#i cleaned his hammock and he was giving his approval

[sarahtoninsmile]

The smallest, nay, the Littlest of Guys

[a-hazbin-reader]

it's valentines day tommorrow- what's alastor gonna do for reader?

I totally forgot about Valentine's Day-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a cannibal, Alastor scaring people off

Description: 👆⬆️

Alastor 100% forgets that it's Valentine's Day no matter how hard everyone tries to remind him

He can remember everything else important like birthdays, anniversaries, and other key events in your lives

But somehow, he manages to always forget Valentine's Day

He is so fucking smart but somehow so dumb at the same time, Rosie is the one who saves his ass every year

She literally plans it now, inviting him over the day before Valentine's Day

"So Alastor~ How are you going to spend Valentine's Day with Y/N tomorrow~?"

"How kind of you to ask-What was that now?"

"You forgot again. Didn't you."

Long awkward sip of tea

"You hopeless man, here's what you need to do..."

If it were anyone else then Alastor would be fucked but luckily he's tHe RaDiO dEmOn so he's able to scramble together something impressive

You'll never know he forgot

You wake up to your favorite flowers in your bed and all over the hotel, Niffty having a breakdown because she can't clean them up

Not Alastor standing in the kitchen with an apron on, cooking breakfast for the two of you

Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do~

He won't accept any gifts from you until he's finished giving you the Valentine's Day you deserve

Mostly out of guilt over forgetting tho

After the most delicious breakfast you've had in awhile, he invites you out for a walk

He's shamelessly checking you out the entire morning, visibly approving of your outfit for the day

He takes you to one of the most beautiful and lush places in the pride ring that he can find, adoring the amazed look on your face

You almost feel like the two of you are a normal couple enjoying the day together, not two sinners in hell who are walking through faux earth scenery

If there's anybody else around then he scares them away so that you two can be alone and unbothered

Keeps an arm wrapped around you the entire walk, resting his head on yours because if he looks at you then he'll lose his mind

You just look so fucking cute rn

While it might just seem like a romantic walk, it's all a ruse to get you to a planetarium

Again, there's nobody there because Alastor wants privacy with his S/O

Because there's nobody there, Alastor took the liberty of decorating it in romantic lighting and getting more comfortable seating for the two of you

Seating might be the wrong word

The two of you end up snuggled together in a hammock, gazing up at stars that used to be familiar to you both

If you can name the stars and constellations then Alastor will happily listen while pulling you to his chest

Maybe you two feed each other snacks

"No, I'm not feeding you a finger, I love you, but I'm not touching that."

"You love me? How embarrassing that must be for you~"

"Still not feeding you that."

"Maybe I should eat you instead~"

KEEP IT PG YOU TWO

If you fall asleep then maybe he'll smooch your face a little bit until you wake back up

Maybe you're only pretending to be asleep

But the gifts don't stop there!

When you two leave, he takes you to the radio tower for a romantic dinner, and that shit is CANDLELIT

🕯 🍝 🕯

It is legitimately a lady and the tramp style dinner date with him doting on you the entire time

He's been a suave gentleman the entire day so far, doing everything he can to make you blush and swoon

But when you finally get the chance to give him your Valentine's Day gift, no matter what it is, he's genuinely flustered

Stares at it while blushing in silence for what feels like the longest time

"You got me this..? For me?"

"Who else would it be for?"

Not his tail wagging

Once he composes himself then he invites you to slow dance with him, holding you inappropriately close to him

Good thing you two are alone

Alastor is a fantastic dancer and a handsome man so that alone is enough to make you flustered

But slow dancing with him while he stares at you with that rare soft expression, with love in his eyes???

You're just a blushing puddle in his arms which is totally what he's going for, cooing at you sweetly

And he only makes it worse once he starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear throughout the entire dance, confessing everything he loves about you

Alastor legitimately has his breath taken away when he looks at your face afterward

You look so grateful for all that he's done for you today, but he still feels guilty for forgetting in the first place

When he thinks of your gift then he only feels worse, cupping your cheek gently

"Y/N...I have something to confess to you..."

"This is all last minute because you forgot about Valentine's Day?"

*shocked Pikachu face*

"...how did you know? Did Rosie tell you?"

"Alastor...darling...baby..."

Not your hand pulling on his cheek before giving it a few condescending pats

"You forget every year~"

Oh yeah

"But you always make it the perfect day~"

Brags about what you said to him the next day with Rosie, not at all noticing how done she looks with him

Hnnnng!! I love this man

[smoothielenny]

I’ll do it

Ao’nung x Omatikaya!Fem!Avatar!reader

Summary: You left the cleaning to Ao’nung and he accidentally discovered your secret box.

Warning: heavy smut, characters are aged up(Ao’nung-27, Y/n-26), sex in human body

Note: pretend you don’t need the mask and breathe the same air.

Last warning: Heavy Smut, Don’t read if you can’t handle it.

Few years since you moved to Awa’atlu helping out the Metkayina after the battle, you found yourself being annoyed by the Chief’s son. Constantly bickering towards each other whether your out of your avatar body or in your avatar body. Since it his first time seeing a human of course he won’t miss the chance to taunt you and apparently only you. Eventually you both grew feelings towards another and it did bother the Tsahik knowing her son has a liking to a demon, but as far as she have seen, you were the opposite of what she think humans are, kind , loving, and caring . Also a doctor, though she can’t teach you (mostly your human form) about healing as a tsahik—in human form, at least you know some thing about medicine. And she then approved both of you.

Now you both are mated before Eywa and leading the clan after Tonowari’s retirement. Both of you living your lives not leaving each others side unless if necessary. Being with Ao’nung when he receives his tattoo, being with him when hunting, picking ingredients for medicine, dates, flying with tsurak, etc. Both of you love each other’s company.

Lately both of were receiving some questions about when you both will have a child. Though you both are at age of having a children, you weren’t ready to have one yet. Ao’nung seem to be confident being a father, but he never forced you to have a child and he understands that it is your body and your choice.

“Ma’nung, I’ll bring my (avatar) body back at the lab. I’ll come back with my human body for the time being.” You said. You stand up from your place and remove your jewelry off you and placed them in a wooden box.

“Is there something wrong with your body?” He walk closely to checking every part of your body.

You giggled from his touches, “No, It’s just Norm will add something to this body, like an upgrade.” He was confuse, but didn’t ask further.

“Anyway m, I need some help on the cleaning. I haven’t finished some of it so will you finish them while I’m at the lab?” You asked. He nodded and gave you a peck on a cheek.

“Alright, but don’t take too long. You know I won’t last without you near me.” He said whispering the last pat as he give a kiss on both of my hands. You smiled and nodded then left.

He looked at your boxes full of random things and sighed. He first took out some books out of the box. Recently he’s been learning english so he could also talk to the people in the lab—though some already knows how to speak Na’vi, but it doesn’t hurt learning your language.

He opened the book which is full of information about forest plants and its benefits using it for human medicine. Seeing these makes your husband proud, having a wife that is dedicated when it comes to medicine even now, it makes him smile. He continued to open more books and he opens a photo album where you were still in Earth receiving your PhD. It made him giggle seeing how different you look from before, glasses and all making you look like a nerd. He then placed the books on a new shelf that Ao’nung made which you requested.

It’s almost evening and finally done with cleaning your stuff. He plop himself on a hammock relaxing himself. He pout to himself, you still weren’t here and it made him feel lonely.

After a few seconds minutes he stand up. He plans to visit you in lab, he want to hold you now. He’s craving for your hugs and kisses. As he was about to leave he saw a small box laying beside the empty ones. He sighed to himself, he really thought he was done. He walked to it and open the box revealing a—

“Hey Ao’nung, I’m back—“ you saw him holding a vibrator on his hands.

“Oh, yawne. Welcome back. What is this—“ you quickly ran to him and grab the toy from him.

“Uh uhm, nothing. You don’t have to know about it.” You put the vibrator in the box.

“Why not? Is it that bad?” He tilted his head.

You you inhale and exhale slowly and slowly look at him, “it’s uhm a toy…for pleasure.” You whispered the last part. You look down not wanting to meet your husband’s eyes out of embarrassment. You should’ve have stowed it before Ao’nung sees it.

“Hmm…what kind of pleasure?” He asked. You could here that teasing tone from him. You bit your lips, cheeks warming up.

“S-sexual pleasure…” you look away and turn back. You heard him giggled. You could also feel him smirking at you. You felt his warm body getting close to you. He embraced you tightly and kiss your nape. His boy breath tingles your ear.

“How do you use it?” He whispered. Now your body is in full heat. Hearing his voice near your ear is enough to make you wet. He noticed that you weren’t moving at all so he placed you on a mat and pulled out another toy for you to play with.

“C’mon baby, show me.” He licks your ear making you shiver. The dildo he is holding us very tempting. Imagining him watching you while you use it somehow turns you on. You hesitantly grabbed it from him removing your clothes off. You rubbed the tip of the toy on your clit biting your lip from the small pleasure. Your mewls were ringing on Ao’nung’s ear. He couldn’t believe he is seeing his wife this lewd specially in your human form. You both rarely have sex when you’re in your human body and so seeing this was a treat to him.

After some few rubbing, you suddenly squirted from the pleasure. You dropped the toy beside you and relax your body on Ao’nung, “Damn baby, you came so fast from that?” He combed your hair with his fingers. You honestly comes easily and you just wanna end this embarrassing discovery that Ao’nung made. Well the favor wasn’t yours toningt.

“Hmm, what is this, (y/n).” He pulled out a leather leotard and a headband-bunny ears. You were really kinky. Seeing those items on Ao’nung’s hands you could die in embarrassment.

Before you came home, he saw another photo album. He wasn’t expecting his wife used to take a picture of herself naked. Even seeing pictures of you in a very kinky outfit—including the bunny outfit. Obviously he got hard seeing them and has a field day with it.

You refuse to see his face covering your whole frame with your hand. He could see how red you are right now. It was really a mistake leaving your things to him. All you could think is that you are a dumbass.

“It uhm… a bunny costume,” he was confused, “clothes.” You responded. He hummed.

“Will you wear it for me?” “Eh?”

•••

His sly smile made you blush. Seeing you in front of him wearing the lewdest thing, he could thank Eywa a million times. You haven’t worn the outfit for few years so obviously it was a bit tight and your curves are very visible. Though the zipper that uses to close couldn’t do it job from how much you got bigger.

“I think this is the only human invention I approve.” He fondles with your breast, bit your nape and licking it.

“Mmm…’Nung… too much.” You breathed heavily. His hands are big, it like he’s kneading a small dough. He starts rubbing your perky nipples biting his lips, it was tempting, he wants to suck it so bad.

“My baby bunny is adorable~” he cooed. Now that your nipples are red, he starts sucking them, licking, and biting. You covered your mouth refraining yourself to moan louder, but Ao’nung and caught them and cuffed your wrist which surprised you.

“H-how did you get—aah!.” He inserted one finger inside you and rub your g-spot. You kept moaning loudly tear and and drool are coming out because of pleasure. It’s been awhile when you received this type of pleasure from your husband because of your duties as a leader. Just with Ao’nung’s finger is enough to make you cum.

While distracted from the sensation, you felt a vibration inside you. You look down seeing Ao’nung on inserting a vibrating dildo inside you. Your voice became louder, tightening and loosening around the toy.

“Waah! Ma’nung, make it stop—mngh.” Your clit is already swollen from the toy’s vibration.

“But you look cute right now, I can’t miss this chance.” He licks your lips and kisses you. You melt from the kiss.

He finally took the toy off you. You sigh in relief, but then felt Ao’nung’s tongue licking your juices off you. He then unties his loincloth revealing a very hard dick pointing at your pussy. He teases your clit by rubbing his tip with it. You squirm around wanting his dick inside you, but nonetheless your husband didn’t give you want you wanted.

“Be patient, baby.” He put his shaft between your legs and starts thrusting slowly. You could see his dick going up and down from your thighs.

“Ahh~ Ma’nung, fuck me already!” You complained. His grin get wider seeing you so frustrated, oh how he loves to tease you.

“Alright alright baby girl.” He line up his tip to your entrance and slowly put it in. Since your in your human body, you could feel how large he is. With his big dick, he could easily reach your special spot.

You grip hard on his arms feeling euphoric from his movements. Your head is almost emptied only left with how much you feel good at this moment. Saying gibberish words, as your body feels warms from his dick. You kept moaning his name and telling him to be faster and rougher and he did as you said.

“Ao’nung! I’m close!” You yelled. He then went faster with his thrust sucking your nipples. Finally both of you released together. He pulled out his dick releasing the cum inside you.

“W-we should clean up.” You sat up, but you were stopped by Ao’nung pinning you down.

“Who said we’re done?” He gave you a playful smirk. You gulped from his words, it gonna be a long night.

[twistedisciple]

The thing about being a hound is that you have to like digging around in the dirty and undesirable. Clean up the messes. Get elbow-deep in blood. Take up the night shifts no one wants. For Griss, it's always been second-nature to pursue some approving glance, the way a dog salivates for a scrap thrown from the table. He'd gotten caught up in Zephia's dirty work again. She still knew just what kinds of promises to make to get him to turn his tricks, and the last string of orders had had him forsaking daylight to chase a target.

This job was just a side effect. He still had a contract with the monastery to fulfill, and a nocturnal lifestyle afforded little luxury.

Griss yawns and settles his hands into a hammock behind his head as he leans against the cool stone wall. He hadn't seen anyone come or go in what felt like hours, and the corridor behind the massive, multi-locked steel door he stood beside was dead silent, a testament, probably, to its security. He'd occupied his time with the whispered recital of a few prayers, but by the time he starts the third, a triplet of candles in their own shared pool of wax flicker abruptly from their cranny in the wall. The sudden movement catches the corner of his eye and he pauses to listen. Footsteps. Humming. A long shadow appears and skips down the stairwell. Griss sits up. He knows that voice.

A smile curls his lips when the feisty young knight appears right behind her shadow, just like he thought she would. He ends the third prayer louder than the rest: "--and Lord Sombron doth bless thy sufferance."

It's his lucky day.

Or night.

"What a coincidence," he purrs, pushing off the wall with his back, gathering to his full height in pieces. "I'm here to work, same as you. Two hounds back together again, huh?"

He stalks a few paces from his post to intercept her, despite clear instruction not to leave it, and cranes his head down to look her in the eye. He tilts his head, feigns surprise.

"Thought a girl like you would be scared of a place like this though. You a ghost or something?" He levels two fingers at her forehead and gives her a flick. Solid. Not dead. "I remember you bleeding out."

garreg mach prison experiment

recovery: prison guarding

[potatoes-is-are-food]

NEED NSFW HCS FOR DRIDER SHIGARAKI PLWEASE

Haven’t written anything in months but I’ve got a sliver of motivation and this ask really just made my day with the enthusiasm so here ya go <3 I wanted to add some cute stuff too so I did SFW and NSFW

~

Basically, you decided on the worst(read: best) day and time for a hike, having been talked into it by a couple friends and assured the trail wouldn’t be too harsh. When you stopped for a break, you went off into the trees away from the group to pee in a secluded area. The sun was high enough to give plenty of light, but the thick canopy of the forest left you in much darker light than your eyes were used to. You wrapped up your business quickly, nervous in the unfamiliar terrain, only to find that you couldn’t see the trail anymore. And it was steadily growing darker, much faster than a normal sunset.

