#because I like to send plushies for the older siblings too when I send baby gifts to people I know

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Do you have any recommendations for other plushie makers or designers with shops where I can buy their plushies?

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Pudding when there’s suddenly gifts for her, and I mean TONS. Like flowers, chocolates anything but with cards with compliments in them. And finally a girl (reader who’s also her age) tries to talk to her with flowers because she was the one sending the gifts. Then reader just tries to ask pudding out very nervously (especially if a sibling or two is around)

LOVING YOU IS LIKE EATING SWEETS: IT'S ALWAYS A PLEASURE

Flowers,every day she found flowers on her doorstep. And where she worked. Who could have been sending her so much gifts? And with those sweet notes too?

Her siblings, especially the older ones teased her about that. A lot. But she didn't mind, they were genuinely pretty and she loved them.

But she had to say the last one was massive. A heart shaped box full of orange and rum chocolate's bars. Flowers of every colour and fragrance, plushies and so on.

She asked the courier who could have been, but received no answers,yet.

Evenings out with her siblings, especially her favourites, weren't that uncommon. But she wasn't expecting that outcome.

"uhm..Pudding? I-I would...like to invite you for a stroll, one evening if you would like" mumbled a very nervous girl.

Suddenly everything clicked: the flowers, the gifts and the notes. Blushing at the request she didn't need to turn around to know that her sisters were smiling

"oh, our baby sister has a date,uh?" Said Smoothie, and the others laughed softly. While both girls blushed.

"Well, I would love to" replied Pudding, confident in her abilities. Of course, she was nervous too, but the ecstatic part of her won.

"Really? Why don't we meet...at the café near the plaza?" , nodding as he waved her off.

Once she was far enough, laughter filled the table. " You should have seen her blushing face" said Brûlée.

Making cooing noises Pudding couldn't help but stammer a quick shut up.

All in all, she had a nice date to look, even though she was buzzing with happiness and a nervous feeling.

Truly a good day

[miekasa]

pls do dad!armin hc I’M BEGGING YOU <3

Fine. FINE. Just this once... since it’s father’s day or whatever but this is the last one I swear 🙄🙄

He was very nervous to find out you were having a kid, but it turns out all of that was for nothing because he’s pretty good with them.

Still, Armin wouldn’t want too many kids—he would love all the ones you guys do have, but he doesn’t want a family as large as Jean’s or anything.

So you have one daughter and she is the center of his entire world. Nevermind the fact that even as an infant she clearly is a mommy’s girl, Armin still loves her with his whole heart, he’d give up anything for her.

She’s a pretty quiet kid, even as a baby. Not a lot of screaming or crying or kicking or whining—just a lot of sleeping. She’s almost scarily quiet... to the point where a few weeks after taking her home, Armin took her right back to the hospital because he was worried something might have been wrong with her hearing

A valid concern, but you admit it was a little funny seeing him fuss around and essentially try to cause a crying fit. Most other parents would kill to have a kid this quiet, and here was Armin snapping in your baby girls face trying to startle her.

Turns out nothing was wrong, the doctors (several, Armin wanted to be sure) assured you that her hearing was fine; she’s just a tired little bundle of joy. It’s gives Armin a lot of relief to know she’s perfectly healthy, but it does freak him out a little when he picks her up and she falls asleep within the next two minutes.

She does not get Armin’s blonde hair and he’s not upset about it. He’s not, really. Ask him, he’s perfectly fine with it. Not even a little bothered because he knows blonde is recessive. He gets it. Totally. Not bitter.

Truthfully, she looks... almost nothing like him at all, she’s all you, save for the shape of Armin’s eyes and his button nose; but just about everything else she gets from her mom. At first glance, you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was Armin’s kid.

Do you know how exhausted and bitter he is when he picks her up from school or whatever after school activities she has and they ask him for ID every single time 😭😭

She acts like him though, and as she gets older, it’s apparent she’s got his mind and curiosity and quite frankly, his ability to manipulate the two of you into getting her just about anything she wants.

Armin loves hanging out with her as she gets older, and he’s a pro with homework help, though she turns out to not need much help. She just pretends to because she likes spending time with Armin and counting dinosaurs with him.

Matching family pajamas for every holiday occasion: Christmas, Easter, New Year’s, St. Patrick’s day, hell even your birthdays. You all have matching pajamas and Armin loves it.

