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sukunas-wife · 3 months

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I'm in desperate need of sukuna just catering to his pregnant wife. Like he's being too careful, caring and overall really really cautious around her. I just need some sweet stuff between the two. Idk how it'll happen but it must, and I think you'll be the perfect person for it♡♡♡ i love your work sm istg i could just smoosh u into a big hug, reading your posts just makes me all giddy and melt. thank you in advance!!!

Stop Ilysm 🥺🤍 imma do my best 🥹

In no way was Ryomen Sukuna a domestic man, much less a man who would show mercy or an ounce of emotion. Yet here he stood, both sets of arms crossed over his chest hard stare following your waddle around the garden, his face was void of emotions but internal something was ignited. Subconsciously, his body led him to find you almost always when he would wander about aimlessly in thought. Here he was, standing on the engawa. His eyes ran over your body, the small swell in your tummy was a pain in his ass but there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to ensure your safety and his child’s. He was lucky you hadn’t noticed him or you’d probably demand something from him and there he would have to go to please you.

The cold rush of air on his skin didn't bother him, but he saw how you shivered, tucking your hands into the sleeves of your robes resting them on your swollen belly. You were persistent and stubborn it didn't surprise when the second rush of wind came and you side eyed the empty air as if threatening a being. You sighed continuing your walk in the garden, fingers grazing the flowers of the garden. The garden you had begged him to make because it had been your dream to have a lavish royal garden of your own. He remembers the first time he allowed you out of his sight, he found you sitting on a stone bench under the shade of a blooming sakura tree, you must’ve felt like one of those silly little princesses with how you slowly lifted your hand to catch falling blooms.

You felt the shift in the air but weren’t bothered to turn around and greet him, you were busy on your little adventure. You were looking for the perfect place, you kept walking until you came to a decent open space, in the centre was a ring of bushes. Staring at the space you started to space out thinking only pulled back to reality by your husband when he draped his Haori over your shoulders. He stood behind you, a pair of arms around you carefully tying it closed. His scent and warmth lingered over your skin when he stepped away, you looked back over your shoulder and up at him. He was looking past you at the bushes you were staring at, one of his left hands rested on your left shoulder. He brought a right hand up to his face, squeezing his cheek bones and running his hand down his face like he was thinking, “what have you decided?” You hummed, “A plum tree right there, as our child grows so will the tree, when he’s old enough to eat fruit it’ll start to bloom.” Sukuna didn’t understand the sentiment behind having your child grow up with his or her own tree. In the end one of them would die and they would have to part ways. “Uraume” “Yes Lord Sukuna.” It was an unspoken command. It was one of many he’d be giving for the next few months.

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“…su?” Your voice was lost in the dark before you tried to sit up whispering, “..sukuna.. kuna… suuuu.” You laid a hand on your husband's chest rubbing circles, he took a slow deep breath opening his eyes to look at you. “Yes y/n?” Your hand trailed to his lower shoulder trailing down his arm and taking his hand holding it in your lap between both of your smaller hands in comparison. “I..I’m hungry..” he was looking at you with soft lidded eyes. His lower set of eyes opened when he sat up the arm he had wrapped around you in his sleep and moved to rub your side, he did his best to whisper “What do you need?” He never asked what do you want like it was a bothersome request, but rather what do you need like it was something necessary for you to keep living. “I want the melon from that fruit stand in the village. The one they had at the top in a small crate…” his mouth opened slightly like he was going to say something. Because here’s the thing, he bought that melon when he saw your eyes linger on it a little too long. But at the moment Uraume wasn’t there and he didn’t wanna carry around a small crate while he had things to do so he told the Vendor he would be back for it, and if he tried to sell it or let anything happen to it, it would be his life for that melon. He closed his mouth, “I…” he moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, “I’ll be right back.” You sat there rubbing your belly when he left, it didn’t feel like long considering the King of Curses was inhumanely fast. What took him longer was rummaging through the fruit vendor's stand looking for that cursed crate and melon. Finally he found it tucked away with a note in beg red characters, “LORD SUKUNA DO NOT DAMAGE DO NOT SELL AT ANY EXPENSE THE EMPEROR'S PREGNANT WIFE CAN STARVE IF IT SPARES MY LIFE.” He laughed to himself, a smug smile on his face, “These fools do have brains, how refreshing.”

He made it home and had your ladies in waiting bring you to the table, there he cracked open the crate showing you the perfect honeydew melon that had a thin layer of condensation making it look like the night dew had blessed it. Your tummy growled and your eyes shined bright for everyone to see. It was funny to see the melon on a red cushion in the crate before Sukuna carefully pulled it out and placed it on a wooden slab asking how you wanted it. You told him to cut it into slices, you watched him turn down the knife a lady in waiting offered him only to use to dismantle. It was faster, cleaner and efficient, he chose the best piece shaking off the seeds and handing it to you. You bought into it and it was the best thing in the world, until you finished your third piece and decided you didn’t want it anymore you were full and it started to taste funny. Your ladies in waiting giggled and Sukuna sighed when they started to clean it up, they decided to save the rest for you if you started craving it for at least the next two days.

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It wasn't long after that night, you found yourself awake at another ungodly hour of the night. You felt queasy and quickly jumped out of bed, rushing to the large washroom Sukuna loved to bathe in. You grabbed one of the brand new chamber pots the ladies in waiting had bought at Sukuna’s command for when you'd get sick in the morning. You thought you were alone but there was your husband, one arm rubbing your back, the other stilling your chalky hands, the second pair braiding your hair back and out of the way. Following you immediately he snapped at one of the servants to bring water and something to settle your stomach if it was needed. For now he provided the best comfort he could. His warm hands on your cold back and shaky hands might not have stopped your nausea but it was comforting to know he was there with you even if he could’ve just rolled over and slept. You would’ve kissed him or at least his cheek if you didn’t feel so dirty and your tummy didn’t ache and feel empty in a weird way.

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Here stood the King of Curses, it was past midday. He was lucky your cravings were during daylight this time but what he didn't understand was why you wanted to top your dango with crumbled salted egg yolk and mochi with dried squid topping. It made him sick and he was more than willing to eat raw human flesh. He sat there making sure the waiter never let your cup empty or your plates void of food but he stopped when you tried to top fried squid with a chocolate and red bean paste.

“Enough y/n, you will make yourself nauseous before the morning nausea starts tomorrow.” His voice and look were stern and authoritative which caused you to pout, “…fine.”

Of course that didn’t stop you from packing your left over into a little wooden bento box to take home.

So when you were hungry after being carried over half of the trip home you decided to eat that sinful concoction you called a meal. Just to find your bento had been tampered with and only had red bean paste buns and chocolate mochi. Your puffed out cheeks match your belly perfectly when you went around looking for Sukuna. Only to barge in on him having a conversation with Kenjaku. “Where’s my squid!” Kenjaku was surprised someone had the gall to raise their voice and be so demanding with the king of curses, “Not now Y/n” Sukuna tried to give you a look to tell you now isn’t an appropriate time, that didn’t stop you from getting closer seeing Kanjaku’s look of surprise when he saw your stomach swollen and prominent. The King of Curses’s wife was indeed pregnant meaning it was entirely possible for a curse to impregnate a human… but could a human.. “I told YOU I wanted that squid!” Your teary eyes had Sukuna’s eye twitching his mind was Screaming ‘dammit woman out of all the times you could cry and make a scene and walk out like THAT it had to be in front of this deranged man-?” He cleared his throat “URAUME- Yes Lord Sukuna.”

Uraume was quick to fry up squid for you, fresh, hot and crispy. It was perfect. His jaw dropped when he saw how you squeezed a drop of red bean paste and chocolate mochi filling on the squid just to take a bite. He also didn’t hesitate in running at you with one of the brand new chamber pots when all of your lunch came back up with that cursed squid. Your husband walked in and sighed, he looked at you as you wiped your mouth, “What did I tell you.” You avoided eye contact, “To not..” he placed a hand on your back rubbing up and down your spine, Uraume was quick to bring water.

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Finally, here was Sukuna kneeling in front of you between your legs. You were close to birthing so this had become a very common position for you. Your robes were open and he was listening to your stomach. He could hear very clearly and distinct your heart beat from your child’s. That little heart beat was strong and present no doubt his child. You always ran your hand over his hair, your nails scratching his scalp and he’d humm before finally pulling back. Spreading oil over his hands. All those Japanese Camellia seeds he forced servants to gather and extract oil from because you’d become self conscious of your body and the marks in your skin where your skin was stretching. He’d kneel there between your legs, warm hands rubbing your belly, sides, breasts and thighs down with the oil that everyone had sworn would help you prevent and recover from stretch marks. As much as he’d like to have advanced on you in these situations, he would've been doing this for your last trimester daily. There was no doubt in his mind he would’ve induced early labour, so there he sat pent up but tending to your silly little self conscious needs. Honestly, how could you think yourself ugly when he thought you looked perfectly swollen with his child. If he chose you, why would you belittle yourself? He doesn’t choose and take things that don’t meet his ridiculously high standards. So he doesn’t understand why all of a sudden the change in your mindset. But he’s here with you muttering comforting words against your stomach and thighs if it help you truly understand how he feels about you.

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Could you do a Lance blurb where him and the reader give a puppy after Addalynn and Margot beg them after they were spending a day with Chloe and Scotty and their dog

Note: this is also partly inspired on how me and my family got one of our dogs a few years ago!

"Bauer!", the girls yelled as they ran into Chloe and Scotty's garden, following the dog as he ran around the grass with one of his toys. That's how it started as when you were making your way back home, Margot started angling for a dog, "it would be so cute, mummy! We could play with him and we'd always have company!", she reasoned.

"A dog is a lot of work, princess, it's not just the good parts of having another friend. They need showers, food at regular times, time in the garden to go potty, training", you explained as Lance nodded, "it's not something you get just because you want one - as isn't anything else in life", your husband offered.

The subject stayed there until one of the team members, James, told you about a litter his neighbour had and while they had buyers for all of the male puppies, no one wanted the female puppies and he didn't have space for all of them once they grew up. Because James had been looking for a good family dog since he and his partner had welcomed a baby into their family recently, he was showing the pictures of the black labrador asleep next to the crib, "my neighbour still has another two puppies - and he's giving them for free because he can't keep all of them. People made reservations for them, but the minute he told them they were female, the clients called it off", he explained. You and Lance shared a look before asking James for his neighbour's phone number, scheduling a visit to the puppies.

The brown labrador caught your eye first as she stood in the corner of the living room, "hey, sweet girl, come here", you cooed soflty, offering her your hand to sniff so she could get comfortable, sitting on the floor as you heard Colin, James' neighbour, talk and explain the situation to Lance, "I just want them to have a good family to take care of them and love them - and realistically, I can't do that", he added.

The brown puppy stomped to you, little legs walking up to your lap and curling up there, "Oh, Lance!", you cooed at the sight, knowing he didn't need to say much to convince you to bring her home with you.