~

SFW

- Drider Shiggy, much like normal Shiggy, has a very “I see it, I want it, it’s mine.” mentality. Only he has even less self control and no one to stop him.

- Naturally, he just used his ability to see perfectly in the dark and watched you stumble around for a while before he came in to “save” you.

- At first he just watches you. The way you stare up at him with big, terrified eyes and your shaking hands as you reach out to gingerly touch him the first time.

- You don’t speak the same language, but he knows just enough human words and behaviors to decipher important things. “yes,” “no,” crying, smiling, laughing, and a few others.

- Obviously, you eventually come to terms with the fact you’ll never be able to get away and you do kinda like him, so you accept it.

- He’s completely feral, but mostly he’s like a cute, exo-skeletoned cat. But over two feet taller than you and strong enough to rip you in half without exerting much effort.

- Extremely demanding. You will be forced to drop what you’re doing and snuggle him or do whatever else he wants at any given moment.

- He’s never had a mate before (female drider are dominant and it kinda scares him a little and he absolutely will never admit that) so he’s ecstatic to have someone, even if it’s hard to communicate at first.

- Every time he brings back stuff he’s’ killed for you he gets really chirpy and excited when you approve. He does not and will not ever understand why you’d burn it over fire before eating but he also can’t imagine you sucking all the blood out like he does, so he won’t judge.

- At night he sleeps on his back, the more spiderlike portion of his body curls up so he’s flat against the bed (a hammock made of silks) and he’ll have you lay on top of him, preferably straddling him for easy access in the morning.

- Sometimes he finds little presents to bring you. A fair amount of the time it’s a forgotten water bottle or some other garbage, but he just looks so happy and eager to please you can’t reject it. Occasionally he’ll bring you jewelry or a beautiful stone, though.

- His hair is long and he doesn’t take care of it, but if you sit behind him and tend to it and braid it for him it’ll be really silky and soft. He purrs a little at the contact and gentle attention, but if you try to call him on it he’ll pout and insist he doesn’t make such sounds.

- He’s not the best at actually making stuff with his silk, but he’ll give you as much as you want if you wanna make clothes or jewelry or anything else. And if he sees you making a lot of certain things, he’ll try to do it too and give it to you.

NSFW

- Drider don’t really go into heat or anything, but in the spring he gets excited a little more easily and any time he can smell your arousal it’ll send him into a frenzy. It’s not helped by the fact he touches you all the time, even just on the face or shoulder, but the contact sends shivers across your skin.

- The second you give him the green light to start having sex, be prepared to not walk much or leave the nest at all for weeks. He’ll pound you for hours, overstimulating himself until he’s sobbing but continuing anyway.

- He’ll still want to do it often after the initial haze, but he does calm down a lot. He gets overexcited most of the time, purring and drooling and filling you up over and over.

- He can and will use his webs to keep you still and tie you up into neat positions, vulnerably hanging like a ripe piece of fruit for him to devour.

- He’s overprotective, and if any of his drider friends come around and get too friendly he’s not above fucking you in front of them to prove a point.

- It’s not physically possible, but he will never stop trying to get you pregnant. He’s very convinced that if he fucks you enough eventually you’ll have a clutch of eggs and some little fluffy kids.

- He’ll shove his face between your legs and eat you out until you cry at regular intervals, but the idea of a blowjob is foreign to him until you wrap your lips around his leaking cock the first time. After that, he’ll want it pretty often and he’ll purr really loud if you kiss and lavish affection on it.

- After sex he gets more cuddly than usual and refuses to let you up from his embrace. He’ll lick you clean and if you’re insistent he’ll take you to a stream to actually bathe.

[snuggs-ratcare-official]

Welcome to Snuggs Ratcare Official!

Welcome to Snuggs Ratcare Official!

 An Indigenous-owned, small business dedicated to providing high-quality, affordable products for your small animals!

What is Snuggs Ratcare Official? 

Well, as stated above, we are a small pet care business. Our mission is to provide small pet owners with fun and affordable products that not only you will love but your pets will too. 

What do we sell?

Rat snuggles sell a multitude of products. All of which are handmade with love. Our inventory includes; treats, hammocks, and chews!   

Product descriptions:

Treats

Just like any other pet, rats- and any other rodent- LOVE treats. However, it has been proven difficult to find things that rats can actually eat. We make fun and yummy treats for your small pets! All hand-made and rat tested!

Chews

A fun fact: ALL rodents have teeth called incisors: a pair of teeth in the bottom and top of their mouth that never stop growing! To keep their incisors healthy and appropriately sized, they grind their teeth and chew everything. To help your furry friend you should always supply them with lots of things to chew on! That’s where we come in. All our chews are baked to kill germs, made with locally sourced materials, and are never made with harmful woods.   

Hammocks  

Rodents are quite lazy. Most love to lay around all day and play at night. Why not provide them with comfy places to do so?  We hand make hammocks of all sizes for your pets. All materials are washed before being used to ensure they are clean and won’t shrink. We make more than just flats so there is plenty to choose from and if nothing catches your eyes? Shoot us a dm and we will make customs!  

[Alt tag: Two photos of a singular rat hammock. The first one shows the top of the hammock from a birds-eye view. It is brown with black, green, and orange lizards as well as some white and orange flowers scattered around.  The second photo is of the bottom of the hammock which is green. Both photos have a soft white background.]

Why make a small business dedicated to pet rodents? 

Why? Why dedicate your free time to making products for an industry that is so small? Why not try a different route? Resin art is quite popular at the moment, surely that would make you more profit. Trust us, we know. The truth is we don’t really care about making a profit. What we care about is much more important than a few coins. We care about you and your pets. As small pet owners, we know the struggle of providing fun and exciting things for your pets. We have been the ones searching all night for just the right thing, only to come out empty-handed. We love our rodents and want to share that with the world. Here, at Snuggs, we want to give back to the community that has been there for us when we needed it.  We want to say thank you. That’s why we have chosen to open a small business dedicated to your rodents, and we promise, We are dedicated.

So, where do you get your fabrics? 

As we said before, we love and care for your pets. However, we also care about the environment. Did you know that 5% of all landfills are filled with clothing and fabric that could have been repurposed? “Globally we produce 13 million tons of textile waste each year 95% of which could be reused or recycled.” With that being said, we want to do our part in keeping Mother Earth clean. We only use recycled fabrics that we get from donations and thrift stores. All products are cleaned as soon as they are brought into our house to ensure that there is no dirty bacteria on them. We still suggest that you clean everything you get just in case.

Meet the team!

Our team consists of two rats and a very proud rat father. 

The boys 

No, not the Backstreet Boys, the Snuggs Boys. Who, in our opinion, are way better. 

First, we have Toby. Toby is my heart rat and he’s just the sweetest. He loves his snuggles, crawling right into your shirt to fall asleep in your warmth. He will take anything you have in your pockets because everything belongs to him. He will try to clean your mouth so keep your lips closed, he’s not a toad, he will not turn into a prince no matter how many times you kiss him. 

[Alt tag: photo of a small blond rat with big brown eyes and pink ears parched on the end of a cage level sticking his pink nose downwards.] 

And now we have Vinny. Vinny is 100% sure that he owns the place. He is super shy but gets sad if you don’t give him attention. Although Both Toby and Vinny are runts, Vinny refuses to accept that. Because Vinny has horrible eyesight he sometimes mistakes for fingers for treats. He doesn’t mean any hard, just very very blind.  

[Alt tag: picture of a small albino creamsicle rat looking up while sitting in a striped blanket.] 

And now there’s me, the dad of the two handsome boys and this lovely business. My name is Andrew, I’m 18 and I use he/him pronouns. I have always loved animals and one day I hope to own a farm with my husband. My boys are my everything. I love them with my whole heart and would do anything for them. I truly do care for everyone and their pets which is why I’m here today. I’m a child at heart and a punk at soul. I’m the human embodiment of a rat; food motivated and extremely cuddly.

[Alt tag; A photo of a pale indigenous male with big 70s glasses, dark green hair and neon green bangs cut into a shag.]

So, welcome to our small family!

We hope you will join us as we grow and as we work hard to bring joy to you and your family. 

Suggestions and questions are welcome!

Follow us on all socials!

Instagram

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Esty

 And don’t forget to pick up your own products from our shop!

Thank you!

And always remember all our products are Rat tested, parent approved! 

[Alt tag: Photo of the Snuggs logo. A muted green square with a muted blue border and a white empty square in the middle of the green one. A black outline of a rat sits above the word Snuggs with the slogan “Rat tested, Parent approved” written underneath.]

All photos belong to me.

[riotfuckery]

Shattered hearts and clean shirts pt 2

Sero Hanta x F!reader

A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf here with shattered hearts and clean shirts pt2! It’s all fluff this time with some tones of flirting so please enjoy!

Taglist: @thedreadthread @queensynderella @trafalgar-temptress @kingtamakimurder thank you for all the love and support senpais 💖🥺💖

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It’s been a few months since things ended with Bakugo. The sharp pain in your heart now down to a rush of anger whenever you were near him. The squad (formerly known as the bakusquad) was still there for you. Always being their friendly and cheerful selves while comforting or calming you down when it was needed. The grinning boy being the main reason you didn’t go ballistic on the blonde during class at the regular rude comments he yelled.

All the stages of grief went through normally but you were still stuck on anger. You pulled yourself together after getting played by the blonde toilet brush with a bad attitude. Including going to train more, eating healthier, and healing your heart with the help of your lovely friends. You could rely on Sero the most when it came to emotional stuff.

‘HOW DARE HE PLAY ME LIKE THAT? LIKE I WAS SOME STUPID PRIZE TO BE WON. I AM A PERSON GODDAMNIT. I AM A PERSON WORTHY OF LOVE AND CARE LIKE MOST GOOD PEOPLE. I HOPE HE ROTS!’ you angrily yelled in your head as you took out your frustration on a training dummy.

Letting out all of today’s anger out on the dummy with the last slice of your blade like thorn, you sliced it so hard at the neck that you decapitated it. ‘Oh shit, went a little too hard I guess.’ You thought with a shrug while breathing heavily from your workout.

“WOAH! THAT WAS SO MANLY (Y/N)! YOURE SO STRONG!” Kirishima exclaimed loudly from the other side of the room where he had his own training dummy. He was your workout buddy now, everyday you met him at a small gym down the street from the school to hone your skills and practice your hand to hand combat. You smiled at him brightly and gave him a loud “THANK YOU KIRI, BUT I CAN’T COMPARE TO THE MANLIEST MAN IN THE WORLD!” You shot back at him.

He blushed at the compliment, stopping his own workout to catch his breath. He shyly put a hand to his neck for a moment before walking over to where you were. His eyes widening at the damage you caused and sweat dropping.

He lowly whistled before he spoke. “Woah, that’s a lotta damage. You really tore into that thing like a wild animal. But that was super manly (y/n)!” Kiri commented excitedly as he did his signature red riot pose to emphasize on the manliness. The sweat on your skin started to become sticky and you wanted nothing more to take a shower.

“That’s the 3rd one this week, I’m broke from how many dummies I beheaded!” You moped dramatically. “Hey, at least you’re getting super strong!” Kirishima replied with a smile and a pat on your shoulder. You smiled at the statement. After training for another 30 mins, you and Kiri packed up your stuff and headed to the dorms.

The walk home with Kiri was always filled with laughs and smiles. He was such a nice boy that you couldn’t help the happiness that filled your heart. The two of you arrived at the door and keyed yourselves in. You both were walking through the common room when you heard Sero speak up.

“Hey gym rats, how was training?” He jested with his signature smile. You rolled your eyes at the nickname but smiled nonetheless. You each had your thing with the squad. Kiri had training, Sero had study sessions and movies, Mina had a few days of the week allotted for girl time and gossip, and Kami would just join in whatever he felt like. Some days it was study sessions, other days ‘girl time’ but very rarely training. (Damnit Denki, you could be the next ZEUS if you put enough work into it bby!)

“It was good, decapitated another dummy today, ya know the usual. I’m gonna take a shower and then we can study yeah? ” You spoke nonchalantly while walking towards your room. You took a glance at Sero who gave you a bright smile and a loud “Yeah”.

You set your stuff down and grabbed a change of comfy clothes to wear after your shower. Pulling out a random shirt and a pair of (f/c) sleep shorts. You folded them nicely before grabbing your shower basket and towel. On your way down the hall to the girls showers, you realized it was the shirt you accidentally stole from Sero. Your face heated up intensely as you tried to shake it away.

You developed a crush on the dark haired boy during those months of healing. The first few weeks, you tried to isolate yourself from everyone. Keyword: TRIED. Sero wouldn’t let you though. He always seemed to find you and he always seemed to soothe the ache in your heart.

The reassuring words spoke softly to you during lunch on the rooftop of the school and the comforting little touches he would give made the small spark of comfort turn into a small flame. That little flame he unknowingly added to until it became a full fire coursing in your veins. The thoughts about your crush continued even while you were showering.

‘He’s so kind, patient, and smart. Plus he just smells so GOOD! He’s cute and gentlemanly while still being fun and exciting. Heavenly beings only knows we have enough excitement in our group so I’m thankful he’s so chill and rational. He’s like the balance between everyone. I don’t see why he doesn’t see himself as special! He’s the most special out of all of us! He’s got a useful quirk (not that it matters) and a good heart! Plus he’s handsome! What more could you want in a guy?” The monologe continued in your head while you scrubbed away all of today’s dirt.

You soon finished, your body and hair now smelling like (f/s) and being squeaky clean. You stepped out of the cubicle (?) and wrapped your towel around yourself. Humming a random tune as you got dressed and brushed your hair, putting in all the usual products. Exiting the girls shower and making your way up to your room. You did your skin routine before swiping on your deodorant and spraying a bit of perfume after blow drying your hair.

Taking a good look in the mirror you have on your door, you gave yourself a smile and a approving nod before grabbing your bag and heading to Sero’s room. Nervousness was setting in as you neared his dorm.

‘You were wearing HIS shirt to your weekly study sessions! Did you want him to notice? Is it too late to go back and change? Oh god why didn’t you think about this earlier! Why did your stupid butt only remember this after you did everything?!?!?’ The little voice in your head scolded.

You knocked on the door three times, the nervousness weighing on you like a heavy blanket. Taking a deep breath, you tried to clear your mind of any nervousness and worry while putting on a small smile to keep up appearances. The door opened to a brightly smiling Sero, which made you internally scream.

