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oumaheroes · 9 months

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I miss the UK bros, how are they doing this time of day? Getting into trouble? Fighting? Getting absolutely pissed drunk and singing as they walk home? Fighting? How are my boys?

~Izzy

I'm very glad you asked 😌

This fic also relates way back to that poll I had, wherein I asked people who they wanted to see Wales written with in a small fic. The answer was a brother, so I chose North!

Characters: Wales, Northern Ireland, UK Bros referenced

Warnings for graphic details of butchery

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Art Show

‘So, do you think I should ask them?’

‘I think they’ll be offended if you don’t.’

‘Yeah, but should I.’

Wales looked up from the dead sheep he was laying out on the old fashioned stone table and wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, ‘Do what you want, love. It’s your art show.’

‘Yeah but that’s you saying that there’s still a right answer.’ Leant against the rough outside brick of the barn nearby, North spun his mobile between his forefinger and thumb, the screen a dark mirror catching the sun.

With a far brighter flash of light, Wales picked up his boning knife from its spot on the table and wiped the back of it on his overalls. North eyed it, then the dead sheep, and ignored the urge to head back inside.

‘There’s not a right answer,’ Wales said slowly, ‘I’m just telling you that they will be upset if you don’t invite us.’

‘You’re invited.’

‘If you don’t invite all of us.’ Wales gave him a pointed look, conveying to him the need to honour a long-held understanding (long, at least, to North’s lifetime) that there were certain things that must be done As A Family. To exclude one or more of them from one of these unspoken events was a sure-fire way to surface old grudges North didn’t even want to try to understand. Annoyingly, most of these events involved himself.

‘I think it will be nice.’ Wales offered to the silence. ‘You and your friends’ work all hung up in a proper gallery, a chance to walk around your college. We could even go for dinner afterwards. Like...’

Wales stopped himself, maybe hearing the impossible wish in his words that made North feel embarrassed and hungry for it at the same time. Silently, Wales twisted the sheep to the position he wanted it and then, in one practised movement, slit the whole thing from throat to groin. North gagged and turned away.

Wales clucked at him in concern, gaze still focused on the sheep and the knife, ‘Are you alright?’

North didn’t trust himself to speak. He clamped his jaw tightly shut, turning back to focus on the green hills beyond the farm over Wales’ shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up.

‘It’s nice of you to watch but you really don’t have to.’

North had offered to help him, actually. Wales was very kind to omit that.

‘Alisdair will think it’s pointless.’ North continued thickly, watching Wales skin the sheep in a few quick, strong tugs, his shoulders tightening and broadening under his baggy shirt before softening away again.

‘Oh, he can piss off. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself in a place like that.’

‘He thinks me being in college at all is stupid.’

‘He’s a hypocrite. He’s had human friends before. And more human lives than I can count.’

‘He might not even come.’

‘He will.’

That’s what North was actually worried about. He knew all of them would turn up if he asked them to, they had for everything else. School plays when he was much younger, football and rugby games, sessions in parliament- there was always one of them present in all of his early achievements. Older now though, it felt strange. North didn’t know what was worse, Scotland grumbling and picking fault in the entire thing and North’s enjoyment of it, or maybe Patrick finding it all amusing. Like a hobby or passing fancy North had picked up, rather than anything to be taken seriously. It was only an end of year art show, for a module he took only because some of his friends had chosen it, but he’d found that he’d liked it. He’d worked hard on his final piece and wanted that to be recognised.

The idea of them all together, in a place he had chosen and cultivated separately for himself, felt too much like a clashing of two worlds that he was averse to see coming together. With their different accents and odd turns of phrase, they were a hard thing to normalise and explain away even if they did behave themselves.

Wales waved his knife towards the smaller building that bordered the barn, ‘I’ve left the slop bucket behind. Fetch it for me?’

‘I don’t know why you have to do this yourself.’ North called behind him as he jogged over to the door, ‘It’d be easier to take them to the butchers when they need to go.’

‘It’s important to do things yourself sometimes,’ Wales said simply when he returned. He dropped some gory looking shapes into the bucket, and they hit the bottom with a wet smack. The meaty smell of them made North feel sick, ‘You forget things if you don’t practise- easy to take the new alternatives for granted. And it always tastes better when you’re part of the process, more like how I remember.’

Wales looked at him and then back to the sheep, ‘Don’t leave anything to waste, if you can help it. This’ll make a lovely mutton stew; keep me going for days.’

North stared into the bucket warily, not feeling very hungry at all.

‘I‘d enjoy myself if I went.’ Wales said, his hand back somewhere North couldn’t look at for too long, ‘I really want to go, and I know they would do too, if they knew about it. We’ve never had many chances to enjoy small things like this for what they are.’

North toed the grass, feeling uncomfortable, ‘I suppose I could ask Alisdair when we go to the gig next week. See what he says and then tell Arthur and Patrick.’

Wales gave him a wide smile. Something inside the sheep cracked, ‘I think that’s a wonderful way to do it.’

‘You can't take any pictures though.’

Wales’ smile dropped, ‘Why?’

‘All of my friends will be there; no one else will be doing it.’

‘Of course they will.’

‘Not as many as you do.’

Wales rolled his eyes, ‘How about the small camera? My “digi-cam”- I can take that?’

‘No one uses those anymore.’

Wales pulled a face, ‘I’m sure they do. I only got that a few years ago.’

‘It was at least 15.’

Wales shrugged, unbothered, and dropped a few more horrible looking things into the slop bucket, ‘My camera phone then.’ Then, when North made a noise- ‘and I’ll only ask for one posed one.’

‘Fine.’

#aph wales #hws wales #aph northern ireland #hws northern ireland #hws british isles #aph brit bros #aph uk bros #hetalia #aph #hws #heroes writes

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creekfiend · 2 years

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I never heard of bluetick dogs before I started watching Moishe grow up on your blog! May I ask what some of his breed-specific mannerisms are? Is he a kind of working dog that needs a bunch of jobs? Or more of a chilling out dog?

Honestly I only have personal experience with our weird neighbor's dogs. Because they keep fucking showing up at our farm 😂 but his have really nice temperaments. A couple of his older dogs turned up here like a year or two ago and just vibed around the place like goofuses. We closed them in our shed/pen area to keep them safe while we tries to contact the breeder and they were here for over 24 hours and just... chill. Very sweet. Very smelly. Very dog neutral and people friendly

In general the impression I get about coonhounds is they should be like that -- although I hear some lines or breeds can produce aggression problems, like a friend of mine with a redbone says she hears about aggression popping up sometimes with those but idk

They're pretty much only used by old school hunting guys who are pretty offline compared to a lot of other dog breed communities and who tend to have pretty different priorities as well. But I will say that the local blueticks have all been exuberant at times but easygoing, not hyper or anything. And hounds should always be dogs that 'pack up' easily which is nice in multidog households

Its always a toss-up how a dog from lines mostly bred to live in kennels will adjust to living in a house but all the coonhounds I know of who are pets have adjusted just fine and tend to be lazy in the house

Moses has been an easy-ass puppy. He self regulates astoundingly well and I'm honestly jealous because he will do stuff like PUT HIMSELF DOWN FOR NAPS when he gets tired, which... **looks at Lambchop** lol

My mom has been really sick recently and not as able to get him out and was expressing guilt about it to me the other day because Moses has been just FINE about napping with her in bed all day apart from a couple like, 30min bouts of puppy silliness/zoomies etc. Like he just doesn't care.

Definitely not the same vibe as, like, breeds that you hear "they need a job" about, lol, I think those tend to be herding type breeds and they adjust less well to being pets than scenthounds, when you take one from a working farm sitution and make it a house pet, but that might be an overly broad generalization

With coonhounds they're not going to be super like, handler sensitive (or sensitive at all lol) and that's where the "stubborn" thing comes in I think. Although since Moses showed up SO early, and we have been raising him carefully and with lots of puppy culture foundations, his handler focus is honestly much stronger than I expected but I don't know how much of that is due to his innate temperament etc as I don't know any of his immediate relatives. In general the adult coonhounds that I've met seem to have a "yes I love you so so much let's kiss okay I'm going to go do hound stuff now bye :)" approach to people, lol

In general they'll follow their noses!!!!!!! They'll run off and they'll bay. That's what they were bred to do. Moses' baying is really weird sounding and yelpy right now like a goofy teenage boy 😂 we started really strong with his recall and check-in training to try and balance any "running off" tendencies he might develop in adulthood but right now he's amazing and gets lots of cheese for coming to find us when he has off leash time around the farm. Unlike some other dogs that might have "run off and tree an animal" urges, coonhounds don't seem to be fence testers in my limited experience

BUT YEAH I have a data set of like, 4 dogs?? In terms of personal experience. Anyone else who has more please feel free to weigh in. If you got this far, here is my mom's little buddy for ya :)

#moishe pup

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thecoddaughter · 8 months

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TLT: The Musical (QSMP Edition)

So I was driving two weeks ago and listening to the album, thinking of the eggs. Then this week I found an animatic that I link later that finally made me make this post.

ALBUM BREAKDOWN BELOW THE BREAK <3

Prologue - All the eggs about Mama Dragon

The Day I Got Expelled - Dapper

“It mostly gets you killed in very nasty ways,” this kid has a lot of close calls and 2 nightmares.

Strong - BadBoyHalo & Dapper

I don’t want to just call Dapper Percy but then I relistened to this song. It is Skeppy-core. “Blue food isn't normal, blue food is strange and that's why it's my favorite. I never want to change. To make it boring orange or green. Why be blah? When there's aquamarine?”

