#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ and i can stay grateful for the sun ┊ conversations .

[loversfms]

LOCATION:  gingerbread  house  contest STATUS:  closed  /  up  to  player  ! @dreamerfms

“okay,  TOTAL  hypothetical  here…  but  say  you  made  an  exquisite  gingerbread  house  that  you'd  kind  of  like  to  keep  for  a  little…  how  would  you  convince  two  five  year  olds  it's  not  for  eating  ?”

[loversfms]

“well  i  hope  you  had  a  stopwatch,  because  that  has  to  be  a  record  of  sorts.  at  least  let  me  get  something  out  of  this  heart  attack  i  just  had."  he  fishes  his  phone  out  of  his  back  pocket,  leaning  in  close  (  but  not  too  close  )  and  snaps  multiple  pictures.  “okay,  i  can't  promise  FOODSTAGRAM  picture  quality,  but  i've  got  the  chimney  side…  although,  don't  love  the  candy  pattern  if  i'm  being  honest…”  not  that  she'd  asked,  but  he  couldn't  help  but  share  his  (  likely  unwanted  )  opinion.  “it's  just  not…  were  they  out  of  blue  ?  never  mind--  do  you  want  me  to  airdrop  you  the  pictures  ?"

she  almost  wanted  to  burst  out  laughing  at  devon's  reaction,  not  having  realized  how  sudden  her  movements  were  until  after  the  fact.  but  then  she  remembered  why  she'd  had  her  sudden  outburst  in  the  first  place  and  was  focused  once  again  on  the  task  at  hand.  "i  was  accounting  for  your  reaction  time,  you  know,  just  in  case  you  were  too  slow  and  it  cost  me  my  entire  house,"  she  really  couldn't  predict  if  it  was  seconds  away  from  crumbling,  or  if  somehow  expecting  it's  downfall  had  the  opposite  results.  "but  i  would  actually  really  appreciate  that.  foodstagram  type  of  pictures,  please.  you're  my  hero,  devon."  she  added  a  little  smile  at  the  end,  as  if  everything  she  said  or  did  previously  would  be  forgotton by the small gesture.

[mokokone]

Can I request for Kusuriuri, a fluff story like "she fell first but he fell harder" (or can be reversed). Btw I really love your story's! :D

A/n: Thank you! I am glad to hear that you are enjoying my works. It means a lot to me that you find my stories enjoyable♡.

The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Reader Oneshot [Fluff]

The room was filled with a palpable silence as the late morning sun continued its ascent, sending a soft golden light streaming through the shoji screen.

Kusuriuri felt a strong urge to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, but he found himself irresistibly drawn to gazing at her. His eyes lingered on the gentle curve of her jaw, the strands of hair resting on her arm and pillow, and the captivating depth of her eyes.

Unlike before, he didn't feel the need to avert his gaze when her eyes met his. He could continue staring into her eyes endlessly, losing himself in the moment. It was evident to him that the feeling was mutual as she returned his gaze with equal intensity.

Whispering his name, (Y/n) closed her eyes as he gently moved a strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to accidentally scratch her with his long painted nails.

In response, he softly spoke her name.

Those were the only words the two exchanged. Despite that, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile widely, and he inched closer, his cold hand moving up and down her side in a slow, gentle motion. His fingertips followed a path from her side, to her back, up her arm, skimming over her collarbone, and up her neck.

The touch was so light, as if he was afraid she might vanish if he applied more pressure. His fingers paused at her chin, his index finger delicately resting underneath, while his thumb traced the shape of her lips.

"I've fallen for you, Kusuriuri," (Y/n) spoke.

The words are like warm honey. The humble medicine peddler sucked in a deep breath, his half-lidded blue eyes staying locked on the slight part of her mouth as she placed a kiss on the pad of his thumb. He exhaled in a puff, watching the hairs to the side of her face shift in place.

He looks at her, and for the first time, she feel perhaps a sense of danger from him, that he is more than just a man, a medicine seller─a mononoke hunter.

