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shirefantasies · 7 months ago

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I Now Pronounce You…Confused- Bofur x F!Reader

I’m really excited for this one! Found a hilarious trope prompt and one of my favorite shows has done this at least once too 😆

Warnings: mentions of alcohol/intoxication, suggestive jokes

Every pound of your head came like the cruelest heartbeat, painfully reminding you you were alive. A little too alive, frankly. It had been a long time, maybe even never, since you had indulged such as you’d chosen to the previous night, distracting yourself enough for the bottle to throw you right into the…cot? Bed?

Oh, stars. Bolting upright, you flung the blanket that was half-draped over your body off, realizing with the motion of your arm and the uncovering of your body that you were, in fact, still in the dress and pinafore you’d remembered putting on the previous day, not a scratch anywhere on you or it. Well, thank the heavens for that at least.

For that as well as the emptiness of the bedroom of sorts you were in. Perhaps you had simply gone awash and someone had walked you back there for a rest. Yes, that had to be it, you reflected as you slowly rose to your feet, slinging one leg followed by the other off the edge and gripping one of the posts for balance. Blast your splitting skull. Blast it all!

But judging by the doorway carved into the far sight of your square little brown quarters, at least there was what appeared to be a small washroom attached to the bedchambers. If not all hope was lost, anyway. Tugging your shifted skirts straight about your waist again, you tentatively squeaked across the old floorboards, glancing up at the molding around the ceiling. Very pointy-looking flowers and the like. That was right, you’d made your way to New Dale.

A traveler. That was what you were. Hadn’t found any reason to settle down yet, and if you’d made as much of a fool of yourself as you suspected, this place would be no exception. New Dale was to be the final stop on the way to see the infamous Lonely Mountain anyway, not much of a potential home, but right close and certainly availed of drink, not to mention quite the handsome mayor. Or whatever that Bard called himself.

At any rate, more than ready were you to disappear through that doorway and, with any luck, into a nice cool bath. You made your way over to it, but right as you made to step through another figure emerged, almost stepping into you, rocking back, and giving a call of shock to match yours.

He was a dwarf by the looks, and mainly height, of him, one a bit your senior and most distinctly wearing a great big hat that made you want to try it on so badly your hand twitched as if to make to swipe it off his head.

“‘N who might you be?”

The dwarf asked, tone not at all accusing, quiet as though he was as hungover as you, and frankly sounding more amused than anything else. The lilt of it carried an unspoken hint of ‘why not?’.

A rhetorical question you were more than happy to answer right back with one. “Were you in here all night?”

The dwarf looked taken aback by that, brown brows rising suddenly, seemingly before he could stop them. “Not like you’re thinking unless you aren’t thinking what I think you’re thinking. I don’t think.”

“What?”

“Can’t remember much of last night,” the dwarf answered, a gloved hand pressing to his hatted head, “but if you’re worried about how well we got to know each other last night, frankly I don’t even know if we got to names!”

You shook your head. “We mustn’t have, for I have not the foggiest what yours could be.”

At that, he smiled and you really took him in, realized what a kind and cheery-looking fellow he was. “Then let these introductions be all the sweeter. Bofur at your service, madam.” As punctuation he bowed at the waist, a hand flipping to extend toward you.

Letting out a chuckle, you gave your name, took his hand and felt your brow rise in surprise at the way he boldly brought your hand to his lips. It brought a smile to them, though, and with that out of the way Bofur waved a hand and bid you use of the washroom, which you gladly took up.

Should you have used the tub fully? Probably, but as it was you were still just a hint unsteady on your feet and drawing water sounded about as appealing as kissing a dragon right about then. Alright, maybe not that bad, but unpleasant enough. As it was you opted to take up a clean white rag and simply scrub yourself up as best you could, harsh hands grating soft fabric against your skin. The soap bar was simple, but a hint of orange blossom carried into the air around you as it bubbled lightly onto your moist body.

Upon finishing, you tugged your clothes back on, wrinkling your nose at the contrasting smell of wear pulling once more onto freshened skin. Drying your hands and lacing your shoes, you made your way back out, taking a curious peek around the doorway as if Bofur had been the product of a wild hangover dream.

Standing a short distance from the corner, the dwarf stood and waved a hand, offering a little smile. Not a figment of your imagination, then. Tentatively you waved back.

"We must've both just nipped off here to sleep it all away without realizing."

"Well, I guess that makes us roommates!" Bofur replied jovially, eyes turning upward with the joy of his smile.

"I guess so," you agreed, giving a smile of your own and emerging from your accidentally-shared room at his side.

Another enemy: a staircase. With a little 'whoa', Bofur pitched a little forward, grasped your forearm for stability, and gave a little hum of satisfaction before holding on completely. Your own rolling brain was silently grateful for the extra balance, the warm weight against you as you gripped the banister's smoothness. Joined like that you arrived down at the bottom and turned into the tavern, which already housed a mild bustle of patrons and servers.

One such woman came up to your side soon after you separated, hands joined at her waist and cheeks beaming with...pride? But what could she possibly-

"Well, if it isn't the newlyweds!" She exclaimed, sunshine positively beaming from all sides of her voice. "Frankly I am a bit surprised to see you out so soon. Well, no matter! Shall I prepare a spot of breakfast for the happy couple?"

"You're joking," Bofur snorted, "Right? We don't even know each other!"

"We met for the first time upstairs just now," you added, nodding agreement before turning back his way, "But I am sure we would enjoy some breakfast, thank you!"

"What are you talking about? You wed last night! No rings or anything, the two of you simply could not wait any longer! Quite romantic."

"I don't understand," Bofur said, gaze swinging up between you and this other woman, "We just got each other's names. Must've been another dwarf."

Leading you to your table, the woman spoke your names before you'd given them, reciting vows that named a brother and cousin Bofur had yet to mention at all, but that he'd apparently thought you'd like last night. Even though according to him the cousin, Bifur, needed some taking care of. Probably didn't hold his ale well. Your vows included an old joke about how you thought you'd be married in trousers, which was something you'd said to your family as a little kid. The name you'd been sure your future husband would have when you were twelve years old. All things this strange woman could never have known. Unless, of course, you'd spoken them last night drunk out of your mind.

"By my beard," Bofur breathed, clearly having come to the same conclusion, "We really did get married! Who in their right mind let us do that? Drunk as skunks, we were!"

"Probably the town justice you shook down 'Until I am bound to this fine woman for all eternity'," the server giggled as you wobbled into your seats, eyes still wide, "So, er, eggs then? Sausage? Bacon? Flapjacks?"

"All of the above," your companion sighed, eyes remaining locked on yours, "And whatever your strongest tea is, please."

"Just tea?" You asked with a sardonic smirk.

"Never got that hair of the dog stuff. 'Sides, don't want to end up like last night again, eh?"

"Maybe if we do it again we'll get divorced."

"I dunno, seems the liquor made us like each other a whole lot more."

"Could've liked each other even better," you quipped drily, glancing down at your clothing.

"You've got me there," Bofur chuckled.

He said nothing more as you waited for your tea, but some barely perceptible shift had occurred in his eyes, which occasionally shot down lower onto your form and then right back up again like they'd been slapped. Your own gaze wavered from his eyes a bit, tracing the line of his mustache down and back up again. He drummed his fingers in some unknown rhythm against the table's wood surface, glancing back up at you with some unspoken question you weren't sure if you wanted to answer.

"Your tea! Tea for two!"

Tension thoroughly cut, you both tore your eyes from each other to meet those of that same server once again, this time setting down a laden with tea things. Beaming at you again, she set a little white cup banded with green and gold, the center of each ribbon bearing lilies. White lilies, of course.

"Get it?"

"Yes," you groaned.

"Ah, lilies, that's clever," Bofur remarked, holding a cup up to his face and chuckling, "'S good, save for the fraudulence and falsehood of it all. Say, do you guys have honey?"

"Of course."

And with that, it was just you two again, you two and the tray and the steaming teapot that matched your cups. Was Bofur not feeling the pit of dread that sunk within you or was he truly that good at masking it? Or maybe he was truly so confident in your situation's coming reversal.

"So I suppose we track down that same justice to nullify this all?" You asked, staring down at your cup under the guise of ensuring nothing of your refreshment spilled.

"Supposing so," Bofur answered, accepting your proffered teapot from across the table, although he refrained from pouring anything, likely in anticipation of the honey, "For now, we may as well enjoy a nice meal, eh? I hear the flapjacks here are especially good."

"Oh? From who?"

"From my love of flapjacks! Now come on, how's about we get to know each other a little? Daresay we're a special kind of friends now. What brings you to New Dale? Business?"

"Quite the opposite," you snorted, leaning back until one of your chair's hard corners poked into the flesh of your back, forcing you to shift quickly to maintain an appearance half as nonchalant as Bofur's, "I had no more reason to go here than anywhere else save my own desire. New Dale was actually just a stop on the way to visit the mountain."

“Mountain?” Bofur asked, brows raised in great interest. “The Lonely Mountain? Erebor? That mountain?”

“Yes,” you giggled, “Any other names you’d like to give or is the hangover leaving your body now?”

“Well, what did you want to see? I’ll have you know your husband lives there."

"Let me see, the architecture, the history, that great mass of gold and gems I've heard so much about, all the beautiful things only dwarves can make."

"Men can make beautiful things, too," Bofur answered, "After all, they made you."

For once, your mind could not conceive of a single protest.

In the shadow of the Lonely Mountain you and Bofur strolled, Bofur pointing out the meaning of this flag and that statue until you had entered the great stone bulk and stared in awe at massive columns of whatever greenish stone and flying colors from a great indoor marketplace. In-mountain. Whatever the lot of it was, it did not smell nearly as dusty and dry in there as your imagination had conjured- how’d they keep it so nice?

Whilst there, Bofur bought you a souvenir. In drifting over the assortment of carven wood implements, your eyes slid back to a great stein numerous times. Inhaling the scent of the sawdust littering the floor behind the crafts-dwarf, you skimmed completely over spoons and even little statues of creatures of the woods to look at the thing, the thing finished smooth and set with some rune. One of joy, according to Bofur.

"You like it."

"No, I don't." A glance at the seller, then back to Bofur. "Well, yes I do, but I don't know if I can-"

Coins spilled onto the table. One, two, three.

"I can. I want you to have it. It reminds me of you, all things considered.”

“Drunken night?” The seller chuckled, crossing his arms and darting his eyes between you two as a smile spread beneath his bushy beard.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Bofur answered with a chuckle before you could put in your own proverbial cent.”

“A stein?” You asked him as you walked off, waving the great big thing like the world’s stumpiest flag. “That’s my symbol now?”

“Come now,” Bofur tutted your name softly, giving a nonchalant little shrug, “‘s just a joke. If you don’t want to be known by this, then tell me what your favorite thing is.”

You’d think he was the homeless one for all his Mahal-may-care attitude, and yet there he was, relaxed and himself inside this mountain with his own people. For once you envied the static life, aching for something beyond the next port-of-sorts as you looked into his eyes.

“Swans.”

“What?”

“I’ve traveled a lot. But one village I saw I’ll never forget. It stood at the foot of a lake, and when you sat along the water you could watch all the white swans paddling across the water. It was so shiny and blue and they were so graceful. Not that they couldn’t kill you on land, but out there on the water? Anyone’d wanna be one of them.”

“I can see it,” Bofur told you, head tilted a bit.

“Really?”

“Sure,” he waved a hand, “You’re just like that! Pretty but don’t make ya mad. I like that. And say, I have just the thing for you then, Swan Lady, and it’ll be much better than some ol’ beer mug!”

Swan Lady. You liked that. It echoed through your head as you smiled and followed Bofur's eager lead deeper into the mountain.

‘Better than a beer mug’ was an understatement- Bofur led you beneath a doorway carven with bear cubs and birds and even little dwarven silhouettes, hanging banners of deep blue and yellow contrasting the stone. Light poured from it, a bright yellow light that still somehow stayed cozy. Firelight. A lot of little firelights. Through the welcoming waves of the carvings was an assortment of shelves lining every wall. Each of them was filled with different delights: porcelain figurines crowned in painted gold, wooden swords with unique hilt ornaments, wolves on wheels with strings matching the colors of their yellow eyes, grey fur, or red maws. Spinning mobiles hung from the ceiling in the form of anything from Erebor’s thrushes to whimsical winged ponies spinning in little skybound derbies. Where, you wondered, should your eyes fall next? Not to the mirrors, carved and waved for distorted reflections. You were still a little too hungover for that.

Bofur answered that question, softly catching your attention with your name before he waved you to a corner shelf. “Look here.”

Tearing your eyes from a squat wooden dwarf knight, you followed Bofur, only to see another pull-along toy, this time white. A swan with neatly carved feathers and eyes serenely shut. Capturing just what you’d described. Well, save for the wrath awaiting anyone annoying. It didn’t need it, though. Not this one.

A smile spread across your face, the stein in your hand lowering forgotten. “You’re right.”

“I am?”

“Of course you are.” You elbowed him playfully.

“I can’t believe it!” Bofur exclaimed with a grin. “Oh, here, come meet its makers, then. My cousin and my brother.”

For some reason, the thought of meeting Bofur’s family brought a little rush of heat. Meeting people wasn’t usually any pressure. Why a couple of toymakers?

Why indeed. Bombur and Bifur were right nice, even if the elder one didn’t speak. He got his point across well enough, and how he’d blushed when you complimented his beautiful swan! The pull-along he gifted you, sending a wink Bofur’s way.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Bofur said again, but that time with a soft smile and gaze that didn’t pull away from yours.

