#he could have a little playset too..like a bar or something

[bobosbillionsknives]

Concept sketch for a Knives planet gunsmoke figure set because I'm completely fucking insane and I'm losing my mind

[pathologicalreid]

little duck | s.r.

in which Spencer is too excited about his first Halloween as a dad to remember he's supposed to be celebrating his birthday

margotober masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: jareau!reader, birthday party, halloween, dias des los muertos, roslyn talk, this IS my ffofa family but you don't need to read it to read this (just know that reader and jj have beef), mostly wholesome content, babies and having babies, the spencer reid dilf agenda! word count: 1.53k a/n: is this any good? not sure. it's definitely cute though.

Your eyes flickered around the kitchen, trying to spot a familiar mess of brown curls that you’d lost track of about an hour ago. “Hey,” You said to Penelope, putting an arm around her shoulders, “Have you seen my husband anywhere?”

The blonde shook her head, taking the opportunity to glance around the house to see if he was hiding in plain sight, “Haven’t seen him,” she shared a look with Emily, who shrugged, “Did you check outside?”

Shaking your head, you sighed while picking up some trash from the counter and setting it in the trash. “No, thanks though,” you flashed them a small smile before continuing your way around the house, he wasn’t in the office or the library either.

The house was decorated in a hybrid celebration of Spencer’s birthday and Halloween. Décor for the latter had started going up in September, but the fake spider that Spencer put in the guest bathroom still made your heart race. Balloons fluttered in the air while you strode past them, “Hey, there’s the lady of the house,” your head snapped up.

“Hi Dave,” you greeted Rossi with a hug, “How are you enjoying the party?”

He lifted his glass of punch up, “Other than the fact that I’m not sure how you got the punch to turn green, it’s a beautiful party. You’ve outdone yourself.”

Thanking him, you promised to come back and chat once you found Spencer, who was still missing. As for the punch, you were under strict orders not to tell anyone how the punch had turned green, but you knew that Spencer had used spinach as a natural food dye. Personally, you were avoiding the liquid like the plague.

Finally checking outside, the only thing you found was Matt’s older four chasing each other with glow sticks while their father watched on. Kristy was inside with Rosemary, who wasn’t quite old enough to chase her older siblings yet. You smiled at the thought that maybe next year she’d be able to join the big kids.

Henry and Michael were on the playset, the older of the two trying to impress his younger brother by crossing the monkey bars. You waved at Michael on the swing before closing the door behind you, turning around to continue your search in the house, jumping when you found someone behind you. “Oh,” you hung your head in shock, “You scared me.”

Your sister smiled at you, “Sorry, I saw you looked like you were searching for something, I wanted to see if you needed anything.”

JJ made your chest ache. Every time she offered to do something for you or surprised you with a gift, she continued to get into your good graces, but it just reminded you of your broken bond. Shaking your head, you looked around the living room, “I’m just looking for Spencer.”

Recognition flickered in her eyes, “He went upstairs with Amelia about ten minutes ago. I didn’t see him come down.”

You sighed in relief once you knew where your husband and baby were, “Thank you.” Making your way to the stairs, you turned and spoke up again, “And J, take some leftovers home! I really don’t need all of it.”

Hopefully, you could convince everyone to take at least something home. Throwing parties was a curse, there was always too much food. You made your way upstairs, checking the master bedroom before peeking your head into the nursery, finally finding Spencer.

He was sitting cross-legged on the floor with Mila propped up in front of him, still learning how to stand unassisted. You leaned against the door frame, watching Spencer adjust her Halloween costume as she stared at him in wonder.

It was a tradition in your family for your mom to make the costume for Halloween, at least the first one, and Spencer was more than willing to adopt any tradition available to him, especially if it involved Halloween. You gave your mom free rein of the costume idea, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when she showed up before the party today with a baby duck costume in tow.

She was blowing raspberries at him while he brushed some feathers out of her face, “We’ll have to trim some of those, honey,” he spoke to her gently. He had refrained from putting the hood over her head, either because he didn’t want to ruin the tiny ponytail she had sticking up from her head or because he didn’t want her to get too warm, but she seemed more than content to be dressed in the bright yellow outfit.

You were thankful that she’d be comfortable in the costume because the rest of the week would be jam-packed. Tomorrow night was the FBI trunk or treat, then a Halloween party at Rossi’s, then actual Halloween, and then a Dia De Los Muertos party at Penelope’s to round off the week.

Honestly, you weren’t sure who was going to be more exhausted by the end of the week, you or Mila.

Eventually, you caught the gaze of your eight-month-old, who reached out and made grabby hands at you, exposing your location to Spencer, who turned his head to look at you, “Hey,” he said, still holding her upright even though his eyes weren’t on her.

“Hi,” you greeted back, unable to take your eyes off of the baby. More specifically, you were unable to take your eyes off of her costume.

You took a seat on the floor across from Spencer, who helped Mila off of her feet so that she could crawl to you, “Go see mama,” he urged her gently, watching as her tiny arms and legs carried her across the floor.

Once she reached you, she pushed herself up on your leg until you scooped her up, settling her in your lap and raising your eyebrows at him, “You know there’s a party going on downstairs.”

“I had noticed that, yes,” he answered, neatly folding the hood of Amelia’s costume and setting it in a pile.

Adjusting the bow on top of her head, you craned your head down and kissed the side of her head—she gurgled in response. “Did you know that they’re all here for you?”

Spencer smiled slightly, “I knew that too.”

Mila continued to babble while you looked at your husband curiously, “And yet,” you started, “You’re up here, putting her Halloween costume on while you should be at your birthday party.”

“I just wanted to see her in it,” he confessed, eyes flickering down at his daughter in her baby duck costume.

You had to admit, she was heart-achingly cute in the handmade costume. You were so happy when your mom brought up making the costume, not wanting to ask right out for it.

From the day she was born, Amelia was surrounded by family, you and Spencer made sure of it. She was cuddled up in the hospital with a blanket that Penelope crocheted. Even her nickname—Mila—had been granted to her by Derek’s daughter, who couldn’t quite swing the three-syllable name at the time.

There was a pit in your chest that was brought upon you by the symbolism of the costume, you often wondered what life would be like if your eldest sister was still around. You wondered what she’d think of your baby’s middle name—Rose—and if she’d think it was cool. “Hey, Spence?” You whispered, carefully standing up with Amelia in tow.

“Yes, my love?” He responded, following your lead and getting up off the floor, taking the baby from you, and changing her into pajamas.

You hummed behind him, taking the discarded costume and folding it up, placing it on top of the dresser until you needed it tomorrow. “Happy birthday,” you told him for the nth time today.

He smiled at you, resting Mila on his hip before he turned back to you, “Thank you.” Spencer leaned over and kissed you, the action receiving a coo from your daughter.

Laughing softly, you cupped her head tenderly, “It was a pretty good year, huh?”

Spencer pulled you into his side, you being held in one arm, and Mila in the other. “Yeah,” he murmured, “This one was definitely a favorite.”

Becoming a parent with Spencer was a dream come true, there was nothing you could think of that would top this year. Tilting your head back, you looked up at him, “So, what are you going to wish for this year?”

His gaze flittered down to the baby on his hip.

You shook your head immediately, “Pick something else,” you said, giggling at his silent suggestion. To you, it felt much too soon to think about another baby, and you knew Spencer was mostly joking. The two of you had previously decided on waiting.

Spencer sighed in response, looking between you and Mila, “More of this,” he answered, “The three of us, together.”

Raising your eyebrows, “Avoiding a party together.”

“As a family should,” he affirmed, beaming at you.

You were smiling so much that your cheeks ached, and you nodded your head in the direction of the door, “C’mon, there’s a cake downstairs with your name on it. Literally.”  

[declanfs]

January 8, 2024! (TWO THOUSAND TWENTY FOUR feels like it should be in all caps)

This work is entitled “River.” Made by Declan using deodorant <3

I can’t believe you turn three this year! It’s still almost half a year away, but it’s still closer than ever. You are such a little sweetheart stink bug. Your new thing is to freeze us so you can do something sneaky, which is kind of nice because it clues us into you doing something shady.

Example: Earlier today, we split a half of a bueno bar - 2 little chocolate squares each. You love chocolate. I love chocolate. We love to have little bits of chocolate throughout the day, and you’re actually eating pretty well lately so I have no issues with this. You are washing lightning McQueen and mater in your lovevery sink on the island because they got dirty at the sand pit today and you very sweetly and politely say “please i can have more chocolate mama?” And so of course I’m like, okay, yes. We can both have one more piece. So we each have a single shell from this chocolate box Santa brought me. THEN, like 5 minutes later after we are playing a totally different game and are in the living room and you see “You’re frozen, mama!” And so i look over and you are walking straight to the candy drawer where all the chocolate shells are! So I say HEY! You little sneaky, sneaker! And I run over and scoop you up - because making you laugh is the best way to distract from the fact that we are not having more chocolate right now - and I take you downstairs to tell dada about your sneak-scapades.

Like 20-30 min later you said I was frozen so you could hit the palm tree plant with your sticky hand. You haven’t learned yet that if you didn’t try to freeze us, we would never know you were up to something, and hopefully you don’t learn that for a while long.

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Last night during dinner, you walked back to our bedroom. Not unusual because you’ve loved dumping out your rock and seashell treasures on our bed and you like to turn the lamps on and off. But, when I called out “what are you doing, Declan?” And you replied with “mama, dada, you’re frozen!” Dada immediately jumped into action to see what trouble was in the making. You were actually in the bathroom and had an accident back there because learning to poop on the potty is really hard, so you freezing us was your distraction so you could go to the bathroom in peace!

___

You’ve just been extra delightful lately, and it’s so fun to watch you play and grow.

Pa is officially retired now, so sometimes he just comes over on a random Tuesday to look at the dinosaur detective book. When the weather is nicer, I’m sure we’ll spend more time doing outdoor adventures.

Christmas updates:

Santa brought you a marble run and a new tricycle! We got you some new books, a Yoto player, the trash truck game you really wanted from target, little people market, beads, a bluey tree house, and a zoo membership. In other words, we got you way too many things. After you opened like 2 wrapped presents, you were basically done. You didn’t finish opening presents until last weekend (new year’s eve!) I guess between Santa and what we picked out, you just had enough to play with.

Auntie Koko got you a doctor playset and an ice cream counter

Granny and Pa got you a bluey trash truck and a drum set and some clothes

Deedee and pop got you a yo-yo and a kaleidoscope and a lightning McQueen Dino track that you LOVE. I think they actually got you something else, but I’m kind of blanking on what it was right now.

You live in your pjs and love feeling cozy with soft blankets. So far we have read like 189 books for the 1,000 books before kindergarten challenge, and most of the books on the floor in that picture are from the library. You also LOVE the cats. You are so delighted when they come up to you for pets or you can sit next to them.

[adhd-demetri]

Caregiver!Felix x Age regressing/dreaming!Reader

Suggested by: @vampires-lullaby

Note: this story is NOT for k1nksters! please keep your k1nks to yourself!

Playgrounds and the sniffles

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It was a lovely autumn evening. The crisp cool air outside swirled around with the leaves. The chilly air making it's way into your room gave you a sense of comfort. It was finally autumn!

You had your stuffie wrapped tightly in your arms as you watched from your window. You could feel yourself slipping into your baby like state of mind. Thankfully you were with your caregiver Felix so you felt safe.

You scooted away from the window and started to play with your little stuffie on a colorful foam mat that had letters and numbers on it. You heard the door to your room open and you looked up to see your caregiver.

"Hey little one. Playing with your stuffed animal?" He asked leaning down and picking you up. Thanks to his strength, he was able to pick you up without trouble. You loved it when he picked you up, it made you feel even smaller than you were if that was even possible!

You nodded.

"It's a bit cold out but you've been cooped up in here since morning. Would you like to go to a park and play?" Your eyes lit up and you ferociously shook your head yes. You loved the park!

You loved to play on the swing sets and the slides! You tried to climb the monkey bars before on your own but Felix refused to let you.

"Alright little one, but first you have to put on some warmer clothes. You cannot go running around in those. Especially since it'll make your cold worse." You didn't understand what the big deal was! It was just a short sleeved shirt and shorts? How cold could it be outside?

You opened your mouth to protest but a stern look from him made you shut it quickly.

You grumbled but gave in anyway. Felix sat you back down and you ran to your closet. You pulled out a long sleeve shirt with some shorts to go with it. On the middle of the shirt was your favorite cartoon character and the shorts would match perfectly with it!

" No no no little one! Not that. It's to cold for shorts. The shirt is fine though." You pouted and stomped your foot angrily. You wanted to wear the shorts! They made it easy to move around the playground and you wanted to match too!

"(Y/n)! Unless you want to sit in the time out corner I would suggest you lose your attitude."

You could feel yourself becoming angry. You could feel warm tears begin to trickle as you puckered your lip. A tantrum in the making?

Felix sighed. He knew he'd regret this decision later but if it meant keeping you from throwing a tantrum then so be it.

"Alright fine, but you will end up getting sick though. So don't say I didn't warn you little one." He said to you as he pulled on his cloak and gloves.

You quickly threw on your clothes while Felix found your shoes and a pair of thick socks. You couldn't wait to play! You were going to bring your stuffie too so you can play with them on the slides!

Once everything was ready, Felix snatched you up and out you both went.

The air swirled around you. You could feel the coldness tickle your cheeks as you both sped towards the playground.

Once there, he let you down and you scrambled to the swing. Felix of course was right behind you.

You grabbed onto his cloak and gave it a gentle tug. He looked down at you and you pointed to the brightly colored swings.

"Do you want me to push you on the swings?"

"Please?"

"Alright come on. Pick which swing you want!" He said while you led him over to them.

You picked out the perfect one! Your feet barely touched the ground and it was one of the more comfortable swings as well.

You got yourself all snug. You could feel the swing being pulled back and the sudden whoosh of cool air around you. Felix pushed you as you glided through the air higher and higher.

"Felix can I jump and you catch me? Please?!!" You asked.

Felix thought for a moment.

"Yes. On the count of 3 your going to jump. Ok?"

"1"

"2"

"3!"

You jumped off the swing and landed directly into his arms. You laughed with joy as he then spun your around in his arms like a toddler before setting you on the ground.

"I wanna go on the slide!" You exclaimed while jumping up and down excitedly.

"Tell you what. Normally I'd follow you because your a little danger magnet. But if you listen to me, then I'll let you play by yourself today. Sound like a deal?"

"Yes!"

"Alright now listen close. You cannot run because its starting to sprinkle. The bigger slides and playsets are off limits. And do not go on the monkey bars. Remember what happened last time?" He said sternly with his arms crossed.

Last time you played on the monkey bars, you slipped off one and hurt your knee badly. Luckily Felix had a small first aid kit hidden in his cloak. He had cleaned off your knee and fixed it up with him giving it a little kiss to make it feel better.

You shook your head yes. He smiled, pleased with your answer. He walked over to the bench near the edge of the playground while pulling out a book from his cloak and sat down.

You took off to the brightly colored spiral slide. It was your favorite slide because it went the fastest out of all of them!

You managed to get up the slide and you let your little stuffie go down first. They slid down the slide and you followed after them! You could feel the cold and slightly wet air against your face as you went down the spiral slide.

You repeated this until your eyes landed on the monkey bars. You know you shouldn't play on them but sometimes rules were meant to be broken right? You'd make sure you didn't hurt yourself like last time!

You giggled as your got to your stuffie and took off to the monkey bars. You quickly peaked over to your caregiver. He was more into his book than he was you at the moment.

Good!

You stretched out your arms and jumped onto the first bar as soon as you got up the steps. So far so good!

You could see a rather deep puddle below the middle. It did scare you for a moment but you knew you could make it across without falling in!

You swung back and forth then grabbed onto the other bar. You continued this little pattern with determination.

You got to the middle when your nose started to run. Your fingers were starting to hurt and lose their grip when you let out a sneeze. You managed to hold on somehow, which was a relief for you.

