#James baby... I'm sure there's some project out there for you

[saintslewis]

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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ - pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ - summary: the first meeting. new neighbourhoods bring back old family friends after many years of being apart. dinner at the Hamiltons somehow manages to make new ideas spark.

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings for this chapter: none

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: omg it’s literally been ten/eleven days since i released the masterlist and i’m only posting the first chapter rn??? sorry about that baes but pls do enjoy the very first chapter of renaissance!!! mwah! Taglist is down below babies 😚 lemme know if you wanna be tagged 💗

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Turning the sounds of Future down just a little bit as she drove into the street of her parents new home, Nadia closed her car window and eyed the grand houses that she drove past in her 8 year old Honda. Sighing, she parked into her parents driveway, seeing both their cars parked outside and decided to park behind her mother's car and watched as the house gate closed shut.

Stuffing her phone into her hoodie pouch and fixing her blonde and pink ombré hair, knowing very well that her mom will find a way to comment on the new colour, she got out of the car and locked it.

The Buckinghamshire sunset was slowly approaching, the wind not too harsh to even lift a couple of hairs but yet the Friday afternoon was quite chilly. Trees were becoming more and more green the more she looked at them and the birds definitely weren't silent. Hearing the front door open with a bit of a creak to it, Nadia's tired smile grew on her face as she saw her mom replicate the same emotion.

"Nads!" Thembi, her mother, expressed as she watched her daughter walk towards her on the pathway to the front door. Thembi definitely had an off day, wearing an ever so colourful sundress with the charm necklace that Nadia's younger cousin made. She carried something small in her hands as she extended her arms to Nadia.

"Hi mom." Nadia tiredly greeted as she leaned into her mother's arms. "2 weeks since I've seen you, nana. How are you?" Thembi said to her daughter, leading Nadia into the house. "I'm tired, there was an extra class I had to take up after school. And just thinking of the grocery shopping I have to do tomorrow just tires me even more." She sighed, looking around the grand home that her stepdad, James, had built for her mom.

Gosh, just thinking of the love that her mom and stepdad share just makes her want to cry. Moving to the Uk was an extremely difficult challenge that Thembi and Nadia had to endure, not sure how they were going to survive with just the two of them but James had met her mom and made the lifelong promise that they would build their life together and they did exactly that although wanting to care for someone as their own after Nadia. In a few days, Nadia's younger cousin would be moving in with her parents for a scholarship she received back in South Africa.

"But enough about me, does Rea need a lift from the airport?" Nadia asked, beelining towards the soft couch in the living room and immediately relaxing onto what feels like clouds. "Yes, I have a meeting the moment she lands and James has to watch over his project. I also gave her some money so maybe you guys can get some ice cream?" Thembi rushed all her words out, walking all over the place looking for something.

"Mom, why are you rushing? What's going on?" Nadia sat up properly from the couch as she watched her mom move frantically.

"Oh we've got a dinner with our neighbours, surprisingly moved from Stevenage with us. Doubt you remember them."Her mom said, hurriedly putting her earrings on in the large hallway mirror and checking her short afro. With a stunned expression in Nadia's face, she looked down at the outfit she had on then looking up at her mother who was all dolled up. "But ma, don't you think I'm underdressed for a dinner?" She asked, unconsciously holding the pouch of her hoodie.

Looking at her daughter once, Thembi shook her head before turning back to the mirror. "Please, these neighbours are super, what's the word you use? chill. We've been friends with them since your primary days." She smiled at Nadia before heading to the base of the staircase. "James! Finish up! Nads arrived so let's go!" Thembi shouted.

"Wait, how long has this been planned?" Nadia looked at her mom confused to which she just smiled at her innocently. "It just slipped my mind two weeks ago, sorry. Now, let's go wait by the front door to make James feel bad for making us wait." Her mom ordered with Nadia following after her, holding her car keys.

"I'll follow you guys there, I'll go home afterwards because I've got too much work waiting for me back home." Nadia informed her mother as she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. "Nadia! It's been too long. How's everything?" James greeted with a huge grin, side hugging his stepdaughter.

"Who knew high school kids would have so much energy when you mention a free lesson?" Nadia said, tilting her head back at the memory of her day and how it drained her. James just smiled and squeezed her shoulder as Thembi opened the front door, leading them to their cars.

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Turning into the street at least two minutes away from where her mom and stepdad live, Nadia rolled her eyes at the thought that they could've just walked but knowing how her mom thinks, walking at night even in their neighbourhood was never safe.

Following James' suv through the large black gates, a much grander yet modern home came into the view of her window shield leaving her mesmerised, so much so that she even turned down her music to look at the fairy lights lighting up the driveway to the house. Looking forward, she saw a few cars parked outside of the garage onto the gravel seeing a trend of Mercedes in this household.

Finding a decent parking spot next to her parent's car, she climbed out of the car and fixed her hair once again and clicked her gel nails, trying to hype herself up to be present at the dinner. Hearing quite loud greetings behind her, she shut her car door closed and locked it and walked to the enthusiastic group at the neighbours front door. Two children ran outside as well seeming to be chasing each other with their laughter filling the air.

A gasp came from the woman with the white short hair, walking around what seemed to be her husband with her arms out. "My goodness, Nadia! Is that you? Thembi, you didn't say anything about her beauty!" The woman that she had yet to recognise stood at an arms length with her hands clasped as she examined Nadia with a large smile. Nadia was trying her hardest to remember who exactly this woman was but she put that aside and walked forward to briefly hug the woman.

"Hello." She greeted with a smile, feeling herself go back into her bubble as all the attention was directed at her. "Well, welcome to our new home! Stevenage cannot separate us!" The older man said as he turned to welcome Nadia into the house home as everyone followed in. She immediately recognised the man to be Anthony, a good friend of her parents. Everytime she would see him back in Stevenage, he was always very nice yet reserved. She's very sure that she's seen the older woman before but for the life of her cannot remember.

A much younger woman had turned the corner holding a child's hands and Nadia internally sighed in relief as she realised that she wasn't the only young person attending the dinner. "Oh hello!" She happily greeted Thembi and James, hugging them as they exchanged kind words to each other. The younger woman turned to her with a stunned yet animated expression as she smiled at Nadia.

"Hi I'm Nicola, your parents have told me so many things about you." She introduced herself then her hand pointed towards the kids. "These are my kids, Willow and Milo. Come say hi guys." The children immediately running to her with the boy being a little shy but the girl, Willow, hugged Nadia's leg and looked up at her with the largest smile she's ever seen on someone. "I love your hair!" The girl exclaimed happily, examining the blonde wig with pink ends.

"Come on everyone! The pasta will get cold!" You all heard the older woman from before voice out.

"So Nadia! My goodness, you've grown. I would remember seeing you leave for school back in Stevenage." The woman, who's name was Linda, expressed and looked over to Thembi with a smile. "So do tell, how's everything going with you?" Anthony spoke up after taking a sip of his juice.

Putting down her utensils, Nadia looked over the table to see everyone focused on her. "Well uh where do I begin. After high school, I went to Cambridge for Law but eventually switched to Education for personal reasons. Spent quite the time away from home but i would call and visit when i could. I teach at Preston Manor in Wembley, where i live as well and the past few years have been quite uneventful. I do dabble a bit in fashion from time to time." Nadia spoke, watching as the table took in all the information.

"Mum, Sir uncle loves fashion!" The young boy vocalised to his mom. "Speaking of him, let me find out where he is because we know he's always late for everything." Nicola chuckled as she took her phone to make a call.

"Cambridge? Wow! Now that's something to brag about!" Linda smiled at Nadia, giggling over to her mother who looked proud of her daughter.

Not being able to take compliments as easily as others would, Nadia shyly put her down and glanced at her manicured nails, wanting the conversation to shift from her to anything else. Luckily for her, the attention switched to Nicola walking rather quickly to the front door to welcome someone into the house. Wanting to escape the very cheery welcome of the newcomer, Nadia politely asked to go to the bathroom.

"Why the fuck is this house so big?" She whispered to herself as she dried her hands on the hand towel, exiting the guest bathroom to get back into the dining room. Hearing rather heavy footsteps seemingly walking into her direction, Nadia opted to walk faster to avoid a possibly awkward encounter with anyone at the dinner table even though she's already grown fond of Nicola and her kids.

About to turn the corner, a soft yet musky scent wafted through the air, encircling Nadia's space. What entered her vision were brown air jordans, similar to those some of her students constantly spoke of usually with grief that they were expensive. Lifting her head to look at the individual in front of her, they seemed to slow their tracks.

Setting her eyes on the man in front of her, she tried her level best to not take in his facial features all in one moment. Seeing the tattoos that decorated his arm and hands, the woman grew speechless at the amount he had. Granted she had a few of her one but his were well kept and gorgeous. The graphic shirt he had on sat very well on his body, the perfect fit that is 'oversized' and his shorts showed the athletic build he had. She tried to snap out of it and so did he.

Lewis didn't want to say he was completely entranced by the woman in front of him but this was a face you couldn't get out of your head even if you wanted. Firstly he admired the choice of colour of her hair, seeing how it suited Nadia's face so well. Moving down to her face, her nose piercing was shining under the hallway light and the lipgloss had clearly been freshly coated. The outfit was very chill, the hoodie and cargo pants combo seemed extremely comfortable on her, blanketing her in a way. As if one blink could change everything, Nadia had blinked and turned her head, looking away from him.

"Oh sorry, you can go right through." She said with a small smile on her face as she moved out of the way so he could walk past him. "Thanks.. I'm Lewis." He introduced himself and the equally as small smile was as soft as he seemed. "Nadia, nice to meet you." She responded, blinking rather slowly as she was still as sleepy as she was before. "Likewise." Lewis answered, the small crinkle by his eyes showed that he seemed a bit tired as well but he clearly did not want to show.

With that, they both excluded the conversation with one entering the bathroom with the other heading in the direction of the dining table.

Willow had opted to sit next to Nadia as she piqued the young girl's interest, quite the colourful woman with not much to say. Nadia could not ignore how the child already began to adore her, her heart aching at the thought of possibly not seeing her new best friend that she made. Creating relationships with people other than her family was tough but to see herself become comfortable with neighbours she hadn't seen in years was odd. Willow's attention clearly went somewhere else as Nadia was in her thoughts, the man from before taking the child's seat. "Hey, that was my seat!" The young girl pouted at Lewis. "Yeah, that was my homegirl's seat." Nadia jokingly said as well, looking at his amused face.

"Sir uncle, you can sit on the couches." Willow ordered as she had a staring contest with her uncle. "But that's so far?" He had giggled, completely amusing Nadia who was watching the whole interaction. "Exactly." Willow sassed, making Nadia laugh.

A small gasp came from Linda's lips as she and the others had been watching the cute scene in front of them as everyone was getting ready for dessert. "Thembi, would you look at how precious this is." The older woman gushed, eyes focused on Nadia playing with Willow as Milo and now joined the scene, Lewis and Nadia having a conversation (mainly Lewis being curious on the hoodie and earrings).

