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anninhiliation · 5 years

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Tease

A/N: So I am in an airport, and I was working on Everytime for Zab, and I had written some of this last night but rereading it, I feel like it doesnt fit. So I made it it's own seperate piece because I liked it to much to toss it to the trash! Also side note, im currently doing this all on mobile 《I'm also sick》 so I'm going to try to link everything and there might be some typos, sorry!

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Thinking 'Bout You

The club music poured through your body as you grinded against a guy you felt a pair of eyes fixated on you. Smirking, you began to dance provocatively teasing the pair of eyes that were glued to you. Feeling the liquid courage you rubbed your ass against the guys crotch and felt it harden a bit causing you to bite your lip in excitement. Before you could turn around and offer to go back to your place, the guy was shoved out of the way by none other than Zabdiel. The stranger went to protest but he took one look at Zabdiel and walked away.

"Cariño what do you think you're doing?" Zabdiel spoke in your ear.

"Why do you care?" You hissed in his ear.

Annoyed with the loud music, Zabdiel grabbed your arm and rushed you out of the club.

"Let go!" You shouted but no one heard because of the beating bass of the music.

The cool air felt good against your warm body, as Zabdiel pinned you against the brick wall.

"¿Quieres decirme otra vez lo que crees que estás haciendo?"

"And I will ask again why do you care?" You scoffed, folding your arms against your chest and piercing through his brown eyes.

"Mi vida, perdóname" Zabdiel purred as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

Zabdiel knew exactly what he was doing to you, giving you his puppy dog eyes, made your knees weak. You wanted to jump his bones right outside this club.

"Fuck" You muttered to yourself as you placed your lips on his. The kiss was needy, letting Zabdiel know he won your little game. Your fingers interlaced with his golden locks as a moan escaped his lips. You felt a pool begin to form between your legs creating a stronger urgency for having Zabdiel inside you.

"Vamos carajo." You barked as you gripped Zabdiel`s hand and dragged him back to your apartment.

The minute the door closed, Zabdiel pinned you against the wall and attacked your sweet spot behind your ear. A moan escaped your lips, and you arched your back begging for more. Zabdiel was quick to unzip your dress and push the thin straps off your shoulders. The dress quickly fell to the floor, exposing your hardened buds. Zabdiel smirked at how needy he could make you without even really touching you where you wanted him the most. You got on your knees and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoning his pants, only soaked your core further. It had been so long since you last tasted Zabdiel. You slowly peeled his pants down, wanting to tease him back. He was quick to make a ponytail with your hair and tugged it.

"Niña you really want to tease me así?" Zabdiel sternly questioned.

"No sé qué estás hablando." You innocently answered as you batted your lashes.

You let the pants fall to the ground in the same manner your dress did. You purposely left his boxers on, wanting him to feel the same need you felt. Slowly and lightly you traced his bulge with your fingertips letting the boxers soak up his pre cum. A loud groan escaped his lips as he tugged on your hair harder.

"Nena no me hagas esto o te voy a castigar." He warned.

The dominance in Zabdiel drove you crazy but you also wanted to be fucked, not edged tonight. So you obeyed, knowing he would still fuck you so good and fill your hole just the way you like it. Without warning you quickly pulled off his boxers and his member sprang out hitting his abdomen. You quickly licked up his shaft and sucked the tip. You began to bob your head, allowing your throat to re-adjust to the girth of his cock. Zabdiel was not in the mood for taking things slow so he gripped your ponytail and face fucked you. Your small soft hands immediately latched onto his thighs as your lipstick smeared all over your face and your mascara began to run. He pushed his dick so far back against your throat you swore to god you could just orgasm right there and then.

"Te gusta hacerte mi agujero?" Zabdiel questioned as he thrusted harder into you.

You purposefully began to swallow to further tighten around Zabdiel. His thrusts then began to become sloppy which let you know he was close. After three more thrusts the salty liquid poured down your throat. When Zabdiel pulled out, your breath became hitched. Zabdiel bent down and kissed your lips softly.

"Vamos mi amor deja que yo te cuidó." Zabdiel purred as he helped you up.

You wrapped your weakened legs around his abdomen and you kissed his jaw down to his neck muttering dirty things into his ear. He threw you on the bed without warning and ripped off your flimsy lace panties right off and exposed your drenched core.

"Niña estás tan mojada tsk tsk tsk." He cooed looking into your eyes as he lightly ran his finger through your slit and licked his finger clean.

He hovered his lips over where you needed him most. You bucked your hips in response moaning out his name. Zabdiel firmly placed your hips down as he latched himself to your sensitive nerve endings. You placed one hand in his hair and the other grasped the sheets. Zabdiel inserted two fingers inside you and began to pump. You were a moaning mess under his touch as he curled his fingers hitting your g-spot. Your walls were quick to clench against his fingers as he pumped harder.

"Zaaaaaaabbbddddiiiieeeellllaaaahhhgghh" you moaned out.

"Cum for me mi amor." Zabdiel purred as he moved his tongue against your nerve endings the way you like.

With that, you released allowing the sweet ecstasy take over your body, as your eyes rolled back. Your thighs shook against Zabdiel as he rode you out and cleaned you up. He gave you no time to catch your breath as he aligned himself to you. He slowly inserted himself inside you allowing your walls to stretch around him.

"Qué apretada que sos." Zabdiel groaned as quickened the pace.

Zabdiel rubbed his thumb against your sore clit and he rammed harder into you. The bedroom was filled with flesh smacking against each other and your loud moans. Your hands grasped the bedsheets once again as you felt a knot begin to form.

"Zabdiel!" You moaned out as your walls clenched around him.

"Yo estoy cecro también. Dale niña." Zabdiel groaned as his thrusts became sloppy.

You orgasmed again as he rode you out. In the middle of your climax, Zabdiel came inside you. Panting Zabdiel pulled out of you and laid down next to you. The two of you laid on the bed trying to catch your breathes.

"Viene" Zabdiel whispered.

You rolled to your side and laid your head on top of his chest.

"When we catch our breaths I'm so going to ride you." You whispered to him.

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hardyimagines · 6 years

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Part 4, Final — The Decision

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Can I ask for a request? Alfie had to give up the reader because hes facing a powerful and dangerous enemy but he doesnt tell the reader. She ends up dating tommy (who doesn't know about her past with alfie) and on their wedding day Alfie shows up. Idk what happens next lol but I just would love to read about tension and emotions and alfie just like being vulnerable. Thank you 💜💜💜

Omg so your new Alfie fic is amazing! I've never requested anything before or made a suggestion but I wanted to suggest that maybe (if you want), can you include a part where the main OC does end up getting hurt and she's possibly pregnant (maybe loses it) with Alfies child and he doesnt know but then he finds out?! Whether she gets hurt bc of Tommy or Alfie it's up to you but I'd like to read that

Word Count: 5.5k ||| Status: completed

Requested by: @fuckitsharam & @stylingco

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The sun in the sky shone down brightly on the occupants of the garden. You stood on the porch, hand resting on the skin above your eyebrows as you watched your little girl run throughout the yard. Shielding the bright rays of sun from hitting you directly in the eyes, a small smile graced your lips. It was spring. The air wasn’t exactly hot, but it wasn’t cold either. The hours of daylight increased now and the flowers were beginning to bloom. The trees were growing back their lively leafs, previously shed in the fall and winter. It was beautiful. Your daughter was the most adventurous and lively kid that you’d ever known. “Come on, Ophelia, daddy’s expecting us!” It was her third birthday. The plastic crown that sat atop her messy curly head of hair bobbed lightly but didn’t fall. The little combs on the end were buried in her precious locks, clinging to her securely as she ran around the grass. Her small feet, coated in mud and dirt, clambered up the short steps toward you. “We’re gonna go see daddy?” The child chirped, eyes bright. “Yes, angel, but we need to get some shoes on.”