Quickly you swung yourself to the next bar only to sneeze again. The sprinkling of rain didn't help you either as your hands slipped from the bar and plummeted straight into the ice cold water!

You coughed and spat out the icy cold water as you were being pulled out of the deep puddle by Felix.

"Sorry to cut playtime in half but we have to get you back NOW" Felix said sounding rather aggravated. You whimpered feeling really bad about disobeying him.

He simply sighed. Felix pulled off his cloak and wrapped you up in it with only your face sticking out from the hood. He forced your head into his shoulder as he sped off.

He snatched your stuffie too as he passed by the spot where you left them, which you were grateful for. You would be heart broken if he left your mini friend.

The trip home was so cold you could hear your own teeth chattering together as your caregiver ran back.

It didn't take long for you guys to get home. By the time you got there, you were having horrible coughing fits.

Your cold have finally flared up tenfold and it was making you very cranky.

Maybe you should've listened to Felix about wearing warmer clothes after all and stayed off the monkey bars.

Before you knew it, you were in your pajamas and under a pile of thick warm blankets with your stuffie tucked safely in your arms.

Felix had stripped you of your wet clothes and was now running to grab cough medicine.

"Hang on, I'm gonna get you some cough medicine. Your coughing way to hard. Also sounds like you've got mucous in your chest too."

You simply nodded and snuggled yourself under the covers. Before you knew it, Felix was in front of you with that horrid liquid and a spoon.

You instinctively hid your mouth under the covers as he poured the thick nasty stuff into the spoon. He seemed to have seen that too. He thought of a way to lighten the mood. Then it struck him!

"Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way this time?" He asked as he smiled down at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Nuh! Gross!" You whined.

"Ah so hard way it is!" Felix's smile turned into a smirk as he disappeared from your view.

You quickly realized that this meant something horrible! Before you could act, your covers were suddenly gone.

You felt his hands suddenly ticking you like crazy! You let out a squeak as you tossed and turned trying to escape him but to no avail. You laughed and squirmed under his merciless hands.

He stopped suddenly while you gasped for air.

"Gonna take your medicine now or do I have to tickle you again my little one? Choose wisley." He said while playfully teasing you with the spoon by hovering it over your head. His other hand resting on your belly, ready to go again if you decided to fight with him.

You pouted once you realised you wouldn't be able to handle another tickling attack.

"Fine." You said angrily while crossing your arms. He gave you a gentle head pat and you gulped down the nasty stuff. It tasted gross and felt even worse going down! Yuck!

You scrunched up your face which didn't go unnoticed by Felix. You looked up at him, he had a rather devilish smirk on his own face as he watched your expressions. You knew he liked to torment you in small ways and got a little kick out of it too. This one definitely one of those times.

You stuck your tongue out at him which only made him chuckle.

"Don't worry. I'll get you something to wash that down. Which one would you like? Your favorite sippy cup or baby bottle? I also have those kiddie cups with your favorite cartoon characters on it if you'd like that instead?" He asked you while covering you back up with the blankets.

"(Baba/sippy/cup)!"

"Alright and what do you want to drink?"

"(Favorite drink)!"

"Now you sit tight and don't move to much ok? Can't risk my little one getting an ouchie while sick." He said before disappearing again.

Before you knew it, he was back again with your drink which you happily took. It seemed to sooth the icky feeling in your throat.

Felix scooted you over on the king size bed and hopped in himself. His arms snaked around your mid section and he pulled you close to him. You felt safe.

"I think you've had a bit to much excitement today. Considering you disobeyed me and got yourself even sicker than before. I'll let it slide this time since you need to rest."

You simply nodded feeling your eyes grow heavy. The blankets with his combined grip seemed to sooth you greatly. You still coughed here and there but not as bad as before.

Turning over, you snuggled yourself into his chest as his arms shifted and pulled you tightly to him. You felt something rubbery poke at your mouth. Instinctively you open your mouth and in pops your pacifier Felix had gotten you.

Felix started to hum a little lullaby and before you knew it, you fell asleep.

[hopelikethemoon]

Lense (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Lense  Rating: Explicit  Length: 3500 Warnings: Sex on camera, shower sex, discussions of pegging, and fluff. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set the Summer of 1999 a couple weeks after Adventurous. Part one of two parts of their new sexploit. DID YOU ALL MISS ME? This only took me like a week to write. Is it good? I don’t know, my brain’s still fuzzy from my seizure.  Summary: Reader and Javier make good on their idea to record themselves.

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“You know, when you said you needed someone to watch the girls for the weekend I didn’t realize it was so Javier could mow the lawn.” Steve said, giving you a pointed look as Javier passed by the window again with the mower. 

You laughed, shaking your head slowly as you took a sip of the lemonade you had made, “It’s supposed to rain. He wanted to get it out of the way first.” 

Steve pursed his lips together and nodded his head as he arched a brow at you, “What are you two planning to get up to?”

“Do you really want to know?” You rolled your eyes, glancing out the window as Javier paused to wipe sweat off his brow with the hem of his shirt. “The garden center has some Bell peppers and Serranos that were calling my name. We might go pick up a couple and plant them.”

“Without the girls?”

You narrowed your eyes at Steve, “I seem to recall watching the girls two Sundays ago so Connie could ‘try a new recipe’.” 

Steve made a face before taking a sip of lemonade, “A new recipe was tried.” 

“So I heard.” You smirked a little. “Only took the two of you — what? Two decades to get adventurous?”

“We’re not all you and Javier.” Steve retorted, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the counter. He glanced towards the hallway, where the girls could be heard laughing and giggling in JoJo’s bedroom. “I still don’t know how the two of you keep that spark alive.”

You shrugged, your eyes flickering back out the window to watch Javier. “You forget that we went an entire summer feeling like strangers. Have the two of you considered therapy?”

Steve shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Yeah, we’ve actually been seeing one. We’re working on a lot of shit that I didn’t realize she was holding onto.”

“We tend to protect the people we love from that kind of stuff.” You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip, folding your arms across your chest. 

“You and Javi good?” Steve questioned, his brows drawing together. 

“Solid.” You answered without hesitation. “Admittedly, I’m a little antsy not having somewhere to go and work every day. First summer off in my entire adult career.” You grimaced a little. “He’s surprisingly good at the stay-at-home thing.”

“That surprised the hell out of me,” Steve agreed. “I remember how he was at the DEA. Work was home, home was work.”

You nodded, “Yeah. It all balances out.” Reaching for your glass of lemonade, you continued. “You and Connie just need to focus on what’s right for the two of you. Your relationship isn’t going to look like mine with Javier.” 

“We’re a bit more conventional.” Steve teased, giving you a look. “Not that it’s any of my business, but… I’m guessing this the sex tape thing. Right?”

You snorted, scrunching up your nose. “You’re right. None of your business.” You smirked as you heard the lawn mower shut off. “But yes.”

Steve scratched at the back of his neck, “Look at that, Connie and I have done something you haven’t.”

“Really?” 

He shrugged, “Shocking. Right?”

“Mommy!” Josie called out, tearing down the hallway into the kitchen, “Stevie tried to eat my Barbie.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered, “Well, did she actually eat it?”

She stopped short, grinning innocently. “No.” 

“Then what’s the emergency?” 

Josie pursed her lips, “Olivia said she just got the new Barbie Fountain playset and I want to see it.”

You arched a brow at her, “Are you telling me to hurry up?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Is it working?”

Steve laughed, giving your back a pat as he stepped past you, “I’ll get the girls ready.” 

“What have we talked about lying?” You questioned as you crouched in front of your daughter. 

“But I told you the truth.”

The back door opened as Javier came in from mowing the lawn. Josie’s eyes went wide and she reached out to grab your forearm. 

“Don’t tell daddy.” She stuck out her bottom lip, looking sweet and innocent in a way that only ever got Javier wrapped around her fingers.

“I don’t know, he might want to ground you.” You tapped her on the nose. “Just be honest, alright?”

“Alright mommy.” She smiled at you, before flinging her arms around you. 

“Am I missing out on something?” Javier questioned, lifting his shirt up to wipe off his sweaty face. 

“Ew. Daddy! You’re stinky.” She stuck out her tongue and shied away from him. “You need to get hosed down!” She said, just like you sounded whenever Stevie got filthy. 

You stood back up, nodding your head towards the hallway. “Go get your bag so Uncle Steve can leave.”

“What’d I miss?” Javier questioned, hooking a finger in the back belt loop of your denim shorts. 

“Josie telling little fibs again.” You made a face. “And you do stink.”

“Thought you liked fresh cut grass.” He arched a brow and gave your ass a playful swat. “I’ll shower once they're on their way.”

You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, “I might join you.”

“Just the Little Bear backpack?” Steve called out from the bedroom. 

“And the Esprit duffle.” You answered, swatting Javier’s hand away as you wandered down the hallway. “Two beach towels, swimsuits and spares.” You explained as you leaned against the doorframe. “Connie said you have spare wings for Sof.”

“We’ve got a dozen.” Steve assured you. 

Sofía toddled over to you, wrapping her arms around your leg. You leaned down and scooped her up. “Are you going to be a good little rugrat for Uncle Steve and Aunt Connie?” 

She nodded excitedly, “I’m gonna see a kitty.”

“That’s right,” You tickled her stomach, making her squeal. “You’re going to see Mr. Grouch.”

“His name is Oscar!” Sofía corrected you. 

You laughed, “Yes, but he’s named for Oscar the Grouch.” You reminded her, “Right Em?”

Emily nodded, “Daddy wanted to name him after Uncle Javier, but mom said no.” 

“Oh, I know all about that.” You bounced Sofía in your arms before sitting her back down. “Alright, let’s clear out.” You clapped your hands. 

“It was the mustache,” Steve explained. “Have you ever seen a cat with a mustache?” 

“I thought it was the whole ‘you hate cats, but Oscar’s glued to you’ thing.” 

“That too.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, before shouldering the girls’ bags and herding them out of the bedroom. 

Stevie whined as she followed after the girls, “You can’t go with them, Stevie.” You told her, grabbing ahold of her collar so she wouldn’t try to bolt for the door. 

“Have fun, Peña.” Steve quipped, fixing Javier with a smirk as he headed for the door. “Hope you have a tripod.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, “You’re lucky the girls are here.” 

Steve laughed, “Yeah, whatever Javi. Have a good weekend guys.” He said before ushering the girls out the front door. 

Once the door was safely closed, you let go of Stevie and went to lock the door. “Once she’s settled, we can let her out back to chase lizards. That should keep her occupied.” 

“So you told Steve?” He shook his head, barely able to keep from laughing. 

“To be fair, we told him at the bar last month.” Your brows rose upwards. “And more surprisingly, they’ve already tried this.”

“Really?”

“I know.”

Javier gave you a skeptical look, “I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Which is more believable…” You said slowly as you approached him, putting on the most innocent attempt at seduction. “Steve and Connie making sex tapes… or you taking the strap?”

He rolled his eyes, “The latter.” 

You smirked, reaching out to ghost your fingers over his stomach, before sliding your hand up his chest and curling your fingers around the back of his neck. “I figured.” 

Javier curled his arm around your waist, “Weren't you complaining about me smelling?”

“I’m holding my breath.” You teased as you played your fingers through the sweat-damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Shower?”

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and nodded, “Sounds like a plan, baby.” He said as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a slow kiss, one that lingered just long enough to spike a rush of desire in your lower belly. 

Javier pulled away, catching your hand and guiding you towards the bedroom. 

“Wait, let me put Stevie out.” You reminded him, shaking your hand out of his hold as you went to open the door in your bedroom that led into the backyard. “Stevie!”

“I’ll get the shower running.” Javier told you, before vanishing into the bathroom. 

“Alright pup, enjoy your afternoon outside.” You told Stevie as you put her out into the backyard. You followed her outside, grabbing the hose to fill up her big green water bowl. 

Stevie barked, wagging her tail, before a scurrying lizard caught her attention and she went bounding after it. 

You headed back inside, pulling the door shut and drawing the shades on the door. The last thing you needed was for a neighbor to catch a glimpse into your bedroom today — not that they could with all the flora and fauna around the fence line. 

The shower was already running in the bathroom and you could hear Javier whistling to himself as he waited for you.

“I love you just a little more for whistling ‘Livin’ La Vida Loca,’ Javier.” You remarked with a grin as you shouldered the door open and stepped inside to join him. 

“It’s catchy,” Javier told you, scratching at the back of his neck as his eyes swept over you. “You’re overdressed.”

“Or maybe you’re just underdressed.” You retorted pointedly as you gave him your own sweeping look. “Someone’s got a swim tan line.” You brushed your fingers over his hip bone where there was a subtle line between his stomach and the skin that was covered by his swim trunks. 

“That’s what you get when you have mermaids for daughters.” Javier caught your hand, rubbing his thumb over your palm before lifting your hand to his lips and kissing each knuckle. 

“I don’t know, Sofía still freaks out when I try to wash her hair.” 

Javier cocked his head to the side, “You’ve got a point there.” He released your hand, reaching down to unsnap your shorts, pushing them down your hips. 

You smiled softly at him as you leaned in to kiss him, sliding your fingers through his hair. He managed to work your t-shirt up, breaking away from the kiss long enough to rid you of it and your bra. 

“Should we film this?” You questioned, peppering a line of kisses along his jaw as you reached downwards to curl your fingers around his rigid cock. 

“Fuck.” Javier hissed out, catching your wrist. “You want me to?” He questioned, meeting your gaze with an arched brow. 

You nodded, stroking your thumb over that sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock just to watch his lashes flutter. 

“You gotta stop doing that if you want me to grab the cam, baby.”

“Fine.” You stole another kiss before taking a step back, letting him step back out of the bathroom to grab the camcorder from the bedroom.

There was something hilarious about Javier wandering back into the bathroom — buckass naked — with his glasses on as he tinkered with the camcorder. 

“This better come out good.” Javier remarked as he adjusted the viewfinder and looked through it. “Two grand better come out looking cris—“ He stopped short as he focused the camera on your naked chest. “Worth every penny, baby.”

You flipped him off, smirking at him as he panned up to your face. “Is this gonna be a solo film?” You questioned, tucking your fingers into your underwear and shimmying them down your hips. “Because I’m not the one who needs a shower.”

“Baby, I’m recording.” Javier huffed, looking up from the camcorder, his brows furrowed together. 

“I’m pretty sure when we watch this in the future, I’ll remember that you were hot and sweaty… emphasis on the hot.” You beckoned him towards you. 

“Hang on.” Javier hit stop on the camera, before setting it up on the bathroom sink so it was angled towards the shower. He crouched down, flipping open the monitor and turning it around so he could see what was recording. 

“Are we in frame?” You questioned, resting your hand on his shoulder as you peered down at the camera. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, reaching behind him to give your leg a squeeze, before hitting record on the camera. “Definitely didn’t have the shower on our record list for the day.” 

“We’re good at making things work for us.” You pointed out, reaching for his glasses and taking them off his face and sitting them on the sink by the camera. “I think that’s a recurring theme for us.”

“Fairpoint.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he guided you back towards the shower. 

The water was the perfect temperature for a hot summer afternoon. You stepped under the spray, winding your fingers through your hair, watching as Javier stepped in to join you. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Javier arched a brow as he curled his hands around your hips. 

“That you’ll consider keeping your hair this length.” You reached out and stroked wet fingers over his hair, slicking it back. “I may have to fight off a new crop of horny students, but…”

Javier laughed humorlessly, “I’ll think about it.” 

You tugged gently at his hair, “Good.”

He crowded you back against the shower wall, the water pelting down on his shoulders and sloughing off onto your chest and arms in the process. “And for future reference, you don’t have to fight anyone off, baby.” Javier drawled out as he brushed his lips against yours, before trailing his mouth down your throat. 

You sank back against the wall, winding your fingers through his hair as he palmed at your breast with his left hand, while his mouth latched onto the other. You tilted your head to look towards the camera — it was weird to imagine a future version of yourself sitting down to watch this moment in time. 

