#libbynash

SHES A BADDIE SHE WAS LITERALLY PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY ABUSED BY HER MOM AND STILL TRIED HER BEST EVERY DAY AND IS BETTER THEN EVERY SINGLE HAWTHORNE COMBINED AND REMAINED TO BE KIND AND CARING.

LIBBY AND NASH ARE MARRIED AND HAVING TWINS AND YALL ARE STILL ON YOUR ALISANASH BULLSHIT. GRAYSONS LITERAL IDEA OF LOVE IS WHAT NASH AND LIBBY HAVE.

Thank you that’s all I had to say. 

note: i could do recs if anyone wants any? also these may be a bit too long but i love them so much

First of all, an important premise: this is NOT a post to generate hate. I really want this to be a friendly discussion. This isn’t about hating anyone. Also, I hope people will actually read everything I wrote and not just some parts, rushing into the comments with counterarguments I’ve already addressed here. I’d rather this be a way to share perspectives. Another point to keep in mind—because I know people will immediately start with long speeches in the comments: yes, I am aware of Libby’s situation, I perfectly understand where her mindset comes from, and I think her character is a perfect representation of how many people react after abuse and toxic relationships.

That said, I’m honestly tired of seeing Libby being mistakenly considered a responsible adult figure. Most of the posts I see, or the people who talk about this character, describe her as the “responsible sister who takes care of Avery.” She is not.

the point of the post is criticizing the perception the fandom has about Libby responsability towards Avery.

Acknowledging all the issues she has, Libby has never truly taken care of Avery—at least not in a responsible way. She was certainly generous for welcoming her into her home, it's an amazing thing and that’s almost her only role in the plot. But she has never managed to be the adult figure who could actually take care of her.

I’ll repeat this, because I know many will comment otherwise: I am aware that Libby was abused by her mother and witnessed the toxic relationship between her parents, repeating similar patterns in her own relationships and showing a tendency to justify anyone, even those who harm her.

This is behavior we can UNDERSTAND, that helps us see why she does certain things and where her mindset comes from—but this behavior CANNOT be used as a JUSTIFICATION for her lack of responsibility toward a minor she had custody of. Or, even worse, for her attitude to be completely ignored. Trauma helps explain a character’s choices, but trauma or abuse can’t be used to excuse them. All emotions are valid, but not all behaviors are.

As long as it only concerned her, I’d get it. But here, it’s not about Libby—it’s about Avery. And let’s remember: at the beginning of the series, Libby is 24, not 16. This post is not about blaming her for everything , her character is realistic for that, but to talk about the fact that she is considered a responsible parent figure for her, when she is not.

She had Avery live with her toxic, violent boyfriend. It may seem small, but she exposed a minor she was supposed to protect to an unstable man whose reactions she couldn’t predict.

When Avery asked her to choose between him and her, Libby let Avery sleep in her car.

Once Avery inherited everything, Drake, Ricky, and Libby’s mother all tried to get close to the inheritance by any means; Avery cut some people off, while Libby didn’t. As Alisa and Avery argue, Libby would let anyone get close to the inheritance—which they absolutely couldn’t afford. When she was asked to stay in the house because of that(partly for this reason and partly because her black eye was bad press), Libby didn’t take it well.

Drake tried to use Libby to get closer to Avery and the inheritance. He texted her, even came to the gates. Alisa filed a restraining order against Drake to keep him away, but he violated it and tried to kill Avery. When Avery asked Libby why she hadn’t reported the violation, Libby attacked, “I never asked for a restraining order!” Then, when Avery asked why she hadn’t changed her number (as Avery had), Libby said she didn’t want to because she still had her contacts there—overall their dad’s number. Avery (the 17-year-old minor who should have been told this by her guardian) had to warn her that Ricky was dangerous and only after money. But Libby denied it, saying Ricky was just “worried about them.”

Even when Ricky tried to get custody of Avery to get the money, Libby kept justifying him, telling Avery to understand. Obviously, this didn’t just irritate Avery, it alarmed her.

