#i just want more mom and dad of ak

[dlartistanon]

Black and white

[victoirey]

okay i just … REALLY fell head over heels for your lo’ak fic. it was beautifully constructed, seriously. and i cant help but request…….

a lo’ak fic where the reader and him usually playfully argue with each other. intimate moments are rare bc they think it’s “corny” (they’re really just in love with each other smh) but THEN one night the reader gets a nightmare about lo’ak and when she wakes up lo’ak notices her distress so he comforts her. then cute intimate moment leads to a love confession!

tysm ily and i love ur writing

♡. "a pair of saps." —

synopsis / three moments where you and lo'ak almost *were* , and the one moment you came to be.

gn!avatar!reader | this is more ?? chopped up mini fics that turn into a big fic ?? insanity is a social construct. thank u for requesting, I will not live up to your expectations! nonetheless, have this. thank u for being patient, love. @mylovelo-ak @loaqi for u two !!

I kinda DID NOT follow this req at all. and I'm so sorry about that /srs because I forgot you were requesting something specific HFNNDD

inseparable.

that's what you & lo'ak were.

dark & light , mischievous & mature , chaotic & calm . thats what you two were. opposites. you were even opposites when it came to being told you two were opposites, as you agreed— while lo'ak dug for information to prove that you weren't. he always ended up agreeing in the end, only to disagree once more when it was brought up again. contrasting personalities will somehow lead to contrasting opinions— say, human condiments — you preferred mustard, he preferred ketchup. that led to many heated debates, naturally— you'd get into playful catfights too! the occasional spar session does more good than it's credited for.

you argued for the smallest things, ketchup or mustard , ilu or tsurak , whether earth's leader was batshit crazy or just a small little guy trying to control his stupid warhungry humans. whatever it was, you argued. today, you were arguing about love. love was special to you. to you, he was love. he was everything you wished for, and it's weird you found everything you wished for in a stupid guy who throws himself into the most dangerous situations, but still. you realized you loved him , and suddenly everything was ... so much more crazy. you saw him everywhere. it was crazy. you were seconds away from slamming your head into a wall because you were left without supervision for too long and you started rethinking all your life choices , most especially who you loved most out of every being on Pandora. lo'ak.

it was him who brought up the idea of love being technically, silly. it was him who brought up the idea of love being unspecial. thus, the argument began.

"you are being unbelievably dramatic right now , y/n." he stated, pointedly. you jutted your bottom lip out into a pout, "love is special, lo'ak! it's sacred! don't you want to be held for once in your life?" you retorted.

"I've been held many times."

"yeah. as a baby."

"not true! jackass!"

"how could you call me that? wow! I'm so offended right now. your dad taught you better. oh yeah, your dad and your mom? relationship goals. I don't know how you don't want someone to love after seeing how they treat eachother."

"excuse you! mom tried to kill my dad when they first met!"

"it's peak enemies to lovers!"

"oh my god y/n— okay, maybe I shouldn't have let norm give you those human books."

"you know nothing of the blessings they are."

"you call them blessings? they're not blessed... they're more dumped into lukewarm water that someone thought was holy that ended up being an overhydrated person's piss."

that earned him a slap to the shoulder.

"ow! what the hell?!"

"you are an idiot."

"don't you agree with me atleast a bit though?"

"when have I ever agreed with you?"

"if neteyam has, you probably have."

"that's because neteyam is stupid sometimes."

he gasped , feigning offense at your insult— and then he froze. for a bit. you can only imagine what he was thinking then, because it looked like he was frantically searching for a comeback in his empty mind. then, he snapped his fingers and came up with one— a poorly executed, poor in general one. "you love someone, huh? that's why you think love is sooo special?"

"you lost the argument the moment you snapped your fingers."

"y/nnn! come on! indulge me!"

you looked at him and sighed. part of you was ... impatient. you wanted his heart, and you'd get what you want.

the other part was cowardly. not now. not yet, it screamed.

it seemed you agreed with the former.

"I don't love anyone. love is special because it's special, lo'ak."

"damn, and I thought I'd get to hear a human school girl rant about love. what a waste."

"you insufferable—"

lo'ak was sad.

it was undeniable, really. you read him like a book. if he was one, he'd be your favorite. his deep frown and sore eyes really sent a message— he was crying, the poor boy. it hurt you more than usual. maybe it was because of your newfound love for him that caused this extreme softness, whatever it was— you hated it. you hated the sap you were becoming. he was seated on his marui overlooking the sea alone and usually you'd skip over to him and cheer him up by jabbing at his dad or something — but right now, you wanted to hold him. you wanted to comfort him how lovers would comfort eachother. except you weren't lovers, but if you were— which you wish you were— you wouldn't be so hesitant to comfort him.

you thought of the human saying.

"YOLO."

comfort him it is then.

your steps were slow as your feet led you to him. he let you. he let you, and that meant so much to you. lo'ak only looked at the ocean as you sat next to him, placing your feet into the ocean aswell. you stayed in awkward silence for a bit, but at this point— everything has been awkward. you don't know if he has a gut feeling you like him, and you hope he doesn't, because he'd be right, but you can hope. coughing into your fist, you weren't good at comforting usually. you were better at.. well... tough love.

"...you got yelled at."

"oh, you heard? wow, that's nice. what about it?"

ouch, okay, quick with the venom in his voice. ouch.

"you bonded with the tulkun. the outcast or so they say—"

" you're not listening— he's not an outcast!"

" he's not, yeah, I just said that, skxawng." you interrupted him— which earned a glare. wow, this is going so well. he turned his face away from you, opting for the cold shoulder instead of communicating his struggles. you sigh, once again, tired at how sappy you've been and how sappy you're going to be.

"I listen, you know?" you started. your fingers crawled to lo'aks, and in a moment of desperation to cheer him up and maybe have him fall inlove with you, you place your palm over the back of his hand. "I listen to you. I listen to your every word, lo'ak." you continued. "I will always listen. you may think no one ever does but I do. I listen, and I'll keep listening — I'll keep being here for you, for as long as you'll have me." you gulped. "it's because I love you."

you don't say I love you to eachother.

as he recovered from his initial surprise, he laughed.

you don't say I love you to eachother, so as he replies with how he loves you too— you wonder if he's misinterpreted it.

he did.

he leaned into your shoulder and he misinterpreted your love, and as he responded with an "I love you—" followed by a "you're a good friend."

you can't help but keep your mouth shut, to bite the scream you're about to scream as you're pierced in the heart.

you keep quiet.

"I met somebody." lo'ak told you, pretty eyes shining as he looked at you. he met a girl, you thought. he probably met a girl. wow, girls actually want to meet him?? gnarly. you had to hear about this. still, even in your eagerness, you couldn't help but worry. you couldn't help but think, like a jealous middle schooler, 'oh no! lo'ak hates me and will forget about me in favor of this new girl!' and yeah— maybe that was a bit immature of your mind to make you think, but as you blinked & put on a smile for lo'ak— you excuse your conscience. you're so mature, so mature.

"wow, people want to talk to you?"

yet you're always in for a bit of fun. & fun is seeing his brows furrow in annoyance.

"all people want to talk to me, y/n— but I was talking about tsireya!"

"you mean the pretty girl leagues ahead of you?"

"just shut up and hear me out--"

"getting a bit defensive there."

"stoOooop!–"

you laughed at his whining tone, if anything — you thought , 'this is a good way to distract myself from my crippling insecurities about whether or not I am good enough for lo'ak both as a friend and potential suitor.' yes, it was, atleast, your mood dulled as the thought returned. all lo'ak could do was refuse to notice, and continue ranting about tsireya.

"and- and her eyes, y/n! oh, they're like little oases! they're wonderful!" her eyes are blue, and yours are not. "her smile reminds me of what it's like halfway through the eclipses everyday. her laugh ... is heavenly , y/n. she is eywa sent." lo'ak finished. he sighed, dreamily — resting his elbow on his thigh and his cheek on his palm. you nodded, biting your cheek.

you didn't know he could be this poetic.

you didn't care to know, unless he was spouting porms about you.

"you are sooo sappy..." you mutter, coming off a little irritated. he pauses. "I'm sorry, is there a problem with sappy?" you quirk an eyebrow up, metaphorical walls surrounding you in an attempt to hide the fact you were... just not feeling it today. you couldn't argue with lo'ak right now. not seriously. "there's no problem with sappy—" "no, I'm pretty sure there is one." "there isn't." "somethings wrong, y/n." "nothings wrong, lo'ak." "I disagree. what's up?" "nothing." "I'm serious, y/n." "nothings wrong!" "then why the fuck do you look three seconds away from crying whenever I mention tsireya? is there some type of inferiority complex shit going on here?"

he really shut you up with that one.

you gulped, "you got overwhelming..."

"how'd I get overwhelming? I was like ten sentences in..."

"everything just... started weighing down on me."

"what's everything?"

your mouth goes dry, and for a moment, you reconsider confessing again, "I..." you start,

but you can't seem to go past that letter. not with the words you wanted to, atleast.

"I think I'm a bit stressed."

lo'ak understands you, in some way. he feels the same feelings you feel.

just not the type of feelings you want.

"i don't know what to do, mom." you overheard lo'ak mutter, head resting on neytiri's lap. it wasn't often he'd go to his mother for advice. it wasn't often he'd be this eager , but as neytiri ran her fingers through lo'aks hair— she let out a quiet snicker. "you worry too much , and for the wrong things, ma'itan." she says, her voice a quiet whisper. you stand behind the tree. part of you would retreat, and give them privacy — but ... well— a secret between two will turn into a secret between three. "I worry for reasonable things. what if they don't... love me as much as I love them?" lo'ak suggested– the idea having been stuck in his head for centuries and centuries over— throughout all his other lives. neytiri flicks his forehead, giving an answer she thought was obvious, "then they are foolish."

damn right they are.

lo'ak let's out a quiet laugh at his mother's response. you, however, start nodding aggressively. neytiri hears you, and yet she doesn't bat an eye. she instead chooses to coax lo'ak into talking more about his secret sweetheart. "you talk of them, and yet not about them. I know next to nothing about y/n, lo'ak. and I've seen you with them all your life." you can only gasp, unintentionally loudly, hide, & hope they don't hear you. luckily, lo'ak goes on a rant about you— and that really leaves your loud gasp as nothing but a gust of wind. he talks to his mother about you, laughing and smiling while doing so. "and they're — and they're just so... dreamy, mom! they're like, everything I have ever wanted in a woman! one time, I talked about them to them themselves — and I basically replaced their name with tsireya's— and it worked! I got to ramble about them! I got to ramble about them! they're so cute!"

oh my fuck. everything is falling into place now.

while you space out, a twig snaps. lo'ak snaps his head into your tree. cautiously, he takes up his weapon— ready to risk it all for his mother, who stays there — knowing you mean no harm. when he finally approaches your tree, he sees you. and the knife is discarded immediately.

"oh my fucking — y/n, I didn't know you were a stalker—"

"I didn't know you liked me that way too."

oh my fuck. oh shit. oh my fuck. oh crap. oh horse shit. ohno.nononononononononononononononon- NO. NO- why are you panicking? he likes you back! maybe you're panicking because his mom is right there? no! she's retreated back into her hammock! so why the fuck are you so nervous?

"oh my fuck wait , too?? you like me too?" lo'ak exclaims, near off the hinges. you nod, panicky & extremely scared. he pauses for a bit, seemingly registering that information in his slow head— then he jolts up— "oh shit! MOM! I GOT MYSELF A MATE!" he screams, in a tone so enthusiastic you'd think that he had just successfully hunted a sturmbeest. you near faint at how he had referred to you— "MATE?!" "MATE!" he replies to your call, or what he thought was your call, happily. for the next fifteen minutes, as you sit there flabbergasted having just bagged a wonderful boyfriend, lo'ak is hopping all around you. he giggles, he smiles, he twirls you around, and he professes his love to you, in your face, finally— and he does that multiple times. you seem to have settled in with the fact that you were , basically , his now. and he was yours.

blinded by excitement was what you were.

screaming your lungs out was what you did.

only when neteyam personally came out of the marui did you truly get a taste of what real screaming was— you two ended up being scolded for being too loud. which is weird as neteyam was louder than you were.

"I AM... ON MY LAST STRAW WITH YOU TWO—"

that scolding was definitely a scolding. it was mean. it was loud. it was also full of funny faces that neteyam unintentionally made. it was , still however, a scolding.

a scolding that you & lo'ak walked out of, hand in hand & eyes on eachother— a smile on your faces as you talked of what you'd do next.

just a pair of saps.

.......

ugh, you guys are so sappy.

[praxieuser]

PRAXIE'S SUPER AWESOME SUPER COOL THEORY ABOUT DANIEL BEING IN THE MOB:

because the where the magic awakens discord server seemed to vibe with it, and it's like. a little bit funny.

SPOILERS MAY BE PRESENT! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

as the title says, i thought up a crack theory about the Pages being previously part of / in charge of / otherwise involved in a mob. here is the thought process for how my adhd crack led me down this path:

1.) the headline of the muggle news paper and what it implies

note that the headline is "The Bloody Pages" headlines during the turn of the century were more dramatic, news headlines i've seen are more straight forward if the perpatrators aren't well known. for example: "Father-Son Duo: Mass Heist, Mass Murder" would be what i would expect if the Pages were largely unknown. but they are specifically references by their last name implying the family itself is pretty infamous for this kind of thing. and while i can't quite ascertain this, dad Page and bro Page look like they're dressed in that sort of 20th century gangster style in their picture of them getting arrested: dark coat, dark vest instead of looking like run in the mill burglars with skii masks.