"Girls!", you called as you walked into the house, "come to the garden quickly, please!", you said as you let the dog sniff her new home.

"What is it mu- oh, look Margot!", Addalynn said as she saw the puppy in the grass, "it the dog ours?", she asked hopeful.

"Yes", Lance encouraged them to approach you and the brown labrador, the girls cooing and squealing startling her before she sniffed them.

"Daddy, we're going to call her Juno!", Addalynn smiled as she petted the dog on her sister's lap

"Sounds lovely, sweet girl! I'm sure she loves it!", Lance smiled as he flashed her a thumbs up, "Even the dog in this house is a girl", he chuckled as he hugged you from your back, hands resting on your growing tummy, the round bump now obvious.

"What can I say, handsome, you were made to be a girl dad!", you kissed his cheek as he rested his chin on your shoulder as you watched your girls play with the new family member.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lance stroll blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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being kak and joots friend in college (all sharing a dorm/apartment) hcs

jotaro

☆ hates sharing a space for a decently long time. especially if it's a sharing a single room ordeal. if you have separate but small rooms it'll be more manageable for him

☆ majorly because he wants his own space and keeps to himself, he's pretty amazing at respecting that your room is your space and also he normally doesn't even want to go in there

☆ does enjoy sharing a dorm or apartment if you cook. cause like. he loves his mom's homemade meals. I don't think he's incompetent in the kitchen, but I don't think he knows how to make anything too fancy

☆ you as his roommate will definitely grow on him if you're not a bad roomie. he can tolerate certain bad traits, but if you never clean up or interfere with him trying to study or sleep he'd get pissed

☆ grows to appreciate all you do around the dorm/apartment and will entertain your hobbies, like if you garden he'll give you some plants. if you cook he'll get you some new equipment, etc. if you tease him about it he'll say it benefits him too so you don't think he loves you or anything (he does)

kakyoin

☆ doesn't mind sharing a space normally! as long as you're not incredibly messy or rude with his things he won't mind. does need his alone time, but that's something literally separate from you

☆ unlike joot he is so curious about your space. he respects your boundaries and won't just come in, but he's a bad knocker. like he'll knock twice but not say anything, and kinda just come in. if you tell him about it he'll announce himself or something but if you're friends he has this potentially bad habit

☆ i like to think he's a little bit disorganized, but not quite messy. the type of guy to leave his gaming consoles in front of the tv on the floor rather than on the shelf under. doesn't make his bed everyday sort of "messy" things

☆ overall a good roommate though! this man can cook and he can clean. he may be a tad disorganized but it's not terrible. once you learn he likes to put the big spoons separate from the small spoons you develop the muscle memory to look for them in different spots. just requires some familiarity

☆ definitely engages in your interests and he'd love if you did the same! would love if you played games with him and he'd be down to do your hobbies with you too! epitome of besties to lovers living together (or just besties, or just lovers - whatever floats your boat)

both

☆ since jotaro is territorial about his spaces, kakyoin gets better at knocking on your door before coming in without you having to even talk to him cause he made the mistake with joot

☆ nights typically consist of you and kakyoin cooking together while jotaro works on homework or shares his opinions on what you two made the night before

☆ jotaro funds the grocery shopping since he doesn't actually help cook and doesn't want to feel like a leech. learned to not go with you two after seeing kakyoin push you in the cart

☆ getting into the bathroom is such a battle. jotaro likes to take baths to decompress and cannot be rushed (damn you for getting him starfish shaped bath bombs for his birthday) and kakyoin spends so long styling his hair

☆ if you didn't already have tough skin about your style prepare to develop it. they don't mean to be rude but kakyoin always wonders if you'll be too hot/cold in an outfit while jotaro is very much thinking his own version of "wear what you want I can fight" but you wish he'd acknowledge you can handle yourself

☆ when your schedules allow they walk with you to and from classes. because they enjoy your company, because they worry about your safety, because the long walk alone can be kinda draining too. they always try to walk with you home no matter your gender - even if they have to go out of their way to

☆ kakyoin embraces your habits a lot easier than jotaro. it's nice to have someone who gets you almost immediately, and it's nice to feel additionally appreciated when jotaro comes around

☆ they can both be annoying sometimes. like you're normally not the problem. kakyoin sleeps with his body everywhere (so when you do movie nights his ass needs to be in bed once he's tired) and jotaro hates doing the dishes so guess who normally has to do them cause kak is already out?

☆ both individuals are very bright so if you ever struggle you have one guy who's down to help no matter what and another who will groan and act like you're being needy before insisting you get a lesson from him. kakyoin also gives good advice in general and jotaro listens like no other

☆ the longer you all live together the more common doing group activities naturally becomes. kakyoin and jotaro both need quite a bit of alone time, but they also do feel rejuvenated after talking to you. movie nights and game nights become a fairly common occurrence when you guys aren't swamped with homework. overall living with them is pretty fun!

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empresskadia · 2 months

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Hear me out:

If you're dating a Spartan, they're more than likely used to you as a member of active military, right? They're so used to you being a soldier that they tend to forget that before them, before the war, you were someone else. Like, Linda finding out you were a pianist, or Kelly finding out you were a gardener, or Naomi finding out you were in art school. Something like that.

OKAY I'M HAVING A FANGIRL MOMENT BECAUSE THE CHARACTER I HAVE IN MY HEAD WITH NAOMI IS AN ARTIST AND YOU READ MY MIND AND I'M SCREAMING

anyways-

I'm excited you brought this up and this whole prompt, because the Spartans would be more used to a more active military partner, whether it's being a Marine, ODST, a Spartan-IV, Scientist, Engineer, etc. They used to you fighting in a war, Spartans are antisocial by nature, so they most likely wouldn't hang out with your friends or other teammates, and most other branches of the Military view Spartans in awe, so they most likely never see you in a "normal" environment until way later on.

I'm sure they know you have hobbies, they've heard you talk about them and the Spartans delight in it for you but they've never seen you doing them. Most of the Spartans probably never thought of who their partner was before them.

So they are always pleasantly surprised to find out new things about their S/o, like, Linda would be scouting the ship looking for her partner after a mission, more likely than not, she's never heard someone play the piano before in person, sure, Deja played them music as children but Linda had never seen someone play in-person before, she didn't even know the Infinity had a piano. Imagine her surprise when she enters the empty bar and finds her partner lost in their own world playing a random song that might have significance to them. When you finish the song, she wants to hear it again, scaring you half to death when she silently appears at your side, "What song was that? Will you play it again for me?"

Or, Kelly going for a run around the Infinity's memorial park one early morning, say, maybe after breakfast, she knew you had plans after eating with Blue team. She respects her partner's space, choosing not to pry and going on with her business, of course, Kelly can spot her partner a mile away, it's second nature for her at this point. So when she sees you digging in the ground with flower pots all around, she goes to investigate. Her shadow towers over your hunch-over form and you just give her a smile over your shoulder before going back to business. Kelly observes for a while, remembering a conversation in which her partner said something about growing a garden again. "Is this what you mean by 'green thumb'? I don't think these flowers grow tomatoes."

Or, one night, Naomi finds you, Mal, Vaz, Dev, and Phillips, all slightly intoxicated in the staff room, chatting away about life before entering the military while her partner is tapping away at a datapad with a stylus. She's seen you use it before, assuming you were working on reports or reading in-time information. Naomi is about ready to drag her partner away before you've had too much when you start talking about a boarding school on earth that your parents sent you to before the war started, an art academy. Dev leans over, and gaps at the datapad before ripping it out of your hands to show the table and Naomi has to blink before she registers the sketches. Most of them were of...her? Different angles, her expressions that she often shows to you, some were even in armor and you had gotten all the pieces drawn correctly. There was one of BB, and the whole crew, another one of a previous unit you've served in and the last one was her laughing with stars and hearts drawn around her, the words 'the love of my life." written above her head.

I can even assume that John's heard his partner hum melodies, never a full song but humming to yourself while working on a project or even getting ready for bed. He's never questioned it, it's something you always did, he's aware some of the tunes you hum are from your grandmother. What he didn't expect was to return from a mission and being unable to find his S/o for a while until Roland directed him to the Infinity's bar, saying the Spartan-IVs convinced you to perform. It's your voice he's aware of first before seeing his partner on the small stage, singing away like nothing else mattered around you. John isn't surprised when you notice him right away after giving a bow as the room fills with cheers and 'encores'. You both slip away from the area knowing this wasn't John's crowd to be around. "I didn't know that was a song. Or that you sang."

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erlagrimwood · 3 months

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A simple warding charm for my front door

After listening to @breelandwalker's podcast episode about home warding, I wanted to try out an idea I've had for a while about a warding charm for my front door using stinging nettle. Warding my whole house isn't something I have the energy for right now, but I enjoyed working this little spell to give myself a little peace of mind. Please listen to the episode if you haven't (Hex Positive, Ep. 024 - Warding A Witchy Home) because she goes into detail about what home wards can and can't do, how to work them, etc. All very good information!

Also please note that I don't have a lot of experience and I haven't tested this spell before, but I wanted to share it anyway and in the future I'll update the post with any insights or experiences that might come up.

For this spell I used: - a small drawstring bag (mine was crocheted by my grandmother some years ago) - dried stinging nettle - one clove of garlic

I started by gathering my materials, then centered and grounded myself. I cleansed the immediate space around me as well as the bag (lately I've enjoyed burning dried juniper for this purpose), then took a pinch of the dried nettles and held it in my hands, asking the plant to please assist me in protecting my home from anything or anyone seeking to cause harm, while allowing friends and family and anyone else who we invite or welcome to our house safe passage through the front door. I visualized a powerful patch of tall nettles growing in front of my house, around the door, and wrapping around the door handle. I also visualized any person or entity seeking to cause harm feeling prickles and itching upon approaching the house or touching the door handle, and them retreating from the house. Then I imagined the nettles drawing back and allowing friends and family to come to the door safely. I charged the nettles with this intention and placed them in the bag.

I did much the same thing with the garlic but the visualization that came to me was more like a glowing golden light encompassing the door. Then I also put the garlic into the bag, closed the bag, and held it in my hands while charging it with my intention more strongly, holding gratitude for the plants for assisting me in the working. I then hung the bag on a nail above my front door (on the inside), placed my hands on the door, and visualized the nettle patch and golden light one more time. To my surprise the imagined nettles kind of decided by themselves to grow all around my house and garden, even around my garden shed, though I didn't specifically ask them to, which to me was a lovely sign that the nettle spirit was eager to help me. These days I usually close my spells by saying "make it so" because I'm obsessed with Star Trek, then I reversed my grounding and centering.

Please let me know if you try it out! I haven't worked with nettles much in my magic so far, but I can't wait to get to know them more intimately as summer rolls around.