Alisa, seeing this, decided to remove Libby’s custody and declare Avery an emancipated minor. Avery herself agreed. The 17-year-old girl agreed—because she rightly felt she wasn’t feeling protected.

Libby reacted immaturely about the custody thing: yelling at Nash, being mad at Alisa, and especially blaming Avery. She accused Avery of thinking she was stupid, incapable, Libby accused Avery of believing she was smarter just because she was going to college while Libby hadn’t. She told her that now she could do whatever she wanted since “neither I nor Dad can tell you what to do” (as if Ricky was a real option). The adult figure here (again, a 24-year-old woman) lashed out at a teenager for her own lack of responsibility—making Avery feel guilty for prioritizing her own safety.

This is wrong, but nobody talks about it. Libby didn’t protect Avery until her own position felt threatened.

Later, Libby decided to dye her hair brown (from blue) to look more serious in front of Ricky and Skye. But that was more just an aesthetic change. When Avery and Max begged Oren and Alisa to let them go to Colorado, BOTH said no. It was objectively dangerous: Avery had already received death threats, the risks were real, and staying longer could cost her the inheritance. Going to Colorado was unsafe in every sense.

But Libby used this as a chance to assert her guardianship over Avery and to fulfill her sister’s wishes. She told Alisa that she and her “stupid team of lawyers” would send Avery if Avery wanted it. Alisa, legally cornered, had to give in. But again—sending Avery there was NOT a responsible choice. Both Oren and Alisa had said no because of real, concrete threats. Libby’s choice was more about proving she still had power over Avery’s life—and taking revenge against Alisa (considering that also Oren said no, but Libby was only against Alisa, holding grudge because she took away the custody) —than about Avery’s safety.

A responsible adult doesn’t just indulge you—they protect you, even if it means saying no. No parent would have sent their child there.

Trusting Ricky wasn’t responsible.

Letting others approach Avery and her inheritance wasn’t responsible.

And in general, it’s Avery—not Libby—who acts protectively. Avery constantly warns and shields Libby.

Even in the new world Avery was thrown into, she tried to adapt with rational decisions. Meanwhile, Libby’s behaviour towards Avery sometimes showed she made things about herself rather than about her sister. And it's not about the fact that she wasn't mentally stable for taking care of her, it's also about how not accepting it, getting mad when people including Avery act on it.

This doesn’t mean Libby and Avery don’t love each other deeply—they absolutely do. But I don’t think it’s fair to call Libby the responsible sister who takes care of Avery. There’s a huge difference between “care” and “take care.” Libby cares for Avery deeply, but she doesn’t take care of her.

Care = about feelings, affection, concern. Take care = about concrete actions to protect/help/manage. “I care for you” = I want your well-being. “I take care of you” = I actively look after you, protect you, or handle your needs.

Libby should have taken care of Avery, but she just cared.

And no, she’s not Avery’s emotional anchor. That role belongs to Max, not Libby. Max is the one Avery confides in, vents to, and receives advice from. Every time Avery needs emotional support, it’s Max she thinks of. Libby spends time with her and loves her, but she’s not her emotional anchor. Avery herself repeatedly says—and shows—that without Max, she has nobody to talk to. In the first book, she constantly calls Max, and when Max doesn’t answer, Avery feels lost and says she has nobody to talk with. This continues in the second book until Alisa sends Max a new phone to reconnect them. Alisa admits it wasn’t her best move but that she knew Avery needed emotional support. If Libby had been that anchor, Avery wouldn’t have needed Max in that way.

And I find it really forced when people say Libby takes care of Avery the way Nash takes care of his brothers. No—they’re not even close. Avery takes care of Libby the way Nash takes care of the others. Libby can be sweet, generous, naive, genuinely good, even caring—but not adult, mature, and responsible.

I think most people want to see Libby that way because maybe they’re older sisters who want to feel represented—but that’s not really accurate. You don’t need to see only what you want to see.