Erebor’s halls were so vast as to almost feel outside despite their clear lack of sunlight or clouds or any such natural effect beyond stone, stone, and more stone. The air was clearer than any cave you’d been in- there must’ve been some sort of ventilation system. Fascinating. It made you want to build one of those wild mining pulleys they had just to shoot yourself to the top and crawl around for it. A few dwarves barreled past you and Bofur, almost knocking you over had his gloved hand not gripped yours. A grip as warm as you’d expected. Not that you’d imagined it. Nor had you imagined the way his voice softened when he told you “just in case”, eyes flicking tentatively up to yours.

“So, how’d you like Erebor?” Bofur’s voice shook your brain by its shoulders, dropping it from its thoughts and sensations of still-gripped hands.

“It was amazing,” you told him, strolling ever slower on your way back to New Dale, “I almost didn’t want to leave! Thank you for everything: showing me around, the gifts, better company than I deserved. I wasn’t the fairest this morning.”

“You- You- Well,” Bofur rubbed the back of his neck before dropping his hand down to take yours, “Plenty fair for me. In fact, can I tell you something?”

Inhaling deeply, you swallowed, something in those hazel eyes yanking a rush of words from deep in your chest. Erebor deep. Deeper than you ever thought you’d go. Deep enough that you almost feared it. You’d gotten outside the justice’s office, great grey-painted door looming before you like a heavy cloud.

“I have to tell you something too,” you told him.

“I want to stay married,” you both blurted out simultaneously.

Bofur’s jaw dropped. He gaped at you for several sped heartbeats before snapping out of it, shaking his hatted head and breaking into the widest, giddiest grin you’d ever seen. That morning you might have called it a dumb one. Right then? All you could say was how beautiful a sight it was. How it looked like home. That very thing you’d taken for granted for all those years thinking nowhere would feel like it. No one would want you. And yet with Bofur by your side it was like all those thoughts had gone poof into the pile of ash he told you the dragon had almost made of his company.

Before you could say anything, though, a pair of warmly clad hands took hold of your hips, yanking you against a fur coat and into the softest, most eager lips that could have devoured you. So intent on such were you, in fact, that you didn’t catch the squeak of a door until a man’s voice interrupted you, forcing you to pull apart, although Bofur’s hold on you remained fast.

“Still can’t keep your hands off each other, can you?” The man, presumably the justice, not that your faulty ale-hazed memory was any help, chuckled. “Newlyweds.”

“Newlyweds,” you agreed, speaking again in unison and gazing into each other’s eyes, your arms reaching to stroke Bofur’s.

“We’re crazy, aren’t we?” Bofur teased.

“Positively drunk on love.”

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hazymoonlinh · 5 months ago

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Hii, Can I ask J(reverse 1999) x neutral reader?thank you (≧▽≦)

Sure, here’s some headcanon I think about him :3

Joe in a Relationship: Sweet & Fluffy Headcanons

Protector:

Despite his tough appearance and biker-boy vibe, Joe has a deeply protective streak. He always walks on the side of the road closest to traffic, instinctively steps between you and anything he perceives as a threat.

Will throw his jacket over your shoulders if it’s even a little chilly or when you riding with him.

Skilled with His Hands:

Joe’s background in forgery makes him good with his hands, and he loves using that skill to make things for you.

Whether it’s a custom piece of jewelry or a small figurine he molded from spare metal, every gift feels personal and unique.

Shy with Words:

( Mayyybe cuz in story he’s kind of a flirty type but also not)

Joe isn’t the type to spill his feelings in long speeches, but he has a way of letting you know how much you mean to him. A lingering look, a soft smile, or the way his fingers brush yours when he hands you something—it’s in the little things. (I would forgot to breath if he looks at me and smirk)

Classic Dates, 1990s Style:

Joe loves taking you on old-school dates. Think drives along the coast on his motorcycle, sharing milkshakes at a retro diner, or watching a movie at a drive-in theater. He’s not big on flashy displays, but his effort to create meaningful experiences is unmistakable.

(I’m Asian so I have to look up for all of this 😔)

Big Teddy Bear Energy:

While he’s rugged and confident outwardly, Joe is surprisingly soft in private. He’ll pull you into his lap when you’re both lounging around, rest his chin on your head, and hold you like he never wants to let go.

Burn Scars:

Though he usually flex his burn scars with casual confidence, telling you they’re his prides, there are moments when he feels vulnerable about it. If you kiss it without hesitation, it means the world to him, and he’ll quietly hold you a little tighter for it.

Music Bonding:

Joe has a surprisingly good ear for music and loves introducing you to 1990s rock and grunge bands he adores. Each song carefully chosen to reflect his feelings.

Cooking Surprise:

You wouldn’t expect it, but Joe’s not half-bad in the kitchen because he has a sister. He surprises you with hearty, comforting meals when you’ve had a tough day. Watching you enjoy his cooking makes him smile in that quiet, self-satisfied way.

Touch is His Love Language:

Joe shows affection through touch. Whether it’s a hand on the small of your back as he guides you, brushing your hair out of your face, or pulling you into a bear hug after a long day, he’s happiest when he can keep you close.

(PLEASE HEADLOCK ME JOEEE)

Subtle Vulnerability:

Joe’s a tough guy, but with you, he feels safe enough to let his guard down. On tough nights, he’ll admit his worries and let you soothe him. Though he rarely cries, if it happens, it’s in your arms, where he knows he’s truly understood.

(He almost did when heard abt Pauline situation 🥹)

Spontaneous Adventures:

Joe loves whisking you away on unplanned adventures. “Get on,” he’ll say, patting the back of his motorcycle. Whether it’s to watch the sunrise from a hilltop or grab ice cream at midnight, these moments feel carefree and magical.

Little Keepsakes:

Joe has a habit of keeping small things that remind him of you—a ticket stub from a movie you saw together, a pressed flower from a walk, or even a random trinket you once admired in passing. He treasures these like lucky charms.

Gentle Words:

The way he says your name—soft, deliberate, and full of affection—always makes your heart flutter.

Just imagine he groaning in bed EHEM WHO SAID THAT

(Nick have done a great job voicing him btw)

Acts of Service:

Joe is the type to fix things for you without you even asking. Leaky faucet? Fixed. Your bike tire flat? Already replaced. He’s not flashy about it but beams inwardly when you thank him.

Late-Night Confessions:

When the world quiets down and it’s just the two of you, Joe opens up in ways he doesn’t during the day. He’ll talk about his dreams, his fears, and how much he cares for you, his voice soft and steady as he rests his forehead against yours.

It’s sad that he didn’t came home….

😔

#reverse 1999 #joe reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #floor it to the golden city

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koifishstick · 2 months ago

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🤍 — what are your love languages VS. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

thank you so much for the ask !! i decided to pick my three main s/os for this prompt ༯

🤍 — what are your love languages VS. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

s/o ask game

BOBBIE───────────THE WALKING DEAD

his love language: words of affirmation mine: physical touch, acts of service

bobbie's love language is words of affirmation, so i make sure he never doubts how much i admire him. i tell him he's the smartest man i've ever met, the funniest, the most capable. i don’t hold back on compliments, even when we’re covered in dirt and blood. i remind him that i trust him more than anyone—my life is in his hands, and i wouldn't have it any other way.

mine are physical touch and acts of service, and he knows it. he grabs my hand when we’re walking, tracing circles on my palm with his thumb. when i can’t sleep, he rubs my back in slow, steady motions until i finally drift off. he always gives me the bigger portion of food, the best blanket, the warmest jacket. when he finds little trinkets—dried flowers, shiny buttons—he tucks them into my pack, like love notes in a world gone to hell.

JONAH──────────────HOGWARTS UNI

his love language(s): quality time, receiving gifts mine: words of affirmation, physical touch

jonah craves quality time, so i make sure we always have moments just for us. we sneak away to the top floor of the library, where he lays his head in my lap while i play with his hair and he reads aloud. when the castle feels too stuffy, we slip into the prefects’ bathroom, the warm water wrapping around us as we laugh in whispers. he loves being spoiled, even in small ways—I bring him scones from my shifts at the three broomsticks, still warm and buttery, and never leave hogsmeade without a little gift for him, whether it’s a chocolate frog or a scarf in his favorite color.

he speaks my love languages effortlessly. love letters arrive by owl, his messy handwriting spelling out all the things he loves about me. he pulls me into his lap whenever he can, holds me close, never parts from me without a kiss lingering on my lips.

ROIT─────────────ORIGINAL FANTASY

his love language(s): physical touch, acts of service mine: quality time, receiving gifts

roit thrives on touch and quiet acts of devotion, so i show my love in the ways that matter to him. sometimes, instead of riding my own horse, i climb onto his, wrapping my arms around his waist as we travel, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my cheek. after long battles, when his armor is dented and his weapons dulled, i clean and sharpen them myself, fingers tracing the worn leather of his sword hilt, the places where his gauntlets have molded to his hands.

he gives me time—real, undivided time. teaching me dice games that leave pirates grumbling in defeat, watching me bathe from the feather bed with a lazy smirk, drinking me in as if i were the finest wine. and when we take payment in gems, he always has something made for me—a new ring, a pendant, a bracelet, each piece a reminder that i am his most prized treasure.

green divider red divider black divider

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kidstemplatte · 2 years ago

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daisy chains

pairing: terzo/fem! reader | word count: 8.6k

summary: the story of how you and your childhood best friend, terzo, repaired a broken bond.

warnings: very very very vague and brief description of sex.

playlist if you're interested! message at the end as usual <3

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

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Terzo Emeritus: Your best friend, first lover, and soon, worst enemy.

You and Terzo were both raised in the Clergy and as you frequently spent time together, you couldn’t help but be drawn to his personality. It was hard to ignore the goofy faces he’d flash at you during service, the outlandishly hilarious questions he had no hesitation to ask Papa Nihil no matter how many people were watching, the crumpled pieces of paper he’d toss at you with amateurish comments about the subject matter being preached at you, to which you’d add unflattering doodles of his father blabbering and toss it right back.

One day after mass, as you exited the large chamber, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Reacting to the sudden touch, you stopped in your tracks and turned around. There he stood, the funny boy who made your days a little more lively. He had messy jet-black hair, glowing olive skin, a cheeky smile, and most notably, a piercing left eye, its pitch-black center contrasting beautifully against his soft white pupils as well as his other green eye.

“I’m Terzo.” He greeted you, a thick Italian accent adorning his voice as he held out his hand.

“I like your name.” You replied.

“I like yours too! Eh, what is it?” He asked.

You giggled, shaking his hand. “Y/N.”

“Y/N! Bellisima!” He beamed, blowing a kiss into the air. “I like your drawings, Y/N.”

“Thanks. I like your eyes.” You replied.

“Grazie! Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Can I show you something cool?” he asked, eagerly.

“Sure!” you chirped.

The boy bolted past the door and began sprinting down the hallway in the opposite direction of the crowd’s movement.

“Hey- wait for me!” You cried out, chasing after him, but struggling to keep up. As you ran further away from the clamor of the crowd, the sound of your rapid panting and footsteps echoed through the corridor. Finally reaching the end of the hallway, you continued following Terzo, who had just bolted out a pair of glass double doors.

“Terzo! Wait up-”

Woah.

You had never been out here before. It was breathtaking.

In front of you was a decadent garden. Rows of perfectly trimmed hedges and beautiful flowerbeds sprawled across the terrain, with ivy-covered arches overlooking them. The pathway carved into the ground was similar to that of an enchanted labyrinth, except exuding a sense of safety rather than fear. There was no getting lost in this garden, no matter how winding, the path always led you right back to where you started.

“This is Primo’s garden. Pretty, si?” flaunted Terzo. “Secondo says flowers are for girls. I don’t think that’s true.”

“I don’t think so either.” You agreed. “Who’s Secondo?”

“Mio fratello.”

“Your brother? Frowny-face?” You inquired, molding your facial expression into a bitter scowl.

“Ha! Si, Frowny-face.” He imitated your expression and then grinned. “Seguimi!” He gestured to you, waving his hand for you to follow him under the grand arch and into the garden.

“Your brother did all this?” You asked, astonished by the utopia in front of you.

“Si!”

“Oh, look at the roses!” you exclaimed, pointing at the bed of beautiful red flowers.

“Oh? You want?” He asked, stopping in his tracks and looking towards the roses.

“Is that allowed?” You cautioned.

“Eh, he doesn’t have to know…” He suggested impishly, tiptoeing towards the bed of roses.

Suddenly, like magic, the oldest Emeritus son appeared beside you.

“No no no no no no no, get out at once, mess with le margherite, not my fiore prezioso! Shoo!” he scolded, waving his hands so you would scatter.

You two dejectedly abided, following the perfectly paved path out of the garden. Pacing through the soft grass, you headed towards a patch of grass with an assemblage of daisies sprouting from it.

Primo was always complaining about those things; the daisies that never seemed to go away. He didn’t plant them there, they just appeared seemingly out of the blue. If he cut them down, they grew once more, with ten times the amount. They would never die.

Terzo let out a “huff” as he plopped himself on the ground beside the flowers, muttering to himself what you presumed to be violent threats in Italian.

With care, you plucked one of the many flowers off the ground , holding it up and examining it closely. It was beautiful, the vibrant yellow center contrasting beautifully against the soft white petals as well as the soft green of the grass. You began collecting more from the ground, threading the stems together, to create a daisy chain. Some of the daisies were a little withered, missing a few petals. But you didn’t mind. It was a daisy chain, nonetheless.

