did i ever tell y’all about my little cousin who i’m very patiently waiting for her to turn 12 or 13 so i can get her to read city of bones as a long term comedic revenge plot against her father

I have a request if you are interested? :)

A teen!dad jess. He has a best friend from New York (she can have a name or it can be Y/N, you can choose) (they are endgame, jess never had feelings for Rory but she has feelings for Jess, it won't go anywhere) Jess and his best friend have a kid, they co-parent (whether they are dating already or in the future is up to you) Jess gets sent to Stars Hallow, she ends up moving to stars Hallow to, to be close to Jess and so their kid can be with him too (she is emancipated, plus Jess knows she's coming because they keep in contact) if anyone reading this would like to turn this into an actual story, I'm totally down for reading it :) if you choose this request, I look forward to reading it. Thank you!!

hi noonie!! this is my first requests omg wowowow i think this is a great idea! im sorry if its kinda sloppy and not how u wanted! but i hope u enjoyy ! wc: 1.7k also i saw how you said that jess knew she was coming, but whats more fun than a suprise? ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As your best friend grabbed his bag and walked towards you and your one-year-old son, you forced yourself to keep your composure. You didn't know how you were going to okay without him. You'll still see him when he comes back to visit for holidays and such, but it won't be the same. You didn't want Jess to leave and neither did he, but he had no choice. He walked over to you and S/N. Reaching out for his father, S/N cooed and Jess took him from you. Jess held him preciously like it would be the last time. "Be good for your mom kid." He kissed his head.

He put down S/N into his crib before walking over to you and grabbed both of your hands. "I'm going to call you twice a day. Morning and night, okay? If there's anything you need, I'm there for you." He explained clearly. You nodded your head as you chewed on your lip, unable to form words. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug. Jess Mariano was your best friend. Having S/N was an accident, but you and Jess both believed that everything happens for a reason, so you kept him. And neither of you regret it. Your relationship is a little odd, but you love him nonetheless. You pulled away and kissed his cheek. "You'll be okay." You whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek. "And so will you, Y/N. You're the strongest person I know." You smiled softly at his words and gave him a picture of the three of you. He grinned and held it tightly. "Don't miss your bus, buddy." You joked. He ruffled your hair and waved goodbye.

A year later, you still feel the same as you did before. You know, the same day the two of you created a child, the same day you gave birth, and the same day he left. And you were panicking. "Oh, S/N, I'm so excited!" You jumped around making S/N giggle. He bounced along with you. "But I'm nervous too. What if he found someone else?" Then you gasped. "What if he cut all of his hair off?" You exaggerated just to see S/N's goofy smile. "This isn't about me though. This is all for you!" You tickled him (ugh, he's so darn cute). You grabbed your luggage, held S/N on your hip, and left the apartment. Stars Hollow was a cute name, you had to admit. You were thrilled to live in a small town! When you arrived, you stepped off the bus and looked around. Just as you imagined, it looked great! But maybe you should’ve told Jess you decided to be spontaneous and move to Connecticut. On the other hand, Jess could be on the verge of dying from boredom, so a surprise is the perfect thing to cheer him up.

“Thoughts, S/N?” You asked, clenching your hand into a fist as a pretend mic to his mouth. Your adorable son stared at you with his gorgeous eyes. Damn he looks just like his mother. Kidding, he’s an exact replica of Jess. Anywho, you accepted his answer and began to explore.

45 minutes later, you realized that you didn’t plan this out well enough like you thought. Even after talking to Jess everyday on the phone for an entire year, you didn’t know where exactly he was located. Fortunately, you took notice that people often went into a cute little diner called “William’s Hardware Store”, so you followed the crowd into the diner a little bit confused because this didn’t look like a hardware store. You walked in and almost immediately, people started turning to look at you. But atleast S/N enjoyed the attention.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and walked over to the stools at the counter and sat next to a girl around your age. You placed S/N in your lap and took in your surroundings. The girl you were sat next to turned around and gave you a bright grin. “Hi! You’re the new girl, aren’t you?” Her voice was sweet like candy (in the best way possible). “That I am! I’m Y/N. And this dude here is S/N.” You grabbed his hand making him give a little wave. She giggled. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. And you too, S/N.” She tickled his belly quickly and perked up to you. “I’m Rory!”

You looked to where a boy was coming out of a hidden room and THERE HE WAS IRJAHDJWHS

Thank goodness he didn’t cut all of his hair off. You suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach, which you hated. Rory turned to face where you were looking and scoffed. But he was right out the door as quickly as he came. “Not the best of friends?” You asked, jokingly. “Jess? It's.. kind of weird right now. But yeah, no.” She informed you. You nodded. Weird? Like romantic weird?

“Hey, what can I get you?”

You turned away from Rory and looked in front of you. This looks EXACTLY like who Jess explained to be his uncle, Luke. You remember seeing a sign saying “Luke’s” bellow the hardware store sign. Backwards baseball cap, plaid shirt, scruffy facial hair, this must be him. “This is Luke, Y/N. Luke, Y/N just moved here from.. where?” Rory introduced and then turned to you. “New York.” You replied. “Oh, welcome. What part? My nephew Jess is from New York also.” Luke smiled. “Same as him.” You responded. Rory and Luke looked confused and you felt awkward again. Not the right choice of words.

That was until Luke’s face changed from “what is she talking about?” to “ohhh THAT Y/N!” You're glad you didn't have to explain.

“Y/N! It’s great to meet you! How are you? Is this S/N?” Luke looked below to see S/N’s cute lil chubby face. “Yup, this is him!” You held S/N up higher so Luke could see him better. “Wait you know Jess?” Rory asked. “Father of my kid. It wasn’t planned, but things happen, you know? Anyway, he’s my best friend. We’ve know each other since childhood, actually.” You explained. “Wow, this is amazing! So- so you live here now?” Before you could answer Luke, he rushed up and walked to a phone, dialing a number. “I'm gonna get him to come back right now, don't worry."

“Oh, uh. Well sure, I suppose.” You muttered. “Um, well I have to go home to my mom, but it was great meeting you! See you around!” Rory waved goodbye and left. You mentally smacked yourself on the forehead. You were never good at first impressions, EVER. Just a few seconds after Rory left, the door opened again to reveal a sweaty Jess with a panicked expression. “Where’s the fire? Why’s everyone so calm?” He ran over to Luke. “Here, lemme show you.” Luke placed his hand on Jess’ shoulder and guided him to your seat. You fixed your hair as quickly as possible.

Jess stood and stared. “Wh-What are you doing here?” He brightly smiled. He looked down at S/N, who stared into his eyes. He took him from you and rocked him slowly. “Hey, kid.” Jess kissed S/N’s head. “Hi, Jess.” You spoke shyly.

He then turned his attention back to you. “Hey,” He gazed. You stood up quickly and wrapped your arms around him. Luke took S/N from Jess so he could hug you back fully. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispered in your neck. “I missed you.” You told him, pulling away. Although Jess always had trouble expressing his feelings into words, it was a little tense when he didn’t respond back to you.

Luke awkwardly turned to you. “Sorry, Y/N, I gotta get back to work.” He apologized, giving S/N back to you. “It was nice meeting you.” You smiled. He winked and walked back to the kitchen.

"Sooo, how have you been?" You asked, trying to start a conversation while bouncing S/N in your lap. "I've been alright." He put his hands in his pockets and began to speak when a blond chick wrapped her arms around him. "Hey. Where were you? I thought we were gonna go to my place." She prodded. She then turned to face you. "Aw, cute baby."

Of course he had a girlfriend. He was always cool and popular in school, so why wouldn't he be here? You were terribly mistaken to think otherwise. But now you felt a weird pit in your stomach. This was a bad move. You shouldn't have come here. But no, your son needs his father. So, you decide to be brave for S/N.

"Can we do this later?" He mumbled to her. "So you expect me to be okay with this? Ugh, what's the matter with you?" She stormed out of the diner before Jess could respond (not that he wanted to). "Trouble in paradise?" You questioned wholeheartedly. Although you were disappointed, you weren't going let this get in the way of your friendship. He scoffed. "Shane is definitely not my paradise. Look," He got serious for a moment and sat down on a stool next to you. "I'm happy you're here. Really, I am! But you came at a bad time." He told you. "Love triangle?" You joked, thinking back to how Rory said things were weird between them two. "How'd you know?" Jess' eyebrows furrowed. Oh. "Lucky guess." You shrugged. Well, this can't get any better can it? "It was nice seeing you. I should go start unpacking though." You stood up and switched S/N to your other hip. "Listen, let me get things sorted out and I promise I will be with you." He grabbed your hand. "Sorted out? Jess, you shouldn't feel forced to be with me. It's okay, I promise." You tried to reason with him. Why did he make it seem like he had no other option but you? Clearly he has choices.

"No, no. I need to be with you. Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I was gonna go back home?" He asked. You nodded. "That's because I wanted to be with you and my son. But you stopped me and I listened. So, now you're here and I'm gonna be the best damn father I can, alright?" He let go of your hand and ran behind the curtain. All of a sudden, S/N began to cry.

a/n: i'm gonna do a part two dont worryy! im just tired rn but i will try and draft something later tonight and maybe post it tmr xx this was a little hard for me to write since jess would be more mature as a father (atleast i think so) and he wasnt alone like in the show yk? but i had fun nonetheless :)

lying in wait

Randomly listened to some Hamilton over the weekend, ended up with "Wait For It" stuck in my head, and wrote this in a couple hours today. I think it's angst, but with a nice dash of crack? Idk 😅 But I hope it makes you smile! 🫶 below + AO3

November 3, 1981

The cottage is silent, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hall, and it’s already pitch dark, with only the faint glow of street lamps and budding moonlight shining in through rain-slicked windows. 

