Fuck it Friday. Have something I've been rotating in my brain that I don't know if I'll finish. DISCLAIMER: I hated the whole sperm baby storyline, and would rather ignore it and go full AU, but sometimes canon fuckery is like a challenge to me.
Maddie Han is a busy woman. She works full time at a demanding job. Has two children of her own, one of which is about to start her first year of kindergarten. A husband who she still likes to see occasionally and has a job that is even more demanding than her own. A new nephew that she adores (even if watching him seems almost like a second full time job sometimes). Somehow she manages to stay on top of things ninety-nine times out of a hundred. And that one time she slips up is always low stakes.
Like when she’s apologizing for being late to Miss J, who is in charge of parent pickup at Theo’s preschool. “I hope he didn’t get into any trouble while he was waiting.” (She adores her nephew. But he has her baby brother’s youthful rambunctiousness turned up to eleven, and she has the energy of someone in middle age instead of middle school this go around)
Miss J just laughs, “Maddie! It’s Tuesday.”
Maddie blinks at her, not understanding at first. “I know it’s Tuesday, I…”
Then it catches up to her. It’s Tuesday. She’s supposed to pick Theo up on Thursdays now.
To be fair to her, she’s been picking Theo up every Tuesday for almost five months. But Buck switched his parent training sessions to Thursdays a few weeks ago, said it fit his schedule better. (“What schedule?” Chimney griped, “He’s taking an extra month of parental leave.”)
“Buck’s husband picked Theo a few minutes ago, you must have just missed him,” Miss J says.
“Right, I’m sure—” Miss J’s words catch up to her, “I’m sorry, what? Buck isn’t…he doesn’t have a husband.” She wonders for a brief moment if Miss J means Eddie, which would be an easy mistake to make. But no; she knows Eddie is on duty because Howie is on duty.
Miss J’s warm smile fades, and it’s her turn to look confused, “Yes he does?”
“I think I’d know if my brother got married,” Maddie says, her heart pounding. She’s digging in her purse for her phone, debating on whether to call Buck or Athena first. Someone took Theo from daycare, she thought. Someone who isn’t Buck, someone who lied about being his husband, how the fuck did that happen, I had to practically give a vial of blood to get put on the authorized pick up list—
Miss J pulls up something on her tablet and passes it to Maddie, “Here, look.”
Maddie stares blankly at the tablet for an unknown length of time. Theo’s preschool uses an app for pickup lists, with both names and thumbnail photos of authorized adults. Theodorus Vincent Riley has a very long list, with all the usual suspects: Buckley, Evan (father). Riley, Petra (grandmother). Han, Maddie (aunt). Han, Howard (uncle) Diaz, Edmundo (family friend). Grant-Nash, Athena (family friend). Wilson, Henrietta (family friend). Wilson, Karen (family friend). Panikkar, Ravi (family friend).
The last, and therefore most recent, is the one Maddie can’t stop staring at:
Kinard, Thomas (stepfather).
There’s a thumbnail photo of a familiar handsome face with an awkward smile next to it.
What. The actual fuck.
Maddie Han is a busy woman, with a lot on her plate, but not so much she’d forget her brother getting married. To his ex. To his ex that vanished almost immediately after Bobby’s funeral, right when Buck needed him, froze him out and hasn’t been seen since.
She passes the tablet back with shaking hands. Miss J is looking concerned and a little embarrassed, “Is there a problem?”
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crush - November 23 - wolfstar raising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 277
"...and Ron said that it's stupid to like people but I don't think so," Harry was prattling on, avoiding the homework his first grade teacher had assigned that evening. "I mean...I can have a crush if I want to, right?"
Sirius thought about that for moment, wishing, not for the first time that day, that James and Lily were still there. "You can have a crush on whoever you want, Prongslet," he nodded, giving the boy a smile. "You just have to make sure, when you're older and you want to do something about your crushes, that the other person is okay with it. Alright?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully. After a moment, though, his demeanor changed. "Pads, you have a crush, don't you?" he asked, smiling a knowing smile, as if he'd found out one of Sirius's biggest secrets.
Very curious as to where this was going, Sirius pretended to gasp in surprise, placing a hand on his chest. "I have no idea what you mean! Who do you think I could possibly have a crush on?"
But Harry just giggled, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I'm not stupid, Pads, I'm six. I know you have a crush on Moony. You get all smiley around him. And guess what?"