The Minotaur/The Weirdest Dream - Chayanne’s Nightmare vibes…

Another Terrible Day - Teacher Quackity

“So don't expect me to be happy to see you. Of course, being alive is temporary” Selina: Forever Katie: Tallulah

Their Sign -

Percy: Tallulah - “The guy didn't need to be "Dad of the Year" but it's clear he could've shown us a sign” Chiron: BadBoyHalo - Vague yet philosophical is his whole shtick Luke: Chayanne - oldest sibling core, “When parents are distant or seem non-existent; Hang on, 'cause you're gonna be fine.” Put You In Your Place - Clarisse: Chayanne, server’s known protector (dad Philza) Annabeth: Pomme, servers most underestimated warrior (dads Etoiles & BadBoyHalo)

Campfire Song -

Luke: Chayanne, eldest egg - “I'd wait by the phone, but the phone never rings” Percy: Pomme, youngest egg - “I hope he shows even a trace 'cause I got some choice words to throw in his face!” Annabeth: Leo - “She's sworn off gluten and she's sworn off guys… my dad works all day so I left Virginia and I ran away” Katie: Dapper - “She gets excited when it starts to rain but planting and planting and planting's a pain.” (I know he likes the farm, shhhhh) Grover: Tallulah - “He went for a hike to explore new frontiers and no one has seen him for thousands of years” Chiron: JuanaFlippa (ghost) - “My father is Kronos… Remember my lecture… He ate his children” Selina: Richarylson - “The goddess of love, my mom's Aphrodite. She tries to be cool but mainly she's flighty.”

The Oracle - Angel and Foolish

“You shall find what was stolen and see it restored… You shall be betrayed by one who calls you friend… And you shall fail to save what matters most in the end”

Good Kid - Richarylson

This poor kid is cursed with disappearing parents who feels its somehow his fault. “Gabe was a world-class jerk. Dad was never there. The only family that really mattered? Well, she vanished into the air and now I finally find a haven. Someplace safe, where I can stay 'till it's "Pack your bags, Percy! Now go, go away!"

Killer Quest -

Percy: Richarylson - “I'm leaving now, I better pack; Hades took my mom, I'm taking her back” Grover: Dapper - “You're my best friend, dude, so don't get mad but I suspect you'll need protecting when things get bad” Annabeth: Pomme - “Five long years stuck at camp underneath Athena's locked down clamp, been waiting for my chance to prove I'm champ!”

Lost! - (go watch the amazing animatic to this song by MeapleTea that I talked about yesterday)

Percy: Tallulah Annabeth: Chayanne Grover: Ramon? (idk, i was trying to think about who they hang out with the most and i’ve seen a few clips of Phil and Fit recently, the wiki about eggs is outdated and i’m not up to date yet)

My Grand Plan - Pomme

“I've always been a tough girl. Always been the one not to run from a fight. Always been a tough girl 'cause most girls never win if they're polite” “Someone will notice me”

Drive - Bobby’s Dungeon :(

Jaiden: “Yo, guys, are you aware we keep surviving every creepy crazy thing” Weather changes: “As you can see, Bob, we've got thunder and flooding and hurricane-level winds. We urge all citizens to stay off the road…” Is Ares Cucurucho??

Weirdest Dream (reprise) - Dapper’s Nightmare vibes…

Tree On The Hill - BadBoyHalo (Alternatively Slime about Tilin)

If Pomme ever asked him about JuannaFlippa. He wanted to take her away from harm so badly. “There's a tree on the hill, up on Half-Blood Hill, that watches over us… Silent and still” “And there on the hill, up on Half-Blood Hill. A cold wind blew, dark and chill. For nothing would slake its wrathful will, we had to make a stand. And maybe if I'd been a little bit braver! Maybe if I'd stayed behind to fight! But "maybe" doesn't let me go back and save her! "Maybe" doesn't make it alright!” “And it's there reminding me of all I failed to be the tree on the hill”

D.O.A - Federation

Reviving eggs: “From heroes to half-bloods, with their pitiful tears thinkin' that they'll save a loved one from below” About working for Fed: “Down here you're D.O.A. and you're here to stay. Yeah, you're stuck forever. Never get away. No hope of survival.” To the Order: “You ain't ever gonna save what matters. You ain't gonna protect your friends. You ain't ever gonna be remembered.”

Son of Poseidon - Leo

IDK Foolish is part shark… Also gives triplet vibes, “We'll take him down, we work well in three.”

Last Day of Summer -

Maxo: “What do you do when the quest has ended? What do you do when the battle's won? So many questions left unanswered. So many things still left undone.” BadBoyHalo: “Do I stay because it's safer? Back to the home I left behind? I could stay and train for a piece of the action but what about peace of mind?” Baghera: “Ugh! What's my deal? Why do I feel there's something left I still need to find?” Pac & Mike: “I thought when I finished my quest, everything would make sense. But it doesn't. It's the last day of summer, but I don't feel like anything's over.” Cellbit: “I get it. My quest was supposed to be the biggest thing in my life. I came back changed. But the rest of camp was exactly the same.” Foolish: “They won't bother to show their face. It's time to make the world our own. Time someone put them in their place.” Forever: “Ares thought we were starting a war between the gods, but it was bigger than that. It's about wiping them out - and taking our turn.” Jaiden: “I've been here since I was a kid. I did everything they ever asked, yeah I did and for what? So I'll do anything.I don't care if I hurt anyone. It doesn't pay to be a good kid.” Etoiles: “The gods were never on our side, so I think it's time we watch them fall and soon you'll see what I did. Soon they'll be no gods at all!”

Bring on the Monsters - Etoiles, Baghera, & Pomme (and the other eggs)

#qsmp #qsmp as songs #qsmp as pjo #qsmp pjo au #qsmpblr #qsmp eggs #i aint tagging anyone else that's too much work

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pixelshary · 8 months

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I built an entire farm on a 50x50 lot, spent a whole week doing it, and then dropped the game for another week afterward because I just didn't feel like playing. When I finally wanted to play again, I demolished the entire lot and bought a smaller one🤧

It disheartens me so much. Now I'm just going to want to play again when the exam period starts and thats really sucks🤧😓😩

hello dear anon! 👋😊 yea i think the lot i took is 40x50 ... i'm a slow builder and for me i was quite fast with it bc i just liked it so much. and i think bc of the fact that i build so much at once burned me out and my head was not liking it at all! 😅 and the most problem i have is .. i have the idea what i want to do and then i need the lot and there we are at the problem. slow builder ... and after too much time with it i will not do what i planned to do. and that's just a never ending story sadly .. 🙃 and yea that's a big bummer too!! when you don't have the time the urge to play is sooo strong but when time is free ... nope .. no play! 😭😂 but i wish you the best of luck for your exams! and that you have after it the time to play and be happy with it! 😊🧡🌻 wish you a beautiful day/night! ☕🌿 oh and i hope you saved your lot! bc otherwise .. NOOOOOOOO!!! 🙈🌼

#ask #anon ask #🌻🌻🌻

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healingagoddess · 2 years

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In a world of our own

Request: Self care date night with ajak? - anon

Warnings: English is not my first language. Slightly NSFW.

Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader

Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to write this. I wasn’t feeling well.

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There is always work to do at Ajak’s homestead. There is always something to do – and she is a morning person. You like to help; so you always rise when she does. You love watching the sunrise with her as you both do your morning activities mounted on your horses. There is something breathtaking about the earth as it wakes up – having Ajak with you makes it even better. But today the sun won’t shine, instead a foggy and misty morning greets you as you both leave the stable. And there is a loud silence where you know you won’t be able to hear her even if you can.

“It’s cold this morning.” She murmurs from her horse.

“Just to think everything we have to do today.” You comment not complaining.

“Well, then… let’s… not do that.” She says never once losing her focus on the road.

You consider for a moment, it is almost the end of fall and there’s still some things you’d like to check before winter comes. Although, both of you prepare with anticipation and have everything organized, you still feel an obligation to do your duties.

“Um… I am not… sure.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just stay in bed for the rest of the day, and I’ll make sure everything is okay. It’ll rain later today anyways; I set everything for the farm in anticipation.” She is so tempting, and she does ease your worries. So, both of you put back on your pajamas and go back to bed once you arrive after putting the horses away.

It feels amazing to stay in bed; you don’t do it often. You sink completely into her putting your head on your pillow right on top of her head. You close your eyes for ten minutes and when you open them again it’s almost night time. You sigh in satisfaction still nestled in the warmth of the body glued to your side. Ajak proceeds to squeeze you between her arms for a few seconds. You get an urge to squeeze her back and shower her with kisses, but she has a strong hold on you.

“I’ll treat you today.” She states, you can hear the smile in her voice.

“Oh?” You ask, tapping her arms to let you go.

She lets go and accommodates on her side as she finally opens her eyes to look at you. You take this as an opportunity to attack her with your embrace, you immediately glue yourself to her side burying your face in between her chest. She chuckles and holds you close.

“I will treat you tonight. Stay in bed and I’ll make dinner.” She murmurs softly with her lips pressed against the top of your head, followed by several kisses.

You try to dig deeper between her chest, but unable, you nip it slightly.

“Okay, but can I help you?”

“But if you help me then I won’t treat you. Just relax in bed, it is cold out there”

“But I want to be with you.”

It is notorious that wherever Ajak goes; you follow. But this night she insists you stay in bed, and it takes a while for you to let go. You find it boring to be in bed without her, so you turn on the tv. You go through the menu and settle for a romantic comedy in a Christmas movie; however, it is so boring. You get out of bed and go find Ajak, you know she won’t like it, so you just peek through the entrance frame until she lets you stay. You make sad puppy sounds to let her know of your presence.

“Y/N.” She sighs before putting her hands on her hips.

You keep staring at her with big doe eyes, and she gives in.

You sit at the table as she makes dinner, and she looks so cute in her pajamas. She is so tiny but so powerful; you are obsessed. She finishes dinner which consists of pasta and garlic bread she made herself. You are practically dancing in your seat as you eat – food gives serotonin. She just stares at you behind her cup of coffee, her expression is always unreadable, but you know she is not judging.

After dinner you thank her by sitting on her lap – kissing her lips, neck, and cheek – whispering sweet nothings to her. And she sits there glowing with a smile on her face. There is nothing better than to be filled in her aura; it’s like she radiates cosmic energy.

