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staarri · 22 hours
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Hi!! Seen you write for GaMing eh? Well, i have a request for him :D!
How about GaMing with reader that is an adeptus and/or Cloud Retainer disciple?
The amount of tea that this birb auntie will spill about baby reader... Oh dear, the embarrassment ☠️
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?
     —   characters :   ga ming
     —   character(s) are in a relationship with reader, gn!reader, this is a work of fiction
      fluff     ,     adeptus!reader     .      word count : 0.3k
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“When Y/N was still very young,” the bird adepti said, leading the boy to the so-called lair. “–they would like to play around here with Ganyu. The two of them would play a few roles similar to… Mermaids. If one can still remember.” 
     —   Dear lord. It took a short time for Cloud Retainer to spill all the little secrets you’ve had during your childhood. Her beak just can't be kept shut. She’s very noisy, often putting more emphasis on the embarrassing moments. Though she claims that she’s just sharing your childhood with your boyfriend–is that so bad?
     —   You were too late. Ga ming was already smiling along with Cloud Retainer, sitting comfortably on the stone chair and chatting away. Your cheeks flush as the adepti greets you, telling you to drink some tea as she recounts your failure of a camping trip where you woke up and saw a hilichurl sitting by your campfire.
     —   Honestly? Ga ming doesn't find it embarrassing at all. His family would’ve done the same, always showing baby pictures, his achievements as a kid, even the moments where he first saw the dance that inspired him. There he was, just a little kid smiling wide.
     —   The embarrassment didn’t last too long. Your curiosity about things you forgot in your childhood was stronger, you found out a few things that happened before that you don’t recall at all. 
“I can get used to this.” He says, laughing. You’re still a little mad at Cloud Retainer for sharing those things, but it doesn’t matter if he feels a little closer to you. 
“I can’t. Please don’t ever do that again–” Your voice is a little quiet. Ga ming smiles at you, gives you a playful punch and tells you its fine, because Cloud Retainer looks like she had the time of her life.
You’ll let this go in the future, this whole situation healed your inner child anyway. 
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lovers-instead · 1 year
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Venom 🎀🎨
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cardassiangoodreads · 9 months
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Some of you might remember a couple of years ago when Scarlett Johansson sued Disney because she was making significantly less money for Black Widow than was guaranteed in her contract because so many more people watched it on streaming than in theaters, how there was a massive misinformation campaign from Disney that a ton of people on this website (and Twitter and other social media) bought into: That she was a greedy bitch who didn't respect people who needed to stay at home during the pandemic (I believe the word "ableist" was thrown around with aplomb) as opposed to someone who just wanted to be paid what she was owed. What was literally in her contract!!! And where everyone who took more than a couple minutes to actually look into and think about the situation could figure out that her issue wasn't with streaming itself, but with how little streaming was allowed to get away with paying her and other actors. But of course, a lot of people just saw the chance to dunk on a rich woman, and didn't think about it beyond readying some snarky tags and hit reblog. And in doing so, threw their support behind a much wealthier, greedier studio head who is already using similar language to describe the current strike.
Anyway we're going to see a lot of that from studios now, especially now that actors have joined with the WGA and it's easier to sell them as rich and greedy than writers, because of this cultural stereotype we have of all Hollywood actors as celebrities. Don't fall for it. SAG-AFTRA represents people like Tom Cruise and ScarJo but it also represents the kind of people who played a Borg in two episodes of Star Trek: Voyager in 1997 or who had one line in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel as an enthusiastic audience member. Most actors are not crazy wealthy, and in fact, if you're a big TV fan (especially older TV and genre TV) that likely includes some actor names that you know, who played supporting roles in your fav shows, or who were even a star in something but haven't done anything major since. The AFTRA side also represents people like radio broadcasters. But even beside that, all workers deserve to be fairly compensated for the work they do, and the threat of replacing them with AI, or real actors being required to sign contracts to allow their likenesses to be used by AI forever without paying them, is an existential threat to acting as a profession in general. The actors are in the right. The writers are in the right. The studios are in the wrong. The studios have exploited new technology to get away with horrifying labor practices for years and their feet need to be put to the fire. Circulate the articles about how poorly the Orange is the New Black cast was compensated for making one of the defining shows of the early streaming boom, and of the studios saying they want to force writers to starve and lose their homes. Don't get distracted by propaganda aping progressive-sounding language about “wealthy celebrities.” Focus on the real enemy, the truly greedy fat cats who care more about money than people and art: the studios.
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ms-demeanor · 4 months
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Why reblog machine-generated art?
When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.
When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.
When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.
When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.
You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.
And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.
My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.
People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.
I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?
The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.
I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.
However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.
Also because it's just patently untrue.
But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.
It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.
I liked it.
I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.
Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)
Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?
My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.
What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.
And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).
There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.
I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.
Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.
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show-your-fangs · 9 months
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I could request the double life of the reader, one as an agent and the other as a camgirl. Hotchner is a follower but they won't realize it until they travel on a case to an area where it's hot and they see a familiar brand.
By the way, I love your writing. 💖😊
anon i love you. take my hand in marriage RIGHT NOW.
It's You | Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner
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introducing--
The Secrets We Keep (a Bunny and Clyde story) - Part One
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner x BAU/cam girl f!Reader
Words: 3k
CW: mutual masturbation, sex work (is real work), power imbalance/play.
Tags/warnings: master!hotch, reader works at the bau and is a secret cam girl, hotch is a customer, pet names (bunny, sweet girl), perv!hotch, mutual masturbation, hotch being a little mean.
a/n: yes, oh god yes will this become something I can already taste it. catch me writing another insanely long D/s series about these two because I AM IN LOVE.
Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.
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The first time that he noticed a similarity he thought he’d officially lost his mind. 
Maybe the sleep deprivation, insurmountable amounts of stress he was under, and the fact that he had yet to have his morning coffee were all working in tandem against him. 
It had been a complete accident. You’d been walking towards your desk in the morning, in a foul mood and you didn’t care who saw it. You’d set your bag down on the wooden counter but accidentally miscalculated how close you were to it and slammed your foot into the metal leg that separated them.
A yelp escaped your lips, high pitched, painful, sexual. His ears had perked up immediately, his brows scrunching together as he tried to remember where he’d heard that sound before. Realization struck him like a truck running him against a brick wall. 
No, there was no way, his brain was being absurd, he was being absurd.   
The day wrapped him up in a tornado of meetings and he’d almost forgotten about the incident earlier in the day, but then he received a notification late at night, after he’d returned home from a long day at the office. She was online, his favorite, perfect girl. 
Aaron had never been one for porn, never really saw the appeal of overly produced, almost veering on fake sexual content. He’d met his wife in high school, he was never in need of searching for something that he already had. 
But after Haley passed away and he became increasingly frustrated with the idea of having to put himself out there and date someone else to get the intimacy that he desired, he’d bitten the bullet and signed up for one of the many sites that Morgan had not so subtly been recommending for the past few months. 
To think that his colleague could tell he was so sexually frustrated to the point that he’d began dropping hints about it had made him more embarrassed than signing up for the site. 
The first few times that he used the site were…interesting. Getting past that wall of righteousness he’d put up around himself was difficult. He wanted, no, needed release, craved it in a way he’d never felt before. 
He’d go from stream to stream, curious, trying to keep an open mind. But nothing really spoke to him, nothing really made him excited to engage, to stay longer than a few minutes, to touch himself. 
And then he’d found her, bouncingbunny1, or Bunny as she went by for the customers that paid enough to be in her inner circle. 
She was beautiful in that girl next door who was secretly naughty way that he hadn’t realized he was so attracted to. Always clad in delicate pink lingerie, never showing her face, even when he’d finally gotten over his fear and paid for a private session.
It was easy to fantasize, easy to let himself go and allow the soft cadence of her voice, the filthy sounds of her moans as she touched herself for his pleasure and his pleasure only, making him come undone in minutes. 
He’d learned something dangerous about himself then, a desperate need to dominate, to control, to have power over someone in such an intimate way. Watching this delicate woman come undone by his orders, his commands, his instructions on how he wanted her to pleasure herself was more satisfying than anything he’d experienced before.
Now, months later, he could confidently accept that this had been one of the best decisions he’d ever made. Sure, he spent as much money on her as he did on rent every month, but it was honestly worth it. He had an insurmountable amount of access, she’d told him as much on their nightly conversations. 
It wasn’t just about release anymore. He found himself talking to her, texting and calling, whenever she was online and he needed her. There had been a few instances where they’d closed a particularly tough case and all he needed was to hear her voice, but she was unavailable. 
But she made up for it with messages filled with those silly kissing face emojis, telling him that she’d make it up to him later that night. And he never questioned it, never even found it odd that sometimes those moments happened to coincide with them being stuck on the jet or pulling a late night of paperwork at the office. 
He had no reason to think anything of it, no reason to ever even begin to think of the possibility that it was you…that it could ever be you on the other side of his screen. You, his subordinate, his teammate, his friend who he adored and cherished and thanked the universe every day for your patience, kindness, love.
Even with the slightest possibility, the smallest sliver that it could be you—
user1102: Bunny.
bouncingbunny1: hiiiiii Master 🤭🥰🩷💖😚
user1102: Can we play?
Bouncingbunny1: yes sir
He smirked to himself, immediately calling. He never showed his face or his body. The only indication that he was real was through what he allowed you to hear. That was another thing that he’d noticed about himself, how deep and sharp his voice could get when he allowed himself to be free. 
You answered the call immediately. You knew he didn’t like to be kept waiting and you couldn’t contain your excitement every time he called you. He was the only reason you were still doing this, even after finishing college (debt free), after getting through the academy and getting the job you’d been desperately working towards all your adult life – he had come in and kept you wrapped up in his orbit. 
You’d started working at the BAU almost a year ago. They were down an agent and you’d been brought in to train for the position. The transition had been stressful, something that you were accounting for but not to this degree. 
You had taken a break from camming in preparation for the adjustment period, taking your time to see if you would even want to return to it or if it was a closed chapter in your book. 
But you’d returned home one night after a particularly grueling case, with so much pent up energy, so much bratty energy that the only way that you knew how to get it out in a healthy way was to put on a show. 
You’d spent the next few hours with your bluetooth vibrator inside you, a pretty baby blue lingerie set over it, cumming over and over and over and over again as the people watching paid to make the device go faster and faster and faster.
That’s when you first met him, user1102. After the first hour was up and you were practically hanging on to your couch for dear life, he’d told you he’d pay five hundred dollars if you took a break, if you drank a full glass of water for him on camera to show him you were taking care of yourself. 
And so you did, everyone else in the chat respecting the decision, albeit annoying as it was, since they all understood that money spoke volumes and they were not in the market to try and outbid whoever he was.
You didn’t recognize him from your usual clients which meant that this was the first time he was seeing you, and what a night to start indeed. He kept coming back after that, every time that you were able to find the time or needed to find release, to clear your mind of the day’s events. 
He was always a big tipper, an even bigger flirt, always made sure to send public and private messages while you played live, always said hello and goodbye. 
You’d squealed loudly when he finally requested a private session and made sure you looked extra good for him. He was perfect, even if you had no idea what he looked like, and these sessions became more and more frequent to the point that you’d almost stopped performing for other people.  
You were sitting in front of your couch on the cold wood floor, a fluffy towel under you. He could see a few toys off camera and a large water bottle that he’d gotten you next to them, clearly just in frame for him.
“Hi bunny,” he groaned, his hand already wrapped around his cock. 
“Hi Master,” you whimpered, already feeling spacey and out of it. It was always like this with him, easy to slip, to submit, to simply allow your brain to think about following his instructions. 
“Someone’s eager,” he mocked and you immediately knew what he was talking about. It was crazy to think that you were so attuned to him, to where his mind was. It filled you with warmth every time that you could anticipate his thoughts, his needs, his desires. 
“Prepared,” you whined, offended. “I always make a mess when we play and I’m tired of having to mop my floor.”
He chuckled, hand tightening around himself. He never had to work to get hard when he spoke with you, the mere thought of getting to play, as you liked to call it, enough to get him going. 
That’s when he noticed it, a small band aid on the side of your foot. 
“What happened to your foot, sweet girl?” he asked, his heart beating uncomfortably fast, blood practically shooting up to his ears and his cock. 
“Oh…” you started, a little afraid that he’d punish you for not being careful. “I bumped it against a chair today.”
He came harder than he’d ever had that night just by the mere thought that you were the one letting out those addicting noises, that you were the one coming undone because of him, that you were the one writhing, shaking, panting, so completely at his mercy that you’d quite literally do anything for him. 
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You were in god awful, swampy Florida. The summer sun was unforgiving, the cozy, long sleeve you had chosen for what you believed would be a long day at the office doing paperwork was definitely the worst clothing choice as the humidity practically clung to your body. 
You wanted to scream, wanted to punch something, wanted to take it off and not worry about flaunting your practically naked breasts to everyone around you. Anything to get rid of the burning heat that trapped your body. 
You were practically a walking puddle when you made it back to the station, practically bolting to the bathroom in a cloud of smoke. Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle, he’d been teasing you about it all afternoon, especially after he’d urged you to change and you had refused because you were sure you’d be staying inside with Reid in the comfort of the air conditioned building.
Aaron couldn’t help but notice your mood. You weren’t normally this grumpy. You were usually the one making sure he stopped frowning. He gave you a moment and then followed behind swiftly. 
You stepped into the women’s bathroom and immediately pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aggressively over the sink. You stood there, heaving, allowing the cold air to seep into your body, to have it calm you down, ground you. 
Aaron was about to knock when he saw the door slightly ajar and he immediately stilled, his eyes landing on your topless body. It was too similar, you were too similar, his brain now desperately trying to find similarities between you and her. 
You were wearing a cupless white lace bra, one that he could’ve sworn he’d bought you only a few days prior. You hadn’t worn it yet, at least not to his knowledge, which meant you must’ve just gotten it in the mail. 
It was overwhelming to say the least. He couldn’t continue going on like this. He needed to know. 
He pulled out his phone, discreetly lingering outside of the women’s bathroom, always glancing around to make sure no one could see him. 
user1102: Bunny, I need you.
The second his thumb pressed send his gaze shot up to you once more, waiting to see your reaction. As much as his Bunny would sometimes tell him that she couldn’t play right that second, she’d always, without fail, answer his messages within seconds. 
He could see your attention shift from the mirror in front of you to your phone for a second as you slid your new shirt over yourself. His gaze sharpened, his cock twitched in anticipation, his breathing hitched. 
But instead you pressed one key and brought the device up to your ear, your soft, steady voice muffled by the distance between you. He sighed deeply, in defeat as he looked back down at his phone, his message unanswered. 
“Are you okay?” he almost jerked back as he heard you address him, concern lacing your voice. You were right beside him then, those round, doe eyes of yours that he loved so much wide and worried. 
He could simply nod, enough to satisfy you and yet not give you even an ounce of understanding into what was really going on. 
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You all made it to the hotel later that night. He had quickly checked you all in since you were all about to drop. It had been a very long day to say the least and all you really wanted was to take an ice cold shower and go to sleep. 
“Alright,” he addressed the group. “Rossi, room 702, Reid and Morgan, room 705, JJ, room 806, Emily and–” his eyes met yours and he immediately lost his train of thought for a second before he handed the key cards to the raven haired woman beside you. “Room 807.”
He stepped back. “I’ll be down in room 604 if anyone needs anything. Back at the lobby at seven.”
With that you all shuffled towards the elevators, like a horde of zombies. You had been true to your word, practically cold plunging yourself in the shower and proceeding to put on some shorts and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in. 
