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opaldraws · 3 years ago

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Dandelion

Billy never thought that he would become a dad. Besides believing that it wouldn’t be possible for a person like him, he also was scared shitless. He’d seen first hand what happens when the wrong kind of person became a parent, he knew how screwed up things could get. He had this huge fear that he would ruin a kid’s life. And even though Steve had assured him countless times that Billy would be a fantastic dad if they were to have a kid, he also accepted that Billy wasn’t ready for fatherhood and he may never be. So Steve never pushed the idea.

Then Max had a baby.

Out of the pair, no one expected Billy would be the one hit with baby fever.

Max was only able to get three weeks of leave from her work, so Billy volunteered to help out with little Julien. Julien was precious: He slept for long hours and rarely cried, he loved playing peek-a-boo and was easily entertained by crinkly paper, and when he got especially fussy, all Billy had to do was put him in his swing and Julien would knock right out.

Billy would come home from Max and Lucas’ and gush to Steve about whatever him and Julien got up to that day. It was usually the same sort of stuff, babies don’t really do that much, but Steve would listen fondly to Billy’s report while they cooked dinner together. Eventually Max found a sitter and changed her work hours, so Billy didn’t spend as much time with the runt.

A few years passed and Billy mentioned having kids of their own. Steve and him were in bed, the light on the nightstand casting enough light for Billy to read but not too much that Steve couldn’t doze off.

“Steve.” Billy ruffled Steve’s hair gently, letting his hand wander down to rub his back. Steve blinked over at him sleepily, his eyes a little unfocused without his glasses.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, frowning.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I just… I’ve been thinking lately, maybe we could look into adoption?” Billy wrung his hands together nervously. When Steve didn’t answer immediately, Billy interjected, “Only if you want to, of course! Fuck, nevermind. It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have even brought it up.”

Billy picked his book up, not able to look back at his partner. Steve hadn’t seen him this nervous since Billy had asked him to marry him. This conversation caught Steve off guard- and not only because he was half asleep. They’d talked about kids before when they were freshly married (technically unofficially, but whatever), Billy said he didn’t think he’d ever want to go down that path. And now, Billy was bringing it up.

“Babe, it’s not stupid.” Steve said seriously. “I want to do that with you.”

...

Adoption for two gay men in 2000 wasn’t easy. They were basically at the bottom of the ‘list’ of candidates and they’d been through multiple near adoptions that eventually fell through in just the past two years. Steve was beginning to lose hope, but Billy stayed determined. He called the adoption agency every week and he stopped by in person once a month. Steve told him he was probably bothering the agency, he said that they had their application and when the right kid came along, everything would work out. Billy’s perspective wasn’t quite as rose-colored as Steve’s: He realized that the agency didn’t want a same-sex couple adopting a baby. They may not outright say it, but he could tell. Billy wanted to show them that they were just as serious as any other couple.

In November of 2001, they got the call from the agency. The weekend before they brought their daughter home, Billy and Steve prepared the second bedroom for their new addition. Steve excitedly put up a fresh coat of paint while Billy struggled through assembling furniture for the bedroom. When they finished, they stood side by side in the doorway, misty eyed and excited for their daughter’s homecoming.

“We’re going to be parents.” Steve sighed, he let his head fall to Billy’s shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m so scared.” Billy admitted. He took a deep breath and tried to ease the panic creeping in. Steve gently wrapped his arms around him, pulling Billy in to hold him. Billy sagged into the hug.

“I am too, but I know it’s gonna be okay.” Steve said.

“How could you know that though?” Billy asked fearfully. So many things could go wrong, what if this was a mistake? Steve tightened his arms around Billy and leaned them against the doorframe.

“Because I know you. I’ve seen you grow into the man you are today and I know you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

...

Billy knew that for every developmental milestone that Abby passed, he should be excited. Don’t get him wrong, he was beyond happy to see his daughter growing and becoming a little person… but he also got sad? Abby was growing up so fast, one day she was crawling around on the carpet and the next she was racing around the apartment wreaking havoc. It felt like only a few days ago she drooled and needed to be spoon fed, now she was talking in barely formed sentences. Sometimes Billy would just curl up next to Steve in bed at night and have to cry about how big Abby was getting. Steve would rub his back, comforting his partner as best as he could. These breakdowns started happening more frequently as Abby’s 2nd birthday got nearer and nearer. Billy was aware that he was being dramatic, but his little girl was growing up way too fast. He felt like he was going to blink and then she’d be gone, old enough not to need her dads anymore.

“Billy, stop worrying about the future, Abby’s barely two! You have got to just live for today.” Max scolded him during one of Abby’s and Julien’s playdates after he had opened up to her. It was a sunny June day and Julien was happily keeping Abby occupied on a blanket in Lucas and Max’s yard. Lucas had been called out of town for a work emergency and Steve had gotten stuck covering a late shift. The step-siblings watched the kids from the porch, periodically bringing out new toys and snacks.

“Yeah, that’s what Steve keeps telling me. That’s what everyone keeps telling me, shitbird.” Billy huffed, rolling his eyes. “I can’t help it!”

“Listen to me, I felt the same way. Every time I had to go into work, every time I left Julien with you or Lucas, or the babysitter, I was so afraid that I was missing out on his childhood. Even when I was with him, all I could think about was how I could never get this moment back. But it’s useless to think that way! I realized that I couldn’t stop time from passing so I needed to enjoy it while it lasted!” Max insisted. She grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Billy squeezed back. Even though Max was younger than him, he appreciated the wisdom she occasionally provided. He was happy that their days of fighting and heated arguing were left behind at the house on Cherry Lane.

Billy looked out at the yard, he watched the way Abby would giggle when Julien ran circles around her with his toy airplane. She made grabby hands at him and squealed, “My turn!” Julien passed the toy plane to her and she zoomed it around. Max gave his shoulder a hard pat and announced that she was going to get food ready. Billy walked over to the rainbow blanket and sat down beside the duo.

“Daddy attack!” Abby jumped up, discarding the airplane to wrap her arms around his shoulders and climb onto his back. He held onto her chubby little legs and she laughed into his ear. He tried not to dwell on the future, let himself enjoy the moment. “Down.” Abby instructed him and he helped her back to the ground. She plucked a nearby dandelion from the ground and held it to Billy triumphantly. “Present for you.”

“Thank you baby, I love it.” He smiled at her, taking the dandelion. She beamed at him, clearly happy that her gift was well received. He tucked the yellow flower into the breast pocket of his shirt. Julien came bounding up to them excitedly, hiding something behind his back.

“I have a present for you too, Uncle Billy!” Julien grinned and offered him a wiggling pink worm clasped between his fingers. Billy chuckled and took the worm and Julien bounded off - probably to find more worms.

Abby went back to playing with the airplane and some of Julien’s matchbox cars. She pretended that Billy’s arm was the road and rolled the cars over it, back and forth. Every so often, she would show Billy a new car, telling him which color it was or if she liked it or not. Steve had been working on colors with her a lot recently, and Abby had gotten into the habit of pointing out the colors of things frequently. It was really adorable and she always looked proud when she got the color right. And when Billy would catch those intrusive thoughts about the future, he gave it his all not to dwell on them and instead focus on Abby rolling her car over his arm. Max rejoined them with a big plate of fruit and sandwiches to share for an early dinner, calling Julien over to eat.

Before Billy knew it, a few hours had passed and the sun was beginning to set. He helped Max bring all the toys back in the house and the kids savored the last few minutes of light while they cleaned up. Billy caught a glimpse of the clock on his trip inside; It was nearing 7pm and Steve would be arriving soon to pick them up. Billy and Max tried to coax the kids inside with the promise of a movie, but Julien had other ideas.

“Five more minutes? Please? Momma, I wanna see the fireflies!” Julien tugged at Max’s pant legs, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. “I promise I’ll be good for bedtime!” For a five year old, Julien was quite the negotiator. Of course Max caved which meant that Abby also got to chase the growing number of fireflies blinking around the yard. Billy couldn’t help but grin watching the cousins running around- and periodically jumping up- to try and catch the glowing bugs. After struggling to jump high enough to reach any of the fireflies, Abby pouted at Billy.

“Hold me?” She asked and how could Billy say no? He lifted her up in the air and she swung her little hands around, attempting to catch at least one bug. Billy could tell that she was getting frustrated when each time she came back fruitless. Abby got distracted by Julien showing Max all of the bugs he had captured, a faint green-ish yellow glow coming from his closed fists. “Daddy! Want one.” Abby’s chin wobbled - one of her tell tale signs that a meltdown was coming.

“Okay honey, I’ll get you one.” He smiled and moved her so that she was propped on his hip. They walked slowly around the yard together and Billy caught one for her. He helped her get it in her hand and her eyes widened. “Now you’ve got to be real careful, you don’t want to squish it right?” Abby shook her head no, wanting to keep her new friend forever. Billy watched the way she would peek into her fist to catch a glimpse of the small bug, finding it sweet how gentle she treated it. She kissed the top of her hand and said “I love you” to the tiny insect hidden within. Billy was so transfixed with her that he didn’t notice Steve’s arrival; It startled him when a hand met the small of his back. Abby lit up even more once she saw Steve.

“Papa look! Bug!” She opened up her hand to show Steve the bug, but the firefly took the opportunity to make its escape and flew off into the night sky before Abby could close her hand. She gasped and tried to reach for it in a futile attempt. Here comes the meltdown... or so Billy thought.

“Oh Abby, it was such a beautiful firefly! Looked like it was a really good flyer too huh?” Steve smiled and Abby only pouted a little. “Now it’s going to go home and tell all of its friends about you. And we gotta go home too sweetheart, it’s getting pretty late. Let’s say bye to Julien and Aunt Max, okay?” Steve was great at de-escalating a situation, he always knew exactly the right thing to say to stop Abby’s tears. Billy put Abby back down on her feet so that she could go over to Max and Julian to say goodbye. Steve turned to Billy and gave him a quick peck on the lips before taking his hand and walking them over to the trio waiting for them.

“Seems like you were able to get out of your head today, I’m glad.” Max said to Billy during their hug.

Once their farewells were said and done and they were all loaded up into Steve’s car, the small family made the short drive back home. Steve’s hand rested over Billy’s atop his thigh, periodically giving it a light, reassuring squeeze.

Back home, Steve carried a sleepy Abby in from the car and straight to her bed (he hated for her to miss brushing her teeth, but made an exception because of the long day she had had). While Steve helped Abby get settled in, Billy headed into their bedroom. He picked one of the heavier hardcover books off the bookshelf and pulled the dandelion out of his pocket. He tucked the wilting flower between the pages, saving it so that he could remember the day. Steve came into the bedroom as he was reshelving the book, he walked straight to Billy and wrapped his arms around him.

“Had a good day?” Steve asked. Billy twisted in his grip, turning to face Steve. They shared a few slow kisses, with no intention to escalate, only to be in each other’s space after being apart for the day. Billy pulled back, hands still holding onto Steve’s waist securely.

“Yeah, it was really good.” He smiled. Sure Abby was growing up, but they had so many years ahead of them, so many warm summer days just like this one. Although Billy didn’t expect he could completely quell his anxieties about the future, he was ready to start enjoying the moments as they happened.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #dads!harringrove #my fic

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okaywitheverything · 4 years ago

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hi! can i request minato fall for naruto kindergarten teacher please? thank you 😁

Ma'am: A Possible New Mom? Minato x KindergartenTeacher!Reader

My actual first request! Hope I did it justice! Thank you honey for the request. I wrote some sort of mixed AU so I hope you don't mind.

A/N: This took a lot of time because I have a lot of tests every month. Also i threw up a week ago and was somewhat sick. Then I lost the two drafts and was so irritated with ms word but somehow I managed to write again. So a lot of blood, sweat and tears went into this. Please shower it with love if you even read this awful Author’s note.

Positive A/N: I did like how it turned out tho, the ending is too cute and you won't know what to expect as I didn't either. I genuinely hope you have fun reading this piece.

Word count: 3K

Your POV

“It must be fun to play with the kids all day."

People who think that are the biggest fools on the planet in the universe.

You were picking up the various toys scattered throughout the main classroom, sorting them category wise while the kids took a nap. Most of them anyways.

A few babies had insane amount of energies that they refused to sleep whatsoever. But it wasn't as big a problem as people think it is. All kids have different strengths, a variety of ways to function and unique physiology. You knew if a kid was not tired, forcing him or her to doze off isn't healthy.

Just let the kids be.

So that explains why Naruto was alongside you helping you to collect the sponge shurikens scattered around while you put away the stuffed ninkens on the high shelf. Usually Kiba and Rock Lee would be awake as well, and this trio would play in the hall until their limbs gave out but today even they slept after tiring poor Akamaru out for weird challenges.

“Ma’am, I almost forgot! I want to show you something! Come with me!” Naruto suddenly grabbed your hand leaving his task in the midst and urging you to leave yours too. You looked at him puzzled but giggled at his enthusiasm nonetheless, sometimes kids were too darn cute. You loved the ways kids’ eyes lit up, so optimistic and happy and hopeful until the world snatched it all away. You wanted to preserve this for as long as could.

He took you to the room where the kids kept their small backpacks filled with their favourite articles that they thought were absolutely necessary to take everywhere.

No Neji, you don’t need to have three combs for the care of your luscious hair every possible instant.

Naruto generally brought a lot of snacks which you had to retain sometimes so that he would eat healthy but it became even harder to do so when all he wanted was for Sasuke to taste the tomatoey flavour ‘these’ chips had and gift Rock Lee the curry flavour. That boy had a heart of gold.

He pulled the zipper of his orange backpack open, and took out a stuffed fox.

“Ma’am meet Kurama! I told him all about you and he wanted to meet you!” He held Kurama up while you were gently petting the plushie’s head, he was so excited to see your happiness to meet his esteemed companion.

These kids and their imaginations! You loved every ounce of it!

“Hello Mr. Kurama!” You didn’t feign excitement, you actually were. You loved kids and their creativity and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“He’s my best friend! Don’t tell anyone else though! Others might get sad.”

You did an action of zipping your lips, “Your secret is safe with me, sweetie.”

“Look! I also drew something!” He hastily handed you Kurama and proceeded to take out his yellow sketchbook. He kept turning pages filled with rainbows of colours morphing into one another that made some sense in his cute, little head and finally reached his desired page. He pulled your dress with his little chubby hands, an action he often did when he wanted you to sit beside him. You kneeled down, his plushie settled in your lap now as you waited for him to go ahead.

He handed you his open sketchbook where there were three figures, two adults and one kid judging by the height, all wearing triangular outfits. One kid and an adult had striking yellow hair and blue eyes while the other adult wore an orange dress with a large circle in their hands. On closer inspection, you saw your own hair colour and eye colour being illustrated to the best of the toddler’s ability, as far as the crayons allowed him to portray it. You had a circle in your hands, almost the size of your drawn head with black spots in between while the child in the photo held an orange squishy ball. To save you from your confusion, Naruto came to the rescue and started explaining.

“That’s me and Dada over here. And I’m playing with Kurama! And that’s you Ma’am! Bringing me and dada cookies for being good boys like you do in class!”

Your heart melted right there and then. For some reason, your face heated up too.

“Oh my God, honey, that’s amazing!” You pecked his cheek as Naruto blushed slightly and rubbed his head, “You liked it?”

“I Loved it! What did Dada say about it?”

“He got so red like Sasuke’s tomatoes haha. But he put it on our fridge like my other drawings and he said it was the best one yet.”

Before you could reply, crying was heard from the nap room and you sighed. Looks like someone woke up.

“Yay, someone is up! We can now play!” Naruto began running but you stopped him.

“Let’s be sure to pack this all up before, Ma’am Anko will see to your friend okay?”

Minato was waiting alongside other parents, it was 10 minutes till the kindergarten was over. His mind wandered afar, thinking about his journey to this town.

Minato was very afraid when he moved to Konoha, about Naruto settling in and making friends. Of course, back in his previous town he had already got Naruto a place in the best Kindergarten there, pulling all the needed strings but his promotion caught him off guard. Being a single parent was hard enough as it is, and with the worry of adjusting to new surroundings for his growing son, he was almost going to decline the offer. Only after much conviction from his friends that he deserved this, he took the offer, albeit hesitantly.

He was happy with his new workspace and colleagues as well, and was over the moon when he one of his erudite associates had a son the same age as his own, and recommended the city’s best kindergarten where his son was set to go. He went blindly on his associate’s word, because he knew him to be a wise dad.

For the first two months, he had to work relentlessly to prove his position as the new leader in the branch, and so he had his assistant pick Naruto up while he prepared lunch at home for his precious boy, barely making it home fifteen minutes before they did. But when the company celebrated their first real accomplishment, only then did Minato feel he could take a step back and indulge with his son more as he used to do.

When he began picking him up himself, he realised what he had been missing on: small quirky tales, new words his toddler learned, new friends’ names, his favourite teacher’s cookies apparently. Minato quickly noticed, being the perceptive man he was, that Naruto could go hours and hours talking about his Ma’am. He would have thought of it as a crush, had Naruto been older.

But when he first saw you, he could relate to his son if Naruto did have a crush. He knew he was being superficial, being attracted to your appearance at first sight but he couldn’t help himself that you were almost ethereal, too gorgeous to be true. It seemed as if you were glowing when you laughed alongside the kids or held one of them on your shoulders while searching for the parents.

However, your personality was even more so captivating when he finally talked to you at the parents-teachers conference. You were such a quality teacher, he deduced when he noticed how apt you were at describing each kid individually and how dedicated to their growth you were. He loved the bond you had with Naruto, the boy couldn’t stop grinning upon meeting you on his day off.

The bell rung, breaking him out of his reverie, and he waited as the kids ran to the parents, waving goodbyes here and there, ready for their weekend. He could hear your faint shouting over the buzz, “Make sure you have taken all your belongings, kiddos! Have a good weekend!”

He knew if you had a special place in his son’s heart, he could let you stay in his heart as well.

It was 8 PM, one hour past the Uzumaki kid’s bedtime, but the blatantly crying kid was nowhere near sleeping. A distressed Minato held him on his hip, as he searched the entire house for his favourite plushie, Kurama, without whom Naruto had never slept.

“We’ll find him, Naru. Do you remember where you last saw it?” Minato asked, pausing and sitting in the comfy sofa, looking at Naruto, hoping he’d have an answer.

Naruto’s wails quietened down, fortunately there were no tears, as he pondered and spoke, “I last showed it to Ma’am!”

Minato sighed, he grasped that Naruto would have left it at the playschool because no inch of his house was unsearched. He settled Naruto down on the couch as he deliberated calling you over a toy. He had your number for emergencies, but was this one? The real objection, the actual reluctance he had for calling was totally different though. He hated to admit it, but talking to Naruto’s daydream of a teacher always left him stuttering like a teenager. He could barely listen and respond when he met her at the kindergarten, but talking to that Goddess one on one was more terrifying and nerve-wracking than moving to a new town.

But he knew there was no way Naruto would sleep without Kurama and it was only Friday, nights to wait if he doesn’t ask you about the plushie today. He couldn’t imagine how disheveled will Naruto be without Kurama by then. He would surely award himself with wine if he managed to finish the call without fainting.

With clammy hands and a vigorously pounding heart, he dialed the number.

You were finishing up the last batch of forms and cleaning up, when you saw something abruptly put in the otherwise shipshape playroom. Before you could further inspect, your phone rang, Mr. Uzumaki flashing on top of the screen. Your heart hammered as you wondered what he could be calling about.

You were not going to lie, Mr. Uzumaki was easy on the eyes, always in class A condition with his well-tailored suits as he came to pick Naruto up. Even the married housewives ogled him not-so-subtly. He was such an excellent father, really devoted in his son’s life while simultaneously conquering the business world. An eye candy, with all the best qualities that existed, an immensely put together God’s creation. He was dream partner to have, yet somehow he was single.

Your phone’s ring broke you out of your musing, as your sweaty palms grabbed the phone and received the cal.

“Good Evening, Mr. Uzumaki.” You managed out, your neck suddenly heating up.

“Good Evening, Miss. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

“Not at all, I was about to head home. How may I help you?”

“If you are still there at the playschool, could you please…… If you don’t mind….. I’m sorry again I called-”

“I assure you, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it. Although you do need to tell me the problem if you want me to help.” You giggled lightly, amused at that man stuttering.

“Thank you. Umm Naruto left his night time plushie there I suppose and he doesn’t sleep without it. Could you please, please check if it’s there?”

“Of course.” You held the phone and as you hummed and went to the Kid’s playroom you found Naruto’s sketchbook with the drawing laying on it, and the Kurama toy beside it. You swore you promised Naruto pack it earlier in the day.

“Looks like he did leave it here.”

“Can you keep the school open a bit late, I’ll come and collect it right aw-”

“Its pretty windy right now outside, and you’ll have to bring Naruto too at this hour. I’ll drop it at your home on my way back, I was planning in leaving in five anyways.” Your mouth spoke before you could process what you said, offering to go to his house? Nice going there, you desperate weirdo.

His choked out “Okay” almost surprised you as you ended the call.

This will be a nice, little detour.

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell to the Uzumaki household rang and Minato sprinted to the door, opening it immediately.

There you stood, with tousled hair from the wind, in your long red pea coat and black heels. Your cheeks lightly tinted, no doubt because of the unruly weather outside. Somehow you still looked absolutely perfect in Minato’s eyes as he traced your form, unable to initiate the conversation.

You, on the other hand, had halted completely when the door opened revealing a ripped Minato, his muscles bulging underneath his black shirt while grey sweatpants hung loosely on his hips. His biceps were so thick, you wondered how he managed to exercise on top of all the responsibilities he had.

You handed it over to Minato whose eyes widened at the piece of paper and stood there awkwardly, processing what to say.

Somehow stopping yourself from all the gawking, you cleared your throat as you dug in your black purse and took out Naruto’s best friend and his masterpiece.

“Guess he left this as well.” He gave a forced laugh, trying to make things less uncomfortable after he stood silent for two minutes.

You chuckled lightly in agreement when suddenly thunder boomed behind you, causing you to shriek and slip, only to be caught by Minato, his hands holding you around your middle tightly in a protective manner. You coughed as you stepped back again and he cleared his throat this time when suddenly it started pouring like hell’s rage on Earth.

“You should stay for a while, at least until the rain lightens.”

You were going to decline, but when you saw how bad it was raining, you knew you would have to accept. “Looks, like I’ll have to. Sorry to impose.”

“It’s no imposition at all. I’m inviting you, don’t fret.”

You stepped inside, shrugging your pea-coat off, revealing your black dress underneath. Minato reddened visibly, taking your pea-coat from you and hanging it. He cursed himself as he thought of conversation starters, wanting to say something, anything to not stand like a fool.

“Would you like wine? I have this blush flavoured bottle reading to drink.”

“I would love that, Thank you. What are you celebrating though, if I may ask?” You agreed, maybe the alcohol would calm your buzzing nerves. Besides you were a sucker for wine.

“Nothing much, a simple personal achievement of sorts.” He said with a grin as he led you inside, hopeful of where the night might lead. Maybe the liquid courage would help him finally ask you out.

Behind the wall, Naruto grinned with a pacifier in his mouth. Mission successful.

So that was that. Until next time, cookies.

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thehungryplaice · 3 years ago

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Go Back To The 80s With The Hungry Plaice....

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The 80s....What a Decade! I don't mind admitting we are big 80s lovers at The Hungry Plaice, it was the decade of our childhood filled with cheese and the start of the video game revolution and if we could go back in time that's where you would find us, I would love to go back to experience the feelings of being back there but with alot more appreciation for what we had as we didn't have a clue back then how fab that time was. There are loads of 80s revivals around, 80s pop stars relaunching their careers and touring again and TV shows picking up on the 80s themes. We love our 80s vans so much that we currently have two these are our Vintage Fish and Chip Vans Betty and Beryl, we try not to look around and see if there are any more for sale as we would be quite happy to fill up our driveway with more of these beauties!