“Why?” His head tilts slightly, and his eyes shone with curiosity; they remind (Y/n) of an animal─a curious cat or...perhaps a fox.

His question is a fair one, and the truth comes easy.

He'd met her on the outskirts of Edo in a cozy little izakaya. Her hands unwittingly brushed his own as she poured him a cup of white sake. She had a conversation with him, a mere stranger, and he told her many stories of his travels. It was like talking to a long-time friend. Before he departed, he gave her a gift: a lavender incense to help her relax and to ward away evil mononoke. She thanked him and prayed that he would come visit her again.

And again, he did visit.

Day after day, week after week, and month after month until (Y/n) evidently confessed her feelings to him the following year.

"Because I love you, and I am grateful for all that you do─for me, the people, and mononoke alike.”

"You shouldn't be. I am not what you wish me to be. I'm just a humble medicine peddler."

“Doesn't matter... You are kind," she tells him, snuggling closer into his warmth. "You shatter my sleep. All milk-need and lavender lips. You smile, and I melt."

The latter come out as a poem—a lovely haiku.

"Would you rather have someone as noble and strong like a samurai?" He inquired.

Why would she love someone who chooses honor and dances with death?

"No. A samurai would smell of war and be too prideful. His armor would be hard and cold, and he would bring me nothing but heartache." She replied. "I want you and you alone, Kusuriuri."

The corners of his purple-painted lips arched upwards until he flashed her his sharp canines.

"You shouldn't..."

Frowning, (Y/n) pressed another kiss to his hand, and he vaguely registered the warmth of her palm on the side of his neck. It was as gentle as a butterfly's wing, and had he not seen her limb move, he would have missed it. The same hand reached out, grasping his wrist and pulling it away from her face. Kusuriuri swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. His still isn't used to being touched so casually, but he melted as she leaned in and placed her cherry blossom lips on the corner of his mouth.

The kiss─it is sweet; however, it wasn't enough; he could never get enough. He thought as he greedily takes her in and kisses her so fiercely. His eyes fell closed, fingers intertwining with hers. Shifting slightly, his other hand came up from beneath him, cupping the back of her neck.

Kusuriuri wanted to tell her that she shouldn't have fallen for him and that she's unsafe with him. He lives a dangerous and inexplicable life. She was already aware that he is no mere human; though, he still distastes that she'd seen his other self─Hyper.

But, it was too late to go back.

(Y/n) was far too smitten with him, just as he was with her. He kissed her tenderly, lovingly, over and over again, his hands holding her so close that he might think she'll fold like origami.

"I've already sealed my fate," she whispered between kisses. "I love you, Kusuriuri."

She wanted to do this for so long—shower him in love and affection, to be showered in love and affection back. When her lips came back, there was more intensity behind his kisses, welcoming the part of her mouth with his own. His mouth was warm and welcoming, and she could taste the lingering sake left behind when he pressed his tongue into her own.

(Y/n) winced, feeling his long nails dig into the meat of her hips. It took Kusuriuri longer than it should have to realize the sound escaped her as he pulled back quickly. A thick strand of saliva kept their mouths connected as he glanced over her.

"Ah~" she breathed into him, her hands grabbing the fabric of his kimono and fisting the material in her palms. "It's okay."

She sounded amused, and his fingers gripped her just a little bit tighter as he kissed her just a little bit harder.

"Okay."

But is it really okay!? He didn't know when the last moments would be with her, and he didn't want her to slip between his fingers and tear. He didn't want to dance around his feelings to keep her safe when neither knew what tomorrow brings. So, instead, he continued to hold her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace and the sweetness of her lips.

She fell for him, a simple medicine seller, but the truth is that he was the one who fell for her.

And Kusuriuri is grateful.

