#Health & Safety (H&S) course

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the island program | r.cameron

[warnings] dark!gray!rafe cameron x addict!reader, billionaire!rafe, obsessive rafe, pogue!reader, sober!rafe, rafe has a private island, rafe and reader with established relationship, kidnapping, descriptions of s ubstance a buse & withdrawal, praise kink, dom/sub dynamic, mental health themes, stockholm syndrome, rafe controls everything, spanking, DUBCON

a/n: I really wanted to write Rafe taking you to his private island :)

divider credit: @/h-aewo

In which the cure for your cravings is a softer life, a secluded island, and Rafe’s personal brand of discipline.

word count: 5.9k

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Rafe hadn’t heard from you in three weeks. He completed his important meetings, signed million-dollar contracts, and immediately tried to get in contact with you. You were always on his mind even though he was never on yours. He’d texted you about fifty times. No reply.

He’d gotten you that expensive phone so you could call if you needed help but you’d never used it when it was an actual emergency. You didn’t call him when you needed to be bailed out. You didn’t call him when you needed a ride from the bar. So stubborn. You’d walk the eight miles back to your motel room in heels. He was starting to believe you were doing this to spite him. 

You did call him, however, when you needed money for drugs. Rafe went in circles with you. You’d shun him when he didn’t give in. When he offered you shelter and let you get high within the safety of his expensive condo, you stole from him. 

It wasn’t always like this. At one point, you actually wanted help. That’s how you and Rafe met. A narcotics anonymous meeting in a church basement that smelled like mildew and cigarettes. It took him two years to actually get clean and that was thanks to the meetings, his sponsors, and his determination to finally fulfill his father’s wishes for his future. He relapsed about three times but now he had been clean for an entire year.

He thrived now. Without the influence of mind-altering substances, he could actually make good business deals. He could make a real future for himself. He grew up lucky but he wouldn’t waste that privilege any longer. He had crawled out of the hole and hoped you would follow behind him. 

Except you didn’t grow up as lucky as Rafe. He thought he was good for you. He recognized the sadness in your eyes. He knew what it felt like when the world was against you. Rafe often took what he wanted but he took his time with you. You needed a sponsor but sponsoring someone required a lot of trust. If you were any other girl, he would’ve devoured you whole. Your soft skin. Big, beautiful, tired eyes. Plump and raspberry-colored lips. Long curls that defied gravity, never tamed by a hair tie. Your uniform usually consisted of a pair of jean shorts and a worn hoodie that swallowed your frame. 

The first time he actually talked to you was outside of the Marlin Mart, after filling up his truck with gas. He wandered into the store for soda and a pack of gum but walked into a chaotic scene. The gas station owner had you by your wrist, shouting curses at you, while you tried to pull away from him, “Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe intervened quickly, “Let her go, man!”

“She’s a thief!” You twisted in his grip, eyes wild, defiant, like a cornered animal ready to bite. “Let me see what's in your pockets!” 

“I don’t have anything, old perv! Let me go!” You shouted back. 

“Let her go,” Rafe said again, placing a strong hand on the man’s chest, commanding, pushing him back, “Calm down, I’m paying for her.”

The man argued, of course, but Rafe talked him off the ledge. When Rafe turned back to you, he gave you a warning look. C’mon, I’m helping you not get arrested, he wanted to say. You gave in a moment later. You emptied your pockets. A bag of skittles, potato chips, and a can of Modelo. Rafe took in a breath, taking the items in his hands, and walked over to the gas station counter. 

You spoke to him the first time when Rafe found you outside, leaning against a tall ice box, “You didn’t have to do that.” 

Rafe gave you your items, wondering you were hungry and this was your sad excuse for a meal, “I’m Rafe, I’ve seen you at a few meetings.” 

You didn’t give away whether you really recognized him or not. It didn’t matter, Rafe had already memorized the details of your face. You could brush him off but he’d find a way to talk to you again. He wanted to know you. 

“Hmm,” Was all you said. 

“If you want a real meal, I could take you to the Wreck. We could talk about the program, and you know, recovery.”

“I don’t put out for gas station food and burgers,” When you rolled your eyes, sticking your hands in your jacket pockets, Rafe’s lips pressed into a thin line. 

“I’m not – not trying to be shady. It’s just been awhile since I’ve met someone under the age of thirty who’s in recovery. Just trying to be nice. It’s on me, you don’t have to give me anything in return.”

You used to look at Rafe like he was an alien. Like no one from his side of the island had ever spoken a kind word to you. You didn’t trust him. Rafe wasn’t sure if you knew how to trust anyone. Later, the two of you talked over bowls of hot gumbo. Well, Rafe did most of the talking. He talked about how hard it’s been maintaining his sobriety, how much he’s grateful for the sponsor that practically saved his life, and how much more control he feels over his life. 

Rafe always like control. It just took him so long to realize how much chaos all of the alcohol and blow were bringing to his life. He saw something spark in your eyes, a glimmer of something real, but it went away quickly. 

At the end of the lunch, you leaned across the table, a wicked smile on your lips, “I bet you know where the Kooks like to party. I’ve never tried any expensive shit. Maybe we could get fucked up tonight.” 

You hadn’t been listening. Not really. But he understood why. He would help you get to the other side of your problems. You were too beautiful to leave to your own demons. Rafe could save you. 

He should’ve known that you’d disable your location services. It slowed him down but Rafe had prepared for this. He had informats. Other druggies that would keep eyes on you and snitch on the dealers who sold to you. Sheriff deputies that gave him a call whenever you got booked into the county jail. 

He tracked you down to a motel, someone had seen you enter a room with some lowlife guy last night. They were lucky to have disappeared before Rafe arrived. Rafe couldn’t even count on two hands how many sleazy guys had to injure to the point of hospilization because he found them on top of you while you were out of it or because they had sold you something. 

Rafe knew you were starting to hate him. He could take the hate. As long as you were alive. 

Surprisingly, you weren’t passed out when he found you. You opened the door when he knocked. He could smell that you were newly showered, your hair freshly washed, but Rafe quickly spotted the remnants of last nights “fun” sitting on the nightstand. You were wrapped in a robe, a mascara wand in your hand, your makeup half done. 

“Who paid for the room? I know it wasn’t you.”

An eye roll, of course, “I have more sugar daddies than you, Rafe.”

“I’m not–” He stopped himself from arguing, “What are you getting ready for?”

“None of your business,” You turned away, marching towards the bathroom, “You worry so much.”

Rafe followed, standing in the doorway. He watched the way your hands trembled as you tried to paint your eyelashes. The tremors were new. Things were getting bad. How were things getting worse when his leash had tightened so much?

“Y/N,” Rafe said, tired, exhausted, “I want to help you.”

“And I never asked for your fucking help,” You said although Rafe knew you didn’t mean it, “I’m going away for a while. Gonna get out of your hair.”

His fingers tightened around the wooden trim of the door frame, “With who?”

“Always with the questions,” Even now, you were beautiful. Even with bloodshot eyes and track marks on your skin, “You can’t stop me.”

“I can. I have before. I’ll tie you down to the bed and stop you from hurting yourself.”

“What if I told you I was going to get help?” You looked at him and Rafe knew you were lying. All you did was lie, “My friend knows about this new treatment program. I’ve done every program this entire state has to offer. She’s gonna drive me there.”

“And you need mascara for rehab?”

“Anyways, it’s in Florida. Gonna make it a little road trip. You should be happy for me. I’m finally listening to you.”

“If you go, you’ll probably get yourself killed in a few weeks.”

“Fuck you, Rafe.” The mascara hit the sink with a clatter. You turned, fists flying at his chest. He let you. When the hits got harder, more frantic, he caught your wrists, then your waist. You weighed less than the last time this happened. You always forgot to eat when you were using.

He sat you on the edge of the bed, pinning your thighs when you tried to kick. It was nothing. Rafe was all muscle, all control. You were all bones and smoke.

“Ugh,” you groaned, still struggling, “What do you want, huh? I can do this on my own.”

“You can’t,” Rafe said, feeling like a broken record, “Come home with me. I’ll take care of you.” 

Rafe felt some of the tension in your body melt away, your shoulders sagged, and you let out a breath. You were considering it, he thought. Maybe you’d finally grown exhausted too. He loosened his grip and fixed his blue eyes on yours, “Hey, I’m serious,” He continued, “You need sleep and an actual meal. I promise there will be no hospitals, no doctors, just you and me.”

“Rafe,” You whispered weakly. He saw a glimmer of that innocent side he knew was inside of you. A little girl begging to be taken care of and loved, “I see the way you look at me…”

“What way do I look at you?” Rafe noticed it though he didn’t give it away in his eyes. Your legs parted slightly, your head tilted to the side as you looked him over. Your eyes became playful. 

“Like you think I’m pretty …. even like this.”

“I do,” Rafe said, his voice deep and sure, “I think you’re beautiful, Y/N.” 

“You can have me. You can have it.”

“Y/N-“

“I know you want to. I’d play nice. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

You smiled. Rafe’s heart was breaking in his chest. 

“And you’d want something in return,” Rafe spoke knowingly. You parted your lips to argue but Rafe continued. He stood tall, towering over your figure, “You think I couldn’t have already taken that from you if that’s all I wanted? It wouldn’t be hard even if you didn’t play nice. You’re weak. You’re fucked up every time I see you. Sad thing is, you’d probably let me do it over and over again if that meant you could score.” 

His voice hardened. The words landed like punches. And still, you didn’t look away.

“Stop,” That was all you managed. 

“That’s not all I want, Y/N. I want all of you. I want you safe. Clean. Sober. I want you to fucking listen to me not because you’re looking for your next fix. I want you to listen because I’m the one who gives a shit. Who’s going to give you everything you need. Guidance. Structure. Love. All of it.” 

You shook your head. You probably stopped listening in the middle of his rambling, “I don’t deserve that.”

“I’ll tell you what you deserve,” Rafe let out a breath. His rough hands nervously roamed over his shirt, buzzed hair, “Get your shit together. You’re not going to fucking Florida. If you don’t want me to have your friend arrested for possession then you’ll pack your shit and get in my truck.” 

You stood, shoulders squared like you wanted to fight, but you were shaking again. You’d burned through whatever energy you have left. You were hollow. Empty. Rafe could see it.

“You want to own me,” you spat, but the words lacked conviction. 

