#american housewife fanfic

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i have fully re entered my cooliver phase and now that i know you’re a cooliver shipper i cant help myself i have to send an ask

they are so taylor swift coded it is CRAZY. you are in love was actually made for them

OMG I am sooo happy that American Housewife and my two favorite idiots are receiving all the love! 😭

And friend I know! 😭🙌 I swear that a few months ago I was talking with another Cooliver shipper about how that song was perfect for them! And then someone posted and edit with it and my heart was shattered 😭. Now I can’t listen to it without thinking about them. 😭

I was going to add that song to my Cooliver Playlist tag but I got lazy 😅. I might start adding songs again.

I can’t wait to read your fic! 🙌

[ficsnships]

NEW COOLIVER FIC ALERT 🚨:

Stop whatever y’all are doing, cancel y’all’s plans and go read my bestie @sleepyboishours new Cooliver fic! It’s so freaking good! Y’all love it! 😭🙌

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posted on ao3. go read it :)

[myrandom-fandomlife]

Okay I decided I’m just gonna post my cooliver fic as is and if you want more i’ll attempt to provide so ummm here’s my cooliver fic loosely based on wish you were sober by conan gray but title is from illicit affairs by taylor swift because it was supposed to be more than this

Warnings: underage drinking, cursing, making out (???), angst

for you i would ruin myself (a million little times)

They’re at a party they shouldn’t be at, drinking just a little too much, and dancing with girls that look like they came out of a victoria secret advertisement. They’re living every seventeen year old boy’s dream, so why can’t they stop looking at each other?

Oliver knew he was fucked the moment Cooper suggested they sneak out to attend some rich douchebag’s party who lived within walking distance of the Otto home. It goes the same way every time. They sneak out of their basement apartment together (which is shockingly easier than he expected), get drunk, and something happens.

That’s how he finds himself with a sweaty girl rubbing all over him while he’s making blazing eye contact with Cooper across the room. It’s the kind of look that means something more, sparking heat and making his gut twist. It’s the kind of look that should not be shared between two best friends while they’re drunk and dancing with women.

Cooper quirks a brow almost imperceptibly, but Oliver knows what it means: “Cut the bullshit– let’s bounce.”

Oliver gives a small nod and dismisses the girl in front of him with a brief whisper, starting toward where Cooper is already waiting for him at the door. It’s clear to him already that Cooper is much more intoxicated than he is. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is curling and sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes are shining in a silent plea to hurry so they can get home. Oliver thinks he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.

Oliver has an arm around Cooper’s waist, supporting him as he stumbles along. Oliver is more of a lightweight, but Cooper likes this. He likes not drinking so much that he forgets everything, but just enough that he can lean his head on Oliver’s shoulder without overthinking too much. He likes the way it makes him feel weightless, but there’s something a little sultry about him when he’s just the right amount of tipsy.

When the two boys arrive at the front door to the Otto’s house, Oliver gives Cooper his usual spiel on sneaking in quietly. He places both his hands on Cooper’s shoulders, forcing him to make eye contact, “Keep quiet until we are in the basement, okay? No stumbling, talking, giggling, anything that could wake mom.”

“I’m not that drunk, mi amor, I know the drill,” Cooper says lowly, and Oliver’s cheeks flush at the nickname.

Cooper smirks and Oliver rolls his eyes with a huff, “Really?”

“Really,” Cooper says faintly, because he’s leaning in and closing the distance between them before Oliver has the chance to react. When he does react, he’s kissing back enthusiastically, tongue poking out slightly to brush against Cooper’s lips.

This happens often now, when one or both of them are drunk. They make out sloppily, get themselves worked up, stop before it can do further, and then go to bed like nothing happened. They wake up the next day and don’t talk about it.

Cooper starts trailing kisses down the other boy’s jaw, causing Oliver to snap out of the haze he can never avoid when it comes to Cooper.

“Let’s take this inside, yeah?” He says softly, taking Cooper’s hand and leading him quietly into the home they now share.

When the door to the basement is shut, Cooper pushes Oliver into it, attacking his mouth once again. Oliver lets out a small noise of shock before melting into the kiss.

Cooper sighs into his mouth, “Missed this,” and then he starts kissing across his jaw again. Oliver’s head falls back at his words, and Cooper takes advantage of the access to his neck.

“No-” he pants, “No marks, Cooper.”

Cooper groans, “Love when you say my name.”

“Cooper,” he makes another noise at that, “Lets go to the bed.”

By the time they’ve stumbled over, their shirts are off and Cooper is on top of Oliver. He’s peppering kisses down Oliver’s chest and Oliver is trying very hard not to enjoy it so much. Cooper gets to his waistband and tries to tug it down, but is stopped by the other boy.

“Coop, we’re not doing this when you’re drunk.”

“I told you, I’m not that drunk.”

“This doesn’t happen when you’re sober,” Oliver snaps, immediately regretting his words.

Cooper recoils slightly, but doesn’t disagree. Instead, he rolls off of Oliver and on to his pillow.

Oliver starts to get up and go to his own bed but he’s stopped by a hand on his wrist, “Stay with me, Ollie, please?” Cooper says it in a small voice like he knows he’s asking for something he shouldn’t. He also knows that Oliver can’t say no to him.

