perfection in all its glory

A Rough Ride

Summary: I have a slight obsession with Dean’s thighs. This is pure porn to let me fantasize about that.

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: smut, thigh riding

A/N: This is gratuitous and shameless, and I’m not even sorry. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Tagging some people who commented that they’d like to see this at the end :) XOXO

It was his thighs.

The rest of him was perfect. Both the Norse and the Greek gods would be jealous. Dean Winchester was tall and strong, broad shoulders, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his t-shirts, and a face so beautifully, ruggedly gorgeous you often wondered if he’d sold his soul for it.

But it was his thighs that got you.

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Holiday mini fics - Day 1 - Shance

Lance uses his last resort to get Shiro’s attention.


It was time for time for drastic measures. Jokes hadn’t worked. Flirting hadn’t worked. Heroic deeds hadn’t worked. For fucks sake, baking hadn’t worked!

The only option left, his last resort, was his greatest weapon. Skimpy clothing.

Lance had picked this outfit out after hours of considerations, and clothes swapping. It had Hunk’s approval, which meant he looked fiiine as hell.

He’d picked tiny shorts so tight he’d needed Hunk’s help to get them on. It had been a struggle, and half the time Hunk had sworn that they wouldn’t fit, but they had, and damn did he look good in them. You could see the perfect curve of his ass in all its tightly clad glory.

As for a top, he’d gone with a loose, teasing tank top that, at just the right angles, showed the pink of his nipples.

For the final blow, he was going to wear this outfit to training. A sweaty half naked twink of Lance’s calibre was enough to get any gay man’s attention.

The moment Lance walked onto the training deck, and Shiro turned his head to greet him, Shiro’s mouth had practically hit the floor, and later when he’d bent over, ass facing Shiro, as he’d started his warm ups, he was sure that he’d heard a choked noise coming from behind him. From that moment Lance knew two things.

First, that Shiro was definitely into men. Second, that at some point, Lance was definitely getting into Shiro’s pants.

The Only Proof

The name on his arm read Jack, which irritated Eric quite a bit, because how many Jacks had he met in his life? Why couldn’t he have a soulmate with a less common name, like Francisco or Axel or Bernard? And it didn’t help that his own name was ridiculously common, too. Jack and Eric. Eric had to admit, though, that he did like the sound of that.

OR

A Zimbits soulmate AU.

Cross-posted to AO3 

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A/N: Hello! Sooo, I know I’ve been MIA for practically the entire year, but as I’ve told you guys a million times, I was studying to get into med school. And guess what? I did! So I can concentrate on more mundane endeavors.

So! I promised Logan’s birth didn’t I? I guess you can say I’ll deliver it now. Ha! Get it? *Shows up six months late with a bad pun* I’m sorry. I’ll let you read it.

Mending

Annabeth had fought hellhounds, dracanae, empousai. She’d fought Titans, Giants, survived two wars before she was legally allowed to drink. She’d been hit by arrows, taken a poisoned dagger to the shoulder, broken ribs and walked miles in the deepest parts of hell on a broken ankle. She’d held up the bloody sky. She had considered herself quite resistant to pain.

And yet, childbirth… was something to consider. No wonder every polytheist culture in the world had several goddesses for it. That thing hurt. You’d think someone would have invented a better method by now. ‘I’m going to go up to Olympus and propose a theory on why they should invent a new way to birth babies,’ she thought somewhere into the third hour of contractions. ‘I am NEVER doing this again,’ she thought midway the process of pushing a small-sized human through an even smaller place. ‘I am going to kill my husband,’ was also somewhere in there.

And then, ‘Oh.’

That’s why no one had invented a better method yet. All the pain goes out the window the moment they put her son in her arms.

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Admiration  ▏Woohyun

Request: Hi hello! May I request a Woohyun oneshot where you’re Sungyeol’s best friend and he (Woohyun) falls in love with you? Thank you <3

Comments: This is another one of those late night scenarios that I just happen to write up because I have too many feels to contain to myself, therefore I share them with you, my lovely readers. Enjoy this fluff as a reliever from all the angst I’ve been hitting you with recently :3


“When I look at you, I know there’s nothing to improve because you’re perfect, girl.”

           Maybe it was her eyes.

           Yeah, her beautiful eyes that always stored the entire night sky in them, and shone bright each and every single time he saw her.

           Those eyes that he got lost in whenever she asked him the simplest of questions and made him get off track, leading her to giggle and probably assume he was a complete idiot.

