#like she just declares she's a girl one day and her dad is like ok

[agave]

no one wants to hear this including me but saya from saya no uta is canonically transgender, so

[seresinhangmanjake]

One of Many Firsts

Dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female reader Drabble

Summary: Eve found a new guy and Jake isn't thrilled.

This is based on an idea from @xoxabs88xox that was sent ages ago. Sorry it's so late.

Oh, Baby series

Words: 500

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Jake likes enjoying his peaceful afternoon. He got the day off from work, he spent the entirety of the morning in bed with his wife, his son is sleeping peacefully in his crib after an exhausting few early hours with his grandmother, and now all that's left is to wait patiently for his baby girl's return from kindergarten. Seeing her face and hearing her excited voice when she greets him at the end of the day never fails to swell his heart. 

Until today. 

"Daddy, I got married!" Eve shouts as she runs down the hall and jumps into Jake's awaiting arms. "Just like you and Mama!"

His brow pinches as he hoists her up with his hug. "I'm sorry, what now?"

He hears a chuckle, and with his daughter wrapped in his arms, Jake turns to face you. You grin, having finally caught up to your wild child that is so used to sprinting after her father. 

"Married?" He questions as he sets Eve on her feet. "I didn't approve of that."

You walk over and he accepts your kiss just before you say, "I've been informed that Billy Fisher is the lucky boy." 

"Fisher!" Jake snaps, eyes flicking back and forth between your amused ones and the sparkling green pair that matches his own. "Absolutely not. My daughter will have nothing to do with a Fisher boy. They're wild! Bound to be troublemakers."

"Troublemaker?" Eve repeats the word with curiosity. 

"Yes, baby girl."

With a snort you say, "Jake, those boys are five and two years old."

"And I can sense it already," he grumbles, plopping down on the couch. His fingers rub deep into his forehead as Eve scrambles onto his lap. 

"Look, Daddy! Daddy, look!"

He lifts his hand from over his eyes to find five tiny fingers wiggling in his face. Around the fourth dainty digit is a thin ring of pink construction paper. It's jagged at its edges and poorly taped together, but it does the job.

A boulder settles in his stomach.

"Yea, no," Jake declares, looking at you.

You chuckle again, crossing your arms. "Jake…"

From the long look you give him he eventually surrenders. "Alright, fine," he sighs. Then he sits up a bit straighter on the couch and stares his daughter right in the eye. "But first of all, a paper ring is not good enough for you. Do not accept less than you deserve. And second…" 

He hesitates, taking another breath when Eve tilts her head in question. "Nevermind, just go play. We'll come get you when it's time to leave for ice cream."

"Ok!" She yelps and hops down, disappearing up the stairs. 

When you're sure she's in her playroom, you ask, "What was second?"

Jake shakes his head. "It's too early to explain divorce to her."

"Oh, don't worry about that," you begin, walking closer and taking the free spot on his lap. His arms instantly curl around your waist. "You know our daughter. By next week, she'll have forgotten all about it."

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Tags: @wkndwlff @kmc1989 @sagittarius-flowerchild @dempy @oliviah-25 @rosiahills22 @cinderellasmissingshoe @leila22rogers @novagreen04 @multifandomlover4life @mayhemmanaged @memeorydotcom @ryiamarie

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Promises

written for @steddiemicrofic

prompt: one || wc: 1,111 || rating: T || cws: hurt/no comfort, cheating, custody and divorce, panic attacks, child tantrum

Thanks to the lovely @carolperkinsexgirlfriend for the edits!

“Max, go get your stuff.” Steve’s voice comes out sterner than he means to, but he’s exhausted after a long day of running errands. He doesn’t want to stand in the middle of his ex’s entryway and try to explain to their ten year old why her weekend with Daddy is over.

“But Dad,” she whines, “why can’t I stay overnight at Daddy’s again?”

“No, Max, ok? I’m sorry, but you have school and you still have homework to do. Now can you please go pack up? Auntie Robin is in the car waiting for us.”

She grumbles, holding back tears. “Why can’t I stay here? I want to live here and sleep here and Daddy can take me to school. Dad, I promise I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, stepping into the living room with Max’s bag over his shoulder. He squats down in front of her. A bittersweet smile wobbles underneath his scrunched up nose, and Steve can tell he’s barely keeping it together. “We don’t want to keep Dad waiting, alright? He’s tired, just like you, and you’ll both sleep better in your own beds, right?”

Max throws her small arms around Eddie’s neck and buries her tear-stained cheeks into his messy hair. He squeezes her tight, and Steve sees his body heave with a shake that Eddie tries to pass off as a sigh.

Steve’s resolve starts to crumble. He turns his back on the scene, pretending he can’t hear their quiet declarations of love and promises of next time. Pretends he doesn’t know Eddie’s looking up at him, silently pleading for forgiveness. A look filled with all the empty words Steve’s heard before.

“I miss you,” Max cries “I want you to come home.” A tear slips down Steve’s cheek and he quickly wipes it away.

“I miss you too, Honey.” Eddie chokes around another sob. “But Daddy’s going to stay here for a while, ok? I know it’s hard but everything’s gonna be alright, I promise.”

Steve coughs, hopelessly trying to dislodge the lump clogged in his throat. Except Eddie takes it as a cue of impatience. He doesn’t say anything though, just stands and guides her to the door where Steve’s still pretending not to notice.

“Come on Max, let’s go home.” 

“No.” Max says, voice hard with conviction. “I’m not going home with you. I’m staying here with Daddy. Forever.”

“Max,” Steve responds, trying to match her tone, “I’m done arguing about this, we need to leave.”

“Why is Daddy even staying here?” Her face and neck are painted with angry red splotches, and Steve can spot a tantrum bubbling up. Normally, gentle understanding and praise calms her down. But how can he even begin to answer her? How does he explain to her that her Daddy hurt him beyond repair? 

The only consolation Steve got on the worst day of his life was that Max wasn’t home to watch her Daddy stumble in through the front door sobbing at nine in the morning, reeking of booze, stale cigarettes and strange lavender perfume. At least she didn’t have to listen to Eddie’s desperate apologies between bouts of vomiting, or Steve screaming at him to get out while he threw Eddie’s acoustic down the stairs.

Steve loves his little girl, so of course he won’t tell her the truth. He’ll even lie to her, no matter the consequences, to make sure nothing taints her relationship with Eddie. He’s always been an amazing father, and what happened doesn’t change that.

She starts shouting again. “He should live at home with us! Why don’t you let him come home, please? Dad, I swear I’ll do anything you want!” 

Thankfully she’s facing Steve, because he looks past her at Eddie, who’s soaking his sleeves in tears. Steve’s watched Eddie cry more in the past three months than he has their entire marriage.

“No, honey, please let’s just talk–”

“No, I hate you! I hate you! I wish I lived here with Daddy instead of you!”

She quickly turns around, snatching up her pack from the floor where Eddie had placed it. Steve’s head rings with the violent slam of the door closing behind her. His mind’s filled with static, and he wonders how his life came to this.

Since he kicked Eddie out, Steve’s constantly reminding himself that he made the right decision. He’s been cheated on in almost all of his relationships, and he always gave them a second chance. Everything would go back to normal for a while before the relationship eventually soured, leaving him devastated. 

He refuses to keep giving people who hurt him another chance.

If they really loved him, they wouldn’t have hurt him. If Eddie really loved him, he wouldn’t have been tempted.

Eddie vowed to love Steve, and only Steve. Forever.

A lie. Another broken promise.

But now her words leave Steve cut open and bleeding out in the middle of his ex's new apartment. He collapses under the weight of it all, knees buckling to the floor. As the panic sets in, he’s wrapped up in a warm embrace, ringed fingers combing through his hair and soft shushes in his ear. 

They fall into routine. Eddie tells him when to inhale and exhale, a hand gliding up and down his back. Steve climbs further into his lap, seeking an old comfort he’s yet to replace.

“Angel, you know she didn’t mean it.” He tries so hard to whisper, but Eddie’s voice cracks around the nickname and there’s tears on the back of Steve’s neck. “We’re not our parents. Even if– though. Even though we aren’t together, we’ll still love and support her no matter what. You’re the best dad, Angel, I promise.”

Steve catches the golden shine of Eddie’s wedding band as it passes across his forehead. The image of his own matching silver band stuffed in the back of his nightstand makes him feel sick.

“You’ve always been good to us,” Eddie continues. “We’re so lucky to have you. We– she loves you so much, Angel.”

He wonders if tonight, like every night, he’ll slip the ring as he lays in bed. Or if he’ll be able to fall asleep without dusting his pillow with a small puff of Eddie’s cologne. 

Steve misses him– misses them. They’re supposed to be a family.

Nuzzling his nose into Eddie’s neck, he inhales deep and greedy until the lightheadedness leaves him tingling. Shaky lips press against the top of Steve’s head on a ragged exhale, as the soothing hand in his hair tightens, holds him in place. 

Steve cries and wonders if he could survive one more second chance.

[lildrabbles]

Chapter 5: Getting to know each other

2007! Raph x Female! Reader

Summary: It's been a long day, but you finally get to know more about the turtle.

Warnings: swearing

A/N: sorry for not updating in a couple days! Kinda forget about it, but I just needed to add a couple more things then I was done!

You were extremely tired by the time you got home. You had to take the subway, which was as usual, full of sketch heads. You fumbled with your keys when you arrived at your apartment door. You heard a door open from down the hall, making you look up. It was your nosey neighbour, Brenda.

"Oh hello there!" She smiled happily.

You smiled to be polite. "Hello Brenda." You quickly got back to fumbling with the lock so you didn't have to talk to her.

"So have you heard the news about this Nightwatcher? I think it's just crazy!" She said, walking over right beside you.

You cringed a little. "O-oh, yeah, it is crazy.."

"Well I personally think he should just stop, I mean it's the police job to do that kind of stuff! He's just putting more people in danger!" She exclaimed.

"Mmhmm.." You nodded before finally getting the key in the hole. "Well, I gotta get going-"

"And that whole thing about the police chase last night was absurd!"

"Yeah haha, ok I gotta-"

"Oh! And that new restaurant that opened in town, you and I should totally go some time for a girl's night!"