“I already have you, angel. That’s what I can’t get you to understand.”

That night, Rafe gave you another chance. Took you home. Let you put yourself together. Fed you until you were sick. It was routine. You relaxed, laughed a little, told him scraps of what you'd been through. You always smiled through the shame. You fell asleep against his chest during some movie neither of you were watching. He carried you upstairs. You probably hadn’t slept in three days.

The banging woke him up just after dawn. You were gone.

He moved downstairs, groggy and shirtless, drawstring pants hanging low on his hips. The banging was frantic. He opened the kitchen drawer and took out the syringe Barry gave him. He’d practiced. He was ready.

Rafe held the full syringe at his side as he approached the front door. There you were, wild and furious. “You locked me in? Open the door, Rafe! I’m serious, I can’t do this. Please,” Your eyes wandered down to his right hand, hanging by his side, “What’s that?”

Rafe slowly closed the distance between you. The rest had given you some of your strength back. Even as you scratched at his arms, Rafe kept you pinned to the door, “Rafe! Don’t! Please!” You screamed, tears in your eyes. 

He shushed you as the needle finally pricked the side of your neck. Your eyes were wide and sad, “It’s okay, baby. I got you,” Your eyelids started to droop and you pushed at him weakly. Rafe caught you when your legs finally gave out, “It’s okay, just sleep. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You sat up too quickly. You were going to be sick. Your seatbelt kept you in place. You squeezed at the soft, italian-leather of your seat. You tried to get your bearings. Your lips parted. You thought you were talking but your voice came out in a moan. 

You sat back, your body was weak, your head lolled to the side. A window. Clouds. A blue ocean. Your eyes fluttered until they were wide open, “Easy,” A familiar voice said. 

“What did you do?” Your voice cracked. You tugged at your seat but your fine motor skills were practically useless. You were so foggy. Not in the way you usually felt when you were coming down or withdrawing. That needle. He’d knocked you out. On purpose. “What the fuck did you do?”  

He was calm. Calmer than he’d ever been. 

“It was the only way. You were hysterical yesterday. And you haven’t been in your right mind for a long time,” You shook your head, “I made a decision. And you’re gonna hate me for awhile. But this is gonna be good for you. For us, too.”

You’d really done it this time. This was your fault. Why did you have to show the most unhinged side of yourself to him?

You were so angry at him. If you were honest with yourself, it wasn’t because you were sitting on his private jet, going to a foreign place. It wasn’t even because you actually hated him. It was because you knew that Rafe wasn’t going to let your skin touch another heroin needle, let your lips taste another sip of alcohol, or let you smoke another joint to mellow your withdrawal symptoms. 

Fuck, you thought. Fuck. Fuck. 

Despite the warnings from his business partners about the futility of the tiny island of Isla Brisas, five hundred miles from the Ecuadorian coast, Rafe had proved them all wrong. There was no long-lost treasure, but his plan had not led to Cameron Development's bankruptcy as they had predicted. Not only had his men found gold, but there was a good chance that the parts of the island that had yet to be explored would yield similar findings. 

His secret project. No one would ever disturb the two of you. No one would even be looking for you, he knew that. But he wanted you to feel like it was only the two of you in this world. No one on the island would consider helping you. The closest piece of civilization was thirty miles away on the Galapagos islands. 

The villa was tucked between a grove of palm trees. The backyard stretched into the soft slope of a green hillside. The front of the house had a winding, stone path that led to an infinity pool before a five-minute walk shaded by tropical trees took you to a private beach. White sand sparkled underneath the sun, kissed by turquoise waves.. 

There were no fences. No barbed wire. No obvious guards. But inside there were rooms with locks that clicked shut when he pleased. Windows that let in the sun during the day but provided blackout privacy at night. Staff that were local. Silent. Loyal. Bought. 

The first two weeks on the island happened in a blur. The bed was massive, the sheets always cool, even though your skin was often on fire. If you weren’t sleeping for hours at a time then you weren’t sleeping at all. You threw up everyday. Rafe was usually there, holding your hair, rubbing circles on your back. You begged him everyday to stop letting you suffer, to help you feel better. 

“I am making you better,” He’d always say. The only drugs he gave you helped your sleep and nausea, they didn’t get you high, and a week into the nightmare, he starting giving you something for the depression and anxiety. The depression was probably the worst symptom. 

He carried you from the bed, to the bathroom, and to the bathtub. He brushed your teeth, detangled your hair, and changed your clothes. You fought him in the ways that you could. It didn’t matter. Rafe did what he wanted. You kept trying to hate him.

One morning, you finally had the strength to pick yourself off the bed. You looked down at your hands and legs. Some of the bruising on your inner arms had started to fade, some had scarred. You could already tell there was more meat on your bones. Your stomach didn’t ache with hunger. You smoothed your hand down over your dress. The yellow night gown was light-weight, smooth and your fingers traced over the lacy floral designs that decorated it. It barely reached the middle of your thigh. And you were sure you’d never worn anything like this. You’d never worn anything this nice. Nothing so…delicate. 

You wobbled towards the master bathroom. It was so big that even your steps seemed to echo. You gasped when you saw your appearance. Tentatively, you touched the skin of your face, unsure that it was really yours. You looked brighter, your eyes were no longer sunken in, the darkness under your eyes had smoothed out. 

You looked away and wandered further into the bathroom. You took note of a modern soaking tub and a spacious shower with a rainfall shower head. You found the walk-in closet next, a heavy silence pressing against you. You were walking into someone else’s life, you were sure of that. It was neatly organized, large, and one side, from floor to ceiling, hung all of Rafe’s polished clothing.

On the other side was a stark contrast. Your fingers grazed over the soft fabric of a dress that was hanging at eye level. Silk, just like the one you were wearing, except this one would reach down past your knees. Soft hues of pink blush, pale golds, baby blues, and creamy whites filled the racks. More dresses. Skirts. Delicate. Frilly, even. The only pants you found were shorts and those were all silk as well. Pastel ribbons and lace. 

Your fists squeezed at your side. Did he expect you to feel happy? This wasn’t yours. This was the wardrobe of some island princess. Who did he think you were? You closed your eyes tight. God, you just wanted to get high. This would all be easier if you didn’t have to feel. You could handle this. You could pretend to be what he wanted if he just let you get high. 

You found Rafe on the balcony connected to the bedroom. Looking through the glass sliding door, you saw him leaning against the balcony’s railing, a phone pressed to his ear. The view behind him was dazzling. The sand was so white it was blinding. He wore board shorts and a cream-colored unbuttoned shirt. The conversation seemed tense. 

This was your chance. You weren’t sure if you wanted to step forward or to run. You took a step back but just as you did, his head turned. He said something into the phone that you couldn’t hear. You turned quickly, too fast, you felt a headache coming on. You hurried to the bedroom door anyways, padding over a soft carpet, before you tried to yank at the large, mahogany doors. They didn’t budge. Of course. 

You heard the glass doors slide open and the sound of crashing waves flooded your ears. 

“You’re out of bed,” He said. You turned, pressing your back against the door, and mentally cursed. Rafe looked different too. He looked happy, hopeful, “Look at you… you look so good–”

“Where is this place?”

“Far, far away.”

You pressed a hand to you forehead, “God, I feel like shit.”

“I know,” Rafe spoke, eyes understanding, “It’s gonna be a process. But you - you look better than you have in so long.”

“I don’t–”

“You really do,” Rafe took a step forward. He was so handsome. Sometimes you forgot. He was tall, commanding, and he seemed to be coming into his own even more as his business became more successful. You hadn’t even seen the rest of the house but you never understood until now how successful he’d become. It made your stomach twist,  “I love you like this.”

You shook your head defiantly, “At the detox clinic, they give you stuff to help with the cravings. Helps with the withdrawal. It’s too painful without. Just a small amount would help wean me off.”

“You’re not going to find a bottle of wine in this house. No pills. No stash under the sink. Best I can do is an ibuprofen.”

Your chest heaved and your eyes started to burn, “That’s not enough. You can’t just lock me up and expect me to raw dog my way through withdrawal.”

His expression didn’t change, even as your tears started to fall, “I hate to see you in pain. I’m here to take care of you but I need your cooperation. If you sit down on the bed, I’ll give you some pain medication.”

“I don’t want your fucking medicine!” Rafe’s jaw clenched, “Take me home!”

In a matter of seconds, he had you by your wrists, and was hauling you over to the bed, “You make this easier for yourself by listening. I’m done playing by your rules. I’m in control now. Do you hear me?” Rafe growled, pinning your arms above your head. His knees parted your legs and he pressed his weight onto you, “You are going to be obedient.”

“You can’t do this,” You whined, struggling beneath him, “You can’t fucking do this!”

“I can!” His deep voice rumbled across your skin, and for the first time, you were actually scared of him, “I’ve decided I’m not going to let you kill yourself. I’ve decided you’re going to live and this is the life I’m giving you. You’re going to do what I say, when I say it. You’re going to eat three meals a day, exercise, take your fucking vitamins, breathe fresh air, and you’re going to act like you’re happy until it starts to feel real.”

“Fine, okay – just let go – you’re hurting me–”

He scoffed. “Hurting you? After what you’ve done to yourself? After what you’ve let happen to you? I’m the one hurting you?”

And then his mouth was on yours. Crushing. Possessive. Final.

It felt like love. Even though all his weight was on top of you and he hadn’t asked for your permission. It felt like love because of how gentle and hot his kisses were against your lips, against your neck, and against your jaw. He squeezed you tightly but not to bruise. Not because he was getting off on your pain. 

It was a warm embrace. You tried to run from it. It was so overwhelming that he fit against you like a matching puzzle piece. Strong hips rocked against yours and it made you dizzy. It was perfect. Just what you needed. Your headache was gone, all you could feel was him, hard and heavy against you. 

He pushed the top of your nightgown to the side, took your nipples into his mouth, and sucked until your back was arching. “Please don’t,” You begged but the more you talked, the less you were able to hear yourself, “Rafe, I can’t.”

He sounded like an animal, a deep rumbling in this throat, vibrated against your skin. Like you’d denied him so long of his primal instincts. This was your fault. 

“So fucking beautiful,” It was out of your control. He’d decided that you were ready. He got you there easily. Rocking against your hips, grinding into you, making your juices soak through your lacy yellow panties. You were so ready that when he finally pushed inside of you, he met no resistance at all, “All mine.”

