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Submitted by @my-anime-garden : Hi, i was wondering if you would ever consider writing a Kirishima Eijirou x Midoriya Izuku x Reader Ive been trying to find one or anything but i cant find anything and i’m really about to have a breakdown down your my last option 🙏🏽

Hello lovey!! I do plan on writing a Midoriya x Reader x Kirishima, which is funny cause i often pit Izuku and Eijiro against each other. I just don't have time to work on it right now because I'm busy finishing up my DILF Eijiro short story and my main fic for the moment, Prey. But...

here's a small snippet of it. I do have to warn you, it is Omegaverse, so I apologise if it is not your tea.

The New World That We Create - Snippet

Alpha Kirishima Eijiro x Omega Fem!Reader x Alpha Midoriya Izuku

Warning: OMEGAVERSE, Sci-Fi, Anime: 7 Seeds AU

Kirishima stood by the entrance onto stage in the dark, watching as the president of the bunk spoke to the crowd and cameras that were distributing footage of the announcement to the entire bunker and other countries. He kept his posture straight as he tried to calm his racing heart. He was dressed in a new set of combat uniform. It was entirely white with the Japanese flag on his breast pocket. He felt rather important in it but also the suffocating pressure that came with it.

“Cadet Kirishima.” Kirishima turned around to see Midoriya approaching him, dressed in the same uniform. The tall green-haired Alpha bore a sharp grin on his face as he met the other prime backstage.

Midoriya Izuku was one of the only other Prime Alphas in their generation. A tall green haired man with freckles that danced all over his skin like the constellations they had only ever seen in books. Midoriya had specialised in relations and crafts. He was exceptionally good with his hands and planning, Kirishima having seen him submit practical architecture plans to lecturers that were basically flawless.

Kirishima grinned, both of them bowing their heads to one another. “Cadet Midoriya, man am I glad to see you.”

Midoriya chuckled as he nodded his head. “Likewise. I’m glad we’ll be leading Pack A together.” He confessed. The green haired Alpha put a hand to the back of his head as he scratched his head. “Actually, I was surprised they put two primes in one pack.”

It was an odd arrangement from leadership, considering no other country had decided to do that for their teams for Operation Origins. Kirishima couldn’t help but agree, as he nodded his head. “It is rather strange, but I’m not complaining if they see our odds are better.”

Midoriya nodded with a smile on his dimpled face. “Absolutely.”

“Kirishima, Midoriya.” Both Alphas turned to look at the person who called their names. The man who was wearing a backstage headset, motioned towards the steps that led up to the platform where the briefing was happening. “You’re up.” He notified them.

Kirishima nodded his head as he looked to Midoriya. Both Alphas shared a look before filing towards the steps. This was their moment. It was something that would go down in history of their achievements and a sacrifice and great honour that they were doing for their country.

“Now, we have our Head Alphas for Pack A of Operation Origins, Kirishima Eijiro and Midoriya Izuku!”

The stage lights were bright but so were the camera flashes. It was mostly just journalists and TV crews in the room currently with the higher ups leaving the stage to the two Primes. Kirishima walked up first moving to stand by the table in front that had seating for three people. Midoriya positioned himself beside Kirishima as the both of them bowed, before heading to sit down. Kirishima sat to the far left and Midoriya to the far right.

It was times like this where Kirishima was reminded of his size, noticing how small the microphone seemed.

Before either one of them could speak, Ms B, the vice-president of the bunker spoke again. “We also have our Head Omega for Pack A, L/N Y/N.”

Midoriya’s eyebrows twitched as he turned to look at wherever you were coming up from. From the opposite side that the two Alphas had came from, you came up the stairs. Instantly, you had both Alpha’s attention. You were dressed in the same uniform as them, scent patches prevalent on your neck as you walked uniformly over to the table. Both Alphas stood up at the sight of you.

You bowed at the waist towards the crowd before turning to the both of them. You looked at the large Alphas before you. You had seen their profiles and had seen them briefly in the canteens and around, but you had never been so close to them. They were huge, larger than life and were packed with muscle. Even with the scent blockers, you could tell they had strong scents. You reminded yourself of your training as you dropped your head, displaying your neck in submission as you bowed before the both of them.

Kirishima had to fight every instinct to walk over to you, snatch those scent blockers off your neck and sniff you. He kept his hands balled up at his side. Midoriya ran a tongue over his aching canines but bowed along with Kirishima, respectfully so.

You walked over to sit between the both of them, the three of you sitting together at the table. You realised you just reached their shoulders when sitting let alone while they were standing.

Ms B smiled at the three of you together before stepping to the side. “We’ll now be taking questions.”

At that, an uproar started, everyone wanting to ask the three of you questions about this expedition. You were aware of the fact that this would happen which is why you were all sent a file briefing you about everything you needed to know about the operation. But you did know that most likely than not, there would still be questions that would take you by surprise.

Midoriya motioned for someone to answer. “Cadet Midoriya, how does it feel to be selected as one of the people to be sent on Operation Origins?”

Midoriya leaned forward towards the microphone, he hesitated before letting out an amused scoff, a gleam of sharp canines flashing towards the cameras. “I honestly, do not know what I am doing here.” He answered bluntly getting a giggle from you and a laugh from Kirishima. “This is an honour beyond words, and I couldn’t be more excited to embark on this journey into he unknown with my comrades beside me,” He motioned to you and Kirishima. “And all those that will be under our leadership.”

“How is the list of people you are taking with you look like?”

Kirishima decided to answer this one as he leaned forward, his hands resting on the table. “We are very lucky to have the best of the best in our chosen pack. They have already been informed but the list will be made public tomorrow morning. I can only truly speak on the masc side of things that we have a great roster of talented mascs that know what they’re doing and are good at what they do.” Midoriya nodded his head in agreement to what Kirishima was saying.

“Cadet L/N?” You let out a questioning chirp, tilting your head to the side. Kirishima and Midoriya both let out chuckles along with some others in the audience. “What about the femmes? What do you all bring to the table?”

It took you a second before an amused chuckle came out of your throat. A smile was on your face as you looked to the Alpha that had asked the question. “What do we bring to the table?” You asked again as you moved to place a hand on the microphone in front of you. “I’d like to remind you that Operation Origins means nothing without my femmes. We are the backbone in which the future of our beautiful nation that is Japan, is based on. Just based on us being femmes alone, regardless of the vast skill set we have, we are a pivotal part of this operation. So we don’t bring anything to the table, we are the table.” You emphasised.

Midoriya and Kirishima glanced at one another from atop of you. Both Alphas gave a slight smirk to one another, thinking the exact same thing. You were quite the strong voice. They were interested in getting to know you better after the questions, considering how well you could handle that question on your own.

“What are your thoughts on two Prime Alphas in the same pack? Considering no other country is yet to have done so.”

You hesitated to answer this one. You looked at Kirishima and then up at Midoriya. You shifted in your seat, moving to cross one leg over the other. “Thank you for reminding me how small I am.” You joked making the two Primes laugh. “I have no grievances nor worries when it comes to this department. Cadet Midoriya and Cadet Kirishima have given me no reason, based off of what I know of them, to doubt that they can’t handle this mission nor each other. I personally think it was a smart move keeping them in the same pack and as Head Alphas in the same position, removes competition between them.” You answered honestly. “As long as they behave themselves,” You glanced at the both of them, Midoriya looked away from you as if not promising anything, earning some chuckles from the crowd. You scoffed but continued. “I don’t see a problem, yet.”

Kirishima chuckled at your response but nodded. “Cadet Midoriya and I have worked together on a few group tasks amongst us mascs and I feel confident knowing we will be working together not only as leaders but as brothers. A Head Alpha’s role is to lead the pack in servitude but also in example. Between the both of us, I think we can handle that role just fine.”

“And when it comes to the Prima being your Head Omega?”

Midoriya turned to look at you, his eyes moving up and down briefly before a sly smirk was on his face. “As long as she manages to behave herself…”

You looked at him with a shocked expression, earning deep laughs from both Primes and other Alphas in the crowd. Kirishima leaned over to you with a humoured smile. “He was kidding.” He told you but you just scowled at him.

Midoriya let out an apologetic chuft towards you, however it was received with a hiss out of you. At the sound of your displeasure, although not deeply taken personally, Kirishima moved to place a hand to your back while Midoriya put a hand to the back of your neck, large thick fingers rubbing at your scent glands over your patches to calm you down. It seemed like their Omega studies had worked because immediately a purr erupted from your chest as you leaned into their touch.

With you now satiated and hopefully forgiven his joke, Midoriya continued as if nothing had happened, however his Alpha felt like preening in pride to be accepted by your Omega so willingly. “A Head Omega’s job is to head the femme side of the pack but also establish the emotional and functional part of the pack is being maintained. They are to listen and be respected just as we are. We have no doubt that Cadet L/N can do that.”

Both primes let go of you, making you shake your head trying to clear it from the hold they had on you. Regardless you could still feel their hands on your skin, which only made you press your legs closer together.

-Glitch1d

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breelandwalker · 1 year

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Strawberry Moon - June 3, 2023

Grab your baskets and your moon jars, witches - it's time for the Strawberry Moon!

Strawberry Moon

The Strawberry Moon is the name given to the full moon which occurs in the month of June in the Northern Hemisphere. The name is taken from the ripening of those little red heart-shaped berries we find in so many summertime treats. Strawberries are typically ready to harvest beginning around the summer solstice, though this will vary depending on variety, planting times, and local weather. The Strawberry Moon, sadly, does not turn pink to match the berries.

Other European names for this moon include Honey Moon, Rose Moon, and Mead Moon. Indigenous names for the June moon include Blooming Moon (Anishinaabe), Green Corn Moon (Cherokee), and Hatching Moon (Cree).

What Does It Mean For Witches?

Full moons are excellent times for bringing wishes to fulfillment and plans to fruition, all the more so under one named after a prolific berry. This is an optimal time to make things happen!

Your intuition may be stronger than usual during this time, so pay attention to those little inklings and gut feelings that won't be ignored. They might be telling you something important. Dreams may also be more vivid, though not necessarily more accurate or revealing.

This is a time to explore things that catch your attention or pique your curiosity, and to let yourself be open to new ideas and new opportunities.

What Witchy Things Can We Do?

With a full moon in the sky and the summer solstice hot on its' heels, it's time to prepare for a full bloom. Here's hoping you've been nurturing those plans and seeds of growth you planted in the spring, because they're about to start flowering and the way is clear to sow the next stage of your plans. What they will be and what new prospects the summer will bring is entirely up to you.

With the moon in Sagittarius again this year, it's a good time to look ahead to the future. Think on the plans you have in process and let yourself dream of how things might turn out. If you're inclined to journaling, make a note of how things are going so far and how you hope they'll turn out. Pick your favorite divination method and do a reading for the month ahead. (Make sure you write that down too so you can check back later!)

This is a great time to go berry-picking or flower-gathering, so check your area for pick-your-own farms or farmer's markets with local produce. Have a picnic with friends or just enjoy a quiet afternoon with your own thoughts and a few favorite treats. Make a jar of sun tea or a sweet and summery berry salad. If you're partial to strawberries, indulge that sweet tooth!

Strawberries are also excellent ingredient in spells for love, beauty, fertility, and emotional healing. Create a charm for self-love or perhaps to attract a summer romance. Enchant your favorite makeup or skin care products with a glamour of confidence. Just as expectant mothers once carried strawberry leaves as a folk remedy for pregnancy pains, you can carry a clutch of them in your pocket to help heal a broken heart or assuage the pain of grief. A packet of strawberry leaves is also a potent good-luck charm. Snack on strawberries to bring fertile abundance into your life, whether you're looking for creativity or opportunity or perhaps hoping to grow your family this year.

Charge your crystals and spell jars and moon water under the light of Strawberry Moon to catch the energy of blooming flowers, ripening fruit, wishes coming true, and carefully-laid plans realized. (If you're planning to use it for any consumables, please make sure you're using fresh, potable drinking water rather than rain or runoff.)

Spend a little time reflecting on how your year has gone thus far. Try to focus on the things that have improved and how you've grown as a person and in your life journey. Reflect on your accomplishments and what you plan to do next. Take a moment to be unashamedly proud of yourself for everything you've done and for making it this far despite everything life throws at you.

Happy Strawberry Moon, witches! 🌕🍓

Further Reading:

Strawberry Moon: Full Moon in June 2023, The Old Farmer's Almanac

Strawberry Moon 2023: The Spectacular Spiritual Meaning of June's Full Moon, The Peculiar Brunette

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison

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xnoctifers-eveningx · 1 year

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼 Wild Plant Lore 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼

Some notes from my BOS of weeds / local plants that can be used in one's craft. Includes magickal correspondences, traditional uses (medicinal and culinary), and some of their folklore.

Disclaimer at the end !!

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Acorns- the nuts of oak trees. They're made of one seed covered by a tough shell with a cap on top. These nuts can be eaten and are turned into flour to make breads and pastas. Much about acorns are unknown as they are mainly unused in everyday life, but we do know that they contain a high fiber content which has been used to treat bloating, diarrhea, stomach pains, and other digestive issues. Because these nuts come from oak trees they’ve been a symbol of great wisdom and longevity in many cultures such as Celtic and Nordic. Many people have worn necklaces with acorn charms on them to bring protection

• Protection, prosperity, growth, wisdom

Bull nettle- Thick stock and toothed leaves with stiff prickly stinging hairs, the flowers are small, white, and covered in hispid. The seed pods are lightly coloured and cylindrical, containing ~3 seeds. Touching this plant will cause a stinging, burning, or itching sensation that will last for hours. The seeds from the seed pods are edible and taste nutty but need to be harvested with extreme care as to not sting yourself. The seeds can be roasted or ground into a "cornmeal." The root of bull nettle is edible, it's similar to a potato but tougher and the core is so tough it should be discarded.

Binding, banishing, warding, baneful (to cause pain)

Cattails- Cattails are semi-aquatic plants that consist of multiple long spiked leaves with one center spike holding a sausage-shaped head that is filled with cottony seeds. Their rhizomes can be turned into a flour with a high protein content and the shoots can be cooked and eaten. The stems and leaves can be turned into paper. A poultice from the roots can be used as an antiseptic, for burns/cuts, and to reduce inflammation. When harvesting this plant please do not overharvest, it’s a very important part of a wetland’s ecosystem ! Also, always make sure the water near the cattails is clean because cattails filter pollutants out of the water so if you plan on consuming the plant, you could also be consuming those pollutants.

Fertility, growth, prosperity, peace, water-associated magick, cleansing

Catchweed- Also known as cleavers, hitchhikers, goosegrass, or sticky weed. Catchweeds are branchy, square stems that latch onto other plants and buildings with small hooked hairs on their leaves and stems. They have tiny, star-shaped, green or white-ish flowers with four petals. They also have small burrs that contain a few seeds that are covered in hooked hairs so they can latch on to animals to disperse seeds. For those who want to risk getting pricked, catchweed is edible. Young leaves and stems can be cooked and eaten like spinach. This plant is also in the same family as coffee, meaning that you can dry and roast the seeds in their burrs to make a lower-caffeine coffee substitute and teas. Poultices have been made with the whole plant, as with tea washes from dried leaves, in many cultures for light burns, small wounds, and eczema. It has a cooling effect so it’s also used in infusions for bug bites, stings, and poison ivy.

Energy, binding, commitment, protection during travel

Chickweed- Also called chickenwort/weed, winterweed, and simply ground cover as that’s its primary use in modern society. Long stems with pointed, oval-shaped leaves and tiny white star-shaped flowers that resemble carnations. Its star-shaped flowers earned it the botanical name “Stellaria media”. Its flowers and leaves are both edible and are very popular in salads, soups, and stir-fries. It has a taste similar to sprouts that you’d use in a salad. Chickweed salves are used for skincare, poultices for poison ivy, and teas for digestion. Historically, it's been used for skin ailments like itching, dry skin, and even bruises or bug bites from a tisane/tea of the stems applied to the affected area. In European folklore, it was said to help promote a happy, balanced family and love life. This is believed to come from how chickweed grows so closely with all its stems intertwined but in a way that promotes each part to grow healthy, so it promotes everyone in a household getting along with one another while having their own sense of individuality. It’s also associated with perseverance (like most weeds I’ll admit), this is because chickweed is seen growing everywhere, in yards, in forests, on piles of dirt. If it sees an opportunity, it’ll take it and thrive year-round.

Love, stability, loyalty, communication, lunar-associated magick

Clovers- white, balled flowers with three to four small, round leaves. Every part of this plant is edible, the leaves and flowers are sweet and vanilla-y so they are good in teas and sweets. Clover has been used to ward off fevers and used in tisanes/teas for inflammation. Clover has been associated with good fortune for centuries, especially four-leaved clovers. A shamrock is a symbol of a three-leafed clover representative of the Christian Holy Trinity, it’s also believed that the Celtic druids thought shamrocks to be significant because they had three leaves possibly representing the underground, earth, and sky.

Luck, prosperity, happiness, faith

Creeping Speedwell- Teeny tiny violet/baby blue flowers with light yellow middles, it is incredibly fast-growing and can be found in most yards. Speedwell is edible and good in salads, pestos, and smoothies. Tea is made from the leaves and flowers to help clear congestion, allergies, and coughs. Some add it to their baths to help with their allergies and inflammation, inflammation is also helped by a poultice. In some folklore, it’s said that a tea or ointment from speedwell could help one with psychic visions and faerie sight. Before I truly knew the folklore behind speedwell I had this sense that it would help with your clairsenses.

