#ready to read with pooh

[psychedelic-charm]

Waiting at the Window

These are my two drops of rain Waiting on the window-pane.

I am waiting here to see Which the winning one will be.

Both of them have different names. One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worst Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze. He's the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin. He's the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on. Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last. James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane. James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear. John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough? (James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has hurried quickly by. (James was talking to a fly.)

John is there, and John has won! Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

-A.A. Milne, Now We Are Six

[fullmetalscullyy]

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[nonranghaes]

heads up: reader didn't have a great childhood (implications of being poor, implications of reader no longer having contact with their parents).

sometimes you think seokmin is... really, really good for you. he's the kind of person who listens, who holds you (both when you need it and just to be close to you), who doesn't seem to let little things stop him. he's funny, and charismatic, and he feels like he's everything you just aren't. but above all else, seokmin is your biggest supporter.

and it becomes glaringly obvious just how true that is when he sees you staring in at a toy store, his jacket now hugged against your chest (he'd draped it over your shoulders when he saw you shiver), longing for something long lost. he slowly came back to your side, peering in as well as he followed your gaze to a winnie the pooh plushie, sitting happily among the others. he glances at the doors, just to make sure the store is still open... and then he turns to you again.

"i'll buy it for you," he says, smiling. he tucks his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels. "we can keep him in my car while we eat dinner, if you're worried about that--"

you shake your head. "it's silly," you say, letting out a sigh. "i just remembered how badly i wanted one as a kid. that's all."

it isn't the first time seokmin has seen that longing look in your eyes, either. sometimes, you'll be walking through the mall, and he'll see the way you stop and see children's decor before frowning to yourself, mumbling about how you wish you could have decorated your room like that as a kid. books in stores that you sigh and sometimes say you wish you could have read when you were a kid--like that series about the kid who's the son of a greek god or something. every time, you answer with the same thing: money was tight. space was tight. you didn't exactly get to decorate your room since it wasn't exactly your room then. you haven't said much more, but seokmin knows he'll be right there to listen when you're ready to tell him more.

"so? you can still get one." seokmin chuckles a little as he takes your face into his hands, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "do you want it?"

shyly, you nod.

"then wait here."

you watch as he heads into the store, already making a beeline for the silly little bear that you have a soft spot for. he reaches up, pulling one down before he looks at you through the window, raising the plush's paw to wave at you. it makes you smile (seokmin's really good at that, you think), and you watch as he carries him over to the checkout.

is this what it's like to be loved...? it still feels new to you sometimes, no matter how much your friends love you. but you think if life can be this sweet, you never want to stop feeling it now as you choose your loved ones, none of them bound to you by blood.

you think you like it better that way anyway.

[collector-of-sticks]

Hiya, bub. Let’s get you ready for a nap <3

Let’s start by getting you into some comfy pyjamas~ I hope you like Winnie the Pooh ☺️

Would you like to hold my cookie cow? Oh! You’re sucking on your thumb. Here, have a paci! I personally find this brand to be very comfortable on the face <3

I’ve got some warm milk to help you become extra sleepy.

Pick a story and I’ll read it to you. I personally loved Tom Kitten as a kid ^v^

And finally, into bed you go. Fresh sheets from the drier too - so it should be extra comfy.

Have a good nap, my sweet <3

I hope someone finds this comforting :))

[railingsofsorrow]

tiny

[spencer reid]

summary: diana reid has her dad wrapped around her pinky

pairing: none

warnings/content: dad & daughter moments; minor character death (mentioned)

a/n: stay with this fluffy blurb with dad!spencer. I wrote this at 1am trying to sleep. sorry I've been MIA I've been really busy with uni :(

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spencer is too absorbed in the doctor who's episode playing on tv to properly pay attention to his surroundings. but he does, either way, because the soft pitter-patter of small feet following to the living room in a rapid pace is engrained into his brain.

so when the small body of his five year old jumps on his stomach, causing him to let out a huff in mock surprise, he already knows the drill.

he knows all of diana's tells and quirks when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

“hi, tiny.”

the little girl squirms on top of him, pursing her lips in a pout that makes spencer wants to fit her in his pocket.

“'m not tiny, daddy.”

“okay.” his lips twitches as he attempts to fix her messy honey brown curls. it's foolish. she got his hair and that's a fact. “can't sleep? I just tucked you in.”

“it's been forty-five minutes and fourteen seconds, daddy.” she retorts, sitting up on his stomach to cross her arms to make her look invincible. “fourteen seconds when I leave my bed.”

“when you left your bed?” spencer corrects her english while adjusting her winnie the pooh pajamas because it's all crooked.

ever since she learned how to count and how to learn the time — spencer taught her the latter one time when they were waiting in the doctor's office and she just kept asking every time she saw a clock on the wall — she's been ready to tell him whenever he's late to pick her up from school or literally use it as an argument to prove he's wrong about something.

“are you not sleepy anymore?”

she gives him a tight-lipped smile he feels like looking in the mirror every time. “no.”

spencer bops her nose and pats his chest. she lays down with a giddy smile, curling up against his chest, half her body resting against the couch. spencer remembers when she was too tiny he was scared she would fall off if he as much as moved an inch.

his heart pinches at the thought that his little girl is growing up.

“daddy,” diana whispers, he knows a request is coming.

“mhm?”

“play that episode?”

spencer stretches his arm with difficulty to grab the remote. they may have watched the episode around twenty seven times, but she loves it and he can't say he's tired. if anything, it will help her to sleep again.

“can we light a candle for grandma tomorrow?”

spencer is rubbing her back soothingly and he can feel she's about to drift off when she asks the question. we light a candle for the ones who have passed, so we talk to them. it helps when we miss them. he told diana once when she was trying to grasp the fact that some people that used to be around her were no longe there. she doesn't fully get the concept of death yet, she's too young. but lighting a candle not only brings her comfort but provides it for spencer, too.

like an old friend once told him it would.

“do you want to do it now?” he asks, tone of voice bordering on a whisper to not disturb her.

diana usually holds two of his fingers when she's falling asleep. spencer read a study that toddlers often search for sensations familiar to them as babies. touching and skin-to-skin contact, for instance. these behaviours are a result of forming neural pathways and helping a child feel a sense of security.

she doesn't answer him, just holds his fingers with her tiny hands as her soft snores take over. he watches his daughter fall asleep with a soft smile on his lips, hands cradling her to his chest. at last, he kisses the crown of her head and turns his neck to watch the rest of the doctor who episode he already knows every line of.

diana doesn't wake up in the middle of the night again, she's fast asleep, drooling when he walks up to her bedroom before he goes to his.

he can't help but linger at the doorway, thinking about what he wants to say to his mom tomorrow when they light up the candle and if she would be proud of him today.

he hopes she is.

[lee-laurent]

Replacing Me - Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke and Tori's relationship becomes more serious, but maybe John isn't as okay with it as he thought

content: fluff, angst, past relationships, oc x ex!john marino, money issues, mentions of sex but no actual smut, arguing, physical fighting (not between any couples)

wc: 2.9k

notes: PART 3 of 'Done Trying'!! So go ahead and read the first two parts if you haven't! 'Done Trying' and 'Past Relationships' !! I'm loving writing this series!! Super excited to write this one!! I love writing Tori and Luke's relationship. But get ready for some angst between John and Luke in this one!! Enjoy!!!