[zu-is-here]

Hi Zu 💞

Have you ever dyed your hair? If no, would you like to? If yes to either of these questions, then what colour? I'm asking very random questions, and now feel the need to remind that if anything seems too personal or you simply don't want to answer (or whatever else), it's fine to skip a couple or even more. It's about getting to know each other and a bit of fun, no pressure or anything.

Now that's a complicated question. Fifty-fifty, I guess?.. Not good yet, but not that bad anymore either. Regardless, doing my best. And how are you?

They sure are! Though I didn't watch Soviet cartoons in a long time, especially my kid's self most favourite one. I loved Bag of Apples with my whole heart, made my parents rewind the tape for the whole day, again and again and again (x So that was my absolute favourite. And I did love those you named; others worth mentioning for me are Plasticine Crow, The Last Year's Snow Was Falling, Kitten named Bow-Wow (what an interesting translation, don't you agree?), Дядюшка Ау, Домовёнок Кузя (didn't find the translation for those), The Flying Ship, and so on and so forth; the list might as well be endless, so I'll stop myself here.

Well, lucky you! Here in Volgograd it's super hot and dry from May to September, especially near the main roads, where asphalt feels like a frying pan (x

I try, I really do. Yet can't help but be hard on myself, since years come and go, and I see progress but have no idea how I made it. So it doesn't feel like mine, which makes any praise I get kind of irrelevant. It's not fair, but it's true.

Oh, I completely understand your choice! That's exactly why I asked in the first place (: Not everybody is okay with spoilers in general, and someone might mind them simply because — as you said — later that'd make the pleasure last. I did my best to not mention loooots of characters. And lore; there is so much lore, you can't even imagine. I can gush about it for hours! Hope my attempt to keep it simple was more successful than not (x

Thanks for your interest in my original and fan works! I'm really glad and grateful for having you as my reader and my friend 💞

Take care!

Hi again╰(*´︶`*)╯

It's okay! I've never dyed my hair, for I love my simple color ♡ What about you? Have you changed something in your body, maybe piercings or tattoos? I doubt tbh but no worries, you don't have to answer either (ówò)

That's already good <3 Oh I'm great as always, thanks! Looking into the eyes of my deadlines empty-handed but with a smile on my face XD

Heheh (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Such an interesting translation for "Гав" indeed! Ah, The Flying Ship with its amazing songs... I'm so glad we still have this opportunity to once again plunge into this carefree childhood of us *^*

For real? (°▽°) I didn't even know it was better to look for warmth in the east! x) But really, good luck there ᕦ(òwóˇ)ᕤ May it be nice for you even under the scorching sun's rays ☆

And please, stay merciful to yourself ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ Cause there would be no these creations without you, cause no one can do it the way you do.

Same here ♡ Thank you very much for sharing your World with me! I thought your concept over for a pretty long time after our conversation. I know how intimate an idea living and filling over the years may be, and this one is awesome and worth more attention, so I wish you to embody it one day ☆

Take care! *hugs* <3

[loversfms]

“okay,  well,  maybe  let's  just  say  activities  from  movies.  i'm  still  your  boss,”  he  reminds  her,  a  light-hearted  smile  present  on  his  face.  devon's  been  ice  skating  before,  only  a  couple  of  times,  with  his  ex-fiancée.  she  loved  events  such  as  this  one.  OH  TO  BE  YOUNG  AND  IN  LOVE.  “yeah,  once  you  get  the  hang  of  it,  it's  not  horrible…  but  you  first  have  to  get  the  hang  of  it.”

who: @loversfms, devon where: ice skating

"The next time I suggest we do a romcom inspired activity, remind of this." Micah couldn't help but laugh nervously as she tied the laces of the skates. She'd never ice skated before but the activity seemed to feature in a number of books and movies, and Micah had to admit that she'd been curious about its appeal. "Just so you know, I might not be able to make my shift tomorrow. You know, since I'll probably end up falling on my ass a million times."

[lesdreams-author]

Pregnant Lisa mini fic part 26 (building a new path)

The children sleep all through the night. Jean watches them from her hard chair.