Oliver stays.

[writings-by-fairy]

Spaghetti and Meatball(s)

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford

Words: 3,531

Rating: E

Warnings: none

Summary: Oliver wants to surprise Cooper...what could go wrong?

Requested by: anonymous

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Wednesday, April 18, 8:32AM

The subway cart was packed full, Oliver’s lanky frame was being folded into each other as more and more businessmen boarded the sub. He hugged his bookbag tight against himself. Their large frames taking over Oliver’s personal space which was seemingly nonexistent. That was the one thing he missed about Westport: the space….and the quiet…and how people actually cared…lack of traffic…okay, maybe he misses Westport more than he likes to admit.

“59th Street, Columbus Circle,” the automated subway system rang out. Oliver started pushing his way to the exit, but his attempts were unsuccessful: no one was budging as there was nowhere to go. He just sighed and prayed to the New York City rats that enough people would move.

As the train slowed to a stop, everyone swayed forward and stumbled when it came to a stuttering stop. When he heard the door woosh open and the muttering of the crowd pick up, he tried to go forward but was pushed to the side and everyone rushed in and out. All he could do was watch with despair as the subway door closed and started moving forward: he was late to his internship…again.

Fuck.

The whole way to the next stop, Oliver cursed himself and his choices. As much as he loved the city, it was a survival game. Cooper and him both found schools they love in New York City: Oliver graduated a semester early last December and Cooper was working his way to the top of the culinary world. It was a huge change for both of them, but they faced it together. Cooper’s dad paid for their studio apartment tucked away so that helped relieve so much but as they both started making their own money, they started to pay for half the rent. As much as they loved having their apartment paid for, they wanted to be fully independent. Four years later, everything was still okay.

The subway train sputtered out the next stop and Oliver was ready. This time he pushed forcefully to the door ignoring the grunts and hateful comments. Once the door opened again, he jumped out and ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath once he reached the street and looked around, okay he was not that far from his job.

Oliver set a fast pace weaving in and out of the crowd. As he walked, he saw a bare alleyway that gave him a clear view of his workplace. There was a few dumpsters that littered the pathway but he decided to take his chances; he was ready to fight anyone after the day he has had already. He puffed out his chest and held his breath as he started his journey through.

His confident stride slowed at every little sound: a bird chirping, trash falling, wind blowing an empty beer can. Suddenly, a fallen trashcan rolled out on the street right up to Oliver. “What the…” Oliver said slowly walking to the opening, his heart beating out his chest, he was not as tough as he thought. He squinted his eyes into the trashcan and saw something furry?

“A dog?” Oliver questioned out loud making the animal snap their head up. Oliver started to see features: the dog was scruffy looking, mainly white with light brown (almost ginger) spots placed randomly. If he had to make an educated guess, he would say Jack Russell Oliver expected the dog to become territorial over their food but when the dog saw him, they started wagging their tail and smiling. This caused Oliver to immediately relax.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing out here?” Oliver chuckled when the dog stood up and placed its paws on Olivers leg. He squatted down slowly trying so hard not to scare the dog. “Oh my gosh, aren’t you the cutest?” Oliver exclaimed, cute aggression coming out but that was quickly replaced with sadness.

Oliver couldn’t help the negative thoughts plaguing his mind: was this little dog abandoned? Was it born into this? Was it hurt? Was it scared of thunderstorms? Tears pricked Oliver’s eyes and the dog tilted its head and started licking Oliver’s hand. His heart shattered: here is this dog with so much bad in their life yet they are comforting Oliver.

Cooper.

This dog reminded him of Cooper! Cooper was on his own trying to figure it out, Cooper kissed the back of Oliver’s hand, Cooper would always comfort Oliver even though he had a bad day. Oliver needed to bring this dog home and have Cooper fall in love with the dog. It was perfect! Oliver even though the dog kind of looked like Cooper, the spots were almost identical match to Cooper’s hair. The soft, optimistic eyes they both shared melted Oliver’s heart.

Lately, Cooper had been asking Oliver all these questions about getting a pet, so Oliver figured that Cooper wanted a pet. Despite Oliver telling Cooper that he prefers cats, this dog was perfect. More negative thoughts creeped in, what if this was someone’s dog who ran away or got lost. Oliver examined the dog for a collar or anything to hint towards an owner.

“Do you want to come home with me?” The dog wagged its tail as if it was responding. “Oh, you do?” Oliver chuckled and picked up the dog despite every alarm of cleanliness rang. His dress shirt and pants could be washed, He pulled out his phone with his other hand and called in to work today and looked for the nearest vet to check on the dog.

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Wednesday, April 18, 6:39AM

Today was the day Cooper was surprising Oliver with a cat. He had been asking Oliver questions for the past month, he tried to convince Oliver that they were just curiosity questions: do you want a cat? Which kind? How many? Okay, Cooper admits it is suspicious plus he found that he was not smooth at all with surprises. He was so bad; Oliver was starting to ask if Cooper wanted a pet. The idea of getting Oliver a cat arose when he noticed Oliver started sending him more and more cat videos and then ‘if I had a cat, I would do this! Oh, if I had a cat, I would treat her so right!”

