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aurae-rori · 7 months ago

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DR RATIO ANALYSIS PT 3 BUT IT'S JUST GAY

Now, you might be saying - "Aurae, you've done part one, and part two, so why do we need a part three?" The answer is because of two things - one. I made a deal with the Tumblr Peoples that if one of my posts hit more than 50 likes I would do this analysis. Two. Mihoyo is making this shit canon. I CAN'T MAKE THIS UP. So, let's delve into my usual disclaimer, as we might have some new people joining us for the first time with my insanity.

I have been researching psychology personally for about six years, so although I am not a professional (crawling my way there through the education system. I will be one, one day.) I do have some experience with analyzing homosexuals. Psychology hours, my children. They don't call me "chronically cooking" for nothing. Maybe I should change my url to that...

NOW THAT MY LONG AHH DISCLAIMER IS OVER, LET'S GET INTO THIS! It's time to deconstruct these homosexuals like a modern airplane, because they might as well be taking off with how canon they are.

"It can't be canon," they say, but then Mihoyo DOES PAID SPONSORSHIPS WITH THESE FUCKERS BEING GAY. We've all seen the paid partnership edit. We've all seen the video where Aventurine has the audio of "nice rack" as he talks to Dr. Ratio. PAID SPONSORSHIPS. Now, if that piece of evidence isn't enough for you - let's dive into their actual relationship, which is just a HOMOSEXUAL MESS. I will be focusing more on how Dr. Ratio sees this guy as this is a Dr. Ratio analysis™, but hey, the crumbs.. we eat 'em all. Amen.

Let's start off (I say as I write this part three days later) about how people are like, 'Aven is Ratio's favourite idiot' WRONG. Ratio does NOT consider Aventurine to be an idiot and knows that he is smart and capable in his own right. While Ratio is book smart, Aven is extremely street smart and holds his own very well. Ratio does not consider Aventurine to be an idiot as he takes off his plaster head around him and actually indulges in his whims around him. This is a blatant showcase of fondness because although he is emotionally constipated and can't be affectionate through words without sounding semi-backhanded because he's never had true affection in his life, he showcases his love through actions rather than words. He's just bad at showing love, okay? But he does love Aven. Or like him, to some extent, if you don't want to see them as romantic, which is fine. However, no matter what you label their bond as, it's obvious that they care for one another.

Also, the fucking ZEST FEST that was 'keeping up with Star Rail'. He says, "wait a minute - MUTUAL?" which indicates that he has respect for Aventurine in the first place. He LITERALLY TOLD US that he respects Aventurine and he was commenting on Aventurine's playstyle & everything.. also, at the end, he was here because 'I appreciate this show's dedication to knowledge' - his TONE. Kudos to the VA because that was not convincing at all. Bro was NOT here for the knowledge, bro was here to be GAY!!! Also his little own bathtub couch. We all know Aven bought it for him. Trust, I am John Hoyoverse.

"The Charming Audacity" HUH? BRO? Okay this is hilarious to me because this is the first time that we ever really see them interact with one another, and we get absolutely bitchslapped in the fact that Dr. Ratio calls this guy's audacity 'charming'. That's GAY. That's HOMOSEXUAL.

Also, comparing him to a peacock.. a very beautiful bird.... Must I say more?

Now, the part that I really want to focus on is the part where he gives the Doctor's Note to Aventurine. This shit is important. And I agree with the people who are like - Acheron helped him. Because she did. She was a big part of it and she helped Aventurine get back on his feet in the void. Dr. Ratio is not his only reason to live, but the note, showing that someone will stay by his side? Showing that someone truly cares for him? Someone who's waiting for him when he get back? This bond that he has with Dr. Ratio isn't fake. He already has a starting point to get back to - an anchor to return to. Dr. Ratio is his anchor. Whenever he goes off to do crazy shit, Veritas Ratio will be there when he returns. Because Ratio is loyal. Ratio cares. He cared enough to almost jeopardize their plan to make sure that Aventurine was going to be okay. He cares so damn much about Aventurine that he decided that this man's emotional state after the fake betrayal was more important than all of fucking Penacony.

If you want an example of "I would let the world burn for you," it's Ratio. He's a romantic not in the traditional sense, but he cares and loves Aventurine so damn much it makes my heart hurt. "Do stay alive," he says, knowing that Aventurine struggles with living. Those three words mean the whole fucking world to someone who struggles with suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts. Someone wants you to live. Someone wants you to stay. Someone wants you by their side.

Dr. Ratio cares. Let me say that again - he cares. He banters with Aventurine, tries to create an environment where Aventurine can feel a little bit more comfortable with the two of them, even in a place as dangerous as Penacony. He will put his own life on the line for Aventurine.

He cares. He cares so damn much. I hate gay people. They make me VIOLENTLY homophobic.

Dr. Ratio after expressing his care indirectly and complimenting Aventurine indirectly: Did I do it?

Aventurine, who has caught none of the hints:

Anyway, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#aurae analyzes #hsr #aventio #honkai star rail #dr ratio #ratiorine #aventurine #veritas ratio #raturine #golden ratio #aventurine x dr ratio #analysis #character analysis #relationship analysis #these bitches gay #good for them

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ihrthobie · 1 year ago

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Random 1610-Miles headcanons

Miles is very athletic when he wants to be, he played basketball and ran track for his school before he went to Visions

Only let Aaron really see his sketchbook but other than him, he'll bite anyone who tries to touch it

A mama's boy 100%, has plenty sketchbook pages dedicated to her

Loves listening to more niche artists like Tobe Nwigwe or Little Simz. Will always listen to a niche black artist before he listens to a white one

Very much an activist and goes to protest when he can.

Gets very lonely sometimes and wants to find he relates to (part of the reason he was so eager to join the Spider-Society.)

Draws his friends a lot, a lot of pages have a doodle of Ganke, Hobie, Pavitr, Penni or Gwen

Makes stickers of the drawings he likes the most

Spends a lot of time on deciding on gifts for people, even if they're not super close.

He's very much a New Yorker and will curse at cars that try to drive off when he's walking or yells at people across the street that's trying to cat call his mother.

His Spanish is very good (His va can't speak Spanish that's why his words sound butchered.) His pronunciation is on point but sometimes he mixes his Spanish with his English and gets frustrated when people don't understand him.

Will drink Pepsi before he touches a bottle of coke.

Helps his mother in the kitchen a lot. Also tries to steal food when she's not looking.

Bonds with his father over sports, the two of them will get really into it and his mother will sometimes come over and yell at the TV with them

When Miles introduces you to his parents, he's very nervous and he's praying that they like you.

Is extremely relieved that they do but he gets very jealous when he realizes they're taking your attention from him

Brings you over every Sunday for family dinner.

Rio has framed pictures of you and Miles as well as framed photos of you and the entire family.

Jefferson has a photo of you and Miles in the pocket close to his heart.

Miles has a locket of you he keeps stuffed in his pocket even when he's being Spider-Man

#miles morales fluff #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales headcanons #miles morales hcs #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x you

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galeythecutest · 1 month ago

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Hello This Is my JJBA part 4 oc Kazuki Yamato And Her stand [Sweet emotion]

Lore Below:

Kazuki Yamato was always an introspective soul, often lost in the melodies of her favorite songs as she wandered the streets of Nagoya. Growing up in a modest household with her single mother, Kazuki found refuge in music and art, using these outlets to express emotions that were sometimes too complex for words. Her childhood was marked by moments of both joy and sorrow; while she thrived on creativity, the weight of their financial struggles loomed large over them. The solace she found through rhythm and rhyme became an essential part of her identity until one fateful day changed everything.

While exploring a hidden corner of an abandoned amusement park rumored to be haunted, Kazuki stumbled upon an unassuming arrow glimmering softly beneath layers of dirt and debris—a Stand Arrow. In that momentary lapse when curiosity overwhelmed caution, she reached for it. A surge coursed through her body as the arrow embedded itself in her left shoulder, awakening newfound abilities tied not just to herself but something much grander: her Stand emerged from within like a vivid dream materializing into reality. Dubbed “Sweet Emotion,” this spirit had power rooted deeply in manipulating emotional states—transforming despair into hope or overwhelming happiness into crippling sadness around those it targeted.

As Kazuki learned to harness Sweet Emotion's abilities amid conflicts fueled by rival Stand users eager to claim supremacy over each other’s destinies, she began realizing how interconnected feelings were among people far beyond mere desires for war or territory—it ultimately brought unity or destruction alike within any community they touched across Nagoya’s vibrant districts. Driven now not only by personal resolve but also compassion towards those sharing similar pain alongside yearning for connection instead-of estrangement amplified through ability usage; thus forged anew purpose led Kazuki onto paths unforeseen while providing empathy where once existed none: creating deep bonds between friends bound together against adversity—and all because fate urged strong melody reachable via voices wafting sweetly along....

Name: Sweet emotion

Ability: Enhanced Energy Desc: The user's energy levels are extraordinarily high, making them far more energetic, active and lively than average members of their species. Condition: Elbow Limit: May constantly leak out. Range: 13m

Power: B Speed: C Range: D Durability: E Precision: D Potential: D

Japanese Va: Miyuki Sawashiro

English Va: Bryn Apprill

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba oc #jojo oc #diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #jjba diu #diu oc #aerosmith #picrew

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dorkofclanlavellan · 1 year ago

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Displaced Friends

Notes: I will be getting to the smut soon but rn I'm just in the mood to hurt people's feelings lol Pairings: Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x gn!reader (Sweetie), Sweetie x male!OC (platonic) Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, lots of swearing, character death, hurt-comfort, violence (not sure what else to put, feel free to let me know)

Joseph Backer. Born March 30th, 1950.

He had been cantankerous towards everyone, including Sweetie, in the beginning. From the moment they'd found him, camped out beside the dumpster behind the bakery, with only an old coat to protect him from the rain.

He'd brusquely shooed Sweetie away when they asked him to at least come inside to get out of the rain. But Sweetie didn't give up. They brought him a thermos of soup, the only unused tarp left from renovating the bakery, and some fresh bread.

He'd shooed them away again but had accepted everything they brought. It became a pattern for the next two weeks.

Then one evening while Sweetie was walking to their car with the bank deposit, some guys tried to mug them. Tried being the operative word, they barely managed to draw their weapons before Joseph came up behind them and knocked them both out with a piece of wood.

After that day he wasn't as ornery towards Sweetie. At their insistence, he accepted a tent they'd gotten him and started using the fire escape to stake out on the roof. He would even cave in and sleep on their couch when the weather was particularly harsh.