When she’s a baby, one of the first things Armin buys for her is a little plushy/stuffed animal, and you better believe it stays by her side through thick and thin. She’s very careful with it, even at five years old—she would never take it anywhere where it could potentially get dirty, and she keeps it in tip top shape. It’s her most prized possession.

At around that age for father’s day, she gets Armin a miniature/keychain version of the same plushy and he literally cries himself to sleep thinking about it it’s the cutest thing anybody has ever done for him. He wears it around with pride, happily telling people the lore of tiny stuffed animal hanging from his keys whenever they point it out.

Around that age is also when Armin realizes that maybe... maybe one more kid wouldn’t be too terrible. He grew up and only child and, yeah, he had Eren and Mikasa, but he always did wish he had a sibling...

You saw how your daughter turned out, so you don’t know why Armin is still sighs deeply when your son comes along and he also looks nothing like him 😭😭

He’s almost tempted to keep having kids until one of them at least resembles him a little bit. According to punnet squares if you had four at least one of them should look something like him right...

Unlike your daughter, your son cries for everything, and honestly, his older sister is the only one who can calm him down; virtually nothing you or Armin do can quiet him, but when his sister holds him, all is well in his world.

Armin feels kinda guilty using her as a baby-quieting machine but what else can you two do. Sometimes she just walks into your room while you and Armin are (unsuccessfully) trying to calm the crying baby, and she just sighs. Hops up on the bed, sits criss-cross in between you and Armin, and pokes her little brother’s cheek, “You’re being a crybaby.” And like magic, he starts to settle down.

(“This is probably not what they meant by gifted kid, but I swear she has a gift.”)

When that doesn’t happen tho, or the crying fit happens in the middle of the night, you can usually wake up to Armin curled up inside the baby’s crib, with your son on his chest, and Armin’s hands holding him close.

Armin spends a lot of time picking out their baby/booster seats and is 100% looking up and comparing the reliability of different brands. That goes for most things tho, from strollers to bibs, he’s done a thorough check on everything.

Obviously loves beach days with the kids, even if all your son can do is sit and splash his little baby hands around. Armin thinks it’s precious and he loves holding him up and dipping his little feet into the water.

His favorite thing tho is lining everyone up to leave footprints in the sand. He always takes a picture and keeps it as his homescreen.

Mikasa is the more trusted babysitter, but whether you two like or not, Eren is the favorite. There’s just something about him the kids like. Eren doesn’t have the same talent as your daughter, but even he can quiet down the crying toddler quicker than you can. (“They just recognize greatness.” “It’s just because you’re tall and your hand is big, shutup Eren.”)

They also really like Sasha, especially your daughter, and she very loudly proclaims that Mikasa and Sasha are her role models.

Blushes very easily whenever his kids poke at or kiss his cheeks. The one picture you have him and your daughter on Armin’s birthday with her hands around his neck giving him a kiss as he blows out his candles is one of his favorites.

He tries to become a better cook, but it doesn’t work out, so he leaves that you. What he does get good at is bath time and doing hair. Braids, twists, ponytails, headbands, bows, the whole show, he becomes a pro.

He’s a fucking wreck when you send them off to school/daycare for the first time. He made fun of Eren for not being able to make it through one work day after his paternity leave was up, but Armin is hardly any better. He doesn’t end up staying at home like Eren, but it is a big adjustment for him, and he can’t say he enjoys leaving them at all. 

When your daughter learns how to read, it’s her that reads bedtime stories to him. And Armin sits there and listens like she’s the greatest storyteller in the world and always applauds her for her reading skills. 

For whatever reason, one of the few things your son likes to fall asleep to is the sound of Armin typing on his computer, so he beings to use it to his advantage; he saves just a bit of work to do from home in the evenings, and conveniently does it all right before bedtime. 

Speaking of which everyone, yourself included, gets a little kiss on the forehead before bed. Two on your birthdays. 

[singtheskyandfightlikehell]

BatFamily Headcanons: Stuffed Animals

In an attempt to productively combat my recent writer’s block, I’m practicing writing the batfam characters through short character study fics (which I will post once I make enough) and comparative headcanons. I might end up making short fics out of these, as well, since some of them got a bit long anyways

Today I decided to explore how many stuffed animals each member of the batfam (plus an adjacent character or two) has, what they think of them, how they got them, etc. I’ve got eleven characters on this list (and I’m still missing some, sorry)

Bruce:

Bruce put aside stuffed animals when he was eleven, deciding it was time to become serious. However, since acquiring children, he has been gifted a number of stuffed animals, ranging from a small and realistic brown bat to a child-sized bear wearing his cape and cowl. None of the children know this, but he keeps them all in a prominent position in his walk-in closet. Sometimes, when he has a particularly nasty fight with one of his kids, or he discovers something (like an injury) that they were hiding from him, he’ll tell the stuffed animals all the things he struggles to tell his children in the hopes that, one day, he’ll figure out how to express himself when it actually counts.