"Are we sure about what we're going to do?" Anthony looked at Nicola with her nodding her head. "I feel like it's going to work. These rumours have been off the charts these past few weeks." Rightfully as his half-sister, she was worried about her brother. Everything seemed to be hurdled at Lewis, all types of untrue things and his pr team were working hard but had not found a solution or anything to put good attention to the driver. Reaching out to the family, Nicola, Anthony and Nadia's parents had managed to come up with something, unsure of whether it would work or not.

"You guys have been huddled up together for a while now, is everything okay?" Nadia spoke up, suspiciously looking at the group. "We're discussing the true crime shows that I've recommended to them." Thembi lied straight through her teeth, surprised that Nadia bought it. All she did was nod her head and continued playing with Willow, finding Lewis a very interesting person and someone she could definitely be friends with.

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[cdragons]

Hey! I miss interacting with u, hope you are doing well :)

What is the song that will most describe farleighs and y/ns friendship?

Hey! This is really sweet, anon! THank you! I'm doing great, I have a ton of exams and projects with school that are kind of kicking my butt rn, but today's my birthday so I am excited to share that with my family!

This is a really tough one, mostly because I never expected this friendship to be so popular with everyone. Although I shouldn't be surprised because Farleigh Start was actually so superior in the movie.

Personally, I think these songs really fit them

Gimme More by Brittany Spears

Bad Girls by M.I.A

That's My Girl by Fifth Harmony (also works for Annabel and Y/N)

So What by P!nk

Is You or Is You Ain't My Baby by Louis Jordan and His Tympany Five (look up Marvelous Mrs. Maisel with this song and TELL me that this won't be the most amazing duet with the pair)

Let me know in the comments of your opnions!

I feel like this is a good opportunity to give off some headcanons to describe the vibes I get from Fareligh and Y/n! There are also just my personal headcanons of Farleigh and his story in my AU! I made up these with the help of my internet soulmate @ethereal-athalia!

Here are some headcanons of my personal take of Farleigh's backstory in my AU and in general:

Is it weird if I can see Fareligh coming from New Orleans, Louisiana? Because I can absolutely see him giving off those vibes. He would fit PERFECTLY as a New Yorker, but I can't help but feel he would thrive in the Crescent City.

Farleigh really misses the States, and a big part of the reason he parties so much is to forget how homesick he is. I find it very odd that we are given this extremely intelligent character who would no doubt thrive in an Ivy League like Yale, Harvard, or Brown, but he's stuck in England. James definitely could have just paid for his education there, so why send him to England? Furthermore, why does James cover him up so much? Is it really just because he's family?

Remember when Felix told Oliver that Farleigh got kicked out of every school in England bc he "sucked the teachers off"? First off, ew. Secondly, sure, Farleigh is a bit of a hedonist, but all of his behavior just kind of screams to me that he's really and genuinely unhappy in England and wants to go back. That might be a reason why he was so reluctant for Felix to get close to Y/N since Chapter 1 of 'Fuck Everything.'

Furthermore, it really bothers me how nonchalant Felix is about telling Oliver that piece of information. Even if he knows that Farleigh wouldn't really care, that is still very private information about a young boy who was taken advantage of by teachers who were in a position that allowed them to abuse their power.

Also, for a film that exposes so much about its characters, we really don't know a lot about Farleigh Start and his story, specifically his family in the States.

The part where Farleigh's mom is terrible with money and constantly needs handouts from her brother, James, is very realistic - that part, I believe. But I feel like there is a lot missing with his dad.

Was his dad actually as brutish and abusive as Felix said to Oliver? Personally, I don't really see it. Even at first glance, the way Farleigh carries himself is leagues different from the rest of the Cattons. He's observant and takes in details. He uses all this information as a weapon for any opponent he goes up against.

In my opinion, I could absolutely see Farleigh's dad being a completely normal and decent person with a job as a librarian or English professor. This idea is mostly stemmed from when Fareligh made the 'thus' argument against Oliver's essay at the beginning of the movie, and this seems like something Farleigh knows as if being explained about it from a very early age.

The reason I think his father is ill-portrayed is because I feel like Farleigh's mother met him while she was in America and was intrigued by his unassuming self and married him. But then she got bored because she wasn't living the high and expensive life she was living in England with her family.

Eventually, she got bored and decided to use Farleigh as an excuse to get money from James. Farleigh's dad might have wanted custody of his son but was threatened by his ex-wife that he would never see his son again.

Farleigh is aware of his mother's toxic tendencies, but she's his mother and he loves her anyway. He know she's leeching off of him to get to her brother. But what are his other options? Let her fend for herself?

This is probably so far-fetched and a huge reach, but the Cattons are portrayed as people who love to feed off their own sense of entitlement over others by showing of 'generous' and 'charitable' they are to take of other people. When anything bad happens to them, they wear it like a trophy. Maybe that's what happened with Farleigh?

NOW! Onto Farleigh and Reader (also ft. Michael Gavey bc he's bb):

Being around Y/N is like being at home for the first time in forever (cue Frozen song) for Farleigh. When they start talking, Y/N is extremely skeptical of his intentions because she thinks that he's just trying to help out Felix. But nope! He just wants a genuine friend.

Y/N makes it clear to Farleigh from the beginning that if he wants to be friends with her, he needs to be friends with Michael. Michael Gavey and Y/N L/N are a package deal. You want one? You get the other.

Farleigh keeps his friendship with Reader a secret from Felix and is helped by Annabel (our girl got a taste of true kindness, sees Felix Catton for the leech he is, and is now part of the Y/N protection club)

With Y/N, he doesn't feel the need to party or drink until he gets alcohol poisoning to have a good time. He learns to have quiet nights doing homework or playing stupid board games with made-up rules.

Michael and Y/N introduce him to DnD, and he's the classic Bard player who rolls for charisma and ends up f*cking his party out of danger every time. Michael is a paladin, and Y/N is a monk, in case you were wondering.

Y/N sometimes uses Farleigh to model for some of her portraits. She learns to appreciate him because she and Michael do need to be reminded sometimes that it's okay to cut loose at times and that spreading their wings won't kill them.

Y/N and Farleigh definitely geek out over art history and literature (symbolism, plot holes, motifs, etc.) and are BIG soul and blues fans. When they all hang out in Y/N's dorm, they will be listening to James Brown, Ella Fitzgerald, and Ray Charles till dawn.

Y/N is someone whom Farleigh can have actual mind-stimulating conversations with in a manner that's respectful but also wildly entertaining. They will discuss everything from rousing debates about politics and current events to philosophical queries about the omegaverse and mpreg.

Michael pretended he wasn't a fan until they caught him singing along to 'Hit the Road Jack' and they never let him forget it.

Also, Farleigh is a MAJOR Michael Gavey x Y/N fan. He wants them to get together SO BADLY! But he won't do this in a productive/uncomplicated way. Nonononono, he plans to make the most convoluted, dramatic, and needlessly complicated schemes to get these two nerds together for his own amusement. *Nudge* *Nudge* *Wink* *Wink*

Real talk though, Fareligh genuinely loves Y/N and her presence as a friend. He has all these expectations placed on him and fake friends who only want to be around him for his cousins. To be around someone who not only misses home like him but also truly appreciates him as an individual and not as a commodity for networking means the world to him.

If Y/N ever does go to Saltburn for the summer (*foreshadowing*), Farleigh will do everything in his power to make sure she won't get sucked into his relatives' fake and shallow schemes.

Also, as a bonus, he loves ranting and trash-talking Oliver with Y/N and Michael. It's like free therapy with better snacks because Michael always brings candy.

These are all the ones I can think of for now, but let me more in the comments or in my ask box if you want more! It really means so much that you guys love this AU so much!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments for future Saltburn AU stuff!

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[30-3am]

baby please write the small town!james fic after barefoot. i miss him so bad my lord

i also miss him. he was so fucking cute. literally perfect.

my issues with writing small!town james tho (just in case some of you can give me some ideas on how to ameliorate them) is:

1. i don't want it to be similar to barefoot which i'm sure it'll end up being. it'll have to be set in downey unless i made it an au and james wasn't from cali??? maybe somewhere in middle america that's just boring and dull. like nebraska!! (totally not an excuse to use house in nebraska by ethel cain in the playlist) i also don't want it to be in summer because barefoot is in summer and yeah...i just want some differentiation. like groupie love and barefoot are so different and i need that again.

2. i don't know if i can let go of heather as an oc 😭 i'd have to come up with a whole new oc who's quite different to her (going back to how i want it to be separate from barefoot) i've been building heather's character and developing her since way back in june and i've spent a lot of time with her. her story is close to me, her character is close to me, her beliefs are close to me and it's difficult to just let go of something like that. i might feel differently once its done but rn idk.

3. james' family is a sore subject that i really don't want to write about. i don't like including any of his family/kids/partners in fics because i don't think there's a respectful way to write that. but, if it was small!town james i'm sure he'd still be living with family. not quite sure how i'd work around that but i'll give it some more thought

those are my very long-winded and unnecessary thoughts on a longer small town!james fic. it's something i'd really like to write but there's just a few things that need ironing out before i add it to my list and commit to it as my next project.

#alana's thoughts #bub tag ♡ #you got your own tag babe #small town!james #i have a lot of ideas #but also a lot of issues

[magicspace114]

Old shadows part 3

You grumbled as your brother pushed you forward. You weren't a baby, you could walk on your own... mostly. On making it to the elevator into the building, your fingers hit the wrong button and James just sighed, hitting the right one.

"Have I ever said how amazing you are?" You smiled back at your brother.

"Only when you want something," James replied.

Tillen was standing against the wall opposite you both, not liking the small space and Lovik was hiding on her shoulder. Lovik was nervous, not sure about James or what he was thinking.

"I didn't think my venom would have this effect," he said, "I've heard tale that it wasn't fatal to humans but it was enough to knock them out."

"Is that why there's blood on my sister's head?" James asked with a warning edge to his voice. The doors opened on the floor you originally pressed and you were about to exit when your brother pulled you back by the collar, closing the doors again.

"I fell and hit my head on the pavement," you mumbled, "so that's a yes."

"May, don't make excuses for the aliens that kidnapped you."

"Ok," you blinked tiredly as the doors opened on your floor. "You won't tell mum or dad that I'm high, will you?"

"No," James grumbled. He pushed you forward again, "just put one foot in front of the other."

"Wee," you giggled as your world spun for you again. Your brother held on to the back of your collar as you headed for your apartment.

On getting there, you couldn't even manage to use your own keys, coordination had gone right out the window. Your brother opened your door since it wasn't even locked.

"Oh." You said.

Inside, your dad was repairing the dent in the wall with Toby, the kid's short, fluffy tail wagging as your father talked to him about all sorts of DIY projects. Your mother was smiling from the couch, drinking some tea. She paused on seeing you, spotting your brother holding you up.

"May?" She asked.

"Hi mum," you smiled, "I found some people." You looked behind you and Tillen crept in, staying close to the door.

"Tillen?" Toby stood up now, recognising the alien through the heavy clothes.

"Totobyc," Tillen darted for the kid. Toby hugged her and she moved them away from everyone.

"We were so worried about you," Lovik said, peeking out from under Tillen's disguise.

"Lovik! You escaped! I thought you didn't make it out." Toby picked the smaller alien up and hugged him to his chest. Lovik chuckled, a forked tongue sneaking out and tickling the kid's ears.

"Good to see you too, kid."

"I'm not a kid," Toby huffed.