You knew people watched adult videos — you were entirely aware of that particular section of the sex shop. But it had never really been something either of you needed to get the wheels turning. Would you future you enjoy you staring into the camera lense while Javier’s teeth scraped over your nipple?

Javier caught you by surprise when he slid his free hand between your thighs, making you forget all about the camera on you. 

He kissed his way back up your chest and nipped at your, “Forget it’s there, baby.” He whispered, dragging his fingers through your slick folds slowly. “That’s a good girl.”

“Screw you.” You laughed, rolling your hips into his touch as you curled your fingers around the back of his neck and guided him in for another kiss. You slanted your mouth over his, your tongue sliding out to find his. 

Javier ran his other hand up your side, fingers ghosting over your breast, before trailing back down to grasp at your hip. He groaned against your lips as your own hand slid down and curled around his cock. 

You twisted your wrist skillfully as you stroked your hand over the length of him, matching the rhythm he’d set as he stroked his fingers through your slick folds. 

He slid his hand around to grab at your ass, pulling you towards him. You broke away from the kiss, letting out a ragged breath as you met his gaze. 

“Let’s not spoil all the fun yet.” You breathed out, stroking your fingertips over his collarbone as you slowly dragged your hand over the length of his cock. 

“Didn’t have any plans to, baby.” He rasped out, catching your wrist and pulling your hand away. “But I do have plans.” Javier leaned in to kiss you, before pulling back, “Turn around.”

There was something about the tone he took that went straight to your core, fanning out fresh heat through your veins. Oh. 

You turned around to face the wall, planting your hands firmly on it. You glanced to your right, staring at the camera for a split second before Javier pulled focus back to him. 

He raked his hands up your legs, squeezing at your hips before one hand wandered to press flat against your lower stomach as his other hand guided his cock between your thighs. 

“Shit.” You hissed out as the head of his cock slid deliciously against your clit. 

You sank back against his chest, using him for support as he started thrusting against you, dragging the heavy length of his cock through your slick folds. 

“That’s it, baby.” Javier whispered against the shell of your ear. “You're such a good girl. Fuck.” He loosely curled his fingers around your throat, keeping you pinned against him as he rocked his hips. 

You slid your hand behind you, fingers twisting in his wet hair as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “Javier.” You gritted out, trembling in his grasp as his cock kept rubbing against your clit, causing your inner walls to clench around nothing as you careened towards an orgasm. It was just the right kind of stimulation, but still not enough. 

Javier slid his hand from your throat up to cup your jaw, urging you to turn your head just enough to look back at him. His lips brushed against your cheek, his breath hot against your damp skin as he continued to move. 

“Javier!” You moaned out, nails biting into his forearm as you shattered for him. “Please.” 

“You want more, baby?” He questioned, slowing the role of his hips. 

Your eyes flickered to the camera, focusing on the red flashing record light, before your attention returned to him. “Yes.”

Javier pressed a kiss to your cheek before he adjusted himself behind you. His fingers brushed against your sensitive cunt as he lined his cock up and slid into you. 

He roughly palmed at your breasts as he kept you pinned back against his chest, his thumb dragging mercilessly over the pebbled peak of your nipple. 

“Fuck. Javi— shit that’s good.” You managed, reaching behind you once more to grab at the back of his neck as you ground yourself back on his cock. 

Javier pressed his lips to your shoulder, trailing his free hand up the length of your bare arm. It was such a tender gesture in contrast to the way he was driving his cock into you. 

“I love you,” He whispered, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. It was incredible that those three little words still sent shivers down your spine. That they still felt new and exciting, even after so many years had passed. 

You turned your head, craning your neck so you could kiss him again. His pace faltered and you knew it wouldn’t be long for him. Your inner walls were still fluttering around his cock every time he buried the length of it into you, pressing against the sweet spot with every other thrust. Something snapped. 

You slapped your hand against the wall of the shower, breaking away from the kiss as you let your head fall forward. 

Right off the heels of your first release, your second orgasm washed over you and it pulled Javier under with you. You clenched tight around him as he kept driving his cock into you, groaning out your name as he finally came apart within you. 

Javier braced his arm around your hips, keeping you pressed tight to him to keep you on your feet as he bucked into you. 

“I hope,” You started, your words coming out strained as you tried to catch your breath. “Future us enjoyed that.” You remarked, giving a half assed thumbs up to the camera. 

He pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder and laughed as he ran his hands over every bare inch of skin he could reach. “I bet I did.” 

You shifted onto one foot so you could use the other to rub your toes against his calf, “You know what I’m going to enjoy?”

“Hmm?” He questioned, brushing your hair off the back of your neck so he could press a kiss there. 

“Fucking you.” 

Javier gave your hip a playful swat as he slid out of you. “I don’t know, I might need to take a nap now.”

You turned around to face him, leaning back against the shower wall. “Should’ve made this tape before you got old on me.” You glanced at the camera, “I bet you have to be extra gentle with the creaky old—“

He didn’t let you finish, before he scooped you up — despite a grimace — and drew your legs around his waist so you were trapped firmly between him and the wall. “What was that?”

“Oh, just thinking about how you’re going to be limping tomorrow.” You retorted as you ran your hands over his shoulders. “Put me down.”

“I’m hoping I’m limping tomorrow.”

You opened and closed your mouth twice as you stared at him, “Challenge accepted.” You said as you tugged at his hair. 

[much-obliged-timothy]

Dad Tim & Uncle Rhys Part 3

Not me being horrifically bored when I should be doing work and finishing this instead?? Needed to self-indulge for a bit, so you get part 3 to this! You can check out part one here! I’ll probably write a part 4 at...some point, if anyone is interested!

Rhys stood outside Atlas HQ, waiting miserably. He watched as Tim and Phoenix came into view, hand-in-hand. 

“He’s here,” Phoenix said in surprise.

“I told you he would be,” Tim said, squeezing his hand.

Rhys had strongly considered staying home and having a nice drink instead, but the thought of upsetting Tim’s son frightened him on a primal level. Tim was usually pretty laid back, but his protectiveness over his son tore out a frightening anger from him.

“Park?” Rhys said. “We can drive-”

“We can walk,” Tim said, glancing at Phoenix. “He wants to see the sights. Let him see the sights.”

Rhys sighed loudly. “Fine, we’ll walk. You owe me big time, Timothy.”

“I seem to recall saving you thousands on that last deal we made,” Tim said smugly, tugging Phoenix along. 

Rhys scowled, because Tim had a valid point. He trudged alongside his companions for the day. 

“When I have the money, we’re taking a trip to a nice planet,” Tim said, looking around as they walked. “Somewhere that has plenty of grass and trees and…I dunno, sunshine? Fresh air?”

“And ice cream?” Phoenix said.

“Well, duh,” Tim said. “I’m not taking you on a trip to a planet that doesn’t have ice cream. That’d be a punishment, not a vacation.”

Phoenix seemed pleased by the reassurance. Rhys hoped they didn’t invite him on this trip.

“Can we get some today, dad? I bet boss guy knows a good place,” Phoenix said.

“I have a name, you know,” Rhys said.

“Uh-huh,” Phoenix said, showing absolutely no inclination that he’d ever use that name. 

“Rhys? Rhys Strongfork?” Rhys tried.

“Strongfork?” Phoenix furrowed his brow. “That’s a stupid name.”

Tim snickered. Rhys glared at him.

“Your last name is Lawrence!” Rhys shot back.

“Yea, still better than Strongfork. What freaking moron is proud of a name like that?” Tim said. “Kid’s right. It’s stupid.”

Rhys hunched his shoulders. “I hate you.”

“And yet, here you are,” Tim said.

“Because I’m also mildly afraid of you,” Rhys said.

“Dad is really good at shooting people,” Phoenix agreed.

Tim rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey, uh, maybe...try to forget that dad is really good at shooting people? Okay, pal?” 

“Why?” Phoenix said, frowning.

“Because shooting people is bad when you live somewhere civilized.” Tim looked around them. “Uh, somewhere partially civilized, at least.”

Phoenix seemed confused by the concept of not committing murder. “But what if they shoot first?”

“Then it’s totally fine,” Tim said. “But before I worked for that freaking asshole, I didn’t go around shooting people. I doubt Rhys here spends his days putting bullets in homicidal maniacs either.”

“Definitely not,” Rhys said. 

“I could teach you,” Phoenix said. “Dad taught me how to shoot a gun and mom taught me how to set people on fire.”

“Okay! Lovely weather out, huh?” Tim said hastily. 

“Fire?” Rhys said, staring at Tim.

“Uh, yea, well, Ember’s a little...uh…” Tim shrugged helplessly. “Yea, man, she just really likes fire. I seriously had to fight for him not to be named Blaze.” 

“But you and his mother aren’t together?” Rhys said, realizing he didn’t know much about Tim’s life outside of work. 

Tim shook his head. “Not as a couple, but we’re still good friends. We call her every night so she can keep up with Phoenix.”

“Uh-huh,” Phoenix said. “She said she’d come see us soon.”

Rhys didn’t want to be anywhere near that reunion. “Oh. Good for you.”

They walked along Promethea. Whenever the wide-open space of it all got to be too much for Phoenix, Tim would stop and sit down with him, holding onto him until he’d calmed down. Tim would then let Phoenix run through any questions he had, trying to explain what certain buildings were. When Tim himself wasn’t sure, Rhys would step in.

It was slow going to reach the park, but they made it eventually. They walked along the path until a playset came into view.

“Well, go wild,” Rhys said, gesturing to it.

Phoenix frowned. “What is it?”

Rhys almost laughed, until he looked at Phoenix and realized that the kid really didn’t know what a playset was. Tim knelt beside him and pointed at it.

“It’s called a playset. It’s where kids like you can, well, play,” he explained. “See, there are things you recognize. The slide? And those monkey bars there are like the ladders I’d set up for you to play on back at the casino.”

“Oh!” he said. “There’s a whole place just to play?”

“There are a lot of places you can play,” Tim said. “But this is a nice, quiet one. Why not start with the monkey bars?”

Phoenix bounded over, waiting expectantly for Tim to follow. Phoenix grabbed onto a bar and swung his body out over the ground, going bar to bar with Tim following below, hands out ready to catch Phoenix if he slipped. 

Rhys found a bench to sit at, watching Tim and Phoenix. He was struggling to remind himself that Tim wasn’t Jack. He highly doubted Jack would’ve been that good with his kid.

A few times, Phoenix slipped off the bars, but Tim always caught him and hoisted him right back up. When Phoenix’s arms grew too tired to carry himself the rest of the way across, Tim held him up and walked him across.

“Boss guy,” Phoenix called. “Aren’t ya gonna play too?”

“No, no, I’m an adult,” Rhys said.

“So’s dad, but he plays,” Phoenix said. “Betcha can’t do the monkey bars. Your real arm is a noodle arm.” 

Tim tried to disguise his laughter as a coughing fit. Rhys shot him a dirty look.

“I sign your paychecks,” he reminded.

“I worked for Handsome Jack,” Tim said dismissively. “You don’t scare me, noodle arm.” 

“I hate you,” Rhys announced.

“Hate me all you want, as long as I get paid,” Tim said, shrugging. Phoenix started laughing a little.

But his laughter cut off as they heard tires squealing and the sound of gunfire nearby, loud voices cheering and hollering. Phoenix immediately ducked behind Tim, going perfectly still with his hand hovering over his watch, terror in his eyes as his gaze darted about, the noises all echoing around the open area.

Tim had also stiffened, hand on his gun. Rhys stood up, shaking his head quickly.

“No, no, it’s okay. I mean, it’s not really okay, but it’s not an attack. Some of the local, er, gangs do that as a celebration from time to time,” Rhys said. “Besides, the road is way over there.”

Already, the sound was fading. Tim relaxed only the slightest, immediately looking at his son.

He knelt besides Phoenix and pulled him close. “It’s okay, Phoenix. It’s okay. I’ve got you. We’re safe.”

“There’s no cover,” Phoenix said quietly, eyes darting around the open area.

“I know. We don’t need it. We’re safe,” Tim said.

“H-Hey, why don’t we go get ice cream? There’s an ice cream place up the road,” Rhys said, pointing away from where the gunshots had come from.

“Hear that, pal? Boss guy is offering to buy you ice cream,” Tim said.

“I did no-” Rhys snapped his mouth shut as Phoenix looked up at him with those big, scared eyes. He let out a heavy sigh. “Yea, I’ll buy you ice cream.”

Dammit. 

Phoenix reached out, taking Rhys’ hand. Rhys looked at Tim in alarm.

“Dad needs his hands free so he can kill anyone who tries to hurt us,” Phoenix explained.

“Uh, we talked about this, Phoenix. Dad is trying not to kill people these days,” Tim said. 

Phoenix ignored that, tugging Rhys along. “C’mon, boss guy. I know your noodle arms can’t fight.”

“I’ve been in fights before!” Rhys said indignantly. He was cute, but he was a little asshole. 

Rhys led them to a little ice cream place. Phoenix brightened a bit as they entered.

Tim lifted Phoenix into his arms as they approached the counter. “Can you tell the employee what you want?”

Phoenix looked at him in alarm. Tim just offered him an easy smile.

“Go on,” he encouraged. “Just say what you want. Rhys will make sure you get it.”

Phoenix swallowed audibly. He glanced nervously at the employee, then dropped his gaze and mumbled something. Tim nudged him a bit, but Phoenix just gripped his shirt, tightening his hold.

“He’ll have a chocolate vanilla twist,” Tim said at last.

He and Rhys both ordered, Rhys paying and taking them to a table with their ice cream. Phoenix happily dug into his.

“We’re working on the whole ‘afraid of people thing’,” Tim said as Phoenix snuggled into his side. “He’s getting better. Being around the office helps. Hey, what do you say to Rhys for buying the ice cream?”

“Thanks!” Phoenix said. “Next time ya gotta play with us, though. Work off the ice cream or you’ll get fat.”

“I hate him,” Rhys grumbled.

“What was that?” Tim said cheerfully.

“I said you and your son are wonderful and I don’t have a single regret about hiring you,” Rhys ground out. “Not one. Singe. Regret.”

“Aw, hear that? He likes us,” Tim said. 

“He should come meet mom when she comes,” Phoenix said.

“I’m busy that night,” Rhys said in alarm. 

“Aw, but we had so much fun today, kiddo,” Tim said, then grimaced. “Dammit, can’t kick that habit. Ah, whatever. I’m just having fun watching my kid roast you.”

“Have you always been this insufferable?” Rhys said.

“Oh yea. Not nearly as bad as Claptrap, though,” Tim said. “But yea, the kid totally took a page from the book of my personality.” 

Phoenix looked far too proud about being an asshole like his dad. “Uh-huh. I’m like my dad.” 

“Lucky me,” Rhys said dryly. 

“Can’t wait for you to meet his mom,” Tim said.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to-”

“Yea!” Phoenix said, so brightly that Rhys knew he couldn’t argue.

He slumped down in his seat. Of course he survives Jack just to wind up getting sucked into Tim’s life. He just couldn’t escape, could he?

Part 4

[ruewrites]

We’re Blooming Together Chapter 11: A New Beginning

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 5254

Warnings: None

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

It was a chilly night, the trees were bare and a few brown leaves still scurried across the sidewalk. Winter was starting to call, and cleaning up what little mess fall had left behind.  Time had passed and Asmo hadn’t realized. Time had become irrelevant. Between the notes from Secret and his time spent with Solomon and going through the motions of his classes everything just seemed to flow together. The sky was clear and the moon was full, shining down on him like a beacon as his heels clicked against the sidewalk. The stars twinkled in the sky like little diamonds. It was a rather romantic night, the world around him seemed silent. 

Asmo slowly walked through the dark playground. The old gates creaked as they opened. He came here alone, steeling himself for whatever outcome was about to await him. Keeping his breathing even and his heartbeat steady had never been so hard in all of his life. He remembered it being much more shiny and new than it was now… How long had it been since he’s been here?  Paint was chipping off a once emerald green slide, revealing the dirtied white plastic underneath, and rust clung to monkey bars and chains of swings. 