Tori tossed and turned, making the boy next to her grumble. He furrowed his brow, rolling over to face her.

"Go to sleep," he slurred with his eyes closed.

"I can't."

"Mm," he moaned, his snores filling the air once more. Tori rolled her eyes, flipping onto her side for the hundredth time. John let out a deep sigh, throwing an arm over her waist, pulling her into his chest. She gasped, but made no attempt to escape him. He slow rise and fall of his chest, lulled her into a sense of security and finally she was able to sleep.

Well... for a bit at least.

"MAMA!" wails filled the apartment, seeming even louder through the baby monitor on the bedside table. "MAMAAAA!"

"I've got him," John stretched, presssing a kiss to Tori's cheek. He pulled himself out of the bed, padding down the hall to Riley's room.

"Shhh. It's okay, Ri-Ri. Daddy's here."

Tori would never admit it, but hearing John speak to Riley made her heart swell. He was so sweet with their son, never raising his voice, never getting cross. He was the best dad that she could ask for. And it made her want to jump his bones. She shook her head, she shouldn't think of John like that. She's seeing Luke now.

But John's sleepy voice sounded so hot coming through the baby monitor. She groaned, shoving her head in her pillow. Maybe she was just horny.

"Shhh. Everything's okay. Mama and Dada are here," John rocked the toddler back and forth, patting his back soothingly. "Dada's here. I'm not going anywhere."

Five minutes later, John was back in the bed, spooning his ex-girlfriend. Riley had settled pretty quickly compared to most nights and the couple couldn't have been happier to get their rest.

"Thanks, babe," Tori mumbled sleepily.

"No worries. That's what I'm here for," John yawned, tucking his head in the crook of Tori's neck.

And for the first time in weeks, Riley slept until 7 in the morning.

"MAMA!"

"Coming baby!" Tori exclaimed, pulling Riley out of his crib. "How'd you sleep? Did Winnie the Pooh give you good dreams?"

Riley nodded, hugging his stuffed animal to his chest.

"Dada!"

"Hi, baby!"

Tori turned, blushing slightly at the shirtless John standing in the doorway. He smirked, noticing the redness on her cheeks.

"Dada! Home!"

"Yeah, Dada's at our house! Isn't that crazy?"

"Cwazy!"

"Let's get you into some clean clothes! You okay to make breakast, John?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "We have an afternoon practice. But I'll be home for dinner."

"Sounds good!"

"Hey, Johnny! Running a little late today?" Nico laughed. Most of the boys were already dressed in their gear when John entered the Devils locker-room.

"Yeah, sorry. Riley was upset I was going."

"Riley?"

"Hm? Yeah, staying at Tori's for a bit. Working on getting Riley on a set bedtime routine."

"Oh. How'd you sleep?"

"Actually pretty well, considering we have a two-year-old in the house," he chuckled, throwing on his pads.

"You're staying at Tori's?" Luke asked, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. Ri's been having some trouble sleeping."

"How long you staying?" Nico asked, not sensing the tension obviously coming from Luke.

"Two weeks... ish. Until we can get him down for a full night and keep it that way."

"Might be able to rekindle the relationship, eh, Johnny," Dawson laughed, clapping his teammate on the back. Luke frowned, the laces of his skates suddenly becoming much more interesting than the conversation at hand.

"Who knows," John laughed awkwardly, taping his socks.

"Let's go boys!" Lindy's voice echoed through the room, calling the boys onto the ice.

Luke was off all practice. His passes were shit and every shot he attempted on net missed. He noticed the worried looks from his brother and captain, but shrugged them off not wanting any attention on him. Did everyone want John and Tori to get back together? He didn't know much about their relationship before he joined the team. Maybe they were a power couple and that's why everyone wanted them together. Maybe everyone thought that he and Tori would be a bad match. Maybe they thought Luke was trying to replace John in Riley's life. Maybe...

"Luke! You good? I've called your name like four times," Jack waved his hand in front of his brother's face, driving down the street to their apartment.

"Huh? I'm fine."

"You sure? You didn't seem like your head was in it at practice."

"No, I'm fine. Just an off day, ya know?"

"Sure do. But, I'm here if you ever wanna talk about anything."

"I know, Jack," Luke forced a smile, checking his phone to see if Tori had responded to the text he'd sent two days before. But still there was nothing. Not even a thumb up. Just radio silence.

"'ockey!" Riley cheered, running in circles around the carpet in the living room. Tori was hoping he'd wear himself down enough to sleep all night. She'd put on a random highlight video of Sidney Crosby she'd found on YouTube and Riley was eating it up. "'ockey!"

John was standing in the kitchen, watching the scene unfold while we ate some leftover chicken parm. He'd done an extra training session with Holtzy that day and had missed dinner, much to his dismay because Tori had made his favourite.

"Let's use our inside voice, Riley. What if Ms. Nelson is trying to sleep?" Tori warned. Ms. Nelson was the elderly woman that lived across the hall. She'd been the biggest help over the last two years, especially in navigating motherhood. Tori wasn't sure she'd have been able to do it without her neighbour. She was like a third grandma to Riley.

Riley raised a finger to his mouth, "Shhh."

"That's right. We're quiet when people are sleeping. Let's use our quiet voice while we play. Okay?"

"O-tay, Mama."

"Good boy," she grinned, ruffling his dark curls. She quickly flipped over her phone that buzzed, skimming over the text from Luke, before placing it down on the table. She wasn't trying to ignore Luke. She just wasn't sure he'd understand the current situation, seeing as he wasn't a parent himself. Maybe she'd made a mistake by starting something with a 20-year-old. She was also trying not to use her phone as much in front of Riley. She and John didn't want him growing up depending on a screen for entertainment. He got a bit of TV time in the morning and a bit in the evening before bed but that was it. He didn't have a tablet, like many of the kids that Tori had seen at her parenting classes.

"Dada! Play!"

"I'm coming," John smiled, putting his empty plate in the sink. This was the first time he'd noticed that Tori's apartment didn't have a dishwasher. Did she do all the dishes by hand? She must have.

Tori clicked off the TV, watching her son sit criss-cross across from his dad. She placed the little bin of farm toys between the two, pressing a kiss to Riley's head, brushing some curls from his eyes.

"I'm going to take a bath. You alright with him for half an hour?"

"Of course. Enjoy your bath, Vic."

Vic. That wasn't a name that left John's mouth often. It was always "Tori" or "Victoria." Vic had been a name he used when they were dating. And the sound of it made her heart break a bit.

She had just settled into her steaming hot bath when her phone started ringing, ruining her peace. She sighed, flipping it over to see Luke's name flashing across the screen. She let it ring through, placing it back down on the counter. With her book and a glass of wine, she finally got a moment to relax. Maybe life with John was better than she remembered.

"Luke. I know you're not alright. What's going on?" Jack nagged, knocking his shoulder with Luke's.

"I... Tori hasn't been answering me."

"She's got a kid, Rusty. She never answers her phone."

"She was before John moved back in with her."

"Family bonding time?" Jack shrugged, "Don't let it get to you this much. You guys aren't even officially dating."

"So? I thought we were getting somewhere."

"Tori's hard to read. If I've learned anything from John, it's that. And Riley is her main focus in life. Nothing comes before Riley, including answering her texts."

"But she doesn't even answer at night when Riley's probably in bed."

"Dude, that's her time to relax. John told me that Riley has been a nightmare child recently. Give her some time. I'm sure she'll come around."