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With each passing day, Sweetie and Joseph grew closer and he became a friend and father figure. They bonded over similar childhoods. Both had abusive fathers. He'd surprised Sweetie with how liberal and progressive he was underneath that grumpy exterior.

Joseph's father had forced him into the Marine Corps and into Vietnam. And when he returned home, Joseph never spoke to or saw his father again. He didn't need to since his mother had died when he was 10.

He had gotten married and while his trauma had made the marriage rocky, his wife Lily had stuck by his side. For 30 years they were together. Unable to have children but they were happy to have each other. Then Lily was diagnosed with cancer. She'd gone through treatments, that seemed to do more harm than good. And in 2001, Joseph lost his wife, his house, everything.

He ended up on the streets. Until he met Sweetie, Joseph stopped caring about anyone.

He was a big man. And surprisingly strong. He would help Sweetie around the bakery, refusing to take money. Sweetie would feed him and insist on taking care of him if he wouldn't take cash.

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That first day Bruce Wayne had visited the bakery, Joseph had been in the back, lugging in bags that he refused to let Sweetie bring in themself. "That boy's gonna be trouble." He'd grumbled the second Bruce was out the door. It was a sentiment he repeated with each visit from the billionaire.

After Bruce asked Sweetie out Joseph had warned them, "He's got a reputation of being an absolute slut. Just be careful. That fucker hurts you and I'll kick the shit out of him."

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By late November, Sweetie had convinced Joseph to seek aid at the VA. They found work for him and he would have his own house at the beginning of December.

When Thanksgiving came, neither Sweetie nor Joseph celebrated the holiday. So while Bruce Wayne had to make a public appearance at a Gala or two, Sweetie and Joseph gave out free meals all day and evening. Along with supplies to those who needed anything.

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Black Friday, 2011. Joseph had been carrying some trash out of the bakery for Sweetie. When two assholes at the store next door came stumbling out of the store, fighting each other over a discounted microwave. They were so loud that Sweetie came out to investigate. Right about that time, one of the men pulled out a gun. Before he could fire on his rival though, Joseph tackled him to the ground.

There was a gunshot. Followed by a scream that Sweetie would later learn came from them. Other bystanders sprang into action then. Disarming the gunman, while Sweetie ran to Joseph.

They applied pressure to the wound while demanding someone call an ambulance. Tears streaming down their face. But Joseph was calm, in fact, he was smiling.

"I'm glad I met you, kid." He whispered to them, just as paramedics arrived.

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Sweetie had ridden in the ambulance with Joseph and had called Bruce in hysterics while in the hospital waiting room after giving their statement to police. Bruce was at their side within a few minutes. Holding them the whole time they waited on news from the surgeons.

Joseph hadn't made it, in the end.

And Sweetie had been a wreck for the next few days. They'd stayed with Bruce the whole time. Not wanting to be alone and not wanting to return to their loft.

Bruce was very supportive of Sweetie and didn't leave their side until they were certain they were okay enough to go back to work.

He made sure to check in and be ready to get to them at the drop of a hat, should they need him.

All of this was greatly appreciated and made Sweetie endeared them to Bruce all the more.

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Sweetie smiled softly to themself after hanging up the phone after Bruce's latest check-in call.

They could practically hear Joseph grumbling, "Hmph. Guess I was wrong about that one."

#bruce wayne x reader #batfleck x reader #sweetie series #bruce wayne's sweetie #batfleck x gn!reader #bruce wayne x gn reader #dceu #character death #tw: violence #tw: gun violence #tw: mentions of abuse

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la-costurera-cuerda20 · 1 year ago

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Me enamore. Y todo gracias a un número equivocado.

Como verán en el título, me enamore. Va desde Diciembre, pero me declaré en Marzo y actualmente vamos a 7 meses. La verdad es que no me arrepiento de nada y la estoy pasandola tan bien que me alegro haber tenido la paciencia suficiente para que pase.

Aunque la verdad es que esperaba que nos conocieramos mejor y yo le declaraba el 31 de octubre del 2024. Pero tengo un defecto: No sé mentir. Muchas veces la gente se da cuenta cuando miento y leen facilmente mis intenciones con solo mirarme a los ojos. Realmente mis ojos son como una ventana: lo que ves, es lo que en verdad hay. Sin cortinas ni nada por el estilo.

Pero bueno, nos vamos conociendo cada vez más mejor (si, es hombre). Si sale todo bien, oficializamos ese 31 de octubre del 2024 (aunque él se esta arrepintiendo y quiere oficializar todo. Por mí no hay problema jajaja..).

¿Como nos conocimos? Tal vez no les interese, pero les contaré igual (Advertencia: MUCHO texto). Esto es taan original que de seguro esto no le paso ni siquiera a ningun bisabuelo... bueno, aquí va...

Todo comenzo a finales del 2020. Cuando al querido Alberto se le ocurrio la brillante idea de levantar de a poco el confinamiento. Yo aproveche para salir a pasear y ver tiendas de ropa (pegue el estiron y necesitaba remodelar el armario. Spoiler: hay crisis economico y no pude remodelar nada). En eso, voy a la queridísima "Bond Street" y me reencuentro con una amiga. Allá me abraza y nos emocionamos. De paso, me presenta a sus amigos. Uno de ellos (llamemosle "N"), me dice de agregarme a un grupo de Whatsapp. No lo acepte al principio porque no soy bueno socializando (y la última vez que acepte estar en un grupo, me metieron a un grupo de Orgia. No es broma. Por suerte, me fui antes de tiempo). Al final, me metio igual. Fui conociendo gente... todo bien.

Un día, conozco a una chica trans (llamemosle "Kuromi") y empezamos a charlar y a decir cualquier huevada. Pero el tema es que ella estaba pasada en Maria Juana. Y habia un neonazi en el grupo que tenia un "humor pesado". En un momento, Kuromi estaba de re viaje y al Neonazi no se le ocurrio mejor idea que pegarle porque supuestamente ella lo estaba seduciendo. Pobre, ella empezo a llorar y la tuvimos que contener porque era una bola de nervios absoluto. Amenace al grupo que si no hacian algo al respecto, iba a sacar mi gas pimienta y lo iba a hacerlo boleta.

Despues de todo lo ocurrido y ya en casa, me dispuse a buscar el número de Kuromi. Voy al grupo y me doy cuenta que casi todos escondian sus nombres. Así que tuve que adivinar (claro: debí preguntar. Pero la tímidez me jugo en contra) quien era. Buscaba una persona que estuviese loca (en el buen sentido de la palabra), divertida, flexible (hasta en el outfit), agradable y amable. Ví un "nombre" en particular y una foto de perfil que coincidia con una persona loca. No recuerdo si le hable en privado o fue en el grupo. La cosa es que cada tanto hablabamos.

¿Porque quise hablarle a Kuromi? Porque me preocupaba su bienestar. Yo sé que muchas veces las personas trans tiene días dificiles y tiene el autoestima bajo por sujetos como el neonazi. Y como buena persona, queria subirle los ánimos aunque no sea bueno en ese tema.

¿Pero era ella? NO ¡Todo ese tiempo estuve hablandole al número equivocado! ¿Como me dí cuenta? cuando mando por primera vez un audio al grupo de amigos. Yo, al principio, trate de justificarme que estaba sordo o habia un mal entendido. Tras investigar, si... me dí cuenta tarde que estuve hablando con este ser, en vez de Kuromi. Quise confesarle la verdad y terminar con nuestras charlas. Pero tuve miedo de que se lo contara a todos y me volviera el blanco de la burla del grupo. Así que tuve que fingir que nada paso y seguir con mi vida. Me decepcione un poco, pero me dí cuenta que me gane un amigo. Así que creí que, a pesar de todo, valio la pena.

Ya en Mayo del 2021 (si mal no recuerdo), el confinamiento estaba 100% levantado. Por lo que toco seguir con la vida. Así que mi amiga (llamemosle "A"), me dijo de celebrar su cumple. Obvio que le dije que si. Me prepare y todo eso. Ella me llama y me advierte que viene "T". Me quede en estado de confusion y le pregunte quien era. ella me responde "Twiggy, Boludo!" (Si, a mi pareja le digo "Twiggy". no hagan preguntas). Me puse nervioso, no esperaba conocerlo en persona algún día. No por maldad, es solo que me relaciono más fácil con las personas en el mundo virtual que en la vida real.

La cuestion es que nos conocemos. Al principio fue incomodo porque era una persona "Pegajosa". Al parecer, leyo mi pensamiento y me dio distancia ¡Me dejo ser! La pasamos tan lindo y bailamos juntos. Despúes, me acompaño a la parada del colectivo aunque le dije que no porque conocía el lugar. Fue tan amable conmigo.

Pero el tema es que mi tímidez no me dejaba volver a verlo. Pero si charlabamos cada vez más, incluso dentro del grupo.

pasaron tantas cosas. Nos encontrabamos poco, pero algo era algo. Y en diciembre del 2022 empece a sentir cosas bonitas por él. Como si una parte de mi alma me pidiera estar con él porque se sentia tan seguro, tan calidad, tan... todo. No lo acepte en un momento porque sentí que solo era un amigo casi virtual y nunca lograría nada con él. Pero mi cerebro no paraba de pensar cosas bonitas. Incluso fui a su cumpleaños y la pase tan genial (y era un cuadruple cumpleaños. 4 capricornianos de festejo jajaja...).

Y en Marzo ocurrio la magia. Digo "Magia" porque fue en nuestro boliche de metal donde pasaron la cancion "Dance Macabre" (GHOST). Ambos nos prometimos bailar ese tema algun dia ¡Y cumplimos! (Todo porque le conte que soñe eso). de pronto, sentí como mi corazon latia y el tiempo se volvio cada vez más lento. Yo llevaba un barbijo esqueletico (no por Covid, sino porque amaba el diseño del barbijo que era una calavera). Leímos nuestras intenciones. Me pregunto: "¿Puedo?". Yo le dije que "Si". Él me bajo el barbijo y nos besamos ¡Nuestro primer beso juntos! La música, el grito y el pogo seguia, pero nosotros besandonos.

