addictive. Savory, and delicious. It was hard to get human meat, either from having to kill or getting it on the black market. But human meat was your go to meat. It was better than other products you have tried in the past. 

Prepping and making food with it was an adventure of its own, since there weren't many recipes out there to get. From stew to skewers to sandwiches. But not only from prepping but testing each part was also a journey. 

–

It’s been a couple months since you found this weird server you have been invited to. And with the jokes you have been hearing, Angel was also a cannibal like you, though they have denied it often, so you don’t know if it was true. But the server has been fun, learning how each one kills to their own personal adventures in life. 

You checked the server through your phone as you cooked. Making yourself a version of stew with human meat, it was a bit of a process, but it was worth it. You watch the server plan a voice call with little plan, just a random call with a small topic about killing. You just shrugged and figured to join later. 

Once you were done, you got a bowl of your stew, letting the stew to cool down further before putting it away. Getting onto your computer, clicking it on, and waiting for it to boot before joining the server’s discord. 

Joining in, there was mostly everyone, except Ai hua and Vince. But there was everyone, and they were on the topic of body parts. From what you could catch. 

“Look, if there has to be a part to eat, I would say it would be a thigh!” Luca yelled into your speakers. 

“Luca,” Feli dragged out the word as her boyfriend finished his turn. “Why do you have to bring this up again?”

“Why not, Fel, this has to be a conversation with the rest of the server!” 

Feli groaned. 

Ronin spoke, even though you couldn’t see his face, you see he was pleased with talking about eating people. “Yeah, Angel, this should be a topic up your alley.” He chuckled. 

“Really, Ro?” Angel groaned, you can see her eyes roll even though you can’t see her.

Misaki patted their desks as they got excited, “Oh, oh! The eyes have to be good! Right? They are like gushers or a popping dumpling.”

You paused from lifting your fork to your mouth to speak. “Nah, they taste nasty. They are really nasty, I would say neck or upper torso.” Then take a bite of the stew.

The VC became quiet. Like deathly quiet. 

“HUH?!” That was the only thing you heard before the VC crashed on you, kicking you out. Somehow, it took a moment, before you join back in. 

“Sorry about that,” You said. “I got randomly kicked out. Now what happened?”

“READER!” Misaki yelled out. 

Ronin spoke, “Guess Angel isn’t alone eating us. We got another to help her. Guess you gotta share now, Angel.” 

Angel groaned. 

“Yes, Misaki?” You said, mid-bite.

“Cannibal? You? I thought you just… y’know kill people but eat them too?”

“Yes, I eat people, I’m eating human stew, which by the way, perfectly made.”

V was weirdly silent, but it might be because he’s just listening in. 

“So that’s why you know!” Luca yelled out, “You eat them!”

You snort.

“Look, if you know how to cook it, bring the Saint with you, I’m sure she would enjoy your time making a divine dish.”

Angel was also quiet, you didn’t notice, but befores you could worry about anything. She said, “That would be interesting.”

—

From that day, they demanded some photos of the food you eat. Sandwiches with sliced meat, bbq ribs, and so much more, there were days where you were asked for recipes. But they were shocked with how much experience you have with human meat. But then again, it was your preferred meat.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Starsky & Hutch LB 1x10: Lady Blue

Angry huffy Hutch is very cute, his poor car.

"I enjoy bein' Zebra 3, I don't think I could sleep at night if they took that away from us." Also Starsky is being very gentle with poor disgruntled Hutch, I love it. He doesn't understand why Hutch loves his hunk of junk, but he gets what it's like to be really attached to his vehicle!

"There's a 187, that's a dead body." lol sassy!

This cop in uniform is really shaken, and I love that H checks in on how he's doing

"Hey, you okay?" Starsky's voice is so gentle and sweet, and then H reaching out to put a hand on S as he delivers the news

Hand hold happening out of frame... awwww.