Alfred:

Alfred has no stuffed animals of his own, but he keeps the old, worn teddy bear that was once Thomas’ and later Bruce’s, alongside the somewhat lopsided bunny that Martha attempted to sew for Bruce when he was two. They sit side by side in a spotless glass cabinet filled with other memories that various members of the family have at one point or another attempted to cast aside.

Dick:

Dick has a pair of stuffed elephants, Eleonore and Zitka, and a teddy bear of his own, all from the circus. Most of the time they sit on the shelf under one of his nightstands, but when he has a particularly bad day, he’ll hold them all tightly until he falls asleep. If he’s crying, he finds it slows the tears to press kisses to the tops of their heads, or just smoosh his whole face into them. Sometimes, if he’s having a particularly good day – especially if no one else is sharing in his good mood – he’ll tell them about whatever made him happy. The rarest occasions are a bittersweet combination of both, the moments when he dwells on his happiest memories of his parents. When this happens, he is more likely to address them than his family, talking to them like old friends who were “there” for the things he’s recalling. It reminds him of the parties he would host as a small child, attended by his stuffed animals and his parents and sometimes other people from the giant family that was Haly’s, and for just that moment he’ll feel suspended somewhere between grief and content.

Barbara:

Barbara had lots of stuffed animals growing up, but as she got older, she gave most of them away. The only one she kept was a little otter that her father gave her for her first birthday. She doesn’t remember this, of course, but they have an old home video of that day which she’s seen a few times, and she know it’s one of her dad’s favorites to watch when he’s feeling nostalgic. She does remember the way she used to drag the otter with her everywhere she went when she was about four, and it’s so worn now that all of its original fluffiness has disappeared. She sets it up near her main computer and uses it in place of a rubber duck.

Jim:

When Babs decided she was too old for her stuffed animals, Jim was instructed to give them away at one of the Gotham children’s toy drives he helps run as commissioner. Only about half of them ever make it out of the house, because he keeps looking at them and remembering little moments that involve each of them. He has two boxes full of them that he swears he’s going to bring to the next drive, but he’s been swearing that for over ten years now.

Jason:

When Jason first arrived at the manor, he swore up and down that stuffed animals were dumb kids toys that he was way too old for. The first time Dick showed up at the manor after Jason was there, he brought a plush dog he’d picked up on the way there, unsure what to get his surprise new brother but not putting an excess of thought into it either. After all, he wasn’t about to ask Bruce what Jason might like. Jason made a show of scorn and tossing the toy in the trash, but when Dick was gone he dug it back out. When he was sleeping, he clutched the dog protectively against his chest like it might be snatched away at any time. When he wasn’t sleeping, he kept it hidden in a box wedged under a floorboard beneath the bed, alongside his other contraband. It was there when he died and it’s still there now. Every time he’s in the manor, he thinks about sneaking into his old room to retrieve it, alongside some of his other old belongings, but he never does. His reasoning alternates between not caring, being too old for toys, not wanting to set foot in his old room, and not wanting to get caught caring after all these years.

He does however have an obnoxiously long bright red snake that Roy won at some sort of archery carnival game while they were supposed to be tracking a suspect. He’d griped at Roy for wasting time with frivolous games, a complaint that was very on brand for their relationship. He’s pretty sure Roy saw through him, though, and understood the real reason he was so antsy to leave the carnival, given his soft apology later that night. He also recently acquired a floppy stingray, a gift from Lian for his latest birthday. She told him that she’d gotten to pet a stingray at the aquarium where she’d bought it, and it reminded her of him. Specifically, she’d said he was, “Kinda dangerous and maybe a little scary, but actually really soft to anyone who’s nice enough”. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that description, but the gift had a place of pride, resting atop an old model of his helmet that Roy had “defaced” with a sweet message that always made Jason smile.