Your lengthy nails brushed along the soft skin of her forehead, tucking her baby hairs away and beneath the silver tiara. “Come on, then, beautiful.” The door to the house opened with a quiet creak and the two of you piled inside. Cyril lifted his head in question, big brown eyes studying you before you scratched the top of his head and assured him that you and Ophelia would be home soon WITH Alfie. You pinched the puffy pink coat that hung beside the door. Opening it, you moved up behind Ophelia, warm eyes drifting along your little girl as she smoothly slipped her small arms into the arm holes. Settling the fabric on her shoulders, you leaned in and kissed her forehead, careful not to knock off her little diadem. The child wasted absolutely no time before she leaned up on her tiptoes, trying to grip the doorknob. “Hang on, my little angel, we have to get your shoes!” You moved down the hall to retrieve her grey boots, head spinning as you briefly paused. The never-ending worry hit you again. This was the third time today. Alfie had missed Ophelia’s birthday twice now. Her first birthday was spent, just the two of you, curled up in the kitchen as she ate the cake on the center of the table with nothing but her greedy hands. You’d given her a bath and a new toy and then she’d gone to bed. Alfie hadn’t come home until the following morning, apologetic as always. He made a promise to be there for her second birthday, but when you were once again left alone in the empty park, you’d stared down at your little girl. She played carelessly, oblivious to the lack of her father’s presence. He was hardly ever around anyway. You glanced over your shoulder. “Mommy, come on!” The girl pleaded, her little voice whiny and loud. Your shoulders hunched defeatedly. You couldn’t take her to the distillery, not until she was old enough to understand what to touch and what not to touch. Your hands found the bones of your hips, head tipping back as you let out a loud sigh. Alfie would be here. He swore.

Your boots tapped the floor softly as you retrieved her shoes from the closet before you made your way back toward the front door where Ophelia was impatiently waiting. “Daffodil, how about mommy takes you to the little toy store up the road and you can buy anything you want?” You offered, crouching down in front of her as you spoke. Her innocent eyes shone brightly with curiosity before she pursed her lips in thought. “What about daddy? Is he gonna come too?” Your head shook lightly. “I don’t think so, peach, but he’ll be here tonight for cake and ice cream. He promised, didnt he?” Ophelia nodded, lifting her feet one by one so you could slip her white socks on to her feet and then help her into her boots. “There we are.” You smiled widely before rising. The child zipped up her coat before pointing to the door, cheeks tinting red the second you pulled the door open and the icy air kissed her skin. “Hold my hand.” You instructed. She obeyed instantly. Her hand fit snugly in your bigger one, little boots hitting the ground audibly as she skipped alongside you, singing a quiet rhyme. The toy shop wasn’t far, so even if Alfie did decide to come home, which you doubted he would, it would be impossible for you to miss him.

The metal door opened quietly, little bell dinging to alert the women behind the counter that they had customers. The redhead pushed her hair out of her face before greeting you and your daughter. “Hello, are you looking for anything particular?” She inquired, moving around the counter. Her high-heels clicked against the floor audibly, tapping against the tile as she approached the two of you. “Oh, no, it’s my little girl’s birthday,” you pointed out softly. “She’s going to pick out anything she wants.” You told the woman before leading your little girl toward the toys, thanking the woman quietly. Along the shelves, stuffed animals and dolls decorated the walls. There were various types of things for her to play with. “Anything you want, my love.” The bouncy girl ran her small fingers along the soft toys before slowly lifting a little bear. “This looks like daddy.” The girl pointed out, wiggling the toy for you to see. Your arms folded over your chest, smile visible as your lips turned upward. “Daddy’s not that cute.” You smiled lazily before squatting down in front of her. “You’re such an easy girl.” You mumbled before kissing her head, knowing she wouldn’t have picked up the bear if it wasn’t what she wanted. Your small fingers curled around the teddy’s arm before you stood and moved toward the counter to pay.

Alfie was sat in his office, hands folded behind his head as he slumped back against his seat, eyes rolling as Ollie told him of all the issues they’d encountered this week. Yes. For the third time, it had slipped his mind that it was Ophelia’s birthday. He couldn’t help it. The second he came into the distillery, he was bombarded with work. He never had a second to himself anymore. These last three years were hectic, he hardly even got to see you. His large palm slid along the length of his face, tiredly rubbing it down. “Look, mate, yeah, I just want to get this shit fucking settled, right, so I, yeah, can fucking go home before it’s time for the sun to rise.” His eyes were growing heavier overtime. He had gotten little to no sleep this week and what little he had, he couldn’t savor. He missed you. More than he could put into words. The second you and Alfie had been together officially, he’d made you his wife. Life had been more than amazing. He hadn’t pushed you away or kept little secrets from you. Business was important and it was necessary, but you were more important and he shared every little detail of work with you. No more lies and no more splitting up. The man stood as Ollie continued to ramble on. “Right, Ollie, the sun’s come and gone, mate, which means it’s fucking time for bed, innit. My wife’s probably all tucked away, ready to sleep, and my little girl-“ he froze on the spot. The guilt that gripped his heart made him feel faint. “Fuckin’ hell.” The man, angry, strode toward the door to retrieve his coat. He yanked the fabric on his broad body, not bothering to give his right-hand any form of explanation. He set off down the stairs and along the corridor, boots thudding noisily, alerting everyone of his presence. His cane tapped quietly along the ground, a significant contrast to the absolute hollow sound his boots created. Men halted at their work stations, each one assuming something was wrong, but they’d never guessed Alfie was beating himself up because once again, he would miss Ophelia’s birthday.

The cold night air was a whisper against his skin, brushing over his warm flesh, accompanying him on his journey home. He hadn’t picked up a gift for his little girl and at this late hour, he knew that no shop would be open. The man brushed his hair back and out of his face as it messily stuck out in this direction and that. He knew you’d definitely gotten the child a gift and cake, so he could at least pretend like he’d taken some part in that, but he knew you’d be upset with him. The lights on the porch twinkled when the little house came into view. He could see a set of balloons tied around the bannister, a proud annunciation to the neighborhood that your little girl was growing up. Alfie slowed his pace, taking his time to study the exterior of the home before he entered. He knew he was in for a long talking to and he also knew he deserved it. He’d been late. Again. For his babygirl’s birthday. The door opened quietly, but closed a little louder. Alfie drew off his heavy coat before draping it over the back of the sofa. His large hand wiggled between the skin of his neck and the collar of the shirt he wore, loosening it smoothly. On the table in the living room, crumbs from the strawberry cake you’d made stained the surface. There was no sign of life in the room, so he assumed you must’ve had dinner, cake, presents, and were now relaxing somewhere — or sleeping. The ticking clock in the corner grasped the man’s attention and when he gave it a lingering look, he sighed breathily. It was late.

