#and they never mention his mom so I assume he and jordie are doing the housework while their dad is in the field

[bitchthefuck1]

what do you think kaz’s family grew on their farm

I mean, I always thought it would be some kind of grain, like wheat or barley, with a few chickens and maybe a milk cow.

I also have a mini headcanon that they had a few apple trees growing on their land and Kaz and Jordie would be the ones to actually pick them, with Kaz scampering up the trees and tossing the apples down to Jordie as he goes. He'd also probably primarily be involved with the livestock, especially the chickens, and the housework, since he'd have been too small to be much help in the field.

[imaginingsoftly]

Wedding Date Pt. 5 - Tyler Seguin

Type: strangers-enemies-lovers, series

Requested: no

Warnings: swearing, mentions of emotional manipulation and shitty exes

A/N: Sorry about forgetting to post last week! Here’s part 5, and there should be two more parts after this one.

Tyler was already at the Benn house when Melissa arrived the next afternoon. Jordie had promised he would be, and it appeared the middle Benn kept his promises. Tyler was actually the one who met Melissa at the door, and his jaw clenching gave away that he was still mad. For just a second, she wondered if he would shut the front door in his face. The baby on his hip seemed like the only reason that he didn’t. Billie reached out for Melissa as soon as Tyler opened the door, and just like that she was in. Melissa made a note to get Billie a book or something as a thank you, even if the kid wouldn’t understand what it was for. 

He stepped back as soon as Melissa crossed the threshold and began walking away. Melissa followed him down the hallway towards the kitchen much like she’d followed Jordie the day before. “So am I never going to be able to visit Jordie without you being here now?” Melissa glared at Tyler as he walked in front of her, though it was mostly as she tried not to look at his ass. It was hard, especially considering how tight his board shorts were. 

Jordie frowned at Tyler as the two of them and Billie appeared in the kitchen. He’d more than likely heard what Tyler said to her. “Hey, Lissa,” Jordie said, “how’s it going?” His face changed when he looked at her, and the brotherly smile he flashed at her was incredibly reassuring. 

The baby sitting on Melissa’s hip started babbling and clutching at her hair before she could respond. Clearly, she hadn’t been paying Billie enough attention. “Yeah, babe, I see you. You wanna tell me all about your day?” Billie continued to babble at her animatedly, and Melissa tried to ignore Tyler’s quiet huff as he stalked out of the kitchen and into the backyard. She stared after him as he began to help Jessie set up some lights around the deck. He hip-checked her out of the way, and Melissa’s heart tugged at the laughter that filtered in through the open door. 

“You’re really good with her.” Melissa turned her attention to Jordie. He leaned back against the counter and jerked his chin at Billie. “You look like you’ve done this before.”

Melissa smiled and squeezed Billie gently. “My younger sister has two. She married her high school sweetheart right out of college, and they had their first kid right after she turned 23.” She bounced Billie until she started to belly laugh. “I’m the cool aunt.” Jordie laughed, and Melissa chuckled along with him. Sarah’s boys were the toughest part of moving out of the DC area. She had been the go-to babysitter from the time the oldest was born, and now she’d be lucky to see them a few times a year. 

She looked out at the deck again, and Jordie gestured for her to make her way outside. Jessie gave Melissa a hug when she saw her, and Billie started reaching for her mom. Tyler looked like he was doing his best impression of a statue until Jordie punched him on the shoulder and ordered him into the yard to haul chairs in front of the firepit. 

It seemed like Jordie and Jessie were doing their best to keep Melissa and Tyler separate during the entirety of setup, though they were making Melissa do things that involved her being in front of Tyler. If she had to wager a guess, Melissa would say they were trying to get him used to having her in his presence before they talked. 

The party was well underway by the time Melissa finally caught Tyler alone. He was inside making himself a mixed drink when she went for another beer. Much like he had done all night when she tried to get him alone, Tyler immediately made a beeline for the back door. 

“Tyler.” He kept walking, and Melissa hurried after him. “Tyler please just listen for a second.” He stopped, mercifully, and she hurried to catch up to him. “I’m sorry for almost all of the things you mentioned yesterday.” His body was stiff, shoulders tight and angry as she stepped around to look in his face. “I’m not sorry that I hooked up with you though. It’s the stuff afterwards that was the issue. I didn’t plan on sleeping with you, just sex, and when I woke up and felt comfortable I panicked.” It had taken Melissa until she saw Tyler again to realize it, too. She could easily imagine waking up next to him all the time, and it felt wrong to be that comfortable with someone she’d just met. Especially someone she imagined didn’t do relationships. 