Luke just sighed, checking his phone again to see if she'd answered. Nothing.

John had taken Riley for walk, giving Tori some very much needed alone time. She was going through some emails when her phone rang again.

Luke Hughes

Accept. Decline.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, Tori. How've you been?" Luke sounded nervous.

"I'm alright. Yourself?"

"Okay. I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout again sometime."

"Oh, um, yeah. I just... I'm kinda busy with Riley right now. He's been a bit of a handful."

"I, uh, I could come help out.... if you want."

"That's really nice of you to offer, Luke. But John's here helping out."

"Oh. Are you... are you guys getting back together?"

Tori pinched the bridge of her nose, "No, Luke. You know what, let's go out tonight."

"Really?"

"Really," she smiled.

"You- you can come here! Jack's going out with some friends."

"Wow. Bold, Hughes. You trying to sleep with me?" she giggled.

"What?! No! No! That's not- that's not what I meant!"

"I know. I'm just teasing. I'll be over around 7. I just need to make sure that John has everything to put Ri to bed. Sound good?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"We're home!"

"We 'ome!"

"My boys are home!" Tori grinned, spinning Riley around in her arms. "How was the park?"

"We 'ide!"

"You went on the slide?"

"Yeah," Riley clapped, running off to play with his Duplo.

"How was he?"

"So good. A few tears when I told him he couldn't have two snacks before dinner. But besides that, all was well."

"He use the bathroom?"

"Yep!"

"Riley! Good job, baby! Such a big boy!"

"Tank 'oo, Mama!"

"I, uh, I'm going to Luke's for a bit tonight."

"Hughes?"

"Yeah."

"That's still going on?"

"Why... why wouldn't it be?"

"I thought... never mind."

"No. You thought what?"

"You were focusing on our family right now."

"Am I not allowed to take some time for myself?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Victoria. Don't twist my words."

"Then what are you saying, John?"

"You just... I gave you the whole day to have time for yourself."

"And I appreciate that. But I spent it working to make money to support me and our child."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I can give you more money if you need it?" he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't want your pity money, John."

"It's not pity money! I'm giving it so you and our son can have a good life."

"Are you saying that I'm not giving our son a good life?" her eyes started to water.

"No! God! Why do you always twist my fucking words?!"

"Don't swear in front of Riley!"

"Go to Luke's."

"What?"

"GO!"

Tori was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand when Luke opened the door. His eyes widening when he saw the state she was in.

"Tori? I, uh, I wasn't expecting you for another two hours."

"I'm sorry. I just, uh, I had an argument with John. Can I come in?" she sniffled.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry. Come in, come in."

The two of them got comfortable on the couch, Luke wrapping his arm around her smaller frame.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"If you don't mind," she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Of course I don't."

"He, uh, he accused me of not taking time for our family. That I'm taking too much time for myself."

"That's not true. You spend so much time worrying about Riley. God, I didn't hear from your for a week! Riley's your number one priority."

"John can't see that," the tears started back up. "Then he offered me money. But, I felt like he was accusing me of not providing enough for Riley. I just... does he think I'm a bad mom?"

"Shh, Tori. You're not a bad mom. You- you're an amazing mom! Riley always looks so happy when I see him! You're like the best mom ever... well maybe after my mom, but... you get the point."

She giggled through her tears, listening to Luke's heartbeat for comfort.

"Thanks, Luke. I'm sorry. This probably wasn't what you were expecting."

"It's fine, Tori. Any time spent with you is good enough for me."

"You're too sweet," she sighed, meeting his eyes. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Do you want to spend the night here?" he offered.

"I-"

"Don't worry. John's got Riley. He'll be fine."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You'll never be a bother to me, Victoria."

Was it too soon to be in love with this man? Because Victoria could feel herself falling already.

"I'll stay then," she smiled sadly, pressing another kiss to his lips. He hummed, kissing her back.

"Should we watch a movie?" he asked, not wanting it to seem like he was taking advantage of her when she was down.

"Sure," she smiled. What a gentleman.

Tori woke up to fifty texts and ten missed calls from John.

Are you coming home?

Hello?

Victoria

Victoria?

Are you okay?

I shouldn't have yelled. Please come back.

I got Riley to sleep, I think.

Hey?

Vic?

Please come home.

Vic?

Please.

I'm sorry

Vic?

Text me when you see these please

Riley slept through the night

I need you here from I leave for practice. For Riley. Not for me.

Victoria, don't be like this. Riley needs his mom

She attempted to pull away from Luke, but he was quick to pull her back into his chest.

"Don't go," he mumbled sleepily.

"I've gotta go, babe. You've got practice. And I have a toddler that needs his mom."

"Five more minutes."

"Luke," she giggled, flipping in his arms. She ran a hand through his curls, her fingers catching on a couple knots. "God, your hair is almost as bad as Riley's."

"Mmm."

"Come on, sleepyhead. Rise and shine."

He slowly opened his eyes, smiling cheekily at the girl in his arms. He leaned to give her a kiss, but was quickly rejected.

"I have morning breath."

"I don't care."

"Luke!" she squealed as he pressed kisses all over her face. "Luke!"

"I'll see you later?" he asked, finally getting a peck on the lips.

"Of course. I'll text you."

"Will you? Last time you said that you ignored me for a week."

"It was a long week, Lukey. I'll text you. I promise," she intertwined her pinky with this, finally pulling herself out of bed.

"Victoria! You're home! Thank God! I was getting worried," John rambled, running a hand through his hair. Tori could tell from how dishevelled it was, that he'd been doing that for a while.

"Of course, I am. I live here in case you forgot," she sassed, throwing her keys in the little bowl on the counter.

"Ri's been worried about you. He said I don't his 'babas' right."

"You probably don't," she shrugged, cooing at her son in his booster seat. "Hi, baba! Mama's home. She just had to go see a friend for a bit."

"You stay at Ally's?" John asked, picking up a piece of egg that Riley had chucked on the floor.

"No."

"Then who- you stayed at Luke's?"

"It's frankly none of your business, John."

He sighed, "You know what, I'm going to practice. I might be home after. If I feel like it. Since that's what we're doing now."

Riley cried as the door slammed shut, just making Tori angrier. God, now she remembered why shit with John didn't work out.

John stormed into the locker room, his target locked in on. Luke Warren Hughes. Number 43. Who was sat innocently in his stall, laughing at something his brother had said.

"You think it's okay to sleep with Tori?" John fumed, pushing the boy's shoulder. Luke was taken by surprise, falling backwards into the wall.

"What?"

"You think it's okay to take my child's mother away for night?! Leave me having NO idea where she is?! Huh?!"

"John-"

"Stay out of it!" he seethed. Luke stood up, puffing his chest out. If John wanted a fight, then a fight he'd get. "You think it's fine to whore around with Tori?"

"She needed me. You made her cry, if I'm remembering correctly," Luke shot back.

"She isn't supposed to need you! She's supposed to need me!" John pushed him again, earning a shove in return. Everyone was gathered around, silently watching.

"Well, you're doing a shit job at supporting her!"

That was it, John lurched forward, tackling Luke to the ground. His fist connected with the rookie's jaw. Another punch, this time from Luke. Another. Another.

"ENOUGH!" Nico pulled John off, holding him back. Jack grabbed Luke with the help of Dawson. Luke spat some blood on the floor, breathing heavily. He wanted nothing more than to make John feel the pain that he had made Tori feel emotionally the night before.