Ophelia was wrapped up beneath her pink blanket. Her hair was braided neatly, draping over her shoulders as she clung on to her daddy bear. The teddy resembled a real life bear, but was as soft and as cuddly as a brown, fake looking stuffed animal. One leg was buried beneath her duvet and the other hung off the edge of the bed, movement-less. She was passed out. Alfie poked his head into the birthday girl’s room, studying her features as she lounged on her flower patterned bed. Her lips were sticky and she had little bits of icing glued to the corners of her mouth. Alfie let a smug smile cross over his lips before you, smoothly and unexpectedly, dipped in front of him and caught him off guard. “Welcome home.” Your hands pressed to his chest. You knew Alfie would go into Ophelia’s room and wake the pretty little girl if you didn’t stop him. He had no recognition of ‘she needed this many hours of sleep’ and the fact that she had a bed time. “She’s just gone to bed, she’s been hyper all night because of the cake.” Your voice was low. A mere whisper. Alfie had to strain his ears to hear what you were saying, but once he had, he straightened defensively before lowering his eyes to the floor so he could eye his boots. “I’m late again.” He sighed before shrinking back and retreating to the living room. You closed Ophelia’s door with a gentle sigh before following after the man. “Yeah.. we noticed.” The man lowered himself down on the sofa, feet kicking up to rest on the coffee table as he rubbed down his face, breaths heavy. He was exhausted and really could’ve gone to sleep right then, but he wasn’t a complete fool. He knew he needed to talk to you. “When I became Mrs. Solomons.. and I left Tommy to be with you.. and I made the decision that I’d trust you’d put me and your daughter before work, was I wrong to do all of that?” Alfie’s hand fell away from his face and instead dropped to the cushion that he was sat on. Picking at the loose strings, the man fixed you with a pained look before standing. “Don’t say stuff like that, Y/N. I’m doing my fucking best here, ain’t I?” You scoffed lowly. “If this is your fucking best, then I’d like to get a divorce. Good god, Alfie, Ophelia hasn’t seen you in days and I’ve hardly seen you! What do you think that does to us?” Alfie’s brows furrowed and his stare hardened. “To you? Right, what do you think it fucking does to me, yeah? I’m missing my little girl grow up, right, and I don’t even get to fucking spend a fucking day with my wife anymore, yeah, it’s fucking killing me too, innit!” Your eyes watered as he spoke, jaw clenching. “Stop shouting or you’ll wake her.” The man sighed heavily, arms folding across his chest stubbornly. He hated being told what to do. “It’s your job, Alfie. You’re the boss. You can leave when you want and don’t lie to me and say you can’t because you use to leave work all the time before the day had hardly even started just so you could be with me.” You lifted your hand to wipe away at the tears that tried to spill from your tired eyes. Alfie sighed heavily, studying your features before he licked his lips and spoke again. “It’s harder now, pet. I’ve got a lot more to do. A lot more things need my attention.” You let out a defeated sigh. Your small hand curled around the blanket on the sofa. “Yeah, well, your wife and daughter need attention as well.” With that, you turned on your heel. Alfie expected to hear your feet, hitting the stairs softly as you went to the bedroom the pair of you shared, but when your footsteps never came, he craned his neck and realized you were going to sleep in the guest room.

An uncomfortable twitch of sadness held his heart. He didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t as if he’d lose his job if he didn’t show up, but he was sure he’d lose his family if he didn’t spend more time with them. His hand scratched the back of his head, nails pushing through his messy hair before he stood and moved toward the phone. Calling Ollie, he pressed his shoulder against the wall, the sole of his boot rubbed absentmindedly against the recently cleaned floor. “Right, lad, I’m not going to be coming in for the week, yeah, I’m needed at home.” His voice was soft, ears ignorant of Ollie’s worried shouts. “You can handle it, lad, yeah. If anything’s too fucking much, you just send whatever it is on over to my fucking house, right. No people, only papers explaining the issue, right, or just fucking call me. I’ll see you- yeah, Ollie, right, I fucking know that, alright, yeah, bye.” Hanging the black phone back on the wall, Alfie pushed his hands through his hair once more before heading toward the guest room. He could only assume Cyril, as usual, was asleep beneath Ophelia’s bed, snoozing away, but ready to wake up in an instant and protect her.

Alfie removed his shoes, laying them on the hard brick beside the fireplace. His eyes slid around the room. He’d contemplated just leaving you be and letting you sleep, but the man had been deprived of you for too long and needed to be held tonight. His bare-feet scuffed softly against the carpet as he made his way toward the room you were in. His shoulders were hunched and there was a little limp in his step. His knuckles hit the door quietly, but he waited for no response before he pushed the door open and entered. “Pet?” Your hot tears stuck to your cheeks and stained the pillow you laid on. You didn’t move from your spot, eyes closed tightly as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you’d been crying. You held your breath, refusing to let your body shake as a silent sob escaped. Alfie, not really caring if you’d already gone to bed, began to pull off his shirt and then rid of his trousers. Your skin had goosebumps already, just from waiting. Waiting for him to climb into bed and embrace you like he always did, no matter how angry or upset you were. His arm looped around your waist, dragging your little body backwards and into his own. The movement elicited a breath from you finally and it was then that he leaned over to peer at your face. The moonlight illuminated your worn features, so broken and hurt. You could tell he was sorry by the way he stared down at you, regret shining visibly in his eyes. “Please don’t cry..” He whispered softly. “I know I’m doing a horrid job at this, but I’ll do better.”

Alfie, in truth, was the best father you’d ever seen. Though he was, a lot of the time, very busy at work, he was his daughter’s best friend. She lit up like a star when he came home, beaming and bright. He spent all night playing with her, doing whatever the hell she wanted until she’d lay on his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Alfie spoiled her and she was definitely a daddy’s girl. You were more of the disciplinary one, but Alfie always backed you up. “I can’t do this anymore with you, Alfie. I need you at home.” The man nodded softly, lifting his hand so he could brush away the tears that killed him to see. “Right, pet, im taking off a week at work, yeah, see how that goes, and then I’ll see what I can do to be home more, won’t I?” Your head nodded gently before you rolled on to your side and wiggled so he was spooning you. Your hand curled around his much larger one, dragging it around you tightly. He possessed a strength that you were very aware of and sometimes, when he’d really missed you, he’d squeeze the hell out of you while he slept and you’d have to slap his arm to wake him. “Please don’t try and squeeze me to death tonight.” You mumbled sleepily, but a little smile pulled at your lips. Alfie couldn’t help the involuntary breath of amusement that left his lips. Kissing your cheek softly, he nodded. “I’ll do my absolute best to control myself.” Your smile widened. “I love you, Alfie.” You turned your neck, gazing at him with the love and adoration that you held only for him. “I love you too, Y/N.” He mumbled quietly, lips moving to yours for just a few seconds.

When the kiss reached its natural end, neither of you distanced from the other. You instead embraced him, hiding your face in the cool skin of his prickly neck. It didn’t bother you. The little hairs that occasionally stabbed the sensitive skin of your face, they simply made you smile, sometimes playfully wince. Alfie always offered to shave, but you’d always whimper and plead for him not to. He looked so good with his beard and stubble. You couldn’t bear to part with it and you knew he wouldn’t want to either. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as he held you. It felt so good to actually go to sleep with Alfie opposed to you waking up in his arms, just as he was pulling away to head to work. Within a few minutes, sleep took over and you were out like a light, alongside your husband who was beginning to snore like a grizzly bear. You were so use to it at this point though, the noise brought you comfort. He was here.

