#maybe i will make a custom pot to sit in the top of it

[hellenhighwater]

I'm getting this thing, which is made of glass, and is SO stupid and I love it

And it's gotta go somewhere in here, obviously, but this room is getting kinda full

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Candles and Cuddles | Azriel x Reader

Summary: You take Azriel to get a personal wax mold of your hands intertwined, and after overcoming insecurity, settle into each other’s warm embrace.

Word Count: ~ 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of past injuries, scars, insecurities, fluff, nothing bad.

A/N: Really liked writing this, hope you enjoy it <3

Requests are open!

You had originally gotten the idea when you’d seen all sorts of cute pictures of couples getting wax molds and melts of them holding hands in a heart shape or fingers interlocked. It was, in your opinion, positively adorable, and so you decided to drag your mate along with you for this particular adventure.

“What, pray tell, are we looking for?”

Azriel’s deep voice, calm and gleaming with curiosity, spoke softly. His head was tilted slightly to the side as you walked excitedly down the bustling streets of Velaris, your soft hand holding his larger, scarred one and pulling him gently along.

The children played in the streets, vendors calling out their prices as some roamed the streets with baskets of fresh products or supplies to try or test, hopefully, to lure in some customers. It was a warm evening, a cool breeze blowing through that lifted the autumn leaves to stir around your feet, only to settle in piles before being further blown away, or gathered into piles as the children jumped into them.

“It’s a surprise, Az, you’ll know when we get there!”

You said, being drawn into the direction of one street corner by the warm light coming from the building, only to find exactly what you were looking for with a quiet sound of triumph.

A small smile graced Azriel’s face as he peered down at you curiously, studying your happy smile and the twinkle in your eyes, one that spoke of joy, and an innocence he would gladly protect with his life.

“You’re going to love this, it’s so cute.”

You said, eagerly entering the store hand in hand with him. He ducked to avoid the top of the doorframe, wings folding in tightly to not disrupt anything inside of the small business. His shadows curiously observed and watched, taking in information on the surroundings on instinct.

There was a small desk at the front with a woman who he assumed was running the main operation, and to the left of it in another open room were pots full of different colored melted max, with a few other people already dipping a dry white base into it to make their own custom candle. It looked..intriguing, he would admit. He was ashamed that he’d never come to see all these small thriving businesses in Velaris.

“Come on!”

You said, bursting at the seams with excitement as you paid the woman up front and eagerly pulled him along to the wax room. He’d been so caught up in thinking he’d missed your entire conversation with the other female. Oops.

He patiently followed along, until you were both standing in front of a blue wax pot, a deep, rich blue like the siphons he had. Blue was a nice color. Maybe even his favorite.

“See? We dip our hands in together, and it makes a wax outline we can keep.”

You explained, beaming up at him. He returned the smile, a warm one spreading across his lips as he intertwined his hand with yours.

“I understand, love.”

He replied, waiting for you to begin moving first before submerging both of their hands in the melted wax, letting it sit a bit before pulling it out and dipping it again, and that went on for a few more layers until both of your hands were covered in a thick layer of blue dried wax, about the consistency of a babybell cheese wrapper.

A worker came over and helped you both get the wax off of your hands, leaving the mold of your hands together before the worker spoke up. It was a male with short brown hair and ghoulish skin, and distinctly Fae eyes in a shade of chocolate brown. Maybe a mix between a ghoul and Fae? The shadows seemed to think so as well.

“We could use the wax mold to make a quick concrete markup?”

He offered, at which you eagerly nodded.

“I’d love that, how long would it take?”

You asked, at which the worker simply waved a hand.

“Not long, only like, five minutes. We got a new concrete mix, the stuff works like magic! I wouldn’t be surprised if there isn’t some sort of enchantment on it…”

The worker went on, before seeming to realize he was rambling and giving a little chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’ll have it ready for you in five, just take a seat somewhere.”

He said, gesturing to some of the seats in the small business area, before walking off to the back room with you and Azriel’s wax mold in hand. You both went and sat down next to each other, and he tried to pull you on his lap. You gave him a look. He only smirked.

“What? Shouldn’t we save space for any other potential weary customers?”

He asked with a playful tone, still smirking, at which you laughed and shook your head in fond exasperation, finally sighing and sliding onto his lap.

A few minutes later, the worker returned, the wax mold gone, but with concrete of you and Azriel’s hands intertwined together. He smiled and gave it to you, and after paying a bit extra for the stone structure.

After walking back home, and a short flight, you triumphantly set the stone structure on your favorite bookshelf in a space with good visibility.

“Don’t you love it?”

You asked Azriel with a happy grin, leaning back into him. He nodded, but when you glanced back at him, you saw a hint of worry and hesitation in his gaze. You turned to face him, wondering what was wrong. Had you done something to upset him? Had the wax made his sensitive, scarred hands start aching?

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You asked, one hand sliding up to his cheek to move his face so he was looking down at you. He hesitated before speaking. That was odd. He never hesitated much, if ever.

“You don’t think my hand looks a bit…out of place? With all the..scarring against your smooth skin?”

His now tentative and quiet voice asked, eyes studying the structure with a meticulous gaze, picking apart every minor detailing of his winding burn scars the wax mold had picked up, and the contrast of it against your smooth, soft skin. You pulled his gaze back to yours, taking his hands in yours.

“No. Not at all. Your hands are perfect just the way they are, and they look perfect in mine, and they belong there. If you ever start talking about them like that again, I’m revoking hand privileges for a week.”

He raised a brow because of the last statement but seemed a bit comforted by your statement, going to pull his hands away, but you wouldn’t let him, instead going to kiss every inch of his scarred hands until he was a blushing mess, his shadows looking more purple than usual as they crossed and danced around you in an embrace.

“Alright, love.”

He murmured, a small smile gracing his lips as he began gently pulling you towards the bed, a sign that he wanted to go to bed. You laughed softly, relenting as you pulled your bra off from under your loose shirt, tossing it onto the floor as you crawled into bed.

Azriel shimmied out of his leathers and crawled into bed wearing only his boxers, settling under the blankets before wrapping his arms and wings around you in a cocooning embrace, his head in the hollow of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent as he allowed himself to relax.

“Goodnight, Azzie, love you.”

You murmured, already sleepy. He smiled against your skin, shadows dancing before gently settling around you and him, before closing his eyes and replying.

“Goodnight, love.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unmanageable 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Pete Brenner

Summary: your manager sets his eye on your (plus!reader)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The ding of a bell jolts you. You sit back, pushing your glasses up to rub your eyes as you wait. You don’t hear anything. You sigh. 

You drop your glasses back to the bridge of your nose and get up. Your neck and shoulders hurt from slouching at your screen. You cross the office and swing your door open. You swiftly turn and thump on the door next to yours. 

“Customers,” you call through, irritated not only by your co-workers' current neglect by the chaotic morning. 

You march back to your office and send a glance towards the counter. You find a man and woman watching you from the other side. You vaguely recognise them but you cant never keep the names straight. Maybe that’s why you never could sort out the tangled threads of the town gossip. 

You huff and settle back in to the eye crossing work. You really don’t get it. They have no shame. Caught and they’re still messing around. The walls aren’t thick enough to block out the giggles or Pete’s low tones. 

You yawn and lift your thermos. You peer into the empty metal cylinder and clunk it back down. Damn it. You can’t even make a fresh pot. 

You yawn at the clock in the corner of the screen and carry on. The day will be over soon and you can go home and zone out with some Balder’s Gate. You’ve been waiting to try that one. 

A knock at the door disturbs your internal monologue. You sit up and look over the monitor. Before you can get up or answer, the door opens. The person on the other side doesn’t surprise you, especially as he lets himself in. 

Pete gives a crooked grin as he stands just inside the door, “you busy?” He doesn’t wait. He steps further inside and turns slightly, clinging to the door handle, “you want this shut?” 

Before you can tell him yes, close it from the outside, he snaps it shut and faces you. He tucks his hands in his pocket and approaches your desk. He stops just on the other side. 

“So, uh, I just wanted to have a chat,” he begins, “about the bell. You know, next time someone rings it, you can just help them.” 

You blink and take off your glasses, cleaning the lenses with the cloth your keep in the case, “I’m not a teller.” 

“Yeah, sure, but you can ask them what they need,” he suggests, “you know, before you bother me and Marska.” 

“Mm, that’s not in my job description,” you put your glasses back on and zero in on the screen. 

“Right, but it takes two seconds,” he counters. 

You look at him again, your hand on the mouse. You stare dully over the top of the monitor. It’s not your responsibility to cover them while they fuel the rumour mill. You flick your eyes back down and click. 

“I am the manager,” he says. 

You nod and type rapidly, clacking loudly. He clears his throat and shifts. He moves a little closer as you ignore him for the binary on your screen. 

“So you need to listen to me,” he puts his hand on the top of the monitor, stumbling as the arm that holds it up dips with his weight. He quickly rights himself and retracts his hand. You fix the screen on the floating mount and bite the inside of your lip. 

“I heard you,” you mutter. 

“Alright, so next time you hear the bell, you can just zip up to the front,” he claps his hands. 

“No,” you say. 

“But you said--” 

“I’m not a teller,” you repeat. “That’s Marska’s job.” 

“Okay, but when she’s busy--” 

“She should be working,” you insist as you go back to typing. 

“Huh,” he sucks his teeth, “I see.” 

You narrow your eyes in an effort to keep them from rolling. You sniff and don’t stop. He wastes enough of your time with his bad behaviour. 

“I get it, you’re jealous.” 

You snort, “jealous?” 

You stop and raise your eyes once more. 

“Yeah, sure, makes sense. You sit in this office all day. Alone. And you hear us having a bit of fun and you want some of that,” he smirks and tilts his head, his floppy hair falling forward. “sweetheart, if you want in on it, you just have to say so.” 

“Ew.” 

He hesitates, “ew?” 

“Not interested,” your fingers flit over the keyboard effortlessly as the front sears into your vision. 

“Hey, look, if I knew earlier you were feeling like that--” 

“I just said I’m not interested,” you snip without tearing your eyes from the screen. “And I am definitely not--” 

He grabs the monitor again, this time pulling it away from you. You cringe in frustration and sit back, crossing your arms. You grit your teeth, ready to say something very unprofessional. 

“It was you, wasn’t it?” He asks. 

“What? It was me, what?” You squint. 

“You told her.” 

“Who?” 

“You fucking snitched on me to my wife,” his grin disappears, “I’ve been trying to figure it out all day but I shoulda known--” 

“What? I don’t even know your wife,” you scowl. “And I don’t give a crap about whatever you’re doing or whoever you’re doing it with.” 

“Bullshit,” he sneers, “it makes sense. You can’t have me so you go and tattle,” he accuses, “that’s sad. Real sad. But what’s a girl like you gonna do?” 

“I didn’t tell your wife,” you insist and reach for the monitor.  

As you grab the side of the screen, he latches onto your wrist. You try to rip your arm away but he squeezes tights. He keeps a solid grip on you as you wrench your hand helplessly. 

“You did it. I know it.” 

“I didn’t--” 

“You’re going to regret that, sweetie,” he snarls as he yanks you so hard you roll forward and your ribs hit the desk. “Don’t forget, I’m in charge here.” 

“Let me go--” 

As you pull again, he releases you and the chair tilts dangerous but the wheels save you from a topple. You rub your wrist as you grimace at him. He plants his hand on your desk and bends forward. 

“You want it so bad, baby, well, I’m gonna give it to you,” he winks.  

[confessions-of-a-monster-freak]

To the root of the problem - Hanta Sero

Prompt: “You are one insult away from starting a war” WC: 5647

Synopsis: You have a weather manipulation quirk (Can control cloud formations and weather-related phenomena) and own a flower and plant shop. 

This is set after the end of the manga, Sero is 24 in this. 

This is the first of (probably) many prompt challenges of mine. This took me about three days of writing, so we'll see how long it takes for me to get through my little jar of prompts.

As always, notes and reblogs are appreciated <3 (I know people here don't like the like system cause it doesn't get it out there on people's feeds, but I don't care! I like knowing someone enjoyed or "bookmarked" My stuff!)

Warnings: Snarky jerks.

This was the third time this week that the plant display in the front of the shop had been vandalized, destroyed, or even knocked around. This was driving me nuts, I didn’t have the money for cameras, but I was contemplating it if I needed it for sure. At this point I was just contemplating sitting outside my shop for hours waiting to see who did it.

I was trying so hard to make the front of the shop look enticing to people, to get more business. Or even just have people come in and look around and remember that my shop existed. But this happening was really dampening my hopes. Several thoughts that competitors might be doing it to try and drive me out of the market had crossed my mind. I tried to keep those thoughts away. There had to be some good florists out there that weren’t cruel.

“I have no idea who's doing it,” I lamented to one of my workers, or better yet my only worker. This florist and plant shop was a dream come true, but now it was starting to turn into a nightmare. I originally wanted to be a hero, to help people. But the turbulence that came with my quirk made me rethink, to the point that I just wanted to see people smile. Leading me to open this shop. To see people smile when presented with a customized bouquet, or even a new plant of their own.

“I mean you could just call an agency and see if they’d help,” He suggested. Reaching up and putting a plant away.  We were taking the damaged plants from outside and trying to keep them out of reach. I held a poor aloe that had been shaken out of its pot. I'd just tried to salvage it but I had a feeling it wasn’t going to make it. If it did it was going to become the shop's “Luckiest Plant”, replacing the snake plant that had been set on fire due to a cigarette butt being thrown into it.

I thought about what he said, my sign had also been shattered. That was going to come out of my own pocket instead of the shop's budget. It was too much to weigh it against the shop as is. Even the orders for more flowers were going to cut it close. I thumbed over one of the aloe leaves. Feeling the cold smoothness of the exterior before my fingers traced over the spines.

“What pro would sit outside a floristry shop to see who's kicking my plants over?” I expressed eventually, rolling my eyes, setting the plant up on a shelf, and hoping it didn’t die. I sometimes hated that I didn’t have a plant-based quirk, especially since my grandpa had one. But what could I say? I got lucky with weather manipulation. If you could call having to think every emotion through luck.

“An extremely bored one” He countered and went into the back. Leading me to sigh as I took my place behind the counter. I didn’t have any orders today, if I were to have one I could maybe relax. They always seemed to help me calm down. I was hoping that my sour mood wouldn’t result in me drenching the back of the counter again. I’d once gotten so upset that I’d caused a storm inside the shop. That was a nightmare to manage. It caused the only other employee I had to quit and refuse to come back.

I sat behind the counter, writing down some potential arrangements for the next seasons of florals. I needed to get on top of these as well as get ahead of the game. It was difficult. Especially since the people I was competing with were people with plant-related quirks. Not weather manipulation. It made caring for the plants easier, that was definite. But it didn’t mean I could grow the amount of flowers or plants I needed instantly. I had to order from gardeners, and whilst they appreciated the old way of business, my pockets did not.

I heard the door open and waited. My face still looking at my notebook as I scribbled out one of the flowers. Poinsettias were so hard to style, but I wanted to try one that didn’t involve Christmas. I was thinking that something in late autumn would look good with a poinsettia in it, I just had to figure out the other flowers before I could test. Those fake florals really did come in handy.

Normally people would look around for a bit before approaching the counter. We rarely got new customers. I would regularly get doubted for my abilities, especially since I didn’t have plant manipulation or something similar. I still very much appreciated the regulars I had, they constantly praised me for my work and tried to keep it as regular as their salaries would allow. 