Moving on, another point I want to bring up: the way people expect everyone to be Nash and Libby shippers. I saw so many people attacking others for saying they don't ship them. Guys, ships—as with love for characters—are subjective opinions. We’re all different people with different tastes, and that’s okay.

Some people like them because they’re cute, simple, comforting. That's totally fine. Others don’t, because I prefer complex, deeper relationships. Which is fine too. Personally, I don’t like instant love; I prefer relationships that bring mutual growth. Nash and Libby give each other peace but stop each other from developing.

Nash has a “savior complex,” unresolved past issues, and is stuck in his role as the older brother who takes care of everyone. Libby fuels this by giving him what he wants (someone to save) but not what he needs (growth). She gives him peace, not depth.

I also think calling them “soulmates” just because they’re endgame is overused. Soulmates are two people who fit and complete each other, helping each other grow (Jameson and Avery are a perfect example). Nash and Libby are more like two people who give each other what they want (someone to save, someone to be saved), not two people who elevate each other. Nash fell for Libby immediately because she needed help, and some people find that romantic—I personally find it shallow. Plus, I personally don’t love that they got together, married, and had kids all within a year and a half.

That said, everyone likes different things—and that’s valid. Some love them, others don’t, and no one should be attacked for their opinion.

Now, about Alisa: I’m tired of seeing all the hate toward her for being “mean” to Libby in, what? Three or four scenes across the whole saga? People need to see the difference between being rude and being mean. Mean = genuinely wanting harm for someone. Rude = being blunt or unfriendly because you don’t have a soft spot for them.

Alisa doesn’t have a soft spot for Libby , because of Nash of course but also considering Libby gave her plenty of issues to deal with, as I’ve mentioned. Libby herself says Alisa sees her as a responsibility. And I think the amount of hate Alisa gets for comments that aren’t even THAT harsh is overblown.

These are the comments I saw people complaining about:

-She once made one comment about a gothic t-shirt Libby suggested for Avery, as if Alisa could let Avery wear it. People says she  constantly mocked Libby’s style, but she DOESN'T. In fact, she told Avery, “As you rightly said, Libby can wear whatever she wants.” She did adjust Avery and Libby’s style because they are public figures—but that was her job as a PR, not out of spite. And even like that she kept Libby gothic style, she just made it look more country Club.

-The “Nash leaves everything he loves” line was about Nash, not Libby. Libby took it personally, but it wasn’t referred to her. Nash himself later admitted Alisa wasn't wrong since how he treated her.

-When Alisa found out Libby and Nash went to Carthage to find Toby, her “They sent Libby!?” reaction was valid. Everyone knew about Toby except the person whose actual job was to fix their problems. Libby had already shown poor judgment in the past, so of course Alisa felt blindsided.

-When she told Libby “don’t get noticed,” she literally meant “don’t draw attention to yourself.” Alisa is firm with everyone. She doesn’t coddle anyone. She works 24/7 to keep everything under control, and like it or not, Libby does cause problems.

I also just saw people saying Alisa looked up at Libby for not going to college, but when? There is no scene for that.

And people praising Libby for asking “What can we do to save her?” when Alisa was kidnapped (and might’ve been killed) really made me laugh. Of course she asked that—if she hadn’t, it would’ve been absurd. Everybody were worried, Nash was in full panic, she was in a real danger, Avery said she was willing raze the place to the ground to bring Alisa home. Also when Drake hit Libby, Alisa was the first one to worry, furious, and filed the restraining order. But somehow, no one praises that—because, well, “who wouldn’t be upset if someone got beaten?”

These comments Alisa makes are blunt but they’re not mean. Hating her whole character for just a few lines is childish. She is not just Nash ex and not the random girl that leaves some comments to the sweet Libby, she is so much more than that, she keeps this empire up. And I don't really like how people point so easily the finger to her for every little thing she does. And I hate how they have a thought of Libby that doesn't really match the reality sometimes. I think that most of the fandom tends to empathize a lot with some characters and not at all with others, when every single character in this book is not black or white, has different shades and seeing only the good or only the worse in some of them it's not that right. No one is a Saint, no one is always right. Every character has their flaws. This isn’t to insult Libby’s character—it’s just to debunk certain myths, share my perspective, and maybe get people to think about certain circumstances. I hope no one got offended.