Lily draws up her knees to her chest where she sits on the sofa, peering mindlessly into blurry windowpane. She doesn’t remember the last time she walked aimlessly down a road, or went into a shop. Sometimes, on stormy autumn nights like this, she wonders if she ever will again. 

Footsteps tumble down the stairs, then come to an abrupt halt. 

“Lil?” She can see his shadowed outline, one hand in his hair. “You just…sitting in the dark?”

She shrugs, though he probably can’t see, and asks, “Harry went down alright, then?” 

James chuckles to himself as he crosses the room, picking his way around the furniture until he drops onto the sofa next to her. “After reading every book twice and playing the Snitch game for thirty minutes…yes.” He leans closer, grinning. “Our son is asleep.” 

She rests a hand on his scruffy cheek. “It’s only supposed to be ten minutes of the Snitch game,” she teases him. 

“I know,” James sighs. “But he asked for ten more.” 

Lily snorts. “What, and then ten more after that?” 

He throws his hands weakly in his lap. “Wha—am I supposed to say no to the kid? He looks just like me!” 

She falls into him, a laughing heap, and for a moment, they simply giggle deliriously together. It’s nice. It’s normal. Or at least a sliver of it.

James cuddles her into him, and Lily breaths him in. They’ve lost so many over the few years since Hogwarts, but they still have each other. She clings on to that, to him.

“I love you,” she says into his chest. 

He kisses the top of her head. “I love you, too.”

A stretching silence; a heavy sigh. “It’s his birthday.” 

“I know,” James murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about him.” 

Lily peels herself off his chest and swings a leg over his lap, sitting with her arms looped around his neck. How many conversations have they had over the years while sitting just like this? How many more will they get? 

“He said he’d be in touch by today.” Her mind won’t stop racing. “What if this was a bad id—” 

“It wasn’t,” James cuts her off. “Besides.” A heavy sigh. “It was…our only idea.”

“Do you think…” She pauses, plays with his hair. “Do you think we…did the right thing?” 

He sits up straighter, pulling her closer against him. “You’re the only two people in my life I know I can trust completely,” he says. “So yeah, I think we did.” 

There’s no use rehashing it again; they’ve done that enough. Yes, he now has a target on his back, but it’s not like he wasn’t already a target before. No, it couldn’t have been anyone else—not Albus, who knows more than he’s saying; not Remus, whom Albus and Sirius both suspect; and not Peter, who’s been looking exhausted and strung-out from the night-shift reconnaissance he’s been assigned. Yes, he had to leave. And no, it wasn’t cowardly to do so.

Granted, that last bit had taken a not insignificant amount of convincing (damned Gryffindor), but he eventually came around to their idea. Staying around in England with Voldemort sure to be onto him was certain death. But why not take advantage of being top of Voldemort’s mind? Why make it easy, when instead he could make it hard? Give the Order a leg up? Let them use him (or rather, the idea of him) as bait to lure and manipulate all the Death Eaters looking for him, and maybe even root out the spy in the process? And really, if anyone was going to lead Voldemort on a wild goose chase, setting traps and lying in wait, who better than Sirius Black?

Still, she worries. She can’t help it. And she knows James worries too, even if he does do a better job of hiding it. 

There’s only one thing left to do, really; only one way to pass the time sufficiently distracted from racing thoughts. James must read her mind, because he’s all eager hands and excited tongue when she kisses him. Maybe it’s unhealthy, how much they’ve used sex to cope the past year. But when his mouth feels like this and hair’s in her hands…she’s not sure she cares.

“Prongs!”

They jump, springing apart like they’re fifth years caught after curfew. James swears under his breath as they fumble to right the clothes they’d started shoving aside before he reaches for the small mirror sitting on the coffee table.

“Padfoot!” 

Lily frantically feels around the sofa for her wand. 

“Why’s it so dar—oh, don’t tell me you were just—”

“We were waiting for you,” James covers. 

“Mate. That’s worse. Just say you were shagging.” 

“Well, we weren’t yet.”

“Hi, Sirius.” She brandishes her now-glowing wand, recovered from the seam between the cushions. 

“Lily! Looking rumpled as ever!” 

She yanks her cardigan back up her shoulder as she scolds, “Shut it.”

“I miss you, too.” 

They can only see Sirius’s chin in frame, and it seems like he’s moving around. 

“Happy birthday, man,” James says.

“Thanks.” 

“Where are you?” 

“Hang on—I have to show you—ready?” 

“Yeah?” 

His face comes into view and Lily instantly gasps. 

Sirius grins. “Like it?” 

His once shoulder-length hair’s been chopped off stylishly short in a fresh cut that makes him look like old Hollywood charm in that loose button-down he has on. 

“Damn, Pads!” 

“I…barely recognize you,” Lily stammers. 

“Well.” He adjusts the mirror closer to his face. “That’s sorta the point.” 

A heavy pit settles in her stomach. 

“How you been?” James asks. “Travel go okay?” 

“Yeah, fine.” Sirius shrugs. “I’ve been doing things the Muggle way—that Muggle Studies N.E.W.T.’s finally paying off, who woulda thought.”

“Where are you now?”

The mirror turns around, panning over an ocean-side city lit up with lights through a set of patio doors. “Cannes,” he says, and Lily hears the grin in his voice. The mirror turns back to his face. “I have access to money here, dad’s side of the family, in the French bank. And I figure…” He flops back atop a hotel bed, one hand beneath his head. “If Voldemort wants to come get me, he’ll just have to bring his snakey arse down to the beach, won’t he?”

They all bust up into snorting, wheezing laughter. It’s not normal; none of it’s normal. But laughing with her husband and their best friend like this is the closest to normal she’s felt in a long time, and she thinks, if this is how life has to be for awhile, she can live with it.

December 2 - 8

Here's your weekly rec list! I didn't reread anything this week, but I will be rereading some of the fics I read this week so it all balances out, probably.

The lists are tagged as ‘Han’s Buddie Recs’ and 'Han's Weekly Fic Recs'. Comments in italics are from me! 

Newly Read

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/@letmetellyouaboutmyfeelsExplicit || 67.9k When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man.

Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary.

Their house is haunted.

If you liked Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston this fic is for you. 

Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars Mature || 62.8k The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back

This fic made me rabid. I’ve bullied at least three people into reading it in the last week and now you all are my latest victims. Read this story!!!!! It’s so damn good.

you and i'll be safe and sound by spaceprincessem/@spaceprincessem Teen || 50.8k the buddie hunger games au

This fic does such a great job staying true to Buck and Eddie’s characters while keeping the same plot/structure as The Hunger Games books. Highly recommend it! 

yearning from wanting you by farfromthstars/@buckactuallys Mature || 18.3k while christopher is at camp, buck and eddie strike up a friends with benefits situation. it doesn't really get complicated until the kid comes back.

it hurts to hope for more by 42hrb/@exhuastedpigeon Mature || 15.5k Buck wants to be a dad, it takes a couple break-ups and a major non-romantic heartbreak for him to figure out that maybe he already is.

This is half shameless self plug, half I actually read this fic this week after I posted it and was like 'damn bitch you actually did it, you wrote the fic you wanted to read'

reachin for me (makin love to someone else) by inbetweenthestacks/@organizedstardust Explicit || 8.3k Buck says Eddie’s name while having sex with Natalia.

can't do a love song (not the way you sang them to me) by hattalove/@hattalove Mature || 7.3k in which buck sleeps around for healthy reasons, and thinks about his next-door neighbor a healthy amount.

even when the heat breaks I’m still yours by thewolvesof1998/@thewolvesof1998 Explicit || 6.1k Buck and Eddie get stuck in a cabin during a heatwave, they finally take the next step and fuck nasty on the floor.

Ruin Me Like Castle Walls and Burn Me Like a Village by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Explicit || 6.5k When a call goes wrong, Buck sees a new side to Eddie, and starts to realize a lot of things about his best friend. And himself.

Dragon Eddie and extremely hot sex? Yes please. 

I have not wanted syllables by iphigenias/@oatflatwhite Mature || 3.3k Five times Buck and Eddie don’t say “I love you” + one time they do.

moth to a flame by brewrosemilk/@gayhoediaz Teen || 1.7k Eddie’s kiss is so gentle that Buck aches.

From the way in which he could be pushing Buck back into the lockers and cage him in - but is doing anything but. To the careful, barely-there hold on his face, and the sweet brush of his lips - light as a feather, no pressure added, tongue absolutely nowhere in sight.

WIPs

let you set the pace by devirnis/@devirnis Explicit || 12.7k (1/2 chapters completed) When Eddie had first broached the idea with Buck – haltingly, like he was afraid Buck was going to take offence, or something else ludicrous – Buck had gotten hard so fast that he’d felt lightheaded. Two whole days where Eddie would keep him tied to the bed (or other furniture, Buck’s sure) so he could have his wicked way with him? Buck must have done something very good in a past life.

It's a pensive, quiet little Scott and Penelope thing that sort of ambushed me. I like their fond, comfortable rapport and working relationship, and I like to wonder sometimes how they deal with being heirs in the spotlight. I also subscribe to a headcanon they might have been an on-again, but mostly off-again (some)thing some time early on. Sometimes adulthood is about letting go of what you think you should want to focus on what you need. But it's mostly about Scott's tumultuous sense of self, of course.

SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT

To be honest, they were both drunk. Quite leisurely so, nothing over the board. It's been a long day of Tracy Industries negotiations in London, then a longer reception at Creighton-Ward manor, featuring most of the same people. Scott was honestly ready to not see them any time soon and call it a night.

But they were currently huddled comfortably in one of Penelope's smaller drawing rooms, or sitting rooms, or whatever the appropriate name rooms, once the guests took their leave. Penny had her killer heels off and stockinged feet tucked beneath her in the nook of a satin Regency sofa. He probably had the timestamp and the term wrong. He didn't care - the scotch in his hand was definitely the appropriate name and age, sending soothing warmth all the way down to the legs he managed to blissfully stretch across a fancy floral carpet... thing by the sofa. He was half of a mind to kick off the shiny dress shoes, but thought better of it, opting to just loosen the black bow-tie.