"Yes that would be great, but I really have to get going now." You finally managed to finish a sentence.

"Oh yeah of course, of course! Have a good night, hun!" She then turned away, flipping her hair as she walked back down the hall.

You groaned quietly as you walked in your apartment, slipping your shoes off as you relocked your door. You looked around. "Raph?" You called out, half expecting no answer.

To your surprise, you heard a "Through here!" With the gruff, Manhattan accent you had already somehow gotten used to, despite it only being a day.

You walked through to the living room to find him sprawled out on the couch looking at his sais.

"You're still here?" A hint of surprise in your voice.

"You said to stay, didn't ya?" He quirked an eyebrow up.

"Well yeah, I just didn't expect you to..."

"Listen? Yeah I get told that a lot." He said before throwing his sais down on the coffee table, then sitting up, winching a little but otherwise was fine.

You walked over and sat beside him. "What did you do all day?"

Raph shrugged. "Nothing really... I uh, took a bath earlier, if you don't mind."

"No of course not!" You smiled up at him.

He smiled a little back at you, before clearing his voice and looking away. "How was work?" He asked with a gruff voice.

"Eh, tiring." You shrugged, leaning back. He nodded. Silence fell over the both of you, until you decided to break it.

"So um.. when are you planning to go back to the sewers?"

"Depends, when will Doc Y/N declare me healthy again?" He smirked a little.

You giggled. "Well, you still need to let it heal, but... I mean, if your family is worried then it must be best to go back. Do you have first aid down there?"

He nodded. "Yeah, Don has some."

You looked up at him questioningly.

"Oh, he's uh, my brother. My other one is Mikey."

"Didn't you mention something about another brother?"

"Hm?" He furrowed his brows.

"Well, last night you said 'my brother's are probably worried about them, 2 of them at least' or something like that. So do you have more than 2 other brothers?"

He chuckled. "Well, aren't you observant?" He sighed. "My other brother, he's the oldest, his name is Leo, but.. he left a while ago, and I think he aint coming back for a while. Cuz he has to be 'worthy' or some shit." He scoffed.

"Oh..." You didn't wanna pry too much cuz he seemed upset about it, so you moved on with a different question. "So are you all turtles?"

Raph nodded. "Yep. Mutated freaks. Well, I guess there's my dad, too."

"Is he a turtle too?"

"Ah... no, actually. He's not our biological father, um... he's a mutated rat. We're just a family of mutants."

Your eyes widened a little. "Oh!" You then smiled. "Tell me more!"

He grinned a little, happy to finally have someone to talk to.

You both ended up talking for hours, asking each other questions. Raph knew he could trust you. Which was weird cuz he didn't usually ever trust anyone. But there was just someone about you that... he knew he could trust with his and his family's secret.

It was starting to get dark by the time you started running out of questions to ask.

You finally sighed. "Well, you probably wanna be heading back down to the sewers, huh?"

"Eh, yeah probably.. don't wanna worry my brother's TOO much." Raph chuckled.

You stood up and smiled. "Give me a minute, I have something for you and your family."

You then walked over to your kitchen area behind the counter, grabbing a random bag along the way. You started to pack some extra food you had, and some snacks for them as well as some drinks. You then grabbed a small piece of paper, writing your name and phone number on it before sticking it in the bag with the rest of the goods.

You quickly ran to your bathroom to grab your first aid kit and grabbed some extra bandages and gauze and ran back to stick them in the bag as well, just in case they ran out. When you were finished, you handed the bag to him.

He looked dumbfounded."Uh... Y/N this is great but I can't accept this, what about you-"

"Don't worry about me silly, I can buy stuff, you can't. Just... please, take it. My numbers in there too... j-just in case of an emergency or..."

"Or?" Raph tilted his head in confusion.

"... or maybe if you ever wanted to hang out again. You seem like a nice guy, and I would love to see you again other than just the news." You giggled a little.

He blushed a little. "Uh, y-yeah, I would like that too." He smiled. Actually being referred to as a guy and not a turtle mutant freak gave him a funny but enjoyable feeling in his stomach. After he realised what was happening he cleared his voice. "Well i best get going.."

"Right! Right.." You smiled awkwardly up at him while walking him to your window.

Before he stepped out onto the fire escape, he looked back at you. "And uh... I guess I should thank you, Y/N. You saved my life."

"And you saved mine." You smiled. "Ok go, before someone gets suspicious."

He smirked before jumping out, then somehow jumping off the railing and onto the ground on his feet, stumbling a little as the hand holding the bag came up to grasp at his wound. You heard him mutter "fck!", before running off into the night and disappearing into the shadows. You worried about him, but you knew he would be fine.

[spiteless-xo]

I was wondering how did our fav couple from tbaw spent Valentine's day? 👉🏻👈🏻

hello hello, sorry this is so late 😭

Eren is so excited to spend Valentine's Day with you.

It's special for you because it's your first Valentine's Day as a couple, but it's also special for him because it's his first Valentine's Day... ever.

Back in his fuckboy days, he'd conveniently end things with whoever he was sleeping with in February to avoid the awkward, are-we-together? conversation. Once, he got a girl a funny card he found at the store (he didn't even write anything inside), but then she got really weird and clingy, so he decided it was easier to just be single.

But not anymore. Not when he has you.

He stresses about it for about a month leading up to the day itself. Armin stops answering his calls after the first week, so then he starts bothering Sasha -- and, of course, she's thrilled to be involved.

("Flowers are a great gift! You have to get her a bouquet of roses!"

"Yeah, I was thinking I could get them delivered to her at work -- y'know, so all those fuckheads she works with remember that she's with me."

"Ok, tone down the Alpha Male energy, Eren. She doesn't even look at other guys."

"I just want to make sure."

"Well... in that case... you're going to have to do better than just a bouquet of roses, how cliche."

"It was your idea!")

Thanks to Sasha's "helpful" guidance, Eren ends up spending quite a bit on your gift for Valentine's Day. Roses, chocolates, dinner reservations at some fancy restaurant in the city, a teddy bear and a squishmallow ("Because they're different," Sasha insists) -- not to mention the necklace he bought at Tiffany's that cost almost as much as what he makes in a month. Thank God, his dad pays his rent.

But when he picks you up and he watches you bounce down the road to his car, his heart stops.

None of the gifts in the backseat are enough for you. You deserve the World and he wants to be the one to give it to you. His love for you can't be expressed in something so mundane like flowers and chocolates.

Not when he wakes up every morning next to you with a smile on his face. When he can't help his heart from racing when he sees your name pop up on his phone. When every day spent with you feels better than the last, and yet he still yearns for more.

His love for you is overwhelming and all-encompassing, and all these stupid trinkets in the backseat seem dull compared to the brightness of your smile.

"Hi, Eren!"

"I'm so fucking in love with you."

You scrunch your nose at him and roll your eyes because you're used to his random love declarations. "I got you a little something for Valentine's Day," you say, holding out a small box over the centre console of his car.

He doesn't want to look away from your pretty face, but when you wave the box in his face, he takes it from your grasp. "What is it?" he asks, tearing at the wrapping paper. "I told you I don't need anything."

"It's the least I can do for you after all of that," you gesture vaguely to the back seat, where all of Eren's gifts for you are sitting, and he feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

He looks down at the gift curiously, turning the box around as he tries to make sense of what he's looking at. "What is this?"

"It's Lego Roses," you explain. "I know how much you love building Gundams, and I'm not as good as you -- you know that -- but I thought this could be a fun little thing we could build together."

"I'm so fucking in love with you."

"Yeah, I love you too, Eren."

[toon-tales]

Hiya, guys! As you can see, another one shot of the 'Branch has a child' au, cause I can't stop now! Anyway, just wanted to describe Rosiepuff, cause I suck at drawing. Ok, so, she has pastel yellow skin and coral, specifically peach pink, hair, and her nose is that salmon shade of red. Pastels, as you can see, because who doesn't like pastels?

Also, this takes place during THIH, after Branch's gift exploded

Anyway, enjoy!

Crafted bonds

It blew up as fast as it came together. That's probably why it blew up. Branch groaned, reaching out a shaky hand to the back of his head. Great, he thought sarcastically. Just great.

Then a small cough interrupted his thoughts.

His instincts kicked in, and the first thought that crossed his mind was Rosiepuff, his daughter. With the colorful dust still hanging in the air, he swiftly maneuvered through the scattered remnants of his grand gesture, his eyes searching for her familiar face. The bunker, usually a place of calm, was now a canvas of disarray, but all that mattered to Branch was Rosiepuff's safety.

He found her not far from the epicenter of the blast, her wide eyes reflecting the myriad of colors that had painted the place just seconds ago. She was startled, yes, but unharmed, her resilient spirit already turning the shock into curiosity. Seeing her guardian's concerned expression, Rosiepuff reached out, her small hands finding Branch's larger ones, a silent reassurance that all was well. Her smile, a little shaky but genuine, was enough to ease Branch's worry.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he suddenly asked, pulling away from the hug and examining her, his hands moving with practiced ease to inspect for any injuries. "Legs? Arms? Feet? Anything?"

The girl shook her head. "I'm fine, Daddy," she muttered, slightly shaking as she buried her face in the older Troll's chest. Branch sighed in relief. His grip tightened around the smaller finger ever so slightly, careful not to hurt her.

"What are you going to get Aunt Poppy now?" Excellent question. Problem? Branch didn't know. He stood amidst the chaos, his heart sinking as his eyes fell upon the torn remnants of photographs scattered around him. Hands hesitant, they reached for the scattered pieces of pictures around him. They were split, torn, the once-taken-care-of's. Each picture was a captured moment, a memory of the laughter and love he shared with Poppy, now frayed at the edges and split by unintended mishaps. The vibrant colors of their past adventures seemed to fade before his eyes, overshadowed by the gray pall of regret that now hung in the air. He knelt down, gingerly picking up another piece of a photo, the edges rough against his fingertips. It was a snapshot of a picnic they had, with Poppy's radiant smile being the centerpiece of that sunny day. Another piece showed them mid-dance, lost in the music and in each other. Branch felt a lump form in his throat as he put them together.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, trying to center himself amidst the storm of emotions. When he opened them again, his resolve had hardened. With careful hands, he began to gather the pieces, laying them out like a tapestry of their time together. Some edges matched, while others did not, but each fragment was precious, as he placed them on the table.