Emily took the shower after you were done, your plan being to throw yourself on the bed and pass out immediately. But as luck would have it, your stomach practically screamed at you to feed it. 
You sighed deeply, crossing the room to see if room service was still open at the late hour only to realize it had just closed. You groaned in annoyance, the brat peeking through, your body starting to crave a different type of relief. 
Luckily there was a vending machine down on the sixth floor, so that’s where you found yourself, irritatingly making the trek down. The elevator doors opened directly into the hall with the vending machine and you practically came face to face with an equally tired Aaron, clad in his own gray shirt and loose pajama pants. 
You bit down on your lip, approaching him slowly. He saw you the second the elevator doors opened and it made him angry that he just knew it was you. There was something so specific about the air whenever you were around, it always felt lighter, smelled sweeter. 
“Hungry?” he asked as you approached and you nodded. 
“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you replied and he leaned down to pick up the prepackaged sandwich he’d just gotten for himself. 
Your hand wrapped itself around the almost phallic, plastic wrapped item, his gaze slowly falling down your body until it landed on your chest. To say he visibly tensed up was an understatement. 
You frowned immediately, stepping forward, into his personal space, your own eyes searching for his but they were glued to your shirt. You looked down at yourself, concerned that maybe there was something on it that had offended him. It was rowdy, but nothing to write home about which only confused you further. 
“My college friends used to be in a band,” you explained, trying to lighten the mood. “They made like three of these shirts,” you laughed, clearly remembering fond memories. “Anyway, it’s silly and stupid, I know, but I still have it.”
He knew, he knew all of that, because he’d once called her– you while you were still in your pajamas, wearing that very specific shirt. You’d told him that same story, with a few more details of course, but still.
There was no denying it now, no way to twist the truth, no way to unknow what he now knew for certain.
His own hand pulled on the sandwich and your frown only deepened, as if the gesture itself had cut you so deep, had broken your heart so painfully. 
“It’s…uh– option three, sorry, I have to…” he was down the hall in record time, his heart pounding, his cock practically rock hard against his abdomen. He needed to calm down, needed to take a minute to compose himself, needed to get back to grab his phone so that he could—
user1102: Come to my room. 
The message confused you even more than Aaron just had. You were in no mood to deal with anyone, even the man you had made you feel more alive than you had in years. That’s when you noticed you hadn’t replied to him earlier, but whatever guilt you were feeling quickly washed away as anger settled in.
Who the fuck did they both think they were?
bouncingbunny1: ???
user1102: 604
The color drained from your face in an instant. No, it couldn’t be. There was no way, your brain was being absurd, you were being absurd. 
user1102: Now, bunny.
You gulped loudly, shaky legs somehow managing to lift carry down the hall. The bright light of the hallways almost sobering you up. Were you seriously about to do this?
At worst you walked over to his door, knocked and he stared at you confused and you’d just have to live with the embarrassment of coming up with a lie. At best…at best he opened the door and dragged you into his room, pressed his lips to yours, and finally gave you the satisfaction of fucking ruining you like you’d wanted your boss and user1102 to do for so long. 
You didn’t even get to lift your hand to knock on the door before it swung open aggressively and he stepped into your personal space, his tall, broad frame towering over you. 
“Oh, bunny,” he hummed. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to go looking for the big bad wolf?”
“No, Master.”
this was TOO SATISFYING TO WRITE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. it was crazy to go from soft boy mr. hotchner to just...insanity and power and control and i love how this turned out.
y'all better fucking FLOOD my inbox with asks for them.
tags: @xladyxdreamer, @ssamorganhotchner, @canuck-eh
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simpcityy · 9 months
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I'm Not Her Pt.2 (Father Miguel O’Hara x Teen! Daughter Reader)
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Summary: Miguel O’Hara is your biological father but it’s not great being his daughter when he’s hooked in the past still.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This short One-Shot has made it into a series! Read part one please to understand the prompt better. (Linked Below)
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Use of female pronouns, Use of (Y/N), angst, Father Miguel, overall, it’s just sad for now. Other dimensional Miguel… Uhhh I think that is all for now.
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6
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You woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked. Odd? Who is cooking if no one is home. Sitting up from your bed, you glanced at the time seeing it was 10am. Walking out of the room the smell of bacon got stronger. In front of you was your father Miguel cooking breakfast. You quickly rubbed your eyes wanting to make sure you aren’t dreaming. “Buenos días, cariño*” Miguel glances back at you hearing the creek of the floorboards. You only stood there in shock. He’s home for once and calling you with love and affection. “I…Um…good morning?” You finally replied back sitting down on the chair slowly. He placed a plate in front of you and took a seat across from you. “(Y.N) …Escucha, sé que no soy el mejor padre*.” He began. “I know I left you all on your own, but I have to man up and fix my mistakes.” He looks at you before slowly holding your hand “and I know it won’t be easy, but I’ll try my best.” He smiles before slowly releasing your hand. You only stood there stunned thinking about it. Did Lyla talk to him? Did Peter? So many thoughts were running around your head before letting out a sigh. “I …what made you have a change of heart…you know that yesterday was my- “he cuts you off, “I know it was your birthday and I’m sorry” he pulls out a box from under the table. You were so shocked about this new side of your dad that you didn’t even see the box when you sat down. “Happy Late Birthday “he smiles, sliding the box towards you. You slowly open it inside before gasping seeing the latest technology you’ve always wanted. You dug your hand till it hit the bottom and saw a ticket to your favorite concert. “How did you know I wanted this? I always begged you to let me see this singer, but you wouldn’t hear me out…I…” you are feeling so many emotions. “I told you I was going to try my best to fix this” he smiles before letting out a grunt as you tackle him into a hug “thank you! Thank you!” You chanted. Miguel only lets out a small smile rubbing your back affectionately. You let him go and walked to the top cabinet grabbing a glass to fill. “let’s have breakfast before you head to work “you smile enjoying this small moment with him. Maybe your wish did come true, to stop feeling alone. 
You walked down the halls of your high school. It was going to be your last year and you promised your friends you were going to make it a blast. Humming out a song you unlocked your locker. “Hey boo you’re in a much better mood.” Lyla appeared inside your locker snapping a selfie with you. “Glad you’re here, did you talk to my dad?” You asked her while collecting the items you’ll need on this day. “ wha? No, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” She looks at the selfie editing it. “He came home and made breakfast. He also got me tickets for the concert.” You smile enthusiastically looking at the AI. Lyla watches you “he did?” She was concerned, if she remembered correctly…Miguel was at the base this morning working but then again, he did slip out for a moment so maybe that’s where he went. Lyla only smiles “I’m so glad boo! Maybe Peter talked with him?” You nodded “I was thinking the same. Alright, I got to go Lyla.” You closed the locker going on to continue your education. Lyla stood in the pitch dark of the locker in deep thought “I’ll have to talk to Miguel” she mutters before disappearing. 
School for once was a day you enjoyed, maybe it has to do with the fact you're slowly getting your father back. You’ll have to thank Peter once you get the chance to visit the Society HQ. You start to wonder what made him realize he has a daughter here. All this thinking made you hungry, spotting your favorite empanada stand. You walked over and got in line. ‘Maybe I’ll order extra to bring home’ you thought before smiling, giving your order to the kind old lady. Once you reached home, you closed the door behind you. “Are you home?” You call out placing the bag on the table. “Ya has vuelto de la escuela*?” Miguel emerges from the kitchen door. He glances at the bag. “Y eso?” He walked over looking into the box. “ I got you some empanadas” You smile before letting it falter seeing him sniff the bag. His face of disgust was present, “I’m not hungry, you eat it.” He quickly replaces the face of disgust into a smile. Something wasn’t right here, he loved empanadas. He would never reject it. “But it’s your favorite?” You sat down and grabbed a couple for yourself. Miguel grabs a glass of water, his back turned to you. He panicked for a bit before adding on, “Yes but I think I ate too many last time that it just makes me dislike it” He walks over rubbing your head, “It will go away and I’ll go back to liking them okay?” He pressed his lips to the side of your head before sitting down next to you. “Cómo fue tu día en la escuela*?” He asked. You only nodded taking his excuse before smiling, feeling his lip on the side of your head. “ It went well!” You ate the empanada while telling him how your day went. 
Lyla stood behind Miguel watching him work away. “Hey Miguel” She appears in front of him. “Quick question” Miguel looks up at her and only grunts telling her to go on. “That was nice of you to get (Y/N) tickets to the concert” She sits on his shoulder waiting for his response. His answer only made her glitch and worried for you.
“What tickets?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Authors Note: Thank you so much! Your comments and likes made me see how this NEEDED to be a series. I'm still working on the other two projects hopefully next week I'll be able to complete the series for Location Status. So, I can focus on my other projects. Sorry for any grammar on the first part, I was using a tablet and it was all new to me. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 66💕) Thank you for the likes and reblogs! Please reblog so others can be aware of my works! ILY 💕
Spanish Translation: (Remember some have double meaning or similar meaning) 1. “Buenos días, cariño: Good Morning Sweetie 2. Escucha, sé que no soy el mejor padre: Listen, I know I'm not the best father (Dad) 3. Ya has vuelto de la escuela: Are you back from school? 4. Y eso: And that or whats that? 5. Cómo fue tu día en la escuela: How was your day at school?
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missdictatorme · 9 months
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The Shades Of The Moon - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Virgin!Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut and Fluff
Summary: Steven's dream is simple. He wants to be a tour guide. But Donna made it clear he has no chance achieveing that. That is until she gets fired and Steven gets a new boss. He is thrilled when you offer him the dream position, but what if he has to do something in return?
Warnings: seks duh, no DID, talks of insomnia and sleeping problems, okay so @melodygatesauthor 's AI characters are having an influence on me and Steven is a tiny bit yandere in this. Just barely noticable. Maybe he isn't even yandere just a huge fucking simp idek lol. (Anyway, Mel, your AI characters rock I love them and you 😘) Also I wanted to post it as soon as I can so it's not beta'd 🫣
A/N: I have no excuse, I'm a slut for inexperienced men 😶 But I'm also a sub so this is a fucking mess. Literally a fucking mess. Be aware of messy fucking. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PURE FILTH LIKE "THE PAVLOVIAN RESPONSE" BUT AGAIN I HAD TO MAKE IT SWEET??? Why can I only write smut with feels? Pls shoot me, I'm a failure.
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You tried to hide your smile on your first day after you were introduced to everyone at the museum by the director. You chatted a little with everybody and it was clear that almost all of them hated Donna and were glad she was getting replaced.
Well, she was digging her own grave by treating everyone like shit, so it wasn't a surprise when soon she got complaints by her employees and coworkers, opening the door for you to apply for her job in the museum.
Everybody seemed very nice, so you had a good feeling about this new job. Being in a position where you hold power over others can be scary, there's this whole thing that everyone seems to agree with that "all bosses are assholes" so you tried to break that myth.
You were strict in a way that you wanted everyone to do their job right and didn't have trouble telling someone if they are being too lazy. But you weren't rude even those times and you don't like to cause unnecessary drama by treating your workers like shit. You respected everyone as long as they respected you and their jobs.
You honestly didn't have trouble with employees being a few minutes late. You didn't. Maybe they didn't catch the bus, they slept in, or they accidentally spilled their coffee and it landed on their shirt and they needed to get changed. Shit happens, it was part of life.
But Steven Grant of the gift shop seemed to have trouble getting to work almost every day.
That's why during the day when you had a few minutes of free time you asked him to come to your office.
He was sitting in front of your desk with slightly hunched shoulders and with his hands in his lap as he was holding the tea you offered him, letting it warm his slightly cold fingers.
"So, Steven..."
He looked up at you, smiling. He liked you a lot more than Donna. You remembered his name and you were always very kind. You always greeted everyone and chatted a few words with everybody, creating a friendly atmosphere at the workplace.
"Is everything alright?"
Steven's brows furrowed a little in confusion but he was still smiling.
"Is everything...? I... yeah, everything's fine, yeah."
You were standing behind your desk with your arms crossed over your chest. You were wearing a simple but elegant white button up shirt and a black pencil skirt, black tights and black high heels with red bottoms.
When you moved to go around the table to stand in front of Steven, leaning back on it, you saw as his eyes moved up and down your body as he sat up straighter. It was hard reading his expression, he was always very friendly and respectful. You wondered if he appreciated what he was seeing.
"So is there any reason why you were late for work again?"
Steven's eyes widened. He knew he was pushing the boundaries with always running in the last minute or after it. He always apologized and promised he will be on time, but it's like luck was always abandoning him when it was time to wake up.
"Yeah, about that." - he looked down and caressed the teacup with his thumb. - "I have this... sleeping disorder. Insomnia. It's very late when I can fall asleep and I just can't seem to wake up in the mornings to my alarm."
You hummed and nodded, understanding.
"Have you considered trying to find a job where you would have night shifts?"
Steven felt like someone punched him in the guts.
"Wha- you wanna fire me?"
Your eyes widened and you quickly held your hands up, shaking them.
"No, no, no, no, no! I don't want to fire you! Jesus, no!" - you huffed out a laugh by the end and it looked like Steven calmed down a little. - "I'm just trying to help. You know I don't really care if someone's a little late sometimes, but you are late almost everyday, and you must know that it is an issue. Your work starts half an hour before the museum opens and there are times when you arrive after the first few customers have already entered the gift shop. I have to open those times instead of you."
Steven looked down in shame and shook his head.
"I know and I'm so sorry! I just... I really am trying. I am drinking calming teas, I read in bed, I am lighting scented candles to help me relax..."
"Okay, but lighting candles before you fall aleep is not the safest choice?" - you cut him off with a small smile.
Steven chuckled a little, but he was still tense.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." - he waved it off.
"Have you tried to talk to a doctor about this? If you don't get enough rest for a long period of time, it could cause health problems later."
Steven started chewing his lower lip. He was not used to people caring about him. Hell, 80% of the museum staff don't even remember his name, despite him working there for years now. If he was late, Donna always bit his head off and treated him like shit, making him do extra hours for free.
And now here you were, only knowing him about for a month, and talking about his personal problems, trying to help him. You were the kindest person he met so far.
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you like working here? Is there something that make you stressed out? Is the work too much? Can I help with anything to make it easier for you?" - you asked these questions rapidly, brows furrowing in anticipation for his answers.
Steven was getting a bit overwhelmed. How can you be so different from Donna? You were in the same position as her, yet you two were like fire and ice, complete opposites. Donna never asked him these kind of things, she only demanded him to do his job and she didn't care what it took.
"I like it here, I love history, so working in the museum is really great!" - Steven said.
"Okay, so do you have anything you'd like to change? Don't be afraid to answer, I'm here to help and I'm your boss, you can talk to me and I will see if I can do anything about it, because I have the power to do it."
Steven licked his lips and looked like he was eager to tell you something, then he looked away and shrank in his seat a little.
You smiled.
"It's okay, Steven, I'm not gonna be mad or anything, I promise."
Steven cleared his throat.
"Well, there's this thing... but Donna said that it will never happen."
You chuckled after you let out a big sigh.
"Steven? I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not Donna." - you gestured to yourself and saw as Steven's gaze wandered up and down your form again.
"Oh, I noticed."
One of your eyebrows shot up amused. Steven met your gaze again with a boyish smile. Damn, he's cute.
"Okay, so what is it?" - you asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot.
He got excited again and he leaned forward to put the teacup on your desk, just next to your ass. When he pulled back his hand, his knuckles brushed your hip and he stood up, looking at you with sparkling eyes.
"I know there's a very thin chance. And I love the gift shop I promise!" - he quickly added. - "But... would it be possible... is there a chance... even in the veeeery distant future... that I can become a tour guide?"