You proceed to sit there as the rain begins to fall, and you are both comfortable just being in each other arms. The way she grabs your hips and plants neck kisses, returning your sweet nothings. She is gentle, but she leads every touch and holds so much power over you. You wonder what she is like around her… eternal friends. Sometime during the night you decide to move to the couch to watch tv – where you both lay down as she throws a blanket over your bodies. You, being the big spoon, and her, being the little spoon. You like being the big spoon because you get to kiss her more, and you can be touchy.

You opt to watch any romantic movie on TV, so you end up watching some romantic Christmas movie. But you barely watched any of it because you got distracted; one, when Ajak went to make some hot cocoa; two, when you were kissing her back, shoulders, and neck; three, when you got horny after that and she had to take you there. So, you only got to watch the ending which made you emotional. Now, she has to literally drag you to the bathroom.

“Would you still love me even if I lose the Christmas spirit?” You ask once both of you are settled in the bathtub.

She is behind you playing with your hair, and replies just to reassure you. “Yes.”

“Would you still love me even if I ruin Christmas?”

“Yes.”

“But, would you still love me if I knock down the Christmas tree?

Sigh. “Yes.”

“But even if I turn into the Grinch?”

Concerned “… yes.”

You finally relax and allow yourself to rest on her front. You turn your head slightly to rest it on her cheek bringing a hand up to caress her face as you stare at nothing. You just enjoy her company, and don’t freak out when the lights go out. The candles she had in case that happened make it seem romantic, but its pale light won’t light up the room. You smile to yourself, and you take this opportunity to rely on your other senses and lean back your head on her shoulder. You take a deep breath, and suddenly; you hear her breathing and the thunder of her heart; you hear her moving in the water, and tapping the bathtub. You can feel her too, how she slips and presses against your body. You turn your head to the crook of her neck; the smell of roses invades your nose. You give her wet and hot kisses. And she hums as she closes her eyes and throws her head back giving you more access. So, you return the favor from before and take her right there.

By bed time you are awfully satisfied by the amazing day you had with Ajak; it felt like a date. And all throughout the night she continued to massage your back, your shoulders, and your legs before falling asleep. You sure love spending time with Ajak like this, having her all for yourself and just relaxing in each other’s company. You swear to have more date nights like this.

#ajak #ajak x reader #eternals one shot

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icharchivist · 1 year

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I was hoping for funni event, instead I got depression, existential crisis and headache from crying

But why is Raphael so hot in his farmer outfit and why I have feeling he is somewhat responsible for helping them meet in that place, he is kinda sus me think

And for some reason I find it absolutely hilarious that Michael couldn't look at other angels, because too bright and literally burrowed herself underground given christian lore and just... That's pretty Lucifer thing to do, huh, by christian lore I mean

Also where the hell are outfits for Michael, gimme

I wonder if we will get continuation with maybe Lucio and maybe Aoidos for music

Speaking about farming event, Bubs with transcended Baha nukes extreme fight and I find it very interesting for some reason

I just wonder about Michael's fate episode: will it be about theatre and acting? Guess I will see from 30hours from writing this

And reading your reactions when not knowing anything about A3 was pretty entertaining experience, guess that's how people bothered by me feel like, maybe just less entertained

Hm, could we say that motto of the event is "be cringe, be free, do what you love and what makes you happy" almost makes me want to leave my own underground, but world isn't ready for story with 5 Lucifers... At least at moment it's 5, huh

it could have been a funni event, but seems like the urge to explore angst with theater was too strong lmao

but yes Raphael was really hot this event and it's honestly so funny that the first thing they do now that he has a proper voice is to have him say long monologue about how meetings are part of fate in the wind or stuff like that. I wouldn't be surprised if he was responsible for a bit of nudging in some elements, pretty sus.

and yeah good point about Michael. it's also interesting to have the character associated to Fire, ie, what would be a guiding light, basically go underground because everything else is too bright. that's some interesting way to approach it. Annd i suppose, as Lucifer's second in command, it explains why she followed the Lucifer's path of the mythos.

BUT YEAH MICHAEL'S OUTFITS ARE SO GOOD

and please i want a continuation so bad. Lucio could comment about the theater. Please Lucio has been talking about wanting to stop Sariel from reaching the rainbow after all, imagine they settle that by an act off. (do normal people even know what an act off is or is that an a3 only thing.)

and Aoidos for the music. yes. it'd be hilarious. come and make your soundtrack on stage sweetie. Falsch really feeling like the only normal person in this shady group huh.

AND YEAH SAMe, i have Bubs fully uncapped and Baha transcended once and i'm already seeing the difference nukewise. it's insane.

I REALLY HOPE MICHAEL'S FE IS ALL ABOUT ACTING. BUT ALSO IT MEANS I WILL HAVE TO SPARK FOR HER. IT'S TERRIBLE. I WAS NEVER PLANNING THIS.

AND HELPPPP GLAD IT WAS FUN TO READ. It really tapped too much into my deep love for a3 i just couldn't be normal about it. At least i know the two groups of followers following me either for my gbf or a3 rambles were ALL confused. Confusion for EVERYONE on the dash today.

Hm, could we say that motto of the event is "be cringe, be free, do what you love and what makes you happy"

exactly and that's what's good. acting is about having fun, and bonding with others. It's about the happiness you find by being cringe with your friends. Summer Troupe approved.

almost makes me want to leave my own underground, but world isn't ready for story with 5 Lucifers... At least at moment it's 5, huh

FIVE OF THEM.

Keep going friend, i think it's a really good thing. the world is not ready but it should be one day. It will have to be. one day.

#ichareply #ichablogging gbf #ichablogging wmtsb #ichablogging moletroupe #ichafantalks gbf #lucyferros

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lenofiga · 6 months

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I like wrio but surprisingly don't feel a strong urge to roll for him. Mostly because I'm too lazy to farm these days, plus I end up defaulting to my ganyu comp anyway even after spending time building new units (sorry kaveh) 😞

#also can someone confirm whether cloud retainer's sus leaks are legit or not please please

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dandiequeen · 2 years

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Summary: The scene where Vannah & Asher are having dinner, and she tells him she's pregnant. Then she goes to her parents' cabin. Then, they kiss and make up. Vannah and Asher both spend the weekend at the cabin.

Rough Draft: Vannah's PoV.

During my life, both in and out of the Marines, I have learned to always be prepared and to expect the unexpected. However, what I wasn't expecting or prepared for, was finding out that I was pregnant for the fifth time in my life. I am forty-nine years old and a mother to five children; Stella and Oliver are the eldest at thirty-one, Denver is twenty-five, Jackson is twenty-three, and my youngest, Gracynn, is fifteen. I am not prepared to be a mother to a newborn at the age of fifty.

My only hope is that Asher will be willing to help me. He is older than I am and will be sixty next year and his daughter is sixteen, so I am not so sure that he will want to help. I pray that he does.

I pray that he is just as happy as I am when I found out that I am pregnant.

*flashback starts*

I groaned as I sat back against the bathroom wall, exhausted. Off and on for the past two weeks, I have felt the urge to vomit every time I woke up or every time I smelled something strong, such as coffee. In addition to the almost constant feeling of nausea, my breasts have felt tender and sore, and I have gained a little bit of weight. My first thought was that it was menopause. However, when it came time for my monthly cycle, I was late.

Then it dawned on me.

Asher and I didn't use protection the first time we had sex.

I was scared shitless. When I was pregnant with Gracynn, my youngest, I was in the beginnings of a divorce with my then husband, Gideon. She came as a complete surprise, conceived shortly after I was medically discharged from the Marines. I was so incredibly happy. Gideon, on the other hand, wasn't as happy. He said some terrible things and even went so far as to shove me and hit me. I didn't do anything about that- although, I probably should have.

That is why I was terrified to find out whether or not my symptoms led to the possibility of me being pregnant. I don't think I could handle the sting of rejection from Asher. I don't think I could handle it because I've fallen in love with him.

After making sure I wasn't going to vomit again, I rinsed out my mouth and made sure I looked somewhat presentable. I needed to discretely take a trip to the pharmacy. God, I never thought I'd be buying myself a pregnancy test at the age of forty-nine.

After I got back home from the pharmacy and a quick trip to Starbucks for my favorite iced tea, I locked myself in my bedroom. I went into the ensuite bathroom and took the test. Talk about the longest five minutes of my life.

My eyes were closed and my hands shaking as I picked up the pregnancy test. After a moment of terrifying hesitancy, I looked at the tiny screen.

One word and one plus sign.

I'm pregnant.

*End of Flashback*

I pulled myself out of the flashback when I heard a knock on the screen door. Asher was here for our weekly date night. Since we began dating six months ago, we made it a priority to have at least one free night where we could have some alone time. Between me trying to run the farm, and Asher being busy with his work as a high school History teacher, we had our hands full. I looked forward to these nights and the intimacy we shared- whether it be sexual or not.

However, tonight? Not so much because I am terrified. I'm terrified of rejection, verbal abuse, and even though I highly doubt he would do it, push and shove me like Gideon did.

"Hello, love." Asher said as he kissed my cheek and offered me a single red rose.

"Hey, Darlin'. How are you?"

"Better than ever, now that I'm here with you."

"Sweet talker," I said as I put the rose in a small vase that sat on the table.

After giving me a proper hello kiss, he asked me, "What's for dinner? I'm starved."

"Of course, you are. I just made a simple soup and salad. It sounded good." I shrugged my shoulders. There was no way I was telling him the real reason I chose the soup and salad route. I chose it because I'm pretty sure that they're two things I can actually keep down. Morning sickness has limited my choices and it sucks because I love food.

"Anything you make, I'll eat," he reassured me, "you know I love your cooking."

"Thank you, babe. Oh, and dessert is a surprise."

Asher raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

I just hummed in response.

After a lovely dinner of soup and salad, I went to get our dessert, a chocolate cake... and the gift that contains the pregnancy announcement. It was a small box wrapped in a soft blue colored paper with a white ribbon and bow. Inside of the box was the pregnancy test I took last week, the sonogram photo that I got at my first appointment the other day, a small cow stuffie, tiny cowboy boots, small blanket with baby farm animals on it, a pacifier, and a card all of which were nestled on top of some shredded light blue tissue paper. Inside of the card, which was nondescript, it read:

Dearest Asher,

I once heard that it takes two to tango. In the dance of love we shared, something wonderfully unexpected was created. And when everything grows in the spring, so will an extension of us.