Things changed.

This wasn’t news to Asmodeus, but the feeling it left in his stomach was a strange one. Not quite empty but it didn’t quite reach longing either. It was odd, like being a ghost among memories. Even if things looked different now, he could still picture the way they were when he was a child. 

But he wasn’t alone. 

A man sat on the swings in the distance, A steady, rhythmic creaking followed his movements.

Back and Forth.

Back and Forth.

His eyes were trained on the ground, unmoving. 

Asmo felt his heart stop, and jump up into his throat. His cheeks started to darken. He recognized the figure, he would have recognized him anywhere. Even though everything else around him stopped his legs kept him moving forward to the swings. Even now he was afraid to get his hopes up, and yet his heart was ready to leap out of his chest with joy. The chains rattled as he took a seat.

Despite years of wear and tear and looking like it could fall apart at any moment, it still stood strong. It had withstood years of harsh weather and unforgiving winds and people who purposely tried to add dents or break it down. Yet it was still here. It didn’t look the same as when it was first built, but now it also held memories beneath a rough exterior.

Back and Forth.

Back and Forth.

“Solomon?” Asmo’s voice was soft, almost like he was afraid of something.

Solomon stopped, his hands tightened around the chains for a moment. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took in the crisp night air, “Asmodeus.”

“You-?”

“Me.”

“But I- I thought that you-”

“What? That I didn’t like you?” Solomon chuckled, “You never asked Asmodeus.”

Asmo’s face turned even pinker. Of course he’d never asked. He’d assumed Solomon’s feelings because it was safer to assume rejection. “Well you didn’t ask either!  And what was I supposed to do? Risk losing my best friend? Risk one of the most important people in my life? Especially when I didn’t even know… know if you….”

“I saw your partners, I’m not blind. They were all beautiful, I didn’t really think I was like them,” Solomon looked like he was getting nervous. He was playing with the rusty chains of the swing and his eyes turned back towards the ground. “Is this your way of saying you don’t want to?”

“No.”

Asmo was scared his words came out too fast at first, “No, I never said that.” 

Silence.

Back and Forth.

Back and Forth.

Solomon saw Asmodeus stand  out of the corner of his eye and nodded to himself. He really shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. He prepared himself for this. Especially after Friday night. He’d been so off, and Solomon had made one stupid mistake. He didn’t know why his drunken self thought that woman had wanted nothing more than a dance. Maybe it was because all he would think about was Asmodeus. He’d looked so wonderful, better than any words could describe. Solomon felt his fingers twitch every time he brushed up against him. And he had been so warm. Asmodeus was always warm. It was an incredibly wonderful feeling. Solomon honestly thought he might have kissed him that night if things had gone differently. Asmodeus was special, and he deserved someone just as wonderful as he was. Solomon wasn’t-

Asmo took his hand and tugged him away from the swing. Solomon was shocked and just stood there for a moment. He was adorable, beautiful, beyond what words could describe. And he had him. Asmodeus opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for words he couldn’t find. They came closer together. Solomon’s hands on his hips, Asmodeus laying his arms over his shoulders.

Years of dreaming could even begin to describe how Solomon’s lips felt against his or how wonderful it would feel to have his hands gently caress his body. 

Asmo had been overwhelmingly underprepared for how this would feel.

Near the end of their kiss, Asmo couldn’t help but start laughing. He didn’t realize the tears falling from his eyes until Solomon’s thumb brushed against his cheek. “What?” Solomon asked softly.

Asmo shook his head, “This… All of this is so… So stupid. All this time, I thought you didn’t like me…” He  leaned in and kissed Solomon again. He pulled back only slightly, their lips barely brushing, “I thought you couldn’t like me like that.”

"Well, I can, and I will if you don't mind me doing so."

He thought that Solomon couldn’t have possibly pulled him closer, kissing him until he was gasping for air, hands exploring his body almost hesitantly. Asmo did nothing but give him soft words of encouragement, their quiet laughter breaking the silence of the night. Asmodeus was blooming. Each petal grew and unfurled faster and more vibrant than the last. Vines curled around his arms drawing him closer to the source of his affections. They were tangling them together. Braiding, twisting, and turning until their roots were completely intertwined.   Somehow, they ended up curled up together close to the old playset. Asmo was nestled comfortably in Solomon’s arms, head on his chest and listening to the soft thump of his heart. Solomon’s face was buried in strawberry blonde locks, and every now and again he’d deliver soft kisses to Asmo’s head. His hand was planted firmly on Asmo’s hip, thumb gently caressing his soft skin.

Asmo let out a soft sigh, “I’m afraid.”

Solomon removed his chin from Asmo’s head and looked down at him curiously, “Afraid of what?”

“That this is all a dream,” he murmured, “That I’ll wake up tomorrow, without you, alone in my bed. That I’ll still have all your unanswered text messages waiting for me to open. All the missed calls… That I’ll be without you again, that I’ll still be left wondering alone in my room.”

“It isn’t a dream, unless we’re dreaming together,” Solomon said.

“I want to stay the night with you,” Asmo blurted out, “Please? Just so I know that it’s all real. I want you to hold me until morning. I want-”

He was stopped by another kiss from Solomon. His lashes fluttered for a moment. There was no way this could be a dream. If it was, he wanted to stay here for the rest of his life. Solomon’s hands were cold and left goosebumps all over his body, but Asmo didn’t mind in the slightest. “I’ll stay with you. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go too,” Solomon whispered, inches away from his lips. Asmo loved the way he held him close, how his hands caressed him, comforting him. 

“You mean it?” Asmo asked softly.

Solomon nodded and took one of Asmo’s hands to his lips, leaving a kiss against the soft skin, “I’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you’d asked me. I’d steal every star out of the sky for you if you wanted them. Anything you want, it’s yours.” 

That was how Asmo ended up in Solomon’s arms that night. He was drowning again, but this time he wasn’t panicked. He was drowning in Solomon’s warmth, in the wonderful feeling in his chest. The smell of Solomon filled his senses once more as he held him close. They fit together so well. Asmo wasn’t sure how long they stayed up together. Hours ticked by as he played with Solomon’s finger tips under the covers and soft words were exchanged. Everytime Solomon  pressed a kiss to his forehead Asmo felt a little shiver run through him and his smile grew a little wider. He just wanted to  stay like this forever with his body close to Solomon’s. Every time he thought he was going to drift off, another surge of energy ran through him and he was thrown back into a fit of giggles  and light conversation with Solomon. Asmo couldn’t even comprehend how happy he was. This was beyond beautiful, beyond perfect. It was everything Asmo had ever wanted to feel and more.

Solomon was magical, in more ways than Asmo could have imagined.

*********

To say that Asmo had caused a commotion amongst his brothers would be an understatement. One of them had come up to check on him after he missed breakfast, only  to see Solomon’s messy mop of silver hair rise from his bed. This wouldn’t have been cause for commotion under normal circumstances. However, the two of them had been tangled up together  in the same position they’d fallen asleep in. Well, if Asmo could be certain about anything, it was that his night before with Solomon hadn’t been a dream.

All hell broke loose within the Morningstar estate that morning.

Aside from that, Asmo managed to learn a few of Solomon’s tricks. The first one was Simeon. Apparently Simeon knew about Solomon’s little crush and was also the reason that Asmo couldn’t recognize the penmanship of the letters. Simeon had stunning handwriting and a collection of pretty pens. All of the letters outside of the last one, hand been written versions of Solomon’s words by Simeon. Solomon came up with it, and Simeon helped make it prettier. That and Solomon knew that Asmo would recognize his handwriting. Apparently, Simeon had thought their story was cute, and had been willing to help Solomon. Well. That and according to Simeon Solomon had the most lovesick puppy dog expression on his face whenever he thought Asmo wasn’t looking. 

“He was hopeless,” Simeon claimed, “You should have heard the way his voice tripped over the words, or how sappy he sounded when he would get lost in his descriptions. Every letter had to be perfect.” Of course Asmo had heard these things when Solomon wasn’t in the room. After all, he couldn’t embarrass his darling like that… or maybe he could, but that would be for another time. 

Apparently, Solomon had also been practicing in order to slip the notes without Asmo knowing. Asmo had to concede at this point, Solomon’s magic tricks had come in handy for him. Solomon had had the cutest little smug smirk on his face when Asmo finally said so. 

Asmo yanked Solomon’s hoodie over his head and looked at himself in the mirror. For a moment he hesitated. He could always go with something a little nicer… He debated with himself, going back and forth between his options, eyes darting towards his closet. He could go all out instead of wearing the hoodie. Slowly he pulled his gaze away from his closet and nodded at himself in the mirror. This was good, this would be good. He took another moment to do last minute touch ups on his hair and makeup before heading downstairs at the sound of Cerberus’ barking, grabbing another jacket on the way down. 

Solomon was kneeling on the ground, stroking Cerberus’ head and looking up to talk to Lucifer who was leaning against the doorway. The dog kept squirming and quickly walking around in circles while giving Solomon every possible hello he could think of. Asmo wasn’t exactly what they were talking about, but the sound of Solomon’s laugh made his heart flutter. Oh he looked wonderful…

Adjusting his bag over his shoulder, Asmo continued his way down the staircase and caught Solomon’s eye. The distraction was what Cerberus needed in order to knock Solomon over and lick his face, tail wagging behind him like a hurricane. 

“Cerberus, down,” Lucifer chuckled, Asmo racing over to yank the dog off of his new boyfriend.  Solomon sat up looking a little dazed, he leaned over to check something in his own back before straightening himself out and getting to his feet. He wiped his face off before pressing a small kiss against Asmo’s forehead. Cerberus continued to squirm at Lucifer’s feet for a few moments before settling down.

Solomon pulled back slightly and his hand moved to brush a bit of hair out of Asmo’s face. Despite Lucifer standing close by, Asmo leaned into his touch ever so slightly. Nothing had ever felt this right to him before. No person had ever felt so perfect for him before. “Are you ready to head out?” Solomon asked, letting his thumb run over Asmo’s cheek. With a nod he took Solomon’s arm and was about to head out the door.

“Let me know when you’ll be home. Try not to stay out too late,” Lucifer said, eyes trained on the pair. 

Asmo giggled and waved, “I’ll try.” 

Of course, if he was having fun, he certainly wouldn’t want to end it anytime soon. Why should he cut his time with Solomon short? Honestly, they’d fallen into a couple’s routine quite easily. Perhaps it was the idea that they’d had a rather stable relationship before, but whatever the reason Asmo enjoyed it. He hoped he could keep it this way too.

The crisp, cold air bit at Asmo’s cheeks and nose, turning them the tinting them red ever so slightly. He huddled closer to Solomon’s arm a little closer. Solomon’s eyes glanced towards him, eyes settling on the hoodie peeking out from his jacket. Asmo felt himself grow fidgety. Did he like it? Was he upset Asmo hadn’t dressed nicer? Would he pull away from Asmo? Refuse to touch him?

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” Solomon finally said.

“Yes,” Asmo said, fidgeting  with Solomon’s sleeve, “Do you like it?”

Is it okay?

Solomon hummed and removed his arm from Asmo’s grip. He felt his throat tighten, but before he had time to even dive into a pit or regrets and failure, the arm slipped around his waist and pulled him closer into Solomon’s side. “It’s adorable. It looks good on you. I like it one you better than me,” Solomon smiled. Honestly, to Asmo it sounded like he was stumbling over his words a bit, but he didn’t mind. Asmo was too busy processing the feelings in his chest. He leaned into him closer as they walked down the street, everyone else around them slowly disappearing. They didn’t matter, not when Asmo’s entire world was holding him so close.

“Sorry, if I startled you. I uh- wanted to do this earlier, but I’m pretty sure your brother just threatened me before you came downstairs,” he chuckled, motioning towards his arm around Asmo’s waist, “But that’s to be expected of Lucifer right? I was a little surprised he didn’t say more to me.”

Asmo’s body eased, a smile finding its way to his face, “Well, he does know you, it’s not like you’re a complete stranger.”

“That doesn’t mean he cares about you any less.”

“I suppose that’s true. Maybe it’s because you already came to him about me.”

He could only imagine Solomon standing in the lobby with Barbatos waiting for Lucifer. Fingers playing with the edge of the envelope. Of course Lucifer wouldn’t have just agreed to give Asmo the letter. He’d known Solomon since he and Asmo were kids, he knew how close they were. Of course he wanted to make sense of the entire situation. Asmo was now sure that Lucifer knew something was up with how he and his brothers were acting, and once Solomon spilled everything from his side it had all clicked together for him. Lucifer had known about the letters before Asmo even pulled them out of their hiding spot. Even if no one said anything about it, Asmo was sure Lucifer would have grilled Solomon right there if it hadn’t been for Diavolo finding the whole ordeal quite adorable.

“I wouldn’t let him do anything to you regardless,” Asmo teased, looking up at Solomon. It was true. Asmo wouldn’t let any of his brothers even touch Solomon. 

When Asmo glanced up at Solomon, he noticed he had his hair pinned back. His eyes widened. He’d been so concerned with what Solomon would think of his attire, of him, that he hadn’t noticed he pinned his bangs back. “Your hair,” he started, “You pinned it back.”

Solomon nodded, reaching up with his free hand to run over the pulled back strands. “You mentioned that you liked it like this. So I figured I’d try and do it.”

All because Asmo liked it.

Asmo stared at him for a moment, head tilting every which way. Eventually he let out a small hum. “Well, it is true that I like your bangs back so I can see your incredibly handsome face, and that I think it’s really hot for you,” he said, reached up to put Solomon’s hair back into its normal position on his forehead, “I like this too, maybe even better. It's more you.”

The blush that spread across Solomon’s face was hard to miss, and Asmo couldn’t help but admire it. It was also rather adorable how he tried to hide it behind his free arm. Oh he was so wonderful. It would have been a crime if Asmo hadn’t kissed his cheek right then. 

Eventually they came to a little coffee shop on the corner where the couple tucked themselves away in a corner on the second floor. Solomon dug around in his bag as Asmo slipped his jacket off and buried himself further into Solomon’s hoodie.  He really did love it, maybe he could get Solomon to spray his cologne on it every now and again, or he could wear it when he spent the night…. Or he could always take more of Solomon’s clothes.

“Ah! It’s okay,” Solomon said, making Asmo peak up from his comfortable spot in the hoodie. Solomon pulled out a bundle of bright yellow flowers from his bag. They were in full bloom and vibrant despite the harsh weather. “I was worried they’d get ruined. I think they’re the same ones you liked when we were kids, I had to contact Ash just to make sure. They even knew a little shop that had a green house that grew them.”

Asmo took them with gentle hands, fingers gently grazing over the soft petals. They took him back to their younger days. “You used to pick flowers for me all the time,” he said softly, “They used to grow these all the time at that little ol’ playground.”

“Flowers always made you smile.”

Asmo carefully set the flowers in his bag before setting his hands on the table. Solomon’s hands quickly engulfed his own and held them tight. “I love them, thank you.”

The feeling of Solomon’s thumbs caressing his hands was a soothing one. He liked the way their hands molded together perfectly  no matter how they were holding hands. 

“I was actually thinking about getting another tattoo too.”

Asmo couldn’t help but snort a little, “Where would you even put it? You’re covered!”

“Well, I have a few spaces and I think I’m gonna let you choose,” Solomon took one of his hands back so that he could sip at his coffee, “I want this one to be yours. Like one dedicated to you and everything. I was also hoping you might design it. That way it would be special.”

“Solomon.”

“What? I’m serious.”

“I know and that’s what-” Asmo took in a deep breath, thinking through what he wanted to say next, “That’s what worries me. Solomon we haven’t even been dating all that long, and you already want to do something like that? What if-”

It made Asmo a little worried. He wanted this to last with Solomon for as long as possible. 

“No what if’s,” Solomon tutted, “It’s something I want to do.”

“We haven’t even been together that long.”

“But we’ve known each other for a long time now haven’t we?”