Also H just keeps bringing S liquids to drink, he's fussing. :(

S is staying so spooky calm and almost gentle, making the case for why Dobey shouldn't boot him off. But also... Dobey... my dude, you are such a pushover, Starsky should not work this case.

IMMEDIATELY after Starsky says it's gonna be a professional investigation, they force their way through a door with violence without having a warrant. Fun stuff.

S is so blank and rattled by all of this. "He loved her, didn't he?" / "Yeah." Hutch's voice when he says that... it's so soft and tender. This is a rough one!

H's method of cheering S up is to lightly insult him but in like the most gentle, affectionate voice I've ever heard in my life

Also apparently the Paul Muni bit was based on a real joke that David & Paul had on set, that's very cute. I love the little relieved laugh from H.

Scene with Polly is a little rough but S&H treat him with kindness and respect to his face which is nice

I like how when Dobey calls, H peels off to deal with that and leaves S to do the questioning, without needing to discuss who will do what

Oh shit!! Genuinely wasn't expecting the twist that Helen was undercover!

Huggy weighing in on the situation, on the side of vengeance... don't put ideas in S's head, dude!

Also, an interesting moment where we see H putting away a full meal while S just has a coffee. That's a sign things are not as they should be.

"Hey! These are my hands!" lol

"Baby blue, this car could be for you"

ALSO does this guy think these dudes are buying a car together? lol. And then S calls him "blue eyes" hehehe

Love that H gets to do the crazy driving on this one. But also WOW this is not a "professional" investigation, this is wild

Fifth Avenue is a bad-ass and kinda hilarious. He's helping them because his pride as a classy thief is insulted by these lesser folk

I'm surprised they drugged Cindy and didn't just kill her, but maybe this means they're not the murderers?

This park walk.... S confiding in H about Helen... "then we'd take a walk in the park, pack a picnic, sit under a tree in the grass, watch the kids." And S&H are literally taking a walk in the park.

I had to pause the ep to talk about this - S saying that he and Helen used to talk about having kids, and then says "that surprise you?" And H puts his hand on Starsky's arm and says "no". There is sooooo much going on here omg. H is being so gentle and supportive and also he is affirming for Starsky that he sees him, the vulnerable parts of him, that the idea of him as a husband and a father is not at all ridiculous to him. Man, Hutch gets a good best friend award for this episode, he's being so good to Starsky

"Your Spanish stinks. Over"

I'm always very emotional about when one of them calls the other "Partner" as short-hand for a declaration of general support. H to S: "Come on partner, time to let go" is the same as him saying "you have me, I'm not going anywhere." Again H is speaking to S with the gentlest, tenderest tone all episode, it's a lot

S answering Dobey's phone lol why

Another sign of how in sync S&H are - they have the brainwave about the radio thing and both immediately hop on the phone with Dobey being like "huh?" because he can't read their special partner brain connection lol

Really wish the language about mental illness was different on this show but like I know it's the 70s it's not like I'm surprised. I just flinch when our hero says "psycho" like that

S sitting backward in a chair my precious weirdo!

S&H raising their heads in unison in incredulity at this psychiatrist

"How did you get this job? I wouldn't let you fix a sewing machine"

"He's a victim too... he's all screwed up!" I gotta say, I'm really moved by S having this perspective, like, this guy killed Helen and he's saying it's not his fault

S gets angry--rightfully-- at this guy, and H instead of calming him down also starts screaming at him too, they are both SO fed up here.

"You're a robot." I mean this is a somewhat clumsy message but I like how H puts it, that the test is supposed to be a tool in the hands of a professional, and not just a rote thing where if you get a certain number you get a certain diagnosis. It feels similar to how today sometimes people will just list a couple of common symptoms that they have and then diagnose themselves/their loved ones with something where it's like... I mean, it's a good general guideline and maybe a first step but they analysis shouldn't stop there, you know?