She wonders if they are exhausted by all the events from this day or just from the medicine they received.

Either way, she is grateful to see they resting. Their little faces peaceful in their sleep world.

She sleeps very badly, body cold not only from the cold but also from the pain radiating from inside.

༎ຶ‿༎ຶ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

She wakes to whispers, not so quiet whispers.

Jean chooses to remain with her eyes closed and listen to two childish voices.

D: " what is she doing here?"

The other voice, calm and unworried says.

Q: " seems like she slept here."

D: " she was spying Diona and Oneechan?"

Q: " Diona, she is Klee's Mama."

The toddler huffs and then asks.

D: " What we going to do, Oneechan?"

Q: " about breakfast? QiQi is hungry too."

Diona sighs exasperated.

D: " no, Oneechan. Diona is asking what we going to do after we can go!"

Q: " Ah... QiQi doesn't know."

She can hear the shrug on the girls voice and vy the exasperated tone diona makes she is probably right.

D: " They going to lock us."

Q: "why?"

D: " because we aren't normal like the other kids."

Diona says, voice quiet and sad. It pangs her how this little girl already has a heavy weight upon her. she decides to make herself know.

J: " You aren't going to be locked."

Both girls snaps their neck to look at her, wide eyes.

D: " Diona don't believe you!"

Jean nods. She understands, after all they don't know each other.

J: " I know you don't trust me, don't know me yet. But..."

She rises from the chair and kneels on the floor, so she can be level head with the girls on the bed.

J: " I want you both to know me better."

Diona furrows her brows and QiQi tilts her head, studying her.

D: " what it means?"

She smiles shakily and asks.

J: " Would you both like to stay with me when you get out of the hospital?"

Diona eyes widen and QiQi asks then

Q: " will Klee be there too?"

Jean nods and smiles.

J: " sometimes yes. She will be more in her other mother's house but she will come to visit us every so often, I'm sure."

D: " Does it meant you not together with Klee's mommy?"

With a grimace she tries to answer.

J: " it's complicated....An adult thing."

D: " so you have another home? Where are we going to live?"

Diona it seems has a lot of questions and Jean tries to move forward the reminder of her fallout with Lisa.

J: " we are going to my mother's house. I mean...if you both want to."

W: " Klee's grandma?"

Jean nods, a small smile on the corner of her lips.

J: " yes, Klee's grandmother."

Diona looks at her sister that after change a smile with her says.

Q: " So Klee's grandma is going to be our grandma too?"

Jean laughs, eyes sparkling in the low light of the sun coming through the window.

It is this way they agree to move together, to five a try at this new relationships. It's this way she get a yes and a seed of hope.

( ◜‿◝ )♡( ◜‿◝ )♡( ◜‿◝ )♡

The hospital informs her the girls don't need to stay another day hospitilized. Although they don't weight what they needed and have some vitamin deficiency, there's nothing wrong with them. So she gets some prescription to vitamin and nutritional diet to them and realizes both girls don't have anything to wear besides the ragged white rob.

She meet Barbara doing her morning rounds while she is signing the kids discharge papers.

Her sister asks her what she is doing in the hospital still and it prompts a long conversation about everything that happened yesterday.

B: " oh wow...This is pretty big, Oneechan."

Without a better answer to say, she puts her hands inside her pants pocket and says.

J: " yep."

Barbara rolls her eyes and says.

B: " okay ... I can see you don't want to hear what I have to say about some of your decisions."

Jean smiles tightly and nods.

J: " thanks, little sister."

At another eyeroll Barbara continues.

B: " só, did you talk with mother yet?"

At Jean blank stare Barbara sighs.

B: " I can't believe you made all those decisions and didn't even talk with mother. She will kill you!"

J: " what!? She loves Klee! She will like to have two little kids around too."

Barbara shakes her head.

B: " Klee is her grandbaby, she dotes on Klee more than she cared for us. Also she had the time to get used to the idea of a Grandchild with Klee. But those two? You are basically getting her arms full with two kids and dumping them on mother's place."