Asmo bit his lip and looked off to the side. It was rather sweet, and Solomon was right. They’d known each other for years now, but they’d just started dating. Then he felt Solomon start playing with his fingers. Gently gliding over top of them, sliding in between them, and squeezing them ever so gently. Just like that, he was drawn back  to the now.  He loved Solomon, and Solomon felt the same way about him. 

“Hey,” Solomon’s voice was gentle, bringing Asmo’s eyes back to his own, “I won’t do it if it’ll make you uncomfortable. If you don’t want me to do it I won’t,I just thought it’d be a nice reminder of you, no matter what happens.”

Asmo thought it over for a few more moments, then a small chuckle left him, “Well, it’ll take me awhile to come up with a design or two for you. By then you should be able to see if you still want to be with me or not.”

That last part was more of a joke than anything, and Solomon couldn’t help but scoff, “Please. As if I’d change my mind. I’ve known you since we were kids Asmodeus, I know you, and I love everything you are. I thought I made that clear in my letters. Perhaps I was wrong.”

“Solomon-”

“Perhaps I should say it more? Text you when I can’t see you? I’ll say it as many times as you need me to and then more Asmodeus. You’re absolutely stunning in every way. I love your passion and how you hold yourself and-”

Asmo put his finger up to Solomon’s lips. The words spoken weren’t as elegant as the ones written on paper, but he didn’t mind. He always knew Solomon was a man of few words, and hearing him gush would always be a treat. It also let Asmo know that he meant every word. Solomon’s face had also become red once more as he started going through his list, and his smile had become so soft. Asmo couldn’t believe how much more in love he could fall. Every time he thought he was at his peak, Solomon brought him even higher.

It was wonderful to have a partner like Solomon.

“I love hearing your words, they’re beautiful, you’re intelligent, and you’re the most wonderful man I could have ever asked for,”  he said, “But if you keep talking like that, I am not going to be able to keep myself away from that handsome face of yours.” He brought his hand back  to his side to grab his cup. This date was hardly different from any other time he and Solomon had hung out, yet it was vastly different from other dates he’d been on in the past. 

It was simple, and sweet, and cliche. And somehow it was one of the best dates Asmo had ever been on. Why did it have to end? Why would he have to go home? Why not spend as much time with Solomon as he possibly could? This was the first time in a long time Asmo genuinely wanted to hang out with his date in a long time. Maybe it was because he and Solomon already had chemistry, but he didn’t care. He loved Solomon and everything he was.

“How can I keep my words from you when they’re true?” Solomon asked. He lifted Asmo’s hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against them. 

“Well I guess you don’t have to stop,” Asmo giggled, “I mean, Lucifer did say that all I had to do was text him when I was going to come home.”

Solomon raised his brow and tilted his head ever so slightly, “Hm? And what does that have to do with right now?”

“Well, no one said I had to come home tonight.”

“Asmodeus-”

“And then you can compliment me for as long as you want.”

“Don’t you need things from your house?”

“You don’t think I packed them already?”

Asmo gestured towards his bag and Solomon couldn’t help but chuckle, “Why am I not surprised.”

Solomon’s eyes flickered, and for the first time, Asmo thought he saw flecks of gold in those beautiful eyes. Perhaps it was because he was finally allowing himself to become lost within them and really study them. Asmo could spend years lost in those eyes. There was so much behind them, and Asmo wanted to take time to unwrap every little gift they held.

“Waking up next to you is a feeling I enjoy, you know,” Solomon continued, “The bed isn’t as cold when you’re in it, and your presence is so comforting. I sleep well when I’m with you.”

“Mhm, because I make you go to bed so you can’t stay up until the early hours of the morning.”

“Alright I’ll concede on that front.”

Solomon’s sleeping schedule was atrocious. Sure Asmo’s wasn’t the best due to college, but Solomon’s genuinely had him worried for his health sometimes. Now, with the boyfriend title, Asmo could finally convince him to go to bed without much fuss. Honestly it was something Solomon needed, and he’d fight tooth and nail to make sure his boyfriend was getting the sleep he needed even if said boyfriend wasn’t always the easiest to convince. 

“If I stay the night, I could make breakfast in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t I make breakfast for you since you’re my guest?”

“Solomon I once witnessed you light eggs on fire. I don’t really want to take my chances.” 

So cooking wasn’t one of his strong suits, but Asmo didn’t mind. He and his brothers had been switching on and off on kitchen duties for years. Cooking for one boyfriend compared to six brothers? That was nothing. It would also mean that Solomon would have left overs and not try to commit accidental arson. That didn’t mean that he would say no if Solomon offered to take him out, he just didn’t want him cooking.

Despite the fact that Solomon was rather cold most of the time, being close to him made Asmo feel warm both inside and out. The sun was still in the sky by the time they left the coffee shop and a snowfall was in the middle of its steady descent down to the earth below. Asmo tightened his jacket around himself he couldn’t help but glance at Solomon. When he did his breath caught in his throat and he immediately went for his phone to take a picture. The snow formed around his head in a perfect halo and made his silver hair sparkle. Solomon stopped and turned to look at him.

“You looked pretty,” Asmo said, looking down at the picture on his phone. There was a reason he had asked Solomon to be his model. Well, more than one reason anyways. Yes it was true he’d always had a crush on Solomon, whether he liked to admit it or not, but he was also attractive and looked really nice in pictures (when he wasn’t thinking too hard about it). 

Solomon looked at their surroundings for a moment. The snow was starting to settle on the ground in a soft white blanket. Most areas were undisturbed still and the few footprints there were, were slowly covered by the falling snow. “We could take some pictures together if you wanted to. You might get some nice ones to post,” he said. 

Oh and Asmo most certainly got some nice ones. Some of just him, some of Solomon, one of him right as Solomon nailing him with a snowball, both of them on the ground because Asmo had soon after tackled his boyfriend-

Asmo scrolled through them all as he was curled up on the couch with Solomon. He wanted to get a few printed out to hang on his wall along with posting them to his pages. A cheesy holiday romance was playing on the TV in front of them. The two of them always enjoyed making fun of the movies and how each one had the same plot as before. Although, there was the occasional one that would make Asmo’s heart swell. There were a few pictures of the two of them that Asmo couldn’t stop flipping between. A couple had stopped and asked if they wanted them to take some for them.

And those pictures had been wonderful.

There was one of them close together, Solomon’s hand on his hip and Asmo’s on Solomon’s chest.

One of their foreheads pressed together with their eyes just barely opened, which was quickly followed by one of Solomon kissing his forehead. 

In each one, there was nothing but adoration in his eyes as the snow fell softly around them. It was all so gentle, so serene, so magical. And Asmo got to experience it. It made his throat tighten. Solomon was perfect for him, almost too perfect.

Asmo buried his head into the side of  Solomon’s chest, making him turn his head  and look down at him ever so slightly. “You alright? Do you need me to get you something?” he asked.

A small bubbly laugh escaped him for a moment, the one Solomon adored oh so much, and he shook his head. “Oh, no I don’t need anything,” he said softly, “I just love you. I love you Solomon.”

“I love you too.”

Asmo’s heart fluttered and he looked up. “Never leave, okay? Stay with me. Right here.”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you,” Solomon started, leaning over to peck at Asmo’s lips, “Not in a bajillion years.”

“Not even a hundred billion?”

Another peck.

“Not even then,” Solomon wrapped his arms around Asmo and held him close, and Asmo didn’t resist. He gave in to the warmth, the love, every feeling coursing through him in this moment right now. He couldn’t bring himself to deny these wonderful feelings any longer, and he had no reason to. Solomon was giving everything to him, everything Asmo had ever wanted. Everytime Solomon kissed him was better than anything Asmo had ever imagined, everything he said was utter euphoria, and every glance was a tiny piece of heaven. “I love you Asmodeus, and I always will. No matter what happens, I love you.”

And for the first time in a long time, Asmo believed it.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo didn’t need secrets.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo knew what it was to be adored.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo knew love.

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Reading Too Late

           “No, it’s that one,” Nick said, pointing to a heavy wooden pole laying nearby. “It fits.”

           “I’m telling you, it’s not that one. It’s too short,” Matt retorted, surveying the mess that was spread out on the lawn behind our houses.

           I sat in the shade, our newest addition feeding in my arms. Nicole Jackson had bright blue eyes and fair brown hair and an easy temperament. She snuggled against my chest, fingers opening and closing as she took her bottle. Mattie sat nearby with a spread of paper and crayons, drawing pictures as we watched Nick and Matt try to put together a playset.

           “There have to be four that are the same size,” Matt said, standing up and coming toward me. His face was scrunched in frustration beneath his baseball cap. “What the hell? Was this thing built by Ikea?”

           Nick looked around the ground. “Where are the directions?”

           “God only knows,” his brother responded, chugging half a bottle of water in one go. “Let’s call Dad. He knows how to do this kind of stuff.”

           I grinned as I watched Nick’s expression. “Matt. We’re not calling Dad to put together our daughter’s playset.”

           “For another hundred and fifty dollars, they would’ve put it together for you,” I interjected. The brothers looked at me, both of them wearing the same frustrated and flabbergasted expression.

           Nick crossed his arms over his chest. “Dads build shit.”

           “Shit,” Mattie said, still scribbling on her paper. She looked up at her Dada with a grin, proud that she’d learned a new word. “Shit.”

           “Tea!” Matt exclaimed, shooting his gaze to his brother. “See what you’ve done? Our daughter is cussing now.”

           My husband crouched down in front of Mattie and took her hands to get her attention. “Tea, we don’t say that word. It’s an ugly word.”

           She looked from her Papa to Nick. She pointed at him, confusion on her face. “Dada… shit.”

           Matt dropped his chin to his chest. “I know Dada said it. And he shouldn’t have,” he explained, turning to look at Nick who had the grace to look embarrassed. “Right?”

           Nick walked over with his hands tucked in his pockets. He sighed and stood behind Matt. “Papa’s right, my love. That’s an ugly word, and Dada shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry.”

           She watched them for a long time. I reached out and brushed her dark hair back from her confused face. “Dada isn’t going to say that word again. If he does, we’ll have to wash his mouth out with soap.”

           I glanced between the two of them. The moment I looked at Matt, I could see the wheels turning in his head. He looked up at Nick with a very pleased expression.

           “I think we need to teach Dada not to say ugly words again,” he said, straightening up. “If you get a time-out for a no-no, Dada should get one, too. Shouldn’t he?”

           Mattie nodded sagely. “Yes.”

           I wanted to laugh, but I kept it in. My lips pressed into a thin line as I tried to keep my cool. My brows lifted as I looked up at Nick, who had his head tilted back looking up at the sky. “I’m thirty years old,” he mumbled. “Are y’all really going to do this to me?”

           “You said it, and Mattie repeated it,” Matt said, a smirk on his face. “Our daughter needs to learn that if you say an ugly word, this is what happens.”

           Nick glanced at me with his brow raised as he nodded reluctantly. “Papa’s right. Let’s go.”

           He picked our baby girl up and propped her on his hip as he led the way into his house. Matt took Nicole from my arms, cradling her high on his chest so he could kiss her forehead and her hair. He looked at our daughter like she hung the stars, as smitten with her as he had been with Mattie when she was first born. He glanced up and saw me watching, and his dark eyes lit up. He laced our fingers together and drew them to his mouth, kissing the back of my hand.

           “I love you,” he said against my skin. “More today than yesterday.”

           My heart gave a heavy, hard thump. “I know the feeling. Sometimes I think there’s no way I could love either of you more, and then I see you with our girls, I see the way you are with each other… and I fall in love all over again.”

           I watched his smile widen and saw so much of our baby girls in his face. “I don’t regret a day of our lives together, Y/N. No matter what people think about this, I wouldn’t change our lives for anything.”

           We slipped into Nick’s house and went straight back to the master bath. Mattie was standing on the sink pulling a comb through Nick’s ponytail. “It’s about time,” he said, a smile brightening his face when he caught sight of our entwined hands. “Let’s get this over with.”

           I squeezed Matt’s hand before squeezing past Nick and picking up the bar of soap from the shower. Nick grimaced as I ran it under the tap. “Why are you getting your mouth washed out, Nick?”

           He looked from me to Mattie. “Because I said an ugly word in front of Mattie.”

           “Dada did no-no,” Mattie said emphatically.

           “Yes, he did,” I replied. I tried not to smile. “Open up.”

           Nick took a breath and sighed before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut as I put the bar of soap in his mouth. He bit down on it, clearly trying not to gag.

           I counted to three on my fingers before I gestured for him to spit it out. And boy, did he. The soap hit the floor and slid behind the toilet as he turned on the faucet, swishing, spitting, and guzzling water to get the taste out of his mouth. He stood up and looked at me, laughter in his eyes as he took a step close to me.

           “Give me a kiss, Mama,” he said, reaching for me.

           I laughed. “Don’t you dare. Nick Jackson, so help me…”

           Over his shoulder, I saw Matt sweeping Mattie off the counter and onto the floor. He took her by the hand and, grinning back at us, led her away, talking about PB & J sandwiches. I heard the door shut and knew that Matt had taken our girls back to his house, leaving Nick and I alone together.

           Nick slid his arms around my waist and drew me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”

           “Matt’s right. I need to watch my mouth around the girls.” He settled his forehead against mine. He tugged me a little closer, skimming his fingers up my ribs. Nick hummed as he felt my body shiver beneath his movements. “Y/N… I don’t think we thank you enough.”

           “For what?” I queried, cupping his jaw with my hand. My thumb brushed his cheekbone.

           He leaned into my touch, blue eyes denim dark. “For being such a wonderful woman.” He tilted his chin and kissed me softly and sweetly. “For standing beside us… in every part of this life. For loving us.”

           Nick kissed me again, a little more deeply and hungrily, even though I could feel the tears on his cheeks. “For being the mother of our girls. Every time I see you with them… when I think about what you do for them… for us… for our family…” He pulled me along as he walked back to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. He wrapped his arms around my hips and rested his head against my chest. “You’re more than I could ever have asked for, Y/N. I never thought I’d be here… with you. That you had enough love for both of us. And if this is all we have for the rest of our lives… I’d be happy.”

           I curled my arms around him and brushed my fingers through his hair. “I wouldn’t mind having a boy,” I whispered against the top of his head. Nick laughed and looked up at me, eyes shining bright.

           “The second the doctor gives the go ahead…” He let out a playful growl and reached down to squeeze my ass.

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           It was an hour or two later, both of us tired from crying and talking, when Nick and I walked hand-in-hand over to Matt’s house. The moment we stepped outside, I saw my father-in-law in the backyard, a booklet in his hand and the mess in the yard organized into something that looked like order.

           “Looks like Matt called Dad,” Nick said, looking a little annoyed.

           I grinned and leaned against his shoulder. “It looks like he found the directions.”

[all1e23]

Astrophile [Pt.3]

Chapter: Supernova

Summary: Bucky goes on a date. 

Warnings:  Fluffy fluff. Nat being the best. 

A/N: This chapter would not have happened without my beta @lokissoul That’s not a joke. She’s a saint for putting up with my crap. Please don’t hate me, okay? This was important to understanding where Bucky is at in his life. 

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed! Thanks!**

Orion takes off towards the swing set curls bouncing in the breeze as she runs through the open grassy field. She dodges other kids, toys and a few dogs on leashes, but it’s a path she’s perfected. She knows every rock and bump and hole that tries to keep her from getting to the playset. 

“Stay where I can see you and if anyone tries talking to you what do you do?” Nat shouts after her. Orion turns back to her aunt and holds up both fists, grinning. Nat laughs and waves her permission allowing the little girl to get back to top speed.

“Her daddy know you taught her to punch strangers?” Y/n asks, grinning.

“No,” Natasha admits as she leans back on the blanket they brought for their girls’ picnic, eyes glued on Orion as she started to swing herself back and forth on the lower set of monkey bars. 

“And I’m trusting you to keep it that way.”

Y/n laughs and props herself back against the tree behind them setting down her near-empty basket of fries. “Is Bucky working again tonight?”