With a determined spark in his eyes, Branch turned to Rosiepuff and declared, "We're going to make a scrapbook, Rosie. A scrapbook for all these memories."

Rosiepuff's face lit up with excitement, her tiny hands clapping in joy. "Scrapbooking with dad!" she squealed, bouncing on her toes. Together, they gathered the torn photographs, the glitter, and even the bits and pieces that were scattered around from the explosion. They laid everything out on the table, a canvas waiting to be transformed.

"Okay, sweetheart, we'll start by placing the photos here," Branch instructed, pointing to the empty pages of the notebook. Rosiepuff nodded eagerly, her fingers already picking up a photo of her and Poppy playing dress-up. "This one is my favorite. Can we add it?" she asked, waiting for permission to place the photo on the page.

Branch smiled. "We'll add whatever we want when we get to it." Another squeal escaped the young girl.

Branch chuckled as he sat next to her. "Now, what do you think we should add?"

Rosiepuff, needles to be told, had already gathered all the colorful papers she could find. She let them land on the table with a soft thud, and dust flew around them for a second. Her eyes beamed with joy. "Will those work?"

"You bet, sweetheart," her father replied with a 'let's get down to business' smile. "Let's start from the beginning."

"The trip to Bergen town?"

"The trip to Bergen town," Branch confirmed, handing her two different shades of purple pieces of paper and a pencil. "Can you draw a spider?"

She looked up at him. "Like the one you chased away with your hair?"

"That one."

"Yes!"

Branch smiled at her enthusiasm. He watched as she picked up her tools, drawing random lines across the paper before she began to draw the main outline. His gaze shifted to the tiny scraps in front of him. 'Branch and Poppy's great adventures' rang in his head. Simple, and beautiful. Perfect.

"Done!" a tiny voice cut through his thoughts, and a crocky drawing of a spider slipped under his face. "What do you think?"

"Amazing, Rosie," he praised. "We'll just have to cut it out and stick it."

And Rosiepuff wasted no second in grabbing the scissors. Which were gently taken from her grip.

"You're not allowed near scissors yet," Branch stated in a matter-of-factly tone. "You can draw something else while I cut it out, how about that?"

The younger pouted. "But Aunt Poppy lets me cut out the figures when we scrapbook together!"

Branch's eyes widened, the scissors' path coming to a halt. "Aunt Poppy does what?!"

Rosiepuff avoided his gaze, and she murmured a soft, "Aunt Poppy lets me hold the scissors…" as her finger traced along the wooden table.

The dull troll looked at her as if she had said she murdered someone. He sighed. "Well, from now on, you're not allowed near anything sharp. Got it?"

"But-"

"No buts, I can't risk you getting injured while I'm not here." He took out another red paper. "You can draw something else while I do the cutting."

She huffed. "Alright…" She picked up her pencil. "What should I draw?"

Branch pondered for a moment. "Hmm… how about… the moment Poppy got crowned?"

"Ay ay, Dad!" And with that, the young girl began her work.

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"Stick the rest of the pictures while I decorate the cover, can you do that?"

Rosiepuff sat with a fascinated glint in her eyes, surrounded by a sea of colorful paper, glitter, and more memories waiting to be immortalized in the scrapbook. Branch, with his gentle guidance, showed her how to select the perfect moments that captured the essence of their adventures with Poppy. He taught her the value of each memory, explaining why some moments shone brighter in their hearts. The pastel-yellow girl listened intently, her little hands carefully placing photos, her concentration palpable as she decided where each piece belonged.

"Write a little note," Branch said softly, nodding towards the shot of Poppy and his daughter playing dress-up.

Rosiepuff giggled, a small squeak escaping her lips as she wrote letters Branch couldn't quite make out. Not that his handwriting was any better.

"We're out of glue."

His eyes widened. "What? We still have so much to do!"

His daughter looked at him with an innocent smile. "Want me to borrow some from Aunt Poppy?"

"No, she'll suspect something is up…"

"We can use tape!"

He took the tape from her hand. It won't be as good, but at least it's better than leaving half of the pages empty. And besides, Poppy wouldn't suspect anything if they didn't ask for glue. "Alright, let's see."

Branch watched as her tiny hands reached for the scissors once more, only for him to win the race and have them in his grip again. A proud smile tugged at his lips, while a disappointment pout appeared on her face, as he saw her creativity bloom, despite grumpy. He offered suggestions, but more often than not, he found himself learning from Rosiepuff's uninhibited approach to the scrapbook. She mixed colors with abandon, pairs the unlikeliest of memories, and somehow, it all came together beautifully. Perhaps he could learn a thing or two from her.

"Now, let's add some…" he trailed off, gagging slightly, "glitter around it," he muttered, handing her a jar of glitter. Rosiepuff's face broke into a wide grin as she sprinkled the glitter over the page, turning it into a shimmering masterpiece.

Hours passed, and the scrapbook began to take shape, each page a collage of their lives. There were pages filled with laughter, pages that sparkled with the magic of their world, and pages that simply showed the everyday moments that, when pieced together, told the story of a family.

Finally, as they placed the last photo, Rosiepuff leaned back and admired their work. "It's beautiful, Daddy. Aunt Poppy is going to love it!" she exclaimed, her voice full of pride.

Branch wrapped an arm around Rosiepuff's shoulders, pulling her close. "She will, Rosie. And it's all thanks to you," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

[smollangrycat]

Ikran, Pt 4

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Quick Note - FINAL CHAPTER! Hi, thank you to everybody who has been enjoy this fic it has ment the world to me to see that you guys are enjoying my story’s. So here we are part 4 - 9,205 words later. I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this as I have really loved writing it 😁🥹🥰

Summary

(Pre Avatar: WOW) When 12 year old Alue’k is told by her parents that they don’t feel she’s ready for her Iknimaya she feels the need to prove them wrong … in a rather stupid way.

Warnings

Slight gore/mention of injury

Language

Mention of premature birth/ difficult brith (There is a TW so u can skip that part it’s not essential)

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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Alue’k basked in the warmth of her brothers hug, just enjoying the comfort and company.

Lo’ak smiled, he remembered so clearly how a younger Alue’k would claim hugs can make anything better and she would rather eat Ikran shit than admit otherwise.

Eh, what can you aspect from a girl that a carbon copy of her (extremely stubborn) father. 

The moment was quickly disturbed as the sound of an Ikran landing caught their attention. A figure dismounted the Ikran and made his way over to the group. As he grew closer a knot started to twist itself in Alue’k stomach as her grip grew a little tighter on her brothers.

It was their father. 

Lo’ak and Neteyam shared a concerned look, which wasn’t helping with Alue’ks growing worry at all.

The man in question all but charged at his children but at a calm pace trying to keep some level of composure. 

It wasn’t working very well.

Once Jake had reached his children he stood tall, towering over them. Alue’k stared at her feet worrying on her bottom lip and wringing her hands, she could practically feel her father burning gaze on her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she nervously let go of Neteyam and Lo’ak. Slightly lifting her head to give them a small smile showing that’s she would be ok … probably.

Both boys have small reassuring smiles before turning to face their father. Neteyam stood tall matching Jakes posture while Lo’ak stood slightly slouched looking more comfortable but the way his tail flickered in agitation and worry betrayed his facade.

Neteyam met his fathers gaze Jakes eyes were strong and determined but right now they seemed dazed and … tired. 

Who wouldn’t be? He’s been up for hours searching for his little girl who has a history of reckless behaviour. For all Jake knew his baby could have been laying broken and dead at the bottom of the floating mountains. 

Neteyam tried to ease his dads worries, he always looked out for his siblings, making sure they were safe. However Alue’k was … different. She didn’t back down, wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to prove her worth … which normally lead to her doing something stupid.

Even if she never had to, she struggled to see her worth. Her size and stature often acting as a  hindrance to her … adventurous activities.

 her entire family valued her they couldn’t imagine a life without her. Neteyam couldn’t understand how someone who is loved by others so much could feel so … alone.

He can’t even imagine what life would be like without his baby sister who’s always trying to make others laugh and smile. He can’t imagine what life would be like without any of his siblings but again Alue’k is just … different. 

Who would make there dad laugh, lighten his mood when there in trouble and would bring out their fathers goofy side when she declared a tickle fight.?

Who would make their mom smile when she looked at the way her arrows were entangled with pretty flowers and colourful plants or bring out the smile their mother reserved for when she was being bombarded with story’s of all the funny things Tonôwa had managed to do in just one day?

Who would Lo’ak spend hours joking around with, causing all sorts of trouble?

Who would kiri have to share her secrets, a confidant who would give the best advice? 

Who would wait behind with Tuk so she didn’t feel left out from the big kid games, who would always find a way to cheer her up when she was sad or know the right words to say when Tuk felt inadequate? 

And finally he thought who would hug him the hardest when he was struggling with all the pressures of being his parents golden son, to show him it was ok to mess up and make mistakes. To not have the weight of his sibling on his back at all times?

Alue’k. 

Neteyam looked at his father and watched as he sighed, pulling his hand own his face.

Jake looked at Neteyam jerking his head to the side signalling to him that he was to go home. He nodded, gently but firmly grabbing his brother by the arm and dragged him back to where their Ikran were waiting.

Once they had mounted their respected Ikran, Lo’ak turned to his older brother.

Lo’ak - She’ll be ok, right?

Neteyam met Lo’aks eyes which were filled with worry, he gave his brother a reassuring smile.

Neteyam - She’ll be fine.

That’s what he hoped. With that the brothers flew back home to wait for their father and sisters return. leaving Alue’k to her fate.

The thick silence that followed the brothers as they left was … intimidating.

The younger of the two Na’vi was still focused on her hands as she all but nearly dislocate her fingers with the force she was putting into fiddling with them.