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Ophelia stood at the foot of your bed, hands curled in the ends of the grey duvet as she loosely tugged on the fabric to wake you and her slumbering daddy. The pair of you began to grumble sleepily, refusing to wake instantly. You rolled to the side, burying your face further into the pillow as you tried desperately to cling on to the sleep that was slipping away. The mattress groaned audibly as the little girl lifted herself up and on to the foot of the bed. Her knees sunk into the fabric, small hands balancing on the back of your thigh and Alfie’s knee as she crawled along your bodies. “Please wake up.” She pouted, small fingers curling in the duvet. Your eyes droopily opened at her words, studying her innocent expression. “Alfie.” You mumbled sleepily before nudging him with your cold foot. The ice-like feel of your toes made the man growl. He was awake. He just tried to do the same as you and go back to sleep. His blue eyes slid open, blurry from sleep. Little crusts from his slumber rested in the corners of his eyes, but he smoothly wiped them away before sitting up. “Why are you up so early, little one?” The man’s large arms curled around the beauty before he lowered himself back down, pulling Ophelia with him. The room was quiet opposed to their soft voices, responding to each other smoothly, quietly, afraid to wake you. Though, you hadn’t gone back to sleep. Lifting your head, your messy hair draped over Alfie’s shoulder as you leaned against his back to peer over him and down at the little girl that was laid in front of him. “Its 9 in the morning, daddy, it’s not even early!” The child exclaimed, her long lashes fluttering before she lifted her hand to pull lazily at her father’s beard. “Fucking hell, is it that late already?” He was already sitting up again when you spoke. “Language, Alfie.” You mumbled before rolling toward your baby as Alfie slid off the bed. “Right, come on, let’s not spend our day in bed, let’s go downstairs and have some breakfast.”

You leaned up slightly, the sleeve of your nightgown rolling down and off of your shoulder. You fixed it smoothly, small fingers dragging the lace back up and into its proper position. “All we’ve got is cereal, darling.” You told the man as you followed him out of bed. Ophelia scrambled toward her father and he, with open arms, easily hoisted her up and on to his hips. She clung to him like a baby and you smiled fondly. Initially you’d thought you’d be jealous if you weren’t the favorite parent, but in this case, since Ophelia hardly ever saw Alfie, you couldn’t blame her for being so attached to him. You slipped on your blue slippers before grabbing the yellow robe off of the hook in the corner. The silky fabric wrapped around you snugly, tied in a little bow at the front on your belly. Alfie led the pair of you downstairs and to the kitchen where Cyril was waiting hungrily. A low growl escaped the animals belly and then a quiet whine. The dog food was kept tucked away in a high cabinet because Cyril had a tendency to find the food and dump it out all over the floor, devouring as much of it as he could— to the point where he was left with a bellyache.

Alfie removed three bowls from the cupboard, after feeding the mastiff, each one carefully painted a permanent pink. The pattern on the sides of the bowls was a matching set which was what you’d always wanted and he’d purchased the kitchenware for you for your birthday. His soft eyes flickered to you as you began to fill each bowl to the brim with whatever oats were in the last cereal box. Alfie didn’t like milk on his cereal. He preferred to just eat it with his fingers like a cookie. You loved to bathe your food in milk, bowl nearly overflowing from how much contents were jam-packed in the round glass. Ophelia liked only a little milk, not a drop or two, but maybe the size of two shot glasses. The milk didn’t even fill half of the bowl, but at least she liked to have a little bit. The little girl was knelt up on her chair, hunched over the table as she watched you finish up with the milk. Alfie slid her bowl toward her before offering her a little wooden spoon. She took it gratefully, beaming up at her father before she eagerly began to dig into the breakfast. You ate much slower, though you hated how soggy your meal ended up being, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to make yourself sick from eating to quickly. Your eyes moved to Alfie. He had no patience. His beard was crumb infested within seconds, but he’d use his palm to try and wipe away the messy food. It really wasn’t the food that was messy, it was just Alfie.

Breakfast went by peacefully and you told yourself silently that if had there been another little baby, situated beside Ophelia, things would not be running as smoothly. Luckily, you looked down at your belly, it was as empty as ever. For now. Your eyes lifted to Alfie. Maybe one day, when things weren’t so chaotic and you had time to actually sleep with your husband, then you could discuss having another baby. You stood, gathering the empty dishes so you could clean each one. Ophelia looked to her father, watching as the man lifted his glasses on to his face and began to read over the little notes on the table. Mental reminders he was writing down so he knew what needed to be taken care of when he returned back to work. “Daddy?” Ophelia spoke softly. The large man, furrowed brows and hardened stare, lifted his eyes to his little girl, features instantly softening now that he was focused on her opposed to work. The little girl pushed her fringe out of her eyes before inhaling deeply. “Are you gonna be home more?” She asked quietly. Her big green eyes were wide and the hope that danced vibrantly in them was hard to miss. “Yes, Love, as much as I fu- can be, yeah? I miss you too much when I’m away at work, don’t I?” Ophelia cracked a slow smile before leaping down off of her seat and moving around the wooden table so she could instead perch herself up on Alfie’s lap. The man held her close, absentmindedly pushing her hair out of her face as she stared up at him. She was the spitting image of you.

The cloth on the counter was used to dry off your hands after you’d tucked each dish away. Turning on your heel, you dropped down beside the two of them, eyes shimmering as they moved between your handsome husband and darling girl. “Yes, Daddy is going to be around a lot more often. I’m going to make sure of it.” Alfie’s eyes slipped to you when you spoke, a slow smirk pulling at his full lips. “We’ll see.” He whispered teasingly before leaning back in his chair. “We will see.” He muttered again, arms tightening lightly around his angel.

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The remainder of the day was spent lounging in the living room. Your bare feet slid along the carpet as you danced goofily for your family. The laughter that echoed around the room was joy to your ears. Ophelia was having the most amazing time and you were grateful. Just having Alfie here seemed to brighten her mood significantly. Alfie didn’t partake in the silly dancing, he simply lounged on the sofa, chuckling loudly as your body twisted and turned and your daughter’s tried to follow. He could’ve been at work, head buried in his hands as the weight of work resided on his shoulders, but he’d much rather be here, watching you make an absolute fool of yourself.

You were his fool.

Wednesday was spent lounging in the sun in the backyard. Ophelia had an addiction to the outdoors, always happiest when her sun-kissed skin was darkening beneath the rays. She’d chase the butterflies and play in the water that sprayed from the hose. She was muddy and soaked, but beaming. You’d spent the entirety of the day, laying on Alfie’s chest as the two of you watched over Ophelia protectively. Alfie refused to ever take his eyes away from her, even when you’d leaned in for a little kiss. He couldn’t risk it. Children were taken in the blink of an eye and he’d be damned if he ever let anything happen to his child. She was entirely too good for this world. And entirely too good from him. He knew that.

Thursday was the quickest day. Alfie had taken Ophelia to the park so she could play for a few hours and although they had begged you to come along, you just weren’t feeling too great. Your small hand pushed through your hair, continuing to clean the constantly filthy house. It didn’t bother you, letting them go out for some father, daughter time. No. They deserved it. Alfie, you knew, would push Ophelia on the swings, keeping a close eye on anybody who dared play to close. He didn’t care if it was a child, he didn’t let anybody approach his angel. You tried to explain to him that social interaction was good for her. It was good for her to talk to her peers at such a young age, but he wasn’t having any of it. “She can talk to them when she’s not living under my roof.” He’d dramatically told you that night. You’d scoffed at his words and had easily pushed them to the back of your mind. That wasn’t rational thinking.

On the weekends, Ophelia had a little group called ‘The Little Ducklings’ that she attended. The class helped teach children about growing up. It was basically a daycare, but it didn’t have the ridiculous prices nor did it have teachers who only cared about the money. These women were taking amazing care of your little Ophelia. She babbled all evening when she returned home about everything she’d learned. That being said, while Ophelia was away, learning her abc’s, colors, and numbers, you were learning too, trapped beneath your husband, bodies joined in the most physical and passionate way possible as he taught you some of the ‘new moves’ he’d been daydreaming about. He left you breathless and writhing for more. The passion in this relationship was never-ending. The man seemed to have no off switch. He was always ready for you. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t always ready for him.

