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inkwolvesandcoffee · 9 months

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Breakfast in Margate (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Modern AU

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: A grumpy Papa Solomons (yes, that is a warning) and a whole lot of tooth-rotting domestic fluff

Summary:

Mornings aren’t always easy. For example, it’s terribly difficult to not be caught making breakfast for your fiancé, a workaholic who always takes the task upon himself.

However, what makes it harder today is the fact he loathes food made with recipes found online. Fortunately for you, though, Alfie isn’t the only one who’s good at playing games when he wants to push his own agenda.

Especially those that concern a sweet reward.

Author’s note: I've kept Alfie's adherence to his Jewish heritage quite loose. Nevertheless, I hope that the aspects I did incorporate in this work have been done so properly. If not, let me know and please don't hesitate to educate me (in a polite and respectful manner) because I love learning about different cultures and religions.

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Mornings like this are rare, these quiet moments unbroken by the usual ruckus in the kitchen. Now, it’s solely my bare feet on the wooden floor and the waves crashing onto the shore. No clanging of metal, no muttered curses in Yiddish or Russian, nor the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

In the living room, Cyril lays in front of the hearth. The first rays of sunshine fall over him like a warm natural blanket, highlighting the ginger undertone in his fur. One of the many features he shares with his owner.

As soon as I pass by, he lifts his head, tilts it in wonder, and lets out a low bark. After all, it’s Alfie who’s more often than not the first one to wander around the house at the crack of dawn. That is, if he’s slept at all. However, recently he’s started properly adhering to the Shabbat. Although, as much as he allows himself to because if Alfie Solomons is one thing, it’s mighty stubborn. Moreover, he’s an incurable workaholic. As hard as he works at The Old Rum House Bakery to let the business flourish and maintain his position as the fearsome Mad Baker of Camden, just as much effort does he put into our relationship. In fact, it’s not only towards Cyril and I his attention goes, but also to the house.

Our home.

Alfie has become a lot more domestic since we started dating, shortly after meeting one another on a train to London. Disregarding his tendency to walk around naked, he cooks and cleans, assuring me time and again I don’t have to help. When we go out for our weekly grocery trip, no matter how tired he is, he carries the bags to the car so that I don’t have to. Neither do I have to put away what we got, more often than not shipped off to the luxurious red sofa in the living room with a cup of coffee or tea to pair with whatever he’s baked at night.

Nevertheless, regardless of the otherwise very loose relationship with his heritage, Ollie and I are glad he’s at least taking a day off in the week to rest up. The bakery has recently started taking its toll thanks to an influx in customers, which means extra stock as well as staff is needed. In turn, this means more part-timers to train and more admin work. In other words, everyone has to pick up the pace to meet the current demand. Such is the power of marketing, especially on social media. Alfie is loath to admit it, but Ollie and I can tell he’s secretly grateful we managed to convince him to let us handle the bakery’s socials.

We don’t get cinnamon buns on Monday anymore, though.

I stop in my tracks, turn to Cyril, and put a finger to my lips. “I know, love, but Papa is still sleeping. It’s finally Mama’s turn to make breakfast again.”

Seldom do I get the chance to experiment in the kitchen, let alone try a recipe I’ve found online. Or worse, via Youtube or Instagram. Now, that’s usually enough to make Alfie bristle. Nevertheless, mention the word ‘viral’ and a scowl will twist his lips.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not Alfie and Cyril are the same person because he lowers his head onto his paws and lets out a deep sigh that sounds like sarcastic resignation.

Thanks for the faith, buddy.

“It’s gonna be okay. No fire in the pan this time, I promise. How about we go stretch our legs after brekkie, hm? That sound good?”

Cyril huffs in agreement and closes his eyes, back to enjoying his luxurious pillow.

We bought it for him when we went antique shop hopping in London last week. Although, perhaps it’s better to say I bought it after convincing my grumpy companion we should occasionally pamper our adopted four-legged child and I couldn’t fix his old pillow anymore. Of course I could, but I was more than done with constantly needing to fix the seams and re-stuff the thing.

Borough Market has become a regular stop on our weekly grocery trip, mostly because I used the splendidly efficient strategy of batting my lashes and pouting. Artisan goods and fresh produce can be luxuries, something to only occasionally splurge on. After all, why spend a fortune when there is a cheaper alternative that’s just as good?

Nonetheless, Alfie developed a taste for supporting local businesses soon after our first visit. To some he has proposed contracts, offering them a position as a supplier to his bakery. Granted their goods are kosher, of course.

Yesterday, we got some wonderful fresh bright yellow bananas, eggs from a local farm, and oat flour from a mill a little ways away from London. Alfie thought little of it when I plonked them triumphantly in our grocery bag, having occupied himself with the fresh stock one of the florists was setting out. I glance at the colourful bouquet of wildflowers on the table and for a moment I’m back to him holding out to me, face full of the warm tenderness that stands in stark contrast to the stern and unpredictable persona he portrays when I’m not there.

Right then and there, he wasn’t The Mad Baker of Camden, the fearsome King who rules the borough.

He was a sweet and caring gentleman.

Simply Alfie Solomons.

Nevertheless, in spite of these small moments of tenderness, he can still be awfully grumpy.

Especially if he hasn’t had his coffee.

“Mornin’, dove.” Two big warm hands glide over my hips towards my lower stomach. Those very same palms pull me flush against a naked chest grown soft with neglected muscle, slightly clammy with the remainder of last night’s late summer heat. Alfie presses his lips to the side of my neck and hums, tightening the embrace as he does so. The sonorous trill in his voice sends a shiver down my spine and rekindles a familiar heat. Nonetheless, the way he leans on me betrays he isn’t entirely awake yet. The slight slur in his words serve to confirm the lingering drowsiness, sounding like they’ve been pulled out of bed only moments before too. “That shirt looks good on you.”

“I’m glad you think so because you’re not getting it back any time soon.” I briefly stop mixing the batter to scratch his beard. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch as a content sigh escapes him. “You slept in.”

“Still woke up to an empty spot, though. If you want me to sleep more, yeah, which you know I find a terrible waste of time, I’ll need my wife to ‘old.”

I pat his hands to placate him. The thin gold band inlaid with a modest diamond around my ring finger matches his. I had thought Alfie would pick something elaborate for himself, but instead he chose a simple thick gold ring and got it engraved. It says: Ani l’dodi, v’dodi li; I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. “Don’t get hasty. We aren’t married yet.”

“Let’s just go to the courthouse today.’’ He slips his hands beneath the fabric of the shirt I stole from him, letting them rest on my stomach after a brief caress. It’s a gesture he often makes nowadays. ‘‘Sign the paper, right, and be done with it so the desk eaters are ‘appy. We can always celebrate it later. Throw a party as big as the whole of bloody Camden, like a proper coronation ceremony to celebrate our union.”

“Tempting as it is, I’ll have to refuse. Besides, it's Shabbat today and you need to take a break. I promise I can wait a little while longer to officially become Mrs Solomons.”

“You ‘ave been from the start, Y/N. I don’t need a ring to call you my wife. ‘Sides, you well know ‘ow I am. Which reminds me, breakfast is my job, innit?” A wary tone creeps into his voice as he leans away to check what’s in the mixing bowl. “Is that edible?”

“It will be,” I say, continuing to mix the ingredients until they’re well combined.

“I’m not eatin’ that goo. Looks fucking awful, that stuff.”

“It’s healthy goo! Uses the bananas, eggs, and flour we got yesterday.”

Nose scrunched, Alfie peers at me. “Oh, so yesterday was all a little scam to get me to eat whatever this is?”

“You aren’t the only one who can lie. Although, it’s not really a lie, is it? More like a half-truth.’’ I shrug. ‘‘I simply never told you my plan. Would ruin the surprise.”

“Which is?”

“Baked oats that taste like cake. They just haven’t been baked yet.”

“Where’d you get the recipe?”

“YouTube…”

He groans, wide awake now that the conversation has taken a turn towards a point of absolute irritation. “Fucking ‘ell, dove, ‘ow many times ‘aven’t I told you not every recipe on social media-’’

“Don’t judge before you’ve tried it.” I put the spatula down, turn around in his embrace and steal a kiss off of his lips. “Said so yourself, didn’t you?”

