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pupsyoga · 1 year ago

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Puppy Play and Poses: Embracing Yoga with Dogs

Introduction

In the bustling city of London, where the pace of life can be both invigorating and overwhelming, a delightful trend has emerged that infuses serenity and joy into the lives of both humans and their furry companions – Puppy Yoga Classes. Combining the age-old practice of yoga with the boundless energy and infectious enthusiasm of puppies, these classes are revolutionizing the way we connect with our pets while reaping the benefits of mindfulness and physical wellness.

The Harmony of Puppies and Poses

At the heart of Puppy Yoga is the beautiful synergy between two seemingly distinct activities: yoga and puppy play. While yoga has long been revered for its ability to cultivate mindfulness, flexibility, and strength, the presence of puppies introduces an element of spontaneous delight. As participants move through their poses, curious pups add an adorable twist, encouraging laughter and genuine connection.

Puppy Play: A Lesson in Mindfulness

Puppies are the epitome of living in the moment – their playful antics and unfiltered expressions of joy serve as a reminder to be present. Incorporating puppies into yoga classes helps participants tap into a state of mindfulness, as they learn to embrace each stretch, breath, and movement with a sense of curiosity akin to their four-legged friends. This unique blend of canine exuberance and yoga's calming effects nurtures a holistic sense of well-being.

Benefits for Both Humans and Pups

The benefits of Puppy Yoga are twofold. On one paw, the physical benefits of yoga are enhanced by the presence of pups, as their playfulness encourages participants to explore poses with greater enthusiasm. On the other paw, puppies benefit from socialization and exposure to new environments, fostering their emotional development.

A Wagging Success in London

Puppy Yoga Classes in London, such as those offered by Pups Yoga pupsyoga.co.uk, have gained immense popularity. These classes provide a safe and welcoming environment for participants to engage in yoga while bonding with adorable puppies. The instructors, well-versed in both yoga and canine behavior, ensure that the experience is enjoyable for both humans and pups, creating a harmonious atmosphere that promotes well-being.

Puppy Pose Yoga

One of the most delightful aspects of Puppy Yoga is the introduction of poses inspired by our four-legged companions. The "Puppy Pose," reminiscent of a puppy's natural stretch, bridges the gap between traditional yoga and the joyful spirit of canines. This pose, characterized by a gentle backbend and outstretched arms, encourages participants to open their hearts and embrace the energy around them.

Conclusion

In a world where stress can be overwhelming, and the need for connection is paramount, Puppy Yoga Classes offer a haven of tranquility and joy. By embracing the playful presence of puppies and the soothing practice of yoga, individuals in London and beyond are discovering a holistic way to enhance their well-being, strengthen their bond with their pets, and find a moment of respite in the company of these furry companions.

So, whether you're seeking to deepen your yoga practice, share laughter with like-minded individuals, or simply enjoy the therapeutic presence of puppies, Puppy Yoga Classes are an experience that promises both wagging tails and inner peace.

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pawsonyoga · 2 years ago

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Yoga is an ancient practice that is well-known for its ability to improve physical and mental health. But have you ever heard of puppy yoga? It's a relatively new trend that's quickly gaining popularity in London and other parts of the world. This post will show you the connection between yoga and dogs. If you're seeking the best puppy yoga near me in London, some studios and events offer this unique experience.

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chaotic-iguana · 1 year ago

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how about a five where Javi rejects the reader, so the reader like gets really sad, but one day Javi hears she is going on a date (is not true, Murphy made it up) and he rushed to her apartment and confesses and reader is like ?? What are you talking about, super angsty but super fluffy? Pleaseeee

Out of time | javier peña x f! reader

summary: javi rejects reader. repents like the idiot he is. (i love him) he is a FOOL in love. fight me.

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: rejection, angst and fluff, hurt and comfort basically, happy ending.

A/N: i got you, anon. this promt is the perfect apology for the last one. repentance fr. love u ALL. let me know what you think. also nothing against “hippies” just giving murphy pov. i do however as an indian have a bone to pick with fake white yoga gurus. it’s gotta be appropriation.

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Javi had never been heartless before. Never been cruel before. Now, as you pointedly hunched over your desk in an effort to ignore the chortles and cheap jokes that kept sounding from the men crowded around his desk as they all stood around a nameless note someone -you- had slipped onto his desk.

He laughed boisterously with them, before crumpling the paper in his fist and dropping it into the bin next to his chair. You refused to so much as raise your head and look his way, feeling the crushing wave of heartbreak sweeping through you. It wasn’t until you felt a tear on your cheek that you realised that you had started crying, and so you muttered an excuse about getting some coffee before rushing to the bathroom and sobbing in a closed stall. So much for Valentine’s day.

It wasn’t until the end of the day, when you saw him walking your way in the parking lot, that you met his eyes. And you could see, with the set of his jaw; the arch of his brows, that he knew. Before you could scramble into your car, he was yelling after you.

“Is your new hobby being extended to everyone or did I win the lucky draw? Cute note.”

Oh, that bastard.

You scoffed, looking him straight in the eye. “Call it a moment of weakness, Peña. Thought I felt something for you, and it was Valentine’s day. Pretty sure all I feel now is rage, you asshole.”

A laugh from him. “Don’t be like that, hermosa. Let me know if you feel something between your legs for me, alright?��

Scowling, you turned from him and got into your car. You could have sworn he looked like a kicked puppy as you pulled out of the parking. These past few weeks, you had caught him looking at you more often. Finding excuses to touch you more often, too. A hand on your back, fingers accidentally grazing yours, his knee pressed against your thigh in Murphy’s backseat. Fucking idiot. You didn’t even know if you were madder at him or yourself. You know him. All of fucking Bogota knows him. God knows how you were foolish enough to think he felt anything except for between his legs.

A few months go by, excruciatingly slowly. It’s as if time itself has decided to fuck with you. You miss his gaze on you, his hands, his smile, him. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague. Stopped looking at him even when he was in the same room, hardly spoke to him even if it was in the middle of a raid, declined Connie’s many many invitations to parties you knew he’d be at. It was just easier to pretend that February the 14th had been a completely normal day. You’re just tired of all of it. It would have been easier not to have said anything at all.

What you were completely unaware of, however, was that you had a sneaky little shit for a partner. The fact that he had clocked what was going on immediately was completely unbeknownst to you. Both of you pining silently with what Steve dubbed “moony heart eyes”, the radio silence, and the fact that you had stopped talking to Connie just so you didn’t have to show up to her parties? Something had gone wrong. Initially, Steve thought that maybe Javi had made an unwanted move on you - and had damn near scuffed him to death - until he saw Javi’s eyes the next day. Haunted. It seemed that you had managed to take more out of the man than Escobar had. But you weren’t faring much better, either. Irritated and tired and grumbly all the time, refusing to so much as look in Javi’s direction. But you both were pretty much just staying out of each other’s ways, not causing any trouble, so he let it go. For now.

But then Steve and Javi had to chase a lead down together, and Javi introduced him to an informant who - with a little imagination - looked like your spitting image. The same hair, terrifying similar voice, and a lopsided grin, just like yours. And it clicked. The day that had started it all, and the “anonymous” note Javi had gotten. The idiocy with which you both had handled the situation made him want to run unarmed into a sicario’s den, but he came up with another idea instead.

Just before a weekend he knew on good authority that you had no plans except for lounging in bed, he started nudging and hinting to Javi the randomest shit about you. Just to reignite the interest. Almost like, you know - bait.

“Man, her hair looks good. I wonder if she got it done?”

“Hey Peña, d’ya reckon that’s a new skirt? Connie’d kill me if I didn’t ask where from”

“Javi - look - she got her nails done. Before an op? Doesn’t that get a bit…impractical? Hey, I’m jus’ asking.”