J: " hey, I'm not dumping my kids with mother!"

B: " you are still going live there for how long with two kids. And you didn't even discussed it with her."

Barbara points out and Jean falls into silence, now worried about her current situation or better yet, lack of residency.

B: " did you even started to, I don't know...shop for them?"

J: " shop?"

Jean frows.

B: " Clothes, Jean. They need clothes, shoes, towels, toothbrush, toys, books, medicine, beds and sheets....hell, everything!"

Jean's shoulders drop.

J: " I don't...I didn't have the time yet."

Barbara humms and then, more soft says.

B: " Look, I know you want to adopt them but first you need to get the very basics. So go talk with mother, see if she will accept this."

Jean sighs, eyes on her boots.

J: " and if she don't? What if she says she doesn't want to help me, help us..."

Her voice is small, quiet. Dread is feeling her stomach and she can't stop fear she will have to let those kids down for a while.

B: " Hey" Barbara says, hands on her arm and attracting her attention. " Don't worry. If mother doesn't help you I will. It's what sisters are for."

Jean lifts an eyebrow.

J: " what about Rosaria? I'm pretty sure your fiancee will not be amused by it."

B: " Rosaria will have to understand if she wants to continue by my side. I'm an auntie and ad such i will not let my nieces down!"

Jean smiles, eyes glittering in gratitude.

J: " thanks"

She says, voice hoarse and emotional. Barbara shrugs and pat her shoulder.

B: " Now, go ask mother and whatever her decision may be, go get some clothes for the girls. I'm sure klee had some to spare."

J: " what? No, I can buy them-"

B: " I'm sure of it but it will take a while to buy clothes and stuff and they will be discharged in a few hours. So don't be a chicken and go to your house, get some clothes borrowed of Klee and come back. I'm going to be with them until you come back."

J: " but what about Lisa? I'm pretty sure we aren't supposed to see each other so soon."

Barbara rolls her eyes again and Jean wonders if her sister will not give herself a headache.

B: " you guys have a daughter together, there's no such thing as 'don't see each other'. So don't be a chicken" she spells " also Lisa must be working at this hour and Klee is on school."

She turns Jean around and with a push at her back says

B: " remember one them is still the size of a toddler, so you will have to find Klee's old clothes. Good luck, Oneechan!"

Jean sighs. She doesn't know if she should feel encouraged or just feel the dread and anxious energy on her belly.

....to be continued

[loversfms]

LOCATION:  winter  wonderland STATUS:  closed  /  up  to  player  ! @amadouers

“i  understand  why  they  play  them,  THE  CLASSICS…  but,  you'd  think  even  the  event  organizers  would  realize  there's  only  so  many  variations  of  JINGLE  BELL  ROCK  one  crowd  can  sit  through…  and  yet  i  haven't  heard  i  want  a  hippopotamus  for  christmas  even  once  ?  do  you  think  these  bands  take  requests  ?” 

[loversfms]

LOCATION:  ray  harbor  park STATUS:  closed  /  benedict  everly @sunpaintedsea

if  you  had  told  devon  six  years  ago  that  his  children's  other  parent  would  be  a  bartender  who  attempted  to  run  across  numerous  alligators,  he'd  call  you  INSANE.  there  were  a  lot  of  things  the  devon  from  2018  wouldn't  believe--  it  was  funny  how  life  happened.  still,  he  couldn't  be  more  grateful  for  the  man  standing  beside  him.  an  incredible  friend  and  a  devoted  uncle  was  exactly  what  he  needed  upon  moving  to  palmview,  and  he  knows  he's  found  that.  “so,  how  are  things  going  for  you  ?  any  crazy  stories  for  me  ?”