Your head tilted back just as a strong hand wrapped around your throat. You screamed but he didn’t stop. He went faster, thrusted deeper, “Look at you,” He spoke in a low rasp, “You’re gonna come already, aren’t you?”

You gritted your teeth. It was painful. You tried to push the pleasure away. He noticed and became relentless. You screamed again, “Fucking feel it,” he commanded, “Fuck, you’re fucking perfect. Made for me. You can take it. Fucking take it.”

Clenching around him, your body betrayed your mind. Reisting had made it worse. You convulsed around him and he tightened his grip around your throat. You expected a break, some sort of relief, when Rafe finally pulled out of you. Your muscles were still twitching, squeezing, your walls ached. You felt empty. 

He flipped your body easily. Your fingers clenched the sheets as he pulled your underwear down to your ankles. A series of spanks against your bare ass made you yelp but you kept still. He pressed his weight down on you again, sliding into your welcoming hole from behind. At this angle, he could go even deeper. He kissed above your ear, “Good girl,” Your lips formed a permanent “o”, “Stay like that. My good girl.”

You came again. This time because of the voice in your ear. It put you in a daze. You didn't know if you wanted to cry or to beg him to stop, but the words didn’t come. Only the sound of his praise, "Good girl," "You're perfect", each word tightening its hold on you, sinking deeper inside. Finally he softly said an, “I love you so much”. You hadn’t ever felt anything like this. Consumed and cared for. Used and loved. It was everything, all at once. 

Rafe didn’t sugar-coat his intentions. He was training you. You made the mistake of showing him that he could give you pleasure. That your mind melted when he was fucking you. He could make you chase after the orgasms. It was the only high he provided you. 

You ate all three meals provided to you and he’d bury his face between your legs on top of the kitchen table. You went out to the pool and swam with him instead of throwing vases, he fucked you hard against a lounge chair. You went a whole week without asking him for drugs and he’d fingered you until you lost your voice. You wore a bow in your hair, a pink mini dress he picked out, and sat in his lap while he worked in his office and you came for the first time with his finger in your ass. 

You’d replaced one addiction with another. You still thought about your old life almost every hour of every day but the pleasure took the edge off. 

The first time you’d seen another person other than a cleaning lady was when Barry, Rafe’s business partner, came to visit. He warned you to be on your best behavior. You saw it as a chance to be on Rafe’s good side for a long time. Maybe that meant you would be able to get away with more. Maybe that meant he’d do that thing again where he tied you down to the bed, put a vibrator on your clit, and made you cum over and over. 

They were out together, surveying whatever Rafe’s secret project was. He still kept all his business under wraps. All you knew was that there was gold involved. And you’d only heard that when you were eavesdropping on one of his calls. 

When they returned at dinnertime, you had dinner and a dessert ready. Grilled mahi-mahi and sweet potatoes for the entree and chocolate cake for dessert. You started early, knowing you might burn your first attempt. Luckily, you perfected the recipe on the second attempt. 

You chose a floral, white dress, one that was low-cut and showed off your ever developing breasts. You were slightly insecure about them but Rafe complimented your blossoming figure consisting. 

Rafe eyed you cautiously but Barry was more than impressed. You hugged Barry to greet him and you felt the man’s hands linger on your waist for a moment too long. 

You made conversation easily. Your tone was light, almost fake, but this was how Rafe wanted you. You smiled until it felt real. Barry thought all of his jokes were funny. You laughed politely. 

You served them both chocolate cake, leaning over each of them as you scooped a slice on to each of their plates. Rafe eyed you again, “After dessert, should we all get in the pool?” You asked, your eyes flirty and on Barry. He smiled, gold-tooth flashing. 

“That sounds–”

Rafe interrupted him, “You want a beer, Barry?”

Your heart pounded. Your lips parted, “A beer?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Barry responded, unaware of the tension between you and Rafe.

“Angel, could you get two beers for me and Barry from the fridge in the pantry? I had some flown in the other day,” You hid your hands behind your back, to hide how bad they’d started shaking. 

You hadn’t noticed any beers. Then again, you hadn’t looked in that fridge in awhile. What was he doing? Without another word, you turned on your heels and made your way to the pantry. To your surprise, and likely, your downfall, there was a pack of beers in the fridge. 

Shaking you picked up two. Just two. You stared down at them, cold, condensation dripping down the glasses. Fuck. You hadn’t chosen this. Rafe chose this. It was just beer. It wasn’t a hard drug. He didn’t have the right to do this. He was testing you. 

It took everything in you to walk back to the table and set them in front of each of the men, “Thanks, sweet thing.”

Still trembling, you sat back down in your seat. You were sweating. You watched both of them. Rafe’s strong hands twisted open his bottle. You sat eerily still as the men enjoyed their dessert and the alcohol. The conversation continued without you. 

You tuned back in when you heard Rafe say, “Why don’t you head out there, Barry, and we’ll join you in a second.”

Barry’s eyes flicked between you and Rafe, suspicious, before he said, “Sure.”

When the coast was clear, Rafe asked, “What are you trying to do?”

“What?” You asked though your attention was fixed on his glass. 

“You’re trying to get something,” Rafe said. Of course you were. All addicts do is use other people to get what they want. 

You didn’t move your eyes from the glass. 

“Hey, look at me,” And you did. It had become second nature. Do as your told, “You’re strong. You’ve been doing so good.”

“I’m not,” You disagreed.

Rafe tilted his head back, taking a sip, “You’re my good girl, right?”

“Yes,” You said quickly, “I’m trying. Maybe if I could just have a sip–”

“I know what you really want, Y/N, and you know I can’t give you that,” Rafe continued, voice steady, “You know what I can give you though.”

You nodded, “Okay,” You rubbed your hands nervously over your dress. Your palms were sweaty, “Can I have your cock, please? Can you make me cum?”

“Stand up, lift up your dress and bend over the table,” You did so quickly. You even made sure to pull down your panties. You were already wet. He didn’t need to warm you up. Sometimes you liked it better when he skipped the foreplay and went straight for what he wanted. You liked it. You had a purpose. You had love. 

He didn’t move immediately. He watched you. He took his time, finished his beer. 

“All this was because you wanted a reward, huh?”

“Yes, Rafe.”

His chair scraped against the marble floor as he stood. God, you were soaked. If he could just touch you –“You trying to manipulate me now? Use my friend to get what you want?”

“N-No–”

He spanked you so hard you screamed, one of your legs kicking up as you tried to fight through the pain, “Y-Yes, I-I’m sorry!”

“I know when you’re lying. I’ve always fucking known. You’re bad at it.”

“I’m sorry,” Another spank. You winced. 

“You’re not gonna have a sip of beer. You’re not gonna cum either, okay?”

“Rafe, please, I’ll be–” Five hard spanks. 

“Shut up, angel,” Five more spanks, “This is what this has all been about. Discipline. Not giving into temptation. You’re so close to getting it.”

Shame. You used to run from it. You were so ashamed of your life and your decisions that you wanted to feel nothing. With Rafe, you felt everything. Shame. Depression. Happiness. Pleasure. All of it. He didn’t let you run from it. 

He kept going until you were sobbing and your thighs were glistening with the need that had dripped down from your aching center. 

When he was done, he was out of breath. You were sorry. So sorry. He was right. You just needed more discipline, “Thank you,” You whispered, pulling your body from the table. Your body had grown stronger but you were still so much weaker than him. Part of you liked that, “Thank you, Rafe.”

You got down to you knees, “For what, angel?”

“For caring,” Your voice was so weak. You hugged his leg, rested your head against his knee, “Thank you for caring.”

He bent down, brushing a hand through your hair before trailing his fingers gently along your cheek. You leaned into his touch instinctively, eyes fluttering closed.

“I want you to go upstairs,” he murmured, “put on your swimsuit—the one-piece with the sunflowers. Then grab one of my belts and lay it on the bed and come back down.” 

“I’m going to spank you again tonight,” he continued, almost reverent. “And I want you to thank me again. Just like this. Just as perfect as you are right now.”

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. Trembling legs brought you up the stairs. You’d never felt like this before. You wanted Rafe to be proud of you.

Reblogs w/ your thoughts are the best way to support me! Please message me with drabble ideas for this au if you have any :)

[reallyromealone]

Reader is short in this

I'm fixated on this man so be warned

Malleus x male reader

Omegaverse

"Hey... We aren't trying to take your omega" Lilia said softly to his ward, Malleus holding (name) close in his arms in the depths of the dorms, (name) unconscious in his arms as the Fae prince kept him safe in his hold.

His green eyes practically glowed as he growled at his guardian "I know, he's your mate... But he needs help" (name) had bruises, having been attacked by another student when Malleus was passing by, they understood protecting him but he was treating (name) like he was his mate.

Lilia sighed as he looked at the other whom he considered his pup "your omega is injured pup, let me help" his voice soothing and calm, a tone he used when Malleus was just a hatchling and it seemed to resonate in his brain, the feral fae prince allowing Lilia to come close and inspect the Omega he claimed as his mate "good hatchling" Lilia said to his adoptive son, Malleus grunting as he watched carefully "you did so good protecting him, he only has a few bruises" nothing magic couldn't fix after all.

Malleus preened under his adoptive sires praise, fully feral as he pulled (name) back into his hold "why don't you show him your hoard? Keep him safe" Lilia said softly, watching the other take (name) into his walk in closet, the dragon fae pleased to have (name) amongst the hoard/nest.

The teachers made quick work to remove the problem student as word got around about the incident, a few witnesses seeing it, reporting it to the staff immediately.

And now they could only wait for the prince to snap out of it for the safety of (name).

When (name) woke he was surrounded by warmth and the smell of spring and campfire, sleepily snuggling into the chest of--

Looking up his eyes connected with emerald eyes, shrouded by long black strands of hair, horns stop at the base of his crown.

"H-hi?" He was confused and startled, his last memories being pinned against books and nearly assaulted "mate" Malleus said simply as he scented the Omega, nose brushing his neck lovingly. (Name) didn't know what to do, his omega soothed by the gestures that the other showed "were you the one that helped me?" (Name) asked knowing he wasn't going to get a response as he adjusted himself to look at the other clearly "thank you Malleus" he whispered and the others lizard brain slowly processed the praise and rumbled before gently nipping (name)s cheek as a form of kiss.