Abundance, divination, psychic/clairsense work

Creeping buttercup- Buttercups are toxic and will leave blisters when raw so they must be cooked or dried before being consumed, even then it's not recommended to eat. A poultice of the (boiled) leaves is used for inflammation and wounds and a tea from the plant is used for its analgesic properties, but be wary of the blisters that may occur. Buttercups used to be used to ward off faeries, many farmers would plant these around their cows to prevent them from being stolen from the fae. There are a lot of stories relating buttercups to cows which is very very cute but ironic because buttercups are actually toxic to many animals! For its many associations with children, fairies, and coyotes across various cultures it can also be related to mischief

Youth, happiness, love, protection from fae, mischief (jinxes/hexes/glamours)

Creeping charlie- Also known as ground ivy. Creeping charlie has square stems with dark, rounded or fan-shaped, toothed leaves. It has small blue or lavender, funnel-shaped flowers that grow in clusters of two or three in the spring. Creeping charlie is edible and has a long history of being used in beer and cheese, it tastes subtly minty as it's in the mint family. Young leaves are good in salads to freshen them up and it's also really good in teas and sweets. There is a risk of it being toxic if consumed in large quantities though. For centuries now it's been used in teas to calm a cough, been said to help with headaches, and has been used on the skin to reduce pain and soothe inflammation. Some have turned it into a snuff and used it for congestion, kind of like Vaporub. It was actually brought over from Britain to the Americas for its medicinal uses, now it’s one of those weeds people will spend tons of money trying to get rid of. Alike creeping buttercup, it’s said that some may have used this to ward magick from their livestock and themselves. Some say it’s good to use to find out who has cursed you or sent the evil eye your way and in some stories, people would drink it as a tea to get rid of their shyness.

Protection from magick and spirits, divination, clarity, courage

Deadnettle- My favourite weed :) Square stem, fuzzy leaves that occasionally are red/purple at the top, with tiny tube-shaped light pink flowers. Despite technically being a nettle, it’s not a true nettle so very few people will have a reaction when touching this plant. Deadnettle is part of the mint family and every part of it is edible, despite that though it's not very minty and is floral and sweet. My favourite parts are the tiny pink flowers which have sweet nectar in them and are good in teas, syrups, sweets, and jams. The leaves are good in teas, smoothies, pestos, and salads. A poultice or salve can be made from the leaves for wounds and teas can help with allergies. This plant is sometimes called purple archangel because it pops up around the Feast of the Apparition when it was said St. Micheal appeared. It’s associated with determination because this lil dude will grow anywhere, even in spots with the worst quality soil.

happiness, determination, peace, healing

Dandelion- Dandelions are bright layered yellow flowers with toothed leaves that grow pretty much anywhere there is enough dirt to get their roots in. The entire plant is edible, the flowers are slightly sweet making them good for salads, syrups, and sweet. The leaves are slightly bitter but that can be lessened when harvested young or boiled, they're good as spinach replacements and can be dried for teas. The flowers can also be turned into dyes. The plant's name can be literally translated to 'healing herb' as it has been used in many cultures for it's gut health and detoxifying properties. Teas and tinctures from leaves are made for a diuretic and flowers are made into salves or beauty products to treat acne/eczema and to reduce inflammation. About dandelions being diuretics - the name dandelion comes from the french name dentdelion (tooth of the lion) but there’s actually a second French name, “pissenlit”, which means piss the bed !!

luck/wishes, communication, balance, courage, youth

Daisy- Daisies are low-growing flowers with thin, long, white petals and yellow disc florets (middles). Common daisies are edible, these are really found growing anywhere even in your lawn. Leaves can be used in salads or stir-fries and flower heads can be pickled or used in salads. Wines, soups, and teas are also commonly made from daisies. The flowers have a slightly bitter taste but look pretty in dishes. Daisies have been used in teas for coughs, bronchitis, and common colds. It's also been used to "stimulate the digestive system" to promote appetite. Daisies have been into lotions and other skincare products to treat rashes, eczema, and other skin issues. Daisies came to be associated with love and motherhood through it being the flower of Freya, innocence/purity through the story of Vertumnus and Belides where the flower gets its scientific name, and purity the popular phrases like “fresh/clean as daisies”.

Happiness, cleansing, love, purity (cleansing), motherhood/childbirth

Feverfew- Feverfew are daisy-like flowers with bright yellow middles and white petals, with yellow-green leaves in a feathered arrangement, that grow in small bushes together. Feverfew is edible but many will steer clear of it as it has a very bitter taste. It’s often made into teas and used in pastries. Although feverfew isn’t used to reduce fevers anymore, there are still many health benefits and medicinal uses of the plant, some people even calling it ‘medieval aspirin’. People will take feverfew pills or apply a poultice to relieve pain from arthritis and inflammation. A poultice can also be applied to minor cuts, scrapes, and bug bites. Teas can be made for headaches and some use it to help with menstrual pain. Feverfew is also known to show some skin benefits by reducing redness and inflammation. Feverfew may increase bleeding as it acts similar to an anticoagulant, because of this it is advised that if you are taking a blood thinner like aspirin, Dabigatran (Pradaxa), Heparin (Innohep), or others, you talk to your doctor before taking feverfew. This plant has more medicinal uses than references in mythology but I did find a few references to it being believed to be able to save the life of someone that had fallen from the Parthenon, a temple to Athena, which gave it the scientific name parthenium.

Healing, curse-breaking, love

Lesser celandine- Also known as pilewort or sometimes fig buttercup. Pilewort is a plant on the buttercup family that has dark, heart-shaped leaves and bright yellow flowers with glossy petals. Despite its pretty exterior, touching the plant could cause rashes or blistering especially when the plant is crushed. Ingesting the plant can cause dizziness, vomiting, and worse. While there may be ways to cook out the toxins, I cannot advise anyone to consume this plant without proper experience. This plant is also known as the spring messenger as it's one of the first plants to bloom in the spring. Lesser celandine was referenced a lot in literature, most being about love and foreshadowing happiness alike how it signals spring.

Joy, love, Spring associated magick

Maple seed pods- Maple seeds, also known as helicopters or samaras, are the seed of maple trees, as one would assume. These are winged pods consisting of a papery tissue surrounding a single seed that is usually joined together in pairs of two. The seeds are edible once the outer covering has been removed and taste better while young, becoming bitter as they mature. Some say that smaller pods taste sweeter and larger ones taste more bitter. They're good in roasts, stir-fries, and salads. They can also be dried and pounded into flour ! Much of what we know about maple seeds are simply culinary and there's not much information on their medicinal uses. The majority of the correspondences of maple seed pods come from maple trees which represent balance and longevity. They also are associated with childhood after the many many years of children playing with these helicopter-like seeds.

Longevity, growth, balance, youth

Mulberries- Mulberries come in three different colours which are red, white, and black. Different mulberries grow on different mulberry trees. Black mulberry trees have an orange-y-toned bark with toothed, heart-shaped leaves. White/red mulberry trees have a greyish bark with large, deeply lobed, oval-shaped leaves. Mulberries look very similar to blackberries but longer with each cluster of fruit containing a seed. Mulberries are edible, black ones taste the best and can be both sour and sweet and the white/red ones are duller in flavour but sweet. These are made into jams, syrups, wines, sweets, sorbets, really anything sweet and it tastes great ! These berries are more known for their culinary uses but some studies suggest that they can help reduce cholesterol and improve digestion. In Greek/Babylonian mythology, red mulberries came from white mulberries that were stained red from the deaths of the star-crossed lovers Pyramus and Thisbe which gave them the association of love and death.

Love, death, faith, wisdom

Osage oranges- Also known as horse apples or hedge apples. Osage oranges are a yellow-green fruit with a very rough and bumpy peel. These oranges grow on trees called Maclura pomifera. The wood of these trees are used for very good firewood and yellow-green dyes. The Osage natives would use the wood from the tree for many things like bows and boats as it’s very flexible. The roots of the trees are sometimes made into water infusions to help with eye conditions. People have also used the wood, or even sat out the fruit, to deter insects. Osage oranges are edible but most people, and even animals, will avoid eating them due to their dry and bitter taste. They taste like very bitter and citrus-y cucumbers. These oranges can cause skin irritation to some.

Warding, protection, strength

Pinecones- Pinecones are geometric cones that come from conifer pine trees that produce pollen or seeds depending on their sex. Pinecones symbolize fertility and life in many cultures and have been used in artwork for centuries. The pineal gland in the brain was named after pinecones because of its shape, this gland is sometimes referred to as the “third eye” and some believe that it acts as a witch’s eye would; this is how pinecones were tied to the idea of enlightenment and rebirth as well as the fact that they have been around for so long. Some conifer cones are edible (some aren't!) but they are very tough to chew so you must boil them before eating, pinecone jam has been commonly made from young cones. Pine has been used in teas, tinctures, resins, and many other things to treat coughs, allergies, and help with sinus infections.

Fertility, creativity, prosperity, enlightenment, rebirth

Prickly lettuce- a quite tall, red stem that contains latex with large tooth-shaped leaves that have prominent veins and spikes lining its edges and main vein on its underside. When it blooms it has small, pale yellow flowers. This plant is edible and is pretty much used like normal lettuce while having a slightly bitter taste, as usual, this gets less noticeable as it matures. Leaves can be eaten in salads or cooked/steamed and the root can be made into a tea. The latex substance that comes out of the leaves and stem when injured is called lactucarium which is known as lettuce opium due to its sedative and pain-relieving properties; the process of harvesting this substance is tedious. This can be used to help people sleep, relax, and relieve pain. Lettuce in general has a great amount of significant historical usage. Lettuce came to be associated with sex because an Egyptian fertility god, Min, was associated with lettuce as it was known as an aphrodisiac that was ritualistically ingested before sex. These effects were due to the lactucarium. In Hellenism, when Adonis died he was laid on a bed of lettuce along with other fast-growing plants. In festivals for him, they would burn withered lettuce and mourn his death, this related lettuce to death.

Necromancy, offerings for the deceased, fertility, sex

Queen Anne's Lace- Also known as wild carrot. A tall flowering weed with a thin, stiff stem and tiny white, clustered flowers. The flowerhead consists of a bunch of separate flowers, some plants may have a singular purple/pink flower. Queen Anne's lace's root is edible which is actually where it gets the names wild carrot and Daucus Carota, it's good steamed and boiled. It is pretty stringy and if you wait too long to harvest it can become very hard and woody. This plant is NOT safe to consume for those who are pregnant ! The stem is known to cause skin irritation and rashes to people with sensitive skin. Despite being edible, most wouldn't suggest eating it because it looks almost identical to poison hemlock which if consumed could be fatal. It also looks a ton like wild celery but that's less of an issue. Historically, the seeds of wild carrot were used as an abortant in a "morning after pill" type of way. Wild carrot was named Queen Anne's Lace after Queen Anne of England who was a great lace maker, there is a legend that when making lace one day she pricked her finger then a single drop of blood fell on it and that's why the flower has a single purple flower. Because of the association to Queen Anne, some would use it to try to attract love or make themselves look more beautiful. Wild carrot is also called bird's nest or the bishop's flower which ties it to themes of safety and sanctuary.

Beauty, love, glamours

Rosebay willowherb- Also commonly known as fireweed for its appearance or bombweed because it began to heavily grow in bomb craters/sites in WWII around the UK. The rosebay willowherb has tall reddish stems and willow-like leaves with long magenta flowers. Traditionally it's been used in teas, jellies, and salads. It has a pretty bitter taste so you need to harvest it young and cook it before eating. It's used in teas for its demulcent properties, to treat certain stomach conditions, and has been used in skincare because of its astringent properties. There’s not much folklore about this plant but it’s well known for appearing after events that devastated an area, it was one of the first plants to start growing after Mt. St. Helens, after colonizers burnt down forests, and after bombs dropped in WWII. I’ve also heard it’s bad luck to pick its flowers, either stating that a storm will occur or your mother will fall ill.

Courage, perseverance, change, bad luck

Stinging nettle- tall, heart-shaped, toothed leaves. The leaves are covered in small stinging hairs that when touched will inject chemicals into one's skin and cause slight stinging sensations. Young stinging nettle has widely been used in dishes as soaking/cooking it takes away the sting. It is very similar to spinach in taste, texture, and nutrients. Ointments are made to treat arthritis and inflammation, teas are made from dried leaves and flowers to treat allergies and hayfever. Poultices of the leaves were used for stiff joints and muscle pain by helping blood circulation in that area. Be wary of using stinging nettle on your skin as it can cause rashes and blisters. Some Native American groups used it in teas as a stomach tonic. In Celtic folklore, it was said to keep evil spirits and illness at bay, it also says that when you see thick strands of nettle it means that faeries are nearby.

Binding, protection from baneful magick and evil spirits, strength, curse breaking

Sweetgum seed pods- Also known as witch’s burrs or witch balls. Sweetgum seed pods are hard, spikey seed pods with small holes where the seeds once were. These fall from sweetgum trees after they mature and disperse their seeds. These aren’t edible nor really used for any medicinal purpose. They’re often placed around plants to protect them from animals. Magickally, you can place them around your space to ward off unwanted energies and entities or even grind them into a powder for banishing or protection. These things hurt like hell to step on so they’re also good to use in baneful protection magick, like baneful wards or return to senders.

Protection, warding, binding, baneful protection

Violet- There are many species of violets so I'm going to cover them in a broad sense. Violets are usually small, light purple flowers with short stems, little shrubbery, and heart/kidney/scalloped leaves. In many species of violet both the leaves and flowers are edible and contain high levels of vitamins A and C, but make sure to properly identify your plant before consuming. These can be made into teas, sweets, salads, etc. Violet syrup is my favourite ! Some leaves in wild violets will taste quite soapy, so try them out before cooking them into anything. Violet leaves have cooling and anti-inflammatory properties so they are used in poultices, salves, compresses, and oils for scrapes, burns, and bug bites. Violets have traditionally been used in teas or tonics for coughs and swollen lymph nodes. There is a lot of folklore and mythology that this flower is a part of. Violets are largely associated with modesty and innocence and this stems from two main stories; Persephone was said to be picking violets when Hades kidnapped her to live in the underworld and in Greek mythology when Apollo pursued a nymph, Artemis/Diana turned her into a violet to protect her. There are also stories in The Bible that associate violets with modesty like when Archangel Gabriel tells Mary she is pregnant, violets bloom around her. This is why sometimes when a child dies, violets are put on their grave as a representation of their innocence. There are many other popular stories of violets turning to tears when someone is crying. They’re also associated with love from a story of Venus and Cupid and were believed to be an aphrodisiac in the Middle Ages.

Femininity, respect, wisdom, modesty, divination, love

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Disclaimer !!: Before you consume or use a plant medicinally, make sure you are 100% sure on the ID. Speak with a doctor before using a plant, especially if you’re pregnant, and make sure you aren’t allergic and that it won’t interact with any of your medications. Do not substitute legitimate medications with herbal remedies, this is not medical advice. Always do your own research before consuming or using a plant medicinally. Some of the plants, while generally safe for humans, are not safe for animals and children. As a general rule of thumb, younger greens will taste better. As the plant matures and bears fruit it will typically become more bitter, so the best time to harvest most of these is before it bears fruit. Make sure to avoid areas treated with pesticides and always wash your takings before use. And make sure you're never over-harvesting, always make sure there's another 'patch' of the plant your taking !!

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙯𝙚𝙣'𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after maki arrives in your home riddled in self-doubt, she learns your true feelings toward her.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - aged up!maki (25), making out, thigh riding, fem bodied reader.

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"I hate her."

When rage seized Maki, it had done so vigorously. She hadn't learned to handle the burning anger within her, though mostly due to upbringing. Although she'd found the strength to leave her family home while only 15, her twin had not forgiven her deep down. Another failed attempt at making amends with Mai, while Mai had only wished for retribution. Maki had tried her best at reconciling ten years on, but each attempt at forgiveness had been futile.

The fact Maki had hidden a wavering voice yet could not mask the defeated expression and glassy eyes had meant that she had not been angry. Even if she'd attempted to come off with a strict hate and displeasure, you'd been able to see through the facade. Deep down, Maki was heartbroken.

Rambling about the events just passed, she kicked her shoes at the door and made herself home. A small detail that made your heart melt; knowing Maki saw your house as a safe-haven. A place of comfort for her wounded heart.

The truth had been, your love for Maki had been far beyond platonic. Although you hadn't been able to pinpoint a where and how, you'd been left to live through an infatuation with your best friend. Your caring nature had been reciprocated by her protective one, a dynamic in which you'd wished would stem into romanticism, yet wouldn't push the boundary of friendship. Time spent alongside her had your skin prickling and heart racing, nights alone picturing a future in which you'd find the confidence to confess the sin of love.

When she'd paused in speaking, you'd realised you'd become lost in thought. Maki had awaited your response to her venting. Green eyes stared at you through desperation. "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to make it work."

Only a feeble attempt at reassurance had left your lips as the kettle came to boil, the click of the switch and bubble of water filling a heavy atmosphere. When pouring the liquid over tea, steam danced within the porcelain mugs. A temporary reprieve.

You brought the mugs to the table, seating yourself beside her defeated form. She rested on a knee, foot placed on seat, the other leg in a natural dangling position. Once settled into the worn out wooden chair, a cup before both of you, she continued.

"I just thought this time would be different." Her gaze dropped, fingers wrapping around the handle. "My own sister hates me."