Cooper quickly caught on that Oliver wanted a cat, Oliver tried to deny the allegations but would light up anytime they talked about owning a cat. Through conversations and questioning, Cooper knew that Oliver wanted a girl, black cat, not a kitten. How fitting, Cooper thought.

Cooper spent countless hours researching and calling and looking for the perfect cat. There was multiple nights he would pretend to fall asleep until Oliver did then stayed up researching. He not only was looking for a cat but also the best brands, toys, catnip, litter, anything about how to properly care for a cat.

Cooper had found Meatball on the local shelter page last week and immediately messaged them. He visited a few times and finally signed the papers after he was cleared. Meatball was a black cat with brown eyes, just like Oliver. When he visited Meatball for the first time, the cat was playing alone and seemed uninterested in Cooper. As Cooper talked to the owner, the cat snuck up to Cooper and was smelling him timidly.

Cooper acted like he didn’t notice as to not scare the cat which seemed to work as Meatball started tangling between Cooper’s legs. They played for over an hour though Cooper decided the second he saw the cat that he was getting her. He filled out the paperwork and waited for the okay. Oliver noticed Cooper’s excitement that day but didn’t question it too much.

“What…what are you doing up?” Oliver questioned sleepily from the island counter as he rubbed his eyes. “Why are you making breakfast at…6:45am? Come back to bed.” Oliver whined, he was dressed only in Cooper’s loose boxers.

“Because mi amor, I love you and wanted to make you breakfast before you start the day.” Cooper told Oliver like it was obvious. “Now, go get ready!” Cooper shooed him out as he finished the food. He set the island up as a buffet and placed some decorations to make it seem more formal, he asked the Alexa to play 50’s romantic melodies. Such a sap.

Oliver finally came to the kitchen twenty minute later just as Cooper set the last plate down; chocolate chip pancakes. Oliver tried to keep up his tough boy persona, but a bashful blush spread across his face.

“You are such a sap,” Oliver muttered before walking up to Cooper. “Oh my gosh, you still have this!” Oliver laughed as he traced the apron that said ‘Kiss the chef’ Cooper was wearing. Katie had got Cooper the apron as a going away gift.

“Well, I think you should listen to the apron.”

Oliver smirked wrapping his arms around Cooper’s shoulders and pulled them tight for a kiss. The two sat down and ate together in comfortable silence, the music danced around them providing a comforting atmosphere.

“Okay, I have my internship until noon then I have meetings where I just sit there and look pretty then I have to fill the paperwork from the meeting then I will be home probably around 5,” Oliver ran over his plans again hurriedly, maybe he got distracted by his beautiful boyfriend and his beautiful lips. “I have to go, Coop! I am going to miss the train!”

Cooper watched as Oliver ran out the door. He cleaned up the kitchen and got ready to leave. ID? Check. Money for Meatball? Check. Little travel cage for Meatball? Check. Best boyfriend ever? Check! He ran out the door and to his car in the parking lot. He cringed as he saw how busy the streets were.

The car roared to life and Cooper started his drive to the shelter. He got there swiftly despite the New York City traffic. Luckily, Cooper was heading the opposite direction of most the traffic. The shelter staff happily greeted Cooper, he didn’t know who was more excited about the adoption: him or staff or Meatball. As soon as Meatball saw Cooper again, she meowed loudly.

Cooper thanked the staff and let them say their teary good-byes to Meatball. “Hi Meatball! I’m your new dad.” He smiled at Meatball who was visibly and understandably nervous. “Okay, we have to go pick up food for me and you. I am surprising my boyfriend with, well, you tonight.” Cooper explained though he knew Meatball wouldn’t understand. Though, Meatball actually seemed to calm a bit and started batting the little mouse toy.

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Wednesday, April 18, 9:42AM

“What?” Oliver bluntly asked.

“Look, I am sorry kid. Protocol, you can drop off the dog and come back at 3 when we are done.”

“But it is only 9am!” Oliver whined, the dog looked up at him and whined, sensing Oliver’s stress. “Okay, fine, put us down.”

“Okay, just go ahead and fill this out and we will call you when we are ready for you!” The receptionist smiled and handed Oliver a clip board. There was only one question that truly stumped him: name of pet. What does he put? Does the dog already have a name? Should Oliver name the dog or should Cooper? Is the dog a boy or girl?!

Oliver sighed and wrote down ‘Doggy’ in the name of pet section, that will work for now. He cringed at himself for writing Doggy instead of Dog but he can’t change it now. “Alright, Doggy, I promise I will be back.” He felt a pang of anxiety when the door shut behind him, will Doggy be okay? What if Doggy already had a home??? Oliver doesn’t think he could handle that, he had already decided that he was going to shop for Doggy while he waited. He decided that Doggy was coming home with him one way or another.

He walked downtown until he saw some pet boutique, perfect. He spent over two hours there talking to the owner who also has a Jack Russell. He told Oliver pretty much everything he needed to know; he even gave the kid a discount. Oliver was overwhelmed with joy; he didn’t realize how lost he was in owning a dog. Honestly, neither he or Cooper ever owned a pet: Bradford’s and Otto’s were not big on pets.