2.) the gravity of their crimes

it's implied that along with a heist, they've committed mass murder. this implies to me that if they killed that much people in one sitting, they either had other people with them OR it was just the two of them but they had firepower, and since this is the UK and not the US, purchasing guns has stricter regulations, especially guns that are something like AK-47s? with the intent of doing harm? the chances are they'll sniff you out.

this to me implies either: they had the power and influence to rally up goons OR they had the money and contacts to smuggle arms

3.) this partially explains kaleena and esme's thing

starting with kaleena, not only does it partially explain her infamy in the wizarding world (imagine, a wizard not only doing magic in front of muggles/to harm muggles but being in a muggle mob?) it also coincides with gridley calling her a world class criminal. maybe she was more underground before marrying daniel's dad, but ended up coming up on the surface as she became more involved in the mob, whichever path, it makes it clear she has experience in criminality

for esme, it explains the "knows more than she lets on" thing she has going on: she knows of her mother's involvement in the mob, but since she was definitely still underage, we can say she was kept farther from it. she probably hasn't seen anything firsthand, but she knows what she knows. we could also say that in general aside from their older brother, the Page kids were kept far away from gang business for there safety: making it so daniel didn't know about the mob

4.) shit i highkey made up but listen that's what you're here for

so then, if kaleena was in the mob, we could say that maybe by the time she had daniel, she decided to be less involved in the frontlines to stay with the kids more since they're a huge vulnerability bc they're in a mob and presumably have a few enemies, but also bc she probably genuinely cared for them. making it so she's very close with daniel, which could explain the strength of daniel's later denial

then we could say that, by the time dad Page and bro Page get arrested, she's old and she's rusty with her magic, since she's been spending most of her time taking care of the kids for a few years, explaining why she gets caught despite being a "world class criminal". but then all daniel would know is his father and brother are the big bad, and his mom just loved them so much she tried to break them out. and since he was still very young, we can say that esme didn't want to tell him the truth bc you try telling your 5 year old brother both of your currently incarcerated parents, one of which is he is very attached to, were mobsters.

and because he's got a whole complex about it by the present time, having The Talk™ with him is even more complicated, especially when esme herself is presumably only somewhere aroumd 17-19 years old and has to juggle taking care of daniel and her own personal struggles brought on by the arrest of her parents

5.) but why doesn't daniel know about the mob in the present time?

could be that he knows his parents are in a mob but doesn't say it bc his whole thing is getting bullied for crimes his family did and he'd rather not pour gasoline on a house on fire, and is under the belief that his mother was there against her will OR that his mother wasn't involved at all, bar her trying to break dad Page and bro Page put of jail.

and thats my delulu corkboard crack theory on why daniel's family is part of the mob. thank you 🚶

[disregardcanon]

yellowjackets disney's descendants au

okay so a quick run down of basic roles. these will not directly correspond to everything but it's a basic framework

how the roles line up

VKs

natalie as mal

jackie as evie

shauna as carlos

van as jay

crystal as dizzy tremaine

AKs

lottie as ben

tai as audrey

jeff as chad charming

misty as jane

laura lee as rapunzel and eugene's daughter <3

akilah as tai's best friend in auradon tiana and naveen's daughter. if she has a corresponding role it's probably lonnie?

mari is a madrigal who hates singing. absolutely ABHORS IT

coach martinez as the tourney coach who is also the coach from airbud because i think that's HILARIOUS.

airbud as dude the dog

travis and javi don't really have corresponding canon roles but they're here and i love them

okay so. here is The Vision

lottie has recently been given the crown of auradon. this is due to absentee parenting from king malcolm and his wife, who are off doing vacations because they had so much fairy tale bullshit over the course of their lives. queen charlotte the first decides that it's unfair for the children of the isle of the lost to suffer for the actions of their parents and does some research about who would be the best to invite to move to auradon to test out a relocation program.

tai is the daughter of sleeping beauty who has issues with supernatural sleepwalking, presumably a strange holdover from her mother's curse. she's not entirely sold on lottie's idea, but she tries to give it a chance, at least. if there's anyone who feels stifled by every bit of auradon's pomp and circumstance and Why Don't You Find a Nice Prince or Nobleman to Settle Down With? it's tai.

lottie, tai, akilah, laura lee, and mari are The Tourney Girls. there are some other extras out there but they are the main ones. airbud is the next most important player. he doesn't talk he's just there barking and being Amazing At The Game. travis is there but he hates it. like, absolutely HATES IT. he is so bad at tourney but there aren't enough good players for his dad not to have an excuse to make him play. tai akilah and mari really resent him for Being There, Sucking, laura lee is kind because she feels like she has to be, but lottie actually really likes him. she doesn't talk shit so travis talks nothing but shit. For Her

javi is always around just chilling in the stands and drawing. he goes to the attached auradon middle school.

misty wants to be the equipment manager and do lots of Cool Things TM for Cool People TM but her mom wants her to do certain fairy things. and she HATES IT.

okay so our VKs

natalie- okay so natalie is mal but she has a different backstory. maleficent did not want to deal with raising a kid, but since abortion does not exist in descendants, she dropped the kid off with her dad and peaced out. the dad was clayton from tarzan and natalie never knows who her biological mom is because her canon mom is around and married to clayton. things go basically the same as yellowjackets canon where a year before the events of descendants clayton is beating her step mom and nat gets the gun and he accidentally puts a bullet through his own head. her "step mom" that she never knew wasn't her bio mom throws her out on the streets with nothing but the name of her bio mom and nat, angry and hurting, goes directly to maleficent's lair. maleficent, who never wanted to have a child, is more than happy to have an angry, powerful teenager who presumably killed her shitty ex.

jackie is evie and mrs. taylor is the evil queen. she grows up with all of evie's Must Be Perfect Wonderful Wife conditioning, the knack for poisoning and subtle manipulation, and the love of fashion, but she has source of solace in-

shauna, from a narrative standpoint, is carlos. she's not cruella's daughter, though. shauna is the daughter of one of cruella's goons (take your pick). on the isle there is a very strong expectation that henchkids become henchmen, and this, of course, does NOT work for shauna shipman and her sixteen different complexes. her dad tries to conscript her into following around and doing cruella's kid's bidding at a young age, and it... does not work for her. she has a violent little outburst and then runs away, living on the street and killing animals to eat for a while. she finds jackie instead. perfect, wonderful, Almost Fit for Auradon princess jackie. they clump together and shauna moves into their castle, under the pretense that she's become jackie's handmaiden. (a princess needs a handmaiden, darling). this chafes too, but with jackie's insistence that it's not true, not their real relationship, not anything tangible, it's a lot easier to ignore. they go to school together everyday at the weird little isle school, and shauna is the top of their class. it's hard for that to feel like it matters, though, when the biggest currency in the outside world is fear and the biggest currency inside is Being Jackie. the resentment still happens and chafes, but it's just simmering. it won't boil over until auradon.

van, from a narrative standpoint, is jay, but she's the daughter of madam medusa from rescuers rather than jafar because. van is so white it could blind you. madam medusa has a junk shop just like she did in the world before the isle, and van spends a lot of her time super athletically stealing for it with a lot of parkour. her mother spends all the time she isn't running the shop collapsed on the couch, just like in van's canon. she doesn't really have anyone her own age until natalie, daughter of maleficent, starts upending the power structures on the island and she decides she wants in. they become fast friends, but it's always "second" and "commander", because van never met a power dynamic that she didn't jump on. they also try their hardest to make things as good as possible for the isle kids in their area, but they refuse to admit that. come on, and look weak? dumb

jackie and shauna end up with nat and van pretty soon after they become a They. natalie wrests control of the taylor castle from jackie's mother and the evil queen refuses to surrender, leading to a bitter siege. jackie and shauna finally come out to try to broker a surrender, but natalie steps on jackie's toes and then jackie turns from Perfect Princess to Top Tier Bitch. and then she's like oh shit oh shit oh sHIT i pissed off maleficent's daughter this is going to be-

and shauna's back here getting her hunting knife out like sure, maleficent's daughter might have magic but if she DIES first then she can't use it- and nat just laughs. boisterous, delighted laughter.

"i think this castle's already got a queen." then she glances over to shauna's no longer concealed knife. "maybe two?" they both blush.

natalie, feared daughter of maleficent, setting the isle into a chaos it hasn't known in more than a decade, holds out a hand.

"Truce?" she asks. then suddenly natandvan becomes natandvanandjackieandshauna and they have half the isle under their collective thumb.

but then the invitation comes from queen charlotte for four children to move to auradon, and suddenly maleficent, who is still the most powerful person on the isle, has a single, itsy bitsy favor to demand from the daughter she so kindly took in after her father's death. who she taught to wield the magic she barely knew existed, who she loved and cherished and fed and clothed-

and a plot to steal the blue fairy's wand and dismantle the barrier is born.

how things go in auradon

natalie is torn between what she feels she owes to her mother and the other denizens of the isle, her friends (who are the most important in this equation), and then her emerging feelings for lottie. lottie who is so kind and who trusts her and is trying so hard for her and her friends, who she's so attracted to but is just using (right, that's all this is? right????) who is trying to make her own shitty society better too.

jackie is finally in the land of the royals and is trying to put all that life training to good use, but it's not... really working. we have something resembling the chad plot with jeff and something resembling the doug plot with laura lee, who thinks that jackie is very kind and deserves to be treated better (though their relationship isn't romantic). shauna is standing at the sidelines and crossing her arms and pouting. fine! if jackie wants to get her heart broken by this dumb auradon boy be my guest! i'll just. go do something else. fuck you

shauna and van both join the tourney team, because it's part of their collective How to Infiltrate Auradon Society and Get Lottie's Good Graces plan. also because shauna is very angry right now and needs a physical outlet and van has been cooped up for too long and is gonna go crazy. they're both good enough to make it and travis is like FUCK YEAH I'M FREEEEEEEE

his dad is very upset about this but shauna and van are way better than him already and it's hard to justify making his son do something the kid doesn't want to when there are better options and the nepotism isn't even wanted.

shauna and javi become friends and she encourages his interest in art like. huh. wouldn't it have been nice to have one singular adult who was nice to me? and then does not examine it beyond that. shauna also befriends tai, who tries to show her all of the things auradon has to offer because shauna is the most obviously Intelligent TM of the isle kids.

van flirts with tai a lot, but neither of them make a lot of progress with that because tai is pretty closeted and van is. not trying as desperately as shauna to try to be acceptable TM here.

by the end of the movie, they all decide that they don't want to use the wand to burst the barrier and talk with lottie about ways to help the other kids integrate over here in auradon instead. lottienat happens first, taivan happens second after van starts to commit to being in auradon and tai starts to commit to Going Against Dumb Auradon Rules like Homophobia (I'M A PRINCESS DAMN IT) and learn more about what's up with her sleepwalking with van and also nat. it takes a really long time for jackie and shauna to work things out because jackie keeps trying to force things with prince jeff and shauna finds better uses of her time and energy than worrying about it, but eventually they come together too. and crystal comes too! and she and misty become besties. and misty does not do any insane things, thnx

[ackerfics]

pahinga (lock pt. 2) — eren jaeger

— eren jaeger x female reader (modern au | lock au)

— content: both a mother's and father's day special <3 just family time with the lock family without the chaos

— summary: pahingá [noun] rest; repose; a safe haven where you can feel the most peaceful, for some it is a place but for most, it takes the form of the person you want to see at the end of the day — someone that can make you forget the exhausting world. comes from the root word, hingá, which means breathe. (used in a sentence: ikaw ang aking pahingá.)

— word count: 7.2k

— notes: for those who want lock pt. 2, here it is !!! though, it doesn't contain the chaotic side of this family, it still shows the dynamic between parents and kids. i, for one, feel better when my mom or dad is willing to listen to me (when i don't find their moods disheartening, that is). fun fact: all of these scenarios happened to me in real life except for one (it's obvious which one it is dhjddj). this was supposed to be posted on mother's day but with me being preoccupied because of uni, i never got to finish it. soooo, enjoy reading this and have an amazing day <33

lock can be read here !!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! masterlist

1.

Everybody was already picked up by their parents but Ezra was still waiting by one of the canopied benches lining his elementary school.

Tumultuous raindrops fell on the roof of his little shelter as he was staring at a single point his entire wait. It has been an hour since his classes were postponed because of the unexpected storm. His classmates were gone so long ago and all little Ezra could do was sit by himself, praying that his dad or mom’s car rolled into the parking lot of the school. The top of his head became wet from running all the way to the front of the huge double door entrance because he left his raincoat by their living room’s low table. Ezra sniffed, his tears spilling on his cheeks like how the rain continuously pounded on the ground, and his fists wrapped around the straps of his Pochacco backpack while thinking of the worst things imaginable.

Did his mom forget about him? Was it because his younger brothers needed her more than him?

Ezra sobbed now. He knew that by entering elementary school, he would spend less time with his parents, the very people who he looked up to. He didn’t want to be far from you and Eren.

Aran was in his last year of pre-school and Caspian just started zooming through every corner of the house. Ezra was the only one among his brothers whose school was so far away from home. Was this going to be the day his parents left him behind? He continued crying, his fists covering his eyes and his sobs drowned out by the rain. It was getting cold and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle close to you, his mom.

He jumped at a sudden flash of light in the sky, covering his ears when the clap of thunder shook the earth.

“Ezra, sweetheart!” 

Your voice was quiet in the thunder but Ezra heard it the moment you uttered the first syllable of his name.

The little boy looked up and saw you running towards him with a clear umbrella over your head. It looked like you came straight from work. Your appearance was frazzled — hair askew from the tidy bun you always sported every single day, locks of it tumbling over your shoulder unbound, and your suit jacket hastily put on your person. You looked so distraught at the sight of your baby sitting alone under a canopy with his wet clothes and teary face. Curse one of the higher-ups in your office for breathing over your neck every minute. You didn’t even manage to send a text to Eren because of your boss’ policy of no phones during work hours. With the storm slowly becoming destructive as the afternoon passed by, your boss had no choice but to relieve everyone from work. Which was why you hastily went out of your office, the first thing in your mind was Ezra. It was a stroke of luck that Aran didn’t have any class for the day. Thank his teacher for predicting the future.

Despite your frantic state, Ezra felt safe. “Mommy!” He cried while opening his arms and hopping off the bench. 

You immediately kneeled under the canopy and let Ezra run in your arms. He cried on your shoulder, wrenching your heart in the worst way possible. You repeatedly kissed his temple, whispering, “Mommy’s here. I got you, sweetie.”

“I’m scared,” he kept saying.

You rubbed his back in rhythmic circles. “I know, I know. I’m so sorry for not coming sooner.” Ezra’s cries didn’t stop so you pulled away from the hug to meet his eyes. You cupped his chubby cheek with your palm and smiled. “Hey, baby, you don’t have to worry — I’m right here now. Follow my breathing, okay?” He nodded at your words. Then, you took a deep breath in, the little boy following your actions, and you exhaled alongside him. Even though it was a shaky sigh, he managed to calm down almost instantly. You repeated the actions until his breaths no longer trembled. “You’re doing so good, sweetie.” Your hands never stopped running over his arms, transferring heat from your palms to his icy skin. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

Ezra nodded with a small yet bright smile.

“Give me your bag and put this jacket on. Come here.” The boy wrapped his arms around your neck after you put on his backpack. With a steady hand over his bottom and head, you lifted him in your arms. “Up you go. Now, does hot chocolate sound awesome?”