The 80s was filled with fun, fun and loads more fun from the Neon leggings we all wore to the Arcades full of cool games that we used to play, things back then just seemed so much easier and we were still in the days when it was safe for us kids to be playing out all day without our parents knowing where we were rather than being stuck in your bedroom glued to a game, we enjoyed fresh air and freedom and as long as we were back for tea our parents didn't worry about us. We didn't have rules like we do nowadays, Health and Safety was in it's infancy and as kids we could do pretty much what we wanted, we had metal bars we would swing on in the playground at school with huge concrete stepping stones you'd jump across, I got a scar from banging my nose on one of those in my Primary School and I still think it was character building. At home we had a metal framed bunk bed I'm sure was from MFI, there was a metal netted bottom that the mattress sat on top of, I always used to get my hair tangled up in that and I'm sure I've probably got bald patches from where I had to be cut out to be freed. We had a pampas greenish coloured bathroom set in my childhood home which would be considered Vintage today and lots of brown 80s things around the house like pull down coiled lights in the ceilings. My parents were delighted when they had the chance to put an eye level oven in the kitchen and ditch the freestanding gas oven where you had the grill at the top and try to burn your hands when you were cooking your fish fingers, we did have a microwave at some point and that lead to a rebellion on proper cooking! I remember using libraries alot when I was younger, it was a treat going and picking out books you could take away home, there was a limit to the number that you could have and you had to be careful not to get a fine for taking it back late. Information had to be researched and you couldn't do that from the comfort of home, for school I had to go there to find books on certain subjects and I remember being fascinated when having to use those terminals to look at old newspapers. The music was so much better back then, there was a happiness to songs that just made you want to dance not full of rude words and sexual references like today, we had an array of one hit wonders and big massive stars like Madonna and Kylie, Duran Duran and Wham! The songs still get played today but they sound more superior as we no longer listen to them on cassette tapes.

Cassette Tapes.....they were the days, I forgot how you had to rewind them to the beginning to get to the start and you could use a pencil if the tape pulled out and how there are pauses between songs and of course whilst you can try to to rewind and forward wind you'll never find the start of a song, we are spoilt now that we can do that just by pressing a button. The most embarrassing bit was when I asked my husband if something was wrong with the tape as the pause was going on just a bit too long....he gently reminded me that it was the end of the tape and it needed to be turned over haha!! Of course we all had those high tech Pre MP3/IPod/CD Players to play our music with a set of headphones with the fuzzy ears, my brother had one of the early Sony Walkmans and never let me even see it, I bet that's worth something these days I bought a cheap one off Ebay recently I couldn't help myself! Toys were actual toys there were a few electronic ones around such as Speak & Spell or a talking doll where you had a pull a bit of string and it only said about three words, we really actually played with physical things I had Sindy and some Barbie Dolls in fact I had so much of it I'd carry it all in one of those old large blue plastic shopping bags funny there were sold by Tesco to put into your trolley when they introduced self scanning it seems the technology died a death all those years ago but it now all the range. My brothers had Action Men and loads of model cars, we had a huge floor mat that had map on it with roads and a town that you would drive your model cars around all day on. There were Garbage Pail Kids, Care Bears, Rubix Cubes Train Sets and Scaletrix and as we were a bit more money savvy in those days you'd only get something for your birthday and Christmas not just because your parents wanted you to be quiet!

TV Back in the 80s

When we wanted to watch something on TV we only had a few channels I remember the time before Channel 5 and we had one huge Brown TV in the Lounge where you had to press the buttons on the front to change the channel, I reckon you would have needed a forklift to move the damn thing it was so huge and took up half the room. Days were filled with whatever my parents wanted to watch, there was Rainbow and Playschool when I was little, I remember watching the very first episode of Eastenders (a bad TV habit I dropped a few years ago), programmes were quite limited back then but it wasn't a huge deal because we entertained ourselves as kids, sometimes watching a Film would be a big treat and made special times like Christmas were more exciting sitting down together as a family and watching a film just released on TV that we had never seen before. We didn't mind adverts if we were watching ITV or Channel4 they didn't drag on like you get these days.

I don't remember exactly when Video Recorders came on the market but I know there were Betamax and VHS, we had VHS machine, you could record programmes off the TV and playback at your leisure and you always knew someone who was copying VHS to VHS that would sell you some films. I still used VHS tapes when my daughter was little so they were around all the time I was growing up. Buying a VHS tape was a real treat, you might have been lucky enough to have seen a film in the cinema but there was always a really big delay until they were released on Video or so it seemed. Of course for a really special treat you would go Blockbusters to rent a video but they were quite strict if you forgot your video card I guess computer systems weren't able to let you confirm any of your account details you had!

80s Fashion

Then there was the fashion in the 80s.....wow it was great and brilliant all neon neon neon and bright colours, I had one of those multi coloured white and purple shellsuits and Hi-Tec Trainers. There were punk hairstyles and coloured dyed hair and clothes that didn't match, famous stars created looks from throwing clothes together like Madonna and Boy George. Colours like pink, yellow and blue where everywhere, we had shoulder pads and polka dots, tracksuits and fitness gear, an explosion of trainers and dungarees. There are brands that have come back into fashion nowadays like Kappa and Champion, I wish to god I had kept them all to have them now! We would shop in the local high street and independent fashion shops, I lived in London and would go markets at the weekend, Wembley market was a huge favourite. We had BHS and C&A and a shop called Madhouse in the High Street at the top of the road, I don't really remember when the supermarkets starting selling clothes and the rise of the bigger fashion names back then we were quite limited to only a few shops. I have to mention Woolworths of course, we had one in our high street and I would enjoy just walking around looking at the everything they had including the glorious pick and mix!

Rumbelows.... I remember when you wanted something electrical you could shop at Currys and Comet and even Rumbelows, you always had to go out to buy something and bigger electrical items were never in stock and always had to be ordered and delivered weeks later, we really don't know how lucky we are to have the internet and the ability to order online it saves so much time and give us the freedom of choice to buy from so many different places. Of course the reason we couldn't buy online was because we didn't have the internet in our homes, no mobile phones, I got my first when I was 18 and had to ask permission to call anyone from the house phone, if you wanted to meet your friends you had to arrange it all before you went out and you couldn't check if they were on their way to see you unless you have 10p and phone box nearby. You were lucky if you had a Games Console let alone a Computer....

Gaming in the 80s, well what can I say it put gaming on the map and if it wasn't for those early days I doubt the gaming industry would be what it is today. We had a Spectrum Sinclair 48k first, I'm not even sure what a 48k would be today in terms of processing or storage even a single Word document can be bigger than that. It was bought as a shared present in the family one Christmas and I rarely got to play on it. All I remember is that we had a small black and white TV that we would connect to the computer and you'd have a cassette player connected to, for the Sinclair 128k we had later on I know there was a cassette player connected to the right hand side of the keyboard. Anyway you'd press play and then hear this whizzing buzzing noise whilst the game was loading and the TV would go all fuzzy, sometimes it would take ages and if you had a copy your mate recorded it might not load properly, talk about building your anticipation and then letting you down! The games we had included Daley Thompson, Hungry Horace and Jet Set Willy, I've seen the Spectrum emulator and its a great reminder of the games we had in the days gone by, they now download in seconds....just think what we could have done with all that time we sat staring at a screeching cassette tape player waiting for games to load. We would use the keyboard to play or a joystick if that sort of thing was sold with the Computer you had and your parents could afford one, it was quite easy....left, right, up, down and fire. Us kids would normally have one type of computer, ours was the Spectrum and I know someone on our road had the Commodore and I think there was a Binatone in someone's house, you were royalty if you were lucky enough to have more than one Computer. Handhelds were around then like the Game and Watch ones I don't remember all the different ones they made there were so many sold, we had an early Donkey Kong split screen it was orange on the casing of course I hardly got to play that either, the newer generation of Gaming Consoles like the Sega Megadrive was a big surprise to us kids that you could just put your game in and not long after be playing your game how did that happen! We also had the launch of the Nintendo Gameboy at the end of the decade which changed our gaming lives forever! Another side of gaming that you don't really see today was the Arcades, they were places you hung out with your mates for hours and hours playing Street Fighter and Pac Man, we had a shop on the high street which only had one or two I think it might have been a cafe, when you scored a high score you'd put your three initials in, arcades are mostly for the seaside holidays today full of the boring 2p push machines and fruities, as we know the game industry moved from those high street arcades to bedrooms.... So next time you complain about having to wait whilst you're downloading that highly sophisticated game with the controller I would need a degree to understand how to use think about us kids and our gaming....!

The 80s....wow what a decade

what a time, full of colour, lights and fun, I do wish I could get in a time machine and go back there and have some fun but I know we will never go back to those easy days we will keep moving forwards so instead I'll enjoy our road trips in the vans with the crackling radios....

https://www.the-hungryplaice.uk/go-back-to-the-80s-at-your-event

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antiquecompass · 5 years ago

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Untamed Spring Fest Day 10: Rainbow

Wherein there are puddles and surprises:

With the birth of the twins, Jiang Cheng had found himself babysitting Jin Ling more and more often. He wanted to give the new parents a break, or at least a chance to sleep while the twins were sleeping, and he wanted to make sure Jin Ling still felt loved, cared for, acknowledged, and the sole center of attention for at least one adult in his life--even if it was only for a few hours. He never knew what it was like to go from being an only child to an older sibling, but he definitely knew what it was like to crave the attention of a parent.

There were some things he never, ever, wanted his nephew to experience. And while he knew he couldn’t prevent all the bad, that some bad and pain were needed in each life, that his sister and brother-in-law were loving parents, to each other and to their children, two newborn babies still won out over a four-year-old when it came to time and attention.

So Jiang Industries was just going to have to wait for him this morning. He had a little nephew to walk to the Public Garden, to see the Ducklings statue, to splash about in puddles and try to ‘catch’ a rainbow because after seeing one in real life just last week, Jin Ling had become obsessed with seeing another one.

The kid was going to turn into as much of a magpie as Wei Ying if they weren’t careful.

Though it was nice to know he could easily distract him, still, with shiny gifts.

It’s not like Jiang Cheng didn’t know enough artists through Xichen to get his hands on all different sorts of crystals and prisms.

It was still early enough when they entered the Public Garden that it almost felt like they had it all to themselves. The smell of fresh, wet earth surrounded them as they walked past the old trees, skirting the pond and the swan boats.

Jin Ling, dressed up almost like a little duckling himself in his yellow raincoat and boots, headed straight for the bronze statue of Mrs. Mallard and her eight ducklings. He patted each of them on the head and greeted them properly, before running back to Jiang Cheng and hugging his legs.

“Puddles?” Jiang Cheng asked.

Jin Ling nodded.

Puddles were a forbidden thing that Jin Ling only got to splash about it when his uncles were around. Jin Zixuan had probably never splashed in a puddle in his life and while Yanli most definitely had, she knew her husband was a fastidious peacock who didn’t like a mess unless it could be maintained in their own backyard.

Jiang Cheng would have to take Jin Ling back to the apartment for a wash and a change of clothes before bringing him back to his parents, but that was for later.

Right now was for puddles, and the joy of them, and trying to catch a rainbow.

*********

His condo smelled like breakfast when they returned. Jin Ling made a happy little sound as he spotted Pepper and ran towards her, only stopping to kick off his boots as he chased after the cat. Jiang Cheng laughed as he held Jin Ling's rain coat, only a little surprised when Xichen appeared.

“I thought you weren’t coming until this evening,” Jiang Cheng said as he hung up their coats.

Lan Academy’s Spring Break technically didn’t start until this afternoon when classes let out. Xichen's original plan was to arrive after the school officially closed.

“Uncle locked me out of my own office,” Xichen explained.

“That last cold did knock you out,” Jiang Cheng said. “He probably just wanted you to get more rest.”

“I was perfectly fine to return to work,” Xichen said. He tilted his head down and greeted Jiang Cheng with a kiss. “Good morning, my love.”

“Hi,” Jiang Cheng replied. “You brought breakfast?”

Xichen shrugged. “I knew you had Jin Ling this morning and figured with the rain last night it would be a puddle day.” He glanced down, eyes lingering on the wet hems of Jiang Cheng’s jeans. “Clearly he wasn’t the only one jumping through puddles.”

“We were chasing after a rainbow,” Jiang Cheng explained.

“Of course,” Xichen said with an indulgent nod. “And speaking of the eldest peachicks latest obsession.”

Jiang Cheng shouldn’t have been surprised that Xichen bought Jin Ling a rainbow prism. It was a simple toy, hardly an extravagant gift at all, and he knew Xichen was a thoughtful, caring man, and still it made his heart skip a beat. Xichen didn’t have to treat Jin Ling like family, and yet he always did.

Jiang Cheng tugged him down into a harder, deeper kiss. The kind that left them both gasping in the end.

"Later," Jiang Cheng promised.

Xichen nodded, taking a deep breath to compose himself again.

“Oh, Qingyang’s also called you out of work today,” Xichen said.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes even as he wrapped his arms around Xichen and pulled him closer, not able to resist the temptation of having him here.

“Why do I feel like this was all planned?”

“You’re paranoid,” Xichen said.

Jin Ling reappeared with Pepper in his arms, the Maine Coon almost half the size of him.

“We were gentle?” Jiang Cheng asked.

Jin Ling nodded and then carefully set Pepper down. Pepper immediately ran for high ground. In her case, Xichen’s shoulders.

“Well, that’s painful,” Xichen grimaced. “You two get cleaned up. Then it’s time for breakfast.”

“We’ve already had breakfast,” Jin Ling said.

“Then it’s time for second breakfast,” Xichen said.

“What’s second breakfast?” Jin Ling asked.

“Something you’ll know of when you follow in the natural nerd footsteps of your entire family,” Jiang Cheng said as he picked his nephew up and carted him towards the bathroom.

“What does that mean?” Jin Ling asked.

“Just that we’re very lucky your Uncle Wuxian didn’t re-name your cousin Frodo.”

#verse: lahl #fandom: the untamed #untamed spring fest #fic: hold me like you want me #my ridic writing

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ginnyweatherby · 5 years ago

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A World That Once Had Color

I don’t know where the theme for this story came from, I just sat down to write some Dan and Diana fluff and the rest followed. It’s kind of long (about 3500 words), but if anyone is looking for a collection of little scenes between these two, I hope this is satisfactory. If I had to put a summary on this fic it would probably be “Those weeks full of joy, then a moment of dread”. Make of that what you will.

General angst warnings including the death of a child because well, it is Next to Normal, after all. Tagging @panicatyourfandoms because they seemed interested.

Pink

Diana cursed under her breath, clutching the thin white stick tightly in her hand. Pink. It was pink, with two distinct lines taunting her through the tiny window.

Oh, she was going to kill Dan… scratch that, her parents would kill him first.

How could she let this happen? How did this happen? They were safe and protected, just as they always were. They may have been young, drunk, and stupid, but they weren’t that stupid.

A knock on the door shook the fantasies of murdering her boyfriend in cold blood from her mind’s eye. It was probably just her roommate forgetting her key again.

Diana tucked the stick in her pocket as she opened the door. Dan. Of course. She’d forgotten they had plans tonight.

“Hey, sweetie,” He leaned down and kissed her cheek, frowning when she didn’t greet him back. “Di? Everything okay?”

Diana froze. She didn’t know what to say. Everything was certainly not okay, but how was she supposed to tell him she was technically carrying his - their - child inside of her uterus?

Dan took her hands and led her over to her bed, sitting down beside her. “Di, talk to me. Something’s wrong, I can tell.”

Of course he could tell. He could always tell. She thought about lying, but he would be able to tell that too - not to mention, he would have to find out eventually.

“I’m pregnant,” Diana said softly. So softly she wasn’t sure she’d spoken at all.

But she must have, for Dan pulled his hands away as if he’d been burned.

This was it. He was going to leave her. He was going to yell at her, and call her names. He was going to make her raise this baby all on her own, blame her for ruining his life. She was going to end up a poor, homeless, single mother, begging for food on the streets while he -

“Diana!”

She blinked. Dan was staring at her again, but he didn’t look angry. In fact, there was a soft kindness to his eyes that she hadn’t been expecting.

“Diana, I asked if you felt alright,” He said, pulling her hands back into his lap.

“Oh, fine,” Diana said. “A little nauseous, but I don’t know if that’s the baby or the chicken salad I had for lunch.”

“Baby,” Dan muttered, shaking his head a little. “A baby. We’re having a baby!”

“We?” Diana looked up at him, surprised. He wasn’t leaving?

“Of course ‘we,” Dan said, the corners of his mouth turning up into that crooked smile of his that she loved so much. “You didn’t think I would make you do this alone did you?”

“Well, actually…”

“Diana, I love you,” Dan said, firmly. “Maybe this baby… No, I know this baby is some sort of a sign that we’re meant to be together. This is a good thing!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I think we should get married,” Dan said, falling to kneel in front of her. “I might not have a ring - or the means to afford one - but I love you, Diana. Marry me?”

Diana wasn’t sure what made her do it, but she heard herself say yes.

Blush

Ever since she was a young girl, Diana imagined what her wedding day would be like, but what girl didn’t?

She was going to be a beautiful bride, in a long white dress with lace sleeves, and a veil that reached her lower back. She would have baby’s breath in her hair and shoes so tall she could barely walk.

She never anticipated she would be standing in the bathroom of a seedy Portland chapel, donning a blush colored dress she’d bought on a clearance rack that barely reached her knees, and was obviously tight around her swollen abdomen.

“Di, honey?” Dan cracked open the door, peeking in. It was the ladies’ room, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t as if anyone else was in there anyway. “Are you nearly ready?”

“I’ll be right there,” She brushed off the front of her dress and took one final look at herself. Not bad. She straightened the small white flower in her hair and forced a smile onto her face. She was going to be happy today. She was getting married.

She walked out of the bathroom and Dan grinned at her.

“You look beautiful,” He said, taking her hand in his own.

“Not so bad yourself,” She wasn’t lying, for someone with hardly a penny to his name, he cleaned up quite nicely in a gray suit and a tie that matched her dress.

“Shall we?” He offered her an elbow and she took it. It was now or never.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying the most beautiful girl in the world,” Dan said, and there was a definite pep to his step.

Diana didn’t respond, but she was almost certain she was blushing.

Red

“Keep them closed.”

“Dan, this is ridiculous!”

“Just a little further…” Dan steadied her shoulders as Diana hobbled along, blindfolded. He was insisting whatever surprise he had in store was worth the stubbed toe she’d received from the stray stone he didn’t warn her about.

“Okay… nearly there aaand…” Dan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. “Open!”

Diana pulled the blindfold from her eyes and blinked in the sunlight. “Where are we, Dan?”

“Welcome home, love,” He kissed her cheek before waving a set of keys in front of her nose.

She looked up to see a small house, with crumbling cream colored siding and a roof that was missing a few shingles. The driveway had a pothole that looked as though it could pop a tire, and the grass had more brown patches in it than green.

It was horrible, but Dan’s smile was so wide, she didn’t dare tell him so.

“It’s not much, I know,” Dan said, taking her hand and leading her up the front stoop. “But I figure we can fix it up a little and it’ll be a nice home for Baby.” He reached down and patted her ever growing middle.

Speaking of Baby, her feet were aching so badly she would kill to sit down. She hoped her darling husband had thought ahead far enough to buy some sort of furniture.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Dan offered her the key, and she clasped in her palm. This was her home now. She supposed she would learn to like it. What other choice did she have?

She took another good look and realized it wasn’t so bad. Once she got ahold of a bucket of paint and some decent curtains, it would make a fine home, both for the baby and for themselves.

And if nothing else, she really loved that red door.

Blue

“You did it, Di,” Dan’s voice was soft and hushed, as if he were afraid to speak any louder. “You did it.”

Diana blinked up at him, her eyes wet and weary. “I did it.”

“You did,” A nurse said, placing a delicate bundle into her arms. “Like a pro, at that. Congratulations.”

Diana could barely believe her eyes. In her arms laid the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. More beautiful than the sun in the sky, than the rainbows after a good storm, than the sunflowers in the vase to her right.

Her son.

“Hello, love,” She whispered, and she suddenly realized why Dan’s voice was so quiet. She felt as though her normal volume would break this precious being in her arms.

“He’s perfect,” She murmured, as Dan scooted beside her on the bed, kissing her temple and softly touching the baby’s gauzy striped hat.

“Takes after you, then,” Dan said, and Diana could hear the proud smile in his voice.

Just then, the baby let out a little yawn, his face scrunching up into the cutest contortions.

“Someone has had a big day,” Dan chuckled.

“Yeah, Mommy,” Diana teased, fatigue settling in. The word “mommy” felt so foreign, yet nice against her lips. That was her! She was Mommy!

The baby blew a little bubble of spit as his response, his eyelids slowly opening to reveal eyes of the most beautiful shade of blue. Somewhere between the ocean and the night sky.

“Rest now, love,” Dan carefully lifted the baby into his arms, holding him against his shoulder with natural-born expertise. “I’ve got him for now.”

Yellow

Squeak, squeak!

The sound of the yellow rubber duck was disturbingly high-pitched, obnoxious, and made Diana’s skin crawl.

Squeak, squeak!

“I really hate that thing,” Dan commented as he walked into the room, placing a towel on the counter-top.

Diana laughed. It was as if he read her thoughts. Ever since the baby came they seemed closer than ever. It was as if their lives had finally fallen perfectly into place and she’d never felt happier.

Squeak, squeak!

“I see what you mean,” Diana said, squeezing the toy again, much to the delight of the tiny boy who was bathing in the kitchen sink. Too big for the baby bath but still too small for the bathtub, Dan’s mother had made the suggestion to use the sink. Diana was appalled at first, but after a good, thorough scrubbing, she finally felt it was a safe place for her child’s soft skin and delicate behind.

Gabriel reached out to grab the duck himself, immediately stuffing it into his mouth. He’s teething, Diana thought. Getting so big, already.

Squeak, squeak!

“You, my friend, need to pick a less annoying toy,” Dan scooped the baby from the sink, kissing his damp cheek, wrapping his small body in the towel.

Squeak, squeak!

“That’s what he thinks of that,” Diana snorted, pulling the plug from the sink, watching as the water swirled down the drain.

“I guess that means it’s bedtime for our little man, hmm?” Dan said, gently removing the duck from Gabriel’s hands, much to the boy’s chagrin. “Come on, you don’t need to sleep with that old thing.”

Gabriel continued to fuss until Diana handed him the toy, his face instantly breaking out into a gummy grin.

Squeak, squeak!

“You, my love, are a complete and utter pushover,” Dan said, shaking his head, while Diana just smiled, kissing the baby’s wet hair.

Raspberry

Diana leaned against the doorframe as she stepped into the living room, staying silent as she watched the sweet scene in front of her.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!” Dan boomed, bouncing Gabriel on his knee, holding a picture book open with his opposite hand. “Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!” He added, throwing his voice into a higher pitch.

Gabriel chewed on his hands, gurgling.

“Then I’ll huff… and I’ll puff… and I’ll blooow this house down!” Dan said, blowing in the baby’s face, causing a round of giggles that brought an instant smile to Diana’s face.

“Daddy makes a good wolf doesn’t he?” She said, sliding fully into the room, sitting on the floor beside Dan’s knee, ticking Gabriel’s belly.

Gabriel made a face as if he was blowing, and his parents grinned.

“Smart boy!” Diana cheered, blowing on Gabriel’s hair, causing it to stand on end. “Blooow this house down!”

Gabriel giggled, as Dan lifted him up and blew a raspberry into his belly.

“We’ve got one cute kid, you know that?” Dan commented, before blowing another.

“I have to agree,” Diana said, tickling Gabriel’s toes. “I think we really lucked out with this one.”

Gabriel responded by blowing a raspberry of his own, causing not only himself to giggle, but both of his parents as well.

Green

“Honey, you need to sleep too,” Dan gently pried the fussing baby from Diana’s grasp. “You’ve hardly slept in days.”

“I can’t sleep when he cries like that,” Diana said, picking up a little green teddy bear and dancing it in front of Gabriel’s reddened face.

“I know but -”

“Dan, something’s wrong, I can tell,” Diana said, and left no room for argument as she took the baby back into her arms, still attempting to distract him with the bear.

“You heard the doctor, Di,” Dan said, softly, as he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “It’s allergy season, he’s probably just uncomfortable. You know how bad mine get this time of year.”

Diana shrugged him off as she rocked the baby in her arms, his cries muffled by her nightgown. “I don’t believe them.”

“They’re the doctors, Di!”