Each time, Steve was met with an irritated eyeroll, scoff, or just flat-out ignored. But around midnight on Friday, he ‘bust out the big guns’, so to speak, making an offhanded comment while jutting his chin out in the direction of your chair.

“Good thing she left early. Never woulda made it to the date tomorrow mornin’ otherwise.”

Which, instead of being met with the usual options, was met with Javi’s brain almost short circuiting. The sight of his friend, gaping like a fish as his eyes practically bulged out of his head while he stammered out the easiest one-syllable word in the English language is one Steve can never forget. Or let Javi forget, either.

“W-wha-what?”

And so, like the most devious matchmaker on the planet, Steve proceeded to make up some utter bullshit about a boy he’d supposedly seen you around with, one that had apparently asked you out tonight to meet him for ‘brunch’ tomorrow. Just to fuck with Javi, he made the guy from LA, and a tourist. And white. And the kinda hippie who did yoga and spoke about his newly-discovered chakras all the time.

Javier could feel the blind panic clawing at his chest, his heart threatening to burst. He didn’t know exactly why, but he had hated every single second you hadn’t spoken to him. Laughed at his jokes. Flashed him your smile, even the sarcastic one. He missed your quips and the way you groaned and swore at him when he pissed you off. He’d convinced himself he could live with that. But this? A date with some idiot he knew wouldn’t treat you right? He couldn’t understand his own feelings compelling him to pack up in a frenzy, ignore Steve’s pointed laugh, scramble into his car and drive straight to your apartment. He didn’t even stop to smooth his hair back, or fix the wrinkles in his shirt from slumping in it all day. No, all that mattered to him in that moment was you. Who was he kidding? He knew exactly why he felt the way he did. He’d just been under the illusion that ignoring it would make it go away, but it hadn’t. He had to fix this now.

Standing on your doorstep, Javi blinked for a second while marveling at how fast that drive had been - he’d barely registered doing anything since he heard the word date come out of Steve’s mouth. Hesitation clamped a hand over his mouth, his body, and he stood frozen, unsure of whether to knock or just turn around. But if not now, never, right? And who knew how long he would live? Wasn’t this a time he should be getting what he wants, spending time with the people he…loves?

Before he could overthink himself out of doing it, Javi raised his fist and rapped it against your door, twice. And when you opened the door, rubbing your eyes and standing there in your sleep shorts and an oversized shirt, it took a second for his brain to catch up. It wasn’t until you were squinting at him, then stumbling over nothing as your eyes widened that he realised where he was. The hurt on your face in the split second before you moved to close the door had him jamming his foot in the doorframe.

“Just hear me out, hermosa. I promise if you want me to fuck off after that, I will.”

After waiting for you to nod and open your door wordlessly, he stalked after you, further into your apartment, stunned by how homely it was. The walls had pictures of you and other people laughing, of art and paintings and sketches that seemed to all have been done by the same person; the sofa was a rich brown leather and the fluffy throw on it just a shade lighter. Everything was carefully coordinated, in color and texture, and he couldn’t help but note the contrast. Some of his stuff was still in boxes. He’d been in Colombia for longer than you, and his stuff was still in boxes. The difference was laughable.

But when he heard a sniffle from ahead, he found himself walking faster - practically walking into you - before he was planting his hands on your shoulders to turn you around to him, and then gripping the sides of your arms as if they were his salvation. His eyes searched yours, and the heartbreak he found as you tried to look away threatened to make his knees buckle. So he hooked an index finger under your chin to tilt your head up to him, resting his forehead against yours. Moving his thumb to smooth out the furrow in your brow, he huffed at the stubborn frown that refused to budge.

“I am sorry. I truly am. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to react. I want you, and I did then, too. But I just…didn’t think it was real. I swear I thought you were joking at first. It’s why I let the guys see. Then I saw you in the parking lot, and you were actually sad, and I just panicked. I just don’t think I was ready back then. But I swear to God, I can’t bear another six months of the cold shoulder. I love you, you know. I’ve just been too much of an idiot to realise it.”

For a whole minute, you just stare at him unblinkingly. Then, suddenly, your face crumples, limbs slackening in his grip. He holds you through it, letting you sob into his chest as he coos reassurances and apologies to you until you pull back from his embrace to look at him questioningly once more.

“Why now?” Your words make Javi smile, and he cocks a brow at you.

“You really thought I’d let that idiot take you out before I told you how I feel?”

You look even more confused now, which is confusing him in turn.

“Wait, what idiot?” There’s no twinkle in your eye - no smirk tugging at your lips. Not a joke.

“The one who…asked you out?” Javi cocks his head at you, watching your frown deepen.

“Who?” The absolute befuddlement on your face is on the verge of making him snigger, and he feels his lips twitching already.

“The-does Murphy know? That you weren’t busy tonight?” His overworked mind supplies the answer to him, and he has never more in his life wanted to punch and hug his other partner simultaneously.

“Oh, yeah. He asked cause Connie wanted to know if she could come over? I guess she must have gotten caught- oh. Oh.” Javi gives you a moment to reach the same conclusion he did, and both of you end up bursting out in laughter at the same time.

But Steve was the one with the biggest grin when, come Monday morning, a bottle of premium whiskey and a brand new watch sat on his desk with a little note:

Well played, motherfucker.

What is it they say about couples adopting each other’s habits when they get into a relationship? Javi’d picked up your so-called hobbies within a weekend.

You ended up spending enough time with each other to pick up everything else, too. Call it cliché, but atleast you weren’t boring. Or, you know, going on dates with imaginary guys that existed only in Steve’s extremely limited imagination. Win-win.

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 2 years ago

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Even in darkness there is light

Holy mother of fanfic writing! You have given me thoughts! So many in fact that I started responding, but it ended up so long that I had to turn it into a post, because Tumblr wouldn’t let me finish it. I hope it’s what you hoped for, Nonny! Pairing: Prisoner Wanda Maximoff x Framed and imprisoned Fem!Reader Word count:2k Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, fingering, masturbation, somnophilia, dub con / non con, some dark themes, feelings of sadness, as you might imagine, being in prison is not easy, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader Summary: Just my vision of how this relationship could progress.

The day you arrive, she pretends to ignore you, not wanting a cellmate, or a friend, but you follow her around like a lost puppy, since she's the only other person you've met in there, sitting at a respectful distance, but always near her.

When you try to talk to her, she doesn't say much, but she listens to your rantings about being framed and she lets you, because despite being such a weak little mouse, you're pretty and she likes the sound of your voice. In the next weeks, she grows to know you, while you know almost nothing about her. Despite her reluctance to open up, though, she's always nice to you, in her own way.

She can see that you're scared to go out of the cell and avoid it whenever possible, crying in your bunk for hours. Any loud noise startles you and whenever you're forced to go out of your cell for food or a shower, any interaction with the "tougher" prisoners triggers you, often scurrying to run away, even if it means going hungry.

Wanda likes you much better when you're asleep. That's how she takes to watching you, after you've exhausted yourself from crying. So pretty and so innocent and almost peaceful, if it wasn't for the fresh tear tracks still visible on your face. But she doesn't mind those. Eventually they just become part of the fantasy.

And her fantasies start to feature you more and more often, until one night, while she watches you, she hears you let out a small little mewl and it triggers something inside her. Something primal and rather macabre, but she doesn't care. She crawls into the small space of your bunk, making sure not to wake you, because then she'd have to get rough with you and she doesn't want to just yet. She just wants to play with you a little. She feels you up through the clothes, pleasantly surprised to feel a nice, firm body underneath. You probably went to some yoga / pitales / zumba bullshit workout while you were still out, but she couldn't care less. You were nice and warm, the curve of your ass pressing into her crotch and turning her on desperately.

Knowing she can't taste you just yet, she settles for licking your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears and humming at how delicious you are, even in your sadness.