"It is now a confirmed fact, Toby is a child." You giggled.

"Adolescent," Toby shot back. You just smiled.

"May, are you alright?" Your mother asked, "where's that blood coming from?"

"She 'hit her head'" your brother said.

"You don't need to say it like that," you said, "it sounds like you don't believe it."

"Because I don't," James said, "they both admit to knocking you unconscious and interrogating you."

"Yeah, I got bit on the back of my neck," you said, "then fell flat on the pavement."

"Sit down," your mother sighed, heading towards the kitchen for the first aid kit. Of course, she had to walk past the aliens and Tillen snarled at her.

"Tillen," Toby elbowed her, "don't do that. She's nice."

"I don't trust that for a second," Tillen growled.

"Regardless, I need to get past you to get to the first aid kit," your mother said. Tillen stepped to the side, pulling Toby with her. The aliens watched as your mother took care of your injuries. You suddenly gasped. "What?" Your mother asked.

"I just realised we'll need to do another food shop," you grumbled, throwing your head back against the sofa.

Your mother had to hold your head still. "What are you talking about?"

"For Tillen and Lovik," you said, "I don't think they eat the same as Toby. Do you?"

"No, I eat bugs," Lovik said.

"Where do we get bugs?" You asked.

"Pet store," James shrugged, "you can get all kinds. Whatever you prefer. Worms? Flies?"

"Tillen eats meat too," Toby said.

"Raw or cooked?" James asked.

"Whatever," Tillen grumbled.

"She prefers cooked," Toby said.

"Totobyc," Tillen hissed at the kid. Still keeping him hidden behind her.

"James, check May's fridge for any meat. If there's not enough, you can get more while getting bugs for Lovik." Your mother said.

"What? Why am I the one to go shopping? She's the one that brought the aliens into her home." James gestured to you.

"May is going to bed now, you need to go get more food."

"I'm not going to bed," you said, sitting a little straighter.

"Honey, we know you're high on something, you're gonna sleep it off," your mother took your arm, leading you away as you groaned.

"While you're out, James, mind getting a paint match for this?" Your dad took a few chips from your wall.

"Sure, want anything else?" James asked, "bread? Milk? A pony?"

"Can I get a pony?" You asked, giggling as your brother gave you a scathing look.

"Look, son, while you're at the hardware store, you can look for something to help unlock Toby's restraints, right?"

James sighed, opening the fridge, "yeah. I can try."

"Love you brother," you called before your mother pushed you into your room to go sleep it off.

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[rockyroadkylers]

Weekend WIP game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Thank you @happiness-of-the-pursuit for tagging me! (technically you tagged my main, @mainstreamelectricalparade, but this is my RWRB blog, so I'm responding here, LOL)

1. WIP List:

(bolding stuff I'm actively working on, since now that I've finished my current project, most of these are still in the very early stages 😂)

It's Nice to Have a Friend sequel (canon-divergent childhood friends-to-lovers AU)

INTHAF tabloid/social media companion fic

Actor AU enemies-to-friends-to-lovers (child actor Alex, non-actor Henry, technically)

the Bond AU (actually also an actor AU where Henry has the opportunity to follow in his father's footsteps and be the next generation's James Bond... but so does Alex 👀)

Tangled AU (Henry is Rapunzel, Alex is Flynn, you can guess where that's going)

I technically have other WIPs, but they're from a different fandom and thinking about them doesn't really spark joy right now, so I'm not going to include them here 😅

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Um... I think the child actor Alex outline is currently longer than any of the others, and I have the opening scene written for it, so I'll say that one 😂

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Ooh... at this stage, it's so hard to tell! It could honestly be any of them, I haven't even started working on some of them properly, yet, so I have no idea if they'll be oneshots or fully-fledged longfics. Currently, my best guess would be the sequel for the childhood friends AU, but... that could change.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I wouldn't say I have a favorite, yet... I've done the most outlining for the child actor Alex AU, just because we had a full-on conversation about it in the server, so a lot of the hard work was done for me 😂 I'm joking, obviously, I still have a lot of work to do, but the server gave me some great ideas, so I'm very excited about that fic. A close second is the childhood friends sequel, though, because that AU is my baby <3

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Hmm... A little nervous about the Tangled AU, maybe? I'm not sure why, I just find fics based on movies to be difficult, because I want to stay true to the story, but also make put my own spin on it and make it just different enough that it's not, like, an exact replica. I also have to find ways to work around the scenes with singing and dancing in them 😂 but that will be the easy part, tbh.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Maybe the childhood friends AU tabloid/social media fic? I've never really done anything like it before. I have to come up with a whole bunch of headlines, write excerpts of news articles, make social media posts, and tie them all together neatly in a cohesive timeline that ties into the original fic. I've maybe bitten off more than I can chew, but there's no pressure to get anything posted before I'm ready! I think people are more excited for the sequel, anyway 🤭

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Umm... I might not get a full-on beta, but the sequel for the childhood friends AU isn't just going to be about Alex and Henry's budding romantic relationship, it's also going to be continuing to deal with topics such as the aftermath of Arthur's death, Bea's experience with rehab, Henry starting therapy, and so on, so I'll probably ask some friends from the server to check some stuff over if there's anything I'm not sure about.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Technically, no, because I've barely gotten started on any of them 😂

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

None of my WIPs have OCs, yet (though I imagine that will change once I really get into the actual writing), but my fully-posted fic, It's Nice to Have a Friend, has two: Robert, Catherine's equerry, and Judy, the head cook at Kensington Palace. I love them both, tbh, a mother could never choose a favorite child 😊

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

lmao, I don't write sexy stuff 😂 The sexiest thing I've ever written is a brief moment in the epilogue of It's Nice to Have a Friend, where I blink-and-you-miss-it implied that Alex and Henry had sex after getting engaged 😂

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

That's probably gonna be the sequel 😅 I'm gonna make it as fluffy as I can, but it's gonna be an immediate continuation following chapter 10 of It's Nice to Have a Friend, which means long distance. Plus, like I said in question 7, Henry's still got his grief and Bea's recovery to work through, so it's not going to be the smoothest ride.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

There's no way not to make this sound like a humble brag but I've gotten a lot of comments on It's Nice to Have a Friend that have told me my characterizations are really good, so assuming I'm consistent in the sequel, that will probably remain true there, as well. Although, the two enemies to lovers AUs I have... I don't have any interactions between the boys written down for either of those fics, yet, but that's pretty on-brand for them 😂

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Uhhh... not entirely sure what this means 😅 Like, overall universe setting, or like a specific scene? I think either way I'm gonna have to go with the childhood friends AU, because I'm just completely in love with it. I can't help it, that AU is my baby 😂 Although I am getting super into the child actor Alex AU, as well!!!

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

DEFINITELY the childhood friends AU! I spent five weeks writing the original fic, and I've been thinking about a sequel for at least two. I only started actually outlining it after I finished writing the first one, but there's no way I can say I've worked harder on anything else, even though the original fic and the sequel are technically two separate fics.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

The sequel 😂 I can't help it, It's Nice to Have a Friend is the fic that made me fall back in love with writing, and I'm positive that the sequel will continue that legacy. Although I'm feeling really good about the way the child actor Alex AU is turning out, as well!

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Uh... maybe? Except, I couldn't really tell if it was just a vague, generic Alex and Henry dream, or if I was actually dreaming about them in the childhood friends 'verse.....

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Well, yeah, I mean, before I started writing for RWRB, I was almost exclusively a platonic fluff writer in the Iron Dad fandom (just check my Ao3 page 😂), so almost everything more complex than a toddler with an ear infection adds a new challenge for me, but I'm loving it, so far.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Uh... I'll get back to you on that when I actually have stuff written for any of them 😂 the Tangled AU will probably be pretty funny, though.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Yeah! The child actor Alex AU will actually have a lot of Arthur's POV, because in that fic he kind of takes Alex under his wing, both as an acting mentor and as a sort of father figure when Alex needs someone to turn to in the wake of his parents' divorce, so you'll get to see a lot of Arthur's thoughts and feelings as Alex and Henry get to know each other.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Um... one of the boys is gonna be a Bond Girl, and I'm not telling you which one.

A tag per WIP - I'm still relatively new to this fandom, so I don't know a ton of people's URLs yet, but I'll do my best!

@affectionatelyrs, @inexplicablymine, @read-and-write-, and um... I genuinely don't know anyone's URLs, so I'll just leave it open 😂 if you see this somehow and you're like, "hey, Ky, why didn't you tag ME?" I tagged you in my heart, I just don't know where to find you 😭

#weekend wip game #tag game #my writing #my wips #rwrb #firstprince

[pbandjesse]

I am so tired. Everyone thought I was taking off from the market today but I did not! I was there and I spent more money then I made but it was a beautiful day and I'm glad I was there. And I got a lot done today.

I slept alright. When I got home James helped bring everything upstairs. And I hate to go to sleep with a big mess but there was only so much we could do. They would sort the laundry and at least get things into the correct rooms. But it was just a lot to get done. I would save that for today.

We went to sleep and I woke up at one point to use the bathroom and got very woozy and almost fell over. I really wanted a mournful of peanut butter but instead was able to make it back to bed and fell asleep.

I woke up after 7 and got ready pretty quick. My hair was looking really nice today. Like healthy nice. I have been liking it after I wash it and it's really doing wonders for me. Especially as we get into winter and the air gets dryer I am trying to focus on hair health so it can grow longer. Trying not to use much heat and being gentle. A little self care project.

We went to McDonald's and got 3 hash browns to share and then James helped me get set up for the day. Stanley had to head out so James couldn't lollygag outside with me. They don't often anyway but I still want them too. After I got set up we got our bakery stuff from Ginny early. And I would go back and pay for it because James had to run back inside.

I was a little fidgety at first today and wanted to walk around and see everyone. Lock gave me a fancy tomato for free. I got my guacamole and figured out why it's been weird. It's a different kind of avacado! I don't know enough Spanish to ask the nice man why but I saw them and they are lime color and longer. I still like the guac but Google says they don't have as much oil and that's why they are sort of thinner. Not as whippable. Still good but not as amazing as it was. I am still going to eat so much of it.

I also got berries and I got some figs. I got the figs for Anne, James's mom, because she loves figs. There is a joke about being waspy in there but I will let you write that yourself. Hopefully we can give her and Tucker those tomorrow. Maybe we'll have dinner with them.

I was happy to see CJ. Callie is just so good at making people flowers and it's super nice to have a friend there. I would make her a friendship bracelet while I was standing there trying to get any sales. It was a slow day for me. But not for the market. We got almost 700 people throughout the morning! That's crazy!

I didn't recognize her at first but Julie from the nursery came through and said hi. I was like hello, I know you but I'm not sure why but I'm not going to say that. And finally she mentioned Becky and I was like ohhh!!! It was because I had never seen her without a mask! She had a baby! He was so cute! And she had two dachshunds! It was nice to see her and she bought one of my sale bears. She said I can't say I haven't sold anything now and it was very sweet.

I only sold $10 bears today. Which is fine. I also sold 4 stickers. I need to get some new stuff for the table. I also need to have James order more sticker designs. I want to do some Halloween, or more likely all the holidays, ones this week I think. Maybe when we drove to my parents on Tuesday.