‘Oh god that smile! I’m already nervous about wearing your shirt around you and then you have to greet me so happily I feel like I’m going to have a SEIZURE!’ The same voice in your head was screeching.

“Hey Sunflower! You ready to study?” He asked happily. You could only manage to give a nod while you felt your face heat up. ‘God why does his voice sound so good’ you whined internally.

He stepped aside to let you walk through the door and left your slippers next to his at the entrance. You made your way to his hammock and set your bag down beside it while you made yourself comfy in the oversized sling. He went and pulled out all his materials before making himself comfy next to you.

You studied like you would normally with him, taking notes and him asking you questions. Always answering them with a smile and explaining them thoroughly. He was surprisingly smart, but he just needed it explained differently than teachers and textbooks showed. That was another thing you loved about him.

The nervousness you felt was gone by the end of your study session, mostly thanks to his jokes, memes, and overdramatic whines of why math was needed to be a hero. He made you laugh so easily, the thought popped up that he might have a second quirk. Another thing you added to the list of why you had a crush on the dark haired boy.

“You did great today Sero, lets pack up and then we can watch whatever movie you want!” You happily said as you gave him a pat on the head, a habit you picked up from All Might. ‘His hair is so SOFT! I don’t regret doing it but I know I’m gonna think about playing with his hair all the time now’ you scolded yourself.

“Sure thing Sunflower! How does a bad horror movie sound? We can roast the hell out of those dumb teens......” his tone turned from his normal excited friendly to silence accompanied by a contented sigh leaving his lips. He felt like he was in heaven. Your smooth voice humming a sweet song he didn’t know just added to his fantasy. Your hands were so soft and felt so good, that his body melted as his dark eyes fluttered close.

Your hand was now playing with his hair, focused on feeling it now while you still could. You softly pet his hair, moving your hand down to play with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. The short nails on your hand lightly scratching his scalp on instinct. You hummed a song, “Can’t help falling in love” cover by twenty one pilots. The song subconsciously chosen purely for the fact that you were so in painfully love with him.

You both sat there for a moment, wishing it wouldn’t end. Then your love dazed state was blown away and your actions hit you with like a BUS. You stopped humming and pulled your hand out of his hair as gently as you could while you were panicking. The embarrassment and guilt creeping in your body like a unsuspecting wave.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t ask and my hand just moved on it’s own, I-i...” you waved your arms around wildly, as if trying to make yourself fly away from this painfully awkward situation. The heat on your face climbed up to your ears in embarrassment. You were cut off with a chuckle from none other the man himself.

“It’s fine sunflower! It actually felt like- uhhh really nice.” His normal friendly grin returned also with the addition of a light pink blush on his cheeks as he shyly put a hand to the side of his neck while looking the other way. Your heart that was beating wildly calmed down at the friendly tone but picked back up when he said he liked it.

“O-oh! So it’s okay?” You questioned shyly. You received an equally shy look and nod from Sero in reply and sighed out a breath in relief.

“Go and pick out the movie while I clean up, and then we can watch while I play with your hair. If that’s okay with you?” Your shy tone never leaving as you took another shot at being closer to your crush.

“That’s sounds great! Bad horror movies still good with you?” He asked. You hummed in reply as you cleaned up both of your stuff. The excitement heating up your body as you neatly stacked his books and papers and set them on his desk.

Sero couldn’t tried picking out a movie if his life depended on it right now. His focus only on you as you gracefully moved around to clear the space you were both previously in. His mind drifted back to how you were so warm and inviting, like a freshly dried fluffy blanket on a cold day. How you cute you looked as you wildly flailed around when you apologize, not that you needed to. Plus the adorable blush on your face kissed the tips of your ears.

He shifted back his focus to movies and picked a random one while he put in the DVD player. When he turned back, he saw his floor clear and you laying down on his bed. The red on your face dimmed down to a soft pink that scratched at your cheeks. He made himself comfortable as you watched the start of the movie.

He decided to lay on his side with his hand supporting his head. His pining heart sang in joy because of the closeness and thumping in his ribcage like a overjoyed bird. He wanted to be closer, fuck he needed to be. Alone time with you was rare and he needed to take advantage of it. He summoned all the courage in his body and slung his free arm over your waist, pulling you closer.

You jumped at the sudden contact and then melted into his embrace. Platonic cuddling wasn’t new to you and the squad, always cuddling up with someone while the whole group watched a movie until all of you passed out on the common room couch. This felt different from all those other times. It’s because both of you were ALONE TOGETHER.

The movie playing on the small tv in his room was the farthest thing from your minds right now. The thumping of both your synched heart sand the pink blushes on your face were the only thing on them as you hoped the other couldn’t see it. You were just struggling to breathe normally.

Sero was feeling the same way, his brain tunnel visioned on you. There you were so painfully close to him. The smell of your perfume mixed with the floral scent of your shampoo drove him absolutely insane. He took his position behind you to his advantage, his eyes trailed your body slowly.

His dark eyes started at your plush thighs, they looked so soft and so warm that he had to hold in a groan. The sleep shorts you wore just accentuated your hips and backside, the tight shorts with yellow and white stripes on the side tempted him sinfully. He moved his gaze to where his arm was, slung over your tiny waist.

‘It fit so perfectly, it was almost like you were made for him.’ He thought with dazed sigh. His mind stopped dead in its tracks when he realized you were wearing his shirt. His heart kickboxed in his chest, his subconscious screaming at him to make a move now or get over it.

“Sunflower?” He tried. You gave a hum in reply, not trusting your own voice. He paused for a moment, trying to decide if he should ask you why you were wearing his shirt. He loved you wearing his clothes so he just decided to spit it out. To see if he wasn’t just imagining things in desperation for you.

“Is that my shirt?” He teased, pulling your back closer to his chest. His deep voice was right next to your ear as his breath tickled your neck. He knew what he was doing, the cheshire grin overtaking his handsome features as his eyes twinkled mischievously.

You’ve been caught red handed. The muscles in your body froze as a burning hot blush erupted from your cheeks. The organ in your chest nearly ripped itself out when he pulled you closer and it stuttered when he spoke.

“Y-yeah, it is. I just threw it o-on after taking a shower. I can give your clothes back after I do laundry.” You managed to speak out in your overwhelmed state. He was so close to you and the way his voice dropped had you nervous.

“Keep it sweetheart, it’s looks better on you than it ever did me. Plus you look so cute in it, how could I say no?” His friendly causal tone was back, but the impish grin on his face never left. ‘When did he get so smooth? And sweetheart? He called me cute!!!!’ Your brain scrambled trying to comprehend what just happened.

Something ignited within your spirit. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you thought of a battle plan. ‘Oh he wants to play like that does he??? Aight bet. Let’s see if he could take what he dishes out.’ You smirked at the thought.

You turned so you were facing him. Mustering all the innocence in your being, you pushed your chest against his and craned your neck up so your noses were brushing. Your eyes peeked up at him through your long lashes and a playful grin overtook your face.

“Sweetheart huh?” You teased as you ever so slowly got your plush lips closer to his. You felt his breath hitch before it stopped completely, the rapid beating of his heart thrumming against your chest. His dark eyes were locked on your soft lips and you decided to test his patience by biting your bottom one softly. The strong arm around your waist tensed and you felt his body freeze.

“If I’m so cute and your sweetheart then why haven’t you made a move yet, cellophane~?” You spoke softly before you actually reached his lips. You heard a strangled groan from the back of his throat and smiled playfully before you moved away and back to your original position. An evil smile on your face as you pretended that you didn’t even do anything.

A soft and frustrated “fuck it” came from him and suddenly and you were pinned down on the bed by your wrists. Sero was straddling your hips as he held your wrists down with a tight grip. You looked up at him and saw the bright red blush on his face as he breathed heavily. The shocked and doe eye look you gave him only seemed to make it brighter.

“f-fuck, I’ve liked you for the longest time sunflower so will you be willing to go out on a date with me sometime soon?” His tone and gaze was nervous despite his dominant position over you. He let go of your hands and moved so he was sitting in front of you with his leg folded.

He shrunk a bit under your surprised gaze, but despite his feelings his eyes stayed stayed on yours. You propped yourself up and sat in front of him in the same position. A wide grin and the shine in your eyes ever present as you looked back at him.

“Of course I would love to go out with you Hanta! I’ve liked you for a bit now but was nervous asking you out after that whole ‘situation’.” You grinned brightly, cheeks flush pink and eyes slightly crinkled from how happy you were. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back as you just as brightly.

He tackled you into a hug, the joy in his heart keeping him from being polite with you. The sweet giggles that rang around the room just made his love for you shine brighter than ever. With his face buried in your neck and his arms snaked around your waist, he squeezed you like a teddy bear.

You audibly let out an “awwww’ at the boy. He just so sweet you couldn’t help it. Your hand found it’s way to his hair once again, running your fingers through it and lightly scratching his scalp while the other rubbed his back soothingly.

Both of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and making plans for your date. Laughs and the soft sound of whatever movie playing in the background just made everything feel so warm and comfortable. It felt like all the pieces had come together and placed you with Hanta Sero.

He was feeling just as warm and fuzzy with you. As he cuddled and snuggled you through the night, he couldn’t help the adoring smile plastered on his face.

Who knew he would not only tape the last pieces of your shattered heart together but made it feel full as well?

[grouptalekindnesssoulstories]

I was sitting in the shadow of the couch, my dark outfit lending me cover. I was stuck like this, and none of the others could see. Least of all, the side currently walking in. Roman was humming to himself, and I refused to come out. Unfortunately, he decided to fling himself onto the couch. I reached for the couch too late, and was tossed onto his shoulder. I froze, hoping he’d think I was some bug or something. He had an arm draped across his face, so I could get away clean if I was careful…

“ANXIETY! Did you conjure more of those ugly decorations to freak me out?” He yelled, reaching towards me. I scrambled away, making a leap just as his fingers brushed off his shirt. I made it back to the safety of the shadows. He huffed at my lack of answer and stood up to choose a movie. I took the chance to begin lowering myself to the floor. He was singing to himself as he flipped through them. Another set of footsteps started at the top of the stairs. I scrambled back up, wiggling into the crack. Not comfortable, but I didn’t exactly need to breathe. I recognized the eager footsteps as Patton’s and was relieved I was hidden.

“Another movie night? Should I get the others?” He asked, dropping blankets over the couch. There was a hum of approval from the creative side, and the steps retreated again. I poked my head out, seeing a blanket conveniently on the floor. I jumped into it, a soft thud the only thing indicating my presence. Princy was too busy picking a movie to notice. I ran under the couch as the quick patter of Patton and Logan’s precise footsteps came downstairs. 

“I couldn’t find Virgil. He isn’t in his room, and there’s no sign of him” Pat said anxiously, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I wish I could be my normal size. I didn’t like disappointing the fatherly side.

“Ugh. DOOM AND GLOOM! You’re gonna miss out on Mulan! I picked it with you in mind” Roman called. I poked my head out, using a bit of my meager power to make my voice echo from somewhere else. 

“I’ll be there in a minute. Just.. busy” The last word snapped back to my location as I ran out of power. I squealed and ducked back under the couch. The others accepted that as me doing something, so they started the movie. Logan was taking Patton upstairs after it finished when Princy got suspicious again. 

“Where is he?” He mumbled, hurt. 

“Oh, Princy… I’m sorry” I responded, not realizing he’d hear me. He dropped down on all fours, and reached a hand under the couch. I attempted to roll out of his reach, but his pinkie hooked on my hood. He automatically closed his hands and pulled me out. “Let me go!” I snarled, swinging around by one hand.

“Vir-gil?” His voice broke in confusion.

“Go away, I’ll be fine in the morning. I promise I won’t miss the next movie night” I snarled, crossing my arms. His eyes lit up at the subtle message and put me down on the table in the kitchen. 

“What happened?” He asked.

“I don’t know, ok? I just.. Was normal than I wasn’t. Maybe Thomas did something? I have no idea” 

“In that case, We’re both sleeping here tonight. A prince must protect his lov-lower class people!” He did his typical princy thing. I huffed, yet his hands were gentle as he scooped me up. He nestled me..almost carefully, in the palm of his hands. He made me promise to stay on the arm of the couch before running upstairs to find something to make it easy for me to sleep, He was trying hard to take into account that I may be normal sized by morning. Logan, being the observant idiot he is, came downstairs while I waited. 

“Ah, Virgil. I was wondering where you got to. Please assure Patton you are ok in the morning” He continued passed me, adjusting his glasses after finishing speaking to me. I pulled my hood up, and shoved my hands into my pockets.

“Yea, whatever. Not like I was purposefully avoiding his company” 

“I am aware, but it would still help you both. Sleep well” He went back upstairs, a glass of water in his hand. I was picking at the edge of my pants when Roman reappeared. 

“Ta-da! A hammock! That way, you can sleep in anyway you’d like, but it is adapted to give away if too much weight is on it!” He showed me a bright hammock. 

“Oh. Thanks, Princy. Roman. Thanks Roman” I blushed at the glowing smile he gave me. He lay down on the couch, putting the hammock in such a way that the table supported me, but I wouldn’t hurt myself falling on it. I climbed into it. He had forgotten about a blanket, so I just pulled my hoodie around me. I kept tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep. I finally gave up, and crawled to the couch. Roman was out cold, snoring quietly. I pushed one of his bangs out of his face, tucking it behind his ear with a smile. I put one hand on his shirt, focusing the little energy I had on changing it to his onesie. I toppled over as my vision swam. Princy had been shifting in his sleep, and his hand was underneath me at just the right time. I was crushed into his cheek, which I squirmed out of. I sighed and climbed onto his shoulder. I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat in its soothing, slow, steady way. . . 

“Virg?” A voice woke me up. I groaned, rolling over. I felt the warm, squishy bed. I didn’t want to wake up. Even if I was floating. It did smell like Pattoncakes, though so maybe I’d get up. In five minutes. I was trying to go back to sleep when I remembered. 

“Did it work?” I asked, before realizing what was going on. I groaned again, rolling to face Roman. 

“Nope. How did you manage to get onto my shoulder?” He asked, setting me down. A finger poked my head thoughtfully. 

“Logan, leave me alone. I’m not some experiment. I couldn’t sleep and your heartbeat is calming” I stood up, clenching my fists to keep myself from falling over again. I’d used far too much yesterday. Ro caught me as my body gave up. He offered me a small pancake, setting it next to me. He cupped his hands as he talked to the others. I started tearing off bites of the pancake, trying hard to focus on not passing out. 

“We have a problem, Virgil is still small, and we have a video today. If I’m not mistaken, Thomas is setting up now” Logan stated. I shuddered at the thought of having to endure a video in my state. 

“I’ll stay here to help him. You guys can handle this, we’ll be ok” Roman jumped in before anyone else could speak. 

‘Or.. Deceit could take my place. That way, there’s still a balance. I can...I can help him” I pulled myself up against Roman’s fingers. 

“No! Not happening” He pulled me to his chest, glancing around fearfully. I blinked away the dizziness. 