(Name) was thankful for health class, learning how to get an alpha out of a feral state though it was easier said than done with his nerves.

Gently he took his face in his hands and kissed him "please come back..." He was awkward as he tried to seem submissive to the other, pumping out calming pharamones to convince the other.

It took an hour before the lights turned on behind his eyes and he inspected him "thanks for helping me... Sorry I made you go feral"

"You're my mate, of course I would" Malleus said as if it were an obvious fact and (name) was confused "what are you talking about?" They weren't mates? They hadn't even spoken before this "I could sense it" malleus held (name)s hand and mumbled an incantation, the closet glowed slightly as a flower bloomed on each of their hands, identical to one another "Fae magic allows one to see their soulmate through flowers" malleus explained and (name) was in awe as the flowers disappeared like bits of shattered glass before fading out of existence "so... You want me?"

"You are my mate, why wouldn't I?" Malleus spoke like it was obvious "you will return with me to the briar valley" he said assuredly and (name) smiled "you will have to take that up with my brother" (name) said softly and Malleus tilted his head but just held him close.

Lilia smiled at his ward, weeks had passed and Malleus was giving (name) very fae like courting gifts, plants and magic items and (name) in return gave him food and scented items.

It was quite cute but (name)s older brother wasn't a fan, Leona glaring at the relationship but didn't say anything, knowing his brother was happy, the Omega having multiple sources of scary dog privileges.

And with one of the most powerful mages as a mate. Leona didn't have any particular worries.

People found it funny how (name) could be carried by his new mate, Malleus a few times draping himself over the short lion who in turn soaked up the warmth.

[thescarlettbitch]

Offering ideas

Of course, the usual, I am not saying these are the only things you can give as an offering, just some ideas if maybe you're just starting out, or if you're tired of the same old offering.

As always, feel free to leave suggestions! I don't work with every single deity, so there are some I know a significant amount more about worshipping (obviously). And read the whole post before commenting, please. (CW, discussion of blood and s/h)

General

Candles

Incense

Crystals

Images of the deity

Any and everything you associate with them

For love/beauty deities

Orgasms

Make up

Love letters

Pictures of your loved ones/you

Florals, flowers (fake are acceptable)

Menstrual blood (if you're comfortable doing so)*

A lock of your hair (from a haircut, or maybe whatever falls out)

Aphrodisiac foods (chocolate, strawberries, etc)

Wine/juice

For war deities

Knives

Vent letters

Harsh liquor (like everclear)

Peppers, hot spices

Blood (again, if you're comfortable doing so)*

Lighters/matches

For art/music/creative deities

Guitar (or violin or cello or whatever) strings (if you have them)/sheet music

Make a physical mixtape of their Playlist — using a CD, it's not hard it's just time-consuming, but I'll find a link to link if you need it

Art supplies - paints, paint brushes, canvases, colored pencils, crayons, coloring books, etc

Your artwork

Scratched cds or records that are unplayable

Art museum tickets/brochures/pamphlets

For wisdom deities

Old textbooks

Books in general

Old school notebooks/notes/workbooks

Pens and pencils

History museum tickets/pamphlets/brochures

For nature dieties

Flowers (fake or real)

Potting soil/soil from your garden/yard

Compost bin (if doable)

Pressed flowers

Leaves collected from plants in your area (flowers or trees)

Gardening books/books on identifying plants

Animal iconography

Found feathers/antlers/claws/teeth (emphasis on found, and make sure they're safe— some are illegal to have and some may carry diseases so be careful)

Maps of wildlife/topographical maps

For death deities

Pictures of the dead in your family

Graveyard dirt (respectfully sourced)

Coins

Family heirlooms

Ethically sourced animal bones (again, be safe, don't touch roadkill or anything similar if you don't know what you're doing.)

For home/hearth deities

Ash from your fireplace

Pictures of your family (found or biological)

Portion of a home-cooked meal

Cookbooks

Old housekeys that don't fit the locks anymore

For parental deities

Parenting books

Old family photo albums

Anything that gives you a sense of safety/nostalgia

For health deities

Old/empty medication bottles

Medication before you take it

Books on medicinal practices

For sea/ocean/water deities

A bottle of water

Seashells

Sand

Salt

For wind/sky/air deities

Air freshener

A fan

Pictures of the sunset/sunrise/stars that you've taken

For traveller deities

Old licenses

Worn out shoelaces

Pieces of old shoes (cleaned) (if you feel the need to)

Coins

Old ticket stubs

Travel maps

Brochures for tourist spots

For queer deities

Queer history books

Anything you associate with being queer

Pride inspired things (pronoun pins, pride flags, etc)

For inventive deities

Printouts of blueprints

Anything you create (sculptures, paintings, music, anything)

Metal puzzles

* about blood magic

I did a poll asking the community their thoughts on the use of blood in witchcraft, you can find that discussion here.

Some people believe that it is the most dangerous form of magic. Some will tell you to not do it no matter what. I am not going to tell you what to believe on this, I am going to tell you to read about the history of blood magic, read about how people currently use blood magic, read about what could be considered a closed practice and what isn't, etc. Come to your own belief. Someone on my post mentioned to be aware of how you are collecting the blood, making sure that you're not going to trigger yourself and such, and I want to bring that up here too. By no means should you be regularly harming yourself.

[guildofpriapus]

S E E H O W T H E Y R U N

The practice of "coursing" recalcitrant wives is frowned upon by The Guild, and is not supported. However, the popularity of this practice has meant a danger of the sport going underground; therefore it is allowed to take place on County land if properly observed and monitored by our Health and Safety team.

The events are organized by us, but Riverdale citizens are prohibited from legally taking part. Although the wives are from Riverdale, most of the participants are from out of county, often from abroad. It is an expensive sport.

Wives are entered with their husbands full consent and approval. In coursing circles this is known as "running the bitch" or "running the vixen".

The "vixen" is released and given a 20 minute lead, before the hunt proper begins.

She will be in an encasement suit with heeled boots, which makes running difficult in some areas.

Permitted equipment is used to harry the vixen before running her to ground. Sometimes, dart guns are used to slow her down, although this is considered unsporting by enthusiasts.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

That. Fucking. MOUTH

Oh my God i'm actually screaming inside what the fuck. LOOK AT BABYGIRL'S PRETTY LIPS DJSGJDGSJS but i'm really looking at this gif—

This fucking gif somehow awakened the med kink inside of me so this is gonna be a ramble that contains a mix of med kink and pup play (maybe a little guard dog ish?👀) But i swear s, look at his teeth, look at his lips. What if those fingers were replaced by someone else's? Maybe pup's getting his teeth and mouth examined every week. He's sittin on the carpet, blue eyes staring up at Buck cause how can he not? Daddy looks so gorgeous he wants to worship him all day, whine at his feet or even— “C'mon, open wide pup.” Bucky repeated his words cause he was sure that his pup didn't hear him the first time. Steve whines for a second, blinking a few times before finally doing so, Bucky only able to chuckle at how good his pup was. Bucky hummed softly, pushing his upper lip and fat bottom lip aside just so he could get a good look at those goddamn teeth of his, all sharp and strong. “You been taking care of these?” Bucky hums, his voice soft but somewhat stern as he looks down at the poor puppy, running the pad of his rubber covered thumb over Steve's canine teeth. Steve nods, face red from the humiliation of Bucky's fingers rubbing over his sensitive gums and tongue, hanging his jaw wide open— trying his best to keep his lips parted for daddy.

Ehgdjege in conclusion :

THOSE FUCKING LIPSSS 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

R I G H T ?

JESUS CHRIS(T), WHY IS HE ALLOWED TO LOOK LIKE THAT.

And, PRECISELY, that gif. That is the gutting gif. Like. Literally! You get it! It's absolutely giving 🤌🏻medical exam roleplay🤌🏻 Examining that pretty mouth to make sure everything looks nice and healthy.

(Don't do this to meeee! Guard dog? Guh.)

That's--

Yeah 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I love that.

Like, I am imagining that Bucky regularly carries out these exams of Steve, making sure his dog is constantly in the best shape possible. He wants Steve in good health for his own safety and comfort, of course, but he also wants him in good health to make sure that anyone Bucky wants to stay away is warded off.

Thanks to these exams, Steve is well-groomed with rippling muscles and white, shiny teeth. And, truthfully, there's nothing more frightening to someone who’s not where they are supposed to be than a well-trained guard dog with sharp teeth gleaming behind snarling lips, just waiting for the command to attack--completely obedient and loyal to their Master and ready to prove it.

Steve's greatest, deepest pleasure comes from doing as his Master says. He wants to please him badly. He will do anything to protect him.

Also, just, Jesus Christ, the mental image of Bucky beckoning Steve over to him with just a click of his tongue and a smooth hand gesture in order to examine him is too much.

So is the image of Steve (naked other than his heavy-duty chain collar) obediently sticking out his tongue for Bucky to stroke the length with two fingertips… too much... he goes farther, though. Bucky purposefully triggers his gag reflex to see his dog's eyes involuntarily water and force him to start to drool. He doesn't otherwise move a muscle, though; too well trained. As Bucky runs his finger along his pet’s gums under his lips, top and bottom, he watches, rapt, at how much more drool spills from his mouth all wet and shiny and pretty. There's a puddle collecting on the floor. Bucky knows that his dog would lick it up if he commanded him to. He would, he will, he always will listen to his Master.