#witchblr #witchcraft #spellwork #green witch #warding spell #protection #protection spell #home ward #spellbook #stinging nettle #plant magic

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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The Halfway Point Part 3: A Safe Space - Angel Reyes x Reader (feat: Felipe Reyes)

Tagging: @witches-unruly-heart @keyweegirlie @annetje @infinity-mars @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @appreciatelove @the-wandering-lunatic @weiwei0210 @anime-weeb-4-life @multifandomloversworld @harperdoodle @est1887 @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @spookyboogyuniverse @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @thebaileybugle @legally-a-bastard @oureternalbond @bonsaijoons @sclitvdes

The next day when you find Felipe in the rose garden you're surprised. You didn't expect him to follow through on his promise with the bench but it's seven in the morning and he's sitting on the damp grass alongside his toolbox and a small stack of wood, reinforcing the thing.

“Rotted through.” He tells you, showing you one of the slats. “It's a wonder you didn't fall straight through it.”

You think back to you and Angel last week. How he had made love to you on the grass instead of the bench because he was adamant it wouldn't hold despite the fact you were adamant it would. Felipe catches sight of your smile and shakes his head.

“I don't want to know.”

When you come by at again at noon with some water and some sandwiches for the older man, he's still sitting in the same place. This time though he has a paint tin perched next to him and a brush in his hand.

“Protects it from the weather.” He tells you in that gruff tone of his.

You sit and set down the collection of snacks and water bottles alongside him. He puts down the paint brush and covers the tin with the lid before stripping off his gloves. He doesn’t say anything when he picks up his sandwich and takes a bite, not even a thank you. You find it a little bit infuriating but you are determined not to let it get to you.

“Why do you keep it walled off?” he asks you thoughtfully, gesturing at the area around you.

You consider the question because there are multiple reasons, you’re just not sure which one to give him.

“Rose kush.” You say, tilting your head pointedly at the roses. “I use them to create the strain that grows in that field, they’re my secret weapon.”

“The real reason?” he prompts because Felipe knows when someone isn't giving him the whole story.

You pause for a moment because it’s not easy to discuss that sometimes the world gets a little too much and you buckle under the weight of your responsibilities. That sometimes you need a break from everything and everyone.

“Sometimes I just need space.” You confess to him. “A place that I can come to when everything gets a little too much. Being here around the roses, it just soothes me, it reminds me...”

You trail off, picking at the crust of your sandwich.

“Of what?” Felipe askes as he dusts the crumbs from his hands.

You swallow hard against the ache in your chest, because despite the fact it’s been a couple of years you still feel the loss acutely.

“Of when my Nana was alive. She was always this safe space for me, and I didn’t have that for a while after she was gone.”

There’s silence for a moment before Felipe breaks it.

“I still talk to Marisol.” He admits with a sigh. “Everyday I have my morning coffee and I tell her about the boys, things they've done, interactions we've had. I’ve not always been the best father but I'm trying because I’m all they've got right now.”

“I think you’re a pretty good one.” You tell him. Despite his gruffness you believe it, you think about the nights where Angel didn’t want to be alone after his mother’s passing, Felipe had still stepped up despite the fact he was grieving. They never talked about anything but baseball but it had helped Angel not feel so adrift. “You’re still present, there when they need you.”

“What about your father?” Felipe questions as he bundles up his rubbish. “Why isn't he here making sure that gate gets oiled?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I don't know who he is.” You tell him truthfully. “I don’t even think my mom did. She was pretty wild. Left home at fifteen, followed a couple of bands around the country, came back one night and dropped a baby in my Nana's arms and took off again. She died when I was fourteen, she got drunk and took a header off a bridge in in Wisconsin, apparently someone dared her to walk along the handrail... the rest is history.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.”

He means it, he really does. No child deserves to be abandoned by their parent, no child needs to hear that drugs, drink and a good time are worth more than they are. Despite that you’re still seemingly well adjusted. He knows you’ve attended counselling; you’ve talked about it openly in your interviews.

“It is what it is.” You tell him, collecting the trash from him and putting it inside a compostable carrier bag. “It didn’t stop me from living my life, from going to college and becoming a botanist.”

“What about the farm?” he asks, his elbows coming to rest upon his knees.

“My Nana,” You explain, tying a knot in the top of the career bag. “She started off small in the sixties and then I helped legitimise it. I loved tinkering with plants, combining different things to see what the result was and that’s how we ended up with rose kush. It's helped a lot of people so far.”

“You believe in what you do.” Felipe states.

He respects that. It’s not often that you find people so firm in their ideals, that will stick to their guns when challenged but you do. You sincerely believe in what you’re harvesting and selling and he wants to understand that.

“I do.” You tell him. “I know you probably think I’m no better than the Galindos but this means something to me. The health care system is broken, and people can’t pay for their medicine and if Rose Kush brings them any kind of relief, then I’m glad for that. Until you have seen someone you love in agony, suffering because they can’t escape their pain, I don’t think you get an opinion.”

There’s a conviction in your words, he knows your Nana died of cancer, he can't imagine what it was like to watch someone you love waste away like that. In a way he’s glad that Marisol’s death was quick, even if he never got to say goodbye.

“Come to dinner tomorrow night.” He says both surprising himself and you. “Bring Angel. You can check on that rose bush, make sure it's taken to the soil.”

“Just to check on that rose bush.” You agree, raising to your feet. “Make sure you haven’t been neglecting it.”

“Give me a little credit." He mutters as he tugs on his gloves once again and removes the lid from the paint can. “It's only been a couple of days.”

“Uh huh.” You tease, lingering by the gate for a moment before you smile. “I'll see you tomorrow Felipe"

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Temptation: Chapter 5

Chapter Warnings: Smut (MxF), Oral (F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected sex (what's new), praise, degrading, slight exhibitionism, fluff

W.C.: 3.5k

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Day 19

“Gyu, stop!” You whined at the fairy who was currently trying to drown you in kisses.

“Why, I’m just showing you how much I love you.” The fairy made an obscene puckering sound as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

After your day with Hueningkai, you had grown a lot clingier towards the others. Your room was now simply a space for your clothes, since you had basically moved into the fairies room. Even if you wanted to sleep in your own room, you knew they wouldn’t allow you. You didn’t mind though, waking up an onslaught of kisses and cuddles was nothing you could complain about. Usually it was Beomgyu or Hueningkai who would wake you up, peppering kisses all over your face until you stirred awake.

Currently you were battling Beomgyu, who was being particularly clingy today, you didn't mind it, you just enjoyed teasing him. The animal fairy had been attacking you with kisses all day, as well as keeping you confined to the bed with him. “We should get up, Taehyun is gonna be mad if we miss breakfast.” Beomgyu groaned at you, but ultimately sat up, because you were (unfortunately) right.

After a few more kisses you and Beomgyu entered the kitchen giggling while hand in hand. You probably looked like loved up teenagers, but it would be the same no matter who you were with.

“Good morning you two, sleep well?” The two of you nodded in tandem as you approached the garden fairy who appeared to be frying up some sausage in a pan. You looked at the counter where a fluffy stack of pancakes sat, next to a bowl of fresh berries, no doubt grown only a few moments ago by the pink haired man.

“Everything looks really good.” Beomgyu praised Taehyun, kissing his nape.

“Is Binnie in the study or did he have to go in today?” You asked Taehyun as he set down a plate in front of you,

“He’s here if you want to keep him company while we're at school.” He answered, placing a quick kiss on your lips before returning to the stove. “Gyu, you need to go get ready.” The garden fairy scolded the animal fairy who was pressed against his back.

“But I haven’t eaten.” He pouted, slotting himself even closer to Taehyun.

“You can eat… on the way to school.” Taehyun deadpanned, growing a vine to pull the taller man off of him. Beomgyu groaned, but ultimately relinquished his efforts and made his way back into the bedroom to get ready.

After helping Taehyun clean up, you saw the two fairies off to school before joining Soobin in the study. You were currently reading a book, sitting on your favorite pillow which was right next to Soobin’s desk. He had woken up in the early hours of the morning to ensure you wouldn’t just be sitting by his side all day. You didn’t really mind, but it was sweet of him to keep you in mind like that. “I’m almost done for the day, is there anything you want to do?” You looked up at the blonde man, his thick framed glasses were situated on the bridge of his nose.

“We should nap, and then maybe go to the big lake? Hyuka was telling me how you guys sometimes hangout on the big lily pads.” Soobin hummed, in agreement, before turning back to his work.

“We could nap at the lake, we have some pillows and blankets stashed there that we usually put on the lily pad.” The suggestion intrigued you. Those lily pads must’ve been humongous if it could fit all of them on one.

“Sure, let's do that.”

After an hour you and Soobin were now comfortably situated in the lake. The warm sun mixed with the heat from being under the blanket was heavenly. If it wasn’t for Soobin and his love of making out, you would probably be asleep. You couldn't complain though as you kissed slowly, using your hand to cup his cheek, giving you better access to the inside of his mouth.You and Soobin had spent quite a lot of time together since he was at home the most. Most of your time was spent in comfortable silence, but since your unspoken rule of you joining the five men had come into play, most of your days were spent like this. You would sit with Soobin until he finished his work, eat lunch and nap, in no particular order. Then spend the rest of the day together until everyone else got home. What was happening now was nothing you weren’t used to. You and Soobin had yet to actually have sex, but you weren’t rushing anything. Kissing him was addictive enough, so adding sex might be dangerous.

“Binnie you should sleep, you woke up so early.” Soobin hummed against your lips, but made no effort to pull away.

“Let's just fall asleep like this, it’s fine.” You pulled away and couldn’t help but giggle at him, not just from what he said but also the way he whined at the loss of your lips.

“Come back, I’m not done kissing you!” Shaking your head you attempted to roll away from him, but he quickly began rolling towards you, trapping you against the edge of the lily pad and lake.

“You either fall or kiss me, your choice.” Huffing you reluctantly rolled back with him to the middle, giving him a quick peck before ducking your head into his chest.

“There I kissed you, now sleep.” Soobin wasn’t having it though, he lifted your chin and quickly slotted your lips together again. You responded to the kiss immediately allowing Soobin to take the lead. Once again, Soobin’s plush lips had you hooked, unable to pull away from him as he held your chin in place. You allowed him to slip his tongue between your lips, swallowing all the needy groans he was releasing as he began grinding into your leg.

“Y/N… I want you… please.”

God, how could you say “no” when he sounded that good. The timbre of his voice stirred something inside of you. His hooded eyes made you want to fold instantly, but you knew you couldn’t make it that easy, you had to rile him up a bit.

“Really?” He nodded in response, holding eye contact with you; pressing his hard on into you, as if to prove a point. Almost as if it was his way to show you how much he wanted you. Soobin moved his hand from your chin to one of your breasts, fondling it through the thin fabric of your tank top. You had forgone a bra since you knew you would be taking a nap, so the pleasure felt more heightened. You couldn’t help the whimpers that began escaping you, but from the way his cock was pressing into you and the harsh grip on your breast, you could tell he liked it. Soobin pulled away from your lips and slowly trailed kisses down your chin until he reached your neck.