The locker room fell into silence, suddenly the door swung open.

"What is going on here?!"

[chrisevansonly]

𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 & 𝑩𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

ʚ harry styles x female reader

ʚ nothing will ever compare to bath time with your little one

ʚ no warnings just fluffy dad! harry:)

ʚ thank you to one of my anons for sending in a bunch of requests, this isn’t for harry’s angel just a cute little stand-alone of dadrry because we can never have enough, just a little fic for now, i still feel like my writing is shit🙃

The bathroom smelt like lavender and vanilla, bubbles coating the water softly as your baby girl lay in her bath chair, the warm water just barely covering her tummy. Aria smiled up at her dad, her eyes watching him curiously as he brought a cup of warm water up and let it cascade over her.

“you like the warm water don’t you petal?”

Harry was sure Aria could understand him at this point, even if he knew she couldn’t, nothing would convince him otherwise. Bath time had been a ritual between the father an daughter since she was born, you were more than happy to watch them, sat comfortably along the side of the tub.

“yeah, feels nice doesn’t it? nice and warm, you’re gonna smell so good”

Aria let out a few giggles as Harry scooped up some bubbles in his hands and blew them over her head, the smile never leaving her tiny face for a minute

“she is just the sweetest thing isn’t she?”

Turning to smile at you Harry nodded

“sweet as can be, can’t believe she’s all ours too…”

Humming in agreement you let yourself focus back on the now very squirmy baby in the bathtub, a spitting image of her dad in every way. The curls slowly starting to come out every day that passed by, his nose, his eyes, she was Harry’s twin.

“she might be getting cold H, i’ll grab her towel”

Getting up you walked to warmer on the far wall, her winnie the pooh towel hanging gently, nice and warm when you picked it up. Aria could help but flail her arms and let out a squeal of sorts seeing you come back, the noticeable yellow towel catching her eye

“alright darling, you go see mummy who will get you all nice and warm”

“come here my girl!”

Cooing softly at the wrinkly little girl you quickly placed her on your shoulder, wrapping the warm towel around her. Your hand rubbing her back as you began to bounce lightly, Aria was a great sleeper, and you knew after bath time it would have her out like a light.

“okay, let’s let daddy clean up and we’ll go pick some jammies..”

Harry pressed a kiss to your temple before you and your little one made it to her nursery, she’d just started sleeping on her own, which had been an adjustment but she was taking it like a champ, and honestly slept better without being in the same room as you and H.

“here we go angel, let’s put you in something nice and fuzzy”

Aria was comfortable on your shoulder, little noises escaping her every so often, your hands picked out a blue and lavender onesie with little clouds on on it, knowing it would keep her nice and warm throughout the night. It was a routine now, setting her down on the change table, gently rubbing cream into her delicate skin and getting her all bundled up for bedtime. Harry would find the two of you usually just as you were finishing up the snaps on her pyjama’s, his arms reaching for her so he could give her a bottle and read her a story.

“say thank you for getting me all ready for bed mummy, I feel so warm and smell so good”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as Harry wiggled her little arm gently, your lips kissing her forehead softly before giving Harry a much needed kiss

“you’re welcome my babies, i love you so much my aria girl, sleep well and mummy will see you in the morning.”

Standing up you took one last look at your husband and daughter before running a thumb across Harry’s cheek

“thank you for bath time tonight and for being the worlds best dad, we are so lucky to have you baby”

“i’d do anything for the two of you, always”

Tossing the pair one last smile you walked to turn off the big light in the room, switching on her night light and sound machine, leaving the room quietly. There was no one else in the world you’d ever want to experience this life with, and seeing Harry become a father, was one of the greatest moments in life.

He was a natural and he’d do anything for his girls.

[mialikeshockey]

Mine - Ethan Edwards (rewrote)

I’m rewriting another one of my writings from last summer even though my favorite eddy lover isn’t awake to see this yet, I’m gonna try to do more with this one because looking back at the old one and I’m embarrassed because it’s so bad. (Credit to gif maker!!)

mine (og version)

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I lay down on the couch and pull out my new book I just recently bought. My friends and I recently went book shopping, we were both bored of the books that we already had, so we made a girl day out of getting new books and getting lunch.

I open my book and i begin to read the first page and then my apartments door opens. Ethan walks through the door, looking tired and annoyed. I don’t say a word to him, as he doesn’t say a word to me. He puts his keys up and puts his bag down. I watch as he walks over to me, he sits down next to me and pulls me into a hug.

“Rough day?” I question him, he nods and I rub his back. “You’re sweaty and nasty, sweetheart. Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll get some snacks and a movie going for when you get out.” I state, he sits up. “Yes but…” he smiles.

“You can pick the movie.” I giggle. “Thank you angel.” He kisses my forehead and goes to shower. I begin to get everything ready. I get his favorite blanket, his favorite candy and an iced cold cup of water. I sit everything on the coffee table, I sit back down on the couch and read my book until he gets out.

After a couple more minutes, Ethan comes out. He walks over to me, and cuddles up to my side. “Your hair is wet; it’s getting all over my arm and book.” I state, he moves his head and apologizes. “Is that one of your new books?” He questions, I nod my head.

I put my book down and hand him the tv remote, he smiles and starts looking through movies. I run my fingers through his wet hair and fix it to how I like it. “Can you scratch my back?” He asks, knowing I just got my nails done earlier in the day. I nod and start to scratch his back.

Ethan finally picks a movie, he lands on Winne and the Pooh. He rests his head on my side, he holds me around my waist and keeps me close to him. I watch him every now and then, he slowly starts to fall asleep.

After the movie is over, I turn to lay on my back. Ethan groans, I move his head so he can lay on my stomach. I scratch his back and close my eyes. Everything felt so relaxed, I fell asleep without really meaning to.

Nothing in this moment could be any better.

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This is probably way worse than the first one but I kinda like this one more, I hope you enjoyed!

[lau219]

!!! Special Kinktober Treat !!!

While I won’t be updating any WIPs until November, I thought I’d share some teasers for upcoming chapters of Anything You Need, as people seem especially eager for that one. I hope you guys enjoy, and please comment and share!

*mild spoilers, but not really, but read at your own discretion*

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The leggings she wore could have been painted on her, accentuating every bend of her legs and the sculpted curves of her divine ass. She had to be bare underneath; there was no way anyone could get away with wearing panties under leggings like those, and the thought had Cillian’s hands nearly twitching to reach out and pull them down to verify if he was right.

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Flustered and insanely aroused at the sight of him without a shirt on, Y/N was still trying to piece together a single logical thought when Cillian looked at her and spoke again as someone handed her the garment bag containing her dress.

“You know, you’re going to have to stop answering that phone if you want any chance of actually being able to get ready,” he said to her with an amused smile.

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“What’s the big deal?” Cillian said.

“You really are completely oblivious, aren’t you?” Y/N asked him with an affectionate smile as she looked at the photos again. He either truly had no clue how handsome he was, or he just didn’t care.

“Oblivious about what?” he asked, and Y/N just softly shook her head with another smile.

“Nothing,” she replied.

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“I’m absolutely not the right person to be doing this,” Y/N insisted again as Hannah helped her adjust the straps of the sexy, intricate bra that criss-crossed down her back.

