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Book spree

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Married!reader x Rafe Cameron

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Reader went a little overboard shopping for books.

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The bell above the door chimed as you stepped into the little bookstore, the kind with crooked wooden shelves and the faint smell of ink and dust. You’d only meant to pass by, but the huge sign taped to the window stopped you dead in your tracks:

“STORE CLOSING! ALL BOOKS $5.”

Your eyes went wide. Five dollars. For every single book.

The next thing you knew, you were inside, arms already full of mismatched hardcovers and paperbacks. A historical romance here, a thriller there, three different copies of a poetry anthology you swore you’d read someday. The deeper you wandered into the store, the more dangerous it got. Piles of novels teetered on your forearms, and you hadn’t even made it to the fantasy section yet.

By the time you dropped into a worn-out armchair to catch your breath, you realized with horror just how many books you’d stacked into your tote bag and balanced on your hip. Easily more than thirty. Maybe forty.

Biting your lip, you pulled out your phone and called the one person who could either talk you down… or completely enable you.

“Hello?” Rafe’s voice was warm, distracted, the faint sounds of papers shuffling in the background. He was still at the office, probably pretending to work while twirling a pen around his fingers.

“Hey,” you said, already sheepish. “Sooo… funny story. I found this bookstore that’s going out of business, and, um, all the books are five dollars.”

Rafe chuckled. “Uh oh. I already know where this is going.”

“Okay, but listen—” You balanced your mountain of novels precariously on the armrest. “I didn’t mean to, but I might’ve picked up more than I thought. Like… a lot more. So I was wondering if, you know, maybe I should have a spending limit?”

There was silence for a beat. Then the low rumble of his laugh again. “A spending limit? Baby, what?”

“I mean, it’s kind of a lot—”

“Buy the whole store,” Rafe said instantly, his tone completely serious. “I don’t care.”

Your mouth fell open. “Rafe—”

“No, really. Spend whatever you want. If you feel like it, pay for everyone else in there too. Clear the shelves. Put it on my card. Hell, I’ll come haul the boxes out myself when I get off work.”

You pressed your hand over your mouth, trying not to giggle too loudly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re adorable,” he countered smoothly. “I love when you get excited about your nerd stuff. So go crazy, sweetheart. No limit. Got it?”

Warmth rushed to your chest. He meant it, too—you could hear it in his voice. To Rafe, money was money, but your happiness? That was priceless.

“Fine,” you teased, grinning. “But if I come home with like, an actual library’s worth of books, you’re building me shelves.”

“Done. I’ll build you ten.” His voice softened, a smile clear in the way he said it. “Just promise me you’ll save the first book you read tonight to tell me about when I get home. I like hearing your little summaries.”

Your throat tightened with affection. “Okay. Deal.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, before sighing. “Now go make the cashier’s day and buy out that store.”

When you finally hung up, you looked down at the mountain of books around you, grinned, and thought, God, I love being married to him.

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𝐀/𝐍: a little something for my lack of posting. 😪

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How I look after reading angst as if it was me personally in that situation

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Every March or so I get sort of depressed and down (...), but then some time around June, I start saying “I should get a MRI, something should be checked”. My doctors, you know, they’re very, very kind and they said “Anne, your brain is really fine, but if you want a picture of your brain, we’ll take a picture of your brain”. So when I got these pictures of my brain, I thought, you know, why waste these? Why don’t we do a t-shirt? (...) Two years in a row I've done this with my brain, now, the 1997 version isn't out yet - Anne Rice

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After My Death 죄 많은 소녀 (2017) — dir. Kim Eui Seok     

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all i have is music

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Ned Stark by EtceteraArt

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— rafe cameron and the evil cat !!

rafe cameron x reader word count: 800 note: i think this is really cute!!

you swear your cat used to be normal before rafe came around. sure, he had spurts of attitude and sometimes tipped his bowl on purpose to be fresh, but he was never like this. and rafe—god help him—used to be confident and loud when he waltzed into your house. but now he’s just…nervous. on edge. sitting ramrod straight on the edge of the couch like a man being held hostage, eyes flicking to the armrest every few seconds like something might jump out at him.

and something does. “ow—fuck,” he hisses under his breath. “he scratched me again.”

you don’t even look up from your book. “maybe don’t poke him, then.”

“i didn’t poke him,” rafe grits out, holding up his hand like he expects sympathy. there’s a tiny red welt just under his thumb. “he’s possessed, babe. he’s got murder in his eyes. like—like a little demon in a fur coat.” on cue, your cat (mr. darcy, aptly named for his judgy energy and hatred of men) hops off the armrest, stretches like he pays rent here, and slinks across the room. but not before glaring at rafe. rafe watches him go with the same haunted expression of someone who just survived a prison riot. “i don’t understand,” he mutters. “i’ve literally never done anything to him.”

you shut your book. “you tackled jj into my couch the first night you met him.”

“jj deserved that-”

“and then you sat in darcy’s chair.”