“Don’t use my words against me.”

“Oh, I will. If only to keep things fair. Have a little faith in me. It’ll be fine.”

I hope.

A warning finger raised and pointed at me, he leans in until our faces are mere inches apart. “Fine. But I’m gonna make us coffee, right, so we’ll at least ‘ave something to get us fucking started.”

I can’t suppress a chuckle at the grumpy gesture. “Sure.”

The threat turns into tenderness when he cups my cheek. His palm has grown rough with the hours spent at the bakery, proof of his hard work. Tenderly, he presses his lips to mine. “Ikh hab dir lib.”

“I know.” To show I accept his usual indirect apology for his bad mood and avoid coming across as being cross with me, I run my fingers along his jaw. “I love you too.”

Resting his forehead against mine, he nudges my nose with his. “Mhm.”

“Why don’t you take Cyril for a brief walk, eh? The oats have to bake for twenty-five minutes anyway.”

“We can take ‘im on a walk later together. I’ll go set the table.”

“First put on a pair of knickers.”

“No.”

“You know the rules, Alfie. No buns on the chairs during summer.”

“I ain’t sweating.”

“Not yet.”

“Maybe you’re the one who isn’t.”

I cock an eyebrow, fighting the smug smirk threatening to break out. “That so?”

“Yeah,” he drawls, “first we’ll ‘ave coffee, right, ‘cause otherwise neither of us functions. Now, ‘ow about after we’ve started the day proper I’ll fuck you like last night, hm?”

Until I black out.

The prospect of it mixes with memories of last night. Sea blue eyes, usually so steady and full of hidden temperaments, barely able to refrain from going cross-eyed. The fight with the stutter in his hips, gradually growing closer to the edge of pleasure but also exhaustion. Big hands reminiscent of wolf paws gripping the headboard for support while I was already lost in a satisfied delirium. The absent-minded glance to the bruises on my thighs adds to the steadily growing heat between my legs, perversely longing for more.

For him.

Nevertheless, the haze clears in an instant with a single sharp thought. I take a step back, crossing my arms as I search his expression for confirmation. However, as usually is the case, Alfie keeps his true motifs to himself. And this time, behind a mask he tends to put on when he wants something from me in particular. “So you can make breakfast. That’s what you’re getting at, aren’t you?”

“No,” he purrs, stealing a kiss as soon as he has bridged the distance between us, “not at all, dove. I just want my wife. I wanna make love to you.” We softly start to sway, slowly making our way out of the kitchen. “Let me make love to you.”

We come to a halt on the threshold. “Later. After you put on a pair of knickers and we’ve eaten.”

He blinks, the cheeky smile grown stiff. I can feel his muscles tense, unconsciously causing him to grip me a bit tighter than before. “But-’’

“Knickers, Alfie.”

“One round.”

“Alfred Solomons Jr, knickers. Right now.”

The use of his full name provokes a menacing snarl, the kind which is usually preserved for those who cross him. “Those oats better be fucking worth it, yeah, ‘cause otherwise you’re payin’ for lunch.”

I trace his cock, the skin hot and hardening beneath my fingertips with every sharp intake of breath. Perhaps this game won’t go on for as long as it usually does before he loses control. “Somehow I don’t think I will.”

He roughly grips my face, the thrill of every low-voiced word against my lips travelling throughout my body. “I ought to do somethin’ ‘bout that attitude of yours. Big fucks small, Y/N, always.”

Game over.

Except for the one card I have left to play.

“I know,” I wrap my hand around him, barely able to grip him properly, “but first some knickers. Please, Papa?”

“Clever bird, ain’t ya?” He growls into the kiss when I lightly squeeze him and let go. “Maybe I should carry out my own personal form of stigmata later. Add to those pretty bruises.”

Like snow in the spring sun, his attitude melts and changes. Alfie gently nudges my cheek and makes for the bedroom. A few moments later, he returns and starts setting the table while I pour the batter in the ramekins and plop them in the oven.

Despite the promise to make coffee, I reach for the cupboard to grab a mug. After all, old habits die hard.

Nevertheless, I find myself cut off by a hand that gently lowers mine, away from the handle.

“I said I’ll make us coffee,” Alfie grumbles. “Let Papa Solomons do ‘is job, yeah. Go sit in the livin’ room. I’ll be there shortly.”

I nod at the baking aftermath in the sink. “I got some washing up to do.”

“Nah, that can wait. Coffee and, ‘opefully, food first.” He places his hands on my shoulders and kindly coerces me out of the kitchen. “Go on.”

I let him guide me, feigning defiance by pouting. Yet, the act quickly falls apart with a lighthearted giggle. I suppose I still have a lot to learn from him concerning the art of masks. “Alright.”

Soon after he joins me on the porch, where I’ve settled down with Cyril to enjoy the salt air. The beach across the street is still empty, devoid of the plethora of towels. The breeze is silent, not yet filled with the chatter of tourists and locals alike.

These hours are ours.

This is our Margate.

“'Ere you go, love.” Alfie hands me a steaming mug of cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, the milk soft and foamy, before he sits down next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes as I take a sip. “Nice, innit?”

“Mhm.”

Thus we sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the view and each other’s company. Cyril has started to doze off, although he tries in vain to keep his eyes open. One glance to the side tells of Alfie fighting the same battle. Occasionally he pulls a face or lifts his hand to stifle a yawn. It’s strangely funny to watch him continue to take a sip afterwards, a small gesture of hope. Surely he should be readily awake before his cup is empty.

Because sleeping isn’t an option.

He’s tired of the nightmares.

The faint sound of the oven going off disturbs the domestic bliss.

Alfie groans as struggles to get up, glad to have my arm to use as support while he pulls himself to his feet. I say nothing, knowing full well how his sciatica influences his mood.

And it’s already rotten enough in the morning.

As Alfie washes his hands, I get the baked oats out of the oven and place them on the plates. Meanwhile, Alfie warms up a few slices of babka and the challah bread we made together yesterday. “Just so we ‘ave somethin’.”

He sits down while I wash my hands. From the corner of my eye, I see him poke the oats with his fork. “It’s kosher?”

“It is,” I say, drying my hands before I sit down across from him. “Shall I go first?”

“Very funny.” He scoops a bit of the oats onto his fork and puts it in his mouth. His brows knit together, contemplating the taste.

“And? Do you like it?”

Remaining silent and gaze fixed on the ramekin, he pokes his oats again.

I swallow hard, my excitement crushed under the stones of dread. A nagging voice in the back of my head feeds into the fear of his judgement. Funny how one connects their self worth to food. Then again, it was that which started our relationship. A cup of coffee, a slice of babka, and a slice of plant-based carrot cake. Back then, though, my stomach didn’t quiver this badly nor did my ribs feel like they were caged in a very tight-strung corset. “You don’t.”

“Dove,” he begins, but doesn’t continue.

Not until after he’s had another bite. “It’s good.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or simply trying to appease me.”

“I’m serious.”

“You are?”

“I am,’’ he says, raising his voice ever so slightly in spite of the effort to keep it even. Alfie finally meets my gaze and I can tell he’s being sincere regardless of the way he accusingly waves his fork at me. ‘‘But I still don’t like 'ow you got this off of the internet. ‘Ow many times ‘aven’t I told you, hm? You should know better by now.”

I chuckle as I at last taste the baked oats myself. They’re chocolatey with a subtle banana undertone, which is warmed by the cinnamon. “I gotta find new recipes somehow.”

“There are cookbooks.”

“Too limited and they take up too much space.” While nibbling on a piece of challah bread, I take a sip of coffee. “Can I make this more often?”

“It does taste like cake,” he reluctantly admits, spooning up another bite. “Yes, you can.”

“Why do you make it sound like there’s a condition?”

“You can make these oats, yeah, if I get to serve you something sweet in return.”

Something not to be had in the kitchen.

‘‘Deal,’’ I lean in, biting my lip as I play my final card, ‘‘Papa.’’

Alfie clenches his fork upon hearing his favourite nickname, the title he is secretly proud of. A dark haze clouds his eyes, the gloss in them highlighted by the morning sun. The smirk on his lips has evened out, his jaw tightened with the effort to practise self-restraint.