Y esa noche (19 de marzo del 2023), le conte la verdad de lo que yo sentía por él. Le pedí que no se asustara, dado a que somos más conocidos en el mundo virtual que en otro lado. Le asegure que no me enojaría si me rechazaba. Yo no le iba a prohibir nada (Ni que fuera su madre/padre). Le explique que teniamos hasta el 31 de octubre del 2024 para conocernos ¡Todo el tiempo del mundo! y si todo salia bien, oficializabamos en esa fecha o fingiamos demencia y dejabamos todo atrás. Él acepto ¡Y me gane 3 veces sus dulces besos! (Nada que ver, pero en medio de la charla nuestros amigos salieron porque toco volver a casa. el patovica me advirtio que si salia, despues no podia entrar. fui a por mi mochila y le rete a mis amigos por olvidarme. Twiggy los tuvo que defender jajaja...).

Y acá estamos. Bien locos, bien enamorados. Tenemos dias buenos y malos. Nos contenemos del uno al otro. estamos bien y peleamos por estar bien. No importa a quien le recemos, solo queremos lo mejor para nosotros.

Así que no me arrepiento de nada. Bendita sea mi tímidez por no preguntar nada y hablar todo el tiempo con el número equivocado.

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beardedmrbean · 1 year ago

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1. 'Belgium's banks are fighting again for clients,' De Croo says

Belgian Prime Minister Alexander De Croo has claimed that the government's successful issuance of special one-year bonds means that Belgium's banks will be forced to "fight again" on behalf of their customers. Read more.

2. 'Completely inhumane': De Moor decision to stop shelter for single men heavily criticised

The decision to no longer grant reception for single men seeking asylum in Belgium has been widely condemned by lawyers, NGOs and politicians, which will likely leave thousands more roaming the streets of Brussels. Read more.

3. 'No one else to hug': Cuddle therapy is a hit in Brussels

While not a replacement for traditional treatment, recent studies support the host of positive health benefits offered by platonic hugs. An embrace, even platonic, floods the brain with chemicals that are proven to be good for our health. Sadly, many people do not have anyone to hug. Read more.

4. After six years, Brussels Neptunium swimming pool reopens on 18 September

After years of renovation work, the Neptunium swimming pool in the Brussels municipality of Schaerbeek will reopen from Monday 18 September. Read more.

5. Scandal at European Parliament: Marie Arena's son caught with €280,000 in cash

Belgian investigators have seized €280,000 in cash from an apartment belonging to the son of Belgian MEP Marie Arena: one of the leading figures implicated in the Qatargate corruption scandal. Read more.

6. De Wever attack on Vlaams Belang shows divide among Flemish separatists

Flemish nationalist and N-VA leader Bart De Wever has taken a jab at the far-right Flemish party, Vlaams Belang, highlighting the divide between Flemish independentists ahead of the June 2024 elections. Read more.

7. Future of European ski resorts in doubt due to climate crisis

Climate change could spell the end of many popular European ski resorts, as warming temperatures will increasingly leave mountainous regions without adequate annual snowfalls. Read more.

#nunyas news

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once-in-a-blue-moon-rising · 2 years ago

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First Lines Tag Game

Thanks very much to the ever-lovely @themirokai for the tag, this was fun! Also, I was surprised to find I didn't need to dip into my old FF.net works - I didn't realise I already have enough on AO3.

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics. If you have fewer than 10 fics, post the first lines of all your fics.

10. In My Blood I Felt Bubbles Burst. It had started innocently enough. (Good Omens)

9. Red phones and red lines. ‘Raquel.’ His voice was low and hoarse and it broke on the second syllable of her name, but hearing it felt like coming home. (La Casa de Papel)

8. Plan Normandy. Across Madrid, billboards started to change. (La Casa de Papel)

7. A Christmas Thief. Outside, the streets of Madrid glittered with frost, and Christmas lights winked from every storefront. (La Casa de Papel)

6. When It Rains. Mycroft watched the footage in horror. (Sherlock)

5. Brick Red. It had been a long summer. (James Bond)

4. Fire Dancing with Snow. Greg left in a hurry. (Sherlock)

3. Los atisbos pequeños. ‘Va a estar bien’, dijo Greg. ‘Lo prometo.’ (Sherlock)

2. Charisma Roll. Outside the cottage, night had fallen. (Good Omens)

1. Major Revisions. Dear Mr Lestrade, It would be premature to declare it a pleasure to make your acquaintance, however I do hope that you will prove yourself cooperative enough that I may return the sentiment in time. (Sherlock)

I'm not tagging anyone specific this time, but if you see this and would like to do it, consider it a sign! You can cite me as your tagger and I'd love to read your first lines :)

#it me #writing #i have learned that although i'm wordy in general #i am very frugal with my opening lines

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fraeyawrites · 2 years ago

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Plot Twist || Finn Shelby

Summary: Jo O'Brien had written stories of knights in shining armor slaying a ferocious dragon with a glistening sword. Jo O'Brien's reality was far from her fantasies.

Warnings: Period typical sexism, language, angst

Word Count:

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Jo O'Brien used to write as though she was running out of time.

The red feather quill that she insisted upon using would delicately glide across the page. The blank ink would be cursed as it smeared when her left hand dragged across it. Dozens and dozens of papers would stacked neatly atop one another until they nearly toppled over.

Writing was one of the few things that brought Jo peace. In a world of war and economic collapses, the chance to write about a different one was one Jo leapt at. She would scribe novels of fantasy or works of literature criticizing the issues in her country that are in need of changing. The latter of the two were the ones that she tended to keep hidden in order to not stir up conflict.

Jo adored burrowing away in her novels, learning from the greats such as Shakespeare, Homer, and Dante. Often times she would spend more time annotating these books then actually reading them.

She was content with her life.

Until January 21, 1919.

Jo was 12 years old when the Irish War of Independence commenced. It was the climax of a centuries long struggle for control of Ireland. There had been many bloody wars fought and revolts against the British rule, but the War of Independence was one unlike any before. Patrick O'Brien, Jo's father, was one of the many who decided to fight against British Security Forces and Irish Loyalists. It was not long before Jo's elder brothers joined the battle.

All five of the O'Brien men died in the year of 1920. Jo, at the ripe age of 13, was orphaned. Her mother had passed in the autumn of 1918 and all relatives that were not deceased had no interest in caring for the O'Brien girl.

So, Jo packed her belongings. Her three finished novels were shoved into a knapsack, along with the few banknotes that had been hidden in a jar in the kitchen. She fled from Ireland on foot.

But it was not safe for a young girl traveling alone.

Her once waist length hair was chopped. It is now settled around her ears. Her chest was bonded with bandages. The curvature was erased. Her dresses were traded. They were replaced trousers and button up shirts.

Jo O'Brien was no longer the lady her mother had raised her to be.

Jo O'Brien did what she had to to survive.

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Jo O'Brien was running.

Her feet carried her down the crowded streets of Birmingham. She spared no time in shouting apologies to those knocked into, nor did she waste a moment to glance behind her to see if they were still chasing her. She knew they were. She could hear their shouts. She could hear their heavy footsteps. They were closing in on her. It was one of those moments when a predator is chasing its prey, and no matter how much you wish the gazelle or zebra would escape the cheetah or lion, you know the outcome.

Jo couldn't say she doesn't deserve what is coming to her. She also cannot say she regrets what led to her being chased throughout Small Heath. Robert Walsh, in her opinion, needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. Teaching him that lesson just so happened to fall on her shoulders.

"Come back here you coward!" Robert's shout erupted from behind her. The sound of his furious tone only encourages the girl to increase her pace.

She does not make it more than five steps before a hand tags the back of her charcoal black jacket. She is sent sprawling to the concrete sidewalk in a loud heap. Her head ricochets off the pavement beneath her and a high pitched ringing fills her ears. Her eyes glaze over in what she can only assume to be tears.

Blurred figures enter her direct line of sight, the closer they get the more lucid they become. Robert's smug face is before her. The left side of his head holds a vast, bleeding laceration, courtesy of Jo. He harshly grabs her by the collar of her white button up and hauls her to her feet.

As Jo attempts to regain her balance she takes in the elder boy before her. He stands near a head taller than her and has to look down over the bridge of his crooked nose to glare at her. His pasty white skin only accentuates the vivid blue of his eyes. His once white shirt which has now been colored shades of dirt brown and scarlet red tightly hugs his muscular form. Regardless of whether he was about to break every bone in Jo's body or not, she had to admit, he was attractive.

She is quite literally knocked out of her thoughts by Robert's fist slamming into the left side of her face. Due to the tight grasp the boy had on her collar she does not fall to the ground as she so wishes to do. Her knees nearly give out at the brute force of the punch. Another one of the boys who was formerly chasing her wraps his arms under Jo's armpits and lifts her into an upright position. As his hands near her wrapped chest she suddenly begins to struggle. The last thing the girl wants to happen, on top of being beaten by three of the toughest boys in the school, is Birmingham finding out about her concealed gender. Her struggling is immediately brought to a stop when the wind is knocked out of her, courtesy of Robert's fist. Jo starts to cough in an attempt to regain the breath that was stolen from her.

"Not so tough now, are you paddy?" Walter Jackson insulted from his place behind Robert. Jo does not satisfy him with a quick witted retort as he expected her to do. She instead smiles towards the boy across from her, her teeth coated in the red of blood. This action only rewards her with a fist to the face. Her ears are filled with the high pitched ringing once again. She desires nothing more than to welcome the black oblivion of unconsciousness. If she were to do so though, her chances of waking up are slim to none. So, in a split second decision, her head slams into the face of the boy restraining her. She listens to his cry of pain, but pays no mind to it. Instead, she wriggles out of his now loose grasp and begins to run once more.

No thought is in her head. Adrenaline runs through her veins alongside the blood, the two blending together into a perfect concoction of energy.

Jo can hear the shouts and curses from behind her, yet she does not hear the trio of boys chasing after her. She does not dare to glance back however. Her gaze remains straight ahead and her focus on maintaining her fast pace. As she sharply turns the corner she collided with a trio of men.

"Watch it, boy!" Arthur Shelby cried, shoving the girl backwards. Jo stumbles slightly at the force, but managed to maintain her balance. She of course immediately recognizes the men before her, as would any person in Small Heath. Everyone knew of the Shelby brothers.

"Sorry, sir." Jo apologized, lowering her voice by multiple octaves to keep up her male facade. She maneuvers around the company of three and begins to sprint once more.

She does not feel that gaze of Thomas Shelby following her.

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Jo O’Brien’s pale skin now bears a collage of purple and blue bruises. Her thin face has become slightly more wide due to the wound that has inflated on her cheekbone. The back alleyway that she is slumped over in reflects her current emotions.

Despair.

Despondency.

She feels as though she might as well be another brick in the wall she is leaning up against. Just one in a sea of thousands.