“Uh…Hey” I looked up at the voice, spotting a man awkwardly standing in front of me. He looked about my age and seemed strangely familiar. Like I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I knew him from.

“Can I help you?” I asked, waiting for a response but he seemed hesitant to say anything. I paused and shot a quick glance up, figuring my quirk had manifested again.  “Sorry,” I said as I noticed the cloud that was swirling. A subconscious habit was my quirk would tell my mood. Such as now the turbulent thunderstorm cloud was voicing my displeasure. “Subconscious habit” I added as an afterthought. He then seemed more comfortable speaking. I forced the cloud to change to a fluffy one to try and keep him from seeming discouraged about talking.

“I wanted to come in and apologize, I’ve been the one knocking over your display” He started and then stopped himself. Apparently, the cloud was back. I could now feel my hair moving. I was certain a small funnel had started to form. I tried to keep my face calm and even out my breathing. I did not need this to turn into a repeat of flooding the store. I felt it start to slow down and shrink and listened as he continued.

“For some reason every time I patrol here villains come the same way. I try to steer them away and they won’t budge. They run into it, I run into it. They’ve thrown some plants at me too” He explained, trying to speed up his explanation probably due to fear of the suddenness of my quirk. 

I felt it suddenly stop, “You’re a pro hero?” I inquired, feeling it start to disperse. Leave it to me to assume that it was someone just being spiteful, and hateful. I felt awful that I had made such a harsh assumption straight off the bat. As well as not hearing him out fully before my emotions got the better of me.

“Yes, Cellophane” He answered and stuck out his hand. “I came to apologize and offer to pay for the damages” He added, I shook his hand and then turned around to the shelf of plants that needed extra attention. The only ones I was concerned about were the Moth Orchids and the Aloe. I let out a hum, trying to remember if any other plants had been damaged. 

I paused, thinking about it. Before sitting back down and clicking on the prices for the damaged plants. “I thought about staying up late to see who was wrecking my front” I started with a laugh. “Rory back there said I should ask a pro to check it out” I continued, finishing the prices before showing him the total. Cellophane laughed, paying for the plants and setting his card back into his wallet. Cellophane was one of the few heroes I didn’t hear much about. I knew he was around, I’d seen him on the news a few times. But I had no idea that he was regularly in my area.

“I thought it was one of my competitors honestly” I voiced, standing up to move the damaged plants around so they wouldn’t be sold and could be monitored. If anything I was going to take them home to watch them. I stretched to grab the aloe before turning around and setting it on the counter.

“What makes you think your competitors would trash your store?” He inquired, tilting his head as I moved pots around. Setting them on the counter so I could move them to the back and have Rory take over front duty for a bit. I needed to set them under some UV light and monitor them whilst I was at the store today.

“I’m the only florist shop in this town that isn’t owned by someone with a plant-based quirk” I answered, looking up before snapping my fingers and the plants around the shop now getting their own personal rain cloud to be watered. I was going to do it manually since it’d be a slow day. But I decided to showcase my quirk for a bit.

“The other shops are owned and managed by people with plant-based quirks. They also don’t seem to like me that much” I added as an afterthought. I’d only ever met one of my competitors and that was by chance. They were very rude and judgmental. I never went back, even to that part of the city.

“Awesome” He commented, walking up to one of the plants and poking the cloud. Making me laugh a bit. Some people were fascinated with my quirk, others were wary. It could be difficult to control, especially for a young kid who would throw temper tantrums and cause a catastrophic thunderstorm as a result.

“Comes in handy, I can’t grow the plants without time, but I can care for them better than others” I admitted, stopping some of the clouds and flicking the light to give some UV to them. I knocked on the door to the back to catch Rory’s attention. Hearing shuffling as he opened the door and I shoved the plants into his arms. “Put these on my desk please,” I asked and he grumbled but relented. 

“Thank you for saying it was you. If you need flowers you know where to go” I said to Cellophane as he was observing some of the plants. He turned and offered me a smile, I then ducked into the back room to have Rory take point whilst I could take inventory of the plants we had and others I’d have to order.

As I sat down at the desk I reached over to the aloe, gently thumbing over its leaves. Letting out a heavy breath I settled into the desk. I’d yet to get a massive order for arrangements. Most of the orders I had that I got to do were from the elderly who wanted flowers for their significant others, or families who wanted gravesite flowers. I needed to change that. 

I started looking into up and coming festivals where I could potentially get out there. There were a few, but I’d need some more money to get a booth. I’d have to dig through my parent’s place for the tables and how to set it up. But it was possible. I was just hoping the regulars would come soon.

Days later I was outside of the shop, taking a small break to bask in the sun for a moment. The back room could get quite dark, with only the UV lamps and the small light bars I used for arrangements back there. The sun was welcome as I took in a breath and felt the weather shift around me. The clouds that had started to block the sun totally shifted away. I smiled, to think I’m capable of causing a hurricane, and yet can hardly control the subconscious effects of my quirk.

I walked back into the store and started to tend to the plants hanging off the walls of the shop. Some needed to be pruned, others needed watering. I was going to take my time today, slow it down, and keep my thoughts straight. Rory had called out due to a family emergency so it was just me. As much of a help as he was, Rory could be behind on things.

I started to snip at one of the snake plants, removing dead leaves, or ones that would compromise its growth. I heard the bell jingle signaling I had a customer. I turned over my shoulder with a “Hello!” shooting a quick look before going back to my pruning. Then I did a double take and turned around. Cellophane was back, I wasn’t expecting to see him back this soon, or even at all for that matter.

“Hey, I need some help making a bouquet” He started, approaching me again. “I am…Clueless as to what they like and figured you might be able to help” He said, tilting his head at what I was doing. “What are you doing to the plant?” He asked, picking up one of the pruned leaves.

“Pruning” I answered, “When a plant creates more leaves than it can handle, or uses too much energy, parts of it start to die. I’m getting rid of both dying leaves or leaves that shouldn't be growing yet because they are still too young” I answered, “And absolutely. I don’t have many flowers in stock at the moment, but I do have some” I tacked on at the end. Walking to the counter where I stored the shears in the drawer before pulling out my floral catalog. One of the few things I enjoyed doing other than arranging flowers, was making binders filled with things. I had one of the mock arrangements, one with seasonal arrangements, and of course, the catalog of flowers I had access to and could buy.

“First date?” I inquired, flipping through to the back where I had an in-stock index. It took more time to do a weekly index, but it was worth it. And now I could properly see how many flowers I actually had. I was correct in assuming I had a small supply, but it was still enough for a bouquet. If maybe just by a smidge.

“Not exactly, more as a gesture of wanting a date,” He said leaning over the counter as I flipped back to the actual catalog. “Any suggestions?” He asked, looking as I marked pages.

“Most florists would tell you roses, but I say they are just trying to scam you as those are the most expensive flowers” I started, “Personally I love gardenias and camellias. But for you, since it's a gesture,” I continued, ducking down again and pulling out an almanac I’d written out. There were many different flower symbols and I had to comb through them. I decided a hard copy would come in handy. I quickly flipped through to my romantic cheat sheet.

“Gardenias, calla lilies, hibiscus, and some ferns and aster” I stated and then looked up to find that in the book. Once I did I flipped through them and snuck a quick glance at my index. I had them in stock. I typically used them in some of my regular bouquets, so in my mind they were worth keeping on hand.

“I’ll trust your word, you are the florist after all” He laughed making me smile, I normally didn’t get much freedom with these things. I was excited to get to do this. Especially since it was a pro and I didn’t get much business at all. 

“Let me ring you up and I can go get that all fixed up if you don’t mind waiting?” I offered, sliding the binders away and grabbing a pen to write everything down on my hand. I barely kept paper around the store. It always ended up getting lost or even damp by some stray rain droplets from my clouds.

He nodded and I scribbled the flowers away onto my palm before I typed it into the register. “It might be a bit if someone else comes in. It’s just me today” I added as he paid and it went through. I put the binders away and tucked the pen into one of my pockets.

“I’ll make sure no one steals anything” He jested, laughing at the face I made. Quickly I ducked into the back of the shop to pull the flowers out. As I pulled the tubs out, I balanced them as best I could before setting them on my workstation. Then I flailed for a minute to find the bouquet paper and ties.  Once that happened I took a deep breath to focus on my quirk. If I tried hard enough I could adjust the temperature. It was hard, but I could do it if I focused enough.

I felt the back room heat up just slightly and pushed harder until it was more comfortable for me to work. It was really cold in the back of the store, especially due to the fridges that we had to keep the flowers fresh. It also was too expensive to run a heater back here for long periods. I wasn’t good with manipulating temperature all that much, but I could if I pushed myself hard enough.

I quickly pulled out flowers and gently woke them up with some stimulation. Laying them into the prepared paper and arranging them in the way I had in my head. Once I was sure they were set, I folded the paper over, grabbed some ribbon, and tied it the best I could into a bow. I wasn’t the best with fancy big bows, Rory was better than me at that, but it still looked pretty to me.

I grabbed the tubs of flowers and felt the temperature start to drop again as I lessened my focus on the temperature and more on not dropping my flowers. Once they were settled in the fridge again, I walked over to the table. Gently picking up the bouquet and walking out of the back to where I left Cellophane waiting.

“Here it is” I said and gently handed it over, watching his face morph into surprise at seeing it. He then properly grabbed it and tried to keep it from falling over. Or falling apart, but I made sure I tied it tight enough that it wouldn’t. At least I hoped it wouldn’t, but I knew I tied tightly, and had a good deal of trust in my skills.

“It looks…Amazing, holy cow,” He expressed, he had an awestruck look all over his face as he looked at the bouquet.  I smiled slightly at the expression. I still had a lot of growth to do with my arrangements. However, I had limited access to actual practice. Maybe I should advertise a course.

“I’m sure they’ll like it.” I insisted, “If this bouquet doesn’t get you two to start talking about a date, then I’ll try again” I jested, grinning as I picked my pruning shears up again. Once he left I’d start to prune again. Especially since it would be slow after this.

“Well then, I need to introduce myself properly if I’m going to be coming back here” He started, and again presented his hand to me. “Hanta Sero,” He said as I took his hand and shook it. I gave him my name, feeling that it was right to do so. As I pulled back my hand he took a look at the clock behind the counter before bidding me farewell.

After he left I got back to pruning, snipping away slowly through the shop’s plants. I kept running through if I should do that festival, and if any of the competitors would be there. I decided I’d ask for Rory’s opinion once he got back. Even if it was just a small booth I could still get myself out there. It wasn’t that large of a festival, but I was hopeful that I could maybe sell some of the propagated plants or even some small arrangements. 

The rest of the day went rather fast, I spent most of the day tending to the plants. Then the back half of it was creating an index of what I could bring to the festival. As well as how much I could make by getting myself out there. I’d need tables, tablecloths, and a sign for my shop. I was sure I could call upon some sort of crafting and creative energy to make one in a hurry if I needed to.

I did one last sweep of the shop as I stood at the door. Checking things off as I did. The UV lamps were set on their timer, and the back door was locked. The lights were off. All I needed to do now was lock the door and I’d be set for home. I opened the door and walked out, closing it behind me and locking up my store for the day.

I turned back around only to jump at the appearance of someone behind me. I took a step back but then realized it was Cellophane. In costume no less, he was clearly on patrol, or at least should be. Instead of being about keeping an eye on the streets in the early evening, he was standing outside of my store in full gear no less.

“Hi,” I laughed slightly, “Coming to make sure there are no plants to be thrown at you?” I teased lightly, earning a laugh from him. I didn’t realize how detailed his suit actually was, being this close made me question how flexible the material actually was. I wondered if it was sturdy enough to handle repeated ware if that was the case, that type of material would be good for my arranging table.

“Yes, and to do this” He jested slightly, then turned his tone more serious. Making me blink out of my thoughts as he brought out the bouquet he’d bought from me earlier. It was still in perfect condition. “I figured this would be a good bridge to friendship, and maybe a date” He grinned under his mask. He seemed a bit bashful at the notion but seemed pretty confident in his decision.

I took the bouquet from him and laughed softly, “Of course you’d go to the florist who you’re trying to impress” I laughed, holding onto the bouquet with a smile. Gently tucking it close to my body to keep it safe. “Well, you certainly have that bridge now. Drinks?” I offered, tilting my head. “Of course when you aren’t on patrol and when I’m not working” I added quickly considering he should be patrolling.

“Sounds good, number to contact you?” He inquired, I fumbled around for a second, trying to find a piece of paper and a pen before finding a pen and being presented with some tape. I raised a brow at that but wrote my number down and playfully stuck it on the side of his helmet. 

“That way you won’t lose it. See you around” I waved as I started to walk away, smiling as I now seemed to have a new friend. As well as probably a new customer.

The festival was finally here, I was buzzing with excitement as I set up with the help of Rory and Sero. Sero was insistent on helping me set up and at least be there to start the festival. Over the past week, we’d grown quite good friends. Sometimes meeting up for lunch, or drinks and dinner if he wasn’t working nights. It was nice to have him help too. His quirk helped greatly with hanging the sign and keeping my tablecloths on my tables.

“Is it wrong to not be nervous?” I asked aloud as I sat down on my chair. Grabbing my water bottle and taking a few sips. For once I didn’t feel anxious. I felt comfortable being out here in the booth, it could be that I was outside and not in a little shop.

“Yes,” Rory answered, dragging a cooler over. “But the good thing is you won’t accidentally zap me with lightning” He teased, glancing up at me as he dragged the cooler around. “I said I was sorry Nao!” I whined, using his actual name for once. I’d given him the nickname Rory because of his quirk. It was a pun really, he had a big cat quirk. One that gave him ears and a tail. But most importantly he could roar like one of those big cats. Hence the nickname “Rory”.

“That’s happened?” Sero asked with a slight laugh, he’d heard some of the horror stories that were associated with my quirk. He sat down next to me in Rory’s chair. Smiling at me before turning his attention to my employee. Setting his hand on top of mine. There hadn’t been an official title put to us. But I knew he had an intention of dating eventually. So for now, really good friends is what we call it.

“Yes, they’ve gotten so anxious that a thundercloud appeared and zapped me whilst I was walking near them. I didn’t even do anything!” He explained, leading to more laughter from Sero and me sighing. I knew he understood that it was an accident, but it was still slightly embarrassing that I didn’t have full conscious control of my quirk.

“Hey there aren't any clouds now, so you can’t say anything” I countered and he scoffed. His ears twitch as he settles the cooler around the back of the booth.  Standing back up straight as his tail flicked behind him. He crossed his arms and looked at me pointedly.

“Only because you’re making it to where there are no clouds” He argued back, taking a step back from the tent I rented. He was right on that part, it was supposed to be cloudy with little sun and a fair chance of rain today. However, I was determined to make this festival work today.

I gave up the fight and relaxed into my chair, we still had some time before the festival actually began. As well as the fact that Sero had some meetings to go to. He did promise he’d be back with lunch though. Resulting in some interesting conversation between all of us. Quirk-related or not, even some random stories from back in school before the people started to flood in, and Sero left.

Lunch was now upon us, and I was fixing my display. I’d actually been doing really well, people were interested in my arrangements, as well as my small aloe and snake plants that I’d been selling. I’d sold about half of my stock that I’d brought so far, and given out more business cards than I thought I would.

“I have to say, you were right, this was a good idea” Rory admitted, pulling out the crates of potted plants from under the table to help me restock. He’d been pessimistic about this turning out good, but so far we’d covered the rentals as well as the fee to be here in the first place, and we still had more money on top of that. I could actually buy more flowers now, or even some ads around town.