Your daisy chain had soon become a daisy crown, as you pieced your first and last flower together.

“Pretty!” you announced, placing the crown atop his raven hair.

“Me?” He asked.

“Yeah! Boys can like flowers and be pretty.”

“I guess that’s true.” He reckoned. “Can you teach me?”

“Yeah!” You both sat in the grass, chatting and making daisy chains for what felt like hours until the sky turned a hazy orange and you were being called back inside by Primo.

“Terzo! Margherita! Cosa fai? È tardi! Come inside, I make brasato al barolo.” His voice bellowed through the air.

“Brasato al barolo?! Arrivo, Primo!” Terzo shouted in response.

“Bruhza- brasato?” You awkwardly pronounced.

“You’ve never had Brasato al Barolo?!” He gasped, mouth agape as if you had just revealed the world’s most profound secret.

“No.” You confessed.

“You’re eating with us tonight, Margherita!” Terzo declared, grabbing you by the hand and taking off towards the building.

Soon enough, you two had a tradition: sneaking off to make daisy chains in the outskirts of the garden. Those were simpler times you would soon yearn for. You two grew up with the daisies, sharing secrets, laughter, and precious memories, including your first kiss.

One day, you sat by the daisy patch, waiting for Terzo’s arrival. You sat in solitude, twirling the strands of grass in your fingers, wondering what was taking him so long. Your contemplation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of screaming and quick footsteps growing closer and closer. Terzo was sprinting towards you at full speed, then collapsed into the grass, breathing heavily.

“Y/N!” He shouted, despite being right next to you,

“What happened?! Are you okay?” You fretted, crouching on the ground beside him.

“I saw something disgusting!” He said, sitting up and now facing you.

“What?!”

“I saw Secondo kissing a girl!” He said, pointing to his mouth and letting out an exaggerated vomiting noise. “Bleaugh!”

“Ewww!” You shuddered. “Gross!”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“I have an idea.” Terzo prompted, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“What is it?” You responded.

“Let’s try it,” he suggested, grinning wickedly.

“Kissing?”

“Yeah! We’re nine now! Basically grown-ups.” Terzo reasoned.

“I thought it was gross?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

“It’s gross because it’s Secondo. Wanna do it?”

“Sure.” you agreed.

“Ready?”

“Okay.” You agreed, squealing and shaking your hands to let all your nervous energy out.

“Three…” He started.

“Two…” You continued.

“One.” You chorused.

Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you two leaned in and pressed your lips together for about a millisecond.

Peck.

You two erupted into a storm of laughter, flailing about and rolling in the grass. “Ew!!! Ew!!! Ew!!! Ew!!!” The both of you shrieked repeatedly through exuberant giggles, tears rolling down your cheeks. Recovering from your fit of laughter, you two opened your eyes and were faced with none other than Terzo’s brother, Secondo, hovering above you, his scowl as frightening as ever. He loomed over you, carrying a sense of impending doom with him, akin to the Grim Reaper.

“Terzo. Partire.” he commanded his brother. Ah, Secondo. Bearer of bad news, as always.

“Why?” Terzo retaliated, propping himself up so he was now sitting up straight.

“Hai il cotillion.” Secondo replied.

“Non mi interessa.”

“Io dirò Papa.” He threatened.

Terzo threw himself back on the grass, shut his eyes, and let out a cartoonish snoring noise. You stifled a giggle.

“Io dirò Primo.”

Terzo sighed, reluctantly standing up from his spot on the grass as you also stood up beside him. Secondo’s gaze shifted from his brother to you, eyeing you for a moment before snickering.

“Ha. Looks like she’s taller than you now. Good luck getting a girlfriend, fratellino.” He snorted.

Really, Secondo? He had to say that in English?

“I am?” You asked, looking to your side and finding out you were indeed taller than your best friend, the top of his head barely under your eye level. You initially wanted to jump for joy, tease, “Take that, Terzo!” But seeing the hurt look on his face immediately eliminated that desire.

“Secondo, that’s mean.” You scolded him.

“The truth hurts.” He quipped, turning around and storming off back towards the church.

“It’s okay Terzo, girls just mature faster than guys. Soon you’ll be the tallest one in the whole Clergy.” You reassured him.

“Whatever… I have to go. See you, Margherita.” He waved, making a kissy face at you before letting out a hearty laugh.

You stuck your tongue out in return, then laughed as you waved goodbye to Terzo trampling through the grass, off to another boring cotillion lesson. The thought of someone as wild as Terzo participating in such formal activities humored you greatly. Doesn’t matter how old he got, he would never grow up.

°❀°

From then on out, the two of you spent your time with the daisies. You grew with them.

You got older and watched each other change as the years flew by. Terzo got taller. Maybe not as tall as he’d like to be, but still, taller. And very handsome. Everyone practically clawed at him, debilitatingly envious of the attention you received from him, although it was strictly platonic. One may think that all the mornings you were spotted leaving his room were due to some frisky activity the night before, but that was far from the truth. Unless frisky activity was watching horror movies, painting each other’s nails, and gossiping until you could hear the birds chirping, indicating it was probably time to go to bed.

The bond you two had was sacred. Your deepest darkest secrets were kept safe with each other, the things you wouldn’t dare to utter to anybody else. Together, you were wild and free, sneaking out into the latest hours of the night, coming back home drunken and dizzy, and soon having to hold each other’s hair back. You liked Terzo’s hair a little long, but you wouldn’t tell him that. You two fought each other’s battles, took each other’s stabs, cleaned each other’s wounds. You were a shoulder to cry on when Terzo displayed rare moments of vulnerability, and in return, he offered the same security to you, holding you while you cried over some stupid boy, or something much more serious. Nobody dared to mess with you, because that meant they were messing with Terzo. And that was a death wish.

You were best friends, and that’s all. From adolescence to adulthood.

The morning of your 18th birthday, you woke up to a firm knock on your door and a voice echoing through the hallway.

“Margherita!” You heard Terzo sing joyously.

“One- One second.” You grumbled, voice cracking as you awakened from your slumber. You groaned as you forced the soft duvet off your body, crawling out of the warm embrace of your bed. Not wanting Terzo to see you looking rusty, even though he had countless times before, you barely opened the door, peeking outside. He was already gone. What a weird boy. As you stepped aside, your foot brushed something on the floor. Looking down, you caught sight of a piece of paper that was slipped under your door, one that was haphazardly torn out of a journal probably supposed to be used for taking notes. You chuckled to yourself.

Forgive me, I have some duties to attend to today. I’ll be back here at 7:00 to come pick you up for your birthday celebration. See you soon, Margherita.

-Terzo

Birthday celebration? You smiled, pondering what he would do for you. Terzo was many things, but predictable was not one of them.

You decided to get a little dressed up. It was your special day, after all. Rummaging through your closet, you settled on a nice floral sundress with a lace trim, as well as your favorite pair of shoes, which happened to match quite nicely. You spruced up your hair, tying a bow in the back with a pastel ribbon you were lucky enough to have found sitting in your drawer.

The day was pleasant. Your friends and siblings of sin showered you with love and attention, some even presenting you with gifts that made your heart beam with graciousness.

Just before Terzo was scheduled to arrive, you touched yourself up a bit, fixing your makeup and hair. You gave yourself a final look in the mirror before hearing a knock on the door at promptly 7:00 p.m.

Terzo looked very handsome, you must say. His raven hair was slicked back, a few strands falling out in just the right places. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black pants, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, which were placed behind his back.

“Wow, bellisima!” He beamed, pulling out a red rose from behind his back.

“Aw, thanks, Terzo.” You smiled, taking the rose and holding it to your chest.

“My beautiful best friend all dolled up. Give me a twirl!” He exclaimed, taking you by the hand and spinning you around before you even had the chance to agree.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” He said, just as he caught you at the end of your twirl.

“Thanks, Terzo.” You replied, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks. “You look nice too.”

“Grazie! Shall we go?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Where?” You questioned while taking his hand in yours.

“You’ll find out!” announced Terzo, before taking off.

You two embarked on your typical route to your daisy bush. But after passing through the glass doors, to your surprise, he turned in the opposite direction of the daisies. He dragged you towards the garden you were still forbidden from entering after all these years, Primo still wary of his brother’s antics.

“Wait- are we allowed to be in here?” you asked. “Si. We aren’t kids anymore. I was granted permission. Look how mature I am now!”

“Sure.” You laughed.

It was just as beautiful as you remembered, maybe even more beautiful. Not quite as big, but that’s what happens when you grow up, you presumed.

He led you to an area beside a large oak tree, its leaves providing the perfect amount of shade. A large blanket was spread across the grass, and placed in the middle was a basket containing some desserts, drinks, and a few small gifts.

“Aw, Terzo, this is so sweet.” You expressed, placing a hand over your heart at his thoughtful gesture.

“It’s what you deserve.” He replied. “A beautiful setup for a beautiful girl, no?”

“Stop it.” You blushed.

You two took a seat on the quilt, taking a moment of silence to soak in the scenery.

“It’s so weird finally being back in here.” You said fondly. You know, I’m still a little bit upset Primo banned me from coming inside too. I didn’t even take anything!”

“Si, but Primo had a hunch.”

“Huh?”

“That wherever you go I would follow.”

“Did he really say that?”

“Si.” He nodded.

As the night grew darker, a soft breeze began to pick up, and goosebumps began to graze the surface of your skin.

Terzo noticed you tucking your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them to warm yourself up.

“Are you cold?” asked Terzo, a concerned tone in his voice.

“Kind of, but I’m fine.” You reassured him, although your body language screamed otherwise. In response, Terzo wrapped his arms around you as you rested your head against him, snuggling into his warmth. You loved this. You loved his scent, his touch, his presence; it kept you grounded, kept you human.

“Terzo?” You uttered, your head still leaning against him.

“Si?”

“You’re my favorite person in the world.”

“And you are mine.”

You don’t know how it happened. Terzo pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, something he had done before. Looking up from where you had nestled your head, you two met eyes, but it was different this time; your heartbeat came to a sudden halt. The twinkle in his white eye was brighter than it ever had been, and you longed to get closer to it. Closer to him. You were completely engulfed in your entrancement with your best friend. The spark in his eyes had become a newly born flame, and you felt your heart’s wings flutter like a moth fleeting towards light.

“Pretty.” he uttered, voice barely audible.

“Pretty?”

“You. You are pretty.” He reiterated, not breaking eye contact.

Nothing was to be heard except the soft hum of the cicadas and the stream rustling in the distance.

“I don’t know,” you responded, looking away shyly.

“I do.” He said, placing his hand on the side of your face, as he began grazing his thumb across your cheek.

His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips, and back up once again. The arm that was still wrapped around you was drawing you in closer, as an unspoken heat began to arise between the two of you.

Terzo placed his lips on yours in a gentle kiss, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

This felt right. This felt good.

You looked Terzo in the eyes, face flushed, before you eagerly dove back in, lips crashing against each other as you explored each other’s mouths, establishing a steady rhythm. Your hands traveled around his body, pulling him closer as you two kissed in the moonlight, giving you an ethereal glow.

One thing led to another, and things became more heated; hands tugging at hair, teeth nipping at necks, bodies melting into each other’s touch.

“I want you.” Terzo whispered against your neck in between kisses and bites.

“I want you too.” You mouthed. “Please.”

He showed you everything that night, feelings you didn’t even know were possible, and explored parts of you that nobody else had before.

You remember the rhythm of him so vividly you could make music out of it, each breath, moan, whisper, and word that escaped his mouth. He made you feel beautiful for the first time in your entire life, even when you were in your most vulnerable state, lying exposed under him.

“You’re beautiful.” He reassured you when you felt the urge to hide yourself from him. “So beautiful.”

Fear became arousal, any minimal pain becoming pleasure, as a friendship became something more. You fit together perfectly. You were made for each other. And after you two both reached the heights of pleasure, Terzo collapsed beside you, rolling over so you were face-to-face.

“I love you, Terzo,” You panted, hazy in your state of afterglow.

“I love you too.” He replied, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “La mia Margherita.”

You woke up in your own bed the next morning, eyes darting around the room after noticing Terzo’s absence. It wasn’t too odd for him to have left bed before you, he typically had to leave your sleepovers early in the morning to fulfill his tasks. You decided after getting ready to check if he was in the office he was newly granted. Yesterday was a big night, after all.

You knocked on his office door before inviting yourself inside.

“Terzo!” you grabbed his attention, shutting the large door behind you. What’s wrong?” you asked, stepping towards his desk.

He looked upset, his posture tense as he sat in his desk chair, hand resting on his forehead as his brow furrowed deeply.

“Hi, Y/N. Take a seat.” He addressed you, gesturing to the seat on the other side of the ornate desk.

“Are we in a meeting?” You asked, laughing as you took a seat in the chair.

“Y/N.” he started, his voice cold as he looked up at you.

“Yes?” you replied, anxious regarding his suddenly harsh tone.

“I apologize about last night.”

“How come?”

“I let my impulses take over.”

“No, Terzo, it was good! You didn’t hurt me at all! It’s okay.” You sweetly reassured him.

“It’s not that. It’s just… I shouldn’t have given in.”

You recoiled at his statement. Why was he speaking of you as if you were a sin? What were you, some temptation? Had he forgotten what church we were in?

“Given in?” You questioned, voice weakening. “What does that mean?”

“It was unprofessional.”