           No, actually, it was probably her laugh now that he thought about it. The laugh that sounded like the most perfectly put together melodies of the song he wanted to hear over and over again.

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She’s a perfect mess
With chaos in her eyes
A tornado-
In all its glory-
The worst disaster
Of her kind.
And yet in every lifetime
Every world
And every reality
He’d choose her;
For, like a flame
Deadly and gorgeous
She was a hurricane
Mixed with a little sunshine.

(Inspired by ‘A Perfect Storm’,Brad Paisely)

Chapter 132 : A GROWN son, CAN’T be KEPT at home EITHER


Note: Read the notes at the bottom for clarification on certain things, if anything, leave a comment or message me if something still doesn’t make sense. Remember, NO SPOILERS PLEASE. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes are highly appreciated.

One a side note, this chapter is quite long, so it took me a while since I wanted to make sure certain scenes are describe perfectly. I had a lot of fun translating this chapter so I’m quite happy about it!!

 Ⓗⓐⓟⓟⓨ❤ヾ(◍’౪`◍)ノ゙

As always, THANK YOU for reading and enjoying the journey with our FINALLY REUNITING boys:

Gu Hai & Bai Luo Yin

(๑˃̶͈̀ ᵕ ॣ˂̶͈́)*。̀ ̫ 。́)ॢ)

你丫上瘾了

Chapter 132 :: A GROWN son, CAN’T be KEPT at home EITHER

It was almost the middle of the month, and the streets once enclosed with peacefulness, at long last, began to bustle with noise and excitement. Once the sun rose, early in the morning, Bai Luo Yin and Yang Meng rushed toward the main street’s entranceway, which had been completely decorated with the traditional features of ocean decorations and Chinese lanterns. As they promenaded around, their eyes absorbed the lively sceneries. They encountered various performances from traditional Chinese opera, magic shows, acrobatics to……even the distinguishable characteristics of old Beijing’s vendors, loudly broadcasting and advertising their products.

When the blazing sun soared into its’ brightest peak and basked the entire street with it brilliant, they joined the horde of people, happily watching and applauding the lion and dragon dance show as it paraded down the street in all its’ magnificence.

Their eyes were dazzled by an endless array of mouth watering delicacies that laid out in front of them, tickling the five senses that entangled their taste buds. This exhibition was indeed a feast for their hungry eyes. It was just like that, that Bai Luo Yin and Yang Meng could no longer let their stomach suffered in such agony. So, as to cure their hunger, they strolled through the street and tried as many things as possible until their stomach hit its’ capacity and satisfaction settled in.

“Hey, those lanterns over there with the riddles on them, if answered correctly, there’s a prize,” proclaimed Yang Meng in excitement.

Bai Luo Yin followed behind Yang Meng to have a closer look at the riddles.

Before him was a large plaque with a red paper attached at the top. Several string of riddles were written boldly on each sheet of red lantern paper; the powerful strokes that permeated with each characters were visibility delightful.

The rule on the plaque read:

All those who guess correctly, will receive a sticky rice ball in sweet soup or sticky rice dumpling. The more you guess correctly the more you receive but one wrong guess, and it will game over. No second chance.

When it was Bai Luo Yin’s turn, he answered the first two riddles with much ease. Yang Meng, who stood to the side, was given the responsible of holding onto the prizes. Once those precious prizes were within his grasp, no one could pry it out of his hands. But toward the end, there were so many prizes nestled against his chest and in both of his hand that he could barely hold on to them.

Embarrassment wormed its’ way on to the stall owner’s pallid face. If this continued, in less than five minutes, all the riddled on the plague would sooner than later be decoded.

Bai Luo Yin continued, “The fifth riddle on the third row, that idiom is, “A crowd of good friends gathered together.”

The girl in charged of verifying all the answers looked extremely petrified as she said “Incorrect,” with a very low voice, almost inaudible.

The stall owner, whom beforehand stood to the side, interrupted. And in a loud, ear splitting tone, he roared, “Wrong! Next!”

“That’s impossible!”

Bai Luo Yin firmly believe in his answer. There was no doubt, in his mind at all, that he had answered correctly. He snatched the answer book from the girl and as expected, with just one look at it, his answer was verified.

“Are you serious, how can you be like this? We obviously answered correctly and you still have the nerve to accuse us of being wrong? Or is it that, you can’t give us our prizes?” bellowed out Yang Meng, using Bai Luo Yin’s fierceness to flaunt his momentary superiority.

