(This is another blurb. I got a request for C-137 fluff from @the-slightly-depressed-oatmeal. I can’t write like, super duper fluff with my science grandpa cause dude is tooooo cranky but I can get down on some light fluff. So enjoy.)
“Y-ya know, if you wanted cookies I could - I could have just bought some.”
Rick watched as you pulled another batch from the oven. Golden brown and dotted with chocolate chips, you transferred the fresh confection to a footed wire rack on the counter. The sweet smell permeated your apartment, comforting you, reminding you of childhood and sneaking candy from the jar in your grandmother’s living room.
Spooning out fresh dough onto a clean baking sheet, you slid it into the oven and set the timer.
“Sometimes, Rick, it’s just nice to do things the hard way. Would you like one?”
He took the offered cookie and inspected it before nibbling at one edge. Chewing, he paused a moment, before proceeding to stuff the entire thing into his mouth.
He held out his hand.
It came out sounding like “Mmmrr” but you understood him just the same, and so you passed over two additional cookies, thinking it would be sufficient.
They were gone in three bites, his hand out once again.
You had to laugh at him.
“Sorry, you’ll have to wait for the others to cool.”
And so this was how your afternoon went. The two of you in your kitchen, the smell of the cookies, the routine of preparing a batch and waiting for it to bake. You chatted about nothing and everything, the conversation flowing between you with ease, unencumbered by the stress of an adventure or the delirious heat of sex.
At one point, you had to marvel at how much the man could eat.
“How the hell are you so skinny? I swear you’ve put away at least a dozen of these things so far.”
But Rick just shrugged and said “Alcoholic” before shoving another into his mouth.
When the bowl was washed clean and the oven turned off, you sat at your tiny table with Rick, finally getting a chance to savor the fruits of your labor.
You took a bite and moaned, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect.
“Wow these came out good.”
Rick just smiled, his fingers making small circles on the back of your hand.
He grunted, eyes downcast as if studying your skin.
How do I move on? It's been a year and it's killing me.
Court yourself. Take yourself to the movies, out to dinner, to that event you always wanted to attend that they’d never go to. Start being comfortable being alone. Like yourself. The way you laugh, the awful smell of your breath in the morning, the quirky way you insist on placing your toothbrush back in the exact same spot at night. Then love yourself. The place where your thighs meet your hips, the secret delight you have in sleeping naked and clean against the sheets, the dreams you kept secret behind your ribs. It’ll pass. It all does.
So something shitty happened! Or has been happening! For a long time! Maybe you’ve had enough or your situation or made a bad decision. Whatever the case, new beginnings are needed or wanted. Never fear my friends, introducing the big ass cleanse routine.
This “routine” is a detailed list of ways to cleanse your life and soul. Complete all or some of these tasks over whatever period of time you need. -Freya🌹
🔥Clean your room. Dust and purge.
🔥Clean up your diet. Don’t eat anything processed/junk food for as long as you feel necessary. (Try to stick to plant based meals if you can)
🔥Delete old texts
🔥Clean up your social media
🔥Clean your sheets and clothes
🔥Throw out or consolidate old bottles of lotion, perfume, ect.
🔥If you have a carpet, pour a mix of herbs and vacuum.
🔥Take a shower or bath and use a scrub to gently get rid of old dead skin. (I use a home made Sugar, Honey, and Rosemary mix)
🔥Cleanse your skin very well and treat yourself.
🔥Take out the garbage
🔥Cleanse or charge one or more crystals if you can
🔥Make sure your home is full of scents you enjoy. Light a candle or two.
🔥Change out your pillowcases
🔥Move things around, furniture, items, plants, whatever.
🔥If your alter is messy, organize it.
🔥Make a new playlist and delete old ones you no longer listen to.
🔥Be as kind as you can to others throughout the cleanse.
🔥Throw out old candles that are almost finished, or burn them until they are done.
🔥Clean up your herb supply
🔥Donate old books or materials
🔥Donate old clothes
🔥Wash your shoes
🔥If you have drinkable moon water, take a few sips (at least).
🔥Make a sigil inspired by your name and burn it.
🔥Learn something and teach something
🔥If you can, run around in the rain.
🔥Cut your nails
🔥Clean pieces of jewelry that you wear often
🔥Throw or reuse old pill bottles (sometimes i put crystal in mine or paint them)
🔥Begin the process of renewing good relationships and removing yourself from bad ones.
🔥Carefully clean your crystals
Delete unnecessary files on all your devices.
🔥If a favorite tree or bush could use trimming, help provoke new growth by clipping off dead branches.
🔥BLOCK!* TOXIC 1! PEOPLE!!11 :)
🔥Burn shit. Just burn it. Write all the shit down on a piece of paper and safely burn the shit out of it.
🔥If you can’t burn the shit, rip the fuckers up into tiny little pieces
lonely is not the right word anymore. maybe what i’m talking about is quiet. sitting in my own space and letting my mind be curious again. i fill my time now with beautiful books and poetry. i fill the bath tub up and wash away my sins and the sins of old lovers. i’m becoming clean again. my freshly washed sheets only smelling like me. this is what okay feels like, this is what i have needed.
Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.
Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.
Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.
And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.
Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.
“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.
Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.
The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.
Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”
Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”
Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”
“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”
Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.
Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.
“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”
“What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”
“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”
Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.
“Water.” Derek growls.
“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.
“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”
Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”
Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.
“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”
Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”
“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.
“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”
“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”
Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”
“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.
Idfk my dudes, i’ve reached the point of no return :”)
I never thought i’d make a sergal oc but here we are, i blame my pal Sudsy and nostalgia lmao I used @lingrimmart‘s tiny sergal freeline for the original design and then added some sketches on the right to spice up the ref uvu
Sergals are actually p cool :0c one of my first ocs was a sergal!
🌹Light candles, plant seeds, share a roast ham with loved ones, bake banana bread, finish spring cleaning, lay tumbled stones in your garden bed, take deep breaths [inhale new energy & exhale old energies], wear spring colours whites & florals, collect wildflowers or buy flowers that call to you & research what they mean, walk through nature.
🎬Epic, Strange Magic, The Secret Garden, Spiderwick, A Bugs Life, Barbie Fairies.