Your eyes widened in surprise.
"You? Want to be a tour guide?"
Steven took your question as a doubt in his ability.
His expression dropped and he gulped, looking down and shaking his head.
"Yeah, you know what? Forget it, let's act like I never sai..."
"Wait, Steven, no. Wait." - you pinched the bridge of your nose. You didn't know why he was always putting himself down so quickly. Whoever made him react like this to questions that were only asked to confirm something, needs a serious ass kicking. Oh wait, it was Donna. That bitch. - "Okay. I'm listening. You wanna be a tour guide?"
"...yeah."
"Which section?"
"Egypt."
You nodded, thinking. You and the director were talking about wanting to start more tours in the Egyptian and Greek section. The other tour guides' schedules were already full, but a lot of visitors are coming all around the year so there's a public demand for more tours. But the director and you were already going through CV's and there are quite a few capable people for the job. One man in particular has a rather impressive work experience behind him.
"Okay, so... we are looking for tour guides for the Egyptian and Greek section." - when Steven's eyes lit up, you hold up a finger. - "A lot of people are applying for the jobs. A lot. So I'm not saying anything, but... how about after the museum's closed you give me a tour? And if you're good, I see if I can talk to the director about hiring you."
Steven literally beamed and nodded in excitement.
You gave him a warning look.
"I will try, it's not set in stone..."
"I know, I know! I'm just... wow, I'm so happy! I never thought I will get a chance! Thank you so much!" - Steven's whole body buzzed with adrenalin and he suddenly hugged you.
Your eyes widened, but you smiled and patted his back awkwardly... then you let your hands caress his shoulderblades and your touch wandered down to his lower back. You bit your lip when you felt his muscles and you felt yourself become quite flustered when he pulled away and looked at you with a sheepish expression.
"Sorry, that was a bit unprofessional..."
You chuckled.
"You're good, don't worry." - you said and added in your head that he can wrap his big strong arms around you whenever he liked. Whew, get a grip, girl. - "I will see you after closing."
Steven nodded.
"Yeah, see you then!" - he waved at you with a big grin as he walked out the door and you shook your head with a chuckle.
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The door to your office was open and Steven appeared there after he closed the gift shop, quietly knocking on your door to get your attention when you were concentrating on something on your computer.
"Oh!" - you looked up at him with a smile and gestured to the couch by the wall not far from your desk. - "Sit down, I'm just gonna reply to this e-mail real quick."
"Alright." - he got comfortable and put his messenger bag on the coffee table. - "This office looks so much nicer since Donna moved out. It looks cozy." - Steven said smiling as he looked around.
You beamed at him and thanked him. You tried to make it look more homey, since you were spending almost as much time here as in your apartment. There were some pictures of nature on the walls and there were quite a lot of plants and flowers. They made you feel calm. There were a few shelves packed with history books and small trinkets.
"It's funny how Donna is gone for a whole month now and people are still talking about her." - you said amused as you were typing.
Steven chuckled.
"Yeah, she was... something else."
"So I've heard." - you chuckled. - "I hope I leave a different impression on people."
"You are!" - Steven was quick to reassure you. - "You're so kind, smart and funny. I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to come to work everyday!" - he joked, making you laugh. His ears perked up and a giddy expression took over his features.
"Thought you said you love the gift shop." - you teased.
"Yeah, but Donna made working here a living hell."
You gave him a flirty smile.
"Well, maybe you don't love the gift shop. Maybe you just love your new boss." - you said playfully.
"I do." - Steven said dreamily, then he shook his head a little and started stuttering. - "I mean... I love you, yeah... I mean as my boss! But I love the gifts shop too! It's just more fun with you? And by fun I don't mean anything creepy...!"
You laughed and stood up, closing your laptop.
"I know what you mean don't worry."
God have mercy, how can Steven be so handsome and so cute at the same time? Your gaze wandered all over his body as you approached him, wondering what he looked like under his baggy clothes. You knew he was strong, you wondered what those muscles can do, feeling them earlier when he hugged you still made you dizzy.
You sat down next to him as he was watching you like one would observe a goddess. You pulled off your high heels, and Steven licked his lips watching your black tights covered feet touch the ground toes first. He let out a small whimper when you put your hands on each of his knees and gently pushed them apart. He fell back against the backrest, his breath hitched in his throat and watched as you lean forward towards his lap and...
...reach between his feet to pull a pair of slippers out from under the couch.
You smiled at him, noticing how he was breathing deeper and how his cheeks were now a deep shade of red.
You pushed you feet into the black flat slippers and stood up.
"Sorry, I know the heels are pretty, but they are killing my feet. Also this way you will have a harder time sweeping me off my feet with your massive... knowledge." - you winked at him then walked out the door.
Steven let out a big sigh, he didn't even realize he was holding, and looked down as he felt the majority of the tension leave his body with it. His eyes widened when he noticed the visible bulge in his pants, and he panicked.
Did you notice that?
Oh god, you must have, you were right there just a few moments ago.
Oh no, he surely blew his chances as being a tour guide now, you must think he's a pathetic perverted arsehole, you left because you felt disgus-
You looked back in the room with an amused smile?
"You coming, Mr. Grant?" - you asked in a deeper voice, and he was sure it revibrated in his whole body, the echo of it concentrating in his pants.
Oh will be coming later tonight, when he is fisting his cock recreating this scene in his head a little differently. Wouldn't be the first time he jerked off to the thought of you.
He shook his head again, alarmed, and quickly got on his feet and grabbed his messenger bag rather agressively from the coffee table to hold it in front of him as he walked towards you.
You were standing right in the door, so as he slipped past you, mumbling a small apology, his chest brushed against yours, and was it him or were the top few buttons of your shirt unbuttoned before too?
"No problem, Steven. Now show me what you are capable of."
Fuck, he would pay good money so he can have a quick wank in the bathroom. Or better, if he could just bend you over your cute little desk and...
His thoughts were interrupted when another door opened down the corridor and the director stepped out, ready to go home.
"Ah, you two are still here?"
"Yes, Steven and I will take a tour through the Egypt section."
The man's eyebrow lifted.
"Really?" - he looked Steven over. - "Well, good luck."
"Thank you, sir." - Steven gulped.
"Tell me how it went." - the director winked at you and you smiled, nodding.
"I will. Good night."
Both of them said their good byes too, and Steven and you walked down to the Egypt section. When you arrived there, you smiled at Steven.
"I'm ready for you to blow my mind."
First, Steven blushed and started stuttering again, but then he became more and more relaxed as he led you through the artifacts. It was like the fact that he can talk about these objects calmed him down and he became more and more confident as he was leading you around. You watched him with great interest, impressed by his knowledge.
After about thirty minutes, you stopped him. His face fell, you didn't even let him finish, he must've fucked it up. When will he stop being such a failu-?
"That was quite impressive, Steven." - you smiled.
No response.
Your grin widened and you waved a hand in front of his face.
That seemed to get his attention and he blinked rapidly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said that was very impressive. You know a lot about the Egyptian history and mythology. I loved that you were talking about smaller, not well known facts about some of the artifacts, they were very interesting!"
Steven smiled at you, but he had disbelief written across his face.
"Wait, really? You liked it?"
You giggled.
"Yes, Steven. You could be a really great tour guide. Not just for the adults but for the small students too. You could easily keep them entertained, because you are also funny and it is clear that you are passionate about this. Kids love that. And the adults too. It makes what you are saying more interesting." - you praised him.
Steven was sure he died and this was another dimension. You just... told him he was good at something. Just like that. He was sure he never heard a single praise directed at him in his whole life.
"Th... thank you!" - he said after a few seconds, grinning like a little kid who just got a present.
You licked your lips as your face fell a little.
"There's just this thing..."
"What is it?" - Steven asked, eager to correct his mistake, whatever it was.
"That you keep being late. It's bad as it is with you being in the gift shop, but you can't make a whole group of people wait."
Steven sobered up and nodded.
"Yeah. But I promise I won't be late ever again! I will even set the alarm an hour earlier so I can be on time!"
You seemed to be thinking about it.
He put his palms together and stepped closer to you.
"Please. I will do anything."
Your heart skipped a beat and you looked into his eyes. No... he surely didn't mean that. He was far too pure. He was looking at you so innocently.
"I don't know, Steven." - you said as you turned around and started walking to get back to your office, change back to your heels, grab your bag and go home. - "I have to think about it."
Steven was hot on your heels.
"I know, I was late a lot of times! I know I always promised to be on time and I failed! But this... this is what I was dreaming about for so long! I will be your best tour guide, I swear!"
You laughed a little and Steven smiled.
"Everybody will want to be on my tour. I will make the others look like morons, you know it!"
You laughed louder as you shook your head and walked into your office. You leaned over your table and Steven stopped dead in his tracks when the slit at the back of your skirt revealed the lacy part of your stockings by your thighs in this position. He wondered what you looked like without a skirt in those black thighs as they are strapped to the garter that must be the same lacy little thing, hugging your waist.
When you turned around he gulped and watched as you walked to the couch to slip in your high heels and he followed you to help you balance while you put them on. You felt your cheeks grew hot as he offered his hand and you gently took it, slipping in your heels.
"Tell me. What should I do to get the job?"
You looked at him and licked your lips.
"I told you it wasn't set in stone that you will get it..."
"I know. But you told me yourself I was impressi..."
"Sit down." - you cut him off.
Steven frowned a little bit, but sat down, setting his messenger bag next to him.
You straddled his waist as you climbed on top of him and you started caressing your palms up and down his chest and stomach, while he was looking up at you, eyes widening.
"So you really would do anything for the job?"
"I...I would..." - Steven answered, his hands resting next to him, unable to move. Was this really happening?
"Hmmm, then how about you show me how talented you are in other departments?" - you asked as you leaned closer and licked his ear.
Steven shuddered under you and he felt his blood flaming up with something else next to lust.
Insecurity.
"I'm a virgin." - he blurted out and he immediately regretted it when you pulled away and looked at him shocked.
You stared at him for a few seconds then you were off his lap in a heartbeat.
"Oh my god! Oh my god I'm so sorry! I thought... Nevermind, it doesn't matter what I thought! Fuck, that was so fucking awful of me!" - you said as you grabbed your bag again.
"Wait, no, it wasn't...!" - Steven was quick to reach for you but you were by the door in a flash.
"I'm so sorry Steven, I shouldn't have! God, I'm gonna be fired for this for sure." - you muttered the last part under your breath as you stormed out the door.
Steven had a hard time getting up and balance himself, suddenly unable to remember how to walk, let alone run after you and he fell on the floor with an ooff. He quickly got on his knees and grabbed his bag as he managed to stand up finally and he was quick to chase after you, but it seemed like you were quite fast in your heels.
Disappointment pooled in his chest and he let out a defeated sigh as he shuffled his way to the bus stop.
He wanted it to happen. Hell, he was imagining it since the first time he saw you. You were the prettiest woman he ever saw, just his type and when he learned how smart and especially kind you were, he was smitten. He found himself fisting his cock during the evenings when he was in bed, and sometimes even in the mornings, unable to get ready for work in time because of the raging boner he had because of the dreams he had about you. Yeah, he was having sleeping problems too, but a lot of times you were the reason he was late. Not that he would be ever mad at you for that. You were unable to leave his mind and he didn't even care. If he had the chance he would lock you in his apartment and never let you leave so you will be waiting there for him after he gets home from work so you can give him a welcome kiss and open those sexy legs so he can fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.
Maybe he would tie you to his bed, with your legs wide open so he doesn't have to lose precious time with trying to get between them.
Oh how many times did he imagine your delicate ankle locked in his ankle restraint as he was fucking into you wildly, the sheets a mess around you, his hands are firmly gripping your thighs as you were spread wide for him, as he holds you in place so you won't slip away from his cock even the slightest because of the rough pounding.
He closed his eyes, leaning against the bus stop sign, trying to cool his forehead with it.
You'd arch your back to try to get him to slip even further, offering, gifting, submitting your body completely to him, taking every inch of him like the kind and pretty thing you are, wanting to please him. Wanting to make his deepest desires to become a reality and he would praise you for it. Tell you how much of a good girl you are for him, how a goddess like you is everything he ever dreamt of, how he's gonna make you cum so hard you're gonna beg him to never leave your pussy. How he's gonna fill you up with his cum until it's gonna drip out of you because your womb is full and it can't take more. He would chase every drop with his tongue and gather it in his mouth to not waste any of it. He would lean above you and kiss you, making you swallow all of it because that's where it belongs. In you. Every. Fucking. Drop.
And fuck, when he is thinking about those pretty lips of yours which you liked to paint a cute shade of pink. A deeper shade, but it's not red and you look so innocent, while those fucking high heels make you look like a needy slut. Ready for someone to grab you, push everything off your table and fuck you on it. Smearing that pretty pink lipstick with messy kisses, fighting tongues and possessive bites.
Once he was at the drugstore to buy a bodywash and a deodorant, and his eyes fell on the exact same shade. He had no shame buying the lipstick and the first thing he did at home was to smear it all over his right hand and start jerking off, imagining it was your lips that painted his hard cock and heavy balls that shade. He even applied some on his lips and started licking them as he fucked into his fist harder, imagining he was tasting it on your soft lips. He never came so hard in his life.
Just one kiss. Is that too much to ask for?
No, because not even ten minutes ago you were in his lap ready to take everything he was willing to offer, licking his ear like a siren, ready to end his misery.
But he had to be a fucking failure again, didn't he? Why did he have to say he was a virgin? He watched enough porn movies, he imagined fucking you enough times to give you the best sex of your life.
Except... What if he couldn't give you that? It was all in his head. In his head you were his little princess who was happy when he bought you gifts, his little sex doll who was screaming in pleasure, as he was fucking you so hard he was slipping into your womb, letting everyone hear and know, especially the men who dared to look at you, who you belonged to, who is the only one allowed to touch you, to be inside you, to tear orgasm after orgasm out of your body and to fill up your perfect little pussy, marking you and ruining you for everyone else.
The bus arrived and Steven got on it, with his head hanging low and shoulders sank, dropping down to one of the seats.
He entered the apartment and as every other time, you weren't there to greet him with a kiss and undress him, massage away the tension in his shoulders and to cuddle him to make him sleep better.
He cried in the shower, feeling more alone and more miserable than ever before.
How would he handle seeing you after what happened? You must think he's a loser, a virgin who is gonna turn 40 in a few years. He was a man but he didn't feel like one. Not when he couldn't have you to make him feel like one.
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You arrived early at work, almost an hour before everyone else, except the guard and the janitors. You locked yourself in your office and tried not to cry. It was fucking embarassing, and you almost didn't come to work. You were so sure Steven wanted you. And then... and then... you climbed on him, and quite literally offered yourself for him, only for him to reveal he was a virgin.
You sexually molested a man.
A virgin man.
He was a virgin, because he wanted to be a virgin, right? There's just no way someone as handsome, as attractive as him didn't have women throwing themselves at him.
You know, like how you did.
You buried your face in your hands and screamed in frustration.
He's gonna tell the director, you're gonna be fired and you will go down in the museum's history as an even nastier bitch than Donna.
Which was hard, but look at you! You did it!
You didn't know how long you were there trying to beg the floor to open up and swallow you, but there was a knock on the door.
You jumped and almost screamed, but you quickly regained your composure (which was still a fucking mess) and opened the door.
The director, Robert was there with a man who looked familiar.
"Good morning, are you ready?"
You frowned.
"Ready? For what?"
Robert looked at you confused, but he was still smiling.