"You don't need her." Spoken with brisk pace, you made sure to snub the flames of self-doubt from her mind. Of course, her pain had been valid - a deep cut loathing bestowed so clearly from the Zen'in's had to harbor negativity within her core, but you wouldn't allow the seeds to grow into anything more. If Maki needed to be reassured of her worth, you would provide. Even if that had meant daily, or hourly, you'd be willing to support the girl you'd loved.

"Hm." Her hum of uncertainty had bene voiced into the mug of tea, a sip of warmth and exhale of relief, appraising the beverage's comforting tone. "How are you, anyway?" Her question had ended in reluctant eye contact, a flutter of heart beneath rib as you'd stare back into her soul. "I'm fine, you know me." A nonchalant response, shrug of shoulders.

"That's it? Fine?" Maki sighed, a shake of her head. "I haven't seen you for weeks, and you have nothing to say?" She scoffed, a smirk of annoyance curving lips. "Don't act so humble. There has to be something you want to vent about." The sudden annoyance spurred on panic within you, mouth opening as your brain had attempted to throw together a response. "There's..." You trailed of in thought, grasping at straws. "A company party next week?" The raise of your voice had made the unsure statement more of a question, though Maki latched onto the topic, relieving you of stress.

"That's it?" Her exhale had mimicked a laugh, shake of her head. "Why are you being so timid?" Uttered under her breath, she ignored the confusion and instead pushed you further. "At least tell me something more, what about that hot manager - Nanami? Did he make any more moves?"

You giggled, tilting your head. "I'm not really interested." "So, what? You're gonna be single forever?" Her pressure had been unwanted, an awkward position she'd twisted you into without comprehending the complicated emotions plaguing you. Opening up about a love life would result in honesty - that being the only person you'd liked in over a year had been her. Though, even before now, past relationships wouldn't work out, lovers seeing through doe eyes and softened expressions directed not to them, but instead your best friend. There was no way you'd find value in someone that hadn't been her.

"I don't mind so much." Brushing off her accusitory tone, you glanced to the mug cupped between palms, debating on whether to take a sip. "What about Kugisaki?" She questioned you, eyes fixed on your defeated expression. "No, I like someone else."

Shit.

"Really? You like someone? Are they a real person?" Maki smiled teasingly, brow arched in both disbelief and excitement. "Well, who is it?"

You sat in silence, staring into the drink below you. Dying sunlight no longer reflected within the liquid, an orange glow cast over skin. You felt guilt toward Maki's enthusiasm, because you couldn't give her the answer she'd desperately wanted. Even if glancing to her expression had you considering telling the truth. She looked so pretty, after all.

"It's no one, really."

"I see." Maki's words were spoken quietly, a somber tone of defeat woven throughout her submission. She slumped back, finishing her tea while you'd been left to stare at your reflection within your untouched mug. "I want to tell you, I just-" Closing you eyes, you curse your own childish behaviour. "I can't."

Maki let out an exasperated laugh. "You're making it sound like it's me."

For a second, you'd doubted that her words had been the ones you'd heard so clearly. The desperation of wanting to tell her, mixed with the beaten-down expression and your need to comfort her had seemingly created confidence. From your perspective, her crossed arms holding her own body so tightly had made it look as if she'd been hugging herself. Perhaps, she had been.

Instead of sinking down further, denying the feelings you'd had and the ones she'd seemingly displayed if not a part of your own madness, you leaned toward her. Where words wouldn't suffice, you would still speak, fingers ghosting her cheek, face inching closer. There was some form of restraint as you'd grown only a centimeter away, a chance to allow her to voice disdain and push you away. Though, she'd only closed the gap.

Your lips had locked with hers, a gentle kiss and quiet smack of lips echoing through the kitchen. You'd supported the questionable position you'd contorted yourself into in order to lean over and kiss her - an arm on the table and the other the back of her chair while squatting to hover over your own seat. You'd pulled yourself from her in order to apologize, however two burning palms cupping each cheek had brought you back to her.

You'd been somewhat startled by the surge of courage she'd displayed, yet as you'd allowed the passion between you with lips molding against one another, movements became a frenzied show of affection. The controlling grasp she'd had set over your features had been brought rather aggressively downward, a tug over your sides to pull you atop her lap as lips parted further. Maki's tongue glided across your own shyly at first, a few flicks as if to test the waters between sloppy pecks. Though, spurred on by a limited taste of you, she'd been greedy to take more. Deeper, haphazard and messy kisses with an exchange of drool between both you and her had Maki's thighs clenching under yours, hands groping over your body as a desperate attempt for more contact.

She'd rested her grasp over your hips to guide you into a rocking motion, a hum lost in her moth when you'd felt friction in the place aching for it the most. Somewhere between smooth skin gliding over hers, the phrase bedroom had been uttered, lips parting and reconnecting before parting once more to allow movement. With fingers laced, you rushed toward plush sheets, though once through the door, hunger met with you first.

Her hands roamed you when kissing you again, slipping beneath the hem to clutch at clothes that needed to be discarded. T-shirt first, then the slip of waistbands, before the mattress sank with nude bodies intertwined. Maki straddled over one thigh while keeping on of her own pushed to your core. When leaning forward to place a kiss over your neck, her slick had rubbed over your leg, stifled moan lost against the curve of your shoulder. You'd felt every detail of her bare folds, wetness coating the fat of thigh as she ground her clit over you once more.

A buck of desperation on your own part had suddenly relieved the ache within your abdomen, a throbbing need of friction. As Maki moved against you, back arching, her chest pushed against yours. With each movement, her nipples grazed yours, a lewd action of intimacy that had both you and her clenching over the other. You'd let a louder moan at the sensation, and she'd smiled into the kiss. A breathy laugh fanned over your cheeks as if to call you needy - something she'd done many times before, less so in this context.

You'd whined over one another, drool coating glossy lips and pouring to surrounding skin. Kisses had become more an action of sucking over tongues, increasingly languid when focused on the rest of your body. Your hips juttered with less rhythm as you'd found yourself closer to release over her thigh, encouraged by the feeling of her cunt over your skin.

"Maki..." Against her lips, a warning spoken. As your stomach sucked inward, you'd tried to hold out a little longer. "Come with me." The whispered instruction had wavered on the last word as her mouth had widened, allowing tensed muscles to spasm when feeling your slick roll hurriedly against her, strangled moan echoing from your mouth.

Maki allowed her release alongside yours, hums of appraisal shared with each roll and buck, a squeeze over the sheets with each wave of pleasure.

Only when she'd left the warmth beneath her to instead lay beside you, blanket pulled over each body and chests finally rising and falling at a normal pace had words been spoken. The weight of actions setting in, a small laugh as you'd commented.

"I guess this means you like me too?"

not proof read,sorry!!

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masterofdumb · 2 months

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The Charlie Slimecicle Snacks, Diet, Skincare, Daily Supplements, And Workout RoutineTM

SNACKS

-IF BIG HUNGRY

- Get 1 and 1/2 pound of ground chicken -if still hungry, get another one- can put in low fat tortilla, add cheese, spinach, ect.

-IF SMALL HUNGRY

-Must be Greek yogurt, MAX three times a day, because one time you had too many and your tummy hurt and you kept doing it and your mom said you had to stop -can add fruit and chia seeds-if small hungry but you have already consumed 3 yogurts, then handful of nut -if still hungry, but not enough for ground chicken, enter post-yogurt, pre chicken gathering, aka squirrel mode- squirrel mode until you are hungry enough for big chicken

-EVERYTIME YOU NEED GAS FOR YOUR CAR

-Go into gas station, find refrigerator, find healthy section-Grab packet of two wet hard-boiled eggs, preferably with salt, if no salt, you can get packet of salt from the little table -If sad at gas station, get breakfast sandwich, look at eggs, 50% chance to get eggs, you will know if you want them or not, but even if not, look at them-Every second wednesday, when driving back from therapy, get muffin - not every wednesday get muffin, but always get eggs- look around to see if in sweet or salty mood, then go get the eggs-protein chips

-POST WORKOUT

-Once a week, after workout, treat time-usually a bagel- Asiago bagel, egg, bellpepper, ham, Chipotle mayo, and chedder cheese-can also be breakfast sandwich or muffin-rarely, can be a restaurant you haven't tried, go and get treat

-LATE NIGHTS, AKA YOURE HUNGRY BIT YOURE SUPPOSED TO HO TO BED

-after 9-10, past dinner, back in breakfast sphere- Eggs, turkey bacon, breakfast bites, fruits, ect-make eggs-either scrambled with spinach or cheese, can be with or without a wrap with meat - can also be an omlette- omlette is made with thyme and garlic pepper, NO SALT-can pair with turkey bacon, or finish with yogurt-can justify a 4th yogurt this late-tummy will hurt

-SKINCARE

-every morning and night-apply gentle foaming cleanser -must be specific to you, must work for your skin- once or twice a week, use exfoliating cleanser-for night specifically -apply retinol serum one every 2-3 days-apply 25 hrs peptide moisturizer, not too much, can cause breakout-use a Vaseline like substance on cracked or dry spots, including lips-for morning specifically -use vitamin c serum, paying extra attention to the space under your eyes and any discolored patches-after, use green tea face mask to release toxins, refreshing but unreliable and unsustainable

-DAILY SUPPLEMENTS-step one, two multi viramine gummies-Allegra, for anti inflammatory benefits and allegies-orange flavored vitamin c gummies-2 for 500 milligrams, 4, if on trip, for 1000 milligrams-difficult to overdose on vitamin c-take 1 fish oil pill to cognitive function and slipperyness-last one, a peach vitamin d gummy (best flavor)-if experiencing difficulties with nails and/or hair, or are without assessment to biotin shampoo, use biotin gummies for nails and hair-people will say that multivitamins and vitamins in general, are a scam unless you are vitamin deficit-scientifically, they are right, however, they taste gummy good

-WORKOUT ROUTINE-it is important to keep consistentcy in your workout routine plan-pick a 12 week routine - beginner if you're a beginner, intermediate if you're intermediate, and advanced if you have done other routines in the past-stick with it with for the duration before you make any hasty judgments on its impact-comes in 3 sets, A, B, and C, swithing every four weeks to make sure your body doesn't get used to any one specific movement or routine-Workout A of weeks 1-4-3x hip thrust-barbell, free if available, Smith machine if no other option-3 seated row-cable-three barbell full squat-3 bench press-barbell-reps dependant, 8 if high weight, 12 if lower weight -if you can do 12, move up weight and do 8-3 good morning-barbell-plank-plank-plank-dumbell side bend-band standing abduction-end workout-Workouts B 1-4, C 1-4, A 5-8, B 5-8, C 5-8, A 9-12, B 9-12, and C 9-12- you will become a glutial God-Open app store-install my fitness pal-find macros-need protein if building muscles, 1.5 to 2x body weight in protein grams every day-EAT 2X BODY WEIGHT PROTEIN. GET BIG, LIFT BIG.-EAT 50 EGGS A DAY. YOU WILL BE HAPPY. RIGHT AMOUNT OF PROTEIN IN 50 EGG -EAT 50 EGGS TO BE SAFE-400 GRAMS. IT WILL BE ENOUGH.-IF STILL HUNGRY, TRY YOGURT.

This took so long 😭😭 charlie I think you need help

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 years

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

That would depend on the relationship he has with you. Aemond is a complex man, and while he has some qualities he would generally show to his lover, he would act very differently in a marriage and in an affair with you. If the two of you are married, prepare yourself for a lot of attention. Aemond is reversed and stoic- brooding even to the outside world, but with you he can let down his walls, showing his real side – the one that is desperate for love and care.

Because of the intensity of his lovemaking he is very attentive afterwards; making sure you're comfortable and having a good time. He might even help soothe the dull pain caressing your body, drawing circles on your skin. He would lay in bed with you, an arm wrapped around you tightly, snuggling as long as you wish, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeat.

In an affair he won't have time for much softness. He will check if you're alright, but overall Aemond needs to get ready as soon as possible. Lending you a wet towel so you can clean yourself up, helping you tie the laces at your dress - then with a fleeting kiss he's gone.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of their and also their partner’s)

He is one of the deadliest man in court, if not all in King's Landing – the young prince has come to his prime, agile, swift and sturdy, his opponents have much to fear. Aemond's especially proud of his upper body – broad shoulders, with strong arms and a confident grip. He loves how easily he can have his ways with you, holding you down, picking you up, he enjoys manhandling you because he has so much power over you.

How you cling to his neck and shoulders at nights when he's deep inside you, as you clinging to him would be your last harbor.

His favorite thing on your body is your thighs, how soft they are, how perfectly they fit around his hips, heels digging into his muscular back. Aemond loves handling the soft flesh on your legs, grabbing, squeezing, scratching them up – how he kisses the skin, and it feels like he sweeps his lips above silk.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Again– two different scenarios. While this infamous prince lives for taking risks, a bastard child at the moment wouldn't be ideal for either of you. So he tries to control himself as much as he can, releasing his seed on your thigh, your stomach or on your back – but Aemond has little self control when he's balls deep in you, so prepare a cup of moon tea, just in case.

If you're married, he still would be cautious – even though he knows his house, his family, his blood must continue; war wages at your doorstep and it's dangerous times to have children around. But if you come to be with a child he won't oppose that – Aemond would welcome the idea of having a family on his own someday.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Aemond is a freaky boy at heart. You just have to look at him – leather, straps, metal stud, all black (or dark greens). Broody, emo boy loves to have full control over the actions he does, when he's in charge you're under his control and mercy. Loves to tie you up, teasing you until you're a mewling mess, a puddle under his palms.

He won't admit it to anyone, not even to himself, but Aemond actually likes when you're rough with him. Bite him hard, scratch him up - he especially likes if you grab and pull his hair untill it stings.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Aemond has his fair share of sleeping around, but his adventures are no match to his brother's reputation. In fact, Aegon was the one who arranged his little brother's induction into manhood, hiring the most luxurious whores of King's Landing.

Because he never slept with anyone who would have even slightly interested him in anything other than carnal pleasure, Aemond didn't feel the need to learn how to give besides taking what he wants.

With you on the horizon Aemond's view on sex changed completley; the prince wants to make someone else happy and content other than himself, wants you to feel the most pleasurable nights he can give you, he wants you to know that he would do many, and more things in order to show you his love for you. Aemond is a quick learner - usually he picks things up quite quickly after his quiet and attentive examinations. Sometimes he only needs to hear your voice, watch your expression or body to know what he does right, but he's more than happy when you vocalize your needs towards him.

F = Favourite position

After trying many, he came to the conclusion that his favorites are where he has most of the control over your body, where he can have the most of you in his hands, against his body.

When he drives into you from behind, he sneaks one hand up your spine to hold your nape, pushing your upper down down to the soft bed, his other gently holds your belly, feeling himself under his palm and your skin.

If he's in a softer mood Aemond likes it when you straddle him while he's sitting, hands pressing into the soft flesh of your hips as he guides your motions, face buried into your neck.

But he's not picky, he will have you anyhow, as it happens in the heat of the moment – picking you up against the wall; your legs hooked on his shoulders; or when he fuck you from behind, as you lay on your side.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? are they goofy?)

Aemond tends to lean into the serious category during love making, usually he's not much of a talker, rather listens to your moans and pants, smirking to himself. You can make out a good laugh off him though, if you like to be playful in bed, he won't stop you; in fact he will smile and chuckle alongside you– and his lovestruck, hazy smile is both the rarest and the most beautiful he can give someone.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Thanks to his Targ genes Aemond isn't very hairy…anywhere. His silver hair slightly darker on his body, rather blond than white, but still – because of the color, his hair isn't very noticeable, it fades into his pale skin. He keeps his lower body hair groomed, after all a prince needs to be perfect everywhere, no matter who sees him, the only thing Aemond doesn't touch is his happy tail. He thinks it's suits him, makes him look more roguish –and he knows the ladies love that.

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?)

It might come as a surprise but normally Aemond is rather gentle with you – finally he can be vulnerable with someone, he can show his feelings and share it without any comments on them. He likes to take his time, softly caressing every inch of your skin, savouring the feeling of your warmth against his body. He knows while he's of royal blood, people fear and avoid him, only believing the rumours about him, so when a person comes in his way, who can see into his walls, who doesn't judge or depict him as the evil villain, he gets hopeful that there's finally someone who would love a beast like him, but feels fear as well, for what if you will betray his trust and hurt his feeling – after all he has been hurt before too many times.

J = Jack off (how often do they masturbate)

Aemond is very stern and precise. Growing up beside his brother he wants to be anything that his brother isn't – and this includes self-discipline. Aemond has little to no time to think about his pleasures during the day, training and lessons fill his time. Being a prince doesn't come only with privileges and advantages- Aemond has to fulfill the duties of his rank, and that of a noble prince. His mind usually circles around the responsibility towards his house, his family, the lustful thought would only come late in the velvet darkness of the night, when he feels alone and abandoned the most. He misses your soft touch, your adoring looks, your voice.

On those nights, when he cannot have his embrace in your form, Aemond pictures you in the room; beautiful and desirable making him forget everything with your lips around him as he pulls out his cock.

He doesn't do that often, only when the need desperately calls him, and the empty, missing feeling in his chest is greater afterwards.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Aemond is a complex man, and while he's gentle and sweet with you it wouldn't necessarily exclude that he likes to go out of the ways of the "traditional" way of love making.