In the end, the stall owner himself came out. With a smile adorning his lips, he confronted Bai Luo Yin and Yang Meng.

“It’s the Lantern Festival, a very auspicious day. It’s not that we’re unable to give you the prizes, it’s just that we encourage more people to participate and have a go at it as well. Two handsome men like yourselves, I know you’re both knowledgeable and are expert at answering these riddles. You want the prizes and you can easily obtain them. But the crucial point is, those people standing patiently at the side. You also have to give them an opportunity to win some prizes too right?”

Bai Luo Yin laughed to this statement and turn to leave the premises, with the dignity of a gentleman enveloping his stature.

“Wait a second, take these!”

Upon hearing someone called out to him, Bai Luo Yin turned around. With great agility, he skillfully caught the package that was tossed in his direction, by someone on the other side.

After he steadied his footing, he finally saw clearly what it was. Yang Meng couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, “That’s some freaking huge sticky rice balls! Is it……is it even cooked!?”

Bai Luo Yin’s eyes froze, somberness congealed the blood that once graced his picturesque features.

A memory flashed across his mind, and drowned out the loud noises of the streets.*1

Once dusk sauntered by, all the street lights turned on. Together, Bai Luo Yin and Yang Meng stood at the corner of the street. For a long while, they once again, admired and took pleasure in the beauty of all the lights as it illuminated across the street; painting a picture perfect illustration of the festival in all its’ glory and magnificence. Afterwards they made their way back him with contentment already poured deeply into their heart.

By the time Bai Luo Yin got to the courtyard of his house, food was already prepared and everyone was waiting patiently for his arrival. Once Meng Tong Tian saw Bai Luo Yin’s figure approached, he pulled a chair over and gestured him to quickly sit down.

“Come, come, come, supper’s ready,” announced Bai Han Qi loudly, excited intermingled with his voice, as his signature smile crept swiftly toward the corners of his lips.

Everyone lifted the cups in their hands, regardless of whether it was liquor or a soft drink, they toasted each other first before exchanging any words.

“Eat, eat.”

“Wait, we should eat the sweet sticky dumplings first.”

“That’s right! It goes without saying that our Tong Tian is the most intelligent.”

The whole family surrounded the table as they happily ate and chat at the same time. Their faces full to the brim with happiness and the events of the few precious days did not affect their mood even the slightest bit. It was as if they had mutually agreed to seal their lips and bury those unfortunate occurrences. It was the last day of the lunar month, they had long ago resolved to only talk about all joyous things and determined to perpetuate happiness and harmonious until the very last minute, last second of that year.

Bai Luo Yin calm and quietly looked at everyone smiling faces. He listened to them discussed each other’s cheerful stories, ate soggy sweet dumplings, and no sooner did a as a strong pervasive warmth infiltrated into the bottom of his heart.

It was unfortunate, that he had that kind of mother, but he was fortunate enough to have such a great family that forgave and love him dearly.

A gleaming reflection of tears in the light, shone on those earthen eyes of Bai Luo Yin. He willed them away, out of his sight before he placed his chopsticks down and walked out.

Aunt Zou noticed that Bai Luo Yin had left so she prodded Bai Han Qi and asked, “Why did Yin Zi eat so little today?”

“I’ll go and take a look.”

Bai Han Qi followed behind his son’s shadow.

Bai Luo Yin returned to his own room, simply gathered up some things and dragged his luggage out. A bag of sticky sweet balls, that he had won earlier, was held tightly in his hand as he pushed the door open and made his way out.

Bai Han Qi stood planted at the front door, looking at Bai Luo Yin with amazement. His eyes continued to drown in astonishment as Bai Luo Yin got closer.

“Where are you going so late at night?”

Bai Luo Yin silently allowed his gaze to reach his father’s face, “Dad, I have to go back.”

“Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the time when the whole family are together. Why don’t you go back once the holiday ends?”

Bai Luo Yin didn’t move.

Bai Han Qi looked the expression on Bai Luo Yin’s face, knowing full well that he will undoubtedly leave, but at the same, he still urged and wished for him to stay.

“Why don’t you at least finish eating your meal before leaving?”

Bai Luo Yin’s heart struggled for a second, a mini war broke out from deep within, but still he faced Bai Han Qi. And, with a stern tone, he said, “I finished eating. Please talk to my grandpa and grandma and let them know that I’ll be back in two days.”