"For the job interview? Today's Thursday! This is Michael Williams, whose CV you really liked." - he said in a suggestive tone and the man next to him chuckled as his eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, really? Well, I'm glad I left quite an impression already. There's more to come I promise." - he winked as he looked you over.
Oh.
Oh!
This was the guy applying for the tour guide job.
"Oh, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I couldn't sleep, and I forgot it was today. Silly me!" - you chuckled as you walked out and closed the door behind you.
They both gave you sympathetic looks and you walked down to the museum.
You saw Steven walking into the gift shop, looking around, and you immediately tensed up, then you wished you were dead when he spotted you and his eyes went wide.
You turned away and faced both men, trying to cast a spell on Steven in your head to just go into the-
"Morning!" - he greeted everyone from behind you and you turned around faking a smile and nodding while Robert and Michael greeted him back.
"Can we talk for a second?" - Steven asked you and you immediately shook your head, while the director spoke up from next to you.
"Can it wait? We are about to interview this man here. This is Michael Williams, he applied for both the Egyptian and Greek tour guide jobs."
Steven's gaze shot to the man, and you must've imagined it when the always sweet and friendly eyes looked quite sharp now.
"Nice to meet you, mate." - Steven gave the man a tight lipped smile and a curt nod, then he turned back to you gently grabbing your upper arm. - "We need to talk, please."
You gulped when his brown eyes looked so much softer when you were their target. You felt the warmth of his palm enter your arm and you swore goosepbumps appeared around the spot.
"Actually..." - you started, holding Steven's gaze.
If he wanted to tell the director what happened last night, he would be wanting to talk to him right now and not you.
"Michael is only applying for the Greek tour guide job." - you said as you looked at the director.
All three men's eyes widened.
"No, I want to be considered for both?" - he said confused.
"But you won't, since one of them is already taken." - you informed him with a kind smile.
"Oh!" - the director smiled. - "You must've been very good if she hired you without asking me." - he said, but he didn't have anything against it. - "Congratulations!" - he offered his hand to Steven, who was staring at you in shock.
You licked your lips nervously and gestured with your head to the extended arm.
Steven snapped out of whatever trace he was in, and he smiled and shook Robert's hand.
"Thank you!" - he ended the handshake and looked at you. - "I tried to give her everything she wanted, but she stopped me, before I could even begin."
Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly, while the other two men laughed.
"Y/N, I hope you didn't just hire him because of his good looks!"
"But if that was the case, am I qualified enough to take the other job?" - Michael smirked at you.
Him and Robert laughed again and you played along, giggling. No one saw the murderous glare Steven shot the man.
"No, Steven was amazing! He is very smart and knows more about Egyptian history and mythology than anyone I ever met. Actually, I can't believe Donna never let him shine." - you told both men, and your words made Steven's jaw relax and he stood up straighter with a smile, subtly moving closer to you.
His chest touched your shoulder and you bit your lip, not pulling away.
When Michael congratulated him too and Steven leaned forward with his right hand to accept his outstreched one, his warmth embraced you fully and you smelled his body wash. You shivered slightly and hugged yourself with your arms.
When he pulled back, you could still feel his chest sligthly touching your shoulder.
"Well, can I come to your office after then?" - Steven asked and you turned your head to look at him.
Why did your heart start beating harder when he looked at you with those warm, kind eyes?
You nodded, and turned back to face Robert and Michael, feeling as Steven rubbed your lower back, without the two men noticing and left.
Fuck.
Saying you weren't able to focus on Michael while he talked was an understatement. You couldn't stop thinking about Steven. You were so confused by his actions and reactions. You were so sure he found you attractive, you caught him staring at you quite a few times since you were here. But he always had such an adorable look on his face, much more innocent than how other men ever looked at you.
But last night when you very clearly made a move on him, he stopped you.
But now he didn't look like he wanted to tell anyone about that little incident, and he wanted to talk to you and even felt comfortable enough to touch you...
You gulped.
What if he wants to continue what happened last night?
No.
No, that shit was inappropriate. You are his boss and it wouldn't end well, doesn't matter what the two of you want. If someone finds out you will be fired and most likely Steven would be too, since he just got a promotion and people will think it was because he was fucking you.
You sighed deeply and tried to focus on the interview. Before you knew it, it was over and Michael was hired as the next tour guide of the Greek section.
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It was about an hour later when there was a knock on your door and you stood up with shaking legs, inviting the person in.
Steven closed the door behind him and looked at you with big eyes, approaching your table, clearly trying to find the right words to start the conversation.
"Look, Steven, what I did last night was highly inappropriate and I am very ashamed of it. I don't know what came over me and I am truly very sorry about what happened." - you said quickly.
Steven shook his head.
"You shouldn't." - he said and slowly started to come around the table where you were standing. He looked desperate, eager and cautious at the same time. Like he wanted to act on his feelings but was afraid of the consequences.
You gulped and with the same pace you started backing up.
"No, Steven. I'm your boss. It is very unethical."
Steven kept walking towards you and soon your back came in contact with the wall, making you gasp as you were watching him intently.
His gaze became hooded, like your proximity intoxicated him and he calmed down like a spell was casted on him. His eyes dropped down to your chest. He could see it rising and falling rapidly. You were either stressed out or... aroused.
He had a lot of time to think about what happened in his bed last night. Maybe he fucked it up by admitting that he was a virgin, but you climbed in his lap nonetheless. You wanted him.
He was desperate. He wanted you since the first time he saw you and he started to fall for you when he got to know you better. And you showed him very clearly that you wanted him too. He was tired of hiding his feelings. He was tired of hiding his needs. The shy, good guy Steven was in the past now. He deserved this. He deserved you.
"Is that the only reason why you want me to stop coming closer?" - he asked as he stopped in front of you and he slowly lifted both of his hands to rest his palms against the wall, trapping you.
You were very much panting now.
Fuck, a simple action like that shouldn't have that effect on you.
You gulped again and ducked under one of his arms and Steven turned to watch you walk to the door, barely able to put one foot in front of the other.
You readjusted your shirt and shook yourself a little. You checked your watch and lifted your chin as you looked at him.
"No, and I do believe you have to get ready for your very first tour which will start in twenty minutes."
Steven lifted an eyebrow.
"Daryl called in sick, you'll take over her shift." - you explained.
"What about the gift shop? I was supposed to be working there today."
"I handle the gift shop until we hire a new assistant."
Steven walked towards the door, but leaned close to you, whispering in your ear.
"You can keep acting like you don't feel the same way I do. But I felt it. Last night. When you climbed in my lap like a needy little kitten. I felt the heat between your legs. It was burning for me." - his hot breath was hitting your ear and neck, and you shocked yourself when you let out the most pathetic whine in human history.
Steven smiled as he pulled back. If you wanna keep playing, he will join the game. But he will be playing by his own rules.
He walked out the door without another word and you leaned against the wall.
Fuck.
Within seconds you were laying on the couch with your right hand buried in your panties and your left covering the dirty moans that tried to escape your lips. You never came so fast in your life.
"Fuck this guy." - you panted.
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You managed to take over from Steven before his tour started and you watched him while he was leading the group near the gift shop, explaining the people something about the artifact he was standing next to. Sometimes his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. When a few seconds later you had the courage to look at him again, he was talking to the group, but a smile was on his face, and his cheeks were covered with a bit of red, eyes shining.
A while later you raised a curious brow when you noticed a lot of people from Steven's tour entered the shop and almost all of them bought something that was related to Tawaret. You hid the last plushie for yourself.
Steven came in soon after and walked behind the counter where you stood serving a customer.
You immediately tensed up, but still kept the smile on your face while you were ringing the items.
"I saw people with those cute Tawaret plushies, but I can't find them anywhere? Do you happen to have some more on stock?" - the customer asked.
Steven saw one under the counter and reached for it, but you grabbed his wrist without the customer noticing, making his head snap towards you in surprise.
"Sorry, we ran out of them. Your tour guide here made a lot of people fall for her."
The customer's face lit up.
"Yes!" - she looked at Steven. - "It was very great having you as our tour guide! I was here quite a few times but still learned a lot of new things about the gods today!"
Steven smiled at her.
"Thank you. I read a lot about them. I can recommend a few books for you if you are interested."
"That'd be great!"
You narrowed your eyes at the young woman and gestured to the other side of the counter.
"Can you do that elsewhere?" - you asked Steven. - "Other customers are waiting to pay."
"Sure, darling." - Steven's eyes became hooded again, as he leaned close to your face with a small smile. - "I'll make sure to do that the minute you let go of me."
Your eyes widened and you dropped his wrist.
"Yes, sorry!"
Steven smirked and walked around you, brushing the same hand lightly along the curve of your ass, making you grip the counter tightly.
Him and the woman chatted happily about the books, Steven seeming to enjoy the conversation with a customer way more than he usually was. You served a few more customers while you were side eyeing them with a small frown.
Does he like her?
It shouldn't bother you at all, he should be going after girls like her and not his boss.
You were ready to shoot yourself by the time they hit the 20 minute mark, their small chuckles annoying you beyond belief.
Soon, Michael entered the shop and smiled when he spotted you.
"I was looking for you." - he said.
"Well, you found me."
"So now that I am hired, I was thinking we should celebrate."
"What do you mean?" - you asked, tilting your head.
"Dinner at seven?"
You froze for a minute, taken aback, and before you could answer, Steven was by your side, standing close to you again. Why did his warmth calm you down and excite you at the same time?
"Heard you got the job, mate. Congratulations."
Michael nodded at Steven.
"Thanks, man." - he then turned to you. - "So?"
You felt Steven's left hand on your right asscheek.
"I uh... I uh... I'm still gonna work at seven, I have a lot of paperwork to do."
Steven's hand travelled lower, his featherlight touch moving down the back of your thigh until it reached the hem of your skirt.
"What about eight?"
Steven's hand started to move up again, this time under your skirt, his fingerstips caressing your inner thigh, making you visibly shiver. Michael lifted an eyebrow.
"Look, Steven has to cover Dylan's shift and I ha- have to cover his. I am very behind on m- my work."
Michael sighed, but nodded, forcing a smile.
"Maybe another time then." - he said his goobyes to both of you and left.
"Thought it was inappropriate to date your employees." - Steven said as he turned his head to you so his mouth was right next to your ear. His hand was still under your skirt. He reached the hem of your stocking and hooked a finger in the strap that was keeping it in place.
"I said no, didn't I?"
"He will ask you again."
"Why does that bother you?"
He pulled the strap away from your skin then let it go. You jumped and hissed when it snapped against your skin.
"Makes me sick when I think about other men having their hands on you."
"You are having your hands on me."
"You don't seem too eager to stop me."
You bit your lower lip when his fingertips caressed your inner thigh again and he moved them up painfully slowly.
"You seem very eager to touch me on the other hand."
"I'm just curious about your body. Can you blame me? I dreamed about fucking it more times than I can count."
You gripped the counter again and your whole body shuddered again, this time a small moan left your lips with it.
Steven smiled and tilted his head to watch your face, but you were looking forward, trying to control your breathing. When his fingers reached your pussy through your panties, you closed your eyes, trying to keep quiet.
Steven looked around and when he saw that just a few customers were mingling around, he stepped even closer, pushing his front fully against your side. For others it just looked like you were standing close to have a private conversation. And well... you did have a private conversation.
"I can feel that the thought excites you." he whispered in your ear, as he started slowly caressing you. - "I was so hard for you yesterday. I wanted nothing more than for you to climb on my cock and ride it as hard as you can. I wanted you to fuck yourself on it. You're the reason I can't sleep. I am too busy fucking my fist at the thought of you being spread wide open on my bed, screaming in pleasure because of what I am doing to you."
"Stop it." - you said through gritted teeth, but you were not too eager to get away from him.
Steven pushed aside your panties, and his eyes widened when he felt a woman's wetness on his fingers for the first time ever in his life. You could hear his breath hitch and his hips buckle forward, as he rubbed his erection against your hip.
"F-fuck...!" - he breathed and teared his hand away from you and stormed out of the shop.
You gasped and gulped big, trying to get yourself together as a customer approached the counter again.
Meanwhile Steven practically burst through the bathroom door and locked himself in a stool, so with frantic movements he can free his cock from his pants and start jerking off wildly. He lifted his other hand to his face and licked the tips of his fore- and middelfinger, only to groan loudly when your taste on his tongue hit his senses. His eyes rolled back and he thrusted his hips forward desperately into his fist, while he pushed his fingers into his mouth, sucking on his digits like a starved man, chasing relief.
It didn't take him thirty seconds to came all over the stall's wall, his white cum dripping down on the black paint, the contrast making him snap back into reality after his high. He used the toiletpaper to clean himself up and he quietly mumbled to himself as he was wiping away his cum.
"That's not right... What a waste... Next time it will all go inside you, love... That's where it should be..."
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You could spot Steven not far from the gift shop after his little toilet break. He was talking to a group of people, most likely the first arrivals of his next group and you tried to give him a warning look, to maybe scare him from making moves on you like that again, and you thought it worked, with him looking back at you with those adorable puppy eyes, but you could see his gaze wandering up and down on your body.
He wasn't fazed by you at all. He was looking like a kid who wanted to get to his favourite toy, but he got interrupted and is now forced to play nicely with the other kids.
Oh, but you knew better.
Maybe he could trick others with his sunshine persona, smiling and chatting away in a friendly manner.
Nuh-uh.
That man was hungry.
He is playing nice for now.
But you were almost afraid to find out what will happen when the day is over and you are inside the four walls of your office, safe from the eyes that could detect his desperation. But if that was the case why did you feel your pussy clench when you thought back to what his fingers felt like on your skin? Under your skirt? Inside your panties?
You let out a shaky breath and walked back behind the counter and continued your shift and before you knew it, it was time to close.
You never made the trip from the shop to your office so fast. You were in your high heels, you felt proud.
You closed the door behind you and sighed in relief. Maybe if you hide long enough, Steven would get the hint and-
knock knock
Your eyes snapped up and you took a slow step back from the door.
You watched the doorknob turn and as the door opened it revealed Steven.
He stepped inside and closed then locked it, looking at you with an adoring and eager expression.
"Steven, no, we can't..."
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. You gasped when your chest bumped into his. He was holding your wrist still and his other hand was on your waist, keeping you close to him. His eyes became hooded as he was looking down at your lips.
"Kiss me." - he demanded in a whisper as he leaned even closer.
"Stev-"
His mouth was on yours and before your mind registered what was happening, he was licking your lips. But not just to gain entrance into your mouth. No. He was tasting your lipstick. The one he always wodered if it tasted on you the same it tasted on him. And to his absolute delight it didn't. Fuck. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it, then soothed it with his warm tongue. You shuddered in his arms and with a whine you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for more, licking into his mouth to memorize his taste.
Steven was in heaven.
No, really, he died and he landed in an angel's arms.
He felt as the excitement and lust mixed in his body, and he sneaked his arms around your waist completely, not letting a fucking inch of air get between your bodies. He wanted to be as close to you as possible.
He pulled you even closer. But it wasn't close enough.
Steven turned with you and he pushed you against the door, his body was completely flush against yours. One of his thighs got between your legs somehow and he moaned weakly when you started slowly rubbing yourself on him, as you sucked on his lips during your heated kiss, smearing your pink lipstick all over his mouth and jaw.
"So you're a virgin?" - you asked as you pulled away to quickly get some air in your lungs, then dived back for more.
"Yeah. Why? Am I doing it wrong already?" - Steven asked but his brows furrowed in pleasure when you started kissing his neck, sucking on the skin where his pulse beated wildly. - "Shit..."
"No, you kiss really good."
Steven smiled and pulled away to cup your face and kiss you again. This time it was slower, but just as deep, tongues exploring and lips sucking the other one's mouth.
