#lorelaigray

Good morning, g/t community :3

(Initially drew the sun rising in the west, but I flipped the image, all good now 👍)

“Are those military planes? They look like flies compared to her…”

“Why doesn’t she just swat them?”

“Didn’t you hear…? She’s on their side now.”

We have nose nuzzles, now say hello to nose boops

(Lemme crash this beautiful day with some scrumptious PARENTAL G/T ANGST! I've been meaning to write this so here we are. Writing Wednesday waits for no one? Nuh uh... I don't wait for Writing Wednesday.)

Welp… none of us were anticipating Jackson’s first growth spurt- except for Lorelai, of course. But that didn’t make it less terrifying.

Lorelai was rocking the child in the palm of her hand, gently whispering to him. “It’s okay, baby…” She said breathlessly. “You- you’re gonna be okay…”

She was mostly talking to herself.

MY BABY…  Lorelai thought, her mind racing, MY BABY’S GONNA DIEEE… 

Jackson trembled, fragile whimpers slipping from his lips. His arm was longer and wider than the other, completely out of proportion. It stung like an angry blaze underneath his skin, and worse… the arm was still growing.

He was just playing with rocks. Banging and clashing tiny pebbles like it was a wrestling match. Lorelai had been hovering overhead, guessing which one would win. But the moment that he got too excited, his body began to change.

The game ended before either rock could claim victory.

This never happened before… Lorelai thought to herself, trying to take deep breaths. I- I didn’t want this to happen.

She wiped a tiny tear off his cheek.

I don’t want him to be like me.

Lorelai stood 100ft tall, yet this small, human-sized boy brought her to her knees. She lowered herself to the grass, swaying his body with the flow of the wind. Lorelai’s mind spiraled back to the time she spent trapped inside the Goliath Program facility. The exact same man who made her a giant called her a monster, and the nation echoed his words.

That name- monster- had been ingrained in her head.

And Jackson’s small growth spurt seemed like a sign he was following in her massive footsteps. That he would become just like Lorelai.

“Calm down, baby…” Lorelai said softly, hoping he’d listen. Jackson glanced at her massive face, but his eyes drifted back to his arm. “AHHH!!!” He let out another yelp, bursting into tears. “Mama goes through this too, okay?” She blurted out.

Jackson screamed through the pain, yet his eyes found her again.

“When Mama’s emotions get out of control, she grows. But if she calms down, the growing stops.” Lorelai hesitated before saying another word. I- I can’t even shrink back down… but what about him?

“Can you breathe in deeply… for Mama?”

Jackson croaked, his throat aching from shouts.

He wanted to make his mother proud, but she seemed worried. So he took a big, deep breath- which made him look like a pufferfish. “There ya go.” Lorelai nodded, showing her approval.

The longer Jackson held his breath, the slower his arm seemed to grow. Lorelai noticed this, and a wave of relief washed over her. “Okay, let it all out.” She told him, and Jackson blew out the air dramatically. A tired expression drooped over his face as his arm retracted.

The air drifted from Lorelai’s lungs.

It's working…

“Alright, let’s do another deep breath.” 

A few breaths later, Jackson’s arm had shrunken back to normal. He didn’t even notice until she told him. “Well, would you look at that?” She pointed to his arm. Jackson followed her finger, and his eyes grew wide. “It’s small again!” He gasped, holding it with his hand.

“Are you alright?” Lorelai asked, regardless of his arm’s current size. “Does it hurt?”

Jackson thought to himself for a moment. “A bit…” He muttered before saying something else. “Does this mean I can get big like you now?” His eyes glittered.

Now it was Lorelai’s turn to go silent.

“M-Mama?”

She quietly raised Jackson up to her face, planting a gentle kiss on his head. She held him to her lips a little longer than usual.

“You grow up too fast, Jackson.” She shuddered. “Just stay my little boy forever, would you?”

“NO- NO NO NO, ANYTHING BUT HIM”- Lorelai, probably

All of y’all who wanted scary Lorelai, THIS IS WHAT YOU GET >:< Face off between Giant Mom and her Tiny Child WILL HAPPEN

Hmpf!!! … goes to cry in a corner

ROAR

(They just vibin)

Son of Lorelai, Chapter Twenty-Eight

Heads up: Check out the masterpost for trigger warnings.

A rebel flag waved proudly atop the White House.

The rebels had been waiting for days. The streets were still riddled with flames, smoke filling the air. Most of the rebels had headed back outside, taking up positions to fight the military. Others stayed inside, making sure the President and his soldiers didn’t escape.

Jackson was sitting by himself- he hadn’t left the roof since President Redding surrendered. But he had a frequent visitor.

(Parental g/t FLUFF! Fluffy, fluffy fluff- and FLUFFY CUPCAKES! This is another AU, i keep doin these cause there's so many cool scenarios to explore. In this one, Lorelai is human sized and Jackson is a tiny toddler. Happy g/t july guys :3)

Jackson waddled over to the bowl, placing two tiny hands on it. The bowl seemed gigantic to him, plus it was covered in flour. Jackson could feel a sneeze on the verge- “ACHOO!” His nose burned for a swift moment, and he shook his hair chaotically. Seconds later, the wonder returned to his eyes, and he continued to touch and gaze at the bowl.

“Bless you, baby…” Lorelai chuckled from above, amused by her curious little sous chef. “Don’t you wanna see what’s inside the bowl?” She asked softly, and Jackson’s tiny jaw dropped. He hadn’t even thought of that. “YEAH!” Jackson shouted, and Lorelai offered her palm to him. Jackson scrambled on, miniscule specks of flour falling off his hands.