Penny was nursing a flute of champaign. Silences and chatter stretched comfortably at even intervals. This was nice. The camaraderie. The company. His eyes were drooping - a really grueling acquisition deal settled (hence the big guns - a reception at "the palace" to celebrate). He clutched the tumbler tighter, keeping alert, marginally aware falling asleep on a lady mid-sentence was probably rude even by his Kansas hick standards.

Penelope hid a smile behind a crystal rim and took a sip. He bit his lip in time to not offer a penny for her thoughts. That would be corny even by Gordon's baseline. Penelope tilted her head, watching his profile.

"It wasn't ever going to work."

That wasn't a question, which didn't register right away. He wasn't quite following, when she elaborated.

"Us. It was never going to work. We're too alike."

Huh? Now he really wasn't following. Maybe too much scotch and too little sleep wasn't a good idea. What was she talking about? There was never a "them". There was a Kansas flyboy once upon a time, a Hero's son and a wannabe dashing hero, and an Actual Princess. He had eyes - she was picture perfect beautiful, of course. And twice as smart. But so much was happening all at once, and then even more was happening in close succession, followed by yet more things that were never to happen then on. His tenure as a flyboy had ended almost before it ever began, his tenure as a Hero's son was called into question for lack of the Hero father all of a sudden, and his tenure as a dashing hero himself... He would be the first one to have major reservations about that. She was best friends with his little brother. They were practically the same person, so similar in demeanor and reactions, and dry wit. His other kid brother was so unapologetically smitten by her - it spilled from an endearing childhood crush into the full force tsunami of first love. So no, there was never a "them". There never could be. Besides, how similar could they be? John... Well, John could pull off class, sophisticated small talk (just barely, in a safe, vetted environment, but still), even the cut glass accent, if he wanted to. Scott still sometimes felt like a backwater flyboy in the society that looked to him to step up and be Jeff Tracy, Leader of Men and Hero Extraordinaire. He gulped a sip of diluted scotch and opted for a quip:

"You don't happen to know how to fly a supersonic rocket plane, do you?"

He was only half joking. Whatever Penelope had been trained for - she was good and getting better still. She kept studying his profile over the brim of her flute.

"No, I don't, darling. But I do know legacy and expectations, and weight of responsibility attached to a name."

He didn't have much to object to that. The silence stretched - not uncomfortable, but loaded. A whisper of ghosts in the space between them. Now seemed a good time to reach out to her, clasp a slender hand - to acknowledge and thank her for that understanding. But his shoulders and arms were leaden - the weight of the mantle pinning him down. Even his feet felt heavy and stiff - his father's shoes a deadweight, dragging him steadily under. He was both too drunk and not drunk enough for this conversation. Maybe she was too.

Penelope smoothed the silk of her evening gown over her tucked knees and trained her eyes at the wall of portraits, past his sitting form. It occurred to him that she was talking out loud to herself as much as to him.

"You need a Queen. To rule by your side. To rule in your name and await you from battle."

He let a rueful chuckle escape.

"Do I?"

No, that was Dad and Mom. Dad was King Arthur. Mom kept the lights on for him to find the way back from the stars and reigned supreme in their little world. Scott was but an interim impostor in an oversized crown.

"And you need a valliant faithful knight, m'lady. Or a devoted pirate."

He summoned the energy to twist a bit and look straight at her. This time she hid both the smile and a flash of blue gaze in the almost empty crystal flute.

"Maybe I do, good sir."

So maybe once upon a time there were a Kansas flyboy and an Actual Princess. Maybe there never were. A gentleman would never kiss and tell. And neither would a lady.

Bradley “Rooster”Bradshaw Imagine: To Be Loved By You

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female MitchellBejnamin!Reader

warnings: 11-year age gap

“Hey Dad,” you say coming down the beach to sit down next to Maverick on the sand. “Hey, kid. Where’ve you been?” he asks leaning over in his chair to give you a hug. “I was staying with Mom, working on some online classes. And, she started paying me to work at the bar and open early, since my days are free, but my nights are busy since Bradley is in town, so I’ve been doing that. But, she gave me today off. I was just sitting up there with her, but thought I’d come talk to you since you quit Dogfight football early,” you say with a laugh. He chuckles with you, before coming in with his next statement. “So,” he says, looking directly at Bradley, a grimace on his face. “I never would have imagined my kid would end up with Nick and Carole’s kid. Even if y'all were the same age I never would have imagined it, even less imaginable that you’re eleven years younger than he is,” he says, looking over at you. “I know it isn’t conventional Dad, and I know it’s kinda weird. But, if you really think about it, eleven years really isn’t that big of an age difference. I mean, look at Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds. Or Jay-Z and Beyonce, Priyanka and Nick Jonas. I could name more, but it would be pointless.” “Okay, I see your point. And I am happy for you. But you have to remember, I just found out when I came back. You and I talk twice a year, and Bradley still isn’t talking to me. Your mother knew the moment it happened. That was almost a year and a half ago,” he says looking at you. “I know Dad. But with Bradley being mad at you, and you and I barely talking after you left again, it just seemed like the right decision not to tell you. Then, when you were at the bar when Bradley and I went in, I got scared. Like you were going to be mad at me for falling in love with your best friend’s son,” you say, looking up at him like a lost child. “I would never be mad at you for that. Maybe it isn’t conventional, but when has anything a Mitchell ever done been conventional?” he says, before standing up, grabbing your arm and pulling you up as well, and pulling you into a hug. “I am so proud of you kid, and I always will be,” he whispers in your ear, before pulling away, and walking up to the deck your mother's sitting on. You smile at them, happy to see your parents together again, a part of you still feeling like a 13-year-old girl, watching her parents start to be happy with each other again. Even when her mother had married Amelia’s father, you had always secretly hoped that in the end it would be your parents. Then Amelia’s father left and it became a possibility. And now, right before your eyes, it was finally happening.   As you stood looking at your parents, you had no idea that the game of football had ended. You could still hear the soft chatter of the aviators behind you, so as you turned around, you never expected to see Bradley standing right behind you. “Hi Roo,” you say as he pulls you into his arms. “You’re gross and sweaty,” you say laughing, and jokingly push him away. “Hey! You can’t push me away, I haven’t gotten my kiss yet,” he says, tightening his arms around you. “Bradley,” you breathe as he leans his head down and starts gently kissing your neck. “Bradley, my dad is right there. And my mom for that matter,” you quietly say, not putting forth any real effort to make him stop, in fact, you start gripping tighter to the Hawaiian shirt he had thrown on. “You’re the one who made me do this,” he says, pulling back to look at you. “I just wanted one kiss. One simple kiss,” he says with a smile. “Oh really?” you question, looking up at him, with a sly smirk on your face. “Well, one for now. More later, but one for now,” he says, and you finally give in and let him kiss you as he leans back down. When you try to pull away, he tightens his hold on you and deepens the kiss when you gasp from the tightness. You begin to hear wolf whistles coming from somewhere behind you, and you force yourself away from Bradley and turn around to give the pilots that are watching you the bird. “Don’t you guys have anything better to do?” you yell to them from where you are standing. They laugh, and you watch as they all start walking up towards the Hard Deck, knowing that it was about to open.  You and Bradley follow, but it isn’t long before Bradley is pulling you aside again. “Let’s go back to your house, since everyone is up here,” he whispers into your ear. You blush, and shove him away. “How about a walk on the beach? If we go back to the house now both my mother and sister will know why,” you try to compromise with him. Due to the assignment he was on before, and the training for the mission from Top Gun, the two of you have not been able to have time alone together in a while. “That was a good compromise baby. Let’s go for a walk,” he says, and grabs your hand. The two of you walk along the beach, hands swinging in between the two of you. As you walk Bradley tells you what he can about the training that he’s going through, which isn’t much, and is essentially just him telling you the challenges without disclosing anything.  Eventually you stop walking and just look up at him, loving simply listening to him. “And these curves we keep having to… What’s wrong?” he asks you, concern washing over his features as he notices that you stopped walking. You just look up at him in awe. “Nothing Brads. It’s just… It’s just hard to get used to.” “What is?” he asks you, still slightly concerned. “Being the someone that someone cares for. I mean my mom loves me, but she’s also had Amelia, her exes, and my dad. My dad loves flying more than anything, except maybe my mother. But you, you’ve shown me what love really is. You’ve shown me how to love, and what it’s like to be loved. I couldn’t have asked for anything better,” you say, leaning into his chest while looking up at him. Bradley is speechless. You’d never opened up to him about your family like that before. He knows you love them, but he never knew how unloved you felt. “Y/N,” he says, pulling you close. “I love you so much. Why did you never tell me that before?” “Well it’s not necessarily something you want to admit. The fact that you’ve never felt absolutely loved before. But knowing you forever, and then falling in love with you, it made me realize that I want to tell you everything about myself.” At this revelation, he just pulls you tighter, before letting go of you. “I know we’ve only been dating for a year and a half, but I know I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you. And, I know my father would have loved you, and that my mother would love you even more if she knew we were together,” he says, before pulling you in for a mind numbing kiss.

HOLY SHIT!!!!! 🩷💜💙 I have a lot to say.

My initial Spoiler Thoughts for 7x4 in no particular order.

The Bachelor stuff, as expected, was cringe. In a fun way, but still cringe. Chimney definitely has a little crush on Joey (hello bi Chimney? 👀), and clearly Maddie and Josh are huge Bachelor fans. I learned that it was Jennifer LH that loves the show and so pitched this crossover to the writers. Good on her since she helped create Madney and Buddie. <3

Eddie gave Buck a look at Buck's comment of, “Sorry, I have a rule that I don’t date anyone I meet on a call.” 