“I knew this would be good for us” I agreed, happily fixing my display and brushing some stray dirt off of the table. We hadn’t had any plants fall, or any pots break and I was now starting to be optimistic about selling out of my stock before the end of the festival, or getting close to it.

“So you sell plants” A voice called out from behind me, I turned to see a man in nice clothes. They weren’t out of place per se, but they were of a high quality. He looked to have some money, or at least appeared to have some money. Regardless he was still a potential customer.

“And floral items too. Though I don’t have many of those at the moment as those sold really fast” I answered with a smile, greeting the man. However, I did start to suspect something when I heard a low rumble of a growl from Rory. It was quiet, but there. Even if only I could hear it.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like?” I questioned, keeping in mind Rory’s growl. He normally didn’t have a reaction like that. But when he did it was his feline instincts telling him something was wrong. He’d yet to be wrong so far.

“I wanted to see what my competition was, apparently not much if you can’t grow your stock immediately,” He said, a small smirk on his face. So he was one of my competitors, he didn’t have to be snarky about it. I was starting to dislike this guy, I didn’t even know his name yet and I already had some disliking. What a way to introduce yourself.

“I can at least take care of my plants with individual attention” I retorted, trying to keep my temper even. The last thing I needed was to cause a scene. Especially since I was outdoors. I continued to add my stock to the table, Rory had his eyes locked on the guy behind me. His ears were perked backward and his tail was starting to lash.

“That’s because you don’t have a flowing business. If you had a good business you wouldn’t have just one employee” He continued, and I was starting to grow annoyed. He had insulted my quirk first, then my business, and now my employee who I considered a friend. He was really pushing my buttons here.

“You are one insult away from starting a war” I warned, I was doing my best to focus on my plants. The succulents needed to be over here, closer to the setting sun. I could put the ivy and the snake plants on the other side. Focus on the plants, ignore him, and keep your emotions calm.

��A war you’d lose” I turned on my heel at that, gripping an aloe plant pot tightly in my hand. I walked up to the guy. My hand started to shake from the force I held the pot. I was surprised I didn’t crack or shatter it immediately.

“You are patronizing” A step forward, he took a step back. He furrowed his brow at my sudden approach, but there was no way I was stopping until I had said my piece, or gotten him to back the hell off.

“Snarky” Another step forward, and he took another step back. At this point, he started to look genuinely afraid. I didn’t consider myself scary in any regard, but maybe it was the fact I didn’t stop approaching him that did it.

“Narcissist who can’t see anything other than his own ego” By this point we were outside of my tent. “Who thinks he is better than everyone because he has a quirk that can make him good money. Well, I actually like being a florist, I’m not in it for the money like you, you selfish jerk!” I continued on my rant before I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back.

“Calm down” It was Sero, he’d come back with his lunch. “You’re forming funnel clouds” He added, gently squeezing my shoulder. I could see out of my peripheral vision that he had his attention locked on the guy in front of me. Almost protectively in a sense. I looked up, seeing that I had in fact started to form a thunderstorm. Lightning was crackling in the clouds above me, as well as it had started to rotate ever so slightly.  I took in a deep breath, before exhaling out slowly. The clouds turned from deep grey to white slowly, and the rotation stopped as well. Before finally the cloud had dissipated completely and the blue sky was left behind.

“The next time you insult my business or my employee. I won’t stop it” I warned, glaring at the man who had pissed me off in the first place. He stood shell-shocked outside of my tent, seemingly stunned at my quirk, or the fact I did it subconsciously. I walked away from Sero and back into my tent where I took in some more calming breaths. Trying to keep my emotions stable so I didn’t cause a meteorological anomaly.

Sero came back in and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “That was impressive” He expressed with a smile, making me shake my head before grabbing the bag he’d set on the table to get my lunch. “Seriously. You have a really amazing quirk” He complimented and rubbed my arm. “And that guy was just a jerk from the back half of what I heard” Rory scoffed at that, grabbing his own to-go box of food. “I have a much stronger word for him, but there are children present” He griped, opening the box and digging in. “I wish they would’ve let it form fully. I’d loved to have seen him running from a tornado, or even some lightning strikes” He added, making me laugh.

My business had increased almost tenfold after that incident, and I could finally see the man’s booth. Way further down than me, but now with limited customers compared to me. I was running out of stock even faster than I thought. Sero being there and handing out Cellophane autographs did help. But I felt pride in seeing the scowl on the man's face. I was finally on par with my competitors, and possibly. Just possibly, becoming a worthy competition to the other shops in the area.

[links-in-time]

Gay for Clay

Okay, so I wrote this ages ago and apparently I completely forgot to post it. This cosy fic is inspired by the time my girlfriend and I went to an event called Gay for Clay organised by one of our local pride teams. It was a really fun evening and it just got me thinking about Link's relationship with pottery.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this short but sweet Ravioli fic. 💜���

"Come on Mr Hero, we'll be late!" Ravio announced cheerfully, as he entered the bedroom.

His hands laiden with a tray of breakfast for the two of them. Bowls of porridge with swirls of apple sauce. A pot of tea and a jug of apple juice for after. He'd even picked a bunch of daisies while waiting for the kettle to boil, and placed them in a small vase on the corner of the trey.

His fiance, or rather, the lump under the blanket Ravio knew to be his fiance, groaned.

"Don't be like that," Ravio admonished with a strained smile. "Come on, I made your favourite for breakfast. And I'm going to make pie for dinner tonight. You love my pies."

Ravio placed the tray down gently on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed next to the lump.

"Mr Hero, don't make me make you get up!" Ravio warned, in what he hoped sounded like a serious tone.

From beneath the blankets Ravio heard the lump scoff a laugh.

"I'd like to see you try!" Came a muffled response.

A spark of mischief flared inside the Lorulian, and he dove sideways on top of the blankets. The man beneath him squealed and groaned at unwanted pressure in unpleasant places.

"... 'right, alright. G' off me Rav you loonatic!" Link moaned, waving about madly to release himself from his blanket prison. "I smell porridge and tea," he said blearily.

"Yes, you should eat it while it's still hot," Ravio remarked, picking up a bowl and spoon and shoving it towards his partner.

Link sat up a little straighter and accepted the bowl with a nod of thanks. The apple sauce was something Ravio made and had been a very welcome addition to Link's breakfasts. He swallowed several mouthfuls before he squinted at his partner.

"You're being extra nice this morning," Link said slowly, spoon half raised towards his lips.

"Am I?" Ravio replied, his eyes fixed on the teapot in his hands as he poured out a cup.

"Do you want something? Did you do something? Did Sheerow do something?"

Link listed off the usual questions. But he hesitated when Ravio didn't respond. Instead his lover just set about pouring another cup of tea. Link frowned.

"Did I do something?" He asked quietly.

"Oh Lorule No!" Ravio responded quickly, realising he'd made Link worry. "Sorry Bunny, you haven't done anything. Well, actually you have. But not to me, it's... Sorry I'm getting this all muddled up."

Link sat and stared at his fiancé, eyebrows raised as he watched the man struggle to string a sentence together. He found it funny that around strangers and customers Ravio could be the most smooth talking man you'd ever met. But face to face with his lover all alone, he could melt into a puddle of nonsense.

"Rav, what's going on? Why do I have to get up? Isn't the shop closed today?" Link asked, taking another spoon of porridge and reaching for his tea.

"Yes. So remember on your last adventure you found your way into the village pottery?"

"Ha, yeah, which time?" Link chuckled, savouring the tea and the memory.

He had no idea why, but Hylia, or perhaps it was fairies, decided to hide rupees and useful nick-nacks inside pots. It wasn't his fault that the most efficient way of extracting these items when one is in a hurry, is to simply smash them. Okay, maybe there were less destructive ways to open a pot. But hey, he was the hero of courage, not wisdom!

"Link," Ravio chided him.

Link knew he was in real trouble when Rav used that voice. They were in a very happy relationship. Complicated and strange, but happy. They hardly ever argued over anything other than Ravio's merchandise taking over the house. Never anything serious. But Ravio had just used his serious voice so Link snapped to attention.

"After the last incident the Potter complained to the princess. She decided to compensate the poor woman by decreeing that you had to help replace a portion of the pots you broke," Ravio reminded him, his voice softening.

"Oh. Yeah. I remember now. That's today?" Link replied begrudgingly.

"Yep!" Ravio was trying to stay upbeat, and not let Link spiral down into a bad mood.

"Urgh!" Link groaned.

So much for that hope.

***

Link decided not to wear his favorite red tunic and under-dress. Instead opting for one of his old green ones and a brown shirt. It meant he would have to wear trousers. But he'd rather that than ruin one of his nice skirts of dresses.

Ravio walked slightly ahead of Link as they made their way into town and meandered towards the Potters shop. Ravio waved at a few people as they passed by. It still felt a little strange for him to be out and about without his hood on. For Ravio, he often still felt like a stranger in Link's Hyrule. But after an episode where Ravio had collapsed due to heat stroke on one particularly hot day, his boyfriend had convinced him to leave the hood and scarf at home from then on.

Those who didn't know about their relationship often assumed they were brothers. Their near identical features often lead people to think they were twins. If not for their hair of course. But given that Link had changed his hair colour a few times, people didn't really think it odd that Ravio's was jet black.

As they neared the pottery the owner appeared at the door and caught sight of them. For a split second Link thought about turning and sprinting in the other direction. But when he saw the woman smiling and waving at them, he knew there was no point in trying to run. He'd have to do his duty and obey his sister's ruling. After all, he'd done that plenty of times with much more at stake than today.

"Good morning gentlemen," the potter greeted them.

She was a little younger than forty with dark brown, flyaway hair and eyes to match. A short woman with a warm smile. She wore a simple gray dress and a bright blue apron over the top.

"Morning Miss Rainna," Ravio smiled broadly. "Lovely day!"

"It is," she replied, trying to catch Link's eye.

Sheerow suddenly careened into her view and fluttered on to Rainna's shoulder.

"Oh, hello there little one. I didn't see you," she chuckled, giving Sheerow a little belly rub as he puffed out his chest. "Good morning to you too."

"Link, I'm glad to see you today. I was, perhaps a little worried you might not come," Rainna admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground.

"I'm sorry you thought so," Link replied. He brushed past Ravio to stand before the woman. His gaze was also downcast. "I'm also sorry for my behaviour. I have no excuse for destroying your property and, though I'm here at the behest of the Princess, I also wish to make amends. What is a hero if he cannot help the people he swears to protect?"

Ravio looked at his partner in silent amazement. It was at moments like this he thought Link really showed who he was born to be. Not the grouchy late riser who complained all the time because his adventures had worn him down. But the humble, loyal man who had fought for his homeland and it's people time and time again. The Link who was at heart, a good man.

"Thank you Link, and who knows, you might even enjoy yourself in my shop."

***

As Link sat at the strange machine in front of him, Ravio at a similar station to his left, Link eyed the pots and jugs around the room. The back room of Rainna's shop was her workshop, a room filled from floor to ceiling with shelves. Most of the shelves contained pots of varying sizes. But also plates, bowls, jugs and cups. Anything and everything that could be worked from clay could be found in Rainna's shop.

His heart raced at the thought of breaking open every single one of them to see what might be hiding inside.

"Right, I'll show you the basics," Rainna announced, settling herself at a station in front of the two boys. "Then perhaps you can help each other out after that?"

She began by forming a ball of fresh clay and throwing it onto the spinning disc in front of her. Link was surprised by the force with which she slapped it down into the center of the disc. As the wheel span and the ball of clay spun with it, Rainna used her hands to cup and shape the ball until it stretched out into a long thick-

Link blinked. A laugh caught in his throat. Beside him he could feel Ravio tense as they both watched the demonstration.

Rainna worked the long piece of stretched out clay back down into a ball, adding a splash of water from a nearby bucket to prevent it drying out. She pressed her thumbs into the ball and began to widen it out to form a hole in the center. Link swore he thought he heard Ravio whimper before he pressed his fist against his mouth, as though in deep focus. Link rolled his eyes. At least they were both thinking the same thing and he wasn't the only one with a dirty mind.

In what seemed like no time at all Rainna had formed a perfect pot with a narrow base which flared at the middle before narrowing again towards the opening at the top. She slid it carefully off of her wheel and carried it over to a shelf of similarly shaped pots waiting to be dried.

"And that's all there is to it," she sighed, as she turned back towards the two boys. "Any questions?"

Link and Ravio shook their heads in unison.

"Alright, I'll be around if you need help. I'll probably be in the shop or at the kiln out the back if you need me." Rainna assured them, before cleaning off her hands in the sink and disappearing back into the shop.

The workshop fell silent at Rainna's leaving. Link and Ravio turned to look at each other. At the sight of Ravio's smirk, Link couldn't hold it in any longer. A small chuckle quickly turned into a deep laugh. Link's joy was infectious and Ravio was soon laughing along with him.

"Do you think she realises?" Ravio hiccuped between fits of laughter.

"If she does, she can keep a straighter face than either of us Rav!" Link huffed, trying to rain in his amusement.

"Darling, neither of us has straight faces!" Ravio pointed out.

A moment of silence passed between them as his joke settled. But Legend was soon laughing again.

"You smug ass!" He chortled.

Ravio beamed as though to prove Legend's point. Then he let out a long sigh and turned to examine his pottery wheel.

"Well, it seems simple enough," Ravio said, looking over the sack of clay beside him.

"You know you don't have to be here Ravi, this is my punishment." Legend pointed out, as he scraped off a fistful of clay and began shaping it in his hands.

Luckily he'd taken off most of his rings for today. But he couldn't do without all of them. He'd just have to clean them thoroughly later.

"I know I didn't have to come too Bunny Butt, but I wanted to spend the day with you, and I thought this might actually be fun." Ravio said softly, focusing on copying what Rainna had shown them.

"That's actually pretty sweet of you Ravi. But call me Bunny Butt anywhere except our bedroom again and I'll turn you into a pot! Got it?!" Link warned, pointing his ball of clay in Ravio's direction.

"Got it!" Ravio replied, holding his hands up in mock surrender, causing Sheerow to hover above his shoulder before coming back down again.

***

Getting started was difficult. Ravio struggled to slap his clay into the middle of the wheel. Link kept having to shift it or throw the ball for him. Once that was done they both attempted to copy the movements Rainna had used to shape the ball into the long shape, then down again into a small centered ball.

Link wasn't usually a fan of textures that dried out his sensitive skin, but with plenty of water on his hands, he found working with the clay was quite satisfying. It was soft and slippery and caused his mind to wander back to more salacious thoughts. Link shook his head. Now was not the time or place.

He did his best to focus. Ignoring Ravio's one sided chatter with Sheerow. Link controlled the speed of the wheel with his foot pedal and worked at what he thought was a steady speed. He pulled out the sides of the pot and slowly shaped them into the bulb-like shape he was aiming for. After what seemed like hours, but was more like fifteen minutes, Link had something that looked a bit like Rainna's pot. It was a little lop-sided and the rim was probably a bit on the thin side. But for a very first try, Link thought he'd done pretty well.

As Link looked over at Ravio to see how he'd faired, he couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter. Ravio's arms and apron were covered in the wet slip from the clay. He had somehow reduced the amount of clay on his wheel and was struggling to keep it under control. Link watched in amusement while Ravio held onto the long wobbly object as it wiggled in his grip. His face focused in an expression of total concentration, with his tongue sticking out slightly. He looked ridiculous, and adorable.