“Girl, please, you are the perfect person for this,” Hannah replied. “You look drop-dead gorgeous.”

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“Is this…is this your sweater?” Y/N asked him, still blushing furiously as she looked down at her body and tugged gently on the sleeve.

“Yeah,” Cillian replied as he remained in the doorway. “I gave it to Kat and she helped you change; your clothes are in the wash. You got a little…enthusiastic when they brought out the last round of shots.” He smiled at her.

“Oh, God,” Y/N groaned as she put her face in her hands. “I’m so, so sorry. Please tell me that that’s the worst thing I did.”

Smiling again, Cillian assured her it was — he wouldn’t tell her everything she’d revealed in her adorably drunken state. At least, not yet.

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Staring at each other, the sexual tension and desire in the room was overwhelming as their eyes met after Cillian had taken his time raking his gaze over every inch of her.

“Come ‘ere,” he said lowly, his voice heavy with arousal.

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[psychedelic-charm]

Halfway Down

Halfway down the stairs Is a stair Where i sit. There isn't any Other stair Quite like It. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair Where I always Stop.

Halfway up the stairs Isn't up And isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, It isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head: "It isn't really Anywhere! It's somewhere else Instead!"

-A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

[jungle-angel]

Tis The Busiest Season (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: It's the day after Thanksgiving and you and Rhett have yet another holiday to prep for

The day after Thanksgiving in your house was always the best which meant leftovers for the next week and a half. Rhett had awoken after Royal to go and make sure that Abigail didn't need to be milked and that her calves were fed while you and Cecelia had begun hauling out the Christmas decorations from the attic.

"You good there Grumpy?" Cecelia asked him.

"Never better Ma," Rhett answered, finally able to dig into a piece of the pumpkin pie from the night before.

"Where's your father?"

"Can't a man eat his lunch in peace?" Royal called from the kitchen with a mouthful of his after-thanksgiving sandwich.

Cecelia rolled her eyes. "Didn't your Ma teach ya'll not to talk with your mouth full?" she asked.

"She taught me alot of things Cece," Royal chuckled. "But unfortunately that wasn't one of'em."

Royal gave her a playful peck on the lips, you and Rhett laughing a little bit. "How's Abigail lookin son?" Royal asked.

"She's good," Rhett answered. "Calves nursed this mornin which makes less work for us."

"Damn right it does," Royal answered. "Stuck four good buckets full of milk out on the back porch for the farmer's market next week and a few bottles I can give to Ten Horses after he helped us with that house downtown."

"Aw hell, you guys are still workin on that place?" Rhett groaned.

"Oh yeah," Royal answered. "Shoulda known what I was gettin into when Beth bought it at the police auction last spring. Place was a fuckin dump. John, Thomas, Mo and I all went in there and it was a floor-to-ceiling hoarder nightmare."

"Eeew," Rhett chuckled.

"Alright lets see what's on here for movies," Royal said, sinking down into the recliner.

"Everything's done for the day, so what else are we gonna do?" you chuckled, helping Cecelia with the decorations.

Royal switched on one of the streaming services and chose National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, a favorite of yours and Rhett's and one that he and his father had quoted frequently around the holidays. Thank God the girls were with Kayce and Monica for the day and that Tatum and Tanner were napping upstairs, otherwise Hannah would be running around repeating it all.

You and Rhett thoroughly enjoyed yourselves while you helped his mother decorate the house, letting Royal relax for a while after a long week. You found the little needle-felted gnomes, fairies, angels and little Santas you had made four years ago when your now fifth graders, had been in first grade along with the little mitten ornaments that had Rhett's name and date of birth on it, the little banner reading Rhett James Abbott b. 1/29/1993 and a little teddy bear in Marine Corps. dress blues which had been a gift from his grandpa River.

"Oh my God look," you squeaked. "Remember this?"

Rhett laughed a little but his eyes softened when he saw it, a little red, gold and green baby rattle ornament that had been from Amy's very first Christmas along with a Winnie The Pooh and Piglet in their little stocking caps. You both found the little bluebirds and the little wood-carved Santa head that looked more like a wizard than anything else, both having come from Switzerland with Rhett's grandmother.

But the one that you couldn't wait to put out was the one thing that you and Rhett wanted to keep in the family. It was a wooden Nativity scene that Royal had made in his woodshed with John, the figures and animals painstakingly hand painted. It had been a wedding gift for you and Rhett since you had gotten married close to Christmas and the memories it held were more precious than all the gold in the world.

"You ready for the Christmas chaos?" you asked him.

"Hell no," Rhett laughed. "But with you? Hell yes, sweetheart."

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Trick or Treat 🎃

Hello lovely, first can I just say I adore your writing and was wondering if I could request a Halloween one for Eddie?

You and Eddie take your twins out trick or treating for the first time. Maybe a family Halloween costume too?

Request by anon ♥️

Don't copy, repost, translate or reuse my work.

Fluffy family based fic ♥️

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Meeting and marrying you was the best thing that had ever happened to Eddie and life got even better when you fell pregnant with twins, two adorable little girls.

Eddie loved being a daddy, loved his little family and doted on his three girls. It was safe to say you, Alice and Evie had Eddie wrapped around your little fingers.

Not that he minded one bit even if it was a source of good natured teasing from the Hellfire boys, who he still met up with once a week for a D&D session.

Eddie was an amazing father, at first he was nervous when you announced you were pregnant. Of course he was happy but he hadn't been brought up in the most stable household. Uncle Wayne was the only parental figure he had who was always there for him.

Despite his worries he eased into the role and doted on his girls, was very protective and the most amazing storyteller.

His stories were the highlight of for you and the girls, he told them nightly and he regularly acted them out with you. Alice and Evie hung on his every word.

He would read to them as well or join you when you were reading to the girls but he grew bored and embellished or told his own stories instead.

The twins were Eddie in miniature, all big brown eyes, dimples and curly brown hair. Like their father they also had a penchant for mischief and we're honorary Hellfire members as soon as they were born.

Eddie delighted in making them tiny Hellfire shirts.

Halloween was tonight and it was the first time you all were going trick or treating.

Eddie was a little emotional that his baby girls were growing up and you instantly comforted him, both of you wondering how time had flown by so quickly.

How were your girls already three years old? You couldn't believe it and didn't want to miss any moment of them growing up as it went so quick.

It was Eddie's idea to do a family costume. The girls were obsessed with Scooby Doo and Alice was determined to dress up in the Scooby Doo outfit she had seen at the store.

"Princess, we could go as Mystery inc. What do you think?" you nod excited by this.

"Alice and Evie would love it. Evie loves Velma and they have the cutest outfits at the mall.

"You wanna be the Daphne to my Fred? Eddie beams and wraps his arms around you, kissing you tenderly.

"Always but I think for this occasion you're definely Shaggy. The girls love your impression of him" he beams proudly loving making Alice and Evie laugh with his Shaggy voice.

"I'll rope Steve into playing Fred and we can meet up with him later in the night. He owes us for babysitting the six gremlins" you giggle and swat him playfully.

"Eddie, for the last time you can't call them Gremlins" he pouts and you hide your smile privaty agreeing with his assessment. You adored Steve's kids but they were a handful.

Now that it was Halloween you had been having a lovely day with the girls baking cookies and watching Scooby Doo and Winnie the Pooh all day.

Then it was time to dress up in your outfits and get ready for trick or treating. The girls looked so adorable in their costumes and are anxious to get out and enjoy the night.