Bobby could tell something was off with Harry… from the waffles? Also, was that the same actor who plays Harry? It’s been a couple years, so no surprise he’s grown a lot and looks a bit different since we last saw him I think in maybe season 5A.  

That has to be a low-key dig at Buck with Eddie saying “...it’s like that thing when you meet somebody and you just, click.” A reference to the cemetery scene and Buck saying the nonsense about how Natalia, after talking twice, sees him. As Eddie should. 

Ravi is back! He looked fantastic and beautiful. Heh, loved the brief comedy bit of him asking who was gonna go into the sewer. 

Eddie had Marisol babysit Chris twice in one week? ……..I feel mixed about that. I know Eddie is in a better place than he was with Ana, but for him to leave his kid with his, as far as we can tell, casual girlfriend? What confuses me and makes this harder to even analyze for why Eddie is comfortable with this is that, hi. We still know jack shit about Marisol. We just know she and Eddie are casual boyfriend and girlfriend, but not serious. And because we don’t know anything about Marisol nor their relationship, there’s too much to guess why Eddie is, again, cool with having Marisol babysit Chris. I’ve also seen some Latina folks, in the past few days, comment on the stereotype of people like Ana and Marisol playing “the perfect” girlfriend, being motherly and such, and there not really being anything else there. I have no further comment on that, but something to put out there I guess.  

Buck complained to Maddie about Eddie having a new friend. And Maddie saying that Buck probably kept digging at Chris for questions. Buck is definitely feeling very insecure that Chris finds Tommy cool, and has some kind of connection with Tommy already (though we know nowhere close to what Buck and Chris have or will ever have). I feel for Buck, I do. Cause y'all, this guy is going to have abandonment issues probably the rest of his life. Yes he should know his place in Eddie and Chris's life by now, but....idk, it's still hard for Buck to trust his place in peoples lives. Buck go back to therapy, please.

Oh so Eddie has wanted Buck to hang out, like with the basketball games, but Buck has passed on that. Thus Eddie invited Tommy. And Eddie had looked so excited at the prospect of Buck getting to come watch the fight as well. 

Ohhh really interesting scene with Athena and Harry. Harry even brought up the incident of years ago, of a cop pulling over his dad and pointing a gun at Harry. Harry in this scene was asking, basically, which is more important being a cop or my mom. Harry has the impression Athena cares more about being a cop and………. well………. history shows she does “”understand”” the cops side. 

Honestly? I really think Eddie was talking to Tommy on the phone at the station. Given the episode, it probably was. Some may say it could be Marisol, but given how miniscule a role she’s played *gestures* in everything? Nah, it was Tommy. Even from his dialogue I could catch, idk, I still say Tommy. And goddd Buck was trying So Hard to get Eddie’s attention. Buck honey…. you’re embarrassing yourself. 

The scene with Athena and the mom who accidentally shot her son got me. Well done, I cried. Let me also just say I’m so happy to have 911 calls that aren’t longer than necessary, but more so just right. Season 6 had an issue of dragging out the calls. 

Ha! Chimney covering for Buck at the court and calling himself a beard. Chimney knows something is up, especially with Buck. 

Can I just say, I loved seeing Eddie look so happy?? Being more at ease looks fantastic on him. <333

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eddie act so broey with someone. Tommy really brings out Eddie’s “hey bro man dude what’s going on” side. Interesting interesting… But I am glad that Eddie has someone to connect with about the army, his interest in fighting, and apparently cars???? Stuff like that. 

Tommy called Buck Evan, the entire episode. *squints* I’m not mad about it, but I’m a little ?????? about it. I don’t recall any past girlfriends of Buck who called him Evan. Always Buck. And Buck always introduces himself as Buck to everyone, sooooooo what? The only people to ever call Buck Evan is his parents, Maddie, and Eddie once in the memorable and iconic Will Scene. Like having Tommy call Buck Evan certainly sets him apart from everyone else and definitely past love interests…...

Good on Maddie for rightfully being pissed at Buck for, even though he’s not sure he did it intentionally or not, but for hurting Eddie. I’m a bit pissed at Buck for that too. Like Maddie said, you don’t hurt the people you care about. 🤨

Well I’m glad that Athena stuck by Harry’s side through the whole process, buuuut I still think Athena needs to retire. (we know she won’t, especially with the confirmed 8th season, and who knows how many more. maybe in the last season.) 

Eddie feels bad? Nah see it’s explained in this post by @bihoebuck about how neither Buck nor Eddie are right or wrong. It’s a quick post, read that and it’ll make sense. 

I can't wait to see and hear more from Eddie next episode. Buck may now be focusing on his queer awakening instead of figuring out his feelings about Eddie (spoiler: he's in love with Eddie, we know this), but all of this must get Eddie thinking too. And not just "oh Buck was feeling left out, and I feel like I may have left him out too." Nah there's gotta me more to shake loose in Eddie's head, you know??

BI BUCK IS CANON BABYYYYY!!!! I gotta say the build up to the kiss was really good. And? Like y’all. I really liked how confident Tommy was. He seems to have a good head on his shoulders, saying a lot of right things to clear the air about Chris (that Chris couldn’t stop talking about Buck) and Eddie and such. Tommy even admitting that he’s a bit jealous of the family at the 118, since we know it was Not like that when he worked there. I’m guessing it’s not like that even at the station he currently works at. Now. Once again though we have another case of Buck Misunderstanding the mother-effing Assignment. And I do feel sorry for Tommy because Buck is… basically pivoting in his jealousy about Eddie - feeling like he’s losing Eddie and Chris because Buck will probably forever have abandonment issues - and instead of continuing to really think about why he’s feeling jealous in any regards about Eddie, he’s now thinking, “Oh. I was just wanting to spend time with Tommy. And oh holy shit I’m into guys? Yeah. Yeah I am!!” And so Buck’s queer awakening is kinda clouding his judgment and perspective. Don’t get me wrong! Buck is definitely bi, BLESS, but now he’s going to focus on this part, focus on Tommy, instead of figuring out his feelings about Eddie. I think Buck is still afraid to truly look close at his feelings for Eddie and untangle what it all means. I really wonder just how long Buck will consciously and subconsciously avoid thinking about what Eddie really means to him. I just hope Tommy doesn’t get hurt along the way. =|

PHEW. I got most of my thoughts out, but I’m sure I missed some details. Another really good episode in my books. Not perfect, but pretty dang awesome. 😎

Hello love, I got someone else hooked to disassembly and we both can’t wait for updates to resume when possible ❤️

hey! i'd been meaning to do this for a couple of days, because you've been so unimaginably kind and patient.

i didn't anticipate ever needing such a long break from a creative project; but then, i've also never poured quite this much of myself into that kind of endeavour before. (*not sure whether i'm talking about disassembly by itself, or my anakin stuff in all its entirety, not that it especially matters in-context.)

anyway, because you trusted me enough to recommend it to someone new after watching it go so long without an update, i feel like i owe it to you to show you what i've written for it over the past couple of days. it's unedited, so there might be typos or notes or continuity problems or (most likely) egregious word repetition; despite that, i hope it measures up conceptually to the rest of the story.

i also hope it reassures anyone who's been in doubt that this fic means more to me than ever, and isn't far from being updated. i've loved working on it again, and i hope a few of the people who engaged with it before will enjoy coming back to it too.

i'm not going to shoot myself in the foot by deigning to offer a timeline, but i will say that there are approximately 700 words worth of SPOILERS for Disassembly behind the cut — including the baby's name!

if you would rather wait until the chapter is completed to read it, DO NOT LOOK BEHIND THE CUT.

for any/everyone else... well, i hope i'm off to a good start. (and for god's sake, pls be gentle if i'm not lol.)

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"Liam. Do you like it?"

"Sure. I mean, I don't not like it. But I thought you said you wanted to pick something to make my dad happy, since Leia already used 'Ben'."

"...I thought I did. Didn't he ever tell you about his mom's old fiancé? They were going to get married; he treated your dad like he was his own kid, but he died before the wedding ever happened."

"...Oh. Right. I— I'm sure he must have mentioned him, at least once or twice."

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Even now, you had no idea whether Luke had been feigning his familiarity with the name you'd chosen for your son. Maybe Anakin had told him; maybe he hadn't: Both possibilities seemed equally likely to you. All you really knew was that Anakin had disclosed the information to you while you'd been sitting on his couch with him, late one evening back at his old house. You'd been drinking that night, just passing a bottle back-and-forth while you watched the news scroll by together— not that you ever planned on revealing to Luke that particular bit of the story.

All Luke needed to know was the name itself, and the barest explanation as to why you'd picked it.

"I barely remember telling you about that," Anakin murmured from his seat next to your hospital bed, glancing up from the tiny bundle in your arms through a few stray strands of his own hair. His eyes were tired, but he looked happy anyway— happier, even, than you'd seen him since that last time he'd smiled at you in the car, after seeing his cardiologist. That hadn't been so long ago; now, though, it felt like another lifetime.

In more than one way, you supposed it sort of was.

Liam squirmed, prompting you to look down at him, too, but he didn't wake up. It had only been (maybe) an hour since he'd been pulled out of you; you'd placed him on your breast as soon as the nurse managing the ward had locked your bed into position and handed him off to you, but he hadn't suckled for very long before falling into what appeared to be a fairly restful sleep.

You hoped you'd fed him correctly: The next time he did wake up, you thought, you would have to ask someone for help.

"We'd both had a lot to drink that night," you said to Anakin, with as quiet a laugh as you could muster. "I'm actually almost surprised I remember— but something about it must have stuck with me."

Anakin chuckled back, but didn't appear to have anything else to say just then— evidently too wrapped up in the baby to give anything else very much of his attention. You recalled what you'd learned from Luke about how he and Leia had come into the world; by the time their dad had seen them with his own eyes, they were already more than a week old: Having been greeted, fed, changed, held, and dressed for days and days by people who weren't him.