I did get some knitting done. And I enjoyed the weather. But it was also super windy and so I was a little stressed about things falling over which made me on edge. And then I was cold. Me and Callie went and stood in the sun and I sat in the dog sculpture which was very warm and we learned his name is Sailor which I thought was so cute.

Meril was there too and it was fun talking to her. I told her about Louis Wain and a tattoo I want to get and I made us both cry. And w sent texts to each other from across the market about the people who were very very clearly there for the jazz concert. With their berets and shirts just in their shoulders. And the music was good and wasn't as unbearably loud.

Ann was being bad cop at people because they were putting their cars where they shouldn't or letting there dogs fight or using market tables for eating?? But it was nice chatting with her too. We actually all catty and I come up with reasonable doubt. Like apparently someone didn't come last week because their mother died. But then their mother came with them this week. And I'm like. Maybe they have two mothers, maybe they were in a beautiful lesbian relationship you don't know!! That is basically how all our conversations go. She says something and I make a wild or outrageous explanation.

I was really excited to leave though. I had told James I would get groceries if they wanted me too but I was also super tired. They told me to go rest and they would come home and while they were working on laundry they would get groceries. I appreciated that. And a little after one, and after giving Callie a big hug and telling her to let me know if I could help her move/unpack this week because I love unpacking. She also told me she got her placement for teaching and she's really happy so I'm also really happy for her!!

I went inside to say goodbye to James and then I was out. Getting home was better then yesterday when everyone was driving stupid. But in the other direction towards the museum exit was completely sitting still and there seemed to be a bad accident in the middle of the traffic?? I hope everyone and everything is okay.

I got home and ran into Mr Will outside who gave me many cheek kisses because it's been like two months since I've seen him. He seemed so much healthier then the last time. I wanted to stay and chat but I was also so tired. So I had to say goodbye and come upstairs.

I got up here and I wanted to start cleaning but decided I would sleep as long as I needed, which ended up being until 5, and then would spend as long as was needed to get everything away.

And I fell asleep hard. I slept for almost 3 hours. I really needed it. And when I woke up I got redressed and had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. James was at the store still. And I spent a few minutes waking up and feeling like a person again.

Once I was awake I got into organizing. And would spend the next 3 hours sorting and putting away. I am not done, but at least it's better. Things have spots for now. I want to get some vacuum saver bags for some of our extra pillows and blankets. And I want to get rid of some stuff. But at least for now I have made great progress. And James helped a lot. They sorted my basket of half finished projects and fabrics and put them in the boxes I have gotten for that. And I worked on the closet in the studio. Finally got the cart in there. And I am just really pleased. I also found a better way to keep my extra garment rack and I'm going to use it for all my coats for now. Which frees up the closet even more.

I also started going through my lotions and makeups again. I got rid of a half trash bags worth of lotions and deodorant and makeup. All expired. Or weird smelling. James is going to go through our nail polish at some point this week and I am going to go through the bathroom closet. We just have a lot of half finished things and stuff we aren't using. And it needs to get cleared out. I'm very happy with what we got done though. Even if the work continues.

Around 9 I finally got a shower. And laid down. And now I am ready to get some sleep. James just came in the room and immediately sneezed so loud. Causing a commotion. And I'm sitting here texting stupid stuff to Celia and Jess is telling me about her day. And I feel happy.

Tomorrow I hope to get more organizing done. I also want to make a list of stuff I want to accomplish this week. I want to use my two weeks well. I hope you all have a good Sunday it's also my brother's birthday! He's going to be 30!! I love him very much. Maybe when we go see my parents on Tuesday we can see him for a minute. We will see what happens.

I love you all. Sleep good. Take care of yourself!!

[grandhotelabyss]

Heh, it’d be interesting to see the thought you hinted at a while back about how Red Scare-ism can never really be properly TERF-y written up in some moderately disreputable rag.* Incidentally about the hippie/fascist thing I was just commenting something similar to a leftie associate, adding to the point about Morrison et al that of the great *leftist* American novels are secretly libertarian (some Hemingway, Dos Passos, much of what passes for leftism in PKD) as well. Underlying reaction is a disposition of the profession I suspect. Forget women, if civilization had been left to novelists we’d all still be living in grass huts!

* I won’t share my own thoughts on this atm (although my gut mostly agrees with you!) because much like the thing about Chu being dishonorable I almost have too much to say. I won’t do it, but it would be a fascinating project to try to do “an intellectual history of the red scare girl” from the 2014 Lana del Rey fan to the present.

I nominate Pariah the Doll to write up the anti-convergence of Red Scareism and TERFism. (Somebody should commission me to be a commissioning editor. Who commissions the commissioners?)

I never know if I should make a bigger deal about it or not, and I'm sure you know this, but I literally wrote one of the first "Lana del Rey is right-wing—and that's pretty much fine" essays, and got it published in a mainstream left-lib literary journal in 2014. This would have been impossible after 2016, though it's probably doable again, if not in that precise organ.

(Alex Perez said that middle-aged conservative or conservative-adjacent men's obsession with Lana seems forced and pathetic. I see what he means, but I think it's partly because she's one of the only post-monoculture stars who actually has a universal appeal, has something to say—or different but equally vivid things to say—to 45-five-year old men and 15-year-old girls.)

Agreed on novelists—but maybe just American novelists. There's that Dick quote—I came upon it in this book—where he calls himself a fascist but says he's trying to teach the fascist worldview to the masses, to everyone; but since the fascist worldview involves subjecting reality to one's will (he cites Mussolini to this effect, but it could be Nietzsche or Crowley or for that matter Emerson, and in any case Mussolini liked William James) then fascism for everyone is just anarchism, i.e., anti-fascism (since for Mussolini fascism was also a collectivist cult of the state and not a billion proliferating individual micro-realities). I didn't read and don't necessarily endorse the whole book, but the occultist John Michael Greer's political tract The King in Orange essentially ends by saying that American ethnogenesis is not yet complete—the true American has not yet been born—and this bone-deep libertarianism seems to have something to do with the ongoing nascence of this novel humanity. It's why I prefer outré neo-pronouns to "they" and am somewhat wary—this will irritate people, too, I'm sure—of gun control. We're running a very particular experiment here; maybe we'll all die, but still, let's see how it plays out. As our girl sings, "And if you don't like it you can beat it, beat it, baby." Of course I have other days where I think completely otherwise; I am only one generation out of Europe on my mother's side after all. Woodrow Wilson, however, did say in a speech delivered to newly naturalized citizens—I only read this because it's in the back of the Norton Critical My Ántonia—that their very desire to come here in the first place meant they'd been Americans all along.

#lana del rey #philip k. dick #anarchism #american literature #american politics

[thattimdrakeguy]

for what it's worth, you're not alone with feeling like this for dc comics nor the upcoming movies. I lost 99% of my interest in the dceu too when I saw the line up and I've seen a fair few others express the same. I'm mostly just having fun going through the old comics atp and appreciating what I've always loved about the universe, but I'm not about to settle for mediocrity just to fit in to dc's current fandom. celebrating what we enjoy and leaving the rest seems a good way to move forward

I genuinely thought James Gunn was gonna fix some stuff up, 'cause I loved his Guardians of the Galaxy, and laughed hysterically at all the jokes in The Suicide Squad no matter how immature a lot of it was. So I thought 'Oh, okay so this is great'.

Losing Henry Cavill sucked, but ya know, I don't feel like a strange one thinking "Well, if everyone's being recast I guess that makes sense."

Now it's just "Well, okay, fuck you James Gunn. I love your movies that I've seen so far, but also fuck you. This new shit is insulting"

If the movies end up being a big success, I won't be surprised. I know most people don't really give a shit about characterization. You can literally write the characters as anything and little shit-munchers will do some mental gymnastics to defend it. It really doesn't matter.

But oof I've just had enough. I blocked a lot of stuff on Twitter, so I won't even get updates on anything anymore. I'll check out the casting and costumes probably, but anything beyond the Superman project, which I must admit I do have an interest in, because I feel like that could still be good, I'm checking out of.

Then with the comics it's like, oh boy, Tom Taylor? Woo-weee, can't wait to read severely out of character characters people praise because it did a lot of fan service no matter if it makes sense or not.

Like what is it, and modern comic book writers, and being unable to successfully write a satisfying book that gives something people wanna buy without relying on out of character fandom shit? Are they that incapable.

Dick's just a sitcom character, you wouldn't even recognize him if you were a time traveler that came from back when Dick was actually treated seriously, like who he was as a specific character mattered.

Tim's stuck in someone's fan fiction--like him calling Damian his baby brother? Bernard looking like that? That thin writing? Hahahaha give me a damn break, it's sooooo freaking bad. And his comic is so ugly. I know that artist would be perfect for something else, but not Tim, jeezus.

I was pretty excited when I thought Tim was going to be gay, because in my head I assumed it really took someone that new Tim's character well, and saw all the moments other gay people did that really connected to them and their experiences and let them relate to him.

Instead nah, it's instead "I really shipped Tim and Conner, and I wasn't sure if they let me do Conner. So I heard about Bernard, I don't know much about him, but he'll do I guess". Like there is no shame what so ever.

I don't even have a clue what's going on with Jason but I don't care, 'cause he hasn't been a good character since Under The Hood. I'm not down this this retconned filled copycat they've been peddling for over a decade. I want the actually interesting, stand-out Jason that had some of the biggest potential for character arcs. Not the one they fucked up time and time again.

Batgirls sucks. Like admittedly I haven't read it, but come on, don't pretend like enough hasn't been shared for it to be obvious. I know the characters well enough. There's a difference between 'Bad Faith' and 'Their is literally a massive gaping flaw right fucking there, look at it'. It has ruined them for the time being. I don't need to buy the entire sofa to inspect it further, when the massive coffee stain is RIGHT fucking THERE.

Damian hasn't been a consistently good character since Morrison. I seriously don't care what anybody says. If you have to put the character in situations and moments that would never happen or make no sense to make them likable, I think you're a bad writer, because fuck off, the original Damian as he grew was a great character, and I'm not here for this babified version made to appeal to the easiest common dominator. There is a difference between a character growing and just being out of character. I heard his solo wasn't that bad with him, but I still have no interest in it regardless.

So I can't read any of the Bat-Family. I thought about reading 'Batman' 'cause I heard after that really messy, badly paced, awkwardly written first arc it got better. But then again, I heard Teen Titans (2003), Tom Taylor's literally anything, Steph's Batgirl run, Super Sons and Red Hood and the Outlaws were all good, and those were some of the most frustrating reads of my life because they all changed the characters so much, or bad some of the most logic-less decisions that I was at a total lost at what made people like them.

I wanna read a comic the same way I enjoy a movie or TV franchise. Enjoy the stories, characters, arcs, and simply being able to enjoy it.

Reading and going "Okay that makes no sense" or "They so wouldn't do that" again and again feels like being grounded and punished.

Plus, old comics aren't even flawless, not that something has to be for me to like it. But when I read it so much that the flaws start sticking out more, then I'm making myself miserable again.

Like I used to be able to read Dixon's Robin run despite his shitty way of being, because it was good, and it still is, but those moments were Dixon projects parts of his own personality into the characters stick out to me way more now.