Jake let out a long dawn out breath. Not a sigh but … yeah it was a sigh. He looked at his daughter a frown growing onto his face as his brows knitted together. Jake folded his arms all the while staring at his daughter. 

His baby girl. Who he almost lost … again! At this point he was starting to lose count of the amount of time his child has endangered herself and almost died. He was exhausted. Not of his child but the worry and fear that was weighting on him. 

When he woke up this morning to find her missing it felt as if his hart had stoped right there and then. Waking up Neytiri with shaking hands and calling out a search party to find his little girl who hopefully hadn’t joined Awa in the time it took him to find her missing.

He took in the sight of his little girl, watching her fidget and not making eye contact. He noticed the makeshift turner kit on her arm noting how the wound looked deep and might even need a few stitches … that’ll be fun.

Jake was just staring at her and Alue’k felt so nervous and some other emotion she couldn’t name.

Yeah, she new what she had down was reckless and stupid but she needed to prove herself … she had to … right.

Is that why she couldn’t look at her dad … was she ashamed, embarrassed? No, thats not it. She was proud of her accomplishment, of her victory but if that wasn’t it … what was it?

Jake - What were you thinking? You could have been killed, is that what you want? To leave this family broken so you can have a joy ride?

Jake didn’t mean his words … well not all of them. He was angry and he wanted to get his point across to his daughter. He didn’t want to loose his baby, why was that so hard for her to understand?

Alue’k stoped fidgeting instead focusing all her energy of the ground and if willing Awa to swallow her hole.

Jake - What you did was dangerous and reckless. Awas sake, and for what? To prove that your grown, that your ready for the responsibility of being a hunter? 

Alue’k stood still with bated breath, eyes still glued to the ground. Tears had started to grow in the corner of her eyes as she stops a silent sob from escaping her throat.

Fuck. She couldn’t do anything right. She had completed her Iknimaya, she had earned an Ikran so for the love of Awa why was her father still not proud of her. Why dose he still not believe in her, is she truly that hopeless that her accomplishment mean nothing?

Jake, not noticing his daughters change in dementor continues, only one thing going through his mind. His baby could of died today.

Jake - All you’ve done is prove that your not mature enough, that your not ready! Do you know how stupid this was, how recklessly life endangering your actions where? We could of lost you today!

Silent hot tears had started to make there was down Alue’ks face. Why couldn’t she be better? Why … why couldn’t she just do it right? Wait. She had done it, maybe not conventionally but she had done it, damit! So why was her dad so pissed?

Alue’k looked at her dad a new ferocity hitting her like a wave hitting a cliffs edge, she hissed angrily as her fathers ears twitched.

Alue’k - Why can’t you just be proud of me! I know I’m not perfect, I know I came out wrong but the least you could do is let me at least think you believe in me!

Her voice came out as a yell, voice hoarse from holding back sobs. Jakes eyes widened in shock … what?

Alue’k took his expression as one of being caught out and continued as hot tears ran down her face.

Alue’k - I know that you don’t believe in me, I’m nothing, I’m useless and I can’t do shit! I’m slower than Neteyam, I’m not as smart as kiri, I’m not as brave as Lo’ak, I’m not as helpful as Tuk! I’m not good enough, I know! 

Her yelling continues, she had wrapped her arms around herself growing desperate for any form of comfort. 

Jake looked at his daughter the weight of her words pressing down on him. Is this what she though? Is this what his baby had been carrying around with her since who in the hell knows how long? Had he truly failed as a parent this much, had he failed his baby girl?

Alue’k had went back to staring at her feet, her feeling had brought on a new exhaustion she didn’t know existed. 

Jake sighed for what felt like the millionth time today as he moved closer to the girl and lifted his daughters chin up so she was looking him in the eye.

Jake - Alue’k, I see you.

Jake found his daughters words harte breaking. He couldn’t believe what he had heard, his baby girl had been suffering and had no idea. He was so focused on the idea of protecting her from the outside world that he didn’t realise what was happening to her on the inside.

Alue’k sobbed clinging onto her father as he brought her in for a hug. He held her tight almost as if she would disappear if he loosened his grasp. 

Jake sat on the ground, pulling his daughter to sit on his lap as he made a comforting rumbling noise from his chest. Alue’k leans into her fathers hug as her sobs slowly turn into sniffles. 

The older Na’vi looked down at his daughter in his lap, a gentil smile gracing his face as he slowly rocked her back a forth in a comforting motion. Just like he had when she was a baby. (Well she was alway going to be his baby, no matter how old she was).

Jake - Have I ever told you the story of the day you were born?

Alue’k shook her head, her outburst of emotion had tiered her out and now she couldn’t muster the energy to talk.

Jake - You came into this world very early, you were too impatient to wait an extra a month. You just had to come out and meet everyone.

Jakes comment made the girl smile a soft chuckle leaving her chest, it was met by a smile from her father who was just happy to see his baby laughing … and alive, safe in his arms where he could protect her.

Jake - Your mother and I were so happy to meet you but you were so small, I could hold you with one hand. 

Jake looked away for a moment as it it physically hurt him to say his next sentence … which it did. Nobody want to talk about their child almost being taken away from them, especially when they’ve bearly had the chance to get to know them.

Jake - When you were born you didn’t cry, you were completely silent. Your mother and I begged Awa to let you breathe, begged you to breathe then Awa answered us and your chest started to breathe. You started to cry and after that I never wanted to feel like I was losing you again. 

-TW- (Mentions of difficult birth/ baby struggling to breath)

Jake didn’t mention some parts of the story as he didn’t think they were fit for a 12 year old. 

He didn’t mention how Neytiri had spent hours in labour struggling to gain any progress in delivering her baby. 

He didn’t mention Neytiris heartbroken cry’s at the realisation that their baby wasn’t breathing. 

He didn’t mention how he had broken the newborns ribs doing CPR trying to get blood flowing through her body and air to her brain as her lungs seemed to fail her. 

He didn’t mention that in his story as he still had nightmares about it.

(-End of TW-)

Jake - I see you Alue’k. You’re my baby girl who can do anything she sets her mind to. You always find a way to go on, you’re a tough kid. I believe in you. I’m just scared of losing you.

The tears that had subside only moment ago resurfaced as she clung to her father, mumbles of I’m sorry tumbling out of her mouth.

Jake just held her close shushing her, gently rocking her back and forth.

Jake - It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here. I’ve got you, your safe I promise.

After about an hour or so Alue’k calmed down and just sat comfortably in her dads arms. She finally mustered the strength to sit up a looked him in the eyes.

She understood now. While her insecurities where still there, she knew her father believed in her. He didn’t think she was not enough. 

She smiled at him and he smiled back just enjoying each others silent company.

Jake - Your grounded.

Alue’k taken aback by the ruined moment looked at her father.

Alue’k - Daddddddddd!

Jake just chuckled a small bemused huff leaving his chest.

Jake - Don’t “dadddd” me baby girl, you snuck out and nearly got yourself killed. That’s fair ground for getting grounded.

Alue’k - Uhggg.

She slumped over, laying on her father while Jake just laughed stroking her hair out of her face.

An’ri who had sat patiently while her Na’vi … finally dealt with her unresolved emotions had decide that it was time to make an appearance.

She made her way over to the Na’vi and laid her head on her friends shoulder who erupted in giggles as it somehow managed to tickle her.

Jake cocked his head and gently held his hand out to the Ikran who looked at him wearily. An’ri turned to Alue’k and watched as she hugged him showing that he was not a danger. 

So An’ri accepted his offer allowing the older Na’vi to stroke down her neck. 

Alue’k - She’s death, so she can’t hear me when we’re not bonded so I’ve got to show her I’m safe in a different way.

Alue’k explained anticipating her fathers question, Jake only nods not expecting that answer but of course it was his daughter who managed to bond with the only death Ikran he had ever heard of.

He smiled to himself watching his daughter cuddle and coo to her Ikran, reminding him so much of the girls mother who had once done the same to her own.

Once again noticing the wound on his daughters arm her pulled her to him and inspected it. He looks at her asking a silent question of what happened.

Alue’k sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck with her other hand, chuckling nervously.

Alue’k - I kinda forgot the leather tie so I had to use my … arm instead.

Jake shakes his head in disbelief.

Jake - your going to be the death of me kid.

She drew in closer to her dad, cuddling close to him.

Alue’k - I know.

A mischievous smile crossed Alue’k face as she turned back to her dad.

Alue’k - Wanna race back to high camp?

A matching smirk crossed Jakes face.

Jake - Ok baby girl but I’m not going to go east on you.

Alue’k snorted as she picked up a sleeping Tonôwa and mounted her Ikran.

Alue’k - I was hoping you’d say that.

Jake just shook his head in amusement as he mounted his Ikran making the bond.

Jake looked at the fine young women his daughter was turning into … determined, strong, funny, caring he was so proud, he didn’t think there was a word for how much pride he had for his baby. For all his children.

Jake - Ready? 

Alue’k smiles in agreement as she hold on to Tonôwa as she edges toward the cliffs face. 

Jake smiled doing the same.

Alue’k - On 1. 3, 2, 1.

With that they took of racing each other through the floating mountains back to their home, back to their family.

Laughter filled the air as Alue’k did a flip, it was as if she was made to ride Ikran … maybe she was.

Once they finally reached home Alue’k was met with a very pissed Neytiri who cuffed her on the back of her head before bringing her into a bone crushing hug.

Alue’k - … Ow.

Neytiri - Foolish girl. Never again, don’t scare us like that again.

Alue’k pulls her mom closer cuddling into her.

Alue’k - I’m sorry mama.

It was almost a whisper but Neytiri heard it, she looked at her middle daughter cupping her face and smiled. 

Neytiri - Oh my sweet girl.

She pulled Alue’k closer (If possible) to her and they just stood like that for a moment until Tuk joined.

Then kiri who laid her head on Neytiris shoulder and stood close to Alue’k (Kiri’s not a huge fan of hugs). 

Lo’ak and Neteyam soon joined cuddling close to their sisters and mother.

Finally Jake joined in the group hug as well, his large arms engulfed the entire family, holding them close.

This is when Alue’k realised something very important. No matter what, this is where she always would want to be. Wrapped in her family loving, warm … safe embrace.