Silently, the teenage girl crawls over to a flipped over garbage can. It is tucked away in the corner, away from prying eyes and potential thieves. She gently tilts it over. Beneath the metal can is all that Jo owns. Three books are there, one of her own created and the other two classics such as the Iliad and Dante’s Inferno. A roll of bandages that the girl uses to restrain the curvature of her chest lay on the ground. And finally a small pile of loose change that Jo has managed to collect over the years.

Carefully, she picks up the worn leather bound copy of the Iliad. Tucked neatly within the yellow pages is a black and white photograph. A family of seven can be seen, all smiling widely towards the camera. Jo trails her finger over the faces of her deceased relatives. She takes a staggering breath before flipping the picture over. Written neatly in black in is the date, as well as the signatures of those photographed.

At the sound of footsteps nearing her current home, the girl shoved her photo in between the pages once more. She places the book beneath the garbage can and looks to the entrance of the alleyway.

Isaiah Jesus and Finn Shelby pass by. They falter mid step however at the sight of the beaten up ‘boy’ at the back of the alley.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Finn questioned, lightly gesturing to Jo’s bruised and beaten face.

“Robert Walsh.” Jo responded, her voice deeper than it should be as as 16 year old girl. Slowly, the two Peaky Blinders nod their heads in understanding, having both had their fair share of incidents with the Walsh boy. Jo takes note of the laceration running across the left side of Finn’s face and juts her chin towards it.

“What the fuck happened to you?” She interrogated, her head tilting to the side.

Finn lightly smiles as the memory comes rushing back.

“Had a run in with Vincent Bourne.” He replied as though it is no big deal.

“And you lived?” Jo asked, amazed that anyone could have an altercation with Vincent Bourne and walk away less than ten broken bones. Isaiah claps his companion on the back in pride.

“Not only that. He won.”

Jo whistles, impressed. She’s witnessed someone step up to Vincent Bourne and to imagine anyone beating him is a fabrication of the mind.

“What’s your name?” Finn suddenly questioned, his eyes narrowing as he looks over the seated girl. He’s lived in Small Heath his whole life and he can’t recall ever seeing this ‘boy’ before.

“Jo.” She stated, wincing as she pushed herself to her feet.

“Jo what?” Isaiah queried, equally as curious as his friend.

“Jo O’Brien.”

“Never heard of you.” Finn told her. Jo shrugged her shoulders, having expected this. Since she came to Birmingham she’s done her best to lay low. To avoid the suspicious stares of the people who have lived there since birth.

“And who are you?” Jo questioned, knowing full well who both the teenagers before her are. The pair look at one another, surprised at what she is asking. When they glance back to her she breaks out into a grin. “I’m just fucking with you.”

The two Peaky Blinders follow her lead and smile as well. It has been a long while since someone has had the guts to mess with one of them, let alone both.

“Where are you two headed?”

“The Garrison.” Finn answered. An idea suddenly pops into his head. “Do you want to come?”

At the invitation, Jo’s eyes light up. It has been a long while since someone has invited her to do anything other than fight. She quickly nods her head, much to the amusement of Isaiah and Finn. She is gestured out of the alley that she stands in and to the sides of the two Peaky Blinders boys. Together, they begin their trek to the Garrison.

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Jo O’Brien has never liked the taste of alcohol. She never liked the way it burned as it traveled down her throat, nor did she enjoy the way it left her tipsy after the first sip. But when given a drink on the house, she is given no choice but to down the whiskey. She is quick to mask the wince as the liquid meets her tongue and send a smile to the two boys beside her.

“What’d you do to piss off Robert?” Finn suddenly interrogated, looking over to where Jo is seated.

Absentmindedly, the girl shrugs her shoulders.

“You had to have done something!” Isaiah cried, desiring the information of what earned their new companion the injuries her face holds.

“Walsh needed to be knocked down a few pegs.” Jo told them before taking a sip of her now refilled drink. “So, I punched him.” She finished, grinning proudly when she is clapped on the back by Finn.

“Attaboy!” Isaiah cheered, making Jo falter. She is reminded in this moment that she is not the girl her mother raised. She is Jo. The same Jo who traded her dresses for pants. The same Jo who has pretended to be a boy since she was 13. The girl her mother raised no longer exists.

“You alright there, Jo?” Finn questioned, breaking the teenager out of her trance like state. Jo quickly nods her head, practically dragging the smile back to her face.

“Of course.” Jo confirmed. She silently listens to the conversations that are occurring around her by the other patrons of the pub. Some are discussing business, others are discussing personal life. These discussions all quiet when the door to the Garrison opens. Jo turns around in her chair to see the three eldest Shelby brothers standing there. Quickly, Jo faces her glass of whiskey once more, hoping to avoid eye contact with the men.

“Finn boy!” Arthur cried, stepping over to his youngest brother’s side and slashing him on the shoulder. Jo sees in her peripherals Thomas taking a seat beside her. She can practically feel him staring at her.

“Who the fuck are you?” He interrogated, bringing silence to the already quiet pub. Jo hesitantly glances over to Thomas and points to herself, as if she is asking “me?”.

“Yes, you.”

“I’m Jo.” Said girl introduced herself, holding out her hand for Thomas to shake. He does not. Jo slowly lets her hand falls down to her side and returns to staring at her glass of whiskey.

“Jo here, punched Robert Walsh.” Finn told his brother. Thomas hums in acknowledgment, sizing up the ‘boy’ who is seated beside him.

“What a fucking prick!” John cried, recalling a conversation he once had with Robert. It did not end without violence. Jo snorts at the declaration, agreeing with what the man had to say.

“Doesn’t look like you won the fight.” Arthur commented, scanning over Jo’s bruised and bloody face. Jo blushes at this, but shakes her head nonetheless.

“That’ll happen when he has his two friends hold you back.” She told him.

“We’ll get him next time.” Isaiah told his new friend.

#Finn Shelby #Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders fanfic #fanfic #Thomas Shelby #love story #John Shelby #Arthur Shelby #Polly gray #Michael gray #love #slow burn

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Exploring New Construction and Window Tinting in Hampton, VA: A Homeowner’s Guide

Introduction

Hampton, Virginia, is a thriving city that blends rich history with modern development, making it an appealing choice for new construction. Whether you’re planning to build a new home or renovate an existing one, collaborating with experienced general contractors and considering window tinting hampton va can enhance your property’s value and comfort. This guide will delve into the essentials of new construction in Hampton, the benefits of window tinting, and tips for selecting the right general contractors.

The New Construction Landscape in Hampton, VA

Hampton's real estate market is booming, driven by new residential and commercial construction projects. With a variety of neighborhoods and property types, there's something for everyone.

Key Steps in New Construction

Site Selection: Choosing the right location is critical. Consider factors like proximity to schools, shopping, and work. Research local amenities and community vibe to find the perfect fit.

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Why Hire Local General Contractors?

Local general contractors bring invaluable expertise to new construction projects in Hampton. Their knowledge of local regulations and building practices can streamline the process and prevent potential pitfalls.

Choosing the Right General Contractor

Research and Referrals: Start by asking for recommendations from friends, family, or real estate professionals. Check online reviews and portfolios to gauge the contractor’s previous work.

Interview Potential Candidates: Meet with multiple contractors to discuss your project. Assess their communication style, responsiveness, and willingness to address your concerns.

Verify Credentials: Ensure that the contractor is licensed, insured, and bonded. This protects you from liability and guarantees that the work will meet industry standards.

The Benefits of Window Tinting

Incorporating window tinting into your new construction or renovation can offer numerous advantages, enhancing both the functionality and aesthetic appeal of your property.

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Enhanced Security: Window tinting can add a layer of protection against shattering, making it more difficult for intruders to break in.

Conclusion

As Hampton, VA, continues to expand, the opportunities for new construction and property improvement are plentiful. Engaging skilled general contractors ensures that your building project runs smoothly and meets all local regulations. Additionally, incorporating window tinting can enhance energy efficiency, UV protection, and privacy. By considering these factors, homeowners can create comfortable, stylish, and functional spaces that stand the test of time. Whether you’re embarking on a new construction journey or upgrading your existing home, understanding these key elements will help you make informed decisions that contribute to a successful project in Hampton

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partybus11 · 2 months ago

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What to Expect from a Corporate Party Bus Rental in Washington DC

In today's fast-paced corporate world, employee engagement and team bonding have become essential for success. More companies are recognizing the importance of creating memorable experiences for their teams, and a corporate party bus rental in Washington DC is an exciting and unique way to achieve this. ADC Party Bus, with its exceptional services in the Washington DC, Virginia (VA), and Maryland (MD) areas, offers a luxurious and convenient transportation solution for corporate events.

If you are planning a corporate outing, team-building activity, or business event, renting a corporate party bus provides the perfect mix of professionalism and fun. But what exactly should you expect from such a rental?

Why Choose a Corporate Party Bus for Your Next Event?

Renting a corporate party bus rental offers several key advantages over traditional transportation options. Whether you’re organizing a company retreat, client meeting, or holiday party, a party bus ensures your team is transported in comfort and style. Here are some reasons why a corporate party bus rental in Washington DC is a fantastic choice:

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For extended trips, especially when traveling across Washington DC, Maryland, or Virginia, having an onboard restroom is an added convenience. Larger corporate party buses often come equipped with clean, well-maintained restrooms to ensure maximum comfort throughout the journey.

What Events Are Corporate Party Buses Ideal For?

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Company Retreats and Team-Building Activities

Corporate retreats and team-building exercises are essential for building a positive company culture. A party bus is the perfect transportation option to take your team to a retreat location while fostering a sense of excitement and unity. The fun and relaxed environment helps break the ice and encourages employees to bond.

Client Meetings and Business Events

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For out-of-town clients or employees, a corporate party bus can provide luxurious airport transfers to and from Washington DC’s major airports (DCA, IAD, and BWI). It offers a relaxing start or end to their journey, ensuring they feel valued and appreciated.

How to Choose the Right Corporate Party Bus Rental in Washington DC

With so many options available, it’s essential to choose the right corporate party bus rental service to meet your needs. Here are some factors to consider:

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Check what amenities are included in the rental package. Does the bus offer Wi-Fi, refreshments, and entertainment options? Customize your rental based on your needs, whether it's a formal business trip or a fun corporate celebration.

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The experience and professionalism of the chauffeur are critical for ensuring a smooth and enjoyable ride. ADC Party Bus employs highly trained chauffeurs with decades of experience navigating Washington DC and the surrounding areas.