Cass:

Cass grew up without stuffed animals, and was honestly a little confused at first about why she might want one. The first one she ever got was a tiny key-chain cat that was given to her by a little girl she saved. She was unsure what to make of the object itself, but she treasured it as a symbol, proof that she was doing good in the world. It was Steph who convinced her to look for more, to look for stuffed animals in her “style”. Eventually, she got two of the most different ones she could find: an iridescent octopus packed tightly with beans and made of a coarse fabric, and a large fluffy goose that squished like a cloud and was made of the softest fabric imaginable. She likes tossing the octopus lightly in the air to feel the weight of it, and faceplanting into the giant goose. She also has a big bear holding a plush heart that Steph got her for their first Valentine’s.

Tim:

Tim’s relationship with stuffed animals is a bit more complicated. He had five growing up: a dog, a bear, a lion, a rabbit, and a lamb. They had names, stories, personalities, and they were his friends (his only friends, at the time). When he was seven, he woke up one day to find them gone. His mother scolded him for his tears, explaining that he was too old for baby toys, and that his attachment to them would only hinder his path forward. For years, he felt ashamed whenever he thought of his grief towards them, because he knew they were just toys, he knew he was being a baby about it, and yet…

It wasn’t until he was fifteen years old and stumbled across an article about autistic people and the projection of feelings onto objects that he understood why he had been willing to sneak out at night to search through pawn store after pawn store and – once – the landfill in the hopes of seeing his beloved toys again. As a teen in the Wayne household, he knew he could get as many stuffed animals as he liked, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so after what had happened before. He got one giant, floppy moose, barely half a foot shorter than himself, that he clings to like an octopus when he manages to lay down, whether he succeeds in falling asleep or not. Additionally, on a night after Jason made amends with the family, Tim returned to his room to find a fifteen inch plush latte with a cute little face on the mug portion and a sticky note on top that simply read: Sorry for trying to kill you a bunch. My bad :) He keeps it on top of his dresser, and while he doesn’t really hug it, he did discover it was the perfect object for chucking at his siblings’ heads whenever the situation calls for it.

Steph:

Steph loves stuffed animals. While she never got any of the fancy brand name ones, or the luxuriously soft ones, or the hyper-realistic ones, her mom had a tradition of buying her one for every birthday, Christmas, and Easter. She soon had quite a collection, and – like Tim – she gave them all names and personalities. She played out complex scenarios with them and the few dolls she had, designing an intricate world of wild concepts and plots. She also used her stuffed animals to conquer her fears, like thunderstorms and darkness, by pretending they were all more scared than she was, so she had to be brave for all of them. Steph still has her whole collection, as well as quite a few “nicer” (though equally loved) ones that she has acquired from various Waynes. At this point, pretty much everyone in the Wayne family has given her a stuffed animal at some time or other. For a couple of years now, she has taken to posing with her massive collection and making fake family Christmas cards to send out to everyone she knows, where she will update them on the well-being of any plushie they’ve given her.

Duke:

Duke also has a great love of stuffed animals, although he doesn’t match Steph for quantity. He only had a few beloved animals growing up, all of which he’s held onto (a panda, a penguin, a turtle, a frog, a leopard, and a pikachu). Since being fostered by Bruce, Duke has taken to searching out and buying only the rarest stuffed animals he can find: an anteater, a platypus, a manatee, a sloth, and an axolotl have made the cut so far. Bruce knows about this and has taken to keeping an eye out for anything interesting whenever he’s out. After accidentally mentioning it at a gala one time, it has since become his favorite topic, as getting drawn into an intense discussion with Bruce Wayne about where to acquire strange plushies for his son elicits one of two reactions from his guests: delighted awws or hilariously awkward attempts to steer the conversation back to high society definitions of business and pleasure. At Duke’s request, a large shelf was built around the top of his room, so that all of his stuffed animals can sit comfortably and be clearly seen.

Damian:

Damian was much like Jason when he arrived at the manor in more ways than one, but his determination to prove himself above stuffed animals was certainly on that list. He sneered at his siblings’ attempts to treat him like the child he swore he wasn’t. And honestly, even after he began to lower his walls just a little, he still wasn’t particularly fond of stuffed animals. Sure, he privately thought they were cute, and sure he might (might) find himself holding one at night if it happened to have been left in his bed by an annoying sibling, but in general he preferred live animals to fake ones. Real animals had personalities and feelings, fake ones did not, it was as simple as that, no matter what Stephanie claimed. But as time went on, Damian found himself acquiring a small army of stuffed animals against his will. Some of his siblings (Jason, Tim, sometimes Duke) gave them to him because they found it funny to watch him growl about how he was not an infant in need of deceitful comforts. Some of his siblings (Dick, Cass, sometimes Duke… sometimes his father as well) would give them to him because they knew he liked animals so they assumed he’d like imitations of animals as well. Steph would just give them to everybody, every now and then. But regardless of motive, Damian soon found his room overflowing with stuffed animals that were moderately cute but ultimately pointless.