[loversfms]

LOCATION:  photo  stations STATUS:  closed  /  bean  everly @sunpaintedsea

devon  scrolls  through  his  phone,  looking  at  about  TWENTY  photos  of  bean,  juliet,  and  victor  in  front  of  the  same  backdrop.  they  were  only  on  the  first  one,  and  he  wasn't  sure  how  much  longer  the  kids  were  going  to  allow  it.  “well,  the  good  news  is  there's  a  lot  of  choices…  the  bad  news  ?  there's  not  a  single  photo  where  everybody's  eyes  are  open.”

[loversfms]

LOCATION:  fleurist STATUS:  closed  /  veronica  lee @astralfms

devon  looks  around,  almost  embarrassed  he  can't  really  name  any  of  the  flowers  around  him.  it's  almost  like  a  sensory  overload  for  him,  between  the  bright  colors  of  the  flowers  and  strong  scents.  there's  a  girl  among  the  flowers,  and  she  looks  comfortable,  almost  familiar  with  them.  "excuse  me,  do  you  think  you  could  help  me?"

[loversfms]

LOCATION:  coral  cove  park STATUS:  closed  /  up  to  player  ! @delightfms

it's  rare  devon  gets  a  day  off  (  tells  himself  the  book  nook  is  in  good  hands  for  the  day,  and  the  kids  are  off  at  school  ),  so  he  spends  it  trying  to  enjoy  the  last  of  the  warm  weather.  that  is,  until  he  finds  a  wallet  on  the  ground,  and  has  made  it  today's  mission  to  return  it  to  the  owner.  luckily  their  id  is  in  it,  which  at  least  gives  him  a  face  to  look  for.  he  knows  walking  long  enough  SHOULD  lead  him  to  the  right  person,  and  he's  correct.  it  only  takes  fifteen  minutes  of  walking  for  the  very  face  on  the  card  to  appear  in  front  of  him.  "hey  !  think  you  dropped  your  wallet."

[loversfms]

LOCATION:  the  book  nook STATUS:  closed  /  adya  khatri  @dreamerfms

devon  has  always  been  grateful  that  the  book  nook  feels  welcoming  enough  for  customers  to  become  regulars.  what  he's  NOT  expecting  is  for  it  to  feel  so  welcoming  that  people  are  falling  asleep  on  the  seats  provided.  no  doubt  the  girl  needs  it,  seeing  how  he's  let  her  sleep  for  about  half  an  hour  already,  but  the  snoring  could  not  be  good  for  business.  he  tries  tapping  the  back  of  the  chair,  both  lightly  but  hard  enough  to  emit  a  sound  that  would  wake  her  up.  "hey...  everything  alright  ?"

[loversfms]

“your  skepticism  makes  me  nervous--  can't  just  take  a  guy  for  his  word  ?”  while  he  was  quite  proud  of  the  gingerbread  house  he'd  created,  he  fully  believed  a  scathing  review  from  a  twenty-something  might  actually  take  the  wind  out  of  his  sails.  “just  tell  them…”  he  lets  out  a  laugh,  as  if  it  were  that  easy.  “you  haven't  spent  much  time  around  kids,  have  you  ?”

" exquisite ? that's a bold claim, i need to see proof. " she's always been a harsh critic, words never meant in malice, but there's a lack of filter, no real sense of social cues. " why can't you just tell them that it's yours and you don't want them to eat it ? "

[loversfms]

“why,  yes,  there  is  a  song  called  that.  my  kids  sang  it  for  the  two  months  leading  up  to  christmas  two  years  in  a  row.  it  is,  unfortunately,  etched  into  my  memory.”  devon  couldn't  help  but  be  the  dad  who  mentioned  his  kids  in  almost  every  conversation.  running  a  business  and  being  a  single  father  of  two  didn't  really  leave  him  the  opportunity  for  a  social  life,  which  meant  nothing  else  to  talk  about.  “it's  not  one  of  the  romantic  ones,  though,  so  it  gets  overlooked,”  he  informs  her,  despite  the  fact  that  she  clearly  could  not  care  any  less.  “you  say  CLEARLY,  but  i'm  not  one  to  make  such  assumptions,”  devon  muses  with  a  shrug.  “but,  good  to  know.  i'll  keep  in  mind  who  not  to  book  for  my  next  event.”