And the way fan's treat Bart made me too sad to read the good part of Impulse, and Cassie never had a solo I liked.

At least the mighty Ultimate Spider-Man is there, that never fails. But all this other stuff has me timid to read it.

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Apologies for the rant and all, but all things considered what else do people do on Tumblr? Have polite conversation?

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And for a long time just trying to share what I liked was enough for me, but I think I literally eventually simply said all I could say, and I felt I was repeating myself for ages.

Then there was seeing other fans just be total weirdos and lie about what happened, or at the very least stretch and hide details of the truth, just to make their favorite or what ever look better just to make people believe their desires:

Which is fucking creepy. Yeah you, who does that, in the event that you read this, it's fucking weird. Who does that, and why? Move onto something you actually like you kraken.

It's inevitable I might remake old posts for the sake of newer people, because some of the best vibes I've ever had was when I was making long informational posts for people to learn about the characters in easy to understand direct ways.

It satisfied my Autism and got me some praise, and compliments that made me feel like "Hey that mental thing I have isn't all bad!"

But when the people who used to care about that kind of stuff stops, and you're eventually left alone. It's pretty much back to the bottom for me, and my mental quirks are back to being a thing that causes me to be yelled at, by people who don't understand how I actually function.

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I don't understand Ben 10 Alien Force in hindsight, why is everyone so different in a way that doesn't seem plausible within 5-seemingly-uneventful-for-the-most-part-years.

It felt like more of a reboot then the actual reboot looking back at it. And I loved it as a kid, and would probably still love reading it, but I feel like people don't talk about that enough.

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Also the Eleventh Doctor makes me sad because I felt like he could've been the best, but when he stopped being "Old Quirky, formerly senile man in a young energetic intellectual body" and started treated more like a child it sort of ruined him. How you gonna give him moments where he's treated like the ultimate bad ass, he's just quirky, and then completely drop all of that to make him a joke. That's sad.

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I also like WWE, but can't think of anything to say besides I think Roman Reigns is the worst part of the Bloodline and that he'd be better not being champion, because he doesn't make the titles feel like they truly matter. They're set decorations, rather than a plot point that feels important anymore.

Love the Sami stuff, and Roman's character work, but his matches without someone against him that's super great are really boring ignoring any storyline shenanigans that happen in them. It's a drag to have to wait to those moments.

[pureimaginefic]

💐Greatest Mom Moments💐

Time of some of our favorite mom moments, who's your favorite mom of the series? what do you think was their best moment? Will it be listed below? find out!

Lizzie McAdams: “Hi Brian” Lizzie said to him. “Mrs. McAdams” “You’re not a teenager anymore you can call me Lizzie you know” “I can?” . “Sure, you pretty much earned that right when you knocked up my daughter”- A Time of War, A Time of Peace

Kathleen Miller: “Sasha!” “We haven’t even started dinner yet!"“…Oops?” “Mom I’m sorry okay but this is not me, this is your grandson” “fine…just promise me you’ll stay away from the pies” “There’s pie?!” “Ah ah ah!” “Get out of there”- Pomp & Circumstance

Michelle Jordan: "She's sixteen" "I know, so what are we going to do?" "What happened to that little girl?" "She's still our daughter and she's in a lot of trouble and she needs our help and that's what we're going to do"- Pomp & Circumstance

Lynda Mitchell: "Mom, I'm...." "Kellie I thought we taught you better than this". "I'm so sorry" "I didn't want this to happen, you have to believe me". "Oh Kellie" "Do you hate me?" "I could never"- Pomp & Circumstance

Louise Johnson: "Mom, did I cause you this much pain?" "Well after I had your sisters I was pretty much used to it" "Well I'm sorry anyways" "Oh honey" "It's okay, once you have that baby in your arms you forget all about the pain, I promise"-Pomp & Circumstance

Kellie Mitchell: “So I guess this is it” “Yeah I guess so” "I love you so much" “You are everything I could’ve ever imagined or hoped for” "And I am so proud of you" "I love you too mom”-Pomp & Circumstance

Christina Johnson: "I wouldn't change having you for the world" "I love you more than anything else on this planet and you don't know how proud of you I am" "Thanks mom"- Pomp & Circumstance

Melissa Jordan: "Okay, first thing's first...someone want to tell me why the HELL you guys thought you could make Thanksgiving dinner by yourselves?"-Pomp & Circumstance

Sasha Miller: “I remember when he got this, the night he was born, my dad ran down to the hospital gift shop just as it was closing and this was the first thing he saw And then after he was born, my dad put it in his little bassinet"-Incomplete

Vicki McAdams: “God this is due next week? They’ve got to give you more time than that” “Bradley…how much time did they give you to do this project?”“…I don’t remember” “Bradley!” “I had…more than just a week…” “How much more?” “A week or…three” “Oh my god”-A Time of War, A Time of Peace

Jodi Cappel: "What can I do?" "Oh honey...as much as I would love to fix this for you I don't...I really don't know how, have you tried to talk to them?" "They won't talk to me" "I'm so sorry baby" "Can you still make those brownies? I could really use 'em" "Course"- Faithfully

Natalie Cappel-Carter: “Here you are”“Great seats” “I told Rach I’d cheer her on from the front row” “That’s sweet” “Hello…Joe” “Don’t worry I’m right here if he tries to do anything to you”- Reunited

Sydney James-Littrell: “MOM!” “Can you please do something about your husband?” “Husband, please leave your daughter and her boyfriend alone”- Reunited

#jr. bsb series #original characters #bsb fan fiction #teenage dream series #the next generation series #mother's day #mom moments

[apicturewithasmile]

I miss my husband (=James Spader). when will he come back from the war (=The Blacklist) and bless me again with his presence (=being cast in a better show that I’m actually willing to watch)?

#James Spader #future husband #about me #it's been 84 years of him still making NBC money #James baby... I'm sure there's some project out there for you #that also pays well #but has a half-decent writing team at least

[cherrykindness]

let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

[greyeyedmonster-18]

I'm bright baby blue, falling into you, falling for each other.

Part 2 of a previous dribble- "favorite color"

--

Regulus sighed, finally set up and focusing on James. Bright and enthusiastic. Loud. Regulus could see sparks around his head; fireworks in an aura. "Just...be yourself and sit. How you normally do. When you're in class or whatever."

"But that's no fun."

"It's not about fun, it's about...authenticity. So unless you regularly look like a woman waiting for her husband to return from war..."

James laughed, dropping the pose and settling into something that looked more like him. Forward onto his knees; how he sat when he and Sirius were talking. The only two people Regulus knew who were unphased by really intentional eye contact, engaged in some sort of staring contest when they were speaking about the weather or a football match.

--

"Please," Regulus tried again, following Sirius from room to room of their flat as his brother is tidying up.

"Ask me one more time and I will shove this down your throat," Sirius replied, holding a dishrag in front of Regulus's face.

"Be nice, baby," his brother's boyfriend added from the kitchen table where he was sitting, watching the entire debacle. Regulus had interrupted something of a study session, though the books weren't open yet and Remus had been there for about an hour.

"That was nice, I haven't done it yet."

"...Please?" asked Regulus one more time, despite the warning eyebrow lifting on Sirius's face. The dishrag was propelled in Regulus's direction, hitting him square in the face, "Hey!"

"You're annoying me."

"Sirius!" Regulus protested at the lack of answer, Remus laughing from the table.

"Didn't your professor say they're tired of seeing me in your work? I'm telling you, I don't have time to sit for five hours this weekend."

"Sure you do, get out one of those spreadsheet things or do some practice calculations."

Sirius sighed, moving back to sit at the table next to his boyfriend. Remus immediately reached a hand up to the back of his brother's neck, and Regulus had to fight down his eye roll.

"We can make time," Remus offered, "I don't mind."

"Yeah, hey, Remus can sit for it too! I'll sketch both of you out and it'll be just fine."

"Oh. you want to sketch both of us?" Sirius asked, "Really? You sure, love? Do I get to pick the position?"

"Sirius." hissed Remus

Regulus's eyes widened at his brother's choice phrase, tossing the dishrag back on the counter in a heap instead of folding it nicely by the sink. He too could make points. "Nevermind."

"Have one of your shitty friends sit."

"My friends aren't shitty, thanks. They're just busy and...quite honestly they all move too much. I tried with Rosier last assignment and the best I got was twenty minutes out of him and please Sirius," Regulus tried for the last time, not caring how petulant he sounded, even though he knew it was in vain. His brother had an uncanny ability to stay put when he was focused on something that was hard to find, Regulus turning in project after project that used his brother's face and body when required to do portraiture.

Sirius reclined his head back looking up at the ceiling, Remus chuckling still. Regulus was the one person in Sirius's life who perhaps got countless chances, and he took advantage of that. Toeing the line of annoyance more frequently than most people, and getting away with it.

"No."

"But--"

"No."

"What if I--"

"Hey Black Brothers, what are we arguing about?" James said, walking into the room, wide grin on his face and backpack over his shoulder.

"Reg wants me to sit for him for an assignment, and I said no because I'm busy and he's being shit, as usual," Sirius explained, though it didn't have the edge it previously had. Regulus guessed it had something to do with hands and something whispered into his brother's ear by Remus. Regulus rolled his eyes again.

"Aw, don't be so rude to Reggie," James teased, coming to rest his elbow on Regulus's shoulder.

"Don't call me that," Regulus told him, moving out from underneath the weight and looking away from the bright smile that had infiltrated exploratory works for the past several weeks. Secret sketches tucked away under his bed to never see the light of day.

"Besides, I'm free this weekend," James said, "I'll sit for you if you need someone."

"Now that's a great idea. You've never drawn James before, this will be a challenge and--" His brother's words drifted off into faint ringing in his ears, blood rushing to his face. He had drawn James before, almost exclusively by memory, simultaneously surprised and horrified at how well his brain could replicate strong arms and a narrow waist. Because James was no longer just colors swirling in Regulus's brain. He was a fantasy of smile lines and dark curly hair on paper, Regulus playing a game with himself to see how much of James could be secretly embedded into his landscapes. So what if grass started to resemble astroturf? No one had to know.

"Uh...that's not a good idea." Regulus countered.

James gasped, "I am offended! I was made to be drawn."

I know this, idiot. I know this like the back of my hand, and the back of your hand and the back of your--

"I've just never seen you sit still ever, Potter."

"Well, I love a challenge too, Reggie."

--

It wasn't until James Potter was sitting in front of him on a chair brought into their sitting room that Regulus realized they had never been alone together longer than a handful of minutes. They had spent time together, enough for Regulus to develop an odd sort of crush, an odd sort of fluttering in his stomach, but never alone. Sirius was always there as a buffer; a link that attached two opposites together. An artist who had made far too many attempts to fit into a place in the world and an athlete who made homes wherever he stepped. James could walk into any room and chairs would open up, everyone holding their breath to see if they would be so lucky to occupy his time; Regulus walked into rooms and searched, far and why for even an inch he could squeeze into, coming up empty every time.

But there he was, sitting and smiling at Regulus as he moved into ridiculous pose after ridiculous pose.

"Oh, I could be The Thinker, hows this--" James leaned forward putting his hand under his chin, brows creasing into a contemplative frown.

"You look constipated."

"I might be."