This new development has her warming up to you. She starts to sit next to you during meals and she gives warning glares to any of the other inmates, who try to pick on you for whatever reason. She sometimes even leaves you her dessert, knowing you like sweets and she watches you eat the treat with an unreadable face, but internally, she's elated.

She comes with you to the showers every day, not wanting anyone to bother you, or to look at your naked body, and even though the first few times you're shy, you quickly grow used to it. Her real reason however is that she likes watching you. You shower like you're not into a prison, surrounded by people. You always look your calmest while you're under the warm water and you tell her so much about yourself while you just stand under the stream, that she can't help but open up and starts to share a little about herself too and you start to bond.

Within a few nights Wanda grows bolder, her hands sneaking into your uniform and cupping your bare breasts, pinching the nipples and coaxing out soft little moans from you. She sneaks into the pants next, moving past the underwear and finding you nice and wet for her. Fuck! She wants to shove her fingers into your wet little pussy, imagining how tight you'll be around her, but she knows that will wake you and she settles for teasing your clit and practically edging you instead, her free hand working her own needy cunt, until she can cum.

Her nocturnal fun always has you waking to a mess in your underwear and she starts to notice that the longing looks you still give her are now laced with desire, but you're too shy to say something, or to take care of it yourself, scared that she'll walk in and see you, but it gets harder to deny that you want her.

Eventually, that becomes her nightly routine, until one particular night, when she loses herself in her pleasure and she pulls down your pants entirely and starts to rub her own pussy against you. It turns her on so much to be able to use you, instead of her hand that she lets a loud moan slip and she wakes you, startling you into consciousness.

She has to wrestle you, pinning you to the bed with one hand, while the other is firmly clasped on your mouth, so you wouldn't scream. "Hush, little mouse, it's just me." She whispers softly and you start to relax, until you realize the position you're in. She's on top of you, your bottom half naked and exposed to the cool air, and so is she. You can feel her wet pussy against your thigh and you start to panic all over again, your eyes going wide as you try to push her away, but she's so much stronger than you are.

"Don't you fight me now!" She growls as she holds you even tighter. "I've seen the longing looks you give me. That little pussy is practically begging for my touch. It knows I've been taking good care of it." She whispers, fer face nuzzling into your neck and inhaling you in a gesture of sudden gentleness.

The realization that she's the reason for the surge of neediness you've been feeling, that she's been doing this for God knows how long has you even more scared of her and she sees it and she doesn't want to see that fear in your eyes. In her fantasies, when you cry it's from all the pleasure she gives you, from the endless string of orgasms that she coaxes out of you, even after you've claimed that you can't anymore.

Wanda talks you down, until you're calm. She keeps you pinned, as she tells you all about the things she likes to do to you, the words both unsettling and undeniably arousing. She confesses all the feelings she's been having and the more you listen to her, the harder it is to deny that you want this. That you want her. By the time she's done and she pulls her hand away from your mouth, you're much calmer and your eyes search hers with excitement and want.

That first night she fucks you for hours. She has you riding her thigh, while she kisses and teases your breasts, has you on your back with her fingers deep inside you, makes you sit on her bunk, having chosen the top one and she eats you standing up, with your legs wrapped around her. She bends you over your own bed, so she can finger you some more, wishing she could have even one of the extensive collection of straps she used to own, so she can really pound into you, but she makes it work. Eventually you're so exhausted that she has to ride your face, but to be honest, she loves it.

Each night is a new adventure from this point on, but with Wanda it's never boring. God, she loves using your mouth in any way she can. She likes to lean against the cell wall and have you eat her out, naked and on your knees, while she's still fully dressed, or to make you suck her fingers, while she holds you, waiting till she’s soaked and you’re desperate, to make you watch her fuck herself and cumming to the sound of your soft whines, because you crave her so badly.

After talking to you, she keeps her habit of groping and fucking you in your sleep, but now you don't mind. You love waking up to a needy pussy and messy underwear, while Wanda holds you tightly. She loves how shy you are, how sweet and soft you are and she loves to use it against you. Her favourite game was to strip you naked and have you stand in front of the bars of your cell, while she teased you mercilessly and stopped any time you so much as let out a whimper. When she’s had enough, she’d fuck you hard and rough, whispering in your ear what a dirty girl you are, letting her do this to you while anyone on the cellblock could wake up and see you.

Wanda is so touch starved, that she takes to sleeping in your bed from the first night you spent together. Her arms are always securely wrapped around you, or she just pulls you on top of her, if she wants more space and she shushes any protests you might have, until you fall back asleep. She dreads the mornings, when she has to go back to her own bunk, so the guards wouldn't give you any trouble, but she had learned to be a realist long ago.

It quickly turns into a serious relationship for the both of you, finding comfort in each-other and she encourages you to seek justice for your case, because you don't deserve to be in a place like that and she only wants the best for you. Your sentence is unjustly long and she fears the day hers will be over. She only has a few more months, having served most of her 2 years for getting caught during one of her and her brother’s food heists. It was stupid, she knows, but there wasn’t much for grown orphans on the streets and they were starving. They had the bad luck of a patrol car passing by the store when they were leaving. Pietro was much faster than she was, but he dragged her with him for as much as he could, the food they so desperately needed scattered on the concrete long ago. Eventually, she made him leave her and save himself. It was better that way. Better if at least one of them was out. She never resented him for it. In fact he came to visit every week and before you came along, it was the highlight of her grey existence.

Your friends and family help you a lot with your case and they never give up on you either, contacting lawyers and all kinds of organizations, seeking support and a way to set you free, but it takes time.

Wanda gets released first, but she comes to visit you every chance she gets. She even brings Pietro, so you could meet him. The separation is hard on both of you, but she always tells you she'll wait for you. She sends you letters too, as a way to surprise and comfort you and you never tell her how much they mean to you, or how often you cried while you read her words of love and support.

She meets your family, as per your request and she quickly bonds with them, getting just as involved as they are in helping you prove your innocence and eventually, 4 months after she was forced to leave you in that prison, there's finally a breakthrough in your case.

The trials and the process is gruelling, but she waits for you outside the prison gates on the day of your release and she swears to never leave your side again.

Looking back on the whole ordeal, you always felt like even though your time spent in prison was the most horrific part of your life, it had brought you the best part too, because now, you woke up next to Wanda Maximoff every day and you would continue to do so, for the rest of your life. _______________________________________________________ If you liked this story and you want more, please visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!

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baronessvonglitter · 5 months ago

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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 2 | "rainy day"

Dave York x f!reader

Word count: 1,638

Summary: you're put in a sticky situation when you try on Carol's wedding ring

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, brief sexual fantasy, apart from that this chapter is about longing

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You've just dropped off the girls at school and, seeing that Dave is still home (a rare occasion this late in the day) you're secretly overjoyed and make an excuse to stay near him. Carol's car is not in the driveway, so you figure she must be at a salon appointment.

"I'm going to make some more coffee. Care for a cup, Mr. York?" you casually ask, watching him at the kitchen table.

He chuckles softly and looks up at you. The look on his face is slightly amused. "Sure." His deep voice sends a tiny tremor to your heart. "I'm always up for a cup of coffee."

You notice he looks less tired today and you want to ask what's on his mind, but as he's kept his dealings with you polite and professional, you aren't sure what to say. "Happy anniversary," you tell him, realizing you forgot to say it to Carol earlier. "Looking forward to dinner tonight?"

Knowing just how he likes his coffee, you prepare it just so and fix yourself a cup as well. Joining him at the table you sneak glances at him over your coffee cup - something you'd never dare to do in front of his wife. But she's not here.

You realize he hasn't answered you, likely hasn't even heard you. "Is something wrong?" you ask.