"Daddy will we go to see Uncle Dustin, Uncle Steve and Aunty Robin?" Alice asks and Eddie nods as he helps her and Evie into their coats.

"Of course princess. Now come on spooky adventures await"

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The four of you set out on Halloween night excited for what was to come. Alice and Evie are already hyper and hold their pumpkin baskets giggling and pointing to the different Halloween decorations on your street.

"Daddy look at the bats" Alice points them out to him and Eddie plays up his excitement but you see the slight fear in his eyes.

Even years after surviving the demobat attack, the upside down and the horrors of the past long gone and life peaceful there was still those rare times that Eddie wakes in a sweat and panicking.

That night was the worst of your life. You really thought you had lost Eddie and the grief was overwhelming. Thankfully, he oues through but it still haunted you at times.

Squeezing his hand you distract the twins and point to a witch on the roof of one of your neighbours house, she's on a broomstick, black cat in tow.

"Can we get a black cat mama?" Evie asks her big brown eyes pleading and you look to Eddie who's already melting at her puppy eyes.

He could never resist any of your puppy eyes or pouts and always gave in.

"Maybe Santa might bring you and Alice a kitty for Christmas?" you tease and the girls cheer at this.

The four of you go door to door and your neighbours are lovely, it's not long before the girls have full baskets of candy and their eyes light up as they show you and Eddie the sweets.

Eventually you end go to Steve's, the kids all play together before you all settle down to watch a cute and only slightly spooky film.

The kids eat a little of their candy as you and Eddie relax while talking to the gang.

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Eventually the night winds down and you, Eddie and the girls head home.

Both of them are exhausted and Eddie carries both of them to bed while you get their pj's ready and have them all tucked up on bed.

"What about a story?" Evie mumbles sleepily and Eddie softens.

"Not tonight baby but I promise an epic story tomorrow" she nods letting out a little yawn and then she's fast asleep like Alice.

You cuddle into Eddie and he kisses your forehead.

"Uh sweetheart, I'm not very tired are you?" he raises his eyebrows and you grin catching on to what he's hinting at.

"Not a bit, why don't we go have a little Halloween party of our own?" quietly you lead him out of the twins room and to your bedroom stifling a giggle as Eddie kisses your neck.

🎃♥️

[neolynne]

Pit Babe episode 9 rewatch/live commentary (part 2)

When i say that Pavel was born to play this Babe, it's his emotional scene that first comes to my mind, both here and in ep 10. The rawness in his acting, the sadness and hurt in his face, his eyes and his voice....it's a masterpiece when it comes to portraying grief.

How much betrayal can someone go through before it break them entirely?

I like to thing that the reason Charlie isn't right there from the beginning is because he was calling Alan/Jeff to reassure them and to tell them that he found Babe.

I kwon that a lot of fan are saying that we were robbed of the kiss....but i kinda prefer that the scene end with Charlie just hugging Babe through his grief

Side note n°???? but it look like Pavel and Pooh give the best hug in the world

Now that was a cathartic scene....even if slapping you kid is a big no no

10 years, approximately ? .......And if that the case, why did Way wait so long to make a move ???? Why did Tony wait so long to ask Way to make a move ??????????????????

And that answer my question from episode three ..... i'm just an idiot who doesn't pay enough attention......or maybe i'm just so feed up with Tony and Way bullsh*t since my fist time watching PitBabe that i just ignored everything that this man said in this scene.................

And this is when i stop myself from doing a Sugar Daddy joke......

It break my heart every time Kenta watch Tony be violent toward one of the "golden child" and he has that expression of bewilderment. As if every time, he cannot process the fact that Tony violence can be directed toward anyone else but him......and yet we know that he assisted to thing that are far worse than that......

Does he (Tony) have power too ? And what is his subgender? (And if he's an enigma.......did he plan to......with Babe ?......Why did i ask myself this question, why ?!!!!!!)

At this point, even Hannibal could be a better adoptive father.....maybe............(yes, i rewatched Hannibal S1......sue me)

This expression on Kenta's face, he know what happen to people when Tony doesn't give them another chance

What does Way says to Babe in ep 10 ? that he would never hurt Charlie because he know that Babe's loves him? Well, guess that was a lie. Because i'm pretty sure that telling Tony about Charlie power, making Tony transfert his plan from Babe to Charlie, count as hurting Charlie and subsequently as hurting Babe.

Fuck you Way

Charlie.....you know that what you just say is not true.....

Babe is so tiny in this scene

"on my life" he says, while planning his own death.....

How long was Alan just standing there while NorthSonic just ignored him ?

They both so invested in this ! Trying to get Alan to say something

I really wish we had the scene where they learn what Way did

That some good advice, happy that Alan listened to them

Aaahhh he's so cute.....and they both look so fluffy

I can imagine Kenta reading Alan message like 😐🤨😑

Jeff look so young in this scene

Tell him Uncle !

2 minutes ago you didn't want him to read your text and now you give him your phone ???? Uncle.....

We need more daring/flirty Jeff

So, in Jeff vision we got : Dean attack on Babe, Kenta attack on Pete, Charlie in the ambulance, Jeff with the kids, Winner pointing his gun at Babe and Charlie, Tony with the katana, Winner after he got beaten....

Boys.............

Creep

Même Kenta il en crois pas ses oreilles

Whoever put Pavel in this black t-shirt, thank you

Hiiiiiii Dean!!!!!!!! I missed you so much!!!!! you're so cute

North is so happy

I wanted to believe him so badly 😭

And they had to throw that little look between Dean and Charlie

...................he seemed so sincere.................

😭😭😭

Happiness look so good on them (ft the original trio 🥹)

What type of content do you think they put on the Xhunter channel??? We already have the live streaming, the little interview.....Sonic fashion vlog "get ready with me for the next race" ?

And do you think that the people watching North and Sonic Youtube content ship them ??? Because i would ! And maybe they read the comment, read the fic and watch the edit while lying in bed, kicking they feet and giggling like little kids (and the most oblivious people on Earth)????? Or worse, they make the edit themself !!!!!

Yes he is !!!! So handsome, so cute.......

Babe is so gentle

His hand on Charlie stomach and the little caress

Échange de bons procédés j'ai envi de vous dire

And welcome back "mama"

it's the tongue for me

Pooh's voice.....🫠

Both "Now matter what happens, you're the only reason i'm here" and "He's still warm, Charlie must not be dead yet" sit at the same table. And this table is called "let's emotionally destroy a potato" (i'm the potato)

Hi Winner 🤭

Why is he so loud!

This scene is right on top of my s*x inf ront of a mirror list, just below the one from "My beautiful man/utsukushii kare~eternal~ the movie"(my other all-time favorite BL......really, if you have not watched it, you should...and don't let the whole stalker thing stop you, the main couple are both crazy for each other)

Charlie keeping his gaze on Babe....work of art

Yes Charlie, use your hand!!!

Thank you Pavel

Don't listen to him Charlie, you did good....also, even if winning would have been great, it wasn't really the plan, right ?

Give it to us!!!!!!!! Change, you have the opportunity do do something really great on the 17th

He sure did

🤭

And look, only 2 part for ep 9!!!! Even if that one is quite long.