It wasn’t until a patrol a few years after he’d taken on the mantle of Robin that he discovered a solution. Tim had hidden a tiny stuffed bear in the medical supply compartment of his utility belt, a felt bandage wrapped around its little head. He hadn’t been wounded, but the young girl he’d rescued had been bleeding from a wound that looked worryingly dirty. The bear had fallen out of the pouch, right into her lap, and she’d stared at it with wide eyes, surprise halting the flow of her tears. She’d held onto it the whole time he disinfected her arm and bandaged it, and afterwards he had insisted she keep it. For the first time that night, she’d smiled. After that, Damian began taking a few of his many stuffed animals out on patrol with him, ready to hand out to any and all injured, lost, or otherwise traumatized children once he’d rescued them from their troubles. Eventually he began running out of toys he’d been gifted, even though he kept getting new ones, so at some point he begins to regularly sneak out for the sole purpose of acquiring stuffed animals to hand out. He never tells his siblings, but he suspects they’ve found out anyway, when the presents they give him drastically decrease in size.

[rbbalmung]

Pokemon SwSh GPL AU: Get to know ______

Guys, it’s time for my favourite pokemon ship. Prepare for loads of fluff. 

Get to Know Gloria x Hop (Postwickshipping/Hpyu): 

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? I headcannon that Gloria really likes pokemon plushies, so Hop is always unconsciously checking the stuffed animal section of stores to see if there’s any she doesn’t have. Gloria tries really hard to get him books that pertain to his research, but she really has no clue what he studies aside from the fact that it’s legendary pokemon (Legendary Pokemon are his focus). 

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Gloria! They are the cuddliest couple ever. There’s about a foot size difference between them, so she fits perfectly in his lap. (Hop is def the little spoon, tho). 

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? TBH, they would both walk around the house half naked. They’re comfort first babies, so you know Gloria’s bra is coming off and Hop is discarding his work clothes the second their door is closed. I think it’s kind of a casual thing for them, though. They’ve known each other long enough that this kind of thing doesn’t bother them. 

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Gloria has to drag Hop’s ass to bed pretty much every night. They’re both busy people, but we all know that Hop would lose track of time while working on his thesis. It is a fact that if Gloria doesn’t come to get him, he will fall asleep on his desk. 

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? They’re actually both pretty good cooks (Gloria’s mama owns a restaurant in Wedgehurst and Hop’s mom is obsessed with cooking), but I think Hop would probably be the one to burn all the food. The only reason why is because he has a harder time focusing solely on cooking instead of trying to multitask. Now, baking is a whole other story. They’re both terrible at it. 

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Gloria would be the one to read the prompts and Hop would be the denier (he secretly thinks it’s really cute whenever she does it). 

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Gloria. 100% Gloria. She is constantly cold and has a passion for stealing Hop’s hoodies. He thinks its adorable because they’re always really big on her. 

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Hop would be the errand runner and Gloria would make sure he remembered everything. It goes back to Hop’s mind being a million places at once and Gloria hyper focusing on one thing at a time. 

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Hop would drive and Gloria would give directions for similar reasons to the question above. 

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Hop doodles Gloria sometimes to keep his hands busy. It’s kind of an absent minded thing for him to do while reading an article/book. Once Sonia caught him doing it, and when I say she teases him relentlessly, I mean it. Hop absolutely does not let Gloria see these doodles (they’re very cutesy and he’d die of embarrassment). 

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? Hop would be the backflipper and Gloria would be the follower. Think back to their GPL season: Hop was blazing ahead at all times without a care in the world. Gloria is the slowest traveler in the world because she likes talking to everyone and visiting all the stores.  

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? Neither of them can hold their alcohol, but Hop at least has more body mass than Gloria. They’re a pair of lightweights and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise. (Let’s be real: Bede has to be the one to make sure they get home). 

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Gloria. I actually believe that Gloria would keep her last name even after she and Hop get married because it belongs to her mama (after the divorce, they both changed their last names to match her mama’s maiden name). Hop is also a proud Hoffman, so he wouldn’t use the name Park. However, everyone else will mix it up. Gloria gets called “Mrs. Hoffman” all the time if she’s arriving for restaurant reservations or something of the like. Newer reporters/young children call Hop “Mr. Park” because they just assume Park was his last name. 