The week came and went entirely too fast. One minute you’re extremely grateful that Alfie had made the wise decision to stay home from work and spend time with his family, but the next thing you knew, the calendar read Monday again and it was time to bid the man goodbye. His warm lips pressed to yours, hands gliding along your arms before he cradled your hands in his own. “Things will change, pet, yeah, I fucking promise you that, I can’t fucking stand, right, being away from you for so long. I’ll handle everything today, right, I fucking will.” He’d given you several kisses that day before he’d left and then he’d given ophelia double. You couldn’t admit to anyone but yourself that you were jealous your daughter had received more kisses than you, but the thought still made you smile. You wouldn’t trade anything in the world for your family. They were one of a kind. The light in the fireplace was beginning to die that evening, it’s orange embers fading as the light began to give out. Ophelia was fast asleep on your chest, mouth partially opened and eyes heavy as she nuzzled into you. Alfie would be home soon, you were sure of it. He would keep his word and things would get better from here. After-all, you had married one of the most amazing men in the world. Your head rolled back, eyes meeting the ceiling. Alfie Solomons would keep his word and he would be home every night before it was too late. Your eyes flickered to your wedding ring. No matter how many fights or how many disagreements the two of you had, Alfie was your forever and you’d never be without him. Your eyes moved to Ophelia. And neither would she.

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bobowhooo · 6 years

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Potent Savages

Genre : Thriller/Trigger warningsss/Angst/Smut/exo, oc, and blackpink gang au

Summary : This fast paced kind of lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but for these young rich savages it’s second nature.

Chapter 2 : Riveting

Welcome back. Lets pick up where we left off, shall we?

After we escaped from the dragons men, we all ended up hiding in some nasty smelling, broken down place that the exo gang usually use for interrogation purposes. Now let me set the mood for you, 14 crazy ass adolescents that hate each other, cooped up in a dark, cold, torture garage. The perfect storm is what this kind of thing can be called.

Hard ass verbal blows were being thrown all over the place, mostly by the more talkative of the two gangs , and guns were being pulled out even though we all knew nobody had it in them to shoot at anyone in this room right now......then againnn

“Can everybody just shut the fuck up! DAMN.” Suho yelled at the room with his stern voice.

I stop my yelling to look at suho with an expression that says “who the fuck are you talking to boi?”

He speaks up again “Just in case you all forgot, JIYONGS MEN ARE LOOKING FOR US AND WANT TO FUCKING EAT OUR ASSES.”

“NO DUH DIPSHIT.” i yelled right back at him for no reason other than im heated right now.

“Sit down little girl.” baekhyun spoke in a tone that could buy him a hard slap.

I rolled the shit out of my eyes as jisoo spoke to suho, “well do you have some kind of plan?”

“I do have plan that could work out well for us. Is everyone willing to listen?” suho was speaking in a serious tone as he slowly got up and stood above us all, while we all stayed seated on the cold floor.

He took our silence as an agreement and continued, “Jiyong has been trying to beat us at what we’re best at, does anyone know what that is?”

“Being assholes?”

“Being little bitches?”

“Doing drugs?”

“What?”

“God damn it, chanyeol, jondae, shut the hell up.” suho sighed with a fed up tone when he spoke to the two boys before he continued speaking himself.

“I think we can all agree that confrontation is what we’re best at.”

“That’s true, you guys surprised me at that party the other night, i cant lie.” rosé said with her chin propped up on her knees as she sat on the floor next to me.

“same.” the exo member kai finally spoke up. where did they find this one? heaven?

I couldn’t help but feel weird at this moment. Exo wants jiyongs head, nothing less, and i dont know if im ready to see him die. Yes he does want me dead now, but i still like him. Wait what the hell am i thinking!? i dont care what happens to that douchebag same goes for the exo gang, Its all about, my girls, my coins, and me at the end of the day.......right?

“Aya?” suho called out, and broke my train of thought. “You down?”

“Fuck yeah.”

When suho hyung was done telling all of us about his plan, we went to one of blackpinks gunrunners to get ready for our attack on the dragon estate.

A few different conversations were going on all at once in this car, but the only one im interested in is the one going on right next to me between lay and aya as she sits on his lap, due to lack of space.

“I guess you haven’t caught the asshole disease some of these guys walk around with huh?”

Lay gives her a laugh “asshole disease?”

“Ugh get a damn room you two.” i spoke with an irritated tone because the conversation between the two was going so well.

“Are you mad because im not sitting on your lap baekhyun?” aya looked at me with a teasing pout.

“Dont flatter yourself little girl.”

“You have one more damn time to call me little girl.”

“Litt-”

“We’re here.” suho said from the front seat as we pull into the dark woods that lead to the backyard of jiyongs estate.

I watched aya take a deep breathe. I wonder if she’ll be able to do this, she could love him too much to make any moves. That could be a problem.

According to plan rosé and aya jump out first as the rest of us stay in the car.

“Stay safe girls.” she said to the rest of the blackpink girls in the car, while giving me the stank eye as she got out.

And with that, she was gone.

We walked right in, not trying to hide ourselves.

The dragons men looked surprised at our arrival but they didnt shoot or anything, they dont want these problems.

Once we got to the door of the dragons office, the two guards standing there had an unsettled look, as if they have just seen a ghost. Ahh i get it, these fucktards thought we were dead.

I rolled my eyes while flicking them off and walked right in to the office like an asshole.

“Hi oppa.”

Jiyongs elbows were propped up on his desk with his head in his hands before he lifted it up to look at us.

“I cant say i was expecting you, but im not surprised either.” he stated as he got up from his luxury chair.

“Two faced pig.” rosé spat out in disgust.

“i missed you too rosé.”

“So thats it? after everything?” i asked sincerely curious because his answer determines my next move.

“What do you think this is aya? We only fucked. I never loved you, and surprise surprise, i never will. Its called pretending baby.”

“And now you want me dead.” i spoke sternly to the dragon in the room.

A sinister smirk crept on his face before he spoke “Oh you have no idea darling.”

“DIGGIE.” fuck.

Out of nowhere comes flying jiyongs death-dealing body guard diggie, heading straight for rosé, but before i could intervene she pushed me in the direction of kwon jiyong, who was about to break the window of his own office and escape.

I ran towards him and jumped over his sturdy mahogany desk. He pulled out a gun from his side and pointed it at me before i robbed him of his balance with my foot. He shot a small hole into the roof of the room in reaction to my sudden move and i got on top of him knocking the gun out of his hand. He started panicking obviously not ready for this, close range, hand to hand combat he was about to experience. Just then gunshots and screams were heard from outside the dragons office.

They’re inside.

We finally entered the mansion of our enemy, i was shooting in every direction with my uzi, trying to reach the stairs. Finding aya and the dragon are my top priorities at the moment. Chanyeol, lay, and sehun followed behind, as i made my way up the stairs, and anyone in our path was a dead man walking.

i was sprinting towards the door of the dragons office before a heavy man in all black came flying through it, i could hardly see his face because of all the blood, as he laid on floor in front of the door surrounded by broken wood.

“Damn.” sehun voiced from behind me. I continued walking toward the threshold of the chaotic office and saw aya on top of jiyong with dark cold eyes. intrigued by the sight i stopped moving and just watched her.

The dragon was bloody and almost unconscious as she pulled his neck up.

