#aidan.

"C'mon now, Nash, you can't just go swinging a fishing pole like that. You just about took my eye out," Aidan tells his nephew as he takes the pole from him in exchange for a small bucket. "Unlike your mama, you've still got time to learn how to fish properly. You wanna learn how to fish properly, don't ya?" he teases, glancing over his shoulder at his twin. He flashes Lia a shit-eating grin as Nash giggles and nods his little head with vigor. "That's what I thought! Fist bump, little man," he says, switching both poles to one hand and extending his free one to his nephew. It's only been a week since he's been in Atlanta, lying low, and already he's confident it had been the right decision. He'd missed his twin and her son. @gloriouswhispers

having just finished an extended shift at the station, reese craved a long nap and hot shower but unfortunately, crime in new york never slept. when his real job ended, his vigilante work began. thankfully, rory and sam weren’t home tonight it seemed, because an argument with his overprotective big sister was never something he liked. stripping down to change into his spidey suit, he paused at the sound of soft footsteps. ❝ hi... ❞ he murmured at the familiar face. ❝ shit, we had plans tonight didn’t we ?? i’m sorry. ❞

          Unable to help but rhythmically bob her head along to the lo-fi playlist quietly playing in the background of the laidback atmosphere 2am called for, Tasya occupied herself multi-tasking between cleaning up her station at the bar and eyeing the only table left with stragglers still seated in it. When they finally sorted out their check and stood up to leave, her eyes naturally sought out Aidan’s from across the floor. “Thank fucking God,” she mouthed, expression rife with dramatised relief before she grinned and stepped out from the bar to collect the miscellaneous  glasses left behind, conveniently bringing her closer to Aidan in the process. “I thought they’d never leave. Screw you for creating such a vibe-y place that we end up having campers.” The teasing comment rolled off her tongue as she nudged her hip against Aidan’s, hands still full. Retrograde’s closing routine was once she’d assisted in so often, she barely had to think about what she was doing. It gave her plenty of time to talk without it impeding the progress of her productivity. Well-aware the sooner everything was taken care of, the sooner they could officially dip out of the establishment, Tasya wasted no time dawdling around — that is, asides from baiting Aidan into some of her playful antics. Disappearing from view briefly only to drop off a tub of remaining dirty glassware in the kitchen, she began to work on locking and cleaning up the beer taps. “Soooo,” she drawled, eyes flashing towards Aidan yet again, “what’s the plan tonight, babe? We grabbing a bite? Going back to yours? Tell me what you’re in the mood for.”

ofc ofc!!!

     thin, knobby wrist flexes onto its side so cool brown eyes can examine the clock face on the leather band that wraps around it. 5:32 PM. his shift starts at 6, and he is early. so, he sits on the steps outside the side door, watching the sun set, smoking a cigarette, surrounded by the smell of trash and the sounds of the city, strangely comfortable and in his element in the cramped alley.       he looks up from his watch to catch the gaze of a young man who looks objectively worse than he does, which is really saying something. he glances down at the carton of cigarettes in his other hand and then lifts it toward him. “you want one of these?” he says around the filter pinched between his teeth. he’s such a good samaritan.