Bai Han Qi let out a long sigh, his heart somewhat unwilling to let go. However, he still patted Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder and looked at with understandings, an air of approval permeated from his gaze.

“Go then. There’s still a whole family here, even with one less member, it will still be lively. Da Hai’s dad went to the army base, so don’t let him celebrate the New Year alone at home.”

Nobody understands one’s son better than his father.

And, no words escaped Bai Luo Yin’s lips as he remained unresponsive. He merely turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Bai Han Qi stood against the strong whistling sound of the Northern wind and watched as Bai Luo Yin’s shadow gradually disappeared into the distance. A bitter sadness welled up in his chest, and he couldn’t help the tears that reared its’ way around the corner of his eyes. It is said that when a girl has come of age, she will not remain at home any longer, how can it be that a grown son can’t remain at home either?*2

Gu Hai was dragged from slumber and into consciousness from his position on the sofa. The lights in the room remained on and the windows were still opened wide. He was unable to distinguish whether it was daytime or nighttime, even worse, the exact time or date. He wasn’t certain at all, how many days he had spent in this bemused and hazy frame of mind. His eyes, once like two pristine stones of onyx, now lifelessly wandered toward every and all corners of the room.

The whole room was in complete disorder, almost as if it had been replaced with an uninhabited jungle. Bottles upon bottles of liquor were scattered everywhere, covering the floor as it laid unwavering in the silent room. Some bottles were full, some half consumed, and some completely empty of its’ intoxicating content. While some were strewed across the floor upside down, others were standing upright……. aside from liquor, his stomach was empty of all other solid substances that were needed to sustain life. The agonizing pain of hunger, scorched and set aflame the heartache and sorrow that ate at his internal, relentlessly tearing apart every vitality that once resided within.

Only when his lips pressed roughly against the liquor bottles, that refreshingly cool yet bitter taste flowed down his throat, and extinguished the painful attacks of the fiery flames. He allowed the liquor to consume his consciousness until he could no longer perceived any sense or emotion, and only then, was he able to rest his head and resume the slumber that was unfairly taken away from him.

Gu Hai stood upright, from his bones to the muscles, these two mechanisms that allowed him to be mobile, ached and sore painstakingly. He dragged his tired and somnolent feet over toward the windows, and with one swift motion, he pulled open the curtains, revealing the darkness of the night that had devoured the city. His solemn eyes swept across the landscape. The lights outside were stunning to his vision. More than art, more than aestheticism, life presented beauty in thousands upon thousands of variations; it was indeed, a gigantic panorama of eternal change that befell his eyes.

Large crowds of people spread out all around the streets beneath his looming shadow. Blossoming and dancing amongst the unseen clouds in the midst of the Southwestern night sky, were fireworks. It soared higher and higher into the vastness of the heavens and scattered in all directions before fading into the shadow of the sparkling stars…

Stupefied and taken aback, Gu Hai drew the curtains close, sealing his sight from the gatherings outside. His hand gripped the refrigerator door open, only to find that nothing was in there. His eyes like a global positioning system, mapped out and stalked the floor below his shadow, and not before long, it located a bottle of red wine that had not been opened yet. He then fished around in the tight crevices of the sofa and found the wine opener that had secretly hid itself. With skilled hands, he jabbed the corkscrew into the secured cap of the wine bottles, twisted it several times and unplugged the cork. The bottle kissed his desolated lips and the intoxicating liquid rushed inside his awaiting tongue.

Gulp, gulp, gulp. He chugged it down, but after only two gulps, the doorbell suddenly rang.

His throat paused its’ motion, practically stopping for a moment. Pretending not to hear the invading sound, he continued to force down several more gulps.

The doorbell rang again.

With a sullen, yet calm demeanor, Gu Hai dropped the wine bottle on a nearby tea table, straightened up his spine and walked toward the front door.

A burst of pain shot throughout his forehead from all the alcohol. All ten of his fingers, that had not been active for days, felt clumsy and awkward as if they were not apart of his body. He struggled to turn the doorknob several times before he, somehow, unknowingly, managed to finally jerk it open.

Outside stood a lonely figure.

Gu Hai stared, blankly. Dumbfounded.

Bai Luo Yin was still wearing the same down jacket that he had wore the day he left. He dragged the same luggage as before. And, his hands were encased and kept warm by the same pair of gloves that Gu Hai had given him, that Christmas Eve, all those weeks ago.