“Fuck you sound so pretty.” He mumbled against your skin, sucking purple and red marks wherever his lips touched. “Can’t wait to ruin you, my perfect slut.” He moved his hand from your breast down to your legs, leaving teasing touches everywhere, but where you really needed. You felt hot all over and unable to focus. You wanted him to touch you properly, but couldn’t find the words to ask. You were curious how much he would allow you to do, watching as his lips trailed lower and lower down your body. Soobin spread your legs apart using his shoulders to keep them open. “I need these off.” You could tell he was just thinking out loud since the comment was mumbled also because it was followed by him hooking his fingers into your skirt and underwear.

You couldn’t help but giggle as Soobin haphazardly tried to pull your skirt and panties down. The small huff let out as both garments got stuck around your ass made you grin down at him.“Someone’s impatient.” You commented, lifting your hips off of the plant beneath you. Soobin didn’t seem to like your tone and took it upon himself to deliver a quick slap to your pussy in retaliation. You couldn’t help the way your back arched, seething painfully through your teeth at the harsh stimulation.

Soobin only looked at you with a sort of bored expression when you glared down at him. “There’s more where that came from, if you want to keep being a brat?” Looking away from him you let yourself go lax, allowing yourself to be at his mercy. You weren’t particularly in the mood for a punishment so you figured it was best to listen to his warning. “Good girl, just relax and let me make you feel good.” You nodded, bringing your gaze back down to the mop of blonde hair that was now buried between your thighs. You could only shiver as his hot breath fanned over your cunt, becoming wetter by the second as you anticipated his next move. Without warning Soobin licked a fat stripe over your core, pulling a small whimper from you. The warm muscle began to prod and tease at your entrance, all while his hands were gently caressing your thighs. After teasing you for a few more moments he allowed his tongue to enter you, causing you to whimper louder this time. The sounds you were making were driving Soobin crazy, so much so that soon his entire mouth engulfed your heat. He slurped messily at your cunt, moving his mouth against it much like how he would when you were making out. “Sound so gorgeous for me, so filthy, so perfect…” He trailed off in a groan as more of your wetness spilled out of you. He was taking note of everything in this moment, what made you squirm the most, what pulled more sounds from you, what made you spill more of your sweet fluids into his mouth. Anything that meant you were feeling good was exactly what he wanted to give to you.

At some point Soobin brought his head up to just suck at your clit, so that he could look in your eyes. He wanted to know how fucked out you looked, and the sight didn’t disappoint. There you were, hands holding your breasts as you fondled and alternated between flicking at pinching at your nipples. Your whimpering only began to grow in volume as you lifted your hips to move against his mouth which was skillfully bringing you to your climax. You had tears in your eyes, which only spurred the water fairy on, wanting to see more of those tears as you moaned out his name. “Soobin… s-so good…” You could barely form a sentence from how good he was making you feel and when he began pushing two fingers into you, you thought you were going to lose it. “Fuck! I’m so close, please, please don’t stop!” You pleaded, moving against him to create more friction. All Soobin could do was groan in response as he sped up the two digits inside of you. With one final curl of his fingers you reached your peak, shaking as Soobin instantly latched his mouth back onto your pussy, lapping up everything that he could. “Too much, Soobin, wait!” A loud huff came from the man as he lifted his head up, a small pout decorating his features.

“Not my fault you taste good, can’t waste a good meal.” Soobin licked his lips eyeing your chest as it rose and fell slowly.

“My eyes are up here.”

“I don’t think so. The ones down there are challenging me to a staring contest.” The fairy challenged leaning in closer to your breasts. Your nipples were erect from the breeze but also a bit swollen from you pinching them earlier. Soobin brought his hand up and harshly flicked the right one, causing a whimper to tumble from your lips. “They blinked… I win.” Soobin finally met your lust filled eyes with a cheeky smile, you really wanted to push his head back between your legs and wipe it off. Soobin climbed up your body to meet your lips in another heated kiss. You could feel him pressing against your core and you needed him to slip in before you went crazy.

“Soobin, put it in… please!” He looked at you with a bit of amusement, but nevertheless grabbed his cock and began pushing it into you slowly.

“Thought it was too much dew drop, or are you just that much of a slut?” You could barely form a response back as he pushed into you at an agonizing pace, making you want to grab his ass and push it in for him. You tried to reach out but the moment he could tell what you were doing, he pulled out. Another embarrassing whine escaped from you as you looked at Soobin pleadingly. “You need to be good and take what I give you, stop being a greedy slut.” Nodding you laid back and allowed Soobin to take the lead again, letting him take every moment as slow or fast as he wanted. Once Soobin was about halfway in you felt like you were on the verge of tears. You wanted to move so bad it hurt, but you also didn’t want to risk him pulling out again so you stayed as still as possible, just allowing him to use you as a sleeve. Without warning suddenly Soobin thrusted into you, bottoming all the way out in one swift motion. The action was able to finally punch a loud moan out of you as opposed to the needy whimpers you were making only a beat ago. “God you’re so tight, so perfect for me.” Soobin looked like he was in pure ecstasy as he set a steady pace, holding your leg on either side of his waist as he used them as leverage to reach deeper inside you.

His blonde hair fell over his eyes as he thrusted deeply into you, head hanging low because the pleasure was almost unbearable. “Baby, fuck me harder please!” Soobin looked at you in amusement again, a devilish smirk playing at his lips as he slowed down his thrusts. He leaned over you, doing his best to make eye contact with you in the wired position, practically stopping his thrusts just to antagonize you more.

“Do you even deserve it? You’ve been kind of a brat.”

“I deserve it, I deserve it please! M’ sorry for being a brat, I'll do better.” He was reducing you down to nothing all while making you feel like everything at the same time and it was almost embarrassing how much you loved it.

As if thinking over and ultimately coming to a decision, Soobin repositioned his hands to have a better grip on your things before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. The pace he set this time was brutal and you could feel the lilly pad moving with the motion of his rough thrusts. Soobin looked down at you with nodded eyes, and contracting as he put all of his encrypted and force into fucking your. “God fuck you’re so loud, anyone could walk by and see us too, you think if they heard you they’d come? If they did they’d get to see you for the slut you are- fucked dumb on my cock.” Soobin sounded so mean but you couldn’t get enough of it. The usually mild mannered fairy had a side to him that you never expected, and you loved it. “Bet you could cum from just my cock alone, think you can do that for me?” Blinking tears out of your eyes you nodded in response, back arching as he punched your sweet spot with a particularly hard thrust. “Words please.”

“Yes, can cum… from…” You were trying your best to get the words out, but your head was so foggy from pleasure that you could barely formulate a sentence, much less say it. Soobin tsked, but let it slide, usually he would stop and make you finish your sentence, but it was clear that you were too gone.

“Can’t believe I fucked you dumb this quick, s’cute.” All you could muster in response was a wet sob mixed with a moan. You felt like you were going to pass out of them the pleasure especially as you could feel your orgasm approaching.

A quick and airy “close,” left your lips and before the rope could finally snap Soobin pulled out and flipped you over. Now on all fours you wanted to cry at the loss, but soon he filled you again, wasting no time settling up the same pace while gripping one of your hips tightly. His other hand was busy pushing your head down onto the lush pillow below you. You could feel him even deeper now and wanted to go redder than you already were as you heard the sound of skin slapping reverberate and echo throughout the forest. You were probably drooling and could barely see from all the tears clouding your vision, but you felt amazing, pleasure coursing through your body as you took everything he was giving you.

You could feel Soobin’s hips beginning to grow erratic, which helped you know he was close, and despite his growing fatigue he never let up in his pace once. You could feel your own release fast approaching and after only a few more thrusts you were cummimg, Soobin’s name falling over and over from your lips as you shook from the force of your orgasm. Soobin followed almost immediately from how hard you were squeezing him, a loud groan leaving him as he stilled inside you before draping himself over your back. “Thank you, did so good love, so perfect for me.” Soobin placed kisses on the shell of your ear and the back of your neck as he praised you, rubbing his fingers over the areas that might be sore later on due to how harsh his grip was.

“Thank you Binnie.” It was barely audible from how hoarse your voice was, but you know he heard you based on the kiss he planted on your cheek.

Soobin turned you around and cleaned you up with the water and a small rag that he must've stashed away for occasions like these. He kissed you slowly, caressing your cheek with his thumbs and the two of you fell asleep like this, limbs tangled and faces close.

“So this is where you two disappeared too.” Yeonjun piped, effectively rousing you from your sleep. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you were finally able to make out the four figures of the fairies. You smiled sleepily, reaching out for them to join you. All of them quickly took off the ground to join you and a still sleeping Soobin on the lily pad. You placed a quick kiss on each of the fairies lips, before Heungkai tackled you back down to the plus blankets on the lilly pad.

“Did you all have a nice day?” You asked, reaching out for your discarded clothes. Taehyun helped you find them, going the extra mile with helping you redress so that you could pay attention to Hueningkai.

“We did, but we all got home and we’re confused when we didn’t find you in the room. Seems like you had other plans aside from a nap though.” No matter what, Yeonjun always made it a point to tease you whenever you did anything with his other lovers. It didn’t bother you much, but it never failed to make your checks bloom red. “I’m gonna wake up this oath so we can all go eat.”

You nodded and while Yeonjun’s was preoccupied you reached out for the other three fairies to come lay with you. Beomgyu and Hueningkai ended up fighting for a spot next to you and while they were preoccupied Taehyun managed to slip in next to you. The two of you tangled up sharing a few sweet pecks before looking over at Yeonjun’s who had successfully managed to wake up Soobin. The two seemed to be in their own world, making out slowly while whispering sweet nothings to each other about how much one missed the other. It was sweet, it wasn’t like you never saw them being intimate, but knowing that they had been together the longest made it feel more intimate than it probably was. As if they could feel your eyes on them the two of them turned to face you, a playful smirk playing on their lips since they caught you staring. Surprisingly they didn’t tease you and after another half an hour you all returned to the tree to eat and sleep for the night.

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hello! i found your blog cause my jason sudeikis obsession has been insane as of late, especially last man on earth as that's what i'm rewatching rn (it's such a small fandom and you're the first person i've seen make mike miller content i am so grateful 🙏💙) i wanted to ask for another mike fic please if you'd be up to it (i understand how fandoms and interests fluctuate, happens a lot in my own art so it's totally cool if not!) i don't really have any specific requests, i've enjoyed all your fics so just anything with mike would be really cool! (also i apologize if i'm requesting this wrong) ty for all your fics, i love and appreciate your writing so much!!

OH YES MY UNICORN! Mike Miller fun coming up. I'll keep writing for him too because he's my favorite character behind Ted. I just loved that show so much and I'm sad it's over. So let's fill in the blanks with Mike's life -- and his quest for love, shall we?!

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Relationship: Mike Miller x reader (F)

Warnings: As with all Mike content, cute + smut ahead

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Mike stopped and stood slightly behind a tree as he watched you.