“Yeah!”

“Hold tight on Mommy, okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Then, to home, we go!”

2.

“Relax, honey,” Eren whispered to you, his large hand covering your shaking one. “If you’re going to cry, I’m crying, too. I don’t think these people will appreciate the two of us sobbing at our son’s graduation.” He stopped talking when he heard someone cry behind him. Guess it was okay to cry at this event, then.

“Look at him, Ren.” You wiped your teary eyes with your hand.

Eren followed your finger to Aran standing at the side of the stage clad in his elementary uniform thrown underneath his deep emerald graduation gown. The brunet grinned at the scene of his second eldest trying to straighten his graduation gown. Your husband knew that you were about to cry because this is the second time any of your children would have to go to a farther school. The more he stared at Aran talking to one of his classmates in the line for elementary diplomas, the more he understood your sentiments.

And it was all because of your hard work as the mother of his children that another one would be taking the stage as the valedictorian.

Very much like how you help Ezra with his homework and projects, you helped Aran with his schoolwork throughout elementary school despite having a full-time job at the local city hall. Not only did you teach them how to study, but you also reminded them that someday they'll have to do this alone — studying for their academics. You were never hard on them when they made a mistake in calculating their divisions or fractions nor were you too drilling about the theories necessary for a sixth-grader. Instead, Eren watched you by the counter island, a loving smile on his lips while you maintained patience like no other. (That was until Caspian banged one of the frying pans while waiting for dinner did Eren stop staring at you like a lovesick fool.)

“I’m so proud of him, Ren,” you gushed, hand on your chest. “I know we saw Ez up there a year ago but I think that fact made me even more emotional.”

Eren chuckled. “I know, Liebe.” He pressed a kiss on your temple. “Middle school may be a different world but that’s the thing. They’re growing up now.”

That alone made you pout. “They’re growing up, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eren agreed, rubbing his hand on your arm.

“I just wish I could prevent them from doing so.”

“Me, too, Liebe. Me, too.”

Aran met your gaze from the side of the stage. The boy brightened at you and enthusiastically raised his arm in the air to give you a wave. You returned the gesture with a warm smile. Satisfied with your response, he went back to talking to his classmate, the elated glint in his eyes reflecting his father’s.

Then, the graduation started.

Because J was a later letter, you could hear one of your kids whining even without them doing it yet.

“Mommy, how much longer?” Caspian complained beside you. He planted his head on your lap, which earned a squawk from Ezra, who’s beside him since his feet would dangle on his older brother’s carefully-ironed pants.

You laughed at his puffy cheeks, pinching them while answering, “Just wait a little bit, okay?”

“Will we go to that fancy restaurant with the tall ice cream sundaes after this?”

“Of course, it’s a celebration after all.” You ran your fingers through Caspian’s hair, making him nuzzle more onto your lap. That fancy restaurant was where you and your family frequented whenever there was something worthy of a celebration. Usually, your and Eren’s friends also tagged along, especially since the owner was an ex-boyfriend of one of your best friends. Some might say it was going to be awkward but Sasha was passed that and was happily dating Mikasa, not to mention Niccolo was such a sweetheart since you were in college. Plus, he offered free sides and dishes — you could say it was a win.

“It’s already the letter H, little man,” Eren chimed, leaning over you to poke his youngest’s nose. “You can have your ice cream parfaits sooner than expected.”

“Jaeger, Aran.”

Cheers erupted in your row. Connie, Jean, and Sasha all stood up and whooped with their hands cupped at the sides of their mouths. Mikasa even joined in the cheers, preferring to sit rather than follow her girlfriend and friends’ example. You and Eren laughed at the standing ovation while Armin only shook his head, still clapping nonetheless. Ezra managed a chuckle, thankful that he wasn’t the one looking at the crowd with an embarrassed face this time around. Cassie, on the other hand, jumped at the loud cheers and glared at the three who disrupted his dozing moment. Eren cupped his hands over his son’s ears because it looked like the little boy was plotting on using his toy soldiers against them. People were looking at your group as if they ate something remotely sour. As Connie said, it sucked to be them. 

Aran shakily smiled at all of you after transferring his string to the other side of his cap. You could see that his cheeks were flaming at the whoops emanating from his aunts and uncles.

As the names dwindled to the last person in Aran’s batch list, it was now time for the top students’ speeches. Eren perked up in his seat, with you putting a hand on his arm while preventing a laugh. Your husband took out his phone, ready to record every single word of your son’s well-crafted speech (it was made with the help of Ezra, who took perfection to the next level among your children). Everybody in your friend group was excited to hear the valedictory address.

“And now for this batch’s valedictorian — please, kindly take the stage, Aran Jaeger.”

Polite applause enveloped the venue. Aran felt his chest pound along with every step he took towards the stage and at every clap echoing around him. His hands were clammy and he was gulping faster in a minute. The butterflies in his stomach were anything but fluttering, nerves pooling in every crevice of his body. His mind opened and his speech flew out of his head with the ticking hands of his wristwatch. It worsened when he finally stood behind the podium, hundreds of faces staring up at him in anticipation. Aran could see Ezra raising his thumb next to his face, an encouraging smile on his big brother’s lips. That didn't help.

So, he turned to the one person he knew would quell the woes of public speaking from his system — you.

Your warm gaze, a color that was similar to his yet so different at the same time, was trained on him. Aran knew he only stood there for mere seconds but time seemed to slow down as you presented him with a gentle, tender smile. You took a deep breath in and a knowing spark tickled his chest. He followed the action as silently as possible. The nervousness that he felt minutes prior with an exhale — magic only you could conjure without lifting a hand or uttering any incantations. 

The microphone picked up the small gasp he did while closing his eyes.

Aran parted his mouth and started speaking.

3.

“Mommy,” Caspian murmured, tugging on the edge of your blouse.

“Yes, pumpkin?” You faced your youngest after talking to one of the mothers attending the soccer tournament.

He fiddled with his gloved hands. “I can’t do this.”

“Oh, pumpkin,” you placed a hand over his fidgeting ones and looked him in the eye. “Why do you think so?”

Caspian looked around the grassy field that was transformed for the soccer game thrown by his elementary school. There were so many third-grade kids mingling with each other, sharing stories about how they got the newest Nerf guns or the latest phones in their matching uniforms. They all looked confident enough for this game. He then tilted down his head to stare at his cleats, brows furrowed and pout visible on his lips. “What if I mess up? What if we lose because of me?”

You turned to Eren, who was beside you, only to find him preoccupied with Aran’s Rubix cube and Ezra leaning against him while reading an assigned book from his English class. As much as the sight endeared you, you needed his help because he was the one who played a lot of sports the entirety of his life (well, since the moment he entered elementary school, that is). Letting your husband and other kids are, you focused your attention on your gloomy son. You cup his cheek, your thumb stroking the skin underneath his eye.

“Do you trust Mommy?” you asked him.

Caspian adorably nodded his head.

With your smile widening at his response, you continued, “I know you’re going to be so amazing out there. You practiced a lot with Daddy, right?” He nodded again. “Didn’t he tell you so many compliments because you caught every single ball he kicked? We’ve seen you play in so many practices, pumpkin, and there’s never a moment that we thought you were going to mess it up.” At your every word, Caspian’s face brightened until he was beaming in front of you. “Now, how does our little ace feel?”

Caspian giggled when you tickled his sides. “Better!”

Your son’s coach was doing the role call. There was no trace of nervousness on Caspian’s face when he faced you again, his puppy dog eyes staring at you with anticipation instead. You took a deep breath in and he followed the action. Both of you exhaled at the same time and you couldn’t have felt so proud in your life. “Are you ready, pumpkin?”

He looked so alive after the little gesture you two shared. “Yeah!”

You chuckled and showered his cheeks with so many kisses. “That’s my boy.”

Eren popped his head over your shoulder. “Hey, little man, are you feeling alright?”

Caspian’s hair bounced as he nodded. “Mommy helped me calm down, Dad.”

“How about this? After this game, we’re going to eat your favorite ice cream sundae.”

“Really?!”

“As many orders as you want, Cassie.”

“You’re the best, Dad!” Caspian exclaimed before kissing your cheek and Eren’s. “I love you, Mommy!” He then ran towards his coach.

You slowly turned to Eren, who was wearing a smile while looking at his mini-me. “I can’t believe he called you the best just because you offered to buy him all the ice cream sundaes for the afternoon.” Despite your words, your face looked amused.

Eren chuckled, leaning in to plant a kiss on your temple. “Nah, your encouragement for our little Cassie is definitely the best. I just used the most obvious tactic to make him even happier.” He sighed, a smile present on his lips. Eren placed his chin on your shoulder, humming a made-up tune while watching the first few minutes of the game. You both could hear Aran shout ‘go, Cassie’, Ezra joining him even though he was holding the camera. Eren grinned at his two other sons. “Look, our baby boy never takes his eyes off the ball. That’s our Cassie!” He lifted his head from your shoulder to yell the cheer.

And when you happily watched your son play the goalkeeper. He might not save every ball this time but you knew that he gave it his best. Your heart swelled with summer butterflies when Caspian’s brilliant viridian eyes met yours, pure happiness radiating around him.

4.

There was no distinct chorus of ‘I’m home’ coming from the front door when Ezra and Aran came home from school.

As the door closed, pounding footsteps ran up the stairs. You were about to check what was wrong when Aran slowly walked under the opened arch of the kitchen with a troubled look on his face. You wiped your hands on your apron. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”

Aran gulped, not meeting your eyes as he stared down at the smooth wooden panels of the floor. His bag was still on his shoulders and his sock-covered feet shuffled as if he was buying time. “Uh.” He accidentally caught Caspian looking in his direction from one of the counter stools of the kitchen island, the younger boy expressing his curiosity with thick furrowed eyebrows and a frown. Aran only pursed his lips to answer the boy’s silent question. “You see, Mom, uhm.”

“Did something happen at school?” You carefully asked, giving Aran your full attention.

Your second eldest rubbed the back of his neck. “I think it has something to do with their honors list. Their class just got theirs.”

Your mouth formed an ‘oh’ in understanding. You quickly turned back to the kitchen cupboards, opening up shelves and taking out the necessary ingredients to make a certain snack. “Thank you for telling me, sunshine,” you told him over your shoulder. “You can use the TV to play games today, just make sure you’re wearing your glasses!” You shouted when you heard his footsteps receding and heading towards the family room. Aran yelled a ‘yes, Mom’, a reply that you found satisfactory before you busy yourself with making macaroni and cheese.

Usually, you weren’t around the house when the kids got home from school but when you were, you refrained from cooking anything at that hour because you would be at the grocery store in preparation for dinner and breakfast the next morning. Today was one of those rare days where you had an early off-time and Eren volunteered to do the grocery shopping. You also had more time on your hands since your higher-ups in the city hall didn’t assign that much paperwork for the rest of the weekend. While you waited for the macaroni and cheese to finish baking, you felt a homely embrace wrap around your waist, the smell of cinnamon and sandalwood making you smile as you cut some garlic bread. Eren’s chuckle tickled your right ear, with him burying his face in the crook of your neck. His smile on your skin ignited a swarm of monarchs inside your ribcage even after years of being married to him. He swayed you to the humming of a love song he just heard on the radio on the way home.

“I’m home, Liebling,” Eren tenderly murmured to your ear, his lips brushing over your earlobe.

“Welcome home, darling,” you replied with a huge smile.

Eren’s grin lit up his eyes. He dipped his head down and met your lips with his as if they were puzzle pieces that were made to fit with each other. His hold on you tightened, pulling you closer to his chest until you could feel his heartbeat on your back. The both of you separated for air, centimeters as the distance between your lips. The warmth on your face spread as Eren leaned again to slant his lips with yours. He playfully bit your bottom lip before speaking close to you so that you could feel his breath, “God, I love you so fucking much, Liebling.”

“I love you just as much, darling,” you hummed.

Eren giggled, flowers erupting inside him at those words. He watched you cut the garlic bread, his chin resting on your shoulder as if it belonged there. “What are you making? It’s too early to start cooking dinner.”

“This is for Ezra,” you answered, putting the cut bread pieces on a small platter.

Eren turned to her with a worried scrunch on his face. “What happened?”

“Their honors list came out.”

“Usually, he’d tell us if it did.”

You paused with your hands resting on the counter idly. “Well, this time, he went straight up to his room.”

Understanding dawned on Eren. Without you telling him outright about the results of the honors list, he could tell from your concerned expression that they didn’t align with Ezra’s expectations at all. He sighed, slumping on you more now that he knew the reason why you were cooking a container of baked macaroni and cheese. The smell was mouthwatering and it was still in the oven, for God’s sake. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

The look on your face was enough to make Eren swoon. Your eyes widened in a way that reminded him of an adorable cat — pupils blown and entire facial features set in a soft, cuddly state that had him clutching his chest in his mind. “Really? You would do that?”

“Well, you already cooked him his favorite food, I might as well let you rest.”

“Thank you, Ren.”

“Anything for our little family, Liebe.”

With that, Eren went up the stairs with a tray of macaroni and cheese, garlic bread, and a tall glass of iced tea (with a slice of lemon pinching the rim) half an hour later. He wasn’t one to talk to his boys when they were upset. It was mainly you. Which meant that they gained a much closer relationship with you rather than him. It broke his heart a little but it was downright heartwarming seeing Ezra, Aran, and Caspian cuddle up to you for random moments of comfort. He vividly remembered jokingly asking them which parent they would choose while preparing to drive to Disneyland in two cars. The three of them chose you. It was safe to say that Eren stood in front of the family’s second car with a pained smile on his face. In the end, you told him you five were riding in the same car anyway so he shouldn’t beat himself up over it even though he dug his grave.

However, that didn’t mean he never knew how to talk to his boys. 

He stopped in front of Ezra’s door and tried to grasp the tray with one arm. With a full minute of him making sure that your hard work didn’t topple from the tray, Eren knocked on his eldest son’s door. The wait wasn’t that long because he heard a faint, “It’s unlocked,” from inside the room.

The sight that welcomed Eren upon entering Ezra’s room pinched the former’s heart.