"Hm?" He looks at you, his concentration broken and for a moment you adore the lost puppy dog look in his eyes. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Everything's fine, I'm just a little tired still. Late flight.. you know." He smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You simply nod and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. A torrent of rain falls from the sky and you both watch the downpour through the windows. "Looks like Mother Nature wants us to have a cozy day inside," he says jokingly, and your heart jumps to imagine what a day like that would be with him. Cuddling, kissing, fucking on the couch while an old black and white movie plays on the TV in the background.

"It'd be nice to get under the covers, read a little until I fall asleep," you say when you realize he's watching you. "Do you have to go to work today?" He was still in his pajamas: a white t-shirt and blue plaid wool pants.

"Unfortunately yes. I've got a big meeting today." He looks you over as he sips his coffee, licks the droplets from his lips. "What are you going to do with yourself all day?"

"Well, no cozy day for me either. I have to pick up the dry cleaning then make brownies for the girls' bake sale at school. And as usual, I'll be daydreaming about you.

He nods. "Well," he stands to stretch. "I'm going to go upstairs and shower."

"Of course. Don't let me keep you." Blushing a little you get up to do some dishes. By the time you're drying them, Dave comes back down, freshly showered and dressed for work. He smiles as he approaches you at the counter and helps you, and you get a little flustered at his presence, the nearness of him. "Please, you don't have to help. You're already dressed up." And boy does he look good. Black suit, crisp white shirt, and the tie that you gave him for a Father's Day present this past summer, red with silver stripes. Plus his American flag pin. In your sweater and yoga pants you feel unsophisticated. Young. Below his league.

And of course because you're flustered your clumsiness rears its head and you accidentally drop a plate on the floor and it shatters. "Oh my god! Sorry! I'll clean it up!" You race to get the broom and dustpan to tidy the floor. Dave helps you, assuring you it's fine, and when your fingers accidentally touch it's like a little shock of electricity. Your gazes meet, but you sense too much in this brief moment, and you glance at his hands, the band of gold that gleams upon his finger. "I almost forgot, I'm picking up Carol's wedding ring from the jeweler's today," you say as you sweep up the plate shards. "She's going to love the inscription you added for your anniversary." Your face is hot, as if Dave can see through your babbling. You reprimand yourself for talking too much during your nice little moment.

"Yeah, she's going to love it all right," he says faintly, as if deep in thought.

"Any woman would love that." You stand to put the broken pieces in the trash. Inwardly you berate yourself for your timidity, for perpetuating a crush that will go nowhere, and for thinking that it even could. Dave says something but you don't catch it. And when you turn around he's gone.

That afternoon Alice and Molly help you with the baking then do their homework upstairs. Alone, you eye Carol's wedding ring in its box. You read the inscription on the back: 'Two are better than one'. Just out of curiosity you try it on your own finger, imagining that Dave has selected it for you, bought it for you, offered a life of love with this gorgeous diamond. You imagine yourself saying yes, hugging him, kissing him, telling all your friends and family.. it's a silly fantasy, but it makes you smile.

Then it gets stuck on your finger.

Carol must have the most delicate hands in all the world, because out of everything you try, nothing works. Ice, water, Vaseline: all useless. It's the worst thing that could happen, and on the worst timing. You feel like an idiotic character in a sitcom. You're still trying to force it off when Dave comes home. He sees the distress in your face. "What's wrong?"

"I did something stupid." You lift your hand and show him his wife's ring on your finger. "I just wanted to try it on, and now it's stuck. I can't let her come home and see me like this.."

He tries to help you remove it without hurting you, but it proves fruitless. "All right. Well, if it's stuck on your finger it's going to have to stay for a moment." He looks amused by the situation. "I guess you're going to be wearing it for now."

Your eyes widen and you glance at your watch. "She'll be home soon.. and you have your anniversary dinner tonight.." you feel a sense of hopelessness and you wish you hadn't been so curious about something that isn't yours. "I'll make it come off, I promise. It's my fault for putting it on in the first place."

Dave smiles warmly. "Hey, don't be too hard on yourself. It was an innocent mistake."

"Maybe we could keep this little incident just between us?"

"It'll be our little secret. I promise."

You hear Carol's car in the driveway. "Maybe you could distract her for a little bit? I think I know one more thing to try to get this off.."

In the kitchen you try a last minute remedy while also listening for Carol. You hear the front door open, and she says, "Aren't you going to welcome me home, Dave?"

With a rush of adrenaline you finally free the ring from your finger, put it back in its velvet box, and stuff it in your pocket. "Hi Carol! Please, let me get those grocery bags for you! I'm sure you want to start getting ready for your big date tonight," you say in a singsong voice. When she's not looking you hand Dave the box with the ring inside as you carry the bags to the kitchen.

You're shaking as you put the groceries away, but you're much calmer than before. You worry that Carol can suddenly read minds and that she'll know what you were doing with her wedding ring on.

"Dave and I are staying at a hotel after dinner tonight," Carol informs you. "We won't be back until the morning."

There's a little stab of jealousy in your heart, but it's not the first time you've ever felt it while working here. You hide your feelings with a smile and get to work on dinner for the girls. As Carol goes upstairs to get ready she leaves you and Dave alone in the kitchen. The air is rife with simmering tension, both of you curious about the other, yet maintaining a safe distance. Carol and the girls come down, the little ones ready to eat and the lady of the house dressed elegantly, leaving a cloud of Versace perfume in her wake. "We should head out now." She gives Dave a little peck on the cheek, causing both you and him to blush.

You think they've left, and you don't hear the door reopen. Dave comes back, looking a little shy, which is unusual for him. "I just.. wanted you to know how much you've meant to me since you started working here," he says, out of earshot of the girls. "You're more important to me than you think. You really help around the house and you watch over the kids. I'm glad you're here.. I'm very lucky to have you with us."

You've known Dave for several months, and he's not one to talk in circles. You have a feeling he's not saying something. "I'm the lucky one," you quietly reply.

Dave shakes his head. "You're really something, you know that?" His smile lights up his face.

You could stay here and flirt with him all night, but even though Carol's too much of a lady to honk the car horn while waiting for him, you let him know it's time to go. "Bye now. Happy anniversary, Mr. York."

He nods, winks at you, and leaves.

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Steve drabbles (1) -sorority girls-

STEVE ROGERS X F!READER

A/N: I’m kind of loving the idea of loads of steve drabbles in like one college au type thing- idk why but college!steve just makes me die. I also have not posted any work for literally almost 2 years lol.

Summary: Nat has persuaded you to get Steve to convince some sorority girls to help with the art department bakesale (warnings: objectifying men lol)

You look down at your phone as you walk past the athletics centre, the time reading 7.47 am, and roll your eyes, mumbling frustrations at the godforsaken early hour, wishing you had grabbed a coffee before leaving.

Nat owed you big time for this and she can bet you’d be cashing in on that coffee later from her in the largest size possible.

She had come to you a week ago, asking for help over recruiting more people to help with the bake sale the art department was running.

She’d already managed to convince Bucky, Sam and Steve to sign up, a surprisingly easy task after trading them a burrito each from Taco Bell. Wanda and yourself were already a given, the 3 of you having been roomates for over 2 years.

Then, a day ago she had burst into your room, throwing herself dramatically on your bed, medical textbooks lying scattered around her head and lamented about the bake sale still being majorly understaffed- not a surprising turn of events since the art department consisted of about 5 senior students. She had then somehow concocted a plan to get some sorority girls to help, convincing you to talk Steve into persuading the girls who always do yoga near the sports track to help. She’d stated ‘one quick flash of those abs and pearly whites and they’ll be lapping out of his hand’.

You knew she was right- Steve’s adonis physique and glowing personality meant he was a bit of a god to the girls on campus. You had then complained about why you had to be the one to do it, and why Nat couldn't ask Steve herself. She had simply shot you a slightly menacingly mischievous grin and patted your head as you frowned at her, “Because dear y/n, Steve is like a lost puppy that would simply follow you to the ends of this earth.”