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merry-go-round-jailhouse · 4 months ago

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低音質のピチカート・ファイヴ (Pizzicato Five) BLACK ALBUM -rare tracks 1993-2000

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Fan-made compilation album of rare Pizzicato Five tracks and recordings, made for the 20th anniversary of their breakup.

Happy Sad, live version on a Fuji TV program with Konishi Yasuharu, but featuring AKKO from My Little Lover as guest singer.

Taken from a recording of Fuji TV's FACTORY live music program FACTORY. Recording of The Night Is Still Young/東京は夜の七時 included, then audio only of Such a Beautiful Girl Like You. Includes short interview between Konishi and Maki. Longer version with video is uploaded on Youtube elsewhere.

Nissan Mistral CM (Baby Portable Rock riff), plus extended commercial commentary from, per Google translate, Monsieur Kamayatsu, speaking in what I take to be a Japanese impression of Francophone speaking in what I can only describe as Frapanese? I think. Fellow linguistics-focused autistic followers, jump on this and figure it out, please.

"Kid's Challenge" theme jingle (kid's educational NHK program).

Theme song for the program "Shounen Katori" on Fuji TV. (Added commentary: "Will this video of Nomiya Maki lead to the official release of the Darlin' of Discotheque music video?" ONE CAN ONLY HOPE)

a Tokyo/東京の合唱, album version demo, "unfinished version" broadcast on READYMADE FM on Tokyo FM radio show.

Message Song, acoustic version. Also broadcast on READYMADE FM.

Acoustic performance of the song, "Sukiyaki", or, rather, Ue o Muite Arukou/上を向いて歩こう, performed while on their World Tour. I think this was performed in a radio station in San Francisco? Another funny linguistic note: This song is properly named 上を向いて歩こう (ue o muite arukou/"I Look Up While I Walk"), and was written as a protest song during the Anpo Tousou era against American interference in Japan via the U.S.-Japan Security Treaty. However, it was renamed "Sukiyaki" (as in the hotpot dish without that dish being referenced at all in the lyrics of the song) to be easier for Anglophone audiences. Now whoever uploaded this video has also titled it "sukiyaki", despite writing in Japanese... globalism moment?

Live performance of Baby, It's You.

Live performance of Bond Street.

Video of live performance of CDJ. Konishi and Maki both appear. Valuable artifact!

Live performance of Superstar, from Pizzicato Five Catwalk Live. Another valuable artifact! Full version, I think, of this concert is uploaded under the same name elsewhere on Youtube, too, although of a similar low quality.

Twiggy Twiggy and Tout Va Bien, from their amazing performance at Shinjuku Liquid Room. This is about half the live that they did at this venue; you can find a longer recording of this live on Youtube, along with a version of Baby Portable Rock and Mon Amour Tokyo.

Acoustic version of "1 janvier", from their final album Çà et là du Japon, again from READYMADE FM program.

#Youtube #pizzicato five #ピチカート・ファイヴ #yasuharu konishi #nomiya maki

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folkbellies · 5 months ago

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Chapter 1 Humble Beginnnings

Chapter One | Humble beginnings part 1 November 19, 2014. This is the most influential date of my lifetime, or maybe that’s June 10, 2023. It was the day my life changed for better or for worse, or whatever they say. No, that’s not the day I got married, but it may as well have been.

November 19, 2014 is the day I fell in love at first sight with Christopher Ryan Willey (WILL-Lee). He would have wanted me to put emphasis on the pronunciation of his last name.

I’ll give a little background on me. I was born on a Friday, June 14, 1991, as Alexandria Christine Taylor. I was raised by my mom, Sheila, a true badass hippy lady who didn’t take shit and my dad, Leroy, a marijuana advocate musician that struggled with addiction and has a strong faith in Jesus.

The youngest of three with my sister, Camille, the artistic, quirky, intellectual middle child and my brother Daniel, the quiet, nerdy, intelligent oldest child. As far as families go, I believe we are all pretty close and have a rather unconventional, yet deep love for one another.

In my childhood years, the motto was ‘Never go a day without a hug’ and ‘Do as I say, not as I do.’ We all vibe really well and bonding over a fat joint isn’t beyond us. I met the best of friends any girl could dream of having as soon as I moved to Florida when I was 4. Her name was Tiffany Crystal Worman and I met her after my families very spontaneous, unplanned move from Dillwyn, VA because an undercover FBI agent was apparently investigating my dad for getting mailed hundreds of hits of acid from New York.

I met Tiffany in Van Doren Avenue in New Port Richey. Tiffany and I lived on the same street and her mom waitressed at the Denny’s my dad cooked at.

I did not want to be friends with her when I first met her. Pink bow, pink sparkly dress and matching sparkly Mary Jane’s against my disheveled long hair, oversized Pocahontas T-shirt and purple pants and I was either barefoot or my laces weren’t tied.

But, after our parents forced our friendship we immediately clicked.

She had everything I ever wanted from a family. A nice house, family portraits, lots and lots of toys! Tiffany and our families spent every holiday and birthday together. Her mom even got us season passes to Busch Gardens every year. We went through our phases of worshipping Eminem and The Used and I’d spend weeks at a time at her house like a second home, going to Youth Group and summer camps. We were inseparable.

I spent my younger years wondering about the swamps, feeding gators little frogs I’d find and coming home with a missing shoe.

Around age 6 I saw firsthand the fight that resulted in their eventual divorce. Looking back on it, I remember the pain in my mother’s eyes and her screams from all the years of being mistreated and cheated on. I saw it break her down until she couldn’t take it anymore.

I saw her lunge at my father with a boot horn and him back up and fell into the ironing board. But, I also remember my mom making me walk with her to the pay phone outside of the Big lots in the Southgate shopping center to call 911, she made me say I saw daddy hit mommy and he spent the night in jail.

I remember being so very little and having the police pull me Camille and Daniel to the side and ask us if we ever saw daddy hit mommy and us all say no and then ask if we ever saw them smoke something that smelled funny or wasn’t a cigarette and being trained at a really young age we all knew to say no.

When I was 8, as a means to fix their broken marriage, my parents decided to sell everything we owned and put the rest in storage. They bought an RV and we drove to New Jersey to spend some time with our cousin Megan, then hopped on a plane in New York City to London, England. I thought I was saying my very last goodbye to the most important person in my world, Tiffany.

We backpacked from London to Wales and took a ferry to Dublin where we spent Christmas Eve and Day. Then, we took a bus to Sligo and spent time up there with my Great Uncle Christi and got to see the town my maternal grandmother lived in. Ireland was absolutely incredible with the greenest grass a shade you weren’t even aware you could see, castles built in the sides of every mountain and sheep as large as buffalo.

We almost moved Chapter 24 | Treatment My mom picked me up almost immediately after Chris had left and we drove to my dads house 3 hours away in a small town called Crescent City. My dad had a small plot of land with a single wide trailer on it as well as the 5th wheel that my sister and her family lived in.

There was a lot going on for the two or three days that I was there. I tried my best to be as festive as I possibly could, at least for my Nephew Axle, but I just didn’t have the energy for it.

I spent most of my time catching up on sleep in the back bedroom in my sister’s RV and I ate. I ate like I hadn’t seen food in ages. Granted, the traditional meal cooked on Thanksgiving and Christmas happened to be my favorite dishes to speak of.

I sat my whole family down at one point during my stay and I apologized for my most recent fuckery when I came back from Seattle. I told them about my plans to go to detox so that they can get me into a rehab and after rehab I would be going into sober living. I told them I was finally done with my life of drug use and addiction and I was ready to heal.

Then the question they had all been waiting for me to answer: Was I going to go back to Chris? Of course, I had every intention of going back to Chris but for the sake of my family I decided to lie. I said I had no intentions to ever speak to him again. I said whatever needed to be said in order for the subject to be changed.

On the way back to Pasco County my mom stops by the BayCare Harbor in Port Richey and I get out of the car with all my bags and I rang the doorbell at the front entrance of the detox facility.

They let me right in the door and I gave my mom a hug and a kiss goodbye.

This was a huge step for me… admitting I needed help and actually going out to seek it on my own. All by myself.

I hardly remember detox. I did happen to meet two very nice gentleman while I was there – Stephen and Jacob. I gave them both my contact information for when I got out of rehab they could hit me up.

I spent 5 long days in detox. But, it was just the amount of time needed to facilitate me going to a rehab center. I was accepted at two different facilities. One was the Phoenix House in the Ocala area and the other one was called Acts Keystone which was much closer in Tarpon Springs. I chose Acts.

On December 30th of 2022 BayCare had placed me in my Uber and sent me to my very first rehabilitation center. It was a 90 day program and I had every intention of staying the entire duration of that time. Phone calls would be made once a week to one number only, computer use was prohibited and there was no smoking (or vaping) allowed.

I brought everything I owned with me and luckily for me my amazing mother had my back and bought me a small AM/FM radio, my own pillow and blanket, and I was allowed to have my gel pens.

At admission, they took my belongings and put them inside a heat treated bag that was meant to kill off bedbugs or any other germs. I met a girl in my intake who was also just arriving and her name was Caelon (Kay-Lynn). Caelon was roughly the same age as me with a fentanyl and meth addiction and she had just moved to Florida in the previous years from St. Louis MO.

We hit it off really quickly and to our surprise they decided to make us bunkies in dorm number 2. I met a lot of people while in rehab but the ones who stood out the most were Caelon, Kayla, and Allyson. Kayla and Allyson had been in treatment together for a while, having waited on a bed to open up while having to sit in a jail cell, they arrived at Acts together too.

The very first thing I found to complain about was the food. Who cares that the food was borderline uneatable but the portion sizes were for toddlers. I couldn’t order my restricted diet because if I did I’d have to eat nothing but a salad for 90 whole days and I don’t think I could have handled that.

But, men ran the kitchen so there wasn’t anything we could do about it.

I dove right into my recovery as soon as I got there. It took a minute to transition from the holiday schedule and Covid outbreak that happened before I got there but once we got back on schedule and they figured out which therapist they were going to assign me I made sure to complete the Phase A packet and start working on my step work.

The schedule for rehab looked a little like this:

730 Breakfast

800 clean

900 roll call/stretch/walk

10-12 groups

12-1 lunch

1-3 groups

4-5 free time

5-6 dinner

Doors to outside closed at dusk

615 coffee

7-8 AA/NA

As far as the curriculum was concerned, I was a rock star! Apparent not very many clients bother with doing the step work because you can’t really get a sponsor while in rehab and they don’t want to do step work without one. I was blowing through a step every week. I tried to be an overachiever and finish my Phase packets ahead of schedule but they only accept the packets every 30 days.