Liam, in contrast, had almost certainly seen more of Anakin's face in his first sixty minutes of life than he had of yours— and it was Anakin who'd held him first, and taken photos of him first, too— not to mention given you the most helpful advice you'd received so far concerning diaper changes.

Fortunately for you, not knowing quite how to feel about any of that made it a lot easier to remember to try not to feel too much of anything about it at all.

"Have you heard anything from Luke yet?" you asked Anakin, not necessarily wanting to hear the answer.

"No, but I wouldn't expect him to call me. You should probably check your phone."

It had probably taken you the better part of an hour to shower and dress following your 'encounter' with Luke in the hallway, you thought; after that, you'd spent perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes in transit in the back of the taxi, and then another hour or so being evaluated before your c-section. Then there had been the operation itself, followed by your time in the recovery room, not to mention the time you and Anakin had already spent fawning over Liam—

"...You're right," you admitted, thinking about the way Luke tended to wake up early when he'd been drinking. "I probably should."

Your phone had been wrapped up in the clothes you'd come in wearing, and placed on the table next to the bed: Maybe by Anakin, or maybe by a nurse; you couldn't know. After gently depositing Liam into the bassinet on the opposite side of the bed (lifting your arms to do so precipitated a distinct stabbing sensation in the muscles close to where you'd been cut open, which you expertly ignored), you untangled it from your leggings and lit up the screen.

"Shit," you said— out loud, without meaning to.

"What?" asked Anakin, seeming almost to come out of a trance.

"...Luke thinks something happened to you. I— well, I think he might be on his way here soon." The prospect of Luke showing up at the hospital (maybe even still half-drunk) shouldn't have filled you with dread, but it did. By some miracle, your brain didn't even chastise you for your lack of enthusiasm; maybe, you thought, even it couldn't blame you.

Anakin paused, as if to think. He'd been doing a lot more of that recently, and so it wasn't difficult (for you, anyway) to remember to wait. It wasn't that his brain 'didn't work', as he seemed to have taken to characterizing it; rather, it was that it didn't work as quickly as he or anyone around him was accustomed to it working.

He was still himself, and he could even still act like it, too— just so long as you gave him enough time.

"...How does he know where we are?" he finally asked, all of a sudden making you regret your own patience, at least that time.

"What?" you asked back, this time intending to buy a few seconds for yourself instead.

"How does Luke know we're here, at the hospital? If he'd called, they would have told us."

Great job. Are you going to tell him about the dog tracker you put in his leg, now?

...No. No, fuck you.

"He must have told the computer at home that I lost my phone," you lied.

"Oh," said Anakin, followed by another long and thoughtful pause. "...Are you sure you're okay with that?"

You laughed, and laughed bitterly; you didn't mean to, exactly, but you also supposed that if anyone was liable to understand, it was almost certainly Anakin. "It doesn't matter whether or not I'm okay with it," you told him, stealing a guilty glance in Liam's direction as it occurred to you that you should probably start trying to be a bit more quiet for his sake.

"I think it matters," said Anakin. "If you don't feel like seeing him right now, then—"

"Then I'll see him anyway," you finished decidedly, looking down to offer a poke to your own still-tingling legs because you didn't want to look up at Anakin just then. Something like a cramp seemed to run through one of them; right up into where you'd been cut open, but it didn't hurt so much as it felt foreign: Enough to bother you, but not in a way that was liable to make you say 'ow'. "If I start treating him differently now, it's only going to make things worse for all of us."

"Before tonight I probably would have said the same thing, but—"

"But nothing. Did you forget what we talked about before— when I was still in the shower?"

Anakin shot you a look. "No. No, I didn't 'forget'— actually, I'm starting to think I remember it better than you do; I'm not the one who's been making excuses for him this whole time."

"I'm not 'making excuses'," you said, all of a sudden too tired to bother to mask the hurt in your voice. "I'm trying to hold all of this together long enough to give Liam the kind of life he deserves. He's only a baby; he can't grow up with Luke and I hating each other."

"He doesn't have to." Anakin looked past you, and over at the little hospital bassinet instead. "...I really wasn't joking when I said I thought you should call someone. If you leave now, Luke will—"

"Luke will dump you in the veteran's home, and none of us will ever see each other again," you hissed, cutting him off as sharply and deliberately as you could without shouting at him. "You say you haven't forgotten, but we've been over this more than once, and—"

"And every single time we do 'go over it', it gets worse! I didn't agree to move in because I thought it was a good idea; I did it to make you happy— because you thought we could keep flying under the radar, and I wanted to trust you. We're not anymore, though, whether we like it or not, and Luke—"

"Luke is going to be a great dad! You might not have been able to give him the tools to be a husband, but I know he's going to be a good father; all you have to do is let him try. Anyway, I need him as much as I need you... especially now," you added, with yet another glance in the direction of Liam's tiny, sleeping form.

"You don't need either of us," said Anakin, shaking his head. "You could do it alone, and I think you probably should."

You winced at his bluntness, not that you hadn't expected it. He'd said the same thing about Leia and her boyfriend, after all: Projecting his own fears around intimacy onto the people he cared about; pretending it was hard-earned wisdom instead. You supposed he could very well have been both 'correct' and 'projecting' at the same time, but...

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AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW. i was tired last night and whatever else i wrote after that is still gibberish. back to it tonight, though, i hope. i would be lying if i said i didn't feel anxious and rusty, but it's okay to feel that way once in a while.

anyway... 'Liam' is a deliberate reference to Liam Neeson, because of course 'Qui-Gon' doesn't exactly fit into the AU. I wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to shoehorn a brand-new character into anakin's past for the sole purpose of justifying the name, but at the end of the day, it's not the clumsiest thing i've ever done as a writer (even within this story).

there's a chance i might go back and add a scene to an earlier chapter so that it isn't too jarring to new readers, but part of me also thinks it's fine the way it is. they've had lots of time to talk, frankly, and we were never going to hear all of the conversations, were we...?

anyway, i'm obviously not going to tag the ships or let people reblog this... but if you happen to know of someone who might appreciate it, you're more than welcome to link them. hopefully i'll see you again soon.

thank you, @lilahelynora — and everyone/anyone else who's been in any way patient with me recently (i'd tag a few other special people too, but frankly i don't want to bother them). it all means more than you know.

Hi! I’m here to cheer you up! And also wish you a great day! And this is to make up for my promise of my congratulations writing that I have yet to do and start 🫣🥺

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This is CEOrry taking his wife and little loves on a long weekend trip

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Y/n and Harry had just picked up the kids from school. It was a Thursday afternoon and the children had no school on Friday.

Y/n thought a vacation or small getaway for the small family was well overdue.

After she talked things through with Harry, they bother agreed to head up to their lake house and spend a long weekend there.

Even though there was snow covering the ground that didn’t stop the endless fun the small family could have in the small town their lake house resides in.

They could go to the annual Christmas festival, shopping, or even skiing. Even though the latter wasn’t much of an option with having two little ones, it was something they could always do once they got a bit older.

Harry pulled off to the side of a parking lot and helped Y/n get the twins situated for the car ride - making sure they had any snacks or blankets they may want.

“They have an ornament making craft taking place tomorrow evening,” Y/n read off from her phone.

“Maybe we take the kids to do that then go grab a bite to eat and head back to watch a movie.”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded his head. “Maybe even do some hot chocolate and popcorn?”

“If you do that then the kids will get all hyper,” she shook her head knowing the kids wouldn’t be able to go to bed with all that sugar in their system.

“True. Then it would take me twice as long to get you all to myself and fu-”

Harry was cut off by a hard smack on the arm, “Finish that sentence in front of them and you won’t get it for a week.”

“I’m just showing their mumma how much I love her,” Harry shrugged. “What’s so wrong about that?”

“A lo-”

Y/n was cut off from a loud screech coming from the back seat.

“That was mine!” (Redact) screamed at her brother.

He took the rest of her veggie straws she had been munching on while watching her show.

(Redact) shrugged, “You weren’t eating them and I was hungry.”

“Hey, what’s going on there back there? What’s with the screaming?” Y/n asked turning to face her two children who sat in the backseat next to each other.

“He took my snack!” (Redacted)exclaimed pointing at the culprit who stole her delicious snack.

Y/n moved her gaze over to her son, “Is that true?”

His eyes moved down to the floor, looking anywhere but his mumma. “Yes.”

Y/n sighed, “You know you don’t take your sisters things without asking.”

“What should have you done instead?”

“Asked her if she was done with them before taking them,” he sighed.

Y/n sent him a comforting smile when he met her gaze, “You should apologize to your sister and give her back her snack.”

“M”sorry for taking your snack,” he spoke handing his sister back his snack.

“It’s okay,” she smiled.

Opening her arms for a hug, she was immediately engulfed into her brothers warm embrace.

But once he had enough he started to push her away just to annoy her. And she did the same right back knowing how to play with her sibling.

And now in the back of the car, the two children where pushing each other while laughing like no tomorrow.

Harry and Y/n would never had guess this was how their life would look like. But they couldn’t be more thankful

Omg Jess. The way you have portrayed the siblings love omg. Being the elder sibling, I totally loved the way you described the bond. Qnd also you're an angel! I LOVE YOU JESS @stylessupremacy

#51 Mdlb (mommy dom little boy) where Canada force-fems France and hypnotizes/brainwashes him to become his mommy. Maybe I'll write the other prompt option too later but no one hold their breath.

For over a year, France had been taking a cocktail of pills and vitamins every morning. Every night, he listened to his special playlist as he slept. Both had been orchestrated by Canada, the pills hormones to feminize France's body, and the playlist hypnosis reworking his mind. It wouldn't be long before the effects became permanent.

The vitamins were the crux of it all, agar agar powder turning the potions Canada had gotten from England into gummies.

"Is my darling son awake yet?" France asked, voice low pitched but undeniably feminine.