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Neither of them are scared of bug pokemon. 

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? HOP. I mentioned it earlier, but Gloria is always cold. Bede asks why he doesn’t just make Gloria bring her own jacket and Hop replies that he likes it when she wears his jacket (they’re freaking sappy).  

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling? Pft. Leon? Please. By this point, he’s become the big brother of Gloria as well. The League members are a completely different story. They all like Hop, but since Gloria is one of their younger members and the biggest sweetheart, they’re a protective bunch (Especially Melony and Gordie). 

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Gloria, but it didn’t go well. It was right before he was leaving to finish up high school studying abroad, and the timing wasn’t right (aka Hop turned her down because he hadn’t yet realised his feelings for her). Gloria tries her best to move on but never truly gets over him. Luckily, his feelings hit him like a bag of bricks to the stomach when they reunite a couple years later.  

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? The best. They would definitely be the cool parents (I mean, come on. They’re the freaking heroes of Galar!). I think they’d also be super supportive of their child’s choices. 10/10. They’re made to be parents. (Hop would especially want to be a good dad. He’s initially nervous because he never knew his dad and thinks he might mess up, but Gloria reassures him that he’s doing a good job). 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Hop would be Mr. Perfect Grammar. Gloria would use mostly good grammar, but her texts would be littered with emojis. 

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? Hop is the more confrontational of the two. Gloria tends to believe that people are only mean to others if something bad is happening in their life, but Hop will jump from 0 to 100 if someone even looks at Gloria funny.  

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Gloria likes Hop’s bad puns, so everyone else has to cringe in discomfort at the oblivious pair. 

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? Hop. Gloria likes catching pokemon and sending them on poke jobs, so there’s a new member to their family at least once a week. 

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Hop. He’s the only one she would show vulnerability to, and he makes sure not to make her feel ashamed of it. (also, Gloria absolutely could not carry Hop. He’s like, a foot taller than her).  

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Both! They’re very supportive of each other to help ease the other’s insecurities. Hop gets really invested in her pokemon matches and Gloria throws him a little celebration every time he finishes a project.  

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Gloria. Since Hop never goes to sleep at night, it is very common for him to take 5 minute power naps without even realising it. Gloria definitely takes pictures when it happens as a reflex (They were long distance for the first 4 years of their relationship) because she wants to be able to look back at their memories together.  Like Gloria doesn’t know about Hop’s doodles of her, Hop doesn’t know about her phone album of him. 

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? Gloria? I think they both grow into their separate styles as the get older, but Gloria would push Hop to wear more colourful things. Sonia once told Hop that a man should never tell a woman what to wear because it’s rude. I don’t think Gloria would mind if he suggested something, but he is way too nervous to do it (Sonia scarred him).   

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Hop is very nervous around Urshifu and Calyrex. Urshifu because he’s terrifying, large, and very protective of Gloria. Calyrex because the pokemon will take over his body without warning to tell Gloria something.  

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Hop! If Gloria held it, Hop’s head would be in the umbrella. 

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? Oh my gosh, they’d go everywhere. I think that after Gloria steps down as champion, they travel to all the different regions for at least a couple of years. Gloria would be the one to take pictures and make a little scrapbook when they return home.  

[chronicalchaos]

Wick modern AU: Explained +Some fun facts

Uhm, i was gonna wait until i finish this AU's synopsis and new book cover, but both will be taking a while until they get ready...

And i wanted to post this "overview" for a while now, anyways, here's some fun facts and a summary of the story:

Old book cover:

I'm really proud of Sam's shading, but the twins look weird and Tom looks old...I won't use this cover, 'cus Travis and Duncan are main characters as well and i want to include them on the cover. +My art style changed!

Story summary:

Just a quick thing! I changed quite a few things to fit the narrative and the modern days setting, i hope you understand!

The story of this AU happens in September 2014, a little less than a month until Sam’s birthday, where the Weavers aren't dead– Well, most of them aren't...

The narrative is centered on a curse, that was based on the audio that plays when you pick up Benny's bible, where 7 people are affected by it: Tim, Tom, John, Sam, John's brother/Sam's dad(I won't name him), Mary and James.