Oliver checked Cooper’s location and saw he was on some random road, maybe he was on his way to his culinary internship; senior year had been very busy for them. He decided he was going to pick up dog food (the store owner gave him a list to choose from, all varying in price) and hide everything in the apartment. He reasoned that if everything was already in the apartment, Cooper could not say no.

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Wednesday, April 18, 10:53PM

Cooper’s car powered down and he grabbed Meatball’s cage. There was no way that he have Meatball live like this right now. He looked around for a solution and found one of Oliver’s purses (satchel. Satchel Oliver reminds him every time), it could work. He took Meatball out while explaining the plan, Meatball sat happily in the bag.

Cooper browsed up and down the isles as Meatball sat patiently in the satchel. Luckily the carts had a place for children to sit which allowed Cooper to pet the cat as he shopped. He eventually found cat food that rated number one on at least 17 websites, he was hoping for 20 but 17 works. He also bought everything he might need: harness, leash, toys, catnip, food for months, treats, shampoo and conditioner, even little cat posters to maybe help her feel more welcome.

He noted the total; he had no idea owning a cat would be so much work and money, but it was all worth it. He couldn’t stop imagining Oliver’s face when he surprises Oliver. “Now Meatball,” Cooper started as he finished putting the rest of the bags in the car. “We are going to my favorite grocery store and we are going to get ingredients to make Oliver’s favorite dish…” A realization washed over him and he started laughing, Meatball just looked at him confused.

“Oh my gosh! His favorite meal is spaghetti and meatballs…and your name is Meatball! This is great!” Cooper couldn’t stop giggling to himself, how perfect is this working out! He finished his shopping list among a few other little things, and packed the car tight. He saw he had a message from Oliver saying his was going to be back around 4:30pm instead.

“Let’s go, Meatball.”

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Wednesday, April 18, 2:55PM

Oliver raced to the vet after he hid everything in the apartment, he prayed Cooper would not dig too much at the pile of dirty laundry in the closet. “And you are here for…Doggy?” the receptionist checked. “One moment please!” They shuffled to the back and returned with an eager Doggy. It seemed Doggy made a good impression as everyone gave a bittersweet good-bye.

“Okay, here is your special boy.” They handed Oliver the leash. “So, the vet found no signs of a chip and we checked all missing dog reports, not a single match. Looks like Doggy is yours!” Oliver didn’t even realize he was holding his breath, this was amazing!

“O-okay!” Oliver kneeled and ruffled Doggy’s fur, he was still in shock that Doggy was actually his.

“We did give him some of the basic vaccines and a much-needed bath, so he is all caught up and ready to love and play.” Oliver couldn’t help but smile even harder. “Oh! We did find that Doggy responds to Spaghetti.” Doggy even peaked up at the word expectedly.

“Spaghetti,” Oliver said with awe. He thanked everyone and even made a yearly check-up appointment. “Let’s go home, spaghetti.”

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Wednesday, April 18, 3:20PM

“Oop, looks liked your mommy is going to be home sooner than we thought!” Cooper exclaimed, they had got home 30 minutes ago, and Cooper had set up everything. He had ordered a cat tree a few days ago and it came today thankfully. He set the small cat jungle in their living room next to a window in case Meatball just wanted to look around.

Cooper set up the flowers he bought in a jar along with a card on the counter hidden from the entrance, he truly wanted to surprise Oliver. He started on the spaghetti and meatballs with some indie song playing in the background, the soft melodies filled the apartment. Meatball seemed to find herself at home quickly, she became obsessed with one of Oliver’s shirts and had pulled it in the cat house.

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Wednesday, April 18 4:19PM

“Okay, so make sure to give him your best puppy eyes,” Spaghetti looked up at Oliver from his spot on the floor. As soon as they left the vet, Oliver put Spaghetti’s new harness and clipped it on his new leash. Oliver immediately snapped a photo, Spaghetti looked so cute in his new gear. “Perfect! Here goes nothing.”

He shoved his key in the door and heard hurried shuffling inside, “Hey…Coop. So uhm,” The two made their way inside slowly, luckily their apartment was covered in rugs, so Spaghetti’s nails didn’t clack against the hardwood. Once he rounded the end of the hallway into the kitchen he froze, oh shit.

“Wha…Coop…you…a cat!” Oliver started to cry, he felt so overwhelmed in a good way. Cooper stood there with his mouth dropped to the ground, what?

“Ollie, who is that?” Cooper laughed as he pointed to the dog who was just panting with joy.

“Oh uhm,” Oliver sniffed and wiped his eyes roughly. “So, this is Spaghetti…” He told Cooper everything: how he found spaghetti, the vet, what is in the closet, how they are never getting rid of him.

“Wow, sounds like you had quiet the day,” Cooper spoke in a high pitched voice to the dog, cat still in hand. “Well, this is Meatball…” It was Cooper’s turn to tell Oliver how he had been planning this for months and everything him and Meatball did today. As Cooper talked, Meatball reached for Oliver. Oliver’s heart swelled with overwhelming love for this little cat he just met, he took Meatball into his arms. Meatball immediately relaxed and started playing with one of Oliver’s buttons.