Fuck me. 🥴

Thank you for giving me the excuse to let the intrusive horny thoughts win, lmao

[alexesguerra]

Share Your Love Share Your Love Contributor(s): Katz, Susan B (Author) , Poh, Jennie (Illustrator) Publisher: Bala Kids ISBN: 164547111X Physical Info: 0.39" H x 10.63" L x 9.06" W (0.9 lbs) 32 pages SUSAN B. KATZ is an award-winning bilingual author, National Board Certified Teacher, educational consultant, and long-time meditation practitioner. Susan is also the founder and executive director of Connecting Authors, a national nonprofit bringing children's book authors and illustrators into schools and libraries as role models of literacy and the arts. Katz served as the Strategic Partner Manager for Authors at Facebook and delivers keynotes at conferences nationally and internationally. You can read more about her books and school visits at www.susankatzbooks.com. JENNIE POH was born in London and spent her formative years in Malaysia, returning to the UK at the age of nine. She studied fine art at The Surrey Institute of Art & Design, alongside illustration courses at Central St. Martins. She mainly works digitally but enjoys making her own paintbrushes and textures, using natural materials such as leaves, bark, flowers, and anything else she may find while out walking. Jennie's clients include Bloomsbury, Little Tiger Press, Harrods, Magination Press, Baker Publishing, Capstone Publishing, Sleeping Bear Press, Lantana Press, and Eden Cooper. Review Quotes: "This beautiful and happy book will bring pleasure to all the adults who read and sing it and all the little people who have it read and sung to them. It is a must for every child's library and a perfect baby shower gift to have at arm's reach at all times. Blessings are the universal soothers for those offering them and those receiving them. May all beings be blessed!" -- Sylvia Boorstein, author of Pay Attention, For Goodness' Sake and Spirit Rock Meditation Founder and Teacher " Share Your Love is a gorgeously written and illustrated guide to teaching lovingkindness practices to children and their caregivers. Like the practice itself, the rhymes will echo in mind and heart, long after finishing the book." -- Dr. Christopher Willard, Harvard Medical School faculty and author of Alphabreaths " Share Your Love should be on every child's shelf. Lovingkindness is the antidote to a world of violence and will give children a sense of agency that they, too, can spread love to friends, family, community members, and even those they don't see eye-to-eye with. Share Your Love is a beautiful path to creating more peace in the world." -- Arianna Huffington, Founder & CEO, Thrive Global "Charming, fun, original, memorable, inspiring, Share Your Love is an extraordinary and very special picture book." -- Midwest Book Review Publisher Marketing: 2024 NAPPA Award winner A playful, rhyming book for kids ages 3-7 on how to send loving, kind thoughts to yourself and others to make the world a better place. ​ Keep sharing your love from morning till night. See the change you can make with a love that shines bright. Worried or sad, grateful or glad, you can send good wishes to yourself, others, and the whole world with your thoughts! Just repeat these simple phrases: "May you be protected and safe. May you feel happy and pleased. May your body be healthy, and may you live with ease." This book teaches young readers that even from far away, you can wish others happiness, good health, peace, and safety. Starting with the individual child and extending outward to the whole universe, the rhyming couplets and beautiful art carry the reader through the thoughtful process of extending love and kindness to yourself and all those around you. The book makes a great daily ritual to increase lovingkindness, and if a child is having a rough time or witnessing outside struggles, they can use the repeated phrases in the book to find peace and calm.

[chringylingy]

FAQs

What the H*CK is the dress code?

Whatever you want! Do you want to show up in pajamas? Nice. Want to wear a ball gown? Amazing. Want to wear nothing but boxers and a bra? Incredible. Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable and most like yourself is what you should wear! If you typically present more masculine and want to try out what it’s like to wear a skirt, do it! You will not be upstaging anyone. BUT, if you’re looking for an excuse to be fancy — THIS is it.

When and how do I RSVP?

Please RSVP by Feb. 29, 2024, at this Google Form here.

Where is the venue?

The party will be at the 2640 Space in Charles Village, located at 2640 St. Paul Street Baltimore, Maryland, 21218. It’s a repurposed church that brands itself as “a noncommercial, collectively managed space for radical politics and grassroots culture.” Fun fact: The first openly transgender minister in the United Methodist Church served here in the early 2000s.

Where should I stay?

Leona and Christie prepared a list of recommended places to stay. You can also of course find something on Airbnb and VRBO, if that suits your needs better.

What is there to do in Baltimore?

So glad you asked! Leona and Christie put together an interactive map full of their favorite places you can check out.

How do I get around?

Baltimore’s public transit is decent enough such that you don’t need a car to get around. The buses serve the community, along with the lightrail and underground metro. Christie prepared a video on how to download the public transit app in the city so you can pay for fare easily.

Wait — isn’t Baltimore … “Dangerous”?

Baltimore is just like every other U.S. city: It’s densely populated, so compared to suburban and rural areas, yes, there is more crime, but that’s just what happens when there are more people in one space. That being said, there are safer areas than others, like all cities. If you’re concerned about the neighborhood or the block you’re staying on, please reach out to Leona or Christie so they can let you know if you’re in a good area.

What should we bring as a gift?

Nothing if you don’t want to/cannot afford to! Money is tight for everyone these days, and if you’re traveling a far distance to get here, your presence is a present in and of itself. Christie and Leona have not put a registry together for this reason. If you would like to give them a gift, they of course will not say no! But they do ask you limit the gift to something monetary or experience-driven as they would like to cut down on clutter.

Can I bring a guest?

Christie and Leona tried their best to mail individual invitations to our friends and their partners directly. But, as polyamorous folks ourselves, we know a plus one isn’t always the most accommodating for everyone. If you would like to bring a partner(s) we have not reached out to, please let us know.

Will this event be COVID-19 safe?

The space we are working with is incredibly conscious of COVID-19 safety. For instance, hosts are able to cancel the event on short notice if Leona or Christie fall ill without any financial repercussions. Both Christie and Leona are conscious of COVID-19 and are up to date on their vaccinations and ask you be as well. If you find you’re not feeling well around the time of the event, while they would hate to miss you, please stay home for the sake of everyone’s health and safety.

Will there be sober options?

Leona and Christie will be serving alcohol, but they understand not everyone drinks, so they will be sure to have slammin’ mocktails. Under no circumstances will anyone be required to drink or partake in any recreational drug activity. 

Can I hook up with your friend I just met?

If all parties consent and no one is getting hurt — absolutely.

My question isn’t here :(.

This post will be updated with more questions as they come in. Feel free to reach out to Leona or Christie directly as well.

[master-john-uk]

While this is obviously humorous... most accidents in both the workplace, and the home are caused by foolishness.

To break that down a little further... people trying to get a job done as quickly as possible without forethought, proper planning, preparation, waiting for assistance and failing to take into account of the possible risks involved.

As an employer, I have a duty of care to my workers, and am ultimately held responsible for their safety.

At my London based business and my Dorset farms, I have to produce lengthy health and safety documents, and provide all employees with a manual on how to carry out their duties safely. These include very basic and simplistic instructions such as, "Do not stick your finger into an empty light bulb socket without ensuring that the electricity supply has been turned off first."

Of course all experienced office workers, labourers, farm workers, engineers and technicians already know it all... and, I know that very few will read the health and safety manuals. (I am also guilty of this!)

Following an incident last week, I now have to produce H&S manuals for my household staff. While tidying the courtyard garden at the back of the house, Houseboy Scott noticed that a part of the guttering above the kitchen window had been displaced by the recent stormy weather... a fairly easy problem to remedy.

Scott was home alone at the time. He fetched a ladder, propped it against the wall and tried to lift the guttering back into place. The gutter was heavier than he expected. Instead of moving the ladder, he leant across so that he could use both hands. The ladder moved, Scott lost his balance and fell approximately 3 metres to the ground.

While he sustained no serious injury, he fractured a bone in his wrist. This is very inconvenient... as Scott is currently unable to open a bottle of Champagne!

[lingerieday]

Essential Finance Books Every Professional Should Read

In the vast domain of finance, continual learning is the key to success. While real-world experience, academic courses, and workshops play an essential role in shaping a finance professional's expertise, the power of books cannot be understated. This guide unveils a curated list of seminal finance books, offering insights, strategies, and narratives that every professional in the field should delve into.

1. Introduction

The world of finance is dynamic, influenced by global events, evolving regulations, and disruptive technologies. Books, penned by experts who have navigated these changing waters, serve as timeless resources, imbuing readers with knowledge, perspective, and inspiration.

2. Foundational Reads for Beginners

a. "The Richest Man in Babylon" by George S. Clason

Overview: A timeless classic that uses ancient parables to impart fundamental financial lessons.

Key Takeaway: The importance of living below one's means, investing wisely, and seeking counsel.

b. "Rich Dad Poor Dad" by Robert T. Kiyosaki

Overview: Contrasts the philosophies of Kiyosaki's two 'dads' and their approaches to money and life.

Key Takeaway: The significance of financial education, assets vs. liabilities, and entrepreneurial spirit.

3. Dive Deep into Investment

a. "The Intelligent Investor" by Benjamin Graham

Overview: A comprehensive guide to value investing, written by the mentor of Warren Buffett.

Key Takeaway: The principles of value investing and the margin of safety concept.

b. "A Random Walk Down Wall Street" by Burton G. Malkiel

Overview: An exploration of various investment techniques, from fundamental analysis to the random walk theory.

Key Takeaway: The unpredictability of markets and the merits of a long-term, broad-based investment strategy.

4. Behavioral Finance and Psychology

a. "Thinking, Fast and Slow" by Daniel Kahneman

Overview: A deep dive into human psychology and how it affects decision-making.

Key Takeaway: The contrast between instinctive vs. deliberate thinking and its impact on financial decisions.

b. "Nudge: Improving Decisions About Health, Wealth, and Happiness" by Richard H. Thaler & Cass R. Sunstein

Overview: The subtle art of influencing decisions with gentle pushes.

Key Takeaway: How nudges can guide choices in personal finance and public policy.

5. Corporate Finance and Strategy

a. "Valuation: Measuring and Managing the Value of Companies" by McKinsey & Company Inc.

Overview: A comprehensive resource on corporate valuation.

Key Takeaway: Methods for assessing company value and making informed business and investment decisions.

b. "Barbarians at the Gate: The Fall of RJR Nabisco" by Bryan Burrough & John Helyar

Overview: A riveting account of the RJR Nabisco takeover, showcasing the intricacies of the financial world.

Key Takeaway: The dynamics of corporate politics, leverage buyouts, and mergers.

6. Personal Finance Management

a. "Your Money or Your Life" by Vicki Robin & Joe Dominguez

Overview: A program for transforming your relationship with money.

Key Takeaway: Redefining personal success and implementing a nine-step plan for financial independence.

b. "I Will Teach You To Be Rich" by Ramit Sethi

Overview: A six-week program focusing on banking, saving, budgeting, and investing.

Key Takeaway: Implementing a practical approach to personal finance with a focus on automating finances.

7. Financial Crises and Lessons Learned

a. "The Big Short: Inside the Doomsday Machine" by Michael Lewis

Overview: A deep dive into the housing bubble and the 2008 financial crisis.