Caelon and Kayla got voted into the kitchen with me as a back up which quickly turned into me taking Kayla’s spot because she sucked at waking up in the morning.

A new girl came into Acts right around the same time we got voted into the kitchen. Her name is Amanda and she was an adorable southern bell.

It started off with just me and Kayla going out into the tall grass field after dinner and laying down to watch the waves in the sunset or to catch a group of deer frolicking at the base of the woods. Then, after sharing with them the magic we seemed to always share together soon it was me, Kayla, Caelon and Amanda every day after dinner just laughing, listening to music and telling each other stories of our life.

Those girls got me through rehab like they wouldn’t believe. I don’t know what I’d have done without those stress relieving magical nights sitting in the tall grass with my best friends. KEYSTONE KILLERS!

I tried my very first red meat burger while I was in rehab and I absolutely fell in love with burgers from that day forward.

There was a man at Keystone, his name was Michael or Big Mike for he was like 6’5. He practiced witchcraft and he had a very intense yet powerful outlook on recovery. He let me borrow a book that belonged to him called “The Power Of Now” which was all about living in the present moment and nothing else. But, not in the sense that you can set goals for yourself because that’s just preposterous. Living in the Now is more of a mentality than anything. It was an incredible book.

Big Mike frequently would lead the meetings for AA or NA whenever our guest speakers wouldn’t show up. He was very insightful and there was more than one occasion I sat with him to pick his brain about how he thought I could heal from my trauma.

I cried a lot in rehab. Actually, when I had first got there they had put me on a prescription for Wellbutrin and it took just about all of me not to kill myself right there. My depression got so bad that I actually handed in my razors to the BHTs. I immediately stopped taking my meds and talked to the psych doctor about switching my meds and he put me on Abilify, remeron and a low dose anti anxiety medication which ended up working much better for me.

By the time I was halfway through, I was over being there. I was able to get in contact with Chris’ mom while there and she informed me he had made it to Maryland and wanted to file for divorce. He wasn’t coming up off of his phone number for me. The entire time I was there I had this gut wrenching feeling that he may overdose while we were apart. I knew from his mom that he had made it to Baltimore and from there his grandfather bought him a ticket to Salisbury.

I knew he was with his family but I also knew that was prime opiate stomping grounds and I was worried.

My teeth started giving me a lot of trouble while in rehab so I scheduled a day to go to the dentist. At Dr. Monticello’s office I had 5 teeth pulled.

By day 50 I had enough of rehab and checked myself out. for good but by the Grace of God something changed my parents mind, and we unpacked the shipping container and stayed in New Port Richey, Florida.

To no surprise, the efforts to save my parents marriage failed and as a result my father decided to take off, pursuing the life of a rock star and headed to Amsterdam to find his dream band. I remember the heart breaking feeling I had watching him leave on that greyhound bus. I thought I’d never see him again. He was gone for a few months before flying into Miami and getting arrested for cocaine possession.

Driving 3 hours there and back just to have to see him through a glass window in the wall talking through a corded phone. Saying goodbye and holding our hands up to the window, pressing them up to one another through two-inch thick glass. I was a codependent daddy’s girl, and I was so hurt, seeing him in his blue jumpsuit every couple of months or so for almost a year.

My mom drank a lot back then. But, she had it rough raising 3 kids all about to go through puberty, fighting all the time, her working full time and paying all the bills herself while her party animal, drug using husband partied and traveled the world and ended up in jail. There’s no way I could have possibly done any better, but a kid remembers.

There were bad days like the time my brother sucker punched my sister and made her cry, so she grabbed him by the rat tail and slammed his face into the coffee table. Or the time I got in a bike accident and instead of taking me to the hospital my mom told me, and I will never forget “Suck it up and don’t bitch!” Meanwhile I’m staying at Tiffany’s and eating mashed potatoes and applesauce for months after. But, I still remind myself that mothering never came naturally for my mom.

#elevatedellie #humblebeginnings #drugs #addiction #recovery #therapy #lifestory

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HERE WE GO!

The sweat trickling down your skin made you feel as if you’d gone into heat, but the distinct lack of slick coming from your core confirmed you were just boiling under the evening sun’s remaining beams of light.

I have a bad feeling… hmm

You had no doubt your scent must be in full force. You’d already seen the way Sherriff Bodecker had eyed you as he passed in his police cruiser, window down and shameless leering gaze on you as he passed. Creep. He could have at least offered you some help.

okay he’s a prick. and fucking rude.

As your tired feet continued to lead you down the street, passing by the small houses that adorned your wayward town, all similar in design and undeniably boring in architecture, you couldn’t help but notice a black SUV with tinted windows roll past you. Not once, but twice.

The image of the smiling girl felt as if it was peering into you, warning you as severe, cutting anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach, beginning to spread like rot through an old oak tree.

POETIC AS FUCK

As you hid you thought of James. Your boyfriend would be home by now, his appointment at the VA having finished at noon. He wasn’t the same after he returned from deployment, his left arm gone like a lot of his joy for life, but he was working on himself, and it made you so proud.

oh hello there 🥹🥹🥹 is our boi

You knew the risks of having a partner in the Army, but you were lucky to have him. While neither of you were ready to bond, his presence was undoubtedly calming, the two of you like yin and yang, fitting in a perfect harmony. You didn’t have to try with James, he was a sweetheart through and through, just the mere thought of the Alpha put a smile on your face. He wasn’t there, but it was like you could feel his arms tight around you, whispering in your ear that you were safe.

okay, I’m suspicious, why is he getting the best introduction now when this is a Nick fic…

WHAT DO YOU DO TO MY BOY?!

It was difficult for him integrating back into society, especially when in a small town all people do is gossip. But he’d found a nice group of friends he played social poker in the next township over. While you lost Wednesday nights with James, you were hoping he was finding himself again. One step at a time.

ah my heart is so full 🥰

The sooner you got home to James and the comfort of the beefy man’s tenderness, the better.

hell to the yes

You stopped for a moment, right outside your house, distracted by the artistic colours that painted the horizon before you noticed it. The black SUV. Parked in your driveway in front of the house that was undeniably no more aesthetic than any other. But it was yours. Yours and James’.

AMBER

I SWEAR TO FUCK

In your living room was James, bloodied to a pulp, his face hardly recognisable as a group of six men surrounding him.

NO WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

“Get out of here…” James mumbled, barely coherent through his puffed face, pulling more sobs from you as you glanced over his body.

AMBER

NO NO NO

I YELLED NOT WITHOUT YOU 😭

Rage burned through you as you turned to the men, eyes falling on the one with the most dominant presence in the room, his scent competing for dominance with your Alpha’s. Clean cut hair, piercing azure eyes, 6’4” hulking figure, and a tailored suit probably worth more than your yearly salary.

DO NOT TRY AND TURN MY ANGER INTO HORNINESS YOU BITCH

“Feisty Omega.” You watched the way his eyes travelled to your exposed neck, his head tilting slightly, “feisty unmated Omega.”

don’t test me you sonofabitch I’ll gut you like a FISH

Under the man’s leering gaze, you kept your body in front of James, blood covering every part of you that touched your Alpha as it spilled from him. But you could still hear his little wheezing breaths that told you he was alive.

‘Til our last breaths.

DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, AMBER!

“Well, puppy, that’s the problem. Your boyfriend doesn’t have anything to give me. Including the money he owes me.”

my body betrays me. sick bitch.

“Oh, he didn’t tell his Omega he was in debt from his little poker habit. And I thought communication was the most important part of a relationship. Although I guess being unmated, well, maybe he just didn’t think you were worth it, little puppy.”

JAMES NO 😭

please stop using puppy I will die

“Nick… Leave her alone, please...” James’ weak voice sounded behind you, but all you saw was red.

NO HE CAN’T

YOU CAN’T DO THIS AMBER 😭

Without thinking you leaned forward to push the man, Nick, backwards from his squat. But his hands easily latched onto your wrists, pulling you down on top of him. His deriding chuckle had you squirming to get off him, but he held you close, hand gripping the back of your neck and pinching the muscle that caused Omega’s to go limp.

Your body gave way with a cry, weight lying on top of his chest as he kept his fingers firm on the scruff of your neck. “Good puppy,” he mused, sitting up with you in his lap, taking the opportunity to nuzzle his nose into your scent gland with a deep inhale.

WHY AM I LIKING THIS PLEASE NO

Nick stood, letting go of your scruff and gripping your forearm instead to have you rise with him. Tears streamed down your face as you looked at your Alpha, struggling to pull himself up with his right arm, looking up at you with pure desperation.

oh no

nonononononono

You watched as James managed to get to his feet, his form swaying as he could barely keep himself up.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab him. Hug him. Help him.

But your intuition told you this wasn’t going to have a happy ending for either of you.

FUCK

NO CRYING

PLEASE

James smiled at you, his glazed eyes boring into you.

He looked so tired.

And both of you knew how this was going to end.

“I love you too, doll. It’s okay.”

Nick glanced at James’ left shoulder, scoffing. “Well, I wonder why they didn’t want you anymore. What the fuck am I meant to do with a one-armed Alpha who can’t even mate an Omega?”

HEY! FUCKFACE! YOU [REDACTED x100]

Hearing James plead, his blood dripping to the floor from where he stood, it was almost surreal.

MY HEART IS IN MY FUCKING THROAT I DON’T WANT- NO

AMBER 😭

And then he said the words that forever sealed your desolate fate.

“I’m good.”

Nick raised his handgun without reservation, not an ounce of hesitation as he began firing his entire clip into James, the man’s body jolting with every shot before collapsing to the ground.

NO YOU ACTUALLY DID IT

YOU ACTUALLY DID IT 😭

“Thank you, Beck.”

AHA NO I CAN’T HANDLE HIM IN A SUIT

When you looked up, the last sight you got of your home was James. Dead on the floor surrounded by the memories you had made together.

This was the end of the line.

When you’d tried to attack Nick, Beck had easily grabbed your scruff, immobilising you before zip tying your hands behind your back.

Imma get him

“How is she still crying?” Beck asked, mostly in amazement and slight concern as your tears wet the fabric around your face.