That was why you were trekking through the athletic grounds at a miserable time, hands pulled up into your sweatshirt sleeves. You rounded the corner and into the field where the track was located, knowing Steve had texted you he’d be here doing his morning training. You spotted him across on the other side, sporting a grey sports shirt and black shorts. How he had the energy every morning to put himself through this torture you didn’t know.

You walked to the brick building a little further along where Steve had dumped his stuff and put your hand above your eyes so you could scan the rest of the track, locating the group of lululemon clad sorority girls with their yoga mats spread out.

Steve soon slowed down beside you and you handed him his water bottle, “Morning Steve.”

He grinned before squirting some water into his mouth. “Morning y/n.” You tried to hold onto the annoyance surrounding the abandoning of your warm comfy duvet but felt it dissipate as his blue eyes met yours.

“Okay so clarify this to me again” he started, “you want me to go and flirt with the sorority girls to convince them to do Natasha’s bakesale?” The tone of his voice was laced with doubt, and you squinted up at him. “Yes. Well not me, Nat. According to her they'll be indefensible against your charm.” You held up air quotes around the last part and Steve's grin got even bigger.

“Okay, fair.” He paused for a second, eyes flicking over to the target before looking down at himself, “Are you sure I shouldn't change, I’m a little gross right now.”

“Adds to the charm.” You stated, patting Steve's upper arm and hating how you acknowledged the hardness of it. Steve's lips twitched with amusement at your comment, placing his water back in his bag. “Okay then.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “When you get over there just like lift your shirt up or something and wipe your face with it. Flex a bicep here or there and we’ll be all set.” Steve watched you with a grin and crossed his arms over his chest, “I know how to flirt y/n.”

“I'm sure you do Stevie just tips ya know, I've seen the way Bucky flirts sometimes.” You say, shrugging in a faux nonchalantly manner.

Steve gives you a look before his eyes flick to something beside your head. You furrow your brow as his hand reaches up and he takes a step forward, a waft of musky sandalwood drifting over you. He pulls something out of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, looking straight into your eyes.

Your heart has picked up to a million miles a minute, a familiar feeling around Steve. His eyes have a sort of twinkle to them and he winks, leaning back and stretching up, linking his hands above his head, “you had something in your hair.” he simply states and you feel your eyes flick down to the strip of skin Steve has exposed from his shirt riding up, the god like abs Nat was talking about peeking from underneath and you swear you see them flex slightly before you rip your eyes back to Steve's face. He had a triumphantly smug look and you feel your face redden further as you realise what he's done and give him a shove, “I hate you.”

Steve chuckles and shoots you another heart wrenchingly gorgeous smile, not helping your flustered state to decrease. “No you don't. Anyway, why do I have to be the one to do this? Why can't you ask them?”

“Objectifying men.” You beam up at him and he wrinkles his nose.

He rolls his eyes and sighs, starting to walk away from you cheekily saluting “You're lucky I'd do anything for you.”

Your stomach lurches at his statement, the words echoing Nat's previous comment and making your heart ache just a little more.

Steve does a few jumping jacks before jogging over to the girls. You roll your eyes at his actions, squinting as you watch him. The girls instantly perk up at they spot him and a few adjust their sports bras and leggings. You snort at that and observe as Steve talks to them, moving his hands around a bit. The girls are all nodding their heads and giggling, making your brow crease a little and stomach sink slightly.

Then, you watch closely as he pulls the trick you said, lifting his shirt up to wipe his face and you swear you can feel the pheromones euxding from the girls as he does so. You squint as a brunette places her hand on Steve’s bicep and he throws his head back with laughter, clutching his chest. Your mouth downturns slightly, and you pull your eyes away from the scene to look at the notification from Nat.

Nat: hope your enjoying oggling steve ;))

You huff and start furiously typing, conveying to Nat how dearly she owed you for this. A shadow comes over your phone and you look up, Steve picking his bag up.

“They agreed to do it and said they’d bake some bits to bring.” He states with a slight frown.

“A job well done.” You say, patting him on his shoulder as he walks with you out of the athletic field.

“I feel dirty.” He grumbles, “like a piece of meat.”

You laugh at that and he watches you with a slight smile twitching on his lips “Time for coffee?” He asks, pulling out his own phone, eyes focused on his screen as you look at him.

“Fuck yes,” You say, “we can even get a juice for you.” Steve grins as that, nudging your arm with his.

#college steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers college #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers x you #steve rogers modern au #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers #steve #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x female reader #captain america #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers drabble #captain america x reader #steve rogers imagine #marvel #marvel x reader

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femmmie · 2 months ago

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THE ISLAND

Chapter 13: Trouble in paradise

Excerpt:

Trevor looked into Amanda’s eyes and swallowed.

“Tell me, Amanda, tell me you’re not feeling anything for Angela? Or Ian for that matter.”

Ouch. He was right, she couldn’t say that. Had Amanda really been letting all of them on at the same time?

“Listen, I get what you mean. Me and Angela… Our friendship has really developed these last couple of days…”

“I’d say it’s more than a friendship, Amanda.”

“And what’s wrong with that, Trevor?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with it. It’s just, I would have liked to be that person in your life, you know?”

Amanda couldn’t take it anymore. She hugged Trevor and rubbed his shoulders some more for good measure.

“I’m so so so sorry, I really never meant to give you the wrong impression, baby. See? I’m doing it again! It’s not voluntary, it’s just how I talk. And there’s definitely a part of me that finds you very attractive, and cute too.”

Trevor gently broke the hug. His eyes glistened.

“But not enough. Not handsome enough. Not cute enough.”

“I’m so sorry…”

Trevor walked back to the boat.

“Well fuck…” Amanda had a lot to process

Chapter word count: 2.582

Rating: general

“Hey, someone’s coming! Are those the owners of the island?”

Amanda had woken up early in her too small cabin. She’d joined Anthony and Olivia in some sunrise yoga while Ian was lying next to them with sunglasses on. She wasn’t sure whether he’d slept there or whether he was awake at all.

Anthony got up from his downward dog pose. When he saw the boat, all color left his face.

“What’s up?” Olivia inquired.

“Oh, bro. Bro, that’s a Rhib. That’s the FBI.” Ian had been awake after all.

He stood up and removed his shades. Then he gasped. “Courtney? Shayne?!” Ian started jumping up and down, like he couldn’t wait for the boat to get there.

Anthony, however, remained exactly in place.

“Hey, Anth?” Amanda touched his arm to try and to get him out of his trance. It didn’t work. She looked on as four people jumped into the shallow water near the shore. Once they got to the beach and out of the green sludge, two of them started to run towards Ian.

“IAN!!!”

The three of them collided into an embrace. Amanda had only seen that kind of joy in puppies. Olivia had the same idea. “Big Golden Retriever energy,” she commented.

“Guys! What the hell. I thought you were dead?” Ian laughed through his tears of joy.

“Shayne, stop trying to crush Ian’s skull with your biceps,” Courtney joked.

“Court...” Ian gasped, “I have no idea how I’ve managed without you…”

Courtney stopped smiling for a moment. “We thought something terrible had happened to you Ian, what on earth has happened?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

As Ian, Courtney and Shayne were talking and hugging, the two other people walked up to Anthony.

“Mister Padilla,” one of them said. He was dressed in all black, with small rectangular shades. It was the agent from before.

“Hi again…” Anthony felt like he was going to faint.

“You are under arrest for one count of ecoterrorism, and one count of fleeing the scene of a crime. I’ll let you get away with fighting an FBI-agent and resisting arrest.”

Before the agent could put him in cuffs, though, Nicole ran up to them.