Link stopped chuckling and just sat watching his struggling partner for a moment. Ravio had rolled up his sleeves, the water freely dripping off his elbows while he worked. The tip of his little pink tongue poking out between his lips, oh so invitingly. He was so, perfect in all of his little imperfections. Link sighed contentedly to himself, before awkwardly pushing himself to his feet without the use of his dirty hands.

Ravio looked up and slowed down his wheel as Link stood beside him.

"I know I'm making a mess of it, but..." Ravio began, but Link didn't let him finish.

Link bent down and pressed his lips to Ravio's. Ravio kissed back and closed his eyes, a soft moan sounding in his throat. As Link withdrew Ravio stayed head raised, eyes closed.

"Mmm, what was that for Bunny?"

"Because you're so darn cute. And I thought you might need cheering up," Link replied softly.

"Cheering up?" Ravio replied, opening his eyes and tilting his head in confusion.

"Yeah, because anyone who tries to make a pot and ends up with that!" Legend pointed to the floppy phallus on Ravio's potting wheel. "Would probably want to hide under a rock!"

Ravio chuckled, looking back down at his work, then glancing sideways at Link's.

"Yours looks brilliant! Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Ravio pouted.

"Never, but it's quite nice to work with actually. Perhaps after all these years of smashing pottery I learned something about how they're made?" He jested, tempted to clap his hand onto Ravio's shoulder.

"Hmm, I still say you're cheating somehow. No one's that good at doing something without practice," Ravio groaned, slumping a little in his seat.

"Well," Link said softly, as he bent down to whisper in Ravio's ear, "I was pretty good at doing you the first time!"

Ravio cleared his throat as a wave of pink flushed his face and ears. He kept his attention on his potting wheel however, and eventually Link followed his gaze.

"How about I help you fix that a bit?" He suggested, taking the teasing note out of his voice.

"I'm not sure it's salvageable," Ravio groaned.

"Well, I'm a sucker for a lost cause. Come on. You work the pedal and I'll try and shape it into something less offensive!" Link insisted.

In order to work together, Link ended up sitting on Ravio's lap, instructing the man beneath him on how fast to make the wheel spin. Link managed to wrangle Ravio's clay into a rounder shape and even sculpted it into a respectable looking bowl after a few minutes. However, there wasn't enough clay left to bring the sides up into a full pot. After Legend had finished off the rim of the bowl he asked Ravio to stop the wheel.

Carefully, Link slipped the bowl off the wheel and held it up for Ravio to see it better.

"Huh, it doesn't look half bad. It's not a pot but, considering how it started out!" Ravio exclaimed.

"It's like I keep telling you Ravi, sometimes you just have to take things slower and persist until you get something right," Link replied.

Link attempted to slowly dismount Ravio's lap while concentrating on not dropping their bowl. While Ravio remained as still as possible so he didn't knock Link over.

"You know," said Ravio, as he looked Link up and down for a moment. "I think that's the first thing we've ever made together."

"What d'you mean? We make things for each other all the time," Link replied with a small frown.

"Yes, for each other. We've never made anything with each other before. It feels kinda nice. Knowing we each had a hand in making something," Ravio explained, tilting his head as his eyes rested on their bowl.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

***

After Rainna had been called back in to give Ravio some more guidance, Link and Ravio set about their work with a little more focus. At the end of a long messy day, Link had produced what Rainna said was a satisfactory amount of work. And that Ravio had contributed. She thanked Link for coming to her aid, but he waved her off, telling her that he was only happy to fix problems of his own making.

That night Ravio made pie for dinner as promised and found he was just as ravenous as Link usually was after a day in the orchards.

"That's what hard work gets you Ravi, an appetite!" Link probed, elbowing Ravio softly in the arm.

***

It wasn't until about a week later that either of them thought about their day in the potters workshop again. The postman dropped off a package with Ravio at their front door. Link looked up from the sink as he placed another cup on the draining board.

"What is it?" He asked, mildly curious. "Something for your shop?"

"No, it's addressed to both of us," Ravio replied, examining the label as he placed the box on the kitchen table.

Link quickly dried his hands and stepped over to Ravio's side.

"Well open it then," he encouraged.

Ravio grabbed some scissors and cut the strings binding the box. He opened the lid to find it packed with straw, just as some of his more delicate objects were usually packed. Together they dug through the little box, laying the straw on the table until they found a paper wrapped object inside. It wasn't heavy, but it had a significant weight to it as Link picked it up out of the box. As he began unwrapping the object, Ravio noticed a note beneath it in the box and read it out loud.

"It says, 'Dear Link and Ravio. I wanted to thank you again for your help in replacing some of my stock. You left this in my workshop so I had it glazed and fired and have sent it to you as a gift and a memento of your experience. I hope it reaches you in one piece. All the best Rainna.'"

Link finished unwrapping their gift and couldn't help but smile at the bowl in his hands. Rainna had chosen a forest green glaze for the outside and a vibrant royal purple for the inside. The rim itself was painted gold and on the bottom she had inscribed the letters L R.

"I love it," Ravio declared, carefully taking the bowl from Link to take a closer look.

"It's a bit gaudy!" Link replied, eyebrows raised.

"Have you seen the two of us in our favourite colours?!" Ravio rebuffed with a smirk.

"Touche!"

"I'll have to find a special place to put it. Perhaps in the bedroom, it's not likely to get knocked over there."

"You don't want to use it?" Link asked.

"No, I think it's too special for that," Ravio replied, looking up from the bowl at his boyfriend.

"It's just a bowl Ravi," Link pointed out.

"Yeah but we made it together. And that makes it special to me," Ravio insisted. "Come on, help me choose a place for it. I know you'll only move it if you don't like where I put it!"

"Hey, I only moved a few of your things when you moved in!" Link retorted, as he followed Ravio out of the kitchen.

"All of my things Bunny, you moved all of my things."

[piastrinorris]

Cheers to the Weekend

Pairing: Tom Grant x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Tags: Make Up (film), 18+ (minors DNI), established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), pillow humping, cmnf (clothed male, naked female)

Summary: You and your boyfriend discuss what to do with your weekend off together.

Word count: 3k

"Babe, I'm here!" Your most favourite words. You jump up from where you'd been sprawled across the couch, running all of about five feet before being able to embrace your boyfriend. He buries his face into your shoulder, humming happily.

"You alright?" You ask as you let go, reaching over to gently intertwine your fingers with his instead.

"'M very tired," he admits with a sleepy smile. "How was your shift?"

"My cheeks hurt from all the customer-service-smiling I've been doing," you admit with a grimace. "Still, that family's the weekend staff's problem now."

"Yep, and now your only problem this weekend is having your annoyingly doting boyfriend constantly wanting to snuggle with you, watch TV with you, maybe go for a little walk on the beach with you…" Tom's head cocks from side to side as he lists off activities.

"That sounds like the opposite of a problem, actually," you grin at him, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses you back, starting with little pecks that gradually linger more, getting more and more intense with each one, pulling you into the bedroom.

He pulls back with one final chaste kiss. "So, what was that family's deal?" He asks, sitting on the edge of the mattress to start unlacing his boots.

Getting yourself comfortable on the bed, you sigh loudly, "Mum was trying to find every excuse to get free stuff while her kid emptied all the soil out of Fergus' pot onto the floor. "

Tom lets out a sharp gasp as he tugs one shoe off, "Not Fergus the ficus! That's murder!" You laugh, and he smiles over at you adoringly. "See, this is why I couldn't do your job, I'd have told them all to piss off and made that kid scoop it all back in," he shakes his head as he kicks off the other shoe. He flops onto the bed on his stomach, groaning into the pillow. The way his face squishes into it makes you laugh again. "Ugh, was your bed always this comfortable, or is it just the day I've had?"

"It's definitely just you," you point out amusedly, laying on your side and propping yourself up by your elbow. "I could never do your job, either. Big, strong handyman, slaving away at that workshop, carrying all those big, heavy things…"

Tom laughs as he pushes himself up. "Y'give me far too much credit, angel."

You soon fall into your natural position in bed; Tom's arm wrapped around you, his fingers rubbing up and down the top of your arm, your head against his chest, his heart thumping against your cheekbone. It isn't long, though, before he squeezes your shoulder in a way you know means that he wants you to lean up so he can kiss you some more. Tom hums, "Really missed you today."

"Missed you, too, Tommy," you purr between kisses.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you," Tom admits, and you grin.

"Oh, yeah? What about me?"

"Just, y’know. Thinking about all the stuff we can do this weekend, all those things I were just saying about," he muses.

You grin coyly, "And nothing else?"

He rolls his eyes and tuts jokingly. "Yes, yes, and that stuff, too, horndog."

"What?" You giggle. "You're the one thinking about that stuff at work."

"Oh, and you're not?" Tom asks you in disbelief.

"...I didn't say that," you tease, moving over to straddle him.

"Oh, hello," he grins at the change of position, his hands running up and down the sides of your body, wrapping his arms around your back once you lean down to kiss him intensely, hips grinding down against his. He hums against your lips, "Mmm, somebody's eager, aren't they?"

"No shit, look at you," you grin back before kissing him again, your tongues engaging in a twisting dance of passion, accompanied by the harmony of you both moaning together.

"Fuck, yes, sweets, y'feel so good like that," Tom groans. "Keep making those sounds, yeah? Please, s'fucking hot." You move just slightly to moan deliberately into his ear, and his grip on you tightens. "Mmm, is this what you've been thinking about all day, love? Counting down the minutes until you could ravish me?"

With a sheepish giggle, you lie, "No…"

"Certainly seems like it," he raises his eyebrows at you as you sit upright, rocking yourself in circles against the erection you feel pressing through his tracksuit bottoms. He bites his lip tightly as he watches you, his hands slipping underneath your pyjama top to squeeze your hips, digging his grip in. He groans, "Want this off, want to see my fingers press into you."

"Is that all you want to see from me being topless?" You mimic his tone from earlier, and Tom laughs as he helps you pull the garment off of your body. He constantly slides his hands up and down your body, stopping each way to grip your breasts and your hips. Every squeeze earns him an evermore desperate buck of your hips.

Tom smiles dreamily up at you. "'M never gonna get tired of this view, pretty girl. My pretty girl."

You hope your, "'M not," is muttered quietly enough for Tom not to hear it, but no such luck.

"Uh, excuse you, you're fucking gorgeous, babe. 'M a lucky, lucky boy," he smirks, pulling your face down to kiss you again. He gasps out a moan against your lips, "And the way you're humping me like that, fuck, so good. Make me feel so good, looking like that, 've hit the jackpot, me. Fuck, is that good for you, too, yeah?"

You play with the collar of his shirt. "Please, Tommy… Wanna really make you feel good."

He groans again, this time out of exhaustion. "Listen, babe, literally any other time, you know I'd have my clothes off at that in an instant, but… 'M just so tired tonight, angel. I'm sorry."

"I could just ride you?" You offer, and he chuckles, rubbing his face wearily.

"You know I don't like just sitting there and letting you do all the work," he frowns up at you.

You mirror him, "And yet you'll spend the best part of an hour going down on me without expecting anything back?"

He pulls a face of intrigue. "What a wonderful idea." Before you can react, he wraps an arm and a leg around you, swinging his whole body around to roll you onto your back, as he hovers over you.

You giggle, "What happened to being tired, eh?"

"That was my last bit of energy," he grins back. "Well, almost. Think I've got just about enough to get these off you." He hooks his fingers over the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down your legs before settling himself between them. "There she is," he coos under his breath, his fingertips tracing the outside of your folds. "I've especially missed you."

You groan, "Tommy… 'S not faaaair."

"What isn't, angel?" he asks, sliding his middle finger inside of you with ease. You gasp out a long moan, your eyes unfocusing, and he grins up at the sight of you.

“Wanna make you feel good, too,” you whine.

He tuts, shaking his head. “Now, now. Sulking in’t gonna get you anywhere, is it?” He pulls his finger almost completely out of you before sinking it back in again quicker. You thrash your fists against the mattress and he breathes out a soft laugh. “What did I just say, sweets?” he asks in the same soft tone as before.

“Not sulking,” you pout. “Just wanna - wanna touch you and taste you and fu- Fuck, Tommy, I really wanna fuck you, please,” you plead as he adds another finger.

He does climb up your body, still working your core with one hand, to silently kiss you. His motions get far more rapid, moving in and out of you until his fingers are so slick with your juices that they just slip out of you, to which he then starts rubbing your clit at the same speed. Your cries of pleasure come out as muted vibrations against his lips, and you don’t realise him taking the pillow next to you and pulling it back down with him even as he breaks away. You blink your heavy-lidded eyes over and over, watching the imaginary spots that shower your field of vision slowly dissipate. 

“Plenty of time for that, love,” he soothes once he’s settled back down where he wants to be. “But right now, I fucking need your thighs around me.” His palms slide up and down the inner sides of your legs as a gentle prompt, and you comply, crossing your ankles loosely between his shoulder blades. He sighs contentedly. “So soft…” He shuffles into position to press a kiss to your clit, his hands wrapping around the flesh of your thighs to hold them in place. “So warm…” you hear him from the cave he’s made for himself between your legs as you feel him nuzzle his way further down to your core. “Perfect.” 

His tongue works as tenderly as it would if he were kissing you, gently poking its way through your folds and sliding through. Your fingers card through his curls as his head turns, this way and that, as he plays you like an instrument, eliciting different noises from you with every motion. Your legs twitch, instinctively squeezing together around his head, and he moans delightfully, pushing down on your thighs to tighten their hold on his head even more. He snakes his tongue inside of you, extending it to its stiffest, most pointed length as he bobs his head back and forth to fuck you with it.

Your legs wrap tighter still around him, and you feel his grip slip around to your ass cheeks to grip them roughly. The sensation of his fingernails digging into your supple flesh have you crying out in pleasure, which you can tell from his moans is turning him on insanely quickly.

But, with your thighs in a vice around him, it gets harder for you to grab his hair, make a mess of his curls so that when he resurfaces, it's obvious for the rest of the day what he's been up to. You don't get to look into those dark, rich eyes of his that caramelise when the sun sets just right through the window.

You pout, "Tommy…" as you relax your thighs, pulling them slightly away from him.

"Everything alright, sweets?" He asks with concern.

You continue in the same tone, "Miss your face."

With a soft laugh, he kneels up slightly, your heels naturally sliding off of his shoulder blades as he does. "Of course, angel, 'm sorry." He pushes your legs wide open, looking down adoringly at your glistening folds. "Such a perfect, pretty thing, isn't she?" he smiles, running the pad of his finger along them. Placing his hands just within the crooks of your legs, he gently pushes outward, spreading you even wider. He marvels at the sight in front of him studiously, his eyes darting around until he places another, calculated, kiss down between your legs, his lips and tongue working in ways no form of self-pleasure could ever replicate. 

His eyes flutter shut as he flicks his tongue in all kinds of formations: he lays it flat against you as he licks along your folds from the bottom up; he gently traces the insides of your lips with the tip; he waggles his tongue back and forth, at a speed your eyes can barely keep up with, as it works your clit from every angle he can move his head to reach. Every sound of pleasure you make is harmonised by his humming against you.

As you melt against him, warm brown eyes flicker up to look at you through his eyelashes as he starts suckling on your clit. All you can see of him are his curls, now wildly spread out thanks to your handiwork, his eyes and his nose, but with just those alone, his expression tells you how much he adores you. The way his brow softly knits together, the glint in his eye, it makes you feel like a goddess that he's obsessed with worshipping. 