“And I’m his mother!” Diana shouted, causing Gabriel to cry even louder. She took a deep breath and kissed the baby’s head. He felt warm, but only slightly. He was still teething, and her mother informed her that could spike a fever. She prayed that’s all it was. “This is more than just allergies, I know it is.”

Dan sighed, dragging his hand across his face. “Fine. We’ll take him in tomorrow. Maybe… maybe we could get a referral for some sort of specialist or something.”

“Thank you,” Diana said, quietly. “Now, go back to bed. I can handle it from here.”

Dan didn’t reply. He simply leaned over and kissed her forehead so lightly she barely felt it, and headed back to their bedroom.

Black

Something wasn’t right. She could tell. Call it mother’s intuition, or luck, or sheer coincidence, but she knew.

She bolted out of bed so fast she nearly tripped, and ran straight for Gabriel’s nursery. He was crying, which was nothing new… but this was a different cry. This was a pained cry. This was the sound of her baby begging for help.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” Diana cooed, as she lifted Gabriel into her arms, holding him tightly against her shoulder. “Mommy’s here now.” She kissed his head, and was horrified to notice his fever had spiked even higher than before.

She wandered in circles over the shag carpet on the floor calling out to Dan for assistance.

“Shh, honey, it’s alright,” Diana could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. She didn’t know what to do. She felt lost, trapped, confused. This wasn’t the cry he used when he was hungry - in fact, he refused when she tried to bring him close to her chest to feed - , and he wasn’t wet.

“Dan!” She called again. She was certain that man could sleep through a car crashing through their bedroom window.

Gabriel let out a funny grunting noise, and she held him closer still as Dan drowsily entered the room. “Di?”

“Something’s wrong,” Diana said, unable to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. “Very wrong.”

Dan rubbed his eyes, obviously not fully awake. But he needed to be awake, damn it! Their baby was sick!

“Dan!” Diana practically yelled, her voice sounding more desperate as time went on.

Gabriel’s cries echoed against the walls, causing an ear-splitting sound until -

“Gabe?” Diana’s voice was soft and hoarse.

“What happened?” Dan’s eyes were wide and alert now. “Why’d he stop?”

“We have to go,” Diana said, urgently.

Dan nodded, and they ran to the car, only stopping briefly for Diana to throw her black coat over her nightgown.

Tangerine

Dan crawled into bed beside Diana, but didn’t touch her as she nuzzled Gabriel’s baby blanket close to her face.

She didn’t blame him. She knew she looked a right mess, she’d hardly left bed in over a week (she’d lost track of the days), only daring to leave to use the toilet. Her hair was unwashed and unbrushed, she was certain her teeth had grown a new type of bacteria scientists could study, and she was so dehydrated from crying that her lips were cracked and red.

“Di, sweetie, I brought you some tea,” Dan said, softly, gesturing toward her nightstand, where there were already two cups of abandoned tea, and three stale coffees. “And a tangerine. You need to eat something.”

“I hate tangerines… and I don’t want any damn tea,” Diana said, startled by how raspy her voice sounded from disuse. “I want my baby.”

Dan sighed. “Diana… I know, believe me I do, but…”

“But what, Dan?” Diana spat. She was angry. Not at her husband really, but he was the only one there to listen. She was angry at herself, at the world, at whatever deity had caused this heartbreak in her life. Heartbreak so painful and strong that it knocked the wind from her lungs and never fully returned.

“There’s nothing we can do about that now,” Dan said, attempting to sound gentle, but to Diana’s ears sounded patronizing. “Nothing we can do for him now.”

“I’m a terrible mother,” Diana muttered, her anger fading away as fast as it appeared. It seemed to come in waves, emotions did. It was as if she had no control over herself anymore. One moment she was sobbing bucketfuls into her pillow, the next she was throwing picture frames against the wall just to watch them shatter.

“No, you’re not,” Dan said, but she didn’t believe him. He would say whatever he thought she wanted to hear. But he couldn’t tell her what she truly wanted to hear. It would be a lie, and Dan was a terrible liar.

It’s not like she would believe him anyway.

All she wanted to hear was that it was all a big mistake. A cruel practical joke. That her baby was actually alive and well, and she could hold him again.

What she wouldn’t give to hold him again, even for a minute.

Diana buried her nose further into the blanket, staring at Dan’s precious cup of tea until the steam stopped rising and it grew just as cold as the rest.

Rainbow

Dan wasn’t happy with her.

It wasn’t the first time, of course. She had done plenty of things to cause havoc in his life, but she had never seen him so upset before.

“She’s our daughter, Diana, you’re going to have to hold her eventually!” His voice was tense, as if it took everything in him to keep his emotions under control. The bags under his eyes seemed darker as his face reddened, and he was pacing grooves into the tile flooring.

“I…” Diana didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to hold her new baby, because she did! She wanted nothing more than to take that beautiful baby girl into her arms and hold her as tightly as she could, and kiss her cheeks while singing half forgotten lullabies… but something was holding her back. It was as if she had an invisible vice holding her arms in place, keeping her from holding her newborn daughter.

“Come on, it’s time to go,” Dan muttered, as a nurse walked into the room, a wheelchair in her hands.

“I’m sure you’re excited to get that baby home, hmm?” The nurse either hadn’t heard the couple’s argument, or chose to ignore it. Diana supposed she’d heard plenty of things in her time in the maternity ward.

“I know I can’t,” Dan said, pointedly. Diana looked down at her hands.

“Alright, Mom, I know it feels silly being wheeled out of here, but it’s hospital policy,” The nurse helped Diana into the chair, before picking the baby up from the bassinet.

“Oh, I can take -” Dan began, but before he could finish, the nurse plopped the pink bundle into Diana’s arms.

Diana froze. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breathe. The vice was back, and stronger than ever.

“Mrs. Goodman, are you ready to go now?”

Diana didn’t - couldn’t - reply.

Dan’s eyes softened, and he knelt down in front of Diana’s chair. “Sweetheart, you can do this.”

Diana shook her head, the most movement she felt she could handle at the moment.

Dan rubbed up and down her arms, and it seemed to alleviate some of the tingling numbness coursing through them. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Diana finally took a good look at the baby in her arms. She’d hardly allowed herself to even look at her daughter since they first plopped her onto her chest immediately after birth. “She is.”

And she was. She had dark curls covering the top of her head, deep brown eyes, and chubby cheeks the color of roses. She looked a lot like Dan, but something about her nose was similar to Diana’s.

“It’s okay,” Dan murmured, stroking the baby’s hair while Diana slowly adjusted her into a more comfortable position. “You’ve got her.”

The baby let out a little fussy noise, and Diana stiffened. This isn’t the same, she told herself. This isn’t like before.

“That’s right, Natalie,” Dan cooed, touching the baby’s tiny fingers. “Mommy’s got you… you love Mommy, don’t you?”

Diana didn’t see how, as her mommy had hardly anything to do with her in her few days of life.

But Natalie seemed to agree with her father, for she let out a soft sigh, and snuggled deeper into Diana’s embrace.

“Let’s go home,” Dan patted Diana’s knee before standing to his full height, taking the handles of her wheelchair and steering them toward the door.

Diana could hardly take her eyes off of Natalie the entire ride home.

#i hope the 'rainbow' title makes sense ... like rainbow baby?#again idk where the color theme came from but i liked it so stuck with it #next to normal #diana goodman #dan goodman #gabe goodman #natalie goodman #n2n fan fiction #weatherby writes #ginny watches musicals #random ramblings

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Lovely {ACOTAR, CH3}

written alongside the lovely and talented @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty . Look for chapter 4 coming soon. :) for previous chapters, click the link: Lovely

Azriel had changed his shirt three times. They were all in black, but different styles. He settled for a long sleeved Henley, the sleeves rolled up his forearms. When he looked at himself once more in the mirror, he took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. His hair was still sticking up in countless directions. With a curse, he raked a hand through the dark, messy mop on the top of his head and began searching for his keys.

He debated on throwing a beanie on to cover his wavy hair, but didn’t want to look like a bum. Not on a date with a goddess.

He still hadn’t planned what he was going to do, where they were going to go. He was too nervous to think about it. He’d toyed with the idea of getting her flowers, but would a florist really want flowers?

He groaned, looking down at his black jeans and black shoes. She was beautiful and bright. How was he ever going to live up to her?

He was done overthinking. He grabbed his keys off the top of the microwave and his phone from the counter before scurrying out the door.

He’d washed his car earlier that morning. He figured she wouldn’t want to ride in the truck again. He checked her texts one more time to verify her address, typed it into his gps and was on his way.

His phone began to ring and he answered it before looking at the caller ID.

“This is Az.”

“Hey, I need you to come get Asher tonight instead of tomorrow.”

Her voice set him on edge and he began to grind his teeth.

He debated on telling her no. That he had plans.

But he didn’t want to give up a chance to see Asher.

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said, and hung up the phone without another word.

He found Elain’s number and pressed it, hesitantly.

“Hi,” she answered, and she sounded a bit breathless. “Are you here? I wasn’t expecting you for another 20 minutes.”

“No, no, not yet,” he replied. “You’ve still got time, don’t worry, but uhm…” He trailed off. “There’s been a slight change of plans.” He waited, wanting to see if she’d say anything. She didn’t. “My ex-.” She wasn’t his ex, just a one night stand that ended in the most unexpected surprise of his life. “Asher’s mom just called. She needs me to take him tonight.”

“Oh,” Elain said, voice a bit deflated. “That’s fine I understand, we can go out another night-.”

“No, I wanted to know if you minded if I brought him.” He quickly added, “If that’s okay, I mean.”

She immediately perked up. “No, that’s completely fine. I love babies. It doesn’t mess up your plans for us, does it?”

He tried not to think about the fact that he didn’t have a plan yet, but she didn’t need to know that. “No, not at all. I have to pick him up from her, but then I’ll come to get you. I’ll probably be there about 7:30?”

“Sounds good,” she said, and he could tell she was genuine. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay,” he breathed, not realizing he’d been so nervous. “Bye.”

“Bye, Az.”

The line went dead and he slipped his phone back onto his dash as he pulled into the upper class neighborhood.

She still lived with her parents, and he knew that they were really the ones supporting his son when he wasn’t around. He parked the car and dashed up the driveway, glad that he hadn’t thought to take Asher’s carseat out of the backseat. Knocking on the door, he leaned back on his heels waiting for someone to answer.

Her father opened the door and sneered at him.

“Can I help you, Azriel?”

He watched as his eyes roved over him, at his all black attire, at the tattoos visible on his arms and chest, at the piercing in his nose.

Azriel gazed at the man with the same amount of disdain in his hazel eyes. “I’m here to pick up my son.”

“It’s not your night to have him.”

The sound of clicking heels came down the curved staircase behind them. She appeared before them, wearing a skirt so short, even Azriel felt the need to avert his eyes. Asher was in one arm, her phone dangling from her hand, his diaper bag in the other.

Her father asked, “Ianthe, what’s going on?”

“I’m going out,” she said. “Azriel is keeping Asher overnight.”

“He is?” Her father snapped, the same time Azriel asked, “I am?”

Overnight.

He’d never kept him overnight.

“Yeah,” she said, meeting them at the door. “You’ve got a crib, right?”

He did. He had an entire nursery in his home for his son, one that he’d never slept in. He nodded.

“Great, he’ll want a bottle at some point, but don’t worry, he’ll let you know when he’s hungry.” She leaned toward him, letting him take Asher from her arms. “I packed his formula in the bag, and it’s got the instructions, so I’m sure even you can handle it.”

Azriel was seething, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just nodded.

Ianthe’s father had walked away, when she’d come downstairs, no doubt heading to find out if his wife knew of this.

After she handed him the diaper bag, she stepped back and looked at him, just like her father had done moments before. “Do you have plans tonight?”

“That’s none of your concern because clearly, your plans are more important than mine,” he said, adjusting his hold on Asher. The baby was babbling as he patted Azriel’s face.

Her teal eyes were lit up. “Oh, do you have a date, Azriel?” Her voice came out in a purr. Her fingers lightly brushed his abdomen through his shirt.

Azriel kissed Asher’s cheek as he said, “Goodnight, Ianthe. Try not to do anything too stupid.”

He took a step back, retreating to the driveway while Asher clung to the collar of Azriel’s shirt.

“Bye, Ashy!” Ianthe called. “Mommy loves you.”

Even the word mommy on her mouth made Azriel nauseous.

After buckling him in, chuckling as he noticed the tiny pair of black shoes were identical to the ones on his own feet, he backed out of the driveway and headed for Elain’s house.

He parked in the driveway, turned back to look at Asher in the mirror above his car seat, and watched as his son giggled as he reached for the toys hanging in front of him. “Be good tonight, yeah? Daddy really likes this girl.”

Asher spit up, completely soaking his bib.

Sighing, Azriel hurried around to the backseat, changed Asher’s bib, and brought him up to the front door. He knocked, trying to control his nerves.

“Coming!” He heard from the other side of the door, just before the door swung open and she graced him with her presence.

She smiled. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Azriel said, bouncing Asher. “Sorry about the change of plans.”

Her smile was kind when she said, “Don’t apologize. Really. It’s okay.” She was wearing a dusty pink dress, which showed off her long, tanned legs.

“You look… Wow.” He really was speechless.

She blushed and looked down. “Thank you.”

He continued to stare, loving the way the blush looked against her skin. Then he realized how creepy he was being, cleared his throat and asked, “Are you ready? Or do you need a minute? I’m sorry we were so late.”

She grabbed her purse off the hook by the front door and smiled, “I’m ready when you two are.”

He stepped back and watched her lock her front door before following them to his car. He opened the passenger door.

“Thank you,” she smiled, slipping into the front seat.

Azriel rebuckled Asher into his car seat before getting into his own seat, starting the car, and backing out of her driveway.

“So,” he said, clearing his throat. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat. Have anything in mind?” She asked.

He had earlier in the evening. The new Italian place that opened in the Artist Quarter, but it was far too nice to bring a 6-month-old baby who was most likely going to start screaming halfway through the meal. An idea struck him. “Have you ever been to Rita’s?”

Though it was a bar he and his friends frequented, they also had an adjoining restaurant that was much more family friendly. The atmosphere is why people went to Rita’s, the food is why they stayed.

Her brows lifted. “No, but I hear it’s great.”

Azriel smiled. “Perfect.”

It was a nice night. The sun had yet to sink behind the Sidra, but it had cooled down as the day went on.

Azriel was having a hard time starting a conversation. Small talk had never been his strong suit.

He parked the car and unbuckled Asher’s car seat, noticing he had dozed off and not wanting to wake him. He adjusted it so he could carry it by the handles and they started for the restaurant. He heard Elain gasp as they rounded the front of the building.

The restaurant sat on the edge of the Sidra and the sky was every shade of the rainbow. Pinks and yellows and blues and oranges. It was beautiful over the water, the bridge silhouetted by the sun.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she breathed.

The sunlight glinted off her hair and her eyes sparkled as she looked into the sun. The blush was still high on her cheeks. The smile on her face was dazzling. He couldn’t tear her eyes from her as he said, “Yes, it is.”

The stain on her cheeks deepened as she bowed her head and walked into Rita’s.

Azriel hadn’t been out on a date in a long time. Even with Ianthe, it hadn’t been a date, just a big, long nightmare.

He glanced down at the car seat. Asher was sound asleep.

“How many?” The hostess asked.

“Two and a baby,” Elain smiled.

They followed the hostess through the restaurant until they were out on the balcony, sitting at a table in the corner. She brought them a stand for the car seat and set down their menus. After telling them their server would be right with them she left.

The view of the Sidra was even more beautiful than before, and Elain couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. If for the only reason than it kept her from having to stare at the handsome man in front of her.

His hair was messy and though she’d always dated sharp, clean cut men, she had to admit that the way his waves fell where they wanted was attractive to her. The way his tattoos were peeking out from the top of his shirt was mesmerizing. He wasn’t her usual type at all and Elain was excited by that.

Their server came over and took their drink order and asked if they wanted an appetizer, and after they declined, she looked over at Asher, still soundly asleep. She looked at Elain and asked, “How old is he? He’s absolutely precious.”

Elain hesitated. “Oh, I, um-“

“Six months,” Azriel smiled, looking at Elain as he spoke. “Almost seven.”

“He’s adorable,” the server smiled, not even noticing Elain’s discomfort.

“Thank you,” Azriel said, inclining his head.

She left and Elain shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

Azriel blinked. “For what?”

“This must be awkward for you,” she said, “if people think I’m his mother.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, it’s fine. In case you haven’t noticed, his mother and I aren’t on the best terms.”

“Why?” Elain asked, then quickly added, “Don’t feel like you have to tell me, only if you want to.”

“No, it’s fine.” He looked at his son, sleeping in the seat next to him. “Asher wasn’t exactly planned. And I didn’t exactly know his mother.”

She asked, “You mean you hadn’t been together long?”

“No,” he said, cringing slightly. “I mean I didn’t exactly know her before the night Asher was conceived.”

Elain’s eyes opened in surprise and her cheeks were burning once again. A one-night stand. She breathed, “Oh.”

“That’s not like me,” he followed, quickly. “I mean, I’m not one to do those kind of things. That has been my only one night stand, a lot of alcohol was involved...it's not my proudest moment.” His eyes softened when he looked back down at Asher. “But I’d do it again. If it led me to him.”

Elain’s face had softened and she looked at Asher, too. She ran a careful finger over his cheek, his skin soft to the touch. “I can tell how much you love him.”

His eyes hadn’t left his son’s face. “He’s my whole world. Everything I do, I do for him.”

Their server brought their drinks and they ordered their food, falling into a comfortable silence. Elain couldn’t help but stare at Asher, marveling at him. “He looks so much like you.”

It was Azriel’s turn to blush. “Yeah, he does. He got his mom’s lips though.”

It was true. Elain noticed that his full lips did not match those on Azriel’s face. Azriel’s lips were a bit thinner than his son’s, no less kissable though-.

Elain coughed as she was taking a sip of water, stopping her thoughts in their tracks.

As she coughed, Asher woke up and began to cry.

“Shit, are you okay?” Azriel asked, eyes on Elain, even as he carefully lifted Asher out of the carrier. He soothed almost the second he was nestled in his father’s arms.

“Yeah,” she coughed out, eyes watering. “I just…wrong pipe.”

Azriel nodded, still watching her to be sure.

Elain took another drink, and when her voice was back to normal, she asked, “Does he stay with you often?”

Azriel shook his head. “No, it’s actually my first time having him overnight. His mother is...difficult. But, I’m excited.”

Elain smiled. “I love babies. I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Azriel raised a brow. “Yeah?”

Elain was pretty sure her face was eventually going to ignite into flames from all the blushing she was doing. “Yeah. I’ve always been close to my sisters. I think a big family would be nice. Someday. With someone.”

Azriel laughed softly, at her nervous chatter. “I agree. I never had any brothers or sisters. A few half brothers, but...well, they’re no good. My friends have always been like family to me, though, and I agree. That bond is important.”

She nodded and watched as Asher grabbed at the open collar of Azriel’s shirt. His phone went off and flipped it over on the table, allowing the screen to light up. He groaned. “That’s his mom, do you mind?”

Elain shook her head. “No, of course not. I’ll actually run to the restroom, I’ll be back.”

Azriel smiled and nodded gratefully as Elain picked up her purse and sipped inside the doors.

“Yes?” He answered, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Ooh, she’s pretty, Az.”

He immediately felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Did you follow me here?”

“It’s just a happy coincidence,” she purred. “It’s clear that I’m not welcome at The Sultry Bat anymore. I had to find a new place to hang out. Lucky for me, you’re here, too.”

“Leave me alone, Ianthe,” he snapped. “If you ruin this night for me, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” she crooned. “Everything you do determines how much time you spend with our son.”

Our. Azriel wanted to puke.

“What do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Can’t I just call and say hi to my baby daddy?”

“Are you drunk?” Azriel asked. “Shit, Ianthe, the sun hasn’t even set yet.”

She laughed. “Be careful with her tonight, Az. You’re awfully fertile.”

This.

This was the mother of his child.

He hung up as Elain was walking back out. “Is everything okay?”

He was tense, too tense. She would be able to tell something was wrong. Still, he lied and said, “Yeah, she was just calling to check on him.”

Elain smiled and said, “That was sweet of her. I’m sure it’s hard, but she only wants what’s best for him, right?”

Azriel only nodded, though it was a worse lie than the one he’d just told, and carefully laid Asher back into his carrier. He tried not to make it obvious as he looked around the restaurant, into the windows and through the door when it opened and their food was dropped off.

The conversation was easy between them. He asked more about her sisters and she told him about them. He decided before she’d finished telling a story he didn’t want to meet her hellcat of an older sister. She asked about his shop, when he’d opened it, how he got into tattooing. He’d asked if she had any tattoos and she immediately started shaking her head.

“Why not?” He asked, taking a bite of his burger.

“My mother would roll over in her grave, she never liked them. She’d be scandalized to know Nesta has one, though she only got it because our mother hated them.”

He laughed and said, “If you ever change your mind, I might know a guy who will give you your first one for free.” His hazel eyes were sparkling again, the frustration of whatever Asher’s mother had said leaving him.

Her eyes went wide. “Really? Are you serious?”

Her enthusiasm made his smile widen. “Yeah, of course. Whatever you want. I’ve done some nice flower pieces I could show you.”

Before Elain could open her mouth to reply, Asher began to cry. A much different cry from the one when Elain had woken him up.

“Shit, he’s hungry,” Azriel said, wiping his hands on his jeans, but Elain was already up, lifting him out of the carried. Azriel stopped and watched her.

“Does he have a bottle?” She asked, carefully patting his back as she bounced him.

Azriel checked in his diaper bag, reading the canister. There was a bottle prefilled and all he had to do was mix in the formula. He was shocked by Ianthe’s care in doing that for him. After adding the powder and shaking it up he reached for Asher.

“No, you eat, I can feed him.” She was smiling and the tone in her voice was so genuine that he didn’t fight her and handed her the bottle. She sat back in her chair and cradled Asher in her arms.

She was so natural with him. It wasn’t a shock that she wanted a large family. She would be the best mother.

Azriel didn’t eat another bite. Instead, he watched her. Asher liked her, too. His eyes fluttered shut as he ate, his little fingers grasping her dress.

Azriel could get used to this.

____

Feyre loved the farmers market right when it opened in the morning.

There was something about the fresh air, the risen sun that wasn’t too hot yet, and the people just coming in to see what they could find.

Tamlin knew that she had been trying to sell her art at the market lately. Hopefully he wouldn’t try and come.

She hadn’t talked to him since his betrayal, since she’d told him that they were finished. She was sick of him, sick of how he treated her.

She deserved better than that.

A few people stopped by to look at her pieces, and a couple talked about commissioning to do a specific piece, but by lunch she hadn’t made a single sale. She let her head fall into her hands as she sat at the table behind her art and sighed.

“Feyre?”

Her head shot up. Rhys was standing there.

“Rhysand. Hey. Hi.” She stood. “What are you doing here?”

He held up a brown sack. “Lunch. Can’t say no to the food truck options so close to the bar.”

Her stomach decided to let her know that it knew it was lunch time, too. It had been a long few hours since she’d had her bagel and black coffee.

Rhys laughed. “If you can close up shop, have lunch with me. My treat.”

She knew she could, she’d gotten to know the neighboring stalls and knew they would keep a diligent eye on her art. But she wondered if she should. Even though Rhys wasn’t asking her on a date, it had still only been a few weeks since they’d broken up. She hesitated.

He raised a brow, sensing that hesitation. “I promise not to come on to you. Innocent lunch. I promise.”

Feyre let loose a slow, shaky laugh. “Alright. If you’re buying, I can’t say no.”

He grinned and Feyre couldn’t deny his beauty.

She told her friend in the stall next to her that she’d be gone for a half hour. It was an elderly man selling hand-woven tapestries. His name was Van, and Feyre had grown fond of him in recent weeks.

“Your work is amazing,” Rhys said as they began their walk to a row of food trucks. “How long have you been painting?”

“As long as I can remember,” she admitted, a small smile on her lips. “I’ve always loved it.”

“I’ll have to buy one that way I can say that I’ve got a ‘Feyre Archeron original’ from before you get famous.’

Feyre blushed. “Yeah, sure. Like that would happen.”