Game over.

I won.

And the prize is something sweet with lots of cream.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons x reader

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veeluvss · 1 year

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what’s going on?

jj x daughter!reader

fluff

700 words

i sighed, getting out of bed and going straight to the bathroom. i dropped by the side of the toilet but thankfully held back my sick this time. i felt awful, terrified. the only person who saw the horrors of that room was never here. when JJ adopted me, i thought i was going to get this luxury life with a mum who finally cared and put the attention in but recently, i'd felt completely forgotten about. after her maternity leave was over, will was looking after the two boys and he didn't have much time for me- thinking i could fend for myself. at 16 i pretty much could but i still needed my parents around, especially on nights like this.

the nightmares had been back for a while now, getting worse and worse. i wanted to go back to therapy but i couldn't speak to will about it. he didn't know what i went through. only jj. i got off the floor and headed downstairs quietly. i opened the back door and sat on the swing on the porch, letting the cold air calm me down and ground me.

i don't know how long i stayed out there fore but the sound of a car on the gravel drive woke me up. i didn't move though, it was probably a neighbour. JJ had only been gone for two days, she wouldn't be back yet. however, five minutes later, i heard the back door slide open.

"will is that you?" she said, looking over at the swing but i looked back at her.

"oh y/n it's you! what you doing out here so late hm?" she said gently. she looked tired, really tired.

"i couldn't sleep," i replied. she came to sit beside me and we looked out over the lake together.

"i don't think i will be able to tonight either," she sighed.

"do you want to talk about it?" i asked, being polite.

"no darling," she chuckled. "it's not for your little head to worry about." she leaned back in the swing and caressed my blonde hair.

"do you wanna talk about why you're up?" i stayed quiet for a few minutes. i suppose this was gonna be my only chance.

"the nightmares are back," i told her.

"about the farm?" she asked. i nodded.

"but, but you don't come anymore." i used to be able to train myself to stay in the dream and wait for jj and the team to come and rescue me but she hadn't been. the torture just excelled, i wasn't rescued or saved.

"how long has it been like that love?"

"since you went back to work." i sighed. i hate having to rely on her.

"why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"i didn't have a chance too," i shrugged, being honest. she nodded, understanding.

"have you spoken to will?" i shook my head. "he doesn't know you can't sleep most nights? why haven't you gotten in with him?"

"you're not there," i said simply. "jj, you rescued me. you got me out of that farm and you took me home. not will. i, i need you," i felt small and vulnerable. she sighed and moved over on the swing, pulling me into her arms.

"i'm here now love, i'm sorry." she held me and began to swing the swing. we swayed and i settled in her arms. it was like magic.

"can you sleep with me tonight?"

"i can baby, shall we go in?" she asked. i nodded and sat up, beginning to feel the cold.

half an hour later and you and jj were curled up in your bed. you had a big bed but it was nice to have her close. your saviour.

"do you want me to call your therapist in the morning?" she asked you, playing with your hair as you laid on her chest.

"yes please." she smiled and held you tightly. then, as she did with henry, she began to tell you a story.

"once upon a time, there was a castle, hidden way in a forest..."

you fell asleep to the sound of her voice, feeling her chest move up and down as she breathed and the heart beating too. you'd needed this.

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jadiya · 2 years

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Sugars Daddy x chubby size

Kokonoi x reader

Everyone was talking about having a Sugars Daddy, it was the ultimate thing.

In every case, the man had to be rich, old enough and willing to spend his money on a woman he didn't know; most of them were already married, and were only attracted to young, thin women.

And since the world always wanted to stick one up your ass, you were certainly young, but not thin.

It sucks that a rich old man isn't attracted to a fat girl who is comfortable in her body and loves herself.

That's what I thought until I met Kokonoi, one of the most influential men in Japan.

Kokonoi didn't know what to do with his money, he had so much money he couldn't even count it and when his colleagues started talking about one of those "Sugars Daddy" sites...

He also wanted to try it, but he had a problem. As soon as a woman sent him a message he got angry and didn't answer her until one of your friends using your Photos sent him a message and asked him to meet her in a café.

Strangely, he accepted that for him you are totally different from those sluts he saw in different strip clubs.

And then you went to this meeting because your friend had forced you a little and you did not regret it

Some time later, he asked you for more dates, then with time he got used to the presence of your clothes in his apartment

One day, as usual, he came to pick you up after your classes at the university and what was his biggest surprise when he saw his baby Sucre crying

He hurried out of his car and sat on the bench where you were sitting.

Kokonoi: what happened my angel

: Here we go again

Kokonoi : what is it my love tell me everything in detail, otherwise I can't know what you are talking about,

: The boys in my class have started taking pictures of me again while I'm changing in the locker room, and they want to put them on a website X if my parents see this, I'll...

Kokonoi: don't worry daddy will take care of everything wipe your beautiful face my darling we will go home and you will take a hot bath while I will take care of this matter ok

______

On the other side of his luxurious apartment, Kokonoi is phoning one of his most dangerous colleagues, Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Sanzu: What do you want me to do?

Kokonoi: You do what you want as long as I get the pictures they dared to take, everything is fine for me finally, it would be fine for me, honestly if he disappeared

Sanzu : I'll take care of it, you'll have your pictures in a quarter of an hour but in exchange I want .....

Kokonoi : we won't talk about it anymore when we'll be in bonten's office

He said before hanging up that he didn't really want to shorten the conversation, except that he knew that you were about to arrive in his office.

He pretended to be working on a project when you arrived

: hajime

Kokonoi : yes my angel

: come to sleep with me it's almost midnight you don't want to stop working for tonight

They would have liked to be able to say no to you but how to say no to you while you wore a pink nightie which emphasized your forms,

Kokonoi : I have a file to finish, it won't take me more than fifteen minutes, I hope that when I arrive in the room you won't be asleep, it would be a real shame

: Okay, but try to do it quickly anyway

Kokonoi : of course my love by the way, you are beautiful as always even if I prefer the red on you

10 minutes later he receives a message from his colleague who tells him that he has just put the pictures on his doorstep.

And as he expected they were there in the background, he thanks the three idiots for taking pictures of you you were simply beautiful

what was he going to do with his pictures, keep them for himself of course

After hiding all your photos, he entered the room where you were sleeping.

He came up to you and kissed you on the forehead.

Kokonoi: y/n I love you I hate those stupid boys, who could have seen you, if it were up to me, I would just like you to wait for me at home, away from danger, away from those people.

: Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. I'm going to finish my studies, and then we can talk about it.

He laughed, he had emptied the bottom of his thoughts, thinking that she was sleeping, but finally he was deceived...

Kokonoi: your jokes are in bad taste

: yes I know but that's why you love me

Kokonoi : no, I love you for your external and internal beauty, I love everything about you, even your smallest defect

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rjalker · 11 months

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since I keep forgetting and the post keeps getting too long:

feral cat going on a rant to a former, and only just recently strayed indoor only cat about how no, being feral does not mean you're some super cool hero who knows everything and is always one step ahead of everything and living a life of amazing fun adventure. It means never having shelter or safety and knowing that the humans who brought you here broke their promise to not only you, but to your parents and their parents, and now they're all fucking gone so there's no more chances for them to even fix it. Being feral means not knowing whether you're going to survive the day or whether the flowers you're walking past are going to kill you. It means knowing your existence is actively destroying the world around you but you can't do anything about it except decide to die, and what the fuck kind of choice is that?

for a book about the pets left to fend for themselves after the apocalypse.

you are 100% encouraged to take this idea and run with it. It came from a dream I had several years ago now that I just randomly remembered for some reason.

Edit:

You know what, all my books are gonna be public domain anyways, you can just have the two things I wrote for this and use them as writing prompts for your own original story.

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Quote #1

That was the final straw.

"What do you mean you don't know?" [Indoor only cat] burst out, whirling on [Feral cat] "You're feral, aren't you?! You're supposed to know these kinds of things! What do you mean, 'I don't know'??"

[Feral cat] leapt backward and landed, back arched, ears pinned as [Y] hissed, tail twitching just above the ground. A growl started building in [Feral cat]'s throat as [Indoor only cat] stared, shocked by the display of open and abject fear in every line of [Feral cat]'s body.