It felt like progress when she grabbed his hand and he didn’t pull it away. “I really really like you, Tyler, and it scared the shit out of me. I’ve never been the type of person to make friends easily, and I’ve sure as hell never been the type of person to fall for someone I’d just met, and both of those things happened with you.” Melissa squeezed Tyler’s fingers in an attempt to really make him understand. Brown eyes met hers, and they weren’t as angry anymore. He still looked hurt, but he wasn’t really angry. 

Someone shouted for Tyler, and he jerked his hands back. “I’ll talk to you later.” His shoulders lowered slightly as he walked away, though his steps were still short. Melissa bit her lip. She had no right to expect him to forgive her easily. Ghosting him had been pretty shitty, and appearing in his friend’s backyard had been even shittier. 

In an effort to save her heart from another rejection from Tyler, Melissa found Jessie and did her best to pretend he didn’t exist. Jessie seemed more than happy to be a distraction, shoving cookie dough and a scoop into her hands and instructing her to fill the cookie sheets. Jessie stood on the other side of the kitchen island scooping out of her own giant batch of cookie dough, and Billie stared at them from her seat in her high chair. Melissa made faces at the baby every few minutes, and at one point threw some cookie dough in Jessie’s direction. Billie screeched in excitement, and the pair of women laughed as they continued to do everything they could to make Billie laugh. 

Later, Melissa was sitting by herself near the fire when a large body dropped into the chair beside her. “Why did you ghost me?” Tyler stared out into the fire when he spoke, and he wouldn’t meet Melissa’s eyes when she turned her head in his direction. “I thought we at least had enough of a connection to be friends.” 

Rather than anger, Tyler looked hurt. She hadn’t even considered that he would be upset about losing a potential friend. Honestly, she’d assumed it was embarrassment over being rejected that was bugging him more than anything else. “I panicked.” Tyler scoffed, and she placed a hand on his thigh so he didn’t try to get up. “Kirsten convinced me that a hookup would be good for me, and I agreed. I thought we could hookup, maybe more than once, and be friends.” Melissa squeezed Tyler’s leg to get his attention, waiting until he looked into her eyes before he continued. “I woke up the morning after the wedding and realized that I liked you way too much for this to be a casual hookup. My last relationship ended really badly, kinda messed me up, and I told you about that, which is crazy. Nobody except Kirsten knew that whole story.”

Tyler was melting, she could see it in his eyes. Somehow, Melissa was lucky enough that he understood. He leaned into Melissa’s space as he spoke again. “We didn’t have to be a hookup. Maybe I would have been interested in a relationship, especially if I knew you were here in Dallas.” 

He met Melissa’s eyes with a fiery intensity. She found herself getting lost in them again, just like she had the morning after the wedding. “I don’t know if I can handle another relationship right now. Liam messed with my head pretty badly, stuff I didn’t realize he was doing until we were over.” She looked down at her lap because meeting Tyler’s eyes was out of the question. It was hard for her to admit, but it was the truth. Liam was a master emotional manipulator, good enough that she didn’t realize he was doing it. Looking at language in emotional manipulation was one of her damn areas of research, for fucks sake, and she still hadn’t figured it out until after.

The fire crackled a few feet away. A large hand snaked into Melissa’s lap to cover her hands, and another hand pushed her hair out of her face and gently tilted her head up. Tyler’s eyes, so incredibly expressive, had changed yet again. There was none of the sympathy she’d expected. Just sheer determination that took her breath away. “Let me try.” Melissa opened her mouth to speak, but Tyler shook his head. “Let me chase you. I’ll gain your trust. Be my date to events. Let me show you how incredible you are, and when you feel comfortable moving us forward you tell me. Okay?” Tyler gently rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone, and Melissa sank into the touch. This was what she missed about being in a relationship. She craved physical intimacy.

“Okay.” Melissa whispered the words, and could hardly believe they were coming out of her mouth.

“Okay?” She nodded at Tyler’s repetition, and he grinned cheekily at her. “We’ll start Saturday. There’s a donor event before the draft, and I need a date. We had a bit of fun the last time we went to an event together, yeah?” Tyler winked, and Melissa couldn’t help but laugh. 