truth be told, gianna’s not really paying attention to the live band, pretty much zoned out until she heard somebody speaking. he’s not entirely wrong  –  she herself isn’t much of a christmas person, and while she doesn’t mind the classics being played over and over again right here, it does get tiring at some point.    “  there’s a song called that?  ”    she asks, brows furrowing together in confusion. for some reason that one doesn’t ring a bell to gianna.    “  i don’t know. clearly i’m not with the band, so you’re asking the wrong person here.  ”

[loversfms]

the  shriek  startles  him  enough  to  drop  his  spoon  and  hold  his  hands  up  as  if  he's  in  trouble.  devon  can  feel  his  heart  racing,  a  slight  roll  of  his  eyes  as  he  realizes  what  for.  “you  know,  you  could've  just  asked  me  to  stop  for  a  second…  i  would've  said  yes.”  he  takes  a  deep  breath,  just  trying  to  get  his  heart  to  slow  itself  down.  “would  you  like  me  to  take  a  picture  too  ?  you  know,  different  angles  and  all  ?”

CLOSED STARTER: utp! @loversfms LOCATION: gingerbread house contest

"DON'T  MOVE,"  jade  let  out  a  shriek,  arms  extending  out  to  shield  her  best  attempt  at  a  decent  looking  gingerbread  house.  "i'm  not  planning  on  winning  the  contest,  nor  did  i  come  in  here  with  the  intention  to  but,"  she  started,  finding  it  difficult  to  let  out  a  breath  on  the  off  chance  it  causes  the  entire  house  to  crumble.  "i  swear  to  god  if  i  did  all  of  this  without  getting  some  sort  of  visual  evidence of it...  let's  just  say  my  gingerbread  men  will  be  attacking  next  door."

[loversfms]

“my  god,  man,”  devon  winces  slightly,  trying  to  imagine  a  punch  to  the  ribcage.  he  was  a  baby  compared  to  his  friend,  who,  after  losing  his  leg  in  such  a  floridian  way,  seemed  to  take  physical  injury  with  ease.  “i  guess  it's  a  good  thing  i  never  got  into  bartending,  hm  ?  could  you  imagine  me  separating  two  grown  men  ?  i  can  barely  get  juliet  off  of  victor  half  the  time,  and  they're  only  forty  pounds,”  he  says  with  a  shake  of  his  head.  “you  sure  you  don't  want  a  job  at  the  book  nook  ?  i  could  definitely  find  a  spot  for  you.  much  less  DANGEROUS.  kinda  need  you  to  stick  around…  the  kids  actually  like  you,  so,  need  you  to  not  be  involved  in  so  many  of  these  brawls.”  his  eyes  look  out,  watching  the  kids  on  the  play  structure.  “is  there  anything  worth  sharing  about  me  ?”  a  slight  joke,  but  these  days  devon  had  really  gotten  into  his  settled-down-dad  role.  “the  kids  made  up  their  own  handshake…  we  watched  the  parent  trap  ONE  TIME,  and  they  decided  they  needed  one.”

LOCATION:  ray  harbor  park STATUS:  closed  /  benedict  everly @sunpaintedsea

if  you  had  told  devon  six  years  ago  that  his  children's  other  parent  would  be  a  bartender  who  attempted  to  run  across  numerous  alligators,  he'd  call  you  INSANE.  there  were  a  lot  of  things  the  devon  from  2018  wouldn't  believe--  it  was  funny  how  life  happened.  still,  he  couldn't  be  more  grateful  for  the  man  standing  beside  him.  an  incredible  friend  and  a  devoted  uncle  was  exactly  what  he  needed  upon  moving  to  palmview,  and  he  knows  he's  found  that.  “so,  how  are  things  going  for  you  ?  any  crazy  stories  for  me  ?”