"Charming, Potter. Don't you do a juice cleanse once a week or whatever," Regulus said, focusing intently on getting his supplies out, and not on the boy in front of him who had chosen the tightest shirt possible to wear that day. "I would hope you wouldn't be..."

"You're right." James grinned, "OH! What about that woman, she's kind of looking over her shoulder? I could go get some of Sirius's jewelry. Look," James sat up and turned his head over his shoulder just slightly, face forming into something far off and mysterious.

"The Girl with the Pearl Earring?"

"Yes!"

Regulus sighed, finally set up and focusing on James. Bright and enthusiastic. Loud. Regulus could see sparks around his head; fireworks in an aura. "Just...be yourself and sit. How you normally do. When you're in class or whatever."

"But that's no fun."

"It's not about fun, it's about...authenticity. So unless you regularly look like a woman waiting for her husband to return from war..."

James laughed, dropping the pose and settling into something that looked more like him. Forward onto his knees; how he sat when he and Sirius were talking. The only two people Regulus knew who were unphased by really intentional eye contact, engaged in some sort of staring contest when they were speaking about the weather or a football match.

"Better?"

"Yeah..." Regulus said picking up a pencil, "Let...me know if you need to move? I can put marks down--"

"Oh, no, I'll be fine. I'm competing with Sirius on whose the better model."

No contest, I'd much rather look at you.

"I...okay." Regulus swallowed, blowing out a breath between his lips, eyes raising and catching James's. The other boy smiled instantly, "What? Don't look at me like that."

"Like what? This is just my face."

"Stop smiling unless you can hold it."

Stop smiling unless you want to watch me get hard in the next 10 minutes.

"Shouldn't be hard, Reggie..."

Regulus rolled his eyes, the horrendous nickname slowing heart palpitations.

--

James was surprisingly good at staying still. Better than Regulus had given him credit for, at most wiggling his fingers or feet on the floor. Regulus was unsurprisingly bad at staying focused, spending far too long on the contours of James's shoulders and the outline of his kneecaps seen through joggers. Regulus was bad at fighting down a blush, wishing he wasn't so fair and had inherited more of his father's complexion and less of his mother's. He was certain James could see the pink on his cheeks. Maybe he could chalk it up to the weather. Or working hard.

Maybe he could pretend he wasn't reveling in every moment he could study James, extra time dedicated to his hands.

"Do you usually talk with Sirius?" James asked breaking the silence that had floated between them.

"No," Regulus said, "But that's mostly because he doesn't talk back and forgets I'm here. Sometimes I think a train could run him over and he'd still be wrapped up in whatever.... numbers and other things."

"It's impressive."

"I'm well aware." Regulus rolled his eyes, used to people being impressed by Sirius and finding Regulus the more appropriate channel to express it. He had grown up at dinner tables that were content to praise Sirius, even while his parent's called him troublesome behind closed doors, catching him stumbling home drunk off his arse and sneaking out as a teenager. Because Sirius was the one with the lucrative career ahead of him. Sirius was the one who had his priorities straight, even though Sirius was also the one smoking in his room and ensuring every family gathering ended in a shouting match.

Regulus was just an artist and figuring it out.

"Not the numbers part, I don't care about that, I mean the discipline part. I'd be hit with the train and go along for the ride. You know?"

"That's impressive as well...go with the changes? Makes you a good player..."

"...That was actually nice, Reg."

"Happens on occasion."

James smiled widely and Regulus had to stop himself from moving too quickly, and ruining his drawing which had James straight-faced, wanting to capture the ratio of lips and teeth to the rest of his face. "What about you?"

"I hear the train coming from miles away. I'm the first one off the track."

"So...you want to talk back."

"Not necessarily."

"You want to talk while drawing. All the thoughts in your head?"

"Not all of them.

"I like talking."

"Very aware of that."

"So? What are you thinking?"

Regulus moved his eyes from the paper, "That this isn't working. This doesn't feel right and I'm not sure why but we're already an hour and then some in and I don't want to take more of your time so I'm going keep going, but I'm not...exactly happy with this."

"Not happy? Oh, we can't have that. How can I help? Should I go back to Girl with Pearl Earring?"

Regulus couldn't help but smile, "No, stay put. I...don't actually know." He turned his paper around so he could show James, "It's off and I can't explain it."

James moved abruptly off the chair to get a closer look, "Are you kidding? It's brilliant! That's my knee! And my neck! You got that freckle I have back there, and the weird bone that pokes out--and the lines on my eyes? Reggie!"

"I have a feeling I could draw a stick figure and you'd love it."

"Because I would, but I mean it. This looks good! What's off about it?"

"It's...just a feeling."

"Like colors?"

"Kind of."

"Well..." Jame shrugged sitting back down, "You...are more than welcome to take my time."

Regulus tapped his pencil on the paper a few times, raising an eyebrow at James, "...I have an idea."

"Okay."

"Do...you want to drive or--"

"Oh, dibs on driving Sirius's car. Can we find some mud to drive it through? Take a detour to the seaside really quick just to track sand inside?"

Regulus laughed and stood up alongside James, grabbing his paper and pencils. James quickly walked to the kitchen where Sirius's keys would be, left on a bowl on the counter, shouting about bringing water for them.

--

The finished drawing of James was put on the wall of the kitchen so Regulus could step back and look at it. The day that started in the stale indoors of the flat turned into an afternoon outdoors at the University field, Regulus sitting on the track sketching as James moved around.

You don't sit still...it's not you if you're not moving.

It was unlike any portrait Regulus had done before, legs and knee caps appearing dismembered; broad smiles floating on the page; absent footballs and feet. A whirlwind. A hurricane of light. Of fun.

James was unlike anyone Regulus had known before.

Regulus had finished the drawing and offered to kick the ball around with James in exchange. Kaleidoscope eyes lit up and Regulus knew he'd make a fool of himself ten times over just to see that again.

"Are you going to come join us or do I have to drag you out of here?" asked James and Regulus turned over his shoulder.

"Sorry, I just...had to make sure."

"Of what? Looks like a fine specimen you've got there."

"Your ego is showing, Potter..."

James walked forward, elbows resting on top of Regulus's shoulders.

Chest pressed flush against his back.

Regulus held his breath. He couldn't give himself away.

"Can I keep it?"

"I have to turn it in."

"After."

"You want to?"

"Or...we could do it again."

Regulus cautiously turned his head to the side and looked up, catching eyes in his own, "Drawing."

A slow smile.

"If that's what you want to call it."

Regulus tripped over James's legs as the ball was stolen out from underneath his feet, landing flat on his back in the middle of the field. Not that Regulus expected to be able to get anything past James--a near-professional athlete-- but until that moment he was proud he had managed to keep the ball away, holding his own. James's walked over, legs on either side of Regulus's sprawled out body, curly hair blocking the sun. James had changed into shorts the second they got there, going into his locker, and Regulus could definitely see up them from his position on the ground. Regulus wasn't sure James's legs ever actually ended. Just continued in gorgeous shades of brown for all of eternity.

"Nice try, Reggie." James extended his hand, "Are you okay?"

"I'm just fine," Regulus took his hand and stood up, "Just...a bruised arse and pride."

"Aw," James said, stepping closer, a rare moment of hesitation flickering across his face before he spoke, their hands still connected. "Kiss to make it better?"

"Sorry?"

Lips pressed onto Regulus's cheek.

Soft.

Tender.

Longer than James usually went around kissing people on the cheek. Long enough to make Regulus think...it should've been his lips instead.

"Alright?"

Regulus cleared his throat, "...Knock me down again and I'll let you know."

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #soft love dribble #empty out your drafts saturday

[idy-ll-ique]

okay, grandpa

pairing: bucky barnes x parker!f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

requested: nope

word count: ~2k

summary: "i'm not like a brother to you, y/n, anything but!" "anything but, huh? oh okay, grandpa"

author's note: hiya peeps! just a note- peter is around 16/17 in this fic but y/n is mid to late '20s. enjoy!

masterlist

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“Have you met her before?”

“Who, May Parker?”

“Who else would I be talking about, dum-dum?” Bucky rolled his eyes. Steve ran a hand through his hair, shrugging. “No, actually, never before. I’ve known the spider-boy for years now but I’ve never been invited over, plus he is very protective about his family for some reason,” he sighed and Bucky nodded thoughtfully.

A few seconds later, they arrived on the floor where Peter’s apartment was and rang the bell. Peter was the one who opened the door, giving both super-soldiers an excited smile. “Mr Rogers, Mr Barnes, thank you so much for coming over and helping me, come in.” Steve and Bucky walked in, looking around the apartment. That’s when Bucky’s eyes landed on the woman sitting on the couch, working on a laptop.

“And this must be your aunt May. She looks very young…” Peter laughed as the woman looked away from the laptop, giving Bucky an amused smile. “His aunt May is not home at the moment, I’m Y/N Parker. May’s daughter,” she snorted and Bucky went red with embarrassment as Steve snickered.

“Are you visiting or something, Y/N? Because this guy here has never mentioned you before, and he talks about his aunt all the time,” Steve chuckled, pointing his thumb in Peter’s direction. “Peter! Come on, not even once?!” Y/N pouted. This time it was Peter’s turn to blush. “I just didn’t want anything to happen to you, with me being Spider-Man and everything…”

“I understand. What’s the special occasion?” she grinned. “Oh! They’re here to help me with a school project. I have to interview a war veteran and I thought who better than James Barnes and Steve Rogers, the ones who have fought in World War 2-” Y/N looked up from where she had begun typing again.

“I actually don’t give a shit, Pete, take the hint.”

Peter rolled his eyes at his sister as both Steve and Bucky tried to hold their laughter in. “You big meanie,” Peter muttered as he led the two men to his room. Y/N laughed after him, “Just doing what sisters do, Petey-baby.”

“Y/N!”

---

“Peter! Time for snacks!” Y/N watched as Peter, Steve and Bucky walked out of Peter’s room, sitting at the dining table where May had placed a plate of cut-up fruits. “Oh! Well if it isn’t Captain America and Sergeant Barnes! I didn’t know you guys were here,” May smiled when she saw them. “Mrs Parker, hello! We came over to help Peter with a project,” Steve smiled back.

“That is very kind of you two, look Y/N. And you’re supposed to be his sister,” May jokingly chided Y/N and she groaned. “Ma, he had to interview war veterans, the only war I’ve ever fought is the one with sleep to finish my stupid fucking thesis,” she grumbled and Bucky turned to her, intrigued.

“Thesis? Are you getting a PhD in something?” Y/N turned to him. “Yeah, a PhD in biotech. Can I look at your arm?” she questioned excitedly and Bucky felt a fluttery feeling in his abdomen. “Uh, sure,” he mumbled, holding his arm up for her to look at. “Ooh, it uses Vibranium, right? From Wakanda? Do you know the ruler of Wakanda?”

Bucky smiled softly at the series of questions. “Yes, yes and yes. He and I are good friends, his little sister made the arm for me,” he answered patiently and the smile that lifted Y/N’s face was worth it. She was super gorgeous (well, considering her mother…). “Whoa, that’s so cool! Your shield is also made of Vibranium, isn’t it, Cap?” Steve laughed. “It is.”