Resisting the urge to melt with Harry's statement, Sirius just lowered his voice as well, whispering conspiratorially, "What?"
"I think he has a crush on you, too!" Harry said, eyes wide.
"I...that's good to know, Haz. Thanks for being my wingman," Sirius laughed, patting his godson on the shoulder.
He couldn't to tell his husband later that apparently, they were very obvious about their crushes on each other.
This is such a dumb version of this prompt, but it's all I could think of. Written for @bucktommyfluffebruary day twenty-two: learning something new together (alternate prompt). You can read it on AO3 here, but it's also on here because it's really really short:
Buck is asleep and has his face smashed up against his husband's chest and then there's a heavy weight on his leg and he has a brief flash of truck before he's all the way awake.
His son is on his legs.
Buck squints at the clock on Tommy's nightstand.
His son is on his legs at two in the morning.
For a moment, he thinks that Tommy must have gotten up with him and put him there, but Tommy's still dead to the world.
“Bud, wha?” Buck mumbles, sitting up. He nudges Tommy awake.
“‘Ooce,” Robbie says, making a loose sign for ‘juice.’
Tommy blinks at him, then the clock, then Buck. “‘S two.”
“I didn't get him up,” Buck says, pulling Robbie close and getting up with him in his arms.
They check the crib, but the sides are up. Splotch is asleep in the crib, but Robbie isn't. Robbie has his head on Buck’s shoulder.
Tommy gets him a sippy cup with a little watered down apple juice, and they watch him sit and drink it. When he's done, he stands up in his crib for kisses.
Then Buck grabs the monitor from their room and pulls up the history on it. He rewinds back and they watch as their son gets up and pulls himself over the side of the crib, landing safely on the floor and toddling out of frame to their room.
“Well, fuck,” Tommy sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face. “Do we bungee cord him down or is it toddler bed time?”
Buck smacks Tommy's shoulder with the back of his hand. “Bed, and he's gonna have to learn how knocking works.”
Tommy snorts and presses his forehead against Buck’s shoulder. “We'll pick one up tomorrow. I'll put the side down so he doesn't hurt himself if he tries to get up again.”
Buck nods and curls up in bed with the monitor, watching on the screen as Tommy goes into Robbie’s room and lowers the side of the crib. He rubs a hand over Robbie’s back and kneels to kiss his hair. Then he pets Splotch.
“Blaming you for this,” Tommy mumbles to her.
When he gets back into bed, Buck goes back to the great escape footage again and films it with his phone. He sends it to the group chat for their friends and then to his parents, already expecting a swarm of texts about how Robbie is just like both of his dads.
“Maybe we should take him rock climbing,” Tommy says against his tricep. “Good form.”
Buck snorts, then has a sinking realization. “Really good.”
They exchange a look.
Several minutes and a lot of rewinding later, they discover their son has been letting himself out for late night playtime for about a week.
“Fuck, fuck, fu-uck,” Buck groans as Tommy's shoulders shake with laughter.
This is for @steddiemicrofic June prompt "Pride" | rating: G | wc: 481 | cw: referenced bullying
summary: Amelia gets sent to the Principal's office.
AO3
Eddie's been in the principal’s office for fighting his entire school career. The only reason he had to repeat senior year so many times was due to his amount of suspensions.
So, sitting across from an oak desk was par for the course really.
What wasn't however, was Steve sitting next to him and Amelia pouting outside the door.
“She did what?” Steve asked.
“Amelia broke Justin’s nose,” the principal repeated. “This type of behavior is not tolerated—”
“Why?” Eddie interrupted.
“What?”
“Why'd she break that kid’s nose?”
“Why doesn't matter, violence is not acceptable,” he replied with pursed lips.
“She’s normally not a fighter, right? So that kid must have done something,” Steve said. “Did you even ask her?”
The principal’s silence said all they needed to hear.
“Amelia, can you come in here please?” Eddie called.
Amelia quietly stepped into the office, eyes cast down, and bottom lip quivering.
“Amelia, why did you hit your classmate?” Steve asked softly. The girl shrugged once.
“Amelia,” Eddie didn't need to say anything else for the truth to explode out.
“He kept shoving worms in Terry’s face!! Terry asked him to stop but he didn't. So I made him stop!” She stomps her little foot to emphasize her point.