Fuck, it felt like he was making love to your mouth. You wondered what other natural skills did he have.
Before you could think about it more, there was another knock on your door, making both of you jump.
You looked wide eyed at Steven, but he had a lovestruck little smile on his face as he saw how he ruined your make-up.
Finally. He made out with the girl of his dreams so passionately that she looked like a mess.
And he never felt greater love than this.
It was addictive.
He wanted more. He wanted to make you feel just as wrecked like how he felt. He wanted you to need him so bad you can't even think.
From the other side, Michael called your name.
"You're in there?"
Steven's eyes darkened and his eyes snapped to the door behind your head and a low growl vibrated through his chest. His hands slipped from your waist to pull up your skirt and he almost couldn't keep in the groan that the sight of your lacy thighs provided with the tiny little straps that held them in place. You were wrapped up like a sexy little present for him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be right in there, mate." - he whispered hoarsely as he was eyeing your panties with a possessive look.
Fuck, this man is going to be the death of you. You never felt so wanted in your life. He looked obsessed and you never felt more turned on by a man before.
"Steven..." - you breathed needily, holding onto his shirt.
"Go, ahead, love." - he encouraged you quietly as he caressed your thighs. His large palm was burning your skin where it touched you and his thumbs brushed over the delicate little straps. - "Answer him. If I knew that you are going to be in your office, he knows it too. Bloody idiot is watching you like a hawk. Makes me wanna tear his eyes out of their sockets." - he continued as his thumbs slid dangerously close to your panties.
You shuddered again and your eyes rolled back. You weren't sure how long you could take his teasing and the way he talked.
Michael called your name again.
Steven looked at you and lifted an eyebrow.
"No?" - he asked as he slowly got on his knees and he looked at you like you were a goddess. He kissed your inner thigh then the other one too as he held your gaze.
You quickly pushed a hand to your mouth to keep in the whine that threatened to escape when he licked your skin and pulled aside your panties.
You swore his pupils dilated so much at the sight of your wet pussy that his irises became pitch black too. His breath hitched in his throat then he exhaled long, the warm air making your pussy flutter and you shivered once again, putting your other hand on his forehead to keep him from touching you while you pushed your thighs together.
He didn't fucking care.
He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled it to the side. He was so much stronger than you that even if you attempted to fight that movement, he didn't even feel it.
But then again, even if he felt it, he didn't fucking care.
He leaned forward, pushing his nose into the little space between your thighs just under your pussy and inhaled deeply.
Your scent brutally attacked his senses and his eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them.
Bloody hell. He held your wrist firmer when he felt your arm move again, probably to try and push him away again. Did you really think he was going to stop now? Even if he wanted to, even if that tiny part of his mind kept saying that this was forbidden and probably a bad fucking idea, he couldn't. He didn't have the willpower. Not after he smelled you, not after knowing that what he felt was because of him. You were wet because he touched you, because he kissed you. You were wet becaue you want him to fuck you, to taste you. How could he stop now?
"You want this." - he grunted lowly, as he eyed your pussy, grabbing your panties and wanting to pull them down. Your hands grabbed both of his, trying to stop him, but he tugged them down impatiently, ripping the clasps that held your stockings in place. When your panties were at your ankles, he lifted your feet after each other to help you step out of them, and he pushed the lacy little thing into his back pocket.
"I know you're busy, I will come back later, okay?" - Michael said, and you sighed relieved when you heard him leave after a few seconds.
Steven grabbed your thighs, trying to pull them apart, clenching his jaw and almost snarling.
"Open them. Fucking open them. Let me in!" - when he looked up at you with his dark, demanding eyes, your pussy throbbed so hard you moaned out loud this time. All of your willpower left you and you let Steven pull your thighs apart, putting one of them over his shoulder.
His eyes widened slightly and he slowly caressed your lips, mesmerized by the glistening sight.
"Bloody hell..." - he breathed and licked your juices off his fingers. He moaned loudly as he started sucking them.
"Steven..." - you breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"So sweet... So delicious..." - he mumbled while his fingers were still in his mouth, then he suddenly grabbed your hips and pushed his head between your thighs.
You were glad Michael left, because when you felt Steven's tongue wiggle its way between your folds and found your clit, you let out a high pitched whimper.
"Fuck, wait, Steven, ahh! Wait!" - you tried to push on his forehead to tame the beast, but he latched his lips onto your clit and started sucking like a leech.
Your head rolled back and it banged loudly on the door behind you.
"Fuck, wait, just..." - you grabbed the hair on the back of his head and yanked on it forcefully.
He whined as he looked up at you, jaw slack and shining from your slick.
"Slower." - you breathed. - "Make my clit wetter and lick it slowly, suck on it gently."
Steven nodded eagerly, chest filling up with warmth. You didn't stop him because you wanted him to stop completely, you stopped him because you wanted to guide him. Fuck, he hoped he could make you cum so hard you won't be able to stand after.
He leaned forward again and licked you from your hole up to your clit. He moaned when he felt a huge amount of slick in your hole and he went back to gather more with the tip of his tongue and guide them to your clit. He felt his tongue slip over it smoother than before and he heard you let out a soft sigh, slightly rolling your hips forward.
Hmm, this was nice.
He closed his eyes and rubbed the small bundle of nerves up and down slower than before and you let out the most delicious sounds he ever heard a woman make.
He switched to lick it sideways and felt you twitch a little then chuckle eroticly. He pulled away to look up at you.
"You like it?"
You bit down on your lower lip and caressed his face. He looked up at you like a happy little puppy who wanted to play more, just waited for your approval.
"Yes, Steven, you're doing so good."
Steven's cock twitched in his pants. He didn't think it was possible to be this hard after he jerked off earlier, but he was just about ready to cream his pants.
His eyes sparkled as a boyish grin appeared on his face and he continued licking you.
His huge palms caressed and kneaded your thighs and all of your fingers got lost in his hair as you gently guided him.
And fuck, was he good.
Your breathing became faster and deeper, your moans came out louder, your hips started rolling forward, wanting more of his tongue and mouth. Steven started groaning too when he felt you pull his head deeper between your legs and he wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on it.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, just like that! Oh my god, Steven!" - your hips started moving wilder, and he had to grab them and pushed them back against the door as he continued to please you. - "I need your fingers, baby, fuck me with your fingers!" - you begged.
Steven growled when he heard how desperate you were for him. He loved that he had that power over you. When he pushed his forefinger inside you, he moaned loudly feeling how warm and wet you were, your velvety walls hugged his digit needily. They wanted more. So Steven pushed inside his middle finger too and started moving them in and out of you. As your hips moved faster he matched the pace with his hand and tongue. He couldn't believe the amount of slick that was oozing out of you, his wrist and jaw were completely covered in them. Not that he minded. It was sexy as hell and he wanted more. He hoped you're going to make the same mess if not a bigger one on his cock too. He hummed needily again when he thought about how your wet walls will feel around his fat, veiny cock. He hoped he won't explode inside you the second he slips in.
When he felt your walls tighten around his fingers more and more, you started moaning in a high pitched voice.
"I'm gonna... Steven, I'm gonna...!" - suddenly you cried out and started riding his face as your pussy pulsed around his digits wildly. Your nails sunk into his scalp, but he didn't care. He was only focused on your pleasure and to lick up all of the juices that were flowing out of your pussy, wanting to devour as much as he possibly can.
When you became too sensitive, you pushed on his forehead again, breathing out a weak 'stop'. When Steven pulled away to look up at you he felt your legs tremble and he wrapped his arms around you just in time before you collapsed.
He stood up and pushed you against the door hard, kissing you passionately, mumbling how good you tasted and how much he loved your sweet little pussy.
"Hmmm, good girl." - he said between kisses. You were barely able to keep up with the way his mouth moved against yours, you were so exhausted by your orgasm. Your legs were shaking and you had to hold onto his shoulders for stability. - "Came so hard for me. You're so beautiful when you come. So delicious, so sweet. You're such a good little girl for letting me play with you. But we're not done. Not until I had my fun too." - he lifted you up, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to the couch.
He laid you down and pushed your thighs apart, caressing your legs soothingly, as he eyed your body. He reached up and started unbuttoning your shirt, and he moaned when you started working on his pants.
"Needy little thing. You want it, yeah? You must feel so empty without me. Don't worry, I got you."
His hands started shaking a little as he unclasped your bra and pulled it off of you. You were even more beautiful than how he imagined. Finally you were laying before him, naked, wet and needy, just how he envisioned it in his fantasies a million times before. Your make up was ruined and he knew the lower half of his face was covered with not just your juices but your lovely pink lipstick too. He left your stockings and your high heels on you on purpose. You looked so fucking sexy, like those actresses he watched in the filthiest porn movies he could find. But this time, this little slut was his. No one else's. He's gonna claim you and you will belong to him and you won't need anyone else. Just him. Just his cock.
You pushed down his pants to his thighs and freed his throbbing lenght from his boxer briefs. But before you could wrap your hand around him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away.
He fisted his cock with his other hand and slowly laid over you, positioning his tip at your hole, making both of you moan when he moved it a little up and down between your slit, to make it wet. He pushed his forehead against yours and kissed you again.
"I'm gonna fuck you, love. You deserve to be handled gently, but I can't do that. Not now. Not after I imagined doing this a million times before. Not after waiting so long. Not after I saw how hard you can come because of me. I need you. I need this little pussy more than I need life." - he started pushing his cock inside, the fat tip making you gasp loudly. - "Shh, darling. You can take it. You can take all of it, just like in my dreams." - he kept pushing inside and he growled long as your walls squeezed and squeezed him. - "That's it, that's my good girl, such a good little slut for me. Ready for my cock, always."
You whined as he streched you, and you reached down with your free hand to push on his abdomen, but he reached down and grabbed it too, moving both of your wrists above your head. He kept looking down at your pussy and when it felt like he can't go further, he pulled out a little and thrusted forward forcefully, making you cry out.
He threw his head back and moaned loudly, taking a few seconds to calm himself down enough, to keep himself from blowing up in your tight little hole.
He was so big you barely managed to choke in some air, feeling like you were impaled on his cock. The pain was burning, but when he suddenly pulled out and slipped back in, you felt a wave of wetness ooze out of you, drenching his cock.
When Steven felt he was moving easier inside you, he opened his eyes and looked down at your pussy again, panting and moaning as his hips started rolling into you sensually, with more power after each thrust.
"Yeah, that's it." - he whispered, then growled, moving faster. - "That's it, love, take it, fucking take all of it, oh god!" - he leaned down and kissed you, licking into your mouth hungrily as he fucked those needy noises out of you.
You moaned loudly, trying to roll your hips too, chasing the pleasure. He was reaching dephts of you you didn't even know was possible and his girth made your walls flutter in excitement with every inward stroke.
He let go of your wrists, moving one of his hands to keep himself up, while his other slipped to your boobs to play with them each, kneading the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. When you tugged on his shirt, he quickly removed it and groaned in delight when you kissed his chest and neck, biting his skin teasingly.
"You feel so good, Steven. You wanted to fuck me before? I can feel it." - your hands slipped down to his ass and you grabbed his cheeks roughly. - "I can feel how turned on you are. You're so fucking gone for this pussy." - you whispered, biting down on his earlobe.
To your delight, your words made him fuck into you even more wildly, the muscles of his abs showing as he moved on top of you, his biceps hardening and veins popping out more on his arms and neck. He looked so handsome and wild and you kicked yourself for not giving into him sooner.
"That's right, I couldn't stop thinking about it since I saw you. You bewitched me, my dove." - he panted above you and his hand slipped from your chest to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around your throat, but he only applied the smallest pressure. He will have enough time discovering your kinks (and his too) in the future, his only goal now was to make you cum on his cock. - "Do you know how many times I imagined fucking you? Hmm? How many times I imagined you being tied to my bed, spread out so I can fuck you as I please?"
Your head lolled back to lean over the armrest of the couch and Steven moaned when you arched your back, feeling your pussy squeeze him.
"Fuck, love, you were thinking about it too, didn't you? Getting fucked in this silly little office, while that stupid bloke is pining after you. But he can't have you, right?" - he grabbed your neck harder and yanked on it to make you look at him. His look was fogged by pleasure and he looked almost possessed. - "You're only mine, yeah? Mine to fuck, mine to pump full with cum."
"Yes, I belong to you, I'm yours!" - you choked out, feeling as tears welled up in your eyes. The wetter you became, the more it felt like he was hitting a spot inside you over and over again that made it feel like he was fucking himself straight into your womb.
He was watching your eyes, your face your body in a way that made you feel like you were a goddess and he couldn't get enough seeing you, yet the way he fucked you and squeezed your throat made you shiver in his arms and feel like you were just a cheap whore he found on the street.
The two feelings brewed something primal deep inside you and it kept boiling by the flame his rough thrusts ignited in you. The pleasure you felt was hotter and more intense than ever before and you could only look up at him like a prey caught in a trap, pleading for release. You felt something else, something unfamiliar and before you could question what was happening, he ordered you to cum and your whole body contracted before the knot inside you snapped and you were gushing all over him as an orgasm you never felt before rocked through you body.
Steven barely had time to pull out of you before you started to squirt all over him, crying out for him with your whole body shaking like a leaf. He watched you in awe and quickly pushed his cock back inside you, caging your body with his as he fucked your sensitive pussy, mumbling incoherently into your ear. You felt his cock swell even more and you hold onto him as he emptied himself inside you, moaning and drooling all over your ear and jaw, praising how good you made him feel.
"Fuck, love, this was everything I dreamed of and more." - he panted as he was laying on top of you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and kissed your skin, caressing your body. - "Dirty girl, squirting all over my cock like the little slut you are." - he pushed himself up and cupped your face, wiping the tears from your eyes with a lovestruck smile. - "I love you, my darling. You're so perfect." - he kissed you and smiled when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
He looked down between the two of you and chuckled.
"Look at this mess, little dove. How about I clean you up and take you home, hmm?" - he murmured against your lips before licking them teasingly. - "So I can show you all the other fantasies I have about you."
You caressed his hair and nodded with a smile.
"I'm ready for you to blow my mind."
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floatyflowers · 11 months
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Sister Complex| Yandere! Oshi No Ko various x reader| Chapter 3
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Chapter 2
It has been four years since you got reborn as Ai's daughter.
And let us just say that life is going smoothly and easily for you.
You have a loving mother and siblings.
Well, Aqua and Ruby are kind of overprotective of you.
To the point where they chased away all of your kindergarten friends.
So, you can only be around them.
Surprisingly,  Ai herself encourages them to do so.
Unfortunately for you,  your siblings were sick today,  they have a stomach ache.
So, you had no one to play with at kindergarten.
You were all alone.
Right now,  you are waiting for your mother to come and pick you up as she promised.
But today,  she is late.
Which is strange, because she always arrives on time or even early.
But, you don't mind waiting for her.
While waiting outside, you watch the kids walk home with their parents while you stand alone, looking down at your shoes.
This feels uneasy, having to wait for someone to come and pick you up.
While waiting,  you don't notice someone approaching you until you feel their appearance beside you.
You turn to look at the person beside you,  however when your eyes land on the familiar face.
Your heart drops to your stomach.
"Hello"
Hikaru Kamiki greets you with a smile,  his eyes staring down at you,  his star pupils sending shivers down your body.
"Mama told me not to talk to strangers" you stutter out in fear,  clutching tightly into your backpack.
"But, I'm not a stranger, now, am I?"
Your eyes widen at his words, thinking that he knows about your reincarnation.
But,  that's impossible.
"You are a stranger, I don't know who you are, sir," you say,  looking ahead of you instead of him.