Ezra rarely cried. It was something Eren observed on him ever since he outgrew the phase where the little boy mostly spent his nights between you and him in the master bedroom, especially on thundering, stormy ones. On days that he felt the need to let out a tear or two, the boy would simply look into space until he couldn’t feel the burning behind his eyes and throat. Most of the time, Eren would rub his back and in the rest of those times, your arm was wrapped around your eldest in a comforting manner. Eren never understood the concept of bottling up emotions and older siblings since he was the youngest in his family. One thing he did see though was Zeke and Mikasa doing the exact thing as Ezra — never showing emotions even when they knew it was perfectly okay to spill them, knowing that their home would be more than willing to catch them. Now, Eren respected his older siblings but he didn’t want their mannerisms plastered on his son. It hurt him just thinking about it.

However, the moment Eren closed the door with a push of his back, Ezra hastily sniffed and wiped his eyes. The teenage boy turned so that his back was facing his father.

Without saying a word, Eren walked toward his son’s bed. He let him be while placing the tray of food on Ezra’s nightstand. A small sigh came out of the brunet. This would be a tough afternoon. The bed’s mattress dipped at Eren’s weight. Ezra’s silent sobs colored the entire room blue and Eren knew it was better if he let him cry it out until he had no energy to. He simply raked his fingers through his soft hair — a thing he did for his boys when they were younger and dozed off on his chest in the family room. The entire time, his body was angled so that he was giving Ezra apt attention. If the man had to brag about something, it would be his patience because raising three boys with you would ultimately require it.

“You okay, buddy?” Eren asked Ezra once the boy sat against the headboard.

Ezra sniffed, staring at his lap with his fingers fidgeting. “Are you disappointed in me?”

The man sat up straight, his face blatantly showing how perplexed he was.

“I know I disappointed my teachers.” Ezra glanced at Eren from the corner of his eye. “They told me they couldn’t believe it.” Fresh tears start building up in Ezra’s eyes. “I mean … I couldn’t believe it either.” There was a pause and the boy’s voice wavered, “I studied so hard this semester.” I don’t know where I went wrong. I worked so hard, and knowing that it wasn’t enough in the end … It hurts so much, Dad. I’m so angry at the teachers, and my classmates who earned their spot on the honors list, but above all, I’m so angry at myself for not pushing myself harder to be there with them. All I want is to make you and Mom proud.”

Eren placed a hand on the back of Ezra’s head. “Buddy, buddy.” The boy was hyperventilating while spewing out words that made Eren’s chest clench. His son’s distinct irises met with his. Eren whispered, “Breathe, buddy.”

The two of them inhaled and exhaled at the same time.

“One more time, bud,” Eren told him.

Ezra followed his father’s rhythm of breathing until he felt freer than earlier.

“Better?” The man asked. Ezra nodded and that was enough for him to pull his son in a side hug. The boy leaned his head on his shoulders. “Can I tell you something?” A hum was what Eren received as a reply. “You always make me and your mom proud. Every single day since you were born — you are our pride and joy. Nothing can change that, especially a list of students from your school.”

Eren rubbed the teenager’s shoulder with a firm squeeze.

“We know that academic achievement is the main focus, seeing as you’re in school and all, and it’s true that you’re required to do well so that you can have a secure educational background in the future. But, Ez,” Eren locked eyes with a teary Ezra, “you are so much more than some measly remarks from your teachers or your grades. They don’t define who you are as a person. I, for one, think you’re the most hardworking kid out there and your teachers don’t see that — to hell with them. The fact that you stay up all night trying to learn a mathematical equation or memorize the entire periodic table, the fact that you do well and do not get distracted, and the fact that you also help your little brothers in their classes — I could not possibly be prouder.

“Now, are we cool? Are you feeling any better?”

Ezra’s lips wobbled but he still managed a smile. “You’re so awesome, Dad.”

The brunet’s heart swelled and a large smile became the result of it. He leaned down and kissed Ezra on the forehead. “And you’re so amazing, our little bean. Oh, and before I forget, your mom made some mac and cheese.”

Ezra had stars in his eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Eren handed him the bowl of mac and cheese. “She whipped it up the moment you got home.”

The boy stuffed his face with a spoonful of his comfort food. “She makes the best mac and cheese ever.”

“I know, right?”

“You wanna have a bite, Dad?”

“Nah, it’s your bowl — you deserve to have it all to yourself.”

Ezra was having none of that so he rolled his eyes. “Here you go, Dad.”

Eren laughed at a spoon filled with mac and cheese hovering in front of his mouth. He was about to decline but the teenager narrowed his eyes at him. “Okay, okay.” Your cooking never fails to feel like home. “Mmm. Still delicious the first time I tried it in her college dormitory.”

From beyond the door, you smiled, forehead pressed on the doorframe and hand feeling the mellow song being played in your heart. Tears were shed, feelings were bared, but you knew that they would be alright in the end. The person who held your heart was someone who loved too much and he would do anything for those who he showered them to, that included your children — most especially your children with him. All was well and it was because of Eren Jaeger.

5.

“Mister Jaeger, this is the school doctor. I just wanted to let you know that Caspian sprained his left foot and wrist earlier during lunch. You’re his emergency contact in the student records and he requested to have you pick him up. Thank you.”

He was borderline going over the speed limit. The frantic, tumultuous beating inside his chest never calmed even as he overtook a truck in front of him. Maybe that contributed to how fast his heartbeat was. The polaroid of his family and air freshener was swaying like a pendulum at his speed. There was no way he was going to slow down when he received a call from the school about Caspian. Eren thanked the deities above that there was no traffic even though it was lunchtime. He definitely didn’t want the rush hour to make him late when his son was hurting inside his school’s clinic.

Eren already contacted you about the situation. He had to lower the volume in the car because you shouted so loud in worry, threatening one of your officemates to let you off work just to pick Caspian up. Your husband had to calm you down in a steady voice, telling you that he got it covered. He felt the same way as you but Eren was more on the frustrated side. Of course, his top priority was his son’s safety but the impulsivity from when he was young told him to bring this matter to the principal’s office. Caspian was the most careful child there was. Being the baby in the family, he was more on the sheltered side. With a doting mother, protective dad, and attentive older brothers, it was safe to say that Caspian was the most loved kid in the city. It was even a miracle that he joined the sports team in his school. The number of times you fuss over his injuries because he tried blocking a soccer ball using his face.

So, while walking towards the clinic in his dress shirt, his tie discarded before getting out of the car, he was plotting to hunt down the kid who hurt his little boy.

“Oh, no,” Eren breathed out.

On one of the many blinding white clinic beds was a little boy of ten. Tears kept making tracks on his chubby face, his hiccups coming every so often as he cried for his parents to be there faster. Caspian’s wrist and foot were encased in compression wrap, with his arm snug in a sling. It was seen that every little movement hurt him because he let out tiny yelps while trying to make himself comfortable on the clinic bed. His butt was starting to hurt waiting for his dad to come barging into the clinic. Right when he was about to sob, Caspian heard the door open with a bang, pants coming from the clinic’s entrance rang out the large room.

Caspian looked up from the daisy sticker on his compression wrap. “Papa,” he cried, which caught the attention of the school doctor.

“Mister Jaeger, you’re finally here,” the doctor greeted him.

“Yeah,” the said man numbly nodded, his eyes never straying from Caspian’s. He sighed while making a beeline to his son. “Oh, little man.” He sat on his hunches in front of Caspian, looking up at him with downturned eyebrows. “What happened?” Eren wiped the tears flowing on his son’s fluffy cheeks.

“It hurts, Papa,” Caspian cried. It has been a while since Cassie called him that. The boy claimed he was too old for it. As much as the term tickled his heart, reaching his lips in a smile; he knew that it was at the expense of his son’s safety. “I want this to stop.”

Eren nodded, his hand rubbing the back of Caspian’s head. “I know, I know, little man.”

He saw that Caspian was starting to lose air from crying too much so he cupped both of the boy’s cheeks with his large palms. The warmth from his hands made Caspian stare into the same viridian eyes you love seeing on Eren every day when you wake up to strawberry skies. Eren breathed in, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling it through his mouth. It would be unconventional to have Caspian follow through with breathing with the nose since the boy has been crying since before he came to his aid. The breathing exercises managed to stop Caspian’s hyperventilation, the drops of starlight dripping from the boy’s eyes turned into drying tracks as he shared a mirrored smile with his father.

The brunet man affectionately pinched Caspian’s chin. “Does it still hurt so badly?”

Caspian sniffled. “A little bit,” he murmured under his breath in a pout.

Eren lowly laughed. “Can you handle it?”

The boy nodded, the pout still present on his lips. “Now that you’re here, Papa, I can handle it.”

“That’s my boy,” Eren softly told him. “Can you wait a few minutes so that I can talk to the doctor?” Caspian once again nodded and Eren stood up straight from his hunches. He ruffled his son’s hair as tenderly as possible, pinching his ear just like when he pinched his chin. Eren sat down on the chair angled in front of the doctor’s desk. “What exactly happened?” He asked the man in the blinding white laboratory coat. 

“He was pushed on the stairs, Mister Jaeger,” the doctor informed. “That’s what the witnesses gathered. Caspian’s class was going to the gym for P.E. and you know how rowdy elementary school kids are. One thing led to another, Caspian was pushed by one of his classmates while transferring to the gymnasium. It was a nasty fall, Mister Jaeger. He could’ve broken his foot if he didn’t prevent his fall with his hand.”

Eren’s eyes became hooded. “Who was the kid who pushed my son?”

“Don’t worry, Mister Jaeger, he is currently facing the principal for this matter. Most likely, he would be suspended from school for a month maximum. If it weren’t an accident, it would be a direct expulsion.”

“Hmm.” Eren crossed his arms over his chest, his arms straining inside his dress shirt.

“The child will be facing punishment, Mister Jaeger. As for Caspian, you can make an ice bath for his feet and constantly apply a cold compress on his wrist. Don’t let him do strenuous activities to prevent the injury from getting worse. The healing process should be within two weeks to a month.”

“Got it, Doc.”

“Caspian is excused for the entire day. You can bring him home now.”

Eren nodded before standing up, his hands patting his slacks from invisible dust. “Thank you for patching him up, Doc.” 

“You’re welcome, Mister Jaeger. It’s just my job.”

The brunet smiled at the doctor. He then made his way towards Caspian and went back to sitting on his hunches to meet his boy’s eyes. “You ready to go home, little man? Is it alright if I carry you? Okay, up we go.”

Eren was a tall man with the right muscles sculpting his body. Carrying a ten-year-old kid who wasn’t that bigger than him when he was that age proved to be an easy feat in itself. With Caspian’s bag slung on one of his shoulders, Eren made sure he wouldn’t jostle Caspian’s injury. Even as he placed him in the passenger seat and securely put the seatbelt on him, Eren was still gentle. The entire time, he could see that his mini-me had been warily glancing at him, most likely expecting him to explode and scold him for being reckless again. Eren wanted none of that. Yes, Caspian needed someone to tell him to be more careful but he was hurt this time. Real bad. And Eren was supposed to be the cool dad who never got angry unless his kids really did something horrendous like blow up a school building. Thank God that would never happen. (Except that one time Aran caused a fire in his year’s science laboratory. That was a different story. It was you who went to the school, not Eren.) His little boy needed comfort and probably more pampering from you.

The brunet regarded Caspian with a small smile. “How about we’ll order some takeout from the restaurant you love? We’ll get it with their ice sundae. How does that sound, little man?”

“With extra bananas and cherries?”

Eren grinned, pinching his son’s chin lightly. “With extra bananas and cherries.”

6.

The first days of school were the worst.

Aran was jittering with nerves as he stared at the looming building at the end of the tree-lined pathway. It was imposing in the best and worst way possible. There was no other way to phrase it but it made Aran shake with anxiety. Middle school was a pretty big jump from elementary school. It felt so surreal to think that he was standing at the gates of one of the most prestigious institutions in their city. Aran couldn’t even fathom how he could pass such a difficult series of tests and applications (this school boasted two entrance examinations and two interviews — it was a wild yet horrific experience that had Aran crying inside the car by the time he finished the grueling second interview). These admissions were justified simply because it was the most sought educational institution in their state. It was more than just a science-based school, it was also an extension of the University of Paradis.

This school was pretty big time.

Not to mention that Ezra’s part of the student body and a member of the brightest batch of students to ever grace the school.

Technically, it wasn’t the first day of school but it was the first time he would step inside the gates without worrying about exams and interviews. The worry was more directed at keeping a brave face because Aran is freaking terrified of new beginnings. The school wasn’t even that far from their house (roughly a fifteen-minute drive) but it felt so far away from home at the same time … if that made any sense.

“Ezra, over here!”

Aran was jolted from his trance by a shout of his brother’s name.

Ezra waved a hand to his classmate. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going there!”

“Hurry up because the science club is gathering their members for the orientation! They’re looking for you — it seems like you’re the only one missing.”

The older boy huffed, hopping so that his bag was snugger on his shoulder. He looked up to Eren with a sheepish smile, “Dad, I’ll be going in first.”

“Go ahead, bean. Don’t run!” Eren shouted when Ezra started dashing towards the building, his backpack bouncing at every step.

“I’m not a kid anymore, Dad,” was Ezra’s loud reply.

The man pouted. “But you’re still my little kid.” Speaking of his kids, his secondborn was awfully quiet since they left the house for the new academic year’s orientation. One look from Aran and Eren could tell he was overwhelmed with nerves — Aran looked constipated as hell. Eren smiled a little while placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. He pulled him in a side hug, “You okay there, nugget?”

“I’m nervous, Dad.”

“First days of school always got me, too, nugget.”

“Really?” Aran stared at the wistful air surrounding his father. There was a reminiscent facade creeping on Eren’s face as if he was viewing something that nobody could see — a highlight reel that only he could see. One thing that rang true to Aran was those reels might’ve included you and your years with him.

“Yeah,” Eren replied, pulling Aran into a walk underneath the canopy of trees creating tendrils of daylight between its leaves. “Your grandma had to calm me down every time. Apparently, I looked constipated while looking at the intimidating school I’m going to enroll in. Middle school was the worst, too. But your mom made it better. We went to the same school together, you see, along with your Aunt Mikasa and Uncle Armin. They made everything so easy. And when I thought I couldn’t last a day in my school, I think of them going through the same things, and instantly, my day would be better. Maybe you will find people in this school the exact way I found my lifelong friends — [Name], Mikasa, and Armin.”

“But it’s just so scary, Dad.”

“Change is always scary, nugget. But I like to think it’s only in the beginning. Once you adjust to this new school, you’re going to feel like you belong here. It might take you a long while or maybe a few days but trust me, when you do believe that everything is not as scary as it seems, it would feel so awesome.