“Did you tell the recess attendant?” Steve, ever the guidance counselor, asked.
“Yeah, the first ten times it happened. But they never do anything!” Amelia's red in the face from exertion, moments away from angry tears.
Eddie turned back to the principal with a raised eyebrow.
“Sounds like your school does condone this kind of behavior if you won’t stop bullies.”
“Regardless, she still hit a student,” the man implored. Eddie was done with this guy.
“And I've never been prouder,” he declared. “Suspend her or don't, but she's getting ice cream on the way home.”
“You're going to reward violence?” The principal scoffed.
“I'm rewarding her for standing up for her friend,” Eddie corrected.
“Mr. Munson, you're a guidance counselor, surely you can—” the man tried, but Steve chuckled condescendingly.
“Maybe, if your teachers were more capable of handling bullies, you'd be talking to Justin's parents about their son's behavior instead of trying to get us to punish our little paladin,” Steve shrugged.
“Okay, now I've never been prouder,” Eddie said, beaming at his husband.
The principal sighed and shook his head.
“We'll give her a warning this time, but if it happens again it'll be a three day suspension.”
“Are you gonna make Justin stop shoving worms in Terry's face?” Amelia glared at the man, crossing her arms.
The principal blinked at the girl, taking in her righteous anger. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“I will,” he promised.
“Then I won't hit him again,” Amelia replied, sticking out a hand for a shake. He took it, agreeing to the deal.
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My magnum opus !!! I never write kidfic because I get very self-indulgent with it, but I took off the reigns for this one and let that wild stallion run free. I'm actually really pleased with this one lmao.
Maria is 7; Nicky is 5
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The door bursts open. "Dad we have trouble," Maria bellows. "Five alarm fire trouble!"
Buck stops mid-dice as his daughter announces that they're home in the biggest way she can. He pauses the podcast he'd been listening to and taps his phone to check for any missed messages. There's nothing, so. Whatever it is that has Maria in a tizzy clearly Tommy didn't consider it an emergency.
"What's wrong?" he calls back.
"Daaaaad," Nicky calls, running into the kitchen, the cape he's been insistent is a permanent staple of his wardrobe streaming out behind him. It's one the Wilsons got him for his most recent birthday, with a rocket ship and "Captain Nicholas" on it. He stops in front of Buck, one foot half-covered in a sock and the other barely in a sneaker. Buck raises an eyebrow and waits. With a solemnity only the young can manage, Nicky says "Papa is sick."
"I'm not sick," Tommy calls from the living room, as though he'd been waiting for his son to snitch.
Nicky gasps. "Papa! Liar!" he yells back.
"Papa's not lying," Buck says, putting a warm hand on Nicky's shoulder. He starts to steer them into the living room to check on Tommy and Maria. "He's, uh, just maybe not the best judge of whether he's sick or not."
"But he says he's not."
"Well…"
"He's lying," Maria says primly, from where she's on her tiptoes trying to hang her coat up on one of the hooks by the door."
"That's not fair!" Nicky throws himself onto the couch where Tommy's already sitting, his feet landing in his Papa's lap. Carefully, Tommy extracts the rogue sneaker. "When I lie, I lose Bluey. Papa should lose Bluey, too."
"Oh no," Tommy says, in the voice of a man all too familiar with a tyrannical five year old's grip on the remote. "Anything but that." The deadpan would be effective, except then he folds in half, coughing so hard it sounds like a lung is trying to make a quick escape.
"You do sound kind of raspy," Buck says. "And that's a pretty bad cough…"
"The moms at the park gave us Looks," Maria said, capitalizing the L.
Buck hums thoughtfully. "So… sick?" he asks.
Maria nods, crossing her arms over her chest. "He's sick," she agrees.
"Well." Buck looks over at his husband, who is "definitely-not-pouting-Evan" and refusing to meet his eye. "You guys know what that means."
"Whassit mean," Nicky asks.
Buck grins. "Pile on Papa!" He grabs Nicky off the couch and plops himself down in his spot, setting Nicky in his lap as the boy giggles. "Quick, Maria, go get the family mascot."
She lets out a whoop and darts off to her bedroom. Nicky wiggles off of Buck's lap, tangled in his own cape. "Wait, I want to help," he says. "I wanna. I wanna get him, too." He stumbles and then braces himself on the coffee table, running off to catch up with his sister.