I know that this unexpected miracle seems impossible, and I'll admit I am utterly terrified by it. My love, we created life: Coming Soon In Spring of 2022.

All My Love,

Vannah ♡

Asher didn't acknowledge the cake, as he had seen the gift first. "Vannah, what is this for?"

"Open it and find out."

I stayed sitting down as he opened the gift. He didn't bother reading the card first, just looked at the stuff inside. The look of confusion made me nervous.

The majority of the emotions that fluttered across Asher's face as he read the card were hard for me to gauge. The last one, I was able to decipher; it was the look of worry, slight happiness, and pain mixed together.

After some moments of tense silence, I bit my lip before saying tearfully, "I'm begging you, please say something. Anything."

"I've got to go." He muttered as he threw his napkin on his plate and got up from the table.

My heart broke into a million, tiny, jagged shards. The only good thing about his reaction is that he didn't get physically or verbally abusive towards me like Gideon did, when I found out I was pregnant with Gracynn. As I watched Asher walk out of the house, I broke down into gutwrenching sobs.

My kids and Asher's daughter, Isla, were all at the movies. I was thankful for that because it meant that they wouldn't see me in a snot faced mess. There was this feeling that I needed to get away from the house. Since my parents own a cabin three hours north of the farm, I decided that it would be the perfect escape.

Before leaving, I penned a note to the children explaining that I was going to the cabin for a few days and that Isla was more than welcome to stay here while I'm away. After that, I grabbed the gift I gave to Asher and put it in the front seat of my truck as I got ready for the long drive to the cabin.

The next morning, I woke up in a bed and to the smell of coffee. It was strange because I came here alone and had fell asleep on the sofa last night. So, it was one of two people who decided to come here: Stella or Asher. I desperately hoped it was Asher.

I didn't even bother changing out of my sweatpants and tank-top before making my way downstairs. I was already feeling nauseous as the morning sickness was starting to make an appearance, but when I got into the kitchen and smelled the coffee, I felt the all too familiar churning in my stomach. I wasn't near a trashcan, so my only logical option was to vomit into the kitchen sink.

Just as I leaned over the sink, I felt strong, calloused hands hold my hair back from my face. It was Asher. But if he had a disappointed reaction to me telling him I'm pregnant, why is he here?

"It's alright, love. I've got you." He murmured as he rubbed soothing circles on the small of my back.

As I finished my bout of getting sick, I turned around to look at him. His eyes were red rimmed and slightly puffy, with small bags under them. They were sure signs that he had been crying at some point during the last several hours.

"What are you do-" I had to turn back towards the sink as I vomited yet again. I don't remember ever having morning sickness this bad with any of my previous pregnancies. This little one will definitely keep me on my toes.

"What am I doing here? I came to apologize, Vannah. Also, to explain why I reacted the way I did- which was totally inexcusable."

I rinsed out the sink and the acidic taste from my mouth before speaking. "Let's go somewhere where I can't smell the coffee."

"Lead the way."

I led him out into the screened in back deck. He took the liberty of sitting in one of the arm chairs that sat at the end of the sofa, tugging me down until I was sat sideways on his lap. After, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his hands on my hip.

Laying my head on his shoulder, I sighed heavily. "Spill."

"It took me all of about ten minutes before I realised that my reaction was a bit rash and completely rude. After I spent some time contemplating how much of an ass I was, I drove to Zoey's... grave. Just to ask for advice and to tell her I'm going to be a father again."

I was confused. I thought that Zoey and Asher were just divorced because he never talks about her and she isn't in the picture, so to speak.

My confusion must have been sensed as he continued, "Zoey was my fiancée. We were together for two years before Isla was born. Zoey was twenty-five when she died just after she gave birth; she had some sort of hemorrhage and bled out too quickly for the doctors to be able to do anything."

I felt tears well up in my eyes both from my emotional state and from his story of Zoey. "I'm sorry," was all I could say.

Shrugging his shoulders he said, "It's in the past. Now that I think about it, and this may sound a bit morbid, but I can take it as a blessing."

"WHAT!?"

"Just think about it; her death and the events that have happened after it... well, they eventually led to me finding love with you."

He had a sweet and morbidly valid point.

"Anyway, after visiting Zoey, I drove back to your house. Stella opened the door when I knocked and gave me a proper dressing down. She also, said she understood my reaction and that I had some serious groveling and apologizing to do and what you went through with Gideon. Stella gave me the address to this lovely place and then, I drove home and packed a bag so I could come and stay with you. I want to apologize to-"

I cut him off, "It's okay, I understand."

"No, Vannah. It isn't okay. My reaction was inexcusable. The thought of something happening to you, like it did to Zoey... let's just say it's terrified me. However, that gave me no right to be such an ass."

We had sat in silence for a few more minutes before I suggested we get changed out of our pajamas and into actual clothes. I wanted to take him to Miss Daisy's Diner, a small fifties themed diner down the road from the cabin. However, even though Daisy wouldn't mind it, us showing up in our pajamas would be a little weird.

"Hey Asher, do you want to go out for breakfast?"

"What have you got in mind?"

"Well," I answered as I stepped out from the bathroom, "There's a little diner not far from here that has food to die for."

"Sure, why not?"

As I started to brush my hair out, he walked over to me and gesturing to my hair brush, softly asked, "Here, let me?"

I handed him the brush and closed my eyes. Never, have I ever had a lover as attentive as Asher. Where Gideon was brash, possessive and oftentimes obnoxious, Asher was the opposite. He wasn't very possessive over me, wasn't obnoxious and loud, and he was reserved, very loving and gentle. It's quickly becoming clear to me that he is my one true love.

I must have been lost in thought as I felt him place a kiss on the back of my neck and roughly whisper, "There you go."

I smiled at him in the mirror. "You didn't have to put my hair up into a messy ponytail. Thank you though."

"Anything for you, love."

As we entered the diner, Daisy appeared. "Annie! I haven't seen y'all in a bit, where ya been?"

"Hey, Miss Daisy!" I gave her a hug before continuing, "If you lead us to my normal spot, I'll tell you everything."

She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Fair enough babygirl. Three pancakes, six slices of bacon, one egg over easy, one piece of homemade cornbread- with butter, peanut butter and honey? Served with a glass of freshly made sweet sun tea, with a slice of lemon?"

I looked at her with a slightly guilty look. "Yes, ma'am."

"And for you good lookin', what'll it be?"

"I'm not sure. I suppose I'll take a glass of sweet sun tea, and if you have stuffed hashbrowns, that would be delightful."

After she led us to my favorite spot, the dining area in the back that's usually reserved for special occasions, she went to make our breakfast.

"Damn it, she knows," I muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since the first time I have been pregnant, I made it a point to come here on the weekends and she remembers the order. Every. Single. Time. That woman knows almost everything and I don't know how she did it, but she just took one look at me and knew I am pregnant."

"Well, my darlin', you do have that slight glow to you that every expectant mother has."

When Daisy sat our plates and drinks in front of us, she eased herself into the chair across from me. "How ya been, Annie?"

Where do I even start? The last sixteen years have been rather hellish. It started with the divorce from Gideon, being pregnant with Gracynn and having her almost a month early, being told I'm partially blind in one eye from an injury I got on my last deployment, to a slew of other problems.

"Where should I start?"

"Start off from when you had your last little one?"

I was nervous to say anything. Not because I don't want people to know, but I dealt with some things that I've never told anyone about because I've always kept things to myself. Another reason I was nervous is because I don't want Asher to run from me, after he hears about some of them.

With a reassuring squeeze on my knee, from Asher, I began speaking.

"Well, after Gideon filed for divorce, I found out I was having Gracynn. He wasn't happy and told me he knocked up his mistress- so somewhere out there, the kids have a half-sibling. Anyway. The pregnancy went relatively well, but I had Gracynn a few weeks early."

Daisy looked at my thoughtfully, knowing there was more to the issue with Gideon, but she didn't push. "What about yourself?"

I put my fork on my plate and took a sip of my tea. This was going to be uncomfortable to speak about, but as each of my therapists have said, it will help a great deal to talk about what I went through during my time in the Marines and afterwards.

"As you know, I was in the Marines for eighteen years. I was on three deployments and on my third one, I was injured."

Before I could continue further, Asher asked how I was injured.

"Our convoy was driving through a small village on the Afghan border when I saw a man with a bomb strapped to his chest, heading towards a small school building. At the time there were only a few people walking around outside and a small group of children were inside...."

I trailed off taking a deep breath. This is something that a select few knew about; my Commanding Officer, my therapists, and my doctors.

"Before anything could be done, the guy walked into the building and detonated the bomb he had strapped on himself. The several of us jumped off the humvee we were in, and ran into the school to look for survivors. I-I found a little girl, her little brother, and their teacher, still alive- albeit barely. I picked the kids up in one arm, the teacher in the other, and brought them back to the humvee. Then, I ran back into the building to double check things and seen that only five out of the six of our platoon members made it out by themselves. The sixth one... sh- she was passed out and I am guessing because of the fumes from the explosion."

I took another deep breath before continuing, and hoping I didn't have a PTSD attack. "On our way out, I felt something fall from what remained of the roof and hit the left side of my face. I screamed for help and then fell to the floor with my platoon member in my arms. When I hit the floor, I landed on my knee. It pretty much shattered it on impact because of how heavy my gear was, and how much my platoon member weighed and how heavy her gear was."

I felt Asher wipe away a tear that I didn't know was falling down my cheek. "My love, so brave, so fearless."

I gave him a tremulous smile.

"After a total knee replacement, nineteen stitches, and two weeks of being in the hospital, I was released from the Marines. Six months afterwards, I was officially, medically discharged and retired; being in the Marines earned me a Purple Heart, and a few other medals."

I briefly paused to finish my tea and breakfast. Despite this being mentally exhausting, it does feel pretty good to talk about it.