Lorelai was equally dirty. Flour was in her hair, tiny bits of sugar were stuck in between her fingers, and somehow her cheek had a huge smudge of batter. Jackson noticed it, and let out a laugh. “What?” She asked playfully. “This old thing?”

“It looks like a smiley face!” He giggled. “Eh, it's a good luck charm.” She smirked. After a good bit of nonstop laughing, Jackson remembered why his mom had lifted him up in the first place. And apparently, it wasn’t to get a close look at something hilarious. 

Jackson turned around and stared into the bowl. It was filled with smooth, cream-colored batter. The light from the ceiling reflected on it, and Jackson could see his reflection. 

This toddler had a love for playing with his reflection.

He crawled closer to his mother’s fingers, which acted as gigantic rails. Reaching out a small, dusty hand, Jackson leaned closer to the bowl. His reflection moved with Jackson, as if it were copying him. He grinned, reaching closer, and closer, and closer-

“Hold on-” Lorelai gently tilted her hand, and Jackson slid backwards. “Aww…” He moaned as her fingers curled over him. “Don’t want you falling in there.” Her voice was a steady, but firm warning. However, there weren’t any promises that Jackson wouldn’t try getting in there later.

“Can we add sprinkles?” He asked, and Lorelai’s fingers slightly relaxed. “Sure.” She reached for the sprinkles jar with her other hand. “These cupcakes could use some color.” Lorelai adjusted her grip, using two fingers to steadily lower it to Jackson’s hands. Although he jolted up and grabbed the jar, Lorelai held onto it, safely doing the heavy lifting for him.

Jackson energetically shook the jar, and sprinkles began flinging into the bowl. A huge smile stretched across his face as he cheered “MORE, MORE, MORE!” Lorelai watched patiently, chuckling as the rainbow-colored jimmies rained into the bowl.

When Jackson finished, she set down the jar and lowered Jackson back onto the counter. Then she brought out a cupcake pan, a scoop, and some liners. As Lorelai placed the liners into the pan, Jackson searched around for any stray sprinkles.

He was lucky enough to find a long, red candy rod just inches away from the bowl.

Lorelai began scooping batter into the cupcake liners, and noticed Jackson nibbling the tip of his tiny sprinkle. “Hey, don’t ruin your appetite.” She said softly, and he nodded, taking a few more bites before setting down the jimmie.

After Lorelai loaded the cupcakes into the oven, she walked back over to Jackson. “Do we have to wait?” He looked up at her. “Yeah… the oven needs time to work its magic.” Jackson sat cross-legged on the counter, trying to be as patient as he could. He tried counting down from five.

Five.

Four. 

Three.

Two.

One.

“Aaare they done now?” He grinned, and Lorelai shook her head, a slight chuckle escaping her lips. “Gotta wait longer than that, baby.” Jackson grumbled, and counted to ten this time. Before he could reach number two, Lorelai asked if he’d like to play while the cupcakes cooked. Jackson immediately said yes, and they began crafting a fortress of wooden blocks.

When the cupcakes finished, Jackson was exhausted. He was snoozing on a blue rectangle block, completely tired out from being a tiny architect. “Huh… at least he isn’t bored.” Lorelai smiled. She used this opportunity to let the cupcakes rest and quietly made some tasty frosting. 

Once the cupcakes were cool enough, she added the frosting and topped the cupcakes with the remaining sprinkles. Then she prepared a soft towel for Jackson to rest on, carefully placing Jackson on it afterward. He stretched out on the towel, drool dripping from his tiny chin.

Jackson made soft babbles and gentle coos, resting like a small kitten. Lorelai watched in adoration, blushing as her little boy snored. Quietly, Lorelai stroked his back with her fingertip.

Her toddler’s tiny hands unconsciously reached up for her.

“Aww…” She whispered, and allowed him to cling onto her fingertip.

As time passed, the sweet aroma got Jackson to wipe the sleepiness out of his eyes. Lorelai finally asked, “Ready to eat?” He nodded slowly, and she helped him over to the sink so they could wash their hands.

Afterward, Lorelai presented him with the prettiest cupcake of the bunch. His eyes widened as he stared at the colossal dessert. “...So BIG!” He shouted, fully awake now. Lorelai chuckled as she took off the wrapper and laid it sideways for him. To her, it just looked like a colorful cupcake. But to her son? It was the AMAZING, ONE OF A KIND, JUMBO CONFETTI CUPCAKE.

He ran straight toward it, tackling the cupcake with his mouth. Jackson chewed into the side of the cupcake, then scampered to the other side to do the same thing. Within seconds, his face was covered with tiny cake crumbs.

Back and forth Jackson ran, until he began scrambling on top of the cupcake. For a moment he lost balance, but Lorelai nudged him up with her fingertip. Once Jackson reached the top, he smooshed his face against the frosting, licking at the smooth swirl.

“That good, huh?” Lorelai smirked, and Jackson nodded, grabbing a glob of frosting and stuffing it in his mouth. “Yummyyy!” His muffled voice was followed by a smile. “Better than a meatstick?” Lorelai asked, and the boy paused.

Jackson glanced up at his mother, his frosting- smothered face making him look very, very serious. Lorelai struggled to hold in her laughter.

“No…” Jackson licked his fingers, still looking at his mother. “But REEEAALLY YUMMY!” And immediately went back to devouring his cupcake. Lorelai chuckled, and began munching on a cupcake of her own. 

“Oh-“ Lorelai’s eyes widened. “These are pretty yummy...” A drop of drool rolled off her chin. Seconds later, Lorelai was gobbling up the cupcake, following her tiny son’s lead.