You cry out, "Fuck, Tom… Feel… So good, 'm gonna -" The rest of your sentence is swallowed in a high-pitched whine as you feel the first pang of your crescendo forming.

Tom groans against you, pulling away just to tell you, "Perfect timing as always, angel, this has been turning me on like mad, wanna make you cum so badly."

You whimper, "Please… Want yours, too, Tommy."

He tuts, shaking his head. "No time, sweets. Think you coming on my face is exactly what I need to get off, too." Before you can answer back, he resumes suckling on your clit, burying two fingers inside of you and working them at the same speed he had earlier, until you're seeing those spots again. "So fucking gorgeous when you're all fucked out, babe," he croons. "C'mon, be a good girl and come all over me."

As you let your orgasm take full control over your body, he stops fingering you to immediately get his tongue in there, cleaning you up as you cream all over his mouth for what feels like eternity. His look changes as he devours you, one you recognise as his own orgasmic expression. You notice a little movement in the corner of your eye, and prop yourself up on your elbow to investigate.

You'd not even noticed you were a pillow short, let alone that he had slid his tracksuit bottoms to his knees to fold the pillow between his thighs, humping it as erratically as he'd move if he were coming. You let out a small, disappointed whimper. "Y'didn't need to use a pillow, 'm right here."

"Can't eat you out and cum inside you at the same time, sweets," he points out with a smirk, his whole body looking on the verge of giving up all movement as he slides back up to be eye-level with you.

"I could've sat on your face and sucked you off at the same time," you retaliate in a similar tone, and he chuckles.

"Nah, needed that. To just make my girl forget that anything else exists for a bit. Helps me feel the same, too," he explains, leaning over to kiss your forehead. "S'pose I should clean up what's in these boxers, though, eh?"

"Is it weird that it actually turns me on, knowing you came in your pants over me?" You ask as he heads into the bathroom, and half his laughter gets drowned out by the sound of running water. As he's cleaning himself up, you notice the discarded pillow and start rearranging the others until the one he'd been humping is beneath your head.

As he returns, he looks quizzically at the bottom of the bed, pointing to where the pillow had been. You bury half your face into it, smiling coyly as you look over at him, and he bites his lip. "Speaking of things that weirdly turn y'on, that's so doing it for me," he groans under his breath as he sits on the corner of the bed and reaches again for his shoes.

You frown, "Where you off to?"

"We have to eat at some stage, horndog," he teases, leaning over to tap your nose playfully.

"What are you gonna go and get, then?" You ask as he puts on his second boot.

"Thinking that Chinese place just outside of here, it's never that long of a wait," he shrugs, and you hum happily as you redress yourself in your pyjamas, opting to stay sitting up on your bed as he gets up.

"Sounds good to me. Could I have a -" Tom interrupts you by reciting your order exactly as he walks towards the door. Feeling nothing but the pure ecstacy of being around someone who remembers even the littlest details, you mindlessly call back to him, "You're the best! Love you!"

Your little bubble of contentment pops when you realise what you've said. How it's the first time you've said it. And it's just on a throwaway goodbye on his way to get a takeaway. He rushes the few paces it takes to get back to your bedroom to look at you, his expression tough to read, and say, "Say that again." You start to fluster, unsure how you can potentially backtrack from here, but he kneels one leg back onto your bed, leaning over to cradle your cheek in his hand. "Please. Say it properly, to my face," he pleads softly.

Grinning widely, you place your hand over his and look him dead in the eyes as he gives you that worshipping gaze all over again. "I love you, Tommy." A surprised chirp escapes the back of your throat as he tackles you back down onto the bed, furiously kissing your lips over and over and over again, and you laugh against him. "What happened to getting food, horndog? Now you've made me hungry!"

"'M not doing this to fuck ya, 'm doing this 'cause I love ya," he mutters as he kisses your neck. You lay back and revel in how good it feels until your stomach betrays you, growling loudly. The breath from Tom's laugh tickles your neck as he slides down to pull your pyjama top up enough to expose your tummy so he can kiss it. "Alright, message received, loud and clear, boss," he says directly to it before climbing off the bed. You giggle as you readjust your top, and he looks at you softly. "I do love you, y'know."

"If you did, you wouldn't keep me starving here, now, would you?" You tease, falling apart with laughter once more as he bolts out of the door. You head back to where the sofa is - where you'd left your phone - and send him a text: I love you, too, btw. 😘

[hydroj1ns]

cocogoat milking

Ganyu, new to the mortal world, is looking for work. You, a blossoming entrepreneur takes advantage of the young adeptus' naivety and convinces her to help you make a pretty buck with those... assets of hers.

cw: gn!reader, ganyu loves being milked, lactation, pumps, breeding, mention of prgnancy, no aftercare

Ganyu, a young qilin not yet hired by Ningguang and the Qixing, was frantically searching for any way to make money in modern-day Liyue. Work was hard to come by, especially for someone like her, who wasn’t yet familiar with human customs.

Luckily for her, when you spotted her flashy horns from a mile away on the busy streets of Liyue harbor, you knew this was a golden opportunity to make a pretty mora.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Ganyu swiftly turned around to meet your eyes. Quickly ecovering from the immense beauty you were faced with, you took on your mask of professionalism.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been on the job hunt for the past few days, how would you like to work with me? How about you hear what I have to say over a warm pot of tea.” You smiled, the expression not quite reaching your eyes.

And how could she refuse? She was desperate. She had to convince the Cloud Retainer that she could handle herself in the human realm, beyond the safety of the abode.

That was how you two ended up sitting on the mattress in your rented room. The horned Adeptus was torso-naked, with pumps attached to her nipples, the tubes connecting to a massive jug that sat at the foot of the bed.

“Trust me Miss Ganyu, Adeptus milk is highly valued, especially here. After all, Liyue is the cultural hub of Teyvat!”

Though initially nervous, your words reassured her; after all, you were called a professional for a reason.

After the pump was turned on, she felt a strong suction around her areolas. It was odd, but not painful. She’d never been milked before, and she was grateful for this new experience you were able to give her!

After a few moments, you noted only an almost non-visible stream of liquid flowing along the tubes. The slow pace at which the milk was accumulating worried you. This was your last shot at a real gig, or else you’d have to serve tables and Chef Chang’s.

“Hmm… there doesn’t seem to be that much yield… maybe if….” you trailed off.

Suddenly, you thought of something. Without warning, you clutched at Ganyu’s breasts, using your fingers and whole palms to massage the fat. Though you knew this was for work, you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of the soft tissue under your touch; they were like stress relievers from your irritating past week. The warmth of her glorious teats was comforting, and even more comforting was the thickening stream of white traveling down the tubes and into the jar.

Ganyu on the other hand, could only stutter, “S-stop! W-wha-what are y-you d…d-ah! doing?!” Her words were almost incomprehensible between her sharp moans from your groping. However, you didn’t stop. This was your chance to make some serious cash (hearing a girl’s cute sounds wasn’t that bad either, and seeing the fat spill out from between your digits was addicting, to say the least).

By this point, she was writhing on the mattress in ecstasy, and with the unstopping pumps around her nipples, she was quite the sight to behold. You were on top of her with your body in between her spread legs, continuing to “massage” her. Admiring the view, you asked, “quite sensitive, aren’t you? well, endure it for a bit longer, the jug is only half full.”

“Sh-shut up… angh-uh-gh…” was all she could spout from her pretty lips.

“Well… I do have another idea to get the milk out faster if you prefer.”

“W-what is it?” she asked between gasps. You pressed your knee to her clothed slit, applying pressure to the warm wetness there. You moved your knee in circles, drawing even more pornographic moans from her throat. She arched her back off the mattress, drawing your attention to her alluring figure. You moved one of your hands to cup her pussy, flicking at the nub there. Soon, the gray material was entirely soaked through from your expert fingering. Pulling the fabric to the side, you revealed her puffy folds, glistening with her arousal. You leaned down so you were face to face with the qilin's steaming cunt, and suddenly pressed your mouth to it, enveloping her in your wet warmth. You made out with her folds, her hole, and her clit, your tongue flicking her sensitive spots just right.

Pulling your face away, you noticed the steadying stream of white liquid flowing through the transparent tubes. This only encouraged you, and you pulled your now-throbbing cock from the confines of your trousers. Ganyu gawked at the sight but didn't complain. In fact, she looked like she wanted it. "If you're going to put it in, just do it already…"

"Rather impatient are we? Who's the one who was protesting at her tits being groped just a moment ago?"

"Sh-shut u-u-- ah!!" You interrupted her by shoving your whole shaft in her dripping cunt. "Ah… you're so wet for me… are all qilin like this?" But she couldn't respond, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and hips canting upwards, like she couldn't get enough. Meanwhile, redness was growing around where the cups suctioned her areolas, spreading to the wide expanse of her breasts. However, you only continued thrusting into her tight heat, and soon, the head of your cock felt her womb. Ganyu clutched at the sheets under her and opened her mouth in a silent scream. She was too overwhelmed with pleasure. Cloud Retainer never told her this existed in the mortal realm.

You pounded away at her until your cockhead was sheathed in her tight womb and released your seed inside. "Be good and take all of my cum, okay? You'll be able to make even more milk in the future since your body will need to support little ones. So take it all, m'kay?" As ropes of your cum painted her insides, her body convulsed, and her own release formed a creamy ring around the base of your cock.

Smiling down at her, you teased, "Archons. Aren't you excited to be round with my kids? Wonder how big those tits'll get…" You pulled out, and she whined at the sudden absence of you, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to fill you up again soon!"

You made sure to clean up the mess, wiping her down and changing the bedsheets, which were soaked through with both your cum and sweat. You leaned above her one final time to remove the suction cups from her tired breasts. When you did, you noticed the red rings imprinted around her areolas from just how long she had been hooked up to the machine. Not only that, but her nipples seemed to be enlarged and even more red than before. You covered her with a blanket, but not before plugging her hole with a toy, your contact information tied around the base.

You walked out of the motel door happily with your large jug of milk, satisfied. You couldn't wait to milk Miss Ganyu again.

[mega-catmuncher]

None of Our Business

Chapter 02: "The Fallout"

Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Summary: You are a winner. Always have been and always will be. In your final year at Colombia you're aiming to earn an internship from an esteemed law firm which will ensure the success of your career post law school. Someone however, is making life difficult and his name is Matt Murdock. For some reason he's always in your business, everywhere you turn he's there and while you never expected it maybe he's just what you need.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, angst (Future SMUT I still promise 🤞🏻😮‍💨)

a/n: Thank you to everyone who showed support on the first chapter, this is my first time writing fanfic so any feedback in the comments would be MUCH appreciated. Also if any Tumblr writers could give me tips I would be incredibly grateful :)

Also sorry for taking centuries on a second chapter. Life can be a lot busier than I realized lol.

(keeping the corny summary💀)

Night Two

Living with Matt for over 48 hours has made you appreciate the life you have. Every morning that Matt wakes up you feel the need to do things for him, but he beats you to it. You try and make a coffee but when you get up a hot mug is already waiting for you on the bedside table. Laundry basket empty, apartment cleaned and grocery shopping done it’s like the man moves without you even noticing. Tonight though you felt the need to show Matt some gratitude and cooking the both of you dinner seemed like a good idea. Until at approximately six thirty, you were tripping over pots and pans, sauce splattered all over your jeans and half the stove covered in flames from the chicken you've somehow burned. This is a disaster. 

“Shit” you hissed, and just as Matt walks through the door you freeze and suddenly you get hit with a wave of emotion. Matt has done so much for you and this is how you repay him. You start to cry in defeat while Matt rushes to turn the fire alarm off and get the pan of burning chicken under control. After the kitchen situation has died down Matt sits down next to you on the kitchen floor and rubs your back as you sob. 

“ You know... I could have sworn I turned the stove off before I left the house,” Matt said with a sly smile on his face. You begin to laugh through the snot and tears. “I just wanted to do something, you do everything here and I need to make you understand how much I really appreciate what you're doing for me”. Matt takes a deep breath “ I asked you to stay with me because for once you need someone to do things for you. Since we've known each other you've been working at that bar and those customers know you because you work hard. You never miss a class and every time you show up more prepared than the professors. On top of all of that, you've managed to aim higher than any of us for a future in law. A little laundry and dinner are for me to worry about, not you”. This is not the first time you've thought about kissing Matt. 

The first time you ever thought about kissing Matt was the first time you met. It was at the freshman fair and your friends signed you up for kissing booth duty apprehensively you agreed since any money made would go to the school lunch fund. Thankfully the wet t-shirt contest was getting more attention than the kissing booth but your friend Jenna wanted to introduce you to someone. You rolled your eyes as she approached you with a stranger at her side since she's always trying to set you up with guys even she doesn't even know. “Y/N this is Matt! He's a law student too what a coincidence huh?! I have to refill the punch but I'll be back”. The first 10 minutes were pretty awkward until you and Matt started passionately debating law theory. Those last few minutes between the debate dying out and the fair getting shut down after administrators noticed the faint smell of vodka coming from the massive punch coolers, you kept looking between Matt’s eyes through his glasses and his lips. You regretted not kissing him that night when you returned to your dorm, but over the years you appreciated his friendship more than just a possible one-night stand.

Back to present day you and Matt clean up the mess and decide the safest thing for Matt's apartment would be to order some Chinese. You switch into pyjamas and Matt goes to put on the news but you ask if you can watch a movie instead tonight and for the first time in a long time, you remember what it's like to be alone with a boy watching a movie. You get up to put away the trash while Matt finds something to put on which ends up being some 80s action movie you've never seen and won't care about after tonight. You make an excuse to get closer to Matt by asking him to share the blanket and as the movie gets more uninteresting for you, Matt is surprisingly super into it. You start to feel bad about the little plan you've formulated to distract him he's an innocent guy trying to help you out and you're thinking about him hot and bothered like some perv. Until out of nowhere Matt kisses you.

It feels out of character for the both of you sat on Matt’s couch making out and yet you don’t care at all. When things start to get heated and you adjust your body to get on top of Matt, his phone starts ringing. The amazing fucking timing of Foggy to call, Matt doesn’t want to pick up but the phone just keeps ringing he thinks something might be wrong. “I’ll just be two seconds, see what he wants”. While Matts on the phone with Foggy it gives you time to think about what you’re doing and you quickly make a mental pros and cons list of hooking up with Matt.

Pro: he's a good cook, con: sometimes he wakes you up by singing loudly

Pro: he cares about you, con: he snores

Pro: He’s passionate about a career in law, con: you’re passionate about a career in law

In your mind the final pro and con weighs the heaviest in this mental debate you’re having with yourself. You slowly get up from the couch and look around for some shoes and a jacket while Matt has his back turned. Before Matt hangs up the phone you’re out the door, you needed some air to really think and calm down. This whole situation has distracted you from your biggest goal in life and sexual satisfaction aside you don’t want to risk your friendship with not only Matt but Foggy as well. You can’t imagine how awkward work would be if Foggy knew you and Matt hooked up. It’s all just too much for you to put on your plate and you come to the conclusion that going back to your dorm is better for the both of you.