"You know the story with Gideon, I won't delve into that. Anyway, at the end of my pregnancy with Gracynn, there was a slight issue with her heart beat dropping, so we had to induce my labor. Gracynn Renee Knight was born three weeks early, on May twenty-first, two-thousnand-seven. Gracynn was so tiny. She was only six pounds, and was the smallest and most adorable little one."

"What else?" Daisy asked.

"Well, I was diagnosed with PTSD, arthritis, depression, and anxiety. I have only had one major episode of PTSD; it was Gracynn's first Fourth of July. We went to my brother's house and there were fireworks. Needless to say, that flipped a switch. So now, I just bring noise-cancelling earplugs to block out the loud booms."

Daisy rounded the table and gave me a tight squeeze. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, child."

She sat back down before speaking again. "So, how'd y'all meet?"

Asher answered, "I'm a History teacher at Birch Valley High. It was Veteran's Day, and the class was able to invite a veteran if they knew one. Vannah, showed up in a splendid little dress and-"

He was cut off as I was forced to rush to the nearest bathroom.

I heard Asher come in and kneel beside me as I heaved up what I had just eaten. He was rubbing soothing circles on my back and murmured, "It's alright, love. You're okay. I've got you."

Asher was being so kind and caring and it, along with the force of me emptying my stomach, made me cry.

"I lo-love you."

"I love you too, babygirl."

"C-can we g-go home now? Being in this place is making me queasy."

"Yes, my darling," Asher answered softly, as he helped me off of the floor.

Woo-hoo, end of the chapter! When writing almost anything, you are typically supposed to write the starting chapter first. Of course, with me being me, I wrote the chapter that marks the half-way point in my book first.

This chapter (and the whole book, really), is partly for my mom. Several years ago, she encouraged me to write a book, and here we are now, writing, "Their Second Chance".

Whether you like it, love it, or hate it, please feel free to leave a comment. You're feedback (even if unpleasant) is welcomed and appreciated!

Included is a picture of Vannah Alexandra St. Claire, the main female character (drawn by me).

Much Love ❤

#original story #original character #romance #slight age gap #fiction #love story

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cursedwateringcan · 3 years

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Me when I’m in the mood to play a farming sim

#harvest moon #hm #story of seasons #hm sos #sos #stardew valley #sdv #its that time of the year again #I'm feeling a strong urge to farm

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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So you’ve mentioned Demi milking a lactating reader a few times. Care to elaborate more on that? ;)

A/N: Haha, well, the lactation and reader type I'm mainly thinking of is a human he has at his farm and has a lust over. Kind of like his prized ewe (since he calls humans sheep). XD I was thinking what kind of twisted thing he'd do to get milk to the 'lambs', as he's still a demon that doesn't understand the age range of humans (and or he just doesn't care, really). But, I guess if an SB MC was into that type of RP, she could be in the same situation.

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His gloved hands were always all over her—her breasts, mainly. The demon was methodical, careful as he squeezed and gently applied what pressure he could to urge her to lactate. It was always every morning he would come in to make sure she was producing milk, and then come back hours later to squeeze and apply pressure to entice her to continue.

The doors to the front of the lone barn that Demiurge made for her and her alone opened, the demon (intentionally) walking slowly down to the stall that housed his prized bipedal sheep.

A part of her wanted to fight him the moment he stepped in, not only just for fun, but for whatever twisted enjoyment she could endure just from being touched by him. Odd to say that, over the years, she had grown a sense of delight of just being fondled by him. She would deny it strongly, of course.

He opened the door to her stall, noting the huffing and aggressive stance already. “Now, now,” he cooed, “is it going to be that kind of day?”

She ran right towards him, hoping to push past him and make it out to the hay covered aisle.

His strong grasp grabbed upon her upper arms, preventing her from even making it an inch past him. Feeling such a thing, her heart pounded in her ears. Lower lip quivering, she stammered out any form of expression that could at least be confused for agony and not pleasure.

Odd to say, it was like being offered water having gone days without it the moment his gloved hands grabbed upon her. Perhaps she was just touch-starved, but either way, it was welcomed.

“Come. Come with me now,” the devil encouraged, escorting her back within the stall towards the hanging shackles that would keep her hands from wandering.

She attempted to fight him, but the devil was stronger.

“I am sure your breasts are hurting anyways, my dear.” His grip firmly kept a hold onto her wrists, getting them up to the one shackle with ease before bothering with the other. “Why you fight me is beyond my understanding.”

Finally, she was contained. He was at least decent enough to clothe her. Without her knowing, Demiurge was far more kind to this one in particular. He gave her more food than the others and decent, washed clothing as well. He even changed her hay bed regularly by his own hands while the others had to stew in the soiled bedding for a time.

He removed his gloves, grabbing onto the button up shirt she was gifted to begin undoing the buttons one by one. Feeling the clothing become less tighter as he went on was oddly euphoric, but she did her best to keep to herself.

Finally free of the clothing, Demiurge's hands gripped onto her swollen breasts to squeeze the one nipple just a bit to make sure she was still lactating. Milk squirted forth onto his fingers, to which he grinned at the sight before moving to the other to make sure it too was still full.

“Perfect,” he muttered to himself. Grabbing the baby bottle, he popped the lid off before doing his best to milk her breasts to where they were empty.

She trembled, teeth biting at her lower lip to prevent herself from whimpering in pleasure. This shouldn't be pleasurable, and yet...here this sinner was, making her weak.

Demiurge's fingers rolled against the nipple, squeezing it to get the milk to release before noting the odd whimpering sounds she was making. His elf ears twitched to the sounds, only to be distracted by the smells that shortly followed. That wasn't urine, it was something else—something far more pleasant.

A scoff rumbled in his throat. “I see...” He paused in his work, placing the top back on the bottle. “Am I unintentionally arousing you, my dear, or is it your time of the year to be in heat?”

Hearing him ask such a thing, she brought her legs quickly together as a warmth of embarrassment blanketed her cheeks. “I-I don't know what you mean...”

“That so?” He put the bottle off to the side. Getting to his knees, he forced her legs apart before digging his index and middle fingers inside of her womanhood to feel how wet she was.

She thrashed about, crying with euphoria guiding the act. She didn't care who heard her at this point. The sensual touch was too much for her to handle, but she didn't wish to give this devil ideas.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered, moving his fingers a bit deeper before slowly pulling them back out again. “Good girl,” Demiurge praised, admiring the milky-white substance that now coated his claws. “So, you're ready to produce a baby on your own, is that right?”

Her lower lip quivered, not certain how to respond. “I-I didn't...”

Demiurge smirked all the wider. “Forgive me, pet, but I don't see any being here that would be worthy of granting you such thing.” His eyes slowly opened, showing the crystalline sight he often kept hidden. “Maybe I would be a better sperm donor for the cause, but I have no desire for a child just yet.” He grabbed onto her face, making sure her eyes met his. “I wish to be a bit selfish for awhile longer still...”

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio. She laughed when you said you were too.

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer.

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica.

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked.

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?"

"There." She points at the screen.

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?"

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest).

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question.

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean."

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas."

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here.

"No timer?," she asked.

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart."

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?"

"Something like that."

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better.

But she can't know.

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze.

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her.

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you.

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…"

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but…

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that."

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair."

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo"

"What was that?"

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…"

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too."

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before.

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?"

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier– looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too."

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?"

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them."

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door, but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over.

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart.

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her– that is how eerily quiet it is.

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then."

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?"

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here– just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too."

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!"

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch."

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them."

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective."

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light.

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip.

"So cute…"

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence.

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice."

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry."

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually."

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair.

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup.

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…"

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house.

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down.

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?"

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was."

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes.

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?"

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…"

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything."

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep.

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home.

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before.

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place.

#three bees writing #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #black widow #black widow spoilers #black reader insert

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Oh my gosh! Clara! 700 followers!! wow!!! That's amazing!!!!! You deserve them all!!!! the exclamation marks!!!!! cannot!!!!!!! convey!!!!!!!! my happiness/proudness/excitement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You deserve ALL the followers! All of them! and many more! Keep going, you fantastic creature!

Ok for hcs.... Maybe Kili with a strong, buff, gentle giant farm boy? like this dude is tall enough that he struggles in the houses of men and has to duck under doorframes constantly and Kili sees him and is like "......... 0o0 I'm very much in love with this man". He tells Fili and Fili rolls his eyes and goes "you're in love with everyone you meet" and Kili's like "No really he's my one" (I'm sorry that's so long and specific but I've been thinking about this for days)

Ok and then also Eowyn with a farmgirl/cowgirl? (I'm sorry, I keep wearing my mom's cowboy boots and now I'm fixating on farms)

You don't have to do them both, I just couldn't pick! (and don't feel pressure to do either one)

Love you! Congratulations!!

YOU HAVE MADE MY ENTIRE LIFE WITH THIS ASK THANK YOU:

this is the face of a lad who is respectfully looking up at the 6′9 giant man who just came into the tavern and bumped his head on the doorframe. Kili is just in total awe, looking (again, respectfully) at the massive muscles toned and hardened from years of working in the fields and stables, and the goofy smile and shrug the farm boy sends his way after catching him looking (a gesture that truly meant “whoops bumped my head again oh well” but for kili it made his entire face flush). Kili immediately would tear his eyes away and look down into his ale, and Fili, noticing all of this, knows exactly what’s going to go down and rolls his eyes before ordering another round and asking the bartender to slide an ale over to the farm boy and say it was from kili (king).

kili is not aware of this since he’s currently doing the adhd zone-out and imagining his life with the farmboy in his head so it comes to great surprise when the farm boy plops down next to kili a few minutes later and fili slides away.

the poor lad would be blushing like mad as the farmboy thanks him for the drink and starts making conversation, but kili composes himself quickly and starts his usual flirty antics.

“You look fairly strong,” he notes, looking the farmboy up and down. At this point in the conversation, kili would have used his charms and now the farmboy is blushing.

“i suppose so,” he says, taking another sip of ale. kili smirks.