You were on your knees in your garden, plucking up some vegetables from the earth, knocking off the dirt, and placing them in a basket.

You moved to the tomatoes next, yanking them off the vine, smiling at how red and juicy they were in the kind heat of the West Coast.

The home behind you looked to be yours, he guessed. A beach-style mid-century modern bungalow. Based on the wild wind in your hair and the round sunglasses perched on your nose, you and the building looked to be a good match.

He knew he had to approach carefully. He didn't want to startle you. And hell, you might not even be alone.

So he walked. Slowly.

"Ummm..."

You jumped at the sound of a...voice? A human voice?!

"OH MY GOD WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

You were startled, hands held up in front of you as if you were expecting to be harmed.

Mike quickly shook his head, his eyebrows bunching as his hands went up defensively, too.

"No, no! Not like that, no, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Mike. Miller. Mike Miller. And I... I've been on my own for... a while, and umm..."

He's stumbling. He's watching your pretty eyes relax, your mouth loosen, your shoulders drop.

You nod quietly and smile gently.

"Mike... it's nice to meet you. You... you've been on your own? Me, too. I'm Y/N. I'm so sorry to be so frightened."

Mike shakes his head.

"Oh, God, don't be. I'm sorry I frightened you. You're the first person I've seen in a... a long time. It's... it's nice to meet you, Y/N."

Mike offers a strong hand, vascular, with toned forearms. He's got a sturdy build to him, broad shouldered and broad chest, soft but sculpted. His long, brown-auburn hair is a bit shaggy on him, maybe starting to curl on the ends. He's got a scruffy, short beard growing in with specs of gray.

"You, too...Mike. Would you...like to come in?"

Mike nods. "Love to."

...

Mike watches as you rinse the vegetables from the garden. He takes in your bare feet, the hippy-style skirt, the baggy shirt knotted in the front.

You turn to look at him while you wipe down the tomatoes.

"So, tell me all about yourself, Mike."

He smiles, because you smile. Genuine. Happy. Lovely.

He tells you how he was on the space station. Came back to Earth alone. Plopped into the ocean. He talks about finding his brother, and the group. He sighs sadly as he says Phil's name, but adds he wanted to go out on his own. See if he could find others.

"And I found you."

You smile, squeezing his shoulder as you walk behind him to the other side of the kitchen.

The contact from you felt...

electric.

You tell him about your journey -- making your way west where you could actually plant and rely on weather. Losing your family, your divorce before the pandemic took everyone away.

"So you're here alone?" Mike asks, taking a sip of the tea you made him. You nod.

"I'm sorry it's been so hard for you," he adds quietly. You smile softly.

"I'm sorry it's been hard for all of us.

...

By evening you're making dinner. Fresh pasta with vegetables and a garlic lemon sauce, thanks to the lemon tree out back.

Mike marvels at the way you work and helps you roll out the pasta dough to slice thin. He likes to watch the flour on your hands, up your arms, even on your cheek where you scratched an itch.

He wants to touch you.

In the time you've worked together at the counter, you've learned each other's favorite music, favorite movies, likes and dislikes. You have a lot of the same, and a lot of differences, too.

You like him.

Mike likes you, too.

When you serve up his plate and pour him a glass of expensive wine -- because who else is going to drink the remarkable vineyards left behind? - he could melt.

Dinner is delicious, of course, and he's grateful for the hospitality.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you like," you offer, cleaning the dishes in the sink. "I don't have anyone else here and it's a good sized house."

Mike smiles softly. If it's up to him, he wouldn't be in his own room for long.

If it's up to you, you don't want him to be, either.

But you don't say that, and neither does he.

Mike stands to help you at the sink, grabbing a dry towel to wipe down the plates and dishes.

"Thank you," you offer, turning to smile at him. He smiles back, getting lost in your eyes.

"You're welcome. Oh..." he murmurs, leaning closer. "You have an eyelash on your cheek. Make a wish," he offers, his warm, masculine finger swiping the black crescent from your face and holding it out on his fingertip.

You giggle and close your eyes, blowing gently.

He can't wait a second longer. It's been too long. Everything feels too right. You're here, he's here. You found each other for a reason. And he wasn't a guy who believed in star alignment and all that mumbo jumbo.

He tugs you toward him with one hand, low on your waist, his lips finding yours effortlessly, as if...as if...

As if that's exactly what you wished for. Because it was.

Your hands go around his neck to kiss him back. It's like the first time you've ever been kissed, but a million times better. Because you both know what you're doing.

Deep pockets of air go through your noses, his other hand cups your face gently, like a goddamn romance novel.

The moan that escapes your chest has his blood humming with desire, your tongues meeting more aggressively, full-on making out like teenagers with parents out of town.

He cages you against the counter a little, and you're tempted to hop up and let him between your legs. As you start to edge up to the counter, Mike stops you.

"Bedroom?" he asks, your chest rising and falling fast with adrenaline. "I want you, I want...you... in a bed..." he adds, making your knees knock together.

Your cheeks blush crimson as you take his hand and walk him to the bedroom, not far away. He doesn't waste a minute taking in the beachy coziness of the king bed and the duvet and the flowers you've got in vases...

He's too busy finding your lips again, his hands touring your body, moving the two of you toward the bed.

God, it's been so long. So fucking long.

Instead of pushing your skirt down, his hands slide up against the fabric, bunching it as he goes, finding your ass and grabbing it, running his palms over the fleshiness of your hips.

Despite the state of the world and your change in diet, you never lost some of the softest parts of you - which you thought were unfortunate but Mike...

"Goddamn," he mutters, practically growling. "You're fucking beautiful."

You shiver at this, and he smiles, his lips going down your neck now, his hands on a running journey over your body as you back up toward the bed and lean down, bringing him over you.

His knee between your legs gives you ample opportunity for friction, your hips swirling against him, letting the throbbing core of you get some relief.

It makes you fucking shake.

It's been years since you've made love... truly, really, made love. And this is blowing your fucking mind in a thousand directions.

He likes how you feel when you move against his knee, his thigh, and he pushes against you to help you along.

"Oh, oh fuck..." you murmur between kisses. Mike can tell by your trembling what's happening.

"Let it happen, it's okay. I want it to happen," he whispers. "Good girl."

Boom! The cord snaps, your body shakes and convulses, your come slicking your panties and probably through onto his jeans. His hands touch you gently, your body so sensitive like a firework.

"Mmmm... that's it," he whispers, your hips still moving slowly against him. "Get as much as you want."

Your breath is catching as you look back up into his dark-hazel eyes, his lips smiling at you. His hand gently cups your face when you kiss again, and he pulls away.

"That was one of the hottest things that's ever happened to me," Mike adds, chuckling so softly into your hair that you can't help but join him.

Your hands roam down his sturdy chest and to the front of his pants and he groans a little louder.

"Been a long time for you, too?" you ask softly, and he nods quickly.

"Way, way too long."

You smile brightly and kiss him again, sliding his open button-down off his arms, letting it fall to the floor. His tshirt goes next, and your hands can finally touch the masculine length of his stomach and chest and that beautiful pattern of chest hair all over.

His own hands get to work sliding your skirt off, then your shirt. Rolling to the center of the bed you have plenty of room to explore and play.

You smile at him, kissing him.

"Are you sure?" you ask quietly, taking him by surprise. A beautiful smile curls his lips, a dimple in his cheek.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because... I'm just the first gal you've seen since you left your group. What if there's someone else?"

Mike looks down at the rise and fall of your chest, the glow on your face, the blush of your cheeks. His mind goes back to the dinner, the conversation, how right it all feels.

"Not a chance I'll want anyone but you," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you. When he kicks his pants away, he pulls the cover up with him and you both smile, kissing, while his cock pushes into you.

Slow. So slow.

A gentle tug, a tight squeeze. It's been a while for you both. And his own low growl indicates it feels just as good for him as it does you. So you nod at each other with a smile, moving slow together first, then a little faster, then a little harder and deeper.

Hands pull and squeeze and grasp, and you get a little louder.

A lot louder, because who's here to hear you? No one.

Your legs wrap around him, his body buried inside yours, nails scratching down his back gently, moaning... panting... chanting...cursing.

"Never...felt...so good..." he musters with a heavy breath. "Oh, fuck..."

His big hand holds your thigh, grabs your ass, your breast, then cups your face as he kisses you.

If this is what making love is, well, you've never had this before. So you let your bodies moan, you let the sweat come together, you make each other see fucking stars.

His fingers lace with yours, your lips meet and your body shudders under him, the romance of it all, the tender touch and kisses he gives you...

"Oh, my God..."

Mike smiles to himself, kissing your neck, whispering: "Yeah, that's OK. I want to feel it."

Your body unleashes and you tuck your lips against his neck, your hands clutch his back...and just before he meets you over the edge, he pulls out and comes on your stomach.

His breath is panting, your breath is panting, and without a care, he leans back over you to kiss you.

"I wanted to go longer," he jokes, chuckling a warm fan of air over your lips. You smile and hold his face sweetly.

"I don't think we could've done that no matter how hard we tried. It was too..."

"Perfect."

He kisses your lips again, his fingers and palm brushing the hair off your face. And then you're both giggling like high schoolers.

"So... are you...um... gonna sleep in my bed?"

Mike looks at you with a playful smirk, and then around at the king-size bed.

"If that's OK with you, I think there's plenty of room..."

You laugh again and he smiles, nuzzling against you.

"There is definitely room, but I bet we don't drift too far from each other."

A soft smile is exchanged between you and he raises your knuckles to his lips to kiss.

"I don't think we will, either."

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That was way mushier/romantic/sweet than even I expected it to be but I'm in such a "oh, I need touch and love and adoration" type of mood lately. Loneliness? I don't know. Whatever it is, this. I want this. Please. And with my own Mike Miller. Also, please. :) Thanks for the prompt, friend. Keep sending Mike stuff my way!

#mike miller x reader #mike miller x you #last man on earth fanfic #last man on earth fanfiction #jason sudeikis #characters i insist on writing for

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harrisonstories · 2 years

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Hey I've been thinking about this a lot and I wanted to ask you, do you think George was on the autistic spectrum?

Hi there, I apologise for such a late response.

You know, I've thought about that as well. A lot actually. I've been told I could be autistic but haven't been officially diagnosed, so I won't speak on that, but I am neurodivergent. One of the things which drew me to George in the first place was the fact I could relate to certain qualities he had which point in that direction. Namely the way he became obsessive about his interests -- immersing himself in research, watching the same films and tv shows over and over again, losing track of time, using them as a way of connecting with people, etc. and a strong desire for perfection in himself.