"Wow…" Y/N let go of Bucky's arm and sat back down, picking up a slice of apple. "So what are your plans after graduation, Y/N?" Steve questioned. "I don't know, I'd have to get an internship somewhere most probably," she sighed. "Hey Steve, Banner has a PhD in biotech, doesn't he?" Bucky blurted out and Steve turned to him.

"He has 7 PhDs, one of them could be biotech," Steve agreed. "We can talk to him, you know, get you an internship with Banner. That would be a fantastic look on your résumé, don't you—" Bucky froze as Y/N leapt up and enveloped him in her arms. "You are so amazing," she whispered into his shoulder as he awkwardly patted her back, smiling.

May and Peter only smiled at each other.

---

"Welcome to the Compound, Ms Parker!" Tony Stark greeted Y/N enthusiastically, "How was the graduation? Congratulations on your thesis, by the way, it was a very fun read, well done!" Y/N's cheeks heated up as a big smile took over her face. Being Peter's sister certainly had its perks. "It means a lot, Mr Stark, coming from you, thank you," she whispered.

"Come on, I'll take you to Bruce's lab." As the two walked towards the lab, they happened to bump into Bucky and Steve who were on the way to the gym. "Oh— Y/N, wasn't expecting to see you here so early, how are you? Congratulations! I haven't read your thesis yet, but I'll be sure to do it in the next week," Steve smiled widely upon seeing her.

Bucky, meanwhile… malfunctioned. He nearly tripped over his own feet but steadied himself, starting to sweat as he cleared his throat and offered her a small, awkward smile. "Thank you so much, Cap! Hi Bucky!" This time, he did trip over his feet and Y/N covered her mouth with her hands as Bucky quickly caught himself, earning suspicious glances from Steve and Tony.

"U-Uh, yeah, congrats," he mumbled. The two parties after that went on their way and Steve turned to Bucky. "What the hell, you never fumble like that, what happened?" Bucky went red and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get a sentence out but instead, he just stammered incoherently. Steve smirked. "You like her! Oh my— Bucky, that is so sweet," he laughed.

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, I like Parker's sister. Have you seen her, though? And she's intelligent. She's perfect," he muttered and Steve swung his arm over Bucky's shoulder. "And you're stupid, that makes a perfect couple!" He chortled loudly when Bucky shoved his hand off, storming towards the gym. "Come on Buck, I was kidding! Sorry!"

Turns out, Bruce Banner did have a PhD in biotechnology. And he was happy to take Y/N under his wing since Tony was also mentoring Peter. Her first day of the internship was today. 2 months had passed since Steve and Bucky went to Peter's house and by now, all the Avengers knew her well. She'd become friends with everyone.

Well, she did hope she could break her friendship with one of them… Bucky. She wanted to be more than friends with him. Ever since she'd seen him, she had fallen for his charm. He was handsome, witty, funny, and strong… Hopefully, the internship would allow her to form a better friendship with the Avengers like Peter had.

In the gym, as Bucky trained, he too thought of Y/N. What could he do, how could he confess? He had no plan, and some part of him knew with certainty that Y/N wouldn't say yes so easily.

"A good romance starts with a good friendship," he heard and snapped out of his thoughts, turning to Steve. "What did you just say?" Steve smiled softly at his friend. "Befriend her first, that will increase the chances of her saying yes to you when you finally ask her out," he shrugged and Bucky blinked.

"I guess you're right."

"What are you guys talking about?" Both men turned to see Peter walking in with a duffle bag. Bucky blushed again as Steve shook his head. "Nothing at all."

---

"Hey, Parker."

Y/N blinked and turned away from the coffee machine when she heard Bucky. "What now?" she sighed and Bucky leaned against the counter, smirking. "What, can't I just check up on a good friend?" he asked and Y/N glanced at him. "Good friend? Since when Metallica?" Bucky rolled his eyes at her. "Stop hanging out with Stark so much."

"Kinda hard to do that, you know with Bruce and Peter and everything," she sassed. A few months had now passed since Bucky and Y/N met and frankly… sometimes, Y/N got tired of his shit. It was like his sole purpose in life was to annoy the hell out of her.

She understood that all he was doing was trying to be funny, but his words actually cut sometimes. So she tried to stay away from him as often as she could, even though she liked looking at him and hearing him talk. That never did stop him, though. “Yeah, yeah. How’s the internship going?” She smiled at the mention of the internship.

“Fantastic. I’m learning a lot, and Bruce is a very good mentor,” Y/N told him. “That’s nice. You done using that machine?” Bucky nodded his head towards the coffee machine, even though she was clearly still using it. “Honestly you’re like Peter sometimes, can’t you see I’m still using the machine?” she laughed. Bucky blushed slightly but he wasn’t gonna let Y/N one-up him.

“Are you saying I’m like your brother, Y/N? After all this flirting, oh my God,” he smirked and Y/N flushed, because hearing him say himself that he was flirting with her all along was much, much better than her imagining things. But like Bucky, she was stubborn. “Flirting, really, Barnes? I didn’t even notice, since you act like an annoying older brother all the time. Is that what flirting is like these days? Odd.”

“Oh come on, Parker, I’m not like a brother to you, anything but!” Bucky whined as Y/N picked up her cup of coffee, moving away from the machine. Bucky and Y/N switched places. “Anything but, huh? Oh, okay, grandpa.” Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. Forgetting his coffee, he instead turned to her with a growl, cornering her into the kitchen counter.

“Don’t play with me, Parker, you know damn well what’s been going on between us,” he hissed and she audibly gulped, looking up into his electric eyes. He was right; she knew damn well he’d been flirting with her since day 1, but it was just that her low self-esteem refused to believe it. “What do you want?” she whispered.

He leaned close to her, their faces inches apart. “You. I want you. I have wanted you since the day we met. A date with me, say yes,” he begged in a whisper and Y/N moved her coffee mug to one hand, cupping his face with the other hand. “Yes, Bucky, I’d love nothing more.” Bucky wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers, his hands hungrily roaming her body until they rested on her waist, pulling her body impossibly close to his.

Y/N, lost in the wonderful kiss, managed to keep her coffee mug at a safe distance just as Bucky lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She could feel him getting hard under her and so she deepened the kiss, making Bucky groan. “Sweetheart, do you really want to, right now?” he asked with a strained voice.

“I’d love nothing more,” she repeated in a raspy voice and Bucky was about to take her to his room when they suddenly heard a scream coming from near the door of the communal area. Both of them turned to see Peter standing there covering his eyes, while Steve, Tony and Bruce simply smirked at them.

“Lookie lookie, what do we have here?”

“Shut the fuck up, Stark.”

“Y/N! What are you doing?!”

“I’m not a child anymore, Peter! And I like Bucky very much!”

“Aw, doll, that’s so sweet…”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Barnes.”

“But you just-”

“Is anyone gonna drink this coffee?”

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you liked it!

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[misty-doodles]

hehehe I'm so glad people are suddenly getting on the jamilmadburr train, I love this goddamn ship. I'm going to ramble on how I think these four function in a modern sense.

Alexander Hamilton :

-Revels in being the 2nd tallest

-regularly uses James or Aaron as a headrest

-literally flirted with every single one of them on sight, because they were fuckin hot, and he wanted some

-fought with them a lot because he felt that was the only way to get to know them

-owns several plants, but would kill all of them if not for Aaron

-can, will, and has thrown hands with anyone who disrespected his boyfriends.

-the weakest immune system next to James, and it kicks in during the cooler months

-Big spoon no matter what, just wants to hold them

-ADHD (projecting) and suffers from time blindness and ADHD paralysis frequently. He will go days without food or a shower simply because he forgot to

-haha, he either loves his work or hates it, no in between.

-hyperfixates on something for hours, and will accidentally ignore his boyfriends.

-he will then go lay on them and apologize until they shut him up

~~~~~~~~

James Madison:

-the shortest of the bunch

-Has many chronic illnesses and pain, and feels awful every time he has to cancel a date seconds before or even mid-date

-will never say it, but the biggest cuddlier of all of them

-master manipulator, since he fades into the background It's easy to listen in to convo's

-he can make situations move in his favor with enough time and no one would be any the wiser

-couldn't throw a punch if he tried, but anytime someone is ableist to him or his boyfriends, he will reduce them to tears

-speaks several languages, but people just forgot??

-uses tumblr regularly

-"I want to put him in my mouth, but lovingly"

-says shit like scrunkly and 'my little meow meow' regularly

-is literally so bad at communicating

-brain cell holder #1

-Gives the best hugs bc I said so

-diabetic and has epilepsy, so he's been deemed the must protect boi of the group

-honestly he's probably killed before tho, so he's fine

-loves to hold Aaron and Alexander, and loves it when Thomas picks him up and just holds him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thomas Jefferson

-He is 6'2, and he will use this against everyone around him fuck you

-secretly likes dresses, skirts, and make up

-only Aaron, James, and Alex know since he walks around their house.

-also very manipulative, but to a lesser degree

-daddy issues holder

-wouldn't acknowledge his problems if you held him at gun point.

-very possessive and most likely to leave an unhideable hickey

-hyper rejection dysphoria

-he honestly wants to be a fucking house husband

-sometimes he just stares at his boyfriends with big heart eyes going 'dorks, losers,love them'

-owns the most stuffed animals out of all of them, and likes to curl up in the closet with them.

-Autistic, thank u

-a little goddamn baby when it comes to the cold

~~~~~~~~~~

Aaron burr:

-second shortest, but is treated as the shortest.

-crybaby,

-he sobbed over losing his favorite umbrella once

-absolutely irresponsible with money please never leave him alone with a card

-Once Bought a 700$ coconut and giggled for an hour when questioned

-worse than Thomas about confronting his issues.

-the most self-conscious about his place in their relationship

-last to join so he feels as if they'll just leave him

-loves being kissed the most

-also loves hickeys and bruises and any other type of claiming mark

-He likes others to know he's taken

-actual baby(r.e fully capable of protecting himself, but thinks watching all his boyfriend absolutely ruin a person is nice)

-is the type to brush off his own feelings just to make sure his boyfriends are feeling happy

-when he found out that Alex, Thomas, and James started dating after their secret meeting in the room™ he just sat in his office and bawled for 3 hours straight.

-Angelica and Theo were his life line since he could hardly talk to them

-it all worked out though

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[pbandjesse]

I am sitting at a baseball game with James. I forgot that they said we were doing this today. I'm having a nice time but also I am really sleepy. Today was a pretty good day but I didn't sleep great and I just really wanted to be home.

I woke up and tried stretching and it helped a little. I got dressed and James would drive me to camp. They had a bagel for me. And it was a pretty nice drive in. We listened to a podcast and had big laughs about a game where you had to guess the host of a podcast based on the guests and we were having a great time.

We got to camp at 9 and James helped me get stuff out of the car. And then they left me at the office. Heather was just getting there but we both still had to wait because she left her office key at home. Opps.

So we talked about her trip to Zion national park last week. I got sure would love to go see that. Seems so unreal. And we also talked about pewter casting at camp. I would send her some stuff about it later.

Once Elizabeth got there she told me what needed to be done but also told me don't try to do everything because we had so much staff today. She was correct I would have just tried to do it alone and exhausted myself.

When I got outside Celia was pulling up so I asked if she just wanted to drive up to the low ropes course. And that was perfect. She was like yes but also my car is full of baby mice?? I did not care but I was like. Slightly concerned she is driving a mouse van.

