I was feeling too depressed to go to school yesterday but I found your panicked dad AU somehow and I read it all through the day and honestly, it made me feel a bit better so thank you for that. It’s honestly so amazing and I just love the way you write Nicky and give him the validation and appreciation he deserves. You’re a real gem to this fandom
I am so sorry you had a bad day. Depression is a bitch. I’m glad I managed to make you feel a bit better with my fic, seriously, so here’s the first chapter of the new arc, Teenage Twinyards, hoping it will make you smile a bit. Be tough, I know you will kick ass as soon as you’re a bit better <3
It’s really short but I personally love it because it is inspired from experience.
Previous Arc | Part I
At the ripe age of twenty-seven, Nicky has the knees of an eighty years old man and roughly the same will to deal with bullshit of every kind, especially after spending the whole day fending off Allison’s bad mood so it wouldn’t ruin the business.
The whole week had been a mess, to be honest, starting with Reynolds Sr stopping by on Monday for apparently no reason at all except complaining. Oh, and giving the stinky eye to Nicky’s desk and the pasta-and-pebbles frame on it, filled with a picture of him and the twins at eight, the first time he got to take days off and bring them on a vacation to the beach.
For the past five days Nicky has carried out meetings in Allison’s place when possible, or kicked her ankle, hard, when she had to be present and wouldn’t stop being pissed, so now he’s ready to collapse on the couch, propose delivery pizza — which would be an unanimous yes, the twins are twelve, of course they love pizza — and then fall into a deep slumber.
Which is why it shocks him a bit to enter the apartment and be met with Aaron laying on the couch, a book on his chest and an unexpected sentence on his lips.
“Andrew tried to dye his hair.”