“I’ve yet to meet a human able to beat a dwarf in a test of raw strength. Care for an arm-wrestle?”

The farmboy agrees, and kili holds his own for a good while, but the farmboy overpowers him in the end, which makes kili’s bisexual brain explode. anyways, one thing leads to another and soon they become lovers.

A few highlights:

-Kili’s favorite thing is getting picked up. Farmboy can do it with no effort and Kili just smiles like an idiot as he gets carried around in his big strong arms.

-Height difference. especially with kisses. Either Kili finds a stool or Farmboy picks him up against the wall. they both prefer the latter.

-Kili introducing Dís and Thorin to the farmboy and Thorin being skeptical because ‘not a dwarf’ but Dís being thrilled (and slightly concerned at how long farmboy will be able to not injure himself walking through their house)

-’as you wish’

-Kili walking through town with his hand in Farmboy’s, even tho he has to reach up slightly to grab it.

-cuddles with Kili being the happiest little spoon in the world and Farmboy feeling a compelling urge to protect the incredibly accident-prone and impulsive dwarf he loves

-Kili constantly looking up at his super sweet and strong farmboy bf with admiration and the stupid-with-love bisexual awe eyes

-Fili thinking he had peace now that kili was with someone but ending up having to listen to kili rant a billion times a day about how amazing his boyfriend is.

#700 followers #kili #kili x farmboy #kili headcannon #bisexual kili #the hobbit #fili #dís #thorin #the hobbit headcannons

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The Sun Sets With You

Chapter Three: Beneath the Oak Tree

Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Ezra Prospect x f!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Strained parent relationship, death of a parent, grief, anxiety, it’s gonna get a little fluffy in this one!

W/C: 3.9k

A/N: So I'm honestly really proud of myself for this chapter, there's a little something that I wrote while I was in Ezra's mind & I still can't get over it. I hope you all enjoy! As always, thank you all so much for the love & support!

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~APRIL NINETEENTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN – AFTERNOON~

At the day’s end, you begin your trek back to the house, the heels and balls of your feet aching in a bruising way with each step. The sun creeps lower and lower behind you as you walk and you can feel the warmth of its rays hugging your back. There was a time you would enjoy watching the sunset, when you would stay in town the few extra moments to revel in its beauty and its promise to you that, although darkness will soon creep in, the sun will rise again and bring with it a fresh beginning.

Now, though, your newly appointed duties force you to neglect your favorite time of day. Right after closing the shop, you headed over to the butchers shop for the cheapest pound of beef, cut up into chunks as requested by Pa, and began walking. Not looking back at the town or the sunset, but not able to look forward either. Muscle memory takes over your legs, the map in your mind leading you straight home and all other directions you may have anticipated moving towards are erased completely now.

As you walk up to the farm, you see Mr. Prospect far into the fields, digging weeds from the Earth diligently with the hoe in his hands. You gander upon him for a moment, slowing down your pace just to glance a little longer than might be considered appropriate. He’s discarded his jacket and his white shirt looks dirtier now, the sleeves rolled up to his biceps to reveal his tan arms. They’re not overly muscular, but you know they must be strong with how hard he’s working the fields.

You misstep while your head is turned to Mr. Prospect, the toe of your boot catching a fairly large rock in the dirt and it causes you to trip. You stumble, but regain your balance quickly and feel the flush of embarrassment flow through you, your head now facing forward with the front door to the house in your sights. You take another peek at Mr. Prospect, his attention still focused on the dirt, obviously not having seen you fumble and you thank whoever above that he had not been looking your way.

Once inside, the aroma of vegetable broth is swirling through the air; Pa had already begun the stew, thankfully, relieving some of the responsibility from you. You walk into the kitchenette and set the wrapped beef down onto the only free counter, then you remove your bonnet and bag, hanging it on the wooden hook and turning to place the lockbox back inside the safe.

You turn back to the kitchenette, unwrapping the paper to reveal the raw meat within and you dump it into the boiling broth with the vegetables. A simple stew; you’ve no spices besides pepper and fresh rosemary from the garden and the meat was already salted by the butcher, but it was always a favorite that Ma would make. Yet, when you try to cook it, it never comes out with the same taste anymore. As if Ma had put her own love into it and it was another part of her you just would not have anymore.

After some time, the stew is finished, the broth thickened and the vegetables and meat cooked through to tenderness, and just then, Pa walks into the house. He walks as if the weight of the Earth rests on his shoulders and he breathes deeply, trying to regain the air in his lungs he had lost from the hard work of the day. You stand in the kitchenette, waiting for him to move from the frame so you are able to greet Mr. Prospect as well, but Pa shuts the door behind him.

“He did not wish to join,” Pa says simply.

“Did he explain why?” You ask.

“He said he did not want to impose. I did not press the matter; if he chooses solitude, I will not force his hand,” Pa replies as he sits down at the table.

You keep quiet, deciding not to further discuss the subject so as to not upset Pa and you ladle a helping of stew into a bowl for him, carrying it along with the basket of rolls to the table. You set it down in front of him and after he says his silent letter to Ma, he begins eating. You serve yourself some stew as well and sit down at the table. You and Pa eat in silence, as usual, but there’s a nagging thought in your head that will not subside. As much as you try to throw it to the wind, your curiosity gets the best of you and as you stand to grab your dishes, you find the courage to confront your father.

“Pa?”

“Hm?” He grunts, packing his pipe with tobacco.

“Why did you not inform me of Mr. Prospect yesterday?” You ask quietly, hoping he will not be upset with your questioning.

“I did not see the need to. Not until I had a chance to speak with him myself.”

“I could have helped, Pa. You could have sent him to me and I could have spoken with him,” you continue as you move to stand closer to him. He sighs deeply.

“No.”

His quick response comes out cold, a spat in the face more like, and you immediately take offense. Clearly, Pa still sees you as a child and, like a child, he expects you to bend to the laws he has established in this house. Your pulse races, the grown woman within you takes over your mind and you feel the urge to fight for your position. It breaks your heart; you were used to fighting for yourself in the town, but now you find yourself fighting against your own father.

“Why? Do you not trust my judgement? I’ve put my work in for the farm like you and Ma have before me,” you reply in a firm tone.

“Because I am the owner and I will hire whomever I see fit. Enough of this.”

He nearly barks at you, like the Bakers’ dog that would frighten you as a child whenever you passed its territory, and you feel that same terror rush through you now. You try to see reason, but no acceptable excuse comes to mind. Perhaps he did not feel as though you have earned his respects as the young lady you are. Whatever he thinks of it, you feel it may be best to settle the subject. For now.

“Yes, sir,” you say softly. You turn to the kitchenette, place your soiled dishes in the basin and walk back to the range, serving a helping of food into another bowl with a spoon and setting a roll on top. “I will go offer some stew to Mr. Prospect.”

“Leave him be, daughter. If he wished to eat, he would have joined us at our table,” Pa says with a furrow in his brow.

“Perhaps he is intimidated, Pa. Afraid to sit and converse with us after the town has already been so unfriendly. If he wishes to be lonesome, I will respect it. But I will not let him go hungry simply for his preference.”

Before giving Pa another chance to argue, you step outside and shut the door behind you. You take a moment to yourself once you are far enough away from the house. A crushing feeling sits on your chest, pressure building and building and you take deep breaths in an attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart and quiet the ringing in your ears. You allow yourself to feel the cool breeze from the night flow across your face and closed eyelids as you find your center again.

You had hoped Pa would see you as an adult by now, not a helpless child. The loss of your mother only matured your soul more than it already was previously. You wonder what Ma would think, if she would agree with Pa or with you. Only more sadness courses through you, though, as you remind yourself that you will never know the answer.

Finally regaining your strength, you walk towards the barn, bowl in hand and heart drumming nervously in your chest. Why? Why so anxious? What is it about this mysterious man that has you feeling like a schoolgirl again? He was absolutely an intriguing – and rather handsome – man, far different from the men around town, as well as friendly, so why had everyone else been so disconcerted by him? You truly must have a different set of eyes, then, because you only wish to know – to learn – more.

You reach the ajar barn doors and knock on the wood softly to announce your presence. There is some shuffling from within until Mr. Prospect pulls open the door, his gaze full of pleasant surprise to see you standing in front of him.

“Sunflower,” he grins. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I apologize for interrupting your rest, but I figured you might be hungry after today,” you reply and hold out your hand with the bowl. He glances down at it, quickly looking back up into your eyes.

“I couldn’t, miss, I would feel as though I am taking advantage of your kindness.”

“Nonsense,” you scoff and his eyebrows twitch amusingly at your rebuttal. “It is the very least we can do since we are not able to pay you much. ’Sides, I’ve already served you; I would be more offended if you were to decline now. Otherwise it will go to waste and that will not sit right with Pa. Or with me.”

“Very well, Sunflower. I would hate to disappoint, so I will accept. Thank you very much,” he smiles and grabs the bowl from your outstretched hand, his fingertips lightly brushing your palm and a slight tingle from his skin on yours trickles through your hand. “May I ask you to join me?”

��I’d best not linger; I’m afraid I’ve managed to upset Pa tonight and I’d rather not cause him any further distress before sleep,” you explain, pushing past the temptation to say yes.

“I am sorry to hear that; I hope my being here hasn’t caused any controversy between you and your father.”

“Not at all, it has nothing to do with you, Mr. Prospect. Rest easy,” you smile.

“Thank you, dear Sunflower. Both for the ease of mind and also for this meal; I cannot wait to taste the flavors that have charmed my nose with its temptatious smell.”

You giggle softly at his statement; he speaks so differently, his own elocution, it seems. You bow your head slightly at him and take a turn to leave, but a lingering curiosity prompts you to speak.

“Mr. Prospect, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” he grins while he waits.

“Why do you call me ‘Sunflower’?”

“Do you take offense to my endearment, miss? I do apologize-”

“No,” you shake your head, offering a small smile for your expression to match your acceptance of the name he has bestowed upon you. “I must admit I quite like it. I was only curious.”

“It is because you glow as one; bright as the sun, yet gentle as its petals. Though, its beauty would diminish greatly were it next to you in comparison.”