"What are you--" [A] started to say, bewildered, taking a step forward.

[Feral cat]'s growl turned into a yowl, and [Indoor only cat] froze, unable to comprehend what was happening.

They stayed like that for a dozen racing heartbeats before [Indoor only cat] realized that backing away might be a good idea. And so would apologizing, now that [pronoun] thought about it. [A] backed up several steps, fighting to keep [C] body language relaxed and calm.

“I wasn't trying to scare you.” [Indoor only cat] said,

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Quote #2

"You think that's what feral means? You think being feral means knowing this kind of shit? You think ferals are kings of the streets, fearing nothing, knowing everything? Who the fuck told you that bullshit, your family's free roaming dog? Probably wanted to cover for the fact that he hadn't killed any of us yet and wanted to make himself feel better! You want to know what feral means, lapcat? It means watching all of your siblings die from the cold, or disease, or because they ran into the road and didn't see the car coming. It means watching your mother get killed by a stinking dog with a fancy collar and a shiny tag because her owner couldn't be bothered to keep her on a leash, and she thinks disemboweling cats is the greatest fun since humans invented squeaky toys! Feral means knowing that every human who sees you either hates your stinking guts and will try to run you over, or doesn't give a shit whether you live or die, just as long as you do it somewhere out of sight. It means knowing that your parents parents were house cats, living it up in luxury, just like the humans promised, until one day their humans realized your grandmother was pregnant, and decided they weren't worth the effort of keeping around anymore, not when there'd be kittens to feed, and broke their stinking promise by throwing them out on the street to fend for themselves. Feral means starving every day until you get lucky, and knowing every time you do that every other animal in this stinking city wants you dead with a vengeance. We don't stinking belong here, do you even understand that? We're not supposed to be here! The humans stinking brought us to this whole island, and they were supposed to take care of us, keep us safe inside their homes where nothing could hurt us and we wouldn't have to hurt the wildlife!

We came with the humans, and they were supposed to uphold their end of the bargain, but they didn't! They just kept breaking it, and didn't even try to fix things!

Even the ones who said they wanted to help you, they don't really care at all, they just want to stop you from having kittens, but they don't care what happens to you!

You see this stinking notch on my ear? That's from the human I thought was going to adopt me, bring me home and keep me safe – Well guess what? She lied! She didn't want to help me, she just wanted to stop me from having my own kittens some day, and as soon as that was done, she threw me back into the woods! She just kept stinking saying it was better this way, because I would be so sad if I was brought inside, and she didn't want to listen when I begged her not to put me back! And she didn't listen! Because she didn't care!

The humans brought us here, and broke their promise, and now you, one of the stinking lucky ones, think being feral is a good thing? You think it's a stinking mark of pride? You think it means I know anything and everything I need to to survive out here?

You think I can tell you whether or not this stinking carcass is safe to eat? You think being feral means I magically know what's going to kill me? What's next, you're gonna tell me you think I somehow know when it's safe to cross the street without a human running me over? Have you seen my stinking tail? I'll give you three guesses to how that happened!

Being feral is not some cool heroic stinking journey, housecat, it's a stinking nightmare, brought down on us by shitty humans who couldn't be bothered to do the one job they'd accepted! And now it's too stinking late for them to fix any of it, because now they're all gone, and they're never coming back!

Even if some of them are still alive, none of them are coming back for us, because now you, and the rest of your housekept friends, are no better than we are – feral. And to humans, feral means stinking useless. And don't you give me some sob story about how your human is different, your human really cares, your human is going to come back for you. You lived right on top of ground zero. Your human was probably dead before the first night was even over.”

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and yes these could just be part of the same scene but I wrote them separately, so you can just mush them together if you want.

The key point here is that they have to have actual cat body language though, so if you don't know what that looks like you should definitely learn before writing this. pro tip: cats don't hiss when they're angry.

#writing prompts #writing ideas #story ideas #xenofiction #xenofiction prompts #xenofiction ideas #fictional animal death #animal death #apocalypse prompts #dystopia prompts #idk #long post

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capuletoo · 10 months

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Blue Valentine — Thomas Raggi

—note: it’s been so since i wrote something for måneskin…please please request something because i wanna write for them but have no ideas

—TW: stealing hehe, fluff | thomas raggi x fem!reader

—summary: After a party the reader meets a boy with a motorcycle

—words: 1.3k

THE WORDS IN ITALICS ARE LYRICS OF THE SONG ‘BETWEEN THE BARS’ BY ELLIOTT SMITH

You end up leaving with regret. You don't want to go back to the party. In addition, the effects of alcohol are beginning to dissipate: You tremble with cold and your head throws you atrociously. Arms crossed in a vain attempt to comfort and venture randomly into the street. There are not even cats, it seems that you are alone. Footsteps resonate in silence.

“Drink up baby,

stay up all night with the things you could do,

you won't but you might…”

You take the opportunity to sing, just to warm up.

“The potential you be that you never see,

the promises you'll only make. Drink up one more time,

and forget all about the pressure of days.

Do what I say and I'll make you okay,

I'll drive away the images stuck in your head…”

The coolness of the street and the dull noise of cars in the distance take a weight off your shoulders. You feel strangely lighter. Maybe because you are far away from the party, or perhaps because you're disappointed.

“People you've been before that you don't want around anymore…” A second voice is added to yours. “They push each other and won't bend to your will, I'll keep them still.”

The voice is clear and suave. You immediately turn around to see a slender silhouette wedged against a black motorcycle a few metres away. Same black shirt that reads joy division same face. He's the boy with the red chipped guitar

“You have a pretty voice” he compliments. “Why didn't you go on stage earlier?”

“I don't sing in public.” You bite your lower lip, unsure of his intentions. After all, you don't know him.

“It's a shame.” He detaches himself from the machine and advances nonchalantly a few steps, hands in his pockets.

“I didn't hear you with the noise there was,” you said.

“I know, it was hell, we couldn't play.” You remembered how his bandmates were angry at everyone, voices louder than the strings of the guitar, the bass.

“Are there many of you?” You say, trying to convince him that you didn't really pay attention to the small improvised stage, but you remembered every face that was up there with him.

“Yeah, I have bandmates”

“Oh, so you're a real artist?” He smiles and seems to understand a joke that escapes.

“Not you?” It's your turn to smile.

“ It´s not my field.”

“I would say that…” He tilts his head and pretends to think. “Are you writing?”

You nod your head and then sniff. The freshness is starting to feel serious, if you don't go home soon, you'll get cold. “What betrayed me?”

“I don't know, I guessed it as soon as I saw you.” He says and glances back at his motorcycle. “How do you get home?” He asks without giving up his half-smile, a child's smile.

A sigh leaves your lips. “I'm supposed to spend the night with a friend, my father is coming to pick me up in the morning” a tone so bleak that he raises his eyebrows.

“Did you leave the party early?”

“I was fed up.” You rub the floor with the tip of your boot. “It's only one o'clock in the morning.”

Your gazes meet, and you can already tell the next question he's about to ask, and you already know the answer you would give him.

“Do you want to go for a ride?

[...]

The wind caressed your cheek and dragged the scent of his jacket. A fragrance, both intriguing and luxurious, you could recognize the notes of wood.

As you held him by the waist, the engine roared to life, and the motorcycle surged forward , carrying you both into the night. The cool breeze whipped against your face, ruffling your hair and awakening your senses. The city lights straked past, creating a blur of colors.

On his back you could feel the vibrations of the mototcycle beneath you, the ehythmic rumble resonating through your body. It was a thrilling sensation. Yet, being with him, it felt oddly liberating.

Your breath feels upside down, it makes you forget that you have no idea where he is taking you, forget that you don't know the time he will bring you back. Everything is fine, for the moment. You want to laugh, dance and sing. The feeling of speed reminds you of cycling without hands when you were younger.

When we descend, the stars are reflected on the river that runs along Verona. Thomas - that's his name - takes a bottle of white wine out of the trunk of his motorcycle. So you walk in the cool night, bottle in hand. He doesn't think about the small size for a wine or the fact that you don't drink. He doesn't tease you, he's not heavy like all the others are. He drinks quietly, from time to time, observes and listens and you imitate him.