“Unprofessional? I’m not your colleague, Terzo, what are you talking about?’

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I need some distance moving forward.

“Distance? What do you mean? Why aren’t you answering my questions?”

“Y/N, I said, it is just… not a good time.”

“We have all the time in the world. We can make time, Terzo! Please!” You pathetically pleaded, a familiar ache welling up in your throat and chest. “Did… did last night mean nothing to you?” Tears began pouring down your face. “Have the last 11 years meant nothing too?”

“I never said that.”

“So what you’re telling me is that you were just horny and thought it would be hot to 'rid me of my innocence’ or some shit like that? Whatever perverted fantasy guys like you have? Well, congrats, Terzo. You did it. You’re a real savior.”

“I just, I cannot have you as my lover.” He stated.

“Why not? We did something… I did something I was so afraid of because I trusted you. Do you know how hard that was for me? Do you want me, or do you not?” You cried, voice breaking.

“It is not a good idea for me to have a lover.” repeated Terzo, his voice monotonous, like he was programmed to say so.

“What are you even saying? Was I not… good?” You cried out in desperation, cringing at your own words.

“I have a role to fulfill. I need to focus on my future.”

“Am I not a part of your future, Terzo?” You wept.

Terzo did not reply. He looked away from you, his expression cold and empty. Like a moth to a flame, he burned you. Plucked the petals off of you and watched them float into a roaring, relentless fire, the smooth white edges withering into a lifeless dust.

“What the fuck happened to you?” You cried, desperate for some sort of reaction from him, good or bad.

Stabbed by his betrayal and sudden distance, you stood up and slammed the chair into the desk, resulting in a shrill creaking noise and a rough slam that made your ears hurt.

“Fuck you. Fuck you, Terzo. Fuck you. I hope you fail just like Nihil told you you would. I can’t wait to see it happen. Fuck you.”

You stormed out of the room, shutting the door with such force that you could hear the contents of the room rattle as you sped down the hall.

Slamming the door to your room, you threw yourself onto your bed, putting your face into your pillow as a gut-wrenching wail left your throat. For hours, you bawled, letting out broken sobs so deep from within your body someone nearby might think you were dying. Your face was drenched in your snot and tears, the pillow stifling your breathing, making your gasps heavier and more painful. You clenched your hands into fists so tight they trembled, punching the mattress over and over again, wishing it was a person who could cry back, who could feel even a glimpse of the pain you were experiencing. You were furious. Filled with pure, seething rage. Not only with Terzo, but yourself. How could you give up your body to someone like that? So foolishly? How idiotic could you be to think a playboy like Terzo would view you any differently than anyone else? You would never get your body back. It was Terzo’s now. His last memories of you were ones you wish you could erase from his mind, ones of you writhing in pleasure, and ones of you bursting with anger. You wanted to break everything in sight. You wanted revenge, and you would get it. You knew just how.

The process of becoming a preacher in the clergy was notorious for being tedious and lengthy, even for an Emeritus son. A series of tests as well as several essays, presentations, and duties were required. The final obligation to achieve promotion was to present a journal assembled over time, documenting the studies and embarkments accomplished over the past few years.

His examination day was tomorrow.

It was a good thing you knew where Terzo kept his things.

You remember walking past Nihil’s office the next day, stopping in your tracks when you were bombarded by the sound of furious yelling so loud it might shatter glass.

“You are worthless. Worthless. Is this what you have to bring to the Emeritus name? Nothing? How foolish I was to think you would ever live up to the task. To any task. You are an embarrassment.”

Oh, no.

You wanted to take it back. Dive into the lake where you had thrown the locked leather journal and give it back. Maybe drown in the process.

You placed your trembling hand over your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes as you began to comprehend what you had just done to your best friend, who no doubt knew you were behind its disappearance.

Soon, the door swung open, startling you nearly as much as your presence startled Terzo.

“Terzo, I… I’m sorry-“

He paid no mind to your apology, striding right past you, your shoulders brushing as he flew by.

He had ruined your chances at love, and you, his chances of success. Now, both of your chances at friendship were ruined as well.

How could he forgive you?

°❀°

The daisies were far overgrown.

It had been 5 years. 5 years since his betrayal and yours. 5 years of watching him prance around the abbey with people he probably didn’t even know the names of, with wit and character not even measuring up to half of yours. He had changed since your separation; sure, he had always had flings, but now he was just a full-on fuckboy.

Nobody in the Clergy dared to mention your falling out, surely it had to be a sensitive topic; you two were practically glued to each other’s sides, and suddenly couldn’t stand to be in the same room as each other.

Whispers spread about the church like wildfire, rumors which concocted possible explanations for your separation:

“I heard she cheated on him.”

“Apparently she was bad in bed.”

“I heard she was a psycho bitch.”

“He deserves better.”

Each time you ran into each other led to a sense of unpleasantness in the air and painfully awkward, sometimes heated exchanges; a notable example being when he dared to show up to your 21st birthday party.

The lights were dimmed, casting everyone in a shadowy glow, your intoxication causing the figures in the room to blur together. However, through the disorientation, you could still make out Terzo’s face in the crowd.

The alcohol had ignited a newfound courage inside of you, as you pushed your way through the swarm of people and stood face to face with him.

“Why are you here?” you growled.

“I was minding my own business.”

“Minding your own business at my party? If you’re here to be a whore, do it some other night. I know it’s all you’re good for, so it may be a little difficult, but fuck off, please.” You fumed.

“Whore?” He scoffed. “Should I repeat the things you were saying to me exactly three years ago on this very day?”

“Wow, Terzo, I’m impressed. I didn’t know someone as stupid as you would be able to do the math.” You snarked bitterly.

“Stupid? I taught you everything, Y/N. So some other poor man wouldn’t have to struggle to get it up while he did all the work.” He quipped.

“You sure didn’t struggle.” You retorted, the grip on your glass tightening.

“Then again, when have you ever had any respect for people’s work?” His stare suddenly darkened, sending a shiver down your spine, even in the heat of the crowd. “Oh, it’s okay, dolcezza. One day someone will give you the fairytale you desire, you’ll be a sad little housewife who will never lift a finger unless it’s for her own pleasure since her husband can’t get the job done.”

It was like someone took over your body. You were a puppet, your intoxicated rage pulling you by the strings, launching your arm forward, and drenching the man in front of you in red wine.

He didn’t even flinch. Not even did he blink. Instead, he stared down at you with a wicked smirk, licking the splattered wine off of his lips, before flashing his teeth in a smug grin. That evil, sexy bastard.

Now you were the crazy one. You were the one who attacked first, while Terzo stood as comfortably as ever. You wished he fought back, taking the empty glass in your hand and smashing it against your head, drenching yourself in the same dark red he was tainted with. You didn’t even bother to say goodbye to anyone, wiping tears from your eyes as you left the masses of the party to celebrate your existence without you.

°❀°

Nearly a year had passed after your confrontation with Terzo, and you two had not spoken since then.

It was a typical Saturday sermon, you and your siblings sitting in neat rows, awaiting the arrival of Papa Nihil. As time passed by, chatter began to arise; where was Papa?

The noise came to a sudden halt whenever the chamber doors swung open as Papa Nihil entered, followed by his third son. Stepping behind the pulpit, Papa cleared his throat.

“Today is a blessed day.” He began, capturing the attention of the room. “Today is a blessed day because it is proof that our devotion to the Dark Lord can overcome any obstacles. That his darkness can push us to new heights that far surpass the heavens.” His voice echoed through the silence of the room. “I am pleased to announce that today’s sermon will be delivered by our newest preacher, my son, Terzo.” the man announced.

He did it.

He started all over again, from scratch, and managed to get it done. You were shocked, even though you shouldn’t have been- you knew he had it in him. He was going to be Papa one day, you knew, so why was his sudden shift in power hurting you so much? Why were you still angry over something that happened four years ago? It felt like he had won a game you didn’t even know you were playing. You had been tearing yourself apart from the inside out over what you had done, spoiling his first chance at success, telling yourself you wanted him to succeed even without you, but deep down, you were still bitter. Bitter seeing him so high and mighty after what he did to you.

Or was it because as he elevated higher and higher, he was still drifting further from you?

Terzo stood before the pulpit, head held high as he recited a prayer. “Ad impiam Dominum, Salvatorem nostrum, oro, tenebrae tuae valeant tangere corda eorum qui in hoc conclavi hoc serviunt. Ut nos ad studium libertatis, cognitionis ac voluptatis, dirigas. Nema.”

“Nema.” You whispered as the rest of the clergy echoed his prayer.

“I will leave this to you. I trust the Clergy is in good hands.” Nihil stated, exiting the room at a senile pace.

“Ciao, my Siblings of Sin. I figured today I would start with something fresh, something a little more… youthful.” He began, evoking laughter from his audience. Already off to a good start. “Today I would like to- actually- love to examine something found in every one of you … lust. Now in this church, we are no strangers to sin of any kind, but this one… We relish it. We are not ashamed of it. It is the reason we are all here, to begin with. What creates life. But what if I told you that lust is not only what brings us into this world… but what keeps us here as well? It is not only heated nights and bodies intertwined, it is something… greater.”

You couldn’t listen to this. You couldn’t. It was too much, even after all these years. As you slowly felt yourself begin to disconnect from reality in a state of dissociation, a ringing began to build in your ears, like your body was trying to protect you from whatever he was saying. You mindlessly stared at the floor as he continued preaching, and in the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, as Terzo made his final statement.

“It is lust that keeps us alive. Thank you, siblings.”

The church burst into applause, clearly moved by his words. But it made you angry. This wasn’t a performance act, this was service, but he had the Clergy wrapped around his finger with his captivating presence. But, at the same time, could you be mad at him for a job well done? You were the bitter one, holding onto your past as you desperately pumped air into its cold, dead lungs, trying to bring it back to life and rekindle a flame that was long gone.

As you were about to exit the room with your siblings of sin, you had the urge to say something on your way out. You reached the front of the room, Terzo standing just feet away at the pedestal, your mind rapidly firing through things you could say to him. Say sorry. Tell him he did well. Flip him off. Grab him by the hair and throw him into the wall. Or… grab him by the hair, pull him in close, and- Ugh. And just as you passed him, you built up the courage to give him one brief message.

“Congratulations.” You quietly uttered, not even making eye contact, before following your siblings of sin out of the room.

Terzo continued to exhibit talent and passion through his sermons over the next year. He was a gifted speaker; he had no trouble capturing the attention of the crowd. You actively fought against his charm, attempting to train yourself to tune out Terzo’s preaching. It was hard to pay attention to the subject matter at hand whenever his voice brought back memories of the laughter, whispers, and conversations you shared throughout your childhood. Unfortunately, due to the overwhelmingly positive reactions he received from the siblings, he was preaching quite a lot, every Saturday at that. You stayed in the shadows during group discussions, your voice silent, your passion for the Dark Lord not alive as it once was. Eventually, you started skipping sermons on Saturdays altogether. Missing your own God hurt less than missing your best friend.

You knew you should be over it, it was foolish and immature to hold onto your past conflicts, which happened years ago at this point. But you hated him. Or, at least, you hated seeing him. The power had gotten to his head, there was no doubt. His ego had never been higher. You couldn’t stand seeing him stride around the Abbey looking so satisfied with himself, arm wrapped around the nearest person as he ushered them to his bedroom.

And no matter how hard you tried to drown it out, his words still echoed in your mind.

“It is lust that keeps us alive.”

°❀°

One Saturday, when you had planned to study in the library, word spread that everyone was to attend service that day. You would rather do anything but go, but you couldn’t disobey the direct orders given to you. You took a seat in the back of the room as usual, bracing yourself to hear Terzo’s voice. As the siblings waited for the arrival of their speaker, you fidgeted with your habit, staring at the ground as you anxiously pondered what message was so important for everybody to be summoned. You heard footsteps pacing towards the pulpit, a sigh, and then a voice addressing the Clergy. But to your surprise, it was not Terzo’s voice, rather than that belonging to his brother, Primo. Primo stood at the head of the room, his facial expression solemn, and cleared his throat.

“Siblings of Sin,” He began. Something was wrong.

“We are a family here. We have come together as a group of outcasts, free thinkers, and rebellious souls. We have found comfort and safety in each other, and will continue to do so throughout all phases of life.” He stated, his grim tone leaving the siblings on the edge of their seats.

“And death.”

Your heart dropped. No, there was no way.

If you’re here to be a whore, do it some other night. I know it’s all you’re good for-

Someone as stupid as you-

Fuck you. Fuck you, Terzo. Fuck you. I hope you fail just like Nihil told you you would. I can’t wait to see it happen. Fuck you.

Every hateful thing you had ever said to Terzo began replaying in your mind at a debilitating pace. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way. You sat in the back of the chamber, trying not to hyperventilate as the world caved in around you. It felt as if your heart had sunken into the ground beneath you, and you wished you would sink with it. That it was you instead of Terzo. You began to spiral so deeply you swore the room began to as well, your surroundings blurring together as the walls began to spin, and-

“We will never forget Papa Nihil and his impact.”

The spinning stopped. You could finally breathe. The tears streaming down your face became tears of joy as you experienced a relief so enlightening you felt like you could float. It was horrible, that the news of someone’s death brought you relief, but you were infinitely grateful that the someone wasn’t Terzo. But why wasn’t Terzo here?

It didn’t matter. He was somewhere. And you had to find him.