“I agree. It would be horrible if I actually helped wouldn’t it?” The snake leaned against the counter. Patton wordlessly offered him a plate. He took it, and pulled a chair over. 

“No. I’m not letting Virgil out of my sight if I don’t have to” He was stubbornly holding me away from my old friend. 

“I’ll be in your sight. What do the rest of you say? Willing to let Dee help?” I glared at the prince, before sighing and sitting down at his concerned look. “Or not. Maybe it is best I sit this one out. Get some more sleep to get back to usual” 

“Liarrr” The other side sang. I hissed at him through Ro’s fingers. 

“We can handle this Virgil. Just get some rest!” Patton called, and I waved a hand in acknowledgment. The other sides sank out of sight, except Deceit and Roman. 

“Dee, can… can you make sure my brother. My brother doesn’t show up? I don’t want Virgil getting hurt” Roman finally choked out. A quiet shift was all the warning I got before I was transferred to the gloved hands. I watched Roman leave too. 

“Worried I’ll hurt you or take you back”

“A little, yea. Perks about being like this is that Princy will come and fight to get me back” I shrugged, leaning against his fingers. He sighed and brought me close to his chest. I hummed a thanks and shifted my weight to it. I dozed as he cleaned up the space, a quiet hissing of complaints whenever he thought I was asleep. 

“You’re still here?” Roman asked a while later.

“What? Thought I’d go behind your back and hand him to your brother? Please, I don’t have that much of a death wish. Besides, I know… even if I’m still upset, he’s far too vulnerable like this”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad” 

“I’m so honored” He handed me over, Roman’s warm hands soothing me more than Dee’s heartbeat had. 

“Look at the Prince protecting the bad guy” I mumbled, mostly asleep.

“You’re not the bad guy. I love you too much to think that” was all I heard before I was fully asleep. 

I woke to a bunch of fabric around me. I started freaking, trying to find a way out.

“Virg?” A sleepy voice came from somewhere above me. A hand entered, open for me to climb on if I wanted to. I grabbed onto it, scared. I was pulled out to see a very sleepy princy, wearing a reddish, white version of my hoodie. The Prince’s sash was across it. “Sorry, I thought this would be easier to carry you, and it’s familiar, sorta?” 

“It’s..It’s ok. Just warn me next time. I thought.. I thought one of the others had me”

“I’d never let that happen. Here, want to sleep higher up?” He showed me an inner pocket, shaped like a hammock. 

“Nah. I need something to eat” 

“Oh, Pat left some leftovers. Hang on, they should be over here” He stood up, gently closing his hand briefly. He was digging in the fridge with his free hand when I got sleepy again. I felt him gently place me in the inner pocket, leaving the hoodie unzipped. 

“Thanks Princy. You’re far too nice to me now”

“No, you’re just less snippy about it” 

“Mhm. You just like me” His heartbeat sped up when he heard that. “...do you?”

“I uh.. I thought.. I thought you were just… playing hard to get…” He choked out.

“What?? I.. You like me?? Like, a boyfriend??”

“Yea, dark and spooky! I had a crush on you since the beginning! You were like, the darkness to my light, as sappy as that sounds”

“..oh. OH! Ima… Ima.. I dunno what ima do” 

“Trust me? You seem to be getting color back, but it's still not affecting your size. I promise, no harm will come to you”

“Of course. You’re my knight in shining armor. Now be quiet and let me sleep” 

[tozierpunks]

Richie, Bev, and Eddie being the wild child(s) (Eddie the tamer of the three) of the losers club. Maybe they’ve got piercings, tattoos, they’ll listen to music and smoke (Eddie occasionally tries but it’s not his thing, he’s vibing to the music tho) Richie’s nails are painted black, Bev’s got her combat boots, Eddie in his ripped dungarees. Taking road trips in Richie’s beat up truck.

I have this hc that there’s a payphone outside Bev’s apartment, and since she couldn’t be caught dead on the phone in her house without some flack from her shithead dad, she uses that one (it’s faced away from her apartment, he couldn’t see her unless he came out). So she gives Eddie the number and tells him to call at least three times, cause she’s bound to hear it one of those times, and that’s how they chat on the phone. She’ll call Eddie, and if Sonia answers, she pretends to be a telemarketer.

They’ll make plans to sneak out and spend the night in the clubhouse if either of their houses are too bad. Eddie brings Sonia’s sugary snacks, Bev will bring magazines or comic books, and sometimes she brings one of her dad’s beers. Both of them hate the taste, but drinking it and gagging at the taste and exchanging that UGH look... is almost like a silent promise that they’ll never talk about this to anyone else.

Because no one else will get it.

No one else understands what it’s like to love someone you hate and fear SO MUCH. No one else knows how it feels to be stuck in a box, and completely at the mercy of someone who was supposed to love you. It’s a betrayal they hope their friends never know.

Then there’s one night Richie comes by the clubhouse after dark, and he’s surprised to find them there. He honestly just wanted a place to read his cousin’s Playboy, and he was shocked to find Bev and Eddie. They jumped up just as a reflex, and it seemed like they were caught doing something.

Of course, he’s a little heartbroken because he feels like he’s on the outside looking in, and he jokes, “Wow Eds, I didn’t know you had it in you. Bev, I always thought your type was... Bill. But this is cool. My best friends... boinking.” and Eddie looks horrified and Beverly flips him off and points out his magazine.

“Were you gonna beat the meat in here? You don’t do it on the hammock do you? Try not to tear it off, Trashmouth.”

Only her one liners are good enough to match his.

They don’t tell him exactly why they’re there, but they swear nothing weird is going on. Bev isn’t ready for all that teenage junk, and neither is Eddie. He’s not really interested in girls at all. (”Er- yet, I guess,” he adds, almost as an afterthought).

Bev offers Eddie a cigarette to give Richie, “five minutes alone with Miss January” and that’s his first time smoking. He choked of course, but he does try it a couple more times before deciding he hates it. The nicotine gives him a headache, anyways. So Richie comes out and invites them to his house, and Maggie catches them sneaking in. She sees how dirty and frightened Richie’s friends are, and she always KNEW something was wrong with that Alvin Marsh, and everyone knows Sonia Kaspbrak is a bigoted, holier-than-thou nutcase...

and let’s just say Maggie Tozier was kind of a bad girl in high school. She remembers what it’s like. Sneaking out, picking locks, stealing a beer or two. Of course she’s still Richie’s mother, so he’s “in big trouble, mister.”

But his friends? While she “doesn’t approve,” they always have room here for Eddie and Bev. She makes them up little beds, offers them a drink, and is the mother neither of them had the pleasure of knowing. And that’s when they start gravitating towards Richie’s house.

Not too long later, he asks what they were doing in the clubhouse alone, at THAT hour. It’s hard, because Eddie and Bev haven’t even said it to each other. They just knew.

Then Eddie does something weird. He starts crying.

He hates crying.

It makes him uncomfortable, because it’s what his mother uses to guilt trip him. Crying never means someone’s sad. It means you did something wrong, and the only way you can make it right is by doing what they want, even if you hate it. Even if it’s bad for you.

Even if it makes you cry too.

So he hates crying, he never lets himself, because he doesn’t want anyone to feel as bad as he does. Especially not his friends.

Richie and Bev FULLY do not care though. They’re immediately there to comfort him, and it feels entirely different from what he’s used to with his mother. Strangely enough, it’s his crying that makes Beverly blurt out the truth. All the horrible things her father has done and said, all the ways he’s made her feel disgusting. All the ways he used to make her happy, because he was still her father. She talks about the anger, and the guilt, and the hate, and all the other ugly feelings trapped inside. Eddie wipes his nose and nods, because it’s the same for him.

Richie doesn’t cry about it until later. After he walks them home. More than anything, he doesn’t wanna leave them. Not in those houses. Not where they’re alone and unprotected. He gets home and Maggie greets him, but he runs into her arms and sobs. He really does love her and Went; they’re the best parents in this whole damn town - next to Mike’s.

After that though, Richie makes sure to always have room for Eddie and Bev at his place. He cleans up the spare room the Tozier’s have been using for storage, and he asks if they can get bunk beds. Or at least a big guest bed for him and Eddie to share, and Bev can have his room. Maggie and Went are proud of him; their boy has the biggest heart, and only a handful of close friends will really know.

That’s the beginning of it all though. Bev starts leaving nail polishes in the guest room, because really it’s not a guest room as much as it is Bev and Eddie’s shared room. Maggie and Went suddenly have another son, and a daughter. Bev always wanted a mother, and Maggie always wanted a daughter. Richie’s a little baffled when she takes Bev out shopping, but he has no complaints. As long as they bring back something for dinner.

Maggie inherits a sewing machine from her grandmother when Gran Tozier passes, and she lets Beverly use it in the guest room. She even starts buying spare fabrics she thinks Beverly might like.

Went meanwhile is teaching Eddie about how to fix a car, because he bought Richie a beaten up truck for his birthday. Richie knows how to change the tires, but he’s not interested enough to REALLY learn everything. Eddie however, watches Went in awe. He asks questions, gets his hands dirty, and he LOVES it. He starts to care less and less when Sonia talks at him about filth and potential dangers. He’s very, “whatever, Ma.”

Richie’s happy to see them both thriving in his house. It’s not like he’s given the shaft; he has his parents 24/7 and they’re constantly there for every talent show, every small bowling alley gig, and they’re taking pictures at every “first day on the job” even if he’s had 20.

All of them get little jobs to start saving up - they want an apartment somewhere far from Derry once they graduate. Of course, their funds are often spent elsewhere. Sneaking a twenty to the already graduated and legal Victor Criss so he can buy them booze, snagging scalped tickets to a Nirvana concert in Boston, getting the truck back when it’s ultimately towed.

And of course they’re still incredibly close with the other losers, but there’s something special about the three of them together. Bev does both of their nails, Eddie helps to perfect her eyeliner, because he can draw wings the best, and Richie makes himself the protector. He loves them both so much, and he’s finally able to believe that they both love and need him.

[jrcashwrites]

Camping

Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x Female Reader

Warnings: Lemons ahoy! 

A/N: Thank you always to lovely @ravenj84

“Finally getting out of here for a bit, Zimmerman?”

Chief Bridges raised an eyebrow as Flip placed the paperwork down onto his desk. Stepping back, the detective waited patiently as his boss scanned over his request.

“Thought I’d get out to Gunnison before the first snowfall.”

“Beautiful this time of year up there.” Chief Bridges commented as he stamped his seal of approval and handing the papers back over to him. “Enjoy yourself.”

Flip couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement as he walked out of the station to his truck. He’d never taken anyone camping with him before, usually using his time off as a bit of solitude up in the mountains, far removed from case files and detective work for a weekend. If he was being honest with himself he’d never had anyone he’d ever wanted to ask to accompany him before.

You’d come in like a whirlwind, catching the detective off guard one night at the Red Lantern. Finally fulfilling a long standing promise to Ron and Patrice for an after work drink, Flip finally found the time to meet with his friends. He hadn’t expected for them to bring another along, finding you sitting in his usual spot in the back booth, forever altering his usual nightly routine of frozen dinners and reruns.

Making a quick stop at the grocery to pick up a six pack of Coors and a bottle of your favorite bourbon, he arrived at your apartment. Plopping himself down on your couch, Flip made himself comfortable as you switched off the television set and joined him.

“How’d you feel about a little weekend getaway?” Flip asked as popped the tab of his beer open with a hiss.

Leaning against his side, a vision of a weekend away on a white sand beach surrounded by palm trees with a shirtless detective lounging in a hammock next to you floated through your head

“Up to the mountains,” Flip added, causing any thoughts of the ocean to evaporate instantly from your mind’s eye. “Thought you’d might want to come camping with me?”

“Camping?” you questioned, sitting up on the couch a bit to look over at Flip.

Suddenly feeling nervous he’d even brought the idea up, Flip faltered. Maybe you weren’t the type that thought spending a weekend out in the woods as an idea of fun. Second guessing himself, he worried that maybe it was too soon altogether to ask you to go anywhere other than dinner or the movies.

“If that’s not something you like... I just thought…” he began to ramble, trying to redeem himself on his fumble.

“Flip,” you interrupted, immediately silencing the hulking ball of nerves beside you. “I’d actually really like to go camping with you.”

Breaking into a small smile, Flip felt a wave of relief come over him that you had agreed. He hated that he felt like such a blithering idiot half the time around you, always questioning why such a beautiful woman as yourself was hanging around the likes of him. Relaxing at your acceptance, he swung his arm back around you, allowing you to curl into his side again.    

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When Flip asked if you’d ever been camping before, you eagerly said yes, even if it had been a long while since you’d gone. Your family had taken you on summer road trips as a child; piling everyone into the nine passenger station wagon with a pop-up trailer hitched to the back and driving up north to a scenic state park. Your father and uncle would set up camp on the dirt plot, hooking the trailer up to the provided electrical outlets.  A shower area and general store were just a short walk down the paved road, where you and your cousins would stock up on bags of marshmallows to roast later over a fire. It was hardly roughing it in the wilderness, but you’d always enjoyed it nonetheless.

Never once did Flip mention that his definition of camping did not provide any modern amenities.

As Flip turned onto the unpaved road, the rusty Chevy bumped along causing you to hold onto the dashboard as best you could. After a few miles of rough terrain knocking your head against the ceiling of the truck when he hit a particularly deep divot in the road, he finally slowed to a stop, parking alongside a row of pines.

“Ready, sweetheart? It’s about a mile out to the lake from here.”

“A mile?” you blurted, staring at Flip as if he’d suddenly grown a second head. “What I wouldn’t give for an ATV right about now.”

You muttered the last bit to yourself, but pretty sure you heard the soft rumbling of Flip’s laughter at your admission.  

Trusting that Flip knew what he was doing, you hopped down from the Chevy, grabbing your backpack from the bed and swinging it over your shoulder.  Flip gathered the rest of the items from the truck. Crossing the dusty road, you set off into the woods.

Flip made the trek seem easy, leading the way through what seemed to be an endless sprawl of forest. A few steps behind, you wondered how he was barely breaking a sweat even though he was carrying twice as much gear as you were. Flip was clearly in his element and you couldn’t help but admire how good he looked; plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows and rifle strapped to his shoulder.

“Where exactly are we going?” you questioned, catching up to Flip’s side as the trail finally widened enough to allow you to walk comfortably beside him.   

“It’s gonna be worth it, trust me.”

“It’d better be,” you hummed, adjusting your backpack straps on your shoulders.  

“This is what I get for taking a city girl out in nature,” Flip joked playfully as he brushed a bit of stray hair out of your face that had worked itself loose along the way.

“Shush you,” you playfully nudged Flip’s arm. “There’s not as much city in me as you’d like to believe and besides, I wouldn’t want the mountain man I have with me to feel useless.”

“Is he cute?”

“Oh, very much so.”