“Tommy, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Huh? Oh hey, Nicole? I could say the same for you!” Tommy had been trailing behind Spencer, a bit apprehensive. Although he was glad he was out of the water, he still didn’t like the beach either, or anything to do with sand for that matter.

But wherever Spencer went, Tommy dared to go as well. Spencer had this aura about him. It made Tommy feel so safe and protected, he couldn’t get enough of it.

Nicole looked Tommy up and down. “I thought you were hurt or worse! What happened?”

“I was first in at the office, and saw somebody had broken in. Then I witnessed Anthony fight off Spencer here, hi! And yeah, I knew Anthony had been talking about sailing lately. So, I knew immediately where he’d flee. Were you in on it too?”

“No, I wasn’t, like at all! But if I had been, I would never have ratted him out!” Nicole looked at Tommy sternly.

“Hey, he’s a criminal, I mean he’s innocent until proven guilty, of course.”

“Yeah, better remember that!”

“No, Nicole, Tommy is right,” Anthony finally broke his statue like silence. And he broke down in tears.

“I’m sorry, Nicole, Tommy, agent Spencer… I did what I did, I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“And it wa- Anthony!”

Just as Ian came to Anthony’s rescue, Anthony collapsed.

“Someone get him a glass of water or something!” Ian shouted.

Tommy kneeled next to Anthony and checked his vitals.

“He’s okay, I think he’s just fainted. It must be a lot of pressure, having painted the sea green.”

Ian kneeled down next to Tommy.

“Anthony, please, don’t leave me again…”

“Again?”

Anthony slowly came to. He saw Spencer and Ian hovering over him.

“I- I plead guilty…”

“That’s okay,” Ian said matter-of-factly. There was that nonchalance about Anthony’s situation again. Why didn’t Ian care?

But Ian continued. “You’re forgetting a minor detail about your situation. Your new bestie is the president. I have already pardoned you just now. Spencer doesn’t agree but there’s really nothing he can do, right Spence?”

“I’ve been check-mated, my guy. Never happened to me before.” Spencer fiddled with his shades and kept glancing at Tommy.

Everyone on the island had gathered around to see what was happening.

“Oh, right…”

Relief.

Anthony closed his eyes. Of all the people in the world, his friend was the president of the USA. Anthony smiled wider than he had in a long while. And he started to laugh. “So, you’re not going to even punish me a widdle bit?” He batted his eyes at Ian.

“Well, I do have some things in mind…”

“What is going on between those two?” Tommy asked. Spencer just shrugged.

“In absence of the secret service, I will protect you, sir,” Spencer told Ian.

“Thanks, that makes me feel safe,” Ian replied. Tommy frowned as he felt irritated, but then he remembered that this was Spencer’s job.

“Are you taking Ian back to Washington, then?” Anthony asked sheepishly. Was this all the time he and Ian had together? Would they ever speak again? Ian must have more important things to do in the White House…

“Not quite,” Spencer smiled at Ian, who smiled back.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Ian said, “Pardoning you has been my last act as president. I have decided to resign.”

Everyone gasped.

“What? Why?” Keith seemed genuinely hurt.

“Listen, I was never cut out for this, and the vice president has done a great job in the meantime. Spencer has filled me in on everything…”

“Oh, Ian!” Shayne and Courtney both hugged Ian tightly.

“Bro, you’re going to break my bones one of these days,” Ian laughed as Shayne quickly let go.

“We’re just so happy you’re alive!”

“I can’t actually resign of course, so I will have to remain undercover for a while, until my term ends. The VP will handle things, she has already agreed to it.”

“I’ve told everyone this is mandatory because of safety reasons, and that’s partially true,” Spencer added.

“Where will you stay?” Anthony asked.

“Yeah, about that punishment…” Ian winked at Anthony. “Can I crash at your place for say, one year?”

“I’d like nothing more,” Anthony beamed.

Everyone relaxed a little and started to chat with each other. Chanse got some booze from the trawler and was handing it out.

“It’s a bit lukewarm, but it’s good wine!” He reassured them.

“Anthony actually doesn’t live far away from me,” Spencer said, delicately holding his glass.

“How do you know?” Tommy asked.

“I have my ways…” Spencer’s voice trailed off mysteriously.”

“Am I going to have to pay to get this information out of you?”

“There is this thing, Tommy, it’s quite wonderful, magical even. It’s called the WORLD WIDE WEB, or, the internet, if you will.”

They both laughed and drank some more.

“So, you live near Anthony. Is it a nice neighborhood?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty clean, on the hills you know. Lots of aspiring actors, small companies and such. I really prefer it to Washington.”

Tommy looked at his feet, trying to muster up courage.

“Would- would it be a fun idea, if I came over at your place sometime? You know, after all this is over…”

“Sure, I’d love that.”

“Really?” Tommy took Spencer’s hand in his. Spencer squeezed.

“Yeah, Tommy. You’re alright. You’re the reason we found Anthony after all. You’re quite the hero, aren’t you? Saved two people! That’s pretty awesome in my books.”

“Stop…” Tommy couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth from pushing upwards into a goofy grin. “All this time, you gave me the courage to go on. I usually am not a water person. Like, at all. There’s something about you, Spencer. You make me feel safe.”

“Cool. And I don’t have a pool at my place anyway.”

“Thank god.”

“I think these shades suit you better than me, wanna try ‘em out? Yeah, they suit you. You look like Neo.”

“Spencer…”

“Hey, Trev, what are you up to?”

Trevor stood a few feet away from the crowd. He was throwing stones into the crashing waves. Amanda walked up to him.

“Nothing,” he said. It definitely wasn’t nothing.

“Hey,” Amanda put her hand on his shoulder. “Do you miss home, honey?”

“It just feels like I’ve come with you on this adventure, and lots of things happened, and I wasn’t part of any of them.”

“Oh. Oh Trevor, that’s so not true! Haven’t you been capturing everyhing on camera this whole time?”

“Yeah, I have…” Trevor pouted and threw another pebble.

“Don’t you know how much money those pictures are worth? Every newspaper in the world will pay all they have for them!”

“Really?” Trevor sighed.

“Yes, really! Listen, I’ll help you with the negotiations, alright?”

“Thanks. You’re a great friend…”

“Hey, sweety-pie? I hear something in your voice. You’re not happy?” Amanda grabbed Trevor’s shoulders and squeezed his arms.

Trevor looked into Amanda’s eyes and swallowed.

“Tell me, Amanda, tell me you’re not feeling anything for Angela? Or Ian for that matter.”

Ouch. He was right, she couldn’t say that. Had Amanda really been letting all of them on at the same time?

“Listen, I get what you mean. Me and Angela… Our friendship has really developed these last couple of days…”

“I’d say it’s more than a friendship, Amanda.”

“And what’s wrong with that, Trevor?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with it. It’s just, I would have liked to be that person in your life, you know?”

Amanda couldn’t take it anymore. She hugged Trevor and rubbed his shoulders some more for good measure.

Trevor gently broke the hug. His eyes glistened.

“But not enough. Not handsome enough. Not cute enough.”

“I’m so sorry…”

Trevor walked back to the boat.

“Well fuck…” Amanda had a lot to process.

It was nearing lunchtime. The sea breeze had most people in a good mood but also feeling kind of hungry.

Ian, Shayne and Courtney stood huddled together.

“I still can’t believe all three of us survived…”

Ian looked fondly at his campaign team, his closest advisors, his friends.

“We were nearly gone-zos! If it weren’t for Spencer and Tommy, we would have drowned.”

“Yeah, we’ve already thanked them a million times.”

“I’ll have to thank them a few more times, though. I’m so happy to see your beautiful faces again.”

“You know this isn’t my first time drowning? I also drowned when I was a baby,” Shayne said.

“What?!”