I feel like it's so important for S's character that he makes that promise to Dobey at the beginning that he's gonna keep his cool on this investigation, and despite the typical examples of police misconduct that these assholes always get up to, he keeps that promise and doesn't want revenge or anything

S tried to help him, he really did, this is honestly sad.

"Hey Starsk, you see that sunset?" - romantic...

"What are the candles for, you expecting someone?"

HE MADE STARSKY'S FAVORITE? THOSE SMILES ON BOTH OF THEM!! SOMEONE CALL ME AN AMBULANCE

"Called your mother up" - UM EXCUSE ME. What! "Eat your vegetables" I'm SCREAMING.

Dear lord that ending knocked me sideways what the fuck is this romantic candlelit dinner nonsense! You've gotta be kidding me!

So, general thoughts... this show has a violence against women thing, and it also has a "crazy people killer" thing, and both of those things are combined together in this episode in a big way which isn't the best. But I thought the plot was constructed really well with some interesting twists and turns, and I was really moved by their resistance to Starsky having vengeance on the brain in any sort of toxic or over the top way. He wanted to find whoever did this to Helen, but when he knew it was someone mentally ill, he genuinely actually wanted to help them however he could.

This marks, I believe, the second time we have a love interest for either S or H who we've never heard of before and will probably never really talk about again, but for whom one of the guys evidently felt quite strongly. Hutch's girlfriend in "The Fix" felt kind of anomalous and strange, but here, I really liked the way Helen was talked about as an element of Starsky's life. Sure, she's definitionally fridged - we never get to meet her, she's there for Starsky's man pain, but I'm not gonna have much fun watching this show if I get caught up in stuff like that.

I like what her presence in Starsky's life, the fact of them being serious, says about Starsky as a character, and also about his friendship with Hutch - the fact that this was a fellow cop, someone they met together, someone Hutch also knew and liked, just kinda gives me warm fuzzies? I fully believe, and I think the rest of this show is going to bear this out for me, that neither of them could ever get to a real, true love, let's settle down, phase with a woman, unless that woman was also pals with the other guy. Like, if Starsky and Helen had stayed together and gotten married, Helen would have been in Hutch's life forever too, you know? And there were little moments in this episode that really cemented that. Having Hutch be the one to see her body and break the news to Starsky, having Hutch answer Cindy when asked if Starsky loved her - Hutch knows how it was, because Hutch was there!

This episode is also continuing the trend of having a plot that is ostensibly about Starsky or Hutch being in love with a woman, but is in fact a REALLY strong case for why these two are soulmates actually. That scene in the park, the tenderness, the way Starsky is describing an activity he used to do with his serious girlfriend (walking in the park) while literally doing that same activity with Hutch, the way their arms keep brushing together... oof.

And just throughout, Hutch is the best most supportive friend in the world, really turning up in Starsky's time of need. I like that he doesn't treat Starsky like he's incompetent, he doesn't fuss over him in any type of over-the-top way, he just... constantly and gently makes his presence felt. He teases Starsky kind of the way he always would, just with a bit more tenderness to the words, and he gauges how Starsky is doing by Starsky's ability to respond to the ribbing and keep their gentle joking going.

And that scene at the end? Gahhhh. For one thing, Hutch has Starsky's mother's phone number and calls her on the phone sometimes? That's very very sweet. He makes Starsky's favorite meal, he lights candles, he points out the sunset, he says a kind word in remembrance of Helen... all of this on its own would be enough for me to love the scene. What I can't get over, however, is the decision to INTENTIONALLY call out the romantic framing. The candle lighting could have been an unspoken thing that we fans all gushed about. But no. Starsky calls it out. "What are the candles for, you expecting someone?" Because Starsky sees the candles as a thing Hutch would do for a date. And then H makes a joke about eating early, and S shoots back immediately "what time am I leaving?" But it's clearly, 100%, a joke that they're both in on. That one bit of dialogue exchange makes this whole ending scene exponentially more gay. Hutch was doing a romance for Starsky. Starsky noticed it, and he called it out, and then they sat and had dinner and wine together.