The rest of the hike, Flip pointed out various things to you in the wilderness as you walked along. A rare black squirrel scampering up the side of a tree, the name of a distant bird that called out. Impressed with his knowledge, you hardly noticed the final ascent as you listened to him rattle off a list of things about the area with confidence. He clearly knew it well, which hardly surprised you. He’d grown up here, this was practically his backyard, even though it seemed like the farthest reaches of the earth to you.

The trees began to thin out as you reached the top of the hill, a large lake spanning out along with a breathtaking view.

“Worth the hike?”  

Pausing, you took in your new surroundings. You had never quite seen anything like it before. The lake glittered a deep blue in the sunlight, seeming to reach on forever. Mountains sloped up from either side of it’s banks, rolling off into the distance as far as the eye could see.

“It’s beautiful,” you commented, still in awe that such a spot existed.

“Good.  Cause this is our home away from home for the next few days.”      

Flip dropped his pack from his shoulders, leaning his rifle against a nearby tree.  Pacing a few times across the area, he determined the flattest spot for the tent, digging the item from his backpack and unfurling it on the ground. Making quick work in a matter of minutes, it was set up, followed by a small fire pit.  

“We’re going to need some firewood,” Flip noted, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve.

Joining him in the nearby woods, you soon had an armful of fallen sticks and a few larger logs. Not being completely inept, you returned to the campsite, stacking them into the fire pit in the teepee shape your father had taught you long ago that would sustain the best fire.  Tucking some dried leaves and kindling around the base, you struck a match, stepping back as the fire caught, quickly spreading to the larger logs.

Flip couldn’t help to smile as he returned, a stack of logs of his own in his arms, at you sitting near the fire. Dropping the firewood to the ground near the fire pit, he kissed the top of your head.

“Not bad for a city girl.”

“I told you I wasn’t completely helpless.”

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Daylight was already fading from the sky, casting hues of soft pinks and oranges over the still waters of the lake. The fire cracked and popped, burning strong and casting a warm light over the campsite. You helped Flip prepare dinner, adding spices to the cast iron pot he’d rigged over the fire as he stirred the ingredients to a simple, yet delicious meal. Laying out a blanket, he joined you as you sat down, warm bowl in hand.

You could get used to this, you thought as darkness fell around you. The first few stars began to twinkle in the inky black sky above. After cleaning up the dishes and packing them back away, Flip joined you near the fire. As it began to burn low in the small pit Flip had dug out to contain it, you noticed how quiet the woods were at night. Gone were the tweets of birds and rustling of forest animals through the underbrush. Your ears rang for a moment, unused to such silence. It was peaceful, yet eerie all at once, to be in such a secluded place. Pulling the over-sized flannel Flip had leant you closer around yourself, you shivered slightly in the cool night air. Leaning back against Flip, he wrapped his arms around you.

“Cold?” Flip asked, pulling you closer to his body from where you sat between his long legs.

“Just a little.” you admitted. Between the hike and the warmth of the sun, you had been almost too warm all day. As night fell, you realized you may have underestimated how quickly the temperature would drop at a higher elevation.  

“Think I could warm you up a little,” he purred into your ear, nipping at your lobe.

“You think so?” you hummed back, tilting your head back to look up at him.  

“I do.”

Catching you with a kiss, you wiggled a bit in Flip’s arms to turn yourself in his grasp. Straddling him, he let out a low moan as you settled yourself on his lap. He tasted of the spice from dinner, mingled with the tobacco from his last cigarette. Deepening the kiss, you ran your fingers through his hair, rocking your hips against him.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Flip warned as you twirled the long strands of his hair at the base of his neck.  

“Mmm, why’s that?” you cooed.  “Am I going to get myself in trouble?”

“There’s no one out here to hear me making you scream.”

More than once, your neighbors had pounded on the wall, warning you and Flip to quiet down. The apartment walls did little to contain the noise, much to their dismay. It took all of your willpower not to laugh the next day when Ms. Paterson from next door warned you that “next time I hear such a racket in the middle of the night, I’m calling the police.” Little did she know that it was law enforcement between your legs that was the cause for such a ruckus.

“I’d like to see you try,” you challenged Flip, rocking your hips once more against him for good measure. You could already feel he was hard, straining against his jeans. “Make me scream your name.”         

Letting out a strangled sound, Flip moved you from his lap, turning you on to your back.  Hovering above you, Flip ghosted his hands over your chest, palming at your breasts over the flannel. Diving towards your neck, he pressed his lips against you, nipping and sucking against your skin.

Flip hummed between kisses. “You are in so much trouble.”

“Have I been bad, officer?” you murmured as your back arched from the blanket and Flip pressed a line of kisses along your collarbone.   

“Fuck,” Flip groaned as he struggled to undo the buttons to your shirt. He desperately needed to feel the softness of your skin against his palm.

A low giggle escaped you, knowing that pushed Flip over the edge. Feeling his hand trail down your stomach he dipped between your legs. Pressing against your center, you took a deep breath as Flip rubbed his hand over the fabric of your pants. While it felt good, you needed more. Reaching down, you unbuttoned the top of your jeans, Flip’s fingers quick to join, pushing the fabric down your legs.

Feeling the cold night air hit against your wet center, you stiffened for a second at the sensation. Flip wasted no time in pressing a warm finger against you, teasing you slowly as he circled your folds before dipping inside. Grasping his shoulders, you exhaled as he began working in and out of you at a torturous pace, adding a second and then a third. Goosebumps prickled against your skin, the mixture of pleasure and the chill of the mountain air cascading over you. Flip continued, pumping his hand rhythmically as you squeezed your eyes shut. You were lost in the feeling, his thick fingers working you as his thumb circled your clit.  Nearly there you were teetering on edge when the loss of contact made your eyes fly open and suck in a deep breath, as Flip pulled his hand away.

“Think I was going to let you come that easily?” Flip smirked, before bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a pop.

Giving Flip a sly smile, you grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. Teasing him, you licked a stripe up the side of his neck. Salty and sweet, you relished the taste of him. Biting his neck, he let out a low groan. You were easily going to be the death of him and he wasn’t complaining in the slightest that this was how he was going to go.           

“Are you going to cuff me, officer? you teased, letting go of Flip’s shirt to stretch your arms above you.  “Wouldn’t want me to get away now would you?”

Pinning your wrists in his grasp, Flip held you steady with his large hand. “I’m off duty, sweetheart. Plus there’s no headboard to cuff you to.”

“But sir,” you mockingly protest, playing into Flip’s current conundrum. “I’m sure you could find some way to restrain me.”  

Ever the quick thinking boy scout, Flip pushed the flannel shirt from your shoulders, making quick work of knotting the fabric tightly around your wrists. Satisfied with his handiwork, Flip ran his hand down your chest, delighting in how your body arched into his touch, begging for more.

Fumbling with his belt buckle, Flip wasn’t sure he still had the necessary motor skills left to work the leather free from his waist. Managing to get it undone, he unzipped his pants, taking himself out in his palm. Pumping himself a few times, his hand felt useless, especially as you were splayed out before him, legs parted, waiting eagerly for him to sink into you. Lining up to your entrance, Flip could barely breathe as he slipped into you. He would never grow tired of the soft exhale you made as he sunk deeper into you, steadying his hands against the blanket, careful not to crush you with his weight as he began to move.

Soon finding a rhythm, Flip rocked against you, driving deep as your hips snapped to meet each of his thrusts.  

“Let me hear you,” Flip encouraged. “Be a good girl for me.”

Struggling against the fabric bonds, tight around your wrists, you tried to wiggle free but to no avail. The sensation of restriction only added to your pleasure as the flannel dug against your skin. You cried out into the night as Flip thrust into you.

“Fuck! Flip, please!”

“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and thick.

“Please,” you begged.  “Please fuck me harder.”

“Careful what you wish for sweetheart.”   

Withdrawing from you, Flip grasped your hips, flipping you to your knees. Faltering for a second, you steadied yourself as best you could on your bound wrists. Feeling his weight against your back, Flip reached around you, tearing the knotted shirt free allowing your hands to plant flat against the blanket.

“You look fucking beautiful like this,” Flip confessed, taking in the sight of you bent before him, your thighs slick with your arousal dripping from your center.

Giving your ass a firm slap, Flip let out a growl as he dove towards you, licking a long stripe against you with his tongue. Shuddering, your fingers grasped the blanket, desperately trying to hold onto anything that would ground you as Flip continued to lap at you. As he circled his tongue, you let out a cry, unable to contain the sounds you were so used to keeping quiet. Continuing on, Flip worked you until you were trembling, on the brink of collapsing, your arms weak from holding yourself up.  

Pulling back from you, Flip’s chin glistened in the pale moonlight that blanketed your surroundings. Hardly fazed by the mess, Flip took hold of your hips once again, guiding you back as he pushed into you.

“Flip!” you moaned as his cock sunk deep within you. Wrapping an arm around your middle, he leaned down against your back, pulling you close as he rocked back and forth in time with your movements against him.

“Such a good, good girl for me,” Flip murmured, his voice deep as his pressed his lips against your cheek. “Just like that darling,” he encouraged.  

[percussiongirl2017]

Review of SFTB Products

This is a complete review of all of the scents I have from @scentsfromthebunker. I will have a separate list for the Marvel scents. I was going to link all of these, but it would crash the Tumblr post and break the links. Just go to the SFTB blog and follow the link in her bio! I’m going to put this under the cut because it’s super long.

1. AKF- Water, Witch Hazel, Lavender, Chamomile ~This was the very first scent I bought from SFTB and I think it’s the only one that’s still mostly full. I mainly use it when I’m having a really bad day. It’s not too strong and it’s perfect when you just want to relax.~

2. Angel Grace- Spearmint, Water, Witch Hazel ~Angel Grace is one of my all time favorites. I wear it to work a lot and it makes everyone think I have gum. I occasionally mix it with Jack and the perfect combination. It definitely puts me in a better mood.~

3. Baby- Water, Witch Hazel, Leather, Cinnamon, Coffee, Vanilla, White Lily, Sandalwood, Musk ~There are 3 bottles of Baby in my house currently. One of them is mine and the other two belong to my brother. He has to test all of the scents I buy because he’s nosy. He fell in love with Baby and instantly asked for 2 for Christmas. I think he keeps one in his truck and his friends can’t figure out why his truck smells so nice.~

4. Billie- Water, Witch Hazel, Cranberry, Vanilla, Lemon ~ I can’t even describe how amazing Billie smells. I love the smell of lemon because it makes me think of things that are clean. Billie reminds me of drinking lemonade in a graveyard, if that make any sense.~

5. Castiel- Cinnamon, Caramel, Sandalwood ~Cas smells safe. The cinnamon gives it a slight spice smell, but it’s balanced out enough that you want to smell more. It’s like a long hug after a bad day. It’s like being wrapped in his trenchcoat and falling asleep in the Impala.~

6. Captivated- Sandalwood, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Clove, Cedar, Amber ~Okay this one almost caused a fight in my house. This one has all of my Mom’s favorite scents so she was really excited when I opened it. I have to order another one so she doesn’t steal mine. It’s almost intoxicating how great this one smells.~

7. Charlie- Water, Witch Hazel, Rose, Orange, Strawberry, Musk, Coconut ~ I love the strawberry and rose combination in Charlie. It makes me think of sunshine and summertime. Charlie just smells happy. Like you wanna put your headphones on and dance around the house kind of happy.~

8. Chuck- Wintergreen, Vanilla, Tobacco, Frangipani ~We all want to smell like God. This one also passed my brother’s approval so he wants one for his birthday. I normally don’t like the tobacco smell, but this one is an exception. It’s balanced just right with the other oils.~

9. Claire- Rose, Apple, Jasmine ~ Claire’s scent is interesting to me. The rose and apple mix well together and the jasmine is just pronounced enough for you to smell. It’s really nice and smells amazing.~

10. Crowley- Water, Witch Hazel, Cinnamon, Apple, Vanilla, Tobacco ~ Like Chuck, I don't normally like the tobacco smell, but this one blends well with the cinnamon and vanilla. It smells like apple pie at a bonfire. I really really like Crowley.~

11. Dean- Water, Witch Hazel, Vanilla, Cinnamon, White Lily, Clove ~AMAZING! I love vanilla and cinnamon so getting Dean was a must. I wear Dean (or Sam) when I know the corporate office is going to be at work. I need a Winchester to have my back.~

12. Demon! Dean- Vanilla, Cinnamon, Orange, Eucalyptus, White Lily ~So take Dean and imagine a darker scent. To me, the cinnamon is a little more pronounced in this one. It’s definitely one I like wearing when I’m writing angst.~

13. Donna- Water, Witch Hazel, Rose, Musk, Lily, Strawberry, Pear, Pineapple ~ A fruit salad with a shot of whiskey. That is the best way I can describe Donna. It has the musk scent, but it’s not super heavy. The rose and lily balance it out nicely. It’s like the perfect balance of happy and determined.~

14. Eileen- Hydrangea, Musk ~ Eileen smells like a walk in the garden. I can’t help but smile when I spray Eileen. I also like to pair Eileen with Sam because they balance each other out.~

15. Gabriel- Water, Witch Hazel, Orange, Clove, Cinnamon, Vanilla, Gardenia, Musk ~ I love the orange and vanilla scent of Gabriel. It makes me think of baking with my Dad. It’s like spending all day baking and then going outside and sitting on the porch.~

16. Heaven- Gardenia, Magnolia ~Heaven reminds me of fresh laundry hanging on the line. It’s a spring morning in a hammock with a good book. It’s relaxing.~

17. Hell- Orange, Cinnamon ~ Hell smells amazing. If Hell really smells like this then sign me up! The scent lasts for hours and it goes great with Sam or Dean.~

18. Jack- Peppermint, Vanilla ~Oh my gosh, this precious nougat child smells amazing. It reminds me of Christmas and I wear it with Angel Grace. I like wearing it when writing fluff because it just puts you in a good mood.~

19. Jamie- Sandalwood, Rose, Vanilla, Pine ~Kilts. I swear to Chuck that’s all I think of when I wear Jamie. I need to watch Outlander so I can get the full experience. I like the outdoorsy scent and I use it around the house a lot.~

20. Jared’s Empathy- Vanilla, Sandalwood, Pear, Pineapple, Musk, Rose, Lily, Cinnamon ~Look, I’ve met Jared, I’ve hugged Jared, and I’ve almost passed out in front of Jared. I swear this is very close to what Jared smells like. I’m currently out of Jared and I need to send my bottle back. I used to wear Jared to work, but I think I ran out during the Black Friday/Thanksgiving/Christmas rush at work. It kept me calm during all that craziness.~

21. Jensen’s Warmth- Vanilla, Cinnamon, White Lily, Rose, Coffee ~So, (as weird as it sounds) Jensen feels safe to me. I was terrified of him at Nashcon last year, but he just has this warmth about him that feels safe. I wear Jensen when I’m feeling overwhelmed. I’m a little low on Jensen because I shared him with my manager at work.~