He loves when he can bring some roughness into play: ropes, playful swaps over your bottom, his hand lightly over your throat - just enough to feel your quickening pulse, and your heavy swallowing. When he's carried away Aemond tends to bite anywhere he can reach that tends to leave marks on your skin for the next day – but he's quick to soothe the ache with kisses, caressing the marks afterwards.

He may have a slight exhibition kink – the thought, and possibility of someone catching the two of you; seeing the prince doing as he pleases, what he pleases with whoever he wants to makes his mind wander to naughtier thoughts than he usually would.

L = Location (favourite place to do the do)

Aemond likes to take you to adventures outside of the comfort and privacy of his room. He wouldn't want you to get caught in the Red Keep only because, even thought he wouldn't mind if a servant or lord could discover you two in scandalous actions, Aemond would be mortified if one of his family members caught sight of him fucking someone.

On the other hand, when the One Eyed Prince knows none of his relatives walk around, he will take you in the gardens or even stables. He's not opposed to going to your chambers either, no one would dare to say anything when you walk in with Aemond Targaryen on your side.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Aemond's drive is very spontaneous and unpredictable, as difficult to guess as his mood around others. You can see the most organized, stoic and nonchalant expression on his face, yet inside he's burning for you to touch and take apart; only his eye would tell him – it's as attentive as a hawk's, piercing you to your seat, if he cold undress you with only with looking, his violet orb would have made you bare, skin heated in front of the whole court.

You can awaken his desire with almost anything – your bold and cheeky behaviour towards the pragmatic and hierarchical old lord, the way you hold yourself in front of others - like a true lady, proud and majestic.

If you happen to know how to wield a sword or bow by any chance, get ready for him, because Aemond will be on you in no time if he can, and if you challenge him for a duel, sparring or contest, your night will be hot and intense.

N = No (something they won’t do, turn offs)

As demanding and cocky- Aemond would never hurt you, put you at risk or make you uncomfortable. It's a surprise, nobody would conclude it, but out of the three brothers, Aemond is the most gentle and polite with women. He's not cruel to anyone for no reason, and he knows how much worth a woman has - witnessing his mother's acts towards her children and family day after day - and all ladies should be treated with respect. Even so with his love, the woman who happened to be there for him and loves him unconditionally as he is.

He brings up many things in the bedroom, he can act rather unconventional but as soon as he hears or sees your opposition he stops, because first and foremost Aemond is there for your heart, your soul, how you treat him and the pleasures of the flesh comes after that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It really depends on his mood – if he's tense, angry or had an unpleasant day at court he would prefer you to help him ease his mind, to get rid of the clouds in his mind. He practically falls apart under your touch. If you want to see the most vulnerable Aemond, who puts out all his heart and emotions just for you; wrap your lips around his cock, make him go dizzy, word incomprehensible, mind dulled with the sensation of your mouth. He will mumble the sweetest compliments, confess all his feelings for you, praise you to the skies.

As for you, Aemond is generous and will pay you back ten times better for going down at him. One of his favorite things to do with you is to make you scream his name while he only uses his mouth on you, eating you out like a starved man. He can get a bit rough- teasing, with overstimulating you; drawing out orgasm after another until you're a mess below him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual)

Aemond usually changes his pace while he fuck you, it's all in his teasing attempts – picking up a rough pace, so demanding and impatient that you'll see start, only to slow down almost barely moving, making you whine for more.

In more romantic and sensual moments he really takes his time savouring all of you, memorizing how the two of you feel together as one, never parting from now on.

Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

Aemond loves them, the more of you he can have, the better. If you're away from the Red Keep he's more bold to express himself, more ready to be there for and with you because he just can't get enough of you. It makes him go crazy when he can have you in a hurry, cautious of your surroundings for anyone passing by, it excites him. Aemond likes the bonus he gets afterwards – your flushed, meek expressions, acting all shy from him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

He's ready to experiment and find out new ways of lovemaking if it means that it can strengthen your bond with him. Aemond is all about risks, jumping into them head first. If you're in the picture of those risks, he will tone down his boldness, making sure you're safe and content, only then pursuing his curiosity.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

He has the blood of the dragon in himself, fire and blood in his veins– will go many rounds even on an average day, with shorter or longer pauses. If he's pent up, excited or longing, or Aemond was away for a longer time, he will make sure to make up for it to you- and to himself.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on their partners or themselves?)

Aemond likes leather, and ropes – it's almost predictable coming from his favorite black leather clothes; using blindfold on you to make the sensations more intense, he's all for the extremes if that makes the experience better and memorable. Of course he respects your wishes, and will tell his intentions, and wishes right away, going with only the things you accepted.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Aemond is a big tease inside- and out of the bedroom. He will do anything to make you go crazy for and from him, edging and teasing you until you're on the same level of intensity as he is. You can try to get back at him, but it will never be a winning game, Aemond just can't let anyone out-sass him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's usually quiet and reversed around others, even with you, he's not much of a conversationalist. Aemond rather expresses himself in his actions and touch.

In the bedroom he can get a bit more talkative though– if he can't control himself anymore Aemond can get pretty chatty. At first you hear only grunt, humms, chuckles and groans but later if his mind is fogged by the pleasure, a few soft moans will slip through his lips, panting and murmuring sweet nothing to you.

W = Wild card (random headcanon)

He will die with his little secret, rather than to tell it to anyone- even to you- but Aemond wants to take you for a ride on Vhagar's back, you sitting in front of him, his arms securely around you as he fingers you on the saddle. He would go crazy for his two favorite activities to happen at once – riding the largest and oldest beast among all dragons, and making you chant his name as he makes you come.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Aemond is handsome, tall and regal, a true valyrian. He's a lenghty man- 16 cm with just the right amount of grifh.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His dragon blood keeps him hot and bothered, ready for everything; his sex drive is above avarage. If he has the time and opportunity he will have you at least twice a day. Aside from sex, Aemond generally likes to be around you, to see you, graze his hand over yours, to remind himself he has you, he has someone who is there for him in everythinf.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It's difficult for him to fall asleep afterwards; although his body feels drained and tired, his mind circles around too many things to grasp at once, wild thoughts keep him awake at night. Luckily he doesn't need that much sleep, and at least he has your soft and lovely form beside him, arms draping over you to keep you against his body during the night.

#house of the dragon #hotd #the house of the dragon #asoiaf #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #prince aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #house of the dragon x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen imagine #my writing

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themidnightcrimson · 1 year

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My Girl. | e. olsen

summary: in which you are having a tough time, and lizzie does everything in her might to make her girl feel better.

warnings: literally just 3.7K words of lizzie being so cute and caring, pure fluff, i wish this was me, let me be delulu for a second

masterlist.

The hazy cocoon of darkness in your room was disturbed by the harsh sound of the curtains being drawn apart on their metal rod and the instant flood of bright sunshine that cast directly across your face. Your body awoke suddenly, realizing a heaviness in your eyelids and a weight within you that had you sinking into the bed for however long you had been asleep.

It was a struggle to get your eyes open between how puffy they were and the bright yellow sun beaming into them like a golden laser. Through your squinted eyelids, you saw a blurry yet familiar figure walk towards you, disrupting the light from the window directly across the bed.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Lizzie’s raspy voice emanated—you could barely piece it together from just how sleepy you were.

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes and shifted under the blankets, not daring to move too much. As Lizzie sat on the edge of the bed near you, you glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside your head.

“Lizzie, it’s not even 7 yet,” you croaked, taking the duvet and pulling it up to your nose as you laid on your side, closing your burning eyes.

“Baby, I don’t think you’ve seen 7 A.M. in weeks,” she remarked, and it was then that you could smell the scent of green tea.

Opening your eyes in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was holding a little teacup from which steam twirled up into the air. Blinking hard, you looked up at Lizzie who was already staring down at you with a look of patience. You haven’t had the best of times as of late. For whatever reason, from whatever origin, a seed of sadness had sowed within you and grown to blossom in the form of a deep attachment to your bed and a general apathy towards everything you used to love.

Before this unreasoned wave of despondency had crashed over you, you loved getting up at the crack of dawn with Lizzie and spending your mornings walking outside to soak up the sun, going on coffee runs, going to the grocery store before anyone else had the heart to be in a Trader Joe’s at that time of morning. You would spend your days productively, whether writing or reading or working on whatever projects you had under your belt.

Now it seemed you were capable of nothing more than laying in bed and mindlessly watching TV. In fact, you hadn’t been outside of your shared home in several days, maybe even over a week.

Not only was Lizzie feeling lonely without her usual companion, but she was worried about you. This low was putting a pallor in your face and blue around your eyes. As much as she had wanted to poke and prod you to know what was going on, with her desperate need to be aware and in control of everything that involved the person she most deeply loved, she had reasoned enough with herself to give you some space. She had seen you in these lows before, but it had never lasted as long as this one.

“I made you some green tea with citrus,” Lizzie whispered softly, her thumb rubbing over the warm handle of the teacup. “Why don’t you sit up and drink some?”

Your languid gaze up at her was enough to tell her it would take more to get you out of your stubborn horizontal state. Although you had been close to hissing at the presence of the sunlight filling the room, you noticed how nicely it lit Lizzie’s face. Her sun-kissed skin was dewy and glowing, signaling she had just done her extensive skincare routine. Her eyes were a bit darker since she was facing away from the sun, but you could spot the sage green sparkling around her pupils. Her lips, soft and pink, were pressed together, the only sign of impatience on her face. Her dirty blonde hair was thrown up into a messy updo with her bangs curtaining over her eyebrows which were damp from whatever products she had put on her face.

Lizzie had always tried to be a gentle supporter, but she was naturally adamant and slightly aggressive. While she resorted to coddling you in the beginning of your lowness, she was now left with her own way to get you out of bed.

Placing the teacup on the nightstand, Lizzie jumped off the bed and grabbed the blankets cocooning you, ripping them straight off your body and onto the floor.

“No!” you whined, instantly hit with the cooler air and the discomfort of not being swaddled up. You sat up to try and reach the blankets on the floor, but two hands on your shoulders stopped you and held you still.

“There!” Lizzie exclaimed, holding you tightly by your shoulders. As worried as she had been, your wild hair and puffy eyelids gave you a sort of innocent, cute look that made her smile. “You’re sitting up! That’s all I wanted.”

Blinking, you realized that you were, in fact, sitting up in the bed. Clenching your jaw, you gave Lizzie a glaring look for tricking you into sitting up and making you look like a dumbass.

Lizzie’s restrained laughter was apologetic. Keeping one hand on your shoulder as if you would plop back down like a fish, she took the teacup from the nightstand and brought it to your lap, taking your hands and forcing you to hold the cup.

“Nice and warm,” she sighed, sitting in front of you and lovingly patting your ankle which was crossed over your other one, holding it in her hand. “Drink before it gets cold, baby.”

Although the thought of any flavors being in your mouth made you want to puke, as you had lost all appetite over the course of a few days, the teacup was nice and warm in your hands, and it smelled bright and grassy. Glaring a few more daggers into Lizzie’s smirking face, her eyes twinkling as she recovered her small victory in getting you to sit up like a dog, you brought the cup to your lips, taking a very small sip as the earthy tea glided down your tongue and warmed your throat.

“Is it good, baby?” Lizzie gently asked, her eyes noticing a particular strand of your hair that was standing stiff up from your head, her hand following her eyes to gently pat it down.

You nodded, taking another sip as Lizzie fixed your hair. “Thank you,” you whispered almost inaudibly, looking shyly up at Lizzie as something warm swelled within you. She could have just given up on getting you out of bed. She could have just went about her morning instead of taking the time to make you tea. You watched her eyes that were fixated on your hair, enjoying the candid view of her. Gratitude inflated inside you so suddenly that you felt you were about to burst. Emotions you thought you would never feel again were reappearing within you all at once, making you feel so full that you dropped your tea as you lurched towards Lizzie, throwing your arms around her shoulders and squeezing her.

“Oh!” Lizzie gasped at the sudden attack, keeping herself from falling backwards from the force with which you grabbed her. The sound of your teacup hitting the floor made you jump, detaching yourself from Lizzie to see that your teacup had thankfully not shattered, but green tea was now spilling out all over the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you whispered, the next emotion filling you being guilt. Lizzie had made the tea for you and now almost the entire cup was wasted, not to mention there was a mess to clean up. “I’m sorry, I thought I had set it down on the bed. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Baby, baby,” Lizzie stopped your apologetic ramblings, placing both her palms on either side of your face and forcing you to tear your eyes away from the spilled tea and look at her. Moisture welled in your eyes as your nose tinged red, and Lizzie was quick to keep her baby from crying. “It’s okay, it’s just tea. There’s plenty more—I made an entire pot!” Her thumb stroked your cheekbone, her eyes meticulously analyzing your face. “It’s just a little spill to clean up.”

Guilt was quick to introduce embarrassment inside you. First, you felt guilty for spilling the tea, and now you felt embarrassed for getting so upset over it. But Lizzie knew you were just feeling extra sensitive, and she made sure to let you know that with her gentle smile and even gentler eyes.

“Come here,” Lizzie whispered, bringing your face to hers and pressing her lips against you, dropping her hands and snaking them around your waist. You melted into the kiss, leaning closer to her until she pulled away.

There was a look on her face that you couldn’t discern, but her lips were twisting into laughter. “Hey, while I go get some napkins and clean it up, why don’t you go brush your teeth and take a nice, hot shower?”

You looked at her for a moment until you realized she suggested you clean up directly after kissing you. Gasping, you pulled away and exclaimed, “Are you saying I stink?!”

Chuckles slipped through Lizzie’s lips as she started to get off the bed. “No, no, of course not, my love. You just… You know… Have been in bed for days.”

Sewing your eyebrows, you pouted up at her, but she only grinned, taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“Go clean up, baby—with no underlying insults intended.” She opted not to kiss you as she patted your cheek and pulled away.

As Lizzie left to go get napkins, you carefully got off the bed, avoiding the pool of green tea on the floor. Your legs felt shaky and weak as you scuffed towards the bathroom, your fatigue seeming to get worse with every step. Halfway there, you considered just turning back and getting back into bed, but you remembered how happy Lizzie looked when she got you to simply sit up and take a drink. She was worried about you and just wanted you to feel better, and it would be torturing her if you discarded all her efforts and went back to bed and refused to do the things she suggested only for your own health and happiness.

So, you brushed your teeth to your own disdain and reluctantly crept into the shower like a cat afraid of water. The warm water eventually soothed you, allowing you to relax a bit and actually take time to wash yourself instead of rushing to just go get back in bed. You even washed your hair, which was much needed at that point because it was starting to stay in place whenever you lifted a strand upwards.

When you turned the shower off and stepped out, you were surprised to see Lizzie sitting on the counter. “Ah!” you shrieked in shock, standing there completely naked in front of her. That wasn’t even the weird part—what was weird was that she had apparently been sitting in the bathroom the entire time as you showered. “What are you doing?!”

“Making sure my hostage doesn’t try to escape,” she said, jumping off the counter and grabbing a towel, handing it to you since you were standing there dripping all over the floor. “I gotta make sure you do your skincare!”

The sound of doing anything else besides sinking into your bed sounded horrible, for just the minimum amount you had done so far had already drained you. You took the towel from her and started to dry off. “Lizzie, I really don’t want—”

“See, I figured you would say that,” she chirped, grabbing your robe from where it hung next to hers on the door. “But don’t worry, darling, this Lizzie Olsen spa is all-inclusive!” She took your towel away from you and held out the robe for you to slip into it.

Glaring at her questioningly, you turned around and let your arms slip into the robe. “What the hell did you put in that tea?”

Lizzie wrapped the robe around you, pressing against your back so she could even tie your robe at the front for you. “Only cheeriness and joy, of course.”

“So… crack?” You tightened your robe once she had loosely tied it and turned around to face her, only for Lizzie to suddenly wrap her arms around your waist and lift you up.

You shrieked, grabbing onto her as she waddled you towards the counter, lifting you up more so she could clumsily set you on top of it. While Lizzie was tall and fit, she was by no means a bodybuilder, panting once she had you on the counter and taking a moment to catch her breath.

“I think we will start off with a nice hydrating mask,” Lizzie said with her hands on her hips, going to the array of skincare products you both had sitting on the counter, taking one of your masks from your side of untouched products to inspect it.

“Lizzie, I really don’t—” You tried to slide off the counter, but she slapped her hands on your thighs and pushed you back up.

“Stay,” she simply said, leaning up to give you a peck on the lips before going back to picking out a mask, trusting you to stay seated.

You did, sighing and letting yourself slump as you waited for her to take the sheet mask she had chosen out of its package.

“Today, I’ve chosen for my client a revitalizing Vitamin C sheet mask to help give your skin a nice, glowing boost,” she announced formally, as if she was talking to an invisible camera. You couldn’t help your lips from smiling a bit as she came closer to you, standing between your legs and carefully placing the sheet mask on your face, patting it down to make sure it clung to your skin.

“This feels like medieval torture,” you said as you looked at her through the eye holes in the white mask.

Lizzie ignored you, instead taking her phone out and pulling up Spotify. A few moments later, some music from a spa playlist was echoing in the bathroom. “Gotta make sure you feel the full effect,” she commented as she set her phone down.

While you waited for the suggested fifteen minutes before taking the sheet mask off, Lizzie decided to go back to her theater roots and start dancing to the spa music, pretending she was in a Greek tragedy. You couldn’t tell what the plot was, but when she pretended to be killed and started prancing around with her hands swatting at her sides as if she were an angel with wings, you laughed so hard you almost inhaled the product from the sheet mask.