Most of the noise comes from the nearby cafes and bars.

He proposes that we rent a boat to cross the river. I accept but warn him that you don't know how to swim. He makes no remarks, he is not surprised. And even if you knew how to, you doubt that there will be people renting at this hour.

“I will save you if you fall, " he just answers by catching the oars on each side of the gondola. There’s no one there. You can’t help the feeling of stealing.

So you sail on the shore. The noise of the city fades and the crickets are singing. Fireflies appear. They form dozens of small lights that are all reflected in Thomas' eyes. His eyes whose intensity is close to the abyss. You don't see the end. It's beautiful, it's undeniable.

He is calm too, and his half smile is similar to that of a child. You have never seen anyone like this boy before. His smell embalmed the air again and you want to fill your lungs with it. He is still stoned, which dilates his pupils in an exaggerated way. He begins to hum a melody and the sound of his voice transports you elsewhere.

“Are you writing song right now?” He asks suddenly.

“It happens sometimes” You said, keeping your eyes closed.

“Give me a title you wrote.” His voice is getting closer.

“Blue Valentine.”

“I love it” His breath is mentholated and your eyelids remain closed. “What is it about?”

Now you feel him distinctly, his smell. It surrounds you like a halo, you bathe right in it: you are in Paradise. And the sound of his voice, it is almost made up of material, you can almost feel it.

“From a slightly chaotic girl. Of a love that is not enough.” You refuse to open your eyes, you don't know why, you have the impression that they are welded. His face on yours. A warm breath hugs your cheeks. You feel it very close, very close.

“And what is the last verse?” He moves his lips while talking, and touches yours.

“The bread will be my redemption.” His lips gently and voluptuously crush on yours. You can feel a smile and wonder if it's about the kiss or if he's making fun of the last verse.

An electric current runs through and gently ignites. His lips are delicately sweet. The contact does not last more than a second but it is enough to turn your head. Colors dance under your eyelids, his mouth is like two petals. He marries mine perfectly. So perfect that it's almost unreal.

Your eyes are open: he is only a few centimeters from you and his look is so intense that you feel something melting. His face is too perfect, he's too close, you are going to erupt. His blonde locks, his smell is too stunning, even his Adam's apple seems to make you look.

Without a word, Thomas leans in once again, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the electric embrace. It feels like a spark igniting a fire within you, a rush of emotions surging through your veins.

As the kiss lingers, you feel a warmth spreading throughout your body. It's not just the physical contact but also the emotional connection that seems to be growing stronger with each passing second. In this moment, you forget about the regrets and disappointments of the party.

When you finally break apart, a sense of exhilaration and wonder lingers in the air. You both catch your breath, your eyes locked in a gaze that speaks volumes. The electric energy continues to crackle between you, fueling an unspoken desire for more.

Who is this boy and what is he doing? You look at each other like this for several seconds that seem endless. And finally you put a word about the sensation that passes through you: electric.

#maneskin fanfiction #maneskin x reader #maneskin #maneskin fandom #thomas raggi #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi x you #vic de angelis #victoria de angelis imagine #måneskin #damiano david #ethan torchio x you #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio #damiano david x reader

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x3kristax3 · 1 year

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Eternal Love

A/N: here is your warning to be ready for the tears!

Chapter 1

I’m standing the spot he told me to be, today is six months since Hannah was found and we found out the truth about Richy. I've kept in touch with the gang but it's been different since Hannah was found expect with Jessy and Dan.

I saw him in Duskwood but between the FBI, Hannah and Lilly we didn’t have much time alone. I knew that was going to happen. He stopped by my apartment three months ago and spent the night. We were curled up on my bed watching movies cuddling all night. I woke up to us tangled together and he took my breath away while he was still sleeping. I knew sleep wasn’t a luxury for him so the fact he felt safe enough with me to fall asleep even if it was just a little bit was all I needed to know our souls were interlocked.

I’m outside a motel, nothing fancy but it's where he told me to stand and wait for him. I’m looking at my phone but nothing new is coming through. I’m so focused I don’t realize someone came up until they wrap their arm around my waist. I fight until whoever is trying to take me until I hear his voice in my ear.

“It’s me, my love,” his voice soothes me like no other and I spin around looking into those ocean blue eyes full of love. I want to kiss him but he is wearing his mask so I nuzzle into his shoulder as I pull myself closer to him.

He grabs my hand and takes me inside the motel I had been standing outside of. He takes me to a room and unlocks it and I see this is where he’s been staying at last for a couple days and my heart breaks. His bags are always ready to go but he decided to let me see this side of him finally. He pulls me towards the bed and kisses me. I melt into his arms not wanting to break this kiss. I put my hands on his arms not wanting to let him go as I know every time with him is limited. We are so into the kiss that both jump when he computer goes off and he pulls away. He looks at his computer and it shows his pursuers location and I realize this might be even shorter than I expected it to be tonight. I sit on the bed and sigh.

“MC, I don’t have to leave yet” he grabs my face. “They are just close but not that close that I can’t spend a night with you.”

“Will you sleep tonight?” I ask as now I see the dark circles under his eyes and how tired he is.

He leans into me and whispers in my ear “ i don't think either of us will sleep tonight.’ he turns my head so my eyes are looking into his and my body melts. We kiss deep again and he lays me back on the bed.

As we lay in bed afterwards, I run my fingers along scars and he kisses me softly. I can see he’s tired but I know he won’t sleep with them being so close. He puts the TV on and I curl into him. My head on his chest not wanting to let him go, afraid of when I’ll see him again if I do. I feel my eyes getting heavy and I fall asleep.

I wake up to the sun coming in through the window which is weird because I remember them being closed last night. I sit up and see his stuff is all gone and my heart breaks. I feel the tears falling down my face but this is part of loving him.

I see a note on the nightstand by my phone.

MC,

I will always love you but I had to run. As you were sleeping they got even closer. This isn’t the life I wanted for you. While I love you with all my heart, please don’t wait anymore for me. Please move on with your life.

Jake

I look at my phone and see our last text message and my heart breaks because he deleted where to meet him so it's him telling me he loves me and will always be there. I want to text him but decide not to and I get dressed. I see the key for the room on the desk and I sigh. I hope the room is at least paid for. I head down and check out for him, thankfully it was paid for and head out to my car. As I get to my car I see the FBI and I sigh. I head back to Duskwood even though I have no idea why. I would rather go looking for him but I have no idea where to even start.

I pull up in front of the house I found and break down crying right in the car. I never expect him to do this to me. I knew what I was getting into but my heart loves him. My phone goes off and after I stop crying I look at it.

Jake: Please don't be upset with me. I had to do this for your safety. I hope you got out before they showed up. I will always love you.

I don't answer him but I head into the house and Jessy is there taking care of my dog. She sees the tears on my face but instead of saying anything she just hugs me and I fall to pieces.

"It's gonna be okay. You will see him again and forget all about how it hurts when hea leaves," her voice is soothing but she doesn't know the reason for the tears.

I shake my head and head to my bedroom and curl up under the blanket with my dog and sob. I hear the front door open and I know she is leaving me alone. I can't admit the truth to anyone right now.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mc x jake #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom

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khaleesiofalicante · 11 months

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Hey Dani, I was wondering if you or others who read this could give me some advice?

I sent an ask about a month ago about learning to drive and things have progressed since then (not necessarily positively 😅)

I'm experiencing severe anxiety before every lesson, often days beforehand, and the night before a lesson, I have a fretful sleep or wake up at 5am and not being able to go back to sleep. I haven't felt this type of anxiety for years, since I was 17.

Then yesterday, my instructor shouted at me 'for fuck's sake!' When I didn't slow down enough when turning left (I was below 20mph, probably closer to 15) and there were no hazards so it wasn't an unconscious reaction to something dangerous. I told my dad about it, who can drive, and he agreed it seemed extreme. And then I realised the instructor would make comments like 'I'm dreading doing the emergency stop with you' and 'do you only stir the car when I tell you?'. So I'm thinking now, has his reactions to me driving made me feel anxious more than I normally would?