Your neck, cheeks, and ears burn; an almost overwhelming heat you have not felt since little Morris Clark snuck a kiss to your cheek as children in the school play yard. Though, there was nothing childlike about the sensation rushing through you. His words make you smile; a genuine smile you forgot your face was capable of producing.

“I… I hope you enjoy the soup. I-I will be back for the bowl and spoon in the morning,” you stutter and attempt to hide the jubilant grin on your face by biting your lip. “Goodnight, Mr. Prospect.”

“Sunflower?” He calls out as you’re mid-turn, causing you to stop at his beckon. “Please, call me Ezra.”

Your smile breaks wider across your face and Ezra grins back, nodding slightly as he watches you consider his proposal. You take a breath to calm the thumping of your heart.

“Goodnight… Ezra.”

“Goodnight.”

~APRIL TWENTY-FIRST OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Sundays were your favorite days. No, not because of church, but because it was the only day of the week where you were able to close the shop early enough and have a spare moment to yourself. While everyone was busy praising God, praying to Him to prove they were holier than the rest of the town and repenting for the sins they committed during the week (just for them to start fresh on a new batch the next morning), it was the day you found your own escape.

You intently watch the clock ticking on the wall until the work day comes to an end and you quickly rush to the door to flip the sign, guaranteeing no other customers would make it through. You head back to the counter and carefully examine the ledger and count the coin from the day to assure each sale has been accounted for. After checking it once, you go through it again to reaffirm it’s correct and close the book.

You gather the coins in your hand and place them in the velvet bag, tying the string at the opening and setting both the bag and the book into the metal lockbox. You turn the small key, place the box in your bag, and nestle the key within your breast pocket.

You hurriedly make the trek back to the farm and you see Pa rounding up the chickens for their feeding. In your haste, you notice belatedly that you had not seen Ezra in the fields, but convince yourself he may be busy elsewhere. After a brief announcement of your arrival, you walk through the wooden front door, the floorboards creaking underneath you as you walk straight to the black safe next to the fireplace. You place the metal box from your bag inside the safe, closing it once again and heading back outside.

“Pa, I’ll be back in time for supper,” you call out as you stand under the apple tree, searching for the shiniest and reddest apple from its leaves to place in your bag.

“Be careful, daughter,” he replies as he throws more feed into the dirt. Considering how strained your relationship with Pa became, thankfully, he still respected your weekly ritual without any argument.

You wave and walk away from the farm, in the opposite direction of the town and towards the hills. It’s a mere five minute hike until you make it to the small landing at the base on the other side of the hill, letting the sounds of the flowing river fill your ears with delight. It is your own personal haven; no other person has found this place and you privately claimed it as your own, even marking your initials into the large oak tree that dwelled there.

As you make your way through the pine colored grass and up to your usual sitting area, you see the outline of a man sitting under your tree. Your brows furrow in confusion and you feel momentarily disappointed upon the realization that your secret place has been found by another, but you don’t dare be outwardly perturbed; how were they to know this was your own private sanctuary to escape the gloom of what has become of your life?

You continue in a steady march, not prepared to let your resting spot become someone else’s easily. Your mother taught you manners; you knew how to share. That did not mean it had to please you, but as long as they kept to themselves, you rationalize, what’s the harm? Maybe it was another lost soul finding comfort in the calming atmosphere of this place. An unavoidable grin stretches across your face, however, when you step closer and recognize the choppy cut of hair atop the man’s head. You catch a glimpse of his profile and his discernible nose and conclude it is the traveling man that has so intensely piqued your interest.

“Good afternoon, Ezra,” you address once you’re in range of his hearing. It catches him off guard and his shoulders jolt slightly, clearly unexpectant of anyone else finding this place.

“Sunflower,” he beams when his eyes meet yours as you stand under the shade of the tree. He moves to stand to properly greet you.

“Please,” you hold a hand up to stop him. “May I join you?”

“It would be a true delight,” he responds and resettles himself on the ground.

You smile sincerely and are pleasantly surprised to find it comes naturally and with ease in his presence. You lift your dress slightly from the ground and carry your weight to your knees to rest on your bottom, bending your legs to lay beside you. You sigh contentedly as you smooth out your skirts out around you.

“What brings you here? What about the fields?” You ask.

“Your father relieved me of my duties for the remainder of the afternoon. He declared: ‘Every soul should rest on the Lord’s day’.”

“Yes,” you chuckle. “That sounds like Pa.”

You do not press the subject of his religion, knowing first-hand how irksome it is when others comment on your lack of worship and you do not wish to cause Ezra any further discomfort by intruding on his personal preferences. A moment of silence passes between you two; the river flows and splits across different shaped rocks and boulders embedded into the dirt below the surface, creating a relaxing tune, gladly welcomed by your ears.

“It’s lovely here, isn’t it?” You ask, turning your gaze to his. To see his peaceful face, full of heartfelt content of the surroundings, you think it may not be so bad to finally have a friend to share it with.

“Indeed; lovelier so with your company,” he smiles.

You feel a strange occurrence within you, a sudden spike in your pulse that makes your fingers and toes tingle, much like when they ache at the end of a long day. Yet, in this moment, you welcome it.

“I usually come here alone,” you say quietly as you fiddle with the strap of your bag.

“My apologies; if you’d prefer, I will find a different location of rest,” he frowns slightly, afraid he has imposed on time you prefer to spend alone.

“No,” you say quickly. “Don’t fret. Besides, this is the only place the children do not come to cause chaos.”

“I see,” he chuckles breathily, a sense of relief rushing through him that he has not upset you. “Perhaps we can share, then?” He questions tenderly in a hopeful wish released to the air.

“Yes,” you nod. “I think I would enjoy that.”

He smiles, his eyes gleaming along and you cannot fight the slight, arrhythmic thumping in your chest at the sight of his glee. Another moment passes without a word spoken as your heart paces normally once again and you look over at Ezra, his fingers busy fiddling with a small book.

“Whatcha got there?” You ask. He looks at you before meeting your gaze to his lap.

“Oh...” He looks at the brown, leather bound booklet in his hands. “A journal for my thoughts and compositions alike.”

“It’s nice to write down your reflections. May I hear some? Unless they are too close to your heart, then I do not wish to pry.”

“I’ve not read these aloud to anyone since my youth, dear Sunflower, but it would bring me great joy if you were to listen,” he says softly and you turn your body to face him, providing your utmost attention.

He smiles, chest rising profoundly with each nervous breath he takes as he opens his book, turning the ivory pages with the pad of his index finger until he lands on a scripture to read, clearing his throat before he begins.

“The vast expanse of the Green went on in each direction farther than the eye could see. The emerald of the leaves above coalesce into the umber of the earth below, both hues combining in the moss bound to the wide and tall bodies of majestic trees.

“The sunlight rained through the leaves, its rays bathing the ground I walked on and bringing the small buds of flowers to life with each step I took. The morning dew kissed the delicate fronds, single droplets meeting their lovers akin and they became as one, rolling away from the home they shared briefly and freefalling in blissful adrenaline until they met their demise in the dirt.

“I immersed myself in the environment, years upon years of the knowledge of rebirth all around, and I breathed in the crisp coolness of the air and life surrounding me. I long to become the moss on the tree, the buds in the dirt, the dew on the frond. To fade away into the Green and be born again.”

He takes a deep breath as he closes the book, grazing his fingers along the cover as if he is praising it, thanking it silently for the blank canvas it provides for him to express himself. His words move you, the meaning behind his composition striking a chord within your heart and, suddenly, you feel a small bead of water rolling down your cheek. As you bring your finger to your eye to wipe away the first tear you have shed in many moons, Ezra looks over at you and catches you in the act.

“Are you alright, Sunflower?” He asks with concern laced in his voice. He would reach out to comfort you through physical touch were he not afraid to overstep and offend you.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you brush off before flashing a soft smile at him. Though, he is not convinced. “It’s beautiful; you have a raw talent for composing. It sounds like a lush place, nothing like around here. What is ‘the Green’?”

“A never-ending stretch of greenery and tall trees. At times, I can faintly smell the aroma of the dirt, muddied by the rain.”

“Where is it?” You ask, a slight hope forming in your heart that you may be able to visit someday.

“Ah, it resides only in my dreams, I’m afraid. A place my subconscious has manifested for me to visit during my slumber.”

“It sounds heavenly,” you add in a whisper.

Ezra is stunned; in his youth, he has composed small poems and sonnets such as the one he just recited to you and each time he dared to share them with anyone, he always got the same response. Classmates teased him and called him a freak or queer and he never felt any desire to share his work again. Yet, with you, your gleaming eyes directed to him with such intrigue, he felt compelled to share once again. And the response this time warms his heart.

“It can be. Then again, it feels quite lonesome as well. Such a colossal stretch of land, yet I am the only one there.”

“It must be my own desire to be free of prying eyes and ears that makes it sound appealing. I did not consider how it has been for you during your travels. Forgive me, Ezra,” you say, your eyes shining with guilt and he looks deeply into them, a touch of gold streaking in his irises as the sun flashes across his face.

“You have nothing to apologize for, dear Sunflower. I understand your desires. If I had also grown in a town such as this, I would gladly welcome a visit to the Green.”

You nod your understanding, but a twinge of guilt hits you as you consider how poorly Ezra must have been treated when he first arrived. You do not wish to ask and ruin the peacefulness of this moment, though you vow to keep it in mind to ask at a later time. For now, you will enjoy your company with Ezra under the large oak tree, heart happily beating in your chest with someone to finally share time with.

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Silence (Nomin)

Angst, swearing (like once), 2.3k words ｡◕‿◕｡

this is a work for @kokonomi 's summer event!!

The wind blew across their faces and he smiled at the woman beside him. Probably a genuine one or a fake one. He did not know which.

“Jaemin, catch!” Jeno shouted and his hands automatically reached the object which was thrown at him, the curve of his mouth slowly disappearing.

“Caught me off guard there man! What if it hit my baby’s face?”

“I knew you would have caught it.” The boy in front of him said, his arms draping across his best friend’s shoulder.