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synopsis: being pregnant with twins has taken a toll on libby’s body. she expected herself to be okay with this, knowing that pregnancy naturally had this effect, but in the depths of her mind, she isn’t. nash is with her every step of the way, convincing herself that every part of her is beautiful—especially the part that’s carrying his children.

warnings: light angst, fluff, minor suggestive comments, insecurities

tag list: @reminiscentreader @beautifulmusicengineer @grc-tig @lyrrrr @runnningoutofink @haniya1234 @cocomowgy @anintellectualintellectual @thechildofshadows @diamondrattherevenge @sturntaped @atropinenightshade @deepestwitchtraveler @queenslovetoread @angelnextdooor @sweet-girl-in-cabin-13

authors note: I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR A WORD FROM YOU @runnningoutofink !!! this is as short as my fics can possibly be. Otherwise i short circuit 😙

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LIBBY:

Libby was okay with this. She was okay with all the changes that pregnancy gave her.

It was the miracle of life, after all. And the miracle of life came with these things: bodily changes, mood swings, feelings of nausea.

And, as the article that Libby was reading went on, something caught her eye. Feelings of insecurity.

Libby had been only 5 weeks pregnant then; she was still starry eyed from just the realization that she was pregnant.

She was going to be a mom.

And Nash? He was going to be the best father there was.

But now that Libby was in her second trimester, she felt it: the pit in her stomach every time she noticed the tiredness under her eyes, the way every part of her—not just her belly—seemed to grow in mass, the stretch marks that were starting to appear more rapidly on her body.

And of course, the bulge on her belly that seemed truck sized every time she turned to her side.

Libby told herself that there was nothing wrong with any of this—that insecurities caused by pregnancy were just a result of the medias harsh opinions of women, and that resenting your body for changing in this way was just plain stupid. I mean, she was pregnant! This was supposed to be incredible.

But Libby would be lying to herself if she said it completely was.

She had pushed it down eventually—looking away from mirrors rapidly and wearing oversized clothing to hide her new, soft curves.

Everything was fine. Everything was going to be fine.

Until it wasn’t.

“Hey, darl’, Avery’s invited us to some charity event she’s hosting to celebrate the second Grandest Game starting soon.” Nash said. “Think it’d be fun to go?”

Authors Note: before war started (ahem GLORIOUS RIVALS ahem) 😪😪

Libby thought about it, picturing a lively room, champagne glasses, and a beautiful dress, reserved for her.

And then she pictured herself in that beautiful dress, and her eyes darted away from Nash’s.

“Um, I don’t know.” she answered weakly. She picked at her nails, expecting Nash to finish the sentence for her, before being met with silence. She looked towards him, sat beside her on the couch, his attention all on her as he no longer flipped through movies. His eyebrow was raised, as if gesturing Libby to go on in a gentle manner. Libby straightened.

“Well, it just seems like a boring event, you know?” Libby managed, her excuse sounding flimsy to her own ears. Nash’s stare intensified, but his eyes were still soft.

“Liar.” he drawled, his voice gentle. Libby glared at him.

“I’m not lying! Seriously, put me in a room with one of those lie detecting machines and the guy behind it will be yelling “true”s all night.” Libby said defensively. Nash just gave a half-shrug.

“Y’know, I believe Xander has one of those,” Nash started, reaching for his phone. “I could always ask him to swing by—“

“No!” Libby blurted, reaching for his hand and yanking it away from his phone that was sitting on the coffee table. She mentally cursed herself, but Nash just took his other hand and wrapped it around one of Libby’s, the one that was clutching his.