Alue’k smiled enjoying the warmth and thanked Awa for her breath … for her family.

The End.

[luckycheesefoodie321]

UNFILTERED REACTIONS TO PJO SHOW EPISODE 4: yes, spoilers. No, coherence.

Something so good about seeing Sally, who we laud as best mom of all time, showing the typical parental frustration at a defiant child. BUT THEN BABY PERCY COMING BACK WITH THE COPING TECHNIQUES SHE TAUGHT HIM AND ASKING HER TO DO THE SAME.

Her being like “you’re a child of Poseidon. You need to learn how to swim!!” And fearing the natural implications of that and how she can’t protect him forever…

And it’s so interesting to have Percy be afraid to swim. Like even if he is the son of the sea god, doesn’t mean he’s gonna naturally be taken to water. One day he will. But not from the jump. Talent is nurtured not immediate.

But also WHOMST IS THIS CHILD THAT IS LITERALLY A PERFECT YOUNG WALKER SCOBELL AND WHERE DID THEY DIG HIM UP FROM???

I assume he heard Grover snoring so he naturally reached out to Annabeth BUT YALL HE REACHED OUT TO ANNABETH AFTER HIS NIGHTMARE AND yknow… nightly dream visit from malicious figure

Annabeth having a protective wrap around her head!!

NOT PERCY CALLING OUT THE WHOLE DAMN SYSTEM IN THE FOURTH EPISODE OF THE SERIES

People who care about you shouldn’t treat you that way!!!

GROVER MY ABSOLUTE BOI. I love him. Aryan is killing it as him. Perfect.

I need to see Grover eat a tin can man. Like I need it.

Annabeth I love you. Make fun of your Seaweed Brain

Centaurs not Party Ponies booo

Ooh Pan drop!

HAHAHAAHA FINALLY I’ve been waiting for the human dynamic to come into play. Percy Jackson, prepare to be wanted across the continental US.

But Annabeth my girl THAT LOOK. Leah absolutely got the pissed off Annabeth look down pat

OH THIS BITCH IS ECHIDNA

THIS ISNT THE ST LOUIS ARCH

Echidna is giving intense Karen energy

How do the police officers not hear a thing when they’re like 2 m away

“That’s what a good mother would do for her children. Not that you would know” THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH TO DISPARAGE SALLY JACKSON LIKE THAT

Oh Sonny the Chihuahua

You’re not a chihuahua

AHAHAH THERES THE ARCH

Architect Annabeth coming outttt

Oh no Percy is sickly looking already

Annabeth. I know that look. That’s a look of “a cute boy just made me laugh” look!!!

“You’ve done more for me in the past few days than my father has done in my entire life. If I have to stick with someone, I-“

“Careful. I think you’re about to call me your friend”

THE PERCABETH IS PERCABETH-ING AHHHH

Percy you can’t help it can you. You’re like “fuck my dad. He had a chance to show up.” Meanwhile girl over here you chose bc you thought you’d never be friends with and you’re already making these big declarations???

“I have an idea”

Aggressively splashes water over him in a fountain XD

NOT MY FRIEND MY ASS. PERCY “LOYALTY IS MY FATAL FLAW” JACKSON WOULD NEVER DARE TO LEAVE SOMEONE BEHIND

But also Athena you shit. Idk how legit this is given it came from Echidna but if so wtf.

OH OK. HAHAHAHAHA. I SEE YOU RICK. I SEE WHAT YOU DID. SWIRLING POOL OF WHATEVER DONE SCOOPED HIM OUTTA THE SKY XD

Ok good. Percy has unlocked underwater breathing powers!!

TUNNEL OF LOVE!!!

[jungle-angel]

🌺🎄Mele Kalikimaka🎄 49.

The kids writing letters to Santa

With Bob

I need to see this auggie's letter to Santa pls!

And thanks for the update abt his first drink with Phoenix so excited to hear it!

EEEEEEEEKK!!!! A iā ʻoe nō hoʻi e kuʻu hoaaloha (And to you as well, my friend). Sorry, I had to use translate for that one, I've picked up a little of Hawaiian here and there but definitely not fluent (lol).

December 14th, 2022

Bozeman, MT

"So are you ok picking them up and bringing them home?" Bob asked Jake over FaceTime.

"I've gotta run up that way anyways and grab the girls from school," Jake informed him. "You guys need anything before the storm hits?"

"I might need Evan Williams with extra honey," Bob chuckled. "It's gonna be a long night from the looks of it."

Jake laughed and shook his head before he hung up. Bob stuck his phone back on the charger before he made his way back over to where you were snuggling with Deidre, quietly rocking her to sleep as a movie played in the living room and the wooden rocker creaked a little bit. "Thing's getting kind of old huh?" you chuckled.

"Great-great-grandpa Jacob had it built when he came home after World War One," Bob explained. "Dad was always afraid it was gonna break one of these days but it's sturdy as ever."

You smiled a little bit as Deidre turned her head in a little bit, still asleep with the tip of her little nose brushing against the threads of your sweatshirt and through the layers against your nipple. "Guess our little snow bunny's getting sleepy," Bob remarked, his hand brushing the thin little wisps of blonde hair on her head.

"Let her sleep," you told him. "When Auggie and Patrick come home, she's going upstairs and those two are either gonna hang with their ants and uncles or your mom and dad are gonna come and get'em."

"I already bribed Dad into coming and getting them," Bob chuckled. "The squad on the other hand....."

You laughed a little bit, knowing that Penny and Maverick, Rooster and the rest of the gang already had their hands full with their own little brood of kids. You heard a truck pulling into the driveway and Jake entering the house with Auggie, Patrick and his twin girls.

"Momma!!! Momma!!! Daddy!! We wrote letters to Santa at school today!!" Auggie declared excitedly.

"Oh you did?!" you asked.

It was times like this that you, Bob and the others were relieved beyond words that you had sent the kids to one of those hippie schools that allowed the kids to write letters to Santa and do all of the other things that you and the gang remembered doing as kids......even snowball fights during recess.

Auggie quickly dug his envelope out of his Luke Skywalker backpack and handed it to Bob who carefully opened the envelope and read the letter.

"Dear Santa, please send my Dad two billion dollars and a fighter jet for Christmas," Bob read aloud before you, him and Jake burst into an unexpected bout of laughter.

"And please help me find my pet iguana, his name is 'Chicken Nugget, but we call him Nugget sometimes," Bob continued on, wiping away a tear from his eye. "I think he ate too many of Mimi's brownies, got fat and couldn't get out the dog door. Please help us find Chicken Nugget if you see him. P.S, my brother Patrick wants some roast beef, a chicken, a pizza......"

You guys could hardly contain your laughter, even as you carried Deidre back up the stairs to quickly put her in her crib. When you came back down, Jake and Bob were all practically in stitches.

"Think this is worth sending to the others?" Jake asked.

"Oh believe me it'll be worth it," Bob answered. "And just so you know, we're showing these to the kids when they go off to college."

[tornrose24]

What is the baptism and adoption ceremony like? Are they just dipped in moldy water?

Where’s eda’s adopted son, king? And does vi exist?

What kind of mold powers do the girls have?

I’ll answer these in reverse order-

The girls powers are basically what they had in their canon series. I’d say that because the area in the village used to be inhabited by ancient creatures, Belos got a hand on some DNA and mixed with the Cadou for various subjects.

-Vanessa doesn’t have a Cadou and since one of her parents didn’t get one either, she’s the least powerful, appart from being a bit more durable.

-Meteora’s powers are a mix of her parents since they both got a Cadou. (She does not have a Cadou and doesn’t need one). She could mutate like her mom but it wears her out.

-Molly has a very weakened version of her powers from TGAMM. She can make flowers grow and likely has limited healing powers because of this (I haven’t explored this in full yet).

-Luz is actually the most powerful because when Eda gave her a Cadou, she also used Titan’s DNA and the actual extent of her powers are kept a huge secret. (Obtaining Titan’s blood/dna is impossible to get in this au.) But Luz also has a mutated form of her own because of this, which was also kept a secret from Belos.

About King:

-King actually IS in this AU. A lot of the creatures were forced to leave the lands when Belos took the megamycete for himself and started trying to kill them all. The creatures managed to stay hidden and King did get to be with his Dad for a time until he accidentally entered our world with no way back home. Eda found him and figured out who he was and she’s been hiding him in her home away from the village and Belos. Only she and Luz know about him. (Part of the reason Papa Titan is posing as a Merchant during the main events is to try to find his son, but he does ally himself with Star-and Luz upon meeting her-when he sees a way to defeat Belos and return the lands back to their rightful inhabitants.) You could say that King is also technically a member of the Clawthorne house and is Luz’s ‘brother.’

-I haven’t figured out specifics yet but I’d say Vee does exist.

Ok now for the baptism/adoption ceremonies.

-In all four cases they happen in the church.

-The water used is indeed infused with a bit of the megamycete. It’s only used for baptisms since Meteora and Vanessa don’t have Cadou in their bodies to the extent of their ‘cousins.’

-Expect from religious speech from Belos that only his followers would believe before the ceremony properly starts.

-In the case of a baptism, the parent must answer the following during the process upon presenting the girl to Belos:

-“Do you promise to raise your child to fulfill their familial obligations to your house and this community?”

-“Do you promise to do whatever it takes to protect the child and thus your bloodline?”

-“Do you promise to instill loyalty in your child?” (Translation: “is your child going to be loyal to me?”)

-the girl is then baptized with water and declared heir to the family name.

-Vanessa’s wasn’t too remarkable, but Meteora’s father wasn’t even allowed to attend  due to how his Cadou affected his physical appearance and she was required to keep her more unusual features hidden. However she almost succeeded in biting Belos’ finger off-word has it that you can still hear Bill’s howls of laughter over that moment echo in the church on quiet days. 

-In the case of the adoption ceremony, the girl is transferred from her biological family to Belos before she can be given to her new adoptive parent, who must answer these questions first:

-first is the same as the first question from the baptism ceremony.

-second question is same as the second question from the baptism ceremony but without mention of a bloodline.