“Now,” Eren beamed so wide that other people started seeing the sun up close as they glanced in the father-son duo’s way, “let’s take in the clean air in this part of the city and inhale,” he inhaled a large portion of air that the trees rustled with him and Aran, “and exhale it back so that the plants can make their food.” As Eren exhaled, Aran also expelled a large gust of air from his mouth before sharing the former’s large smile. “You feel like going inside there now?” He nodded at the building, which is just a step away.

Aran never noticed that they were getting nearer and nearer until his father pointed it out. His dad really had a way of making time flow faster than it already was. Aran intently stared at the pillars holding up the building, the name, Paradis Middle and High School of Science, gleaming against the just-right sunlight. He breathed deeply once again, his eyes closed, imagining you were here (you were at Caspian’s orientation). Feeling relieved, Aran looked up at Eren. “Yeah, Dad.”

“Then, let’s go!”

“Yeah!”

“You know, nugget, I’m looking forward to lunch. Do you think this orientation thing lasts for the entire morning or not?”

“Dad, we’re still walking towards the auditorium and you want this to end already?”

“Well…”

A lighthearted sigh came out of Aran. His dad is definitely the coolest out there.

It's safe to say that your three kids find solace in you and Eren. And it will stay timeless, very much like the love the three of them have for you two — a love that's reciprocated unconditionally and infinitely as the pinpricks of light in the endless midnight canvas of universes.

[quandaryqueen]

I dont think people have asked this before, and I knows its pretty specific... but could you maybe do something with AK!riddler with a significant others parent that doesnt like him? Like its clear the mom/dad/brother/sister or whatever, doesnt approve of him and actively tries to make him look bad? But their significant other tells him they know their family members toxic view of him but they dont listen to them?

Disapproval

Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Reader

I love this a lot omg 💝 I hope I did the request justice 🥹

CW family disputes, hints of abuse

The moment Edward was told about your family's curiosity about him, he was partly irked. Does he really need to meet them? But then again when you think about it, this certain step in a relationship is what one would call a leap. A big one at that, and he really does love you with all his heart (the one where others say he is lacking but no, it's only reserved for his one and only other lesser half) . And not to mention, how your parents would be stoked to see the smartest man in the world with their child! It wouldn't hurt to give your parents some sort of attention, why, everyone would be honoured to meet the Riddler! He supposes that it's because of you, and only you, would he go and meet about people who are, in his eyes, lesser than he is.

He's made his research, apart from your passing comments about your parents and siblings, from what he's heard you have a common familial relationship with them. That being fondness and distaste, well that's what he heard as a normal family interaction would be, not that he knows what it looks like but anyways-- your family couldn't be more normal, nuclear type of normal that is.

A family of five in a quiet neighborhood where you grew up into your lovely, precious current self. There was your mother who stayed at home to tend to you, your siblings and the house. Your father worked a boring office job coming home to his wife and three children, he wasn't all that emotionally close to any of his children, even suspecting of having an affair, passed away just three years ago. The eldest of the children is your sister, Lea, currently a journalist from Bludhaven. The second child is your brother Anthony, currently a kindergarten teacher at your hometown. You were the youngest, which had automatically made your older siblings hold their power over you with their age and yet they are naturally obligated to be protective of you.

In one instance made prominent to him, was when you recall your sister taking a defensive stance against your parents when you declined their career choices for you in college, as your parents would only pay for your education if you chose a certain lists of what they want for you. In the end, Lea, only a year in her career, had opted to answer to the financial needs of your first few semesters before your parents relented and helped Lea to pay for your college. As for your older brother, you always mentioned how he was always there for you, being by your side amid the tumultuous times wherein all you needed was an embrace.

Your family seems warm. Of course he feels no jitters when meeting them, he knows he is no common man to feel such a thing, why would he be nervous?

"My, look at you! Oh, my baby!" Your mother takes you in her arms, momentarily rendering you breathless before she turns her attention towards the very person she's been looking forward to meet.

So when the front door of your childhood home inevitably opens, he was faced by your mother, where he found hints of your features from her. She greeted you with welcoming arms, Edward catching a whiff of her sweet perfume. In more than one way, you were similar to your mother. How she let him in without much of a thought of his character, it was as if by nature she immediately knew that he isn't the sensationalised 'deranged lunatic obsessed with riddles and puzzles'.

"Y/N! It's so nice to see you again!" Anthony takes you in his arms, playfully ruffling your hair.

Upon entering the house, you were then greeted by your older brother, who, unlike your mother, froze in his tracks for a period of time.

"You must be Anthony. I've heard a lot about you." Your older brother snaps from his reverie when he realised the dark haired male holding his hand out.

"Good things, I hope..." Despite his anxiety, Anthony comes up with a response.

Edward didn't take notice the way Anthony froze, but he took note at how his hand shook within Edward's grip. And he was proud at the fact that he is still intimidating, why, they should thank you. If they weren't family, he wouldn't have thought twice about getting them killed to meet a goal. Just another name in a statistic. But anyways!

"Where's Lea?" You asked. Your eldest sister had always been a punctual nut, so it was weird to not see her front and center.

"Oh, caught up in traffic perhaps. You know her, she always bite off what she can't chew." Your mother dismissively waved her hand. "Now, Anthony could you please watch the cooking for me? I believe it's time to... Let this young man know who they're dating."

And so as Anthony tends to the kitchen, your mother has Edward to herself in the living room, with your various photo albums for him to show. You were glaring at Edward at the duration of it all, as he cockily smirked up at you and took a variety of pictures from your childhood and you couldn't do anything about it.

"And this was Y/N when they were in a play. What play was it again?" Your mother turns to you.

Simmering from embarrassment, you barely squeak out, "Romeo and Juliet, mom. I didn't even have a major role in it."

"Yes, but look at you! You were on stage!"

"I agree, Y/N. You look lovely." Edward agrees, smugly taking another picture for his blackmail collection.

"Edward..."

"Oh relax, calm yourself Y/N, it's just lighthearted." Your mother teases.

"Hey Y/N, can you help me here for a sec?" Anthony exclaims from the kitchen.

You sighed, sitting up and leaving your boyfriend and mother laughing amongst themselves and enter the kitchen to help your older brother... Well, he didn't seem to need much help, everything was settled there, the counters were clean, the dishes are washed and the food was just waiting to finish.

Without a prompt he pulls you by the wrist and walked you over a corner, where he repeatedly glanced over his shoulder and checked the volume of his voice.

"Anthony, what's--"

"Edward Nygma? As in, the Edward Nygma? The Riddler?" He spoke with such a rush you were almost sure he said that all in one breath.

"Yes, he is..." Your cheerful demeanor diminished when you realised how solemn Anthony was at the moment. "Why?"

"He's the Riddler, he's dangerous, how could you have not realised that?" There was a certain panic in his frantic voice, his grip still tight around your wrists. "Are you being held hostage? You can always tell me--"

"What? No! He's my boyfriend, he can never hurt me!"

"He's still a dangerous man and I'm worried about you!"

"I'm fine Anthony, he can never hurt me." You reassure, slipping from his clutch. Though there was a time you backhanded you across the face when you looked over his shoulder while he was working, but it was your fault because it was bothering him. If you don't do that again, he wouldn't hit you. At least you weren't being put out as a hostage for Batman to rescue.

"He's a the same guy who kidnapped journalists and Lea was one of them." Anthony's complexion paled with his unnerving and unneeded concern for you.

"That was before we were dating! He would never--"

"It doesn't matter! Why are you so damn stubborn?"

Despite the tension rising amongst you and your brother, you remain unheard from the living room.

"He would never hurt me. I promise..."

Anthony remain unconvinced, but he knew you wouldn't cave in that easily. Seeing as him asking for your assistance in the kitchen as a ruse, you return to the living room, where your mother and Edward were still going through old photographs.

Cooking was done, Anthony finally exits the kitchen to join the rest of you in the living room where he kept warily glancing over your boyfriend. So far, Edward was enjoying himself, why wouldn't he? Your mother has nothing but sweet to him and of course, Edward does love it when he's so effortless as establishing himself as a threat. And Anthony wasn't doing anything about it all, he just quivers in his corner like a helpless little dog.

Based on Anthony's reaction, you can only imagine how much of a hot mess it would be if your sister were to arrive. And she is a force that cannot be reckoned with, similar to that of your boyfriend's stubborn little head and sharp tongue. You wouldn't want to subject Edward under your sister, she knew him and does a dreadful job at keeping a filter in her vocabulary, she didn't know him the way you know him. Lea would spit fire at Edward with that tongue of hers.

After a long week after his defeat from Batman, this would be the first time you'd see him smile and with Lea's arrival, her blind distaste for people 'like' Edward, and her unabashed self... It won't go well for your boyfriend at all, he just wants to be happy for once, why can't they grant him this?

"And this is the three of them on Lea's graduation! Oh, I remember Lea was complaining about how her younger siblings are taller than her even when she's wearing heels."

"How tall is she, ma'am?" Edward asks your mother.

"Well this photo is five years ago hmm let me think... Oh I don't know, but she is now shorter than Y/N! It's fun to watch her pout when others are taller than her. If she sees you, she would be seething!"

Oh she'll be seething, alright.

"It's been lovely mom, but Edward and I will be on our way." You blurted out after thickly swallowing. It's best to retreat whilst Lea hasn't arrived yet.

"We are?" Edward raises a brow.

"But we haven't started dinner yet. Are you two heading off elsewhere?" Your mother asked.

"Yes." "No." There came the conflicting answers brought by the couple in unison, causing your mother and brother to look at you with furrowed brows.

You glanced over Edward, who seems to be confused of your sudden incline to get out of here. Weren't you who suggested to meet your family? Why, of all sudden, are you backing out? Now that he's enjoying himself?

"A-at your appointment with Doctor Crane, remember?" You stammered, your eyes wide looking over Edward.

His eyes squint at the slightest. Why the sudden eagerness to leave? "Yes, but didn't we discuss that we go tomorrow?"

"I-I don't think we did... Did we?"

"Yes, we certainly did."

"Oh how about this;" your mother butts in. "Since Lea is running late, how about we start dinner without her?"

Before you can protest, Edward answers without your input. "Of course, Mrs. L/N. That would be lovely."

By this, you were tense in your seat. Your brother's cooking was as good as you've always remembered, but you barely touched your food. The one time you tried to swallow it down you were met with the dread from the rampant thoughts about your sister's arrival and whatever hell she'll bring with her. Edward, who was seated beside you, has been confused at your sudden insistence to leave when he's having so much fun. Given, he requested you'd leave once he deemed it, but he doesn't want to leave. Not yet at least.

When you heard a vehicle stop by the driveway, you can only freeze in your seat. With no more time to run, you were settled to go down with a fight if ever it came to it. It would only be wishful thinking to be dreaming about Lea not opening her mouth about Edward.

"I'm here! Sorry I'm late." You heard Lea by the door, taking her shoes off and setting them aside.

"Lea! Come join us for dinner!" Your mother calls.

You can barely look over your shoulder when Lea had walked through the door. She pulls her seat beside Anthony, across Edward but then she noticed there were no plates in her place. She continues to talk even after standing up to fetch herself a plate from the kitchen.

"Gosh I am so sorry for my being late, I had to run something by the office first and traffic was atrocious. Apparently, Nightwing is on a chase with some bad guys. Chief was forcing me to get a coverage of the event but I booked it out before he can call me over."

She must not have noticed Edward yet, as she busily chatters. Lea eventually returned to the dining room and finally settled on her seat. She looks up at Edward, though she doesn't recognize him yet.

"You must be Y/N's boy-..." There it was, the terror in her countenance as she stared at your boyfriend.

Let's see... He's won the adoration of your mother, the terror from your brother. And from your sister... Recognition.

"Is this a fucking joke?" Lea looks over you. From the background, you hear your mother hiss at her for using profanities at the table. You meekly looked up at her, seeing her point at him. "You do know who he is, right?"

"This isn't a joke, I am dating your sibling--"

"Oh no I don't believe I asked you that question, Riddler." She returns the scowl he's given her, just as scathing and wrathful. "Y/N look at me, why are you dating him?"

"Lea! Please!" Your mother attempts to calm your older sister, holding on her wrist and attempting to pull her down to her seat.

"Mom, this man has done bad things! I was one of the people he kidnapped that one time!"

"We weren't dating at the time!" For the first time you looked up at her, eyes brimming with tears.

"As if that'd made a difference! Hey you, you remember me right? Or am I just one of the few hundreds whose lives you altered severely? One of the traps you made permanently paralysed a coworker of mine!"

Edward clutches a cutlery from under the table. Would it be bad if he were to silence her permanently? He is fucking right there and she talks as if he isn't right in front of her. He felt like a child all over again, listening to adults talking about him whilst all he can do was to clutch his hands and look down.

"Lea!" You yell as a desperate attempt to get her to shut up, whilst you squeeze Edward's hand from under the table.

"What? I thought you weren't convinced he is a dangerous man?" She mocks.

"He would never hurt me!"

"His records in Arkham says otherwise! He's a narcissistic bitch! He 'loves' you, sure, but I doubt that he wouldn't hurt you. You know I've been there." An abusive relationship for five years was what your sister endured. But you weren't enduring any battering from Edward at all, she wouldn't know what your relationship with him.

"You don't know him like I do!"

"I spent my days making reports about him and people like him! Dangerous people who are a threat to everyone whom they come in contact to and that inudes you regardless if he loves you or not!"

Like Anthony, you didn't want to further discuss this matter, especially when your sister refuses to back down and listen.

"This was a bad idea. We're leaving." Supressing a sob from the back of your throat, your message came out shaky. You stood from your seat, pulling Edward alongside you.

"Listen to me Y/N, I only want the best for you--"

"Oh my god, can you just please shut up for once?!"

Lea freezes in her tracks when you turned to yell at her. After that, your pace quicken and you no longer hear her attempting to have the last word, as she always does. And so you left your family back at your childhood home, leaving them stunned beyond their words.

The silence between you was deafening even after remove yourselves away from the tense situation back in your childhood home. You were particularly afraid to speak up, based on Edward's tensed countenance, only then did you notice him still clutching a knife in his hand and you figured to let him sit in silence whilst you drive away. The route back home to Gotham grew nearer, you took a glance over Edward on the passenger seat, who has somewhat cooled down.

"I'm sorry about my family. They shouldn't have talked to you that way. And I'm sorry for not defending you enough..." Warily glancing over him, he barely budged. You steady your breath with quivering jaws and you continue your statement. "I don't care about what they say, Edward... I know they're not true. They know nothing about us."