“there’s a chair??” you nod solemnly. he groans, slowly slinking into the spot next to you now that his enemy is gone.

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week two.

you leave for ten minutes to grab your phone charger. you come back to find rafe sitting frozen on the couch with darcy perched two inches from his thigh, claws just peeking out of his tiny white paws. one arm raised, mid-swat. “do not leave me alone with him again,” rafe says, eyes wide. “he’s like psychic. he waits until you’re out of the room and then attacks. i’m living in fear.”

“you’re a 6’2 grown man,” you deadpan. “and he’s a chunky little cat.”

“he’s got claws. i’ve seen him kill a lizard with no remorse.” rafe throws up his hands. the action startles darcy. so naturally, he swats rafe again. this time, blood draws from the small scratch. “little fucker!”

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week three.

there are treats on the counter. they are those fancy ones. way too expensive and probably imported from the netherlands. you don’t ask. you just glance at rafe, who’s sprawled across your floor on his stomach like he’s in a hostage negotiation with a furry dictator. “he won’t come near me,” he says grimly. “i’ve tried everything. i gave him that soft spot on the couch. i left him the last bite of my chicken sandwich. i googled cat psychology.”

you gape at him, hunching forward with a chuckle. “you googled cat psychology?”

“you don’t get it. i’ve dated girls with strict dads, okay? with clingy exes, even a stalker once. but this? this is the hardest i’ve ever worked for someone’s approval.”

“keep bringing up other girls and i’m sending mr. darcy after you.” you glare daggers into him. rafe murmurs out an apology, eyes still glued to your precious cat. darcy sniffs the treat suspiciously. rafe holds his breath. then, miraculously, the cat plops down next to him and purrs. rafe goes still. eyes wide. you stifle a laugh behind your hand. “he’s literally using you for snacks.”

“he can have my soul if he wants. just let me live in peace.”

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week five.

they’re best friends now. you catch rafe napping with darcy on his chest. hear him muttering baby talk in the kitchen while he fills the food bowl. once you even walk in on him holding darcy up like simba from the lion king, whispering “you’re the king of the house. yes you are.”

it’s sick. and the worst part? darcy knows. every time you lean in to kiss rafe, darcy watches with narrowed eyes. slow blinking. judgy little tail flicks. you pull away one morning, and the cat meows. it’s a loud and disapproving sound. you squint at him. “do you mind?”

“he’s just protective,” rafe says smugly, scratching behind darcy’s ears like they’ve been through the trenches together. “he loves me.”

you scoff. “he tried to murder you a month ago.”

“well, he changed.” rafe smirks. “people do that when you treat them right.”

you blink. “is that a dig?”

“you tell me.” he leans in, grinning. darcy meows again. “guess we’re both whipped.”

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Nothing like holding my love

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“(Jon) he was old friends with the Ice Dragon, the Shadowcat, the Moonmaid, and the Sword of the Morning.”

“(Rhaegar) but his oldest friend was Arthur Dayne."

"The Sword of the Morning!"”

Rhaegar and jon

Commission down by 失眠岛

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10 Female Written Short Stories Everyone Should Read

I have seen a post circulating for a while that lists 10 short stories everyone should read and, while these are great works, most of them are older and written by white men. I wanted to make a modern list that features fresh, fantastic and under represented voices. Enjoy!

1. A Temporary Matter by Jhumpa Lahiri — A couple in a failing marriage share secrets during a blackout. 

2. Stone Animals by Kelly Link — A family moves into a haunted house.

3. Reeling for the Empire by Karen Russell — Women are sold by their families to a silk factory, where they are slowly transformed into human silkworms. 

4. Call My Name by Aimee Bender — A woman wearing a ball gown secretly auditions men on the subway. 

5. The Man on the Stairs by Miranda July — A woman wakes up to a noise on the stairs. 

6. Brownies by ZZ Packer — Rival Girl Scout troops are separated by race. 

7. City of My Dreams by Zsuzi Gartner — A woman works at a shop selling food-inspired soap and tries not to think about her past. 

8. A Good Man is Hard to Find by Flannery O’Connor — A family drives from Georgia to Florida, even though a serial killer is on the loose. 

9. Hitting Budapest by NoViolet Bulawayo — A group of children, led by a girl named Darling, travel to a rich neighborhood to steal guavas. 

10. You’re Ugly, Too by Lorrie Moore — A history professor flies to Manhattan to spend Halloween weekend with her younger sister.

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You’ve Got Mail (1998)

Dir. Nora Ephron

Language: English

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Cinematically Yours- Rafe SMAU: Masterlist

Summary: Cinashare is the new app that has taken your world by storm. An app to share the media you are consuming with your friends, but you have taken it up as a lifeline. You spend every waking second on there hanging out with your friends, competing in trivia, but most importantly, you are harassing Rafe Cameron. You made everyone you come in contact with download it, but he has never been able to tell you no anyways. Even if that means paying for his lack of judgment with his own sanity.

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Cinashare Intro

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

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