Key Takeaway: The factors leading to the crisis, including financial instruments, regulatory lapses, and human greed.

b. "Too Big to Fail: The Inside Story of How Wall Street and Washington Fought to Save the Financial System—and Themselves" by Andrew Ross Sorkin

Overview: A meticulous account of the events during the 2008 financial meltdown.

Key Takeaway: The interplay between Wall Street and Washington during a crisis, decisions made, and the aftermath.

8. Books for the Futuristic Finance Enthusiast

a. "The Age of Cryptocurrency: How Bitcoin and Digital Money Are Challenging the Global Economic Order" by Paul Vigna & Michael J. Casey

Overview: An exploration of the revolutionary potential of cryptocurrencies.

Key Takeaway: Understanding blockchain technology, digital currency, and their potential impact on global finance.

b. "The FinTech Book: The Financial Technology Handbook for Investors, Entrepreneurs and Visionaries" by Susanne Chishti & Janos Barberis

Overview: An overview of financial technology and its disruptive power.

Key Takeaway: Insights into fintech's role in reshaping banking, investment, and more.

Conclusion

Financial literature is a treasure trove of knowledge, perspective, and wisdom. The books outlined above are just the tip of the iceberg, but they provide a comprehensive foundation for both novice and seasoned finance enthusiasts. By delving into these pages, professionals not only enhance their technical knowledge but also enrich their understanding of the stories, histories, and philosophies that shape the world of finance. Reading, after all, is to the mind what investment is to finance – a medium for growth, discovery, and enlightenment.

[constructionsafetysupportt]

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[writingstuffandmore]

My angels...

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

AU!: Mafia

Warning(s): Swears, curses, mention of death (indirect way)

A/N:I am so sorry for the delay :') as I had some exams. I hope you will like it. Please give me your feedbacks and suggestions. GIF isn't mine and belongs to the respectful owners.

"IF YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A FUCK TOY!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THAT I ACTUALLY BELIEVED IN YOU AND FELL FOR Y-"

*door slam*

"Ms Y/N, please eat something. Dearest have something, at least for the little l-"

"Does even matter now Mrs Park? H-he c-clearly spoke his mind. I l-literally loathe myself at the moment. What did I even expect from him and look at my condition now is that I-I stupidly waiting for him before I-leaving." The sad voice said while sniffling before a bitter laugh escaped from her mouth.

The elderly woman was referred by as Mrs Park came and sat down beside the young lady who was drowned in her own tears. "Dear, look at me. I know this isn't the best thing to say this but did you asked him why? I know it sounds tormenting but did anywhere or somehow through your course of relationship did you hear say that he doesn't want children?"

The lady just shook her head as a no and a confusion laced look replaced the once teary eyed face. "I am sorry aunty but I didn't understand. I mean he never said no but he d-

"Maybe because he is knows something that we aren't aware off. My family has served this family for a long time that now at times when serious conversations or concerns are being discussed our opinions are taken as well. So, my assumption won't be wrong as per se but can give an idea of what kind of issues he is going through at the moment. Come here love and eat something, okay?"

Mrs Park made sure the young girl was fed well before leaving back to her chambers.

*01:45 am*

The clock at present displayed the time, making a heavy sigh escape and anxiousness to keep growing.

"Where is he? Why isn't he here by now? What if h—? Oh, no, no.. I can't think like this" You thought as you kept walking back and forth in the room for nth time.

No one knows how and when this conversation took an escalation into a heated argument that even the walls were praying for some relief. The argument kept on replaying in your mind as if it was played on loop.

Earlier ..

Y/N: "Baek, there is some thing you need to know?"

Baekhyun: "What is it angel? Are you okay? Did someone trouble you?"

Y/N "No, it's not like that. Its just about us—

Baekhyun: "Do you wanna break up with me?"

"Ofcourse not idiot. Its just that I— I am pregnant with your child"

Baekhyun: “Oh, please you can’t be serious Y/N? Not these stupid gam-

Y/N “This isn’t a game Baekhyun. I am p-pregnant and I just found from the doctor wh-

Baekhyun: “You are lying..”

Y/N “What?”

Baekhyun: “I said that YOU ARE LYING!!! IF YOU FEEL THAT THIS IS SOME JOKE THEN PLEASE B-BUT I-IF T-TH-THIS IS TRUE T-

Y/N “TRUE THEN WHAT BAEKHYUN?”

Baekhyun: “I AM SORRY BUT YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND THAT”

Y/N : “Excuse me but the so called ‘THAT’ is a human Baekhyun and you are asking me to choose? What kind of sick game is this huh?”

Baekhyun: “I am not pulling any jokes or prank! Do I like a person to do so when it comes to my safety?”

Y/N: “Your safety uh? And what about mine. Am I not carrying a life inside who could be exposed to any problem if I missed a slightest of precaution and prevention which in turn will also impact me and my health.”

Baekhyun: “I am sorry I-

Y/N: “Oh just shut up. You are really a cold hearted monster.You all are the same. I trusted you with all of my heart and this is how you repay me ? Even after knowing hat I had gone through, you still ditched and dumped me? I expected a lot better from you but they say its your family who attacks and betrays than your enemies”  

At this moment tears were streaming down your face while he avoided all sorts of eye contact with you but you could feel his anger from the way he was clenching his fists and his pursed lips.   

“YOU SHOWED WHAT YOUR PRIORITIES ARE. YOU NEEDED A PERSON FOR YOU TO RELEASE YOUR FRUSTRATION AND YOU FOUND ONE.  IF YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A FUCK TOY!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THAT I ACTUALLY BELIEVED IN YOU AND FELL FOR Y-

Before you could say anything further, Baekhyun went out of the house slamming the door.

Present time..

The time flew fast as if it needed to catch a plane and now it displayed ‘2:15 am’. You now started to panic and thought of calling his dad when a knock was heard. You grabbed the fine ceramic vase before looking through the peephole only to see a limping Baekhyun leaned against Kai’s shoulder.

“G-guys? What happened? Baekhyun? OMG... Kai??” a fresh set were about drop from your eye swells. “We had a mission and the rivals kinda out did us but we are fine!” Kai gave his small smile before placing his boss on the couch. “Dr Kim has given him some medicines and make sure he doesn’t gets up from the bed at least for two days. Thats a bare minimum.”

With that he took his leave. You called some maids and made the necessary arrangements required. It was around 6 in morning when he woke up with a groan. He tried to open his eyes but the terrible headache didn’t made him to do so, making him restless and you waking up from your deep slumber.

“Oh, don’t get up. Kai told me everything, you need to rest. Here take these medicines.” You made him sit for a while so as to he can take his meds. As you were about to leave, he stopped you.

“You didn’t give go?” he whispered in a hoarse voice. ‘Why would I” You countered back.

“Because, I don’t want this child and that I am a cold hearted monster who uses people to release his frustrations and stuff. So, yeah why?” He looked into your puffy eyes

“Because I know that you have a terrible habit of hiding things from us, no matter what. I know Baekhyun that you are hiding a certain things from me which is now affecting our relationship. I am not asking you to be vulnerable enough to get triggered out but you can’t run behind it.” You gently patted his shoulders before he made you sit on his lap.

“I lost them Y/N and thats one of the few reasons why I don’t tell anyone anything because I can’t trust everyone on that level as that the end you don’t know if that person will live enough to support you or will stand enough for a long time.” Baekhyun started crying as he let his heart be vulnerable and open all the wounds which were never filled making you cry as well.

“Baby, I am so sorry for the terrible ordeal you had to go through but I swear to everything present that I won’t ever leave you and so this little jelly bean u-

“I am so sorry for all that has happened but I was scared that I will loose you both a-and t-that s-scared me to death. Please don’t leave me. Pl-

“I love you so much love and we are here for you” You kissed his forehead before pulling him in a small intimate kiss.”I love you too my angels”

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hey hi um so you can ignore this or delete this if you want or if you dont have the time to write it or if your requests are closed but ive been so stressed lately like im about to drink bleach r smth, i have to do so much homework and finish my late projects over Christmas break cause ive been having a really hard time doing it so like. could i request Akaashi, Iwaizumi, and Kuroo comforting a reader who hasn't slept in days cause of that situation? if this is too much go ahead and delete!! sorry if this is a bother!

Anon I love you, you’re heard and noticed.

I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve been through hell and back since you’ve requested this, and I wanted to make sure I was in the right headspace.

You’re doing fantastic. Your favs are here to give you some comfort and reassurance!

I did a best friends in college since you didn’t specify romantic, or what year of school 💀💀

CW UNDER THE CUT: reader is very overloaded, and very irritable. Mild cursing as per usual. Food mention! Usage of platonic pet names!

𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖 𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖

Detail oriented and very observant, Akaashi cursed himself for not noticing your rapidly declining health.

He was extra suspicious when you had stopped sending him TikToks. (If you don’t use it, just plug in some other social media :D)

He couldn’t lie, knowing something as small as a childish Internet video made you think of him was the best part of his life.

He shot you a quick “You okay?”

You’re usually quick to reply to him. This time around?

No response…

He decided he was going to grab you your favorite frozen treat from the little shop inside his dormitory.

Making his way to the door, Akaashi wondered what had been happening to you.

As his hand reached up to turn the knob, two gentle knocks threw him off course.

He hurried to open the door…

There you stood in front of him, eyes red and sunken, prominent eye bags accentuating your tussled hair.

“K-Keiji…? I… I need help.” You muttered, quiet as a field mouse.

“Wh- (Y/N) what’s been going on? You haven’t been answering me and I got worried.” He replied urgently, ushering you inside his dorm.

“I can’t do it anymore… S’toomuch.” You note, sitting gently and politely on his couch.

“Do what anymore, honeybee?”

“Work… I’ve been doing nothing but for three days.” you replied sheepishly, instantly regretting sharing that fact.

“T-three days?” You had never seen Akaashi so flabbergasted, “As in 72 hours?”

“I’ve fallen asleep against my will a few times, so it’s more like 60 hours.”

“Oh dear, that won’t do at all. Can you tell me what you’ve had to eat over the past few days?

Instead of being able to say “a few things here and there,” your body shook as sobs bubbled up in your chest.

“Oh!” Akashi exclaimed, rushing to sit next to you and engulf you in a gentle hug, “Don’t worry about a thing… I’m gonna take care of everything.” He whispers, rocking you back and forth gently.