Rhys stopped walking as they reached the trucks. He noticed the look on her face, saw that she really believed the amazing artwork that he’d seen in her stall wasn’t remarkable. But he didn’t push her, because he knew he wouldn’t have wanted anyone pushing him.

“Pick your poison,” he said, gesturing to the options.

Feyre didn’t hesitate as she headed for the taco truck at the end.

She ordered three chicken tacos and a side of rice before joining him on a bench next to a fountain in the middle of the square.

“How long is your lunch?” she asked.

He shrugged. “As long as I want. The bar isn’t very busy at noon. So, what else do you do? Or, do you paint for a living?”

Feyre snorted. “I wish. I was going to school, but I stopped after this past semester. Decided it wasn’t for me. So, now I’m painting while living off my savings until I find a job.”

Rhys raised a brow. “The bar is hiring. You should come by.”

Feyre took a big bite of her taco before saying, “Oh, I’ve never served.”

“Well, if you can carry a tray full of food without dropping it, you’ve pretty much got all the credentials you need,” he said, laughing softly.

“I can’t make drinks,” she said matter of factly.

He smirked, “Oh, I’m a very good teacher, Feyre darling.”

Feyre only shook her head and continued to eat.

“Think about it,” he smiled. “You don’t have to, but if you need some spare cash, I could always use an extra set of hands.”

Feyre pursed her lips, taking a sip of her lemonade through her straw. “I’ll think about it.”

“Fair enough,” he said, and dove back into his sandwich.

They finished their food and made their way back to Feyre’s stall. She leaned on her table and gestured around. “Pick one. It’s the least I can do. You bought me lunch and you listened to me bitch that night. I appreciate it. It’s...been a long time since I’ve been able to talk to someone like that.”

“Any one I want?” He asked, taking a close look at each one.

Her eyes narrowed, watching the little grin he kept on his lips. “Yes.”

He stopped at a painting of the night sky above the Sidra and tilted his head. “I’d like this one. To hang in the bar.”

Her cheeks heated but she nodded. “It’s yours.”

He picked it up, carefully. “I don’t have any cash, but I’m paying for this.”

“I told you that it’s a gift.”

He met her eyes, his smile softening. “You’re good, Feyre. I was going to buy one, anyway. All of them, if I could.”

She looked at her hands, believing every word he was saying. “You’ve been too kind to me.”

“You deserve all the kindness, Feyre.”

When she looked back up, he was closer. Close enough that all it took was him simply reaching his arm out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

A feeling of electricity shot through her as his fingertips skimmed her cheek.

“Let me wrap that for you,” she said breathlessly. She walked behind her table and pulled out a roll of brown packing paper. He handed her the painting and she carefully wrapped it, ensuring it would be protected in case of unexpected weather.

“I’ll see you later?” He asked, as she handed it back to him. She nodded. “Why don’t you come by the bar later? Pretty sure I can put in a good word with the owner for you.” He winked and damn her, she was blushing.

She watched him walked away, wrapped painting in his hands as he became lost in the sea of people.

“He likes you,” Van sang from behind his table of tapestries.

Feyre snapped out of her daze as she glanced at the elderly man. And she couldn’t stop her smile as she said, “Shut up, old man.”

______

Nesta walked down the hall of the music wing. Her heeled boots were clicking against the marble flooring as she walked, and she hoped the music was enough to drown out her approach.

As she got closer she realized how low the sound of the instruments was.

“Come on, guys,” she heard him say. “If you don’t play loud enough for me to hear, I don’t know if it’s being played right. Remember, if you’re gonna crash and burn, crash hard!”

She leaned on his door frame and cleared her throat. “Mr. Nazari?”

He glanced up and she watched the gleam enter his eye as he looked at her. She was wearing tight jeans, but a modest shirt. It didn’t stop his eyes from exploring and it didn’t stop her from feeling hot all over.

“Ms. Archeron,” he grinned. “Always a pleasure. How can I help you? My sixth grade percussion group was getting started on a new piece for the Autumn Concert.”

“They sound great,” Nesta said, smiling uncomfortably as the classroom glanced in their direction.

“Come to ask me to lunch?” he asked, sitting up on his desk with a head tilt.

Nesta’s cheeks burned. “No.” She heard a few of the students whispering and even a few giggles. “I need to ask you a favor. You have a free period after this?”

One of his eyebrows had raised and he nodded.

“Great. Come to my studio, please. I’ll see you then.”

He smirked and said, “It’s a date.”

Nesta scoffed and headed back towards the dance wing. She heard the music begin again as she was leaving the hall, much louder than before.

He had a lot of nerve.

Flirting with her like that was annoying in itself, but in front of a classroom full of students? So unprofessional.

The hour was almost up as Nesta fell back into her studio.

“Sorry about that,” Nesta said, watching her dancers go through the beginning of their practice routine once more. “Class is almost up. I’ll see you all again tomorrow and we’ll start on our recital piece, so review what we’ve been working on the last few days.” The bell rang and her students began gathering their belongings as she said, “Have a great day!”

She sat down at her desk and was looking at her planner for the upcoming weeks when he heard a light knock on the door. She looked up and found Cassian grinning at her as he leaned against the open door.

“So what exactly could you need me for, that requires me to come see you during our free period?” He winked. “Should I lock the door?”

She groaned and stood, snapping her planner shut. Not only were her classroom assignments in there, but so were her personal plans. He didn’t need to see those.

She leaned on one of the storage tables by the door. “Are any of your kids participating in the Autumn showcase? Your juniors?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not that I’m aware of. Most of mine hold out for the senior showcase in Spring.”

She nodded. She knew this from her own showcases in high school. The music kids had never participated in the autumn. “I need musicians. A few of my girls are dancing in the showcase and don’t want a track. I was wondering if you had any juniors or seniors who’d be willing to help for extra credit.”

Cassian began nibbling on his bottom lip, considering. “I have a few that I think might be interested.”

“Great,” Nesta said, “just have them come by-.”

“If you come with me to dinner on Friday night.”

Nesta blinked. “Sorry, What?”

“I’ll ask them if they’re interested if you come with me to dinner on Friday night.”

She wanted to slap that insufferable grin right off his face.

“You’re an ass,” she spat.

He just continued to grin at her.

She lifted her chin a little higher and said, “Fine.” The smug look of satisfaction faded when she said, “I’ll find my own musicians.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re serious?”

“Yes, Mr. Nazari, I am.” She turned to walk back to her desk, but suddenly his hand was gripping her wrist. His fingers were overlapped, and she still had room to wiggle free if she wanted, but she was struck by the size of his hand compared to her own.

His voice was near her ear as he said, “First of all, I’ve told you to call me Cassian. Preferably Cass. Secondly,” he took a step closer and she could feel the heat of his body. “It’s that bad? You really don’t want to go out with me that badly?”

She found herself reacting to his closeness and she was frozen in place. His hand on her wrist was warm. It was calloused from his years of playing so many instruments, but it was comforting on her own skin.

“I don’t need to give you the satisfaction of my presence in exchange for finding me musicians when I am perfectly capable of finding them myself,” she said, with a little less bite, her voice becoming quieter.

His fingers stayed around her wrist. He looked to his fingers, then back to her eyes. “Fair enough. I’ll ask some of my kids in my next period to come by after school. Then I’ll just take myself out Friday night.”

It was meant to be a joke, but his voice had lost its usual tone. It was far more...rough.

She swallowed. “Thank you.”

He nodded, finally letting her wrist go.

She walked back to her desk. She could feel his eyes on her every step of the way.

“If you change your mind,” he said, “I take lunch from 1:00 to 2:00.”

They had the same lunch period. She never ate anywhere but her studio, so she’d never known

“Thank you, Cassian,” she said, not turning around, laying her palms flat on the surface.

She heard his footsteps as he walked away.

Sighing, she dropped into her desk and heard her phone chirp from inside her desk. She opened the drawer she kept her purse in and fished it out. A text from Feyre lit up the screen.

What are you doing tonight?

She typed back a quick reply.

Nothing planned. I figured I’d work on the quizzes I’m giving next week on theory. Why?

The dots instantly appeared, letting her know her youngest sister was waiting for her reply.

You’re coming out with me and Elain. I have a new place for us to try, you’ll like it, I promise. It’s pretty low key.

Nesta rolled her eyes. Her sisters knew she didn’t go out on weeknights.

Can’t.

She knew Feyre wouldn’t take that for an answer, though. You’re coming. Me and Elain will pick you up at eight.

And that was that. She tossed her phone back into her desk.

At exactly 7:59, Nesta heard a knocking on her door. Before she could even leave her kitchen, the door opened and Elain and Feyre were coming in.

“Are you ready?” Elain called, rounding the corner. Her eyes widened as she saw the half empty wine glass already in Nesta’s hand. “Or you got started without us.”

She shrugged as she took a sip. “Just in case I don’t like the wine choices. Where are we going again?”

She was asking Elain, but she was engrossed in a text that had just come through on her phone and was completely ignoring Nesta.

Feyre rolled her eyes. “She met someone, in case you couldn’t tell. And it’s called the Sultry Bat. I met the owner a few weeks ago. He’s nice. I promised him I’d come in tonight, so I’m dragging you two with me.”

Nesta heard the rest of it, but was hung up on the first part. “Wait, you met someone? How? Where? When?”

Feyre raised a brow. “You have to come with us to find out the details.”

Nesta sighed, grabbing her clutch off the counter. “Fine. Let’s get this over with, then.”

The bar was close enough to Nesta’s place that they walked. Elain and Feyre talked the entire way, babbling on about Elain’s date a few nights before.

“He’s got a kid?” Nesta asked, as they came up on the Sultry Bat. “Hmmm.”

“Yeah, but he’s only a baby, and he’s so sweet. His name is Asher. The sweetest thing.” Elain sighed. “We’ve been talking pretty much all the time since then. Our schedules aren’t really matching up to go out again, but I think I may invite him over for dinner Friday night.”

“At your house?” Nesta asked.

Elain nodded. “Where else would I cook him dinner?”

Nesta shook her head. “You’ve only seen this guy a few times. You barely know him, except that he’s got a cute kid, at 25. Very responsible. He could be a serial killer for all you know, and you want to invite him to your house? I don’t think so.”

They had reached the bar and Feyre opened the door.

Elain just glared at her sister. “You don’t know him like I do, because Azriel is a- Azriel?”

She’s cut herself off mid-sentence and was staring at the bar.

He set the bottle he was drinking down and smiled. “Elain. Hey.”

Nesta’s eyes had zeroed in on the form sitting next to him though.

“Seriously? What the hell are you doing here?”

Feyre and Elain both raised their brows at their sister as Cassian grinned. “Ah, Ms. Archeron. A pleasant surprise.”

She blinked. “Yeah, I’m leaving, have fun-“

“No, you’re having a drink with your sisters,” Elain corrected, grabbing Nesta’s arm and pulling her toward the bar.

Elain sat down next to Azriel, who was next to Cassian. Nesta sat next to Elain, and Feyre next to her. Rhys stood behind the bar and looked at the three sisters and his brothers.

“Sooo…” he began. “How do we all know each other?”

No one answered, so Feyre took the lead. “These are my sisters, Nesta and Elain,” she said, motioning to the two women. “And I don’t know them,” she inclined her head down the bar. “But I’m sure you do.”

Elain jumped in. “This is Azriel,” she said to her sisters. “He’s the guy I went out with the other night.”

Feyre asked, “With the cute kid?”

Azriel immediately blushed.

Rhys asked, “And you two?” He motioned to Cassian and Nesta. Cassian was grinning.

“I am lucky enough to work in the wing next door to her Majesty. She teaches dance at the Academy,” he said, winking at Nesta. “We’ve become fast friends. I think she may be in love with me.”

Nesta scoffed. “He’s an ass who is obsessed with flirting with me, actually.”

“You like it.”

“Keep convincing yourself of that,” Nesta muttered.

Although, he’d done as he said. Nesta had an entire group of kids come into her studio after school, interested in playing for her dancers.

She’d given each of them the name of the dancer they’d be working with, and even had to turn a few away, but she promised them they’d get some sort of extra credit for volunteering.

Nesta looked at Rhys and said, “I’ll have the house red and a shot of vodka.”

Five pairs of eyebrows raised.

“You realize it’s a Tuesday, right?” Feyre asked.

Cassian added, “And a school night.”

The glare she sent his way could have leveled a building.

Cassian cleared his throat. “Just saying.”

Rhys did as he was asked, though. He also was migrating too close to Feyre for Nesta’s liking.

“Wait, are you all related?” Elain asked.

They all lightly chuckled. “No,” Az answered her. “We’re definitely family, but we’re not related. We’ve known each other our entire lives.”

“Cassian and I have known each other since we were kids. Az moved here in middle school,” Rhys said, setting a Jack and Coke for Feyre and leaning on the bar in front of her. Nesta tracked the motion like a hawk.

“Let me guess,” Cassian said, taking a drink of his whiskey. “Nesta is the oldest.”

She turned to face him. “And why exactly do you say that?”

His laugh was quick. “I don’t think you want me to answer that, sweetheart.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Another shot of vodka.”

Rhys obliged.

She took it, slamming the shot glass on the bar top.

Rhys said, “I think Feyre darling is the youngest.”

“Feyre darling?” Nesta asked.

“Nes,” Feyre murmured, a warning in her tone. She may have been her older sister, but she wasn’t her mother.

“Is Asher with his mom tonight?” Elain said, resting a hand on his arm.

Azriel nodded, his gaze softening when he looked at her. “Yeah, she has him.”

“How’d the other night go?” She asked.

He longed to rest his free hand on her leg, but didn’t want to make such a forward move in front of her sisters and make her uncomfortable.

He smiled. “It went well. He only cried, like, 80% of the night and I’ll consider that a success.”

Elain giggled.

Rhys was getting Cass another drink and Feyre took advantage of the lapse in conversation to try and catch Nesta’s eye.

She wasn’t having it.

Nesta stared at her wine glass.

“Wanna dance, Ms. A?”

Nesta’s eyes shot to Cassian before a slightly terrifying grin contorted her lips. “As long as you pay for my drinks tonight.”

Feyre mumbled a string of curses beneath her breath.

“Rhys, another shot for Ms. Archeron,” Cassian ordered, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

Rhys shook his head as he did what he was asked.

Azriel called as they walked away, “Remember, you only have a teacher’s salary!”

“So, how old is your son?” Feyre asked, taking a sip of her drink. She nodded to Rhys in appreciation.

Azriel’s smile softened as he talked about his son. “He’ll be seven months next Wednesday.”

“Oh, he’s so young, he’s still, like, a baby baby.” Azriel and Rhys laughed. “Do you and his mom share custody or what?”

The quiet laughter stopped. Azriel cleared his throat. “No, she has full custody. I just her visitation rights.” He paused and took a drink of his beer. “We’re actually in the middle of a pretty nasty custody battle right now.”

Feyre’s smile faltered. “Sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged, his smile returning when he looked to Elain. “It’s alright. It’s all going to work out, I believe that.”

“Do you want to take a walk with me?” Elain asked, quietly.

Azriel nodded and followed her lead out of the bar.

Feyre turned to Rhys. “I guess it’s just you and me, bartender.”

He winked. “Wanna learn how to make a drink?”

——

Nesta knew how she’d ended up in Cassian’s arms, but what she didn’t understand is how she’d ended up with her back pressed against the wall in the back hall, her legs around his waist and his lips on hers.

It had only taken a few minutes of dancing before she felt his lips against her ear, then her neck.

He tasted like whiskey and bad decisions, his hands warm and rough against her smooth skin.

Nesta’s head was spinning.

He felt good. So, so good.

Her fingers became tangled in his hair, his teeth pulling on her bottom lip.

“I want you,” he whispered. “I want you.”

She couldn’t ignore the pounding between her thighs, the utter need she had for him.

“I live like 5 minutes from here,” she breathed, her head thrown back as he kissed up her neck.

“I can’t drive,” he said.

“No, we can walk,” she said, pushing on his shoulders to put her down. She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to the back exit. “We can walk, it’s not far.”

His eyes were glazed but Nesta had a feeling he would follow her to the end of the world if she asked him to.

The night air was cool as Nesta stopped outside of the back exit to collect herself. She looked left, then looked right, then decided on left.

Her house was left.

She held his hand as she led him home. They didn’t speak, the air between them electric, and as she saw her front porch, she picked up the pace.

“You weren’t kidding about being close,” he said, as she fumbled to get her key in the lock. The second the door was open, he was lifting her up and her back was once again pressed against the wall. He kicked the door shut behind them and breathed, “Where were we?”

“You were telling me how badly you wanted me,” Nesta said, tightening her legs around his waist.

“Very, very badly,” he growled, his fingers lifting her tank top over her head.

He admired her breasts, tracing his fingertips along the outline of her bra.

“Then take me.”

Cassian didn’t need any further permission. His mouth crashed against hers and he tore the lace bra from her body. One of his hands palmed her breast, rolling a nipple between his calloused fingers.

Nesta didn’t remember too much after that. She only remembered his hands roaming her body, his whiskey coated tongue hungrily brushing along her own, and the fact that her back never left the wall as his impressive length pushed in and out of her.

She remembered the way her heart pounded in her chest, how she had felt completely alive while making love to him.

They’d laid down on the couch in the living room, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her. He drew small circles on her back, his finger following the path of her spine. The combination of his hands on her body, the haze of the alcohol and the post sex high pulled her into the most restful sleep she’d had in a long time.

When she woke up at 2:30 in the morning, Cassian was gone.

#shara writes #throne of ashes and beauty #throne of ashes and beauty x tacmc collab #shelby and tara writes #lovely #nessian #feysand #elriel #acotar #fanfiction #sjm

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I saw your prompts are open and I had to jump in! I love your writings for our boys, esp the fluff it makes me so soft when they’re soft💚 maybe something where they have kids and go SUPER HARD for Halloween and have really intricate family costumes that they work on, like all year and it’s just fluffy and everyone loves each other and is happy 🥺 you’re such a wonderful writer!! Thank you!!

Before we begin, I’d like to say a few things:

Firstly, thank you for requesting this. I had no idea how badly I needed to write this. It made my heart so happy to create this, and I sincerely hope it doesn’t disappoint. 🖤

Secondly, I know this one kind of goes off on some tangents, but I did my best to keep it on prompt as well as I could, but there was so much I needed to include, and so much I didn’t.

Third, let me know what we think of Riley? I kind of really loved writing her into a story with Billy and Steve, and am thinking of exploring her character more in the future. Feedback, please?

Fourth(isn’t this getting ridiculous?), I was chopping down a tree in my front yard when I got this, and literally s t o p p e d to start it. I did have to go back and finish the job, and it’s really okay, the tree was dead, but I’ve been working on this most of the night, and that’s how excited I was for this prompt.

Fifth(seriously, get on with it), I chose Hocus Pocus 150% for a real fucking reason. That movie is everything to me, and -fun fact- I’m actually named after a character in that movie! 😉 (No, my name is not Winifred)

Last(omg, rly?), if you would like a song rec for the story, I highly recommend Crystal by Stevie Nicks. It’s where I got the title, and honestly, it’s kind of the unofficial theme I’ve assigned to the Harringrove ship as a whole. If you’ve seen the movie Practical Magic, you’ll recognize it.

Now, shall we begin?

Like The Love That Had Finally Found Me

October 29, 1993 - Hawkins, IN

“Steve, you’re going to rip the fabric!” Nancy was nearly screaming at him from across the kitchen, coffee in one hand, spoon stirring in the other. “Do you want milk or half and half?” He was only somewhat listening to her by now, but he answered around the pins in his mouth, fingers working to sew the orange and yellow fringe onto the black velvet scarf.

“Uhm…” He finally tore his eyes away and looked up at the brunette girl standing in his kitchen. “Milk, please.” She nodded and poured the hot coffee into the rainbow mug that read ‘#1 Dad’. She wasn’t sure if Riley had picked it out for Steve or Billy, but either way, it made her smile to herself.

“You’re almost done. It’s going to look great,” she set the steaming cup down in front of him at the kitchen table. “unless you oversew and tear a hole in it.” Her hand came to gently rest on his. Her clear blue eyes shining up at him, he finally faltered, snipping the thread with his scissors and setting down the scarf.

He breathed a sigh that wore as tired as he felt. The last three and a half months had been absolute mayhem for him and Billy, causing the entire end of summer and beginning of fall to feel like a never ending shift. He regretted nothing.

Back in July, when Billy took their daughter to see Hocus Pocus for their regular Sunday Dad-Riley Movie Night, she came home starry eyed and as enthusiastic as a firework.

‘Daddy, that was the best movie ever! You have to come with Dad and I, to see it again next weekend! I want to be Dani Dennison for Halloween! And you can be Max, and Dad can be Billy the Zombie! That’s already his name. Did you know I’m the same age as Dani? She’s eight too! Can we get a black cat to be Binx? Please, Daddy, pleeeeease?!’

From that moment forward, Hocus Pocus had become Steve’s life. Billy was working full-time at the auto shop, so Steve had more free time to concentrate on the task at hand. And concentrate, oh he fucking did.

Steve Harrington’s life had become so much more than he had ever imagined. Eight years may be a long time to some, but for him, it was the fastest moving period of time he had ever lived for. One year after the Starcourt ‘burning’, Billy had officially recovered from his near-fatal injuries, and spontaneously confessed his feelings to Steve. It was an angry, awkward, embarrassing time for them, that led to almost a month of denial and avoidance from both Steve and Billy. In that three-week-five-day period, Billy had grown to understand that Steve needed time, and had not actually rejected him. It was a process, that Billy later decided was worth the wait.

The following six months led to the ultimate change, which was Billy finally leaving Neil Hargrove’s house and moving in with Chief Hopper as his ‘adopted’ son. Billy was almost nineteen, so they didn’t bother with the paperwork, but Hopper did bother to get to know Billy, work to understand him, and finally comfort him enough to make him feel at home.

Billy then found himself with two younger sisters, and when Hopper and Joyce married three months later, a younger brother, and a brother his own age. Steve was grateful he got to witness the change in Billy; the growth. He found himself falling for Billy harder every day, resistance dissolving a little each time he saw his toothy, devious grin.

Two years after the disaster, Steve confessed his feelings to Billy, all fast-talking and nerves frayed. Told him that he had never felt this way for anyone, let alone a boy. Told him he had been scared and weak and apologized about three hundred times for making him wait. Billy forgave him with a kiss, an embrace, and a promise that things would be different.

Billy kept his promise.

Six months later, Steve experienced tragedy in the form of his younger brother, Troy Harrington, and his wife, Angela, being fatally injured in a car accident. The loss was trying on Steve, Billy having to hold him too many nights while he sobbed and shook, asking him questions he just could answer like why? And how? And who the fuck let this happen? It took time, it took work, and it took strength to pull out of the dark place Steve had crawled into, but he managed.

Two months later, Steve was approached by Marlena Andowski, Social Services Case Worker handling case number 22496A, Riley Harrington. Riley was two years and seven months old when her parents passed, leaving her an orphan and sleeping at her Uncle’s Steve’s every night. Marlena had asked Steve if he would consider adopting Riley, and Steve said yes with no hesitation, signing paperwork, showing paystubs and rent receipts, taking drug tests, and toddler-proofing his small apartment for the long haul ahead.

It took about one day for Billy to fall head over heels in love with Riley, and only seven months for her to call him Daddy for the first time. Billy didn’t know how to feel at first, until her little hands tugged on his shirt and pointed to the pink stuffed frog at the grocery store, repeating herself, ‘Please, Daddy! Can I get the Frog?’ Steve knew when they walked in the door, stuffed toy clutched in tiny arms, glittery red nail polish on Billy’s fingers, that they were a family.

And then, almost five years later, Steve found himself sitting in the kitchen of the home Billy and him purchased, less than forty-eight hours before Halloween, sewing the last of his daughter’s costume together so that everything was just right.

Steve drank from his coffee mug hungrily, with still so much to do and a very long night ahead, when Riley came barreling into the living room, Nancy and Jonathan’s daughter Madison, in tow.

“Daddy?” Steve looked at her, eyes tired.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” Her smile was sweet, beaming bright as the sun.

“Can Maddie sleep over? We want to watch Jurassic Park, she hasn’t seen it yet.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Did Maddie ask her mother if that’s okay?” He eyed the small, light-brown haired girl standing behind Riley, who was turned toward Nancy.

