loser

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You slip into the bed, freshly bathed with your favourite pyjamas on and your hair done ready for bed. You grab your phone and start doomscrolling.

Alfie soon joins you and lays down on the bed, groaning dramatically. You smile and run your fingers through his hair, he hums and moves so you can reach more of his head, leaning into you like a dog would.

“Alf…?” You ask gently.

“Mhm?”

“Do you think you could go and get my water bottle, please? I think I left it in the kitchen…” you ask him sweetly, rubbing your fingers down the back of his neck to his shoulder, as if to sweeten him up.

“Yeah” Alfie stands up without hesitation, heading to the kitchen to grab your bottle. He’s always eager to please you.

When he gets back, the bottle is filled with fresh, cold water. You smile and take it from him.

“Good boy…” You smile, nodding a little as if you’re approving of the water, Alfie’s breath hitches as he hears your words.

“Yeah?” He smirks, crawling over to you. His eyes are glistening as he settles himself on top of you, hovering over you with a hand each side of you.

He dips his head down and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he places his lips against it sloppily. You giggle and bury your fingers back in his curls.

That is, we track number of sessions/devices using it over time.

A library is like a park, you're allowed to just. Exist in it.

I check out books every 4 weeks, when the learning period from my current books is up, but I go much more frequently with my kid to just sit there and read to them, and that's okay. In my school days, we'd go and do our research for presentations there, just reading, never checking out.

The first few weeks of having the new furniture were absolutely filled with excited librarians whispering to each other, "Look! Someone's using the desklet in the back corner!" and "casually" walking by to enjoy the sight like wildlife researchers who had successfully baited a particularly elusive rare bird. Nobody cared if those people checked anything out or not. There was a need! We saw the need! We filled the need! Hooray!

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🕺, this is so real. ugh, imagine writing your name in lipstick over his chest…. and he’s all swoon and in awe by it 😵‍💫😵‍💫

BUT YES. he would have a dumb little grin on his face… imagine it being after a shoot and through kisses he’s like “was i good?” or “did you think the shoot was good?” as he dumbly smiling whilst you respond with yes’s and more kisses, absolutely smothering him in lipstick (like tbh he intended to happen).

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