You’re circling your way back to Matts apartment when you see Chris across the street, he’s in his pyjamas with a pizza box in hand. You’re favourite in fact, Amaretto’s. “Hey stranger, where are you headed to ?” Chris has this haziness to his voice as if he’s just been smoking. “I’m just out for a walk I needed some air”. An awkward pause follows and you look down at the house slippers you put on in your haste to leave Matts apartment. “Can I ask you something?, are you and Matt..together?" Chris hesitates to look at you for an answer but you're stumped for what to say. "Its none of my business I'm sorry, its just I've seen you come out of his place and-" you interrupt Chris to explain "We're not together Chris, Matt's just helping me out with school. I needed a break from all the cue cards taped on my wall". Although you don't hear it Chris lets out a small sigh of relief. "Thats good to know because I was wondering if you wanted to go to the campus movie night next Friday ". What the fuck, you definitely were not expecting that and this is honestly the last thing you need right now.

In one night you've been put in a Matt and Chris sandwich which in any other case would've been a dream for you but in this moment you're at a loss for words. Realizing you're taking too long to answer you just come out with it "Yeah I would like to do that". Chris's smile makes you feel warm but then he kisses you on the cheek and you even feel even warmer. He offers to walk you back to Matts place which seeing how dark its gotten you accept.

Matts heart drops hearing the front door open and the look on his face makes you want to throw up. He looks worried, sad and even a little angry? "I have been losing my mind Y/N, where have you been?!". You couldn't decide what would be better, tell the truth or lie out of your ass and hope he believes it. But no matter what you do you're going to feel like shit. "Matt, I'm sorry but I needed to think about things, I needed to think of what would happen if we went any further and well I don't know if it would have been a good idea for us to go further than a kiss".

Matts face drops hearing you say this, he goes to sit on the couch and he's been quiet for so long you're feeling worse and worse by the second. "Matt I'm sorry but we need to think about this I mean what about school? and Foggy and-" you find yourself losing your train of thought and feel that it would be better for you to be silent for a moment. Regret washes over you completely when Matt completely explodes " What does Foggy or school have to do with this situation? I care about Foggy and school and a lot of other things in my life and yet none of that stopped me from wanting to get closer to you tonight. Im not saying you owe me anything at all but to walk away and decide that you don't want to do this because of other people and school it feels like you're making excuses Y/N".

You start sweating and can't will yourself to think of the words to say. You begin to feel tears build up and you want to let it all out but you don't want Matt to see you any more vulnerable than he already has tonight. "I'm sorry Matt but I can't let anything distract me from college I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, I appreciate what you've done for me but I cant stay here I need to go back to my dorm".

You're waiting to hear Matt stop you, yell at you. Anything to stop you but he doesn't. He sits in silence as you grab some of the things you brought over and as you're walking out it becomes clear to you that you've made a massive mistake.

[desertdollranch]

My DIY WellieWishers Playhouse

A few weeks ago, I found this Our Generation brand beach house at a secondhand shop. A little doll playhouse has been on my wish list for a long time, specifically because I wanted to renovate it into a customized dream home for my five dear sweet Wellies!  

I love these little kiddos. They’re so cute and charming. I had originally only planned to get Emerson, but then I found Willa at a thrift store and couldn’t resist adding the rest after that. And I love making clothes for them, including these particular outfits. 

Ultimately I would have been thrilled to find the actual WellieWishers playhouse secondhand. 

But I’ve never seen it in any thrift store. And this is retired so it’s as expensive on the secondhand market as it was when it was available new from American Girl. 

I also noticed, when looking at other people’s photos of their dolls using this house, that it’s actually very small. It’s not meant to accomodate all the Wellies. 

So I started looking for an Our Generation brand house, since they make tons of larger-scale doll house playsets. They’re actually made for 18 inch dolls, but they fit 14 inch Wellies a bit better. The Seaside Beach House playset seemed like a good choice. Here’s how it originally looked:

When bought new, it comes with lots of small accessories, mostly food and dishes. The one I found and bought didn’t come with any of the accessories, which was fine. If there were any that I absolutely needed, I could make them. 

Once I acquired it, I got to work with the renovations.

Kendall helped me out, since she’s crafty and likes to make things. 

First I took out the plastic bench. It folds out into a bed that can fit one 18 inch doll or two 14 inch dolls. Then I moved the kitchen around so that the shelves fit under the window and open up the floor, making it all one room instead of two rooms.

This did unfortunately disconnect the power source for the overhead light and all the little kitchen and beach sound buttons. But I plan on replacing them with maybe something better.

Once everything was rearranged, I painted and wallpapered the walls. Then I added all the little accessories. 

With the kitchen moved, the little porthole window is above the sink, which looks nice. I added a roll of paper towels and some hand soap by the sink. 

The Wellies are only six years old and not allowed to have very hot things that can bun, so their stove and oven are for pretend play. 

The fridge is “real” and holds their snacks. To the left of that you can see the oven and underneath that, a second oven that I told the Wellies is actually a dishwasher. I took the handle off until I decide how to make it look like a dishwasher.

With the countertop underneath the row of windows, the plants can get some nice direct sun. To the left of the plants is the girls’ microscope. On the upper shelves are gardening supplies.

Emerson’s job is to water the potted herbs. 

The top shelf is for toys. I had a great time compiling all these mini toys for the girls: two little rabbits, a troll, real metal toy trains, a koosh ball, a slinky, and dinosaurs. The second shelf holds dishes. The bottom shelf has mini American Girl books and magazines, plus some microscope slides, a deck of cards, and a flower press.  

This little bench, and the stuffed lamb, were also recent thrift store finds. My aunt made the two stuffed chickens. I made the felt cactus. 

It’s kind of small and will only sit one Wellie or two smaller dolls, but it’s too cute to not use. 

I made the pom pom rug also. The carpet is a rectangle of soft velour fabric. I’m still undecided whether to use carpet or to make a faux wooden floor. 

The door has a screen in the window, and the window moves up and down to let in a breeze. Attached to the outside screen is a little plastic bug. 

On the right of the door are two seahorse-shaped hooks to hold jackets and hats.

The door locks, too!

There’s still room outside to put up the table and chairs I made for the Wellies last summer. 

And there’s room for younger siblings to come by and play. 

Behind the house is the wooden tree swing, a perfect place to enjoy the evening breeze.

[burnthoneydrops]

Coffee and Donuts (Graham Dunne x Reader)

Synopsis: The early morning hours at a local café becomes the spot of a possible budding relationship

Requested: no

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, and i tried to keep the reader gender neutral :)

A/N: My first DJATS post!! I had this thought at work and just had to write it down once I got home. Fair warning, it's not proof read but i hope you lot enjoy!

“Good morning Donna!” You smile as you swing the backroom doors open, greeting the older woman who sits at the desk, counting the money before opening. 

“Good morning darling! How are you this fine morning?” She asks, looking up through her glasses as her ponytail swishes back and forth slightly from turning around. 

“Oh you know, here…so,” you tease, grabbing your apron off its hook. 

“Well thank god for that cause we need you on register today,” she informs you.

“Sounds about right,” you laugh. 

“Well you can’t exactly blame us for putting our best money maker by the literal money maker,” Donna replies, closing up the money bag. 

“Ok, that was horrible,” you laugh harder. 

“Whatever,” she rolls her eyes, “Would you be a dear and go mop the floors for me? Maybe clean off the counters if they look nasty?” 

“You got it boss!” You reply, tying your apron tighter in the back and grabbing the mop and bucket on your way out. 

Plunging the mop into the soapy water before dragging it across the floor, you proceed to switch on the radio as you walk past it, humming the melody it was emitting under your breath. Donna eventually makes her way to the front as you push the mop against the last dry corner of the shop, muttering something about how the “chef” in the kitchen must be taking his sweet time with today’s batches of donuts. As you grab the rag to dust off the counters, Jeff, the chef in question, pushes through the kitchen doors with a tray of freshly baked and decorated donuts. You do a big sweeping motion of your arm across the counter as he walks behind you, before grabbing the donut on the very edge of the tray, biting into it before he can object. 

“Hey!” Jeff stops in his tracks, looking at you like you’ve just murdered his cat. 

“Worker’s comp,” you mumble through the mouth-full, giving him a toothy grin where there are definitely pieces of frosting stuck in your teeth. 

“That’s not even what that means man,” Jeff sighs before opening the display case and sliding the remaining donuts in it, closing the sliding door with his other hand.  

“Someone’s gotta make sure we’re not poisoning the customers,” you reply. Jeff mutters a “whatever” and makes his way back to the kitchen, probably to grab another tray of today’s offerings. You turn to the espresso machine and look at the stack of mugs and to go cups in the cabinet above it. You preferred to call it an espresso machine, but it was really just an old coffee pot type machine with the grounds and coffee filters next to the utensil drawer. 

“Almost opening people!” Donna calls, “Get ready to greet the public in three, two, one!” she counts down as she twists her key in the front doors. You turn around to be greeted with pretty much what you were expecting, no one. No one in your middle of nowhere town was up this early except the three of you at the cafe. Taking this time to pour the coffee grounds into the slot at the top of the machine, you’re surprised when you hear the bell above the front doors chime. Donna, sitting at her favourite corner table filling out some order forms, turns to look at whoever just walked through, which turns out to be a group of three young men. 

“Good morning gentlemen, what can I do you for?” You ask, facing them from your spot behind the register. One was in a hoodie and sunglasses, and from what you could tell was hungover as all hell. The second one messed with the straps of his muscle tank and shook his black curls. The third one was dressed in an unbuttoned striped shirt over a white tank top and he hung his sunglasses on the dip of the front of his shirt as the three of them walked closer. You had to admit, they were all pretty attractive, but the third one just had a look about him, endearing you guessed is the word you would use. You hadn’t seen these guys come in before, so you figured they weren’t from around here. 

“Um, uh,” the third one laughs awkwardly looking between the display case, you, and the floor. 

His friend with the black hair snickers, “come on man. It’s not that hard”.

The one trying to order elbows his friend, coughing to clear his throat before asking for seven coffees, three glazed donuts, one with strawberry sprinkles, one chocolate and one old fashioned. You nod with a smile, writing everything down on a scrap piece of paper before you forget. “The coffee’s brewing now, so it shouldn’t be very long,” you tell them. 

You grab a flat box for the donuts, folding it up and grabbing the requested ones from the case, placing them in so hopefully they don’t squish together. As you fold down the lid of the box, you swear you heard one of the guys mutter, “what’s the harm man? It’s not like you’re gonna see them again,” but shake it off, insisting the music was warping your hearing.

“So, you boys aren’t from around here, are you?” Donna asks, turning in her chair to face them. 

“No, actually we’re um- we’re doing a small tour at the minute,” the one with the black curly hair speaks up first. 

“Yeah, we’re playing this small gig tonight in a bar near here,” the endearing one adds, shifting in his seat. 

“Oh, musicians! What a fun surprise having y’all turn up at our little joint,” Donna turns to you, winking not so subtly before turning back to the boys. You grab to go cups, lining them up so the seven are next to the machine and begin to pour the hot liquid. You hear one of them laugh and you don’t know why, but you don’t even have to turn around to know that it’s the one with the button up shirt. You smile down at the cups, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. Donna, the entertainer as always. 

“Here are those coffees for you and the box of donuts, all as requested,” you call from the counter, causing all three boys to stand up. “We’ve got carrier trays too if that makes it easier”. 

“That would be great actually,” the cute one smiles before grabbing the box of donuts, motioning to the others to take the coffees after you place them in four slot trays. 

“Do you guys want sugar packets? Maybe the little half and half pods?” You offer. 

“Teddy graham here sure would,” the boy with black curls teases, shoving his friend with his shoulder. 

“My name is Graham, that’s just a stupid nickname they have for me,” Graham (as you now can refer to him), adds rather quickly. 

“Ok,” you chuckle, grabbing a little bag and filling it with sugar packets and half and half pods. “That’s $7 for you”. Graham reaches into his pocket and grabs a $10 bill before sliding it over the counter to you. 

“Keep the change,” he smiles and you nod, already sad that the interaction is about to end. 

“Just so you know, the show isn’t sold out yet,” the curly haired one comments. It seems like an odd thing to throw out there, but you hum in a “piqued interest” type of response anyway. 

“Well, maybe I’ll just have to swing by after my shift,” you reply, plunking some buttons on the register to get it to open so you can put the money in. They say thank you to both you and Donna and wave goodbye with their free hands before making their way to the front doors. You watch them leave as Donna makes her way back up to you. 

“If you don’t go after that boy, I will”. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You scoff. 

“They clearly had eyes for you! Especially the awkward one. We don’t call you the money maker for nothing!” she waves her hands around as she talks. “And don’t act like you weren’t making eyes at him too”. 

“I was not-” you try, but she’s already giving you one of her famous looks. You couldn’t lie to this woman for shit. “Ok but they’re touring, they’re not gonna be here very long”. 

“Seems like a sad excuse to waste an opportunity. You’re young, come on, you’ve got too much life ahead of you to be second guessing shit like this!” 

“Ugh! Fine!” You grab the sheet you had written their order down on and scribble your home phone number on the back with your name and a smiley face. Speeding your way around the counter, you shove open the front doors, hoping they hadn’t gotten too far. You spot them a little ways down the sidewalk and run over to them.

“Wait! You guys forgot your receipt,” you comment as you catch up to them. 

“Oh, we didn’t need a-” 

“No seriously, good for the records and all that, you know?” You wave the paper a little, hoping Graham would take it. When he does reach for it, it takes all of you not to immediately turn around in embarrassment or take it out of his hand and crumple it, chucking it as far as you can in the opposite direction. Surprisingly, you don’t do any of those things. You start to walk away as he folds the paper, going to put it in his pocket, but not before he quickly notices the writing on the back. As if he finally understands why you’ve run after them, a small smile erupts on his face and he nods in understanding. 

“Yeah, good for the records,” he repeats. 

“Maybe I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” You ask as you leave, not really looking for a reply, but hoping to turn around before the embarrassment blush creeps further onto your cheeks. 

“You got it dude!” you hear the one with curly hair exclaim, clapping his friend aggressively on the back while balancing the tray of coffees in his other hand. “You got their number!” 

Maybe you were more grateful now that you guys opened so early. 

[monstersinthecosmos]

September 4, 1973

Daniel buzzes Jeff’s doorbell right as it’s getting dark out, and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets as he waits.

“Who’s there?” Jeff crackles through the intercom.

“Molloy.”

“Gimmie a minute.”

Daniel fusses with a matchbook in his pocket. Shifts his weight beneath his backpack of tapes.

No interview today, but he brought his stuff just in case. In all honesty, he wants a night off. But now and then he runs into someone at Jeff’s, and you never know. All sorts of weirdos come in and out of here.

The buzzer goes off a few minutes later, and the pot smell wafts off the man he passes on the way in. Jeff’s previous customer, he’s sure, eyes already bloodshot as he heads out. Daniel’s lungs hurt by the time he makes it up to the third floor, and he sees the smoke clouding around the open door from down the hall. 

“Christ, man,” he says, and pulls the door shut behind him. “You’re baking out the whole floor.”

Jeff coughs at him from the couch, shrugging. “They don’t mind.”

“I’m sure.”

He sets his bag on the floor, throws his jacket over the back of a chair. Sometimes he feels more at home here than he does at his own place. He smiles as Jeff hands him a joint, and the flops down beside him. The hospitality helps, of course.

“Hey Daniel,” a woman says from the kitchen door. Jeff’s girlfriend Connie. She’s wearing sunglasses inside. And tiny shorts. Long legs and bare feet. Daniel drags at the joint slowly and holds it in, sitting forward in his seat as the heat rises in his face. “Wanna beer?”