Eyes fluttering open, Canada turned his head to look at his his gorgeous girlfriend. She wore nothing but a frilly pink apron, Canada's morning wood growing painful as his arousal spiked and woke him up even more.

The size of France's tits nearly rivaled Ukraine's, and her golden hair was thicker and well past her shoulders. Her diamond-shaped face was softer than a year ago, free of facial hair and with plump lips always sporting bright red lipstick.

"Yes, Mommy," Canada murmured, forcing his voice small.

"Are you hungry?" France asked, sitting on their bed and giving Canada a good view of her wide and pillowy ass. God how Canada loved grabbing it when he fucked her, when they weren't roleplaying as mother and son.

"Yes, Mommy," Canada murmured again, voice breathy as France pulled him up into a sitting position.

Canada watched as the apron fell, revealing France's creamy tits, and he closed his eyes as she held him close while he drank. Thanks to her "vitamins", she was always heavy with milk.

"Such a good boy," France purred, holding Canada close. She pet his hair as he drank, switching boobs and making her nipples and cock hard.

Later, Canada watched cartoons while eating his cinnamon toast, while France cleaned dishes, wearing a dress now.

"Put away your toys when you're done," France chimed, and Canada hummed as he finished eating. "Did you hear me?"

"Hmm."

"Matthieu."

"Yes, Mommy?" Canada turned, trying not to grin.

"Are you listening to Mommy?" France turned off the water, her wet hands going to her wide hips.

"Sorry, Mommy, I was watching Monkie Kid."

France tsked and came over to him. "I thought I told you to listen when I speak to you."

"Y-yes, Mommy," Canada murmured, looking down, and he yelped as France pinned him to the floor, her breasts pressing against his chest.

"Does Mommy need to teach you a lesson?" Her eyes were halflidded, her ruby lips barely moving.

"N-no Mommy, I'll be good."

"I know you will." France smiled, and Canada gasped as she cupped his balls. "Because you don't want to make Mommy angry."

"N-no, Mommy."

"What does Mommy do when she's angry?" She massaged him between his legs, and Canada gasped. "Hmm? Aren't you going to answer?"

"Y- ah!" Canada moaned as France reached under his shirt and twisted one of his nipples.

"Oh, does Mommy need to show you?" France hummed, smirking when Canada gasped again as she continued toying with his nipple. "If you say so..."

She sat up and pulled Canada's shorts down. She pulled him over so he laid stomach-down over her lap, Canada barely getting time to prepare himself before France's palm came down hard on his ass. He yelped, skin stinging, but before he could catch his breath, France's hand came down twice more.

"Is that what happens?" France asked innocently.

"Y-yes, Mommy," Canada moaned.

"So you'll listen when Mommy talks to you next time?"

"Yes, Mommy."

France kissed Canada where she'd spanked him and left him to pull his own shorts up.

Filled Prompts

Request #51

Mdlb (mommy dom little boy) where Canada force-fems France and hypnotizes/brainwashes him to become his mommy.

Do you think it's possible that Alysanne treated Viserra like she did because she's angry on behalf of Alyssa? Viserra did want to marry Baelon and so maybe Alysanne didn't like that specifically because Baelon was married to Alyssa? It still wasn't okay but I guess I just want to find a reason for why Alysanne seemed to hate Viserra of all her children.

That also reminds me, why Theomore Manderly or whatever his name? He's some twice or thrice a widower, right? An old man with already some heirs of his own and not even a lord paramount. What advantage would marrying him give them? At least, Daella married a lord paramount and one whom she chose (not to mention Rhaenyra was their granddaughter, so not complaining). But Viserra did not even choose that man. Is it because Alysanne wanted her daughter to marry into the North? If that's the case why not a Stark? Didn't Alaric have two sons?

What is it with parents giving off/wanting to give off their most beautiful children into shitty marriages? First Alysanne with Viserra and then Viserys with Rhaenyra. At least, it's one thing that proves you're Alysanne's grandson after all, Viserys.

Hi there Anon 😊

While I think there could be some merit to your argument, of Alysanne just being very angry because she saw Viserra’s actions as going against her siblings in a kind of weird way (?) I honestly don’t give George that amount of credit given all the incongruences we have in Fire and Blood. As I have said a lot of times the story is plot driven - just trying to get from A to B - and the characters suffer a LOT from it. On this regard, Alysanne was no exception.

Besides Viserra we also have Aemma as an example since Alysanne was outraged at Daella (Aemma’s mother) being a mom at 18, but apparently perfectly fine with Aemma being impregnated at 13. Which makes no sense.

And ignoring Alysanne wanting to “punish” Viserra for causing some type of harm to her siblings by trying to seduce Baelon (and by being overly ambitious), I would still maintain there’s no logical explanation for her to be all about love (allows Aemon to marry Jocelyn instead of Alyssa his eldest sister; allows Alyssa to marry Baelon saying they belonged together; giving Daella her pick of whatever dude she wanted and most were dudes from MAJOR great houses; allowing Vaegon to follow his passion instead of pushing a marriage on him) and then not extending to Viserra the same choice she gave to her siblings. Not to mention being willing to forgive Saera and not extending the same curtesy to Viserra for being “too ambitious” or something.

So at the end of the day I call Alysanne’s behaviour towards Viserra bad writing and characterisation on George’s part. There was no logical way for her to be pushing Theodore Manderly, who yes was a super old widower and had kids and grandkids, on her young daughter. Fifteen by the way. Apparently again a perfectly good age to marry unless you are Daella Targaryen.

Like let me just pull out Fire and Blood for a sec, and let’s just compare Alysanne’s behaviour in relation to Daella and to Viserra.

“Lord Arryn was the oldest of the three contenders, however; at six-and-thirty, he was twenty years older than the princess, and a father besides, with four children left him by his first wife. Short and balding, with a kettle belly, Arryn was not the man most maids dream of, Queen Alysanne admitted, “but he is the sort you asked for, a kind and gentle man, and he says he has loved our little girl for years. I know he will protect her.” To the astonishment of every woman at court, save mayhaps the queen, Princess Daella chose Lord Rodrik to be her husband.” (Fire and Blood, pg. 309)

“In 86 AC, Queen Alysanne announced the betrothal of her daughter Viserra, fifteen years of age, to Theomore Manderly, the fierce old Lord of White Harbor. (...) His lordship had outlived four wives, however, and whilst still a doughty fighter, he had grown very stout, which did little to recommend him to Princess Viserra.(...) If the princess was intent on marrying her brother, the queen was equally determined to prevent it. Her answer was Lord Manderly and White Harbor. “Theomore is a good man,” Alysanne told her daughter, “a wise man, with a kind heart and a good head on his shoulders. his people love him.” The princess was not persuaded.” (Fire and Blood, pgs. 326 and 327)

While I don’t recall we getting an age for Theomore, we do know that in 55 AC one of his daughters was a companion to Alysanne. His betrothal to Viserra was in 86 AC, so y’all are welcome to do the math and see how freaking old this dude was at this point. Certainly we are talking about a MUCH greater age difference than the one between Daella and Rodrik Arryn. 

So in sum, I blame George most of all. This attitude was not congruent with everything else we see from Alysanne.

Walserys was different. Quoting a previous Anon “this bitch had been hibernating his whole life” but when he decided on something and someone went against him, you had like “Dance of the Dragons Walserys Version” and he remembered he had once been the dude who had claimed Balerion and went like:

On most things though, he was a doormat :) and he just wanted people to get along. 

All the best to you, Anon :D

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

15

NOSE WRINKLING, Steve watched as the water turned blue and then darkened to almost completely black. The longer the tea steeped, the stronger the stench grew. God, that must be the terrigen root the Sousas and their friends were so fond of.

Removing the mesh ball tea infuser from the eight ounces of hot water, Steve set it aside for now. Reaching into the fridge, he pulled out the carton of lactose free milk and added a good amount to the mug. Watching as it lightened the color to a shade close to Bucky's beautiful eyes –

Where the hell did that come from?

Shaking his head, he added a spoonful of sugar. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, The medicine go down-own, The medicine go down, Steve sang in his head. Humming as he stirred. Praying that it didn't taste as bad as it smelled.

"Good god," Hodge entered the kitchen, waving in front of his face to fan the smell away. "What is that?"

"Baby making tea," Steve answered, reluctantly bringing the mug up to his mouth.

As Steve tried not to gag from the smell alone, Hodge teased, "And here I thought all you needed to make a baby was me."

Playfully, he rolled his eyes. Suck it up, buttercup. This is for your baby! Taking a gulp of the tea, Steve's eyes started to burn and he wanted to immediately spit it back out. But he didn't. He had to do this. He just had to. Even as it made him gag.

"That good, huh?" Hodge chuckled, pouring some coffee into his mug.

"Delicious," Steve mocked. Forcing himself to gulp down as much of the tea as fast as he could without getting sick. If he got sick, it would be completely counterproductive.

Nodding, Hodge watched as Steve finished it off. There was a flash of some emotion. Fear? Concern? Guilt? Maybe a cocktail of the three. Whatever it was, it was just a flash. Then, it was gone just as fast. Figuring that it was because Steve was sacrificing his own tastebuds for something they both wanted, Steve didn't linger on it.

"I was gonna –"

Vzzt. Vzzt vzzt vzzt. Vzzt.

Reaching for his vibrating phone, Steve saw his mom's contact ID, and looked apologetically at his husband. Before he could say anything though, Hodge kissed his forehead and said, "I'll see you tonight."

Steve nodded and stood on his tiptoes to kiss his lips. Bringing the phone up to his ear, he answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, sweetie," Sarah greeted, Steve could imagine the smile tugging at her lips.

"Hi, mom."

"How are you?"

"Fine," Steve said. "How about you? And dad? I hope Paw Paw is doing well."