Tyler’s face turned serious again as he searched her face. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, baby, and I damn sure don’t want you to run away again.” Melissa’s heart tugged. She would never stop feeling bad for that, no matter the reason why she’d done it. 

She nodded. Tyler kissed her forehead gently, and she leaned into his touch. “I’m gonna make this worth your while, I promise.” Despite herself and lingering reservations, Melissa believed him.

[ohmygillygoshoppler]

Ok, so I’ve been so bored, I just wanted to throw something together, so here’s a short. Warning, lots of Headcannons and trash, you’ve been forewarned!

@bunnythemurderer   you have a tiny part, too, mija~

Nathaniel walked down the sidewalk, some sharing wistful and polite nods with a few people, others refusing to meet the angel's gaze. He had set out earlier that day to see Simoné, but ended up getting distracted helping Kokabiel at the library. He didn't get a chance to stop by her house until later in the evening.

It was grey outside, snow gathered in white and grey clumps all around the streets and walkways. It seemed a tad glum, so the angel though. Now that he thought more on it, Lavender Town did seem like a pretty dreary place in this light. Where elegant streetlights stood, now was a cold, dark, snow-encrusted limbs, void of any life or light.

The behemoth of an angel waited to cross the street, standing rigidly beside a crowd of smaller people. Angels and humans dressed in dark suits, each passing figure looking much like the ones before. The faces he saw looked drained, almost. Like everyone was running on their last bit of energy, or were sleep walking.

He made a mental note of the demeanor of the people as he walked from one district to the next. Dreamride was a polar opposite to Lavender Town... More diverse, for starters...

Nathaniel couldn't quite say he liked walking through the streets of Dreamride. Sure, it was a nice place, and everyone seemed pleasant, but the angel still wasn't very... comfortable here; A place where humans and angels and demons integrated openly with one another. It made his skin crawl.

The angel glanced up the stairs, seeing Simoné's friend Jordan talking on their front porch to a man in a brown suit. No, as Nathaniel closed the distance between him and the house, he realized it was no man she was talking to, rather it was a demon. His guts clenched uncomfortably as he neared the steps, planting a massive hand on the railing-

"Oh, hey Nathaniel." Jordan called from above. "If you're here for Simoné, she's left for work, already."

The demon glanced over his shoulder, shooting the angel with a wide, toothy grin. His bright red eyes made Nathaniel uneasy.

He swallowed the wetness in his mouth. "I... I- where-"

"Speakin' o' which, I should really get going, I don't wanna be late for work. Thanks again, Jojo, I'll have the money by tomorrow night."

"You're lucky tomorrow's payday, Dante!" Jordi scolded, allowing the demon to take his leave.

"Pardon me, sir," Dante said as he squeezed past the hulking angel on the staircase. Nathaniel couldn't help but scowl at the creature as he passed, and he wasn't afraid to let Dante know he didn't quite like him. Dante got the message, too.

"Do you know what time she'll be coming home? I have something for her."

Jordan didn't face him, she was watering Simoné's herbs. "She won't be in until about three."

Nathaniel blinked, stealing a glance at his watch. "In the morning?"

"Uh huh. She work's the night shift at Reeth's."

"At where, now?"

The human put the pitcher down and itched at her sides through her sweater. "Oh yeah, you've never been down to Manx, have you, angel?" she asked in a farcical tone.

He scoffed. "The demon district? "His nose crinkled. "No thank you."

"No thank you?" the blonde youth shrugged. "Oh well, I guess you don't want to see her that bad."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Simoné works at a diner called Reeth's, It's on 42nd and Cooper of down town Manx. If you take the 217 bus all the way into Down Town Dreamride, and then take the 324 east, The diner's a big ol' building on the far side of the Black street. Real loud, music's always playin'. Ya can't miss it."

Ivory brows furrowed, a frown settling on his hard features. "I don't take the bus, I'm afraid."

Jordan rolled her eyes and raked a hand through her hair, combing the little wisps out of her face. "Then fly down there. You wanna see her, go see her. 42nd and Cooper."

Nathaniel raised a hand up, opening his mouth to speak, but the human had already disappeared into their little house.