Best friend, nothing more and nothing less.

Let’s look at the definition of best friend. A person who knows all your secrets, they both had one secret which they had not told the other. Two people who wouldn't lie to each other no matter what, but they had lied, probably multiple times. Two people who never hesitate to talk about their feelings, but they had hesitated. The question is, were they even best friends at all at this point? Was it true that there was nothing more than friendship between these two?

Were those stares across those halls just of a best friend? Were those urges to kiss the other just those of a friend who cared? Were those “you can have my juice, I don't like it anyways,” just the concern of a best friend?

Yet they were still best friends and there was no doubt about it. Two boys who did everything together, both good at studying, amazing at music, showed excellence in athletics and brilliance in other co-curricular activities. When they entered high school, Jaemin had seen his best friend driving a car through the gate and his heart felt alive. The red car looked brilliant and so did Jeno.

Jeno had discovered Jaemin alone on the benches of the basketball court, his eyes were focused on the sky or so Jeno thought. Jaemin had not felt anyones’ presence until his friend had coughed, his eyes lay on him for a second and his eyes curved ever so slightly.

“What ya looking at so carefully? It's not like you know the names of constellations.”

“Wondering how and why I ended up this way.”

“What way?”

“Alone, even with people around i am alone.”

“Aren't we all a little alone after all?”

“Lonely enough to feel it rip through your chest, ever felt it my friend?”

“No.”

“Those stars are lonely too, they never get to talk to another one and all we see them as are shiny objects in the sky.” His eyes then fell on Jeno, who was trying his best to comprehend, “I must sound crazy, I should seriously take a shower, I am all sweaty.”

That was the moment that Jeno had felt it for the first time, the urgent need to tell Jaemin that he was not alone afterall, the need to pull him closer and kiss him because words could probably never express how the noirette felt for the blonde man who was walking towards the changing rooms, head hanging down.

The walks they took together somehow ended up lengthening itself as they grew closer each day after the basketball tournaments. Jeno tried his best to make Jaemin know that he was never alone and he had the noirette beside him whenever he needed.

The fall came over and summer was long gone, the two of the boys had the time of their lives during the summer, they were the spotlight at most parties, Jaemin's father had taken Jeno out to their farm and they had both sat under the moonlight, gazing at the stars together. Jeno had remembered every word that Jaemin had said the other night. The sand felt cold and the yearn to be held by Jaemin lingered in Jenos’ body. They both had slowly inched closer, Jaemins arms wrapping around Jenos figure, a small smile adorned his features.

“Feels good.” Jaemin had said, his nose nuzzling into Jenos dark hair, the hair which he had started to feel comfortable around. The boy who made him feel full again, the regrets of the past which he had forgotten about with the boy, the small smiles he would pass filling him up with warmth to his once cold heart. Above all, Jeno was a companion whom Jaemin had yearned for, an ally in the many people, a familiar one in the bunch of people he met everyday.

Their freshman year had passed and the boys were now sophomores, the two were popular even amongst seniors as they both had excelled in all fields and had brought the school a great deal of pride on several given occasions. The boys would always open their lockers with the expectation for it to be filled with small notes to long love letters, all with small chocolates and cheering notes.

That summer too, like the last one Jeno had gone to Jaemins farm and the boys had spent a week together. When school had started, two new girls had transferred to their school, extremely beautiful and full of charms, Ki and Amelia.

Ki had taken a liking to Jaemin when she had seen him play the piano during music class, Amelia had taken a liking to Jeno when she had seen him help another girl in the library with her books.

Ki approached Jaemin and confessed about her feelings, a summer full of delight, the stars seemed beautiful and the flowers smelt its best the night she had given them to Jaemin, her head had hung low, a small blush across her cheeks.

“I like you, do you wanna go out with me?”

A small grin had made its way on Jaemins face, “If I say I don't want to?”

“I will make sure no girl ever looks in your direction again,” Ki had said, her demeanor changing, she slowly tipped near Jamenins ear and whispered a string of words which Jaemin would have never thought he would hear, “You're mine Na Jaemin, I will never let another woman lay her eyes on you. Only mine and I never lose what's mine to other losers.”

“It's mine because it's beautiful, no one else can have what I have, I want you and I am not giving you to anyone else.” Her eyes dug holes into his relaxed ones, his arm draped across her waist pulling her closer than she already was, his breath fanned her face, “I am not your plaything baby girl.”

“You are more than my plaything, you are my ambition.” Ki had said her eyes then fell to his lips and she pulled him closer, satisfying the hunger she had felt in her chest. He found all of it amusing and decided to play along, what was the harm in a little play. He kissed her back passionately.

“Mine.” She whispered in between the kiss and Jaemin’s hand slowly rubbed her nape, “All yours.”

That night Jeno was unaware of the fact that Jaemin had held someone else in his arms, he had slept away and thought about the night on the farms, the one where Jaemin had held his hand as they ran through the fields in the night, their bodies covered in sweat, the nightlight brightly shining on Jaemins milk skin.

The next day Jaemin had smiled at Jeno who had entered the school, his eyes met Jaemins and his features relaxed as he walked towards him, only to be blocked by a girl who held Jaemins arm and smiled.

“Hey Ki!”

“Hey boyfriend's best friend!!”

"Boyfriend?" Jeno's face twisted, an unpleasant feeling taking over him.

"Yeah, we are together now." Jaemin said, a smile on his face as he shut the locker and slid his arm around Ki.

Jeno tried not to let his emotions pour out, he swallowed his displeasure and smiled, "I'm happy for you dude. Will you not tell me how it happened?"

"Since when do we tell each other this childish stuff?" Jaemin had smirked at him and patted his shoulder.

During lunch, he saw Ki and Jaemin feed each other whilst he sat alone beside them, reading his book.

"Jeno!" Ki had squealed, "There's this girl, she wants me to set you up with her, what do you think?"

"Depends on who the girl is."

"Jenna from B section."

"What makes you think I'll date her?"

"She's nice."

"Is she? She's an exact copy of you."

"So? Am I not nice, puppy?" Ki said in a cooing tone and Jeno just smiled and shook his head. "No, I think you misunderstood me, I don't like you because you're Jaemin's type."

"Oh, I thought I was universally likable." Ki had said as twirled her hair around her index finger, just the sight of her near Jaemin had made Jeno's blood boil.

Every moment when she would kiss him, or tiptoe to fix his hair, Jeno's jaw would clench in order to hold his anger in. Jaemin wasn't a stranger to how Jeno was feeling, he knew what his best friend was thinking inside out.

Ki had a strong presence and she was also Na Jaemin's girlfriend now. Everyone paid attention to her and tried to stay in her good books, while Jaemin and Ki became the hot topic of campus, Jeno usually found himself alone in the library for hours on end to make sure that he stayed away from Ki as much as he could.

Amelia had seen her loop and had slipped right in. She started off by sitting beside Jeno and passing him occasional smiles, and then slowly and steadily she started talking to him about studies, those talks turned into walks home and slowly Jeno had found himself interested in Amelia.

Amelia was everything which was correct for Jeno, she would listen to him talk and she admired him, she wished to be together with him and Jeno had felt satisfied by the amount of affection she had showered on him. He felt needed, something he had never felt with Jaemin, but he still longed for Jaemin.

Jaemin saw Amelia and Jeno walk together home, to the library, the football court, and then the basketball court. His attention from Ki slowly shifted to the one he really wanted. Playing does not last more than mere days you see, dear reader.

Even when the four of them sat together for lunch, Jaemin and Jeno would spare each other glances of jealousy and love. The urge to hold each other grew more and more as days passed, Jaemin was also getting sick of Ki and her small tantrums.

One night when Jeno and Amelia were sitting together opposite the setting sun, his hands had found their way to her waist and he had kissed her to forget all about the one he loved. That is when he knew that no matter what happens, Jaemin was his answer. He needed Jaemin, and although he had known it all along he had pretended not to know.

He never knew how much he had pushed Jaemin away before that night, Amelia had cursed at him for not even knowing his own heart, but who knows their heart through and through?

None of us.

When he saw Ki and Jaemin smiling at each other in front of his beloved's room, his eyes felt numb and he felt a pang in his heart. That was the day he decided that, no one knows their heart through and through, so Jaemin did not deserve to know the calls of a desperate confused man, who does not know what he desires, Ki was a woman who would treat Jaemin right, she had goals. What would Jaemin do with Jeno, a man with no desire or ambition. So he had walked away, just like every other time when he avoided Jaemins gaze through the hallways as his lips were connected to Ki’s.

The football tournament had come by and the boys had not spoken to each other through practice, when the both of them settled at the bleachers with their drinks, a strange silence had fallen upon the both of them. One that they had never felt before, it was deepening and seemed almost cursed to be in. It was as if none of them were even allowed to break the silence, their best fit being to walk away as soon as they could.

For days they kept walking away from the silence but it was not long before the curse had played its course, the burst of anger fell upon Jaemin and it was finally time the silence had broken.

“Who the fuck do you think I am Lee Jeno?”

“ You're Jaemin.”

“You broke up with Amelia and never told me.”

“Do you need to tell a person they are blind if they can't see? Or do you let them believe that the entire world is pitch fucking black?”

“Stop your stupid riddle games.”

“I am the one playing games?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Nothing, just leave.”

“And if I don't want to?” Jaemins eyes fell upon Jenos, his body tensed as he inched closer to the noirette, his hands tugging at his hair, slowly pulling him closer. Their breaths mingled and before they knew it they found each other's lips on one another. The kiss was passionate and a little drunk on love and life. The warmth rushed back into their hearts as they held each other daringly close.

Ki had stood frozen on the ground watching the two men kiss each other and that is when she decided it was best to leave the two alone. The next day she had seen a flash of regret in Jaemins eyes when he told her everything that had happened on the court and he explained how Jeno was the one for him.

“I will always remember this summer, Na Jaemin.” She kissed him on the cheek and smiled, “You made it beautiful.”

Then she had left, letting the two boys complete their sweet love song, one she knew would last forever.

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