“No, he’s got a date. It’s some girl he met through Sam. They go to the same gym or something? Sam is Steve’s husband by the way.” Nat shakes her head and sighs, “They are not going to make it.”

“Steve and Sam?” Y/n asks, sounding surprised even to her own ears. “You always talk about how gross it is that Steve loves his husband so much. Why do you say that?”

She laughs and looks over at Y/n. “Buck and the girl he’s taking out tonight, Zoe I think? Steve was born to follow Sam around like a puppy. Trust me on that.”

Ori yells for Y/n to look at her as she jumps off the swing. Y/n sits up right away and beams as brightly as she can for the little girl, shouting about how amazing her jump was. As if a little kid jumping off a swing was the most exciting thing Y/n has ever seen in her life.

“So,” Y/n begins to prod as Orion goes back to playing. “Why are Bucky and Zoe not going to make it?”

Nat sighs heavily. She was getting nowhere with these two. Y/n wasn’t even jealous that tall, dark and adorable was going on a date. Neither one seemed interested in the other. Nat was starting to think she was wasting her time. “Well for starters I don’t think Bucky will let himself fall for her and he didn’t seem overly excited about the date when I picked up Ori. He’s not going to let it go beyond tonight. Mark my words. It’s like he won’t let himself be happy.”

“I doubt he needs to find someone to be happy,” Y/n argues. “They seem to be doing just fine on their own. Ori is happy and healthy, and from what I saw he seemed happy, clearly healthy from the size of those biceps. They are their own cute little family. I think it’s nice. They just need each other to be happy, and that’s sweet.”

Natasha tosses her fry at her friend pelting her on the forehead, making Y/n winces. She rubs the spot on her forehead making Natasha roll her eyes at the gesture. 

“I’m not saying he has to be with someone to be happy. I’m saying, I’m starting to worry he’s not even open to giving love a chance. For example, he met this woman a week or so ago and I know they are perfect for each other. Same interests. She loves Ori. When I asked what he thought about her, he acted as if I asked him what he thought about dating Steve.”

Y/n snorts but shakes her head. Why was it so hard to believe that not everyone wanted to force love? Sometimes it simply needed to happen naturally. 

“Just because he didn’t fall in love at first sight doesn’t mean he’s closed off to love.”

Y/n tosses the fry she was smacked in the face with back into the basket in front of her and sighs, “Not every love story starts with some dramatic moment where they fall for one another. Falling in love can be simple and still be beautiful. In fact, some of the best love stories are full of hundreds of small sweet moments that lead to love. Those are real. Not some big grand meeting full of sparks that probably won’t exist beyond the first night.”

Nat sits up on the blanket and crosses her arms over her chest smirking at Y/n. The twinkle in her eye made Y/n’s stomach churn from her nerves. 

“What?” She asks, slightly embarrassed by her rambling. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing really. Just how perfect that woman is for him and how utterly stupid they both are.”

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Bucky had been nervous the entire night for a reason he couldn’t place. He’s been dating regularly since Orion was born. It’s not as if he stopped liking women the moment he became a dad. Most of the dates Bucky went on Steve called them hookups, not dates. He’s probably right, but Bucky doesn’t like to tell him that. It goes right to his head and then they all have to listen to him going on and on for weeks. It’s just not worth it most days.

This was what Steve called a ‘real grown-up date with potential.’ Bucky doesn’t know how Sam deals with him most days. He had met Zoe a few days before when he went to the gym with Sam. She was beautiful, big brown eyes and dark brown hair she had in braided pigtails for her class. He was going to have to ask her how to do that for Ori if their date went well. She even laughed at his dumb joke about how slow Sam was on the treadmill. Then for some reason unknown to him, it just spilled out of his mouth before he could stop it:

I’m off this Wednesday. You wanna grab dinner?

Much to his surprise, she agreed. They didn’t get a chance to talk much so she didn’t know anything about Orion. That was pretty typical for him though. He didn’t usually bring Orion up unless he felt like it was going to go beyond a first date and it was too early on to tell if they would. He’s learned to just live in the moment and not put too much pressure on one moment or one person. The little girl snuggled up with her aunt is the only thing he needs to be whole. 

Anyone else added to their duo would just be a cherry on top.

Bucky rests his hand on her lower back as he guides her out of the restaurant and holds the door open for her on the way out. Zoe leans into his side unexpectedly, and he wraps his arm around her shoulders as they stroll towards his car. He dips his head down by her ear and whispers, “I know I said it already but you look beautiful.”

Zoe tries and fails miserably to hide her smile. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Much better than the ballcap and sweaty gym shorts.”

Bucky chuckles and nods in agreement. He wasn’t looking his best when he asked her out, that was for sure. “I’m not sure why you said yes when I looked like that. You do know you are wildly out of my league right?”

“Oh, I know,” She teases. 

“I just had a good feeling about you I guess,” She murmurs as they reach his car and presses herself against his chest. Bucky’s hands fall to her hips as she leans up on her tiptoes pressing her lips against his in a slow, gentle kiss. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that left him seeing stars or took his breath away, but it was enough to leave him wanting more the second her lips left his.

“I wouldn’t mind… going back to your place.” She says, smiling up at him. “I don’t really want the night to end just yet.”

Bucky grins and presses a chaste kiss to her lips as he pulls the passenger door open. “You read my mind darlin’.”

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It was a little past eight, and the smell of coffee was filling the kitchen. Undoubtedly it had reached his bedroom waking the beautiful woman who was sound asleep when he had crept downstairs to start their breakfast. All in all the night had gone better than Bucky had thought it was going to go, but he was still on the fence if this was going to go past today. 

Yeah, he had fun but nights like last night are few and far between for him.

His life was a lot for anyone to take on and he doesn’t just mean the fact that dating him means you are dating more than just him, his job is too much for most. Most people can’t handle spending every day wondering if their spouse will make it back home to them and that’s okay. He knows he’s a lot to take on and it’s one of the reasons he hasn’t been in a real relationship in nearly a decade.

The soft sound of small feet padding along the hardwood floor behind him made him smile. It was nice to wake up next to her though. He slowly turns around and smiles the second he lays eyes on her coming down the backstairs.

“I see you found the kitchen.”

She laughs and walks over to where he’s leaning against the counter. “Yes, helps that the stairs lead directly into the kitchen.” Bucky grins and rests his elbows on the countertop pushing a cup of coffee towards Zoe.

“Thank you,” She chirps, she was a little too happy after a night of drinking if you ask Bucky, but he was going to keep that to himself.

Zoe glances around his house, and her heart sinks as she begins to take in everything that was around her. How did she not notice all this last night? Tequila and a gorgeous half-naked man can blur your vision, and there was a lot of both last night.  Everywhere she looked there were stuffed animals and toys. They were all over the couch and in a big box in front of the seat in the bay window, a mini easel that held several colorful paintings was in the corner by the long wall bookshelves that held more than just books  and a bright teal and pink raincoat was hanging on the hook by the front door. Her eyes fell on the fridge where photos of Bucky and a little girl were displayed proudly. She was so wrapped up in everything around them; she didn’t even realize he had been talking the entire time.

“–I can whip up pancakes if you want, but I don’t have eggs. I was told eggs for breakfast make for an awful day, so I haven’t been buying them as often.”

“Um,” She forces a smile and nods towards the photos on the fridge. “You have a daughter?”

He looks at the pictures and finger paintings on the fridge. There’s one that was full of stars and planets and comets, she made that with Y/n and it’s probably his favorite. He takes in his fridge and a deep breath before looking back at Zoe. Here goes nothing.

“Yeah, I have a little girl.  She’s almost five. Her name is Orion.” He watches as she sets the mug down on the counter and the relaxed atmosphere quickly changes to something much harsher. It’s suddenly cold despite the furnace working over time and while it’s been warmer this winter, you wouldn’t know it from frost forming inside.

“So you get her every other weekend or something?”

“No,” Bucky huffs out a sarcastic laugh. Why does everyone assume he isn’t a full time parent? As if he couldn't handle taking care of her full-time because he’s the dad and therefore not as fit to be a single parent? 

“She’s at her aunt’s for the night. I have full custody.”

She nods her head and starts to nervously chew her bottom lip. It didn’t take much to weed out the ones that weren’t going to work that was for sure. She pats the counter and looks at the clock over the stove, “Listen, I should go. I have a class in a few hours, and I need to get a shower and grab clean clothes…”

This isn’t the first time it has happened, and it wouldn’t be the last. Bucky catches her hand as she tries to slip past him and places a light kiss to her cheek. Just because she didn’t want to be involved in his life more than she already was, didn’t mean he had to hate her or push her out the door. 

“I meant what I said last night. I had a good time. It doesn’t have to mean more than what it was. Let me call you an Uber. I don’t want you trying to hitch a ride or paying for one yourself.”

He had his phone out, and the app open before she could argue. He wasn’t going to let her figure out her own way home when he was the one that picked her up. If he thought she wouldn’t be completely uncomfortable, he would have offered to drive her home, but by the awkward smile she’s giving him he doubts she would want that.

Zoe returns the kiss to his cheek and whispers a quick thank you before disappearing upstairs to gather her things.

A text message pops up right as he finishes calling for a car and he grins at the sight. His baby girl was begging to come home (with help typing from Aunt Nattie he was sure), and that could not come at a better time.

[N]: Can I come home daddy? I missed you!

[B]: You’ve got no idea how much I missed you, comet. Aunt Nattie I am at home and waiting on you two.

Zoe’s car left a few hours before Natasha had pulled up with Orion, so it gave Bucky enough time to hop in the shower and clean up from the night before. Turns out he reverts back to his college days when he has too much tequila and orders a pizza in the middle of the night. He does not remember that happening but judging by the half-eaten box on the floor of his bedroom he was the only one that partook in that late night snack. 

“Daddy!” Orion squeals as she runs into the house and slams into his legs making him stumble back a few steps. An overly excited four-year-old and a hangover do not mix well. 

“I missed you! I missed you! I missed you!”

He grins and bends down to place a kiss on the top of her head.“I missed you, comet. Why don’t you go get your things unpacked and make sure everything is ready for class tomorrow.” 

Class. Not Pre-K. He’s learned the hard way. She’s a big girl and Pre-K doesn’t sound grown-up enough. Orion tightens her arms around his neck and juts her bottom lip out as far as it will go, looking up at him through her lashes. Bucky shakes his head and kisses her nose. 

“Oh, I don’t think so. No pouting. Get moving. I’m gonna talk to Aunt Nattie for a second and then we can go get lunch?”

“Tacos?” She asks, practically bouncing from excitement.

“Whatever you want baby doll.”

Orion let go of his legs and was scrambling up the stairs without another word leaving Bucky chuckling. He leans back against the counter avoiding the glare he was getting from Natasha. For whatever reason, he felt like she was disappointed in him and no one wants to see a disappointed Natasha glaring at them.

“So,” Natasha prods. “How did last night go with what’s her name?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “You know her name, and it went fine. She booked it this morning when she realized I’m a full-time dad though. Can’t really blame her. I probably would have done the same before Ori was born.”

“Shame that didn’t work,” Natasha deadpans. “Why don’t you try online dating?”

He winces and shakes his head, “Not interested in doing that whole scene.”

Natasha sighs and peeks up the stairs for any sign of Orion before asking the question that’s been weighing on her mind, “Are you ever going to let someone in those high walls?”

“Tasha–”

“No, I’m serious James. You’ve been alone since Ori was born. Just one night stand after one night stand. Are you going to ever open yourself up and let someone else in your heart besides Orion?”

Bucky knows Natasha means well. He really does, but her worries are not built on anything substantial. He’s not closed off to love or women. In fact, he’s had more dates than he can count over the last five years, but none led to more than one night. Not one of those women were the one, and he’s not going to waste his time on someone who isn’t right for him and isn’t right for Ori.

When she finds him, he will be more than ready to let her in, but he won’t settle just to keep everyone around him from worrying.

“Look, if the right woman comes along, we will be here waiting. I’m not gonna force something because everyone thinks we are missing somethin’ that we aren’t. It has to be the right woman at the right time.” 

Bucky leans over and kisses her cheek and whispers with a cheeky grin, “Besides the only women, I need in my life are you and Ori.”

Nat rolls her eyes and pushes him away from her. 

“I’m married, Barnes. You should have made your move years ago. Don’t forget family dinner is on you this week and no pizza or anything else that comes out of a takeout container. You know the rules. Homecooked meals only.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Make that chicken pasta thing you do that’s really good. It always impresses everyone that you can make something that doesn’t taste awful.”

“Fine. Fine. Don’t you got a husband to take care of? I’m tryin’ to spend time with my best girl, and you’re yelling at me.”

“Zip it. I’ll leave when I’m good and ready,” She tells him with a grin. “Oh, and don’t forget. Y/n is coming to dinner. That’s not a problem is it?”

Bucky clears his throat and tries his best to look as casual as he can when he shrugs his shoulders. He looks around the house at the stuffed animal and toy tornado that destroyed his living room. “I should probably get all this cleaned up before she shows up is what you’re saying?”

Nat smiles and shakes her head, assuring him with complete confidence, “No. She won’t mind the mess. She likes Orion more than she likes you. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have to go say goodbye to my niece.”

Bucky watches as Natasha walks up the stairs graceful as always, his eyes land on the stack of books on the table that sits on the wall behind the couch. Nat wasn’t wrong. Y/n loved Orion enough to send him home with his own stack of books just to ensure they were both happy. If Natasha liked Y/n, she couldn’t be too bad, and they hadn’t added an outsider to the group since before Orion was born. One more friend wouldn’t hurt, would it? 

They were all due for a little change, and Y/n could be just what they all needed.

Previous // Next

[rayfollowsfromhere]

Sapphic September Day 29

29 was Quaint. I have one more day to go!

-.-.-

Frankey wasn't home when they knocked on his door. Emmett has raised an eyebrow at Eleanora, "You don't suppose you could?"

"Not psychic." Eleanora reminded him. He snapped his fingers with a flourish and a pout. Eleanora rolled her eyes. She tilted her head, "I may have an idea where he is though."

Emmett pursed his lips to hide his smirk. Eleanora leveled her gaze on him, eyebrows flat and eyes narrowed. He gestured towards the stairs, "Lead the way."

With a grumble and a shake of her head, Eleanora led him out of the red brick apartment building and a few blocks over.

The park was empty. School wouldn't be out for another hour and the afternoon sun - even in September - was bright and warm. Eleanora stopped a few paces from the swings.

"Maybe just a little psychic?" Emmett asked as he came up beside her. On the farthest swing, swaying slightly, was Frankey. Emmett approached him, "Hey, Frankey."

The younger man looked, eyes narrowed and lips pulled down in a severe frown. "Sheriff. I thought you were sick or something? Word was you were down for the count just yestersay."

"Eh, I'm too stubborn to stay sick for long," Emmett took the swing beside Frankey. "Tarisa caught me up on your last conversation."

Frankey's feet dug into the sand. He stopped swaying.

"I wanted to check in with you myself," Emmett pushed himself back and let himself swing slowly. He kept his feet just grazing the ground. "Without Tarisa around, I thought it might be easier for you to talk."

Eleanora stayed in her spot, three steps or one big swing away. Frankey eyed her, fingers twitching on the chains.

Emmett kept his voice casual, "There anything else you didn't tell us?"

"No." Frankey grunted as he stood. He crossed his arms and turned to face the sheriff, "Why do you keep coming to talk to me?"

"Oriana was your girlfriend," Emmett chuckled softly and raised a brow, "You knew her better than anyone."

"Ex-girlfriend," Eleanora corrected. She watched Frankey's jaw twitch. "She broke up with him before she died."

Emmett nodded slowly, "Fair point, Ms. Bond, but I figure Frankey here's still got most of the inside information." Emmett smiled at him and stretched his arms up as he stood, "Unless you think I ought to be asking someone else?"

Frankey shrugged, "No. I suppose… I suppose I did know her the best." His hands fisted at his side. His gaze fell to his feet. "But I don't know who would ever want to kill her. Ana was a nice person." His jaw twitched again.