"Everyone's doing fine," Sarah assured. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, of course," Steve chuckled. Sarah Rogers was always a worrier. Especially for her only child. Looking at the vintage tea tin, he said, "I'm the best I've been in a while, actually."

"That's wonderful, honey!" Giggling as though she was embarrassed by herself, she admitted, "I just had the strangest feeling all day long. Like something was going to happen. Like an accident or something. That you were hurt."

"Mom," Steve playfully rolled his eyes, but he knew that it was just how his parents were, and he knew that he'd probably be the same with his kids too.

Sarah sighed, "I know, I know. But it was such a strong feeling that I had to call."

"Well, I'm fine. Really, mom," Steve assured, feeling giddy and lightheaded. Dizzy, he sat down at the table, "In fact, I'm the best I've been in a while. Hodge and I are actually trying to have a baby."

"WHAT?!"

Pulling the phone away from his ear at Sarah's excited outburst, Steve giggled to himself. Sure, it was probably too soon to say anything, but Steve could feel it in his bones that this was going to work. Just like it had worked for the other couples in the building. Just like it worked for Laura, twice! And it was going to work for him too. He could feel it.

"JOSEPH!" Sarah called from the other line, "YOUR SON IS TRYING TO MAKE US GRANDPARENTS!"

"Oh geez," Steve snorted, face-palming, even though his heart was soaring. Knowing that whoever his little wombmate would be would have the best grandparents there ever was.

"What's this about you making me a grandpa?" Joe's deep voice came over the line, and Steve just knew that the alpha's grin was crinkling all the way up to his eyes.

"You had to know this was going to happen sometime," Steve teased.

"Yeah, but it's different when it actually happens." Joe paused, briefly, before starting, "So, how's that husband of yours? What does he think of this?"

Knowing that Joe was never that fond of Hodge; claiming that he needed to get a real job and support his family like a real man. It didn't matter how much Hodge tried to prove himself to Joe and no matter how many times Steve proved that he could take care of him and his husband while allowing the beta to follow his dream, Joe had some old fashioned outlooks on life. Just like how he didn't really think of Hodge being Steve's husband since they didn't mate like most couples used to do during their honeymoons.

"It was his idea," Steve shrugged, even though they couldn't see him.

"Well, I'll be damned. Never thought he'd grow up."

"Joseph!" Sarah chastised, taking the phone back from her mate. Immediately, she started, "I'm sorry, sweetie. You know he doesn't mean anything by it."

"Yeah, mom, I know." Steve sighed to himself. His head felt heavy with fatigue and it felt like molasses was flowing and sticking in his veins. Yawning, he said, "Listen, I gotta get goin'."

"Oh, okay, honey. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay," Steve confirmed.

"We love you."

"I love you too."

Hanging up, he put his phone back on the charger and headed into the den. Jumping the gun a bit, Steve tried to make some plans. Going through paint swatches and wallpaper samples. Not knowing if he wanted to go neutral or to wait until they found out the sex. If they wanted to find that information out. Steve wasn't sure if he wanted to.

So, there he was, standing in the den, holding up pastel yellows and greens. Then, he held up little yellow ducky prints and soft pastel bunny prints. Casually, he found himself holding his abdomen, cradling it. Acting as though there was already something – someone – in there.

Soon, he hoped.

Soon, he promised.

happy holidays, my love! hAaa i came to request smthing, so— you were in a deep slumber, worn out from taking care of your baby and having so much to do in the house; completely forgetting that your baby has daycare. you didn't know jaemin took a day off from work, making breakfast and driving baby away. coming back home, you woke up from your husband's cuddles and eventually turns to a soft morning sex :D cums inside of her and lots of kisses, markings and body worship, please?

- okay, maybe i’m late uhhhhhhhhhh we don’t talk about it dw (im so sorry pls forgive me bae)

warnings: smut, fluff, markings, body worship, slight nipple play, very slow and sensual, jaemin is such a patient tease i hate him pls, prob badly written because i havent wrote anything in months #yolo (i do hope u enjoy tho) 

“please, honey, stop crying,” you said, cooing at your son. he laid in your arms, tears wetting his cheeks while cries left his mouth. you held him as close as possible, hoping he’d calm down shortly and eventually relax.

you were more than tired. your eyes were fluttering closed and your own humming was making you drift off. being a mother was a lot of responsibility- and a ton of work.

all you could remember after every day was how much effort it required to stay on your feet. your husband, jaemin, had a job and provided for the three of you, but he couldn’t exactly do everything else.

so, you were left to the busy work and taking care of your child. of course, it wasn’t like you were upset. it wasn’t your son’s fault— not in the slightest- but you were just overworked.

when his crying settled down, his thumb resting idly between his lips, he finally slept. taking this opportunity, you gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, before wandering back to your own room to rest.

you had a monitor in your room, so you’d hear if he woke up. taking a nap didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

that is, until you woke up panting.

you weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt heated. your face burned red and your insides churned as you slowly focused your gaze. your husband was on top of you, a cheeky smile on his face. he looked down at you, eyes filled with love and playfulness, and you smiled sleepily.

“baby?” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him. you buried your head in his neck and sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of him. “why aren’t you at work?”

jaemin tsk’d, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and pulling you into a gentle embrace, “if I went to work, who would cuddle you? besides, someone has to take our kid to daycare.”

“what?” you exclaimed, reaching to sit up. jaemin pushed you back down, shaking his head with a smile. “oh my- I must’ve forgotten. I’m so sorry...”

jaemin just gives you a soft kiss, one that has you yearning for more. you sigh into the feeling, returning the kiss with one of your own. it’s featherlight, so gentle that you want to cry. he’s so patient and caring, and at the thought, you pull him closer with a soft hum.

“have I ever told you how much I love you?” you whisper against his lips, giving him one last peck before pulling away.

jaemin closes his eyes, savoring your touch for a moment. then, his eyes flutter open and the two of you maintain a sweet gaze, one that shows so much love that it makes you want to explode. “maybe once or twice,” jaemin shrugs, leaning down to rub his nose against yours cutely, “can I hear it again?”

you giggle at the soft sensation and run your fingers through his soft locks of hair, nodding, “I love you.”

jaemin kisses your face, from cheek to cheek, to nose, to forehead, even your eyes and chin, “again.”

“I love you,” you hum out, beginning to feel dizzy from the nonstop affectionate flurry.

jaemin now pushes himself closer to you, lips trailing down your chin to your neck in a way that feels so much more sensual than before. he’s slow, lips sure to leave behind a red mark from where he kissed and sucked so hard and slow.

with a pleasurable hum, you rest your head against the pillows, whispering out, “I love you.”

fueled by the confession yet again, jaemin trails lower and lower until you feel his lips brush against the neckline of your shirt. he smiles up at you innocently, beginning to chew on the fabric with a nonchalant look.

“can I?” he questions, one hand roaming down to tug on your shirt.

nodding fervently, you begin to feel your stomach flutter aggressively. your shirt is discarded and the cold air hits your skin, making you hold back a whimper at the way your nipples quickly go erect.

he’s fast to act on it, though, as his lips envelop the bud and his teeth grind slowly against it. it’s slightly painful from the sensitive area but it quickly becomes far more pleasurable, and within moments, you’re moaning out his name in bliss.

while his mouth works on one nipple, his free hand twists the other bud slowly, sensually, clearly trying to rile you up.

“jaemin...”

he grins against your skin at the breathy murmur. his tongue soon starts to lap against your bud; small kitten licks leaving you effortlessly breathless in the light morning sun beaming into your bedroom.

as his mouth works against your chest, you feel his lower body begin to move. slightly at first, maybe the tiniest of movements, then it’s more confident and suddenly, he’s full-on rutting against you with quiet whimpers. you’re inhaling quick breaths now, a hand coming up to your mouth.

“so pretty,” jaemin murmurs against your skin. he pulls back, looking at your body with fond eyes. he begins kissing every spot, accompanied with a whisper, “your body is so beautiful.”

he kisses your breasts, “prettiest tits just for me.”

he kisses your stomach, “prettiest tummy, baby. so perfect.”

then, jaemin kisses the skin of your love handles. he grabs onto the area with a groan, “god, I love these so much.”

he squeezes softly, leaning down to then plant a kiss on your lips. he kisses you until your stomach begins to hurt from his overwhelming love and you feel the urge to cry.

“baby,” jaemin murmurs, his words accompanied by a low moan. he plays with the band of his underwear, pulling it back and letting it snap back against his porcelain stomach, “really need you, baby.”

you hum, your sounds quickly becoming whines once his hand teases your inner thigh, “oh, jaemin- please...”

jaemin nods to himself, peppering your neck with fiery kisses as his hand tugs down his underwear. just when you went to lift your hips to allow him to remove your own, he pushed you back down.

instead, he tugged your underwear to the side but left them on, revealing your heat to him.

you let out a surprised gasp once his fingers began toying with the area. you’d done this for years now, but the way that jaemin managed to bring you pleasure never ceased to amaze you. his fingers worked masterfully through your folds, spreading your already dripping wetness all over.

then, he lifted his cock to your folds and ran his member through, soaking himself in your essence.

you whined at the friction, trying to press yourself closer, only to be held back by jaemin. he shook his head, eyes fluttering closed as he spent time just enjoying the sensation.

once his eyes opened, he nearly drooled at the sight of you, “you’re so beautiful, baby. I’m so lucky, aren’t I?”

you didn’t respond, merely gripping onto his shoulders and pulling him as far down into you as possible. you wanted every fuck to be just as loving and meaningful as the last, and they always were.

“my pretty baby is gonna take my cock so well, isn’t she?” he murmured filthily into your ear. you nodded quickly, leaning your head back and allowing him access to your open neck.

as soon as his lips found the skin, his cock was pressing into you.

it was slow, a sweet and pleasurable burn that you never failed to enjoy. he groaned at the feeling, the sound going straight to your core, and you let out a whine at the slowness.

the two of you enjoyed that painstakingly slow cycle for minutes, staring up into each other’s eyes lovingly. he would plant sweet kisses against your face and suck marks into your neck. while you were his wife and everyone knew who you belonged to, he certainly made sure they’d never forget it.

by the end of the night, you were sure that your entire body would be highlighted in splotches of purple and pink bruises, all from his unending love for you- of you.