Keiji kept you safe in his arms as you released your tale of woe, hiccups and choked syllables escaping by the second.

The boy gently ran his hands along the length of your arms, whispering reassurances.

“But (Y/N), you have to get some sleep.” He begged, resting a hand on your knee.

You pulled your face through your hands as you melted back down into a fit of tears. “I’ve tried, ‘Kaashi” you whimpered, “My eyes just hurt s-so badly.”

“S’okay, no need to worry.” He whispered quickly as a warm smile overtook his features. “Just let it right out.”

Akaashi took you by both of your hands suddenly, squeezing reassuringly, “Hey…”

“…H-Hi.”

“Do you trust me?” He inquired softly, brushing his thumb along the base of one of your own.

“With my life, Keiji.” You ushered a whisper in response.

The boy found himself smiling slightly at the comment. He could cross that bridge later, it was his duty to ensure your safety and comfort.

“Okay. We’re going to try something that sounds a little…” Akaashi squinted his right eye as he tried to find the correct word, “Bizzare.” He finally finished. 

You found yourself amused as he tripped over his words, “Keiji at this point, I don’t care if you dangle me from the ceiling. I just need to get to sleep.”

“Well it isn’t quite as farfetched as that, but it’s up there.” He replied, with a gentle chuckle to follow.

“Alright, hit me.” You say tiredly.

“Okay so…” he began, “Do you have any round cotton pads on you? If not, I have some in my cabinet, but it seems that the best outcome is to not leave your side at the moment.”

“You can go. M’not gonna fly off the deep end again in a mere forty five seconds.” A giggle emitted from you after, quite possibly the sweetest one Keiji had heard in his life.

So, the boy padded through his dorm to the kitchen area. He grabbed four round cotton pads, a small bowl, and something else…

When he returned, your eyebrows immediately furrowed as your mouth fell open. “I’m sorry, what are we going to do with that?”

“This” he began, is going to get rid of the stinging in your eyes.”

Akaashi prepared the small bowl on his bedroom floor, pouring a liquid inside and dipping the pads in.

The liquid?

Milk

“I’m still confused as to how this helps.” You said, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Well.” Keiji chimed, as if he was preparing for this his whole life, “Y’know how when you eat super spicy food, you drink milk to get rid of the spicy taste in your mouth?”

“Mhm.”

“Well this gets rid of the spicy in your eyes.”

You couldn’t help but burst into giggles at his awful analogy, and the nonchalantness of his delivery.

“What?!” He asks with a slight flush on his face, “It’s the best way I’ve got to explain it to you!”

“Ah, it’s perfect.” You chimed, preparing yourself as Keiji placed two milk-soaked pads onto your sore eyes. “One more quick question though.”

“Rock me, Amadeus.”

“Why four of them?”

“Oh (Y/N).” Akaashi said chuckling, placing two cotton pads on his own eyes, “You’re my best friend. D’you really think I’d make you do weird shit like this alone?”

And it was at that moment that you realized that you didn’t need anyone else in your life…

𝐻𝑎𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖

Hajime absolutely loathed how he didn’t find out himself.

He hadn’t noticed. It was actually Oikawa who brought it up to him. 

“Say, Iwa.” The brown haired setter bounded up to his best friend, “D’you see anything off with (Y/N)? They don’t seem like themself lately.”

Iwaizumi was taken aback. He hadn’t noticed anything different about you…

Or so he thought??

When the three of you gathered in Iwa and Oikawa’s shared dorm, Hajime mentally facepalmed.

He finally saw what his roommate was talking about.

Your eyes looked like they would burn off if you closed them. He could see the visible bags under your eyes painting your face a displeasing gray. Worst of all, you were shaking.

When Oikawa left to make some popcorn for the three of you, he decided to pounce on the subject.

“Hey (Y/N)” he whispered, “What’s going on?”

“Wha? Nothin’ M’fine.” you replied sleepily.

“Don’t bullshit me. Both me and Shittykawa can see it.”

You immediately sighed and pulled your head through your hands. “M’just tired, Haji. Nothin’ too major.”

“Yeah that’s about as believable as Oikawa’s girlfriend from Europe.” He replied scoffing, “What is happening?” His tone was darker and more sincere.

“I told you I’m tired, and I am. I haven’t slept in two days for crying out loud!” Your eyes widened and you immediately slapped your hands over your mouth.

“(Y/N)! Two days?!” Iwaizumi’s voice was raising a little bit.

“Yes! It’s not very sleep inducing to have work In every class and a whole project to re-do!”

Iwa watched in defeat as sobs began to bubble up from your chest. He rushed to hug you, sitting next to you on their shitty dorm couch and pulling you into his chest.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so well. No one could do what you do.” He whispered as he ran his hand along your head.

“H-Haji… m’so tired.” you replied through your cries.

“I know, honey. I know.”

“I’m sorry…” you whispered.

“Hey.” He held your hand and tilted your chin upward to meet his eyes, “You have nothing to be sorry about. You can’t control this, but you’re doing damn well dealing with it.”

You smiled wobbily and buried your head into his chest once again.

Hajime hummed a simple song as he continued to run his hand along your head. He rubbed your hip with his thumb as well, keeping you securely in place.

“Jesus. What happened to th-“ Oikawa’s judgemental voice suddenly sounded.

“ZP-“ Iwa hissed through gritted teeth, bringing one hand up to shush his nosy roommate.

“Ohhh.” He whispered, nodding. “Come get me when you’re ready to watch Ferris Bueller.”

“Actually… (Y/N)’s burnt out from their course work. I was hoping we could all work together and get it finished?”

Oikawa bit the inside of his cheek in annoyance, “Oh alright.”

Hajime smiled and nodded to say “thank you”

Oikawa rolled his eyes and smiled right back.

When you finally sniffled for the last time and looked up at Hajime with happy eyes, he grinned back at you.

“Ready to get some work done?”

“No.” You mumbled in reply.

Iwaizumi chuckled at the childish tone in your voice. “C’mon, we can get this done easily.”

“We-?”

When you looked up, you saw Oikawa sitting behind their small wooden table. He had numerous colored pens, highlighters, pieces of paper, and the infamous bowl of popcorn placed upon it.”

“You guys!” you whined, not wanting to disturb them, “I’ll be fine!”

“No you won’t. You’re gonna come back and complain and I just want you to be happy when we watch my favorite movie.”

“I-“ you knit your brows together, “You have a point.”

“That was pretty backhanded, Shittykawa.”

“But it worked, no?”

So you, Iwa and Oikawa sat around the small wooden table, each taking an assignment to knock out.

You of course took the essay, Iwa took the project, and Oikawa took your English busywork, since mans has to be a god at linguistics.

After just a mere hour, every assignment was finished! And now you and your friends could watch your movie peacefully.

As you cuddled up to Hajime, you silently thanked him, and sometimes not silently, during the entire movie.

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

As angry as he was to be the only one to discover you needed help, he pushed his beliefs away so he could rush to your aid.

Kuroo had always been your study buddy! He had been since the second week of your first year.

However, he noticed your attendance to the weekly group study sessions was seriously lacking.

He wasn’t mad whatsoever, just… a little disappointed to not see you anymore.

As odd as it was, he studied and did homework with with your weekly group mates.

The most unfortunate part? They didn’t even acknowledge your absence.

“Oh, (Y/N)? They said they had to finish up some work. They’re in their dorm.”

That was all he needed to know in order to check on you.

When he buzzed your cell, the texts were unanswered and the calls went straight to voicemail.

That was a red flag for him.

That’s when he knew something was clearly wrong.

He found himself running aimlessly toward your dorm room, ignoring the questioning by the study group, the disgusted looks of confusion by the other students he narrowly missed.

He had to make sure you were okay. This wasn’t like you.

When he arrived at your dorm room, he knocked gently, but quickly. “Hey, it’s Kuroo. Open up please!”

When no reply came, he called louder “Hey! Open up!”

Still no reply…

“I really hope you’re not naked!” He yelled, using his copy of your keycard that you had given him for emergencies.

When Kuroo opened your door, he had his phone In his hand, ready to call an ambulance. He was expecting the absolute worst.

So, needless to say, he was a little taken aback when he found you at your desk, typing away miserably.

You had clearly not moved from the spot in quite some time. Your hair disheveled and your eyes so heavily bloodshot. He figured they must be so sore from looking at your computer screen. The bags under your eyes were evident and raising his suspicions

“Hey…” you mumbled, not moving your eyes from your the screen.

“Jesus, (Y/N), you look like hell.” He squatted down to meet your side at your seated level.

“Sorry.” You mumbled sotto voce.

“Hey…” he gently grabbed your arm, “What’s going on?”

When you finally unpeeled your eyes from your laptop screen, you saw him looking at you sympathetically.

“Please, (Y/N). I just want to know how to help you…” he whispered, rubbing his thumb along your forearm.

“Nothing’s up.” You replied without any passion in your voice, your bloodshot eyes gave you away however.

“(Y/N) don’t lie to me.” Kuroo demanded, still squatted rather impatiently at your side.

“I’m just a little tired and have a lot of assignments due.”

“Like what?”

“Three for Chem, one for English, two physics, one for Algebra and finally that huge project for Anthropology? Yeah I had to re-do it.”

“And you’re a little tired?” Tetsuro stood to his feet and turned your spinning chair to face him directly, “When’s the last day you remember sleeping?” He asked sternly, narrowing his eyes.

“Don’t berate me!” You yelled in a hushed tone, your voice slightly cracking as you stood up. “You think I did this to myself?! I didn’t choose to assign 4 different classes worth of work. I didn’t choose to short circuit my hard drive, I didn’t choose to procrastinate or anything like that, and I certainly didn’t choose having to stay awake for 50 goddamn hours straight!”

“Two days…” he mumbled in disbelief, “you haven’t gone to sleep in two days?”

“NO, Tetsuro! I haven’t! And I’m clearly fucking EXHAUSTED!” You cried out, subsequently dropping your face at your tone. “K-Kuroo… m’sorry…”

“It’s okay, I know how tired you are.” He replied with a sympathetic smile, “What’s left that’s due tomorrow?”

“Uh… I’ll check.”

You sniffled as you dug around your desktop, looking desperately for your planner.