"Except for you, ya mean?" Eleanora trailed around behind Frankey. She leaned against some monkey bars as Frankey turned to face her with a scowl. "She dumped you for the same dude twice. That's a motive if I ever heard one."

"I loved her!" Frankey shouted at her.

Eleanora shrugged, puckered her lips to the side, "More than she loved you, obviously."

"Why don't you tell us what happened?" Emmett pulled Frankey's attention back to him. He turned, jaw clenched. "The last time you saw Ana, what did you two talk about?"

Frankey huffed and rolled his shoulders back, "About our relationship." Eleanora snorted. He looked over his shoulder to glare at her. "It was after we broke up. I called her. I wanted to know why she did it - I didn't believe she was going back to college. And when she went last time, we stayed together."

"Where'd you meet her, to talk?" Emmett prompted. He leaned back on his heels, hands in his pockets.

"Her place," Frankey sighed. He ran a hand through his hair. "She didn't really want to talk. Was real evasive."

Emmett pushed again, "But you got her to admit she was seeing Amity?"

"No." Frankey almost growled before he barked out, "She never admitted it!"

"What did she admit?" Eleanora asked him as she continued her circle around the swings. She placed the metal and rubber playset between him and her. "Did she tell you she didn't love you?"

Frankey did growl now, "She said I deserved someone who cared as much about me as I did about them." He cursed on his breath. Emmett raised a brow at his words. "She was double-talking, like a damn lawyer or something, refusing to admit what was obvious!"

"She never loved you? She was using you?" Eleanora continued for him. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth ground together with every muttered curse.

"I asked her why she thought the man who killed her brother was going to be a better boyfriend than me, you know what she said?" Frankey spoke to Emmett, though he hadn't said a word in a while. "She said she was just as guilty as him, that he understood her better! They were connected! Can you believe that?"

Eleanora clicked her tongue, "They're both dead now."

"And they deserve to be!" Frankey swung to face her. He raised a hand to gesture out, "She said they were both guilty! Only fitting they both die too!"

"You didn't kill Amity though," Eleanora tilted her head to the side. She watched as Frankey's face contorted into rage.

He snarled, "But I would have!"

"And Ana?" Emmett called out, hands still firmly in his pockets as he stepped closer. Frankey clamped his mouth shut. "What did you do to Ana, Frankey?"

"The same thing Amity did to her brother!" Frankey spit the words out, eyes blazing. Eleanora could see the rage bubbling inside of him. It dripped off his fingers as it boiled over. "I should have let her suffer, let her decide whether to pull the plug like her brother did."

Eleanora snorted again, "Is that so?" Frankey's eyes snapped to her as Eleanora leaned forward slightly, "At least Amity didn't make anyone search for him. He admitted what he did right away."

When Frankey lunged for her, Emmett stopped him. A quick arm bar and sweep of his leg, Frankey was on his belly. Emmett cuffed him before raising a brow to Eleanora, "You could have stopped provoking him once he confessed."

"But bow you can tack on an attempted assault if you want," Eleanora winked and Emmett shook his head. "You're welcome!"

[jess-irenes-fics]

A/N: Hello, I wasn’t sure if I should create a ofc or a reader insert but I decided to make it a reader insert. Photos are not mine I got them on Pinterest. Reader/You lost your sight at 20. Okay, as I often do, the character is based on myself but I am yet to be a mother, I’m am only 20, and I’m not blind, but there are similarities, write what you know.

I should tag @brayamac 💗🤪💋

Summary: You have saved for a year now to go to a convention for Tom Hiddleston’s new series, you’ve loved him for many years even before losing your sight. You go for your 30th birthday with your five children, third con must be the charm.

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“Momma, can we go to the park?”, Shuri, your five year old daughter asks when you arrive in Washington. You think on it for a moment, you had driven up from Fayettville so taking a little while for the kids to realease some energy before the con and for you to relax for a hour or so was a good idea. Being a single mother was difficult, especially having lost your sight about ten years ago around the time your eldest son, Thor, was born, but, you actually made it work. Ofcourse, driving was a no go, so you were greatful for your friend Braya.

“Sure baby”, you smile petting her head. “Braya, Thankyou so much Sissy” “no problem sissy, I wouldn’t turn this con down”, she hugs you as you all get out of your van.

“Mom, I don’t want to go”, Bruce, your other son says. “To the park?”, he nods. “That’s alright...uhm, who wants to go to the park?”

“Me”, Shuri, and Thor and Tony, your six year old daughter, say together. “Okay, you guys can come with me. Repeat the rules to me”

Thor speaks. “Stay where you can hear us, I hold your hand, Tony holds mine and Shuri holds hers” “that’s my little man”, you kiss him and take his hand, Tony takes his other. Shuri wanted to be carried so you pick her up. “Okay, Sissy, could you take Bruce and Erik to lunch, and your pretty self. You hand her some money, kissing Erik, your youngest at two, and Bruce who was four. You hear them go with Braya, you never saw any of your kids except Thor briefly after he was born, but you remembered Braya, she was gorgeous. Without her and your kids you would be lost, they all have one father despite what many people thought because of your young age, but he hadn’t been around since Erik came along.

“Okay, Thor, sweet heart, can you be in charge of reading the map?” “Yes ma’am”, he says. “Tony, hang onto momma’s pocket”, Thor tells his little sister, she hugs your leg instead. “We have to go this way”, he guides you to the park. “Stay where I can hear you, and Tony, stay with your big brother, you too Shuri, and look out for each other” “Okay”, they all run to the slides excitedly and you lay in the grass to listen out for them. “We only have a hour before we go to the con guys!!”, you remind them.

“Okay!! Momma look!! Shuri is doing monkey bars!!!”, you hear your son respond. “I’m doing it!!!!”, she giggles. “Yes you are baby, I’m proud of you”, you wish you could see moments like that.

“Hello”, you hear a voice behind you. It sounded sweet, vaguely familiar. “Hi”, you turn and respond smiling. “You sound familiar”

“Do I?”, the man has a small laugh. It was a smooth British accent but a little raspy, like butter on sand paper. You felt someone sitting next to you. “I remember when I learned monkey bars as well, I was so excited for my mother to see. You have beautiful children”

“Thankyou”, you smiled back. “I have two more, their with thier aunt right now, those are just my eldest, and two of my middle children”, you giggle. “Excuse me”, you heard something and got up going over to the playset. “Thor! Get down, I know youre about to try and jump like you did from the barn when you broke your arm and landed on Tony” “but mom!! I can do it!!” “Boy I said get the hell down!” “But!” “Git! You got five seconds to climb your ass down or I’m coming up there and tearing your hide up! You wanna stand at the convention??” “No ma’am”, you hear him climb down from the top where he was about jump. “Half hour, Shuri, come here sweetheart your brother is getting dangerous”, you call out and know she is close to him, she and Tony were like his shadows. You pick her up and walk back to where you were.

You hear the same voice laughing. “Boys will be boys”, you chuckle. “Yes, we are quite a handful, how old are they?”

“Shuri here is five,say hi Sweety”

She waves. “Hi” “Hi darling”, the man responded.

“And those two are Thor, 10, and Tony who’s 6, Bruce is 4, and my other girl, Erik, is 2”, you go on. “Thor hurt Tony”, Shuri reiterates. “I heard”, the man says. “Yeah, genius jumped off the barns roof”

He laughs again. “I couldn’t help but notice thier names and that you’re going to the convention”

“Oh yeah, it’s my birthday, so for my 30th I saved to come. I love Tom Hiddleston and I haven’t been to a con since Fayettville Comic Con 2015 and Atlanta Supernatural Con 2016, I’m so excited I’m babbling”, you hoist her up. “Kids! Come on! We need to meet the rest of the gang and go!”, you hear them run up. “Alright, y’know the drill”, with that Thor and Tony pat your leg. “Okay, Thor baby, got the map?”

“Uh-huh!”, he pulls it from his pocket. “Uh....it ripped”

You were about to panic when the man spoke. “I was heading there, please allow me?”

“You’re amazing, I’m Y/N”, you shake his hand with your free one, hoisting her again. “Tom”

“Say hi to Tom guys” “hello” “Hello Tony darling, Aren’t your pig tails pretty” “Thankyou, Momma did ‘em” “sup?”

You roll your eyes. “Boy you know better manners than that”

Tom laughs. “I mean hi”, Thor corrects himself. “Hi Thor, would you like me to hold Tony?” “Oh my god, that would be amazing?”

Tom picks Tony up and you carry Shuri, holding Thor’s hand as you all walk to meet Braya, assuming she was at her favorite joint.

“Sissy, Erik refuses to eat for some reason”, she spoke up to you. “I didn’t!! I’m a nug thug!!”, Bruce yells. “Boy, shutup, we all know you wouldn’t turn down food”, you hear your friend retaliate, that’s when she must’ve looked up. “Sissy, do you know who is with you?” “Yeah, Tom, met at the park”, you answer. “We should go”, you walk ahead with the boys holding hands in front of you, Shuri on your hip, Erik being carried by Braya behind you and Tony held by Tom next to Braya.

You listen out but don’t hear them whispering behind you.

“You’re sister is a lovely lady”, he says. “She just saw Shuri do monkey bars for the first time, pretty big moment. She must be thrilled”

That is when the whispering began. “Tom” “Yes darling?” “She didn’t see that?” “What?” “Y/N has been blind for a decade”

She could see his pained reaction. “Yeah, around the time Thor came along, a fall as a baby, and lifetime of migraines took toll....I had known her for a few years, she woke up one day and couldn’t see Thor anymore, described it as a lightning in her head, but, we don’t bring it up”

“...........that must be difficult for her and thier father”

“Daddy left”, Tony says, you were paying more attention to the boys so you knew they were safe running ahead.

“Yeah, after Erik but actually Y/N took it like a champ, it was natural, wow, if she knew it was you she would be freaking right now”, Braya laughed.

You interrupted. “Okay, where is the center? And Erik why didn’t you eat?”

“Not hungry”, she answered simply. “It is on the right here”, Braya and Tom answered and she takes your free hand.

“I’m gonna meet Tom Hiddleston”, you bite your lip giggling and jumping a little.

Tom smiled and sat Tony down, she joined her brother’s and he had to go in.

A hour or so into the convention Thor was sleeping in your lap, Erik was out on Braya, and you were trying to calm the restless Bruce and Tony down because they were getting too loud while Shuri wanted to go up into line and ask Tom something. “Braya” “Yeah?” “I’m gonna take loud mouth here out for a minute” “Okay”, she laughs as you sit the sleeping little boy in your seat and grab Bruce’s hand. “Tony, sit down or go and stand with your sister, but don’t be actin a fool in line”, you pull Bruce into the hall, Tom noticed you leaving just as the girls’ turn came up.

“Hello Shuri, Hello Tony”, he smiles. “Everyone these are my friends, we met at the park earlier” “Mr Tom I have a question”, Shuri says as her hyper sister spins and twirls her dress. “Stop it Tony”. Tom laughs with his co-stars, “Yes darling?” “Do you think my moms pretty?”, she bluntly asks as she grabs her big sisters shoulders in a attempt to make her stay still. “Stop actin a fool Tony!”

After Tom caught his breath and his co-stars do the classic “ooooh snap”, Tom lifts head from behind his hands and they tease him. “That’s a yes”, the others tell her. “Do ya?”, she asks again.

“Yes, yes I do darling”

“Gonna ask her out for chicken nuggets?”, Thor had awoken and asked as his aunt face palmed. “Oh Jesus. We are so sorry Tom”, she says.

“Don’t be, and actually would like to if that is okay with your aunt, Thor , I would like Ms Braya’s blessing”

“Can he get her nuggets?”, the kids look to Braya with everyone else there.

“Yes, I don’t care, please, y’all kids are a trip, got everybody lookin at me”, she answers laughing as you walk back in and the whole room was.

“Did we miss something?”, you and Bruce look confused.

“Y/N, would you like to have dinner with me this evening?”, Tom asks into the mic. Ofcourse, now you knew it was him.

“Let him get you nuggets!!”, the kids whisper yell.

“Bruce?” “Yeah mom?” “Did Thomas William Hiddleston just ask me out?”

“Yes I did”, Tom answers into the mic.

“All of you cover your ears”, the kids immediately listen.

“Well?”, he asks again along with everyone.

“Fuck yes....but we aren’t really getting nuggets are we? I’ve eaten so many I can’t look at them”

“No, we aren’t getting nuggets”, he laughs. “Thankyou loves”, he says to Shuri and Tony. “You’re welcome”, they smile skipping back to sit down.

“Nug thugs for life bro!!!”, Bruce yells. “Nug thugs for life Bruce, you children do know your mother is a huge nerd, right?”

“Yes!” They yell together and wake Erik making her cry. You begin cooing her. “Bring her up darling”, Tom reaches you you bring her up, he bounces her on his knee and she’s out again.

“Oh, everyone, that was Bruce, Thor, Tony, Shuri, and Erik”, Tom introduces.

“You forgot Loki!!”, Thor yells. “Loki?”, Tom asks.

“It’s his dog”, you and Braya answer.

“I think I love you already Y/N”, Tom says, still in the mic.

“Careful, I’m fertile”, you tease and the crowd fangirls.

“Good, how’s Hela for the next one?”, Tom responds.

“Hela or Valkirye but you have to feed me first, I’m feelin bar-b-que and whiskey, answer everyone else”, you laugh.

“Get some Tom”, his co-stars cheer him on making him blush, which Braya tells you and you both roll your eyes.

[goldenscript]

deal | pt. 2

↳ prompt: demon!taeyong

pairing: lee taeyong | reader genre: fluff word count: 1,201

[read part one here]

The question burning on the tip of your tongue comes right after you and Taeyong enacted your revenge on Jeno. To say the least, the entire thing went somewhat accordingly, though you probably should’ve expected him wooing that MJ girl. You found the whole thing pretty endearing, and even the mayhem-thriving demon saw it in the same manner, which, for obvious reasons, surprised you.

Your entire perception of the demonic race has been whittled down with the time spent with him, and the fear you’ve held, like many others, faded. There’s a particular fondness that you feel in his presence, from his reserved nature to his involuntarily caring deeds, you almost catch yourself wondering how the whole vile ideal came about if he’s as kind as your neighbor, Betty, an eighty-year-old with one too many cats and a strong affinity for handing out Tootsie rolls and an assortment of hard candies on all occasions. She seems off-putting with her furrowed brows and her slight frown, but when she smiles she really lights up. And in the same essence, Taeyong mirrors that kind of undiluted kindness.

You didn’t know if demons could be that kind or if it was just a ruse, and the question itching to part your lips is a testament to your doubts. You want to believe that striking a deal with a demon won’t end in death, but you know not to get your hopes up—it isn’t like you’ve heard of survival cases when conjuring the unknown.

It’s still Halloween when he walks you back to your house, Jeno having long since departed from your watch after he and his MJ went back to his house to watch some horror flicks with his parents. They bade you farewell, though you declined the extra cash since it isn’t like you saw this is little outing as an extension of your job. Babysitting Jeno itself was actually quite fun (even if he could’ve been the reason for your demise). You honestly feel idle even as children pass you both by, screeching at the top of their lungs and welcoming homeowners with a monotonous: “Trick or treat!”

And in the past week since Taeyong has entered your life, he, unsurprisingly, picks up on the switch in mood. He nudges you, careful not to step in front of the children, because they simply can’t see him and it’d be hard to explain how someone’s child ran into what’s supposed to be air. “You okay?”

His voice is naturally low, but the gentle nature makes your stomach flip unexpectedly. For some reason, you feel nervous to ask.

His voice is naturally low, but the gentle nature makes your stomach flip unexpectedly. For some reason, you feel nervous to ask now. It does occur to you that there’s still people around, so you just walk a little faster out of the crowd and he does the same. The barest traces of his warmth warming your skin.