You stood up, excusing yourself from the service as you burst out the door and sprinted down the hallway. The adrenaline you faced was still coursing through your veins and fueled your every step. Your body, driven by autopilot, knew where it was taking you before your mind even did. You ran down the hall and out of the two glass doors, nearly tripping down the staircase as you entered the large field. A patch of daisies stood in the distance, and beside it, a figure hunched over, sitting on the ground. Terzo.

You ran faster than you ever had in your entire life, nearly crashing into the grass as you knelt beside him.

“Terzo!” you panted. He did not respond, focusing on something in his hands. You looked down and noticed a few daisies were set before him, two in his hands as he tied them together. “I’m not here to start a fight, Terzo.” His silence combined with your shrill voice made you feel like the preacher here. “Terzo, please just talk to me, I- I thought you died, Terzo.” you expressed, voice cracking.

“What?” He responded, his head snapping up.

“I thought you died.” You hysterically repeated. “I thought you were gone. When they, they told us about Nihil—before they said who it was- I- I thought it was you.” You wept. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him so tightly he might burst, his body initially stiffening up, but soon melting into your embrace. You had seen him and heard him throughout the past five years, but you hadn’t felt him in far too long. How you missed him. His scent, his warm body pressed against yours. The soft rise and fall of his chest. You pulled away, soaking in the eye contact you had craved for so long. “I was so scared. I was so scared. It was like… The world stopped. And I just… I regretted everything. I felt what it was like to lose you. Again. For those few seconds. I wanted nothing else more than to have you back. And I do. I want you back. I’m… Why am I always the one crying? I just, I want you back.” You wept violently. “I miss you, I miss you so bad. I want my best friend back. I know you’ve moved on but it hurts to hold this in. I miss you so bad, I masked it behind hate, but I want you back so badly.”

“… I miss you too, Y/N.” replied Terzo, quietly.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t even share my condolences- I’m sorry about Nihil. Is that why you skipped service today?” you asked, momentarily hesitating before resting a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine. He’ll come back to haunt me, if not literally, figuratively. And no, I am not the one skipping service. I haven’t had my Saturday spot in months now, I switched to the late-night sessions on Fridays.”

“Why did they move you?”

“They didn’t. I chose it. I thought maybe you would come to that one.” He confessed.

“You… you noticed I was gone?”

“Of course I did.”

“Then… why didn’t you just come talk to me?” you asked.

“I thought, why would you want to talk to me after what I did to you?”

“If you know it was so wrong, then why did you do it, Terzo?” you snapped.

Terzo did not respond, and instead, stared at the flowers in his hands.

“Don’t go silent on me again. Please. I remember exactly what you said five years ago, Terzo. You told me, ‘It is not a good idea for me to have a lover.’ And then you go off to fuck however many siblings of sin, and won’t even look me in the eyes? I don’t care how long ago it was, Terzo, it still hurts just as bad as it did the day you told me to take a seat across from you. Every time I think of what happened in the garden, I… It hurts. I felt disgusting, Terzo. I felt so guilty. I still do. I wanted to scrub my body clean of you after you left me, I wanted you out of my body and mind. But you never left. I wanted so badly not to want you after what happened. But I still did. You broke my trust, Terzo. You broke my heart. And seeing you walk around the Abbey all high and mighty, so happy, at your peak, without me, it’s destroying me. ”

“Y/N. I haven’t had a single lover since the day I left you. All those quick fucks- they weren’t lovers. Those people were the impulses I let take over. Not you. You were more than that. I am far from my peak. I am at my lowest. The only thing that kept me alive was you, Y/N. Lust was the second-best thing. I’m sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry.” He apologized, looking up at you, his eyes full of remorse.

“Then why did you ghost me? Why, Terzo, if it was so hard, why did you-”

“It wasn’t my choice, Y/N,” He interjected.

“What do you mean, it wasn’t your choice?” You sniffled, rubbing tears from your eyes.

“It was my father, Y/N. My father- Nihil told me I couldn’t be around you anymore. He knew we were more than a stupid fling, that’s why he stopped it. He considered a relationship that was as committed as ours, platonic or romantic, more of a distraction from my duties than worthless hookups would be. And then, after I had nothing to present to him, he thought it proved his point. That you weren’t good for me, you distracted me from my goals. It only worsened his disapproval. I should’ve stood up to him. I should have explained otherwise. But I was afraid.”

“Terzo, I… It did prove his point. I ruined your chance. I’m the reason you had to wait to become a preacher.” You lamented, guilt riddling your heart.

“It is true, you took the journal. It hurt. That you intended to do such a thing, soil my progress. But you didn’t ruin anything for me. I ruined it for myself. I wasn’t ready for that responsibility at all. There was nothing in the journal to begin with, Y/N.” He revealed.

“What?”

“I did nothing. I had nothing to present.”

“You’re lying.”

“No, Y/N. There was nothing.” he restated.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew I hurt you so deeply. I didn’t want to hurt you again.I thought you wouldn’t want to be around me ever again. I was afraid of my father’s reaction. And now, I don’t have to be afraid.”

Both of you were so blinded by your stubbornness, unwillingness to communicate, and fear of rekindling a flame you thought was long gone, that you did not realize you both longed for the same thing: each other.

“I can’t pretend this is just a friendship, Terzo. Or that it ever was. I know it was one night, but I… it’s not just that.”

“It was never just one night,” he responded.

“Could we… would you ever want to try again, Terzo?” you asked, fearfully preparing yourself for rejection.

“I want that more than anything.” Silence spread through the air once again. But this one was a comfortable silence, one that allowed you to bathe in each other’s presence. One that allowed you to be grateful for the each other and nothing else. You looked down at the flowers placed in front of him.

“Sometimes when I am stressed, I do what you taught me. Make daisy chains.” He explained. “It feels like you’re with me.”

Your heart melted at the sentiment of the action, as he tied the final two flowers together.

“Well, I’m with you now. And I’m not going anywhere.” you professed.

Terzo tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and placed the crown on top of your head.

“And neither am I.” He said, kissing the top of your head before pulling you into another hug, one less frantic than the one before, but still just as needed. The feeling of his heart beating against yours breathed new air into your lungs, brought you back to life, his arms wrapped around you providing you a familiar sense of safety you had been deprived of for years now.

“My best friend. My soulmate. La mia Margherita.”

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As you rolled over in bed, you found yourself face to face with your lover, his appearance still blissfully remnant of his slumber; heavy eyes and perfectly messy hair.

“Happy birthday, Margherita.” he rasped, a soft smile grazing his lips.

You two began getting ready for the day, side-by-side in the bathroom mirror, as you always did.

“Shit. I’m out of paint.” He cursed, after opening the container and seeing the contents were empty.

You rummaged through your makeup bag and handed him a tube of eyeliner, saving the day.

“Ah, grazie. What would I do without you?” He asked, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“I’m not sure.” You teased. For a moment, you just stared at him in the mirror, admiring his features as he applied his eye makeup. “Hard to believe you’re a Cardinal.” You broke the silence.

“You thought I couldn’t do it?” He played with you, gently jabbing you in the side with his elbow.

“Oh, no, it's just- it feels like yesterday you were giving your first sermon as a preacher.” You recalled. “It is lust that keeps us alive.”

“You still remember?” He asked, smiling fondly.

“Of course I do.”

“I won’t let you forget, my lust may continue into my afterlife as well.”

“You’re gonna be a horny ghost?” You laughed.

“Si.” He confirmed, evoking more laughter out of you. “Merda. I have a meeting at 12. What time is it?” He asked, frantically looking around for a clock.

“You’re a mess. Good thing that’s why I love you.” You chuckled, entering your bedroom to check the time. “It’s 11:55.”

“Merda! Okay, I have to go now. I’ll be back here at around 12. Have fun with your sisters.”

“See you, Terzo.” You said, kissing him on the cheek before he bolted out of the room.

Later that day, after a nice brunch with your sisters, you and Terzo sat on a stone bench in the garden, admiring the surrounding scenery. You discovered something new about it each time you visited- Primo’s attention to detail never ceased to impress you.

“So, about what I said earlier…” He began.

“About being a horny ghost? Terzo, we aren’t doing anything in here.” You bantered.

“You’re right. It is too bright outside. Unless you suggest otherwise. Ah, I joke. But what I was going to say is…” He took a deep breath in. “How much of my first sermon do you remember?”

“Um, honestly, not a lot… My head wasn’t in the right place,” you admitted.

“I assumed. But there is something I said that day that I would like to tell you now if that’s okay.”

You nodded.

“I have learned a lot about lust. And, while a lot of it is, well, a hands-on experience, I could say- the most important thing I have learned about it is something I learned in contemplation, by myself.”

“What is it?”

“That lust is not only heated nights and bodies intertwined, it is something… greater. But what I did not say was that- that something greater is you, Y/N. We are taught lust is longing, a desire so deep that we cannot live without it… Something innate inside of us… You are the only thing that ignites that inside of me. The only thing that has ever been innate to me, ever. There is nothing else I long for more than you.” confessed Terzo, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. Your jaw dropped when he opened it, revealing a dazzling gold ring that glimmered in the sunlight, the band embedded with gems, and in the center, a sparkling diamond surrounded by engravements resembling petals.

A daisy ring.

“Y/N… Will you marry me?”

The winding path had led you right back to where you began, a love so pure and treasured it could never fade.

Terzo Emeritus, your best friend, former enemy, your first and last lover.

The tears forming in your eyes made them glimmer as brightly as the ring itself, as you replied,

“Yes.”

Terzo slipped the ring onto your finger, pulling you in for a passionate kiss before wrapping you in his embrace. And as you were mid-embrace with your fiancée, you opened your eyes, and in the distance, spotted a few daisies daring to sprout beside the garden gates.

Primo was right. Those things would never die.

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monsterbeetlebug · 9 months ago

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A helping hand

Jack and Marguerite Baker x femreader, an au where the mold never got to them and a younger woman is their third part. A list of different things from sfw to nsfw.

"You are more than just a helping hand in the Baker residence. The couple very much adore each other, but you were the missing puzzle piece in their homely life in need for some help."

Tw: 18+, Mentions of hunting and taxidermy, alcohol, smoking, sexual and sensual activities, voyeurism.

(If you want you can listen to In dreams, Sierra Ferrell. You look like you love me, Ella Langley, or Just in love with you, The Deslondes while reading. I've listened to them while writing and it felt so cozy<3)

Sfw

After you said yes to Marguerite's offer you spent your days helping out the Baker couple. They both felt everything got easier and less stressful with you there. And how they loved having you around. It made their days brighter and filled with more purpose.

The main thing you helped them with was the bed n' breakfast. It had been one of Jack's dreams and it was absolutely amazing. They had your endless support in making it run as smoothly as possible. It wasn't open all year around, but it made good money and some regular guests. You'd always greet the regulars with a big smile and some extra services on the house.

You and Marguerite would usually spend parts of the week baking and stocking up the pantry with homemade food. You'd have sweet music playing in the background, laughing together and having a good ol' time. Jack would come by every now and then. Trying to steal a bite of whatever you were making or just to engage in hearty conversation with the two of you.

When doing laundry you'd help Marguerite with the heavier lifting and bending down to pick stuff up for her. You didn't mind doing the laundry alone sometimes too. She always felt so grateful and would give you a treat or something good to drink afterwards.

Marguerite would often go foraging and you had joined her in doing so. Finding a variety of plants to use in your cooking. Anything from berries to fruits, herbs, roots and whatever delicious things you'd find in the garden and local area. The heavy things to carry was taken care of by you. Foraging made the food taste that special bit better, knowing you had put in the extra effort of gathering it yourself.

If you went out foraging alone you always end up picking a bouquet of flowers for Marguerite and Jack. Their favourite flowers mixed together and put in a beautiful vase. They adored your simple act of love. You loved doing small things to show your love and gratitude.

On cold nights you'd cuddle up on a couch next to Marguerite. Both of you with a cup of tea and a good book, just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes you'd look through photo albums together as she told you stories. You had even picked up a habit of crocheting when spending time with her. Alot of the crocheting you did ended up as gifts or decorations around the house. You and Marguerite truly bonded over these activities.

When Jack was out hunting he always came home with something. Big or small, you and Marguerite where proud either way. Jack did all the butchering so you and Marguerite only had to prepare it for storing or cooking. He took you out hunting sometimes if you wanted to come along. He'd show you all the tricks and the best places. It was a good opportunity to look for places to forage or pick flowers from. You enjoyed the time you spent together as he taught you everything he knew about hunting.

Since Jack hunted he also did some taxidermy. He liked using the whole animal so nothing was wasted. His favourite thing to do was make something for you. He knew you loved oddities, and he felt proud to present you with something he had put so much work and passion into. You always loved the trinkets and taxidermy he made for you. You had placed them around the house and in your room to show of the priced possessions you had been gifted.

If you ever got hurt the both of them would drop what they where doing and come running. Jack would either carry you or support you while asking if you're alright. He always got this worried expression while talking to you. Marguerite would check out your wounds and get whatever was needed to treat you. Telling you how everything is going to be fine and how brave you are. They made you feel so safe and cared for.

Every now and then they would often fall asleep in a chair each or on a couch together. Leaning on the doorframe or a wall you tilted your head to the side with a soft smile. Pulling blankets over them so they wouldn't get cold and letting them get the rest they deserved. You didn't have the heart to wake them up.

Jack loved playing records or cassettes for you. Since you loved having music on alot of them time he wanted to show you all his old classics. Most of it was country and old rock. His favourite moments where when you lit up with joy as you discovered new songs that you fell in love with. He got the most genuine smile and eyes filled with admiration as he watched you.