“I- I don’t…” you finally squeezed your eyes shut and started to cry gently, continuing to rummage around the desk. “I can’t-“

“Hey, hey, hey, hey.” He hugged you from behind, his warm body wrapped securely against your shaking frame. “You’re alright, take a minute. Shh, Shh. It’s okay.”

Kuroo rested his head on your shoulder, and rubbed your arms gently, as he muttered subdued reassurances.

“You’re doing so well and I’m so proud of you. No one puts in as much care for their craft as you do. You put in absolutely extraneous amounts of effort and you deserve a break so desperately.”

“B-but I can’t stop.”

“You have to, (Y/N). You don’t realize what you’re doing to yourself.” He said in a soft tone, “You’re shaking like a scared puppy and you’re cold as ice. Safe to assume you haven’t had a morsel of food in that time period either?”

“Nothing other than some snacks here and there.”

.”Here’s the deal, (N/N).” He began, resting his hands on your shoulders, “You, or both you and me, are gonna go lay down in that bed and you are going to go right to bed. I’ll work on some of your assignments or pull some research for you. How does that sound?”

“Kuroo, your own homework-“

“Is done.” He cut you off in a high voice, squeezing your hand. , “Monday’s study group remember?”

You let out a fond breath of air and nodded hesitantly, “Okay… I Um… I’m gonna sleep… I want you with me though, you’re very warm.”

The black haired male chuckled and led you to lay down in your bed, his large frame lying near you and holding you securely in his arms.

“Don’t be afraid to rest. Everything will work out in the end.”

As soon as you drifted off asleep, the night owl himself went to your desk and finished some of your work as he had promised.

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ABC Fluff Headcanons - Luke Pearce - Tears of Themis

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

You may be the Watson to his Sherlock, but he knows you’re not a follower by nature. You stand firmly on your own two feet. And though it may scare him at times, particularly when your safety is on the line, he can’t deny the pride he feels watching you go above and beyond in all you do, especially when it involves others. That selflessness paired with your determination is what he truly admires about you, and he hopes that you’ll never change, no matter what trials you face.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your smile. Because if you’re smiling, he knows everything’s going to be okay. He also knows when that smile is forced and when it’s faltering, prompting him to take action of his own to protect or hold you. It’s a tell-all for him, and that brings him comfort.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

In any way he can. He loves holding you. However, he likes it best when you’re chest-to-chest with his arms around you holding you close, no matter if it’s a long hug, lounging on the couch, or snuggling in bed. It’s a versatile position, allowing for you to either meet each other’s gaze while still having close physical contact or for hiding your expressions, such as you snuggling against his chest or him resting his chin on top of your head. It fits for every scenario.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Ideal date? Well… a date… with you. He’s not picky. However, he definitely leans towards the more casual settings. Things where you two can be relaxed around each other, chatting and bantering all the way. Whether that’s strolling around town or a camping adventure or even relaxing at home with a familiar movie you’re not really watching in the background is up to you, but he’s down for any and all of them.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s… well, not quite an open book but rather a book you have to open. He frequently puts on a happy face, so sometimes, you have to break past that. Once you do, he’s not ashamed of being open and honest about his feelings. He wants first and foremost for everything to be okay and for you to be happy, but if you’re shutting that down and calling his bluff, he’ll surrender and be open to having heart-to-hearts so as to get on the same page as you.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Yes… and no.

No, he doesn’t want a family because the lingering fear and guilt of leaving them behind would weigh heavily on his soul. But, if he was being honest with himself and the fear of his life being cut short wasn’t hanging over his head, his answer would be “how many kids are you willing to give him?” None? Okay, he gets you to himself. Five? Fantastic, he’d love a busy house. Adopt? He’s already got all the forms downloaded. Mix of both? Perfect. Family is what you make it, and he’s more than happy to make one with you, no matter what form that takes.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He loves things from you and accepts them all as a treasure. But he places the most value in things that are made. A solid ninety percent of the gifts he gives you are ones he made himself. He doesn’t see the value in giving gifts just to give them; they should either mean something or bring some sort of use to you. To him, gifts mean the most when time and effort was poured into it.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

All. The. Time. He wants contact with you, and hand holding can be both perfectly innocent and sweetly intimate. And little squeezes here and there can communicate without words. He loves it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Instantly blames himself. He’s there to protect you, and if you get hurt, that means he failed miserably, so you’ll likely have to coax him out of his self-abusive state. Doesn’t matter if it’s anything from a papercut to a large accident, he’ll think it’s his fault, and he will be by your side as much as humanly possible during your recovery. And if it has something to do with NXX? I pity the person who caused you harm. He’d devote far too much time and resources to hunting them down as quickly as humanly possible and making their life a living hell.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

You’re childhood friends. There’s plenty of teasing and inside jokes to go around. It might just be impossible for you to go a single day without one inside joke or playful reference to the past being pulled up.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Luke’s kisses come in one of two varieties: Reverent and Passionate. Reverent kisses cover most kisses, consisting of everything from good morning to good night to general pecks on the forehead, cheek, nose, you name it. The ability and privilege to kiss you means a lot to him, so no kiss is ever taken for granted. Passionate kisses, on the other hand, are less about the way he pulls you close or presses his lips against yours and more about him emotionally baring his soul in those moments. However tangled or feverish that kiss ends up being is only a byproduct of him wanting to express just how much he genuinely adores you.

L = Love Confession (how do they confess?)

You will have to drag it out of this man. Not so much the confession but the confidence to admit he wants to be with you, in sickness and in health, for as much time as he has left. So really, it’s far more likely that you confess first and he’ll admit he feels the same while telling you all the reasons you can’t be in a relationship. Only once you get over that will he pour out all his secrets of how long he’s loved you and how deeply he loves you… And potentially propose right then and there.

M = Marriage (What does the wedding look like?)

He could elope with you and be perfectly happy. And honestly… he might be the happiest with that. If you wanted an actual wedding, he really would have no problem letting you have what you wanted, but the beauty of an elopement is that it can be done sooner rather than later, and he thinks he’s running on borrowed time. If he’s gonna marry you, he’d want to do that, like… yesterday. So if you’re up for an elopement, you basically have twenty-four hours to find a dress because he’s gonna take you down to the courthouse ASAP.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

That he’s going to die soon and leave you behind. The biggest stressor for him is letting you get more attached to him because then his death will be even harder on you. And then what if you end up getting very close to him and marrying him like he wanted, only for him to leave you a widow at a young age? Or worst of all, what if he leaves you a single mom? He already hates the thought of leaving you, but leaving his kids behind…

He tries really hard not to think too deeply on this but it feels like a waking nightmare he’s not going to wake from any time soon.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

This man cannot go forty-eight hours without making at least one Sherlock Holmes reference. And he occasionally has the knack of saying them… at the worst time.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I don’t think he’d be into cutesy, couple pet names all the time. Instead, I feel like he’d probably use “Watson” or any other childhood nickname he had for you on the regular basis. “Baby” and “Sweetheart” are probably in use, too, but he would tend to save those for quiet or tender moments. And “love” is reserved for the private, more intimate moments.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

In any way he can; you just have to be present. Quality time for Luke can be anything from you two sitting in the same room while doing different things to going on an adventure together to an intimate date night. As long as he’s with you, time is not wasted.

R = Romance (how do they show their love and affection?)

Yes, yes, there’s grand gestures, but his love is shown in the little things. It’s the way he always is looking out for you, like offering you a moment to sit if you’d been walking a while or water if it’s hot. It’s in the way he squeezes your hand in the middle of a conversation. It’s the way he texts you reminding you not to over work yourself before ending it with an XO. Every day to him is precious, and he’s not going to bother with large, elaborate gestures of love if he can smother you in little, affectionate ones all day every day.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s pretty open with you, but the few secrets he has? Those he keeps locked away in the deepest part of himself. He will not let on that he has those secrets unless you get an inkling of their existence and go fishing to pull those secrets out of him. Keep at it; he won’t last long because he’s weak for you.

And of course, there’s state secrets he literally can’t tell you, but that’s a different matter all together.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Freaking years.

This boy has been in love with you forever and could have asked you out as early as high school, but he didn’t. Then you were apart for eight long years, and he could have started something up with you soon after you two reunited, but he didn’t.Instead, he plays the “beat myself up with regrets” game and wastes even moretime trying to logically distance himself from you before you eventually have to forcibly break him down. Only then does he cave. But the “beat himself up game”? Yeah, that never quits. Because eventually, he’ll beat himself up for wasting so much time to make a move.

You really have to help this boy out of those habits.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Will do anything to make you smile again. If you’re sad, he’ll try to pick you up with either a smile and some light banter or a hug and soothing words. If your mad, he’ll try to redirect or release your anger in any way he can. If you’re mad at him, que the kicked puppy look as he practically falls to his knees and begs for forgiveness.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He will show off when he can, usually about his detective skills or ability to fix things, and he will look like a five-year-old boy trying to impress a girl on the playground while doing it. Be sure to praise him for those moments. You will be rewarded with a grinning blushy boy.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

No. No. No.

…

Until you put your foot down and insist you’re gonna be by his side in a fight no matter what. He literally cannot win against you. And he hates it.

However, he is 110% your warrior and will be until he draws his dying breath. Nothing is going to change that. So if he can fight first and keep you from fighting in the first place, then he’ll do that.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Like a book. He’s known you waytoo long to not be able to. Even those eight years didn’t change you too much, and he was able to relearn everything that felt new to him fairly quickly.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

One of two ways. In scenario L, after the love confession, he would propose marriage in the heat of the moment. You’d probably already both be crying and a total wreck, but your hearts would already be out on the line, and he’d just take that moment to drop the bomb of “please be by my side for the rest of my life”.

OR if that didn’t happen, (or maybe it did BUT he didn’t consider it a proper proposal and wants a redo) the proposal would be nothing big or fancy. Rather, it’s in a quiet moment between the two of you, either hanging out at your place or his. He’s sure to get down on one knee, holding your hand reverently as he pours out his heart to you. You’ll be in tears and his eyes will probably be glassy too by the time you say yes. At which point, he’ll put the ring on your finger and then hug you tight. And probably not let you go until absolutely necessary.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

You.

No, really. You’re basically his world, so as long as he’s able to see you and know you’re okay, he’s okay. And if you want to settle him with sweet words and gentle touches, go right ahead.

You will also put him to sleep if you massage his head with your nails, so be sure to pet the Golden Retriever Puppy. Let him have a moment where he isn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.