His hands gripped tightly onto the bag of sticky sweet dumplings, as two attentively red ears peered down at Gu Hai.

At this moment, time ceased.

Neither of them said a word to each other. They silently observed each other while an undercurrent of immense and passionate emotion swept under and surrounded them.

At long last, Gu Hai strode over, each step lessened the proximity between them. He suddenly pulled Bai Luo Yin toward him, held him tightly within his arms and trapped him in his never ending warmth.

No one can describe that feeling of when you recover everything that you have lost. That feeling was the same one that engulfed, possessed and overwhelmed Gu Hai at that very moment. It tortured and continuously attacked his heart, causing him to teeter on the verge of collapsing. As if any second now, the edge of the cliff will crumble, sending him into an endless pit.

Nor can anyone put into words or even come to understand what Bai Luo Yin felt at that very moment, how precious…how dear Gu Hai was to him.

Gu Hai wrapped one of his arm firmly around Bai Luo Yin’s back, as if to embed him into his own body, while the other hand, curled around the back of Bai Luo Yin’s head. With his face slightly turned, his cold lips gently caressed the outer edge of Bai Luo Yin’s ear, allowing himself to take solace in Bai Luo Yin’s body heat.

Originally, Bai Luo Yin’s heart was very calm. Even when he pressed the doorbell, he didn’t have any particular feeling or expectation that could be pinpointed. But once Gu Hai hugged him with such intensity, all kinds of emotions effervescence to the surface. Sparks of electricity ruptured throughout his body, igniting his nerves and encased him in a feeling that he refused to word.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bai Luo spoke first.

“Gu Hai, I’ll remember this, you owe me one.”

Gu Hai’s body stiffened for a second, as he momentarily released Bai Luo Yin before a steadfast resolution rain over him.

“I will repay you back!”

With a faint smile, Bai Luo Yin almost relieved, urged Gu Hai to take his belongings inside.

Gu Hai peered down and noticed the bag in Bai Luo Yin’s hand, then asked, “What’s this?”

“Sticky rice balls, I won them by answering all the riddles on the lanterns correctly.”

Gu Hai took the bag and glanced over at the digital clock hanging on the wall. It was only then, did he realized that today was the Lantern Festival.

For a moment, he felt extremely touched. A twinge of happiness manifested within his soul.

“Then, let me boil them, you just need to sit here and wait.”

After he said this, he hurried into the kitchen. And, just as he was about to turn the gas in the stove on, his eyes caught sight of Bai Luo Yin who had joined him inside.

“I’m warning you. You better try and cook them thoroughly in one go this time. If you keep on tasting one and throwing one out as you go, there won’t be anything left for us to eat.”

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A/N:

*1 This reminded Bai Luo Yin’s of when Gu Hai cooked dumplings for him, and before he gave it to Bai Luo in, he would check to see if it was cooked or not.

*2 This refers to when a girl gets married and move out to live with her husband, so to Bai Han Qi, how can it be that this notion would apply to a son too. XD You funny man you!

** I will update notes on sticky rice balls (yuan xiao) and sticky rice balls with sweet soup (tang yuan) later since I find that it is an important part of the Lantern Festival **

The original novel is written by Chai Jidan

I do not own any of its’ content

I am merely an amateur translator/editor

Dear Fat Girls:
I used to think that sex was something I wasn’t allowed to speak about. I used to hesitate when my girlfriends were all sharing stories about love interests. Who would want me? Who would be ridiculous enough to love me? Touch me? I used to think my pictures made everyone cringe the way they made me. I believed there were parts of the world I couldn’t live in. I didn’t share certain poems because I didn’t want to make my audience uncomfortable. My sexuality was something I kept in my pillow case. I could only feel sexy when no one was watching. I thought the only place I was allowed to love myself was in the dark. All of that is very different now. I share it with you because I think if someone had told me how wrong I was sooner I would have become this fabulous funny and fly woman years ago. I want you to know that I see you and I think that you are perfect. You beautiful Brown/Black woman. You different body in all its glory. You are smart, witty, sexy, coy, brilliant, brave, soft, powerful, vulnerable and loving. You are something like an art piece in a gallery. A rare painting. Teach the world to take its time when looking at you. The way a full moon gathers an audience. You’re perfect. I will always remind you, just like you do when I begin to forget my own perfections.