“Do you understand that the gift you are given should be treasured carefully?” (Translation: “I will let you take this child as your own but know that I can easily take them away from you.”)

-“Do you accept this child as your own and are willing to give your name to them?”

-the girl is then handed off to the lord and declared heir to their family name.

-neither Camila nor the McGee family were happy about being forced to give up their child to people they barely knew at the time (especially given that the girls were told that their families would meet unfortunate fates if they revealed the truth behind Belos and the lords). Eda and Scratch were not happy about that either and they got their respective kids out of there before Belos’ more devoted followers tried to get close to them.

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, Day 9

Ch 62

Dorian and Manon are such a hard couple for me to root for. I can tell they care about each other - but they haven’t had a long time to explore their relationship. I feel like they’ve been starting to in this book. But it’s hard, especially with the way Dorian thinks it’s all up to him to steal the last Wyrdkey at all costs.

(It’s hard to focus on emotions when there’s a big, scary war happening and the fate of the world and everything rests on it) (but still) (I really like both Manon and Dorian individually)

(I would have liked to see a little more from them before this proposal and breakup.)

I can’t believe Dorian took the wyrdkeys with him and just left. How horrible for Manon, to wake up and find him gone, after she tried so hard to convince him to stay! And Dorian, hitting it and quitting it, what a bastard. I’m so disappointed in him! I’m sure he felt like he had to go through with this, especially with Manon describing their potential marriage as a “sacrifice” - like baby boy just wants to be treated like he’s important and he’s loved and he didn’t want to hear her say that - but I can’t help but feel like everything he did was the wrong choice.

That being said.

We do have to get the Wyrdkeys, it’s kinda important.

And there are bigger things at play than falling in love and getting married.

I just like those things more than being a tragic hero, lol.

(Don’t be a hero, Dorian)

(Or if you feel like doing it, don’t be a tragic one)

Ch 63

Man- Aedion and Lysandra and the others were still in the most DIRE situation when I paused. I hate coming back to this.

At least a little bit of backup is here

Thanks, Captain Rolfe, appreciate you…

And hang in there, you guys. Help is on the way. All hope is not lost.

(Someone needs to give Ansel of Briarcliff a hug and tell her everything’s gonna be alright)

Ch 64

“Once, he might have scoffed. Declared that far bigger things mattered, in this war especially. And yet the hand grasping his ... He'd never known anything more precious.”

That’s what I’m talking about! Nothing matters except falling in love, you fools! Stop all this nonsense and just kiss each other and tell each other you love each other!

(Elide and Lorcan are doing it right)

(The rest of these couples need to catch up)

Ch 65

Aw poor Manon. He’ll be ok.

Don’t get too heartbroken, babe. You’ve got a war to fight.

North - to Terrasen!

Ch 66

I’m very sad that Aelin will never be a goddess again, and it’s a bummer that she can’t use her goddess powers to evaporate Maeve.

But, like Rowan, I’ll be glad it never happens again as long as Aelin doesn’t have to suffer.

I’m so sick of her talking about wanting to end things. Girl needs therapy so bad. Yrene, when you get some time, our friend Aelin needs your help with her mental health crisis.

Ch 67

“Could Yrene heal them? Erawan and Maeve? I don't know why I didn't think of it.”

I would literally love that, lol, but I somehow don’t think it will be that easy

Poor Rowan. He really, really wants a family.

I do hope Aelin recovers enough to build one with him. I hope she doesn’t give up. I hope she finds a way to save the world without dying to forge the lock.

(Or Dorian - lol - I still love you Dorian, you piece of shit)

I literally don’t understand Chaol’s dad. He’s such a bitter old man, you’d think he would be happy that Chaol came here at all - that the battle waged in his lands was one where they survived. You’d think he’d be pleased that Chaol’s in such good standing with the new world order. Instead, he’s just pissed off that his whole family hates him, and he can’t control them anymore. It’s sad that he lost his wife and Chaol’s brother because of his own shittiness. It’s sad that the only one who cares for him at all is Chaol, and it’s sad that he’s pushing him away instead of working to let this trauma heal. I would have liked to have seen him apologize for being a shitty father. I would have liked for him to confess that he loved his son. I guess it doesn’t always work that way, and at least Chaol didn’t murder him like Dorian did with his dad. Maybe the door is still open. If we never see him again after today, well, I guess that’s fine too.

PART TWO BABIES. HERE WE GO. IT’S GO TIME.

[feyravenchatter]

Yes, I just dove right in and started it. Anneliese knows about her origins and doesn't think much of her father.

Chapter 1, Part 1

“Ugh, I don’t know what I want to do.  Dad, what do you think I should do?”  The declaration and question about a possible after-school job came from the teenage girl sprawled across the sofa, arms flung out to her sides, looking at her father upside down, black hair hanging to the floor in a thick curtain.

Keith chuckled from behind his laptop.  “Whatever you want to do, Liese.  You know I'm not going to be a lot of help here.”

Anneliese sighed, rolling over.  “Yeah, I know.  You were too worried about me and finishing high school.”  A thought struck her, and she sat up abruptly.  “I can go back to babysitting.  I have my own car now.”

She reached across the space between the sofa and the coffee table, nearly falling off while grabbing her phone.  While setting up her account on the babysitting app, Keith stopped work on the report he needed to finish, watching his daughter.  She looked so much like him it was almost painful, something he was actually glad of – he wasn’t sure if he would have liked the reminder if she’d turned out looking like her father.

Keith had found out that his high school boyfriend was cheating on him the day before he found out that he was pregnant.  He’d confronted Mason about the cheating after getting the pregnancy confirmed, and he didn’t didn’t deny it, he was actually proud of himself for stringing Keith along while hooking up with another guy and regularly fucking one of the cheerleaders.  Keith hadn’t meant to tell Mason the way he did, but hearing his soon-to-be ex bragging about cheating, Keith had said that he wouldn’t want to raise their baby around a parent who cheats anyway.

Mason thought Keith was fucking with him at first, but realized that he was serious just as Keith was breaking up with him.  They had begun to attract a crowd with all of Mason’s yelling about his conquests, including Keith’s best friend Romelle.  Mason knew exactly how fucked he was, Romelle’s girlfriend Allura was possibly the most popular girl in their entire school.  Keith never even had to see him again for the rest of their last year and a half of high school, even when he came back after missing the first few weeks of senior year when their daughter was born.

Anneliese was scrolling through potential clients, but stopped when she realized Keith was watching her.  “What?” she asked, looking up.

Keith just shook his head with a small smile.  “Nothing, princess.  Just thinking about how much you look like me.”

“Yeah, you and Gramma.  I’ve seen pictures of Gramma in high school, and it could be me, except for the awful 80s hair.”  She’d gone back to scrolling while passing judgment on her grandmother’s past fashion choices, but stopped, tapping on a potential client profile.  “Oh my god, she sounds so cute,” Anneliese said all at once, reading bits out loud, “She’s four, and her big thing right now is princesses and dragons, but specifically princesses who rescue dragons.  They’re looking for someone to watch her after school until about 6-6:30 a few days a week.  I’d have to get her from daycare, but that’s ok.”

She immediately messaged the parents, dark brows knitting in either confusion or concentration as she read through the instant response.  “Huh,” she said after a few seconds, “That actually explains a bit.  Looks like it’s just her and her dad.  Nothing I don’t know about.”

Keith set his laptop on the coffee table.  He knew she didn’t mean anything by it, but her comment still hit a nerve.  He hadn’t wanted to raise her as a single parent, but between finishing high school, going to college, working when he could, and finding a job in his field he hadn’t had much time for dating, or had any luck at it when he did – no one really wanted to date a single parent of a toddler while still in college.  He loved his little girl, despite her being 16 at that point and nowhere near a little girl anymore, and wouldn’t have changed a thing, but he also knew that it was hard on her as a kid, her friends’ parents being so much older than him, and that most of them had both their parents while it was just the two of them, no matter how good his family support system was.

It only took a few seconds for what Anneliese said to register in her brain.  She knew how Keith felt about not being able to give her two parents who loved her, despite him more than making up for it.  She had never met her father, and quite honestly didn’t want to.  He couldn’t be bothered to be there for her, and she certainly wasn’t going to be there for him.

She dropped her phone in her lap, climbing across the sofa to snuggle into Keith’s side, not caring when the device clattered to the floor.  “Aw, Dad, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it like that.”

Keith wrapped an arm around his daughter and kissed the top of her head.  “I know you didn’t, princess.  So what about this little girl?”

Anneliese launched herself, grabbing her phone from the floor before settling back in beside Keith.  “Oh my god, she’s so cute.  Ok, so-”

[dahliawolfe]

Opal

Teen wolf AU

The door shut with a soft click behind her. She sighed as she made her way up the stairs, getting to work on the buttons of her bells. She threw the door open, not sparing a glance at Scott, before shucking her pants and turning to remove her shirt.

“Shirt me,” she demanded, reaching a hand out.

Scott rolled his eyes and placed one of his well worn t-shirts in his best friend’s hand. “Rough day?” he asked, looking down at his phone, steadfastly trying to ignore the fact that the most beautiful girl in the world, his best friend, was nearly naked in his room.

“That British History was hellish,” Opal sighed, flopping down on the bed with Scott. “I know we need to get you ready for your bio final, but I say, you let me sleep, and then we get pancakes and cram before we drop you off. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s ok. You want some food?”

“I want sleep, Scotty.” Opal tucked her face into the neck of her best friend and flung an arm over his waist.

…

Scott woke up alone, which was just as well, because he was hard as a rock after having Opal pressed against him all night. He had just stuck his hand down his pants when the front door flew open. Yanking his hand back like he’d been burned, he snatched the covers over himself. The smell of Opal wafted up the stairs. Soon enough, she was opening his door, greeting him with a smile. She was in a pair of workout shorts and a bra, and her naturally honey gold skin was slicked with sweat. Her long copper hair was pulled into a braid that hung down her back.

“Hey, Scotty!” she greeted. “I went to get a workout and run in. Give me 5 to shower, and we can head out. Stiles was filling up the Jeep when I ran past, so he should be here soon. Oh, shit,” she hissed. “I don’t have any more shirts. Can I borrow one?” Opal had been keeping a pile of clothes at his house since they were 15. She didn’t have the best home life, and Melissa had a soft spot for the girl.