When it was dinnertime you'd all help each other. You and Marguerite did most of the cooking and setting the table, but Jack would always help out with the dishes and the cleanup so you really didn't mind.

There was so much love to go around in the household. Always a hug to spare, a kind smile, loving eyes and words of affection. A frequent kiss to either the cheek or forehead. Praise for the good work or a helping hand. Loving nicknames all day long. Honey or darling where the most commonly used.

You'd watch football matches together with Jack when they where on TV. Football wasn't really you thing, but you enjoyed spending time with him. He always answered your questions with enthusiasm. You loved listening to him speak so passionately, even though you didn't understand half of the terms used in football.

On sunny days you would often lay in the tall grass and look up at the clouds drifting by. Jack and Marguerite would often find you asleep out there. Waking up in your bed you knew what had happened. You felt so greatful for them and nothing could ever make you leave them.

Jack used to brew his own beer. Some of it was sold in the bed n' breakfast and some he kept for himself. He also made some moonshine, but that was mostly for tinctures and such that Marguerite made. You'd often help with keeping count and packaging while you kept them company.

You'd catch youself admiring them from a distance. Thinking of how cute they are, how well they fit together. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A wholesome feeling as you watched them interact.

If you put on one of their favourite records you could see them dancing together as if they had just fallen in love. Your heart fluttering as you watched them glide across the floor. How you loved setting up these "accidental" scenarios.

If you ever went away for a few days they would miss you dearly. Waiting for their darling to come back home again. They kept themselves busy while you where gone of course, but you where always in the back of their mind.

Nsfw

Believe it or not, but Marguerite had been the one to contact you about the whole situation. Jack had been more hesistant about the whole ordeal, but he warmed up to the idea after a while. Marguerite had explained it all to you, the choice was all up to you. You spent some time thinking it over and asked about different things. And after some back and forth you couldn't possibly say no.

Marguerite wasn't able to provide the same actions that Jack longed for anymore. She of course tried, but it made her feel sad that she couldn't do it for him anymore. He never made her feel bad about it though. He loved his dear wife all the same.

That's where you came in. A helping hand in the areas she couldn't preform. She knew Jack would come to love you eventually. You all spent time in the beginning to get to know each other before anything explicit where to happen of course. Making sure everyone was on board amd secure.

For Marguerite you would provide different sorts of relaxing and pleasureable activities, since sexual activities was of the table for her. You would draw warm baths for her. Lightning the room with candles to create a soft and sensual atmosphere. Music and wonderful aromas filled the air as you helped her into the tub. You help her by washing her hair and scrub her back. Letting her feel deserving of some luxury and pampering. You'd tell her how beautiful see still was and it gave her nice a confidence boost.

Other times you would give her sensual massages. Helping her neck, shoulders and back to relax more. You made the experience solely focusing on her enjoyment. Using oils and lotions with her favorite sents.

On Marguerite and Jack's date nights you would help Marguerite with dressing up, making her feel gorgeous. You'd help her with some makeup as well so she could look in the mirror and feel sexy again. She was so greatful for your actions and would hug you tightly.

Marguerite would tell you about their younger days, reminiscing about the things they had tried in the bedroom. You'd share a bottle of wine and some goodies as tou talked. Setting the mood for the things you talked about. She told you all about hew he had made her feel when fooling around. She would tell you what to try with him and how he liked it. She had all sort of ideas for the two of you to try out. It was interesting and exciting listening to Marguerite speak so wholeheartedly about their past sexlife. It almost felt like an honor that they let you be a part of such an intimate part of their life.

Jack still loved caressing his wife very much. He never missed a chance to do so. Giving Marguerite the feeling of being sexy and sensual however he could. Giving her lustfilled kisses, making it very clear how much how she made him feel. The bulge in his crotch was the unmistakable evidence. He sincerly loved her, so he made her feel special in any way he could.

For a man of his age Jack was very much in shape for sex. He had no problem getting erections and his stamina was impressive. You suspected that it was a mix of him keeping himself in shape by working so much and all the homemade food.

Jack was a generous lover. He did not mind waiting his turn. You would always come first in line, unless you initiated something on him first of course. He was a sucker for your antics and couldn't help but fall victim if you did something suggestive towards him.

Having a think for smoking wasn't for the faint hearted around Jack and Marguerite. You yourself didn't like to smoke, but how you loved watching others do. When you had the chance you kepp them company just so you could watch them. Jack was the one who smoked the most out of the two, so you often ended up watching him in awe. The way he held the cigarettein his lips. How the glowing tip brightend as he took a drag. How the puff of smoke cane out and slithered it's way into the air from his mouth or nose. If you didn't find him attractive before, oh lord you sure did now.

Marguerite would be invited to watch you and Jack. Voyeurism turned out to be exciting for her, and she enjoyed every second of it. She would often watch from a distance, while other times she sat nearby saying loving fraces to her two lovebirds. Her words would often praise or encourage you both. She would give Jack passionate kisses in-between. She would also gently cup you chin and tell you what a good girl you were being.

When you where alone with Jack and felt frisky, nothing could stop you from feeling him up. Or rather down honestly. A finger trailing down his body until it met his crotch, cupping it, giving it a soft squeeze. Oh the look he gave you when you did that, dangerous hunger in his eyes. It made you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together.

When Jack found you standing around he would come up behind you. Either giving your bottom a loving squeeze or a hungry kiss along you neck. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, making you blush and feel warm inside. It had occasionally ended in him taking you from behind wherever you where. And boy howdy you couldn't even have fantasized these moments.

One of your favorites things to do was disturbing Jack when he was watching football and drinking beer alone. You'd crawl up between his legs and give him a good ol' blowjob. Because you knew there was a rewarding punishment for disturbing him like this. It usually ended up being cock warming or being lazily fingered until his footballmatch was done and his beer was finished. If it was a match he didn't care much for he'd make you ride him agonisingly slow while he was focused on your tits. You were so impatient and turned into a whiny and whimpering mess, but it was definitely worth it in the end.

If Marguerite had gone to bed early and Jack didn't feel like going to sleep yet, he'd ask if you felt like fooling around. Your answer was yes most of the time. You didn't get enough of this man to be quite honest. He often ended up with his face buried between your legs, eating you out like he was starving. He almost forgot about his own erection. Some nights he would sleep over in your room and other nights he would wish you sweet dreams before he went back to his and Marguerite's bedroom.

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annegamesandyarns · 19 days ago

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Author's Note: character x reader in the first person pov.

It hadn't always been this way. Cold, empty, lonely and bleak. The weather, bright and sunny, didn't align with the feeling in the house. No...not a house. The mausoleum-like structure stood as a monument to what the family once was. It had been filled with warmth, and life. The sounds of kids could have been heard as the pitter patter of their feet filled the halls. Laughter had echoed throughout each room. But that was then, when family meant something.

I wandered from room to room, remembering and imagining what it had been like. What it could be again. My fingers trailed through the dust and over the stains that time had left on the things that were abandoned here. The curtains were moth-eaten and thread bare, much like the carpets and rugs that lay scattered about. The walls discolored with its papers drooping from the weight of misery, and black mold crawled up them as if it were seeking solace from the sun rays that filtered in from the broken windows. It was like this in every room.

I paused in what had been the living room, where the fireplace sat cold and damp. A critter had tried making a den in it. I looked at the warped clock, as if it could tell me the current time. The ticking had stopped years ago, possibly decades. But I knew that wasn't right. Faded pictures in broken frames laid where they had been left behind. The faces are vague, and barely recogniseable. The man often seen in a uniform of somesort in some of the pictures. A figure stood beside him as if they were in love. The rotten couch sat as it always had, facing a television that no longer lit up with movies or shows.

Everything replayed for me as to how this home became an abandoned crypt.

The neighborhood had been an upscale suburban hellscape. The neighbors were insufferably pretentious with their HOA rules and regulations reigning like a tyrant over everything. Not a blade of grass out of place, everything relatively the same. It was always...sunny. I hated the sun. I hated the neighborhood. I hated the sameness everywhere I looked. But it was a...well, mostly a quiet neighborhood. The kids had a safe place to play, with a park nearby filled with the kids from the area. The school district was good, a bit elite for my taste. However, I was reassured that it was a good opportunity for Spencer, Daisy, Leslie and Cooper. With John and I expecting another bundle of chaos, their daycare services were something I looked forward to.

The house itself was situated on a corner of the block we were on with six bedrooms, three bathrooms, an office, attic, basement, kitchen, and a living room. The front yard was large but tidy with the expected so-called 'curb appeal'. Rose bushes lined the walkway up to the house, as peonies, and other flowers and bushes I never bothered to learn about, took up space around the trees and garden beds that sat against the house and fences. The back yard had been sprawling, or at least it felt like it. The back door opened up to a covered patio that had an outdoor kitchen for entertaining. A fenced in pool sat near the back fence, creating space for entertaining in the middle for lawn games or whatever we wanted.

Despite the suffocating atmosphere of the community, this was home. At least the closest thing that ever felt like home for the kids. With John's work, we were constantly on the move. He promised this was the last time if he could help it, even though it never really mattered to me. As long as we were together, I would always be home. They were my home.

It was sunny that day, much like today. As it was everyday in this place. Always sunny. It was muggy, and the kids were off with their friends. I was home alone, and just finished talking on the phone to the woman who was carrying the baby we were adopting. She wasn't feeling well due to the heat, and I invited her over to relax in the pool and cool off. I promised to make slushies and smoothies for us to indulge in while we spent the time together. John was on his way to pick her up, so she wouldn't have to drive.

I didn't hear the engine of a car pulling up. I didn't see the men sneaking around the outside of the house. I was blissfully unaware until the sound of gunfire ripped through the silence. Bullets pierced through everything as glass shattered and fell to the ground. I remembered brief white hot pain as I fell to the ground, then numb nothingness. I was surrounded by warmth as I began to shiver. I stared at the ceiling as I wondered how I was going to get the blood stains out of the carpet. Several men and a couple of women stood over me briefly, but they left before the sirens could even be heard.

I don't remember much after that. But isn't that how trauma works? You remember some things, but not everything. Or you remember things not quite how it happened? I was certain though of what had happened prior to the incident. I could still see the stain in the carpet years later. I could hear voices drift in through the front of the house. I couldn't see them, but I could hear John and the kids. I could even hear a baby cooing as John talked to another person. Maybe it was a neighbor complaining about the state of the house.

I found myself in the basement, not wanting to linger for much longer near the front of the house. No one was supposed to be in here afterall. I found myself stuck, half way through a disintegrating box. I hated how that happened sometimes. I peered into it at the fuzzy contents. I was stuck. Half way through a disentegrating box. I looked around as I felt my breathing pick up and sweat began to bead along my skin. This wasn't right. I couldn't be dead. No! I survived. I could have sworn I did....didn't I? How was this possible?

"Mr. Price, I-"

"CAPTAIN, not mister. It's Captain Price. To you." John's stern and gruff voice floated down to me. A faint beeping could be heard. "Look, their heart rate and breathing changed. That has to mean something. They wer fighting the ventilator and is breathing on their own. I am not pulling the plug. My partner is improving!" His anger and frustration was palpable.

I couldn't remove my foot from the box. I couldn't shout, or call out to him in any way. It was like my voice was frozen. I looked up to find something to throw, or break. To somehow get his attention. I was here, in the....I look around as I felt a gentle touch to my face, and I find myself in the living room again. I see the things that once decorated the home. I could've swore I was just in I just walked in here from the kitchen.

"Do not mention anything like that again in front of my kids, or to me. We're not interested!" His voice growled out, barely hiding the fury he was feeling. He sounded much louder, more clear than earlier. Earlier? I shook my head to clear it. Maybe I was spending too much time in this dilapitated house.

I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights. I could hear Leslie's voice, "You're awake!" There was a sudden storm of movement all around me. Doctors and nurses calling out at the same time, my kids crying, an infant crying out in distress. John's voice was drowned out and fading into the mayhem as I was poked, prodded, instructed to do this or that. It was so much all at once. Someone trying to tell me to calm down was the last straw as I tried to scream.

"ENOUGH!" John's voice finally cut through the chaos. He looks at me with a warm look in his eyes. "You need to wake up, Sunshine. C'mon lovie, you can do it."

My eyes flew open as I sat up, panting and drenched in sweat. I look around in confusion. The room was dark, and a gentle breeze blew in through the open windows. A large warm and calloused hand rubbed my back soothingly as I came back from my nightmare within a nightmare. I was in my bedroom, with my husband. Everything was as it should be.

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So, I started Ozempic to help my diabetes. I tolerated the first three 0.25 doses with no problems. Started the 0.50 doses and immediately got severely nauseous, not to the extent of throwing up, but pretty close. Then, after my 3rd 0.5 dose (it’s 1 shot a week, so this was week 6, with the previous 2 weeks of me barely being able to get out of bed), I got violently ill, throwing up, diarrhea, the works. And severe pain in my lower right stomach. ,y husband was convinced it was appendicitis, because I ha d 9 out of 10 of the most common symptoms from google. He finally got in touch with the liver clinic head (we are both idiots who didn’t program the damn emergency number in our phones and couldn’t find the paper in out binder that has it) on a Saturday, which was extremely involved. She told us to call the ambulance and take me to the local hospital instead of Hopkins. We did that, and my vitals met the curriculum for sepsis, so they drove me Priority 1, which is the lights, siren, blowing through intersections, the works. Let me tell you, that is NOT a fun ride, especially when your gut hurts. So many bumps. Anyway, after all the tests and a few hours a local hospital, I was transferred to Hopkins. Again, not a fun ride with a painful gut. All the testing done again, and agreed: Appendicitis. Went into surgery on Sunday (Father’s Day) and the doctor said 1) my appendix was gangrenous and necrotic and 2) the worst appendix he’d ever seen. Awesome. So this was my view for several days of South Baltimore:

Here’s a photo of the most plastic omelet I’ve ever had. Normally the food at Hopkins isn’t too bad, but this was awful. I ate it though.