This show is gonna kill me dead.

[star-trekster]

Geordi+Data with @/littleguysdaily template! Little guys :)

[simcardiac-arrested]

ur probably sick of seeing posts like these but i just want to sit here and muse about how, well, i enjoy tumblr #mytumblr not just because of all the obvious stuff like how it’s not run on an algorithm, and because it’s one of the only social media that i don’t have to jump through hoops to use and that isn’t phone-exclusive (for me)

but i think my favorite thing has to be the askblogs, and running one. which is weird, because if you asked me as little as 3 years ago what i loved most about tumblr, i’d probably say “uh, looking at owl house posts, i guess?”, it’s weird because i never actually planned to make one and created it on a whim based on a few random people’s tags, and even then it was made mostly as a joke. i just never thought about it before—i grew up with askblogs, an era of tumblr that was truly as magical as it was catastrophic (as all things that get vaguely popular), but i never thought about making one because: it’s a commitment, it seems like a lot, i’m inconsistent, how would i draw for it every single time, etc etc all that good stuff

but then i just made it. and fuck me is it the most fun thing ever. it doesn’t have to be consistent. it doesn’t have to be perfect, or polished, or anything really. it just has to be. to exist out there in the world and be open to messages. the most it has to be is loved by me and by u guys.

and that’s the thing! the best thing—i love involving u guys in my writing, pushing the characters in one direction and then the next, seeing where that takes us (because i don’t always know either, that’s what writing is all about babeyyy). i love that i don’t have to just post the most important plot beats one after the other and have the story be done there. i love that i get to weave the development through vaguely connected, sometimes relevant but sometimes completely random joke asks. that i don’t have to write a whole ass novel of build-up or draw everything as one long-running comic just to make my characters feel like they actually exist and react to the things around them, that they’re not just here to get from point a to b. and i love that you’re all part of it. the story seriously just wouldn’t be the way it is without all of you guys who are always so curious to ask something, or call a character out (depending on how much they need to be humbled COUGHHHHCOUGHHHHH)

so yeah, i’m just forever grateful for all of you and for the fact that tumblr allows things like these to happen. i have no idea what other site could possibly offer the same sort of experience, or anything similar, but i am just forever in love with the fact that it’s something you can do here. i wouldn’t trade it for anything. what a cool fucking thing to be able to do

[bee-buzzzzz]

Do not like Dale x Audrey. If what I've heard is true, thank you Kyle Maclachlan for saying it was inappropriate and therefore being the reason they didn't become a couple in the show.

[sysig]

Cards 👏 cards 👏 cards 👏 (Patreon)

[buttercup-art]

hey

[good-beanswrites]

hi! may i request some mikoto + amane (platonic obvs) … anything? they are very dear to me 😭

Yes!!! Thank you so much for the request -- they really are such a good pair ;-; (The thing is, I had so many nice scenes in mind about how they parallel each other, but they wouldn't know or reveal that about each other so I kept restarting...) Anyway, here's something right after Mikoto's first trial/verdict!

Mikoto could pick up on someone’s bad mood from a mile away, though the skill was unnecessary when the other party very clearly and calmly informed him, “I’m in a bad mood.”

After refusing his offer, Amane turned back to a thick textbook she’d been taking notes on. Didn’t kids usually complain that school was already a prison? She must have wanted the full experience. He'd worked nonstop at his studies as well, but this was a new level. Amane often reminded him of his little sister, though she always took the extra step like this. His sister would have jumped at this opportunity to play a few rounds of their favorite card game.

“It’ll be fun!”

He flashed a smile, but it had no effect on her severe expression. “I know you’re just trying to comfort me about our verdicts. I refuse to be pitied.”

“Comfort and pity are two very different things. But anyway, it wasn’t either of those things.” He gave an easy shrug “To be honest, I’m just a little bored. It’s weird not having any work to do during the day.” 