22. Jody- Gardenia, Cinnamon ~Jody is such a Mom scent in my opinion. Like when you have those days where you just need to go to your Mom. It’s a protective and nurturing scent that makes you feel good.~

23. John- Water, Witch Hazel, Sandalwood, Musk, Cinnamon, Vanilla, Patchouli ~The sandalwood, musk, and cinnamon combination is freaking amazing. The vanilla and patchouli balance it out perfectly. It’s almost like Dean, but it has more of a aged smell to it. It reminds me of leather jackets for some reason.~

24. Love Yourself First- Ylang Ylang ~ I love using this one with my AKF and YANA scents. It’s perfect when I’ve had a rough day at work or school. Plus it helps me sleep at night.~

25. Lucifer- Apple, Orange, Lemon, Cinnamon, Eucalyptus, Vanilla ~ Lucifer makes me think of cookies for some reason. Like spiced snickerdoodle cookies. That probably sounds weird, but I really like Lucifer.~

26. Lucifer!Sam- Amber, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Apple, Sandalwood, Clove ~Lucifer!Sam gives off a warm and almost protective vibe to me. I’ve started wearing it to work and it lasts my whole 9 hour shift. I am in love with Lucifer!Sam~

27. Mary- Jasmine, Rose, Honeysuckle ~ Mary is another one that reminds me of spring and fresh laundry. Mary makes me wanna curl up with a good book and just relax. I love honeysuckle and it just makes this scent perfect.~

28. Meg- Water Witch Hazel, Violet, Lavender, Chamomile, Cinnamon ~One of my all time favorites. I use Meg around the house because of the lavender scent. It’s one of my Mom’s favorite and I also use it in my room when I’m doing homework.~

29. Michael!Dean- Cinnamon, Vanilla, White Lily, Sweet Tobacco, Musk ~ It’s exactly how I imagined he would smell. It’s like Dean but with more mystery behind him. I currently use this one at work and I share it with one of the girls in electronics. It helps on stressful days when customers are yelling at me.~

30. Misha’s Kindness- Coconut, Vanilla, Gardenia, Cinnamon ~Misha never fails to make me smile and that’s why I really like this scent. It always puts me in a good mood especially after a bad day at work. I sprayed one of my shirts with it before throwing it in the dryer and it smelled like Misha all day.~

31. Negan- Amber, Cinnamon, Sandalwood, Patchouli ~ Kicking butt and taking names! Negan smells like determination and gives off an air of authority. The cinnamon gives it just enough spice to make you wanna come back for more.~

32. Pie- Apple, Cinnamon, Vanilla ~Smells good enough to eat! I love wearing Pie with Dean or Demon!Dean. It’s sweet, but not overpowering.~

33. Purgatory- Orange, Cedar ~ This one reminds me of the forest and the orange lightens the scent some. It’s like going down a walking trial and coming into a clearing. It smells wonderful and amazing.~

34. Rowena- Water, Witch Hazel, Raspberry, Rose, Orange, Musk, Coconut, Patchouli ~ I forgot how much I loved the smell of Rowena. It almost reminds me of raspberry tea. It’s light and fruity and I really like it.~

35. Ruby- Water, Witch Hazel, Rose, Musk, Orange, Coconut, Violet, Patchouli, Vanilla ~ Ruby is one of my newest additions and I am in love with it! This is literally how I imagined Ruby would smell. It’s a darker smell, but the orange gives it a kick. The rose and violet are subtle, but not overpowering. It’s just freaking amazing and I can’t wait to use it more.~

36. Sam- Water, Witch Hazel, Vanilla, Sandalwood, Coffee ~My Sam bottle is almost empty! It’s great to use when I’m studying and I can’t focus. I also use it on my pillow and I sleep so much better. The coffee scent is great for when I going to work and I’m still tired. Everyone at work really likes Sam.~

37. Soulless!Sam- Vanilla, Cinnamon, Orange, Coconut, Patchouli ~ This is honestly how I imagined Soulless!Sam would smell. It’s like spicy Sam honestly. It’s amazing. I wore this one a lot last semester because I had to deal with some difficult people in class. I occasionally mixed this one with Demon!Dean and it’s really nice.~

38. Wayward Sisters- Azalea, Apple, Jasmine, Musk ~ This one smells wonderful. I love the mix of jasmine and musk. The azalea is just enough not to be overpowering. The apple adds a sweet scent. It’s just amazing.~

39. Winchester Bros- Vanilla, Sandalwood, Musk, Cinnamon, White Lily, Rose ~Take Sam and Dean and travel with them in the Impala for a few days. It’s borrowing a flannel and you’re not sure which brother it belongs to. It’s falling asleep in the Impala and one of the boys carrying you into the Bunker. It smells like Winchester and I love it so much.~

40. You Are Not Alone- Orange, Rose ~ I love the smell of orange, okay? The rose scent tones down the orange and gives it a more floral scent. I like wearing this one with Jared or Jensen. It’s perfect to wear after a stressful day at work.~

Go and show @scentsfromthebunker some love! I’ll have a Marvel review up soon!

[revisionaryhistory]

It’s All Art ~ 77

“Ms. Parthenopaous, Mr. Isaac, we weren’t sure if you’d had breakfast. There’s coffee and juice. She’s filled up and ready to go. Your father insisted we enter the GPS for here in case you get lost.”  The young man cringed. “Sorry.”

 Charlotte laughed, “I know how to turn off.”

 “He said you’d say that.” The man handed her a note.

 Charlotte opened and read to herself, “I know the location of all your hidden spots. You’ve not been out in a long time, amuse your father. If the signal drops the first place I’m going is the island inlet you love, so you better keep your knickers on.  Love, Dad.” She folded it back up and shoved it in her bag. “Tell him he wins.”

 “He said you’d say that too.”

 Oscar was in the boat waiting for her. He waited until they were alone, “How’s it feel to know your every act of rebellion was monitored and approved?”

 She took his hand and got in the boat, “Bloody infuriating.” She stowed their bag and double checked that the engine bonnet was down and started undoing the mooring lines. She had Oscar hold the bow line while she stowed the bumper then had him stand ready to push them away as she backed out.

 Stowing the bumper where he’d seen her put the others, he joined her at the pilots chair, “What did the note say?”

 “If I turned it off he’d come find us and I should keep by knickers on.”

 Oscar burst out with a loud laugh.

 Just as when they’d gone to Delos, Charlotte maneuvered them out to sea easily.  She handed Oscar the GPS and had him put in the coordinates. He attached it to the dash and kissed her shoulder. “Says about an hour away.”

 “That’s about right.”

 “Are you kidnapping me?”

 She winked at him with a grin. “Do you know how to drive a boat?”

 “Nope.” He shook his head back and forth. “Weird. Lived near the ocean for half my life and never drove a boat.”

 “Wanna learn?”

 “Yep.”  He nodded.

 She eased back the throttle and the boat came to a stop. Stepping out of the way she held her hand out directing him behind the steering wheel. She did a quick run through of all the gauges and what was normal. “There’s no brakes on boat, it’s all throttle. Ease it forward a bit.” He did and boat moved at the speed they’d left the docks. “This is no wake speed. Boat doesn’t make waves. As you speed up the bow lifts a bit, it’ll even out when you go a bit faster.”

 “Always wondered why that happened.”

 Charlotte held her hand out flat, “Water displacement. At slow speed there’s just enough to get her moving and propels the boat more up than out. More speed, more water displacement, propels the boats more forward than up.”

 He faked a shiver, “Sexy as fuck.”

 “Give her a go.” She smoothed her hand down his back, leaving it at the swell of his ass. “Winds and waves are light. You can’t fuck it up.”

 “I actually needed to hear that last part.”  He upped the throttle a tiny bit. Then a bit more. The small increments didn’t do much.  Still slowly, but more of a steady push than bit by bit, he increased their speed and got the boat on plane. “This is fun!” Excitement lit up his face. “Doesn’t feel like we’re in the water, more floating on top.”

 “It is more floating on top.” She put her hand on the wheel and turned it slightly, “Doesn’t take much to turn going this fast. She’s more sluggish slower. You watch for debris and waves. If you can, you should cut across them and not roll with them. Nothing out here right now, so just play get used to steering.”

 He nodded, “Where am I heading?”

 “Out that way.” She pointed forward and to the right. “We’ll go around the island.” She pointed to the GPS, “That’s the one.”

 “What are you going to do?”

 She pulled her cover up over her head, “Sun bathe on the bow.”

 “And I’m supposed to watch the water?”

 “You’ve seen me naked enough times that you should be able to focus elsewhere.”

 “No, I can’t.”

 Charlotte tied her hair up and leaned back on the cushion in front of the pilot’s windscreen. She wasn’t going to just close her eyes and leave him on his own. She could see where they were going, if anything was coming, and she figured he could only see her legs. Naturally, she made sure to stretch and move them around from time to time. When they got closer to the island she yelled back, “How you doing?”

 “Having a blast. Learning to drive with a hard on is not as difficult as I expected.”

 “You poor thing.” She walked around beside him and looked down. “Hmm, weren’t kidding were you?”

 “No. You’re stretched out right in front of me, but I can’t touch. The sun and ocean are beautiful. The way the sun shines on your legs and the way the wind blows your hair. I’m watching where I’m going, but watching you too.”  He watched her hand move lower and stroke his length over his swim shorts. “Not. Helping.”

 With her other hand she pointed to the GPS, “Go to the right of the island. It’s uninhabited, so there shouldn’t be many, if any, boats. Once past the island, go south east.” She pointed at the direction marker on the GPS.

 “Where are you going?”

 She leaned in to kiss him, “Down on you.”

 “Oh.”

 Charlotte dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down enough to free his cock, “Slow down or stop if you need.”

 Oscar didn’t slow down the boat, but his knuckles did turn white from the grip he had on the steering wheel. When he came he threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs.  

 Charlotte stood up, “Wow, thank you.”

 He took one hand off the steering wheel and held her to him, “There is no one out here to hear me scream.” He kissed her softly, “Or you.”

 Charlotte took over driving as they got closer to a grouping of small islands. A couple were barely little more than a patch of trees. Without looking at the GPS she threaded between islands then slowed down as they approached two. She went through a narrow pass between two, which opened up to reveal a single island. The area they’d passed through was trees and grasses circling around to a small beach about fifty feet long. Charlotte watched the depth finder and took them into the shallows before stopping the boat and anchoring them off shore. “Waters only about two feet deep, we can leg it from here. Grab our bag and I’ll get the food?”  He nodded. “Oh, just in case you were wondering. It’s a private island and we’re most definitely trespassing.”

 Oscar pointed to the beach, “Worth the misdemeanor charge.”

 “Na, they just told me clean up after myself.” She rolled her eyes, “As if I’d leave anything to make this less perfect.”

 He lowered the ladder off the back, climbed down, and took the bags from her. “How did you find this place?”

 “I was quite prone to wandering off. I’d go exploring. After I found this I didn’t need to explore more.”  She tromped through the water toward the beach. “I run away for a few hours every time I’m home.”  She lead him left of center where  there were a few trees jutting out into the sand. “If you want to spread out the blanket, I’ll be right back.”  

 Oscar watched her disappear into the brush and start looking around. He laid out a big blanket in the sun and took the thermal bag closer to the trees in the shade. By the time he was done Charlotte was back with a plastic storage box about the size of two shoe boxes. “Whatcha got there?”

 “A hammock.” She took off the top, opened a waterproof bag, and pulled out a bright purple hammock. “It’s always exactly as I left it.”  She handed him one end and unrolled, attaching a carabiner to a hook in one of the trees. “This is where I come for complete quiet and complete isolation. Although it would seem my father knows where this is.” She frowned, “I hope he’s not been here. I like it just being mine.” She smiled at him, “And now yours.”

 Oscar fastened the other end and together they stretched it out. He climbed in and reached out for her. Charlotte nestled in beside him, resting her head on his bicep. Oscar looked out at the ocean, “This is gorgeous.”

 “I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent on this beach, in the water, and here. Sometimes I’d read, but a lot of the time I’d just lay here and enjoy being still.”

 “I’m jealous.” He put his hand over his growling stomach, “Also hungry.”

 “Shall we see what dad packed?”

 They went back to the blanket and set the insulated bag in the middle. The found breads and cheese, making for wraps or sandwiches, pasta salad, cut up fruits, and a couple of deserts. There were waters and a small bottle of wine. After eating their fill they stowed the bag in the shade. Charlotte rolled up a towel to make a pillow and stretched out in the hammock.

 “Did you bring your camera?” She’d taken off her coverup and was in the black polka dot bikini.

 “No, this is just us. Not work.”

 “Your phone in the bag?” He didn’t wait for her answer before he started looking.  Walking further away from the hammock, he unlocked her phone and navigated the camera. “Too beautiful to not have pictures.”

 “So you’re shooting me?”

 “Yep.”  He directed her like she had him. He knew what he wanted. Once he was satisfied she got silly making faces at him. He took several of their surroundings before heading to her.  

 “My turn.” She took a few of him, again starting out serious progressing to silly. When she went back to the hammock, she climbed in with him and handed him the camera. “Us. Your arms are longer.”

 He laughed, “We have to switch sides. I can’t with my left hand.”

 Instead of one of them getting up there was a lot of shifting and rolling around. The hammock tilted and threatened to dump them more than once. They’d shift their weight and Oscar would brace them on the ground. They were laughing and screaming the entire time.  When they settle down they were breathing hard and took a few minutes before taking pictures. Oscar wasn’t satisfied until there were ones with sunglasses on, sunglasses off, looking at the camera, looking toward the sea, looking at each other, and kissing. When he was satisfied he put her phone in the plastic box that had held the hammock and settled into the hammock with his arm around her, “Beautiful day.”

 “Very.”

 Oscar was playing with her fingers, “I don’t think I’ve ever been anywhere so isolated.”

 “There’s a SAT phone on the boat and the nearest house isn’t too far.”

 “Yeah, but it’s so quiet.”

 Charlotte lifted her head from his chest, “Struggling with being still?”

 He held his thumb and forefinger apart, “A little.”

 She stretched up to kiss him and ran her hand over his eyes, closing them, “Now, just breathe.”

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This submission is from @bouncepaaad! I wish I had gotten a chance to draw something from it but I ran out of time. 

For @spadeyque

- Sugar Cookies -

Sonic relaxed in the hammock hung in a corner of Tails’ workshop.

The big winter celebration was just around the corner, and even closer was the Christmas party Amy held every year at her house. The party didn’t start for hours yet, so Sonic had decided to while away the time lounging comfortably indoors, listening to the sounds of his best friend tinkering.

Sonic flipped the phone open and brought it to his ear, then promptly winced and moved it away when Amy’s distressed voice came through loudly.

“Sonic! It’s a disaster!”

The blue hero sat up, instantly alert. “What is it, Amy? Eggman attacking somewhere?”