DON’T MAKE ME THINK YOU’RE SOFT, BECK

I NEED TO HATE YOU A BIT LONGER

Nick’s voice caught your attention as he was standing by the car on his phone, seemingly caught up in a conversation that Mace was paying close attention to. Neither of them were looking at you. And when your gaze turned back to Beck, he was distracted by a text on his phone, his grip at its weakest point.

Blood surged through you as without hesitation, knowing this would be your only chance, you ripped your arm out of Beck’s grasp and bolted. All three Alphas yelled after you and made chase. But they were no match for the speed of a fleeing Omega.

FUCKING RUN GIRL! RUN!

“Come out, come out wherever you are, little puppy.”

They were enjoying this.

Fucking Alphas.

please why did that do something. Amber, what are you doing to me?

But then you realised what the barn contained.

oh, fuck NO

Rows and rows of cages filled the barn, like a pound.

But instead of animals, there were Omegas.

Most of the cages were empty, but your eyes fell on one sleeping form, curled up against the back wall of her enclosure with tears streaked down her cheeks.

It was the girl from the missing poster.

OH FUCK NO

As if he could sense your thoughts, Nick opened the main door to the barn, smirking as three Dobermans followed in tow. You wanted to move, but your body remained frozen in shock, standing in the centre of the cages.

OH FUUUUUCK NO

"Don't worry, pup. Your place is in my bed, not here."

I am screaming at my inner whore to sit the fuck down and chill out at this point

A small shuffling next to you caused you to open your eyes, a sharp wheezy inhale sounding as you looked next to your body. One of the Doberman’s, with the name Apollo on his collar, was lying next to your body, beady eyes gazing at your face.

The other two, with the names Icarus and Hermes, sat attentively behind Apollo. Icarus looked at you while Hermes’ sight was on the path from where you came.

my toxic trait is the fact I still would wanna pet them

For just a moment, the pain stopped, the world stopped, and it was just you gazing at the rustling leaves as you lay on your picnic blanket, waiting for James to bring the carefully crafted picnic basket from the car.

oh fuck off I WAS TRYING TO FORGET 😭

“If only you were a good puppy like him, maybe you’d get my treats too.”

👀👀👀

A strikingly masculine scent that smelt nothing short of lavish entered your sinus, a mix of black tea, leather notes, and geranium flowing through you as you couldn’t help but be enthralled by it. Underneath it all, there was a hint of lavender. A softness that finished the scent from being too overwhelmingly bold. You couldn’t even smell Beck or Mace as Nick’s aura eluded from him, your eyes fluttering as you whined and hips writhed.

oh no…

Hearing your whine Nick let out a teasing coo, shushing you as he reached under you to pick you up bridal style, your dirty body further staining the white of his shirt.

OH NO

OH NOOOOO

I’m doomed

A meld of red and brown ruined the pale fabric, his clothes becoming a canvas of your pain.

how the fuck are you so poetic

“You’re finally awake, puppy. The day was quite exciting, wasn’t it?”

hnnng

Your breath hitched and eyes widened at the sight of the intricate lines of black ink that flowed across his body. With no fabric covering him, you could discern the roses and thorns that stretched along his neck and down until it met his chest piece. The thorns flowed into a forest scene where on his pec a wolf bared its teeth, snarling ominously at the moon along the treetops. As your eyes moved lower you saw the way his left arm featured a smoky darkness, skulls decorating the limb as it melded in with the haze.

And then you saw his hand. On the back of it was a grandfather clock face, stylised to fit in perfectly with the rest of his pieces, his fingers blackened to look skeletal. Some of the tattoo was hard to see with the silver rings embellishing his fingers.

OH NO HE IS TATTOOED?!

“You smell so fuckin’ sweet, puppy. It’s a wonder that boyfriend of yours never claimed you.”

I will never admit how bad that got me.

The scent in the room was completely overpowering, the lust of the prime Alpha like a thick smog that filled your lungs. It tried to pull you down into terrifying depths, where Omegas submitted to their Alphas and did as they were told without argument.

“Mm, bath time is over puppy. I want to claim my Omega.”

oh, fuck

But he wasn’t going to leave your side; you knew this. He wasn’t dumb and would see right through a ploy you put before him. But you didn’t want to be mated to him, you didn’t want this life. You wanted the simple happiness of James and the boringness of your home town.

I miss him 🥺

There was one thing that caught your eye. By the bed was a large dog crate, pink and blue blankets neatly folded along the base of it for bedding.

👀👀👀

You were preparing yourself to bite him, building up the courage to fight back against the bulky Alpha. The expectation of him using your mouth for pleasure had your lip turning up in disgust, your teeth baring to him.

Right as you’d built up the gall to do it, jaw ready to snap closed around his digit, Nick caught you off guard when he poured the contents of his drink straight into your awaiting mouth.

The sudden burn of the whiskey made you cough and splutter, momentarily drowning in the hard alcohol as your throat struggled to swallow without inhaling the drink straight into your lungs.

HE FUCKING KNEW SHE WAS GONNA DO IT! HE KNEW!

Nick’s expression hardened, a deep rumble coming from his chest. “First and last warning, puppy. I didn’t ask for your opinion. I told you to open your fucking mouth.”

oh fuck me please help-

Nick smiled as he finished, downing the small amount of liquid left. “Good girl. You must be really thirsty for some water, right puppy?”

I’m fucking weak. WEAK BITCH.

“Mm, still can’t understand you, Omega. Sounds like you should address your Alpha and beg if you want his attention.” He was closer to you now. Squatting in front of your kneeling form with the water bottle in hand. “Put your hands up like a puppy too.”

you smug motherfucker

I hate him

His praise fell on deaf ears as the exhaustion threatened to take hold of you again, the comfort of the bed drawing you closer to peaceful doze. It felt like lying on clouds, but as Nick’s form settled between your legs, you realised you were far from heaven.

NO! GO DOWN FIGHTING, GIRL!

It was wrong. You shouldn’t enjoy this. So why did being claimed by the Prime Alpha feel so fucking good? It was as if with each clench of his jaw pure dopamine was pumped into your system, your hindbrain finding comfort in knowing it was okay, your Alpha was there.

I dunno but I’m losing my fight the more he talks and I hate it Amber I hate it I hate it I hate-

The pure size and girth of it should have scared you, but your hindbrain replaced your fear with a lusted whine. “You like what you see, puppy? Want to be torn apart by your Alphas cock?”

that’ll do it

“Fuck, oh god, that’s it Omega. Fuck, you’ve got such a tight little cunt. Such a dumb slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

YOU BETTER BE BUYING FLOWERS FOR MY FUNERAL, AMBER!

“You’re mine. All of you. Give me it all.” You could feel his panting breaths against your neck as the cum finally seemed to stop, but there was no rest as Nick’s teeth grazed along your mating gland, rasped breaths against your ear that became silenced as Nick bit into your mating spot.

oh, fuck oh no oh no oh fuck

It was dangerous territory for both of you, but you couldn’t find yourself caring as Nick moved you so you could lie on his inked chest, his knot holding you together.

okay him being soft is doing something and he needs to be more soft more often, the arrogant bastard

You squeaked when you opened your eyes and saw Beck sitting at the foot of the bed, quickly making sure the covers were over your naked form.

BISH WTF YOU DOIN’?!

“Don’t worry, I’ve already seen it all. Nick had me check your wounds while you were asleep,” Beck’s words came out softly, a plate of perfectly round pancakes topped with berries and maple syrup in his hands. Your stomach growled just at the sight of it, the sound bouncing off the walls.

Beck laughed, moving to put the pancakes and utensils in your lap, eyes lingering on your mating bite. “He got you pretty deep. That’ll scar nicely. I’m happy for him, finding an Omega of his own.”

why do I love him, I should hate him but I don’t

Beck moved to the closet, disappearing for a few minutes as you ate all the food on your plate, enjoying the moment of solace where you couldn’t hear anything except the shuffling of hangers and birds chirping outside.

why isn’t Nick doing this…? 🤔

Beck held the dress out so you could step into it, gentle touches moving your hair out of the way so he could zip it up from the back. The lack of underwear had you frowning as the dress fitted around your body.

okay, Nick has to trust Beck like no one else for this considering he is the PRIME ALPHA

makes me wonder what Beck gets outta this… 👀

“One more thing.” Beck took a box out of his suit jacket, opening it to show you an opulent diamond collar that sparkled gorgeously in the afternoon light.

It was exquisite, and fit for a princess. But you didn’t want to be Nick’s princess. Not when your kingdom was built on the bodies of trafficked Omegas.

oh, damn 😎

As you got to the bottom he left you there, allowing you to take in the sights of the large open plan living room and kitchen. It was immaculate. And part of you wanted to move one of the art pieces out of place just to see if Nick would even notice.

do it! you gotta do it! 😈

“You look stunning, puppy.” Nick ran his hand down your back, resting at your lower back as he began guiding you towards the front door and outside towards his awaiting car.

ignore how that made you feel ignore how that made you feel ignore how that made you feel

Just before you were due to enter Nick leant down to your ear, whispering, “be on your best behaviour puppy, or I will fucking tear you apart and show you how bad I can really be.”

…👀

Your breathing stopped under the leering gazes of a lot of Alphas, and some Betas. As you scanned the room you realised not only were you the only female. You were the only Omega. Anxiety shot through you and you were ready to bolt, but a soft coo in your ear had you coming back to reality. “You’re mine. Don’t worry, they’re not here for you.”

godfuckingdammit

WHY DOES THIS GET ME

“Your work?” You frowned, letting Nick continue to guide you towards a small group of men.

I’m picturing Taken rn

“I can fucking see that, look at the marks on her.” Another Alpha, a brunette wearing a cable knit sweater spoke, eyeing your mating gland in particular.

RANSOM

HAI MY MURDEROUS PSYCHOPATH

“Like you can talk Ransom, have you seen some of the Omegas you’ve ripped into?” Your attention was turned again as a man with soft looking dark brown hair spoke. His smile was charismatic and you found yourself charmed by his presence. Maybe it was mostly his Beta scent that put you at ease.

“C’mon Steve. You literally cut into your Omegas so you can’t give me shit.” Ransom quipped, all the men laughing at a joke you obviously weren’t clued into.

…oh dear 👀

Nick led you into the next room, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as it was even more dimly lit. There were chairs all facing a stage, the various men taking their seats as you wanted to do nothing more than run away.

I AM PICTURING TAKEN RIGHT NOW FOR SURE

The first Omega was brought to the stage, clearly dazed and barely clothed. It was as if your body was frozen as you watched the bidding start. It was a whirlwind, and it wasn’t until the seventh girl that your heart started pumping again. She was the one from the missing poster, the one you’d seen in the cage.