“Baby,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m not putting you under a lie detector test. I trust you with my whole life. I just think that there’s something botherin’ you, and I wanna know why that is.”

Libby felt tears start to well up in her eyes, but she blinked them away rapidly, turning her head away from Nash’s gaze.

“Nothing.” she lied. Nash gently took his hand under her chin, turning her head to look at her.

“Are you sure?” he pried softly.

“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t worry about it Nash.” Libby said, growing more and more defensive.

“Libby—“

“I said don’t worry!” Libby erupted, rising from the couch to her feet. She immediately felt guilty, eyes widening with regret.

“I didn’t mean that,” she said, looking down. Then her eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t know what that was. I don’t know if that was me or just my dumb mood swings.” Then her eyes reopened as Libby turned away from Nash, and Libby knew that she had just entered her ranting mode, something that tended to happen oftener and oftener now that she was pregnant. “Actually, I don’t know if anything is me anymore! I don’t know if I actually don’t like cottage cheese, or if I just tried it when I was pregnant and set myself up for failure. I don’t know if I was always this sensitive. And I especially don’t know if these thoughts in my head or mine, or just another result of pregnancy! Why is everything in my life just another result of pregnancy?”

There was a long pause after that, and Libby felt the tears that she had been holding back for what seemed like weeks now finally start to fall. A sob racked her chest, and Libby wrapped her arms around herself, trying to curl into a ball the best she could while standing. In the quickest moment, Nash had his arms around her, pulling her into his chest while Libby just couldn’t help but cry more. Then he spoke.

“These thoughts?” Nash finally asked, his voice soft and gentle in a way that just made Libby want to cry more. “Libby, darling, what thoughts?”

Another sob escaped from Libby’s lips. She gently took the arms wrapped around Libby off of her, moving her face out of Nash’s chest to look at him. He had so much concern and worry etched into his face, even in the subtlest of ways, that Libby had to stop herself from crying again. She quickly wiped the tears from her face, before looking Nash dead in the eye.

“Nash,” she started quietly, and although her voice was soft, she knew she had his full attention. “I want to ask you something and I want you to answer honestly.”

“Always.” Nash answered, taking one of her hands in his and interlocking their fingers. Libby swallowed.

“Do you still… do you still think I’m pretty now that I’m pregnant?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

Nash looked at her. Blinked.

“Do I still think you’re pretty?” Nash repeated.

Libby nodded.

He took a step back then, his finger stroking his chin as if in thought, while his eyes narrowed at her like an artist inspecting its masterpiece. Libby blew out a laugh then, clasping a hand over her mouth.

“Well, let’s see.” He started, removing the hand over her mouth. “Perfect lips. Eyes even I get poetic about, brown and dark and so full of emotion that sometimes, when I look into them, I feel as if I’m experiencing more of what you’re feeling than I am. Hair the sweetest teal colour while the ends border on black, a perfect body with beautiful curves, and,” Nash sank to his knees as he trailed off, pecking kisses on Libby’s bulge. “I couldn’t forget about your perfect stomach that’s carrying our perfect babies.”

Libby giggled. “Nash, stop!” she protested, weakly attempting to pry Nash’s face away from her stomach. He slowly rose, trailing kisses up her stomach to her chest, her collarbone, her neck, and finally, her lips. Libby kissed him back, before separating, feeling like she had more to say.

“Nash…” she started, the words disappearing on her tongue. Libby swallowed, found the courage to speak again, and continued. “I know my body is changing a lot. And I know you claimed it’s “perfect”, but… I know I’m not desirable right now. You don’t have to lie.”

Nash stepped forward, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were stormy, and Libby realized then that Nash was genuinely upset that she was viewing herself in this way.

“Darlin’, who says you aren’t desirable?” he said, his voice teetering on a dark edge. Libby shook her head.