I know the obvious solution is to change instructor but the things putting me off doing that is:

Pure awkwardness of saying I don't want to do lessons with him anymore

It took me 3-4 months to find this instructor to begin with

Fear that most instructors are going to be like this with me

What advice would you give? X

Hello darling,

Glad to hear from you again and I'm sorry you are going through this.

I agree with your dad that the instructor's reaction is extreme - also extremely disrespectful.

I've always noticed that educators - and people in supervisory capacity - sometimes have a tendency to be casually rude because they feel like it's warranted.

It's really not.

There is a difference between giving criticism and being a dick. Your instructor is being a dick.

I remember you talking about your driving anxiety before, but now it feels like this person is adding to it and you don't deserve that. I'm sure it's not making it any easier for you.

I would personally get a new instructor because often we don't have the luxury of getting a new teacher if our current one is a dick. We just have to put up with them. But in this case, if you can find a better one, please do. I get that it's hard to find these people, but do give it a try if you can.

If you are feeling awkward about saying you don't want to practice with him anymore, perhaps ask your parents to do it for you. You can simply say 'she is taking a break from her lessons' or something. Remember that he is providing you a service and you are paying for it. If you are not satisfied with this service, you have the right to terminate his services. There is nothing wrong with it.

I understand your hesitation about other instructors also being rude to you. I would ask around for someone who is patient and understanding - referrals would be very useful here.

Also, I want to remind you that (unless getting your license is a requirement for a job or any other personal reason) don't push yourself too much. You can always take a break from driving, come back later, and try again with a different instructor. When something is making you anxious, do not think of it has something that needs to be conquered. Anxiety is something we learn to live and manage with time. It doesn't go away, we just become better at handling it. You need time and space to do that. If you are in an environment that is unsupportive and if you repeatedly push yourself knowing it will make you more anxious, it's gonna be difficult for you to learn how to manage it. So, take your time, yeah? There is no rush.

PS - I don't have a license myself and never went for classes and therefore cannot give you any practical tips about that. If anyone wants to chime in, please do x

Sending love 💙

#support

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ofsubstnce · 1 year

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CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING MORE THREADS

Since its that time of year I'd like to find someone to write listed plots on discord with.

Pls be advised that I (female 29yo) will only write with people who are 20+ and that my blog is smut heavy in general so the threads are smut oriented as well. I tend to focus on mxf writing but I love fxf and would like to give mxm a go. In case of mxf I can easily offer the male muse.

Muse A and Muse B are roommates, but aren't particularly close. Except that they are also fwb since its easy and convenient. Until Muse A's parents walk in on them during the deed and happily invite Muse B for family celebration since its obvious that their child is finally settling down. Muse B agrees immediately because they like to be mean and we get a fake dating plot with winter themes.

Step siblings who don't live at home anymore, but came back for Chri.stmas and they don't get along in general but they fuck like rabbits in heat. Family games night? You bet their are fingerings/delivering a hand job under the table. Muse A and B were sent to pick up the tree? First they need to have a quickie in the car. Muse B promised to decorate the gingerbread house? Well, tough luck, the icing is up Muse A’s ass.

Muse A still remembers Muse B (dads best friend, parents younger brother, neighbour) dressing up as Sa.nta when Muse A was young. Now Muse B had to put on the costume once more because Muse A has a baby sibling, but Muse B should not look that hot in red and white and with a fake beard.

Muse A is a camgirl/boy, but they always work solo. Their stream is popular enough but for Chris.tmas they finally introduce Muse B to fuck them in from of the camera as a Christmas gift to Muse A's followers. Do they dress up as Sant.a and his Elf? Or perhaps Sa.nta and someone who was on the naughty list? Bonus points for themed toys in use.

Sex resort, but winter timed. Basically our muses are rich and bored and decided to travel to an extra posh, extra luxurious resort in Switzer land where everyone looks for no strings attached hook-ups. We can turn this one into a mumu and create several characters, since this isn't about looking for a relationship.

#discord 1x1 #discord smut rp #discord kink rp #indie smut rp

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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WIBTA for kicking my brother out?

Long story short, last year I (24) got my own apartment, it's literally only a 1 bedroom; I got it myself without a cosigner, I paid an entire year of rent up front, and I paid a triple deposit because it's my first lease anywhere, and I've never asked anybody to help me pay any of the bills, I even moved all my furniture in completely by myself without help from anybody including my mom or her stinky husband (32, ew) or my brother (19)

I lived here by myself for about 4 months when my brother and my mom's stinky husband got into a fight

(it was Stinkys fault, he was starting shit with all my moms kids and my brother was just the only one aggressive enough to put him in the hospital like he deserved, but my mom defended him and lied to the court so he wouldn't be deported, he's her only source of income atm because of her disability)

anyways, my brother went to juvie for a few months and the courts say he and Stinky can't live in the same house together anymore, since this happened a few days after he graduated high school, they decided to not try him like an adult for the sentence, BUT if he breaks the restraining order, he will be tried like an adult; so my mom asked if my brother could live with me for a few DAYS so she could get her own place, for her and her kids (including the brother STILL IN MY HOUSE), and divorce Stinky-mcgee

I agreed to do it under the radar because I would have to pay a huge fee to add him to my lease, but it's against my lease to have him here this long without adding him...and my apts are trying to rebrand as "luxury" to raise rent, so they're kicking people out left and right for very minor offenses like smoking cigarettes indoors or hanging clothes on their balcony, things TECHNICALLY against the lease but REALLY stupid. (and charging new people more than what the people being kicked out were paying)

they will 100% evict me if I don't pay to add him to my lease if they find out, so I can't even call the maintenance man (he's a snitch, he already snitched on me for having more pets than I said I did). So I can't get my AC fixed and its 110°F outside rn...if I get evicted, I don't have any savings and I will be homeless, BUT ANYWAYS

it's been 7months, and my mom hasn't even LOOKED for an apartment,

my brother has 3 jobs and a car, but instead of looking for an apartment he spends all his money on his girlfriend (20), and video games, and shoes (I get that he's still a teen, so he wants teen things), but he won't even pay for the grocery bill if I ask (I only ask for groceries, the CHEAPEST bill, since I work with food, I rarely eat at home anyways, so it's mostly HIS groceries) and he always says he doesn't have enough money

I am at my fuckin limit tbh,

but I'm not sure if he could get an apt the same way I did with his conviction history (he's been to juvie like 6 times for different things), and my mom has been evicted so many times for fighting people that I doubt she could co sign if they look into her renters history; and my older brother (27) won't co sign or take him in because he says my brother isn't reliable enough, and he doesn't want to take the financial hit if my brother gets arrested again and can't pay rent... (the other kids are still school age, so they don't count)

he's old enough to go to a shelter, but we use to live in a shelter for YEARS after a tornado took out our house and our dad, and he took it the hardest, so I think living in a shelter might be a trigger for him(?)...so I kinda feel bad for suggesting it(?)

WIBTA if i just packed his shit, put it in his car, and told him to go to either his girlfriends house or a shelter?

(I kinda feel shitty for even thinking of it tbh)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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babeczka415 · 1 year

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Eternal Love

Chapter 1

“MC, I don’t have to leave yet” he grabs my face. “They are just close but not that close that I can’t spend a night with you.”

“Will you sleep tonight?” I ask as now I see the dark circles under his eyes and how tired he is.

I see a note on the nightstand by my phone.

MC,

Jake

Jake: Please don't be upset with me. I had to do this for your safety. I hope you got out before they showed up. I will always love you.

I don't answer him but I head into the house and Jessy is there taking care of my dog. She sees the tears on my face but instead of saying anything she just hugs me and I fall to pieces.

"It's gonna be okay. You will see him again and forget all about how it hurts when hea leaves," her voice is soothing but she doesn't know the reason for the tears.

I shake my head and head to my bedroom and curl up under the blanket with my dog and sob. I hear the front door open and I know she is leaving me alone. I can't admit the truth to anyone right now.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwoodlover #duskwood fandom #mc x jake #i love jake #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jessy #jake x mc

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astheraa · 2 years

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Oliver (Lion) x Fem!Reader (R6)

unexpected events

Oliver and I have been sitting in the frikking cold for 2 hours, watching the white masks circle around the house and guard the entrance.

They took the house by force a few days ago and no idea what they are planning. It could be something against Team Rainbow, against the Government or the Society.

