Real fucking tired of this bullshit

[brightest-ideas]

About the blog:

An ask blog for AU version of the Bright siblings, heavily based on Major Tom, not fully though.

M!As: Limited

Muses list

Other blogs:

@brightfamilyfarm

@breakroom-shenanigans

Boundaries

About the mod:

Spooky, 22 years old, any pronouns. You can find me on my main blog @tasmanianstripes, or my SCP blog @cimmunist. My posts will be tagged 👻.txt/ooc. (Previously mod.txt)

[if-the-goat-didnt-jump]

Hey! Look at that! It finally worked!

[Luke is open for questions]

[ask-cleferrian]

I'm still on hiatus, but if you like inscryption please consider following my inscryption ask blog! It's an AU so there's no spoilers

[fagsromana]

of course you have a cowboy hat and pronouns

[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

So, me and Spooky (@/brightest-ideas's mod) have this tendency to randomly come up with AUs; this is a drabble from one of them.

It isn't canon to the blogs, but I had fun writing it!

“Look at her… she’s so soft and squishy.”

Ash bumped Mikell with their shoulder playfully. “Hey, she’s *our* soft and squishy; don’t be mean.”

“I’m not bein’ mean.” He sat next to Ash on the bed, smiling gently at his joyfriend and daughter. Hospitals were generally uncomfortable—with the blinding white walls, flickering LEDs, and sterilizing cleaners—but Mikell had never seen anything more mesmerizing. “So beautiful…”

“She is.”

“I meant both of you, Ashie.” He kissed their forehead. “Can I hold her?”

Ash laughed softly, clearly in love and very, *very* tired from just delivering three babies. “Of course. She’s your *daughter.*”

At those words, he teared up.

He held tiny little Astra, asleep and swaddled, to his chest. “Hi, baby… Hi, my little girl… I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long. Oh, you have no idea how much love you’ve stumbled into, do you?”

He kissed Astra’s chubby little baby cheeks.

“Your brothers will be here soon, won’t they?” he cooed. “Yeah? Yeah, they’ll be here soon. I can’t wait for our family to finally be together… you and your brothers, your aunts and uncles, your gorgeous, amazing ren…”

“And your strong, beautiful papa,” Ash added.

“That’s me.” Mikell’s voice was a bit strained because of how widely he was smiling. “Yeah, I’m your papa.”

The doors opened; Mikell perking up and looking at the nurses reminded Ash of a meerkat or a curious puppy.

They watched on in amusement as Mikell wandered around the recovery room, two tiny bundles of blue blankets snug and safe in his arms, softly echoing what he’d been telling Astra, as if any of them could understand him.

Ash used to think of what happened to them—Dallas, their anomaly, the Foundation, being contained, losing their parents—as ruining their life; they used to feel like everything was taken from them.

But now?

“If only Adam and Evelyn could see me now. I finally did the one thing they wanted from me,” Mikell said. “Fell in love. Had kids.”

“But not the way they wanted,” Ash said, a little worried that Mikell was beginning to spiral.

“No.” Mikell kissed Ash. He looked so peaceful and content, more so than Ash had ever seen him when talking about his parents. “Not the way they wanted.”

Now, they had so much more. They still missed their parents, and it still upset them to think about how the people who raised them could forget them so easily, but they had their own family now: Mikell and his siblings, Jeremiah and Clef and their daughters, Min and Hank – and now, their own children.

Astra Sarah-Claire Gallagher. Rowan Jack Gallagher. Orion TJ Gallagher.

Aisling Deirdre Gallagher had never been happier and more at peace.

…At least until Jack, TJ, Clef, Jeremiah—the only *responsible* one, with Sarah and Claire in tow—Eliza, and Epon burst into the recovery room and woke the babies, causing them to squirm and whine and Mikell to gently hush them and soothe them back to sleep while glaring down the intruders.

Well, Ash was still happy anyway.

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been wearing these all summer 

[bunjywunjy]

*I bust into the roller rink, hootin and hollerin and trying to lasso the other patrons*

[brightest-ideas]

You deserve better

Shut up.

[brightest-ideas]

We care, so either the brightling starts behaving himself or we will have to keep being annoying

Well, you sure aren't helping, so stop bothering him.

[brightest-ideas]

Back in my usual role, I see...

Anons, knock it off already.

-Ash

Thanks, Ashie.

[brightest-ideas]

Justice for MJ

Fucking shit-

Can- can you not yell? It's fine, really, it's not like I care.

[brightest-ideas]

I could swear these anons are just Sparkles, but they're a lot less pushy than her, so...

Not everybody is Doctor Bitch, you know. There are plenty of annoying people on earth.

[brightest-ideas]

MJ is friend shaped. You better be nicer to them, brightling >:(

Get off my case.

[brightest-ideas]

Don’t you want to know why he’s upset, MJ?

Claire called Ash "mama". There, happy?

...Oh.

[brightest-ideas]

But Ash calls you that-

And I don't want Maurice calling me that. Got it?

Fine, I won't. Yeesh.

[brightest-ideas]

The cracks in his ‘parenting’ started to show

Drop it already.

Uh...are you alright, Mikey?

I am, Adam is just upset, and don't call me that.

[brightest-ideas]

Adam is apocalyptic

Don't be dramatic. He's just a little grumpy.

[brightest-ideas]

Shit went down :)

Should I be worried?

Adam is just a bit angry, that's all.

[brightest-ideas]

Oh good, he’s out of firing range

Out of what?

Oh- great, you're here.

...I'm not forcing you to stay here.

Whatever. You're not that bad of an alternative.