Sam's, Travis' and Duncan's side of the story will be more on the investigative side maybe with a bit of comedy(I'm not good with writing that, so it will most likely be just investigation), while Tim and Tom's side will be the more angst and unusual/horror side. Sam will have a bit of horror as well, since he's linked with them by the curse, but the twins will definitely have the spotlight when it comes to horror/unusual stuff.

Fun Facts:

General:

The story happens a week, maybe a bit more, after summer break

Even tho one of the first chapters is set on school, them going to school will probably just be mentioned or implied, Example: Them leaving a school bus

For some reason, i saw a few stories where everyone knew what polio is and how it works, which i felt it wouldn't be realistic, so that won't happen here

It has a lot of paranormal stuff

The summer camp by the Weaver's property is closed and has been like that for a few years now

Just Mary and James call the twins Changelings, the rest of the city knows there are "changelings" walking around, just, not that the twins are them

There's no changelings, they think there is, but in reality it's just a curse(like that's something lighter than a demon switched with a child at birth)

The song that helps me get in the mood of this story when I'm writing is "Far too young to die" by Panic! At the disco

Timas Weaver:

Tim is 12, he'll be 13 in...approximately 3 months

He was born December 30th 2001 and is the oldest between him and Tom

He's almost an inch shorter than Tom

He has a huge burn scar! It goes from a bit more than half of his chest, both his arms, his palms and his whole neck, he got that scar when he was 3 years old

He's does not have asthma, but he does have extreme pyrophobia on it's place

He has flat affect, his face doesn't match his emotions/he looks serious most of the time(I'm so sorry if I don't portrait it right! Please give me constructive criticism if I do something wrong here!)

He's a theater kid and would be quoting a lot of musicals if Mary didn't isolate him and Tom from the world(The theater part only exists because of his and Tom's masks)

The whittling thing exists here, but like, it won't be of much importance to the story, the knife will! But not the whittle part

He despises spiders and it's Tom's fault!

He climbs trees (there's not much I can say here to be honest)

He has this...i don't know if you can call it a quirk, but, he tends to tilt his head to the left, it's kinda random

He's ambidextrous, was left handed, but Mary forced him to learn to use his right hand

He teached himself how to throw knifes...don't mess with him

Paranoia!

Needs therapy

Tomathy Weaver:

Tom is 12 and will be 13 in approximately 3 months

He was born December 30th 2001 and is the youngest between him and Tim

He's almost an inch taller than Tim

He doesn't have Polio now, he did when he was...around 5 years old

His left leg is bigger than his right one, his right feet reaches his left ankle

His left ankle is paralyzed, that's why he uses a leg brace

He's claustrophobic, he developed that on the same day Tim got his scar and pyrophobia

He won first place on a spelling bee before he got Polio and he used to spell when he got anxious, but after John's disappearence he started shuddering, shaking and cracking his joints instead, very similar to how he shudders on the game

He loves spiders!

He is really flexible, but, because of his polio, he can't play around with it anymore

He likes to draw

He has pretty bad scoliosis

Paranoia #2!

Socially awkward baby

Went to therapy when little, needs to go back

Caleb Weaver:

Caleb is 9 years old

He was born August 19th 2005

He's almost the same height as Timas

He was a year old when Tom had polio

He's actually James' kid, not John's

He won first place in 2014's(the year the story happens) county track meet

He dislikes Tim

Lillian Weaver:

Lillian is 5 years old

She was born February 28th 2009

She's a bit tall for her age

She's notorious for making little deals between her and her siblings, like helping them get away with something in exchange of something(getting her out of class during their recess, buying a new plushy, etc.)

She's a really curious and affectionate kid, loves hugs, kisses and especially being picked on someone's lap

She loves bunnies(even tho this isn't a surprise)

Benjamin Weaver:

Benjamin is 14 years old and will be 15 in less then a month

He was born October 24th 1999

He's just really tall compared to the twins (it's kinda funny, Tim and Tom are 4 years older than Caleb, but they are just an inch taller than him)

He's really religious and prays a lot for his siblings' health and safety

He's been trying to take care of Tom after John's disappearence, since Mary doesn't do it, much the opposite, she hides Tom's medicines on purpose

Mary Weaver:

I didn't give her neither an age nor a birthday...i probably need to do that

She had an affair with James, when the twins were 4 and Benny was 6, Caleb was born from this affair

She doesn't hit any of her kids, but she does neglect most of them

On the nights between Saturday and Sunday, she doesn't sleep, she spends this time praying with a candle, then, before they go to church, she writes everything that happened that night on her diary

