modern parent

Build-A-Daddy

or “the college au where lily is a single mom struggling with finishing school and raising a child, and james discovers he quite likes babysitting” (AO3)

(p.s.: thank you to @gxldentrio for being a lovely beta reader!)


Chapter: ½

She’s just another face in the crowd.

But she stands out.

She’s battling her way through the waves of I’m late-s, I should have gone to bed earlier-s and Why haven’t I started that bloody paper yet-s entangling themselves in people’s legs. They trip, but she bears on.

Her hair is made of flames; they lick their way through the sea of people, turning them to ashes, burning a path for her - James is entranced. Her brow is furrowed with decision, and she doesn’t hesitate to nudge someone out of her way with her shoulder, or to make herself bigger with the size of her backpack which looks like it could make her topple over. She parts the flood with sheer determination in her eyes.

She’s unstoppable.

“Hey!”

He goes unnoticed.

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anonymous asked:

pls oh great Lanni, write an AU Jyn/Cassian based off of Life As We Know It (hopefully with baby Poe). I would appreciate it greatly, as I am suffering from Jyn/Cassian withdrawals. tysm

Okay, I think you were wanting something cute and sweet and this…is not it. I’ve admittedly never seen the movie, “Life as We Know It”, so I had to read the plot on Wikipedia. I didn’t think this was my kind of fic…and then I read a handful of single parent AUs and suddenly got emotional about it. I’ve decided this is going to be a two parter (…maybe three, but no more than that) since I’m impatient. This first part is definitely angsty as it deals with grief and mourning. I don’t kill off characters so I was sad. And Jyn and Cassian are so like the poster children for angst. Don’t worry; there will be some cute and light moments as well! I just had to deal with my own grief apparently while writing this.

Summary: After the unexpected deaths of their mutual best friends, Cassian and Jyn must work together despite their differences to help raise their friends’ two year-old son. Of course, what neither one of them anticipated was how their own relationship would change from a tense friendship to something much more.


precious and fragile things
part one


I was on the phone with her when they died.

Cassian pulled his face out of his hands and sat up straight in the pew. When was the last time he had come to church that wasn’t death related? Even his job required it, except it had never been personal then. He felt haunted by the biblical scenes in the stained glass windows and had difficulty looking forward, as if he might catch eyes with the one of the statues and be judged terribly. His own eyes were dark and guarded, the bags under them more prominent than normal. Anyone that glanced at him would immediately skid their eyes away. He preferred it that way. He didn’t think he could take anyone’s pity right now.

“Hey,” a quiet voice whispered to his left.

When Cassian looked over, he saw that it was Jyn. She appeared torn between looking wary and nervous. Two very different emotions in his opinion, but maybe that just came from years of doing interrogations. This was not the time for him to analyze what her facial expression meant, but he couldn’t help himself. It was second nature to him and, quite frankly, helped him retreat into his mind for a brief moment.

Without saying anything, he scooted over on the pew and allowed her to sit down next to him. She swept the back of her modest black dress under her legs as she sat down. He had never seen her so quiet or still before, although he could tell by the slight bounce of her left foot that she was indeed nervous or at the very least uncomfortable. Her eyes darted around the church like she’d never been in one before, overwhelmed by the vastness and piety of it all. It caused her to press her lips into a thin line and hunk down further in her seat than him.

Jyn was not a quiet woman. From the moment he’d first met her on what could only be described as a blind date of doomsday disaster proportions, he had realized that. It had grated on his nerves for the longest time. She had a worse mouth than a sailor, was not afraid to state her opinion even if it caused awkward moments, and was brash in the kind of way that drove people that actually cared about her mad. Granted, he’d accidentally insulted her profession before realizing she was a crime journalist, but he was a cop, so it was only natural.

Today though she was almost deathly quiet. Cassian closed his eyes. He hadn’t meant to think of it like that, not with the two caskets up front, and shame flared in his gut. It had taken a few years, but he and Jyn had learned to become civil with one another, perhaps almost friends, for the sake of their best friends. Cassian remembered thinking it was unfortunate, terrible luck that the very friend who set him up on a blind date with Jyn began to date the friend that set Jyn up with him. He hadn’t wanted to deal with a woman that he considered difficult and aggressive. And yet, as time went on and their friends got married, those concerns became less and less.

He still wouldn’t say that they were close, but right now, strangely, she was probably the only person in the room that he could tolerate sitting beside him.

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My Two Cents: The Gay Talk

Excuse me while I generalize here, but something that annoys me most about the modern parent is their need to make “The Gay Talk” with their kids a thing. I appreciate that you want your child to know that I’m here and I’m queer and “gay is okay,” but the truth is, telling your children that there are gay people in this world should not be significant enough of an event that it needs to be a moment. Save that for telling your kids why the family dog is never coming home, or explaining why the Holocaust happened — not why it’s okay that I exist.