Hikaru chuckles and pats your head.
"You are a very intelligent child, you remind me of a dear friend of mine"
Back you could say anything, he walks away from you,  leaving you in confusion.
Then you hear the familiar voice of Ai,  calling for you      
"I'm here now, sorry for being late!"
✨🎭✨  
The next day, you stay at home, doing nothing but watching TV.
However, you didn't expect to watch your mother get attacked by the same stalker that killed you.
And when you tried to protect her, you get hit on the head sharply.
The hit was enough to make you lose consciousness.
However, the last thing you saw, is the lifeless eyes of your mother staring at you with a smile on her face.
You wake up two days later to find yourself surrounded by your siblings...
...not remember anything about your past life.
Chapter 4
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superposition. (four)
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pairing: dealer!ellie x best friend!reader
summary: a flashback to when ellie and petal first met...they hang out in a bathroom for some reason?
warnings: 18+, no smut! (i'm sorry it's just necessary for the plot) cursing, drug/alcohol mention and use, cheating if u squint
a/n: i am so sorry but this chapter has no smut and yes that was a decision i made on purpose, it will be back and i am already working on it so don't be mad at me.. this chapter is important for the plot and is mainly from ellie's point of view. also there are ai audios but they are not ... nasty... cause no smut! also reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses
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"why don't we rely on chemistry?"
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It was decided, Ellie wanted to crawl inside your chest and live there forever. 
She can’t remember a time she’s felt this involved with someone, this desperate for another person’s touch. Any free space of her mind was taken up by you, by your smell, the way your skin felt under her fingertips. There was only you. 
Ellie had always fantasized about this being a reality. About you leaning into her, delicately murmuring her name onto her flesh, coming undone on top of her several nights in a row, but she never expected it would hurt as much as it did. Every time you rushed out the door, fixing your hair in the mirror before you went, or she checked your location and saw that you were at some new restaurant or bar, her heart sank to her chest. 
She was unsure of what she expected when she first kissed you. She knew it was a bad idea, that nothing could come from it that would stop the swirling in her stomach when it came to you. The pit in her stomach could only be filled by you, by being on, around, or inside you. 
Ellie had met you during her junior year in high school when she was just starting to discover herself. She always knew she liked girls but before she turned 16 she had never kissed one. Everything about her was more chaotic at 16, her freckles seeming more scattered and auburn hair always slightly messy. She had been falling behind in most of her classes, except physics, and found herself not sleeping. She was an overly anxious kid with a mind that never stopped turning until she met you. 
Jackson was a small town with an even smaller high school; everyone had some connection to someone. So when you sauntered into class, with shaking hands gripping the straps of your backpack unsure of where to sit, Ellie had offered you Dina’s seat. She told herself she was just being kind and it wasn’t because Ellie’s brain came to a halt when she saw you, which was wildly untrue. Dina cursed her out for giving you her seat, but when she grew to know you she understood.
Ellie was soccer captain, the one sport that the high school had for girls. When her body was moving she wasn’t thinking, all she could think was: ball, net, don’t trip, you? You slipped into her mind when she was on the field, looking up and seeing you perched on the bleachers, a book in your hand. Upon seeing you, she smiled to herself, but that smile was quickly wiped off her face as another girl on the team bumped into her, shaking her from her thoughts.
She approached you after practice, wiping the sweat from her forehead and briefly smelling her pits before getting too close. Your legs crossed over each other as you hummed, flipping the pages in the worn-down book and not noticing Ellie’s presence. 
“Hey,” she grinned, hands coming forward to lean on the rail of the bleachers as she looked up at you, “came to watch me practice?”
“You wish,” you giggled, tucking your book into your backpack, “needed to find a quiet place to read. Not much action on the field.”
Ellie faked a gasp and rolled her eyes, hoping her face wouldn’t betray her but it did. The sweet blush crept up on her face as her eyes blinked at you, what a tease, she thought. 
“Talking a lot of shit for someone who probably can’t make a goal,” she replied, making the playfulness in her voice evident. It was your turn to fake a gasp as your hand came over your chest. 
“Excuse me, I’ll have you know I was goal champion back in New York,” you added a bit of cockiness to your voice, fully knowing you were faking it.
“Goal champion?” 
“Yup.”
“Never heard of it.” Ellie laughed, shaking her head before turning back and seeing the field empty. The sun was going to set soon, nighttime just around the corner. She usually hated walking home in the dark, but decided she wanted more time with you. Any amount would do. “Wanna show me your moves, goal champion?” 
“I don’t think you could handle it,” you giggled, picking your bag up and walking down the steps to the field. 
“Try me,” Ellie looked back at you, a shit-eating grin on her face as she ran onto the field. The night was spent with you trying, and failing, to make one goal against Ellie. She giggled as you made one goal and threw your hands up in the air chanting ‘goal champion’. She decided to never tell you that she let you make that goal. Her smile never left her face and for a brief moment in time she wasn’t thinking about all the work she had to do, or how she was going to do it, or how Joel would react when he found out she failed her Algebra test, she was just happy. She slept like a baby that night thinking of the sound of your laugh. 
She kept her crush on you secret, letting it fizzle out slowly. Every sleepover the two of you had, the fear that if you found out about her crush on you that you would think she was a creep crept up the back of Ellie’s neck. It was a fear that wasn’t exclusive to you, but the rest of her feelings were. The way you sat posed for her, smiling with your teeth on display as she painted a portrait of you for art class created a new feeling she had for you, and only you. She couldn’t name it but she believed it was love. 
When you came around to look at the finished product, you gasped. Ellie had painted you with flowers coming out of your hair, tulips, lilies, and roses surrounding you. You never believed you could look that beautiful, but it was how Ellie saw you. Your mouth hung open as you gasped, eyes taking in the artwork and glossing over with tears. The pink, orange, and red hues adorning your pictured face. 
“Ellie, this is-” Your mouth fell open again, eyes too shy to meet her. 
“You like it?” Ellie asked nervously, eyes darting between you and the painting. 
“I, I love it, Ellie,” then a smile was on your face from ear to ear, “I didn’t know I could look so beautiful… and the flowers I mean?”
“The flowers are meant to represent you,” Ellie’s voice was small as she looked up at you, “beautiful and delicate.”
When you beamed at her and brought a finger to trace the lines of her art she was sure she melted. It was over for her. Every waking moment would be now spent trying to get that reaction out of you. That was the day she began calling you ‘Petal’, her own face blushing at the memory. 
Her plan had always been you, even when she wasn’t sure she was making a plan. So when you and Malia had become ‘Instagram official’ she couldn’t stop herself from keeling over and throwing up into the trash can she kept beside her bed. She didn’t feel like she was going to be sick, she was just sick. 
There was jealousy, and then there was whatever Ellie was feeling right now. It was almost a blind rage. She knew she didn’t have any claim to you, but didn’t she? It was her fingers, her lap, and her mouth that you came onto, not your ‘girlfriend’s’ and Ellie made sure of that. 
She didn’t feel the need to call you for two days after seeing the post. She texted you to let you know she was sick, which wasn’t technically untrue, and you texted her back a sad face paired with a message to get better before the formal on Saturday insisting that you couldn’t do it alone. She wanted to reply with some snarky comment about why your girlfriend couldn’t take you, but she refrained. 
The upcoming formal was something you attended for Dina and Jesse’s sake. It provided an excuse for you to wear a fancy dress while also providing a large and willing customer base for Ellie. These things were boring, and at most became fun when the music got slightly more uptempo. The point was to raise money for the fraternities, not shake your ass in front of your classmates. 
Despite how excruciating these things felt, you and Ellie had gone together for the past two years. She always wore a suit and tucked your pink flask into the pocket inside her jacket, spiking your drink whenever you flashed her the signal. What started out as a boring night always ended with you and Ellie in a fit of giggles on the bench outside the venue. It was one of those traditions that you continued to look forward to.
Ellie showed up that night, a tequila-filled flask pressed tightly against her shirt. She even felt bold enough to wear a bowtie. She waited in the lobby of the venue, occasionally staring at her feet as she waited for you to arrive. She expected to drive you but you told her that you would come on your own. That alone should have raised some flags. 
You showed up with Malia, her arm linked with yours. Ellie's green eyes widened but she had to maintain her composure as you approached her with a giant smile plastered on your face and arms open for a hug. She took you in, breathing in your scent which now felt unfamiliar to her. You smelt like pink pepper, Malia was rubbing off on you. Ellie shivered at the thought. 
“Malia,” your voice was sweet and sing-songy, “this is Ellie, my best friend.” You gestured to Ellie who reached out her hand to Malia, a smile on her face that said ‘I’ve fucked your girlfriend, in fact, I took her virginity and I felt good doing it’ but only she knew that. 
“Nice to meet you, Ellie,” Malia said as she shook Ellie’s hand, her own warm smile on her face, “this one’s told me so much about you.” Internally, Ellie scoffed. 
Ellie wanted to hate Malia, and for the most part, she did. She was objectively beautiful and had this aura around her that made things in the room glow. Everyone who knew her always raved about how kind and caring she was, you being one of them. Ellie wanted to hate her, but more than that she wanted you to be happy. Malia made you happy. She had to like her. 
“Same here,” Ellie shook her hand before pulling it back. Her eyes glanced to the door of the room the event was being hosted in, classical music seeping from the walls. “Should we go in?” 
“Oh, uh, yeah,” you smiled as you took Malia’s hand in your own and walked towards the room. Ellie followed after, feeling like a third wheel. This was the night that your tradition would die. 
Ellie had to make some quick exchanges and so she had to reluctantly leave you. She didn’t want you to get too comfortable without her, but she had a job to do. When she returned she found you and Malia on the dance floor and had to actively ignore how much she wanted to throw up again. 
Ellie leaned back against the cold metal backing of the chair as she watched you and Malia dance in the center of the room. You looked like you were having fun, laughing and throwing your head back as Malia whispered something in your ear. Malia’s hand was on the small of your back, mine, Ellie thought. Her lips grazed the shell of your ear, mine, Ellie’s mind rang again. Her hand moved down to rest at the top of your ass, min-
Fuck it, Ellie thought, as she got up and stormed out of the room. She found herself in the ladies' room, eating the mints that were in a bowl by the sink and taking swigs of the liquor she bought for you. The bathroom surprisingly smelt nice and some lady handed Ellie a five, thinking she was the bathroom attendant, and tipping her. She didn’t even try to correct her, she just thanked her by nodding her head and opening the door for the woman. Easy five bucks.
Then you were pushing through the door, looking underneath the stalls, and locking the bathroom door behind you. Ellie was so flustered she didn’t even know what to do. She just stood up straight as she watched your movements carefully. 
“Hi?” she questioned, eyeing you with a confused look on her face. 
“You brought the tequila?” You questioned, your eyes wide and frantic, glancing down to her chest where you knew the flask was. 
“Oh, um-” Ellie’s fingers pulled the flask out and handed it to you. She watched you intently as you took a giant swig, attempting to pretend she couldn’t read you like a book. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m a shitty fucking girlfriend.”
“No, you-”
“Yes, I am,” you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall, hitting it with a cold thud. You were about to groan in pain when someone tried opening the door. “It’s fucking occupied!”
“Jesus, Petal,” Ellie cursed under her breath as she watched you take another swig from the flask. 
“I just, I can’t do it,” your eyes looked glossed over, Ellie had to stop herself from pulling you into her arms, “She’s just so nice, and every time she tries to… you know, I just can’t.”
“Is she pressuring you?” Ellie’s voice had a bite to it as she crossed her arms across her face. Her eyebrows knit together and her mouth was in a permanent frown.
“No!” you quickly assured her, “not at all. She’s actually been really nice about it and I have no idea why I can’t just go all the way with her.”
“You’re not ready,” Ellie’s voice was softer now, “that’s okay. You don’t have to be.”
“Then why…” you took another deep breath, avoiding eye contact with her, “why am I ready to do it with you?”
Ellie’s breath caught in her throat, the words getting lost on her. She wanted to speak or to lean forward and kiss you, but she couldn’t. She was a lot of things, crass, rude, occasionally a bitch but the area that was once grey was now so clearly black. You had a girlfriend, and if she kissed you, she would be a homewrecker. She couldn’t speak, but she could whisper your name. It sounded like an apology. 
“Ellie, I know you were just being a good friend but I think you ruined me.”
“What?”
“You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Every time I kiss her, it’s just…” Your hand came up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “It’s not you, and I can’t understand why that’s so disappointing.”
“I’m not,” Ellie breathed out the words, eyes staring at the floor, “I’m not a homewrecker, Petal. I can’t keep doing this.” 
“I know,” you took a step closer to her, causing her eyes to look back up at you. She looked so sad, or conflicted, you were having trouble reading her, “I know you’re not, I’m sorry.”
“Do you like me?”
“Of course, I like you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“What does it matter?”
“It matters to me.” Her voice was louder now as she attempted not to choke. She knew the liquor was giving her the confidence to do this, but also knew that it would give you the push you needed to be honest.
“Do you like me?” 
“Yes,” Ellie answered quickly, too quickly. You took a step back from her causing her to shrink almost immediately. This was the first time in her life she felt like she couldn’t read what was going on inside your head, “I like you, not as friends or any of that crap. I like you more than I like myself, more than I like anyone, and now that I know what it’s like to kiss you… I can’t go back to being your friend.”
“Ellie-”
“And you know this has been really shitty for me. This was supposed to be our night and you bought your girlfriend?” She took her own step back, leaning against the counter of the sink. “And I know this is my fault, I shouldn’t have kissed you or,” she made a weird gesture with her hand, “done any of that. I know but, it’s you, Petal. I would do anything for you. I will do anything for you, except for this.”
“Ellie, I-” your voice was cut off by the sound of your name being called from the other side of the door. It was like reality had hit the both of you and immediately you were both sober, “I have to go.”
“Of course you do.” Ellie rolled her eyes, moving back to sit on the bathroom counter. She watched as your nervous eyes scanned her and you turned around to open the door, hand stilling over the lock. Quickly, you turned around and hurried over to her and pressing a kiss at the side of her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of your lips so close to her again. She was fucking losing it. 
“We’ll talk about it?” You whispered, mouth still close to hers, “I have to go but can we please talk about it later?”
Ellie nodded, eyes still closed. She heard you breathe a sigh of relief before opening the door and leaving. She only opened her eyes when she knew you were gone, letting the tear slip down her cheek.  
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welcometomyoasis · 3 months
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Petrichor [Preview] | Joshua Hong
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Synopsis: Joshua Hong has felt inexplicably drawn to you since the first time he saw you. Alas, he was betrothed to another. Against his better judgment, Joshua still allows himself to get close to you. When you start to fall for him too, what happens then? 
Pairing: naiad! joshua x human g/n! reader (ft. spirit of opportunity! platonic minghao x reader, cameo by cupid! jeonghan) Genre: greek mythology au, ancient athens au, forbidden love, fluff, angst Word count (for preview): 729 words Word count (for full fic): 26.6k words Warnings (for preview): none Warnings (for full fic): loss of vision, discrimination, greek deities, insecurities, blood (reader gets a small cut), slight profanity, toxic relationship (Joshua’s betrothed is a b*tch), violence, others tbd.  Est. release date: 17th February Notes: this fic is inspired by 4 things. (1) the story of Daphnis and Nomia. (2) the lyrics of akuma no ko by higuchi ai. (3) levi ackerman fics written by ReiaBritannia on wattpad. (4) this amazing fic by @\fairyhaos.