“Mama, can I-“ Nancy put up a hand to stop her.

“Do you have homework this weekend?” Both girls shook their heads in unison. She smirked and looked to Steve. “It’s fine with me if it is with you.” He turned his gaze back to his own little girl, smiling now.

“Okay, Jurassic Park is in mine and your Dad’s room, be careful taking it out of the VCR.” The girls squealed and made a dash for the hallway when Steve called out. “Riles!” She turned her head to him, stopped in her tracks. “Lights out at eleven!” She grinned wide.

“Midnight?” He narrowed his stare and pursed his lips.

“Eleven-thirty, final offer.” She nodded her head and she was gone.

Billy opened the door with a loud thump. He really needed to fix the latch. Steve watched from the couch where he had The X-Files reruns playing, taking a break from his Halloween-related chores. Steve still had to finish cleaning the house, put up the decorations, and make the food for the party they were throwing in two days’ time, all while working mornings at Family Video; the back office work that came with owning a business. He did most of it from home, but he had to go in sometimes, if only to remind the teenagers he hired that they can’t make out in the workplace.

“Hey babe.” Billy’s voice was gruff, filled with exhaustion. Steve smiled at him, eyes watching Billy toe off his boots and pull his jacket off, hanging it on the rack near the door. “How’d the day go?” Keys and wallet dropped on the hall table, Billy made his way over to the kitchen.

“As to be expected.” Binx was purring softly in his lap, Steve’s hand idly stroking sleek, black fur. “Riley got her math test back, aced it, of course.” Billy snorted while he washed the grease from his hands.

“She better have. We studied for weeks for that damn test.” Steve turned the volume down on the television and picked up the cat laying in his lap, gently placing him aside on the cushions. He padded through the dining room and into the kitchen, moving for the fridge to grab a beer. He took a long pull and sighed on the exhale while setting another down on the counter next to Billy.

“We had spaghetti for dinner because it’s Friday.” Riley always wanted pasta on Fridays. Billy dried his hands on a dish towel before grabbing his beer. Steve noted his hair was pulled back in a ponytail. “And I got her costume finished.” The last words came out triumphantly.

Billy nodded his head. “Right on. I’m excited to see it.” His gray t-shirt was oil-stained and dirty. The rugged look made Steve want to bounce up and down a little. He took another drink from his bottle.

“Mm, and Maddie’s sleeping over.” Billy looked at Steve, a smirk on his face. His feet moved him toward Steve until his face was close enough to touch.

“Ah, I see.” He set his beer down on the island, hands coming to run up and down Steve’s arms. “So, we won’t be seeing much of her tonight, then?” His eyes were dark.

It had been weeks since they had enough time alone to get their hands on each other, and Steve was so hungry. The smallest things were turning him on about Billy, to a point where he couldn’t watch him lick an ice cream cone without excusing himself. It was complete mania, and the thought of having him alone made Steve’s breathing cut short.

“I guess so.” His voice was low, eyes glancing over to the clock on the stove. Nine-thirty. He had two and a half hours before the girls had to be asleep. If they quietly excused themselves, maybe, just maybe, they could…

“Dad!” Their bodies pulled apart instantly, Riley’s voice filling their heads and clearing the thoughts they were both falling into.

“Hey, baby!” Billy stepped around Steve, arms opening for Riley to plunge into. He wrapped them around her in a bear-hug, bending down to meet her small frame. “How’s my girl?”

“Good! I got an A on my test!” He beamed at her, all teeth and pride.

“I heard! Great job, man!” He high-fived her. The moment made Steve’s heart tear in just a few places. Billy’s eyes were fixed on their daughter, chocolate brown hair falling down her back, pale skin, enormous brown eyes that always seemed to sparkle, purple striped pajamas and pink slippers.

“Hi Uncle Billy!” Maddie stood next to Riley, arms opened for a hug.

“Hey, kid, how you doin’?” He wrapped her in a hug as well, although, not as tight and protective. Those hugs were only for Riley.

“Great! I lost my last baby tooth yesterday!” She smiled as big as she could, showing a gap on the bottom row of her teeth. Billy leaned back, his face feigning something like disbelief.

“Nice! Did you put it under your pillow?” Her jaw dropped, eyes going wide.

“I FORGOT!” Riley was appalled as well, grabbing Madison’s hand.

“C’mon, you can put it under mine! The tooth fairy comes to my house too. Let’s go!” And they were running toward her room, Riley turning back to them for only a second. “Goodnight Dad! Goodnight Daddy! Love you!” Billy smiled after her.

“Love you too!” He echoed. Steve walked toward the hallway.

“Remember, you have to be asleep for the tooth fairy to come!” Steve called toward her door. When he saw it shut, he shrugged. “Well, Nancy’s going to owe me five bucks tomorrow.”

Midnight finally came, and Steve untangled himself from where he laid next to Billy on the couch. Steve pressed a kiss to the back of his hand and looked up into his eyes.

“I’m going to go check on the girls.” He stood and watched as Billy stretched out, shirt coming up to expose his stomach, a thin trail of hair leading down to his waistband. Steve could feel his mouth water before he tore himself away, making for the white door with the big green R painted on it. He pushed into the room and chuckled silently to himself when he saw the girls, arms everywhere and hair splayed over the pillows, Binx snoozing softly next to Riley’s head. He reached under Madison’s pillow, slipping the tooth out and sliding a five-dollar bill in its place. He snuck out of the room, leaving the door cracked just enough to allow Binx out if needed, and headed to the kitchen to put the tooth in a plastic bag.

While he was sneaking the baggie into his backpack sitting on the dining room table, he felt arms wrap around his middle. Billy’s voice was air rushing past his ear, making goosebumps rise on the back of his neck and a fire light in his belly.

“The girls asleep?” Steve smirked and turned his body toward Billy, lips coming to rest against his jawline.

“Like the dead.” Billy hummed in appreciation of the soft kisses Steve was leaving near his windpipe, hands reaching down to grab his ass, lifting him up, onto the wooden table. His face bent down, mouth finding Steve’s, hot and desperate. Steve’s arms were reaching the blonde hair, now falling loose over his shoulders. Billy’s hands were making work at the hem of Steve’s shirt, lifting it up over his head.

A hand came down to Billy’s chest, firmly stopping him from pulling at the waistband of Steve’s sweats.

“Let’s not do this here.” Billy nodded, panting. His fingers trailed down Steve’s chest, nails dragging against hot, needy skin.

“I need a shower.” Steve’s eyes were falling closed, the feeling of Billy’s hands making him crumble slowly. “Want to wash my hair?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

October 30, 1993 - Hawkins, IN

“Daddy, do you know where my Pacers sweater is?” Steve was standing at the stove, eggs sizzling in the pan, coffee brewing in the pot next to him. He was still only kind of awake, but Riley was frantically digging through the laundry basket on the table, bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

“I’m not sure, Riles. Did you check your closet?” He said around a yawn.

“And my drawers. It’s not here!”

“Maybe you left it in your Dad’s car?” She snapped and pointed at Steve.

“I did!” And she was running for the door. Always on the go, that one.

Steve heard the heavy footfall in the hallway that signaled Billy was awake. He mixed the cup of coffee quickly and held it out to his side, not even glancing when Billy slipped it out of his hand.

“Morning, sunshine.” Billy grunted to Steve in response, drinking the coffee before it was cool enough, not caring all the same. “How many eggs you want?”

“Three.” Steve looked at him then, waking a little more, only to admire him. Billy had no shirt on, sweats hanging low around his waist. His curls were everywhere, eyes barely open.

Riley strode toward them then, navy blue hoodie in hand, reaching for Billy.

“Here’s your keys dad.” She dropped them in his hand. Billy raised an eyebrow at Steve, who shrugged in response. “I’ll see you guys later!” Billy put a hand out in front of her.

“Where’s the fire, girl?” She wore a frustrated grimace.

“Nancy is here to pick up me and Maddie, I got to go!” She stood on her tiptoes and Billy bent his head down for her to place a small kiss on his cheek, then jogging over to Steve to do the same. “Bye, Daddy.”

When the front door shut, Billy looked to Steve.

“Where is our daughter going at nine in the morning on a Saturday?” Steve chuckled, plating the eggs.

“They’re going to El and Mike’s to help set up for the shower.” Billy scoffed as he moved over to the table.

“Who has a baby shower the day before Halloween?” He began devouring his eggs once Steve placed them in front of him. Steve paced himself slower, savoring the hot coffee in his hands.

“If they wait any longer they may not be able to have one before she pops.” Billy rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his coffee.

“Are we expected to attend?” His voice sounded of disdain. As domesticated as Billy was, baby showers weren’t really his forte.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” The blonde leaned against the kitchen counter, eyebrows wiggling at Steve.

“I’ve got you alone all day?” Steve laughed, walking over to the coffee pot to get another mug full.

“Jesus, didn’t you get enough of me last night?” Billy pressed his bare chest to Steve’s back, moving hair from his face, startling him.

“Never enough of you, pretty boy.”

Steve was feeling groggy, his day finally over, legs heavy as lead when he walked through the front door. He dropped his keys next to Billy’s, eyes scanning the living room for anyone. All he found was Binx, sitting on the back of the couch, pink tongue licking his paw.

“Hey buddy.” Steve reached over and picked up the cat, looking down into his yellow eyes. “Where is everyone?”

The house was dark, still as stone. The Halloween decorations him and Billy set up earlier in the day loomed, giving it an eerie atmosphere. Steve brushed it off and headed for the hallway, Binx in his arms. As he approached his bedroom, he heard the faint sounds of the television playing.

When he walked in, he could have dropped to his knees, smile spreading across his face. Riley and Billy laid on the bed, curled up together, sleeping soundly with small snores escaping. Billy’s arms were locked firmly around the small girl who had her hands tangled in his shirt, gripping it tightly. The blankets were haphazardly thrown around them, making a warm nest of quilt and pillows. The end of The Addams Family was playing on the television, credits starting to roll.

Steve heard a small meow from his hands, and he deposited Binx on the foot of the bed. He curled up, kneading the sheet gently with his claws by Billy’s feet.

After a few minutes to change, brush his teeth, and rinse the very long day off of his face, Steve crawled into bed next to them. He threw an arm over Riley, eliciting a louder snore out of Billy, feeling his breath on his own face. He tucked his daughter’s head under his chin, and shut his eyes.

Finding sleep wasn’t always easy for Steve, so he spent a lot of nights laying in bed searching for it, tossing and turning in the process.

But not tonight. Tonight, Steve faded into his dreams quickly to the smell of bubblegum shampoo and cherry Coke.

October 31, 1993 - Hawkins, IN

The house was buzzing with excitement, kids running around, people mingling in various rooms. Steve was looking for the extra plastic cups he bought from Melvald’s yesterday and where the fuck did he put them? The irritation was swelling, the people around him making his anxiety kick up. He huffed out a breath.

“You okay?” He turned to see Robin, prom dress on, red paint covering most of her body. He nodded his head and went back to his task, opening cabinets and drawers.

“Yeah, I just,” He slammed another cupboard, scratching his head under his sunglasses in frustration. “I can’t find the goddamn cups!” Robin took a step toward him, hand falling on his shoulder.

“Hey, take a breath.” He obeyed, finally taking a moment to appreciate her costume. He raised a brow.

“Carrie?” She smiled, putting her arms out and spinning slowly for full-effect.

“You like?” He nodded his head, snorting a laugh. “And who are you?” He looked down at his costume, which was easy to put together, given he dressed nearly the same way in high school.

“Max Dennison from Hocus Pocus.” She nodded in realization.

“And Riley is Dani?” He pointed at her.

“Bingo. Made the costume myself”

“Don’t they sell that costume at the store?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but Riley said it was all wrong.”

She smiled and looked to the living room where Billy was standing, drink in hand while talking to Joyce, pieces of fake, rotting flesh on his gray painted face, dark, mussed up wig on his head. She raised an eyebrow.

“And Billy is…” She trailed off.

“Billy the Zombie.” Steve said matter-of-factly. She chuckled and looked back at him.

“Love it.” Her eyes glanced to Gina, her girlfriend of three years now, fondness in her eyes. “You know, we did pretty good, Harrington. After everything that happened at Starcourt, I really wasn’t sure, but,” She looked back at him. “I’m proud of us.” He beamed, reaching an arm around her shoulders.

“Me too, Robs.”

“Riley! Riley! Riley!” Everyone in the house was chanting, Nancy avidly staring at her wristwatch.

“Ten more seconds!”

“C’mon Riles! You got this!” Billy was cheering from the side of the bucket where Riley’s head was submerged, pulling apples out with her teeth and hoisting them into the bowl next to it. Steve counted eight so far, and for only having one minute, he was thoroughly impressed.

“Time!” Nancy called out and Riley’s head popped up, one last apple in her mouth, and the house roared in excitement. Steve grabbed her by the shoulders.

“You did it! You beat Hopper!” Jim was standing behind him, towel around his neck and fake disappointment on his face.

“She must have cheated.” Billy clapped him on the shoulder and laughed.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Dad. It’s not easy, beating an eight year old at bobbing for apples.”

Steve laughed and helped Riley dry her face. Her grin was 1000 watts of sugar, and her hair was dripping onto her dress.

“Daddy, did I do a good job?” He rubbed her hair between the soft towel.

“You were great, baby. I’m so proud!” She lunged at him, arms wrapping his neck in a grip that would strangle him if she wasn’t so small. Her voice was quiet in his ear.

“Thank you so much, Daddy. This is the best Halloween ever.” He squeezed her, shutting his eyes and feeling the lump forming in his throat. He pulled her back and looked at her, face bright and eyes lit with everything he never knew he needed in his life.

“Thank you, Riles. For everything.”

#harringrove #prompt #fic request #fic prompts #steveharrington #billyhargrove #the fluffiest of fluff #strangerthings

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skeletaldarling · 6 years ago

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Full of life and Full of Love 1

A lot of people seemed to like this post right here, I really do too so I'm gonna continue it. (Btw, the title is a lyric from Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men)

@sidespromptblog this hc is still genius, good job

@creativity-killed-thekitten, you liked it last time and I’m bored so I thought I’d continue it,,, I hope you like it

Let me know if you have tips or advice or anything! I want to improve!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Summary: Patton and Logan are finally going on their first official date tonight and smol Dee is an adorable Dee.

Ship: Logicality, platonic analogical, platonic loceit, mentioned remile

Word count: 1 718

Warnings: Sympathetic deceit, mentioned homophobia, idk, feel free to tell me if I missed something!

Logan quietly opened the door to Dee's room and padded over to the crib that sat against the wall. The yellow and black quilts were pushed to one side and the almost-one year old was lying with his favourite snake toy.

"Hello little one." Logan murmured as he reached into the bed to lift his son into his arms. "How was your nap?"

Dee yawned and blinked slowly. Logan kissed their head as he grabbed 'Mr Snek' and flipped the nightlight off.

Logan kept the toddler distracted for about an hour before he made dinner. Dee loved experimenting with his set of rainbow blocks, he stacked them in size order and admired his work with a series of proud babbling sounds before knocking them over and giggling. Logan laughed with him and scooped him into his lap to tickle his tummy until he was bright red.

Dee cooed as he was set in his highchair. “Dada! Mr Snek!” He called gleefully.

Logan chuckled and passed the plush snake to him. While the toddler played with Mr Snek, Logan started dinner. He had a date with Patton Hart at seven and wanted to feed Dee by then so he could go to sleep and Virgil wouldn’t have to do much when he babysat.

Logan checked the time and mapped out a rough plan in his head while he prepared canned spaghetti on toast, Dee did not appreciate fancy food, his taste was basic and he didn’t like to venture outside his comfort zone.

Logan turned back to the toddler as he babbled at the yellow snake. “Hey Dee-dee.”

Dee looked up and broke into a grin, his birth mark almost looked like a patch on a cat’s face. He reached up and Mr Snek fell from his weak grip, “Snek!” He yelped, he looked up at his Dad with fearful eyes, he sniffled and his bottom lip quivered.

“No no no!” Logan picked it up and handed it back to the upset toddler. “See? There we go baby, it’s okay.”

Dee hugged the plush and started chewing on it immediately.

“Come on little one, let’s have some food first.”

Dee sniffed and ate some food with a grouchy expression. Logan chuckled at his wrinkled nose and kissed his forehead. “Come on Dee, a little bit more, if I didn’t think pretending eating utensils were vehicles was pointless I might tell you that this fork was a airplane, but I’m not going to do that so will you please just take a bite?”

Dee scowled but took a small bite.

“Thank you honey-dee.” Logan smiled. “Dad’s gotta get ready now, can you sit quietly with Snek for a bit?”

Dee wrinkled his nose again and hissed slightly.

Logan snorted. “You’ve got quite the attitude for someone so little.”

He picked him up, ensuring that Dee still had a firm grip on Snek, and carried him to his bedroom.

Dee was sitting in the middle of his dad’s bed, slobbering all over Mr Snek while Dad changed into a blue shirt and a black skirt that reached past his knees. “What do you think Dee?”

“Dada!”

“Thanks baby, docs or flats?”

Dee poked his tongue out and blew a raspberry.

“You -” Logan booped his nose, “- are a fashion genius, thanks honey-dee.”

He tugged his boots on and ran a hand through his hair, which, thankfully, he had remembered to wash.

It was 6:48. “Okay Dee, Virgil’s supposed to get here soon, are you gonna be nice and not difficult?”

Dee giggled and Logan let out a sigh. “You, my little snake, are mischievous.”

Logan carried him out to the living room so he could set him down in the center of his toys. “Honey, play -”

He was cut off by the doorbell.

“Don’t move.” Logan teased.

Dee blew him a raspberry as he opened the door, Logan shot him a look over his shoulder and grinned.

“Hello Virgil.”

The seventeen year old gave him a lazy peace sign and stepped inside, he was wearing his usual hoodie and his violet hair was pulled back in a small ponytail. “Hi Lo.”

“Hmm, you didn’t have to be invited inside, and I was so sure you were a vampire.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Virgil said dryly.

Logan smirked. “Dee’s over there.”

Virgil headed over to the toddler and picked him up. “Hey bud. Whatcha doin’?”

Logan smiled at them. He taught English to highschoolers and Virgil was one of his students. He was the best writer Logan had ever taught and after the teacher had defended him from some homophobic punks, they formed a friendship. Virgil was his number one babysitter and adored Dee as if they were siblings. Virgil was almost a second child to Logan at this point, his own parents weren’t so great and Logan would happily have him over, even if it was just to do some homework and relax.

Virgil sat on the couch with the toddler in his lap. “So, you have a date?”

“Yes, and before you start asking questions, his name is Patton Hart, he works at Remy’s cafe, that’s where we met the other day.”

“Is he cute?”

“Virgil.”

“Well?”

Logan groaned. “I don’t have to answer, I’m your teacher.”

Virgil waved him off. “You love me.”

Logan rolled his eyes fondly and checked his eyeliner in the mirror. “How do I look? I asked Dee and he gave me some great advice.”

“Was it Dada or Snek?” Virgil asked. “But you look really good, I like the boots.”

“Of course you do.”

The doorbell rang and Virgil smirked. “Your date’s here.”

“Shut up.” Logan stroked Dee’s hair and walked over to open the door. “Hi Patton.”

“Hey Lo!” Patton greeted.

Logan stepped aside. “Come in for a moment, I’m just gonna grab my stuff. This is Virgil by the way, he’s watching Dee while we’re out.”

Virgil waved. “Hey.”

“Hello, hi Dee!” Patton came over to sit next to them.

“I like your dress.” Virgil said as he played with Dee’s hair.

“Oh thank you!” Patton was wearing a light blue dress, long sleeved with a thin gold belt and a sleeveless denim jacket that went with his white knee length cat socks.

Logan reappeared with a navy shoulder bag. He knelt in front of Virgil and stroked his son’s cheek. “I’ll be back after bedtime, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow morning, be nice to Virge for me. Love you honey-dee.” He kissed Dee’s forehead and squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Thanks Vee, we’ll be back by 10 but I’ll message you if our plans change, just put him to bed in twenty minutes. Keep in contact, you know the rules.”

“I know, have fun.”

“Bye, let’s go Patton.”

Patton stood and waved at Dee. “Bye guys.”

Logan led him out and waved to Virgil.

“You look adorable.” Logan admitted as they walked down the street.

Patton beamed. “Thanks! You look really nice too, I like the pins.”

Logan glanced down at his bag where the small collection of badges were. A rainbow, a brain, a moon and stars and a cloud that read I’m not sorry for your fragile masculinity.

Patton linked their hands, and a blush spread across Logan’s cheeks.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Patton asked.

“Not yet, we’re getting food to take to a surprise location.” Logan said as they turned a corner.

“And we’re walking?”

“It’s not far. I always liked this time of day, almost dark, everything seems calmer and more relaxed, I enjoy walking around here.”

Patton nodded. “That makes sense, it is pretty around here. I love the clouds, they’re beautiful.”

Logan looked up at the pink tinged sky, covered in smudges of orange and gold. “Yes, I suppose they are.”

Patton looked at him and smiled. God, his eyes were a fascinating blue, he was truly the cutest man Logan had ever seen. He smiled back and they kept walking, swinging their intertwined hands slightly.

“Here we are.” Logan announced. “They make the best burgers here.”

Patton looked down. “Um, I’m vegetarian.”

“That’s okay, I come here all the time with Remy and his boyfriend, Emile, he’s a vegetarian too and he absolutely loves their veggie burgers. They also have great fries.”

Patton’s bright smile returned. “Cool!”

They ordered their food to-go and walked out again.

“It’s not far, I promise.” Logan said as he guided Patton along the path.

They soon reached the place Logan was taking them, a park.

“It doesn’t seem like much but, this place is pretty and it’s fun and I really love bringing Dee here to lie on the grass and watch the sky.”

“Wow, Lo, this is actually really pretty.”

Logan led him over to a grassy spot by the playground and they sat. No one else was here, they had the place to themselves to eat and laugh and talk. Patton loved the burger, he loved the park, he loved the neighborhood, he was cheerful and bubbly and Logan found himself flustered and blushing every time Patton giggled or smiled. He was a waiter at Remy’s cafe, he loved working there, he really liked Remy and Emile and thought it was really cool that Remy and Logan were brothers.

Patton watched Logan talk about his job as a teacher, how talented Virgil was as a writer and how much he loved his son. He could talk about Dee for days and Patton could happily watch him.

“It’s almost 10.” Patton sighed, they were lying together on the grass watching the sky darken while holding hands. “Maybe we should go.”

“Probably, I really liked this though.” Logan said as he stood and stuffed their rubbish into his bag. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Absolutely! I love spending time with you.” Patton said, an adorable blush spreading under his freckles.

“I’m glad.” Logan murmured as they walked home again.

They reached Patton’s car and he stopped walking, he turned to Logan, his pale face glowing in the moonlight. “I should go, I really loved spending time with you Lo.”

“I feel the same way, Pat.”

They smiled and leaned forward to close the gap. When they pulled away, Logan was speechless.

Patton giggled softly. “Goodnight Logan Croft.”

“Goodnight Patton Hart.” Logan whispered as the smaller man climbed into his car and drove away.

#sander sides #logicality #tiny!sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #ts #ts sides #platonic loceit #small deceit #dad logan #tw deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #rj fic #full of life and full of love #folfol

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justanoutlawfic · 5 years ago

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Coming Home: Chapt. 4

Summary: Emma isn't the only one with a box of memories. David and Mary Margaret go over it together, while making a plan for how to keep their daughter in town. Meanwhile, an unknown ally is helping them along.

Also on AO3/FF

January 6th, 1989

Emma had been quiet ever since she moved in with them. Mary Margaret did everything she could to open the little girl up but it had been a challenge. She had it expected it. August barely said two words to them after he arrived in Storybrooke. Even so, Mary Margaret knew this could be a longer placement and she wanted to get Emma acclimated as much as possible. A few days after Emma arrived, Mary Margaret decided to take her shopping.

“I have lots of stuff back at the house,” Emma said as they walked into the only office supply store in town.

“You do, but I got a list from your new teacher,” Mary Margaret explained. “School starts again on Monday, so you’ll need some stuff I didn’t want to get you until we met.”

“Like what?”