“No one in particular! But…” Libby said, swallowing. “All I see nowadays are skinny models, and influencers, and all I can remember is how I used to look. Obviously there’s nothing wrong with the way I look now. But it just doesn’t feel like me. And I don’t know… I always see people acting like gaining weight is terrible. But the biggest part of pregnancy is weight gain. So now it just feels like I’m this metaphorical squirrel, chasing this metaphorical acorn of alleged “perfection”. But now matter how fast I run, trying to chase the metaphorical beauty standard acorn, it always rolls faster away, just out of reach. It’s been out of reach for me as a goth my whole life. And now that I put on weight, it’s even farther. And do you know what the worst part of this is?” Libby threw her hands up. “I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore!”

Nash smoothed a hand down her hair as he pulled her down onto the couch with him. “Let’s try to work through the facts. You’re a fellow metaphorical squirrel, trying to survive in a world full of other metaphorical squirrels who are chasing only one thing; the metaphorical acorn of physical perfection?” he tried. Libby nodded.

“Okay. And you see this acorn in your vision, so naturally, as a squirrel, you chase it. But you’re a different kind of squirrel. You don’t really fit in with the normal crowd, because you’re a thigh-high boots lovin’, choker wearin’, goth. But the desire to chase it is still there. And now that your body is changing a little more because you’re cookin’ up something real good in that oven of yours, you feel the need to chase the acorn for even a slight feeling of normalcy. Right?” Nash finished.

Libby gaped. He was, in fact, right. Damn Nash Hawthorne and his ability to make even the dumbest things coherent.

“Yes! Exactly!” Libby exclaimed, pointing. Then she dropped her hands, sighing. “But I don’t know. I mean, my arms and legs have gotten bigger, my stomach is just huge, and—“ Libby cut herself off, cheeks tinging red. “And my boobs are just so much bigger than they were!”

Nash couldn’t help but let out a rumbling laugh. “Oh, I’ve noticed. Didn’t know we started listing my greatest desires back there, but yeah, darl’, those are on the list.”

Libby let out a screaming-squealing noise, hitting Nash multiple times on the arm while he ducked his head, laughing louder.

“Look, look,” he said, a smile still on his face. “I adore you. Not just for your body, but for so many reasons that I couldn’t even begin to form them into words. But believe me, your body is just as gorgeous as it was before.”

Libby’s face turned scarlet, but even as the comment was suggestive, it was comforting too. And she knew that Nash knew that as well.

“Thanks, Nash.” Libby whispered. Nash pulled her into his lap, kissing the top of her head.

“Of course, darlin’.”

And it was like a switch had been flipped in Nash. Libby had always known that he found her attractive, and Nash was always all for compliments, but now it seemed that she was giving him the green light to make his comments rain.

First, it was whenever they were baking.

Libby put the first batch of cupcakes into the oven, tapping the buttons.

“Nice mixing, cowboy.” Libby praised as she walked by Nash to the sink.

“Nice legs, Chef.” Nash replied.

Libby stayed turned so he wouldn’t see her pink cheeks.

Then, it was whenever Libby was helping Nash out with around the house chores.

Libby handed Nash a new sponge, the old one practically being on its death bed.

“Here,” she chirped, handing it to him. His eyes moved down her body with grace, landing back on her face with a smirk.

“Thanks, gorgeous.” he drawled. Libby rolled her eyes, turning away so he wouldn’t see the embarrassed look on her face. Taking the package of sponges, Libby bent down to put them away, and immediately knew his eyes were back on her.

“Where are your eyes right now, Nash?” Libby demanded. Nash chuckled.

“Not on the dishes.”

“Nash.”

And lastly, it was when Max and Avery came over after their shopping spree to “grace Libby with their gifts” (Max’s words, not hers). And grace her they did. They brought her baby clothes, books that Max insisted she read, and, of course, clothes.

However, there was one in the large pile that they had bought for her that really stood out.

The chest area seemed to be almost like a corset, tight, but at the same time having a soft fabric on the inside. And the rest? It was all dark purple lace, with long, bell like sleeves and an open area for her belly bulge, and Libby had no doubt that the girls picked it because of all the complaints Libby made about shirts feeling too restricting on her stomach.