Daniel nods. He hands the joint back. His throat burns as he finally exhales, and Jeff pats him on the back as he coughs through it. He shuts his eyes, slumps to the side, his head on Jeff’s shoulder. Lets it all rinse through.

They’re listening to the new Cher record. Daniel focuses on it for a moment, letting the music carry him. He doesn’t hear Connie come back into the room, but feels the cold bottle against the back of his hand as she holds it out to him.

The carousel man wouldn’t let me off his merry-go-round, Cher sings, and when he opens his eyes the music stops. He takes the beer, and Connie smiles down at him.

“Hang on, let me flip the record,” she says, and disappears to the corner of the room.

“Are you gonna hang out a while?” Jeff asks. He’s got that tone in his voice. And Connie joins them a moment later, folding herself onto the couch on Daniel’s other side. Practically in his lap. Jeff puts his hand on Daniel’s thigh.

So maybe Daniel did stop in to buy pot, but when he catches them at the right time this tends to happen. They adopt him like a pet. And maybe Daniel was hoping, if he came by in the evening, he’d catch them feeling needy.

“Can I?” he asks.

Connie’s hand curls around Daniel’s forearm. She pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head. Everything moves slow, everything feels warm. The strings in the music make his hair stand up.

It’s fluid, the way it all happens. How they pass the joint between them, how he tastes the smoke in their mouths. How Connie unbuttons his shirt and Jeff kisses Danie’s neck. Daniel’s hand reaches between Jeff’s legs, rubbing at him over his clothes, as Connie slips off the couch, kneeling on the floor as she unzips Daniel’s jeans. 

He needs this maybe. Needs to land somewhere, wants to belong to somebody. Too many interviews with lonely jerks. 

And it’s always like this. He never quite knows how it escalates. They move slow, treat him like he’s precious, until he’s straddling Jeff’s lap, riding his cock. Unhurried and gentle. Connie always wants to watch, touching herself at the other end of the couch, but Daniel always does her at the end. Overwhelming, feeling Jeff’s cum in him, that freshly-fucked glow in his asshole. So much sensation that he stops worrying.

Jeff always cooks food for them after. Connie likes to shut off all the lamps when they’re done, and light candles instead, so that when they sit on the floor around the coffee table they’re only lit with soothing warm orange. She likes to cuddle after, and always invites Daniel to spend the night. 

Sometimes he does. He thinks he will tonight. He doesn’t want to go home, doesn’t want to see his phone, his typewriter, his answering machine. And there’s a whole phone book of people he could ask over, but Jeff and Connie are his favorite. He’s never put a name to it, but he thinks they’re his best friends.

He splashes water on his face in the bathroom afterwards, stalling for a moment to collect himself. Rinsing his mouth out. He tries to avoid his reflection in the mirror. 

There’s another beer waiting for him when he comes back. Plates of scrambled eggs on the coffee table. 

“Thanks guys,” he says, and sits cross legged on the floor. 

Connie is changing the record. Jeff is lighting incense. Feels normal in here. Safe. When they join him at the table it feels like a little family. 

Sometimes there are these moments, since he’s left home, where he sees through the veil. Past all the bullshit and expectations, and all the mundane day-to-day stumbling blocks. Little moments where he realizes that this is the life he wants. The tension leaves his body as he looks back and forth between them, and sips at his beer, and reaches for the papers and dope.

There’s a book on the table, though. Daniel tilts his head to read the spine, and brushes the baggie aside to grab it. 

“Oh my god, it’s about the Dark Watchers,” Connie says. She reaches across the table for the baggie, instead. “Have you heard of that?”

“Shit, kinda,” he says. He flips through the book, checking the grainy pictures. Barely able to see in the candlelight.

Connie talks with her hands, too excited. Takes forever to roll a joint.

“I know more about east coast stuff,” Daniel says after a beat. “My cousin and I were obsessed with New England ghost stories. There was so much of it from the Revolution and everything.”

“And the Indians.”

“Well, yeah. Of course.” 

His cousin. The thought of her flickers in his periphery, almost enough to ruin his mood. And maybe it would have, if he were alone. He sips his beer, squints his eyes at the text. Too dim to read it. There’s an instinct, for a split second, to call her. Tell her about this book. And his mind floods with hypotheticals.

Inviting her out here, taking a drive up the coast, trying to catch a sighting. He wonders what else they can look for, if they can go get lost in the Pacific Northwest. 

When she got her first car she used to sneak Daniel out of his house and they’d drive the creepy beach roads around the Sound, looking for monsters. She knew all the stories, knew exactly what to look for.

Well, she’s getting married soon. Daniel hasn’t even met her fiancé. He can’t remember the guy’s name. Maybe it won’t be appropriate for her to come visit, or take a road trip, or have a ghost adventure. Feels like she’s a real adult now. 

But maybe he can call her. Send the RSVP back, at least. Apologize over the phone that he’s not gonna make it. 

He swallows. Blinks up from his reverie as Connie hands him the new joint. 

“It’s cool, right?” she asks. 

Daniel forces a smile. Takes a drag. Holds up the book.

“Can I borrow it?”

[previous day] | [next day]

[justalittletomato]

Of Fat Pots and Home

The tomato babies have grown up and are leaving home....not al crosses to adulthood are joyful or what we imagined.

@storm89 @patchiefrog @pixiestookourstardust @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @stardustbee @apocalypticwafflekitten @gran-maul-seizure

It is traditional among the Dathomiri to have fat pots, the remnants from cookery scooped up into a vessel to aid in the betterment of the meal. For the carnivorous species it is a mainstay in the kitchens, even the shared ones where large roasts took place. When a Dathomiran took their own residence it was also custom for the family to provide a starter for the fat pot from their store, a small bit of home to take with them as they started on their own. 

This would continue to be the case even with the Oppress clan, the plain pot sitting atop the counter brought forward next to a bright red counterpart. It has been a small joke, that Cress’s fat pot should resemble the namesake of the red Zabraks, a tomato. A tearful Cress accepted the gesture with a smile and a promise the first meal would be made using a bit of home. 

Aster’s parting gift was in a decorative pot, resembling a scaled fish that made her laugh and then cry realizing that she was leaving home truly this time. Her first meal on Lothal is heartily cooked with home and a few more tears for salt. 

Lastly there was Danica, the pot rounder than the others, pitted slightly to resemble an orange heavy in hand. Coruscant was a long ways off so extra was provided. Danica gave a tearful smile and held onto the pot with care. A bit of home. 

Maybe some bantha stew, maybe some nydak steaks, something bittersweet but wonderful to open up her new home with. 

“You aren't going to really use that are you?” her husband peered over her shoulder. Danica blinked in confusion, “ My Buir and Father always give one as a parting gift its tradition” 

“It's archaic, come on Dani this is the city, civilization and I doubt any fat pots are used in any modern home. Come on, we will go out for our first night.” He closes up the fat pot. Danica opens her mouth to protest but finds her fight done. 

“ You can use it another day, but for right now put it away” 

The fat pot is placed in the cupboard behind the mugs and left. 

----

Another day does not come and Danica is kindly reminded that the fat pot should be left alone. A gnawing feeling in her belly each time. 

She wanted a bit of home. 

---

That man had long left her behind, Danica had lost track of the weeks turned months. She was not his ideal no matter all his efforts and so he left. Danica huddled into herself and wanted to go home. 

She smiled at the holovid at her buir and Father, and waved off another visit. She was too busy! It was not a good time, maybe the next time? 

How was her studies? 

A smile, at the top of her class of course…

A sour taste of the lie on her tongue. 

----

Seilos reached into the cabinet for a set of mugs. Confused by the surface of one, he pulled out an orange pot.  “Danica is this tea?” 

The Zabrak rushed over to her lover’s side. A wave of joy overtaken by worry, “It’s nothing, just something my family gave me. A fat pot” 

Seilos nodded, “ Oh I read up on those, since Zabraks are carnivorous the fat from cooking is used to help the dishes, makes them a real treat.” 

Danica smiled at that, “ They do,  you should taste how wonderful it is to add some to nydak.” Hope, small but shining bloomed, “ I can make us some so you can truly have some Dathormian cooking” 

Her dear Seilos smiles, “I would love that.” 

In her elation and joy the reality did not settle as she opened the jar. 

A sourness in the air and both wrinkling their noses. 

‘Another day’ had long passed due.  The fat soured from disuse and with it the taste of home. 

“Oh that’s unfortunate, I am sure we can…” it was all Seilos was able to express before Danica broke into sobs. 

Home. She just wanted to taste a bit of home! 

“It’s ruined! It’s all ruined!” she sobbed. She wanted to hurl the pot to the ground. Her parting gift into her new life that had brought her misery and aches to her hearts. 

---

She settled down some time after, hiccuping in Seilos’s arms as he held her. 

“I miss my buir, I miss my dad…I miss…”

She bit her tongue.

“Ava…”Seilos answers for her. No malice in his voice nor jealousy. Seilos knew his love for Danica would always be unmatched to the one she had for the boy she loved since childhood. 

Home. Buir. Father and Ava…

“You should go see them…” He helped her pack, putting away clothes and a set of books for her to read on the shuttle. 

“But then…” His heart was breaking but it was worse to see hers in shambles. 

“They will be so happy to see you. Everyone….” he gives her a sad smile, “I think it's time to visit home..” 

---

[thelordandtheliar]

[Image description: 16 pages of the first scene of a comic titled “The Lord and the Liar”.

1st: A blue anthropomorphic goat with blue wings and a staff flies toward an orange building sitting among trees and greenery.

2nd: Two panels Panel 1: A pink anthropomorphic cat sits inside the building. Panel 2: The blue anthropomorphic goat is shown legs-down landing inside the building. The pink anthropomorphic cat says, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you before.”

3rd: The blue anthropomorphic goat stands in the middle of the image, looking to the side, and says, “Oh, hi, hi! No, I haven't been in this area before. What're you selling here?”

4th: The pink anthropomorphic cat gestures toward shelves of tarts and blue-frosted cupcakes and says, “Oh, I'm only selling some goods.” The blue anthropomorphic goat says “Oooo!” and looks over at them.

5th: Close up shot of the blue anthropomorphic goat. Hy says, “You know, you aren't gonna get much business up here.” In the background, the pink anthropomorphic cat asks, “And who are you to say?”

6th: The blue anthropomorphic goat stands in the middle of the image, looking over hys shoulder and still holding hys staff. There are prominent circular markings on hys back, similar to a snake’s. Hy says, “Oh! Right! I'm Heresy, Lord of the Whistling Wind, and all air that blows through small spaces to make a sound. At your, uh, consumership, or something.”

7th: Two panels Panel 1: The pink anthropomorphic cat leans over the counter, looking bored and skeptical. They say, “You expect me to believe that?” Panel 2: Heresy looks unperturbed and says, “Do you not run into many lords up here--uh—?”

8th: The pink anthropomorphic cat sits in the middle of the image and lifts their head proudly, saying “I am the Shopkeep of this place, of her declension--and nothing more or less.” Heresy’s dialogue in the corner says “Oh right, oh right, I'm with the hymns.”

9th: The Shopkeep gestures at the top of the image, saying “Perhaps you'd like a pastry?” Heresy looks away from the Shopkeep and says “Oh, not really, not right now.” The Shopkeep glowers, starting to get annoyed, and says “Polite.” Heresy responds with “I try.”

10th: Wide shot of the Shopkeep’s bakery. It has some shelves of pastries and other pots and there’s a stack of boxes in the corner, but other than that and the table the Shopkeep stands at, it’s barren. Heresy looks around and says “What're you even doing here?”

11th: Two panels Panel 1: The Shopkeep gestures and says “Running a shop,” to which Heresy says “Don’t have any customers.” Panel 2: The Shopkeep says “You’re one,” but Heresy turns away, uninterested, and says “No, I’m not.”

12th: Two panels Panel 1: The Shopkeep rests their head on their palm, seemingly annoyed and done with the interaction. They say, “Right. You've given that impression well enough.” Panel 2: Heresy continues to look around at the pastries and says, “It's real tidy here for someone with no customers.” On the right side of the page, there’s a close up of Heresy looking at one of the blue-frosted cupcakes. The Shopkeep, out of frame, says “I get plenty when you’re not here.”

13th: Wide shot of the outside of the bakery. There’s plants and greenery all around them and no sign of any other sentient life or residence. Heresy says “Must be a lot of birds. Or dragons. Or bats. Or gryphons, maybe—“

14th: Two panels Panel 1: The Shopkeep tilts their head and gestures with a hand, annoyed, and says, “Could you kindly take a pastry and be on your way?” Heresy, not even looking at them, responds “No, thanks.” Panel 2: The Shopkeep leans over the table, glowering and angry at hymn. Heresy looks over hys shoulder at them, mildly worried.

15th: Two panels Panel 1: Back shot of the Shopkeep, whose shoulders are tensed in annoyance. Heresy looks back at them and says, “Though, you seem bothered by me. Maybe I should be on my way.” Panel 2: The Shopkeep is now shown from the front, in the background. They say, “I don’t want you back here.” Heresy looks up and away from them, out at the sky that’s out of frame, seemingly ignoring them.

16th: Three panels Panel 1: Heresy looks down and says, “Alright, then. Have fun with your birds.” Panel 2: Heresy sprouts hys wings again and takes off Panel 3: Heresy flies away from the bakery, toward the viewer, a determined look on hys face.

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[smallestapplin]

You said you leave cheese out for me, yes? Well here's my requested cheese! I been working all day on my little wheel and I want my cheese!

Piers headcannons SFW/NSFW, maybe with a goth reader? I need my emo boy fill!

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🧀 here you go, sweet babby.

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🎸Piers🎸

- just two goths madly in love, they will absolutely kiss.

- He adore your make up and would absolutely love to do it for you! He gets little eyeliner stamps for batwinged eyeliner.

- No matter what Piers is always protective of you, your his little song bird and he will be damned if anyone hurts you.

- You and Marnie like to gang up on his and playfully tease him, and he’s such a softie he can only stand there and roll his eyes.

- Is lowkey a sucker for wearing matching items, so you’ll end up with a nice gothic outfit that obviously goes along with his.

- Piers is tired, but an insomniac, so prepare to either join him at 3am to go to the store and pick up some ice cream, or go to a fast food restaurant.

- Or you get shaken awake to “It’s early but I’m lonely, wake up.”

- And if he doesn’t do those, he will sit beside the bed at some point, occasionally looking at you and just sighs so quietly “you’re so perfect, fuck I love you.”

- But he won’t say anything about it when you wake up.

- Piers likes to keep PDA to arms locks together, hand holding, and maybe a quick kiss, he gets very bashful off it’s anything else.

- He writes so many songs about you that he has hidden away, he has only sung a few of them, some publicly and some just to you.

- When cuddling he either likes laying on top of you with you running your fingers through his hair, or you laying on top of him.

- His heart melts when he founds out you carry hair ties with you in case his breaks.

- The rock star tries to do little things for you, from picking up your favorite drink or snacks on his way home, to starting a pot of coffee/tea for you in the mornings before he leaves.

- He just wants to show you he loves you and your spooky aesthetic.

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🔞18+Only!NSFW!!🔞

- Switch! He can be on top of you, leaving bite marks all over you while he shoves his cock ruthlessly into you, or your sweet good boy who’s crying out for more while you fuck him and yank him up by a leash.

- That being said he enjoys it when you yank and pull on his choker, he wears it for a reason.