Mikoto couldn’t remember the last time in his life he’d had so many hours to himself. A lot of the others were fun to play games with. A few of the sportier prisoners helped him stay active. He enjoyed smoking breaks with the other men. Still, he was left to his own devices for the majority of his time. It was maddening. He’d recently requested some more art supplies, having used up the last batch, but they had yet to come in. Now with the verdict announcement, he wasn’t sure they’d ever arrive.

“That is your own problem. I already have something to do.” Her eyes lingered on the cards for the briefest of moments before returning to the book. “I told you, I’m not in the mood for it.”

Regardless of her hostility, he took a seat beside her. He leaned his arms out on the table. “We don’t have to play the same game.” The last time they'd played as a big group, several prisoners pulling the tables together to fit everyone. Amane had kept very quiet, eyes darting around at the cards as she tried to keep up with the rules. Not many of the others noticed the frustration clear in her face. Mikoto wasn’t the type to let her win out of pity, though he had begun to mutter the rules and strategies to himself a bit more as the night went on… 

“Is there a game you liked to play at home?”

 “No. There was no time for games in the house.” 

“All work and no play… hah… I know what that’s like.” He slumped his cheek onto his arm, lazily shuffling the cards around. He felt bad for bothering the girl if she truly was upset. He thought it was the bad experience that made her reject him, he hadn’t realized there were also family issues attached. Usually he could read people well; maybe he was losing his touch. He seemed to be losing touch with a lot of things, these days.

He readied a game of solitaire. 

“Mikoto?” Amane kept her face turned away. “There was… one game.”

“Yeah?” Mikoto shuffled the cards back together. He slid them over to her. “You should teach me!” 

She didn’t touch them. “You probably already know it.”

“Nah, I only know a few games. I’m better with tarot cards, though those aren’t really the gaming type. Come on, what is it?”

She told him the name of the game, insisting it wouldn’t be worth playing. She kept her attention on the textbook, but her eyes weren’t reading any of it. 

“Ahh, I’ve heard of that one! We start with four cards, right?” He started dealing them out.

“No, five –” she pointed to the deck, urging him to add two more. 

“Right, right.” He laughed lightly. “And the goal is to get pairs, and put them in a pile, uhh, here.”

Amane shook her head. She shifted her body slightly towards him. “You must be thinking of a different game. There’s actually three piles for pairs. One here, one here, and when it’s your opponent’s turn…” 

Her eyes gleamed as she explained the rules. She pointed to various cards, telling him exact moves and point values. “And to win, you need to –” Her expression shifted. “You… you already knew all this.”

“Of course not!” He put on his most convincing smile. 

She deflated. “You’re not a very good liar.”

“Tch, tell that to the warden.”

His shoulders sagged along with her. If Amane could see right through him, why was the rest of Milgram still coming up with stories about what he did and didn’t do? “Well, I might already know the rules, but it’s been a long time since I’ve played. You can still give me a hand. Plus, if you really are in such a bad mood, it’ll be good to take a break from your studies. You should always take a break when things get too overwhelming, yeah?”

She gave him a withering stare.

“Eh? What’s that face for?”

“Alright, let’s play. You can go first.”

“I mean it, what was that look? Aw, come on…”

[rolandkaros]

lowkey had a lot of my love for monte carlo riding on delusion that holger would win so the fact that he not only lost first round but had to retire cause he was ill again im like 😐 ok

[astro-g0re]

Genuinely AI and character ai will never replace the absolute joy and excitement of planning out a whole plot and story with potential reactions, ideas, concept, and art with the other person

The people only using character ai really don't know the soul and fun that comes with doing actual roleplay that stays consistent and won't repeat the same sentence/motion a million times over

[triglycercule]

mtt anniversary is on september 1st but i'm already having idess over here in january,,,,,,

[sysig]

Party (group) party (celebratory)! (Patreon)