“Like a backpack.”

“I have one already.”

Mary Margaret didn’t want to point out that Emma’s backpack was falling apart. It could barely hold the beautiful baby blanket that was inside of it along with the one other outfit that she had from her previous home. Instead, she steered Emma over to the section where they were lined up on the wall.

“Well, I want to treat you to a new one.” Mary Margaret gestured to the selections. “You can pick any one you want and a lunchbox.”

Emma tilted her head and Mary Margaret had to stop herself from smiling too wide. “A lunchbox? Normally I get free lunch at school.”

“Well, you could get lunch from the cafeteria or you could have yummy stuff that David makes you.”

Emma seemed as though she was debating it for a bit. “David’s food is yummy.”

“It is, huh?” Mary Margaret held out a pink one for Emma to inspect, which got a wrinkled nose. “No pink?”

“I like yellow…and red.”

“Well, I’m sure we could find one of those.”

She and Emma looked down the section, with Mary Margaret offering different ones to her. None really seemed to catch the little girl’s eye. Mary Margaret reached to grab some ice packs for the lunchbox when she saw Emma examining a denim backpack. It would be big enough for all her stuff and was quite stylish, if Mary Margaret was being honest.

“That one, sweets?” Emma looked up and nodded. Mary Margaret smiled. “I like it too.” She took it off the shelf and put it in the cart. “Now for the lunchbox.”

Emma found a Rainbow Brite lunchbox she liked. It was bright yellow and had the characters on the front. Alongside of it was a matching thermos, which would be perfect for soups or pastas that David liked to make. Next, they went to look at the supplies. Mrs. Anderson had requested a huge box of crayons, some glue sticks and scissors. Emma looked nervously at the list.

“I’ve never been to a new school before.”

Mary Margaret set the list onto her purse and knelt down to her height. “It’s a little scary, huh?” Emma nodded, her green eyes widening a bit. “Well, you know I’m a teacher, right?”

“Yeah, for bigger kids.”

“4th grade. But, I happen to be friends with a lot of the teachers and I know Mrs. Anderson is very nice. She has a fun classroom with lots of toys. You even get to take a nap halfway through the day.” Emma still didn’t look convinced. “And if anything were to happen, you know you could always come find me.”

“Really?”

“Pinky swear.” Mary Margaret held out her pinky and waited for Emma to wrap hers around it. “The best part is, the kindergarteners get their very own playground, with a twisty slide.”

Emma’s eyes seemed to light up at that. “I’ve never seen one of those.”

“Well then I’m sure Mrs. Anderson and the other kids will be happy to show it to you.”

Emma suddenly flung her arms around Mary Margaret’s torso. Mary Margaret nearly fell over, but caught herself before wrapping her arms around Emma.

“I’m glad my new foster mom is a teacher.”

Mary Margaret stroked Emma’s golden curls. “Well, I’m happy to have you as a foster daughter, Emma.”

“Emma.”

Mary Margaret stood up with Emma in her arms and turned to face the source of the voice. It was Mr. Gold. In one hand, he balanced a cane. In the other, was a basket filled with stationary and pens.

“Mr. Gold,” Mary Margaret said, politely. She didn’t know the man too well, outside the fact that he practically owned the whole town. Granny was always complaining about how high he made the rent. It was partially why she and David had bought, instead of rented. He also owned an antique store on Main Street, but she had never been inside. “How are you?”

“Quite fine, dearie.” He looked over at Emma, who was clinging to her foster mother. “So, Emma.”

“David and I are fostering,” Mary Margaret explained. “This is our newest placement.”

Mr. Gold nodded, though he didn’t look thoroughly convinced. Why would he think she was lying about a thing like that? “Right.” He blinked a few times, before a smile came across his face. “Well, have a lovely day, Mrs. Nolan and…Emma.”

Mr. Gold walked away, the sound of his cane scraping against the tile floors. Emma clung a bit tighter to Mary Margaret.

“Who was that?”

“Mr. Gold, he owns a shop in town.”

“Oh.” Emma’s eyebrows furrowed. “He kept staring at me. You’re not supposed to stare.”

“I know, sweets, but he means no harm.” Mary Margaret rubbed her back. “Come on, we need to find you some new sneakers.”

October 26th, 2011

Mary Margaret didn’t have much from her time with her foster daughter. The possessions stayed in a box in the back of her closet. A few toys like the Cabbage Patch doll she had gotten for Valentine’s Day or the stuffed lamb that David had selected for her. There was the sign that once hung in her room “You are my sunshine”. Finally, she had Emma’s old lunchbox. She wasn’t sure why that was the one thing she kept. Maybe because it wasn’t just a connection to Emma, but her ex-husband too. David would make both of their lunches every night before he went to bed. Normally, PB&J for Emma and some leftovers for Mary Margaret. Still, they were always appreciated.

At the bottom of the lunchbox was a post-it note that David had put in there, just as he did every day.

Hope you’re having a good day, Emmy. Love, Daddy.

Daddy. Emma had started calling them by proper parental names just a few months into staying with them. They had no doubt that they would be able to adopt her. There was no reason why they shouldn’t be able to. And then, it was all taken away because of a stupid mistake that she made.

She knew David had never forgiven her for it. Sure, he said he didn’t blame her but Mary Margaret saw the look in his eyes the days after Emma left. The way he stopped touching her. He was the one that had called Helen and told her that they didn’t want any more placements. Why would he have done all of that if he didn’t blame her?

They had been divorced for such a long time and yet Mary Margaret could still remember everything about their divorce. Life before Emma’s arrival and after she left was fuzzy, but that was clear as day. The silence turned to fighting, but even that dissipated. Before she knew it, she was going to Gold and asking him to draw up divorce papers. The man that had once given them such hope that they were going to be a family was making it clear that they never would be.

Neither stayed in the house. Instead, they sold it and split the profits. David started renting a house not far from where they once lived, while Mary Margaret moved to a loft in the center of town. It was small, perfect for a new divorcee. There was even the clawfoot tub that she had always dreamed of.

She still would’ve given anything to have him back.

The door to her loft opened and Mary Margaret looked up to find David standing there. After avoiding each other for years, Emma was the one thing to pull them back together.

“She talking to you yet?” he asked.

Mary Margaret shook her head. “I tried to visit her room at Granny’s but she wouldn’t open the door.”

David threw himself onto the couch and let out a sigh. “I pictured this with her as a teenager, but not now.”

Mary Margaret gently rolled her eyes. “Please, you would’ve been the favorite when she was 13. All teenage girls hate their moms.”

“But their moms are the ones they go to when crap hits the fan.”

She smiled, even though she didn’t want to. “I guess that’s true.”

“Besides, I don’t know if she ever had a favorite. We both gave her what she needed in our own ways.”

Mary Margaret nodded. “I guess that’s true.”

David’s eyes traveled to the box in front of her. He made his way down to the floor and lifted out the lamb, running his fingers through the dingy fur.

“I nearly forgot about this,” he whispered.

“I didn’t keep a lot after we moved, but this was just the stuff I couldn’t part with.”

“Yeah, I have her old sun pillow.” He shrugged when Mary Margaret looked at him confused. “I keep it on my couch, a reminder of what could’ve been.”

Mary Margaret nodded. “I go through my closet every week, I tell myself I’m reorganizing it, but I think it’s just an excuse to look through all of this.”

It’s weird how easy they can communicate. Mary Margaret told herself it was for Emma. She was their weight to the world.

“You’re punishing yourself,” David said.

“I guess I took over for you.”

David looked at her strangely. Mary Margaret closed the box and started to head back to her closet.

“Did you have a reason for coming over?” she asked.

David bit his lip. “I know we don’t get along the way we used to Mary Margaret, but once upon a time, we did.”

“A lot has changed since then.”

“I know that. I was there.”

And then you weren’t. But she had asked him to leave, so could she really blame him for that?

David continued on, pulling himself up. The plush lamb was clutched tightly in his grip. “We want Emma to stay, there’s no doubt about that. So maybe we can just try to put the past behind us. If she just sees us fighting, that’s not going to remind her of the good times that this place brought her.”

Mary Margaret set the box down onto her bed. “I guess that’s true.”

“So…truce? At least for Emma?”

He extended the lamb and she allowed her hand to go over it.

“Truce,” she whispered. “For Emma.”

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Not much had changed in Storybrooke in the 23 years since Emma left. Granny’s grilled cheese was no exception. The way she somehow managed to combine the three cheeses and perfectly toast the bread was a marvel. She hadn’t been able to find one like it since she left all those years ago. The onion rings were huge and never left her hungry.

It was hard to find reasons to hate the town. As much as she wanted to only remember the bad times, ever since she ran into Mary Margaret it was nearly impossible. Memories of running around at the beach or the park. Getting ice cream after school with David. Sitting on Mary Margaret’s desk while she graded papers and occasionally let Emma put unicorn stickers on the pages.

Why did she have to remember all of that? It was hard enough having to remember the bad, but remembering the good meant that there was something great and she was forced to leave it.

“Miss Swan.”

Emma nearly dropped her sandwich at the sound of Mr. Gold’s voice. She looked up in shock, but he just had that same steady smile on his face that he always had.

“Mr. Gold,” Emma placed her sandwich down and took a swig of her root beer. “You trying to take 10 years off my life?”

He chuckled. “Just wanted to see how you were enjoying our town.”

“It’s…practically the same.” She looked around the diner. “Weird how no one’s aged.”

“Oh, they have, just not in the ways you’d expect.”

Emma cocked an eyebrow. She remembered being scared of this man when she was 5 years old. Now, he was more of a mystery.

“I heard you’re staying with us for a bit.”

“Just until I can get my car fixed. Then I’m out of here.”

“I’m sure Ms. Blanchard and Mr. Nolan were sad to hear that.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Forgive me if I don’t care about how they feel. They’re the ones that gave me up.”

“Life is more complicated than we normally think. Sometimes, parents have to let go and regret it.”

“What would you know about it?”

Emma reached down to take a bite of her sandwich and when she looked up, she saw a haunted gaze over him.

“You don’t know what I know.”

She felt even more puzzled by that. “Pardon?”

Gold snapped out of it, returning to his no-nonsense stare. “Your parents didn’t want to give you up.”

“Foster parents,” Emma corrected. “And they did.”

“There are always three sides to the truth, Miss Swan. His, hers and the truth.” He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a manila envelope. “I happen to have the third.”

“How…”

“You were quite young when all of that was going on, but let me remind you that I was their attorney. Everything that happened, went through me.”

He placed the envelope on the table, making sure to be careful of her ketchup dipping bowl.

“If you don’t believe them or me, believe the legal documents.”

He reached down and stole an onion ring from her plate, popping it in his mouth.

“I’ve always preferred fries,” he mused, walking away.

Emma stared at the envelope. It was thick, with her first name on it. She wasn’t sure how much she could trust it. Mary Margaret and David could have paid him to falsify something. Then again, Mr. Gold didn’t seem like the type.

Slowly, she picked it up and put it into her backpack. She’d read it. Not for them, but for herself. After 23 years, she deserved answers.

#coming home verse #snowing #snowing au #charming family #emma swan #ouat au #ouat #once upon a time

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tyrustrash · 5 years ago

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Tu Color Para Pintar

Shadyside, a small no-name town in the middle of nowhere. People have assumptions about small town: that they’re quite and peaceful, everyone knows each other, and that the people are the kindest. Wrong. Shadyside is called Shadyside for a reason. Everyone is shady, from toddlers to the senior citizens. The shadiest can even be your own best friends, and even worse, your own crush. Cyrus currently is laying face down on his bed. He refuses to believe that not only is Andi attending some fancy frou-frou art school for the summer, but TJ is dating Kira. Yeah, about TJ, he didn’t really have to say he was dating her, but come on, it’s obvious. They’re always together looking happy, they went to his special spot, and seemed they didn’t want him around. Although TJ said they weren’t, it didn’t help that he has yet to hang out together, alone. His whole body hurts from thinking TJ cared about him. It feels like a thousand shards of glass are stabbing him and there’s nothing he can do. It didn’t matter anyway; he could deal with that kind of pain. The pain he couldn’t handle was his broken heart. He had spent weeks with the jock building a friendship like he has never had before. This one is different from Jonah because of the memories they have. Jonah was always busy with girlfriend troubles, which Cyrus would know nothing about, but TJ helped him with things no one else bothered with. They had talks where they told secrets that no one else knew. TJ was like a completely different person around him, like he was being his genuine self. The dual personas TJ had made Cyrus even more interested in him. Heck, the best thing TJ has ever done was stand up for Cyrus and helped raise his confidence. Out of all his time with Andi and Buffy, they never did anything close to what TJ has done. The only bad thing TJ has done was steal his heart. The gun incident doesn’t count since it was Blondie’s fault. TJ, however, had to strut into his life with all his hoodies and be so dang adorable. The time together eventually had an impact on Cyrus’s mind, and heart. It wasn’t until a few short weeks ago when feelings changed, in a good way. Their friendship felt like it should be something more, but Cyrus knew it was just one sided. Even though Cyrus was a fool to ever believe for a second that TJ was a bad guy, he now feels like a complete clown. The whole Kira situation is where things went south. For Andi, it hurt a little less. Although they’ve been friends since kindergarten and have done amazing, and illegal, things with her, he wasn’t as hurt since he imagined this day happening for a while now. Andi is a talented artist. Her works are unique and definitely belong in a museum. Her trashing stereotypes piece was even worthy of the Shadyside Academy of Visual Arts sending an acceptance application. Which then she accepted to attend for the summer term. Sure, he would rather her go there for three months rather than the entire school year, but what is he going to do for the summer? Him, Buffy, and Jonah don’t make the most exciting group. They almost relied on Andi for what they were doing. And with TJ, that’s basically over. So now he’s basically going to spend his summer at home, more than likely helping his parents with work. Just as he was about to give up sobbing and accept his fate of the worst summer ever, his phone chimed. The laziness is too strong right now as he simply throws a pillow at his nightstand in hopes of it actually doing anything. When the phone chimes again, Cyrus decides to be the most active he has been that day and picks up his phone. A text from Andi. An urgent one, as indicated by the lack of emojis, the over usage of exclamation points, and it being all caps. Apparently, she needs him at the art studio. After grunting for a few seconds, Cyrus laid back down and tossed his phone to the end of the bed. Andi probably wants to show off another project before she leaves and see her friends one last time. He wants to support her, but it’s getting harder to feel any sort of happiness. His world is falling apart by the day and it seems like there’s no hope of it getting better. Later, a loud knock on his door interrupted his thoughts of whether or not he’ll find a boyfriend. Once again, Cyrus threw a pillow with the expectation of it working. Instead, the soft thud was sort of a cue to let the person come in. Andi walked in, which made Cyrus cover his face with his dinosaur plushie. Andi walked into the room and gently placed herself on the end of the bed. Her expression is clearly upset with a bit of worry. “Cyrus, why didn’t you come?” Cyrus rumbled a bit before saying something inaudible due to the plushie over his mouth. Andi taps his arm. He removes the toy and sits up a little. “Why would I?” Andi wasn’t expecting this kind of response, or this behavior. He was always so cheerful and enthusiastic. Anything related to his friends he was always there for. “Did you read the text?” “Not really.” Cyrus says as he lays back down. Any feelings that he previously had are long gone. Seeing Andi now not sadness, but emptiness. “I’m not in the mood to do anything.” “The art gallery opened a new exhibit!” “What’s it about?” “Nothing!” Cyrus raised an eyebrow. He sits up on his elbows and looks Andi in the eyes. “Huh?” Andi excitedly got off the bed and walks around the room. She overexaggerates her hand movements as she talks. “It’s nothing, but it’s everything! I can’t believe they would think of this, but it’s genius! Some might call it lazy, but I call it creative.” “What exactly are you talking about?” Cyrus gets up and attempts to keep up with Andi. “The nothingness.” Andi continues. “It’s an entire area of white. White walls, white blocks, white accessories. Anyone can paint, design, draw, or do whatever they want! I texted you to see if you wanted to try creating something. Probably with me, Buffy, and Jonah.” Andi finally calms down and Cyrus places his hands on her shoulders. The two lock eyes, seemingly calming Andi down. Cyrus, however, has those teary eyes. “Andi, I’m not in the mood for anything.” Andi sighed and looked at her feet. She was, for once, at a lose for words. Her whole life Cyrus was by her side and would do anything if she asked. He was always there for his friends. As she looks into his eyes, she can see something that she’s not used to. Fear. “Well,” Andi starts to say. “How about you go and do something yourself? You can express what you’re feeling. Like what I did with the stereotypes.” Cyrus shakes his head. “Don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Why not?” Cyrus takes a deep breath. He turns away from Andi and faces his dresser. Pictures of him and TJ covered the top. Each one was from a special moment they had together. From when Cyrus first visited TJ’s job, when they had a picnic at the swings, and when they had Valentines Day at The Spoon because they didn’t have dates and went as friends. Instead of smiling from looking at the pictures, it only made him cry. “I’m afraid that if I do anything else, my world would get worse. I’m afraid of letting certain people know how I feel, or even tell them who I really am. Problem is, I don’t know how or how they’ll feel. I have a dream that might never come true now, and it’s got me feeling this way.” Cyrus told her. “I this this might not make that much sense, but I don’t how to express myself.” “How about with art?” Andi asks. She pulls out paint supplies from her bag and places them on the dresser. “The world revolves at your heart. Today you can create your best version and trust your intuition. There is no dream that you can't reach. You have everything to make it happen. And that everything is in your mind and nothing can go wrong. Say what you keep in your mind. Lights shine when you shout your truth. There's no more time, don't forget. It's your story, you decide your color to paint.” Although he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what she said, he understood it all. He looks at the supplies. Not to surprisingly, the paint tubes are the colors of the rainbow. He takes another deep breath. With one look at Andi, he nods. Next thing Cyrus knew was that there’s a blank canvas in front of him. Andi had taken him to the art gallery and had given him extra supplies. When they arrived, the exhibit already had work done to it, including a mural from Walker. They were lucky enough to get this generous space. After spending more than enough time analyzing the supplies, Cyrus finally started working. He picks up the red and splashes it across the canvas. His face matches the color by how frustrated he is. The only thing he can think of in this moment is Kira, and how she came between him and TJ. Next is orange. Then yellow. And then green. And lastly blue. Blue has been said is the warmest color by some, but Cyrus can only feel coldness. Now TJ is on his mind, but only the terrible moments. When he saw TJ giving Kira a piggyback ride, to where they were hugging, and the worst moment of them all. TJ and Kira at the swing set. His swing set. Looking at his piece, he feels like something’s missing. Yeah, the purple. He adds a dash of purple to the bottom and attempts to blend as much as he could. After taking a final look at his creation, he smiled for the first time in days. The painting looks like one huge, deconstructed, extra flavorful rainbow. A few peace signs and hearts circled around the edges. Two boys are in the center, holding hands. One of the boys is holding a muffin, the other wearing a hoodie. Cyrus was so into his painting that he didn’t hear someone approach from behind. A tap on his shoulder startled him, also causing him to turn around. His face lit up, both in shock, fear, and happiness. His knees weakened and he could barely stand up. Now he was wondering who invited TJ. TJ rubs the back of his neck. He couldn’t make himself look Cyrus in the eyes. Cyrus was the first to say anything. “Why are you here?” “Andi invited me?” TJ answered a tad later. Although not looking directly at him, Cyrus could tell he’s upset and needs to say something. “She said you were creating something, and I wanted to be here for support. Like a good friend. If I still am your friend.” At those words, he managed to look at Cyrus. Cyrus could see tears forming. This reminds him of the gun incident and how TJ was acting afterwards when he lost his other friends. Even though Cyrus couldn’t take seeing TJ this way, it felt good given how TJ had made him feel. TJ looks at the painting and awes. “This is amazing. You sure you aren’t an artist?” Cyrus chuckles a little. His cheeks blush but hides it. “It’s just what I’m feeling. And who I am.” Upon further inspection, TJ notices the two people in the center. His face becomes confused as he tries to figure out who they are. Obviously, one was Cyrus, but had mixed thoughts regarding the second boy. “Who’s the other boy?” Now Cyrus was completely red. He face palms himself hard enough to leave a bruise, but he didn’t care about that. All he cares about now is that his crush is literally standing in front, and asking about, his basically coming out painting showing that he wishes the two of them would date. He wishes one of his parents were here to help calm him down. “It’s you.” Cyrus faintly says. His voice cracked a little and was a pitch higher than normal. “Surprise. I’m gay.” “Hey, gay. Me gay too.” The next sounds out of Cyrus’s mouth definitely weren’t English words or sounds. It was more like the random sound effects from cartoons. He attempts cleaning out his ears with his fingers to make sure nothing was clogging them. Sure enough, his ears are clean. TJ wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Yeah, I’m gay too. You couldn’t tell? I also have the biggest, dorkiest crush on you. Why do you think I’ve been upset when I thought you wouldn’t be my friend anymore?” Cyrus’s mouth stands wide open. It took him a minute, but he finally found the right word to say. “Same.” They both laugh. Cyrus looks around and sees an empty area in the corner. He gets TJ’s attention and nods in that direction. “Wanna create something together?” “It’s a date.”

#andi mack #tyrus #fanfiction

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noro124 · 5 years ago

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hey everyone it’s my frog collection + other cool things i had on the shelf at the time! i have 57 frogs (counting the packaged ones as one unit), which is 45 more than the last time i took a picture of my frog collection. enjoy!

under here i will tell you where i got each frog & why i grouped them like that! the groups can also be read in the captions. all pics try to go from left to right, from the back row to the front.

i. frogs that are big

Summer relaxin’ - my dad got him for me at a yard sale a few years ago.

HAPPY FROG - my dad also got him for me at a yard sale, but closer to 6 months ago. He’s hanging over my bed right now on my Wall Of Stuff.

Paper frog - my sister ripped him off the bulletin board at the Starbucks where she works to give him to me

White frog - picked him up at TJ Max when my mom took me dress shopping.

Dark green frog - i don’t know...i think from a yard sale? he’s hollow & i keep a semicircle paperweight in the hole in his stomach.

ii. 8 frogs that will break if you drop them & 3 that won’t

Yoga frog - my dad got him for me, maybe from Goodwill?

Ol Chumbo - got him at the flea market for $8. He is solid iron.

Just Eat What Bugs You!! - got him from a thrift store in a small town in Colorado. he’s got beans in him! if you shake him he rattles

Blue glass - he’s a candle holder! I got him from an antique store in Tennessee & then saw another one of him at the flea market years later.

Bronze goofball - crooked eyes. very endearing. also very heavy. got him in a shop that sold lots of bronze things outside the Louvre.

Gold - a gift from my boyfriend!!!

Sassy Frog - i think my dad gave her to me? or maybe i bought her at the antique store.

Little brown frog - more fragile than he looks, missing his front right leg so i got him discounted from the antique store near school.

Glass frog king! - got him in prague! he was overpriced, but worth it

Teeny glass frog - also got him in prague for $3!

Another glass frog - got in the same store that I got tiny frog in.

iii. frogs that are minerals

Chunky brown frog - got him at the antique store near school. i think my boyfriend bought him for me on one of our first dates!

Black frog - $35 but worth every cent. smooth, elegant, made in Japan. gotten from the antique store near school.

Flat brown frog - got him from the flea market.

Malachite frog - bought him online from Bekkathyst! Expensive, but I took advantage of a sale.

Rose quartz frog - got from a really cool mineral shop in Prague! I did a project on that shop, about redesigning the storefront.

Pink frog - got from a yard sale a long time ago, only recently rediscovered in my room & added to the collection.

Little frog on a leaf - got from a gift shop at the end of a long 14k altitude hike in Colorado.

Frogs 8-12 were all given to me by my boyfriend after he came back from NY. They’re a big family!!!

13. Tiny frog bead - got from the flea market!

iv. frogs that are squishy

Mint green frog loaf - picked this up from a recent con!! my boyfriend paid for half of it because he said this was something i needed to have, & he was right!

Webkinz frog - my dad got him for me at a yard sale because he liked the mischievous look in his eyes.

Little frog orb - part of a set of 3 round squishy things my boyfriend’s parents gave me for easter.

TY Beanie Baby Frog - a beanie baby original my sister got from a yard sale. he might be worth a lot of money since he’s an original. i’m looking into it.