“Open up.” she said to him in a voice stripped of mercy and its old lively nature. The enemy obeyed her, and i watched her try to fit her gold glock 26 in his mouth. Her mouth twisted into a frown before she harshly hit him in the face with her gun once “Open wider you little bitch!” her eyes became more like ice cubes with every movement as she started to lose herself to a side she doesnt know she has, as she mercilessly beat him more.

“AYA STOP.” rosé tried to intervene while pulling on one of the girls arms, but she was pushed away and stumbled onto the floor with wide eyes in reaction.

“AYA.” i called out to her this time with a harsh tone, and she whipped her head toward me with the eyes of a bloodthirsty animal hell-bent on ripping the man underneath her apart. The boys behind me snapped out of their dazed states and ran in to the room about to grab her off of him while they had the chance, she let them pick her up while her eyes stayed on me.

“What happened here?” suho asked from behind me referring to the half gone jiyong on the floor. Chanyeol pointed towards aya and she slapped his hand out of her face. “Whatever, as long as hes not dead, grab him and put em in the trunk.” suho said to chanyeol, lay, and sehun. I decided to make my way towards aya who was crouched down on the floor by the wall, but rosé got to her first and i decided to leave them be.

i took a deep breath in after thinking about how aya was acting just moments ago. Shes so untamed and unpredictable and honestly its starting to grow on me. hell must be freezing right now huh? gotta remember to ask soo.

Me and my girls took one of jiyongs cars so we can get away from exo for a bit, even though we are currently following them to one of their other mansions, a talk between us alone needed to be had.

“Im sorry for losing my shit back there girls.” i blurted out eagerly hoping to break the silence.

“We’re sorry we weren’t there to stop you.” lisa replied just as eagerly.

“Yeah, but you’re a real pain to restrain when you’re in that kind of state, you know.” jennie spoke honestly as always.

Jisoo had her eyes on the road as she listened to the conversation silently. I was in the passenger seat feeling like an idiot as i looked back at rosé who was looking out of the window of the black bugatti veyron. she hates when i get like that more than anyone in this car, i wonder if she’s mad or just dissappointed, hopefully the latter, i damn sure dont want her to be mad at me.

Silence showed its face again and i watched the car take a left into a driveway of an aesthetically pleasing mansion that belonged to exo men.

Our lights were still on as the guys in the car parked in front of us got out one by one. The one i now know as jongdae was the first to the trunk, just like the time i was captured by them....assholes. He pulled kwon jiyong the dragon out and asked for help carrying him. Tonight is going to be the last time i see jiyong oppa alive, well half alive....no regrets.

“You okay?” jisoo asked in concern for me since i was watching jiyong basically get carried away by death in the form of 9 men. The rest of the girls in the car were also looking at me with concern before i spoke up hoping to ease their minds alittle “hell yeah im good, guys he was a piece of shit okay, i was probably gonna kill him myself one of these days anyways.” i gave a playful wink and a charming smile. Why should i be sad about it when i almost beat him to death with my lucky glock 26, i sure as hell wasnt bothered by it then and im not going to be now.

After the girls started to ease up alittle, baekhyun and chanyeol came out of their mansion looking like the calm after the storm and approached our car. Chanyeol knocked on the window of my side as a signal to roll it down and baekhyun stood behind him with his hands in his pockets. His hair is all ruffled and he was looking like a teenage girls dream in that stance.....damn.......i kinda wanna-

“yo why are yall still in the car?” chanyeol interrupted my thoughts as he leaned down and looked at us with his eyebrow cocked. “Does it matter boi?” i asked giving attitude because thats what im best at, sorry, one.....thats one of the things im best at. “Just get out the car and follow us little girl, damn.” baekhyun said with a lick of his lip. “fine.” i voiced before putting my hand on chanyeols shoulder as a signal to back up, he stood there with a smirk on his face in response to the touch, so i opened the car door forcefully not caring if he is in the way or isnt at this point. The rest of the girls got out at the same time and the two exo members had us follow them to the mansion.

“Holy shit!” lisa yelled while looking around inside the mansion. she is so right this place is too nice. “yah aya, why dont we get something like this huh?” lisa spoke excitedly again. “Because we’re not 9 boys trying to compensate for.... things.” i replied to her question while giving the two men that showed us in a stank look because of the smug expressions they had on.

“yeah yeah whatever, what do you guys spend all your money on? purses?” chanyeol asked with a teasing tone.

“Dont be sexist chanyeol, no one calls them purses anymore.” jennie said as she looked at an expensive vase they had on display in the middle of the room we were in.

“Looks like you all are enjoying yourselves.” suho was coming down the stairs as the rest of the boys followed.

I looked at him up and down about to ask the question thats been burning the back of my head. “yo suho?”

He looked at me and cocked his eyebrow as he reached the end of the stairs. “jiyong.....are you done with him?” rosé asked before i could, probably trying to save me the feelings that come with asking if hes alive. Even though its unnecessary, im fine.

Bluntly suho spoke “yes im done with him, and yes he is dead.” Baekhyun looked at me quickly probably wanting to see if i was going to break down, thats how everyone was looking at me actually. this is pissing me off.

“The fuck are you guys looking at me like that for, i dont give a shit.” i said with a bored look dominating my features, “can we talk money now so me and my girls can go?” i voiced, looking at suho for an answer.

“Of course but i was thinking we should celebrate alittle. I think after today we all deserve some fun.” suho said his voice sounding something close to a proud dad.

“What kind of fun are you talking about?” jisoo asked. We were in the huge living room of the mansion and the boys took seats all around us as me and the girls continued standing looking curious.

“Nothing too crazy, if thats even possible for us, we promise, come on stay and celebrate with us.” suho replied as his eyes stayed on jisoo. AHA he sooooo wants her. i looked between jisoo and suho with a smirk. Well whats the harm in staying, jisoo never gets any, maybe i can get her laid. But do i really want to “party” with the exo gang? i look at all the boys in the room then lock eyes with baekhyun who is on the couch with his legs in a man spread. He looked at me intently waiting for me to say something, my girls were also looking at me in the same way.

I turned to jisoo “ you wanna stay chichu?” i said as i swung an arm over her shoulders, “yeah i wanna celebrate and im starving.”

“Lets turn up then.” i said with a wide smile while bringing my face closer to hers and giggling.

Everyone stood up yelling their approval of my answer. Acting like rowdy teenagers we got the party started. In that moment we forgot about everything that happened before it.

Glad you came back?

AUTHORS NOTE : ayyyy yuh girl finished iiiit it took me so long because i was getting too excited and started doing the most and ugh just long story short sorry for the wait hehheh. anyways if you liked it let me knoww if you wanna stay silent im cool with that too hehe. kisses <3 ~ laila.

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rogue-snorunt · 6 years

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Can I still be nosy? 7, 8, 16, 18, 19, 31, 43, 44

i’m shook because someone actually wanting to get to know my doofy ass ; u ;7. Do you have tattos?Yep! got 3 tho tech one is a two-parter: +The Great Chain from Bioshock with “A man chooses, a slave obeys” quote on left wrist.+ Assassins Creed feathered insignia from the second game on right wrist.+ White ink skeletal angler fish on right side of left calf with its angler wrapping around to left side turning into a branch in which a cute ass fluffy owl sits as its lure.8. Want tattoos?Yep, and I want to get more : Gene’s star tattoo from Outlaw Star; Cardinal and some Daisies ( nana and great nana’s spirit bird and favorite flower) and a crow (my favorite birb) done in a mixed style of abstract and geometric shapes. The Marker from Dead Space with possible “Altmen be Praised” But both a phobia of needles (ironic i know but the tattoos i have already I did as a sort of self forced exposure therapy) and money currently prevent them,16. I’ll love you if…You treat me like a decent human should treat others; give me food, are patient, I am able to relate to you due to similar likes and interests. 18, Most traumatic experience:strap in- this is gonna be long and I apologize:

three years old- dad chasing and holding me down and forcing piercing my ears with a needle and an ice cube.six years old - the cat I’ve had an lived since birth and was my only friend: scratching me in the face , it was my fault as I pulled his tail like dumbass kids tend to do, resulting in the cat running outside and getting ran over by my day. i lost my best friend and my right eye that day.16 years old - accidentally getting left behind at a gas station in new jersey because I had to pee and left my phone in the car.