“Noooo!” wailed Amy. “I was just about to make some cookies for the party, but I realized I don’t have any sugar!”

Sonic blinked, then looked nonplussed.

“Amy,” he groused, “You really called just for that? Can’t you just make them another time?”

“But I already mixed the dry ingredients together, I can’t just let them go to waste!”

Sonic switched the phone to his other ear, digging a finger into the one that had taken the brunt of Amy’s high-pitched protest.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Hang tight, I’ll be there in a sec.”

Flipping the phone closed, Sonic hopped out of the hammock and stretched.

“Gotta go, Tails,” he announced to his little brother. “Sugar emergency.”

Tails emerged from where he’d been working behind a spare engine, and pushed his goggles up past his forehead. Though he’d only heard half of the phone conversation, he’d already worked out the situation.

“There’s an extra bag in the pantry,” said Tails. “You can take her that.”

“Nice!” Sonic grinned, glad to have been saved the trip to a grocery store. He didn’t dislike running in the cold weather, or even the snow, but he certainly didn’t prefer it.

Once he had the sugar in hand, he poked his head in the workshop to let Tails know he was heading out.

The young fox had already dived back into his work and didn’t look up, only waving a hand from behind the engine. “Be careful, Sonic. Oh!” He popped his head out again. “And bring me back a cookie!”

“Will do, bud!”

With a wink and a wave, Sonic was speeding off through the cold, in the direction of Amy’s house. __________________________________________________________

Amy Rose puffed her cheeks in frustration at herself. Forgetting to check if she had enough sugar to make sugar cookies of all things! At least Sonic was coming to her rescue.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later she heard Sonic skidding to a halt outside her door. The sound made her heart beat a little faster, and she smoothed out the front of her frilled apron and hurried to let him in.

“Yo, Amy!” Sonic said, lifting a hand in greeting. He hefted the small bag of sugar for her approval. “This enough?”

“Oh, Sonic, thank you!” Amy gushed, latching onto him with a hug.

Sonic grunted and flailed a bit under the sudden armful of Amy, but didn’t push her away. 

He glanced around at the evergreen boughs that adorned the doorframe, the lights strung up all over the place, and of course the plump tree in the corner covered with colorful ornaments.

“Wow, looking pretty festive in here!”

Amy pulled back, smiling. “Vanilla, Cream, and Cheese are coming by soon to help me with the rest. This place will be party ready in no time!”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it,” said Sonic, preparing to leave.

“Wait!” cried Amy, gripping one of his hands. “You can stay and help?”

Sonic shrugged. “I don’t know, Ames. Baking isn’t really my thing.”

“You can just watch if you want to! I’d really enjoy the company.”

“Eh, well…”

“You can have the first taste,” Amy sing-songed.

When Sonic sighed and hung his head, she knew she had him. She squealed in delight as Sonic let her pull him into the kitchen.

At the table, Amy set to work immediately, filling a measuring cup with the delivered sugar and then mixing it together with some butter in a bowl. Just a few steps later, she had a mound of light-colored dough pressed flat with a rolling pin. She took up a cookie cutter and began pressing and wiggling it into the flattened dough.

As Sonic watched, he suddenly realized that the cut-out shapes looked a little…familiar.

“Uh, Amy…are those…me cookies? Wearing a Santa hat?”

The pink hedgehog giggled. She’d been wondering when he’d notice.

“Yep! The cookie cutter’s from a special winter release of Sonic kitchen goods! See?” She gestured to the item’s packaging, which featured a caricature of Sonic himself, wearing a red and white Santa-themed outfit.

Sonic raised an eyeridge. “Limited Edition, huh?”

Amy laughed again, but didn’t tell him that the cookie cutter had been a prize for a mail-in Sonic trivia contest.

She continued the rolling and cutting process, humming as she did so. It wasn’t long before the first batch went into the oven. When the timer beeped about ten minutes later, Amy donned some oven mitts and pulled out the freshly-baked sugar cookies.

Before she had a chance to set the tray down, Sonic reached over and grabbed one of the cookies with only his gloved hand.

“Sonic, they’re too hot, be careful!” protested Amy.

But Sonic shoved the whole cookie in his mouth without any regard for it’s temperature. He chewed bravely through the heat, only stopping once to suck in a gulp of air.

“Boys,” Amy sighed as she found a safe spot for the tray.

When he finished, Sonic’s eyes were bright with happy surprise.

“Whoa, I taste delicious!”

By the time Amy’s brain had registered his wording and indirect praise, a furious blush had already overtaken her cheeks.

Flustered, she tried to cover it by fussing with the oven mitts and reaching for a cookie herself.

“R-really? Let me try!”

She blew on it, then tried a bite from the cooled area. Her jade eyes lit up at the subtle sweetness and soft texture.

“You really are delicious!” Amy echoed Sonic’s words without thinking, and turned to the blue hedgehog with a smile, excited with her success.

Her breath caught when she noticed that Sonic was already looking at her, with not only a surprised expression but a soft redness spread across his muzzle.

A few moments stretched by as they stared at each other.

Sonic was the first to avert his eyes, reaching a hand back into his quills.

“Ah, heh, they taste just fine without any frosting. Are you gonna leave them like that?”

Amy snapped back to herself, and gave a little laugh.

“No way, silly!”

Amy quickly gathered all that she needed to begin mixing up small batches of different-colored icing. Then she filled some piping bags with each color and started decorating the little hedgehog heads – white for the eye area, a peach muzzle and inner ears, and the rest filled in with the well-known shade of blue. She did one color at a time on all of the cookies so that the colors wouldn’t mix, expertly squeezing out just enough icing for each tiny area. A carefully-placed chocolate sprinkle for each nose, and two green ones for the eyes completed the little treats.

Sonic had settled back into a chair to wait as she worked. At first he seemed bored, sitting loosely with his chin resting on his palm. By the time Amy had neared the last of the colors on the last of the cookies, he was watching closely, looking mesmerized.

“Y'know, I never realized before,” Sonic began. “I mean, for something I’m just gonna chew up in a few seconds, that’s a lot of work.”

Amy smiled softly, not looking up as she added the finishing touches on another cookie. “It doesn’t feel like work to me. I love baking, and I love trying to get all the details just right.”

The pink hedgehog was so absorbed in her decorating that she didn’t quite hear the “hmm,” from Sonic, nor notice the thoughtful look on his face.

She had nearly worked her way through all three dozen cookies, with only two left waiting for some blue icing, when the clatter of a dish suddenly caught her attention. She looked up to find Sonic had gotten up and was now rummaging around in a cabinet.

“Sonic?”

He turned, and had in his hand what he seemed to have been looking for – a small bowl similar to the ones that held the different icings.

“Uh, any of that plain white frosting left?” he asked.

Amy looked over to the large bowl where she had mixed together the original batch of icing. There was just about a cup left.

“Well, yes, but why –?”

Instead of answering, Sonic gently took the piping bag from her and put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a gentle nudge towards the kitchen doorway.

“You probably have some things to do to get ready for the party, right?” he said cheerfully. “Go ahead, I’ll handle things here!”

Amy resisted his nudge, glancing around at all the dirty bowls and spoons and general mess that accompanied a batch of baked goods. “But I have to –”

Sonic leaned around her and gave her a smile, one of the heart-meltingly charming ones. "C'mon Ames. I’m giving you a free pass here.“ 

It was true that Sonic didn’t offer himself up for cleaning services often. And she did have to freshen up and change dresses before Cream arrived…

"Well…okay,” Amy agreed. “But I won’t be long!”

A quick primp and a few outfit changes later (the red dress with the white fur trim? The green velvet pinafore? Or the candy cane print skirt? She couldn’t decide!), Amy returned to the kitchen. She was disappointed when Sonic was nowhere to be seen, but only slightly, as she’d been expecting it.

The sight of an amazingly clean kitchen almost made up for it. Even the dirty dishes had been washed.

As she drew near the table, she noticed an unusual cookie – a very pink one – sitting near all the others, with a slip of paper underneath it.

In a familiar scrawl, the note read:

“Amy - Just thought you deserved one of your own. Definitely harder than you made it look, but I hope you like it anyway! P. S. I took an extra for Tails! He loves your cookies!”

By the time she had reached the end of the note, where Sonic had signed his name alongside a little doodle of his head, Amy’s face felt warm with another blush.

She couldn’t help but smile at the cookie Sonic had decorated. The spiky, Sonic-style quills had been broken off and rearranged more closely around the face, resembling her own quillstyle. The icing on them was a rosy pink beneath the jaunty red holiday hat.

Some of the colors were smudged together and the eye sprinkles were a little uneven (not to mention the edible glitter that Sonic had somehow found and sprinkled generously), giving the cookie the appearance of something Cream might have decorated by herself, but Amy’s heart couldn’t have been happier.

Sonic had made something just for her.

On a whim, she took one of the Sonic cookies and set it close to the Amy one, so that their little sprinkle noses were touching.

There, she thought. Perfect.

The doorbell chimed, and, practically aglow with love and cheer, Amy went to answer it.

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Garden Furniture

Cedar Adirondack Chair In 1903 Thomas Lee was on vacation in Westport, New York, and need some outdoor chairs for his summer home.

His now famous design originally consisted of 11 pieces of wood, cut from one board. He showed to a carpenter friend, Harry Bunnell, who patented the design and made the chairs for next 20 years. This more modern chair is made from naturally weather resistant red cedar and features more of a curved back and contoured seat than the originals did.

Cedar makes a great wood for outdoor furniture and will turn silver over time with exposure to the weather (or optionally I suppose you could use a coat of clear over it to keep its original coloration. The Cedar Adirondack Chair is available from Clean Air Gardening for $169.99.

When I was a child I when most kids went to summer camp me and my sister would go to see my grandparents on their little farm up in Arkansas.

I did go to a summer camp one time and we were the lucky ones, I can assure you. Nights I would sit up and listen to hum of the antique oscillating fan in my room while I read Louis L’Amour novels and the only work I had to do in the morning was go out to the little chicken coop and get to get eggs for breakfast. I would open the door to the coop and once my eyes would adjust to the darkness I could make out which of the little compartments held chickens; and by extension the eggs.

It took a lot of guts for a city kid like me to evict the feathery tenant of each compartment; at my age the birds were about eye level and would peck right at your face. But the pay off was worth it…especially when you got that mystical double yoke egg and could be sure that Grandma would cook that one for you. Last time I was up there, just before we sold off the old family farm, the old chicken coop was no more.

They tell me it just plain fell down in a storm some years ago. I would have hauled it back home no matter what the neighbors said because in addition to the sentimentality I feel for such things in my ever so evident middle age it was just about the right size for a decent garden shed and all those compartments…well I guess I’m not the only one who thinks they could be put to less odorous uses.

Obviously whoever came up with this idea had a similar childhood to me. Available in two sizes each unit gives you rows of individual cubbies to put whatever you might need to stow. Each compartment features an upturned lip to keep the eggs items from sliding out onto the ground. They are made out of naturally weather resistant cedar rather than cheaper wood which would have to be either painted (painting over natural wood grain always makes me sad) or otherwise finished to protect it from the ravages of time. If only my grandmothers coop were made so well. The Small Chicken Coop Cubby measures 27 1/2″ W, 11″ D, 26″ H and the larger one is 34 1/2″ W, 15″ D, 30″ H. From Smith & Hawken

Garden Furniture, Garden Tools Mission Poly-Wood Sofa, Loveseat, Chair, Ottoman, and Coffee Table. To Gustav Stickley furniture was a movement; a philosophy of function over form and a celebration of design and engineering. He produced a periodical called The Craftsman that came filled with plans for everything from furniture to entire houses.

As an insult, his detractors referred to this furniture as mission furniture…implying that his designs were crude and unsophisticated; Stickley preferred the term craftsman, but Mission stuck and it is no longer considered an insult by any means. Craftsman furniture builders built this furniture out of the then-abundant quarter sawn white oak that they fumed with ammonia to naturally darken the wood from the reaction the fumes had with the natural tannins in the wood. They chose quarter sawn wood because of its inherent strength, and they chose white oak because it is strong, durable and resistant to weather. By design the furniture de-emphsized the grain of the wood and drew the eye instead to the strength and practicality. Well, that was then and this is now. Stop by any woodworking shop and you’ll find that quarter sawn white oak, if they even have it, is one of the more expensive hardwoods. There are only so many trees left of sufficient size.

But instead of depleting our dwindling white oak supply these pieces are made from poly-wood. It’s a material that is made from re-cycled plastics and although it can be worked like wood, and used like wood it is resistant to…well…just about everything. You can put this in your house, on your patio, wherever and it will stay pretty much like new forever. The Mission Poly-Wood Sofa, Mission Poly-Wood Love Seat, Mission Poly-Wood Chair, Mission Poly-Wood Coffee Table and the Mission Poly-Wood Ottoman all pay tribute to this great philosophy of practical design and they are available from Clean Air Gardening.

Garden Furniture, Garden Tools . Eucalyptus Outdoor Slat Bench It is a common misconception that simply reducing the amount of wood we use will actually save forests; I know it seems counter intuitive but often the opposite is true. Much of the wood we use for construction, furniture, and paper are grown just for that purpose. The harsh reality of this world is that people who own land intend to make money with it and if you can’t make money growing timber you turn that land into a pasture, or a parking lot. No, the answer is in forest management. The Forest Stewardship Council is a non-profit organization founded in Germany “to promote environmentally appropriate, socially beneficial and economically viable management of the world’s forests”. It’s a complicated process but basically it insures that trees that are cut are replanted and some thought is given as to which trees are cut and when. When you find the FSC logo on a piece of furniture, like this Eucalyptus Slat Bench, you can sleep easy knowing that the wood used came from responsibly managed forests. Many people only think of Eucalyptus as the trees those koala bears crawl around in for Australian air line commercials. But the true is that Eucalyptus is a great wood that is strong and resists rot.

In other words, it is an excellent material for use in outdoor furniture. Also, Eucalyptus trees are used as a natural means of soil conservation and malaria control due to their ability to draw excess water out of the ground. All of which brings us to this excellent Eucalyptus Slat Bench. It measures 49 inches wide, by 20 inches deep and 35 inches high; and of course it carries the FSC approval. It’s available for $279.99 from Clean Air Gardening.

Garden Furniture |  Farmhouse Ladder Stand I know what you’re thinking… Why not get an actual ladder from an actual farmhouse. I mean, authenticity is the hip way to go isn’t it? Well trust me on this; I’ve tried to balance even small stuff on real ladders and it’s always ended badly. Plus your average ladder is at least eight foot tall and you have to deal with the whole bad luck aspect. If you have pets and/or children how many times are they going to walk under the thing? No, this is absolutely the one you want. Built out of solid hardwood and five foot tall and with a manageable foot print of two and a half feet square it will fit in anywhere from a big city apartment to a farmhouse in the country. And forget balancing things on narrow little rungs.

