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He's not good for much, of course — that holier-than-thou, "farming is for masochistic country bumpkins" attitude isn't just a byproduct of his time at Joja, and the one time you have him weed, he only pulls up what was already aboveground — but what he is good at, he excels in, the town's tax forms with their attached checks finished earlier than anyone would ever do them, the fruit of your labour all accounted for as he takes inventory and calculates the maximum return on each lovingly raised parsnip. It's your agreement, simple as that: In exchange for his continued residence in your shed, he operates it as a CPA office eight hours of the day, suggests ways to improve the efficiency of production (some of which you nearly punch him for), and tries your food, taste-testing new recipes with all the enthusiasm of a man who loves to eat.
So you come to tolerate him, this odd creature of habit in his dark purple longcoat: Every morning, he wakes up the same time you do, makes the rounds of your farm with you, goes back home to crunch numbers until you bring him his food.
burnout, bisque [Wedeck]
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Sonic himself decided to settle down and started a family with the girl who had always admired him. Her name was Audra Bradford. She was a human woman that Sonic had fallen in love with, despite her being 12 years younger than her. Together they got married and had 3 beautiful children Keith, Declan, and Gertrude. Sonic was happy... for a time.
Sonic Dies in Prison [Penutsonfire]
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Will stepped forwards once, wavered, then stepped back again. The woman looked unimpressed. Mischa pressed a hand to her mouth.
“You need some help, sir?” Despite it being a question, her tone implied it wasn’t.
Will, however, looked overwhelmingly relieved. He turned large, pleading eyes to the woman.
“Please.”
Mischa couldn’t hold back the snickers anymore.
The Beginning, The Becoming [Bridgidl]
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He thinks he wants her at times, like he's dying for her in a desert, as if only she could nourish his hunger, his thirst. When she's far away from him, he wants to capture her attention and keep it close, even if it's just through a text on her phone. It's fine, as long as she's looking at him.
i started a joke [worn]
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No other words were said, but no long and preachy speech was needed to draw him back to the truth he’d strayed from. With the brevity of a single breath she dispelled all of the fears and feelings of inadequacy which clouded his reason and blinded him from the love she so willingly offered without intention of ever taking back.
The Light [orphan_account]
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Higher and higher, spiraling into lightning blues, her moans so damn loud the whole building must hear. It’s almost too much. It is too much, her vision flashing bright, her body writhing, Silco holding her thin hips down with sudden, sharp mercilessness, twisting his fingers and jabbing into the same sensitive spot, again again again.
amaranthine [yanderemonoma]
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She debated lighting another, taking it slower, but the high of nicotine was something she had to dance around with care. She'd been through the motions before, before she knew it she'd be marching down to the corner store and picking up a disposable vape again, only to make herself sick halfway through the cartridge and give it up for the next few months, handing it to Brett with the explicit orders of "Keep this shit away from me," with a queasy expression. Whatever he did with it, she didn't care.
Yeah, she'd rather stick to Adderall.
you're like nicotine, I've gotta quit [wavesovrce]
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It was a Wednesday. A Wednesday that he would never forget.
Sonic Dies in Prison [Penutsonfire]
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She still didn’t quite know how to handle her new appearance. It wasn’t something she had thought of before she had seen the picture. Her hair was no longer blond, her face no longer full, her body no longer stocky. She couldn’t really complain about the new face she sported – as it goes it was a considerably great one. The girl just wasn’t sure how to feel at the knowledge that she would never see her own face again. She wondered how long it would take before the face in the mirror stopped looking like a stranger.
The Beginning, The Becoming [Bridgidl]
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This one, in particular. This new one. The betrayed. This one is special to Cicero; this one is patient and gentle, and speaks kindly to Cicero; this one does not challenge the Old Ways - the right ways; this one brings Cicero little gifts from time to time and keeps me company in the longest hours; this one has a lovely complexion and a fair smile, the prettiest eyes and a breathtaking physique…
This one is…good. Just good. Perhaps the Night Mother will allow Cicero to break tradition, just this once, for he thinks he could truly…love the Listener.
Yes, I could love the Listener.
Skyrim - Canon x Reader Romantic Oneshots [orphan_account]
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Her eyes were luminous—a warm, incongruous brown in the muted landscape of the underworld. Determination and rebellion blazed through them, and he marveled at the way they seemed to pierce straight through him, impossibly profound in light of her blithe youth. She was a butterfly in flight, captured mid-motion with the universe in her gentle grasp, rewriting his fate with a flap of her wings.
Deliberate [double_blind]
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Demons implied angels, after all; shinigami and doomsday books implied cosmic realms and a dizzying weight of time. Past and promised future: wars and rumors of wars, fought before there were any such creatures as men. To all that time, Sebastian's life with him could be nothing more than a passing instant; and surely his mind must be filled more with the endless past than with the minutia of the Phantomhive houses that were his to manage, and Ciel's revenge that was his to help achieve.
The Second of our Reign [Phoebe_Zeitgeist]
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“Mr Valjean, I hope you realise that having shirtless students in your classroom whilst holding a sign that says ‘fuhrer’ does not look good. What with your already questionable record.”
The Miserable Times at Musein High [neverbirds]
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He had spit in his mouth and clammy hands and the dirt tossed over his grave smelt earthy and fresh, like a park we could have walked through together, pretending to be unaccompanied and swapping mutually plagiarized theories about the state of world affairs.
four people light yagami never loved [youremyqueen]
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Gardner looks up at him for a long moment, her head gently tilting to one side and sending her bangs into her eyes. It leaves them shadowed, as she speaks again. "...When?"
Endeavor shifts, possibly frowning. "What? You mean when will he rise to the top?" He snorts. "Well, after sweeping this farce of a festival-"
"When did you give up?" Rachel Gardner, the absolute lunatic, asks.
Endeavor stiffens.
They all stiffen.
quiet like a fight (shanatical)
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She brings me her supermodel heart, and the bible she keeps on her shoulders. Novocain and sleeplessness and pregnancy tests, and I come home late and leave early and we grow old that way. I only live to 23 and she to 26, but we're well past ripe by then.
She is always beautiful and I never love her, but I grow used to her and that is the whole story. Nothing is ever good between us, but nothing is very bad, either. I grow frazzled and she loses consciousness and we pay the maid who comes twice a week to water the plants so that they don't die.
She, surprisingly enough, is the calmest tragedy.
four people light yagami never loved [youremyqueen]
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In the place of soft feminine curves and submission, Morty longed for sharp angles and a lean body toned with years of fighting tooth and nail against the entire universe. He longed for long spidery fingers callused by years of tinkering running over his body, caressing him, commanding him. He longed for the harshly spoken words of his mentor and the acceptance he could never seem to find.
Another You [The-Clairvoyant-Rick]
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