Somehow I'm already jealous as I see two idiots, drink their stupid coffee in their stupid little -probably warm- tent.

I slipped back out of sight and took my thermos flask from my backpack and looked at Oliver half frozen, when he also came to me and I gave him the thermos flask.

,,When can we go?" I ask and look at him, "In 5 minutes we'll clean up and then go to the car, and pack up the rest there," he says and stretches forward to get his and my binoculars.

I pack awkwardly somehow lying down, somehow kneeling, the backpack and try somehow to get to the car. I slip through the mud and that is really not the most pleasant thing to do.

Arrived at the van, I throw the bag under the back seat and take off my jacket.

On the passenger seat waiting for Oliver, I try to warm myself somehow, be it rubbing hands together or breathing into it.

After 5 minutes Oliver comes back to the van and takes off his dirty clothes and throws them in the back aswell.

He turns on the van and sighs out ;,, they have noticed us,not as a threat, we have to get the big detour to get back "

I sighed and put one of my guns in the glove compartment. One has to be sure now once.

We had been driving for maybe 15 minutes when the first car came up behind us, pulled up next to us and eyed us. Just concentrate and they wouldn't do anything. After 5 minutes of intense staring they let themselves roll back until I hardly saw them anymore.

I sighed with relief, this wasn't to bad but not something you want to do every day. I took out my laptop, connected it with my phone hotspot and wrote Harry what our status was. We weren't the only ones on such a mission; Yumiko and Jack were on their way, as well as Gilles, Gustave and Emmanuelle and several others.

We want to get down to the core of the white masks, find their main base and everything.

The sun was starting to set and we found a place behind some trees in a field where we could see far enough in case of emergency.

The van served as a "Sleeping-van", almost a caravan only not quite. I lay there only with my cell phone charging it with my Powerbank with two Internet bars, and thats some luxury.

Oliver lays down beside me with a; ,, Hopefully it doesn´t bother you if I come to you so close this night". ,,No, that's absolutely no problem," I looked at him over the edge of my hand as he stood up to take off his shirt.

We held eye contact for a moment until he smirked at me and said quietly; "and I know this doesn't bother you either" I just laughed nervously and looked back at my phone and set an alarm.

I put it aside and looked at Oliver, who looks at his cell phone and texts someone.

,,Uhh is this your girlfriend?", I asked teasingly. ,,I didn't know Maxim was female," he replied chuckling. ,, Well, the way he sometimes braids my hair, he must have been a hairdresser in his former life," he chuckles again at my statement.

,, But I don't know, I kind of like someone but I don't know how she feels about me, you know? It's complicated", he puts his phone away and crosses his arms behind his head.

,,Uhh who, maybe I can set you up. It doesn't work for Jordan, since he's been rejected for the 4th time now, but I'm confident it'll work for you," I said, propping myself up on my elbows and looking at him.

,,Let's say you help me, what would I have to do to steal your heart and make you my girlfriend? ", he said directly, mischievously and he even grinned at me.

I just looked at him and didn't know what to say, my face probably red as a tomato.,, I don´t know, that just came out of the blue. Am I just an exanple o-", i didn´t know what to say. I felt my face getting hotter every second.

He got up to me and before kissing me he said:,, I know you like me, like i like you".

And he didn't lie.

It was the next day when we were getting ready, kissing and hugging in between;,,You know now that we got together, I kinda hope that Zofia and Ela will change their bad relationship between each other. We really need them to cooperate", I said while packing my stuff

,,Yeah i know, but we will get that sorted, or they will get it. Let´s just get back and relax. I could eat something", he said starting the van.

,, Let´s drive to a drive-through an-" ,,get a breakfast burger, which you love" ,, You just know me"

#r6siege #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s x reader #r6 lion #r6 scenario #Oliver R6 #r6 x reader #x reader #reader insert #one shot #fluff

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voiceandvomit · 2 years

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The never-ending run for happiness: When you have a source of happiness, is it consumed? Does it run out? Can it be emptied?

I just realized that recently I've been jumping from one activity to another. Drawing, writing, scrolling, watching, drawing again, writing again, scrolling again, watching again. But there are those times where none of this activities are available and I have no choice but to be silent and reflect on things. I realize I felt exhausted. Like after all I've watched, drawn, wrote, scrolled, I don't feel fulfilled. So I began to ask myself, what makes me happy?

This is a common question we often get since we're young and we have those typical answers like family, friends, toys, luxuries, gadgets, house, car, etc. I started to think of those that I have and asked myself "If I have those already, then why don't I feel fulfilled and happy?" I also thought about the things that I don't have and imagined myself finally having it, I asked myself "How long will that make me happy?"

You see, it felt like these things are like bottles of happiness consumed and emptied. But that seems like a disappointing thought, isn't it? However, I remember the famous quote, "human desires are endless." This is actually true, I learned it in our psychology program, that upon achieving a motivation there are those that leads to another motivation making them continuous. Thinking about it, I ask myself, isn't that exhausting? That no matter how we run for those goals we will continue to thirst for more. It's a never ending run for happiness. Like nothing ever quenched our yearning.

It is indeed a disappointing thought like nothing ever matters. This is why I asked myself, what if that's not the problem at all? What if we are the problem? And yes, I believe it's a matter of mindset. Maybe it's not fun anymore because we fail to appreciate it when we already have it. Humans are future-oriented that the common question is what more do we want. How higher can we get while failing to appreciate the stepping stones we had.

Maybe we just feel that it lost its value because it has already been something within our reach. Maybe it was actually never emptied at all but rather we are the one who fail to see the happiness it remains to contain.

Bottomline is, take time to reflect on the things we have and find the happiness within it like the way we first had it. Be more grateful even with the small things and then we start to see ourselves with loads of sources of happiness.

#happiness #happy #life #advice #life advice #life tips #positive affirmations #positive mental attitude #positivity #social interaction #sourceofhappiness #realization #lifelessons #desire #life goals #motivation

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the-firebird69 · 2 months

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Zeus💸⚡️#zeus #millionaire #ytshorts #shortvideo #shorts #monaco #luxury ...

This is a look from the early '80s if not '70s in Monaco nobody does this anymore and nobody has the hair out like that and it's a it's a something he's trying to say that he's wealthy to me or something and he doesn't command as well and he doesn't use it well he does not command his wealth only a small fraction of it most of it is out of his control and soon all of it and he is not roboticizing people but he believes he is because he's delusional as hell you people look like s*** you more like look like mental patients because of this Ace in the hole who's a huge loser to call your money squandered it is getting rid of the rest of your armies so your money won't work he's a bum and he checked out a few times and you can't figure it out for some reason why why can't you figure it out there's no real mystery he's a stupid idiot and you're not doing anything to prevent him from taking you and he for a ride personally I don't really need him near me it's why I'm complaining and he's sitting on my money which I sort of have to have him do because it's code but soon we'll have enough power and the foreigners to based on the empire after you're all dead because of this loser because we're taking all your stuff because he's a moron and butter figures is a klutz and he's an evil piece of s*** that we have to hate because no one else on Earth could not hate him why would we not hate him he's not our kind he's doing this kind of s*** you stupid idiots

Zues

I also concur who's sitting there doing evil stuff all day long around my husband and to him and stupid things and dumb comments and idiotic sketches that are meaningless and he's a meaningless person and he's just sitting there raping you over and over and you have nothing until you're nothing and you just sit there putting up with it he's trying to help dja and he can't he's swamped with this piece of s*** and he's losing stuff faster than he gained it we're going to start doing programs to get rid of him and yeah he's running all these idiot companies

Hera

We're beginning this program and it is a swedish car and we're going to do it to him we're going to make more than one and they're going to see this more than one and they're going to go after this clan and we can't stand them they're running the money in the banks and people can't figure it out and they don't want to have money are you afraid of money even says I don't want the money you don't want the money what good are you you're afraid of the money is it going to pinch you the max are going for it and was supposed to take it away from this bum when he can't make the money work that he has and we're making sure that you can't manipulate the money or change it so what's the point is it so threatening it doesn't matter to me back it up he's a loser that's the point your network is not that big and you don't have a point on doing it that much yeah you do and you do it some and the foreigners do it some we do it a lot they were sick of this a****** and nobody wants to take over from this meeting with piece of s*** who doesn't do the job at all his people go in there and stare at the computer and try and mess it up each and every one of them all day long hey I'm so pissed off about it we just started wasting them and they just keep coming eventually none of you will control anything