We got up the low ropes and worked together to get that set out. She worked on the ladder and I untangled the ropes.

While we were finishing that up Sarah and Dachelle pulled up in the gator to get ground elements stuff to take over to the tipi feild. And then we headed over there to help untangle all of that.

It was kind of a slow wait. The bus was late. But it was fine. Once it did come I met it outside and helped direct traffic a bit until Elizabeth came over and we figured out what was up.

This was a sleepover group so they unloaded and went up to the cabins. I helped direct there too. And got to meet a few teachers that hadn't been there last week. Because this was the same school, just the highschool and not the middle school. And I recognized some of them from last year. And that was nice.

We got them all on the feild and they decided to do free choice to make their groups. Which would have been fine but then they did that again after lunch? So then the groups were all mismatched and there was no reason for that. It was so stupid and stressed everyone out.

But thankfully the programs all went super well. Me and Celia started with ground elements and would have low ropes the rest of the day. And it was lot of fun honestly. Having the larger groups allowed us to really do the programs more thoroughly. And when they didn't want to do it anymore I read a few of their fortunes. I had a big long chat with Celia about how neither of us believe in cards or magic or anything but card reading is so much for like. Story telling reasons. Interpreting and basically improve on the fly. It's just fun.

Lunch was quiet. Me and Celia ate on the porch. I paid some bills and did some accounting. It's half way through the head and I wanted to make some projections about the rest of it. And if things go the way I hope we should be in a pretty good place.

Like I said though they wanted to do free choice again in the afternoon. Which of course was super confusing and then we were all sort of thrown off. But it was fine in the end and we figured it out. I was a little stressed about it though and felt a little annoyed with the person who organized it but it would work out.

In the last group we did have one student who had already done low ropes. He requested we do the team wall though so we made that happen for him. And then got into low ropes. And while two people did fall, overall it was fun and everyone did great.

I checked in with the group about finishing early so they would have time to change for the pool. And that worked out great. Celia ran the swing while I watched the part of the group that was finished the program and Sarah worked on taking the ropes down.

We were very efficient.

Once the group left I headed to the field to put away ground elements for tomorrow. And then to the office to get the Gator key to go collect water coolers. Celia would come with me and we drove all around to find them. Finding Tony had dumped one out, which was only annoying because we were supposed to combine them to take to the pool. But whatever, with the others we made one full one. Dropped it off at the pool and then drove to the lodge to drop off the empty ones.

We got back to the office and of course then Elizabeth asked us to take the trash out at the lodge. Thankfully James was just pulling up to come get me so they drove us over there but it was already done so we were able to bust drop Celia off at her car and then me and James went home.

When we got back we ran into Nick in the hall. He just bought a house on 4 acres and is slowly moving and I'm so happy for him. It was also just really nice to see him.

I was happy to get out of my work clothes. I took a shower. I was coated in dust and it really made me feel better but I was still pretty tired. We laid in bed for a while. But at 530 we got ready to get out of there to go to the baseball game.

We walked to the lightrail station. Someone yelled out the window to ask if James was Justin Tucker, a sports person, and we got round trip tickets so we could get back easy later.

Taking the lightrail was nice. And we got here and got tickets no problem. James got us fries and they got themselves chicken tenders. Eventually we would also get cotton candy. And I've been having fun. The other team has 1 run and we have 7, which is very embarrassing for them. I've been enjoying people watching. And I'm tired and my earrings are hurting but I am happy.

Tomorrow I have an early day but we will have a short day as well. Ending after noon. So I'll come home and hopefully get some cleaning done. I hope tomorrow is fun. I hope we win. But even if we dont I am still glad we came!!!

Goodnight everyone!!

[fancybehaviour]

Daddy Woes

Summary:

Harry is a good husband; so he sends his wife out on a much needed girls day. James Sirius is a naughty boy; so he sends his father down an anxiety spiral.

Notes:

Written for @harryandginuary BINGO!

Prompt I 23: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” “Do you not like zucchini?”

The sun had sunk low on the horizon, and in a few minutes would dissapear for the night. About dinner time, thought Ginny, as she made her way home after a long enjoyable day, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cobble. As she walked, she rewinded the highlights of her girls day out with Hermione and Luna in her head. Ginny had had an absolute hoot meeting her friends.She was sure she would continue to reminisce until the next time she could have such a day; after all being the mother of a seven month old meant that such trips were a rarity and she cherished them a lot.

Her legs ached from all the walking around she did while she helped Luna shop for her trip and she was looking forward to taking the nice long bath her husband had promised to draw her. She let out a sigh as she thought of sinking her aching legs in a hot bath, her husband perched at the edge of her bathtub as she gave him an exaggerated recount of the day's events peppered with silly nonsensical jokes, him guffawing at them all even though he had already heard them all. He did that a lot these days, laughing. Especially since the birth of their beautiful boy.

She felt a swell of love rise in her as she thought of her family; her seven month old baby son who could scream the house down and her loving husband who tried his best to give her respite from the said infant. 

"Harry?" she called, pushing the front door to close and locking it. "James darling? I'm back home. Did you boys have fun?". She continued heading towards the kitchen where she could hear noises, taking care not to trip over the many toys that were strewn about their living room. Courtesy of their many relatives and friends, James seemed to have an amount of toys that seemed absolutely ridiculous to Ginny who couldn't remember seeing so many toys even at the Burrow, that had been the residence of seven children. Making the matter even more ridiculous was the fact that James's favourite toys were actually the copper pots and pans that he liked to bang about making noise.

It was only when she reached the kitchen and took in the desecration that it was  that she realised that perhaps today, she might be the only one in the Potter household who might have had any semblance of fun.

Eyes darting from her slightly whimpering son in his high chair, to the trail of food spills surrounding him to the multicoloured stains adorning her husband's apron and his miserable face, she decided to address a whole other issue: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” 

“Do you not like zucchini?”, asked Harry, in a tone that might have been wry if it weren't for the long suffering expression on his face.

"Absolutely not. Can't believe you thought I did, the honor of questionable taste will forever be Hermione's ."

He gave a laugh that seemed more for her benefit (making Ginny wonder if parenthood had done a number on her humour too) and set about cleaning up. Ginny walked into the kitchen and lifted the whimpering toddler into her arms. She pressed a loud smacking kiss on both of his chubby, chubby cheeks, and rocked him gently, seemingly this was all that was needed for his whimpers seemed to slowly subside. She could feel Harry's eyes on them as he continued to clean up the mess; she remained silent, waiting for him to tell her what was weighing on his mind.

Instead he said, "He missed you," so she turns around to see him, looking at them softly with a look on his face that Ginny could only describe as melancholy. It reminded Ginny of her fifth year, when he looked at her like that, like she was everything he wanted but was unattainable.

It seems she was going to have to demand answers after all. Very well.

"Alright Potter, spill. Whatever happened today that has got you relapsing into your teenage angst?"

He laughed, and this time it was a genuine one; BINGO!

Pulling a chair at their kitchen table and settling himself down he said " James kept crying after you left. A lot." 

"Uh-huh. Nothing he hasn't done before. "

"Yeah. Sure. But today I just realised.."

"Yeah?" She asked, settling down into the chair opposite him, shifting James into her lap who seemed very fascinated with playing with her hair.

Harry watched him for a moment and then continued, "I know James crying is nothing new. Yet for some reason, it just bothered me today, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"It made me feel like a bad parent." he confesses, looking a bit surprised himself, perhaps at that he had spoken it out loud, yet continued with "I have been feeling like it a lot these days."

There.The dam had finally broken. Ginny had long since suspected that Harry was having troubles with parenting. She had caught him brooding about with a tea mug in his hands instead of going back to bed after whatever ungodly hour James Sirius had decided to wake them up. 

She tried many times,to get him to talk, but between her own exhaustion, an infant with a strong pair of lungs and Harry's stubborn refusal to burden Ginny with anymore than she was already dealing with nothing had come out of it. But now that he seemed to want to talk, Ginny did not stop him.

"I just… "he paused, and swallowed, something he did when he was overcome with emotion but wanted to bite it down.

"I want to do this right. I have never wanted so badly to do something right in my whole life. Family..it means everything to me and I want to be a good father but I'm afraid I am failing."

"You are an amazing father, Harry."

He shook his head. 

"Am I?"

"Yes" Ginny agreed furiously.

Harry looked into her eyes at that and she hoped he could read her, that he could see himself from her eyes, how she fell in love with him more and more everyday as she saw more and more of dad Harry.

Looking away he continued, "I sure don't feel like it. Today, while you were away, all Jamie wanted was his Mum. I tried everything, feeding him your milk, his favourite toys - yes the pans and pots, we are lucky we have no neighbours- feeding him all sorts of baby food and yet nothing seemed to work for long before he started wailing again. "

Ginny replied, "I don't want to sound like I'm being condescending, but this is the only way I can seem to put it- he's a toddler Harry. No one knows why toddlers do what they do. If he was fussy with you today and missed me I doubt it's because he has decided you were a bad parent."

"I know that - rationally.But the part of me - the same part of me that gets jealous of blokes trying to chat you up or worries that Ron is going to make a new best friend  - that part of me makes me think I have been a bad father."

"Today when Jamie kept crying for you, and I wasn't able to calm him down or feed him any of the amalgamation of baby foods I made- it just felt like I was in over my head, without a clue about what was doing. I might as well have been one of those dads who say they are 'babysitting' their kids and leave them up to their mothers and that's not- I never want to be that."

"I don't just want to do this right, I want be good at this. Like I am at Quidditch or catching dark wizards. I know I can catch a snitch, I know how to find a criminal on the run from law. Just like that, I want to be good at taking care of my son...but today, everything I did kept failing and that made me think.."

"James dented your confidence, didn't he," she said softly.

"He did," Harry agrees looking over at the boy who was happily sucking on his toes, completely ignorant of the spiral he had sent his father through.

Lacing her fingers with his, she said,"My mum told me, with parenting, there's bad days and good days, but you've got to understand that having bad days is not equivalent to being a bad parent."

"I imagine she had a lot of those, with seven of you," replied Harry wryly.

"Two of them Fred and George", Ginny reminded him.

They sat for a moment in silence both lost in thought.

"Gin-"

 "Harry" ,they both started at the same time, and Harry motioned for her to go on.

"I was just thinking - I had help with this. My mum, Fleur, Angelina, my teammates - I had people to talk this with. To reassure me that I wasn't doing things wrong. But you don't have that."

"No. But I've got you."

"You do," she agrees. "But also, maybe you should talk to people too. Maybe my dad or Bill or George"

He snorts at that. "If anyone had told me ten years ago that I'd be talking parenting with George.." he trails off as Ginny gives a light chuckle.

"Seriously though," she says again,       "Give it a try. I'm always here though. To listen. Or if you wanna get competitive over who is the worse parent".

Grinning, he says "I fed him courgettes Gin. He hated it. I'm winning this game." and she smiles at him, simply happy to see him happy.

"Oh and what is it?", she asks, and at his quizzical raise of eyebrows she elaborates, "that you wanted to say? You wanted to say something but you let me go first."

At that he gives her a wide smile and says, 

"Just that I love you."

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