“Yeah. I was revived, luckily! But it’s so crazy that it happened again!”

“Wild, yeah!”

“So, you were picked up by kind of a boat full of artists or something?”

“Yeah, kind of. Their plan was to think of solutions to the climate crisis. Very commendable. But Anthony beat them to it, the man has a viral touch.”

Courtney and Shayne had a glazed look in their eyes.

“Because the algae are kind of like a virus? Geez, am I getting out of practice? Are my jokes getting stale?”

“Never,” Courtney assured him.

“He does seem special.” Shayne looked over Ian’s shoulder. “But I gotta ask, who made… that?” He could barely contain his laughter.

Ian and Courtney also looked. They giggled.

“It looks like, ah, haha…” Shayne almost lost it.

“It’s a turd. Me and Anthony already established that. It’s a statue of a giant turd.”

Shayne’s loud laughter echoed all over the beach.

“It’s Angela’s work, she’s friends with Amanda.”

“It’s crazy that she’s here as well!” Courtney looked over at Amanda, who stood alone, facing the water.

Ian nodded. “It’s kind of giving Lost vibes, am I right?”

“Duuuude yes. So, what was the deal with that article? Did she tell you?”

“Yeah, it was written by her editor, using her name. She had nothing to do with it.”

“That’s what I’d say,” Courtney joked.

Ian yawned. “I’ve been so offline these last days though, what’s the story on the news?”

“For now, they’re saying it’s probably temporary, so people don’t freak out…”

“Oof. I guess we’ll see what’s going to happen, huh. It’s kind of amazing, really, if you think about it. I hope it works.”

Ian really trusted Anthony. He envied his courage to risk it all and make a change.

“What a great guy,” he thought. “I guess we both grew up…”

It was the afternoon. Spencer had agreed to stay the night. Everyone except for Angela would go back home tomorrow.

Amanda walked up to the statue heavy-hearted. Angela was sweating a little, as she was chiseling away.

“Hey, you,” Angela smiled at her.

“Hey Ang,” Amanda smiled back. But Angela immediately sensed something was the matter.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

“Let’s sit down,” Amanda suggested. They went to their spot and sat down once again.

“Angela, I feel… You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, of course! I love you too sweety-pie! Is there something I did that makes you think I don’t?”

“No, no,” Amanda stopped her. “No of course not. You’re fine, you’re excellent, even. But I feel like I have been miscommunicating, to several people, is the problem.” She stared off into the distance.

“What about?” Angela’s innocent sweet face was killing Amanda. But she had to go through this, she had created this whole mess in the first place.

“You know I love to flirt, right?”

“Boy, do I know it! That’s one of the things that are most fun about you!”

“Haha, thanks. But I fear I let it get too far. And I hurt people along the way.”

“Oh.” Angela looked uncertain. “What are you saying?”

“Well, I’ve been flirting… with Ian, and with Trevor. And with… with you.”

“And you actually don’t like any of us?”

“I do! I like all three of you, actually! My flirting is always sincere… But I don’t want to lead people on anymore. I… I have spoken to Trevor. Ended things. And Ian, I didn’t have to tell Ian I wanted to end things with him. He’s busy with Anthony as everyone has probably noticed as well…”

“So… is this you ending it with… me?” Angela sincerely looked sad.

“No, Ang,” Amanda whispered. “I’ve decided. I’ve felt this since the day we met. We’re soulmates, girl. I think you agree. And… I want you.”

Amanda took Angela’s face in her hands, and gently kissed her.

“You do?” Angela looked at Amanda with big brown eyes. It was the most beautiful thing Amanda had ever seen.

“Yeah, dummy, I just kissed you.”

“Oh yeah,” Angela laughed.

“Can I stay here with you? Until you’re finished with the statue?”

“Of course, darlin’. I’m going to paint it next.”

“Painting a sculpture?”

“Yeah. Did you know the Romans used to do that? They painted their temples and everything in very bright and earthy colors. Red, green, yellow, black and brown.”

“I had no idea. Alright, I’ll just sit here and watch you work for a while.”

“Yeah, okay.”

#smosh #ianthony #amangela #trevmanda #fanfic #poly!amanda is real in my mind but it has to be mutual for it to work omao

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thepawstudio · 10 months ago

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#puppy yoga #puppy yoga leicester #puppy yoga near me

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hushroomloser · 2 years ago

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Chris Evans short story part 3

Pairing: ReaderxChrisEvans

Request: Meeeee

Prompt: “I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else”

Warning(s): I’m a first-time writer

Word count: 1253 words

A/N: Hey online strangers, I wrote the first part a while back and have the rest of the story in my drive but have never posted it. This story I wrote way back in 2019 :'(. I will be posting at random times if you stay and read it thank you so much. Enjoy xoxox - I have no idea how many parts this story and technically I haven’t an ending yet.

And on cue, his phone rang, It was her. He was surprised, they broke up months ago. Why would she be calling him now?

He wasn’t ready so he let it go to voice mail. He couldn’t concentrate anymore his mind was going into what-if mode. Those what-if thoughts somehow wondered off to the girl from the coffee shop. He would be lying to himself if he said that she didn’t make his heart skip a beat. The way she looked at him, it made him melt a little. He’s amazing at puppy love.

Just when his thoughts were not consumed by Catherine, she called again. “She must want something important for her to call me”. Gazing at the phone he debated with himself, should he or shouldn’t he. Why would she even be calling at this time and after all these months? She broke it off and never looked back.

The evening sun cast shadows in his lovely one bedroom apartment. The production company had given him to option of staying at the hotel near the filming location but he had eyed this place months before. It had a beautiful fire place, next to it was a small dining room and the kitchen facing the the fire place. His room right down the hallway next to the front door. This was 110% better than any hotel room. It felt cozy, warm and a backyard for dodger.

His aching heart was slowly growing in pain, he saw this place for them. His brows drew together, and in a frown of confusion and a little annoyance, he took a big bite of his casserole. Again, for the hundred times today, his thoughts wondered to the girl from the coffee shop. She was beautiful, and her smile. A smile that would make anything and anyone melt. The way she looked at him was out of this world, he knew that it was just starstruckness and shyness playing on that gaze but he was enchanted, truly enchanted. And he now hated himself again. For someone with a broken heart, he was amazing at falling for strangers every two seconds. Maybe that is why it never worked with her. He shook his head and headed to the shower.

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The morning came quickly, too quickly she thought. She couldn’t sleep. She had the unhealthy idea to go into a rabbit hole of videos and anything she could consume that was under 10 min. She wondered if she was starstruck or starting to get an unattainable crush on someone who was obviously out of her league.

His beautiful eyes and his voice didn’t help, and remembering her awkwardness about the situation won the battle last night. She tossed and turned all night replaying the events in her head, thinking of better ways it could have turned out. She really was weird like that, she did need to work on that. Not be affected by the tiny things that did not matter but yet there she was cursing to the skies and all the gods above.

She was what we may call not a morning person, which was the understatement of the year. The snooze queen. The why god? Why so early? The, I rather sleep than do anything. The, my bed is my only true love ( other than Zeus obviously).

Basically, SHE did not enjoy mornings and took her a solid hour to five to be able to leave this ghostly self that was her morning personality. However she loved routines, and she followed hers religiously. Wake up, Water with Sun, Play with pet, Bathroom, do Yoga or run, email with a smoothie, shower, get ready for the day, breakfast at a coffee place while finishing emails, and buy coffee for friends.

Every morning, she would follow this, she did not know exactly why she had to do all these steps but some say it is healthy for you. Unless healthy means lack of intimate time with your bed then yes very healthy indeed.