It’s your fault! Daterfarwanisgat…you shit, fuck you! Goddammit! You destroyed everything! You evil maniacal little over-puffed mucho-muscular I-got-a-big-sword-but-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-it asshole WHO LEFT WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE!!!
—  Casca’s rant from the Berserk anime outtakes. This was so beautiful and perfect that I just had to transcribe it in all its glory.

What is the American Dream anymore anyway?
-
Some say it died back in the ‘50s and now we’re just wandering aimless, each of us carving our path through a goalless wilderness.
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I don’t know if I agree. I mean, we’re all striving for something, aren’t we? We struggle and the struggle can’t be in vain. If we knew it was all for nothing, we’d stop trying.
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But no. We push push on. All of us create and define the American Dream every day. This is mine, my current dream, in all its perfect and imperfect glory. #orangeisoptimism

Started this a week or so ago and I just don’t have the stamina tonight to finish/ perfect it. So here it is in all its rough, ugly glory- Team Double Dragon Sips & Lewis (much buff so fighter).

Everytime I try to recall Double Dragon, I first think of Street Fighter. I don’t know why. The early 90’s were weird like that.  I actually do recall playing plenty of Double Dragon on my gameboy on trips as a kid. I should be ashamed. 

Much hype for tomorrow!

Two Little Ducks Part 18

Selena POV;

“Nervous?” Ashley asked as we followed our security into the building where my audition was to be held.

“I don’t know. A little I guess.”

After Annabelle was born, it was easy to continue working on my music but my acting on the other hand came to a halt because of the demanding schedule. I couldn’t just spend a month or more on a movie set with a baby at home. And as much as I’ve missed acting, I miss Justin and the kids ten times more and I’ve only been gone a day; maybe this is some kind of indication.

“Do you want to run lines?” I nodded, flipping through my script in order to avoid stares from all the other women waiting to audition. I thought that by going early we would avoid the crowds but obviously not. Luckily it didn’t take long for me to tryout and within an hour Ash and I were on our way back to the hotel.

“Do you want to go shopping? Maybe grab a bite to eat?”

“Yeah. Meet me in my room in 15? I just want to change into something more comfortable and call Jay real quick.”

“Perfect. I told Ry I would call him too so I’ll see you in a few.” She walked down the hall towards her room, leaving me to my thoughts. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled out my phone and dialed Justin. The phone rang only twice before he picked up, his voice groggy.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey did I wake you up? I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you did but it’s okay.” I heard him yawn, “I love waking up to your voice.”

“I can call you later,” I offered, still feeling bad. I forgot about the 3 hour time difference.

“Naw you’re fine. How’s New York?”

“It’s okay. I miss y’all.”

“Aww we miss you too baby.”

“How are the littles?”

“They’re good. I took them to Build-A-Bear yesterday which Ells loved.”

“I can imagine.” I giggled.

“How was your audition? You already had it right?”

“Yeah, it was fine I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I just don’t know if it’s something I want to do anymore. Maybe I like being a housewife.”

“Well it’s all up to you babe. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy.”

“I know. I think I’ll just wait it out and see if I get called back or anything. It’s such a well written script and the role is perfect but I don’t want to be away from you guys.”

“We would make it work,” Justin reassured, “hey, don’t worry about it for right now okay? Go have fun with Ashley before you have to catch your flight tonight. If you go shopping use the Bank of America card. I just paid the bills with the Wells Fargo one yesterday.”

“Okay I will. Is Ashton awake? I can hear him crying.”

“Yeah, he’s up. I’m gonna go feed him.”

“Alright, I’ll call you later. Maybe we could Skype before you put the kids to bed tonight? My flight doesn’t leave until 11 so…”

“Of course! I love you gorgeous.”

“I love you too. Bye baby.”

“Bye beautiful.”

Justin POV;

“Morning daddy!”

I smiled at the pitter patter of Annabelle’s feet, shaking my head at the little monkey. Climbing out of her crib was her favorite thing to do as of lately and even as Sel and I continued to lower her mattress she still managed to escape. It’s probably about time we switch her over to a real bed.

“What are you doing up?” I asked her as she crawled onto the couch beside me, cuddling into my side.

“I not tired no more.” She smiled up at me, “what you doing?”

“I’m feeding Ashton.” He looked so sweet, laying against me with his lips puckered around the tip of the bottle.

“But why?”

“Because he’s hungry.”