Dark blue sand frog - I’ve had this since I was a child. he’s got stitches in his armpit because he used to have a big hole that let all the sand out.

Stripey sand frog - got her at a yard sale when i was maybe 9 so the dark blue frog could have a friend!

Green and orange beanie frog - picked this up from a “Night Market” in Vienna. having seen real night markets in Taiwan, I was kind of disappointed, but the frog was a good purchase.

Green beanie frog - got in belfast from a cool museum. has a pink twin owned by one of my friends. all frogs have sweet dreams

v. frogs that are toys

Skeleton frog - one of my roommates got him for me from a halloween store.

Glowing frog - he changes rainbow colors! my sister gave him to me for my 20th birthday last year.

Slime frog - my boyfriend got him for me as a Welcome Back present after i returned from Prague! he’s nasty. he’s full of yellow goo & he has a cap on the bottom of his body that you can undo to take out the goo. it takes hours to put the goo back in.

Keychain frog - also a flashlight that croaks when you turn him on! I saw him in Milan & had to have him.

Lime green frog - my dad gave me 3 frog bath toys for Christmas. I have one in my collection (this one), one at his house, & one at my mom’s house.

Blue frog whistle - I think one of my friends gave this to me but I’m not sure.

Wooden frog - bought him from a nice lady at the night market in Taiwan in 2017.

Wooden frog 2 - he rolls! picked him up for $4 in one of the Golden Lane shops in Prague Castle.

Frog rubber band - got him as a reward for being good at the dentist in like 2007.

vi. frogs i have not unwrapped

boblende fro - a frog bath bomb with a toy frog inside that i got from a weird store called Flying Tiger in prague. i don’t want to open him because he’ll be crumbly & i like the packaging a lot, & also i don’t want to use him yet.

Grow Frogs - another gift from my boyfriend’s parents for easter. I haven’t used them yet because I’m lazy & I don’t know if they’d crumble & I don’t know where I’d put them if they were unwrapped.

Frog King stickers - got these in northern ireland as well! i haven’t used any yet because they have layers & the things I’d put them on (my phone case, sketchbook, my laptop) move around a lot & the stickers would get destroyed really fast.

vii. frogs with jobs

Candle holder - one of my friends gave it to me for my birthday.

Green frog - got him from the local crafts store my roommate used to work at. He can hold onto the outside of cups or flowerpots or my finger!

Frog thimble - a different roommate gave him to me after he got back from his trip to Spain.

Frog clip - one of my friends gave it to me for no reason! really nice of her!!!

Mosaic frog - the roommate that went to Spain got this for me there too! he doesn’t have a job, he just doesn’t fit into any of the other categories.

Keroppi pin - got this for 50 cents in Taiwan & then lost it for a year.

Tiny rubber frog - given to me by one of my roommates for Christmas. he got it in Florida. he doesn’t have a job either.

Milan eraser - picked this up in a stationary store in prague called McPen.

viii. miscellaneous items on the frog display shelf

Fat cat with big poofy cheeks - i went to the flea market with my dad & saw this funny man.

Round unicorn & pink fish - the other 2 round things that came with the frog my boyfriend’s parents gave me for easter this year.

Crab ornament - given to me alongside the tiny rubber frog. he’s missing a leg and is EXTREMELY fragile - pieces of his shell fall off all the time.

Red wooden painted egg - got from an easter market in Prague.

Eggplant container - I keep souvenir pressed pennies in here.

Stone egg with stand - I got this for my dad from an antique store, but my dad said I could keep it.

Golden pig - gotten somewhere in Prague. I was gonna give it to one of my roommates, but my mom said “You should keep it for good luck, it’s the year of the pig!” & so I did.

Snake carving - my grandma used to give me little carvings made of the same material all the time before she died. I don’t know where I got this.

Little glass crab - a gift alongside the crab ornament & tiny rubber frog!

White rock - looks very pretty in the right light. got it from a mineral store in Cesky Krumlov.

Smooth rock - smokey quartz I think? got it from the same mineral store.

Carnelian scarab - got this from a really cool mineral store outside the Louvre. I could have spent all day in here - they sold really expensive frogs too. I had my eye on one made from turquoise, but it was 160 euros. Maybe next time.

Labrodorite heart - my boyfriend paid for half of it when he came to visit me in Prague! it’s very blue & very gorgeous.

Labrodorite chunk - my boyfriend got this for me at a hippie music festival!

Chunk of limestone - got this in northern ireland where there was a cool bridge near an old limestone quarry. I thought this rock looked cool, like mochi. You can’t tell from the picture quality.

Glass lizard - part of the gift with the crab ornament & the other things.

Turtle - got him from the flea market. not sure what he’s made of, but he’s handcrafted!

Shiny turtle - this was on the ground at the flea market. it probably had fallen off a display & cost money, but i put it in my pocket. please don’t arrest me

Stone turtle - got this guy from an aquarium that’s 2 hours away from home! we went as a group over spring break to the beach, but half of us immediately went home & half of us went to the aquarium. i got to touch a shark there.

& that’s all, folks! thanks for reading my frog lore!

#noro.txt #all the money i make is spent on big stuffed animals or frogs #mostly the stuffed animals because i receive a lot of frogs as gifts

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hetalia-themagicalmanac · 6 years ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY!!

On this day, Mary debuted in this comic 2 years ago, which marks her technical birthday. The ask box will be open for the first time ever! so you can send a nice, wholesome message that might appear in a future comic, as well as some asks that might be drawn up! Fic below, because I really don’t have a lot of time to draw a wonderful birthday comic for her :(

🎵 Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday dear Mary~! Happy birthday to you! 🎵

The little house filled with wondrous joy as Mary’s parents clapped to their beloved daughter’s big day; her birthday! In front of Mary was a little ice cream cake that her mother bought from the grocery story with “Happy Birthday Mary” written in gel frosting.

“My beloved Mary,” her mother began, “You can blow out the candles now. Make a wish dear, but don’t tell us, or else your wish won’t come true.”

Mary took a big, deep breath of air and blew out the candles on her tiny little cake. Her father took a perfect picture of Mary blowing out the candles on his phone, something he would be so proud to display on Facebook.

“Did you make a wish, Mary?” her father asked,

“Yep!” Mary squeaked, “Mama said my wish won’t come true if I tell it.”

“She’s right, you know. Now then! Mary gets the first slice since it is her special day after all!”

As the family was enjoying their slices of ice cream cake and Mary opening up her presents, there was something unusual going on upstairs. In the child’s room emerged a man from the magic almanac, sneaking around to make sure he isn’t being heard. He took off his shoes so the wooden floor wouldn’t creak under his weight, attempting to be as stealthy as possible.

“Rats!” he said under his breath, “Mary never told us it was her birthday?! What a silly girl she is! Might as well tell everyone else back in the manor.”

He began to stealthily sneak back into Mary’s room and into the Almanac, frantically running down the stairway into Friendship Manor. He grabbed onto the protective railing of the mezzanine that he first sees upon entering Friendship Manor and took the biggest breath he could hold in his lungs.

“DUDES!!! TODAY IS MARY’S BIRTHDAY!!” he bellowed, echoing throughout the entire manor, “GET YOUR ASSES READY IN CASE SHE GETS IN FRIENDSHIP MANOR!! CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP!!! GET THE MEETING ROOM ALL DECORATED!! GET HER SOME PRESENTS, DAMMIT!!!”

Germany knew that it was Mary’s birthday anyways as he deeply cares about her as a father figure, but forgot to make cake for her since the announcement was so sudden.

“Scheiße! The cake!” He sprinted back to the door that leads to his lovely little cottage in the woods, since this was in fact the first time Mary gets to spend a birthday with her magical friends.

“America!” England scolded as he hastily went up the spiral staircase to the mezzanine, ready to slap America if possible. “Couldn’t you announce this sooner?!”

“Dude, I didn’t even know it was Mary’s birthday today!” He answered, “Like I was just sneaking around upstairs Mary’s house because I didn’t even see her today and was just making sure she was okay!”

“You know America, Mary did tell us her birthday was on this day. You just forgot because you spoil her rotten anyways. We’ve been setting up the meeting room for her and all of the nations that she never met are also invited.”

“Wow thanks dude! You’re a lifesaver!”

“Whatever. Just do your part. Just don’t spoil her so rotten like you already do. I’ll get her when she’s done celebrating with her mum and father.”

Meanwhile, as Mary went in her room carrying all of the presents her mother and father got for her, England came out of the magic almanac to greet Mary. “Happy birthday, Mary!” he said as he gave her a warm hug, “I see you were having fun with your mum and father, hm? What kind of presents did you get?”

“I got lots of toys!” Mary squeaked, showing England some of the toys she got for her birthday, some of them also being books that would make a really good bedtime story.

“Wow! Your parents really must be glad to be with you on your birthday, huh? Maybe one of these nights, i’ll read to you one of these stories when you’re going to bed, okay?” He then noticed that Mary still had frosting on her face from the ice cream cake she had with her parents. “Oh goodness me, Mary! You’ve got frosting on your face!” He knelt down to Mary’s height and grabbed a handkerchief out of one of his pockets. It was soft to the touch, and just gentle enough to get the frosting off Mary’s face. “There you go. You don’t want to look all messy, no? Come along now, we’re gonna go on an outing.”

“An outing! Where are we going?”

“Well, maybe I can get you some toys for your birthday.”

Little did Mary know that this was actually something bigger, something she wouldn’t expect at all from her friends!

Inside Friendship Manor, it was seemingly emptier than usual. England was holding her hand as the two went down the staircase from the mezzanine. “Ah, Mary, I forgot to get something.” England said, “We just had a very important meeting today and I forgot to get some important papers.”

“What kind of papers, Mr. England?”

“It’s very secret, Mary. Shhh~”

Mary really didn’t mind, thinking that England forgot to get some papers in the meeting room where the nations usually have their meetings. Once they got to the meeting room, the room was pitch black, but Mary had no clue how it got so pitch black in the first place. England turned on the lights when suddenly...

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARY, BEARER OF THE ALMANAC!!!”

Mary’s eyes lit up at the sight of all of the nations in the room, surprising her on her birthday in a room that was considered forbidden for her to go in during the all-important world meetings. The entire room was decorated with streamers, balloons, and even a giant banner that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY” spread across at one of the walls. There were even nations present that she never really fully met like Switzerland, and even nations that she never met before! Mary was nearly about to cry!

“You did this...all for me?” Mary said, looking up at England with tears in her eyes. She suddenly ran over and hugged the Englishman tightly, crying on his side.

“Mary, why are you crying?” He said, kneeling down to her height and gently petting her soft, light brown hair. “Shhh...”

“I think she’s overwhelmed by happiness!” Italy chirped, approaching the crying child to calm her. “It’s okay, Maria! I know how it feels to be so happy that you just gotta cry! We made this as special and memorable as possible, especially since you’re the Bearer of the Almanac!”

England nodded as Mary looked up, tears in her eyes. He pulled out the handkerchief that he used to wipe the frosting off Mary’s lips and used a clean portion of it to wipe off her tears. “I can’t imagine how Horatio would have reacted if we were to celebrate his birthday here. I guess he wouldn’t have liked it well, but I promise you Mary, that there is no need for tears today. After all, we’re all so happy for you not only because it’s your birthday and you’re the Bearer of the Almanac, but you’re also such a wonderful friend!”

America jumped in front of Mary and held her high into the air. “Now it’s time to party!” He declared, putting the child on his back. Mary smiled, now with all of her tears gone, she is now in the mood to celebrate happiness with her friends.

For a time, Mary ran around to see the other nations socializing with each other and even played with some of them, such as playing tag with Sealand and some other micronations, or just climbing up on Russia and even playing with his somewhat sentient scarf. There was something Mary noticed though that someone and something was missing...

“Mr. France?” Mary tugged on his cloak, “Where’s Mr. Germany?”

“He’s bringing you something very special my dear~!” He said, “It’s so special that we all have to wait!”

“What is it?”

“I can’t really tell you, or else it would spoil the surprise!”

That was when all of a sudden, the doors to the room swung open to see someone carrying a rather large cake that was neatly decorated and topped with candles. Mary couldn’t tell who it was carrying the cake from a distance until she ran up to the figure.

“Mr. Germany!” Mary exclaimed, “You made a cake for me!”

“Ja, I did!” he said as he put the cake down and picked up Mary, smiling at her, “I wanted to give you the best cake you’ll ever have just for you. If I had to rush making the cake, it would have been a mess and we don’t want to have a sad birthday, no?” Mary giggled and hugged her father figure tightly. “This is the best birthday I could ever ask for!” She squeaked, probably not letting go any time soon.

Eventually, all of the nations gathered around the cake to marvel at this masterful piece of art that many did not expect from possibly the manliest nation to ever exist. The cake was rather beautiful up close, covered in a sugary white fondant and decorated with frosting that had Mary’s favorite colors on it. There were also fondant stars around the sides of the two cake tiers, with yellow stars on the bottom tier and magenta stars on the top. Rainbow sprinkles also dotted the cake as well to pop out more.

Mary sat down in front of the cake, wondering how she was going to blow all of these candles, yet admire how lovely the cake was that Germany made all from his hard work and love to make this day memorable for everyone. The German took out his phone and began to record Mary.

“Look, Mary! You’re on camera!” The child looked up to see Germany holding his phone at Mary and the cake he made, so he can capture this vital memory that cannot be lost. Soon enough, the nations began to sing in a harmonious chorus.

🎵 Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday dear Mary~! Happy Birthday to you~! 🎵

Mary took a deep breath and attempted to blow out all of the candles. She did have a little help from America, since some of the candles were in places she couldn’t reach with her tiny little lungs, as well as the problem of some of the candles appearing to be blown out when they were still lit. She looked up at America and giggled, seeing her brotherly figure helping her out. “Happy birthday, my lil’ dude.” America said, kneeling by the chair to hug her.

Germany took out a large knife, the kind that was made to cut even the biggest of cakes open. “Mary, would you like to help me cut the cake?” He asked, “Hold the handle with me, okay? Then we’ll cut it!” Mary grabbed the handle of the knife with both of her hands, thinking she is helping Germany cut the cake open when he is doing most of the work. The inside of the cake was everything Mary could have ever wished for; a chocolate cake with a heavy cream inside, similar to a black forest cake.

Of course, Mary got the first slice that she “helped” cut open, as everyone else were getting their pieces of cake. Even with everyone having their share of cake, there was still plenty left over, even though Mary couldn’t eat all of it. She ate her slice very quickly, as the sweetness and the love poured in this cake really reminded her of spending a day at Germany’s house, since he would bake for her quite often. It was a sweet rush of nostalgia and happiness, which almost brought the child to tears.

America approached Mary with a rather huge present, though Mary wasn’t surprised that he can hold it well due to his absurd strength. “Alright dude!” he said, “I got you this cool present I bought for you last minute! I didn’t know it was your birthday, so I’m real sorry about that.”

“You’re so silly, Mr. America!” Mary said, hugging his leg. “You’re the best big brother I could ever ask for!”

America looked like his face was turning red, but he was smiling like the goofy idiot he is. “Come on, Mary! Open it up! I wanna see what it is!”

She began to unwrap the wrapping paper surrounding the present, only to see a Mercedes-Benz, the one that can only fit herself and can only drive up to five miles per hour. (Giving Mary an actual car would be a really bad idea!)

“My own car!” Mary squeaked as she jumped around, “Mr. America got me my own car!” Mary’s commotion attracted the other nations to see Mary sitting behind the visible wheel to this kiddy Mercedes, especially Germany, who was really surprised to see Mary in a tiny car. England didn’t seem too happy at the gift America gave to her, however.

“America, she’s going to become lazy and not actually play around!” England whispered rather crossly, “Why on earth did you even buy her a car?!”

“She’s going to sit around on that thing all day, and she always wants to climb on people!” China also added in, hearing that England does have a very good point. “She’s gonna get chubby!”

“Dudes, do you even realize how big Friendship Manor is?” America protested, “This is literally the perfect gift for her! She can drive around like a normal person all around Friendship Manor to get to places faster! Heck, she can pretend to be Germany if she wanted to!”

“Well, I guess, if you’re saying Germany is a petrolhead after all. I just don’t want her to be lazy like you.” England smirked, knowing that will give America a reaction.

“HEY!”

More presents piled up for Mary, with other such trinkets like some stuffed animals, some colorful birthday cards (some even had money in it!), clothes with unicorns on it, one of those easy bake ovens (You probably know who gave that to her), and even a little slide that looks like an elephant! To a normal person, it would seem that she was being spoiled silly, but this was seen more as utmost gratitude for not being someone like Horatio, who would have deliberately closed the Almanac on his birthday if he were still to keep it. After all, Mary was Bearer of the Almanac!

The festivities continued on, even when Mary opened up all of her presents. She drove around in her cool new car, honking at all of the nations who stood in her way. She did however, find that her cool new car would be very useful when going around Friendship Manor, since she can drive there instead of continuously getting lost and exhausted in the halls of the six continents.

As the party dwindled down, Mary knew that she would have to get home soon. She grew exhausted from having too much fun with her friends and needed time to see her mother and father. She picked up as many balloons that fell on the ground, trying to help her friends clean up. Japan noticed her carrying all of these balloons that were still inflated and all sorts of streamers and confetti, which then he saw her fall over. Thankfully, the balloons cushioned Mary’s fall, but that didn’t stop Japan from making sure she’s okay.

“Ah! Mary-chan, are you okay?” He said, checking to make sure she isn’t bruised.

“I wanna help clean up too!” Mary squeaked as she got up from the ground, trying to collect all of the balloons that she let go of.

“Ah, but it’s best to relax for now. We’ll clean up for you, and after all, it is your birthday.”

Mary dropped all of the balloons that she collected and smiled at her friend, before she darted off back to her bedroom. “Thanks Mr. Japan!”

It was late at night, and Mary knew that her bedtime was near. Her mother and father tucked her in bed and wished her a good night and another happy birthday before the clock struck twelve, which upon the twelfth strike would have ended her birthday.

She still had one of the books that she showed to England earlier, just under the covers and not in the bookshelf along with her other books. It was a picture book with cute little woodland animals inside, telling an even cuter bedtime story. As the only light source was a soft light illuminating from the rabbit sitting on her bookshelf, she still couldn’t decipher what the book read.

The magic almanac suddenly glistened, and Mary saw someone emerge from the book. He tried to stay as quiet as possible and to not let any more light reach her parent’s room. This gave Mary a good opportunity to ask him a question before she went to sleep.

“Mr. England, will you read me this bedtime story?” she whispered, trying to not awaken her parents. “I wanna see the cute little animals and its too dark for me to read.”

“Ah, that’s why I came to see you, Mary.” England whispered, “I was thinking of that bedtime story today, and it would be lovely to read it to you. Here, let me get your bunny so we can have a light.” He went over to the bookshelf and grabbed the rabbit that illuminated soft colors as a repellent for scary monsters that might be lurking under her bed. “Here’s your bunny friend, Mary. Now, this seems like a nice story, hm?”

Mary clutched onto the rabbit and got cozy under the warm covers as well as giving England light to read the book. The rabbit was set to illuminate one color, which was a nice, soft white.

He took a deep breath, making sure nobody else was around in case Mary’s parents walked in the child’s room and thought the Englishman was a burglar.

“Once upon a time...” He began to read the story to Mary, a tale of friendship and love with a community of forest animals. It was obviously sugary-sweet, since the plot was rather simple and easily understandable for children like Mary. She fell asleep at the end of the story, dreaming of all sorts of woodland animals living together and spending time with her.

“Goodnight, Mary. May your birthday dreams be sweet.” One kiss on the forehead the Englishman gave to Mary, he returned back to the magic book, going off to bed as well.

The End

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internethorrorfan · 6 years ago

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Creepypasta x Mary Sue Child Reader (revised version, originally posted on Deviantart in 2017)

(this is a parody BTW)

Based on a true story.