I KNEW IT

You looked over your shoulder as other Alpha’s were congratulating the winning bidder. A sickened whine bubbled from your throat at the sight of the winner, other Alpha’s turning their heads to look at you. But you didn’t pay them any attention. All you saw was Sheriff Bodecker, chuffed with a large grin.

I TOLD YOU HE WAS A PRICK

I FUCKING KNEW IT

You felt Mace chuckling next to you before he moved behind you to whisper to Nick. “So, Freezy finally brought an Omega.”

“About fucking time,” Nick muttered, fingers idly running along your neck as he checked the sale prices on his phone.

it’s all the cameos! AND I FUCKING LOVE IT

Nick raised a brow, scoffing under his breath. “Of course Chase wants the violent one.”

OH GOD HIM TOO?!

When the next Omega came out you wanted to run and hug her. Taking small steps, the girl came out with her hands tied behind her back and a black muzzle fitted to her face like a feral animal.

oh, that’s fucked up

As the Omega was sold to Steve, the man you had seen earlier, Nick noticed your writhing as you kept trying to open your mouth.

“You really want to be disobedient, don’t you Omega?” Your focus bore heavy on Nick as the next Omega was brought out to the stage. If looks could kill, Nick would be dead. You huffed through your nose as you felt his irritation irk between the bond.

You stared right into his eyes, challenging him. The Alpha didn’t back down, his phone discarded in his lap as his lids narrowed.

TELL HIM! SHOW HIM! 😡

A scoff fell past your lips, feet still unable to move as Nick circled you. “You may have control over my body, Nick. But you will never own me. And I will never be thankful to you. I’d rather be dead than be mated to you.”

HELL YEAH GO GIRL!

Nick grabbed your scruff from behind, squeezing your skin so your legs gave way and you collapsed to the ground. With a sigh, he took out a clamp from his pocket, securing it to the back of your neck so you remained unable to move. “I appreciate your energy, Omega. But you’ll see, I own all of you. Bad puppies like you just need some weaning before they’re ready for training.”

…oh

GODDAMMIT

These Alphas, so desperate for control and power, you feared to think of the lengths they would go for an adrenaline rush. The things they would do to their Omegas were, daresay, unspeakable

It all seemed like a game. A game you and all of your peers were losing.

MORE 😎😎😎 LINES!

Beck took the clip off your neck and locked the cage door, giving you a sympathetic look as you just cried.

You mourned the loss of James, the loss of your life, the loss of everything you knew.

I wanna hold her 🥺

Deft fingers danced over the collar, fiddling with the gems that embellished it. It had become looser after the clamp on your neck had damaged it slightly. Instinctually you pulled the collar tighter so you would feel its presence against your windpipe. It was comforting, as if Nick was there, giving you a comforting touch. Your tight chest eased just a little.

It was then you realised there was only one problem in your plan. Nick Fowler had already won.

FUUUUCK yep, you are doomed

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT

I WAS NOT READY

𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

✧˚ · . 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘣 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 13.7k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. AU Masterlist.

warnings — dark!fic, non-con (non-consenting intoxicated reader), a/b/o dynamics, non-major character death (but it’s still gonna hurt), murder, violence, blood, violence against reader (face slapping, hair pulling, manhandling), pet names (pup, puppy), human trafficking and auctioning, biting, suicidal ideations, forced alcohol use, forced intoxication, choking, caging. a/n — the Mace referenced in this fic is James Mace from Sunshine, not Mace from the 355. A massive fucking thank you to @buckybarneschokeme and @navybrat817, this fic wouldn’t exist without either of you. And thanks to everyone who let me scream at them about this idea. Beta read by @buckybarneschokeme but any mistakes are mine.

I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight Lie still, close your eyes, girl, so lovely, it feels so right I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart As I whisper in your ear, “I want to fucking tear you apart” ↳ Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge

The blazing summer rays burned into your back as you walked down the cracked sidewalk, the concrete only further radiating the ardent heat as you struggled to keep a hold of your grocery bags.

They were heavy and overpacked, and your body feverish, but you were almost too tired to care. Your childcare shift in the town’s daycare had gone over, and so you were stuck out late with the week’s groceries in your grip.

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– Bennet Burial Grounds –

Bonnie Bennet: Wow, this is wacky! Two shows in a row opening with a weird witchy dream! I really need to lay off the tacos!

Klaus: I think you need to lay off the living! Fangs!

– Bennet Burial Grounds – Six Feet Under –

Bonnie Bennet: This is less than ideal! But at least I can use my magic to get out of this fix! “Though success is mostly a stranger, magic get me out of danger!”

The Magic Coffin of Not Opening: Doesn’t open.

Bonnie Bennet: Poop.

Abby Bennet Wilson: Hi Bonnie! For some reason the spirits of a hundred dead witches are sending you on a useless quest that will put you in danger and give Klaus exactly what he wants! If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were trying to get rid of you!

Bonnie Bennet: Mommy!

– Mystic Falls Home for Immolated Wiccans –

Bonnie Bennet: Hi Elena! Stefan swore me to secrecy and made me promise to never ever tell you where the coffins were, but I’ve been having really bad dreams and last week I learned that bad dreams get better when you don’t ignore them so I figured the best way to get a solid night’s sleep would be to tell you all of our plans!

Elena Gilbert: Great! Hold on, just let me check in to FourSquare!

Elena Gilbert’s FourSquare: Elena Gilbert checked in to The Super Secret Hiding Spot for Klaus’ Daggered Siblings, 123 Fourth Street, Mystic Falls, VA.

Stefan Salvatore: Facepalm.

– The Gilbert House – Research and Revelations –

Elena Gilbert: Hi Bonnie! I asked the Sheriff to hunt down every single Abby Bennet in the country! And since everyone in this town does exactly what I tell them to, she said yes!

Bonnie Bennet: Thanks Elena! Your talent for manipulation came in really useful this week!

Damon Salvatore: You want to talk about manipulation? All I have to do is loook in to someones eeeeys and they’re all like “sure Damon anything you want Damon here’s Abby’s address Damon and her social security number and her driver’s license and her finger prints and her bank accounts and please bite me you’re so handsome and dashing and cool!” So let’s go on a road trip!

Elena Gilbert: Damon, no! Bonnie is going to meet her mother for the first time in fifteen years, and this situation is delicate and gentle and fluffy and you’re rash and sarcastic and cut oh yeah baby your abs are so cut let me see you abs no I mean I’m a good girl and you’re a bad boy and we can’t kiss again that would be wrong!

Bonnie Bennet: o_0

The Lady of the Manor: Wait, Bonnie has a mother? Is Bonnie getting a plot line?

– Chateau Forbes – Painful Plans –

Tyler Lockwood: Hi Caroline! Sorry about almost murdering you last week! But I have a great plan to fix this whole Sire-bond thing!

Caroline Forbes: Great! What are you-

Tyler Lockwood: I invited your vampire-hating, werewolf loathing, torture-obsessed father over for diner! And bondage!

Caroline Forbes: Why does my life always suck?

Neville the Corgi: Something about that boy intrigues me!

– Mystic Grill – Murder Mystery –

Alaric Saltzman: Thanks for having lunch with me Meredith! But I’m really worried about falling into the friend zone, and my penis is really worried about never meeting your lady bits, so maybe next time we could do dinner instead!

Meredith Fell: Okay!

Damon Salvatore: Hi Alaric! Who’s the hot girl?

Alaric Saltzman: That’s Doctor Fell! Her ex says she’s a complete psycho, and you know what that means … she’s gonna be a tiger in the sack!

Damon Salvatore: Speaking of psycho, do you think she might be the kind of girl who would drive a stake into a guy’s chest and leave him laying in the woods?

Alaric Saltzman: Why do you say that?

Damon Salvatore: Oh, no reason.

– Castle Salvatore – Dangerous Games –

Klaus: Hi Stefan! My hybrids have all left town, so I want to know what I have to do to get my family back!

Stefan Salvatore: Well, you could try pissing off and calling again in a few years! And if you make one move, I’ll-

Klaus: Okay, son, this whole “crazy Stefan with nothing to lose” thing has been cute, but let’s be real. You’ve had six months to practice your whole man on fire routine, but I’ve had a thousand years to get really good at causing chaos, mayhem, and pain in extraordinarily creative, terrifying ways. So if you really think you can out bad-guy me? Let’s go.

Stefan Salvatore: …Crap.

– Highway to Hell –

Elena Gilbert: Let’s talk about your mama!

Bonnie Bennet: Let’s talk about your Damon!

Elena Gilbert: Let’s talk about literally anything else ever!

Bonnie Bennet: Was it good?

Elena Gilbert: That doesn’t matter!

Bonnie Bennet: That means it was! He kissed you and you loved it! You want more! You want to hug him! You want to kiss him! You want to have his babies!

Elena Gilbert: Doesn’t this car have some product placement features we could discuss?

The Lady of the Manor: He’s Damon, of courseit was good. Seriously, that girl is dumber than a rock. An especially dumb rock.

Stefan Salvatore (on the phone): Hi guys! Just wanted to make sure you aren’t on your way to do anything stupid!

Elena Gilbert (on the phone): Nope! We’re heading up to the lake house to take a break from all of the crazy!

Bonnie Bennet: Hey, you didn’t leave my mom’s picture and address and social security number laying on your kitchen table by any chance, did you?

Elena Gilbert: Probably not!

– Mystic Grill – Profitable Public Relations –

Klaus (on the phone): Hi Wally! You know what’s great about having the entire Mystic Falls government playing for my team? Whenever Elena comes by and asks for very odd pieces of information, they give me a call! And on a totally unrelated note, I have a little job for you …

Wally the Werepire: Woof!

Neville the Corgi: He also intrigues me!

– Abby’s Home for Retired Wiccans –

Wally the Werepire: Hi Abby! I need you to look into my eyes …

Neville the Corgi: I wanna be a werepire! I’d compel you to give me endless cookies!

Jamie: Hi guys! What can I do for you?

Bonnie Bennet: Nothing nothing at all we were just leaving sorry to bother you got to go goodbye!

Elena Gilbert: Super Elena disappointed face powers activate!

Bonnie Bennet: Abby’s my mom.

Jamie: Another one? Well, you might as well come inside.

Bonnie Bennet: So Jamie, are we related?

Jamie: Nah, I just crash on your mother’s house. She’s really hot, and I’m kind of a cougar hunter.

lmfao! I'm currently working on these episodes now.

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