“Mommy not feed him like that. You doing it wrong,” Ells accused, fiddling with the buttons on Ashton’s blue onesie. It was one of my favorites because it was embroidered with the words, ‘daddy’s little mini me’.

“What do you mean?” I fought to keep myself from laughing, knowing it would only upset her.

More times than not Sel would breastfeed Ashton nonetheless whenever she wasn’t available, she would use the pump so that I could make use of the many baby bottles we had laying around. 

“Mommy uses her this.” Annabelle pressed her finger against my chest, “but they’re bigga.”

“Daddy can’t feed the baby like that. I have to use the bottle,” I explained, throwing a cloth over my shoulder and burping Ashton gently.

“Why mommy have two?” She babbled.

“Two of what?” I shook my head in confusion.

“Two of this.” Once again, Annabelle pressed her little finger against my chest.

“Because everyone has two…” I contemplated as to which word to use, “breasts.”

“Oh. Is one for the hot food and one for the cold food for Ashton?”

I was nearly in tears at that point so I just kept my mouth shut, letting her decide for herself. Sometimes she was too curious for her own good.

When I finally found my composure I spoke up, “What do you want to do today babe? Do you want some breakfast?”

“I hold him daddy?” She completely ignored my question, her full attention now on her little brother.

“Hold still,” I instructed. She did as told, knowing the drill.

I carefully placed Ashton into her arms, adjusting her hands so that he was supported properly. He was getting to where he could hold his own head up which made it a bit easier for Annabelle to hold him.

“I love you Ashy.” She fixed his hat for him then pressed a kiss against it sweetly.

“Awww,” I cooed, pulling my phone out of my pocket hastily to snap a picture of the two. They’re just too cute.

After a mini photo-shoot, I took Ashton back from Ells, holding him against me as I rummaged through the kitchen for something to eat.

“Cookies!” Ells chanted when I reached for the familiar jar. I took a large bite out of a chocolate chip one before handing what was left over to her.

As I looked out the window, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun was bright in all its glory. A perfect morning to be outside.

“I know what we’re going to do today.”

*

“Is it good?” I tightened Annabelle’s facemask so that it wouldn’t slip off. She nodded, giving me a thumbs up. I chuckled, placing a mask over my own mouth to lead by good example. I wasn’t one to wear one when spray painting but I didn’t want Annabelle inhaling any of the fumes, even though it was nontoxic, and I knew if I didn’t wear one, she wouldn’t.

I would probably be killed if something went wrong but what Selena doesn’t know won’t hurt her right?

“Shake this for daddy.” I handed her a fresh can of hot pink paint, letting her shake it while I set the baby monitor on the ground near the skateboard ramp where we would be busy. Ashton had just gone down for his nap so I knew he probably wouldn’t be up for a while but I still needed to know if he did awake.

“Okay, ready?”

“Yeah!” I didn’t want her using actual spray paint but I’d washed out several old cleaning spray bottles and filled them with a mixture of water and a variety of different colored paint so that she could have just as much fun as me. 

“Okay you gotta press this and then you can paint.” I took the actual spray paint bottle from her and handed her the kid friendly one, showing her how to work it.

It didn’t take her long to figure it out and before I knew it we were both busy on our latest masterpiece. Each time I looked over she was using a different color, her hands and clothes covered in more paint than the ramp.

“Are you having fun?”

“Hmmhm. Wook!”

“I see. You’re doing a good job princess,” I encouraged. A good 40 minutes passed before I heard Ashton’s cries through the baby monitor.

“Come on.” I stuck my paint covered hand out for Annabelle’s, leading her towards the laundry room. I wasn’t going to leave her outside by herself, especially with the pool not being gated. Sure we had a security system on it but I still wasn’t going to take any risks.

I scrubbed my hands with hot water and soap in the sink before locking the door to outside.

“I’ll be right back.” I told her, making her stay in the laundry room for just a minute because she was covered from head to toe in paint, “don’t go anywhere.”

“Okay daddy.”

“Promise?”

“Pwomise.” I worried the whole way upstairs, moving as fast as I could. How much trouble could she really get into while I’m upstairs?  Unfortunately my question was answered when I walked back down the stairs, Ashton on my hip.

“Oh my god! What did you do!?!” Holy shit.

“I make Pickles bootiful!”

“That’s an understatement,” I muttered under my breath sarcastically. The dog looked like a fucking rainbow and was in the midst of leaving gorgeous paw prints all over the wood floor. I’m screwed; officially dead.