Nathaniel couldn't get over it; when that demon was on Simoné's porch, talking to Jordan, it was... well, it was different. There was absolutely no trouble. It even seemed like the demon were convinced he, too, was a human. As a soldier, a fighter of the White City, the very sight of demons have roused the most ferocious wrath from within the angel. Not here, of course. That type of hostility was unwelcome on Rurus. After all, this planet was deemed neutral grounds by the Queen and her counsel.

Nathaniel couldn't wrap his mind around it. Why here, of all places? Dreamride was the most inclusive place on Rurus, as far as he could tell, but he didn't understand why. Lavender was nothing like this. There were no demons living there, much less walking through the streets. Here, at the bus stops, shops, even in small groups around trash cans and on staircases, angels, demons, and humans were congregating together, having their delightful conversations.

Nathaniel took to the sky, and headed east; he wasn't about to go and walk through the streets with demons... Now, that would be weird. He didn't want to go and make a scene, what with the streets being loaded with demons, and he being an enormous angel and all. Well, he wasn't entirely comfortable being all buddy-buddy with the enemy, either...

Nathaniel scanned the streets below as he soared on past, the streets alive with light and life, people of nearly all shapes and sized walking to and fro, some on trolleys and buses, others in cars, and a choice few gliding from one building to the next. It was all so new, and yet, somehow familiar. It was strange, really, how similar things were on this planet compared to Heaven.

The Light outside the back door flickered eerily as a solitary witch sat beneath it in a rusted old chair, bent over a dirty old table. She was smoking, quietly watching the sky. He watched her from afar, as she waved to a group of passing demons and sipped from a mug. It was snowing, but she wore no coat. Rather, she wore what looked like a dirty apron and a long violet skirt. It was disorienting for the angel to see her this way, normally she was so beautiful, she always looked like a queen, but here she was, at some hole-in-the-wall diner, sipping from a mug, smoking a spliff, looking up at the night sky. A Queen in a pauper's guise.

Nathaniel glanced about, seeing if there was a spot he could ascend without snagging his feathers onto any windows or staircases. He didn't want to alarm his witch, so before he flew in, he called out to her.

She looked over the rooftop, golden hazel eyes locking with stark ivory. "Hey you! Never thought I'd see you around this place!" Her voice greeted sweetly as she rose up from her seat. She opened her arms, and Nathaniel scooped her up into a friendly hug. "Let me guess, Jojo told you to take the 217?"

"Actually, I flew here. Much faster, given the circumstances."

"Oh?"

"I assume you're busy?" the angel asked as the witch drug over a chair from a dark corner of the alley. "I only wanted to see you, but if you're busy I could always-"

"Oh please hun, I'm on my break. I've got a few minutes to sit and chat, if you'd like." She cooed as she dusted the seat off and gave it a pat. It was almost a comically small chair, but Nathaniel made it work. He just prayed it didn't snap right under him, that'd be humiliating.

The two only had a few fleeting moments of small talk before a commotion across the street snagged the witch's attention away from their conversation. It was a group of children, four demons, two humans, and a young angel. They were all walking down the sidewalk together, and collectively jumped at Simoné's curse.

"Do you kids have any idea what time it is?!" She shouted, shaking a finger at the children. "Y'all best get your butts back home before I call your parents! I’m talkin to you, Malia! I know ya mamma!"

Nathaniel found himself laughing, not at Simoné, but at the faces of the children as they scattered, one taking to the wing. He admired her motherly nature, but there were times when it came across as intimidating. He mentioned as much, and asked how she came to be so stern and well known with children.

The witch smiled sullenly into her cup, her eyes glazing over as she peered into the unknowable. "I've always had a way with kids, ever since I became an older sister." She paused and hummed, recalling a pleasant memory. "I had a pretty decent family, once. I don't remember much about them, but I know I loved them, and they loved me. I never did get to see them after the apocalypse, only the humans killed in the End War were brought to Rurus. I do remember, that for the longest time, it was just me and my sister. Mom passed away when I was fourteen, and Maria well... I never knew what happened to her..."

Simoné smiled and brought her fingers to her lips, taking a long drag from her blunt while the angel talked. "So, Nathaniel, tell me about your family."

"My family?" Nathaniel looked taken back by that. Either that or the way the smoke curled about her cheeks and lips as she spoke his name.

"Of course, darling. I've told you about mine. It's only fair."

The angel thoughtfully stroked his chin. He did his best to recall things about his family. It warmed his heart to think about them, and for a moment, he wondered how everyone was doing back home.