Examples of what I'm referring to:

"The thing about George -- and we all feel it strongly now that he’s gone off us -- is that he plunged into things. Whatever he got into, whether it was the sitar and Ravi Shankar or the Maharishi, he walked right in and never looked back." — Marianne Faithfull, Memories, Dreams and Reflections (2007)

"George had a really curious mind, and when he got into something he wanted to know everything." — Olivia Harrison, Rolling Stone (2011)

"When [Olivia] first met George she didn't know what George was talking about half the time, he was always quoting Python or ‘The Producers’. He used to say to Olivia ‘Ah my little Swedish bombshell’ which she explained she obviously didn’t look Swedish, but it was a line from the movie The Producers." — Olivia Harrison in Sydney, Australia (2005)

"Maybe there was just too much to do, but the house and the garden became an obsession with George. He found out everything there was to know about Sir Frank Crisp, how and why he built that extraordinary house and garden, why he wanted to re-create the Blue Grotto of Capri and build a mini Matterhorn in the Oxfordshire countryside. He wanted to get inside Sir Frank’s mind and fit into his old boots, and he seemed to want to do it alone. I can be obsessive, but then I get bored and need a change." — Pattie Boyd, Wonderful Tonight

Whether any of this actually means George was neurodivergent I don't know. It's always made me wonder though. It's difficult because not only do we not know George personally, the concept of there being a wide spectrum didn't become mainstream until after he died. There's such a lot of information nowadays which wouldn't have been available to him.

What you also have to consider is the influence of other factors such as experiencing extreme fame at a young age, growing up in post-war Liverpool, his family, and his introverted personality. He was often said to be very sensitive about his privacy and personal space, but I think most introverted people would struggle with that and being secretive was a common Harrison trait. He struggled to succeed within the school system even though he was smart, but he also grew up in a free-thinking household which would've made the rigidity of the outside world harder.

On the other hand you have quotes like this one from Olivia:

Q: Did George separate his private life from his life as a musician? OLIVIA: He didn’t separate anything, he knew no boundaries and was very open about everything, sometimes excessively so. Sometimes he said very funny, but rude things, and when I pointed it out to him, he just said, ‘I don’t have a private life, I just don’t know when you can say something.’ — Süddeutsche Zeitung (translated by Andrea of harrisonarchive) (2011)

What interests me about this is the last line where George says he "doesn't know when you can say something" and that he attributes this quality to being famous. The thing is, we know from various anecdotes he acted this way long before he was famous, and therefore it's unlikely to be the reason he had trouble knowing what was socially appropriate. His mum, Louise, had a reputation for her bluntness as well, so you could argue he got it from her, but I'm not sure that would hold up long into adulthood and after engaging in as many circles as George did. You also can't rule out the possibility of Louise being neurodivergent.

I've noticed all these parts of George come up repeatedly when his friends and family talk about him in every stage of life, and the suggestion he couldn't control it is mentioned several times as well, mostly by Olivia.

"When he opened up to you, he opened up completely. He didn’t know how to do things in half-measures -- which was really positive and sometimes really detrimental to himself." — Olivia Harrison, Mojo (2011)

"George really said everything that crossed his mind. I used to say, 'You really can’t get a thought to your brain without it slipping out your mouth.’ And he was painfully honest. It was an endearing trait, but sometimes you hoped that he wouldn’t be quite as honest as he was going to be." — Tom Petty, Rolling Stone (2002)

To reiterate what I said before, I'm by no means qualified to diagnose anybody and don't claim this to be concrete evidence. However, I hope it might encourage people to take a deeper look into understanding George's behaviour. I find that because there isn't a traumatic childhood to point to, he's not given the benefit of the doubt or afforded the same sensitivity as the other Beatles. People are much quicker to assume he acted out of spite and analysis of him is shallow.

Thank you for the question and giving me a chance to pull my thoughts on this together! If anyone would like to add their thoughts please feel free to share.

#george harrison #the beatles #asks #personal #winston-ramone #olivia harrison #tom petty #quote compilation

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timidxtempted · 5 months

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It's never just a carrot.

I was standing in my kitchen this morning looking out at the garden. The only bed that I can really see from that vantage point is the carrot bed. That's not a complaint, the carrot bed is actually my favourite one.

I like carrots. Always have.

They're delicious pretty much any way you eat them. Lots of good things for the body. Easy to hide in food for people who (for whatever reason) don't like veggies. Honestly, one of the first things I remember wanting to grow when I thought of trying to grow anything.

It turns out that growing carrots is a lot more complex than I thought it was going to be just from reading about it. Like most things, lived experience often veers off the course of what the research tells you.

Is your soil fertile? Is it balanced? What are the boundaries of the space you are growing? What are your favoured varieties? Will they grow well together? Do you have enough light? Do you have enough shade? Are you ready to dedicate yourself to watering, and to fertilizing and pest control?

Are you ready to do the work?

Make no mistake, it is work. The carrots in a garden don't just appear for your use with zero - or low - effort. Lots of work before you get to partake. It's hard work that needs to be consistently done. If that effort isn't maintained, the crop won't be very fruitful and you might not have them when you need them; alternately, your carrot won't be viable - it might just wither in the ground.

But you! You did the work.

You learned as you went, made adjustments... hardest of all - you learned that you didn't have to tend the garden all by yourself.

Good for you!

So now that you have a gorgeous fucking crop of carrots, everything is wonderful and you can stop working so hard! Right? Everything is planted and look at all the lovely green growing up out of the ground... and "oh I have carrots here, I'm covered for all happy carrots, everything is great and I can kick my feet up because look at all the carrots!"

Mmmm.... Carrots. We are all set.

Hold up, hoes.

Lo and behold, one day you need a carrot while you're trying out a new recipe. You go and pull one out and it's the most wonderful, beautiful carrot and it's perfect and bright and full of nutrients and oh-so-good-for-us-ness... you talk about how excellent the conditions are for your carrot, and how healthy your garden is and eat together in happy-joyful-floaty, well earned satisfaction.

Delicious.

Enjoy your healthy garden!

Next time you are cooking up a storm, you suddenly need another carrot and you run to the garden to pull one and... it's ugly and twisted and there's dirt caked in a crack down the side of it and why does it look hairy? But that's the carrot you have and you use it because... you. need. a carrot.

This time, you discuss the garden conditions and the soil amendments. You make the choice to add and change and adjust and grow with your carrots... You let the fucking difficult carrot teach you how to cultivate a better garden. You share your meal, and it is made no less nurturing or nutritious by the ugly carrot; in fact, it is made even more delicious and fulfilling by the work you have put in to enhance your garden... by the choice to secure your future full of delectable, lovely carrots.

Each time you pull a carrot - be it perfect or ugly as hell, each time you talk about pulling a carrot, each time you tend to your carrots... you can make the choice to improve your garden as a whole. You can make the decision to apply what you have carrot-learned to how you handle other issues you might someday come up against with your lettuce, or your beans.

Hey, something just occurred to me...

Kinda the same with safewords, isn't it?

Who'd have thought that carrots and safewords would have so much in common?

Are you ready to do the work?

To prepare your soil? Plant your seeds? Tend your garden?

When you are ready... Use every single veggie or herb you pull... Every flower you pluck... to make your whole garden healthier, more nurturing...

Having to harvest your carrots is not a bad thing. Done with respect, with care, with mutually supportive intention, it serves to improve your garden.

Making it stronger. Resistant to pests.

Growing ever healthier and more resilient.

Sew.

Get fucking filthy.

Garden safe(word)ly on.

🥕

#i wrote a thing #for you...#lessons from the garden #doing the work #cultivating #magic things #not a garden dream #a garden reality #filthy fucking fun #safewords #communication #sharing harvests

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I don't know if this is going to be expanded upon in Apologies but... What's Adeleine's relationship like with Characters like Meta Knight Magolor and Taranza? I'm just genuinely curious as we don't see them interact with her like the others! I mean... We did see Taranza clean himself up and prepare to go talk to her, Ribbon, and Susie in Star Allies, but not much else.

(Also I just wanted to say, I love how She and Daroach have a little sister/niece/daughter like relashionship!)

Heck yes, Daroach is absolutely Adeleine's super cool uncle! (To contrast Dedede's goofy dad attempts!) He just seems to naturally knows how to be there when she needs it and give her space to grow when she doesn't while Dedede is still trying to figure out if he's going too far or not going far enough?! (Then again, Dedede's origional encounter with the siblings is what put him in that awkward position to begin with. We'll soon see a little more about how his "relationship" with Noir influences his relationship with Adeleine.)

Taranza, once he heard Adeleine's story, probably considered inviting Adeleine to one of his and Susie's "grief nights" ...and then remembered those sometimes (often) involve alcohol and inappropriate yelling and decided against it XD

He offered her a patch of his sizable flower garden instead, if she wanted to plant some flowers for Noir.

Honestly, he doesn't know how to talk to her as well as Susie does because, unlike the two of them, he didn't lose family. TLDR, he wants to be someone who can help and impress and make things better but is a bit too awkward to try.

He has better success with her older brother in the Alternate Timeline, because they have much morein common...

Speaking of! I have this ask on that subject!

Which was such a good idea, I wrote a little scriptlet for it!

:Noir in the gardens outside Castle Dedede, training: :Taranza floats up behind him, cordial: Taranza: "You're quite good with that."

Noir: "...You know your way around swords?" (I thought you were just another squishy wizard...)

Taranza: "Ahaha... Not me! My queen did though. She was...amazing. Glorious. Beautiful..."

Noir: "Oh, right. I remember you now. You're the guy who merc'd his own...!"

:Noir claps a hand over his stupid mouth: :Taranza looks away: :Noir, ashamed:

Noir: "...Sorry. At some point, I got stuck in the habit of trying to push everyone away on purpose and now...I don't know how to talk to anyone without shoving my foot in my..."

Taranza: "No, it's fine. In fact... it's true. Truer than how most people would phrase it."

:Folds his hands, reflective:

Taranza: "I can lie to myself that the corruption made her a different person but...I know better than anyone that she was still..."

:Noir interrupts him:

Noir: "...She wasn't any different! I could still see her in there! She was calling to me...! Why couldn't I...?!"

:He stops before he breaks down again: :Taranza smiles faintly, sensing a connection building:

Taranza: "I've heard a little about you too. You and...your sister. Has it been hard to talk to the others about?

:Noir trying to play indifferent but struggling: Noir: "...What's there to say? They've already told me it's not my fault."

Taranza: "Do you believe them?"

Noir: "..........No."

Taranza: "Mmm..." :He turns away from the camera:

Taranza: "'I gave her the gift.' 'I wasn't watching her closely enough.'"

:Noir stares at him in disbelief: :It's like he's speaking Noir's mind aloud:

Taranza: "To the others, it sounds like I'm wallowing in my guilt. But to me... it's not something so emotional as 'guilt.' It's just my reality."

Noir: "..."

:Taranza, smiling:

Taranza: "I didn't meant to interrupt your practice however!"

:He starts to leave before Noir stops him:

Noir: "Hey, uh...! What if... there was someone... I wanted to talk to about this...? Would that be...cool?"

Taranza: "It would be excellent! I'm always open for company on the weekend for tea and knitting!"