A/n: I’m also thinking of creating a taglist specially for this fic. If you’re not on my perm taglist but want to be tagged for this fic, send me an ask or comment below! Thanks :) 
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The situation that Joshua Hong found himself in was one he never expected. The whole thing was ironic really. As a naiad, a water nymph, he knew that mortals, humans specifically, would be inexplicably drawn towards him should they ever lay eyes on him. In fact, much to Joshua’s annoyance, there were several occasions where he had to avoid some rather unsavoury characters. 
Yet this time, the tables were turned. Here Joshua was, crouched behind some foliage near the creek he presided over just so he could observe this one human from afar. There was something about this human that inexplicably drew Joshua towards them. He was completely enamoured and fascinated by everything about them. 
They became a regular sight at the creek over the past few months. Joshua remembered the first time he laid eyes on them. It was a balmy morning in spring. He had just finished his duty of directing some fresh water to a nearby town. When he returned to the creek, the human was there, sitting on a sky blue picnic mat crafting an intricate looking object. He remembered being struck by the sheer brightness in the human’s eyes. Literally and figuratively. Their eyes glistened under the sunlight, reflecting the sparkles from the water’s surface. At the same time, their eyes were full of life. They told Joshua everything about the human’s appreciation for their surroundings, their life, and most of all their determination to live life to the fullest. Joshua was in awe. That was the first time he ever saw such striking eyes. 
Since then, Joshua felt as if there was a magnet pulling him closer to the human. Overtime, Joshua began noticing other details about the human. They would always visit the creek on the weekends, often staying for hours at a time. They would simply sit on the picnic mat reading or making those intricate looking crafts. There were even instances when they would pluck the tiny flowers around the creek to make flower crowns. He even noticed some of the human’s quirks. Like how their eyes would crinkle slightly, or how there would be a ghost of a smile on their face when they read something funny or accomplished something. They would also crinkle their nose and furrow their brows when they were concentrating. One thing Joshua definitely picked up on, was that the human was always alone. This puzzled him immensely. Weren’t humans supposed to be social creatures? 
Eventually, the amount of time Joshua was spending observing the human began to drive him crazy. Sure, he could partially blame the fact that naiads were naturally curious creatures. But he knew that the attraction he felt went beyond the confines of rational curiosity. This was infatuation, obsession even. In Joshua’s attempt to figure out what this attraction was, he approached his acquaintance, a relative of Cupid, Yoon Jeonghan, to ask if he was hit by yet another one of Jeonghan’s infamous stray arrows. To his disappointment, Joshua was not. (Jeonghan adamantly insisted that “using arrows is soooo 2 centuries ago” although he cheekily admitted that he did randomly shoot love arrows into the air “just for the fun of it”.)
Still, Jeonghan did give him a somewhat useful piece of advice. Infatuation. Love. Jeonghan explained that these feelings were complicated. There was usually much more nuance that needed to be teased out when attraction was involved. Especially in this case where the attraction was one-sided (for now anyway). Simply put, Joshua had either really fallen for this human, or there was something about this human that he longed for. Something that sparked an intense sense of desire and curiosity within him, like a personality trait or the human’s way of life. Perhaps it was a bit of both possibilities? 
Whatever it was, Joshua would need to figure that out for himself. Outwardly, Joshua cursed Jeonghan’s advice, thinking that it was just like a relative of Cupid to tell people to keep spying on humans like a creep from the sidelines. However, deep down, he knew Jeonghan was right. His desire, his need to decipher this complex feelings of attraction for the human was overwhelming. That human lit a fire within him, and he needed to quell those flames before it completely consumed his life. 
So, Joshua (rather reluctantly) continued his routine. He hid behind the foliage, and he watched.
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lovers rock → g. clarkey
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pairing — george clarkey x fem!reader
summary — after one too many drinks on a night out with grace, you know you can always call george
but if you're too drunk to drive and the music is right, she might let you stay, but just for the night. and if she grabs for your hand and drags you along, she might want to kiss before the end of the song...
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you were sat at your pc, legs tucked under you as you edited down some footage for a new video where you heard george laughing on the bed behind you. "what?" you half-pulled your headphones off, looking at him with a small smile and a tilted head.
"have you seen the video joe took of you last night?" instantly your heart sank. "george, please tell me he didn't post that." your boyfriend could barely look at you without suppressing a laugh. "no!" you yelled. "i have an image to uphold, people cannot know i'm a messy bitch."
"it's not that bad." he tried to reason, but with the no-bullshit look you sent him, he just nodded. "okay, it's a bit bad. but it's sweet!" you sighed, setting your headphones aside to lay beside him on the bed. "show me."
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"you! you are my soulmate. i love you!" you slurred with grace's face smushed in your hands while joe and max wheezed in the background, phones out and recording.
"love you too, babes." she laughed. "but maybe it's time we get you home, yeah?"
you nodded mindlessly before perking up with a gasp. "i have a boyfriend! i'm gonna call my boyfriend." joe filmed max deadpanning at the camera before rolling his eyes, sick to death of you and george. you rummaged through your bag before happily pulling out your phone and calling george.
a groggy "you alright?" was the first thing you were greeted with and with wide eyes and your hand covering your mouth, you remembered how late it was. "shit, you were sleeping, i'm sorry." "no, it's okay, don't worry." he was quick to assure you, but when you kept apologising for waking him, he simply asked, "is grace with you?" when you responded, he asked you to give her the phone.
"she's smashed, mate, i'm sorry." she said through laughter as you moved to hug max. "where are you? i'll come get her." grace sent him your location before handing you back the phone. max handed you a bottle of water from his bag while you waited.
after a few minutes, george pulled up by the club you were all huddled outside, immediately going to put his arm around you. "ew! get off, I have a boyfriend!" you squirmed away with a disgusted face before turning around and seeing who it was. with a bright grin, you flung your arms around his neck. "george!!"
your friends laughed from behind you, and george smiled tiredly. "hey." "hi." you grinned dopily up at him, your chin pressed to his chest. he nodded goodbye to the others, you waved dramatically while george guided you to the car and made sure you were strapped in before going to the drivers seat.
while george drove, streetlights flickering over his face, you stared at him, not saying anything. "you okay?" he asked, looking over at you during a red light. "you're really pretty." george huffed out a laugh, smiling. "you're really pretty too." "no, you're like really really pretty. like, are you real? are you an ai?" he threw his head back, laughter echoing through the car and your smile grew impossibly wider. "i can't proudly say i'm real, love." "i don't believe you. you're a liar." you huffed, folding your arms and looking out the window at the buildings you passed.
after a few minutes passed and george hadn't heard anything from you, he looked over and saw you with your face pressed against the window, soft snores falling from your lips. he turned the radio down. when you pulled up the the apartment, george picked you up and carried you in, opening the door as quietly as possible and setting you down on your bed. he went to the bathroom and grabbed a makeup wipe, gently taking off your slightly smudged mascara with a fond smile. he took off your dress and untied your heels, and when you were comfortably cozied up in one of his old t-shirts, he peeled back the covers and pulled them up to your waist, knowing you'd twist to curl into him when he got into bed.
he was right, of course, because the moment he lay down, you twisted on your side, nose to the crook of his neck and arm thrown over his torso. his hand snaked over your shoulder, gently toying with your hair until he fell asleep again. he kissed your forehead, soaking in the domesticity.
it wasn't how he'd planned to spend his saturday night, but if every night got to end with you tucked into his side like that, george was glad to be real.
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HI HI DOVE :DD im so excited for the event!! your writings always make me kick my feet and giggle c:
so yk my undying live for the one and only jade leech ^^ (even if the bitey bastard refuses to show his face in gacha >:0) and i see [fairytale scene] fits his love for nature C:
jade and cottagecore hmmmmm 👀 well there goes my brain and my spine—
REMEMBER TO HYDRATE AND UNSHRIMP YOUR SPINE TOO DOVE :DD
Fairytale Scene; Jade Leech
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, mutual pining, yearning
Content Warning; Some swearing
Word Count; 700+
Author's Note; I don't even know how I ended up with this, but it's cute! Hopefully, this makes up for the bitey bastard refusing to come home!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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You felt like you were living in a dream, a picture-perfect dream that only existed in fairytales. How else could you have ended up alone in a quaint cottage on the edge of the sea with Jade Leech; the man that had captured your heart since day one? And despite Floyd and Azul basically making the two of you pack up your bags for a week-long vacation with the crush that you swore was secret — as you hadn’t uttered a word to anybody — you found yourself and Jade alone with just each other for an entire seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minutes, alone. Scratch that, maybe not a dream, this seemed more like a plot of some cheesy rom-com where both of the characters confessed their love to each other on the beach. But there was no chance that Jade, the Jade Leech would do that… right?
“You seem distracted, Prefect.”
You jumped and hit your head against the hanging flower bed since the two of you were doing some sprucing up in the garden. You were fine, but your clumsiness sent a pot crashing to the ground, leaving you more embarrassed than anything. “Nope! Perfectly fine!” But the rise in octave betrayed you.
If it were anyone else, Jade would have found it amusing, which he still did, but instead of just chuckling at your misfortune, he helped you get out from under the flower bed, and made sure that you weren’t hurt. “Hmm, are you alright, my dear,” he hummed, looking you over for any cuts.
I’m not okay, no, especially with you looking at me like that and calling me dear. I think I’m going to have a stroke here. “Yeah! Just my own clumsiness is all—” you stopped mid-sentence, and stared at Jade. 
The mid-afternoon sun cast him in a warm light, turning his eyes into a glowing gold, and highlighting the olive of his right eye. The ocean glittered behind him. He had a few leaves stuck in his hair, and some dirt on his face, so unlike his clean and refined state that you usually saw him in. And the look he was giving you… it was so soft, so full of worry, concern, and love. 
Perhaps you had hit your head hard enough to give yourself a concussion, with your luck it was more likely than your feelings being reciprocated. 
And Jade’s staring at you was not helping the manner, he was looking you straight in the eye, and you couldn’t look away for some reason. You two hadn’t even been here for a full day yet! How could you expect to survive an entire week of this?!
You weren’t, that was the entire reason the both of you were here. Azul had grown tired of seeing Jade get distracted on the job, and Floyd was getting bored of seeing the two of you do nothing. But you and Jade didn’t need to know that, even if the mer-eel knew what Azul was plotting with this ‘vacation’. This was all a set-up for the two of you to confess, and what a fine set-up it was.
“You need to be more careful,” Jade breathed out, finally putting his concern at ease when he couldn’t find anything wrong. 
There he was, giving you that look again. “Uhhhh, okay,” you said eloquently. Who could blame you really? 
Jade chuckled softly as he helped you up, brushing some dirt off your shoulders. And before you knew it, you were rubbing off the smudge of dirt that was on his cheek, and he froze, looking at you with a curious look.
Shit, did I cross his boundaries? SHIT-
“You are full of surprises,” he murmured, taking the hand you used to smudge the dirt off his face into his, before placing a kiss on your earth-stained knuckles. A week alone, that’s rather unfair of you Azul, but no need to worry, I shall use it to my advantage. And he then placed a kiss to where you had bumped your head. “Hopefully that speeds up the healing process, my dear.”This is a dream, a fairytale scene. This can’t be actually happening… right? But the lingering sensation of his lips on your cheeks was very much, not a dream.
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reasonsforhope · 13 days
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When Swiss cardiologist Thomas F. Lüscher attended an international symposium in Turin, Italy, last summer, he encountered an unusual “attendee:” Suzanne, Chat GPT’s medical “assistant.” Suzanne’s developers were eager to demonstrate to the specialists how well their medical chatbot worked, and they asked the cardiologists to test her. 
An Italian cardiology professor told the chatbot about the case of a 27-year-old patient who was taken to his clinic in unstable condition. The patient had a massive fever and drastically increased inflammation markers. Without hesitation, Suzanne diagnosed adult-onset Still’s disease. “I almost fell off my chair because she was right,” Lüscher remembers. “This is a very rare autoinflammatory disease that even seasoned cardiologists don’t always consider.”
Lüscher — director of research, education and development and consultant cardiologist at the Royal Brompton & Harefield Hospital Trust and Imperial College London and director of the Center for Molecular Cardiology at the University of Zürich, Switzerland — is convinced that artificial intelligence is making cardiovascular medicine more accurate and effective. “AI is not only the future, but it is already here,” he says. “AI and machine learning are particularly accurate in image analysis, and imaging plays an outsize role in cardiology. AI is able to see what we don’t see. That’s impressive.” 
At the Royal Brompton Hospital in London, for instance, his team relies on AI to calculate the volume of heart chambers in MRIs, an indication of heart health. “If you calculate this manually, you need about half an hour,” Lüscher says. “AI does it in a second.” 
AI-Assisted Medicine
Few patients are aware of how significantly AI is already determining their health care. The Washington Post tracks the start of the boom of artificial intelligence in health care to 2018. That’s when the Food and Drug Administration approved the IDx-DR, the first independent AI-based diagnostic tool, which is used to screen for diabetic retinopathy. Today, according to the Post, the FDA has approved nearly 700 artificial intelligence and machine learning-enabled medical devices.
The Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, is considered the worldwide leader in implementing AI for cardiovascular care, not least because it can train its algorithms with the (anonymized) data of more than seven million electrocardiograms (ECG). “Every time a patient undergoes an ECG, various algorithms that are based on AI show us on the screen which diagnoses to consider and which further tests are recommended,” says Francisco Lopez-Jimenez, director of the Mayo Clinic’s Cardiovascular Health Clinic. “The AI takes into account all the factors known about the patient, whether his potassium is high, etc. For example, we have an AI-based program that calculates the biological age of a person. If the person in front of me is [calculated to have a biological age] 10 years older than his birth age, I can probe further. Are there stressors that burden him?”
Examples where AI makes a sizable difference at the Mayo Clinic include screening ECGs to detect specific heart diseases, such as ventricular dysfunction or atrial fibrillation, earlier and more reliably than the human eye. These conditions are best treated early, but without AI, the symptoms are largely invisible in ECGs until later, when they have already progressed further...
Antioniades’ team at the University of Oxford’s Radcliffe Department of Medicine analyzed data from over 250,000 patients who underwent cardiac CT scans in eight British hospitals. “Eighty-two percent of the patients who presented with chest pain had CT scans that came back as completely normal and were sent home because doctors saw no indication for a heart disease,” Antioniades says. “Yet two-thirds of them had an increased risk to suffer a heart attack within the next 10 years.” In a world-first pilot, his team developed an AI tool that detects inflammatory changes in the fatty tissues surrounding the arteries. These changes are not visible to the human eye. But after training on thousands of CT scans, AI learned to detect them and predict the risk of heart attacks. “We had a phase where specialists read the scans and we compared their diagnosis with the AI’s,” Antioniades explains. “AI was always right.” These results led to doctors changing the treatment plans for hundreds of patients. “The key is that we can treat the inflammatory changes early and prevent heart attacks,” according to Antioniades. 
The British National Health Service (NHS) has approved the AI tool, and it is now used in five public hospitals. “We hope that it will soon be used everywhere because it can help prevent thousands of heart attacks every year,” Antioniades says. A startup at Oxford University offers a service that enables other clinics to send their CT scans in for analysis with Oxford’s AI tool.
Similarly, physician-scientists at the Smidt Heart Institute and the Division of Artificial Intelligence in Medicine at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles use AI to analyze echograms. They created an algorithm that can effectively identify and distinguish between two life-threatening heart conditions that are easy to overlook: hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and cardiac amyloidosis. “These two heart conditions are challenging for even expert cardiologists to accurately identify, and so patients often go on for years to decades before receiving a correct diagnosis,” David Ouyang, cardiologist at the Smidt Heart Institute, said in a press release. “This is a machine-beats-man situation. AI makes the sonographer work faster and more efficiently, and it doesn’t change the patient experience. It’s a triple win.”