Tommy turns, ready for a kiss, but Buck anticipates him. "No," he says, putting a hand up to Tommy's mouth. "I've got to decontaminate you."
"Evan," he groans, leaning back against the couch, chin tipped up. "I'm—"
"Setting a bad example for our children?"
There's no rebuttal to that, but he waits anyway, just in case Tommy decides he wants to try. Exactly as he anticipated, Tommy folds in a second. He rubs a hand over his face and says "Low blow."
Buck beams at him. "Model good behavior for the kids, Tommy." He pats him on the shoulder, as bratty and condescending as he can manage. "They're at an impressionable age."
"Hmm. I'll show you what's impressionable," he murmurs low, putting one arm around Buck and curving into him. And. Well, Buck is a weak man for his husband, and in other circumstances he'd be willing to negotiate kisses away from the mouth.
But those cards aren't on the table tonight.
Maria comes barrelling back in, Nicky close at her heels and a squashy, gray and white creature of indeterminate origin clutched in her arms. "I brought my child," she says, presenting the stuffed thing to her fathers proudly.
Chim never told them where he had found a stuffed anteater, but Maria had immediately fallen in love with him.
("Howie, what is that," Tommy had asked, as they watched Maria try to stuff the thing into one of her dresses. It was a much more willing doll than Nicky.
"An anteater," Chim said. "Because. I mean, it's weird, right? Maria likes weird things." Buck looked ready to argue, but Chimney gave him a flat look at said "She's got that painting of an angler fish hung up over her bed." And he'd had to concede.)
But after Nicky, probably due to jealousy more than anything else, decided he loved it as much as Maria did, it have become the family mascot. His name was Buckles Kinaardvark.
"I want Buckles," Nicky wails, grabbing for him while Maria wedged herself between her dads.
"No, he's mine," Maria says. "I'm his mother!"
"I could be his mom, too."
"If only I wasn't sick," Tommy says under his breath. "We could leave them here to fight and go to our room."
"Hmm, well." Buck stands up, moving gracefully out of the way of the kids as they crawled over to fight on top of Tommy. "You are sick, and I have to finish dinner."
"It's just a cold," Tommy calls after him as he walks back into the kitchen. "I'm fine, Evan, I promise."
"Hush and enjoy your Pile on Papa," Buck calls back. Everything is neat, exactly where he left it, the onion half diced on the cutting board. "The kids' cuddles are healing."
Sylus: he was meant to have daughters to spoil. At least two, but as many as MC desires. They are decked out in designer and jewels from day one.
Zayne: he would want one or two kids, he wouldn't want MC to put her body through too much. Would like a boy and a girl, but has no real preference.
Caleb: People are going to start asking this man to stop making his breeding kink everyone else's business around kid #4.
Rafayel: It's going one of two ways: He's either jealous of his baby, or he's got a little mini me. I like version 2, I just love the idea of Raf going on his beach walks or working in his studio with a second, tiny version of himself. MC, however, is probably very tired.
Xavier: this man would get jealous of his own baby. They have a very spoiled dog that he has a beef with about the spot next to MC on the couch.
"Pads? Moony? What did you two do for your first date?" fifteen-year old Harry asked Remus and Sirius, looking deeply uncomfortable.
Remus sent Sirius a small, knowing smile. "Why do you ask, Haz?"
"Er....Ron wants to know," Harry mumbled, blushing. "So? What did you do?"
Sirius chuckled, and almost said something teasing before he started thinking about his first date with Remus and gave the taller man a panicked look.
They'd had all of the intentions in the world to go to Hogsmeade, you see. But sixteen-year-old Remus and Sirius had been so thrilled to finally be together that they hadn't even made it out of the castle. So the location of their first official date was actually a particularly small broom cupboard on the third floor, on the right-hand side of the west corridor. It was supposed to be a quick detour, but four hours later and...needless to say that spot held very fond memories for them.
"We went to Madame Puddifoots," Remus said firmly.
Which would have been believable, except Sirius said, "We went to the Three Broomsticks," at the same time.
And then both of them started stuttering and turning bright red.
"Oh, Merlin. Nevermind, I can figure it out on my own," Harry said with a disgusted expression, sulking out of the sitting room.
"I think we've scarred him for life," Sirius chuckled, pulling Remus into a kiss.
"Eh. I think he's used to it by now," Remus laughed.