“Uhh, I’m actually low on laundry, myself,” Scott stated, sitting up.

“Ugh, Scotty, Mel doesn’t live here anymore, so you need to learn to do your own.” Melissa was living with John Stilinski, and they were getting married in the fall. Scott kept the house. Melissa insisted. At 23; Scott, Opal, and Stiles were going into their last year of college at Beacon Hills Community College; and they’d go their own ways soon. And Scott was not ok with that, but he was trying not to think about it. “Ohh, can I wear this?!” she held up his old lacrosse jersey. And Scott nearly growled at the thought of her wearing his name.

“Umm, sure. Yeah, that’s cool.”

“You’re the best! Be right back!” Opal flounced out of his room and to the bathroom next door. Scott only breathed out a sigh when he heard the shower click on.

…

“You’re gonna kick that final’s ass, Scotty!” Opal declared an hour later as they finished up their pancake and test review session.

“Yeah, man. You got this,” Stiles added, not looking up from his phone.

“Dude, she offered to let you go with her,” Opal sighed, rolling her eyes.

“I can’t go to Italy! My dad…”

“Has my mom,” Scott supplied.

“But..But…”

“Stiles, I know that you’re worried about Lydia, but she can take care of herself. And you guys are going to NYU together next year, so a little break will be nice for both of you.”

Stiles sighed and rubbed his temples. “Lydia is going to Oxford.”

“What?!”

He nodded. “She got a late acceptance. So, I’ve decided to just go to UCLA, so I can stay home.”

“Oh, Stiles,” Opal sighed sadly, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “Well, hey, you’ve still got us. Let’s kick this summer’s ass! How about a trip to the beach?! We could drive down after Scotty’s exam, be there by night fall, and we could get a room for the night and head home tomorrow morning.”

Scott smiled. “That sounds sick, actually.”

“I don’t…” Stiles began, but Opal held her hand up, cutting him off.

“You’re going.”

…

Scott walked out into the early summer heat and sighed. He was sure he did alright on the exam, but he had struggled. He turned his phone back on to find a text from Opal telling him that she was at the Sheriff’s Department with Stiles and she was waiting for him. He smiled and began to walk.

∞

Opal was perched on the spare desk at the back of the bullpen, arguing with Stiles about which Ghostbusters movie was best, when she heard his voice.

“Opal?” Her head snapped up, midsentence and her eyes made contact with the granite colored eyes of Derek Hale.

“Derek?!” she threw herself off of the desk into his arms, and he didn’t so much as grunt when he caught her.

Derek was hugging her and chuckling quietly under his breath. “It’s good to see you too,” he joked, placing her on her feet.

That was when she noticed for the first time that he was wearing a deputy’s uniform. She raised a brow at him.

“I got tired of the big city, and John offered me a job here.  So, here I am.”

∞

Derek studied Opal. She was definitely not the kid she was when he left Beacon Hills 5 years ago. She had … filled out. She was curvy with defined muscles, thick thighs, wide hips, and an ample chest. And that smile. That smile was still the same. Her fiery hair had been bobbed when Derek left for San Francisco, but it was now nearly down to her hips. Damn, she was beautiful.

“So, you’re staying?!” she exclaimed. Derek laughed again.

“Yup. What are you guys doing for the summer?”

“Oh, well, Stiles is going to be shadowing a journalist at The Beacon. Scotty is going to be working with Deaton. And I am working at the Museum of Local History. For now, I’m a tour guide, but the owner said that if the summer goes well, he might make me the head of research and acquisitions when I graduate!”

Her excitement was contagious. “That’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll impress them.” Derek had mellowed out a lot since the days of chaos in Beacon Hills. And being back here made him feel like he was finally at home.

∞

Scott had worked up a sweat, but the blast of AC that hit him when he opened the front door of the Sheriff’s Department, was a welcomed shock. He paused, his hackles rising, as he smelled another wolf near. That’s when he looked up. Just in time for Opal to exclaim, “Scotty, look, it’s Derek!”

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 248

Beyond the Mat/The Girl Who Died

“Beyond the Mat”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean take a break to attend a wrestling match. But the fun ends when a man is found dead at the venue, with an ancient mark carved into his chest

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: would I be in these very specific circumstances? No. Probably not

This match is like “The WWE We Have At Home”

Geez…I haven’t seen a grown man be treated like an actual dog….well, actually since the last time I watched sk8 the infinity but the answer SHOULD have been ever. Anyway, it’s real weird hearing Lucifer refer to Crowley as “little puppy.”

I ADORE fanboy Dean

Aw man….not the dad who brought his son and reminded the boys of a John doing that with themmmm

You can tell Dean has wanted to play around on that stage for a LONG time

Oh thank god the demons are finally starting to turn on Lucifer, having to watch Crowley clean the floor with his tongue was a step too fat

Dean trading scar and injury stories with this older wrestler 💖

YEAHHH!!! Crowley’s out of hell!!

What. Is. Happening. Why’s the older wrestler trying to get this guy to sell his soul to a demon???

Ummm…so, it’s sell your soul or die?! Sorry, Crowley would never let that happen under his watch

Noooooooooo, why’d Lucifer have to show up RIGHT when they got to Crowley’s hand of god?? OH!! The demon I thought was working WITH Crowley was still working FOR Lucifer

Ok but like…the “I invented the double-cross”/“I perfected the double-cross” was really good. I won’t lie

Don’t meet your heroes, Dean ☹️

Oooo, been a while since we encountered some hellhounds

What a strange episode. It’s like they couldn’t figure out what to do with their literal main characters while a couple MAJOR side ones got to further the plot

“The Girl Who Died”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara help to protect a Viking village from space warriors from the future

I’m so glad someone finally snapped those stupid sunglasses. Thank you, random Viking man

That just seems dangerous to do. Maybe don’t pretend to be Odin, Doctor

Oh the new fake Odin took Clara to his fake Valhalla

Poor Maisie, she’s so so scared but still willing to fight. Way to go, not-Arya…except that way to go is a little sarcastic because they were so close to leaving and so were the aliens, but she had to go and declare war on them

Why are babies in dw so poetic? I mean…the translation the Doctor gives of what he can understand from their cries

The way he’s always worried about Clara dying 😭 no one tell me, but ARE we still hurtling towards the worse timeline for her? Where she becomes a Dalek?

Poor might-as-well-be-Arya feels out of place in her village for being too like a boy for the girls and too actually a girl for the boys

They’re gonna won with EELS??

ARE THEY GONNA KILL ARYA STARK???

Wait…is it only called the girl…….no, they did actually kill Arya

OH FINALLY. We got to the point where they explain why Peter Capaldi was both a dude in Pompeii and now the Doctor. He chose that face to remind himself, to hold himself to the promise to save people, to just save SOMEONE as Donna once begged him to

So of course he saved Arya, buy may have put upon her the curse of immortality. I’d love to see her come back….and it seems to be in an eternal youth way

OMG NOT ANOTHER TWO PARTER. Stop this, it’s madness

[evermoresversion]

dude, ok I feel like Steven is such a hopeless romantic like his sister. Like the second he lays on a girl, Shayla for example, that's all he can think about. And once they finally date, he literally remembers every little thing she tells him.

like if they ever have a conversation about what kind of flowers they like (idk?) and she says something about like violets because her dad always got them for her mom, he would have a field day. for a solid month he would only get her violets everytime he saw her.

my man's love language is obviously acts of service lets be real.

dude would also follow her around like a little lost puppy at parties and stuff to make sure she was ok and stand guard. need someone to hold your drink. check. need someone to dance with. check. your friends ditch you and you need someone to hang out with. check.

idk man do with it what you will <3

ALL FOR HER, STEVEN CONKLIN.

A/N I honestly couldn't stop smiling while reading what you posted. THE BEST THING IS THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, he's a hopeless romantic without a doubt. Enjoy this, thank u so much for your so pretty thought.

PAIRING Steven Conklin x Fem!Reader.

TW/TAGS Pure fluff.

SUMMARY I only know that Steven is more than in love, and he's definitely the best guy you've ever met.

SONG I would recommend you listen to invisible string by taylor swift just for the vibe.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | STEVEN'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

The first moment he laid eyes on you was at a beach party.

And all he could think was that you looked beautiful that night.

And as the days passed, his only thought was that you looked more beautiful than the day before.

The night both met, he first let Jeremiah know, who encouraged him to come over and make the first move.

So that's what he did, making a comment about the party, and couple of jokes too to make you laugh. And it could be said that he fell in love that night.

He officially declared your laugh to be his favorite sound ever.

Because of how nervous he felt, and because of a fight that Conrad got into that night, and he had to go separate him along with Jeremiah, he forgot to ask for your phone number or at least one of your social media.

So for a couple of weeks you were the only thing on his mind.

All he could think about was you, the talk you had, and your smile.

Oh your smile, the most beautiful he had ever seen.

He wanted, no, he needed and craved to see you again.

And it came true, at a party of a friend that the two apparently had in common.

This time you approached him before he could notice your presence at the party.

He smiled more than gladly, starting a long talk, both of you spending the whole party together.

And at the end of it, he kissed you for the first time. And this time he did ask for your phone number.

That's how at least a month went by where you went out on dates, parties, and all that stuff.

Jeremiah, Belly and Conrad watched as their friend and brother fell more and more in love with you.

It's like he's in the clouds. In a world where only you existed.

When you officially started dating as a couple, oh god, he was totally gone.

Every little thing you said to him would be registered in his mind with an "important" sign, more so if it's about you.

Your favorite color, what you are allergic to or if you're not, your favorite song, the food you least like, your favorite season of the year, everything.

He is so attentive to you that it gives you butterflies just thinking about him.

There was one time when he remembered something that made you fall for him harder.

You told him your favorite flowers and the reason why they were.

And a whole month he sent you that flowers if he couldn't take them himself, but if he could he would.

On the outings the boys and Belly did, he was always behind you or to the side of you.

He followed you around like a lost puppy.