Lizzie continued the rest of your daily skincare routine, and you found it sweet how she had paid so much attention to you that she knew your routine step-by-step without you even telling her. Of course, she would pick back up on the Greek tragedy every time a product needed a few minutes to sit, depicting the afterlife in the best way she could with the generic music playing in the background. She ended the spa routine by drying your hair, making funny faces at you in the mirror that made you giggle until your stomach hurt.

Finally, you were done, and Lizzie ran to the bedroom to pick out some comfy clothes for you, coming back and handing them to you with a proper bow as if she were just a mere servant. You made sure to tell her how silly she was, and she made sure to tell you how much she adored her Queen as she bowed and walked out of the bathroom backwards to give you space to change clothes, bumping her spread arms on the doorway on her way out.

Once you were changed, you walked through the house, almost deciding on just getting back into bed until you heard noises in the kitchen. Walking to the kitchen in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was standing at the island counter, cutting up an avocado. In the time it took you to change, she had already made you an iced coffee that was sitting on the other side of the counter.

“Is this for me?” you asked as you sat at the stool and pointed to the coffee.

“No, it’s for the neighbors,” Lizzie said sarcastically as she went to the fridge and got out some eggs. She was making you one of your favorite healthier breakfasts. “Unless the mailman gets here first.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the mason jar of iced coffee and sipped through the straw, watching Lizzie get to work on scrambling the eggs. You were feeling a little better. You were all cleaned up and refreshed now, and the cold coffee brightened you even further. Between the sun shining in through the kitchen windows and Lizzie narrating her cooking process as if she were an umpire at a Dodgers game, you were laughing more than you had in weeks.

During a moment between laughter, when Lizzie was fully concentrated on mashing the avocado, you remembered that she was supposed to be somewhere today.

“Hey, weren’t you supposed to go to a meeting today?” you questioned, mindlessly rolling your straw around the mason jar. You had your days mixed up here lately, but you could’ve sworn Lizzie told you just yesterday about her plans.

“Oh,” Lizzie said, stiffening slightly. “No, no, they canceled it.” She continued spreading avocado on a piece of toast, avoiding your eyes.

“Well, that was very last minute. Why did they cancel it?”

Lizzie only shrugged, still avoiding looking at you as she placed slices of tomato on the toast.

She was lying, you knew it. Lizzie was a great actor, but a horrible liar in real life. That was why you always knew Marvel secrets before anyone else. “Lizzie…” you said knowingly, leaning closer to her across the island.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes up to you. “Well, they didn’t cancel it… But it was cancelled!”

“You cancelled it?”

Lizzie paused, her lips stretching into an awkward grin as she started plating your toast and eggs. She knew that if you found out that she cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with you, you would get so angry.

“Lizzie!” you exclaimed, your mouth opening in surprise. “Don’t tell me you cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with me.”

Lizzie nervously laughed as she started grating cheese over the food. “If you don’t want me to tell you that, then I won’t tell you—”

“Why did you do that?” you cut her off, your voice becoming serious. “I’m not worth missing out on a meeting, especially one so important.”

Lizzie’s smile faded as she set the cheese grater down, wiping her hands on the towel before quickly circling the counter to come close to you, her eyes becoming stern.

“Don’t ever say that,” she whispered as she leaned down close to you, resting her hand on the counter. Her eyes analyzed your face as you looked away from her, but her hand gently took your chin and brought you to look at her again. “You are worth more than any meeting, than any project, than any other person.”

You paused, your brain not allowing her words to seep in and only bringing up more reasons to be upset. “You’re pitying me. You stayed home because I’m all depressed, and I’m just weighing you down, and—”

“Stop,” she whispered, interrupting your rant with a kiss to your lips that surprisingly eased you immediately. She pulled away a few moments later, her green eyes staring hard into yours. “Y/n, is it really so out of ordinary for me to want to help the person that I love? I do not pity you. You are not weighing me down. You have been going through something that is hurting you, and if you’re not okay enough to pick yourself back up, then what kind of person would I be to not hold a hand out to you? I love you—so much. While it hurts me to see you so upset, it doesn’t weigh me down and it does not make me love you any less or think of you any differently. Every time I’ve had one of my anxious spells, you’ve always been there for me. But any time you’re going through something, you don’t let me help you. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Did you just use a Wanda line on me?”

“Please stop rejecting all my love, baby. You deserve it and you need it, and it brings me joy to give it to you. So please, forget about the meeting, stop refusing my attempts to make my girl feel better, and eat your goddamn avocado toast.”

With that, she kissed the top of your head, giving your back a firm rub before going back around the counter to hand you your plate of breakfast.

She was right. She was trying so hard to help you because she cared for you and loved you. She missed out on a meeting because she cares so much for you. Why were you shooting down all that she gave for you?

“Hey, why don’t we go eat outside on the patio?” you suddenly suggested right as she sat down across from you.

Lizzie looked up at you in surprise for a moment, searching your face for sarcasm or anger. Instead, you were only smiling at her, and she matched your grin.

You took your food and coffee out on the patio and sat down on the lounge chairs in the sun, letting your skin soak up the sunlight as you sat together and ate. Lizzie talked about her garden and what she needed to do for it today, and you told her you would help her. You felt immensely better than you would if you didn’t have a Lizzie in your life.

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sidewalkchemistry · 7 months

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As broccoli and cauliflower are the unopened flower buds of a plant, they are best consumed within 3 to 4 days, before they begin to open and turn yellow. Store them in a crisper in the fridge in a reusable bag. Cabbages, however, will last for weeks.

#9 Celery & Soft Herbs

Celery and soft herbs such as parsley, chives and basil can be stored in a jar of water on the kitchen bench at moderate room temperature. Otherwise, in hotter months they can be washed and wrapped in a damp tea towel in the fridge.

#10 Dry Herbs

Dry herbs such as rosemary, thyme and oregano can be stored on the kitchen bench. The flavour becomes more potent as the herb dries, allowing them to keep for a long time. Once fully dry, seal in a container to sprinkle over your food later.

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WITCHCRAFT INFO

BEGINNER WITCH RESEARCH LIST:

• The history of Witchcraft.

• Different types of Witches.

• Types of magick.

• Types of spells.

• Types of divination.

• Talismans vs sigils

• Seals.

• Altars.

• Closed/open religions.

• Lucid dreaming and astral projection.

• Spirits.

• Basic Witch supplies.

• Symbols and symbolism.

• Basic Witch supplies.

• The elements.

• Grounding and energy work.

• Herbs and their magick.

• Crystals and their powers.

• Sabbaths.

• Moon phases.

• Energy.

TYPES OF HERBS:

HERBS FOR PROTECTION: agrimony, benzoin, basil, bay leaf, black pepper, catnip, cloves, coriander, dandelion, dill, fennel, hawthorn, holly, lavender, juniper, lilac, marjoram, mugwort, mistletoe, mullein, myrrh, rose, rosemary, rowan, sage, sandalwood, vervain, and wormword.

HERBS FOR HEALING: apple blossom, basil, cayenne pepper, chamomile, cinnamon, cloves, dill, eucalyptus, fennel, feverfew, garlic, ginger, green tea, lavender, lemon balm, mint, orris root, parsley, peppermint, rose, rosemary, sandalwood, thyme, and turmeric.

HERBS FOR GROUNDING: angelica, ashwagandha, basil, black pepper, cedar, cinnamon, chamomile, dandelion, damiana, ginger, hawthorn, hibiscus, kava kava, lavender, lemon balm, mint, oregano, passionflower, rosemary, skullcap, thyme, and valerian.

HERBS FOR PROSPERITY: basil, bay, calendula, cinnamon, chamomile, clover, cloves, comfrey, dandelion, dill, frankincense, ginger, honeysuckle, Irish moss, lemongrass, mint, myrrh, poppy seeds, rose hips, rosemary, sandalwood, star anise, thyme, and verbena.

HERBS FOR LOVE: basil, calendula, carnation, cinnamon, cumin, daisy, fennel, jasmine, lavender, lovage, marjoram, mint, mugwort, oregano, patchouli, rose, rosemary, thyme, vervain, and yarrow.

HERBS FOR CONFIDENCE: bay leaves, cedar, cloves, coconut, ginger, ginseng, hops, honeysuckle, fennel seeds, lemon balm, nutmeg, orris root, peppermint, red clover, rosemary, St. John’s wort, valerian, and yarrow.

TYPES OF CRYSTALS:

CRYSTALS FOR PROTECTION: amethyst, black tourmaline, tumbled tigers eye, smoky quartz, labradorite, obsidian, prehnite, red jasper, leopard skin jasper, hematite, ruby, rainbow tourmaline, turquoise, rose quartz, citrine, snowflake obsidian, black onyx, pyrite, clear quartz, and selenite.

CRYSTALS FOR HEALING: moonstone, sapphire, ruby, green quartz, bloodstone, clear quartz, jasper, obsidian, amethyst, citrine, jade, turquoise, rose quartz, lapis lazuli, emerald, labradorite, opal, green aventurine, fluorite, howlite, black quartz, carnelian, smoky quartz, sodalite, and amazonite.

CRYSTALS FOR GROUNDING: red jasper, smoky quartz, garnet, shungite, tourmaline, hematite, bloodstone, onyx, zebra jasper, petrified wood, hematite, bronzite, moss agate, obsidian, tourmalinated quartz, mookaite, tigers eye, shungite, amethyst, ruby, jet, aragonite, magnetite lodstone, and red calcite.

CRYSTALS FOR PROSPERITY: jade, green adventurine, tigers eye, citrine, pyrite, moss agate, topaz, blue calcite, aventurine, tree agate, malachite, helidor, peridot, and topaz.

TYPES OF WITCHES:

keep in mind that each terms explanation is the basic description of that type of witchcraft/magick; each individual witch might be a certain type but define it differently, as their practice may be different from the next witch.

BEGINNER WITCH: a beginner Witch is simply a person who is new to the practice of Witchcraft. Beginner Witchcraft encompasses various beliefs, traditions, and rituals that a person may follow or adopt as they explore and learn more about the craft. Beginner Witchcraft can involve studying various aspects of history and practice, learning about the components and tools used in Witchcraft, practicing mindfulness and meditation techniques, exploring your inner self and capabilities, and integrating spiritual belief systems into your life and practice. A beginner Witch may have a specific focus or area of interest in their practice, such as tarot reading, crystal healing, herbalism, or spellwork. They may also experiment with various rituals and spells to find their own personal way of practicing. They gather knowledge and read books, so the journey of a beginner Witch is uniquely customizable and transformative, as they learn more about themselves and the world around them through Witchcraft.

FIRE WITCH: a fire Witch is a type of mystical and magical practitioner who specializes in utilizing fire as an element or tool in their practice. Fire witches seek to harness the power of fire, using it as a symbolic and spiritual representation of strength, transformation, and creation. They strive to explore the depths of their inner potential and express themselves through the element of fire. As with any type of Witchcraft, the practice and beliefs of a fire witch can be tailored to the individual. However, some common practices may include spellwork, ritual work with candles and fire, divination, protection work, and exploring the element of fire through meditation and reflection. They tend to work with the energy of fire and the Sun.

EARTH WITCH: an earth Witch is someone whose practice of Witchcraft draws from the energy and power of the earth. They may have a fascination with nature and the natural world, feeling a deep connection to the land and its energies. An earth witch typically incorporates aspects of nature into their practice, drawing inspiration from the animals, plants, and natural elements around them. Some common practices of an earth Witch may include spellwork, divination, protection, gardening, and working with herbs and other plants. Additionally, an earth Witch may also focus on rituals and celebrations that are connected to the natural cycle of the seasons. They tend to work with elements from nature like moss, herbs, and stones.

WATER WITCH: a water Witch is a type of mystical and magical practitioner who specializes in the use of water and its energies for their practice. They strive to harness the mystical and healing qualities of water, using it as a symbol of change and renewal. Water Witches seek to explore the depths of their feelings and emotions, allowing them to flow freely and naturally. They may explore the mysteries of the world through the lens of water. As with other types of Witchcraft, the practice and beliefs of a water witch can be tailored to the individual. However, some common practices may include spellwork, divination, rituals, protection, and exploring water through meditation and reflections. They tend to work with elements such as seashells, water, and rain.

AIR WITCH: an air Witch is a type of mystical and magical practitioner who specializes in the use of air as an element in their practice. Air is representative of freedom, movement, and communication. An air witch aims to explore the depths of their own mental state, seeking to understand the world around them through an empathetic and open-minded perspective. They strive to tap into the power of the mind and imagination, allowing themselves to explore the realm of ideas and possibilities. Some common practices for an air Witch may include meditation and reflection, divination, spellwork, protection, and learning to navigate through life in a creative way. They tend to work with the wind, smoke, cleansing, and knot magic.

WHITE WITCH: a white Witch is a term that refers to a practitioner of white magic or Witchcraft. White magic is seen as the opposite of black magic, focusing on positive energy and intentions. A white Witch uses their practice and intentions to bring peace, happiness, and protection to others. White Witches typically believe that true power comes from kindness, love, and compassion. In terms of their practices, white Witches may focus on healing and protection spells, rituals, divination, meditations, prayer, and more. Their intentions are geared towards positivity and kindness, and they seek to create a space of harmony and balance for self and others. They tend to use healing, blessings, charms, and incarnations.

CRYSTAL WITCH: a crystal Witch is a type of spell monger who uses crystals and other stones in their magic. Crystals and gemstones are believed to possess certain metaphysical properties such as energy healing and protection. A crystal Witch may use crystals and other stones to amplify and focus their intention, to protect themselves and others, or to bring specific energies into a spell or ritual. Crystal Witches often have personal relationships with specific stones, carrying them with them as protective talismans or charms. In addition to spellwork and rituals, a crystal Witch may also employ other metaphysical and spiritual practices involving crystals such as collecting, cleansing, charging, and divination.

FOREST WITCH: a forest Witch is a type of mystical and magical practitioner who specializes in working with the energy and power of the forest. Forests are seen as sacred places of rebirth, growth, and renewal, and they hold a connection to the elements and divinity. A forest Witch believes in preserving and cultivating the natural balance and order of the forest, respecting the plants and animals that inhabit it. In terms of their practices, forest Witches tend to focus on rituals and spellwork that involves forest energy and the forest itself. This may include connecting with nature, seeking guidance and wisdom from the forest spirits, and communicating with plants and animals. Forest Witches may also explore the powers of herbs and natural ingredients, integrating them into their spellwork. They tend to work with plants, animals, trees, herbs, and natural energies.

COSMIC WITCH: cosmic Witches are a type of mystical and magical practitioner who specialize in the energy and power of the cosmos. The cosmos, or the universe, is seen as a source of infinite potential and possibility. Cosmic Witches seek to tap into the energy and power of the cosmos, seeking guidance and enlightenment in the vastness and mystery of the universe. They strive to understand the greater mysteries of life and our place in the universe. In terms of their practices, cosmic Witches may focus on rituals and spells that involve the cosmos and its energy. They may use divination, spellwork, rituals, meditations, and other spiritual practices to explore the cosmic energies and gain understanding of the universe.

HEDGE WITCH: a hedge Witch is a type of magical and mystical practitioner who specialize in working with the land, nature, and herbalism. They see the earth as a source of both energy and wisdom, recognizing its power and potential for healing and protection. Hedge Witches use their magic to connect with the land and its energies, seeking wisdom and enlightenment from the plants and wildlife that inhabit it. They strive to preserve the balance and order of the land, using their craft to protect the environment and advocate for sustainability. In terms of their practices, hedge Witches typically focus on rituals and spells involving the land, nature, and herbalism. They may use herbs and other natural ingredients in their spellwork, perform rituals in nature, collect and cultivate the land and its energies, and explore the spirituality of the earth and its depths. It's about forging a personal connection with the land and its energies, bringing respect, wisdom, and enlightenment. Aside from herbs and plants, they also tend to work with dirt, soil, rocks and stones, animal bones, animal fat and oils, natural fibers, and other substances found in nature.

PLANT WITCH: plant Witches are a subclass of hedge Witch specialising in working with plants and nature. They focus on utilising the natural energies of the plant kingdom for spellwork, divination, and protection. Plant Witches seek to connect with the plant world and gain insight into the mysteries and power of nature. They strive to forge a deep and personal connection to the land and the plant kingdom, using their craft and intention to heal and protect the environment. They tend to work with soil, dirt, rocks and stones, animal bones, animal fats, essential oils, tinctures, and syrups in their spell work.

GREY WITCH: grey Witches are a unique and eclectic subgroup of Witches who identify with traits from both light and dark magic and incorporate aspects of both into their practices. They seek to find a middle ground between good and evil, light and dark, and order and chaos. Grey Witches recognize both the divinity of the universe as well as its imperfections and grey areas. They strive to walk their own path, seeking wisdom, empowerment, and enlightenment through a balance of light and dark forces. In terms of their practices, grey Witches may explore both light and dark magic, voodoo-esque magick, chaos magick, using elements of both in their spellwork and rituals, and other esoteric traditions. They tend to work with herbs and plants, crystals and jewelry, candles, oils and perfumes, incense and smoke, rituals and spellwork, tarot and divination, and meditation and reflection.

DIVINATION WITCH: a divination Witch is a type of mystical and magical practitioner who specialize in the use of divination in their practice. Divination, or the art of foretelling the future, is an ancient practice that has been used by cultures around the world for centuries. There are many different forms of divination, including tarot card reading, palm reading, astrology, astrology, numerology, oracle cards, and more. The practice of divination is driven by the belief that there are hidden depths and energies at work in the world around us. Divination Witches rely on their intuition and powers of perception to tap into these energies and gain insight into the future.