Still nothing. Even after you arrived, he makes an instant beeline for his workshop whilst you stayed in the car, steadying yourself. Your breathing continued with hurried huffs of air, tightly seeing your eyes shut in a poor attempt to stop yourself from crying.

Fuck, does he still even love you???

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Your unpopular opinions on Auradon kids as a whole.

Unpopular opinions?? On Auradon kids?? As a whole??

... How about I just write out few vaguely related headcanons instead.

It's a surprise that more of the AKs aren't messed up horribly: just look how their parents grew up!

Arabella from Rise did have a corruption arc. I'm not taking criticism on that one. Why else would she try to take the trident?

Speaking of corruption arcs. I'd love to see Lonnie's corruption arc. I mean. Auradon doesn't let her into sports team?? What they did to her name?? They make her the king's sole bodyguard?? They treat the Isle kids like that??

(They had it coming)

I have not yet though how would such arc look, but one day I will.

On vaguely related note, Lonnie would vibe with the pirate crews. (They are all just down to fight.)

Audrey's aro ace. Mostly because I am projecting and also because it just fits, you know? (She wants to be in love with Ben, she wants their relationship to be perfect. She needs a relationship to prove that- that what?)

I'm having feelings over it.

And I also think that Audrey would vibe with Anthony Tremaine. They have never met in canon and I don't care.

Ally of Neverland. That should count as unpopular opinion, right?

Also, fancy that, Opal is literally Celia's and Freddie's aunt, but the Faciliers can keep their family drama quiet, unlike someone.

I think my bias towards the Villain kids is showing. It's is showing isn't it.

Let me try and get back on track.

Ben loves reading. It's his bonding activity with his mom.

The reason Audrey's parents aren't in the picture? They decided to move back to the forest and thirteen years old Audrey said „Absolutely not-“

Audrey's bonding activity with her dad is sword fighting. (Because one can NEVER have enough ladies with sword.) She is not nearly as good as Lonnie, though.

(She needs therapy. Oh my god, she needs so much therapy.)

...And I better shut up about Audrey too.

I wish Jordan was there more. I like her.

Doug. Is Doug. He is there. No hate to him but Evie can do better.

I mean. I loved her first movie arc, I did. But that's what it was. A self growth arc. Sorry not sorry, Doug.

[riddlersbatsybat]

My personal AK!Riddler headcannons. Some of these play into my story so theyre biased, but I tried to keep those aspects out as much as I could.

Riddler has never had a seasoned/fully cooked meal. He mentions in the game he makes himself healthy meals, but the VA mentioned he probably doesnt eat much. The reason I think he doesnt properly cook his meals or seasons them is because hes so infacuated on Batman, he doesnt have time to be patient. He either completely undercooks his food, or overcooks it. On the rare occassion he cooks it correctly, its bland and tastes like nothing.

Firm believer hes petty and has thrown tantrums at the other Rogues. Hes extremely petty, so people dont mess with him much, but, when he throws tantrums he physically has to stop himself from looking like a fool. He only does it in front of Batman, but because hes projecting his fatherly issues on to him.

Riddler only lets people hes REALLY close to call him Eddie. He doesnt have friends but has goons?? So the closest to friendship would be Catwoman. He doesnt get upset when she calls him Eddie, which is his real name. Batman has to call him Nygma, Sir, Mr. Nygma. Could be because of his hinted relationship with her, who knows.

I believe that when Catwoman showed interest in Batman, Riddler did get really jealous. Its one thing to try to move on with another rogue, and another to date your arch nemesis. It was really a punch to his ego when he was pretty much replaced by Batman. The whole trial is about proving to Catwoman that Batman won't be there for her, so 👀👀. I don't really ship them, but its obvious theres something else going on between them.

Riddler definitely has Twitter, Instagram, or some other variation of that. Ever since his #CancelBatman thing, hes had to use bots to drown out the hate. Does he delete the website? Absolutely not. He needs to prove it doesn't get under his skin!

Due to Riddlers projections, I think riddler just wants his fake parental figure to play with him. Explain how a damn race car track is a riddle. Hes playing cars with his dad. Not that im infintizing him in any way- but- what other explanation is there for him to make a giant sewage racecar track without a riddle attached to it. Yes catwomans life is on the line, and theres other actual puzzles, so what the hell is this about?

I like to think that Riddler does have some admiration for the batman. He mentions to Batman that he should take care of his car more, so to some degree he admires the his tech.

Harley Quinn is the only one thats been able to beat Riddler at chess. No one else played with him, but after that he stopped wanting to prove his intellectual superiority among the Rogues. No one really cares about that except him and it keeps him up at night.

Scarecrow has a soft spot for him. Yes he still treats him like he would everyone else, but he just treats him slightly better than everyone else.

Riddler probably has a childhood hamster that died in a horrific way. He loves how hamsters look but hates the idea of owning one from how traumatizing it was. Not that he abused his hamster or anything, from what I've read they tend to die horrible ways for no reason.

I think he loves the little group of people that stan him, but finds them extreamely annoying. Yes, he enjoys the love and attention, but when fangirls 16 year olds claim to be his girlfriend, or grown women claim to be his wife? Not so much. He also doesnt like when his fans plan an attack and try to give Riddler credit for some minor idiotic plan. It hurts his reputation.

He hates being around large crowds of people. He hates being around stupid people, unless the attention is for him then he doesn't mind.

Probably knows the court of owls exists, but thinks theyre full of bologney.

Enjoys hot chocolate more than coffee, but this one was obvious.

He probably tried making a robot family at some point, with a mom robot, dad robot, and brother robot. It didnt work out

Workplace is a mess, but its his mess. He knows where everything is.

He hates the idea of being alone, but does nothing about it. He probably has cried himself to sleep, not only from Batmans trauma, but also his issues that he can't fix.

Lgbt supporter. Batman villains are queer coded, and has shown he has two lesbian henchmen, so I don't think he'd have a reason to be homophobic.

Disliked Joker the most out of the Rogues. Not only because of the spotlight hed get, but because he was rude to him a few times.

Asexual. Never been interested in sex, never will be, unless its for reproduction purposes, but even then he wont get into bed with anyone. He wants his genes to be passed down, but it would be with someone equally smart that fits his description of a perfect woman, but no icky stuff. He'll be a sperm donor but thats as far as it will get.

Not used to being physical. Hates being hugged, touched, or slightly bumped into. He doesnt seem to get much physical contact with anyone aside from metal and some occasional firm handshakes.

to add to that, his fight or flight mode activated once when Harley jumped on his back trying to surprise him. He gave her a black eye and immidiately appologized. joker was still alive.

has had girlfriends before, never liked any of them.

Riddler secretly calls Scarecrow his work best friend.

Doesn't do riddles during Rogues meetings because no one answers him.

[hannahhook7744]

Do you think Lonnie is obsessed with her mother?

That depends on what you describe 'obsessed' as.

But in my personal opinion, no. Not really.

Look, I know she talks about her mom alot compared to other characters but that's easy to explain away.

She's the child of two warriors, who grew up up surrounded by several warriors and their wives. She comes from a traditional culture that can be a bit overbearing as seen in the Mulan movie and as in seen in many posts about families/places in that culture.

So assuming that she grew up there at least for a few years before moving to Auardon than that alone would have given her some problems with her identity as a not entirely feminine young lady.

And then she moves to Auardon where gendered sports are a thing and where female sports apparently don't exist even though that Fencing (which can't be too different from Swords and Shields) is as far as I'm aware a non gendered sport.

She was expected to act a certain way by teachers and her peers. And while it wasn't a big deal most of the time because she is feminine too, it did cause some conflicts for her growing up.

In theory at least.

And Lonnie, who seems to be going to school at a boarding school where her brother no longer attends probably had issues coming to term with who she was as a person. Probably had trouble coming to terms with her conflicting cultural beliefs and personality.

She's feminine yes. But she also loves sword fighting and sparring and hip hop and a ton of other non feminine things that kids would be cruel about (speaking from experience).

And being away from home wouldn't help. Especially after her brother graduated.

So, my theory is that Lonnie brings up her mom alot for a lot of reasons. Not only because she misses her but because she's everything Lonmie wants to be and because she's a convent throw away excuse to use whenever Lonnie has to defend the way she is.

Her mom is confident. Her mom is well liked. Her mom is strong and funny and nurturing and doesn't need to be feminine to get by. Her mom is beautiful without trying.

And part of Lonnie wants to be that.

But another part doesn't want to throw away her femininity.

Lonnie wants to be both. She wants to be all that and more.

She wants to be confident and strong and nurturing and funny but feminine as well. She wants to be accepted for who she is. For every side of her. For every part of her.

And until that can happen without people questioning her, without people dismissing her or accusing her of wanting to be special/wanting attention she will continue to bring up her mom.

Because no one really thinks twice about a kid wanting to be like their mom or dad. About a kid bringing their parent up as a reason for wanting to do something.

Plus, Lonnie wants to make her mom proud of her. So of course she'd bring her up alot. But no, she's not obsessed.

She just has a good relationship with her mother who she wants to make proud and issues with her identity because traditional places and sometimes even non traditional places aren't always accepting of people who are different.

Hope that answers your question and thanks for the ask. If you have any other questions about her or the other main aks and vks and why they are the way they are I will gladly answer them.

Or if you just have a random question about any of my stories and ocs. I always love nice asks.

Also I wonder if I'd be a good therapist or character profiler.

[harristops]

lol did u want a live react to the podcast? no? okay well idc here it is:

The wedding reaction!!! Ash with the “I didn’t take my eyes off her the whole entire night” and then Abby confirming it with “yeah I watched you”. BIG BRO moment!!!! I love how much of a simp Ash is for her wife she couldn’t look away from her wife the entire wedding and her speech including big bro Abby I--. 

Ash calling her relationship with Abby as “brothers from the start”!!! “We did life together” please... that’s the cutest thing and the “she took care of me”. Big Bro Abby guiding Baby Gay Ash through gay puberty is the cutest thing I’ve heard. The way Abby and Ash talk about each other it is such a unique siblingship and they really care so much about each other. But I’m dying that Abby’s ex was Ash’s childhood friend bro the L word chart is definitely something that exists.

HAHA AK making the first move is such a mood calling her from Germany; AK was a sugar mommy from the beginning sending her shit (mixtapes!! they were actual children I love their love) and spoiling the shit out of her from day 1. Also not surprising to me that AK was more in tune with her sexuality from the start than Ash she’s such a confident star that no doubt she was on her game from the start. I love how she was like, “oh wow” when she first met Ash. But also, does this mean that AK was likely Ash’s first and only long-term girlfriend? No wonder why she’s so confident she bagged AK as a Baby Gay lmao get it.

The story of Ash keeping the captain band after Abby’s last game!!! I almost shed a tear she is such a caring and kind individual to keep that badge. LITTLE BRO loving her BIG BRO man I freaking love them. Ash was SO young at the time still and she was still aware enough to keep Abby in mind for that band. I really hope one day, someone will be able to do that for Ash when she retires if she every (hopefully not) experiences something similar. They’re family bro.

THE PROPOSAL. “I knew I wanted to marry her the moment I met her” and then AK being all sarcastic LMAO. Had the wedding ring for three years “what was your thought process for those three years??” Abby having seen the ring too lmao and making a joke about why Ash waited and then Ash with the “I didn’t want to be selfish, I wanted her to be ready” WHAT A GEM!! I love her so much. She is so patient and reveres AK its unbelievably kind and she’s the OG simp fight me bro. I’m also so glad we got the proposal story without Kyle interrupting (love him, but his little video featured more of his commentary). I hope they share the ring photo at some point but I know that it’s probably a special photo. 

THE BABY STORY. The first night!!! High fiving in the hallway as they take parenting shifts I TOLD Y’ALL they dap each other lmao. Also AK is such a mom telling Ash to get the ladder from the garage at 4am and Ash being the ultimate dad and just going along with AK’s shenanigans and her patience bro lmao. Also imagining Ash in her PJs all disheveled trying to close vents on no sleep lol. “I have to keep her alive” why is this something Kyle would say so it makes sense that AK would say it lmao. I love Ash’s patience in all of AK’s dramatics lol. Also AK talking about Ash having trouble sleeping and crying and being so tired and being so willing to take on extra shifts to help and she’s so considerate and loving to care for her partner and her family!! The rock of the household!!

Also neither of them fighting because they’re so honest and transparent with AK. Also Ash loving that AK keeps her accountable and she loves it. Also AK only being slightly snappy sometimes but apologizing immediately. Also AK being a yes person and Ash having to reign her in but doing it in such a supportive way that’s not taking away from all that she’s doing for others. Also AK considering marriage therapy as a “fun” option. Also so proud of her for seeking therapy to deal with childhood trauma and grief and putting her work in. Therapy is a beast and I’m so happy AK feels comfortable to discuss that in a public sphere. 

I could totally see how Abby was such a huge mentor to Ash, because even the advice she gives to AK about parenting and the transition to “normal life” - she is such a calm and positive role model and such a great older sibling who cares. 

I really love that they’re going to be open and transparent with Sloane from the start and the work they’re putting in to make sure they’re responsible and diligent with how they approach intersectionality and raising Sloane in a mixed-gender household. Also talking about how they want to teach her to be kind and compassionate rather than another cog in the machine! I would kill to have Ash mother me lol that’s the approach we should all take with our children tbh.

They’re talking about retirement LOL honestly I could see them retiring together if not AK retiring first and then Ash shortly after. I’m happy they’re happy in Gotham (lol fuck u Orlando). Also Ash as a WWE wrestler would be hilarious. I’m totally onboard for her theatrics and the spandex and the chair throwing lol. but also Abby telling them she will be there for them during their retirement period to help them transition - BIG BRO AGAIN!! Abby is such a pure soul I love her sm.

[super-unpredictable98]

The Unavoidable | Me and Mrs. Jones AU

Pairing: Billy x Saga (Me and Ms. Adolphson’ Verse) Word Count: 2,8 k Warning: Strong language

(Masterlist)

"Should I be worried, S? You left the house twice this month, once for your sister's hen night and once to pick the twins up from school. But even then you were covered from head to toe, Alfie told me people thought you were a child predator," Billy laughed, sitting by his girlfriend on the couch. 

"Welcome home from work, my dear, I missed you too!" Saga laughed nervously.

"Who you runnin' from? Any stalker I should know about?"

"No... It's just... I heard my father is in England," she admitted quietly, and Billy's heart dropped. 