Cooper turned and pulled Oliver to face him before kissing him deeply and softly. “Thank you, Coop. I love Meatball.” Oliver smiled at Cooper; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. They introduced Spaghetti and Meatball to each other which went perfectly, they sniffed each other until Meatball kissed Spaghetti. Cooper and Oliver just watched them interact, even snapping a few photos.

Cooper pulled away to Oliver’s confusion and knelt down, “Oliver Otto, you are perfect in every way. You are so selfless, willing to help anyone or anything.” Cooper nodded to Spaghetti. “You are the most hardworking person I have ever met, once you have a goal, you are finishing that goal. I wake up every day so inspired by you just being you. You, Oliver Otto, have granted me the best gift of all: enjoying life.”

“Cooper,” Oliver was already crying.

“I not only want to enjoy the rest of my life with you but I want to experience life with you: the happy, the sad, the angry, the hurt, all of it. So will you, Oliver Otto, marry me?”

“Of course, Cooper!” Oliver exclaimed, pulling Cooper up to hug him. They held each other with so much joy vibrating between the two of them, they have never felt more connected. “This is the best day ever.”

“And to top off the night, I have made your favorite…” Cooper busted out laughing, the couldn’t believe it.

“What?”

“I made spaghetti and meatballs, and our animals’ names are Spaghetti and Meatball!” Cooper exclaimed from the floor where he had to kneel because he was laughing so hard. Oliver joined him once he realized all the joy they felt today coming out as laughter. They spent the rest of the night just talking about their day over and over again; they could not get over how wonderful their life was.

Cooper had prepared Oliver an over-the-top bath with bubbles, candles, wine, music, even chocolate cover strawberries from Oliver’s favorite café. They shared the bath together before finally going to bed. They curled up with each other and two new members joined them. They fit together like they were a puzzle: Oliver curled up on Cooper’s chest, Cooper’s one arm wrapped around Oliver and the other Spaghetti who was curled up, and Meatball on Cooper’s chest where Oliver caressed her until they both fell asleep.

Wednesday, April 18, a day to remember for the new Bradford-Otto family.

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I am on AO3 as the same username if you want to check out my other works. This is on there :P Requests are open so please message me

XOXO Fairy

PS there was MINIMAL editing so if there are loopholes or grammar errors, let me know!

[fruitjedi]

What’s the tiny random ass fandom that got you into fanfics and fandom? I’ll go first : American Housewife.

[afropogue]

aight friends, christmas is exactly a week away! im gonna give myself a personal challenge where i write at least one christmas/winter related prompt for an otp every day up until christmas.

ive never fully completed one of these before so im trying to pull through this time! trying to get back on my writing zoom yk

recently ive been hyper fixating on jjpope and cooliver again so those are probably the main couples ill write for for this challenge lmaooo so please feel free to tune in if you are still in any of those fandoms 😔���🏾🤞🏾

day 1: prompt—“playing christmas songs on the piano”

pairing: cooliver

synopsis: bored in the otto house with nothing to do, cooper decides to break out his piano skills on the family piano.

day 2: prompt—“character a gets character b a puppy for christmas”

pairing: jjpope

synopsis: pope gives jj a cute, furry little present for christmas

day 3: prompt— “snowstorm”

pairing: cooliver

synopsis:

day 4: prompt- christmas market

synopsis: oliver and cooper visit their local christmas market for the first time

day 5: prompt— “mistletoe”

pairing: jjpope

synopsis: jj is struggling with his feelings for pope, which he is convinced are unrequited. however, his feelings are put to the test when they end up under the mistletoe—together.

day 6: 💀💀

day 7: MERRY CHRISTMASSS!!!

pairing: cooliver

synopsis: cooper asks oliver to be his fake date to his parents’ christmas gala, to get them off his back about finding a partner. oliver, who is apparently a masochist, agrees.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52526356

[americanhousewifeottofamily]

POV I wanna make a oneshot of American Housewife based off the body image episode but also I know it’s such a sensitive subject so idk if I should

[skycycleboy]

Freshman Dis-Orientation

Here is my fanfic, Freshman Dis-Orientation. An American Housewife fanfiction. The first in my Oliver and Cooper Mysteries series.

[il0vefanf1cz]

I think I love you.

Coopers looks around in his empty home, cooper starts to think about Oliver and how it would be nice to hear him stress about how he’s ’not’ going Harvard to get in Harvard (‘not’ is like that because cooper knew he would get in) or him get annoyed at his family, maybe seeing Oliver would be nice, “he sure is-“ cooper cuts himself off and stops thinking about Oliver because he thinks it was getting to..*weird* for friends to think stuff about the other. Cooper seems to notice his birthday is soon he doesn’t really seem to care, no one really cared about his birthday, his parents never even said happy birthday to him. coopers thinks of Oliver again and how he was the only to ever say happy birthday to him not wanting to get money from him but cooper didn’t want to think about Oliver but he kept running through his mind he couldn’t stop thinking of Oliver and his brown eyes.