CHAOS / CHAOTIC WITCH: a chaos Witch is a type of magical and mystical practitioner who specialize in the use of chaos magick. Chaos magick is an eclectic and experimental approach to magic, drawing from various traditions and teachings. Chaos Witches embrace uncertainty and embrace the random and the unexpected in their spellcasting. They seek to create their own path and experiment with different forms of magick, incorporating elements, techniques, and practices from various traditions. Chaos magick often involves creating unique rituals or spells that may not fit neatly into defined categories. In terms of their practices, chaos Witches may explore a wide range of magickal and metaphysical practices, including spellwork, rituals, meditation, and more.

HEREDITARY WITCH: hereditary Witches are a type of magical and mystical practitioner who inherit or are born into a family line of Witchcraft. They are typically raised and trained in the craft by their parents, grandparents, or other family members and practice a lineage or tradition of Witchcraft that has been previously established. Hereditary Witch families often have their own unique traditions, practices, and beliefs that are distinctive from other forms of Witchcraft. Hereditary Witches may focus on spells and rituals that are unique to their family or coven, and they may follow a hereditary practice or path that has been passed down through the generations.

GREEN WITCH: a green Witch is a type of magical and mystical practitioner who specialize in working with the natural world and plants. They have a deep connection to nature and see the power and potential in the plant kingdom. Green Witches seek to connect with nature and use their craft to heal and protect the environment. They may use their magic to nourish and nurture plants, grow and cultivate gardens, bring balance to their environment, explore the spiritual and metaphysical properties of plants, and more. In essence, green Witches focus on the spiritual and mystical energies of the natural world and seek to work in harmony with it. They tend to work with nurture herbs and plants, explore the metaphysical and spiritual properties of plants, grow and cultivate gardens, utilize organic substances like dirt and soil, explore the properties of essential oils and other plant oils, and more.

LUNAR WITCH: lunar Witches are a type of magical and mystical practitioner who specialize in working with the moon and the lunar cycles. The moon has long been a powerful symbol of the feminine and of magic, and lunar Witches embrace this energy and use it in their practice. Lunar Witches seek to synchronize with the lunar cycles and draw on the power and energy of the moon in their spellwork and rituals. They may use the phases of the moon as a guide in their practices and rituals, and seek to align their actions and intentions with the flow of the moon. They tend to work with herbs and plants that have ties to specific phases of the moon, objects that contain lunar energies (moon water and crystals), natural light sources (candles and fire light), and symbols that represent the phases of the moon (crescents and circles). They also practice divination and astral travel.

SOLITARY WITCH: a solitary Witch is a type of practitioner who practice Witchcraft on their own and follows their own individual path. They do not belong to a coven, family tradition, or established order of witchcraft. Instead, they rely on their own intuition, connection with the natural world, and their personal experience to practice Witchcraft in a solitary setting. Solitary Witches may have various different backgrounds and beliefs, but they are united in their desire to explore and practice Witchcraft in a way that resonates with them. Solitary Witches may focus on their personal development, exploring their own spiritual and metaphysical path without reliance on outside influences. They tend to work with ritual, meditation, divination, spellwork, herbs and oils, candles and firelight, crystals and stones, and divination and tarot cards. They may also explore aspects of spirituality and self-discovery, including prayer and meditation, dreamwork and journaling, exploration of their own psyche and identity, as well as incorporating various other personal beliefs and rituals into their practices.

ECLECTIC WITCH: eclectic Witches are a type of practitioner who blend multiple traditions and practices into their craft. Eclectic Witchcraft is characterized by taking a broad approach to magic, incorporating elements and concepts from various traditions and beliefs. Eclectic Witches may incorporate aspects of nature worship, herb lore and healing, astrology and divination, spellwork, and more. They might pull from various cultural traditions, deities, and symbols to create a unique, individualized and personal practice. Eclectic witches are often drawn to exploring a variety of different perspectives and are open to incorporating new ideas and interpretations into their craft. They incorporate the practices that resonate with them and find balance in a unique, personalized, and tailored approach for their spellwork and rituals.

DEATH WITCH: death Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with and exploring the concepts of death and dying. Death Witches see the end of life as a natural part of existence, and seek to embrace it in their practice. They may work in a range of areas related to death, such as end-of-life care, funerary rites, cremation rituals, death positive activism, funeral service provision, and more. Death Witches seek to celebrate and reflect on the essence of life and death, embracing the finity of existence and finding beauty and wisdom in the transition. They tend to work with candles and firelight, flowers and herbs, skulls, bones, ashes, crystals, and water.

SEA WITCH: sea Witches are a type of mystic and magickal practitioner who specialize in the use of the sea and its energies. They seek to connect with the metaphysical and spiritual aspects of the sea, exploring the power and potential of its vast depths. Sea Witches may work with the forces of the water, the tides, the tides and the oceans in their spellwork and practices. They may also explore the folklore and mythology of the sea, seeking insight and wisdom from the past. In terms of their practices, sea witches may incorporate elements such as herbs, water, bones, sea weed, beach sand, driftwood, crystals and stones, candle and firelight, seashells and other ocean objects.

DREAM WITCH: a dream Witch is a type of practitioner who specialize in working with and exploring the realm of dreams. Dreams have long been seen as a mystical and metaphysical space, a world in which the veil between the conscious and unconscious is thin. Dream Witches seek to tap into the spiritual and metaphysical energies of dreams, seeking insight and wisdom from this realm. They may use dreamwork techniques and methods to explore the world of dreams, draw upon the potential of dreaming, and incorporate these experiences into their broader magickal practices. Dream witches may utilize various rituals, spells, and practices related to dreaming.

STORM / WEATHER WITCH: storm/weather Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with and controlling the forces of weather. They see the weather as a powerful, metaphysical force that can be manipulated and used to one's own advantage. Storm Witches seek to exert their control over the elements of nature, manipulating the weather to achieve their goals or purposes. They may also explore the metaphysical and spiritual aspects of the weather, seeing it as a gateway to the cosmos or a way to communicate with spirits and deities. In terms of their practices, storm/weather Witches may use rituals, spells, and prayers to manipulate and control the weather. They may call upon the storms, call on spirits and deities associated with the weather, create rituals that incorporate weather magic, seek protection from the elements, and more. They may also make use of ingredients and objects associated with the weather, such as rain or snow water, lightning rods, and crystals.

COTTAGE / HEARTH WITCH: cottage/hearth Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in the domestic, everyday, and home-based aspect of witchcraft. Cottage Witches see the household and the home as a sacred space that can be a source of power, healing, and protection. They focus on creating a safe and cozy environment in their home, embracing the warmth and comfort of the hearth and the hearth fire. Cottage Witches seek to connect with the metaphysical and esoteric aspects of the home, harnessing the power of their space and the items within it.

KITCHEN WITCH: a kitchen Witch is a type of practitioner who specialize in the use of food, cooking, and kitchen magick to accomplish their spiritual and metaphysical endeavors. Kitchen Witches see the kitchen as a sacred space, and the act of cooking and preparing food as a profound and ritualistic activity. They seek to harness the power of food and nourishment, embracing the life-giving and nurturing aspects of cooking and eating. Kitchen Witches may incorporate various ingredients and tools into their practices, using herbs, spices, and baking ingredients for spellwork and rituals. They may also explore culinary and cooking traditions, creating special recipes and meals for magical occasions.

TEA WITCH: a variant of kitchen/cottage Witch; tea Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in the use of tea and the art of tea-making in their spellwork and practices. Tea Witches see the act of making and drinking tea as a powerful metaphysical tool, a way to connect with the natural world and enhance one's spirituality. They may use various types of tea leaves and ingredients to imbue their tea with metaphysical and energetic properties. Tea Witches incorporate tea into their rituals and spellwork, using it as a medium for blessings and messages, and a way to align with the elements and cycles of nature.

GARDEN WITCH: garden Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with gardens and the natural world. They see the garden as a sacred space, a source of enlightenment and healing. Garden Witches seek to create a harmonious and nurturing space, cultivating plants and herbs, harnessing the energy of the earth and its nature, and embracing the metaphysical and spiritual aspects of the garden. They may explore the interconnectedness between the garden and the cycle of life, using it as a platform for spiritual and magickal practices. Garden Witches may incorporate a variety of components and elements into their spellwork and rituals, such as herbs and flowers. They are also closely related to the Green Witch.

TECH WITCH: tech Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in the use of technology and the digital realm in their spell work and practices. Tech Witches see the internet and the technological realm as a powerful metaphysical tool, a way to expand their own knowledge and wisdom. They seek to embrace the power and potential of technology, leveraging its capabilities to connect with spirit spaces, access metaphysical knowledge, and enhance and improve their spellwork. They may use different forms of technology in their practice, including laptops, digital sigils, tablets, an online/digital BoS and/or Grimoire, phones, virtual realities, and more.

ELEMENTAL WITCH: elemental Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with the elemental energies and forces of nature and/or afterlife. They see the four or five elements as a foundational aspect of existence, and seek to harness and balance their energies to achieve desired outcomes. Elemental Witches seek to connect with Water, Earth, Air, Fire, and Spirit, exploring the different aspects of each element and utilizing them in their spellwork and rituals. They may utilize various rites and practices associated with the four elements, such as meditation, prayer, incense, candles, herbs, and more. Elemental Witches may also have a particular affinity for one element, and concentrate on connecting with it. They typically work with magick that is worked by honouring/acknowledging the 4 or all 5 elements: Water, Earth, Air, Fire, and Spirit. Commonly an Elementalist will dedicate different areas of their altars to each element, call upon them during spells and rituals, and use symbols to represent each.

FLORA WITCH: much like a Green or Garden Witch, flora Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with the metaphysical and spiritual potential of flowers, herbs, and plants. Flora Witches see flowers and plants as sacred beings, and seek to connect with their energies and properties. They may work with various herbs and flowers in their spellwork, rituals, and practices, drawing upon their metaphysical virtues to enhance their own spiritual growth, balance out and restore energies, attract beneficial energies, and more. Flora Witches may incorporate elements of gardening, cultivation, and nature preservation into their practices, creating a harmonious and healthy balance of natural energy.

URBAN PRIMATIVE / CITY WITCH: urban primative/city Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in the practice of Witchcraft in urban and city environments. They see the city as a space overflowing with energy, vibrations, and metaphysical forces, as well as the unique, modern, and powerful elements that only a city can provide. Urban primatives seek to tap into this energy and harness it in their rituals, spellwork, and practices. They may explore the metaphysical aspects of the urban space, as well as the cultural, sociological, and anthropological aspects of it. This type of Witchcraft may incorporate elements such as urban architecture and design, street art, and technological infrastructure.

FAERY / FEY WITCH: faery/fey Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with the realms of the Faeries and the fey. Faeries are a common part of magical, spiritual, and metaphysical beliefs, described as a race of mystical, mischievous beings that inhabit a realm or plane of existence between the mortal world and the spiritual realm. Fey Witches seek to explore the realms of the faeries, build relationships with them, give thanks, and harness their power and energy. They may utilize various faerie folklore and mythology in their practices, including offerings, rituals and spellwork, and connection with their energy.

SPIRIT-WORKING WITCH: spirit-working Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with spirits and the metaphysical realm. They seek to build relationships with the spiritual world and draw upon its energies and knowledge for personal growth and enlightenment. Spirit-working Witches may engage in various practices, including rituals, spells, communing with the spirits, divination, and more. They may work with different spirits and entities, engaging in communication with them and learning from them. Spirit-working Witches may also connect to their own energies and higher self, seeking to explore their own spirituality and consciousness.

DRACONIAN WITCH: draconian Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with the energies of draco or dragon magic. Draco is a term used to refer to the divine or elemental energy of dragons, and is thought to possess powerful, protective, and transcendent energies. Draconian Witches seek to build a connection with this energy and draw upon its power in their practices. They may incorporate elements of draconic magic, imagery, and worship in their spellwork, rituals, and practices. Some might see this work as a form of worship, while others may approach it as a form of energy work.

SEASONAL WITCH: seasonal Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with the cycles of the seasons and the metaphysical powers associated with them. They see the changes of the seasons as a profound and powerful aspect of nature, and seek to harness and tap into this power in their practices. They may explore the different meanings and symbols associated with the season, as well as its metaphysical aspects and potential. Seasonal Witches may use various methods to tie their practices to the seasons, such as rituals and spell-work that relate to the time of year, incorporating elements of nature and seasonal folklore into their craft.

PAPER WITCH: a paper Witch is a type of practitioner who specialize in the use of paper and written word in their practices. This includes using journal-keeping, creating spellwork and enchantments on paper, burning paper written with sigils, chants, symbols or spells, and utilizing papercrafts in spellwork and rituals. Paper Witches may also incorporate their own written works, such as poetry, short stories, manifestos, and more, into their practices. They see paper and the written word as a potent metaphysical medium, and seek to harness its power for their practice. Their craft may be focused on a specific purpose, such as writing for healing, protection, or manifestation.

MUSIC WITCH: a music Witch is a type of practitioner who specialize in the use of music and sound in their spellwork and practices. They see the metaphysical power and influence of music and sound to connect with the spiritual realms. Music Witches may include various types of music in their rituals and spellwork, from folk songs and folk music to modern and contemporary music. They may also use musical instruments, such as drums, chimes, bells, triangle, flutes, and more, to connect with the divine and the metaphysical. A music Witch's craft may centre around a certain type of music, genre, rhythm (humming, chapping, singing chants, during spells, or mood.

ANIMAL WITCH: a variant of a Green Witch; animal Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with animals and the metaphysical power of the animal kingdom in their spellwork and practices. They see the animal kingdom as a vast and powerful realm, with a deep connection to nature and the spiritual world. Animal Witches may incorporate various animal spirits into their ritual work, seek to form partnerships and bonds with animals, and use their own connection to animals and animals they encounter to enhance their spells and spellwork. Their craft may involve a variety of rituals and spellworks, as well as techniques such as animal communication, psychic connection, or animal divination. Some animal Witches may also use bones, wings, feathers, skin, fins, scales, (etc) from deceased animals in their magick, if they choose to do so.

SANGUINE WITCH: meaning “blood” or “blood red colour” in Latin, a type of magick that deals with blood or other life living fluid. Sanguine Witch is a term used to describe practitioners who specialize in working with blood magic. Sanguine magic is the use of blood and other bodily fluids in ritual practice and spellwork. Sanguine Witches seek to harness the power and life-force of blood, the essence and essence of life itself, for healing, protection, or manifestation purposes. They may use blood from their own body or the bodies of others in their rituals and spellwork, as well as working with menstrual blood, animal blood, and other bodily fluids. Sanguine Witchcraft may also incorporate elements of vampirism.

EMBROIDERY / SEWING / KNIT WITCH: embroidery/Sewing/Knit Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in the use of embroidery, sewing, knitting, quilting, and other textile arts in their spellwork and practices. They see embroidery, sewing, knitting, and other fabric arts as an artistic medium, a way to express and create. They may incorporate embroidery or cross-stitch patterns into their ritual work, use knot or chord magick and knitting in their spellwork, or create quilts and handmade items for spiritual purposes. They might also use sewing for healing, protection, or manifestation, by mending or creating new clothes.

SIGIL WITCH: a sigil Witch is a term used to describe practitioners who specialize in the use of sigils in their spellwork. Sigils are symbolic symbols or icons that represent an intent that a practitioner seeks to manifest in their work. Sigils may be simple or complex, handwritten or designed digitally, and may contain all forms of symbols, shapes, and images. A sigil Witch seeks to create sigils by meditating or channeling an intent, and then charging the sigil with energy through specific techniques. Sigils are then used in various ritual practices, such as casting circles, protection spells, and spell jars.

ART / CRAFT WITCH: an art/craft Witch is a term used to describe practitioners who specialize in the use of art, crafts, and creative expression in their spellwork and practices. Art/craft Witches see the creative process as a sacred and powerful act of expression and connection. They seek to incorporate various artistic and creative mediums, such as painting, drawing, writing, needlework, sculpture, and more, into their rituals and spellwork in order to manifest their intentions and desires. Some may also seek to incorporate elements of intuition, inspiration, and intuition into their practices. Their craft may include a wide variety of artistic practices and expressions.

BONE WITCH: witches who commonly collect, clean, and use animal bones in their magickal practice. Bone Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with bones and other remains in their spellwork and practices. Bones are a potent symbol of death, death and rebirth, and transformation, and can hold a deep metaphysical and spiritual significance. Bone Witches seek to harness this metaphysical power for various purposes, such as healing, protection, and manifestation. They may collect and use bones from various sources, including animals, humans, or even fossils (all respectfully), in their rituals. They may also integrate bone art and carving into their practices, as well as utilize specific techniques such as bone readings and bone divination.

ASTRONOMY WITCH: astronomy Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with the skies and celestial energies in their spellwork and practices. They see the stars, planets, comets, and other celestial phenomenon as a connection to the metaphysical realm and the divine. Astronomy Witches seek to harness the energy and power of astronomy and celestial phenomena to enhance and strengthen their own metaphysical energy. They may incorporate celestial energies by monitoring planetary cycles, using astrological charts and interpretations, and observing comets, meteor showers, etc. They may also use celestial imagery and iconography in rituals and spellwork.