"Thank meou!" you said to your parents. You were an 3 month old neko baby kitten cub girl. Like all nekos you had the tail, claws, and fangs of a cat and had cat ears on the top of your head and had a cat form and had the senses of a cat and was smarter than the average human and is extremly kawaii desu. You're hot pink tail (as hot pink as your cat ears)was bushy, pinned up and curly at the tip and was the most softest, fluffiest, cutest, thing on the entire planet. You were wearing a Hello Kitty diaper with a hole cut into it for your tail, a little white dress with a silk purple ribbon around the waist that tied into a bow in your hair with a baby blue rose above it, and. You're parents had just given you you're 87th plate of cheesecake and waffles for the 3 month anniversary of your birth (you was 3 months old) and you was gurgling, purring, mewing, meouing and giggling at the top of your lungs at the sight and smell of the food. You was smiling at them showing you're fangs.You hugged your rainbow sparkled stuffed animal rainbow unicorn named Unicorny tight to your chest as you ate the food from your food bowl. Your tail was rapidly swishing back and forth and your cat ears were twitching in excitment at the food and you where jumping up and down at literally rapid fire speeds causing your high chair to bounce up and down rapidly too at the food. "May I PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE give my widdle stuffy wuffy some foodie foods two, Mommy-chan?" you said in literally the cutest voice any life form in any universe had and would ever use ever as you were grabbing the cheesecake and waffles in your claws and shoving them into your mouth. "No she's all full y/n." your mommy said."Okey dokey pokey mommy-chan!" you said. "That was yum yum yummy in my tum tum tummy mommy-Chan and daddy-chan!" you said finishing the food and grabbing Unicorny and turning into your cat form so you can jump into your father's arms with your stuffy without hurting yourself. Turning back into your neko form you said "Kay now Daddy-chan where's that twelfth bag of catnip you pwomised?" You're daddy gave a little baggy of catnip to you and scratched your ears causing you to gurgle, purr, mew, meou and giggle more louder than before and rub your head into his hand. ''Yep daddys little kitten." your daddy said, making you curl into a ball with your tail swishing side to side and hug your stuffy tighter while eating the catnip. My life is completely utterly absolutely positively 110 % perfect!, you you thought to yourself. Me mommy-chan and daddy-chan always give me exactly what I want, do exactly as I say, let me do whatever I want, feed me 100 square meals a day plus snacks, give me literally 24/7 attention over anything else and never get on to me or punish me even whan I break stuff or throw other babies out windows or cry uninterrupted for 5 weeks straight because they bought me the wrong My Little Pony plushie! Exactly like all good mommies and daddies should be! Mommy-chan and daddy-chan are the bestest peoples in the universe and I'm so glad they don't spoil me! I sure hope notting bad ever happens to me and my family! You fall asleep after you thought this so your parents put a pacifier in your mouth and placed you gently into your crib. When you waked up the next morning you went through your daily routine of waking up your parents by screaming at the top of your lungs for them to feed you but stopped when noticed you something. You wasn't in your crib. You were in a cardboard box in an alley. You find a note next to you. Being a neko, your eyesight was far better, allowing you to make note of everything and read the note perfectly despite being a 3 months old baby kitten cub. The note said: "We can't take care of you anymore so we gave you a box to stay in and left you with all the essential things to survive." the note said. You looked around your box. The note was right, your mommy and daddy HAD given all the essentials of living to you: stuffed animals, toys, princess dresses, Sippy cups, your rattle, etc. You hold your stuffy Unicorny close to you and played with your rattle for 8 weeks until you realized you're parents wernt coming back. You cried and screamed. You made a boom boom in your diapie. You cried and screamed louderer. It started storming and rain came and made you and your stuff all wet and also started drowning you. You cried and screamed loudererer. Hailstones fell and started hitting you giving you many boo boos you could feel the boo boos hurting and you tried holding in the pain but failed. You cried and screamed louderererer. Lightning started striking you and setting you on fire giving you even more boo boos. You cried and screamed so loud that astronauts in outer space could hear you yet still so no one helped you. You were left crying and screaming in your box with no food, water or air for 6 months until two peoples found your box and threw it (and you) into a bag. The two peoples couldn't resist going "aww" when they saw you for the first time due to how cute and perfect you is. Carrying the bag (with you still in it) to a place the two peoples through you HARD on a metal table (givng you yet another boo boo) and then give you many shots making you cry from all the boo boos and then pass out. You waked up in a white room and the peoples explained they were scientists and they had injected you with 8 trillion different kinds of chemicals and you were now a creepypasta. They also told you your new powers. You could warp reality, teleport, shoot lasers from your eyes, read minds, turn invisible, you had 70, 109 hot pink retractable indestructible tentacles that where super strong and could cut threw literally anything in the universe, you had a chimera form, you were super strong, you were faster than an airplane, you were super smart, you had extremely kawaii desu yet also terrifying bat wings protruding from your back (but you couldn't fly yet) , your neko powers was increased 50, 000000000 fold, and you was 10, 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 trillion times cuter than before yet also scary. They also gave you a mirror. You saw yourself. You gasp. Your naturally blue hair is done up in pigtails (as always) but now had pink, red, white, green, yellow, purple, orange, and black streaks. Your previously beautiful shimmering purple eyes has changed color: they were now blood red and bleeding blood but they still shimmered beautifully. You noticed you could now walk and stand and din't you have to crawl anymore despite being baby. You immediantly turns into your new chimera form and ran around knocking many things down with your snake tail until you knocked into a table, fell down, landed on your but and got your seven millionth boo boo in the past 6 months. Turning back into your neko form you started to cry your booty hurt and your knew was scraped with blood comeing out. "But I'm bored and and I want my wattle and my sippie cup and my bottle and my stuffies and my paci and my yawn balls and my chew toys and i’m hungwy and thirsty and i want see my mommy-Chan and Daddy-chan and I no wanna be a cweepypasta and there's doo doo in my diapie and I have SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many boo boos!" you said in your adorably perfect cute kawaii desu little voice. Immediately one of the scientist peoples grabbed you so hard by the tail you thought he was gonna tear it out and swung you like a lasso over his head and threw you headfirst into a metal door causing you to more cry. He then picked you back up by yir tail and repeated this process 239 more times until you stopped crying. "I don't care what you want your a creepypasta now and you do what we say now. You're name is y/n no longer your new name is Kitten Child Cutie Pie Kawaii Chan the Killer you are the only one who can defeat Zalgo.'' the scientist people said. [TIMSEKIP] It's your second birthday and has been at the place for 18 months. You was cutely wearing a cute hot pink unicorn onesie with holes cut into it for your cute bat wings, a cute sparkled Hello Kitty beanie with holes cut into it for your cute cat ears, a cute bedazzled silver princess tiara, a cute baby blue hairpin in your hair with an Operator symbol on it, a cute hot pink tutu, a cute purple diapie with a hole cut into it for your cute tail and and were cutely cuddling your cute stuffy Unicorny. These objects were the only things that remained from your box. The day you first arrived at the place the scientist peoples took every single other one of your possessions and set them on fire with a flamethrower before setting you on fire and beating you with the flamethrower. The peoples at the place were such meanie weanies to you. Every day since they found you did almost nothing but sleep, train to use your powers so you can defeat Zalgo, get experimented on and get the beatings. Every single day they would use all kinds of torture methods on you. Their ways of torturing you included giving you the beatings for 15-22 hours a day, tying both your hands and feet together and then throwing you in a washing machine at high speed, filling your diapie with broken glass and rusty nails without even changing it first, disintergrating your body with acid, cutting your eyes, arms and legs off and forcing you to eat them before they regenerated, setting you on fire and then throwing you into a shark tank, making you sleep on a bed of nails covered in fire ants suspended above a pit of venomous snakes, covering you in BBQ sauce and letting the guard dogs use you as a chew toy before breaking your limbs and shoving you headfirst into a meatgrinder, pouring a mixture of boiling water and gasoline directly into your eyes and making you eat green beans. When you weren't getting the beatings or being tortured you were training to uses your powers and be a more better fighter. Because of you're training and since you had aged, your chimera form grew into something more much more edgy and scary despite you still being an perfectly flawless, amazing, kind, nice, 2 year old adorable little ball of fluffy cuteness. In all of your forms (kitten, chimera and neko) you were completely and utterly indestructible and incapable of being harmed in absolutely any way shape or form whatsoever. As a younger baby kitten cub, your small teeth could only bite so much, mostly only being able to dig into and tear your opponents throats out without effort. Now every single tooth was sharp as swords and could instantly tear off entire limbs with one bite and also bite threw solid steel. Your claws as a younger baby kitten cub could do enough damage to make jagged lines across flesh, ripping any and all tissue or muscle in the way, but now your claws in both your cat, neko and chimera forms were strong enough to cut through time itself. Your meou as a younger baby kitten cub was extremely weak, only being able to make people's ears bleed if you wanted it to. Now you could make trillions of people's heads explode at once if you wanted it to. The fangs on your snake head had venom before and still constantly dripped the lethal chemical when you was in that form, but know the venom could instantly melt people into thin air with just one drop. Your goat head's horns were razor sharp, completely indestructible and had a lot of scratches from deflecting chainsaws, laser beams, swords, rocket launchers, baseball bats, nuclear missiles and any other weapon the scientist peoples could even try to hurt you with. All heads in your chimera form (lion, snake and goat) could breathe fire and you breath fire in your neko and kitten forms as well. Your cat ears could pick up even the slightest movement before, but now you could tune your ears so well you could hear the heartbeat of flies on the opposite side of the world. You eyesight was far more better than a normal human before, allowing you to take note of literally absolutely positiv;y every single tiny little thing around you but now it was so good you could make out the individual molecules of dust particles on other planets in other solar systems in other universes if you so desired. You could instantly regenerate from any wound and your regenerative powers was so great you could regenerate even if someone went back in time and erased you from existence. You were 19 trillion times faster than the speed of light, but the peoples only trained you for strength. That was literally the one only thing in the history of existence that didn't come naturally for you, but even then you completely excelled at it. Your senses and powers only further developed and increased even further with each passing nanosecond. Due to being able to make people's heads explode you're catchphrase is "I made a boom boom!" because all creepypastas need catchphrases. You weren't even out of diapers yet and already you were the most powerful being in the entire universe, 8,00000000000000000000000 times more powerful than Zalgo, Slenderman and every other creepypasta on Earth combined. According to the scientist peoples calculations, you'd be able to juggle planets with one finger and destroy entire universes with a sneeze at age 16! You only had an hour of playtime a day and since you only had 1 stuffy and no toys, rattles, bottles, sippy cups, catnip, etc. you weren't happy then very much either but were . The peoples only gave you a laptop to play with. On your laptop you mainly watched anime and listened to music while researching your fellow creepypastas. Today you were going onto the best and most reliable source of creepypasta information: Wattpad. You were listening to your favorite song as you read the extremely accurate and well written stories Wattpad had to offer. "Cwawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal!" you sang along as you browse the site. Suddenly the lead scientist people burst into the room and gave you his usual greeting: 945 roundhouse kicks to the face and 857 dropkicks to the stomach. Before you even had time to cry he grabbed your laptop and smashed it over you head until it breaked into a million billion zillion pieces. Then you cryed. The scientist people said "Kitten Child Cutie Pie Kawaii Chan the Killer I came two say that since it's your birthday we should gift you by using every single torture method at our disposal. You aren't getting any food today and no I don't care that you haven't had a single bite to eat in 6 months. Also you're getting the beatings right now before the experiments and training sessions. Also you have no play time anymore so I destroyed your computer. Stop crying you little brat this is all so you can defeat Zalgo." You and looked more at him very sadder and said "But it's Halloween! Which is also my birthday! I just tuwned two! You should be giving me cheesecake and waffles and pwesents and candy! YOUR A BIG DUM DUM MEANIE POO POO HEAD!" "WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUANGE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" the scientist people said before grabbed you by the bat wings and threw you headfirst into the solid steel door of your room 700000 times until you passed out. When you waked up the boo boos on your head caused you to cry and that was before you got the beatings. The scientist peoples took turns beating you with sledgehammers and crowbars for 7 hours then threw you hard onto the metal table and gave you 150000 shots before throwing you in the torture room. There they removed your onesie and attached electrodes to your tongue, eyes, cat ears, human ears, nipples, fingers, toes, tail, fangs, claws, eyelashes, wings and all 70, 109 of your tentacles and shocked you at an extremely high volume of electricity for 9 hours straight before trying literally every single torture method they've ever used on you and then they put your onesie back on you and threw you hard into the training room where you had to fight 100,000 highly trained ninjas carrying laser guns. You effortlessly defeated them with your powers in 5 seconds, 4 seconds longer than your usual training session. Because of this they attached you to to a machine that spanked you at supersonic speeds while punching you in the face at supersonic speeds, harshly pulling your extremely sensitive tail and cat ears and shocking you 1,000 times harder than the electrodes did at the same time for 7 hourss before beating you again and grabbing you roughly by the cat ears and threw you back into your room. You cuddled Unicorny to your chest tighter than anyone had ever cuddled a stuffy before and tried to cry but you cried so much during yur time at the place that you had completely ran out of all water in your body and were now crying black blood tears instead. "It's my biwthday Unicorny and they were so mean to me! They bwoke my laptop and made go hungwy again and beat me and shocked me and water -boawded me and set me on fire and thwew me in the shawk tank and made me dwink hot lava and even worse, they gave me no pwesents and cake for my biwthday or candy for Halloween! Instead I got boo boos and hurties and owie wowies! I feel like one giant boo boo Unicorny! WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIIIIIIIIIIDE!" you said to your cute little stuffy before falling asleep. Suddenly you woke up and heard a voice in you head (btw you had been driven completely and totally insane and now heard voices in your head. You were still sweet and cute though.) Just use your creepypasta powers to escape the place and defeat Zalgo, shorty. said the voice. This thought had never ever once crossed your mind once during the 18 months you had been at the place and tortured you. You hug Unicorny tight to you as you used your laser vision to melt through the door of your room and escape into the hallway and killed all 900 armed gards with your tentacles in 5 nanoseconds before turn into your chimera form. "I MADE A BOOM BOOM!" you said before started ramming people to death with your goat head before biting them with your snake head and poising them causing them all to melt. You tearing people apart with your claws, tentacles and lion head fangs while firing laser beams in your eyes from all directions and breathing fire from all 3 heads and exploding people's heads with your meou all at once. After brutally murdering every single one of the scientist peoples in a very edgy yet kawaii desu way and eating their corpses you drew Operator symbols, kittens, little knives, puppies, pentagrams, flowers, 666 symbols and smiley faces on the wall in the scientist's blood. Despite you being a 2 year old doodling on walls with human blood your art skills far surpassed the likes of Pablo Picasso and Vincent Van Gogh in it's beauty and excellency. Anyway you teleported to Zalgo's dimension and killed him in 1 nanosecond in your kitten form with no powers and both hands tied behind your back then went back to the place. After that you left the place and go in the woods and started playing with Unicorny until you saw a tall faceless man standing in front of you. He went "Aww" upon seeing you. He had a nice smell, you instantly loved everything about him with absolutely positively every single tiny little fiber of your being and completly forgot about your real parents as you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him as your father figure. You imediantly grabbed Unicorny and ran up to Slenderman. "Is it really you, Slender-Chan?" she said. "Yes." he said. "Is it twue that you're a kind cawing nuwturing father figure, Masky-Chan's a bwown haired blue eyed shy cheesecake obsessed teenage pwoxy, Hoodie-Chan's a stuttering shy pwoxy who's madly in love of Masky-chan, Ticci Toby-Chan's extwemly hyper and can't talk about anything besides waffles, Ben-Chan's a pewverted video game obsessed stoner whose last name Dwowned and who's madly in love with Jeff the Killer-Chan, Smile Dog-Chan's an adorable wittle puppy that Jeffy-chan keeps as a pet, Sally-Chan's a compwetely flawless shining pawagon of humanity who's instantly wuved by evewyone she comes acwoss and always get's what she wants no matter what just like me, Laughing Jack-Chan's a wovable candy obsessed dope who wuves kids and that all the cweepypastas live in a big beautiful mansion as a big happy loving family who constantly take wandom people to live in the mansion and be part of the family?" she said. "Yes it is and could you tell me more about yourself, child?" he said. "My name is y/n but my cweepypasta name is Kitten Child Cutie Pie Kawaii Chan the Killer. This is my stuffy Unicorny. I'm a 2 year old neko who was given powers too defeet Zalgo, which I dwid. My likes are stuffies, wattles, puppies, kitties, ponies, chew toys, bottles, dollies, cheesecake, waffles, cawtoons, candy, tea pawties, fishies, being held, yarn balls, soft petting of my tail and cat ears, cuddles, warm hugs, positivity, killing innocent people and eating their corpses, unicorns, cwean diapies and cute things. My dislikes are meanie weanies, not getting what I want, other people getting more attention than me, veggie weggies, dirty diapies, and cweepy things. My theme song is How Could This Happen to Me? by Simple Plan. My stats are stwength: 10/10, speed: 10/10, intwelligence: 10/10, cuteness: OVER 9000 out of 10! LULZ RANDOM XD! I'm gonna call you papa-chan, Slender-Chan. I'm a mur-dle-ler.. murder. Murdererer. Uh, I'm a killer papa-chan! So you should take me to the mansion and make me part of the creepypasta family, especially since I'm your daughter now! Also my hair-pin is your mark! Therefore I are now your child!" you said pointing to your hairpin. You then said "Oh and my cathphwase is "I MADE A BOOM BOOM!" because I can make people's heads expwode with my meou! I also say it when my diapie need to be changed! Now can you pwease take me to the mansion and make me part of the family papa-chan?" Slenderman, in tears, picks you up and held you in front of his faceless face. "Kitten Child, you are the literally the single absolute most greatest thing I've ever seen in my several thousand years of life. Nothing has or will ever surpass your greatness. Im glad you're my daughter now. Not only will I make you part of the creepypasta family, but I'll make you the new leader of the creepypastas and the top priority over any single other thing in my life." he said. You gasp. "Does that mean you'll have tea parties with me and give me cute onesies to wear and sing me wullabies and give me bathy wathies and watch Naruto: Shippedun with me and give me huggles and kissies and bwow waspberries on my tummy tums and obey my every single whim or command without question, papa-chan?" you said. "Of Course Kitten child." he said. This insttally caused you to gurgle, purr, mew, meou and giggle loudly in a way that was very cute and adorable but also extremly demonic and scary at the same time. "Yep. Your the cutest killer ever." Slenderman said before teleporting to the mansion with you. Inside the mansion Splendorman, Trenderman, Sexual Offenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Clockwork, Sally, Ben Drowned, Smile Dog, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Lost Silver, Glitchy Red, Sonic. exe, Tails Doll, Bloody Painter, Jason the Toymaker, Homicidal Liu, Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, the other Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jana the Killer, Charlie the Killer, Cleo the Killer, Jessica the Killer, Jessie the Killer, Jess the Killer, Cassie the killer, Camille the Killer, Jenn the Killer, Jenny the Killer, White the Killer, Kyle the Killer, John the Killer, Jenna the Killer, Ray the Killer, Poopsy the Killer, Ashley the Killer, the Puppeteer and Jaimy the Killer were all standing there waiting for Slenderman. "Waffles waffles waffles." said Ticci Toby. "Cheesecake cheesecake cheesecake." said Masky. "Kidneys kidneys kidneys." said Eyeless Jack. "Video games video games video games." said Ben Drowned. "Candy candy candy." said Laughing Jack. "Cutesy cutesy cute cute cute!" said Sally.

Then Slenderman teleports into room with you in his arms. All the creepypastas went aww when they see you and instantly loved you because of how amazing and adorable you are and were happy you were part of the creepypasta family. "Hi everyone this is Kitten Child Cutie Pie Kawaii Chan the killer. She is a 2 year old neko. She is also the new leader of the creepypasta family and is the most dangerous killer on earth." Slenderman said. "You mean this sweet, little, tiny, cute, adorable, perfect, flawless, amazing, astounding, wonderful, kawaii desu little baby neko kitten cub is more dangerous than every other creepypasta in the universe?" Cleo the Killer said. "Yes she killed Zalgo." Slenderman said. "Wow." the creepypastas said. "Welcome to the family, Kitten Child. Do you have anything to say, Kitten Child." Slenderman said. "Thank meou!" you said.

(Oh by the way this is what you looks like at the end):

#old stuff from my deviantart #trollpasta

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wolfjustdraws · 6 years ago

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Single Daddy Issues - Lockwood x Lucy 1

“1st Day at Kindergarten”- Lockwood x Lucy

Lockwood and Co. Series

Summary: Gotta like the teacher!

AU: SingleDaddyAU!

—————Lockwood—————

“You’ve got your lunchbox, dear?”

“Yes daddy”

“And your crayons?”

“Yes daddy”

“And you brought your blanky?”

“Yes daddy”

I drove down the highway stealing glances on my rearview mirror at the little girl that sat on my car’s backseat: my beautiful daughter, Juniper Lockwood.

Ever since I was in high school, I knew what I’d dedicate my life to; my father’s law firm. I had carefully planned my whole life so that I would get the best grades in high school, go to the best college in London, or if possible somewhere abroad, graduate with honors and start my professional career as the family’s business new boss.

My plans hadn’t fail me; I met all my expectations with ease and was soon appointed the CEO of Lockwood and Co., but, you know how people say that there’s our plans and life’s plans for us? And life always gets away with what it wants?

Well, that is exactly what happened to me: one moment my ex-girlfriend from college was at the door of my apartment, and the next moment I had my arms full with a one-year-old girl this woman claimed was mine. And according to the medical tests I took, she was mine.

This was a terrible turn of events for me. I suddenly had to provide for myself and a brat I did not wanted! That’s where my sister, Jessica, came up.

I told her what happened and she came to see me a week after the incident. She had been absolutely delighted to see how much resemblance there was between me and the girl, spent almost an hour cooing at the baby.

Jessica offered me an easy way out of the situation; she’d take the girl away and raise her as her own with her husband and her other kids. Little Juniper would never know she was mine: to her I’d only be uncle Anthony. I had been so tempted to say yes, but by then I had already spent a week tending to the little headache, and honestly, I had started to understand what parents felt like. The joy and pride they got from their children. I suddenly understood why my sister put up with her baby sons.

So, of course I rejected the offer, and promised myself and my baby girl I’d make it work, somehow, someway, even if I was a single dad. After all, money was not an issue.

Today, four years later, was her first day at kindergarten, and I was honestly more nervous than she was. The company had been growing lately and I’d been very busy overseeing all new changes, and even though Jessica was always happy to look after Juniper, I knew she’d have to go to school soon. Just, why so soon?

My deputy, Quill Kipps, suggested this little day care, Little Angel Childcare Center, where his son, Bobby, is currently attending. For what I understood, it was a small but very reputable kindergarten, with excellent reviews, numerous certifications and diplomas, and was actually close to my workplace, but that was as far as my knowledge went. Jessica had made me the favor of attending the school tour for parents and kids and taking the enrollment package, since, due to my overpacked schedule, I hadn’t been able to go. She assured me it was a fine school, but I needed to see this place for myself.

I pulled on the parking lot and took an eyeful of the place. It was a small building, walls painted with bright rainbows and clouds and smiling suns. The playground outside was spacious, with hard plastic houses, sand pits, slides and swing sets. Other cars were parked here as well, with mothers and fathers helping their children off the car and taking them to the building, some kids crying and some others happy.

I took a deep breath and walked out of the car, opening the backseat’s door to help my daughter off her baby seater.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” I asked her one last time. Juniper looked at the building’s door where people entered and disappeared, then back at me with her big, brown eyes.

“Yes daddy”

“All right then, take my hand” The sight of unruly children was everywhere: running around the playground, the parking lot, the halls, crying or laughing, being pulled or chased by their annoyed parents. I made a mental reminder to praise Juniper later for being so well-behaved; cook her favorite dinner, and maybe watch a Disney movie with her before bedtime.

“Hey, Junie!” A woman greeted us as we walked down the hall. She was short, very short indeed, with brown hair, also cut short. She wore a sweater and a skirt over leggings, and a light yellow apron on top. Couldn’t be older than twenty “Welcome to your first day of class”

“Hi miss” Juniper shyly waved her tiny hand at her.

“You don’t have to greet the janitor, dear” I told my daughter. The woman raised an eyebrow and frowned, before grinning slyly at me.

“I am Juniper’s teacher” She said and pointed to the apron “This is just the uniform” Oh dear. My face heated up in embarrassment, but I decided to put it aside for appearance’s sake, so I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Lucy Carlyle. Very polite girl you’ve got here” She said as she ruffled Juniper’s freshly combed hair “You must be Anthony Lockwood, her dad. Though, you look kinda young to be a father”

And she looked much too young to be a fully licensed teacher, let me tell you!

“Yes, she is my daughter” I said putting my best business smile “Can I speak with the principal?”

“Headmistress Munro is not here right now” She said as she turned and guided us to the classroom, which’s floor was covered in colorful foam, with tiny table and chairs here and there. There were toys bins on one side of the room and bookshelves on the other, plus a TV on one of the walls “But I’m assuming there’ll be a few things you want to know before leaving Juniper in our care”

“Yes, are you a fully licensed teacher? Have you been trained in child psychology?”

“I’m majored in it” She said proudly “Mrs Jessica told us about your daughter, man, she’ll be okay here”

“What kind of snacks do you provide the kids with?”

“Biscuits, tea, milk, fruit, sometimes cake, and for those who stay in the afternoon hours, we give them a healthy meal at midday, its all supervised by the nutritionist” She listed off by memory and smiled “And, because I know you’ll ask, we do provide gluten-free options. But I see she brought her own lunch box”

“Daddy, can I play with the toys?” I heard Juniper ask quietly beside me.

“In a moment, darling” I pointed to the toy bins and eyed it suspiciously “How often are those cleaned?”

“We clean all the toys before morning starts, after class hours, during nap time and whenever any of them gets too dirty” Lucy took a doll from the bin my daughter her been eyeing and gave it to me so I could inspect it. I guess it was decent “She is your first child, isn’t she? That’s why you’re so, neurotic?” The teacher asked me with a smile.

I tried my best to look offended off my cavalries, but ended up sighing and racking a hand through my hair. My worries passed from leaving my daughter in this place to leaving my daughter with this careless woman. Why had Kipps suggested this place?

“I just want my daughter to be safe” I muttered. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, then patted my shoulder in empathetic manner.

“It alright, that’s what every parent wants, but you’re making this place look like some kind of horror movie orphanage, and I think you’re scaring her” I looked down to my little Juniper. She was wearing her Sleeping Beauty dress, her favorite Disney princess, with little dress shoes and pink socks. Her hand was still in mine, gripping it tightly in her own seek for comfort.

“Well, I’ll leave you to say your goodbyes, class will start in a few minutes” Lucy turned around and walked out of the room, calling for the kids to get inside.

I kneeled down on the foamed ground and cupped my daughter’s cheeks, her tiny hands coming to my hands.

“Daddy loves you, ok?” I said as reassuring as I could manage. June nodded her head firmly “If anything happens, if you’re not comfortable or if someone’s not being nice with you, just tell someone to call me and I’ll be here to pick you right away, alright?” Again she nodded her little head “Be nice”

“I will, daddy” I hugged her tightly and covered her forehead in kisses, making her giggle adorably. To pull away from the hug was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it eventually had to end. I stood my full height and turned to the teacher once again.

“I’ll leave you my number so you can call me if my daughter needs anything” I said, still in a business manner, but she still looked as cool as if she was at the beach. Goddamit, what do I have to do to make this woman to understand that my daughter was no joke?! “Give me your number as well”

“All right” Lucy took a piece of paper and wrote her number there, accepting the work card I gave her in which I wrote my number “Try calling at 10:00 or 12:00, that’s when we have playtime and lunch, and if you want to call during afternoon, I’d say you do between 3:00 and 4:00, we do arts and crafts then and play outside. I can’t assure you I’ll always be able to pick up, but if I don’t, just call the school”

“Well, if Juniper needs anything and I can’t pick up, just call Lockwood and Co.; my secretary will get me”

“Oh, you’re a lawyer?” Now, this information usually worked when you wanted to make someone respect you or fear you, and that was what I wanted; for her to understand that I was not all smiles and jokes when it came to my daughter. However, she didn’t seem the slightly bit affected by that knowledge, and only smiled again “That’s great! Well, I’d love to keep chatting, but class is in session, so I have to ask you to leave”

With one last glance at my baby girl playing sitting with her blanky on her lap, I walked out of the classroom. Once I was back in my car, I sighed worriedly and allowed myself to cry a little. Only a little.

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