But sooner or later cooper fell asleep.

Cooper woke up by his alarm clock going off and off and off, he couldn’t turn it off unless he got up to get it off his tv stand so cooper slowly gets up and walks to get the phone, once he turns the alarm off he sees texts from Oliver saying “bro can you come over”

And “happy birthday” the texts made cooper smile but still no texts from his parents that always made cooper quite upset but he ignored it for now and went to the Otto’s house.

Cooper knocks on the door and hears a “OLIVER I THINK YOUR BOYFRIENDS HERE, GO GET THAT DAMN DOOR” Oliver opens the door, Oliver asks “did you hear that” cooper giggles “yep” Oliver smiles and lets cooper in they go down to the basement. Once the door closes cooper says “it’s weird not being here all day I missed you guys” cooper blushes a bit Oliver says “we missed you..Oh yeah I got you a present for your birthday” cooper grins Oliver comes over with a box but not with the fancy wrapping paper cooper is used to but he smiles anyways and opens it. “Oh my..” cooper covers his face Oliver looks confused “do you not like it?” It’s a Gucci valentines edition Wallet, Oliver was saving for “N-no” cooper announced “I love it” when cooper moved his hand he had tears running down his face, he looks up at Oliver and smiles, Oliver blushes and says “why are you crying?” He seemed worried but he smirked, Oliver comes closer to cooper then they already were and Oliver wiped his tears off and stays there “it’s just that no one ever gets me stuff for my birthday not even my parents they just throw money at me.” He blushes Oliver comes closer and whispers slightly “I can’t stop myself anymore” cooper is confused then Oliver kisses cooper softly on the lips, silence cooper whispers “I think I love you bro” Oliver says “I love you to dude” they kiss one more time but a bit longer they look up and cooper says “I never want to kiss some one more then right now” they both blush and kiss even longer and then stops for dinner.

[not-that-syndrigast]

Choose a one-shot for me to finish based on the first paragraph

Atsv, Miles X Hobie

"Shock. Hobie knew what it was, it was part of their 'fate' or what Miguel would call a 'canon event' and even though Hobie really disliked the guy, he was intelligent enough to understand that it was part of being Spiderman."

2. American Housewife, Oliver x Cooper (fake dating)

Oliver is determined to get that recommendation. He definitely needs to convince the principal that the whole outing thing was a mess. It's obvious that Cooper needs to help.

3. Clone wars, Cody x Obi-Wan

Mission plans. Hour long holo-calls. Cody was used to it, he had learned to stand still for a long time, even before he could properly run.

4. Clone wars, Rex centric

Sometimes, Rex just wanted to lash out. He wanted to scream and cry and for once say what he always thought. He wanted to shout at Anakin, blame him, shake Ahsoka awake from the madness around them.

5. The hunger games, Coriolanus Snow centric

If someone had the audacity to ask, Coriolanus Snow, president of Panem, would state that the last time he had cried was when he was just a young lad.

6. Marvel, Steve x Bucky

Breakfast, lunch, workout, dinner, sleep ten hours and repeat. Steve liked order, at least now. It was easier to plan everything in a good moment rather than risking not eating in bad ones.

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NEW COOLIVER FIC ALERT!

Stop whatever y’all are doing and go read my bestie @sleepyboishours amazing fic! Y’all won’t regret it!

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New Cooliver Fic Alert 🚨!

Ya’ll read it right! There’s another new fic! Am I dreaming? 😭

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me: why is nobody posting american housewife fanfic rn :( it’s been like a week

also me: *not posting american housewife fanfic rn*

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does anyone have any cooliver fic recommendations 😭 pls🙏

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Forgotten Movies

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 2,353

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: Oliver and Cooper are left alone...what ever could happen?

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“Oliver! Amigo, when are you coming downstairs?” Cooper yelled from his very comfortable spot on the couch, he deeply considered walking up stairs to see what was taking his boyfriend so long, but settled on the lazier option. They had the whole house to themselves and they didn’t even need to trick anyone! Greg roped Katie into coming to some history banquet, Trip wanted to surprise Taylor with a mini get away, and Anna-Kat was at Franklins: Cooper is not sure how they got so lucky but he is grateful.

“So impatient, Coop.” A voice came from the top of the stairs followed by slow footsteps descending the stairs. Cooper just stared for a moment mesmerized; Oliver was dressed in a cropped tee (Oliver seriously didn’t mean for it to go that short, all he wanted was a few inches off his old stretched school shirt) and a pair of coopers baggy sweatpants. Cooper could only think the word soft.

“Cooper! Have you been listening to a-“ Cooper had looked up finally but before Oliver could finish scolding him, he stood up and grabbed Oliver by the waist to pull him in for a deep kiss. Oliver gasped but smiled into the kiss.

It was Oliver who broke away from the kiss first, he just smiled and giggled, a little out of breath. “No idea where that came from but I hope there is more.” Cooper laughed a little. He sat down and opened his arm so Oliver could cuddle up to his side. A random movie started playing on their TV but Cooper was the least bit interested. How could he pay attention to some dumb movie where he could predict every move when the most beautiful boy he has ever seen is sitting right beside him.