You have three nice and wide steel trays; galvanized to resist rust and easily removable so you can keep things clean. My grandma’s farmhouse didn’t have anything this cool. The Farmhouse Ladder Stand is available from Smith & Hawken for $399.00

Garden Furniture |FSC certified Eucalyptus Outdoor Bench This wooden bench is outdoor furniture, but it’s nice enough to use inside too! Made of FSC certified Eucalyptus, so you know it’s forest friendly and made to last. The eucalyptus outdoor bench is available from Clean Air Gardening. $112. Learn more about buying outdoor furniture at the Outdoor Furniture Buyer’s Guide site.

Garden Furniture | Kickin’ It on Dad’s Day in a Hammock Father’s Day is coming up. What better gift to give your old man than the gift of relaxation! Try out this handy hammock with its own stand and set your pa up with a cold one. Then, when he dozes off, you can blast him with the hose! Hahahaha! Just kidding. Anyway, this hammock is ideal for those with limited places to hang one, or for those who like to take a hammock to the lake, beach, park, forest, or for those who like to sneak over to their neighbor’s house when they’re not home and hang out there. It weighs a mere 21 pounds so even the laziest Dad can haul it around. Available from Cabela’s stuff inc.

Garden Furniture |Cool Patio Furniture and Patio Furniture Accessories I was just fantasizing about spending more time outdoors in the backyard this summer and starting looking at some patio furniture on the web. I found a couple cool items to help protect your patio furniture set, plus some very nice wood furniture. For example, this Veranda Patio Table & Chair Set Cover cover your patio furniture to keep it clean and dry when you’re not using it. It has air vents as well so it won’t balloon out on windy days. Your patio furniture will last longer if you protect it! Cost of the cover is about $55.00. Also, here’s a chaise lounge cover with the same design.

It costs about $29.99. Finally, if you’re actually looking for patio furniture, try out this eco-friendly eucalyptus wood furniture/chaise lounge. It comes from sustainably forested wood!

Garden Furniture, Gardening Gifts for Women, Gardening Lifestyle | Cedar Storage Unit for Garden Tools and More If you want a sturdy and attractive place to store garden tools, a hose, etc., try out this excellent cedar garden storage box. It’s made from Western Red Cedar and measures: 20 1/2″H x 35″W x 19″D.

That’s plenty of room to store all kinds of stuff! Another nice feature is that it comes with a 1 Year Manufacturer Warranty from the Cedar Creek company that makes it. It can also double as a bench. It is made with slatted wood so your storage box won’t build up mold or mildew because it breaths. It’s also made in the U.S.A.! Offered by OutdoorDecor.com at a reasonable price ($152.00).

Garden Furniture, Gardening Gifts for Women, Gardening Lifestyle | Durable Outdoor Furniture It’s spring and time to hang out on the patio, sipping a margarita and just chillin’. That means it’s also time to get some new, durable outdoor furniture! Try out this cool chaise lounge made from recycled milk cartons. It’s eco-friendly and weather-resistant. This furniture also holds up very well to mildew, salt water, and pool water.

It’s a great alternative to wooden furniture that may fade and rot if you spend a lot of time at the pool or on the beach. Read the Outdoor Furniture Buyer’s Guide for some great tips for buying and taking care of outdoor furniture.

Garden Furniture | New England Arbors Vinyl Garden Arbors I just spotted a new line of premium “New England Arbors” vinyl garden arbors at the Garden Arbor Store. They’ve added a bunch of awesome new arbors to their collection. For example, the Ashbury model is made of premium vinyl. This makes for perfect assemble because each piece has no imperfection in it. It also means that the arbor will last for many years to come and still look gorgeous. New England Arbors are some of the best available on the market. Some also double as trellises for growing climbing roses, etc.

Garden Furniture, Garden Sculpture, Gardening Gifts for Women, Gardening Lifestyle |Solar LED Kettle II Garden Lantern The Solar LED Kettle II Garden Lantern has a great eco-friendly design. It combines the efficiency of LED technology with solar energy. You can hang these lights or place them on a table or on the ground. Made from steel with a frosted glass lens. A set of two lights costs $41.00 from Outdoordecor.com.

Garden Furniture, Garden Sculpture, Gardening Gifts for Women, Gardening Lifestyle |  Windowsill Plant Stand As we move our gardening activities and plants indoors, it’s a good idea to invest in an attractive plant stand to host our green friends. Check out this welded steel plant stand with a watertight copper tray. This plant stand makes a great gift for those who enjoy growing houseplants!

Garden Furniture, Gardening Gifts for Women, Gardening Lifestyle, Greenhouse Gardening, Houseplants | Modern Artisans Garden Art Modern Artisans is a company that specializes in hand made decorative items for the home and garden. They have some very cool things for sale on their on-line store, including these unusual birdfeeders, garden sculpture, address markers and more. This isn’t the mass produced garden décor you find at many stores. Modern Artisans pieces are truly works of art.

Garden Furniture, Gardening Gifts for Women, Gardening Lifestyle, Kids |  Alchemy Castings Garden Planters Alchemycastings.com is a great place to shop for custom-made garden planters made from lead like the one pictured above. They also have a number of other cool products for the home and garden, such as garden urns and garden sculptures.

Garden Furniture, Gardening Lifestyle, Houseplants | Garden Furniture My Family Harvest is a great place to look for teak and oak garden and patio furniture. They’ve got a great collection and some nice photos on their site. I really like their collection of teak patio tables. Their site also has tips on taking care of your teak furniture.

Garden Furniture | Arboria Casablanca Garden Arbor Check out this elegant and exotic Arboria Casablanca garden arbor. This is a really unique garden arbor that is made from durable hard wood and non-rusting hardware. Bring a touch of the far east to your garden with this beautiful garden arbor.

Garden Furniture, Gardening Lifestyle |Eco-Friendly Products for the Garden and Home I was doing some research on environmentally friendly companies and products last week and found the Green Home Environmental store. Green Home sells a ton of cool gifts, gadgets, and useful products for a more eco-friendly garden and home, including these low-flow hose attachments, natural and organic pesticides, etc.

Clothes for Gardening, Garden Furniture, Garden Tools, Gardening Lifestyle, Hard to Find Seeds, Kids, Natural Pesticides and Fertilizers, Organic Gardening, Vegetables |  Self Watering Planter This is a truly beautiful gift for any gardener! The 16″ Cortina Self-Watering Planter, Bronze will make a friend or relative very happy! Share This Tuesday ~ June 06, 2006 by kswanson56 Posted in Garden Furniture, Garden Tools, Gardening Lifestyle, Houseplants.

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The stiffled laughter which greeted him as he was dragged through the shelter’s doors by a rambunctious pack of baying molossers had become a sound he was accustomed to these days working his shifts here, the dithering of volunteer workers workers who were alarmed when he first came in after a long walk with twigs in his hair and tarmac burns on his elbows dissipating when they realized his hands-on approach to the animals under their care and his penchant for gamboling with them when the opportunity arose. 

“You fuckin’ pricks are makin’ a game out of this, swear to god.”  Roman panted from the floor, finally releasing the eight leashes he had held on to like his life depended on it as he pointed at droopy-eyed St.Bernard with thick ropes of drool slowly pooling on the linoleum below from jowls which were lifted in a good-natured grin.  “You---they had a bad influence on you, big boy. Which one done talked you into it? Bet it was her yeah? See you makin’ eyes at me missy, don’t think I ain’t keepin’ tabs on ya!”  He tipped his chin at a Rottweiler who tilted her head to a side and he could almost see the wry amusement in her gaze as he propped himself up on his elbows and let out a breathless grunt when the St.Bernard decided to sit squarely in his lap and the rest of them swarmed him over with tails wagging eighty miles an hour. 

“Yeah yeah, butter the boss up real good. Classy tactic.”  The sound of a volunteer clearing her throat politely however silenced them all for a moment as he tilted his head over to where a mousey little teenager with a clipboard was nervously eyeing the large breeds with apprehension that generally came with being a---

“Newbie. Talk to me, kid.” 

“Your visitor arrived five minutes ago. She’s in the waiting hall, would you like me to bring her in?”  “Nah, I got this.” Roman assured her as he stood up and handed the dog’s leashes to a more experienced handler who led them back towards the kennels.  Accepting the offer of a towel from another, he ambled over and poked his head through the door which led to the visitor’s hall and upon spotting the familial mane of fiery red, whistled to get her attention.  “Ay Hot Socks! Over here!.”  He beckoned for her to follow him deeper into the establishment, passing a brightly lit room where several puppies were playing with their handlers and a medical bay where the latest rescues were being treated.  “It gets a lil’ hectic around here these days, but I’ve got the meeting room set up in the cat enclave. We’ve got several so prospective owners can meet with our residents away from the chaos of the surroundings.”  Stopping in front of a room with a large glass panel through which they could observe its inhabitants, he gestured for her to take a look for herself at the five felines who were either at rest or amusing themselves with the toys left for them on the floor. 

The sole exception however was a tuxedo Angoran who was sitting on the ledge of the window and staring right back at them curiously, mouth opening in a quizzical meow which couldn’t be heard through the glass.  “Meena. You’ll notice she’s still got her collar on.” Roman tapped his neck for emphasis, his tone of voice taking on the air of someone who was clearly tired of the situation but still hoping for the best. 

“Her owner surrendered her to us several months ago ‘cause they were movin’ an’ didn’t want her with them in their new home. She’s a good cat---affectionate as hell, won’t stop givin’ us kisses, but she’s real vocal. I figure she might be callin’ out to them still hopin’ they left her behind on accident. She gets violent when you try to take off that collar, so y’know. We left it on. It still means somethin’ to her even if she don’t mean nothin’ to ‘em anymore. I tell that to people an’ they deflate a lil’ ‘cause they think that means she won’t love ‘em or she’ll try to run or summat. I think she just needs a new family who’s gonna be there for her, yeah?” 

The Samoan turned his head towards a sprightly, green-eyed ginger Manx who was batting at a mouse stuffed with catnip like he was hitting several homeruns---the others were wise enough to give him a wide berth though they weren’t safe from his explosive reserves of energy as he raced around the room and promptly ran into a Maine Coon who walloped him across the nose.  This made him retreat quickly and he was back to gnawing holes in the toy mouse as Roman shook his head at the creature in amusement.  “That clown is Jack. As in Jumpin’ Jacks, because that’s his mode pretty much until his Duracell batteries die down for the day. He’s a young cat, real energetic if that display ain’t enough to clue you in---nippy an’ we’re kinda workin’ out his thing with playin’ rough, ‘cause he was a feral through an’ through when we picked him up. He’s gotten better since. Ain’t got a fear of dogs which is a plus or a minus dependin’ on how you look at it--he tolerates ‘em pretty well as long as they don’t try assertin’ themselves on him. He’s pretty self-reliant an’ don’t need too much fuss. Give him toys, food an’ water an’ he’s happy keepin’ himself company while you’re gone.” 

Roman directed Becky’s attention to the Maine Coon who had returned to feeding from the cat bowls after Jack’s collusion course. Unlike the rest, this one carried herself with a clear sense of dignity that befitted her silver-speckled fur and she went about to cleaning herself fastidiously after her snack.  “That queen there is Delancey. She’s pretty old, sort of the Queen Elizabeth of the cats here to be honesty, but she’s still got it when it comes to showin’ who’s boss around here, heh. She can be a grumpy old hag which is why she’s gone through the system quite a bit; unfamiliar noise an’ sudden touches set her off which is why I ain’t recommended her for families with young kids, but she’s pretty affectionate once you have her trust. She’s also one of the few cats here who’s pretty chill with dogs as long as they don’t yark in her face an’ leave her food alone. She’s got a couple of meds she needs to take these days, comes with her age y’know?” 

A bright-eyed Tonkinese had noticed Meena’s attentiveness to the figures beyond the glass and jumped up onto the edge to join her in studying the human they were familiar with who always smelled of dog, and this new one with the sunset hair. 

“Tracy, she’s curious about everythin’. New friends, new food, new smells, new toys, everythin’s worth investigatin’ for her which is great since that means her first instinct to a new friend is to check ‘em out first instead of hidin’ out an’ hissin’ up a storm. She’s friendly even if she ain’t as affectionate as the rest---willin’ to give everyone a try. Problem is, she can get too friendly, too curious, an’ that spells trouble if you don’t keep an eye on her an’ she does things like try to eat make-up cake or lipstick which is how she ended up here an’ starts tryin’a commune with dogs who’re less friendly than Cadbury could be. She’s best as an indoor cat, outdoors only an’ only if you’ve got her on a harness, no matter how much outdoors might intrigue her.” 

A striking Ocicat poked his head out of a box before sauntering out with all the confidence of a young prince and stretching out before hem so his markings were on full display before he walked over to the water bowl next to where Delancey was and began politely drinking from it. After several sips, he straightened his back and began grooming the older cat who closed her eyes contently. “Ram Dass is a gentleman, kinda like Cadbury is. He was born here---his mother came to us pregnant an’ was adopted out a while back so he’s young an’ this place is all the home and the family he knows so in his case, I can guarantee that he’ll have no problem with a multi-pet household since that was the way he was raised here. Thing with him is he’s always concerned, which is a thing that happens when you’re raised in an environment where y’know.  Hurt cats an’ dogs are comin’ in every week an’ some of ‘em don’t make it an’ he sort of gets what’s goin’ on---he seems to be aware that livin’ things suffer an’ die an’ he’s always goin’ around checkin’ on his mates makin’ sure they’re OK an’ even the humans who’re tendin’ to him, so if he’s yowlin’ an’ demandin’ to be let into the toilet with you, know that he just doesn’t want you to be hurt or summat an’ he’s gonna check on you just in case.” 

A nondescript bundle of fur nestled in a small hammock came to life as the last cat of the lot raised his head sleepily in their direction and after a split second of deciding on whether they were worth getting up for and investigating, yawned long and wide before settling down for another nap.

“Dorian. As in Dorian Grey. He’s spoiled silly, this one, an’ goddamn if he don’t know that he’s pretty. Got one of those owners who picked him up when he was small an’ cute an’ didn’t want to deal with him when he got older an’ started showin’ normal cat behavior. He’s always cool an’ calm---he don’t approach you, you approach him, there’s always a set number of strokes, six in all before he decides he’s had enough attention, an’ he can’t deal with normal cat food---dunno what he was fed as a kid but he can’t digest store-brand cat food without throwin’ it up so it’s got to be one of the vet-approved brands with little to no filler. He’s lazy as shit an’ is content with sleepin’ on the couch or your lap for most of the day, which is good because ain’t no one got time to be pickin’ fights with dogs, certainly not this homeboy.” Roman placed his hand on the glass, chuckling to himself as Meena and Tracy batted at it from the other side which made it look like they were offering him high-fives.  He straightened his back and turned around to face Becky before waving his hand at the door next to the window.  “Your call when you wanna go in or if you wanna go in first so they get to know you before you bring in Cadbury. You take as long as you want to know ‘em. I’ll be out here if you need me aight?” 

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