And here’s a photo of my IV line, that I accidentally ripped out of my hand and bled all over the bathroom floor. I felt terrible for the nurses, but they said it happens all the time. Yikes.

My room (I called it my she-shed, I’ve been in it so much in the past year.

And the gorgeous flowers my daughter gave me:

And this was funny. My diet got changed to regular from liquid only after I’d already ordered my dinner, so the food service gave me both my broth and sodas and my real dinner with more sodas. I ended up taking home like a case worth of Diet Coke, which is worth some $$ in today’s economy. The pyramid gave me and the nurses a good laugh though.

I got discharged 2 days before my daughter’s 18th birthday, and I was determined to make her cake. I ordered all the glitter and fondant and molds in the hospital and we picked them up on our way home from the hospital. I haven’t decorated a cake in years, but it turned out pretty ok.

Even better, she seemed to like it. Confetti cake with vanilla better cream icing.

All in all, an eventful week in the middle of June. 😂

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Understanding the Process and Benefits of Stump Removal for Massachusetts Homeowners

Massachusetts stump removal is an important part of maintaining a safe and attractive yard. After a tree is cut down, the leftover stump can become more than just an eyesore. It can cause problems for landscaping, attract pests, and even pose safety risks. For homeowners in Massachusetts, where the climate and soil conditions can cause stumps to decay unevenly, removing old stumps is often necessary to keep outdoor spaces healthy and usable. Stump removal offers a way to clear land efficiently and prepare it for new planting or construction projects. This article explains how the stump removal process works and why it benefits property owners throughout the state.

What Is Stump Removal and How the Process Works

Stump removal is the complete extraction of a tree stump from the ground, including the roots. It is different from stump grinding, which only removes the visible portion of the stump and leaves the roots in place. The process usually begins with an inspection to determine the size of the stump and the type of tree. Then, equipment like excavators, stump grinders, or hand tools may be used, depending on the size of the stump and how deep the roots run.

In some cases, chemicals or natural methods are used to help soften the stump before removal. Once the stump and roots are removed, the hole is usually filled in with soil or mulch to level the ground. This makes it easier to replant grass, install a garden bed, or lay concrete for a patio or walkway.

Professional tree care companies like Lord's Tree Service LLC often use specialized machinery to speed up the process and make sure the surrounding yard is not damaged. Proper stump removal requires skill and safety precautions, especially in residential areas where underground utilities may be present.

Top Benefits of Stump Removal for Your Yard and Home

There are many advantages to removing old stumps from a yard. One of the biggest benefits is improved safety. Tree stumps can be a tripping hazard, especially for children or elderly residents. Removing them helps create a smoother, safer surface in lawns, gardens, and walkways.

Stump removal also prevents pests such as termites, carpenter ants, and beetles from nesting in decaying wood. These insects can spread to other parts of the property and cause structural damage. In addition, stumps can become a breeding ground for fungi and mold, which may affect nearby plants and trees.

From a landscaping perspective, stump removal improves the appearance of a yard. A clean and open outdoor space increases curb appeal and allows for new planting or construction. Homeowners often choose to remove stumps to make room for flower beds, fences, or outdoor furniture.

Finally, removing stumps helps prevent tree regrowth. Some tree species, such as maples or poplars, can sprout new shoots from the roots, which leads to unwanted growth that is hard to control. Stump removal eliminates this issue by taking out the entire root system.

Why Stump Removal Is Especially Important in Massachusetts

Massachusetts has a unique climate that includes cold winters, humid summers, and a mix of soil types. These conditions can speed up the decay of tree stumps, making them unstable and more likely to attract pests. Wet weather also encourages mold and fungi to grow, especially in shaded or poorly drained areas.

Tree species common in Massachusetts, such as oak, birch, and pine, often have strong root systems that can interfere with underground pipes, sidewalks, and foundations. Removing the entire stump and roots helps protect other structures from long-term damage.

In addition, Massachusetts neighborhoods often have limited yard space. This means homeowners need to make the most of every square foot. Removing stumps opens up space for gardening, children’s play areas, or outdoor living features like patios and decks.

Working with a professional company like Lord's Tree Service LLC ensures that stump removal is done correctly and complies with local regulations. Trained technicians understand the challenges of Massachusetts landscapes and use the right tools to remove stumps safely and completely.

Choosing the Right Stump Removal Service in Massachusetts

Hiring a reliable stump removal service is key to getting the job done efficiently and without causing damage to the property. Homeowners should look for companies that are licensed and insured. This helps protect both the workers and the property during the removal process.

It is also important to ask about the equipment being used, the expected time frame, and whether the company will handle cleanup afterward. A full-service provider should remove all debris, fill in the hole, and leave the area level and ready for use.

Checking customer reviews, asking for estimates, and verifying past experience with similar projects are all good ways to choose the right company. Massachusetts homeowners should also make sure that the service understands local conditions and soil types, which can affect how stumps are removed.

Cost can vary depending on stump size, root depth, and location. A trusted company will provide clear pricing and explain any extra charges in advance.

By working with a professional team that understands the specific needs of the area, Massachusetts homeowners can make their outdoor spaces safer, cleaner, and more useful.

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How Quality Drain Installation Improves Property Value

When homeowners think about increasing property value, they often focus on visible upgrades—fresh paint, new appliances, or landscaping. While those are valuable, there’s another area that plays a significant role in a home's worth but often gets overlooked: drainage systems.

Proper drainage is essential for preserving the foundation, structure, and overall health of your home. Whether you’re renovating or building, investing in high-quality Drain Installation in Bastrop, TX not only improves function but also boosts long-term property value.

Let’s take a closer look at how effective drain systems contribute to home improvement and why working with professional Plumbers in Bastrop, TX is essential.

The Importance of Proper Drain Installation

Drainage systems are more than just pipes—they are the silent protectors of your home. When drains are properly installed, they channel wastewater and excess rainwater away from your home’s foundation, landscaping, and internal plumbing.

Without adequate drainage, homes become vulnerable to a range of issues including:

Water infiltration in basements or crawl spaces

Mold and mildew growth

Cracks in the foundation

Landscape erosion

Bad odors and slow drainage

Professional Drain Installation Bastrop, TX ensures your system is designed to meet local environmental conditions, especially important in areas like Bastrop that face varying weather and heavy rainfall throughout the year.

How Drain Installation Enhances Property Value

1. Protects the Home’s Foundation

The foundation is the structural heart of a home. If water is allowed to pool near the base of your home due to poor drainage, it can gradually wear down the concrete or pier-and-beam foundation. Over time, this can result in cracks, shifting, and structural imbalance.

When you invest in quality Drain Installation Bastrop, TX, you’re ensuring water flows away from the base of your home, helping maintain the integrity of the structure. This preventative step gives peace of mind to homeowners and buyers alike.

2. Prevents Interior and Exterior Damage

Water damage can wreak havoc on walls, floors, ceilings, and paint—especially if it's unnoticed. Slow leaks or pooling water caused by outdated or improperly installed drains can result in visible damage over time. Buyers are often turned off by signs of water damage, even if it’s been repaired.

A professionally installed drainage system reduces the likelihood of these issues. When maintained properly with ongoing Drain Service Bastrop, TX, your home remains clean, dry, and appealing to potential buyers.

3. Improves the Efficiency of Plumbing Systems

Good drainage works hand-in-hand with your overall plumbing system. Blockages and backups in the drainage line can slow down sinks, tubs, and toilets, reducing efficiency and convenience.

Modern Drain Installation in Bastrop, TX ensures that water and waste flow out smoothly, minimizing plumbing strain and improving overall system longevity. This translates to fewer repairs and a more desirable, low-maintenance home for buyers.

4. Boosts Curb Appeal by Protecting Landscaping

Curb appeal plays a massive role in property value. Homeowners invest in landscaping to enhance the aesthetic appeal of their property, but improper drainage can destroy those investments.

Pooling water can erode topsoil, kill grass, and damage flower beds or walkways. Proper drain installation keeps the yard dry and healthy, ensuring that your outdoor features look their best year-round.

Why Local Expertise Matters

Choosing local professionals for Drain Installation Bastrop, TX is crucial for getting the job done right. Every region has its own climate patterns, soil conditions, and building regulations. A local expert understands these variables and uses them to design and implement an effective system.

For instance, Bastrop’s combination of clay-heavy soils and seasonal storms can present challenges for water runoff and soil saturation. Professionals experienced in Drain Service Bastrop, TX know how to manage these factors effectively, installing systems that last through every season.

Additionally, Plumbers Bastrop, TX are familiar with local plumbing codes, ensuring your system is compliant with municipal regulations. That can be a major selling point when you’re listing your home.

When to Consider New Drain Installation

Homeowners may not always know when it’s time to replace or upgrade their drainage system. Here are signs that it might be time to call in the experts:

Water draining slowly in multiple fixtures

Persistent foul odors from drains

Water or dampness around your home’s foundation

Soggy areas in the yard after rainfall

Regular need for drain clearing or maintenance

If you’re experiencing any of these issues, it’s wise to schedule a consultation with a team offering comprehensive Drain Service Bastrop, TX to inspect your system and recommend solutions.

Complementing Systems: Water Pump Installation

Often, homeowners looking to upgrade their drainage systems also benefit from a Water Pump Installation in Bastrop, TX. Pumps are essential in areas where water naturally collects, such as basements or low-elevation yards. A sump pump, for instance, removes water that accumulates in a basin and sends it away from your home.

Integrating a water pump with your new drainage system ensures total control over water management. It adds another layer of protection for your home’s foundation and structural elements.

Working with professionals who handle both Drain Installation Bastrop, TX and Water pump installation Bastrop, TX allows you to address both passive and active water control methods in one comprehensive upgrade.

Avoiding Long-Term Damage Through Proactive Drain Solutions

Drainage issues tend to build up quietly over time. What starts as a small leak or minor clog can gradually turn into structural damage or costly repairs. By proactively investing in quality drain systems, you prevent the compounding of small issues.

Regular inspections and professional maintenance as part of your Drain Service in Bastrop, TX plan can help you identify and resolve potential problems before they escalate. This attention to detail reflects well during home inspections and appraisals, boosting buyer confidence.

The Value in Choosing Licensed Plumbers in Bastrop, TX

Not all plumbing work is created equal. To truly increase your property value, work with licensed, bonded, and insured Plumbers Bastrop, TX who offer:

Custom drainage solutions based on your property’s layout

Knowledge of modern materials and installation methods

Warranty-backed workmanship

Ongoing support and maintenance

A professional plumber doesn’t just install drains—they ensure every part of your plumbing system works in harmony, setting your home up for years of worry-free operation.

Home Inspection Readiness and Buyer Confidence

When your drainage and plumbing systems are in top condition, it shows up on your home inspection report. This can be the tipping point for buyers deciding between two similar homes.

A property with documented Drain Installation Bastrop, TX by licensed professionals gives buyers confidence. It tells them they won’t have to worry about hidden plumbing issues—an attractive feature that can help your home sell faster and at a higher price.

A Long-Term Investment Worth Making

Home improvements that enhance both form and function offer the best return on investment. Drain installation is one such upgrade—it doesn’t just protect your property; it enhances its overall performance.

By working with skilled Plumbers Bastrop, TX, you’re adding a lasting asset to your home that keeps giving year after year. Whether you're planning to live in your home long-term or sell in the near future, proper drainage makes a difference.

And when paired with services like Water pump installation Bastrop, TX and ongoing Drain Service Bastrop, TX, you’re creating a complete system that enhances safety, comfort, and property value.

Final Thoughts

Your home is one of your most valuable assets—and every improvement should support that investment. While it’s easy to focus on surface-level upgrades, don’t underestimate the value of a solid plumbing and drainage system.

Investing in professional Drain Installation Bastrop, TX means protecting your property’s foundation, enhancing your plumbing efficiency, and creating long-term value that prospective buyers will recognize and appreciate.

If you’re ready to future-proof your home, boost its value, and enjoy greater peace of mind, contact trusted Plumbers Bastrop, TX today to discuss your drainage system needs.

#plumbers #drain installation

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Enhance Your Outdoor Space with Professional Landscaping in Faribault, MN

A well-maintained landscape enhances curb appeal and property value. Whether you're updating your garden, installing hardscaping, or improving your lawn, expert landscaping in Faribault, MN can help transform your outdoor space. Investing in professional services ensures a lush, vibrant, and functional yard that meets your aesthetic and practical needs.

Benefits of Landscaping in Faribault, MN

Landscaping offers numerous benefits, from improving air quality to increasing property value. Well-designed landscapes enhance the beauty of your home while providing space for relaxation. Professionals use high-quality materials and expert techniques to ensure durability and sustainability.

Increases Property Value

A well-landscaped property can increase your home’s market value by up to 15%. Potential buyers find homes with appealing outdoor spaces more attractive, making landscaping a smart investment.