Cooper really tried to pay attention but after twenty minutes of the movie, he was becoming bored so a plan moved into his head. He began to rub Oliver’s arm slowly and adding pressure gradually. Oliver seemed to appreciate the affection as he leaned in closer, great sign. Cooper then maneuvered his arm under Oliver’s to play with the hem of the cropped tee, this is when Oliver began to notice Cooper’s intentions.

Oliver smirked before turning himself so he was facing Cooper on his lap. “Hey there pretty boy,” Cooper nearly melted at the pet name, he rubbed his hands on Oliver’s thighs before settling on his hips. Oliver leaned down and started to kiss Cooper; the kiss was fast, hot, and full of want/need. Cooper was the one that broke away this time but this was to continue the kisses down the neck.

Hickeys started to form from Cooper’s need to mark Oliver, Oliver knows he should protest, knows he should push Cooper off or at least to where a normal shirt could cover the evidence, but he can’t. Oliver will never say it completely out loud but he loves when Cooper leaves hickeys because it shows to people he is taken and belongs to someone else. (Cooper won’t say it out loud either but he loves seeing his work on his boy and claiming what is his).

The clothes quickly became an issue. Cooper pushed Oliver back so he could take Oliver’s shirt off. He threw it somewhere across the room, they will deal with it later. He went to continue sucking hickeys across his boyfriend’s chest but was stopped. “Not fair.” Oliver grumbled tugging at Cooper’s shirt which soon joined Oliver’s forgotten shirt as well. “Perfect.” They stared at each-other for a moment, just admiring the others beauty and silently wishing the other would realize how beautiful they were. They seemed to know what the other was thinking because they looked up at the same time to meet the other’s eyes.

Oliver began to slightly grind down in a silent plea of more. Cooper heard his cry for more and rubbed his hands up and down the others torso, he stopped at the nipples and began to rub his thumbs in circular motions on Oliver’s nipples. Oliver arched his back forward and let out a high pitches moan. He let out a string of jumbled words like more, more oh please, yes, just like that. Cooper kept playing with one but began to suck on the other one, Oliver threw his head back and tangled his fingers through Cooper’s hair. The grip Oliver had on Cooper’s hair told him he wasn’t going anywhere soon.

Cooper moved his one hand down and under the waistband on Oliver’s boxers, he pulled back and looked up to Oliver, a silent “is this okay?”. Oliver nodded his head quick and gripped onto Cooper’s shoulders for support. He raised his hips slightly so Cooper could push them down just past his butt, he gave it a playful smack. Oliver jumped at the sudden slap but his moan gave away his new kink.

Fingers appeared in front of Oliver’s mouth, he leaned forward and sucked the three fingers. He looked up to see Cooper’s intense stare. He put on a little show by really sucking and moaning. “That is it, baby boy.” Once the fingers were coated enough, Cooper slowly pulled them out entranced by the string that connected them. Oliver couldn’t help find it slightly gross but couldn’t care less because Cooper liked it.

Cooper began to pushing two fingers in, “ahhh, still open after last night.” Oliver groaned out, he tried to defend himself but he couldn’t even think right properly now. Cooper kept pushing the same two fingers in at a very slow pace.

Oliver rocked his hips back to meet Cooper’s fingers, suddenly Oliver gasped and haunted his movements. “Found it.” Cooper laughed, he started to rub circles in that spot causing Oliver to already fall apart. He loved seeing Oliver like this; whiny, needy, responsive.

“I want to go all the way tonight.”

Silence.

Anyone could see the gears turning in Cooper’s head and processing what Oliver had just suggested. “Are-are-are you sure?” Cooper sat up straighter taking his fingers out and rubbing soothing circles on Oliver’s hips. “Because I don’t want you to feel pressured to just because I’m ready but-“ he rambles on but Oliver didn’t seem to mind at all, he found it very cute that Cooper was this flustered.

Oliver finally put him out of his rambling misery and kissed Cooper. “Yes, Im sure.” He couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend. He looked like you just gave a puppy a new toy. “But I need to be honest with you and you need to be honest with me.”

Coopers smile quickly turned serious, “of course, my amigo”

“First of all, please don’t call me amigo while we are in the middle of this.”

“Done, mi amor.”

“Second of all,” Oliver paused internally debating how he should ask. “This is my first time, I know we have done stuff together but, never this far. Even all the stuff we have done, it was all my first…”

Cooper smiled, “Don’t worry, beautiful boy. It is my first time going all the way.”

Cooper could practically see a weight be lifted off Oliver’s shoulder but a raised eyebrow gave away his curiosity. “You only said this is your first time going all the way…what else have you done?”

“Seriously babe, right now?”

“Yes! Spill!” Oliver crossed his arms, there was no way around this.

“You remember that guy that called into the help line?”

“Of course, Will Hasan. What does he have to-oh my god, you fucked Will Hasan!”

Cooper laughed, “No babe, we just kissed and I may or may not have given him a blow-“

“No more!” Oliver yelled out before kissing Cooper again.

“Well you asked!” Cooper was met with a quiet and quick shut up before Oliver started to suck love marks on his neck. He took this time to reinsert the two fingers along with a third. Oliver moaned at the new stretch.