:Noir cringes in 'guard down' way he hasn't in a while:

Noir: "Tea and...knitting? Seriously...?"

Taranza: "It keeps your hands occupied!"

:Points at Noir's hands, curled tightly around the Rainbow Blade: :Noir admits defeat, giving the first signs of a potential smile:

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[Back to the Ask]

It's a similar deal with Meta Knight, really. It's not that he doesn't care, it's because he does care that he doesn't have a lot to say to Adeleine. Meta Knight is the "watch silently from a distance" type.

His attention is focused much more on Noir than Noir's remarkably emotionally well-balanced and together little sister.

As for Magolor...

I actually did write (another) scene with Adeleine and Magolor but it started to spin off in a direction I couldn't quite wrangle back into place, and I wasn't wholly satisfied with where it was going or what it was doing for either Adeleine or Magolor's characters so I scrapped it. Since I already dropped another script here, we might as well make this an Apologies AU script party and drop that one here too!!

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[Old Unfinished Thing]

:Adeleine steps inside the Lor:

Adeleine: "Magolor?"

:He is asleep on the console, murmuring:

Magolor: "...L-let...let me go... ...Help...me... Ki...rby..."

:She shakes him, worried:

Adeleine: "Magolor! Are you okay?!"

Magolor: "AH!?" "What?!" "Oh! Adeleine..."

:He calms down, finally seeing her:

Adeleine: "Sorry to surprise you. You asked to see me?"

:shockingly chipper given a second ago:

Magolor: "Yes, yes! It won't be long! I just need to 'fit' you for something!"

Adeleine: "What is it?"

Magolor: "I'm calling them 'dress-up masks.'

:Magolor points to the Lor's screen, showing the ones he's got already. They start to scroll by, renders of the masks' various 'models' showing up alongside them: :Adeleine, impressed:

Adeleine: "...Wow! You made all of these yourself? They're so cool!"

Magolor: "That's right! And every last one was snapped and modeled by yours truly! With the Lor here, I was able to hop back and forth across timelines like it was nothing!"

:Eyes closed, getting into his boastful story:

Magolor: "Some of these very VERY tricky to get of course! Not everyone wanted to be immortalized in the galaxy's BEST theme park! I got in a couple of fights... Won them all, of course!"

:He trails off when he opens his eyes and realizes Adeleine is staring at the Dark Matter Blade mask and model: :Magolor, pensive:

Magolor: "I heard... from Susie, that is... ...that unusual looking Dark Matter...was your brother?"

:Adeleine nods slowly:

Adeleine: "Noir..." "You...met him? While he was like that?"

:Adeleine, frightened to ask: :Magolor reads this emotion on her:

Magolor: "Yes! He was...strong! Truly a noble warrior! The toughest I ever faced! You ought to know I barely got out of there with my...!"

:Adeleine's expression sinks: :She knows Magolor is making stuff up for her sake:

Magolor: "...Sigh."

:He taps a button: :text appears beside the image: :the label "Dark Matter Clone" now displays beside the mask:

Magolor: "I couldn't do it. It's not him up there. Not your brother. Not...exactly. I snapped a recreation from another timeline. One without emotion. I did try to go back there. Back to the source."

:His expression tighens:

"But what I saw fighting Kirby in those dark skies... frightened me."

:He turns off the mask display:

"...Because I've been there."

Magolor: "I made a decision when I started this project: I wouldn't shy away from anything. Even the bad. I felt that everyone, like me, deserved the chance to own up to their sins and become free."

Magolor: "...But I'm a hypocrite."

:He taps at several more keys in a row: :A model shows up on screen as Magolor turns away from it:

Magolor: "Because there's one mask missing..."

:This model has no accompanying mask: :Magolor Soul's haunted expression stares back at the camera:

Magolor: "...I can't stand to look at it. To remember. I couldn't just neglect your brother but, honestly? I can't stand to see him either."

"Do you think I'm an awful person?"

:Magolor's own face reflects the haunted, mauled smile of his soul:

Adeleine: "...No. An awful person wouldn't have felt bad enough about lying to tell me the truth. ...Even if it's unpleasant."

"I'm not sure I'm ready to hear pleasant stories yet. I only saw him once and I was so scared, I ran away. Maybe...if I hadn't, if I'd tried to reach out to him, he'd still be here in some form...?"

(For your sake, Adeleine, I won't repeat the things I saw or heard that night. I'm sorry if that means you'll never know your brother's last moments. But I can't...I'm not ready to face that part of myself yet.)

...

[//ANNND like I said, this is about where I realized that not only had this gone on way too long and I had no ending in mind, these two had gotten massively OOC over the course of it and cut the story here!]

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TLDR, Magolor is usually pretty good with kids and pretty good with "faking it" too but he's also something of what we would call a "bad adult." That said, Magolor's status as a non-paragon means that he can give her a perspective NONE of the good adults WILL give her.

Which is valuable.

(It's just not the one above. Because I don't like that XD )

PS: Since Apologies actually crosses over into Salty French Bread(!!) it ought to be said that unlike her brother, Adeleine thinks Marx is the cutest, funniest little guy and because Adeleine loves him so much, Marx in turn loves playing silly tricks with Adeleine like eating all her crayons and then splitting in two to create a rainbow.

...

Oh? What's this?

Are you still here?

I suppose since I'm giving out Apologies script bits in this post there's no harm in delivering a final little tidbit. Like the above, this monologue is also NOT Apologies Canon, but if we have any fans of mindbreak + horror in the audience, you might enjoy this brief (non-canon!) potential exploration into Noir's mind during Arc II...

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Stop.it.Don't.make.me.remember.who.I.am.because.being.****.is.only.pain.Even.without.this.thing.twisting.inside.me.breathing.through.every.pore.of.my.body.I.can.feel.myself.dying.every.time.it.moves.But.no.matter.how.much.it.hurts.I.never.just.die.I'm.not.brave.I'm.not.unstoppable.I'm.afraid.and.I.want.it.to.stop.Mom.dad.why.did.you.have.to.leave.us.alone.I.didn't.ask.for.any.of.this.********.Where.are.you.right.now.I.can't.hear.anything.I.can't.see.anything.Only.darkness.No.stars.Please.don't.find.me.********.God.you.have.to.stay.away.because.where.I.am.there.is.only.darkness.Only.darkness.********.Only.dark...

********... ****...**...

#Apologies AU #Apologies AU AU #Noir (human-form DMS)#Taranza + Noir is Apologies Canon #Adeleine + Magolor and the Dark Matter!Noir are not #(They are not canon because both of them...#...ruin the Siblings personalities too much for me...#...Magolor too. But people may enjoy them anyway! >.< )#CW: Angst #Magolor #Taranza #Dess fanfic #Long Post #Meta Knight #Adeleine

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balkanradfem · 10 months

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So I haven't made many garden updates because of my mental health, I went into survival mode for a bit, but now things are looking up, so I have things to share!

The garden has started producing zuchinnis monstrously, I've somehow managed to get more than 6 zuchinni plants which is a Mistake and I should have known better. I've ran out of ideas so I've been looking online for recipes and then I found this video, which I believe is the most sinful video ever created, if you're into women and wanting to get severely tempted then and only then watch this.

I've managed to get poisoned again, nobody is surprised, but this time I didn't do anything except eat food that was more than 24hrs old, I thought it would be fine, it didn't taste like it went completely bad, it was more like, on the edge. I think it happened because I put raw chives in it, and it was like, a blended soup, so maybe I just shouldn't do that. It took me 2 days to recover, I'm alright now.

The rest of the garden is doing so bad it's kinda funny, I haven't been taking care of it like usual, and I've found myself not having enough seeds of everything I've wanted, like green beans, peas, potatoes, so I've decided to plant what I have, only to get seeds, without actually eating those things. I also want to learn to grow potatoes and onions out of seeds, I've never done it before but I'm very excited at the prospect! My potatoes are not currently flowering but I saw a big field of potatoes and they all had flowers, so I'm planning to just sneak in there and steal a few potato fruits - nobody here is growing potatoes from seed anyway and the fruits are very poisonous. (I will not eat them don't worry).

I've gotten a decent harvest of garlic, I'm very happy with it! I got above expectations amount of chamomile, and I got gifted a whole lot of thyme. I'm in the process of drying strawberries for winter and I love how much I've got already. Next zuchinnis to get harvested will get dried too, and then finally, I'll dry cherry tomatoes as well. I can't wait to have a stash of dried goods again, they were invaluable last winter.

My tomatoes are looking pretty bad this summer, and that's not usually the case, I wonder if it's the bad weather, or I just haven't done enough fertilizing this year. I've gotten a few tiny ones from my balcony, where I'm having a few dwarf tomatoes grow, but they've also been doing bad, and they seem to be dying already. Peppers are still tiny little things and I only hope that eventually they start to grow properly. Beans, on the other hand, are doing great, they've taken their space and they're ruling their lands, climbing up to the skies and creating tons of produce. I'm checking every day to see when I can start a harvest, I would absolutely love some beans.

I feel like this year is a preparation more than a great gardening year; the beans will fertilize my soil, the lessons I've learned about planting in strawberry beds will help me do a better job next year, the tiny amount of green beans and peas I've planted will give me the seeds to plant big amounts next year, and if I learn to grow onions and potatoes from seed, the next year I will have more than enough, and I will have the knowledge to keep producing these things forever, without ever having to worry about seeds again.

If anyone has recipes for zuchinni that only require potatoes, flour, garlic and spices, I'd love to know! I have poisoned myself with soup so I have to hit the pause on that. Once I get tomatoes and peppers it will be pizza time!

#gardening #garden progress #growing food #weirdly bad year for garden it seems #or its just because i refuse to buy seeds #but I want to LEARN how to garden without buying stuff ever!#and i feel like i'm on a good route even if i poison myself a little here and there #also WHAT IS WITH THAT VIDEO #i've watched it few minutes ago and i am NOT OKAY #my brain is lost in lesbian lust #and i don't know if the video was meant to make me go insane but it did that job really well

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s0ckh3adstudios · 1 year

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Imagine if Sunny (Omori) was in Chara's spot (Undertale). Just think about it...

Sunny manages to run away from the recital argument. In tears, he runs upset and angry away to the mountain to hide away. Maybe at that moment he feels like he wants to disappear, and he knows the legend of the mountain is that people disappear.

Sunny is upset with himself, with how he could never be enough. He was angry at Mari for supposedly being so perfect, for pushing him so hard. And so Sunny's own version of hating humanity began to grow. That he thought he was forced to do things, stay away from friends and practice, that he had to be PERFECT and PROPER and OBEDIENT. And he started to resent Mari for being perfect, resenting her for pushing him to be perfect, resenting her for being strict and angry and expecting so much.

When he gets to the cave, he didn't mean to trip and fall. But when he did, he accepted his fate in that moment. He never expected to survive the fall, though injured.