He knew she wasn't embarrassed of him or anything like that, she was more scared of her family than anything else, but it still hurt that she was that terrified of being seen with him. 

Most of the time he felt like a mildly successful guy: he had a good job (it wasn't a five-star hotel restaurant, but still), he had a nice flat, and he could afford to take Saga out and buy nice gifts for her. He was faithful and loving, she seemed happy with him.

"How are we gonna do this at the wedding? Are you gonna tell him or am I just Alfie's friend when I'm there?" He asked hesitantly.

"I- I'm gonna tell him, of course. I don't wanna have to pretend like you're not my boyfriend, I love you!" Saga cried. "Besides, he's not gonna throw a tantrum during Inca's wedding. My brothers will be there too, I think they'll like you, they just want to see me happy."

"You sure? I heard your brothers are quite big, if they don't like me, I'm pretty much fucked."

"No, they are big but they are also really nice."

Billy nodded, trying to believe her. He was usually so great at meeting parents, his natural charm always made them like him, but this time he was the bad boy who stole the girl away from the man her dad chose. That thought had been haunting him ever since they started dating.

"What are their names? Y'never talk about your family," he pointed at the plastic bag on the table with the meal he prepared for her before closing the kitchen. 

"My mum's name is Kajsa, she was a model when she was my age, but now she's a housewife. People say Inca and I look a lot like her, she's the best mom in the world and nothing you say can change my mind. My dad, Ivar, has his own menswear brand he created with my grandpa. He is very strict, but he does what he does because he loves us. He just wants what's best for me."

"Mmmhm I see, I see..." Billy nodded. He absolutely didn't like her father, not after learning that he essentially forced Saga to date Ake despite her protests. Ivar sounded like a huge control freak who treated his kids as property, but for everyone's sake, he was willing to ignore those feelings and be nice to the old man. "And your brothers?"

"Noak is the oldest, he works with my dad and he is very uptight, he always used to tell our parents when I did something wrong. Esbjorn is a lawyer and he loves to read, especially the classics, he's really smart. Then there's Inca, and Goran is the second youngest, he is an athlete, he swims for his college team."

"And then there's you, the little family princess protected by all these people," he chuckled as he watched her happily eat her spaghetti and meatballs. "I'm fucked."

"No, you are not! They will love you just like I do, you are a good man, a great catch, Billy. If my dad or my siblings can't see that, then it sounds like a them problem, I'm not gonna give up my happiness for them anymore."

Billy wasn't so sure they would even give him a chance. An Irish nomad who just settled in England, working as a chef, but at a small pub and with a salary that wouldn't impress anyone. Living in a flat with one chair and who just happened to swoop in and win the heart of a, let's face it, rich Swedish heiress. He loved her to bits, but was that enough for her family?

As the days passed by, he tried to focus on his groomsman duties and work, ignoring his doubts and doing the best he could to hide them from his very perceptive girlfriend. When the day finally came, the nerves were at an all time high, but for a moment everything disappeared:

"You look... Gorgeous, Saga," Billy swallowed when she came out of his room in her long emerald green dress. 

It was quite a simple outfit, Inca would never let the bridesmaids upstage her in any way, but Saga made it look like a masterpiece. Her hair up exposed her long neck and her delicate collar bones, the slit that exposed her beautiful thigh... It all made his heart skip a beat and send blood somewhere else.

"Thank you, sweetie, you look very handsome too," she stepped closer to fix his tie and his hair. "When our wedding happens, you are definitely not wearing gray again."

"We're gettin' married?" He chuckled.

"I would like to one day, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, of course, I just- we never discussed that. I thought you'd be horrified with commitment after all that happened."

"I am, but not when it comes to you. I want to be with you for as long as I can, being with you is like being home."

"That is so beautiful, darlin'," he smiled, taking in the sight of her so he would never forget it. "And what color would you want me t'wear for our wedding?"

"I don't know, maybe blue, or deep red."

"Sounds good t'me, as long as I'm marryin' you I'll wear a diaper for all I care," he offered his arm for her to hold. "Let's go, Tom is already waitin' downstairs."

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"I am starting to lose my mind!" Inca cried, pacing from one side of the room to the other.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Saga took her hands while Gemma simply watched awkwardly from the side. Calming the bride was a job for the bridesmaids of course, so they both had to be there. "Look at me, Inca! You are going to be fine."

"What if I'm making a mistake?"

"You won't know until you make it and it's better to make a mistake and fix the mess later than to never try and never know how things could've been."

"Divorce is always an option, don't feel like your life is over," Gemma said, but quickly shut her mouth when Saga glanced at her. "I don't think you're making a mistake."

"You married Jason once and it didn't work, maybe I am!" Inca panted, she was starting to look even paler if that was possible. "This dress is too big, it's suffocating me! I'm needing to change."

"It's okay, you are just anxious, sister! You love this dress because it's too big, it's gonna look amazing in the photos. You'll look perfect, and you are going to be so happy with your husband. I meant what I said that one time, Jason is an idiot, but he is a good person. You are perfect together, there's nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure, Saga? You really think so?"

"I am one hundred percent sure."

"Okay, I'm ready! Go on, I'm going to be preparing for my big entrance."

The two bridesmaids ran into the church and took their places at the altar. Billy gave them a questioning look and Saga gave him a thumbs up, nodding with a smile. Her face changed completely though when she noticed her father sitting on the first row with her mother and brothers. 

It had been a while since they had seen each other. Saga purposefully avoided calling or texting so she could escape the questions about her love life and whenever Ake came up in conversation, she simply made up an excuse to hang up. 

During the ceremony, she allowed herself not to think about that and simply focus on her sister and that big moment. Saga had never been so grateful for Inca being such an attention seeker, who would even look at her when that beautiful bride with that massive fairytale dress was standing right there? 

But there was only so much that could be done to avoid the unavoidable. After the pictures everyone headed to the reception, Billy opened the car door for his girlfriend and once again offered his arm so they could go in together.

"Would you rather walk in alone?" He asked just to make sure.

"No, being with you makes me feel safe."

"Saga! Have you been running from us?" Esbjorn laughed, taking her in his arms and lifting her in the air. "We are all missing you so much."

"I miss you too, I've just been so busy. Work and babysitting for Gemma..." She murmured.

"Hmmm you have your lying voice, Sag," Noak quirked an eyebrow and Billy cleared his throat uncomfortably, none of them seemed to even notice he was there. "Come on, what really happened? Are you being mistreated in England?"

"Mistreated? Look at her!" Goran teased, giving her stomach a squeeze. "She gained some weight, she's been eating well! That's really good, remember how she was always moping around right before moving? Saga is looking much happier!"

"Yes, I see that," her father joined them. "Looking much happier indeed. I missed that smile."

"You look beautiful, baby, so beautiful! Soon you'll be the one standing there in a wedding dress," her mother added. "Speaking of, where is Ake? I thought he moved here to be closer to you."

"Haven't you heard? Ake moved back home actually," Saga chuckled nervously. "It's been a few months, we are... Not together anymore."

"What? He broke up with you?" Noak asked.

"He wouldn't dare..." Ivar muttered.

"No! He didn't, it was mutual. None of us were happy, he didn't want to live here and I didn't really like him anymore," she explained.

"Didn't like him anymore? And since when is that a reason to be breaking up? I found you a great boy!" 

"I'm grown, father, I'm a woman now. Don't you think I have the right to choose who I want to be with?"

"And who could possibly be better than Ake for you, Saga?" Kajsa asked.

"M-my boyfriend," she pointed at him, and he finally approached the family, his legs barely holding him up straight. "His name is William Delaney, but everyone calls him Billy. He's a chef and we are living together most of the time, that's probably why I gained some weight. He is amazing, so smart, hardworking, and kind. He has a heart of gold and makes me really happy."

"Hello, sir," Billy shook Ivar's hand and did the same to each of her brothers before delicately greeting Kajsa. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"Why does he talk like that?" Goran asked.

"Because he's Irish," Saga mumbled. "He also just moved to the country recently with his friend Alfie. Alfie is Gemma's son, Gemma was married to Jason, and Jason is now marrying Inca, so he's not just some stranger."

The silence that took over that conversation was deadly. No one dared to speak and Saga's dad still seemed very upset about the end of her relationship with Ake. She knew that would happen, she shouldn't have introduced them at all, maybe just trying to be totally invisible during the wedding would've been better. 

"I see you are meeting the Irish! mammy, pappy, Billy is fantastic!" Inca showed up out of nowhere to save the day. "He is such nice little boy, so funny too. And handsome, of course, they are going to have beautiful babies." 

"Babies?" Saga hissed.

"Are you...?" Esbjorn's eyes grew wide.

"NO! I'm not, no chance at all!" Saga shook her head and Billy quickly followed her lead.

"Yeah, I guess Inca meant after we are married, in a few years," he added.

"You plan to marry our sister?" Noak gave him the most skeptical look. 

"Absolutely, she's the most amazing girl I've ever met and I'd be a complete idiot t'let her go. Especially after I fought so hard t'have her... You know, sir, she really tried t'make things work with Ake. I was foamin' at the mouth with jealousy all the time,  she did the best she could. But I guess in the end love always wins, isn't it?"

"You love this man, Saga?" Ivar asked, Kajsa already melting from how sweet he was and how clear his intentions were.

"I do, more than anything in the world," she took his hand. "And if you still don't like him, please come over tomorrow for dinner, he's the most amazing cook."

"Oh yeah, I'd love t'make somethin' for my future in-laws, whatever you want," Billy offered. "I can even make a typical Swedish dish if you like."

"He's being so nice, Ivar," Kajsa sighed, completely mesmerized. "Wasn't that what we wanted? For her to be happy? Back when you chose Ake she was so sad, don't you remember?"

"She was always crying," Inca added. "And it's the 21st century, forcing your child to be with someone like that is not right."

"I do remember, I thought it was just jitters, I didn't think she was actually unhappy," he scoffed sadly. "Well, if you are really serious about marrying my Saga and not just make her wait around like this bastard Jason did to my Inca... Then you have my blessing."

"You have my word Mr. Adolphson," Billy nodded, trying not to seem too giddy from getting his approval. He could've sworn the night would go a very different way.

"Thank you, pappy," Saga grinned widely. 

"But I will be coming over tomorrow, William," Ivar warned. "If you are not making a good janssons frestelse, I guess you are just not good enough for my daughter. It's her favorite dish, you need to be cooking it."

"I'll do my best, Mr. Adolphson. May I have your next dance, Mrs. Adolphson?" he held out his hand and she took it, blushing slightly.

"Of course, young man."

"Sweet! C'mon Sags, let's get this party started!" Alfie pulled her by the hand to the dance floor, still holding a couple of scotch eggs and munching on them. 

"Maybe we were lucky, pappy," Goran pointed out. "Saga could be dating him."

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"So that went well!" Billy loosened his tie as they finally arrived at the flat. "Your family is way less scary than I imagined."

"I told you. I knew dad wouldn't react too badly at her wedding. Maybe on any other day he would've beat you up, but we got lucky, didn't we?" Saga kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the sofa.

"Good t'know," he laughed. "You're a good strategist. Now y'just gotta teach me that dish he wants. What is it?"

"Oh, it's very easy, it's like a fish and potato casserole, I can teach you," she pulled him down with her and leaned against his chest, remembering how they danced after everything was settled. How he held her so close, swaying gently to the music and stealing kisses when nobody was looking. 

"I think I can manage," Billy wrapped his arms around her. "Guess now I better start thinkin' about how I'm gonna propose t'you."

"There's still so much time," Saga laughed.

"When the time comes... I need t'plan ahead, I wanna top Jason's confession when he asked your sister to grab his steady horn so he could take her on a magical adventure right after settin' fire to himself."

"Yeah, that'll be very hard to top," she nodded with a giggle. "But I guess you already know what to say. Remember that time? Jason made you pretend like I was Inca and propose to me? You are my perfect person and I see you perfectly."

Her heart raced just thinking about that day, the kiss that came after... She couldn't believe she was actually his girlfriend, that he actually liked her. 

It felt like a dream most of the time when he looked at her with that charming smirk, when he kissed her and it still felt like the first time, chest to chest in the bathroom the first night they met.

"I wanna find new words," Billy explained. "I wanna find a whole new way to surprise you and make you say yes."

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," she mumbled without even realizing it.

"And I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I'm glad I didn't give up, sometimes I feel like a complete homewrecker, but... When y'look at me like that, it's hard t'feel guilty at all."

[cryptic-michael]

7, 10, 17, and 30 for the asks!

Ayyeee!! Maple!!! My guy!! Howdy!! Thank you for the ask!!!

7. what colour brings you peace?

This is gonna sound a little cheesy maybe, but that soft beautiful golden glow of street lamps, and that gorgeous golden sunset look over hay growing.

It just makes me so happy, I could be in another state or country, but if I get that beautiful glow of those street lamps, and that gorgeous sunset I'll feel at ease and so so happy.

It's due to memories, some of my happiest ones, are just sitting in the car, driving around with my dad or mom and it's late and the street lamps were on and that soft nice glow.

And he'd pick me up every weekend to go to his apartment, and we passed by a lot of farms, and they had hay growing, and when the sun was setting sooner than normal during fall, it was SO nice to me, he'd put podcast on and we'd listen to them and drive to his place its sooooooo soothing, the beautiful golden glow and just eveything.

So like, yellow gold/orangey colour of a sun set on hay in the fall and street lamps colour!!

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

I'm gonna maybe be redecorating my room and stuff soon!! Wooo!!

That and Im also maybe going to be getting a bank account and a job!! Even if i have to work from home, i know it'll be fun! Or nice to have my own money! Can buy all sorts of stuff, and help my mom with bills!! Save up enough to move off maybe....got lots I'm excited for! Two are definitely redecorating my room, and learning to sew soon!

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

Your gonna make me...the gamer.....who as a small child, was obsessed with wanting to be a fairy princess, who's bedroom is still pink....your gonna make ME THE GAMER FAIRY BOY CHOSE!

They're both so nice, and have the ups and downs!

Fairy lights are so fun and i would LOVE to hang some up, around my ceiling! I used hang Christmas lights up around my ceiling in my room in my dads room at his old apartment so it's kind similar concept! It was bright enough to be nice!

But ahhh LED man, just colours, and fun and can also go around my ceiling! Gamer set up!!!! Blue room!! 70s colour room!!! WOO!

realistically i can't always choose things, so i'd probably get fairy lights one day soon! Decorate my room more...have nice fairy lights!!

