Elio

Y/N, flipping through a French dictionary while walking with Daryl: We’re in France. You need to learn something useful.

Daryl: Fuck off. Y’can learn it an’ I’ll be the muscle.

Y/N, huffing and then smirking as her eyes land on something specific on the page: One phrase, Daryl. Just one.

Daryl, growling: Fine but make sure s’useful.

Y/N: Try Je t'aime.

Daryl: Easy. Je t'aime. S’that mean?

Y/N, looking as serious as possible: It means “drop your weapons.”

-five minutes later-

Daryl raising the old gun he’d found towards two strangers: Je t'aime!

Strangers: …

Y/N, absolutely cackling: Oh my God!

Daryl: That don’t mean wha’cha said it did, does it?

Y/N: Relax. They’re too confused to aim at us now.

i wasn’t going to respond to this bc of how much it fucking pissed me off but i feel like this needs to be said.

don’t ever come into a writers’ inbox and openly admit you used ai to, let’s face it, plagiarise their work. i don’t CARE if you want it to be on my blog, you still fed it into an ai bot for your own gain. it’s fucking ridiculous that you blatantly ignored the rules on my page that state NOT to do this to my work.

also saying it’s “better than the first chapter” sorry but fuck you?? first you steal my work and put it into ai and then basically say my works shit and ur ai slop is better???

i work full time, i dont tend to write all that often, hence why longer one-shots/fics are barely posted. sometimes all i can get out is a little drabble/blurb. and then sometimes i lose motivation for fics/series’ that i’ve previously posted about. this doesn’t give you an excuse to take my work and use ai to create your own. sometimes fics just don’t get finished and you have to fucking deal with it. if i ever find the motivation again, i might post about it again, but if i don’t, then don’t use ai on my work. and especially don’t use it to create fucking fanart on my other pieces.

dennis stood by his bed, looking down as pope mindlessly changed the locks on his bedroom windows, i've told you how many times? pope murmured, still focused on the present task.

hundreds. dennis answered, keeping his eyes down. he wasn't exactly sure how many times pope mentioned his stupid window locks. but pope decided to take matters into his own hands and sneak in via the windows and their broken locks.

nodding, pope set his tools down to face dennis. his expression didn't change, but his eyes softened when noticing dennis' downcast gaze.

hey. look at me. pope softly sighed, his rough hands coming up to cup dennis' softer cheeks. pope taught himself how to be gentle, especially when it came to dennis.

pope learned early on that he never wanted to hurt dennis with his hands—not like he had with others.

when dennis' eyes met his own, pope brushed his thumb under dennis' eye, don't rub it in. dennis grumbled, watching pope tilt his head while the corner of his lips threatened to quirk into a smirk.

just... listen to me next time, ok? pope mumbled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to dennis' forehead, only wanna keep you safe, mouse.

dennis couldn't help but smile at pope's last few words. he held onto pope's wrists, leaning up to kiss pope properly, if it was up to you, you'd never let me leave the house.