“jaemin,” you mumbled out, words slow, lips puffy, “you feel so good.”

“yeah?” he teased, hips slamming into yours suddenly. you jerked up, pulling yourself up into him with a high pitched cry. he smirked, pushing a few strands of stray hair from your face, “how about that? did that feel good too?”

“mhm,” you hummed, feeling incapable of making coherent words.

once he realized you were becoming dizzy from his ministrations, jaemin picked up his pace. his cock rammed into you; a sweet, quicker pace than before, but still not searingly fast. he knew just how you liked it: quick enough to make your mind turn to slush, but not fast enough that you’d cum so fast you wouldn’t enjoy it.

as he thrusted into you, his lips eagerly planted themselves on your body. he kissed more bruises, taking time to love and savor every part of your body individually, listing off reasons as to why he loved that area so much.

meanwhile, one of his hands toyed with your nipples, gently tugging and twisting- and to put it quite frankly, your mind was in overdrive.

“so close!” you whined, back arching off the bed.

jaemin closed his eyes tightly, nodding his head. his mouth was open in a silent moan, focusing on pleasuring both of you as he attempted to reach his high.

within minutes, the two of you were crying out confessions of love as his cum painted your walls, your own mixing with his in a messy heap that stained your bed, you’re sure. yet, it was all worth it.

the morning had just begun, and you were sure from the sweet smile that jaemin sent you, that he had plenty more ideas in mind.

A/n: dad! Osamu; afab! reader; reader is referred to as mom; angst it’s freaking angst and every time I write osamu angst I legitimately want to cry

Osamu pulls to a stop, his rickety truck wailing outside your suburban neighborhood. It’s crazy to think how often he’s seen the outside of your house, at least twice a week, but it’s been so long since he’s stepped a foot through your door. Is the stain on the carpet from when he dropped curry on the floor still there? Do you even have carpet anymore?

“Alright, little man,” Osamu pats his son’s plush backpack. It’s filled to the brim with clothes it could moonlight as a pillow. “Now you gotta tell your mom I didn’t wash your clothes because you don’t like my laundry detergent, alright? Don’t put that blame on me. Can’t have her calling me asking why you smell like a sack of potatoes.”

His son rolls those same grey eyes back at him, only making him smirk. He’s getting that age where he thinks his pops is more annoying than cool, picky about his hair and even the smell of his clothes, but thank the gods his son still loves his food. Osamu doesn’t know what he would do with himself if he ever stopped.

“Yeah, dad,” and thank the gods he still thinks it’s cool to give his dad a hug without asking. When he pulls away, Osamu scruffles the boy’s hair before he slams the door with a heavy clunk and scatters off. “See ya in a couple days. Hey mom!”

“Hey, kid! Where are you—?”

“Upstairs to play video games.” You’re about to interrupt but of course, he’s a Miya so he’s a smartass. “Yeah, I finished all my homework. Ask dad. Bye!”

At the sight of you rounding the house with an amused shake of the head, Osamu does his best to make himself look presentable. He’s reaching past the console and patting the passenger seat down to rid crumbs that poke and prick while shoving faded receipts into his glovebox. He’s so focused on cleaning up, he doesn’t realize he lets his foot loose from the gas. The slow traction forward surprises him and he slams on the brakes. You see Osamu pop back up and slam his shoulder against his seat at the abrupt stop.

Maybe it’s the frazzled hat hair or the sheepish grin. Or maybe it’s Osamu, but you giggle with a soft wave.

“Hey,” you say, and slowly, at an agonizing pace, you cross your arms along his open window and lean yourself in. No, no, no, he thinks because he knows he can’t take this. His son’s not the only one who prefers your laundry detergent.

He does too. And if you get any closer, you’ll contaminate his car dotted with grains of rice and old aprons with the scent of you.

But even now, he’s never been able to say no to you. Instead, he just greets back.

“Just wanted to check on you,” you clasp your hands in front of him and take account the interior of his car. He puffs his chest out at the impromptu cleaning he just did.

“Doin’ alright.” Time passes for a moment. It’s awkward with the winter cough of his motor rumbling in the background. Even if you care, even if he does too, nothing’s been quite the same, has it? “You? You taking care of yourself?”

“Yeah, our kid’s been a handful lately, huh?”

“Blame Tsumu for that. Comes from his side of the family.”

You laugh. It feels a little lighter now, almost normal. So he keeps on going, milking it for all it’s worth. “Can you believe that kid wouldn’t let me wash his clothes because I don’t have fancy detergent like you? That kind of bougie stuff’s not in my budget.”

He knows he said something wrong when you frown.

“Is business doing alright?”

“Yeah, just struggling.” But he retreats because he is no longer your responsibility. Him and his struggles are his burden to bear. It’s been that way, decided this way, for a long time now.

“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” He taps his middle console. It jingles with loose change and he hopes that he sounded just as collected as he heard. “Well I gotta go. I’ll see you in a couple days, yeah?”

You, nod, slowly removing yourself from the car window and waving a limp goodbye, worry clear on your face. He doesn’t let the tears fall until he’s on the freeway. Life is a mess. It’s crumbling right before his eyes but he’s gotta be able to take care of himself. He’s gotta.

Because he’s already failed to take care of you.

Hawks x Fem!Reader Word Count: 600

!!: Pregnancy

A/N: Found this in my drive, very small, I don’t believe I posted this before? If I did I can’t find it 🤷‍♀️

“Whatcha doin’ Chickadee?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. Too quickly. Sharp golden eyes watch your fingers swipe away from whatever you were looking at on your phone. 

“You may be able to hide the truth from other people,” Hawks says and walks up behind you. He leans over and drapes his arms over your shoulders. “But you know you can’t lie to me.”

Heat rises in your cheeks. “I was looking at dresses.” Hawks clears the back of the couch and lands next to you. You huff in displeasure at being jostled. 

“Anything you wanna get?” he asks, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Eh, not now,” you mutter and lay your phone in your lap. 

“No, come on,” he goads, “There’s something you want, we can do it.”

You clear your throat. “It’s… wedding dresses.”

“Ah.” He’s silent for a moment. Gone is the playfulness — replaced instead with quiet seriousness. “You know we could’ve had a ceremony.”

“No, we really couldn’t’ve.”

“The press would’ve been fine!”

“After a while,” you scoff, “But ‘Playboy Hawks Gets Girlfriend Pregnant’ would’ve been ugly.”

“Hey now, I’m not a playboy and you know it,” he grins. “They would finally pull my Sex Ed videos though.”

“Do they still play those?” you ask. “They’re awful.”

“Yeah, I still get a check from them every month,” Hawks sighs. “Do you know how many takes it took for me to say ‘the penis goes in the vagina’ with a straight face? Apparently ‘the dick goes in the cunt’ wasn’t appropriate.”

You cover a giggle with a cough. You’ve seen the video once or twice and nearly died of laughter when Hawks had his bit – he couldn’t stop his feathers from puffing up or his eye from twitching every time he said ‘vagina’. And he had to say it three more times after that. “I still can’t believe they got Endeavor to say ‘ejaculation’ without him setting the set on fire.”

“What’s even better is that his son was there.”

“No,” you say in disbelief. Having other heroes present waiting for their turn to record was bad enough, but to have his kid there? The whole building should’ve been burnt to the ground.

“I didn’t tell you?” Hawks’ golden eyes glitter at the gossip. “Shouto was at the agency that day. You shoulda seen it. If looks could kill…” Just what every kid needs. A mental image of their parents going at it.

Hawks’ hand covers your own, his thumb stroking the back of your hand softly. “I’m sorry, love. You deserved a fancy wedding, not a hurried affair at a courthouse.”

“It was my decision,” you huff, “And besides, we can always have a party later. Maybe a vow renewal? Wouldn’t it be cute to have our daughter thrown flower petals down the aisle?” You wag your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t know…” Hawks scratches his chin, “But it would be fun to have our son bring a set of rings down.” There’s a challenge in his voice. Neither of you know what your child is, but you’re both dead set in your opinions.

“It’s a girl and I know it,” you jut your chin out, ready for the third variation of this argument this week.

“Alright, alright,” Hawks gets off the couch and kisses the top of your head. “What about a combo maternity and wedding shoot? You get your dress, and you can show off your bump?”

You hold your hands out and wait for him to help you up. “Does that mean you’ll wear a suit?”

He brings you to your feet with ease. “Anything you want, Chickadee.”

heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3

Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.

Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.

🖇

One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”

“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”

“Better?”

“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.

”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”

“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...

“Lip, I don’t need someone.”

“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”

“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s crazy to me.”

“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”

“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”

“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”

“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”

“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Something like that.”

“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”

“It's the story of my life.”

“What?”

“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.

“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”

“Haha.” You grin.

“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”

“Can we stop talking about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

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You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.

“Hey!” He said a little off.

“Lip, what’s up?”

“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.

“You doing okay there?”

“Yup! Having the bez time.”

“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”

“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.

“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”

“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”

“I already knew.”

“What do you mean you knew?”

“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”

“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”

“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”

“You want to be with her that badly?”

“Yeah.”

“But, it doesn't feel so good.”

“Right.”

“You know why?”

“Yeah. I just said she has-”

“I didn’t mean the family thing.”

“Then, why?”

“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”

“This is meaningful to me.”

“I meant a healthy meaningful.”

“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.

“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”

“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”

“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”

”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”

“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.

“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.

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After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.

“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”

“Helene. That's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.

“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.

“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”

“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”

“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”

“You did it on purpose?”

“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”

“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“Lip-”

“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"

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