Swedish god and goddess Zeus side

We are with you on this one and his ideas great and people will copy it and thank God and we helped come up with it this is the point it's our idea too and he knows it he doesn't know how much of it but it's a splendid idea he thinks we may have come up with the idea and had him put it forward or ran it by him which is what we really do to see if he thinks it's his idea if it's good he says the greatest thing that he's heard since sliced bread I mean who has time to slow down and slice the damn bread it really works and his people say it too this is slick it's going to be great and we're going to do it

Swedish god and goddess Hera's side and is more too others that are not related that are gods and goddesses from Sweden who are supporting this idea and we are putting it in for suggestion and Zeus and Hera wanted to go today because he's out there and he needed now and we do see that too and they want the guys to help back it cuz they've got things they want to do too and everything takes too long we want this to start now we have to raise the army and what's the point he says and he's saying we're protecting this a****** and Thor and Freya will approve it and we're going to talk to them now and requested gets approved today if not we'll have a meeting on it tomorrow and good

We're not used to being pressured but we are by him and he's getting tired and he needs others to pressure us all to get things going and Thor and Freya are getting tired too they used to ramming things through and I tell you people have to Captain the idea and get it to go and he says might as well run this one as a test and get everybody involved and to help out and we'll do it with each grouping of cars and we will and we're sick of seeing them do this kind of crap

Olympus

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ram-de · 1 year

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slumber gallery: one

wednesday, april 12th 2023.

ok. i just remembered a dream from this morning. so, i usually put my laptop beside me when i sleep. not close enough, but just a pillow beside. and. there's like two layers? three layers of dreams. in that dream i was writing something. and i held the side of my screen to push the screen behind, since i couldn't really see it. but. for some reason... maybe i pushed it too hard until the fact that the one that's pushed is the soft part of it. like, somehow, the LCD went leaking. (i understand very well that LCD involves liquid but i'm sure it's not something that could leak in a big amount lol) but still that panicked me. what the hell? i thought. what am i going to do? what should i tell my parents. and stuff. and then i woke up.

i sighed in relief. thank goodness it's just a dream. i thought. i was awake. my laptop beside me. whoa! it's there. and then i opened it, the screen turned on, but when i pushed the screen behind to set the laptop on my lap... it happened again. it was so SCARY... i was like. not again. what the hell? it happened for real this time. there's no way, i thought. and then that was when i realized i am still in a dream. somehow i knew. because i woke up soon.

AND EVEN AFTER I WOKE UP. IT HAPPENED AGAIN. my laptop, same happenings. the screen went wild. i couldn't see what's on it. and the third time I was sure. this is a dream. i'm sleeping. surely that's what happened. i was...????

huh. oh. but then i forgot about all that until several hours later, which i am writing right now. i looked up to meanings of dreams in google but most of it seems to be too general for me to take away. like... it's too vague. (i don't actually believe dreams meant anything). but i guess...? that's it.

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monday, april 17th 2023.

i💀 perhaps recollecting dreams that i remember isn't a good idea but alas. this time i'm in a dream. i'm aware of being in a dream. and i saw the lights, vivid around me. i'm in a mall or some sort of shopping centre, outside. i walked and realized i'm in a dream, but in my head i was like, close my eyes or else it's going to stop. so i did. i walked, just thinking how weird it is knowing everything around me isn't real. the people walking, the tables and chairs, the trees, the light that appears from the lamps. it's like very typical mall. a place i visited before but also not quite. so i walked until i arrived at a lift. the lift is big!! like, four times larger than a normal lift. there's people there. in my sleeping head i noticed the faces seems familiar but different enough for them to be foreign strangers. all this while i'm aware i'm in a dream, then the lift took off. i was thinking of what to do... because it's interesting but also it's lowkey scary💀 i don't want to have existentialism crisis lol

then sooner i just woke up like that. i noticed the windows in my room, some light shone and realized i'm not dreaming anymore. i try to close my eyes, thinking of the setting but i ended up sleeping pretty peacefully after that. dreams are wild like that.

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saturday, may 6th 2023.

just had the weirdest dreams ever. in this dream i was a guy that had a history with music bands. i met the band once (in the dream), and after a while, i left, but somehow was invited? to meet up with them. it's in bali. pretty far from my place, that i rented a car and a driver guy to get me there. wrote his number on a piece of paper.

we got to bali, some obscure street. the car i rented left, and i visited the place i used to visit, and the neighborhood is luxurious. theres unnecessary pool, but also, some people in traditional clothes doing...i don't know, preparing for a religious day. turned out someone told me, it's an important day there. i shouldn't be wandering where the locals are doing they're thing, disturbing them. and also the fact that the bands (he knows them) isn't staying here anymore but a few blocks away. i kind of want to look for the place.

i went away somewhere. and for some reason this guy that told me about the day, took me somewhere. i don't remember where. i just know it's a... crowded day. lots of visitors. and i get it, bali and all. i think it's a beach, or someplace. the weird thing is, people need to leave their shoes in a big changing locker like hallway, to visit the place. doing like the others do, i place my shoes at some rank among the others, and also i placed the piece of paper containing the number of the driver guy there. i went inside, whatever inside is.

i was confused, where am i being lead on? some staff? led us, me, to another room. this time a literal changing room. and whatever happens i don't remember but being confused because a foreigner was in his beach-ready attire in some dark?? changing room, and i frantically looked for a way to exit. found it, back to the hallway with shoes. but the most important thing. can't find my shoes. can't find my piece of paper.

i shuffled and walked back and forth, scanning the shelf for my shoes. there's like, ton of shoes and i can't remember where i put mine. i was also getting anxious because the piece of paper... it contains the number of the car driver guy. how the heck am i going to return home like this? bali is a lot of kilometers away... i can't take bus, it's like 20 hours long drive. (and why is renting a car better idk), so i looked up ticket flight for the evening flights to my place. yeah, way too out of my budget.

at this point i panicked, i want to go home. but i can't. there's cameos of people from the same college extracurricular activities i partake and me trying to hide from them, because of course i am. they're in groups, im alone. i also met two classmates from high school when i was looking for my shoes. for some reason they're sitting in the shelf (it's a big shelf), and i assumed they're dating. weird... but the guy waved to me when i walk pass them.

and then. i never got home in this dream. i woke up feeling panicked and worried, thinking what should i do... what is my mind trying to tell me idk but the fact that there's recurring plot is kinda worrying. eh... 3 is a small sample to make a conclusion for.

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few minutes after that.

Messed around with chatgpt to decipher my third dreams. hello... WTF??? it feels like being read. Um. Lowkey not doubting the fact that the earth is going to be taken over by robots in the future but. Like, gg, humanity. To just sate my curiosity I asked. And disclaimer i honestly think dreams are just whatever our brains rack to fill in the void that is the darkness while I sleep, so it probably was just some worries coming to the surface, I don't... I don't think it's like a big spiritual thing where some unknown entity put ideas in my mind... But anyway, I this is that they said,

"...desire of change or a need to let go of something that holds you back..." EXCUSE ME,

"...you are lacking in support or guardian in your waking life..." way to tell me im a loser without friends, Mr. AI

"...fear of losing control or stability..." I MEAN DOESN'T EVERYONE ELSE... STOP PUTTING MEANINGS OVER NOTHING *I said as I continue reading*

"...unable to find your way home despite your efforts could suggest that you feel stuck or trapped in your waking life, facing a difficult situation you can't seem to solve..." UMM..... yea... overanalyzing much me thinks. (not....)

Ha! It's just...! This thing really analyzes my dream like how it would dissect a character for an essay. I am slightly disturbed and perplexed. I mean, the interpretation seems like it's a general consensus of things, and, lowkey, I feel like I could... See? How it c could be interpret like this. Being served on a cold plate like this though... Um. Okay. I need to take a bath.

"...feeling like you don't have the tools necessary to navigate forward..." ouch

#ramdreams

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