I really, really like this episode, but now i have to prepare myself for ep 10 😭

[autumnapple-juicebox]

I love this blog so much! I'd love to see some more art of the daycare itself or the caregivers working with the kids in each of theor jobs. Is there any plans for that in the future? also I'd love to know more about the real world vs daycare/digital world and how that works! this is such a comfy and cozy story!

Thank you so much friend !!

This answer will be a little long as I'll go through each point! And also because I'm a yapper </3

This whole story started as a silly conversation between me and my friend Omu because we both love daycare AUs and are generally big comforts to us. The real world is not any different while the digital one, as stated in the other ask I answered, is set in an old fashioned flash games site.

The Kinito digital pet was not successful, so Sonny decided to aim at a younger audience compared to the teens. He make a few flash games and rebranded the mascots to match the purpose of their new ambience

Tho, Sonny used the same code of the digital pet to make sure Kinito was able to learn what the kids needed, hence making him sentient. He saw how a lot of kids were sad, some bullied even by their own parents, so he did the most reasonable thing he could think of: a safe place for them.

Everytime a kid would be sad, Kinito would bring them to the daycare for a while, then bring them back to the real world. Of course, this concerned parents and threatened Sonny's project but the latter saw it as an opportunity to solve oh so many problems related to parenting. The daycare was a free spot to leave the kids at if the parents had to stay away, the parents could ask for tips to the digital caregivers if they found themselves stuck, and in bad situations Kinito was able to connect to the Child Protective Services through internet. Since the site was free, the money was obtained through merch, but there was also an option for donations on the site and subscriptions for exclusive merch.

With the story settled, to answer your questions, I am absolutely planning to draw and write lots of stuff! I will post the doodles I already have in a bit now that the PSA cards are ready. On the other hand I'm hesitant to share the fics I wrote because they contain a little mention to bad parenting and impure regression (which, for context, is when you regress under high levels of stress and you find yourself stuck in that state)

In the meantime tho I can give you some more headcanons!

Each caregiver's appearance, as you can see, resembles their respective role.

Kinito is the main mascot and is a plushy, based also a lot on Winnie the Pooh. He's very patient and sweet and is in charge of anything that happens during day time, whether it'll be playing, reading, teaching, coloring and so on

Sam is in charge of night time and is a night light, can change the intensity of his light and also the warmth of his body. Kids all dogpile on him when it's nap time because he's super warm and cozy

Jade is the mother figure of all kids and adults included, she's in charge of snack time and she's based off a teething toy! She also helps teaching kids to clean after themselves (usually Sam is included with the kids for his laziness /silly)

Another silly thing all of them can do is pull a command prompt and turn you into a kid, that's what basically happens to Aspen all times he's portrayed as a child. They can physically make you regress and let you participate in all the activities, they care a lot for their fellow age regressors just as much they care for their kids

The daycare in general is structured very similar to the one on FNAF:Security Breach, that place is very comforting for me especially Sun and Moon so ofc I based myself off of that hehe

The main area is the day time one, with different places for different activities, then on the sides there would be the snack time area and nap time area, so every caregiver has its place but can still move around to interact with the kids

Helpers are always welcome! All of the other human caregivers are active volunteers from the real world! Whether it'll be because they like doing it in their free time or because they want a place to train themselves in the subject, maybe soon to be parents considering the options even.

Of course this brings to a huge utopia but who cares am I right? We deserve to be happy <3

[sunny-mercya]

In your arms, till the end

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Fandom -> Chronicles of Narnia

Masterlist | Song for the mood

It is just the beginning of October, leafs losing their brightly shades of green and turning into the various colours of yellow, orange and brown. The occasionally gusts of chilly autumn winds felt icy—like spiking winter, without frostbites—heavily filled with the latest moisture of downpour and nibbles on inches of free skin, leaving a redish—rosy like—hue behind.

Edmund juggled and fumbles with his keys, trying to open the apartment door without dropping his bags, pushing open the door with his shoulder—stepping inside and closing it with his foot afterwards.

Taking a glance at the tambour clock on the dresser in the foyer, Edmund saw that he was punctual right on time, with a few minutes of buffer—which Edmund didn't thought he would be. Not with how overfilled the bakery was today, then again it was Sunday and Sundays are always the busiest.

Whilst Edmund walked into the kitchen, about to empty out and put away the two paper-bags—filled with pastries and bread, having brought a bit more than he intended—he heard the slight crackles of the tv from the living-room.

You probably have, Edmund was sure of it—as it had been a sort of sunday ritual—already set up the tea—Earl Grey with milk and honey—and waiting on the Sofa for him. Edmund was right once you called for him.

«Ed! Are you coming? Pride and Prejudice is about to start any minute»

«In a minute, love. Just let me take off my coat and get the pastries ready» replied Edmund back, doing like he said and laid out the various goods onto a plate.

Walking into the living-room and putting the plate down onto the coffee-table, Edmund took a seat next to you on the Sofa—pulling you into his arms, cuddling against each other and cosy blanket over the two of you, as Edmund leaned back—getting comfortable.

Pride and Prejudice, besides Winnie-the-Pooh tales and a few others, was one of your favourite book. You have read it a thousand times over and over again, till the copy you owned has been getting so shabby and worn over battered—that the pages has begun to fall out.

Edmund has gifted you a new copy, last christmas. Has been constantly working overtime and double shifts, just to afford it. Though your overjoyed gleeful expression, so full of adoration and gratefulness, was worth it all.

Ever since the Pride and Prejudice film came out—years ago—and bbc has begun to broadcast it every second sunday—along with various other movies like for example; Gone with the Wind, Rebecca or a opera—it has come to an arrangement, early on in your and Edmunds relationship—when the two of you could finally afford to live together in the apartment and Ed going to college—to watch these movies together.

Just the two of you, enjoying the company of each other and basking in those small moments of love and wholesomeness togetherness.

~~~

Edmund run his hand through your (colour) hair, admiring your peaceful sleeping face. He had been the first one to wake up from the nap. Sometimes, when it's getting way too cosy, the both of you would fall asleep during the middle or near the end of the movies.

The television, turning off itself, was only showing the static and it's low whispering like crackles. Sunset has already begun, the last few rays peeking through the heavy curtains and illuminating the room just enough to know that a lamp should be turned on soon.

You murmured in your sleep, moving a bit in his arms, stretching yourself and open your eyes.

«....what's time...?» your voice was still riddled with sleep, heavy and mumbling. Eyes dropping every so often once more. Your question sounded more like a philosophical one and Edmund smiled, pecking your lips.

«A little after six. If you're still up to, Rebecca starts in around an hour or,» Edmund paused, leaning his head down to kiss you on the lips once more. A long deepening kiss, moving his lips towards your neck and trailing kisses up and down.

«Or we could do a repeat of last night» whispers Edmund in your ear, adding another kiss to your skin.

Your lips stretching into a smile—last night was magnificent, they always are when you two share a moment of absolute closeness and pure love making—more awaken now since Edmunds tickling kisses onto your skin. Moving out from your boyfriends arms, stretching again your body and muscles, you returned his kiss before standing up.

«A tempting offer my dear, but Rebecca wins this round and I gotta have to make us some dinner»

«My prince leaving me is a disappointment for this heart. Oh! How cruel can you be» sighed Edmund out, hanging over the backside of the Sofa and faking a frown—pleading eyes and pouting lips.

«Now now, don't be so dramatic my dear. Even a King like you have to be patience» you shook your head, laughing as you walked into the kitchen. Sometimes Edmund could be so dramatic and sappy, but that's one of the many things you loved about your Boyfriend.

A playful groan left Edmunds lips, mumbling a hearable dinner wish out and getting up from the Sofa as well.

«Oh! Before I forgot, Lucy has wrote a letter» you told him form the Kitchen, starting to rummage through the cabinets and cupboards.

«She did? What did she wrote about?» asked Edmund, starting to clean up the coffee-table—stacking the empty Tea cups and plates and joined you in the kitchen, starting to do the dishes.

«Yeah, about various and many things like, Peter being overprotective stupid again, how beautiful the countryside still is and the various flowers she has now. You know how Lucy can fill pages after pages»

Edmund hummed, knowing exactly what you mean. His sister could write a whole three pages letter, just about flowers and their meanings.

«Anything else, a bit more interesting?» he dried his hands on a towel, standing next to you and helping you with the dinner preparations.

«yes, Lucy and Peter coming for a visit tomorrow and will stay over for two days»

«Did she state a reasons for their visit?»

«No? Can't they just visit us for fun, like do they need a reason?» you nudged Edmund, swatting away his grabby hand from the frizzling bacons.

«I suppose not,» he mused out, successfully getting a bacon stripe from the pan.