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Rumor Has It

punkaspadfoot | Teen and Up | 15,139 words

No student had ever figured out why Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin seemed to hate each other so much, and at this point in the year the seniors were done trying. All they had time to focus on now was finals and graduation, although the annual class trip provided a welcome distraction. Three days on a lake with their four favorite teachers and plenty of time to gossip had to be a good time, right?

Thank you to @nachodiablo for the suggestion!

Look How Far We Have Come

*click through to read on ao3

written by: @ponyregrets | Chash

prompt: ‘Bellamy loses Octavia to the system; Clarke is a first time foster parent who takes her in; Bellamy tracks them down and typical co-parent domesticity ensues!’ for @karinaisloud

word count: 10495

Excerpt: 

The girl is scrawny and sullen, all long limbs and sharp angles, her eyes hooded and wary as she regards Clarke. According to the social worker, her name is Octavia Blake, she’s fourteen, and she’s been in the system for five years.

“She’s not older than Bell,” says Octavia, to Roan.

“No, but she’s much richer,” says the social worker, without looking up. “Which is important.”

Octavia looks back at her. “How rich are you?”

Clarke shrugs. “Pretty rich. My dad was rich, and he died, so I have a lot of money now. Who’s Bell?”

“Bellamy Blake,” says Roan, sounding amused. He always sounds amused, in Clarke’s experience. He has a perpetual smirk she wants to punch off his face, but in a lowkey, mostly friendly way. He just has that kind of vibe. “Her older brother.”

“He’s twenty-five and I can still stay with him,” Octavia says.

“According to the state, you can’t.”

“That’s because Cage Wallace is a fucking dick.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “He takes care of me fine.”

“Mr. Blake recently lost his job,” says Roan, turning his attention back to Clarke. “Without a steady source of income, the state doesn’t feel he can provide care for his sister. If he gets another job–”

“When,” Octavia snaps.

“When,” Roan agrees, inclining his head. “As a blood relative, he has the right to petition for custody.”

“Cool,” says Clarke. It seems like a good place to start. “So, once he’s set, you’ll go back to him. You can stay with me until he’s ready.”

Octavia gives her a wary look. “Just like that?”

“Just like what?”

“You’re going to give me back?”

“I’m fostering you, not stealing you. If I wanted a kid, I’d try to adopt one instead. I figure if you need someone to look after you until your brother gets the state to listen to him, I can do that. That’s the kind of thing I thought I’d be doing.”

“There is a reason I selected Ms. Griffin for you,” Roan adds, dry. “Just give us a minute. Please don’t destroy any government property while you’re waiting.”

“If you don’t want me to destroy government property, you shouldn’t leave me alone with it,” says Octavia, flouncing out, and Roan turns his attention to Clarke.

“I’d say I tried to start you off with an easy case, but there aren’t any.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting one.” She considers, but has to ask, “Is the brother into drugs or something?”

“No, he’s mostly just unlucky. As she said, he’s twenty-five, and their mother died when he was in his sophomore year of college. He dropped out of school to take her, but he’s had trouble holding down a steady job. And–” He considers. “Just because they’re related doesn’t mean she behaves for him either. It’s a difficult case. He’s local, and he’ll want to be–involved.”

“Great.”

Roan shrugs. “He’s not a bad guardian, aside from the money. If he bothers you, let us know. Historically, he does his best to stay on our good side, but it’s difficult for him.”

She makes herself smile. “Honestly, a little guidance wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” he agrees. “If I thought you’d only get a little, I’d feel much better. As I said, if he bothers you, let us know. It’s possible to get a court order to–”

“She’s his sister,” Clarke says, horrified. She doesn’t have siblings, but–it’s clear his sister cares about him, and it sounds as if he cares about her too. And he wants to get her back. If he seems awful, if they seem destructive–but even that doesn’t feel like her call. “He’d have to be really bad, for me to try to get him banned from talking to her.”

Roan considers her, and finally says, “The two of them have not been well-served by the system. I’ve only recently been assigned to their case. Octavia has been through a number of social workers and foster families, both because she objects to them and because her brother objects to them. If my instincts are wrong on this, don’t take it to heart. We’ll give you an easier one next time.” He hands her a piece of paper with a telephone number and the name Bellamy Blake on it. “I assume his sister is passing on your contact information to him now. You deserve to be prepared if he calls.”

“Oh good,” says Clarke, but she puts the number in immediately, just in case. “Trial by fire?”

“It’s all fire,” he says, even. “I’m just giving you a straightforward one. Call me if you need anything.”

Octavia is on her phone when Clarke goes back out, and she gives the girl a smile. “You ready?”

“Sure.”

Mi Estrella

Happy May 4th to @emmaawatson!! She gave me the prompt Cassian and Jyn become neighbors. Jyn has a kid and Cassian falls in love with Jyn and is great with her kid. Fluffy and long please :)” I really hope you meant long, because I just started writing and somehow this ended up to be over 14k words. 

Special thanks to @therebelcaptainnetwork for organizing this amazing exchange, to my beta, @wearesuchstuff1, who is the main reason this fic is halfway decent, and also to my followers to jumped up to offer me help on the Spanish translations! 

AO3 / Below the cut!

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