17 years old - Let my fathers dog - Milkshake out before taking a quick shower only to get a knock on the door a few minutes later by a random dude who informed me he had hit Milkshake. there was nothing anyone could do and no place was open so on christmas day I laid in the snowy road with Milkshake while she choked on blood for a couple of minutes and than died. 19 years old - 3 months into driving, a deer running out infront of me and I swerved to miss it resulting me to go off the road on a steep guard rail-less hill. my car got air and I popped all four tires; the frame got shifted 4 inches to the right, bent the control arm, it flipped on its side and my 50 pound toolbox getting thrown my backseat, missing my head by a few inches and smashing into my windshield. my car landed a few feet from a metal pole in a ditch. the only reason I was able to get out was because I happened to have the sun roof open that day and managed to fit through it. Instead of going to the hospital after, like the intelligent person I am, I just went home and slept for 3 days.22 years old - getting rammed from behind doing 75 on the highway by a white truck while trying to pass a semi-truck while driving home for the weekend from college. fishtailing then doing a couple 360′s managing to not hit the semi truck besides me or the truck behind me and stopping inches from hitting the guardrail, facing the opposite direction. again, did not go to hospital; went to my friends restaurant where I worked at the time and just went to sleep on the dining room floor.22 years old - crossing the crosswalk on my way to my friends restaurant and assuming the suv coming down the hill would abide by the laws of this land but instead getting double-tapped by an old lady. No hospital - went to restaurant and went to sleep in the hallway to the house above the restaurant.23 years old - the head gasket in my 88′ Ford Bronco exploding while driving back to college on a dark and very stormy night. I had to stand in a downpour next to a giant fireball for 2 hours waiting for the cops to come.25 years old - moved to Wisconsin for a bit and while riding the bus to work, a man apparently disapproved of how I was sitting and punched me.Few months later a finch flew into our apartment building and I tried my best but it died in my hands.26 to 27 years old - Moved back to new york; where my step mom died and her appearance at the wake still fucks me up.Than I began working at a bakery and worked with an unstable man who would black out; scream, throw and break equipment and threatened to hurt/ kill me and lock everyone inside the bakery and burn it.and finally 27 years old: on january 31st - my friend was driving me home before a bad snowstorm hit and we hit black ice and slammed into a tree. the airbag broke my hand; face and glasses and fucked up my ribs, left lung and have a damaged nerve in my neck. The feeling of getting the air knocked out of you and not being to breath and the agony of trying to was the worst pain i’ve ever experienced in my life and I was in and out of the hospital for 5 years with pancreatitis, kidney stones and infection, ulcers and organ shut downs all at the same time. last: having to put my dog with prostate cancer down after he wasn’t getting better. he died in my lap and it still haunts me.19: a fact about your personality take away the silly manner of speaking and vocab; puns and dumb jokes, pop culture references and goofy mannerisms : I’m just a dumb emotional asshole. 31. Last text message“I can’t help that I’m a slut for grade a memes and maple candy, stop shaming me”43. Sexiest person who comes to mind:tbh, i havent had a thought like this but now that I am @life-is-no-sugarlicking ‘s roy ; gage , dean winchester and ryan goslin come to mind.44. random fact:alot of food advertised as gluten free is naturally so already. Companies like advertising that and repackaging it to sell at a higher price just because they slapped “GLUTEN FREE!” on something they been selling already for years. and its a trap alot of people newly diagnosed with celiac’s are victim too. Rice; Veggies, Meats, Potatoes, Corn starch, Corn Tortillas, Cheerios, Rice Chex, Fruits, marshmallows, chocolate and gummi worms/bears/etc, also oatmeals are naturally gluten free so you don’t need to buy that special overpriced junk.if it requires a rue (thickener like in gravies and chowder) / is a soup/ requires a binder such as meatballs and meat loaf/ needs to be baked or fried / beer or other alcohol like that = 99% chance its gluten, don’t eat it! vodka; rum; tequila, i believe gin and apple ale are all gluten free.you can use corn starch in lieu of flour for making gravies and soups Advice? Read the labels for everything. Personally, as long as it doesnt actually contain wheat/wheat by products or gluten, I can have things with “MAY contain..” but everyone is different and more sensitive than others. just be careful and read everything. (soy sauce and corn pops are fucking traps because soy sauce is alot of the times made with soy AND WHEAT so check!!! and corn pops are shitheads because you think “oh! CORNpops! I must be able to have it! cause its CORN pops! FRIGGIN CORN-POPS! CORN!!” NO YOU CANT BECAUSE THOSE SNEAKY MUTHAFECKERS USE WHEAT AS LIKE THE 2ND INGREDIENT AND I AM REALLY SALTY ABOUT IT)

#ask a rogue a question #car accident mention #traumatic mentions

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tumblunni · 7 years

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aaaa im getting stupidly inspired to work again on my old Dating Sim Ghost Tragedy Game since I had that dumb idea today about a new Dating Sim Ghost Tragedy Game I’ve had like five separate ideas for different tragic undead datey games :P Lets talk about this particular one!! I’m pretty tired so I cant really write it a big post like i did with today’s new idea, but I’ll try my best ^_^

The idea is that it’d be sort of a traditional medieval fantasy setting but its more like a slice of life tale of the regular citizens in these sorts of worlds, rather than a big destined hero thing. Sorta like the appeal of the Atelier series? I’m thinking the protagonist could maybe be a blacksmith or a gardener or some other down-to-earth job? I just feel like he’s a hardworking chill sort of dude, sometimes kinda comes off as emotionless to others, kinda depressed but devoting himself to his work helps him smile again. He’s really passionate about whatever he does! And i think deciding his job would be a big step towards developing this idea, because having it as a minigame would help add structure to the plot and some relief from the sadness. I dont wanna make it too similar to Atelier though... So yeah, the protagonist is this cute mid-twenties relateable fella who’s just trying to do his job. I think I wanna give his outfit dungarees or something? I feel like he’d always look a bit work-uniform-style even when he’s off duty, he’s kinda too lazy to change clothes. A perpetually bored and disinterested guy. Or, at least that’s the impression he gives off to people who don’t know him, he only brightens up around the few friends he has. AND HE PUTS 100% INTO THAT SMILE, GODDAMMIT