ENERGY WITCH: energy Witches are a type of practitioner who specialize in working with the energetic realms and metaphysical forces rather than physical tools or materials in their spellwork and practices. They see energy as a fundamental aspect of existence, spanning all dimensions and forms, from physical to spiritual to metaphysical. Energy witches seek to harness and manipulate this energy, to create and connect with their own metaphysical energy. They may incorporate various methods and techniques into their craft, including meditation, visualization, breathwork, and energy work. Their practice may also include utilizing different types of energies, such as life force, aura work, healing energy, and spiritual energy, depending on desired outcome.

LITERARY WITCH: a literary Witch is a practitioner who specialize in using literature, books, and the power of words in their spellwork and practices. Literary Witches see words and language as a fundamental aspect of existence, the foundation of human communication and expression. They focus on the power and potential of the written word, seeking to embrace their own creativity and literary abilities. They may write their own spells and rituals, and include literary references and imagery in their practices. Their craft may also include writing poetry and songs, or incorporating symbolic, literary, and mythological characters and elements in their work. Also a term used to describe Witches in stories, books, or movies.

WHAT TO PUT IN A BOOK OF SHADOWS/GRIMOIRE:

• Start a lunar diary.

• Keep a dream diary.

• Write your spells.

• Astrology meanings.

• Write your rituals.

• Record rituals.

• Tarot meanings.

• Magickal correspondences.

• Crystal meanings.

• Your natal chart info.

IDEAS FOR YOUR BOOK OF SHADOWS:

• Herbs.

• Deities.

• Crystals.

• Recipes.

• Faeries.

• Elements.

• Mediation.

• Moon phases.

• Casting a circle.

• Full moon names.

• Wheel of the Year.

• History of Witchcraft.

SPELL TIMES

DAWN: spells of study, business, employment, healing, and travel. Preform rituals of purification and to bless new beginnings.

NOON: spells of strength, courage, protection, success, opportunity, and money issues.

SUNSET: spells for release, letting go of illness, heart break, and failure. Banish misery and pain. Perform rituals for breaking addictions and negative habits.

NIGHT: spells for enhance self development. Psychic dreams, awareness, divination, spirituality, love, peace, healing of old wounds, and releasing stress.

PROTECTIVE SYMBOLS AND ITEMS:

• Pentacle.

• Solar cross.

• Mars symbol.

• Hamsa.

• Eye of Horus.

• Triquetra.

• Pentagram.

• Bindrune.

• Hexagram of Solomon.

• Crossed spear.

• Black obsidian.

• Clove.

• Black pepper.

• Rosemary.

• Dragons blood incense.

• Garlic.

• Cinnamon.

• Basil.

• Black candles.

• Tourmaline.

• Bay leaf.

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aloysiavirgata · 8 months

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Dancing that ISNT the PMP scene. Fucking love you gorgeous. ❤️❤️❤️

3 AM finds him waking up stiff and disoriented in the vinyl chair of her hospital room, his feet propped on an upside-down plastic wastebasket. His tie is hanging from the IV pole.

Mulder tests his joints, grimaces at the left shoulder. He’d overstretched it at the pool, shredding 2000 meters in under 30 minutes. He’s been lifting more, been running until he vomits. He doesn’t know if he’s punishing his body for being fit or trying to radiate so much health she’ll absorb it.

Perhaps if it’s the second he’ll need to feed it something other than coffee, Diet Coke, and sunflower seeds. Must be the first.

He examines her narrow form in the bruised light. Scully’s breath snuffles a bit at the cannula and he scans for blood at it but sees none. Her cheekbones curve resolutely past her patrician nose, down to her full, dry lips. There is a small tin of Smith’s Rosebud Salve on the fake wood nightstand. He resists the urge to rub a layer over them. He resists the urge to kiss her beautiful, cracked mouth.

Mulder sighs a bit, runs a finger around the back of his collar. She looks warm to him, looks safe and cared for and utterly beyond his ability to be of use. But he stays anyway, like one of those dogs that sleeps at the grave of its master.

He roams past the nurse’s station, where Jane and Esther give him sympathetic looks. They aren’t supposed to let him sleep in Scully’s room, but Esther is from Yorkshire and calls him lamb and duck and love, and he’s pretty sure he could get the lithe Jane in bed if he wanted to.

He’s drowned his sorrows in lanky brunettes before though, and it never quite took. Turns out he’s a man for dainty gingers.

The radio at the nurse’s station plays “Carolina In My Mind” and he hums along softly, making a styrofoam cup of tea. His father was happy in Raleigh. He was too, as much as he was happy anywhere. He thinks he might move down when Scully goes into the ground, a truth he can only admit at 3 AM. At all other times he will save her.

“Nah then, duck,” Esther says. “Tea from the machine, yer daft ‘apeth, when I’ve a proper kettle ‘ere? ‘Ow’s thy lass?”

He shrugs, smiles vaguely. Jane smiles back. Vaguely.

Mulder presses his head to the faded green wall as his tea steeps. It’ll be terrible, but strong. That’s good enough for him.

He hears a soft shuffling and looks up.

Scully in her spotless white robe and soft slippers, Scully like a Willow Ptarmigan approaching winter. The skin around her eyes is the delicate color of sublimated iodine.

“Scully,” he says, at a loss. She is beautiful in the way of alabaster vases, of all things that can shatter.

She yawns, lips shiny with the salve. Her hands are very thin when she covers her mouth. “Wonderful Tonight” begins on the radio now.

Esther smiles, looks away. Jane checks her watch and walks down the opposite corridor.

“Tea?” Scully says. “That’s more my brand. Why are you still here?”

He gulps the bitter brew. Winces. “I fell asleep,” he says, which is an answer but no answer at all.

“Mmm,” Scully says. She prepares herself some tea as well. Her white hands on the cup, her lower lip snagged between her teeth.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” Mulder says.

“You didn’t. I just woke up. I do that a lot. My circadian rhythm…”

They don’t talk about her suprachiasmatic nucleus of the hypothalamus deep within her brain. Of what it might mean if it’s off kilter.

“I was noisy,” Mulder lies, looking at her nose again. He moves like a cat in her room. Like a thief in the night. “Banged into the bed.”

Scully smiles serenely. “It’s all right.”

Jane stalking the perimeter, Jane frowning at her clipboard.

The moon out the window like a scythe in the dark.

He loves her, does she know? Does he know what he would do to save her and how he’d do it and that he’d swim through blood and blood and blood for her, 2000 meters and back again in a heartbeat?

Scully puts her tea down, Scully looks at him with her late summer eyes in this month of her birth. Scully is dying.

On the radio, The Beatles begin “Let It Be,” and what the fuck, he draws her in, her tousled hair and fluffy robe and her rattan ribs.

“Mulder,” she says, peering up. She clutches his left hand with the pale garden spider of her right.

He twirls her beneath the fluorescent lights. He kisses her her forehead because if he kisses her mouth like he wants to she will die.

Jane does another lap and Esther pretends to read a chart and Scully murmurs along with Paul McCartney.

Mulder watches the flat light bounce off her hair, watches her sway, watches her smile for a moment. She tucks her head against his chest as the song ends, doesn’t withdraw.

“Angel Is A Centerfold” begins, which is hardly the mood he wanted, but they both laugh and the scythe of a moon fades away as they sing Na-na, na-na-na-na, Na-na-na, na-na-na-na in something like harmony.

He doesn’t know what song is next, but he holds her through it and the next one and a few more and Esther and Jane are replaced and the sun begins to burn the blackness away and Scully is warm and awake and alive in his arms for at least another day.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #msr #prompt #cancer arc #memento mori

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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We Tried The World CH3.

THE MASTERLIST WICHITA, KANSAS, 789 MILES FROM HOME.

Kansas greeted you with a sign that told you that you and Steve were now entering the sunflower state. But the fields on either side of you were flat and green, patches of brown mud and a forgotten barn or two.

You’d left The Ozarks early, both of you sitting in the front of the car, gazing at the lake with the engine idling like you were silently saying goodbye.

It had taken a little over two hours to leave Missouri, to pass over that invisible state line that separated you from Kansas. It was nine in the morning, the skies blue, summer still blazing and the car smelled like coffee and the iced tea you’d both ordered to go from a diner on the side of the road, lemon and honey and espresso in the air.

You drove for another forty minutes before you saw them.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you when you eventually did spot them, the sign really did give you fair warning. But they seemed to come out of nowhere, the pastures and paddocks filled with dried out grass and sleepy animals turned into rows and rows and rows of towering flowers, golden yellow, all taller than you.

Sunflowers for miles. The sight made you gasp, made you jump in your seat and throw yourself on the edge, seatbelt strained and your hands curled around the side of the open window. Your smile was contagious, pure elation that Steve laughed at and he was grinning just like you.

You didn’t ask him to stop, you didn’t have to. Steve took one look at your face and then he was pulling off into the dirt at the side of the road, dust kicking up behind you. You were both clambering out of the car and into the sun, the heat, the smell of pollen and fields and farmland assaulting your senses but god, you really didn’t care.

You didn’t think about it when you grabbed Steve’s hand, and he didn’t pull away at your touch either. He let you drag him into the flowers, morning dew soaking your bare legs and arms, painting your sundress in splotches of water. Steve trailed behind you, still grinning, hands still joined, bright yellow petals brushing against his hair, his cheeks.

You walked until you couldn’t see the road, until you could only see the sky, the flowers and Steve.

You only let go of the boy’s hand to brush your fingers over the petals instead, big, green leaves and fallen seeds that crunched underfoot. It became a game, a bag rendition of hide and seek, a catch me if you can, because the flowers didn’t offer that much cover and you decided really quickly that you wanted Steve to catch you.

So you tripped a little clumsily through the fields, Steve only ever a few feet behind, laughing, face bathed in sunlight and yellow toned shadows, sunflower petals in his hair.

He grabbed at your wrists when you let him get close enough, listened to the way you laughed at his touch until he got brave enough to put his hands on your waist, pulling you back towards him, his palms big and warm through the cotton material of your dress.

It felt like another world, another time, it felt like this was a boy you could fall in love with. But then you remembered what this was, this escape, this adventure without a plan and you tried not to think about how nice Steve’s chest felt against your back when he tugged you into him.

It had been a week since you’d left Hawkins and you were already spending too much time looking at the boy with the messy hair. He had more freckles now, his skin more tanned, his clothes a little comfier, less fitted than when you’d left.

It felt like you were watching him fall into himself.

It had been hard not to think about the things you did when you’d spent the last few nights pressed against him in the back of the car. The moon shifting across the surface of the lake, the reflections dancing across the two of you in the dark.

Everything had been good, everything had been sweet, nice, easy. And then two hundred and twenty something miles from Wichita, Steve’s car got a flat tire and everything fell apart for a few hours.

It felt like reality then, less like a dream, like an adventure that couldn’t disappoint and you started to wonder then if this was the right choice. Because it was a Friday evening and if you’d been home, you would’ve been working until eight at the bookstore, walking home to your aunt to have meatloaf and then some ice cream on the sofa in front of the tv.

That was your reality, it wasn't exciting but it never changed. You were both tired, hungry, too hot, the Kansas air sticky and heavy - and Steve was looking at you like this might have all been one big mistake

Or maybe your mind was just playing tricks on you. Either way, your stomach churned.

Steve was already grumbling when the car rolled to a stop on the hard shoulder, kicking up dust as he went, curses filling the car and you groaned. The morning had shifted to late afternoon, lunch missed in favour of hitting the next stop earlier than nightfall. Your stomach growled, your head was aching and your legs felt dead from sitting for so long.

You winced when Steve’s door slammed, the boy pacing the length of the car as he stared at the punctured wheel in defeat. You leaned over the console, squinted out into the open window and the setting sun, the whole world golden.

“D’you have a spare?”

Steve shook his head and swiped a hand over his face. He looked tired, a little bedraggled, just like you felt. The stretch of road had nothing on it, fields and fields on either side, a lone horse on a small slope, a sign that was sunbleached and cracked, one that told you that you were pretty far away from the next town.

You pulled out the map, pushed yourself out of the car into the heat that the sun was leaving behind and Steve wasn’t even paying attention as you spread the folded paper across the hood. You traced the lines of the road, hoped and prayed there would be a pay phone somewhere nearby. There had to be, right?

You threw the map back onto your seat, walked around the car and pulled yourself onto the trunk, the heat from the sun making it warm under your bare legs. You tucked your dress between your knees, frowned when you looked at Steve and saw the pucker between his brows, the way he was chewing at his lip.

“So, what now?” You asked, “do we just start walking?”

Steve huffed, at you or the situation, you weren’t overly sure but the sound was impatient and it irked you more than it should’ve.

“Walk where?” Steve held his arms out, gesturing to the wide, flat land around you both. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

You rolled your eyes at the obvious, pushing off of the car to stand by the boy, head tilted as you inspected the wheel. There was a nail embedded in the rubber, the silver head of it glinting mockingly in the sunlight.

“Well, d’you have a better idea?”

Steve kicked at the loose gravel on the road, scuffed up the front of his sneaker and shrugged again. His hair was a riot from the way he’d been tugging at it and you moved out of his way as he went back to pacing. The sun was getting lower, hazy on the horizon, a deep orange and it was setting the world on fire. It’d be dark soon.

“I’m not leaving my car,” Steve grunted. “One of us will have to stay.”

You startled at his words, turning back to face him as you shook your head furiously. “What?” you barked out, too sharp. “I’m not staying here on my own!”

Steve sighed again and it set your teeth on edge. He rubbed at his eyes, tired, sore, hungry. He mumbled your name and it sounded like he was fed up with you already.

“And if you think I’m walking off into the backass of nowhere by myself, you’ve got another thing coming, Harrington.”

“I didn’t- Jesus Christ - I didn’t ask you to!” Steve exclaimed, hands slamming onto the roof of the car. “And stop yelling, my head is fucking killing me.”

Maybe it was ‘cause you hadn’t eaten since breakfast, way before the sunflower fields. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had a good night sleep since the motel in Illinois, maybe it was the way Steve still hadn’t mentioned how he kissed you on the Fourth of July.

It could’ve been the heat, the ache in your back, the throbbing in your forehead.

Regardless of the reason, you snapped, your own hands coming to land on the roof of the BMW across from the boy. You stared at each other over the car, lips set in frowns, brows drawn tight.

“I’m not fucking yelling!” you yelled. “I’m not feeling all that hot either, Steve, so don’t get on at me like this is my fault.”

The boy scoffed, eyes narrowed, elbows pressed to the roof. “And what? It’s mine? Like I meant to drive over a fuckin’ nail?”

You rolled your own eyes, the heat of the sun, the warmth in the air and Steve’s annoyance making you feel too hot. Your dress stuck to your thighs, to the lines of your collarbones and you suddenly felt trapped.

You were in the middle of fucking nowhere, Kansas, with a boy you kissed once at a party. What the fuck where you doing? The sunflower field felt like days ago, weeks even.

“Sure Steve, that’s exactly what I said.” The tension in your voice was palpable and you hated that the feeling of annoyance was joined by the hot prick of tears at the corners of your eyes.

Maybe Steve caught the way you looked, maybe he saw the wetness at your lash line or maybe he just felt bad, but he softened almost instantly, a drop of his shoulders, a hand scrubbed over his face.

It was getting darker and neither of you said anything. The silence was as loud as the night itself and both of you sighed and leaned on different parts of the car. The boy didn’t ask you to go, to walk until you found a pay phone or a gas station and he didn't leave you either.

It wasn’t an apology on either of your parts but it felt like enough. The tension eased when the sun went down and Steve pulled himself onto the hood beside you, close enough to where you sat with crossed legs that you could feel the warmth coming off of him.

The moon was out, the sky was black but the night was still so warm. It smelled sweet, like flowers and sunscreen and Steve, and god, you were tired. Maybe Steve was too, because he was suddenly leaning closer and his shoulder bumped yours and didn’t move away. You didn’t chance a look at him but you lay your head on his shoulder all the same, holding in a sigh of relief when he didn’t pull away.

“What’s your favourite animal?” Steve asked you and it made your heart skip a beat, because it sounded like ‘I’m sorry.’

“Sharks,” you told him, eyes closing at the feel of him solid underneath you. You pressed your cheek to his shoulder, the tip of your nose close to brushing his neck. “What’s yours?” ‘I’m sorry too.’

But Steve snorted before he answered, shoulders jerking in amusement and you felt rather than saw the way he was peering down at you. You were smiling and you were so sure that he was too, even behind closed eyes, you could feel it, sense it. It changed the air, the mood, the way you felt and you wondered if you’d be okay as long as Steve Harrington kept looking at you like that.

“Sharks?” he asked, quiet laughter colouring his words. He sounded so much prettier than when he was yelling. “Why?”

You shrugged, still sleepy, still with closed eyes and you rubbed your cheek against the soft of his shirt on instinct. You felt him tense for just a second when your face pushed itself into his neck, a soft huff of breath kissing the skin there. But then he was pushing against you more, letting you curl in as much as you wanted, seeking out your touch as much as you were his.

“I d’know,” you mumbled, “I like Jaws.”

He snorted again, thoroughly amused and he seemed your explaination good enough.

“I think I gotta say dogs,” Steve told you. “Which is pretty boring.”

You smiled, “s’not boring. What kind of dog?”

The boy lay his head on yours, his cheek pressed to your hair and suddenly the world seemed so still. Had you been arguing? Did you almost have a fight? Did you yell? You couldn’t remember.

“Golden retriever,” he said and you hummed in agreement. “My parents never let me have a pet, not even a damn fish. I always wanted a dog.”