Enhances Curb Appeal

A beautifully maintained yard creates a positive first impression. Whether it's a lush green lawn, colorful flowers, or decorative hardscaping, landscaping enhances curb appeal and makes your home stand out.

Improves Outdoor Functionality

Landscaping doesn’t just enhance beauty; it also improves functionality. Patios, walkways, retaining walls, and garden beds create defined spaces, making your yard more enjoyable and easier to maintain.

Essential Landscaping Services in Faribault, MN

Hiring professionals for landscaping in Faribault, MN ensures your outdoor space remains pristine and well-maintained. Here are some essential services to consider:

Lawn Maintenance and Mowing

Regular mowing keeps your grass healthy and visually appealing. Professionals use advanced equipment to maintain optimal grass height and prevent weed growth.

Hardscaping Installations

Stone pathways, patios, and retaining walls enhance both aesthetics and functionality. These features add character to your landscape and provide durable outdoor living spaces.

Garden Design and Planting

Experts select the best plants suited for the local climate, ensuring longevity and easy maintenance. A well-planned garden design enhances biodiversity while creating a visually stunning landscape.

Seasonal Upkeep

Landscaping requires seasonal care, especially during transitions from winter to spring and fall to winter. This upkeep ensures that plants remain healthy throughout the year.

Why Spring Clean-Up Is Crucial for a Healthy Landscape

A thorough spring clean-up is essential for maintaining a thriving yard. As the snow melts and temperatures rise, yards often accumulate debris, leaves, and dead grass. Professional spring clean-up services prepare your landscape for new growth by removing winter damage and promoting healthier plants.

Removes Debris and Thatch

Winter leaves behind dead grass, fallen branches, and other debris. Cleaning up these elements prevents mold growth and enhances soil health.

Prepares Lawn for Growth

A spring clean-up helps your lawn recover from winter dormancy. Aeration, fertilization, and overseeding promote strong root development and lush greenery.

Enhances Plant Health

Pruning and trimming shrubs and trees encourage new growth and prevent diseases. Proper maintenance ensures that plants flourish throughout the season.

How Professional Landscaping Can Save You Time and Effort

Maintaining a beautiful yard requires time, effort, and expertise. Hiring professionals for landscaping in Faribault, MN and spring clean-up saves homeowners valuable time while ensuring top-quality results.

Expertise and Efficiency

Landscaping professionals have the knowledge and tools to complete projects efficiently. Their expertise ensures that your yard remains healthy and attractive without requiring constant attention.

Cost-Effective Maintenance

Investing in professional services reduces long-term maintenance costs. Regular care prevents expensive repairs and replacements caused by neglect or improper maintenance.

Customized Solutions

Every property has unique landscaping needs. Professionals tailor services to match your vision, ensuring a personalized approach that enhances your outdoor space.

Conclusion

A well-maintained landscape enhances the beauty, functionality, and value of your property. Investing in professional landscaping in Faribault, MN ensures that your outdoor space remains vibrant year-round. Additionally, scheduling a spring clean-up prepares your yard for new growth, keeping it lush and healthy. Whether you need lawn care, hardscaping, or seasonal maintenance, professional landscaping services provide the expertise needed to achieve a stunning outdoor environment.

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Finding Quality Pine Straw Supplies in Madison

Pine straw is a versatile and eco-friendly landscaping material that is widely used for mulching, erosion control, and aesthetic appeal. In Madison, homeowners, landscapers, and businesses rely on high-quality Pine Straw Supplies Madison to enhance their outdoor spaces. Finding a reliable supplier ensures that you get fresh, clean, and long-lasting pine straw for your landscaping needs.

One of the key benefits of using pine straw in landscaping is its ability to retain moisture and regulate soil temperature. This makes it an excellent choice for flower beds, gardens, and pathways, helping plants thrive while reducing weed growth. Quality pine straw also provides a natural and visually appealing ground cover that complements a variety of outdoor settings.

When searching for pine straw supplies in Madison, it’s important to consider the freshness and quality of the product. Premium pine straw should be free from excessive debris, weeds, and mold. Many suppliers offer longleaf pine straw, which is preferred for its durability, longer needles, and better coverage. Checking reviews and sourcing from reputable suppliers ensures you get the best value for your investment.

Another factor to consider is the pricing and availability of bulk purchases. Many pine straw suppliers in Madison offer competitive rates for large orders, making it an affordable option for both residential and commercial landscaping projects. Some suppliers even provide delivery services, ensuring convenience and timely access to fresh pine straw without the hassle of transportation.

Customer service and reliability also play an essential role in choosing the right supplier. A trustworthy pine straw supplier should be responsive, knowledgeable, and able to provide recommendations based on your landscaping needs. Some businesses also offer installation services, helping customers achieve professional-looking results with minimal effort.

In conclusion, finding high-quality Wholesale Pine Straw Supplies Madison can significantly enhance your landscape while providing practical benefits such as moisture retention, weed control, and soil protection. By selecting a reputable supplier that offers fresh, clean, and competitively priced pine straw, you can ensure that your outdoor spaces remain beautiful and well-maintained year-round.

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How Deep Cleaning Protects El Paso Homes from Allergens

Living in El Paso, Texas, means dealing with a unique desert climate that can bring allergens like pollen and dust into your home. Deep cleaning helps protect your home by thoroughly removing these allergens, making your living space healthier.

How Deep Cleaning Helps

Deep cleaning goes beyond regular cleaning, targeting areas like behind appliances, under furniture, and inside vents. It removes accumulated dust, pollen, and mold, which are common in El Paso due to wind and the long allergy season. This process can reduce allergic reactions and improve indoor air quality, especially for those with respiratory conditions.

Benefits for El Paso Homes

For El Paso homes, deep cleaning is crucial due to specific allergens like Bermuda grass pollen and mold. It cleans HVAC filters, addresses mold in damp areas, and removes trapped allergens from carpets. Regular deep cleaning can prevent chronic respiratory issues, making it a vital practice for health.

Detailed Analysis of How Deep Cleaning Protects El Paso Homes from Allergens

Maintaining a healthy home is crucial, especially in El Paso, where the desert climate and windy conditions contribute to high levels of allergens. Common allergens in the area include pollen from trees like mulberry, ash, and oak, grass pollen such as Bermuda grass, mold, dust, and pet dander. These allergens can trigger allergic reactions, ranging from sneezing and itchy eyes to more severe respiratory issues like asthma. Deep cleaning offers a comprehensive solution to remove these allergens, protecting the health of residents and improving indoor air quality.

Methodology

The analysis is based on a review of various online resources, including articles and guides on common allergens in El Paso, the benefits of deep cleaning, and the impact of environmental factors on indoor air quality. These sources provided insights into why deep cleaning is particularly important for El Paso homes and how professional services can enhance these efforts.

Understanding Allergens in El Paso

El Paso's climate and geography make it prone to specific allergens, which can significantly affect indoor environments. Based on the research, the following are common allergens in the area:

Pollen: Trees like mulberry, ash, and oak release pollen in the spring, while Bermuda grass pollinates from April to November, contributing to high pollen counts (Pollen count and allergy info for El Paso, TX - The Weather Channel). Ragweed and other grasses also flower into the fall, extending the allergy season.

Mold: Despite the dry climate, mold can grow in damp areas of the home, such as bathrooms, basements, and around windows, especially with any source of water like a leaky roof (What Are the Worst Allergies in West Texas?). Mold spores spread easily indoors, exacerbated by mild weather in West Texas.

Dust: The windy conditions in El Paso carry dust into homes, where it can accumulate on surfaces and in hard-to-reach areas (In El Paso, allergy season lasts almost all year - El Paso Matters).

Pet Dander and Dust Mites: These are common indoor allergens that can be particularly problematic for allergy sufferers, thriving in carpets, upholstery, and bedding.

The city's long allergy season, combined with environmental factors like wind and air pollution, means that allergens can enter homes easily, making regular cleaning essential but not always sufficient.

What is Deep Cleaning?

Deep cleaning is a thorough cleaning process that goes beyond the usual daily or weekly cleaning tasks. It involves cleaning areas that are not typically cleaned regularly, ensuring a comprehensive removal of dirt, dust, and allergens. The key areas targeted in deep cleaning include:

Behind and under furniture

Inside ovens, refrigerators, and other appliances

Vents and ducts

Carpets and upholstery (through deep cleaning or steam cleaning)

Windows, screens, and window sills

Baseboards, crown molding, and other trim

Storage areas, closets, and cabinets

Unlike regular cleaning, which focuses on visible surfaces, deep cleaning addresses hidden and hard-to-reach areas where allergens can accumulate over time. This process is particularly beneficial for El Paso homes, where allergens like dust and pollen can settle in these less accessible spots.

How Deep Cleaning Helps Reduce Allergens

Deep cleaning plays a critical role in protecting El Paso homes from allergens by targeting specific areas and processes that harbor these triggers. Here's how it helps:

Removes Accumulated Dust and Pollen: Dust and pollen can settle in hard-to-reach areas like behind appliances, under furniture, and on ceiling fans. Deep cleaning involves dusting and vacuuming these areas, removing accumulated allergens that can be stirred up and inhaled, reducing the overall allergen load in the home.

Cleans HVAC Systems: Air conditioning and heating systems can trap and circulate allergens throughout the home. Deep cleaning includes cleaning or replacing filters in these systems, which helps improve indoor air quality by preventing the recirculation of dust, pollen, and other particles.

Targets Mold Growth: Mold can grow in damp areas like bathrooms, basements, and around windows, especially in homes with humidity or water damage. Deep cleaning involves inspecting and cleaning these areas, using disinfectants to remove mold and prevent its growth, thereby reducing the risk of allergic reactions.

Cleans Carpets and Upholstery: Carpets and upholstery can trap significant amounts of dust, pollen, pet dander, and dust mites. Deep cleaning of these items, often through steam cleaning or specialized methods, helps remove these trapped allergens, making the home healthier and more comfortable for residents.

Identifies and Addresses Pest Issues: Pests like cockroaches and dust mites can be sources of allergens, contributing to indoor air quality problems. Deep cleaning can help identify signs of pests, such as droppings or nests, and address these issues, reducing the allergen load in the home.

An interesting aspect is how deep cleaning can also help in maintaining the structural integrity of the home by preventing mold-related damage, which is particularly relevant in El Paso where occasional humidity can lead to such issues, even in a predominantly dry climate.

Benefits of Regular Deep Cleaning

Regular deep cleaning offers several benefits for El Paso homes, particularly in the context of allergen protection:

Reduced Allergic Reactions: By minimizing the presence of allergens like pollen, mold, and dust, deep cleaning can help reduce symptoms such as sneezing, itchy eyes, and nasal congestion, improving the quality of life for allergy sufferers.

Improved Air Quality: Cleaner homes have better indoor air quality, which is crucial for overall health, especially for those with respiratory conditions like asthma. This is supported by research indicating that indoor air quality directly impacts respiratory health (In El Paso, allergy season lasts almost all year - El Paso Matters).

Long-term Health Benefits: Regular deep cleaning can help prevent the development of chronic respiratory issues caused by prolonged exposure to allergens, such as airway scarring from chronic inflammation, as noted in the same source.

Additional Tips for Minimizing Allergens

While deep cleaning is crucial, there are also steps El Paso residents can take between deep cleaning sessions to minimize the presence of allergens in their homes:

Keep Windows Closed During Peak Pollen Times: In El Paso, pollen counts are highest in the morning and early afternoon. Keeping windows closed during these times can help prevent pollen from entering your home, as suggested by Pollen count and allergy info for El paso, TX - The Weather Channel.

Use HEPA Filters: High-Efficiency Particulate Air (HEPA) filters can trap small particles, including pollen and dust, improving indoor air quality and reducing allergen exposure.

Regularly Wash Bedding and Curtains: Wash sheets, pillowcases, and blankets frequently to remove dust and allergens. Curtains should also be washed or vacuumed regularly to prevent allergen accumulation.

Remove Shoes at the Door: Shoes can track in dust and pollen from outside. Encouraging family members to remove their shoes before entering the home can reduce the amount of allergens brought inside, as noted in 3 Ways to Combat Allergens in Your El Paso Home.

Maintain Humidity Levels: Mold thrives in humid environments. Using a dehumidifier can help keep humidity levels low, preventing mold growth and reducing allergen risks.

By combining regular deep cleaning with these daily habits, residents can create a healthier and more comfortable living environment in their El Paso homes.

Table: Comparison of Regular Cleaning vs. Deep Cleaning for Allergen Removal

Aspect Regular Cleaning Deep Cleaning

Frequency Daily or weekly Monthly or as needed

Areas Covered Visible surfaces, floors, counters Hard-to-reach areas, vents, carpets

Allergen Removal Limited, surface-level Comprehensive, removes accumulated allergens

Time Commitment Short, 15-30 minutes daily Longer, 2-4 hours or more

Professional Help Often DIY Often requires professional services

This table illustrates the advantages of deep cleaning for thorough allergen removal, particularly for El Paso homes where allergens are prevalent.

Deep cleaning is an essential strategy for protecting El Paso homes from allergens, addressing the city's unique environmental challenges like high pollen counts, dust, and mold. By removing accumulated allergens from hard-to-reach areas, cleaning HVAC systems, and targeting mold growth, deep cleaning can significantly improve indoor air quality and reduce allergic reactions. For those seeking professional assistance, options like deep cleaning service el paso are available to ensure a thorough and effective clean. To find el paso deep cleaning services, visit Rico’s Cleaning Solution LLC for more information and to book a service that suits your needs.

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