“You like it, huh?” Max asked, eyes twinkling. “Avery picked it.”

Libby looked up at Avery, who gave her a simple half shrug. “As soon as I saw it, I just knew it’d be perfect for you, Libs.”

Libby looked at it. Really looked at it. And then she couldn’t help a smile from making its way onto her face.

“Yeah. It’s perfect.” Libby said, her voice soft. Then her eyes met the girls’, and there was a twinkle in them. “I’m gonna go try it on!”

The room erupted with cheers as Libby grabbed the shirt, hurrying to her room to go change.

As soon as Libby put the shirt on, tied up the back, and looked in the mirror, she just knew that this shirt was meant for her. It was perfect.

For once, she felt perfect. And maybe that was all because of Nash. Even now, she could practically hear all the comments he’d make if he were here to see this shirt right now.

Giggling, Libby gave herself one last spin in front of the mirror, before exiting the room and making her way to the girls. Avery’s mouth made an o shape when she saw Libby, and Max squealed.

“Omigod, you look amazing, Libby!” Max screeched, clapping her hands together. Avery laughed.

“Yeah, you really do.” Avery agreed, smiling. Libby was just about to say something, when the front door opened. Libby smiled. Nash was back from work.

Nash was going to go wild at the sight of her.

“Hey Libs, I’m back—“ Nash said, abruptly stopping when he walked past the living room and saw Libby in that top. Libby giggled, walking up to him.

“You like it? Avery and Max got it for me.” Libby said, a smirk on her face as she strolled up to him. Nash just stared a moment longer, his eyes taking in the fit of the shirt, before they met Libby’s. He smiled a big, wolfish smile, and Libby just knew where this was going. He pulled her in by the waist, swept her low, which was impressive considering he was using one arm and Libby was pregnant with twins, and kissed her. It was desperate, breathtaking—but at the same time, slow, like he was revelling in her.

Max and Avery exploded, Avery doubtlessly being the voice who told them to get a room, whereas Max was cheering them on. Finally, once they separated, Nash pulled her back up, his grin never failing to make her heart catch.

“We’re going out for dinner tonight, and you’re wearing that shirt. You look stunning, darlin’.” Nash said, pressing another kiss to her neck. Libby giggled, ducking her head.

“Alright, we should be leaving. You guys are making me sick.” Avery declared, getting up and faking a disgusted face. Avery gave Libby a hug, the sisters sharing goodbyes, before she went to grab her coat. Max, however, lingered a second, before running to the couple.

“Ignore her. You guys are faxing cute. Couple goals.” Max stage-whispered, grinning as she hugged Libby. She stayed a second longer, her face looking oddly… shy. Was Max physically capable of being shy? “And your children are going to be seriously lucky.” Without another word, she sprinted off towards Avery. Nash was momentarily surprised.

“A genuine compliment from Max? Without her creative swear words and pop culture jokes I’ll never understand?” Nash considered, before chuckling. “The world has changed.” Libby smiled.

“I don’t know. But… she seems right.” Libby said. Nash stared at her. Libby had just admitted to her children being lucky to have her as a mother, and Nash as a father. She had no doubt about the second half of that statement, but the first half had been something she always struggled with. But now? With Nash by her side, helping her grow her confidence and kindness in how she saw herself? Libby believed it.

Then, a smile grew on his lips, and Libby saw that Nash was looking at her with awe. She’d do just about anything to keep him looking at her in that way.

“I love you, Libby. You’re my everything. And you’ll be their everything too, I guarantee that.” Nash said, pressing a kiss to Libby’s lips, before bowing and pressing a kiss to her stomach. His lips lingered there, before he straightened again and met Libby’s eyes. Libby smiled, happy tears shining her eyes.

“I love you too, Nash.” Libby said, reaching out to hold his hands. He immediately interlocked their fingers, pressing a kiss to her knuckle. Libby’s smile widened. “And you know what?” Libby laughed then, viewing the insecurities as a barrier.

