man i love scrolling innocently on tumblr mobile. sure hope there wont be 2 gayboy shirtless vampires staring at me
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You thought he was kidding. Honestly!
Kiyoomi was known for his stubbornness and long fits of pouting holding strong on a point he’d made, but the situation ended hours ago, you thought you’d apologized enough, why was he still being so cruel.
“Kiyoomi, you can’t be serious-“
“I want you to stay on your side of the bed.”
“I can’t sleep without you holding me!”
“You bit me six times today, fuck off!”
Okay. In his defense, Kiyoomi did warn you. He knew you liked to… well… bite, it was something you did to convey your cute aggression (you bit him in place of dogs and babies because you can’t bite them, and that’s the only reason he made this conclusion.)
But in your defense, he’s just so pretty! He’s so handsome while doing the most mundane things, like folding the laundry or flicking through channels on the tv, which were each times you got him today; but it seemed like the final straw was in the shower.
“You came in, asked me for a fucking hug while I was showering, I let you get undressed and come into my. shower. And you bit me in the ribs!” He lifts up his shirt to reveal the left side of his ribs, which look so pretty butterflied out as he stretches, the bite mark settling pink on his smooth, pale skin- “you’re literally going to do it again! I see that feral look in your eye!”
You pout and paw at him as he pulls his shirt down, “I won’t do it again tonight!”
“‘Tonight’,” he scoffs.
“You’re just so yummy, so handsome so perfect so pretty-“
“I’m not Atsumu, you can’t sway me with cute words.”
“Pleaaaaase!” You whine, ignoring his wishes and crawling on top of him. He’s groaning in annoyed agony, but not making any moves to actually still your body. “Let me cuddle you.”
“I don’t want you to cuddle me,” he grumbles, grabbing a pillow to shove between your face and his. You gently nudge it away with your nose, and he groans in defeat. Despite his facade, his arm is keeping you tight to him, still just as comforting and protective as he always could do.
He sighs, “if I feel one fucking gnasher on me, I swear to god.”
“No biting,” you agree, burying your face into his neck. It doesn’t take long, however, for you to start mouthing at his neck, and he groans out in faux agony and lets his arms drop from holding you.
“I’m gonna cry,” he whines around some soft snickers, one of his massive hands coming up to scrub his face. You laugh too, trying your best to nudge him to have his arms around you. “I’m so annoyed at you right now, I just want to sleep. Go away you freak.”
Snorting, you plant a few kisses of truce on his chin and jawline, “you’re literally so dramatic, shut up. You love me and you know it.” Just as a reminder of that, you softly bite at his jawline, relishing in the way he grumbles out but doesn’t make a move to shove you away.
Kiyoomi sighs as he finally lowers his hand, the glare he sends you is weak and shrouded in amusement. “I do,” he mumbles, one of his hands moving to settle on your lower back, his thumb stroking the dimples softly. “And I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”
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It's funny that some people (mostly CEOs) think replacing all jobs with AI and robots is a good idea. However, I can't help but imagine the chaos it would cause in the long run.
AI technology still needs to be advanced enough. Yes, in its current form, it can do bullshit generative AI and write 3rd class code generation without giving any credit. CEOs rush it to maintain hype and make quick profits for the shareholders. They are trying to sell Star Wars or Star Trek-like talking and AI-making decision dreams to the average Joe.
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Wyatt: Do you still hang out with Wade?
Darien: Kinda.
Wyatt: Kinda?
Darien: Well, he’s in prison at the moment.
Wyatt: What the hell for?
Darien: Insurance fraud.
Wyatt: For fuck’s sake…
Darien: I told him it was a bad idea.
Wyatt: Who else do you know who’s good with computers in an unsavoury manner?
Darien: Why?
Wyatt: I need to find someone’s address-.. I don’t have much to go off though.
Darien: Who’re you looking for?
Wyatt: It’s not important.
[Darien squinted, pausing for a moment before daring to answer]
Darien: What about Oscar?
Wyatt: [scoffs] Funny.
Darien: I don’t know anyone else.
Wyatt: He’d kill me-.. he even said as much.
Darien: Come on, we both know he wouldn’t.
[Wyatt shook his head; it was the principle more than anything-.. although, he was pretty desperate at this point]
Darien: I know his address…
Wyatt: How..?
Darien: I helped him figure out his self-employment taxes.
Wyatt: The fuck…
Darien: What? He doesn’t hate me-.. I’m a legitimate accountant these days, thank you very much. Uh, he might be less likely to commit a felony if I came with you?
Wyatt: We’re not-…
Zach: [breathlessly] Did I do good?
Wyatt: A little too dramatic for my liking, but sure-.. here.
[Zach’s eyes lit up as Wyatt shoved a hefty wad of simoleons into his outstretched palm]
Wyatt: Get yourself a coat.
Zach: Holy smokes-.. I could buy four coats with this much cash!
Wyatt: Yeah, well.. get a decent one, it’ll last longer.
Zach: Thanks, mister!
[Darien blinked, almost as shocked as Zach; he wanted to ask if his eyes had deceived him, not that he had to…]
Wyatt: Shut up.
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