"Well, my family is from a place in heaven known as Star Alley,"

"Where's that? Is it like the White City?" Simoné interrupted before covering her mouth with a hand. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

"No, no. It's quite a ways away from the White City. Star Alley is an outpost nearest the Wake, a glacial part of my home planet. It's mainly flatland, and there aren't a whole lot of people there. Mostly Growers and a few scholars. The mountains of the Wake overlook the plains, and at night, the stars are the brightest and most incredible to see."

He counted them off on his fingers as he named them. He was wearing the lapis lazuli ring Simóne had made for him. She smiled when she noticed it.

"-There's my mother, Ananiel, she's a dream-reader, a seer of sorts; my brothers, Zacheriah, Zadkiel and Sahaqiel, and my sisters, Israfel, Baraqiel, Kokabiel, Kushiel, Dumah and Tamiel. My brothers are scholars, Dumah and Tamiel are mystics, Israfel is a minstrel, and plays the most beautiful songs, Kokabiel is an astronomer, as well as an astrophysicist, and once taught at the Imundii Spire, and Baraqiel is my youngest sister. She's a..." He trailed off, not exactly knowing how to put his darling sister into words. Nobody understood Baraqiel, or put a label on her personality. One could say, she didn't have a personality...

"-Kushiel and I were drafted when we were around the same age, and were moved to the White City to train as Hellgaurd. I trained and sparred against Aboddon himself." he shrugged and sipped his drink. "It was where I grew up. Spent countless centuries standing watch over the White City, Lostlight, The Crystal Spire... I have since retired from my Hellguard duties, and once served the Archon Lucien, before his fall and humanity's restoration. Now, I have been tasked by the Heavenly Host to learn about humanity, and I have been relieved of my duties."

"So... you were let off work to take a vacation on Rurus?" the witch inquired, straightening in her seat. "Heaven sent you here?"

"More or less. Almost every angel on Rurus was sent here, and not all of them were pleased about the exchange."

Simóne  placed a hand on her chest. "You mean to tell me that angels didn't want to come and live among us common folk?" the witch asked in mock surprise. "Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a tad bit racist..."

A chuckle. "Not so much. My people can be quite... Full of themselves..."

Simóne just rose a brow, her smile disappearing behind a mug. "Oh?"

"I can imagine you understand what I mean."

"Honey, I used to have an office job, in Uptown Lavender, and I was surrounded by angels. The only one there worth any of my time was that sweet deaf boy. Poor thing was as isolated as I was. After he quit and moved back to Lavender Town with his sister, I used my savings to buy that house and came to work here at Reeth's."

the angel smiled, stealing a glance over his shoulder at the street. A group of demon and Akuma kids were walking together, giggling and fussing over some glowing thing in their angel friend's hand. The band roaring, music pouring out of the windows and back doors. He reached over to where Simoné's hands lay at her side, absently taking her red hand on his. Her warm smile sent a bittersweet tinge of longing through his chest.

"Not all of the First Kingdom is against you, just enough for me to be worried..."

The witch smiled up at him, humming contently and stroking his hand with her thumbs, her smile growing wider as the angel's face reddened. Simóne mentioned how handsome he looked, drawing a fit of murmurs from the angel as he turned away from her, smiling.

Both angel and human jumped as the door swung open, that same demon from the porch standing there jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. Nathaniel couldn't hold back a small sneer as the demon grinned.

"Simoné, your eclairs are finished." Dante chirped, wiping his hands on a rag that hung in the belt loops of his pants.

"Thanks, Dante, I'll be there in a sec." she said with a smile, grinning at the angel as the box shuffled back into place. "That's my cue. I gotta get back to work,"

Nathaniel nodded, standing tall from his seat, the tiny chair groaning its relief.

"Say, why don't you come on inside? I'll introduce ya to the-" the witch started, but Nathaniel stopped her before he could finish.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly!" the angel declared. "I'd cause a scene."

"Honey, this place is a scene," Simoné giggled, collecting her mug and hooking a rogue curl behind her ear. She nodded over her shoulder, shooting Dante another smile and a wink. "You just come on in here, and I'll get you situated with some coffee, how's that sound? You can meet my friends."

Truth be told, Nathaniel didn't want to hang around here with a crowd of demons, He was still uneasy about the whole thing, but the way his witch stared up at him with pleading eyes and a wide smile, he couldn't say no. Of all the foolish decisions he's made in his life...