“Um,” you hum, watching as the street starts to dwindle in white noise as you reach the end of the block. For the most part, you’ve been pretty good at not looking crazy to the outside world, so you’d like to maintain that. “Can we talk?”

He nods, following your steps as you guide the two of you to a nearby park. It’s a simple place—a playset with a faded green slide, rusted yellow monkey bars, and a bridge that could take a whole ton of bricks and probably more—aside it stands a set of four swings, two for babies and two for everyone else. You plop yourself right there, giving the chain of the one beside you a small yank for Taeyong to follow suit.

He does so and looks around at the relatively quiet area. The shrill shrieks seemingly miles away as the two of you find purchase in this little nook of yours.

You actually have no clue why you brought him here, well, aside from asking him a question away from prying eyes. But you also have this desire to get him alone, at least to have this important conversation in the one place you’ve sought solace in for so long. Y’know, just in case anything happens.

“It’s different here,” he notes, pushing himself back and letting the swing propel him forward. “It’s nice.”

You laugh and give a nod, following in his example as you let yourself calm down. 

“What happens now?” you ask him, catching his eye as his gaze shifts from the large, luminous moon to you.

“Now?” he asks, brows furrowing for a half-second before it registers in his head. “Oh—!”

“How do I repay you? Do I give you my soul? Do you eat me? Like, what?” you reply, suddenly forgetting your previous anxieties. You’re already smack dab in the conversation you’ve been dreading and yet, he just cracks a smile and exhales a soft laugh. “What?”

“I’m not gonna eat you! And I’m certainly not collecting your soul,” he answers, half-indignantly. But you can tell he’s clearly feigning the hurt. That confuses you even more. “What I do isn’t like the demons you’ve heard horror stories about. Like angels, I’m kinda like the lesser-end of evil.”

“So, you’re not going to kill me?” you ask, once more for the reassurance. You’re already half-convinced from the incredulous expression gracing his visage, the sight enough to crack a small smile on your visage. 

“No,” he shakes his head, a little more than he should as he comes to a halt. You soon do the same when you find that he seems to have more to say, “What demons like me get crap for is being almost too human. We revel in your joy and amateur mayhem. Believe me, I will not kill you, I promise.”

“Oh…” you say, nodding slowly.  

“And I won’t let anyone hurt you either.”

You raise a brow at him, feeling a burn in your cheeks match the burn in his, “Oh?”

“Y-yeah, I—I mean I’d be pretty terrible at bringing you joy if I let you die or something.”

A part of you feels like he’s not telling you something, that maybe there’s more implications to his words than he’s letting on. Of course, you don’t particularly mind; if you’ve grown on him, he’s certainly grown on you.

“If you say so,” you say, grinning. He looks just about to flounder until you say, “I’m sorry. Just scared sometimes, s’all. Those other demons really did a number on making you guys pretty scary.”

His eyes soften and a golden tinge pools in his irises as his hand extends out to your own, “I’ll keep you safe. And make you happy. It’s in our deal.”

“You promise?” you ask, slowly extending your hand into his warm one.

He nods, a smile curving on his lips, “I promise… again.”

Although he mutters the last part, you can’t help but laugh as you both shake hands. The heft of his palm remains in yours as you both stay there for a little while longer. Like he said, it truly is a different world there.

He doesn’t tell you how much he enjoys this moment and neither do you, but you’re both pretty content. However long Taeyong stays with you, you’re actually pretty glad Jeno almost sent you to your death.  

[the--blackdahlia]

Reality Chapter 10 (Jensen x Reader; Dean x Reader)

Title: Reality Chapter 10

Summary:  Is this real life, or is this just fantasy? (Y/n) struggled to figure out if she’s in an alternate universe after a car accident, or if she’s just suffering from the after effects of a coma.

Warnings: Language

6 Months Later

 (Y/n) and Jensen left Vancouver for Hawaii a few weeks before the mid-season finale. They told Jensen’s parents about their wedding, which earned the same response as it did from everyone else.

 Finally.

 They returned to Austin about the time of the mid-season finale and waited. The reaction from fans was something that they wanted to see. And they weren’t disappointed. Fans with a keen eye saw the card “Written by (Y/n) Ackles”. Jensen and (Y/n) watched as Twitter started to come alive. And when the final card, the one that said “Supernatural Proudly Presents Mr. and Mrs. Ackles”, the fans went crazy. Their Instagram’s, twitters, and any other social media account was bombarded with messages.

 That episode had been one of their highest in a long time, and guaranteed (Y/n) a spot at the writers table instead of in front of the camera.

 That led them to where they were now. Back in Austin. They didn’t have a convention for a little while, so they were just relaxing. At least (Y/n) was, using her baking skills to make some pies. Jensen and Jared were in the backyard, arguing about building a playset.

 “They’re just like real brothers.” (Y/n) said, talking to the dog that was laying at her feet. “Makes me a little homesick sometimes.” She sighed. It had been hard to adjust to getting to sleep in, or not having to carry a gun with her. Not long after their wedding, (Y/n) had quietly asked Jensen if it would be stupid to get an anti-possession tattoo. He smiled and went with her to the parlor. He knew it would be hard for a former hunter to adjust to their life. He had portrayed the same thing as Dean years before.

 One thing that had happened when they returned home was Jensen, Jared, Misha, and Gen had asked for details about their counterparts. (Y/n) told them almost everything she could think of. There were a few details she left out. But the more Jensen heard about this version of Dean, the more he hated him. He had used (Y/n). Almost so he knew that he wouldn’t have to go to bed alone every night. This Dean was more like a dick than the one that he played and he didn’t like him. Not one bit.

 (Y/n) was thinking as she cut up apples for the pie she was working on. Over the past six months, she had missed Dean, missed Sam, Baby, everything. But the more and more she thought about it, that place had just screwed her over left and right. That world had killed her parents. That world had made her lose things that she could never get back. That world put her with Dean Winchester.

 Right as she cut through an apple, her phone beeped with a news break. She wiped her hands on a towel and picked it up. Her eyes widened as flashbacks of her own trip flashed through her mind. Small earthquake, random guys falling from the sky. She looked out at the backyard to see Jensen and Jared still there. So they hadn’t switched with Sam and Dean.

 She didn’t even realize she had started breathing heavy until the room started spinning. She heard Jared call her name before she found herself on the floor and the two actors running in through the back sliding door.

 “Babe, talk to me.” Jensen said, trying to get her to start her breathing. She had started going to a therapist when her nightmares from her old life kept her awake. “Just breathe. What is it?”

 “He found me.” She whispered, showing Jensen and Jared her phone. They read the story and looked at each other before turning their attention back to her. “I don’t want to go back to that world. Please don’t make me.”

 “Baby, I’m not making you go anywhere.” Jensen said. “If that was Dean who came here, I’m not letting him go anywhere with you.” He pulled her close to him. “Jared and I will keep an eye out. And I bet Misha would too if he was here. We’re not going to let anything happen to you sweetheart.” Jared kept rereading the news article.

 “They don’t know she’s married, right?” Jared asked.

 “Right.” Jensen said.

 “So, as long as they don’t know her new last name, then they will have trouble tracking her.” Jared said. “And we can keep her safe.”

 “We just need to hold out for like a week. Then we head to a con and far away from them.” Jensen said, rubbing her back. She nodded, wanting to believe him. But he didn’t know Dean. He played him on TV, but he didn’t know the real man.

 And when Dean wanted something, he got it.

 ****

 “Where the fuck are we?” Dean asked, looking around. Cas closed his eyes to focus for a second.

 “This world’s Austin, Texas.” Cas explained. Dean nodded and looked around. It was a pretty city, he had to give them that. And his eyes fell upon a bar then and it just got even better.

 “There’s a bar. Let’s go in there, get a beer, and see if maybe anyone knows where to find (Y/n).” Dean said, grabbing Sam’s arm and pulling him to San Jac’s. Sam groaned. They had just left their own world that was full of bars and now Dean was wanting to go to a new one.

 “Dean, maybe we should just hit the pavement or something.” Sam said. Dean shook his head and led him and Cas into the building. It was slower right now. There was no live band and SportsCenter was on the TV. The three made their way to the bar.

 “What can I get ya?” The bartender asked. Dean smirked.

 “Three local drafts,” Dean fished a picture out of his wallet. “And have you seen this woman?”

 “Of course. We all have. That’s Jensen’s wife.” The bartender said, pouring three pints. Sam and Cas took a small step away from Dean.

 “Jensen’s wife?” Dean asked. “I think you might be mistaken.”

 “Nah man. They were engaged for years and just out of the blue got married up in Canada when they went on break from their show.” The bartender explained. He slid drinks to the guys and Dean paid before heading over to the table. Sam settled across from him and Cas off to the side.

 “Look up Jensen.” Dean said. “(Y/n) might have taken his last name. It might make it easier to find her.”

 “Dean, she’s married. Let’s just leave her alone.” Sam said. Dean shook his head.

 “No Sam. We came all this way.” Dean said. “I’m taking (Y/n) home with me. So just get to work so we can find her.” Sam sighed but pulled out his tablet and got to work while Dean checked out the locals.

 The whole time, Cas was starting to wonder if he made the right decision bringing Dean there.

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[niallsstainedcoffeecup]

Heartbreak for Christmas

Day 15 of the Christmas Advent Calendar!

           Niall packed the suitcases into his car. She checked her phone, hoping he would call before he left. Niall glanced down at his phone, rolling his eyes before getting in his car. Tears slid down her pale cheeks as she drove to her parent’s house. Her mother opened the front door with arms wide open. She enveloped her broken-hearted daughter. Finals were over, but her daughter was stuck on the recent breakup with her boyfriend.            Niall hugged his mother and father, discussing his recent change. She should be there with him. His grandma would have loved his ex-girlfriend, but he lost her. He craved a different touch, and he told her that everything was off. An entire year washed down the drain due to a moment of stupidity. Did he call her? Did he apologize? No, he was too embarrassed to even look her way. If she called him, he would answer in a heartbeat. Greg clamped a hand on Niall’s shoulder, dragging him out of the house and to the pubs. The only way to drown his sorrow was to drink away his feelings.            Her niece poked at her cheeks, asking why she wasn’t singing carols like everyone else. She chuckled, hugging the little girl, hiding the tears building in her eyes. Niall dialed her number, buzzing on the three pints he already drank. She paused once she heard his ringtone. “Hello?” She sucked in the air to calm her nerves. Niall smiled at her sweet voice, “Babe, you answered my call. I miss you.” She shook her head, hearing his drunken slur. She walked out of the room, deciding her family did not need to hear this conversation. “You’re drunk.” “No, I’m happy. Ever since you left, I haven’t felt myself. I feel like I’m missing something, but now I feel happy. I even got this girl’s number.” She scoffed, “Niall, stop playing with my emotions. You say you miss me, then tell me about some girl at a bar. I miss you Niall, but I don’t have time for games. I’m hanging up.” Niall wiped aggressively at his eyes, feeling tears prick his sleepy eyes. “No, please, I need you.” She covered her mouth to hide the sobs coming from her mouth, “I love you.” She hung up the phone, staring out at the snow-covered lawns. Her heart argued to call Niall back and talk things out, but her mind warned her against making peace with the childish man. Niall frowned at the call ended screen, stuffing his phone back in his pocket. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he ran toward the group of friends. Maybe their story had ended.            She woke up on Christmas day to children ripping open gifts. She giggled as her niece and nephew freaked out over toys. She received new clothes, money, and new sketchbooks. She snuck out of the room, packing her new gifts in her bag when she came across a tiny gift. Her fingers hovered over the shiny red wrapping paper. Niall’s gift, she packed it since she was supposed to go to his house for the holidays. She bought him a pair of crazy socks, a new guitar pick, and a gift card to his favorite restaurant. She slammed the suitcase shut, sobbing into her palms.            Niall froze when his mother found his ex-girlfriend’s gift. He searched everywhere for the moon necklace. He knew she didn’t like diamonds, so he asked if it could be made from opal. Niall shook his head, throwing the gift in his suitcase. He went back to helping Theo build a new car playset. Greg frowned, worried about his brother. He knew how much Niall loved his girlfriend. He needed to show Niall how much he truly needed her. “How are you?” Greg asked, seasoning the turkey. Niall rolled his eyes, “Greg, I’m not hungover.” “Niall, you are depressed. Why don’t you just apologize?” “I told her I wanted to date other people. How could she still love me? I messed up. I should’ve never told her that. I’m an idiot.” Greg nodded, looking at his brother’s tear-filled eyes. “She still loves you. I know, because you two are meant to be. You just have to own up to your mistakes.” Niall walked out to the garden, dialing her number. He groaned when he heard her cheesy answering machine. “Babe, it’s Niall. I messed up. I miss you, and I’m not drunk this time. I need you. Please call me.”            She listened to the voicemail about fifty times. His thick accent sounded so broken. She didn’t know if she could call him. How could she forgive him? Would he pull this move again? “Hello?” She couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Niall checked his phone, “Princess, are you there?” “Yeah, I don’t know what to say,” She choked out. Niall nodded, “I know. How’s your family?” “Good, they miss you. I miss you.” Niall smiled, feeling his heart wash with relief, “I miss you too.” “How do I know you won’t get tired of me again?” He shook his head, “I never meant that. I was stupid. I thought I wanted someone else, but I could never find someone like you. I love you. You are my only one.” Tears of joy fell down her cheeks, “I love you too.” Niall cheered, wishing he could hug her. “Niall, if you ever do this again, I will kick your ass.” He laughed, “I will never do it again.” The couple continued to talk for the next thirty minutes. Their family rolled their eyes at the chatty couple but felt overwhelmed with joy to see their children happy again.

[liilacxliterature]

Life in Paradise (Prison) | Prologue | Open

In the days following their initiation into this ‘retreat prison life’, Aki begrudgingly found himself adjusting to their new situation. He always gave himself credit for his adaptability. Plus, the boy could admit at least to himself, that the cabins were particularly nice; certainly better than anything his Mom or him have lived in. And, strangely enough, he found a couple of his personal belongings in the cabin upon arrival. A tattered, green origami butterfly, a couple prints of both his own work and his favorite artists’, and a couple classic books and fairytales were thrown into the mix for good measure.

Well, at least their kidnappers were thoughtful?

Falling into a routine was never Hiko’s style but there was little choice in the matter. Within a couple of days - once he could convince himself to get quality sleep - the teen was rising and resting almost in time with the sun (give or take a two or so hour difference). They didn’t seem to have a real schedule so he might as well try to make use of daylight, somehow.

Once it was light out and he could grab something to eat, Aki just went with the flow of time. Though, a majority of his waking hours were spent with the other students (guests? prisoners?) or taking time to sketch and explore. Back at home, he could blow off steam by playing on the rooftops like they were his personal playground; which, in a way, they were. But here? He was a bit worried that pulling his usual stunts may send his leg through the thatched roofs. He didn’t mind trouble, but it didn’t seem worth the risk of annoying the other kids, getting hurt, or angering that eerie host of theirs.

That particular day, the street artist’s urge to climb something was strong. He couldn’t believe how restless he felt now that the option was taken away from him. It had become another item to add to that list of things he wished he appreciated earlier.

The swing sets were quickly becoming a favorite spot of his, even though he couldn’t utilize them himself. They made a fun place to sit, at least. With his hoodie draped over the bar beside him, the boy looked perfectly peaceful letting the mid-morning breeze ruffle his hair and clothes from his spot above the playset. This was the highest he was willing to climb without seeking out a prickly tree or testing the merit of the cabins’ construction. At least he had a lovely view of the lake and a perfect vantage point for people watching.

With the familiar sound of shoes crunching the Earth, his head lazily tilted towards the person approaching. The quiet serenity of the place had put him in a pleasant mood, but it was nice to finally have another soul around.

“Lovely morning we’re having!” In his greeting, he sat up from his lounging position to wave. With one leg propped firmly up on the bar and the other dangling below, his position was reminiscent of a cat eyeing something of mild interest. “If you’re here to use the swing, I can move over. I don’t mind.” Fortunately, he wasn’t planning on staying there too much longer.