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Oh no idea Maple...no clue.....Theres probably a lot, but one thing that really makes me think of home is like...warm vintage old looking things.

They don't have to be super old, but you know how there's lights that are a soft warm glow? And then wood panel walls, and there's just this feel....it's so nice and makes me happy and feel at home. Probably because ued to we had wood panel walls but well I can be out and about and some places have that and it's just nice.

Or those homes that get turned into business that's also so nice to me, makes me think of my town.

Old cars, we have this one in town by the abandoned train station and it's covered in vibes and it's been there since forever....so it's just old, typical, small town stuff, makes me happy and feel nice, makes me think of home and nic memories!!

I hope you don't mind reading because I tend to rant Maple! Thanks again for the aks! It was loads of fun my guy!!!!

[mga-saloobin-ni-laong-laan]

Missing Home.

Sometimes I have bad days and I need to be brave, I need to be strong. It's up to me how I handle it, how far I can go with it. And if I don't try, how will I know?? I just think this is just a challenge, a challenge that gives me courage to pursue my dreams.

Eto pala yung feeling ng namumuhay mag-isa, humaharap sa problema pero wala kang pamilyang mapagsasabihan. Hays, I badly miss my sisters, Paciano, dad, especially mom. It’s been more a year since the last time i saw my family. Sometimes, napapaisip nalang ako kung mararanasan ko pa ba ang comfort na naranasan ko sa Calamba. Mas broken pa ata ako nung mga oras na nawalay ako sa fam kesa sa unang pagkasawi ko sa pag-ibig.

Want ko na talang maranasan ulet ang bonding namin, pero i still have my goals and my dreams. Sa tuwing naiisip ko ang ultimate ‘lodi’ ko, hinding hindi ako napapagod magpakabatak sa pag-aaral ng ophthalmology. Kahit na want na want kong umuwi ng Pinas, dapat kong tiisin ang lungkto dahil para naman ‘to sa mama ko. My mom was the first one to see my potential and so I would not let her vision loss. I want her to see how she transformed me into a fine, principled man.

At isa pa, makikita at mararanasan pa niya ang malayang Pilipinas.  Ibang-iba ang vibe dito sa Paris. Legit na maganda ang lugar na ‘to ngunit hindi ko parin maiwasang mag-isip kung paano kung kasama ko fam ko dito. Gustong gusto ko silang ilibot sa Paris. Gusto ko rin makita nila ang ganda ng Jardin d'Acclimatation, mga museum, hospital, at mga buildings dito. Bukod sa super miss ko na sila, gusto ko rin maransan manlang nilang magrelax at makalimot kahit papano sa mga problemang kinahaharap nila sa Pinas. Hindi pa man makita ni mama ang ganda ng aking layunin sa patuloy kong pag-aaral, naiintindihan ko parin s’ya kase alam kong gusto niya lamang akong ingatan mula sa nakakatakot na bukas na mararanasan ko kung patuloy akong makikialam o magbibida. Pero kahit anong mangyari, ipagpapatuloy ko ang nasimulan ko.

G lang para sa fam. 

[crimsun-n-clover]

went to chilis with my parents for dinner and that was a fucking MISTAKE.

my father keeps trying to insert himself into my life now. if i hear “i never see you anymore” one more time he better sleep with one fuckin eye open man.

i’m always in pain. i don’t want to see you. you traumatized me and you’re a bad person. i don’t like to be around you. you make me feel worse. you may be the only person who will ever understand me and i’ll loathe you to the ends of the earth over it. you destroy yourself and expect me to do the same, and then get mad when i do. you don’t see me anymore because i don’t want to be seen.

you’re not the fucking victim here steven. i don’t think either of us are. i think we’re both shitty people who are reacting to our environment, and i’d rather not make myself worse just so you feel special.

“i wish i didn’t spend all my time after i get home out in the garage smoking and answering phone calls” i wish you didn’t come waltzing in when i’m playing guitar to say you want to “jam” with me and completely destroy any motivation i had. i wish you spent more time in the garage pouting about your unreasonable dedication to a job you don’t even like. i wish you didn’t expect me to greet you when we make first contact. i wish you didn’t feel entitled to my time.

you’re a fucking child. you always will be. and i understand that. you were abused and neglected, of course you never grew out of it. i just don’t want to be your parent. i don’t want to validate you. i want you to look at yourself and understand that i’m allowed to not forgive you.

he went on about how life is short, implying i should be with him more. he told me that his own father is dying. i knew his autoimmune conditions were catching up to him, his rheumatoid arthritis is blocking up his lungs. if you want to be around someone who abandoned you as a child makes you feel bad about yourself every time you interact with him because of some weird guilt and entitlement dynamic, be my fucking guest. couldn’t be me.

and then after all that, him and my mother start talking all ignorant about politics and gun violence, saying that i’m getting an AK-47 for my birthday to “protect myself.” that’s not fucking funny. that ukraine doesn’t deserve any more aid. that the world is so much more dangerous that it was in their good old days.

i went nonverbal. dad kept prodding me and i couldn’t even fucking respond and he didn’t take the hint. mom had to be the one to point it out. i just kinda sat there, curled in on myself and trying not to cry.

it keeps hitting me that the man across from me is the same drunk bastard who i was willing to kill for my own safety.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods, Shadowpact, Superfam

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC, Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Mia Kent, Roxy Leech, Kara Danvers, Chris Kent, Thara Ak-Var, Match DC, Thaddeus Thawne

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay, Lightrion, MatchThad

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Nine: The First Blood (Laney's POV)

Kara wanted to take us on a family trip like the El family did in the old country. Mom and Dad were out of town with Jon, so it was my sister, my brothers, their partners, and me. My little brother, Chris’s girlfriend from the Kryptonian cultural club at his high school. They’re old-fashioned, cute high school sweethearts. Sugary-sweet and almost nauseatingly innocent. They’ve been friends since they were twelve, and this is their first real trip as more than friends. I was surprised her parents let her go, but our family was famous back home in Krypton. 

Conner didn’t bring a date, but he did bring Roxy. She saved his life when he needed a kidney a few years ago. Now, Roxy’s our honorary sister. She also happens to be a cop. Or a cop in training. They whispered the whole car ride about something, but I couldn’t hear. It seemed like they were arguing. 

Match came with his weird little blonde boyfriend. He came out to Mom and Dad last year, so we couldn’t judge his partners. Between you and me, I don’t think anyone would mind him dating boys if he didn’t pick such strange guys. Oh… His boyfriend’s name is Thad. And I know we call my brother Match or whatever, but his name is Max. Match is just a nickname. His boyfriend’s given name was Thaddeus. I’m not judging the guy, but he could’ve been more friendly when he met us.

Kara, Mia, and I didn’t bring anyone, which was nice. We took turns driving, but Roxy had to take over for good after sunset. She was the only one who could see in the dense darkness and the rain. The rest of us wore glasses. And in Thara and Chris’s case, they were too young to drive. Roxy wasn’t the safest driver, so I sat in the back with the kids, and they fell asleep on either side of me. I nearly nodded off before Roxy hit something with the station wagon. I heard a whine or a screech, and Conner gasped awake. “What happened?” I asked. 

“Conner, I think I hit something—.” 

“I’m Laney,” I answered. Oh, yeah. Match, Conner, and I are identical triplets. I don’t feel like we’re that identical. Conner always kept his hair curly and had earrings. Match is bulkier than both of us. And me… I almost lost complete sight in my left eye after a fight our sophomore year, so it was duller and weaker than my right one. “What’d you hit?” I was almost angry because it scared me awake. 

“I don’t know. I’ll get out and see—.” 

“It’s pitch black out there. I’ll get out and look,” Conner interrupted. I climbed from the backseat and followed Conner out. Conner covered his mouth and turned away. 

“Don’t throw up,” I warned him. Conner was the most sensitive of the three of us. He cried at movies and lived for the sake of romance while being the coolest of us. But he was no help when it came to things like this. “Conner, look at me. Do not—.” Conner gagged. “Stop.” 

“It’s still alive,” Conner whimpered. 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Go get Match,” I replied. Conner obeyed. I was the oldest of the three of us. It was me, then Conner, and Match. Match was a surprise. Match got out of the car and gave me a pair of gloves. “What are—?” 

Match put his gloves on and pointed toward the injured animal in the road. I followed him. When we approached the animal, a car stopped in the middle of the road and offered to help. “No, thanks! Can you get around?” I asked. He nodded and got in his car. “Come on, Match. We gotta move this dog out of the road—.”

“No… Coyote,” Match whispered. I took my pocket knife out and shut my eyes. I had to do it a few times before when we were kids. I didn’t like to talk about it. “Laney?” 

“I’m okay. Let’s get it out of the road,” I commanded. We carried it to the side of the road, took off our gloves, and got in the car. Conner glanced at us and pressed his palms to his eyelids. “Don’t you dare throw up in this car.” I didn’t like vomit… Okay? 

“Was it quick?” Conner asked. 

“Yeah. Let’s go,” I answered. Roxy nodded and kept on the path to our cabin. Match and Thad got the master bedroom. The girls shared a room, and I shared a room with Conner and Chris. Our room had three beds, so we didn’t have to share one. I went straight to bed, but the thunderstorm woke me up. Actually… Chris woke me up. He shoved me awake. Chris didn’t mean to be rough. He was always unnaturally strong for a little kid. 

“What’s the matter?” I whispered. 

“Well—. Laney, can I—?” Chris jolted when lightning struck, and I nodded. 

“Get in. It’s okay,” I replied, “It’s alright.” He lay his head on my shoulder, and I kissed his forehead. I wasn’t soft with anyone but him. “Hey, it’s okay. One-one-thousand… Two-one-thousand. Three-one-thousand. Four-one-thousand—.” Thunder and lightning. Chris turned toward me. “It’s alright. Lay down. I’ve got you.” 

Chris scrunched down in the bed. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes that I realized… Conner wasn’t in his bed. “Chris? Christopher? Christopher, where’s Conner?” I asked. 

“I don’t know… Conner was leaving when I woke up,” Chris whispered, “I thought he had to go to the bathroom or somethin’.” 

“Alright… Well, I guess Conner will be back in a little while,” I replied, “Go on. Go to sleep.” 

I lay awake, waiting for Conner. It was almost thirty minutes before Conner returned, soaking wet. “Conner? Conner, what the hell are you doing?” I asked. I was careful not to wake Chris.

“I don’t—.” Conner shivered, and I left the bed to look for a towel to wrap around him. “I don’t remember. Laney, don’t tell anyone, please.” 

“I won’t… Go shower and put something warm on,” I commanded. There was a time when Conner was the confident one. I don’t know what happened to him, but I miss the bubbly person he used to be. He was still the same old Conner to everyone else, but they don’t know him like I do. It’s fake. Something changed when we were teenagers. 

Oh! The sleepwalking. That was new. Conner started climbing out of bed in the middle of the night a few weeks before our trip. We lived together, so I knew his comings and goings. He didn’t want anyone to worry about him because the one thing you don’t want to be in a family with six kids is the kid with issues. To be fair, though… We were born with our fair share of problems. 

No one thought we’d make it when we were born. We were misdiagnosed with a terminal illness, poked and prodded for years until a doctor found out what was wrong. It was rare but treatable… Which meant the years of painful tests and hospital stays were pointless. We came out of it okay, but there was permanent damage for all of us. It messed up my central nervous system, and sometimes I shake. I don’t know why, but I do. Conner’s kidneys were fucked… And Match. He died and came back. He had it the worst. When he was dead, he ended up with permanent brain damage. Or at least we think it’s permanent. Match had years of speech therapy before he could form sentences again… And even then, it’s no more than two or three words at a time. Anyway… I waited for Conner to return from his shower. I made him sleep beside me. I didn’t make a fuss because he was upset, but I insisted quietly. Conner wrapped his arms around my right arm. I wouldn’t have slept if he didn’t.

[westerngirl32]

Memes? Idk-

In this stuff:

Nice Kwebbelkop AU Mean Captain AU (oh no not my marshmallow ;-;) Captain simps for Player- OH NO This will be updated most of the time :> Without further ado, LES BEGIN

When their ship becomes official:

Greaser: *fanboy noises*

Kwebbelkop: This is normal-

Player and Hunter: someone kill us

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Player fangirl: HeLlO~

Veteran with AK-47 be like:

Veteran: FUKIN DIE YOU BISH-

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Player as a child:

Player: Handsome boi!

Veteran, while blushing: WHA-!?

Here de pictured version:

(JEALOUS CAPTAIN LOL-)

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Player: The doors! Quickly!

Captain: The doors~ quickly~

Player: Quick, Captain!

Captain: Quick, Captai- oh-

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*At the hospital, cuz Player got injured during a mission*

Player: Viola...?

Viola: Hey mom! How are you feeling?

Player: Where is dad, Viola?

Viola: Uh, well-

Player: Is he okay? Where is he?

Viola: Mom...turn your head-

Player: ?

*Player.exe has crashed* 

(I think y’all get what I mean)

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A/N: Y’all remember Jenny right....? the name I came up for Player’s mom-

Jenny: *burning Player’s sneakers LOL*

Player: MOM?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Jenny: Isn’t it obvious?! I’m burning your fake yeezys!

Player: Fake yeezys?! But they’re just sneakers Greaser designed!

Jenny: Sneakers Greaser designed? Great, they’re worth even less! Oh wait, they are worth nothing now!

Player: And that’s why Veteran had to carry me to The Skeld today-

Hunter: DAMN SON-

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Greanix: Here, this magical charm will protect you from akumas.

Veteran: I don’t want your ridiculous charm.

Greanix: Greaser designed it.

Veteran: Who’s that again-

Greanix: *sighs* forget it.

Greanix: More importantly...

Greanix: Player licked it~

Veteran: DID I SAY I DIDN’T WANT IT? I WAS JUST JOKING! OF COURSE I WANT IT!

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Viola: Hey dad, can you try this? *passes him coffee*

Veteran, tasting it: Uh, hazelnut?

Viola: I don’t know I found it in the trash-

Veteran: YOU WHAT-

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Veteran, after hitting the wrong switch:

Veteran: Sorry I hit the wrong thing!

Player: No! 27 YEARS AGO YOUR MOTHER GAVE BIRTH TO THE WRONG THING!

Viola: Help-

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Player: Greaser? What are you writing?

Greaser: A fanfic.

Player: About what?

Greaser: You and Veteran

Player, blushin’: W-what? W-why?

Greaser: Veteran told me to, I’m being paid

Veteran: I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT ANNONYMOUS, GREASER!

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