This went on for a few minutes before Oliver finally looked Cooper in the eyes and boy oh boy was he a sight to see. His hair was everywhere with a little sweat sticking some pieces to his forehead, his pupils were huge, his skin a nice rosy flush, and the love bites from earlier were already starting to show.

He was broken out of his trance when he finally heard, “Cooper! There you are, so how do you want me?” Oliver asked tilting his head slightly, he was definitely nervous but so was Cooper.

“Uhm, lay on your back.” Cooper said with faux confidence, now that it was really happening, he was actually nervous. He didn’t want to hurt his boy, what if he wasn’t good and then he lost Oliver to some football jock who wouldn’t even know how to-

“Baby boy,” Oliver smiled down at him, he knew. “It’s okay, it’s my first time too. I promise there is no judgement, no need to worry and try to impress. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” Cooper let out a breath of air he didn’t even know he was holding until now.

Oliver stood up for a second to take his pants off with Cooper following suit. “Yeah, okay.” Cooper gently laid Oliver down on the couch and threw Oliver’s leg over his shoulder. He saw it “researching” one night and he also researched what items would be needed. He silently wished that they did receive the basket, he leaned over the table next to them and opened the drawer. Oliver grew curious and looked over.

“That’s been there the whole time!?” Condoms, lube, and even a suspicious looking box took up the small drawer.

Cooper shrugged and muttered something about being prepared and cautious. He ripped open the condom with his teeth and rolled it on with ease. Oliver couldn’t help but stare (and become even more turned on) by his boyfriend. The sound of the lube went unnoticed by Oliver until a cold, wet finger began rubbing circles around his rim.

“Last chance, mi amor. Are you still-“

“Yes please so if you could fuck me nooowwwww,” Cooper didn’t wait for Oliver to finish before he was pushing in. He pushed in every few inches before checking on Oliver. Despite wanting nothing more than to just start, he knew it was Oliver’s first tie and wanted it to be special for him. Once his hips met Oliver’s, they both looked surprised, so caught up on taking it slow.

“Cooper.” Oliver barely got out, his breath gone.

“Yes, my baby boy?”

“Please, fuck me.” Cooper has never heard Oliver even say anything like that. He short circuited for a second before giving a few experimental thrusts, he was gauging how Oliver felt. The slight grind of Oliver’s hips told him very thing he needed to know. He began to move in and out at a fast pace, the sound of Oliver’s high pitched moans and skin on skin contact filled the basement.

“Oh my gosh,” Oliver reached his arms around Cooper’s back leaving scratch marks. “This feels sooo good. Please please please, don’t stop.” Who was Cooper to deny such a beautiful request, he gripped the arm rest on each side of Oliver’s head. At the point, they were moving the whole couch.

The hickeys caught Cooper’s eye, he pushed a finger into one enjoying the wince Oliver let out, “All mine.” Oliver could have melted on the spot.

“I’m close. Oh, oh, oh,” that was all the warning Cooper got before cum coated Oliver’s stomach. He slowed his pace to help fuck through Oliver’s orgasm. He scooped up some of the cum that puddled over his stomach. After examining it on his fingers, he pushed the cum covered fingers into Oliver’s mouth. This was new but the way they both reacted, it wouldn’t be the last. Cooper almost came at the sight alone: Oliver laying on his back, looking up while sucking on his fingers like it was the best thing ever created.

Cooper went to pull out but was stopped by gentle hands pulling his body back in. He gave a few light thrusts in case Oliver changed his mind but once it was clear, we aren’t done until you are, Cooper picked up the pace. It wasn’t long before his hips stuttered and he let out a quiet, deep “fuck”. He pulled out slowly as if Oliver was made of glass.

With Oliver out, Cooper opened the drawer again pulling out some wipes and wiped them both down. He helped Oliver pull his pants slightly proud of himself when Oliver winced. Once they were both dressed, they stood together in front of the couch. Oliver was the one to initiate the hug, it was rare when Oliver began the affection but those were Coopers favorite moments.

After a few moments of them just collecting their breath and thoughts, Cooper asked, “was I…okay?” It was obvious he was scared of the answer.

Oliver pulled back slightly to look Cooper in his eyes, “More than okay, baby boy. Was I..” the question hanged in the air.

“Of course, you looked so great too. Oh, I love seeing you all-“

Laughter broke Coopers sentence off and he received a light kiss. Suddenly the screen of TV showed the ending credits of the movie. “Well, I guess we missed the movie.” Cooper joked, he held Oliver close to him as if he was about to float away any moment.

“The killer ends up being the husband.” Oliver smirked.

“You planned this out didn’t you!?” Cooper couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybbeee,” they moved to the couch again, Cooper laying down with a tired Oliver laying on top. He rubbed soothing circles on Oliver’s back until they both fell asleep.

——— Next morning

Katie and Greg stood in the middle of the stairs. The condom wrapper staring right at them.

“Should we say anything?” Greg asked but he seriously wished the answer was no.

“Nope. Leave them, let them think they are still being sneaky.”

Wish granted.

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