And then his childhood friend is someone who actually was sort of a ‘standard rpg hero’, but a really sad subversion of it. At the moment he’s currently the main love interest, and he’s still sorta the catalyst for the plot and the mysteries and all, even if you don’t pick him. or I dunno, maybe I’ll just make it only one love interest but many multiple endings, but I think this character would be happy if his love interest was happy with somebody else in the endings where they dont get together. He’d be crying but happy. Anyway, my mental image for him now is this really weary chronically shy cinnamon roll who’s like a big ol tall beanpole knight with long rapunzel hair that he hides behind. Maybe white hair cos that’d fit thematically with his plot, but is that too sephirothy? When they were children, knight-guy used to be this bright and uplifting figure who always protected protagonist and had such great dreams of being a hero who could save everyone! And he went off to join the army at a young age, and then he just... shattered. He came back disgraced as a deserter, the decade of loyal service ignored by all his former neighbours just because he’d quit in the end. He had a complete breakdown and just couldnt take the violence anymore, now he’s barely 23 years old and already retired. And completely alone. No family, just trying in vain to take care of his fragile self as he locks himself away in his house and everybody gossips about him. And the thematic thing is that his biggest fear is spiders. The moment he snapped was when he was left injured on the battlefield unable to move for hours, trapped under a pile of bodies of his fellow soldiers, trying to play dead to survive. He just remembers seeing a spider crawling across the face of the man next to him, the man in pieces... So everyone horrid in the village likes to mock him by scaring him with spiders, and I havent decided on his name yet but he probably has a spider-based nickname. He’s unlucky enough to even look spidery :P

Ooooooohhhhhh and for extra irony, the village is next to a magic forest populated by demon spiders. WHOOPS, FATE HATES YOU! They’re kinda like both the gods and demons of this village, they’re seen as morally bankrupt dangerous trickster spirits that’ll do whatever they want regardless of good and evil. Everybody talks about how horrible they are and warns that anyone who does [insert sin according to our religion] will be cursed by them, but they also make offerings to them and consider them entirely responsible for the success of the harvest, etc. Its like if you knew your gods were unpredictable dicks but you still tried to placate them with gifts! (like most old european pantheons I guess) And even though this setting is indeed a magical one, the existance of the spider spirits is kind of an unknown mystery similar to real life gods. People very rarely see them in times of need, and nobody can ever prove it really happened. The forest is indeed the ‘forest of spiders’ but the only proven fact is that it has a lot of (as far as we know) completely ordinary spiders in it. Nobody knows why so many spiders cluster in this one area, so making up a legend about gods seems like a possible thing that could happen. or maybe this one area really is the centre of the world where the One True Spiders weave the webs that tell the future, and these are their mortal followers praying in worship much like the humans do... Anyway, its just a cool aesthetic thing of a cobweb-encrusted forest where entire trees get coccooned annually as the seasons come and go~ And a cool civilization that has a lot of trade in silk and weaving! Kinda based on the old ps1 game Jade Cocoon, though that revolved around magical spirit silkworms instead.

At the time the story starts, best friend knight guy has been back home for a fair few years now. Him and protagonist met again, and protagonist is goddamn determined to take care of his ill friend and somehow manage to convince the town to take him back! Its basically two depressed people holding on to each other as their lifeline, and helping each other compensate for the things they’ve each been robbed of. Protagonist struggles with expressing emotion and being a complete pushover who can never tell anyone what he really wants, so its helping him a lot that for once he’s determined and won’t just mindlessly obey his parents. You cant tell me to cast aside my best friend! Plus best friend just generally thinks the goddamn world of him and helps him be happy! And best friend suffers from seeing himself as worthless and being anxious about disaster at every turn, feeling that nobody loves him and nobody SHOULD love him. And not being capable of taking care of his more mundane day-to-day needs because he doesnt believe he deserves to like.. eat, sleep, leave the house, etc. Poor guy... I’m so glad I invented a protagonist character that can be there for him! And seriously they both just renew each other’s self worth and I’m getting so emotional about this pairing before I’ve even developed it... GAHHHH

SO YEAH LETS GET DOWN TO THE ACTUAL PLOT It was kinda necessary to establish the history leading up to it, because that’s why it’s so tragic :(

Last year, the protagonist’s best friend vanished overnight and never came back. Everyone says he just ran away again like a coward, nobody even looked for him except you. They say he was last seen walking into the forest, and nobody will listen when you say that’s IMPOSSIBLE! His biggest fear was the spiders! The protagonist frantically tried to find him.. tried to find his body... tried to at least investigate this murder mystery and find some closure... tried to at least convince people that it WAS a murder mystery.... With the loss of the person he cared about most, the protagonist has slunk back into his own shell again, and starts to give up hope on life. Facing the same pariah treatment they gave his spider-fearing friend, he eventually learns to stop asking questions, to stop searching, to just do whatever his parents said. And his parents said he has to have an arranged marriage, to restore their reputation, after his STUPID STUNT of causing so much FUSS over the death of some stupid deserter... Each day blends into the next, as life becomes once again just going through the motions of being a ‘proper man’. Then... One day... He comes back. The spider-haired best friend comes walking though your door like nothing had happened! But.. he isn’t quite right. Your joy starts fading to a growing dread. He doesn’t remember what happened? He walks straight past the people heckling him? He seems more peaceful than he’s ever been, he’s fearless again and he keeps answering your questions with exactly what you’re desperate to hear. Sometimes you swear you see him talking to spiders whenever you turn your back... So you have to adjust to having him back, and try and figure out the mystery of his dissappearance while worrying whether you can trust him or not. You even entertain irrational thoughts that the legends are true, and maybe you’ve invited a forest spirit into your home because it mimicked the voice of the man you loved. And... what will you do about that love? For the first time ever he’s recipricating your feelings, he knows all those words that went unspoken, as if he could hear you every night as you wished you’d confessed while you had the chance. Is this really him holding you close, or is it a cruel trick to offer you everything you wanted, so the forest can claim you just like it claimed him?

So yeah, gameplay would be like exploring around each day searching for clues, doing a certain job-based minigame, and having chances to either go down the dating sim path or mistrust this man that may or may not be the one you knew. Even options perhaps to develop a romance with other characters instead? But will there be consequences for instilling jealousy in something otherworldly...? I think maybe if you just jump right into romancing possibly-friend-possibly-doppelganger, then you get a bit of a bad ending. Agreeing with him 100% and never solving the mystery is bad, regardless of whether he’s actually trustworthy or not. Either way it ends tragically, but there might be possibly a way to get a true romance ending with him if you actually do keep on top of resolving the main plot as well as just smooching. I... won’t say whether his romance is good or bad though :P And there’d be one not-romance route, where its kinda like you have to work hard to avoid romance! The protagonist’s arranged marriage is a big problem, he’d resigned himself to that fate but now he’s starting to hope he can confess to the one he really loves instead. But he’s gotta go against the whole damn world trying to force him into this ‘destiny’... Oh and I wanna make the most of the spider aesthetic! I was thinking that ‘fate threads’ could be a big gameplay element, with the possibility of getting these out-of-context flashforwards and clues that can help you avoid a bad ending. (Like in Until Dawn!) And romance meters would be a silk thread connecting the two of you, because pretty interface elements are awesome :)

POINTLESS RANDOM DEVELOPMENT TRIVIA This is actually a super old idea that’s remained undeveloped for many years! Back when i was a lil teen I originally imagined sort of a similar thing but with mermaids/water spirits instead of spider ones. And a lake instead of a forest, naturally. Also it kept flip-flopping on the genders of the characters. Ultimately i decided delicate spider aesthetic would fit better with a m/m couple and terrifying swamp creatures of fierceness would be better as sapphic. And the het idea died quickly cos it was based on dumb gender roles that the shy one has to be the girl, blablabla :P Oh and for some reason the whole spider idea came from reading one particular case in the manga adaptation of Ace Attourney. Weird, huh?

#spider smoochies game #aka cinnamon roll is lightly toasted by life #poor guy had a complete shitstorm of an adolescence #it would suck if he died to spider magic after all that #or died to something else #or maybe he's fine and you're just imagining it all~?

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