He loved helping you and feeling that you needed him in any aspect. In addition to the fact that he also liked that you knew that he would always be there for you, be it in the slightest or in something bigger, whatever.

And definitely his love language is acts of service and I would add physical contact.

He has a hand on you all the time. Whether it is this one taking yours, hugging you, his arm around your shoulders, and the most beautiful gesture for him, even if it is very simple, was to have your little finger intertwined with his.

And although he loved kissing you, definitely the kiss he loves the most is the kiss on the forehead or on the temples. It seems to him something so intimate and beautiful that it is impossible for him not to do it.

Oh and he would definitely listen to the entire discography of your favorite singer or band just to have something else to talk about or just to dedicate their songs to you. Only the ones that talk about love, clearly.

In conclusion, he is a fool in love with you who would do everything, everything for you.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[kaypeace21]

Alot of the plots were good - but some aspects just really made the season overall awful . How dare they do that to Max. I'm livid about that. You really had venca's curse represent su*cidal thoughts- which we see Max overcoming in part 1 . Then part 2: bam vecna k*lls max- the girl who str*ggled with ab*se, a horrible home life ,and throughout the season overcame her su*cidal thoughts but got an awful ending . And while dying she says over and over she doesn't want to d*e. It's cruel. Even if she does wake up from the coma - is she blind and or paralyzed and never able to skate again? Play videogames watch movies ?And for what- vecna is alive , and hawkins was still destroyed. Her sacrifice wasn't worth it. And Eddie's death was not only cruel but pointless too. He didn't even save anyone during the scene. And he literally mentioned how he did not want to become like his criminal dad . They kill him and the whole town thinks he's a worse criminal than his father. And he never graduated - it was "not his year". Aka part of his last words.The erica and lucas scenes of being attacked- honestly deserves it's own post. Also the romance is still low key one of the worst cringe parts of an otherwise great show.

I'm sorry m*leven is still so sus to me. Like besides all their relationship issues, it's weird s1-s4 parallels m*leven to family members. Like seriously side eyeing the Duffers just for those weird family parallels- if m*leven is romantic endgame. I mean ...nancy called herself "ruth" and el was in "Ruth, nevada" (and that's like 1 of 20 examples). Just to name one of many of those weird family parallels. Like why do that?? And yeah if it's an actual romantic declaration - you'd think they'd kiss like they did in the beginning of s4 . Not even getting into retcons like mike saying meeting Will at age 5 was "the best thing I've ever done". But now he says his "life started" at age 12 when he met el- cause "love at first sight" bs trope. Love at first sight isn't real. And mike literally the day they found her was suggesting ways to send her away so they could go back to looking for Will, and when he thought el lied ( about seeing Will alive) he slapped her hand and yelled "what is wrong with you?"2x then later said lucas was right to not trust her. Ummm... love at first sight? That?! Ok?And wow glad Will could hear mike's confession about how the 1st day he was reported missing- mike's " life began". Mike be like : "I knew Will for 7 years , before I met el . And all my friendships prior to meeting el- meant nothing to me- because my life only began when I fell in love with El instantly and rushed into a relationship after 1 week of knowing her (and when we finally Date- we just fight for 2 seasons straight). True love. "

Honestly they parallel robin/vickie/her bf to will/mike/El - which is also sus. Given how (supposedly straight) Vickie and her bf breakup- and Vickie seems into Robin at the end of s4.

But regardless I'm so sick of just getting "crumbs" whether byler is a queer bait or s5 makes byler canon. I'm just tired- especially after how the socials /cast and crew constantly pumped up byler during pride month- before part 2.

Not to mention the fact we have to just see Will lie to mike to help m*leven. Even though he hates lying to mike. Like no that was Will's painting -el thought it was for a crush of Will's (she didn't commission it for Mike at all)! He was just trying to be a good friend and brother by trying to fix m*leven (and lying to mike to fix m*leven's failing romantic relationship).like think about it- mike literally thinks that d&d painting /"heart" metaphor was El's creative idea and something el made as a gift for him . When it was all Will!!! That "heart" line Will says to mike is used again later by Will- to encourage mike to confess he loves El. Will literally uses his own romantic words for mike- to encourage mike to confess to el instead. Gross. If m*leven is endgame- could they do it in a less awful way to Will? Not to mention mike finally says he loves el-partially because he's moved by Will's painting (he thinks is from el). Which is also messy for m*leven endgame. All those words in the car to mike were Will's confession (he literally just replaced his pronouns for "El" and "she/her" ). Even jonathan saw it that way. Will to mike: " you're guiding- inspiring . That's what you do. you're the heart, without the heart (i'd) fall apart. These past few months (i've) been lost without you.(cough mike said the "lost " line to Will first) .When you're different from other people ... when you're different ... sometimes you feel like a mistake. But you make (me) feel like (I'm) not a mistake at all. And that gives (me ) courage to fight on. If (I) seemed like (I) was pushing you away. It's because (I'm)scared of losing you. "

And the fact we're just left with Will sulking in the corner - and being a trope of "sad gay character in love with his (supposedly straight) best friend". And have Will low key fix that the dysfunction het couple - who have trivial convoluted drama/dysfunction every season they date. But never actually resolve any of their fundamental issues - lying, spying, neglecting all their friends for eachother ,etc. Because you know the trope: gays always have to step aside and sacrifice the romantic love they have for a friend -so that same friend can instead live " happily ever after" (in a het relationship). Even if that het couple is dysfunctional and poorly written. I'm gay ... and just so tired of this type of stuff , repeated over and over and over again in media. Do writers not realize bad-rep is much worse than no-rep?Like if byler isn't canon these scenes right here are literally just rubbing salt in the wounds of Will and other gay/queer fans who empathize or relate to him.

It's like i've mentioned in the past a lot of straight writers LOVE the 'sad gay - trope' . Alot of those straight writers don't empathize with us as people, they infact "romanticize our pain" and find it "beautiful" . And just find our suffering "dramatic and angsty" decoration to their story- where they can also add bragging points of being "inclusive". They don't actually care about how problematic the queer rep is -and how it negatively affects us.

Even Will said he'd rather "pull the bandaid off" in regards to romance drama between him and mike. But duffers didn't do that- or give any closure for Will. Nah they forgot his bday and did this instead. Heck, no romantic closure for Will or even the whole st*ncy/j*ncy drama. Which is a whole other can of worms in itself (i'm saying this as someone who doesnt ship either st*ncy or j*ncy). Regardless of what could happen in s5. I'm just tired of how poorly some (frankly most) of the romance is handled in the series.

If m*leven is endgame they did it in the most reductive , stereotypical, predictable, and also hurtful way possible to lgbt fans. Without actually fixing m*leven's real issues to make us like them together as a couple. Heck (not only do they have problems that were never fixed ) : like lying /spying/ mike still hero worshiping her - which were never fixed ). They're now just a cliche ("love at first sight couple", who ever since they started dating have artifical convoluted drama every season ). Literally s3 and 4 are the same: m*leven neglect their friends for eachother, lie to eachother , fight with eachother, then say they're in love. There's no change , no progess they just repeat the same problematic pattern. Forget mike saying in part 1 this was a fight the pairing "couldn't get past" or mike nodding to Will saying maybe he's afraid to tell el the truth, cause she may not like it. Ummm - part 2 doesn't connect to that, why would El not like his confession? Not to mention mike only can say he loves her in s3 and 4 when her life is in danger (and in s4 when Will encourages him to keep talking)- not sus at all. The whole season Mike shares dialogue with brenner - even in the love confession (ick). And lol after his love confession- el won't talk to him. (purposeful hinting it won't work out ? or just horrible writing for an awful romantic pair who always have had poor communication?) Straight-mike narratively just makes mike a sh*t friend too- going from a great , considerate,and observant friend in s1 and 2. But , then the second he starts dating El in s3 :he neglects his friends for 2 straight seasons in favor of El (all while being a not good bf to her for 95% of their relationship). And also he literally said his life didn't begin until el (this is literally insulting to all his prior friendships which were established long before meeting el ). Straight-mike isn' t the "heart" of any party as Will claimed - not anymore (he straight up says his other relationships don't matter. Will, lucas, dustin- pfft his" life didn't even begin " until el ). Some of the worst days of Will's life - pfft mike, his bff, doesn't care about Will's tra*ma cause it gave him the chance to meet el. And he'll say it -right infront of Will. Iike mike could have said he's grateful to have met el in so many ways - but bringing up the day itself like that. Ugh. But in the end, both seasons his friends are the ones who have to help mike retain this supposed perfect romance. And let's get real they have no chemistry as a pairing- Mike just doesn't seem genuine in his love . And the confession incorporating mike's desire to be "needed" and having mike call her a "hero" and "superman'.yeah- hero worship from mike and dependence from el (winning romantic combo) . Also yeah , weird how El's "hero' is her dad and mike's is El. Given again all the family parallels. Heck terry(mom)/ mike saying "I love you" to El- is what gets her to defeat vecna.

And If byler is endgame in s5 - the duffers are overestimating how much bs they can put queer fans through- before they give us a happy ending . Like wow thanks for ending the season with mike & Will standing together, in between 2 other romantic pairings. After you made Will suffer through a bunch of problematic queer tropes (that you may subvert in s5- in like... 4 years). I'd say that framing at the end is a hint of byler- but they did the same framing in s3 only to do this in s4. So they may just leave those hints in the show to string and queer bait us longer. But honestly even if byler is canon in s5 (i actually think it has a decent chance of being endgame ): the Duffers sabotaged themselves. Becuse now bylers are less engaged in wanting to watch s5, and in s5 you'd piss off the m*levens . Cause mike would have lied to El and led her on (or just said it cause he didn't want her to d*e/ he meant he loved her in a non romantic way). But also when mike did his romance speech to El- he said the most messed up stuff right infront of Will ( aka the day Will was k*dnapped is when mike finally felt alive- cause he met El) . THAT'S SO MESSED UP. most bylers probably won't even bother to watch s5 - assuming the worst again too.

So my point is - regardless of whether mike is straight, gay or bi (they wrote themselves into a corner where mike looks bad either way). And his relationships with both of them are messy af.