A barrier she had finally broken.

“I guarantee it, too.”

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@beautifulmusicengineer i dedicated this whole squirrel rant to you as i am indeed squirrel girl 🐿️🐿️🐿️

Alsooo ik ive changed the font size from small to regular, but ive recently discovered that changing it is a colossal waste of time, so yeah LOL 😝😝😝

Also also ALSO i hope i tackled this whole body changing subject carefully? Even though i made some suggestive jokes, i just want my audience to understand that i do understand the toll that a womans body changing through pregnancy can take on them!! Gaining weight is a perfectly normal thing, even more so when pregnant, but society and beauty standards are harsh on how a womens body “should look”. Libby is a regular person just like us all, and she too gets affected by these unfair expectations. So please do not at all think that i am mocking the struggles that pregnant women may experience with their bodies, or that i am trying to degrade women who gain weight during pregnancy, OR give the idea whatsoever that gaining weight is something to be ashamed about!! Your bodies are constantly changing through life, from birth to death, and living life in resentment of your bodily changes is a path we as people should never be forced to go down.

Note: These were super fun to make

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she continued the blueberry muffin tradition with Jameson but instead with caramel cupcakes (from my avery and libby headcanons)

Libby helped Jameson do red ghost roots

Libby gave Jameson the most terrifying talk ever when she found out him and avery were dating (he literally wouldn’t touch her in fear of Libby watching)

Libby once recommended Jameson alternative clothing stores and his life was changed forever

They bonded over deftones

Jameson and Libby are the funnest people at the bar

She once helped him through a panic attack about school and that’s what solidified their relationship

He made sure to let her into every Hawthorne activity and made sure she understood it because he knows how it feels to be on the outside of it all

Once when libby had an argument with Nash she came to jameson and just asked him to drive her anywhere but really fast (he eventually asked what was wrong and quickly learned that libby is the more emotional sister)

he secretly sends her loads of candid photos of Avery whilst they’re away to make sure Libby knows that Avery’s is ok

Jameson will always say “eeewwww mom and dad are kissing” whenever he sees Nash and Libby being intimate

He’s drunk called Libby’s mom and told her what a bitch she is many times (and every time she blocks his number he just finds a way to torture that awful women)

He’s adopted many of libby’s phrases and Avery freaks whenever she recognises them

She once found him on the rooftop when Avery couldn’t find him and they had a long deep talk plus they heavily bonded over feeling ordinary in a room full of extraordinary people so they promised to look for each other when ever they feel like that

She did heavy alt makeup on him once (it has it’s own folder on Avery’s phone)

Nash pouts whenever Libby says she’s going to hang out with Jameson (Jameson just sticks his tongue out at him, blood is drawn)

He is the favourite uncle (only because he does literally anything they want and encourage crimes, Libby sometimes tells him off for it)

Jameson buys her cool badges from every place he visits

Libby pierced his eyebrow (it looked sick as fuck but he rarely wears it) creds to @iheartkars for helping me with this<3<3

They went crazy on the dance floor at her wedding

She cheered so loudly for him at his graduation and gave him a special gift (it was a signed deftones album for him to listen to whilst away)

When Jameson casually strolled into Libby’s room to go over details for one of Avery’s birthdays he was traumatised by finding Nash with her (naked and afraid)

midnight snack runs are their specialty and they are connoisseurs of the most tooth rotting combinations

He loved trying all of her pregnancy cravings and he’s now a fan of pickles in ice cream

he’s forever sad he couldn’t go on her bachelorette trip and he holds this against her all the time

when the twins were born he made it his mission to make sure they had great music taste like their mom

At Jameson and Avery’s wedding she leaned over to him in a quiet moment and said “thank you for taking care of her, you’ve made her more herself than she ever thought she could be”(she also cried a lot, him even more)

she leaves him specific notes to not steal baked goods

If Jameson ever even dares to mention anything slightly freaky to do with Avery she will chase him around with a wooden spoon