Her apartment was a modest and cozy thing, a Loft-style condo, it was a gem out of all gems. She really struck gold. She was living with Lizzy and her fiancee before finding this place, on a random Tuesday morning on her run she saw it. She got it the same day, in her sweaty workout clothes she stormed into her friend's room screaming that she found the best place ever. Industrial style with a twist of rustic. She had spent all weekend buying things for her new home, forcing Oliver and Lizzy to help.

When you entered through the main door, the spacious foyer had been converted into a cozy library-living room for guests. In front of the living room was a tiny space for her, her painting, her drawing, her wackiness just her. She decorated it in a way that it would fit all and everything she ever loved to do or will want to do. Left of her kid's playroom as Oliver called it was a big enough kitchen table where no one ate on. As much as she loved to cook for her friends, they all ended up eating on the couch and watching some random show or movie. Your mini office next to the kitchen had been redecorated to fit a very girly aesthetic. But ended up being a very unflattering unicorn barf of mitch match colours. Only one thing she could do; hide that disgusting wallpaper that she chose with books, plenty of books.

She headed out the door ready to face a new day when arriving at her favourite coffee shop she decided or rather on a whim to go back to that shop she met him. She didn’t know why but she enjoyed their french vanilla a bit better.

Wow! she thought, lying is not my strongest point I should probably work on that, mentally eye-rolling herself.

She knew exactly why she went back there, even if her rational brain had been working overtime. He won’t be there, she thought. Why would he? He looked like he was in a rush. Why am I even going there? Pacing back in forth on the sidewalk. People started to give her the side eye.

She knew she was going to be late since the shop was further away from the hospital than her usual one.

“Hey Iz, I will be like a few minutes late is that okay?”, her nose wrinkled at the thought of being late. And finding a good excuse to tell Lizzy. “… yeah something like that. Don’t worry I will have your usual order, yes thank you”, hanging up the phone, surprised at the fact that she did not question her about why she would be late.

I mean I hate mornings but I make it a point to be early, thinking to herself. Unlike Lizzy, she would say better late than never to which I would always reply, I am surprised you are a working doctor, how in the world have they not fired you yet is surprising.

Having now won the mental war, she was resolved, she was going to go. And like magic, her shaky legs started to walk in the direction of the coffee place. For the first time in what felt like forever her heart had taken control of her body.

She put on her headphones, which will take her an extra ten minutes, she decided to take this beautiful and alone time and enjoy her morning commute.

I thought I was on a roll welp not really I had to heavily edit this and all but please enjoy

Another meet cue is coming I am just trying to make it as natural as possible.

constructive criticism is very much appreciated, thank you.

xoxox

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adhd-creativity · 1 year ago

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Sobriety journal: Day 21

It feels good to have made it this far again. I feel like I'm a little more sturdy and sure of myself. I'm watching the world waking up- the flowers opening, everywhere green and alive. And I'm here, I'm part of it.

I've started journalling again, which annoyingly makes me feel much better. I've let myself get swallowed up in books, actually finishing my Jeanette Winterson novel, more of the vampire chronicles, I joined an online archive library and have spent luxurious nights digging my way through dated gay horror novels from the 90's. I've looked at actual poems again. Reading is another thing drinking takes from me. When I'm just bleary and slugging my way through life I don't have the time for any story that isn't my own self imposed struggle.

I haven't rolled out my yoga mat again but I have been on long, meandering walks with my partner and their whippet puppy, Goose. Watching the puppy throw his long body through long grass, bite the earth, furiously happy and alive. We mainly walk through the sprawling Victorian graveyard near my house. Endless paths I can never find again. Layers and layers of graves, flowers climbing right over our heads, the heady stench of wild garlic. I look at you with your tangled hair and tight way you carry yourself. So quick to lash out and so soft to kiss. Sickening love. I ache with it.

I want this life. I want it so much. I don't want to risk it or numb it or forget it.

I spoke to my sister in the car today. She lives very quietly now with her own girlfriend and a house and a small, neatly tended vegetable garden. She proudly points out a bean plant which spindles into the sky and looks like a gentle breeze could snap it. You have to tie it to a stalk, she says, it can't grow by itself.

I tell her I want to show our Dad the audiobook about drinking I'm listening to. What magical combination of words will make him listen? We know, our whole generation, that drinking every day is bad and not normal. It's so painfully obvious. Not every situation needs alcohol. Two childhoods full of anger and stress and screaming at each other. A blur of drinks and hangovers. Maybe if it comes from a therapist, or another man, or a doctor. What will make him listen?

My sister says, he doesn't want to listen. When you accept that, everything gets easier. Tend to yourself. Weren't you supposed to be finding yourself a therapist?

And I do need to. I have spent years and years in the wild, but not growing. Vines and nettles covering my body. Lying there in the soil, though never putting down roots. Who needs the sun? I definitely, definitely do. I need the sun on my face and water and careful love that I gather for myself.

It's strange, wanting to look after myself, to pull out weeds to make way for other plants. I want to put down roots. I want to let myself grow.

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moki-dokie · 3 months ago

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cats too, tbh. people like to push the misconception cats can't be trained, cats are solitary, cats won't do anything they aren't interested in, ect ect. but that's only true to a certain degree.

if you are part of a cats family, they will learn damn near anything. cats mirror behavior of their family almost like primates and corvids tend to. they WANT to learn, to be part of what you're doing, to be included in every event and conversation.

but the kicker to this is that unless you raised your cat from kittenhood, there's a good chance you or someone else in the household is not part of their family in their eyes. you share a territory, but you are not kin. they tolerate you and appreciate you as a food source, but they have no bonds to tie them to you otherwise, and would fuck off in a heartbeat if there was a similar source and the freedom to do so. and a lot of that comes down to people treating cats like dogs, thinking they will automatically pack with you no matter what, puppy or adult. a cat that has not grown up with you will almost never do this. you have to earn the status of family via respect, trust, patience, and kindness. but once you are viewed as kin, training them is easy. and using gestures works just as well with them.

atticuss who has since passed was leash trained. all i had to do was pick up his leash and he'd come stand at my feet for me to put his harness on. we also had a game where he'd hunt me from around a corner and pounce knowing i'd catch him mid-air, and soon became a thing where all i had to do was open my arms and he'd run and pounce.

mowgli, also passed, knew bedtime just from us getting into bed and getting under the blankets. once under the blankets it was time for him to come up and snuggle up with me. if we were on the bed any other time, it wasn't bedtime so he'd stay off.

dodger has learned to reach up and touch my hand to ask for his treats. originally i was trying to teach him to meow to ask, but he started reaching out unprompted - i assume because he's watched me use my hand to pick them up out of my other palm. again, cats mirror like crazy. so now when its treats time, he sits and reaches up to my hand to give it a tap, then gets his treat. no verbal cues at all, merely the sight of his treat bag and my cupped hand. he also knows a gentle push from my foot means to get out of the way immediately because it's dangerous to be near. he knows when i slow blink back at him, i want him to come to me, and most of the time he does (unless he's literally just woken up in which case it might take him a bit. understandable. i too do not like to get out of bed immediately.) he knows when i get down on all fours, its Floor Time (dedicated play time/affection time on the floor with him) - although it's hard to separate this from yoga for him lol and despite the fact he cannot tell time nor even has a concept of time, he knows exactly when it's 6pm and time for wet food. ans although this is a verbal one, i merely have to change the tone of my voice for him to immediately stop something he's not supposed to be doing. no yelling, no needing to physically remove him, don't even need to ask twice. I just take The Tone with his name and he's done instantly and walking away. all of my cats know what an accident is, too. they know how to apologize in their own way if they forget their bite inhibition whilst being excited and playful or if their claws got me instead of their toy.

not only does he know visual and verbal cues i've taught him, but he has many of his own to communicate with me specifically. he mirrors my actions so accurately when he wants something. because i use my hands for so much, he does the same with his paws.

train your pets. its awesome and fun and gives them a way to better communicate with you!

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