The silence ticked over, comfortable if not a little sad because Steve’s brow was furrowed at the thought of his parents and the people he’d left behind. But something was itching at your throat, a question desperate to be asked and when you felt it coming over your tongue, weighted with emotion, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Hey Steve?” You didn’t pause long enough for him to answer, but he moved from where he leaned against you, turned to gaze down at you, brows raised. “Why’d you kiss me that night?”

That night. A week ago, an age ago. A whole different state, a whole different time. You didn’t feel like the same person anymore but you still remembered the way Steve kissed you, like you were the answer to something he was too scared to ask.

The silence stretched until an owl called out from somewhere above, a haunting noise that made your chest crack. But maybe that was just the way Steve was looking at you, wide eyed and panicked, like maybe he’d hoped you’d forgotten, like maybe he’d hoped he’d never have to talk about it.

He murmured your name, swiped at his face and sighed.

God, it hurt more than it should’ve. The rejection from this boy you were only starting to know, it stung like sunburn, a harsh nip that travelled over your bones and Jesus, you felt stupid.

You scoffed, laughing at yourself rather than Steve and you slid off the front of the car, away from the boy’s warmth and if he reached out to try and catch at your wrist, you barely felt it.

“Forget it,” you told him, the earlier feelings of exhaustion and ache creeping back over your body. Your headache had dulled but your temples were buzzing again - but that could’ve just been the embarrassment heating at your face.

Steve said your name again, a little more insistent this time but he sounded as tired as you felt. “Hey, no, wait…”

He was moving too, pushing off of the car and walking after you. You hadn’t gone far, just a couple of feet away from him and the BMW with some shitty hope that the air over there would be less stifling.

It wasn’t.

“Are we just supposed to pretend it didn’t happen?” you asked him, arms crossed over your front like they could protect you from his answer. ‘Cause you had a feeling you knew what it was by the way he was looking at you, eyes sad, lips parted, brow furrowed. “Which is, you know, fine,” you lied. “I just thought I’d ask.”

And then headlights were blinding you both and Steve never gave you your answer.

A family had pulled up in a Winnebago, four friendly faces that were eager to help, assisting with a puncture kit and some bottles of water. They didn’t notice the tension between you and Steve whilst the older man worked on the wheel, his wife talking about Wichita and sunflowers and the bobcat they’d seen running across the road from forest to forest.

You felt Steve’s eyes on you as you chatted quietly to the two little girls, their hair in pigtails, blonde and curling at the end. You let them fiddle with the gold rings on your fingers, admiring each design with sweet, quiet voices.

And when the wheel was fixed and you’d said your thanks, Steve opened the passenger door for you and looked at you a little sadly. Neither of you spoke as he drove you both to Wichita, the town sleepy and quiet as you rolled in during the early morning hours.

It was still louder than the Ozarks, an electrical buzz coming from the streetlights, the stars lost in their glow. It was louder than the silence from inside of the car, muted music coming from the bars you passed every now and then, a bus that rumbled past you both at sets of traffic lights.

Steve found a motel with little issue, a tall building off of Central Avenue that had a red neon sign that coloured you both crimson in the parking lot. He looked at you like he wanted to say something, turning the engine off with his gaze on you and you hatred the way the embarrassment you felt still lingered on your skin. His stare felt hot.

“This okay?” he asked, quiet, as if not to startle you.

You only nodded, already halfway out of the car before he could follow and when you got to the reception desk and the woman asked you how many rooms, you were the first to speak.

“Two, please,” you told her, already pulling cash out of your bag to pay for your half.

You felt the boy at your back, chest brushing against you as he leaned in, a hand on the desk, caging you between it and his body. He was staring at the two sets of keys the receptionist placed in front of you, his voice low and at your ear.

His lips brushed the shell of it when he spoke.

“I thought you didn’t like sleeping alone,” the statement seemed so much more salacious than it should’ve been. But you both seemed to remember the nights by the lake, tangled together. “I mean, in a room. On your own,” Steve clarified, cheeks warm.

You shrugged, paying the lady and grabbing your keys, leaving Steve fumbling with his bag before he snagged his own set and followed. It didn't matter that the rooms were side by side, only separated by a thin wall. It still felt too far and suddenly you were cursing your own stubbornness because fucking hell, you really didn’t want to sleep alone in a room in the middle of fucking Kansas.

Home seemed really far away without Steve.

He must’ve sensed your hesitation though, because he paused with his hand on the door knob, looking at you with those same sad, brown eyes. He leaned against the green door, a sickly shade of olive that didn’t match the yellow walls.

“You gonna be alright?” Steve asked. He licked his lips, nervous, dragging a hand through his hair. “Can we talk? About what you asked m-”

But you shook your head, the thoughts inside of it rattling and making it hurt. You wanted to say sorry. Sorry for asking, sorry for acting so childish about it, sorry that you were sad. But you opened the door and kicked in your bag, lifting a hand in a weak wave.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” you told the boy. “Night, Harrington.”

—————

You did not see the boy in the morning.

You couldn’t wait that long. Not out of excitement, nor impatience, no. It might’ve been a little regret but you watched the way the clock on the nightstand clicked over to three o’clock and you were horribly aware of how alone you were.

In a strange city. In a stranger motel, and god, there were footsteps from above and you could hear a couple arguing out in the street. Didn’t Ted Bundy stay in a motel like this?

It’s why you were standing at Steve’s door in bare feet and a too big Hawkins High shirt, your arms folded over your chest as you stared at the number ‘162’ painted on the wood.

It took you a while to knock. But the hallway light flickered and somebody from the floor above yelled out and suddenly you were that concerned about waking Steve up.

He answered like he’d already been awake, the door handle turning quickly and the light inside of his room was so much softer and warmer than the harsh overheads that lined the hallway. He seemed surprised to see you, despite knowing there wouldn’t really be anyone else knocking on his door in the middle of the night. But his eyes widened at the sight of you, hair mussed, legs bare, the thin fabric of your shirt making it obvious you weren’t wearing a bra.

He swallowed, met your gaze with the same softness you’d last seen in the sunflower fields and stood aside, letting you in. The door squeaked when he shut in and his bed was messy, the pillows askew, the sheets hanging off like he’d been tossing and turning the same way you had.

“Can’t sleep?” Steve broke the silence first and you shook your head, standing in the middle of his room a little awkwardly. “Are you okay?”

You suddenly felt very naked, more than aware of your bare legs and cotton underwear that was hidden by your shirt.

“M’fine,” you lied, because you weren’t - not really. You’d felt lonely in your room, an overwhelming sense of feeling lost and you hated it. It scratched at your skin and made you think about the back of the car at the side of the lake.

Your back had hurt every morning and you watched Steve crack his neck when he woke up and stretched out, but neither of you ever complained about sleeping curled into each other.

And one morning, when the sun was barely rising, you’d woken up with a yawn and watched the rise and fall of Steve’s chest under where your cheek lay. It had taken you a while to notice, but when you shifted, you’d felt it.

His hand curled around the hem of your sweater, clinging tight, like he needed to know you were close even in sleep.

Maybe Steve knew you better than you thought by now, maybe it was just incredibly obvious but the boy smiled a little, still kinda sad, almost a little amused and he sat back down on the edge of the mattress.

“You’re not fine.”

You shrugged.

“Can’t sleep?” Steve asked softly. You didn’t answer, but that didn’t seem to matter. “Me neither. It’s too loud, I can’t-”

He paused, eyes on the ugly patterned carpet. He sounded like he was about to admit something he wasn’t ready to.

“I can’t get comfy,” he finished.

You toed the carpet, pushed your heel into the thin scratch of it and nodded. “Neither can I.”

He knew why you were here, of course he did. Steve wasn’t stupid and you weren’t subtle. So he nodded too, pushed himself backwards onto the bed and rearranged the pillows more appropriately. The window was open to let in some cooler air and the breeze ruffled his hair, a pretty mess from trying to sleep.

His eyes seemed darker than before when they found yours and he pulled back the sheets, tilted his head at the space beside him.

“You gettin’ in?”

There was a considerable amount more space beside the boy than there had been in the back of the car. But the bed was no more than a twin, the mattress not made for two people but that didn’t stop you from walking across the room to Steve. The mattress dipped under your weight, knees pushed into the sheets as you climbed in, movements slow as if this was something you weren’t supposed to be doing.

Maybe it wasn’t.

Steve couldn’t move over for you, his frame already in line with the edge and when you finally lay down next to him, he turned into you, lying on his side so the length of him curled around the dips and curves of you. He fit perfectly behind, his chest to your back and you could feel the way his hand lay stagnant between you both, like he didn’t know what to do with it.

You didn’t come to him for a cuddle, or god, anything more. His presence was enough, the solid wall of warmth near you exactly what you needed. Your eyelids were already drooping, lips parting slack as your breathing evened out and just before sleep completely took you, you felt the boy yawn and curl into you a little more, the bridge of his nose pushed into your hair.

It was nice. It was enough. It was what you hadn’t realised you needed.

But when morning came, the heat of the sun was back, the room was empty and Steve was gone.

Maybe that was an exaggeration. His bag was still there, sitting by the desk. But his shoes were gone and the wallet and keys he’d thrown on the nightstand were too.

You sat in the bed, bleary eyed and the morning sun hazy through the sheer curtains, letting into too much light and heat for - you turned, checking the digital clock that was still glowing green - half past seven.

Panic surged through you, just for a second, maybe a minute. Because surely the boy wouldn’t leave you? Why would he leave his bag? Unless it was to throw you off? Maybe he’d emptied it and left, still annoyed by your question, your yelling at the side of the road in the middle of fucking nowhere and fucking Christ, you were alone in Kansas with no idea wh-

The metallic click of a lock being turned made you jump and face the door. It swung open, squeaking in protest and Steve cursed under his breath at the sound, closing it gently before it could slam, two takeaway coffee cups balanced in one hand, a paper bag swinging on the same wrist.

Steve.

Fuck. Steve.

If he saw the worry in your eyes give way to relief, he didn’t mention it. He cleared his throat, cheeks pink as he took in the way you were sitting in the mess of the bed. His bed. The sheets rumpled at your waist, the pillow you’d shared that smelled his shampoo and your perfume.

He held up a plastic cup, see through and filled with ice and creamy mocha coloured liquid.

“I got breakfast,” he told you with a smile, “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”

You could hear his apology between words, hidden underneath the smell of caffeine and the giant fruit pastries he was pulling from the bag. ‘I didn’t mean to worry you.’

“Thank you,” you said, hands already grabbing for the iced coffee he was passing you. Extra ice, two sugars, just like you ordered yourself. “Is it warm already?”

Steve nodded, sitting down at the end of the bed and he was further than he was last night but still so close and you could feel the summer radiating off of him, the sun that had already etched itself into his skin. His shirt was threadbare, thin and a pale green, his jeans rolled at the cuffs so he could get as much fresh air as possible.

“Like an oven,” he told you mournfully, mouth already full of raspberries and flakey pastry. “I miss the lake.“

You hummed in agreement, taking a long drag from your cup, closing your eyes in delight at the sweetness. “I know, a pool would be nice.”

—————

That’s how you found yourself and Steve standing in front of a chain link fence, the smell of chlorine in the air. The outdoor pool was empty, the fence locked and the sign on the front said closed for maintenance.

“Well there goes that idea,” you sighed, clutching woefully at the towel you’d snuck out of the motel room.

The sun was beaming, relentless without any clouds in the sky and your sunscreen was still sticky, coconut and aloe that Steve had rubbed into the parts of your back you couldn’t reach, both of you hot in the face.

There wasn’t much else in the area, the shops lazy, the streets quiet, people spending their Saturday indoors to escape the July heat. So Steve grinned and threw his bag over the fence, making the chain rattle when he started to climb.

“What’re you doing?” You hissed, staring at him wide eyed. You scanned the length of the sidewalk, half expecting to see the flash of police cars, the wail of a siren. “Steve!”

You heard the boy laugh as he dropped to the other side, grinning, bright eyed and full of trouble. He looked at the pool, the glittering water, the way the blue of it bounced off of the white walls of the locked changing rooms. He lifted his chin at you, smirking, baiting.

“C’mon.” He said it like a dare.

You groaned but followed, eyes nervous as they scanned the street as you climbed. You weren't usually one to bend the rules, and breaking and entering wasn’t on your to do list for that day either. But Steve was already stripping off, his clothes left at the side of the pool edge as he jumped in, swim shorts already on.

You squealed at the hit of cool water on your legs, jumping the rest of the way onto the sun warmed concrete, and in a manic burst of adrenaline, you wrestled out of your dress, revealing your bikini and bare skin. You launched yourself in after the boy, hearing him laugh before you plunged underneath the surface.

The water was cool, almost cold and it felt lovely against your skin. The smell of chlorine mixed with your sunscreen, the leftover smell of Steve’s cologne that clung to your hair after sleeping so close the night before. He looked at you like he was kinda proud, like you jumping in after him made him so happy.

The day went like that, uninterrupted, no arrests, clear skies and a whole pool just for the two of you.

Everything was blue and warm, the water, the sky, the navy shadows, the buildings cast across the concrete. And when the afternoon waned and clouds rolled in, they were indigo too.

But nothing was as pretty as the way Steve had been looking at you, brown eyes just as warm as the sun. It had been peaceful, the way you’d swam laps around each other, talking quietly and laughing, the night before forgotten about. You only wanted to remember the sunflowers, the way his hand had found your own amongst the yellow petals, the endless fields.

It’s like the argument hadn’t happened, it was like you’d never asked him that question. And if you pretended hard enough, you could forget the silence that followed it. You both went back to playing stupid, and maybe, just maybe, it was better that way.

Or so you thought.

You were stretched on the pool edge when the clock above the closed snack stand told you it was almost six o’clock. Your legs kicked lazy circles in the water, your arms stretched out behind you, palms pushed to the sun warmed tiles. Steve was in the middle of the pool, messy hair and tanned skin amongst the bright blue and he was looking at you again.

It was a gaze you couldn’t decipher and you realised that’s how Steve was looking at you too, like you were a puzzle, a question he didn’t know the answer to. Or like he was too nervous to say it.

But then there was a small splash, ripples around your calves and then Steve was there, holding onto the pool wall by your side, shoulders brushing your thighs, everything bare skinned, suntanned and wet.

You swallowed hard.

“Hey,” he smiled, soft and almost a little shy. “Tell me a secret.”

You grinned, looked down at the boy with his damp hair and wide smile, new freckles on his cheeks that weren’t there before his day spent under the sun. You kicked out a leg, watched the water splash and glitter under the glow of the sky, dusk settling over the town. It was still quiet and you swore, you could hear your heartbeat.

Maybe Steve could too.

“A secret?” you asked and he hummed, knowing you were stalling. “I dunno, I don’t think I have anymore.”

“Bullshit.”

You laughed, watching the way Steve’s hand curled around your ankle, tugging playfully, threatening to pull you back in with him if you didn’t spill. So you wriggled out of his grasp and gave in, sighing dramatically before telling him:

“When I was six, I tried to smuggle a possum into the house.” You were deadly serious, straight faced when you said it.

Steve stared. And then a grin split his lips, laughter spilling over you like the sun and he tilted his head to look up at you, shaking his head.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” you popped the p, your own laughter colouring your tone.

“Why?” Steve huffed, his humour infectious, his hand on the edge of the pool moving closer to your leg and everything was light and easy and god, he was looking at you in such a lovely way.

“I really wanted a pet,” you grinned when Steve snorted, your shoulders shaking with the way you laughed.

“How did you even catch it?”

You shrugged, properly giggling, and Steve’s eyes were bright, shining with amusement because god, you were something else, he thought.

“Christ, you’re trouble,” Steve mused, lips twisted in a smile, pool water clinging to his lashes. You were sure he’d called you that before, and it made your stomach dip and tumble, because he said it like a compliment.

“Your turn,” you told the boy, when you’d both calmed down enough, cheeks sore from sunburn and smiling. “Are you gonna tell me a secret, Steve?”

He liked the way you said his name, he decided. Like you took the time to let it fall from your lips, like you liked saying it.

He was almost between your legs now, up to his shoulders in cool water, floating in the space between your calves, staring up at you like you were the sun. Maybe he was feeling reckless, maybe he was just feeling brave. It could’ve been the way he thought you looked so fucking pretty with your messy hair and flushed cheeks, drops of water sliding down your skin, casting tiny rainbows over your arms and stomach.

Maybe he just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“That night, at the party?” Steve murmured, his hand brushing your ankle underneath the surface. “I kissed you ‘cause I really wanted to. ‘Cause I’d wanted to for a long time.”

Your lips parted in surprise.

“Used to have the biggest crush on you,” he was pink in the cheeks at his admittance, nose scrunched like he was a shy school boy all over again. “All through middle school, even sophomore year.”

You didn’t say anything.

Steve let himself fall backward, slow and soft into the water, swimming away a little, eyes still on you. He dragged a hand through his damp hair, made it stick up a little messy and shrugged at you as if he didn’t know what else to say.

You ducked your chin at his gaze, suddenly feeling the most shy you’d ever felt in front of the boy.

“Yeah?” you asked to the water, staring at the shimmer on the surface, at the way the setting sun made the pool turn a deep lavender.

“Yeah,” you heard the boy say.

You didn’t have the courage to ask him if still harboured that same crush, if it came back when he kissed you, if kissing you felt as good as he’d maybe imagined it.

So you took his secret like you took all of them, with a smile and a silent promise to hold onto it, clasped tight to your chest like it was your own.

Maybe this one was.

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