~~~

Edmund didn't knew the exact reason, couldn't tell what have woken him up this night at all. It must have been something, anything as he was more of the heavier deeper sleeper—the ones which would get grumpy and moody of woken too early and rudely—and so causal, natural waking up is a rare occasion for Edmund.

Removing your arms from him, whispering to you to continue your sleep—when you begun to stir, murmuring under your breath—Edmund got out of bed. Feets touching the cold and hard floorboards, ignoring to slip on the slippers and going out of the room.

The low volumes of the radio, which you always leave on during the night—a habit of yours as you didn't like the silence in the night—was the first sound he came to be aware off.

Then, once in the foyer, his ears picked up other sounds. Sounds which were strange, out of place even. Loud crackling as if a chimney was near and screaming—clear to hear to where he stood now.

Maybe a bulgar or a drunken neighbour doing some ruckus on the corridors. That's what Edmund told himself as he unlocks and opens the front door.

Edmund closed the door instantly again. The up-roaring fire outside on the corridors, was enormous and it wouldn't be long till his and yours little home would be engulfed into the death trapping flames. Edmund hurried back towards the bedroom, setting the radio on the highest volume—Hallelujah was being played—waking you up while doing so.

There wasn't any escape from the flames nor from death. He learned from his times in Narnia to accept whatever fate is coming—it is meant as it meant to be.

«Ed? 'erthing 'right?»

Edmund didn't answer you, not right away, as he crawled back into bed. Taking you into his arms and pulling you close to him. Showering you with kisses and whispering sweet promising nothing into your ear.

«It's gonna be fine, [Name]. Everything is gonna be alright, love. I promise.»

«You making me worried......» you trailed off, noticing a bright light from the corner of your eyes and when you notice the first licking flames in your bedroom, Edmund pulled you even more closer.

«Remember when I told you about Narnia? It's a wondrous world, you will love it there»

«I think, i'm scared Ed.....I'm not ready for death....»

«I know love, I know. I've got you, it's gonna be alright, I promise»

Whilst Edmund reassured you again and again, with words and kisses, the flames comes near and nearer till they—like they had with everything else—engulfed you two fully as the hauntingly chorus of Hallelujah faded into the crackling and screams.

~~~

And if Susan had been a bit kinder—to Edmund and you back then, when the both of you had announced the relationship to her, Peter and Lucy—and still had believed in Narnia and its wonders, than perhaps—perhaps—she might have could been reunited with her family, she thought and believed to have lost forever to the grips of death and cruel like fate, once again.

If Susan only had, but she didn't and now she has to face the consequences and her grieving all on her own.

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mei i absolutely CANNOT wait for another day do you think we can get a little snippet of love to lie part 3 just to keep us going pretty please with sugar on top? 🥺

so the thing about love to lie part three 😭 IT'S NOT DONE. i feel so fucking bad, especially because of how sweet everyone has been about parts one and two, but i thought when i posted part one surely i'll have enough time in two weeks to finish part three!! and i was mostly correct!! i finished damn near all of it!! i only have one scene left to write!! and i have a good chunk of time tonight, and i have a habit of waiting until the last minute and absolutely powering through my deadlines, so there's still a good chance it'll be posted totally on schedule, but just in case it's not, please accept this snippet as apology and compensation 😭 i hope you enjoy and i'm sorry for not keeping up my end of the bargain! at most you'll have to wait a day or two more, but i'm hoping i can pull through on time :')

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You rush back to the bed with the cover of the photo album already cracked, though you show it off with a gooey grin, “You were enamored with me from the moment you saw me, Brad.”

“Of course I was,” He laughs, ringing his arm around your neck to hug you tight to his side while you flip to the first page. He peers at your scrunched-up baby face, vague memories of kissing your nose flashing through his mind from when you were younger, and it was the only thing that could get you to stop crying.

“You’ve always been the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He swipes a finger over a photo of you together, stroking it along your cheek where he was feeding you mushed-up green beans. “See? I was so entranced I didn’t even notice you were about to kick me.”

He points to your tiny foot, clothed in a onesie with dogs on it, and poised ready to fire. You’d bet money that right after the photo had been taken, you had launched your foot into his knee, and you hope little Bradley wasn’t brought to tears over it. 

“Sorry, baby,” You hum, voice just as sticky-sweet as your kiss is against his cheek. He leans into it, and you’re not expecting him to, so you smear a bit more spit over his face than you’d intended. However, when you laugh incredulously and try to wipe it off, he wriggles away from your shirtsleeve, insisting on keeping the mark.

“No! I fell out of the sky three days ago,” Bradley gripes, head held high, “I get to keep all of the gross kisses you give me.”

“I’d launch a gross kiss attack if I wasn’t worried about hurting your ribs,” You lament, settling back into his side, “Oh, Brad, look at this one!”

It was your first halloween together. Bradley’s sporting a yellow hat in the picture, with bear ears on top, and a red shirt over his chubby baby belly. His pants are the same shade as his hat, and you’re the Piglet to his Winnie the Pooh as you sit in a pink onesie and matching ear-hat in his lap.

You tug the photo out of its sleeve, reading Carole’s neat inscription on the back: Bradley cried just a few minutes after we took this, because we looked away for a second and when we turned back he was feeding Y/N a snickers bar. We didn’t mean to yell, but we freaked out and spooked him, and he wouldn’t stop crying unless we told him he could finish the rest of the bar. Winnie the Pooh does NOT like raised voices.

“Crybaby,” You tease, and Bradley groans.

“I was a kid! They yelled at me! Of course I cried!”

“Poor baby, you just wanted to feed me chocolate,” You croon, turning sympathetic at the sight of his exasperated brown eyes, “You’ve always been good to me, Brad.”

“Always,” He promises, squeezing you tighter, then pointing at the next page over, “Aw, look at that. They dressed you up as the turkey for thanksgiving.”

“We fell asleep in front of the fire,” You recall, not from memory but from the stories you’ve been told, and the pictures you’d seen, “We were both milk drunk and stuffed from dinner.”

“Still nappin’ together all these years later,” Bradley grins, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.

“Let’s nap together forever,” You sigh as you nestle your cheek back against his arm.