Current Issues with AI Medicine
However, using artificial intelligence in clinical settings has disadvantages, too. “Suzanne has no empathy,” Lüscher says about his experience with Chat GPT. “Her responses have to be verified by a doctor. She even says that after every diagnosis, and has to, for legal reasons.”
Also, an algorithm is only as accurate as the information with which it was trained. Lüscher and his team cured an AI tool of a massive deficit: Women’s risk for heart attacks wasn’t reliably evaluated because the AI had mainly been fed with data from male patients. “For women, heart attacks are more often fatal than for men,” Lüscher says. “Women also usually come to the clinic later. All these factors have implications.” Therefore, his team developed a more realistic AI prognosis that improves the treatment of female patients. “We adapted it with machine learning and it now works for women and men,” Lüscher explains. “You have to make sure the cohorts are large enough and have been evaluated independently so that the algorithms work for different groups of patients and in different countries.” His team made the improved algorithm available online so other hospitals can use it too...
[Lopez-Jimenez at the Mayo Clinic] tells his colleagues and patients that the reliability of AI tools currently lies at 75 to 93 percent, depending on the specific diagnosis. “Compare that with a mammogram that detects breast tumors with an accuracy of 85 percent,” Lopez-Jimenez says. “But because it’s AI, people expect 100 percent. That simply does not exist in medicine.”
And of course, another challenge is that few people have the resources and good fortune to become patients at the world’s most renowned clinics with state-of-the-art technology.
What Comes Next
“One of my main goals is to make this technology available to millions,” Lopez-Jimenez says. He mentions that Mayo is trying out high-tech stethoscopes to interpret heart signals with AI. “The idea is that a doctor in the Global South can use it to diagnose cardiac insufficiency,” Lopez-Jimenez explains. “It is already being tested in Nigeria, the country with the highest rate of genetic cardiac insufficiency in Africa. The results are impressively accurate.” 
The Mayo Clinic is also working with doctors in Brazil to diagnose Chagas disease with the help of AI reliably and early. “New technology is always more expensive at the beginning,” Lopez-Jimenez cautions, “but in a few years, AI will be everywhere and it will make diagnostics cheaper and more accurate.”
And the Children’s National Hospital in Washington developed a portable AI device that is currently being tested to screen children in Uganda for rheumatic heart disease, which kills about 400,000 people a year worldwide. The new tool reportedly has an accuracy of 90 percent. 
Both Lopez-Jimenez and Lüscher are confident that AI tools will continue to improve. “One advantage is that a computer can analyze images at 6 a.m. just as systematically as after midnight,” Lüscher points out. “A computer doesn’t get tired or have a bad day, whereas sometimes radiologists overlook significant symptoms. AI learns something and never forgets it.”
-via Reasons to Be Cheerful, March 1, 2024. Headers added by me.
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Okay, so I'm definitely not saying that everything with AI medicine will go right, and there won't be any major issues. That's definitely not the case (the article talks about some of those issues). But regulation around medicines is generally pretty tight, and
And if it goes right, this could be HUGE for disabled people, chronically ill people, and people with any of the unfortunately many marginalizations that make doctors less likely to listen.
This could shave years off of the time it takes people to get the right diagnosis. It could get answers for so many people struggling with unknown diseases and chronic illness. If we compensate correctly, it could significantly reduce the role of bias in medicine. It could also make testing so much faster.
(There's a bunch of other articles about all of the ways that AI diagnoses are proving more sensitive and more accurate than doctors. This really is the sort of thing that AI is actually good at - data evaluation and science, not art and writing.)
This decade really is, for many different reasons, the beginning of the next revolution in medicine. Luckily, medicine is mostly pretty well-regulated - and of course that means very long testing phases. I think we'll begin to really see the fruits of this revolution in the next 10 to 15 years.
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Wrong Number
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Potter/GN!reader
Summary: When your latest date stands you up, you decide to call your friend to come have dinner with you, but you call the wrong number.
No pronouns are used for reader. Only the nickname love is used.
Notes: This is written for Day 13’s prompt for Flufftober: Wrong (…). @flufftober
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This account is anti-JKR and is a safe space for all.
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You got stood up for yet another date. What was wrong with you? It had to be with you, didn’t it? You pulled out your phone and scrolled down to your best friends name and called her. You couldn’t remember her new number, so you had to go through your contacts to find her.
When she picked up, before she’d even had a chance to speak, you said, “Hey, I got stood up again. Could you please come and have dinner with me? I really want to stop looking pathetic.”
When she answered, the voice sounded deeper, and like your crush; James Potter’s voice, “Alright, love. Tell me where you are and I’ll meet you.”
You were embarrassed that you had called the wrong number, you pulled the phone away from you and saw that it was in fact James’ number that you called. Instead of telling him, you gave him the name of the restaurant, “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Don’t leave.”
“Thank you, James,” you said to him, just before you hung up.
The night may have started out badly with you being stood up, but could a wrong number change your evening?
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Some DA facts collected together, from recent tweets -
GhilDirthalen: "the frostbite engine didn’t do ending slides, so the slides you see in DAI are actually paintings that quickly spawn in your bed room. You can zoom out during the end with fly cam" John Epler: "i remember when we were trying to do these and we're like 'hey can we display still images' and the answer was 'uhh it's a lot more complicated than you think' so this was the solution. i set up all the cameras, and I THINK level design handled all the scripting logic" JE: "anyways videogames are basically held together by magic and hope and it's a legitimate miracle anytime one gets finished"
JE: "When you 'sprint' on a horse in DAI it doesn't really do much because frostbite couldn't stream in levels fast enough, so we just added speed lines and changed the camera so it felt faster. JE: "i've carried the guilt of this for years. guilt is an ocean, and i'm tired of drowning." "feels like I just murdered Santa Claus in front of many of you" [source], "feels like i just declassified Area 51" [source]. "i'm just glad the truth is finally out there" [source] Seb Hanlon: "ME1 did it first" JE: "just to be SUPER clear, riding a horse is faster than being on-foot, but the difference between normal horse run and horse 'sprint' is non-existent except for making it look faster". "the base horse speed is faster than unhorsed run speed, but horse sprint doesn’t move you faster than normal horse speed" [source] JE: "there were three days on that project where my entire job was ‘try to make horse sprint feel faster’" User: "I swear to god John I knew it, I fucking knew it, none of the mounts have different speeds, either?" JE: "i actually don't know the answer to that one, i just set up the gameplay cameras and did what what i was told." Seb: "but they have different sounds /screams in Red Hart" JE: "no one believed that's what a Red Hart really sounds like but they are fucked up animals."
Seb: "The save system in DAI loads with all doors in the area closed. This is a problem if there’s a door between you and a party member when the save happens, because they can’t open doors. If they can’t path to you, they get teleported to join you before the fade-up from black." Seb: "This “system” was rigged entirely in Frostbite Schematic logic quite late in development once we realized it was a problem." JE: "i vaguely remember that the first time we really saw this problem was when we were putting together the Redcliffe demo for... whatever event we showed Redcliffe at." Seb: "Yeah I think that was the map I tested the teleport-fallback in. Dorian was there in those saves for sure?" JE: "yeah 100%. it was when you first end up in the future and you're fighting your way to the locked-up followers. i think we were playing it in Hanged Man or Neverwinter and we discovered 'oh shit our followers can't get to you'"
Seb: "Zither’s first-pass ability icons originally echoed a broad swath of iconic album art. The UI art team made me so happy. Why didn’t it ship? Ain’t nobody chasing down those IP clearances for an April Fools DLC."
JE: "in DA2 Mark of the Assassin, if you let Baron Arlange live after the first encounter with him, he shows up very deep in the background of several scenes, creeping on Hawke and the party around stalagmites and around corners." "no one asked for this but i put it in as a little treat because i thought it was very funny. i still do. oh the scene where you get captured in the vault by Prosper and his guards, that's the same 5 (6?) guards just cycled through multiple times." [source, two]
JE: "i've told this story before but the reason Iron Bull's romance scene takes place in a separate tower is because the mocap for everyone walking in on you assumed that there was a doorway, and the player's bedroom ended up having stairs. so we moved the scene to the Sex Tower"
Seb: "DAI: To enable party followers’ AI to use their defensive abilities (dodge/block/parries), enemies spawn a “telegraph volume” as part of their ability wind-ups. This tells the party AI what kind of reaction it can use to counter (if it’s not on cooldown and it can branch in time)." "“Parry” telegraphs are the ‘weakest’ (can activate block, dodge, or parry abilities); “dodge” telegraphs are the ‘strongest’ (dodge or get fucked). There’s an all-abilities AI cooldown on these responses; before this was added, I saw Cass perfect block for minutes at a time." [source]
Seb: "the Qunari Ashaad in Trespasser is the only combat creature I personally implemented; and the only one intentionally plays both ranged and melee. and it was great fun watching play-testers climb a ladder to close and shut down his range attack—and get kicked off by the sweep"
Seb: "I’m still personally pleased that the Red Templar faction in DAI has such a strong overarching principle: “power corrupts”. The more elite the creature, the less human they are."
Seb: "Both the Children in DAO Awakening and the Harvester in DAO hide their extra body parts *inside* their torso mesh before they appear."
Seb: "Varric in DA2 is the most specialest snowflake; he’s not like any other dwarf because his rig includes all the Bianca animation bones."
Seb: "DAI’s Emerald Graves was the map where we hammered out the conceptual balance of using abilities based on the enemy composition and position."
Seb: "There’s an animation-driven movement mode in DAI that’s only used by a handful of large creatures; the dragon and the Red Templar Behemoth are the ones I remember."
Seb: "“making two combat creatures at melee range face, and not slide past, each other when they’re playing attack animations” took a surprising amount of problem solving on DAI; most of the basic-attack animations have both moving and standing variations for this reason."
Seb: "30 seconds of good combat gameplay takes more-or-less the same development effort as 10 minutes of good combat gameplay. Which is more than you’d think. IYKYK."
Seb: "The original concept for the Grand Fear Demon at the end of DAI’s Fade was a “level boss” - instead of a single big combat creature (like a dragon), the idea was it was so big it would attack out of the darkness with “limbs” (creatures) that shared a health pool. Cut for scope."
Seb: "The core combat ability animation/effects/branching system in DAI is called “CSM”, for “combat state machine”. It’s the third generation spiritual successor to the first system called CSM that I worked on, built for a project called Revolver…"
Seb: "The “impassable” purple fire zones in Trespasser were a tremendous pain in the ass, because both: - making them do enough damage fast enough to be a lock-and-key for invincibility powers as intended - keeping party members from following you in and getting bug-zappered" User: "I hate to tell you this but my first time through, I was determined to get through and I did not know that invincibility powers were literally down the stairs so I spent 10 minutes and eventually managed to get through with some mage shenanigans" Seb: "by the time we got to trespasser there were so many abilities you MIGHT have that MIGHT JUST get you through that we gave it our best shot and said “good enough”" User: "I died at that thing SO MANY TIMES until I realized there was an invincibility boost, lol" Seb: "clearly signaling “THIS IS A THING YOU WILL DO LATER” without saying it, especially if it’s a mechanical systems thing, can be surprisingly difficult"
Seb: "during development on DAI someone made a staff that, when used (hit the ground with the butt animation) spawned a bunch of nugs that ran off in all directions. for checking pathmesh bounds, obvs"
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dreamkidddream · 9 months
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Vampire!Miguel O’Hara Headcanons!
He has been living in my head RENT FREE ever since I saw the movie last week and rightfully so cause my lord does his fangs have me weak 😮‍💨 expect something more full-fledged written out on his fangs and the vampire AU- reader is gender neutral!
A/N: in this AU Lyla is a vampire instead of AI (but still his assistant somewhat) and this is kinda sorta based off of this post!
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It’s been a tragic and lonely life for Miguel. The last time he truly felt at peace was when you were still by his side- his dear, sweet, human lover
Just the thought of you caused him unbearable pain- he remembers the good moments, the fleeting kisses and more- and then he remembers you dying in his arms, your blood coating his hands as you tried to comfort him. That’s how kind you were- spending your last moments alive choking out how much you love him before you passed on
He’s been an empty shell ever since, even after hundreds of years. The world continued to evolve, and it took a while for Miguel to adapt with it. Having Lyla helped him stay sane somewhat, but he would never be able to let go of the past- of you
He was bitter and angry- angry at your kind for your death, angry at himself for not being able to save you, angry that you’re not here. All it took was one glance at your portrait and his fury would boil over. It’s been nights where Lyla would have to leave him be as he tore apart his home, no way of calming him down. Those nights, while now very rare, were hard to witness
He was able to blend in with humans- somewhat. It wasn’t a secret that a lot of people were attracted to him, even if Miguel made it clear that he wasn’t interested (he would always tell you that if his heart did beat, it would beat solely for you). But he could deal with it if it meant getting a meal out of it (and getting rid of some of his annoyances and pent up frustration all at once)
But he does enjoy some of the modern inventions that came out of this time (as much as he hates to admit)- and it lead him to finding something he once lost years ago
It was only an accident- in a rush someone bumped into him outside on the way home. A minor inconvenience, one that he can scoff and glare at (he sometime forgets to be mindful of his fangs if he’s really irritated)-
Until he smelled it- the sweet, comforting scent that drove him wild, that made his fangs poke out in dire need for more. Your scent
He couldn’t believe it- has he finally gone mad? But as he whipped around, he saw you facing him. You- donned in this time period’s clothes, bright eyes gazing at him like all those years ago. It was you, it was you!
Miguel know that he looks like a fool, mouth agape while his eyes blown out. He wanted to take you in his arms so bad, hands outstretched with his a genuine smile that he hasn’t worn in years-
Until he sees your confusion and remembers that you don’t know nor remember him
He’s heartbroken as his hands return to his side- but then he gets an idea and newfound determination. You both were given another chance, and he has nothing but time to remind you of what was once before
He plays off his mistake well (always the charmer and gentleman) and it doesn’t take much before he’s taking your hand in his, introducing himself and vice versa. How long has it been since he’s heard your melodic voice? He had to repress his groan when his name left your lips, a shiver going down his spine. The same warmth he missed has finally returned, and all he wants to do is soak it all in
He already has Lyla finding all of your social media accounts and more when he walks away- wanting to know your interests/hobbies, where you work, if anyone is interested in you, where you live- everything
Outsiders wouldn’t be able to tell (but Lyla could after knowing him for literal hundreds of years), but Miguel’s attitude has improved after his encounter with you. He’s still uptight and stone face, but he’s gotten a bit softer with his approach to others and has a little more patience (if you squint). He’s also going to her more for “advice” (ie. tell me what to do to win (Y/N) back now)
This is probably the greatest moment in her life knowing Miguel actually wants her in his business for once lmao
Miguel’s delusional in a sense- he wants back what he lost so long ago that he’s willing to do anything to have you back. He’s already making a plan on what needs to be done before you can come home with him, setting up arrangements to make your arrival comfortable when the time comes
His appetite isn’t yet satisfied- if anything it’s grown more in anticipation. Miguel couldn’t let himself go feral and scare you off, so he needed to feed before he saw you. Just thinking about how sweet your blood smelled had his head spinning- you were too tempting to be around already, especially when he’s hungry
He couldn’t stop thinking about you before, but now he really can’t- he’s imagining all of the new memories you’ll make together once you’re with him. His love for you hasn’t changed, even if it pains him that you don’t remember any of it
He’s already lost you once, and he refuses to let it happen again
He’s made the mistake of not turning you the first time- he doesn’t plan on making it again
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