When Asriel found him, Sunny was in a daze. His head hurt and it all felt like a fever dream. But when he eventually became more conscious and made it to Asriel's home, he was TERRIFIED. While his injuries were healed and patched up, he hid away in the house. But of course, Sunny would come to fear the Dreemurrs less.

Sunny and Asriel would become brothers! After spending plenty of time there, Sunny was soon adopted. He felt at home. Was it perfect? No. But he felt comfortable. Asriel and Sunny were very close, not just because Asriel already didn't have many friends. Sunny was quiet, he was a good listener. They drew together and read books and played in the garden. Sunny didn't talk too much about his home on the surface, but Asriel respected his privacy. Asriel thought Sunny was very cool, and Sunny loved Asriel as a brother very much. He would sneak into his bed if he had a nightmare.

Toriel was a doting mother, though she of course wasn't perfect and didn't know quite how to raise Sunny at first. But she always made sure he felt loved. Asgore treated Sunny like his own child from the beginning, giving him bear hugs and sharing tea. Sunny was away from all his stress, and now lived in a fantastical world with a fairytale family.

He probably lived with them longer than Chara. Getting there when he was 12, he at least stayed until he was 15 before... Sunny wanted to give back. It wasn't fair that the monsters were stuck underground where they could never see the sun. Sunny was supposed to be an Angel of sorts. He felt like he had to do something.

So, Asriel and Sunny formed a plan they were both hesitant about. Sunny would die, Asriel would take his soul and absorb it, and they would cross the barrier to the surface. And they did. They planned to visit a hospital where people were already dying, and they would get the souls they needed. But then they passed by Sunny's old friends. Sunny, in this state, was angry. He couldn't help himself, and he lashed out.

Asriel did his best to hold Sunny back, both of them in tears. In the end, they hugged in their shared mind space and promised to go home. But Asriel was already too injured from humans fighting back.

When they returned to the underground, Asriel faded to dust and Sunny's consciousness fell into a deep slumber.

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And then ghost Sunny shenanigans with Frisk?! I think it'd be funny if Frisk was like. Hero and Mari's future kid or grand kid.

Anyway I like this idea a lot, feel free to reblog with your own inputs haha

#sock talk #omori #omori au #omori sunny #undertale #undertale au #undertale asriel #undertale toriel #undertale asgore #omori mari

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optimistc-apathy · 1 month

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Before anything else, I am a writer.

I would also call myself a singer. Or a textile artist, maybe. I could be a sibling, or a friend, or a student, or a baker, or a gardener, or a cook. There is an incredible number of labels you could put on me that would fit.

When I was a kid, I would deny so vehemently that I ever wanted to be a writer. I used to read like it was breathing, and when my relatives would interrupt me in the middle of a story to ask if I'd ever want to author one myself, I would tell them that reading and writing were two different things, thank you very much, and just because I was a reader didn't mean I was a writer.

But, through that love for reading, I ended up figuring out what the phrase "Stockholm Syndrome" meant much younger than you might expect. Think eight or nine, after reading the "Series of Unfortunate Events." Which, if you didn't know, is a notably bad place to garner vocabulary. Lemony Snicket is in the habit of explaining words in a context entirely different from what they actually mean. Still, I have a vivid memory of sitting in a corner of the living room on Thanksgiving as a nine-year-old (reading, naturally), and hearing my sister's boyfriend ask my mom for clarification on the concept of Stockholm Syndrome. I looked up from my book and told him what it was -- much to the chagrin of my parents, who were wondering where I'd learned it.

It's ironic that it was a book that introduced me to the concept of Stockholm Syndrome, and that it was one of the few phrases that Lemony Snicket ever explained correctly. I doubt you're unfamiliar with it, but it means to be trapped or held captive by something, and to grow to love it anyway.

When I think about it now, I realize that it was inevitable that I learned to love to write. I also hated learning how to read, but my dad taught me before I even started kindergarten, and I loved knowing I was better at it than the other kids. It was my way of setting myself apart. I drank so desperately from the books I read that I couldn't help but fill myself with words.

And then, just as inevitably, they had nowhere to go.

That was the first part of my own experience with Stockholm Syndrome. I was folded into myself like origami, with so much to say and no space for it. Every word I'd ever read was crammed into my lungs, and I didn't know what to do with them. It wasn't until I found other people's writing (like Broadway shows I loved, intersectional queer lit, characters that looked and felt and breathed like me, etc.) that I ever wanted to make my own.

I didn't start writing until I was 13. I found my first inspiration -- and what it was, I'll never tell because lord, is it embarrassing -- and I made something out of it. It felt like reaching down into my chest and taking hold of something I barely knew was there and turning myself out onto the page, but in a different font. Whether that be Times New Roman or the chicken scratch I had going in 4 different notebooks simultaneously, there was always something to say. I could never get away from it. And, as the Stockholm Syndrome mention might suggest, I grew to love it.

There is a part of me now that is inextricable from my writing. I put words together to get feelings out, in a way that is both authentic to myself and more beautiful than anything I have ever been. I put words together to process what I've been through. I put words together to write lives that I've never lived, and I grow vicariously through them. I know that love exists because I write it into existence. I am all that I need to be through the words I put down.

At the end of the day, yes. I am fully and completely bound to my writing. I am trapped in a way that I will never experience elsewhere. I would be nothing without it.

But fuck, I love it.

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Mother Spore currently has my brain in a chokehold and hiveminds shot me an idea with the theme.

*As Mother Spore, Grian uses she/they. When not, Grian uses He/Him

The City was in lockdown. The rumors had finally come to the King's ears. A unknown plague had hit a multitude of villages, leaving odd plant life where it touched. Few reports mentioned a small obscured figure, hidden under a vail of pale roots, heading the invasion. Everything was rationed to prepare for the siege that would inevitably come.

Scar and Cub ran the only bookshop, in charge of holding the books with them and keeping notes on the rest. Cub kept up with that front, leaving Scar doing research on both known plants and strategy to combat it.

With everyone so caught up in it all, there was little time to relax. Late one afternoon, Cub was sorting out the books for the day when the door opened someone walked in. He turned to see a small blonde man, with a worn red sweater and the matching wings on his back - the tell-tale sign of an avian.

An avian? But they usually lived in the woods, not the hills. Has the plague forced them to flee as well? Why was he alone and not with a flock? How did he get past the guards?

His internal questioning got cut short when the stranger cleared his throat and asked if he was one who held the books.

"yes - me and Scar. You need something?"

"well, I found this." He opened his hand, and held out an innocent looking mushroom, tiny in his hand. Cub heard the frantic steps as Scar poked his head out, eyes tired yet wide.

"I found it near the wall. I thought that you would have anything on them."

"yeah we have some on-"

"Scar, the siege." Cub reminded him before facing the Avian again, "we can't give out books at the moment, I'm afraid: King's orders. But Scar can look into it, if that's alright with you?"

"Sure!" He gave the little fungi to Scar, "I'll come back tomorrow"

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The weeks that followed left Cub suspicious.

Every afternoon, the Avian, Grian, came back for any updates, and for a chat. They got to know him more, "Oh I live on the Eastern parts near the wall, it's great shelter against the sun!" and what he was storing, "just some chickens."

As he spoke more about where he came from, more and more details didn't add up. There was only a few little gardens left growing potatoes for the whole city, so holding any single animal, much less multiple,was near impossible without outside help. Plus why near the wall? Wouldn't he want as much space as possible to spread his wings?

He got along well with Scar, and Cub often overhead their conversations about whatever. This was something else that worried Cub, because recently he seemed... not like himself.

At first he wasn't buried into the books as much, which at first was great since he really needed a break, but Cub was surprised to learn that he had stopped after a near month of laser focusing on it. He looked more lost in thought, leading to bumps when he got distracted, and finally: he left one night for something, and hadn't return in two days - and took the mushroom with him.

Cub has decided enough was enough: There was a link between Scar's vanishing and Grian's little gift and was going to find out what. He set out to the Eastern parts, which led to a discovery of mushrooms had grown in the cracks where weeds were. Following them led to a shocking sight: a crack within the wall, hidden by shade and growing fungi, pale in the night

Dread started to build up as Cub went through. within the darkness, he could feel the stone above him suddenly disappear and widen out. Feeling the walls led to the wet sensation of the fungi and scrapped stone, and a horrific truth slamming into his brain: it was hollow! It had eaten through! Looking up he saw little holes where the moon shone though, revealing that pale fungi and pockets of odd ground.

Suddenly, a sharp hand grabbed his shoulder and viciously spun him around into the light - he was face to face with her. The pale roots draped over their face, leading down to what was a graceful article of clothing, but was so covered in mushrooms and moss that it was hard to tell what exactly. A crude caricature of wings, made by the roots and veins, hung limply behind them. But the way she held themself, the blonde hair...

"G-Grian?!" Cub asked in pure shock. Grian; mastermind of the plague?!

"oh thank the stars, it's you." The hand loosened its grip on him, "We were wondering when you'll hear the call too"

"The call? 'We'? Wha-" bewilderment came then left his face as he remembered why he came here, "Scar- Where's Scar?! What did you do to him?!" anger started to flare up, but the hand came to shush him.

"He's fine Cub, don't worry. He bound to the mycelium quite well. It's been getting lonely with just me; now it can be me and you two!" Small shoots sprouted out from their shoulders as she clapped with excitement at the proposal.

"Whatno! Why would I join your- your Hivemind?!" He backed away.

Cub was surprised to see her reaction as one of sadness rather than anger at his refusal, "Cub, I like you. Plus you make Scar happy, which makes me happy too." She held out a small mushroom, much like the one she gave Scar all those weeks ago.

"Join us Cub. We're friends, right?"

~🪶

Cub hates to call himself a coward. He's been steadfast in his research, determined to find a solution before this can hurt anyone else. Before it could hurt Scar.

And yet.

"Friends don't lie to each other," Cub replies. Because that's what hurts the most. He and Scar cared about Grian, whoever he was. They cared about the funny avian who liked spending time with them. Who seemed to take the situation seriously, who they'd both opened up to on some level. Cub had watched him listen to Scar ramble about all the things he'd learnt with a fond smile. Cub had smiled at the sight too.

Just like she smiled at him. Now, her hand draws away, that hurt still in her eyes.

"It was necessary!" She cries. "I didn't want to scare you."

"Funny way of doing that, funny way." There's so many things in Cub's head that he wants to say. The sharp spike of betrayal, the grief for a lost friend and for Scar. "I'm going to stop you. I'm going to stop this."

"Scar is happy, you'll be happy-" She steps forward, arms outstretched in what should be a welcoming gesture. It feels like a snare.

"We fell in love with you, you know?" Cub states. "Don't come to the library again." He turns, kicking at the mushrooms growing around his feet.

"I'll be everywhere, eventually," she calls after him.

Cub doesn't turn around. "I'll be waiting."

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #cubfan tag #scar tag #convex #griconvex #mycophobia tw #unhealthy relationship tw #🪶 anon #mod 🎀#weekly theme: bookstore au

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