- For he likes a mix of praise and degradation. He wants nothing more than for you to call him “my fuck toy.” “My filthy cum dump.” “Such a good slutty boy.”

- He doesn’t moan that often but he always lets out high pitched whimpers and whines, with the occasional moan or silent scream.

- He’s talking constantly, doesn’t matter if he’s topping or you’re topping, he will be saying the lewdest shit and begging for more.

- You two have definitely fucked before he goes out on stage.

- He doesn’t have a lot of sex toys, but the ones he does have are expensive and good quality, from a Sybian, to large wands, to nice quality rope, to custom made collars.

- Piers wants you to pull his hair and abuse his cock.

- He also wants to bend you over and leave teeth marks in your skin while he fucks your through so many orgasms.

- He also wants to lay you down, hold your hands as he whispers how much he loves you and gently makes love to you.

- His black and white hair creating a curtain around you two, blocking out the rest of the world, leaving only you two and your love for each other.

- He wants you to coo about how much you love him and how good he is too you when you fuck him.

- He’s soft for romantic sex, but also loves being treated/treating you, like a slut.

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Suptober 31 Oct.: Costume

When Dean hesitated, Cas added, "I don't have any party food on hand, but I do have a pot of homemade vegetable soup we could heat up." As if to emphasize the point, a sharp breeze bore down on them, and both he and Dean shivered.

deancas ust, full au, no hooky-spooks, human cas + real toddler jack

Extra thank you’s and a million full sized candy bars of her choosing to @winchester-reload for all the wonderful prompts and running Suptober once again! It’s been a ton of fun. 🧡 Happy Halloween, everybody! 🎃

Unlike the woods, Dean's porch was neither lovely nor deep and was in fact currently festooned with about 900 feet of orange and black crepe paper, but it was mostly dark, despite the orange and purple twinkle light filtering through from inside his living room, and it would suffice. He sat heavily on the swing he'd installed a few months ago and focused on the bass thump of whatever monstrosity Ash was spinning. Occasionally someone would make a spooky howl or send up a cheer, probably when someone else drank something that might have been on fire. 

Dean was glad the party was a rager. He just didn't actually want to attend it. Out on the porch it was him, the crepe paper jiggling in a damp wind, and a half dozen plastic skeletons hanging off of the gutters. Respite.

Something was picking its way up the shadowy walk to the porch steps. Dean crept over to say hi. Before it reached the stairs, the creature let out a pitiful cry; Dean's arm hair literally stood on end. The wail was so much that of a child, he felt his heart crack open.

"Dean?" a deep voice asked.

Dean almost tripped over his own stack of pumpkins. "Cas?" He flailed around for the flashlight on his belt and clicked it on.

"Hello, Dean." Cas waved as the narrow spotlight fell upon him. He stood at the bottom of the steps holding an unhappy bundle. "I'm sorry I'm late."

Sitting the flashlight upright on top of the banister, Dean clomped down the stairs, buoyed by pure relief. "Heya, Cas. No problem." 

In the skittering moonlight he could see Cas was, predictably, still wearing his usual: trench coat, loose tie, suit almost a whole size too baggy. At the comic book store Dean owned, Cas was known as an unintentionally consummate Constantine cosplayer. Dean's business partner Charlie had informed them recently that Cas's shtick was additionally cool because kids today – she used air quotes – loved Columbo. Cas didn't seem any more aware of who Columbo was than he ever had Constantine, but he didn't also didn't seem to mind.

Tonight, he had an accessory.

"Hi there," Dean said to the toddler in Cas's arms. 

The little ladybug, maybe two years old, rubbed his eye with his knuckles and scowled at Dean. 

"This is Jack, my godson." Cas wiped a few lingering tears off of Jack's face gently. He lowered his voice to say, "His daycare class didn't take a nap today because they had a Halloween party."

"Oh, buddy," Dean said, rubbing Jack's velvety back. "That's rough." 

Jack peeked at him and finally started to give him the smallest of smiles.

Dean smiled back. And smiled at Cas, whose return smile, though tired, was the best thing Dean had seen all week. 

Of course, it was only Monday. But Cas was pretty much always the best thing Dean laid eyes on. Dean hadn't been able to figure out where the line was – Cas had become a loyal customer, and wasn't there something a bit skeevy about using that pond to fish in? And he immediately corrected it in his head, 'cause Cas wasn't just a customer. He was a friend. He'd spent as much time in the shop's reading nook talking to Dean about any and everything for the last year as Lisa or Benny or Jo had, and smelled better and was nicer to look at and was all around funnier than the three of them combined.

No offense, Dean thought, remembering that those friends, as well as four dozen others, were somewhere in his house, crunching monster munch and slurping up a thousand dollars' worth of poison apple punch.

"Your firefighter gear seems to still fit," Cas said.

Dean looked down at himself, the turnout coat and pants dusty with past soot and current cobwebs, the yellow-toed boots he'd only worn half a year before early retirement.

"Does it provoke any nostalgia?" Cas asked, tone respectful and curious.

"Nah." Dean took off his heavy helmet and scratched his fingernails over his sweaty scalp. Ahhh. "I mean, honestly – some days I miss being a big damn hero, yeah." He noticed that Jack was suddenly fascinated by the helmet. "But the time was right for me to go, so. I went." He held out the helmet and Jack's eyes grew even bigger. "You wanna try it on?"

Jack nodded, and sat up in Cas's arms a bit more. Dean put the helmet on his head carefully but didn't release it. Jack's entire skull was covered down to his shoulders. The toddler started giggling and it damn near made an echo, the helmet was so much bigger than he was. Dean whisked it back off of him and Jack squealed. 

Cas bounced Jack once and Jack collapsed in more giggles on his chest. 

"Uh oh," Dean said, "I think the slap happies have arrived."

"Oh yes," Cas said. "We are familiar with that this time of night." His tone was wry but his eyes were merry. 

Dean couldn't look away. His stomach fluttered at the realization that Cas wasn't looking away either. 

"Oh, hey. I haven't even invited you guys in." Dean glanced up the stairs. A lot of people were leaning against his living room windows, and someone had changed the orange twinkle lights to a disco setting – blink blink, blinkblinkblink. He recognized the opening chords to "Bela Lugosi's Dead" so at least Ash's taste had improved. Another thought occurred. "It might not be overly, um. Kid friendly."

Cas chuckled. "That's okay. We just wanted to stop by and say Happy Halloween." 

"Hoppy Hallofeen," Jack mimicked in his tiny voice.

"I didn't realize trick or treating ended so early," Cas said. "We were going to visit a few houses but I think it's just as well we've almost missed the time frame." 

"Would you mind the company?" Dean startled himself by asking. He gave a small cough. "I know a couple of places near here that are a sure thing even this late."

Cas looked at him like he was offering to pay for Jack's college tuition or something. He tipped his head. "Aren't you the host of this party?" He pointed up the steps.

"Yeah, but Sam'll take care of things. It's his house too." 

Sam was in there somewhere dressed like a pirate for the third year in a row.

"I thought he moved out ahead of the wedding." Cas adjusted Jack to his other hip.

Dean sighed. "Yeah, he has, technically. But the wedding might not happen."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I put my RSVP in the mail Saturday." Cas's eyebrows drooped with concern.

"Sam invited you?" Dean smiled involuntarily at that. "Nice."

"He's become a good friend too. I always look forward to our book discussions at the shop. But I didn't know there were…problems between him and Eileen."

Dean shook his head. "Well, there aren't, really." He swallowed down that needling, hollow feeling that rattled around in his chest every time he thought about Sam and Eileen being on the other side of town, in their own little world, doing their own things. As far as Dean was concerned Sam wasn't old enough to buy beer yet, or vote, or join the military, or have a mortgage payment, much less a wife or, potentially, some day, a kid of his own. He shook his head again. "They're fine." 

Cas gave him a long look with soft eyes. "You're welcome to join Jack and me tonight, if you'd like." He looked down at Jack, who was half asleep, clutching onto Cas's coat lapel like a baby monkey. "Though I imagine it'd be best if we skipped the candy grab." 

When Dean hesitated, Cas added, "I don't have any party food on hand, but I do have a pot of homemade vegetable soup we could heat up." As if to emphasize the point, a sharp breeze bore down on them, and both he and Dean shivered.

Dean made an executive decision. "That sounds great. Are you parked down the street?"

"No, we walked over."

"Wait, how far away do you live?"

Cas looked away for a second and seemed to have to tap some inner strength. "I live over on Elmwood."

"Dude," Dean said, eyes popping. "That's not even half a mile away. You've lived half a mile away this whole time we've known each other?"

The apples of Cas's cheeks were pink. Dean tried not to be gleeful or lewd about it inside his own head.

"We've never…" Cas cleared his throat. "We always meet up at the shop, so. I didn't want to outstay my welcome."

"First of all, come to the shop any time. All day, every day. You could do your work from home stuff there, if you wanted. I'm not gonna mind, and neither would Charlie. Secondly, we live like nine blocks apart. This whole thing where we've been doing classic-movie marathons over text is finito effective immediately; we're doing the next one in person, for pity's sake." Dean flailed his hands and huffed for emphasis. 

Cas bit his lip for a second. "All right." He squared himself. "Well. Soup."

They'd traveled a few blocks when Cas said, "You know, you're still a big damn hero as far as I'm concerned. You run a shop that's a safe space for everyone who's in it, which is children a lot of the time. I've seen you call in favors from all sorts of people to help customers who're having a hard time with any number of things – paying rent or having enough to eat or dealing with rotten families. Or just needing their car's oil changed." He waited, like he thought Dean might respond.

Dean wanted to, but his throat hurt too badly. Under a street light he paused and Cas paused beside him.

"It's just a little shop that sells comics and old records and posters of Wonder Woman," Dean said finally.

Cas looked at him with the utmost kindness in his eyes. "You know it's more than that."

Dean wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand. "Sometimes it's a place for nerds to argue who would win, Thorn versus Hulk." 

Jack perked up and started making growling noises and beating his fists on Cas's shoulder. 

"That's right," Dean encouraged. "Hulk smash!"

"RRRRRRrrrrr," Jack said.

Cas gave them both tolerant looks. Jack hid his face in Cas's chest, giggling.

They kept walking. Another block, and Dean was able to say quietly, "Thanks, Cas."

"You're welcome." Cas bumped into him. Probably by accident. After five more minutes he stopped in front of a small brick house with an autumn leaf wreath on the door, a light-up jack o'lantern in the window, and a swing on the porch. "We're home," he said, glancing at Dean.

The phrasing rattled around in Dean's brain for a moment, but he found himself once again unable to look away from Cas. 

Oh, he thought. Yes, we're home.

[toraochi]

Daddy Issues

william afton x reader pt. 2

summary: your father, who you love the most is also the person you been scared all of your life. meeting a not so humble man will solve it all?

warning: mentions of abuse, bullying, alcohol, rape and drugs. killing and nsfw-ish. minors, please kindly exit this oneshot.

You walked into the kitchen, Heating up some water at the stove and preparing some coffee grinds to brew. You tried your best to be fast , You wouldn't want to keep Mr. Afton waiting would you?

The sound of high whistle coming from the kettle filled the kitchen. You go ahead and pour the boiling water into the brewing pot. The water falls slender into the medium sized cirlcle.

You waited for a couple minutes. Seeing that the cup full of black coffee almost reach the top, You sealed the opening. Dropping one cube of sugar and stir it. Putting it on a serving plate and you proceed to deliver it your boss.

"I hope I did make it right.." You mumbled to yourself. You are also anxious about losing your job, Without it how can you provide you and your dear father needs? Exactly.

You arrived at the office, Thinking he might be there. You looked at the doors, you saw his name imprinted on the wall which you never seen before. Probably you work as a cashier and not some personal assistant.

You knocked three times.

"Come in." A deep voice followed by a grunt said.

'Maybe I did the coffee too late.' You think, Anxiety seeping through you.

You entered, Seeing William with couple of papers sitting nicely in his desk. His eyes grazed and looked at you. He immediately shifted and smiled. "Oh why hello there darling." You bowed a little, Walking towards him and set the coffee beside him.

"Here is the coffee you asked sir. My apologies if I took long.." You apologized. William looked at you. His silver eyes staring right at you, "You didn't took long, Love." His constant nicknames made your heart flutter a little bit.

As you watch him took a sip with the coffee, His face looks relaxed. His lip grazing at the cup as you watch him silently. "The coffee is great darling. Not too sweet, Not too bland." The man stand up, Towering you almost.

"Good girl."

As he spoke those words, He patted your head. Like your father used to do when him and your mom was still okay. Your face erupted into shades of red. You clutched your hands as you dissolve into his pats.

"Now, Im going to the parts and service. I think Springbonnie has somewhat a failure in his programming. Go along now love, The business start soon. Take care Y/N." He took a simple carass in your face and walked away.

"See you later sweetheart."

After he walked out, You also walked out, Silently fangirling about how your own boss, William Afton called you his good girl. "I..wanna be called like that again.." You muttered.

"Called like what?" You jumped, Ready to hit whoever spoke. "Hey! You scared me !" You yelled. Your co-worker who is a waiter, Nico chuckled. "Its nothinnng." You emphized the letter n.

Nico pouted at your answer. "Just say you have hots on Mr. Afton i mean, Just look at him! He is hot, tall-" His speech was immediately cuttef of by you. " No I don't ! I just saw him a father figure ! "

"Just admit you got daddy issues."

" I mean yeah I do- but it doesnt mean I like him !" You defended yourself, You just saw him as a father figure..right..? As the time passes, Customers and kids entered the diner with glee and joy as always. Kids singing along with the animatronics and Parents complaining about this and that.

"And that will be $10 sir." You spoke as the man infront of you ordered. "Why don't you make it free? Ill make sure you have the best night in your life." He finished his sentence while licking his lips.

"$10 sir." You repeated.

"Ugh this stablishment sucks, mentioning the oder in here god." The man infront of you immediately complain.

"Why are you here then?"' You spoke, "The other customers are waiting in the line." As you ready to delete his tab , a pair of hand slapped you.

"Don't you dare disrespect me like that bitch, Don't you know that I am the Mayor's son? I could easily make your life a living hell." He retorted.

"Oh please, My whole life is a living hell." You snapped back at his dialouge. The children are crying at the back as the parents complained through the line.

"You little-" Again, the voice was cut off once again by a familliar deep voice. "I saw you do your job wrong Ms. L/N. And well hello there Mr. Michigan, Both of you please go with me at the office and we settle things there." Your boss, William spoke.

"But I-"

"No buts love, We don't have all day. Leny, Please take Ms. L/n counter for a moment." He smiled at your co-worker.

"Yes s-sir!"

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You guys arrived at the office, You are standing while the asshole was sitting near Mr. Afton's table. "Serves you right whore." He spoke, Shifting into his seat as William also took a seat.

"So Afton, can you fire her?" The boastful boy spoke. "No he can't do that-" You we're immediately shushed by the boy. "Oh great, woman can you shut up?!"

"Women are sometimes annoying don't you think?" William agreed which put you into a shocked state but you stilled. You can't lose your job. Not right now. "They are bickering most of the time.." William countinued.

" I know right? She's lucky she's around so many people or I could have just knock her out and use her as cocksleeve " The boy angrily said. You got disturb and the same time uncomfortable in what he said.

After he finshed, A click could be heard under Mr. Aftons table.

"Oops ! Did I accidentally recorded it? Silly me!" With a deep chuckle, He said. His grin was almost reach his ears.

"Be careful what you spitting out brat."

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