She has a lot of diaries, she keeps them in the attic

She's a little bitch(i don't know what else to say about her)

Pastor James McAlroy:

James also doesn't have an age nor birthday (i only have the Weaver kids and Sam's birthdays)

He won't appear much, but he does have a big role on the story

He's Caleb's biological dad(i mentioned that like 3 times already)

He tried doing a "honest-to-god exorcism" on the twins, it was just a cover for an attempt of murder

He's a toxic little shit(there's not much I can say about him)

Samuel Burton:

Sam is 12 years old and will be 13 in less than a month

He was born in October 2nd 2001

Him and Travis are Brothers on their mom's part

He's cousin with the Weavers, minus Caleb, they just don't know each other

He can be just as smug as Travis sometimes

He absolutely hates going on ghost hunting, he thinks it's dumb

He has long hair and freckles all over his body

He's just too lazy to tie his own shoes

He's the only one that remembers to bring a backpack when ghost hunting

While Travis is the camera man, he's the flashlight guy

Travis Burton:

Travis is 15 years old and i don't have a birthday for him, well, he would be born in 1999 just like Benny

He doesn't like wearing glasses, but doesn't have other choice, he either doesn't take proper care of his lenses and gets his eyes irritated or he just lost them

He's the face of his and Duncan's channel

He tries to drag Sam to be part of the channel, but he doesn't really want to be part of it

He cusses way too much

He's brave, only because he goes face first into danger without thinking

Duncan:

Duncan is 15 and would also be born in 1999

Big ass coward, sends Travis and Sam to go investigate on his place every fucking time

Entitled as fuck

The "brain" behind his and Travis' channel

He's suspiciously good on researching, he'll find the most unexpected things about you

He's a little shit as well

...i think that's it! Now i can go continue the first chapter and maybe finish it soon

[oboevallis]

reconcile

back in season 16 when amelia was only a couple of months pregnant

“Who was that?” Link asked as his girlfriend stepped into the kitchen, she’d left the room to take a call when her phone unexpectedly rung.

“My mother.” Amelia sighed flopping into a chair at their kitchen table. “She wants me to come visit .”

“Are you going?”

“No!” Amelia chuckled on amusement even though they were a new couple despite a baby on the way, she’d expect him to know the fact she wasn’t on the best terms with her mother.

“It seems like she wants to fix things.” The man pointed out as he plated their dinner.

“Seems like a trap.”

“Seems like she’s trying to fix her wrong. I’m not gonna force you to do anything, you know that but maybe you’ll feel better if you two figured things out.”

“I’m perfectly content with where things are, we had a pleasant conversation on a park bench.”

“Was it enough though?” Amelia sighed at her boyfriend as she not doing subtly rolled her eyes.

“No.” The neurosurgeon mumbled as she twirled her fork into the noodles. “Fine.”

“I’ll come if that’ll make you feel better.”

“No this is something I’ve got to do on my own.”

_______________________________________

Amelia crossed her arms over her chest as she anxiously waited for her bag. She hated the JFK airport it reminded her of when she was going off to college, she’d just gotten out of rehab and her mother could barely look at her but assured her that she loved her before sending her off, her brother was a different story he’d agreed to come but he was absolutely livid with his sister, she had went out and gotten herself a drug addiction while crashing his mustang in the process.

“Amy!” The neurosurgeons mother called out.

“Ma, I told you I’d get a cab.”

“There’s no need, I saved you some money.” The older woman engulfed her daughter in a hug.

“Don’t mean to rush this, but we should get going.”

“Alright let’s get moving then.” The younger woman moved to put her luggage in the trunk of her mother’s car, noticing another suitcase.

“Why is there another suitcase in the back?” Amelia asked as she settled in the passenger seat.

“We’re gonna go upstate.”

“To the cabin?” Amelia asked in shock, it’d been years since she had been there. The last time she had run away she went to the cabin where she was snorting oxy, there Kathleen walked in with her fiancé. As Kathleen was yelling at her, she could’ve sworn their mother had possessed her, and when she made the comment it only intensified her sisters anger toward her.

“Where else would be going in upstate New York?” Carolyn asked, focusing on the road before quickly looking to the side to see her daughters reaction. “Is that okay?”

“Oh, yeah yeah it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it that’s all.” The remainder of the drive was filled with a heavy silence, periodic awkward conversation filling the minutes here and there.

When they got to the cabin they went their separate ways and unpacked. Amelia was in the room she’d share with her Lizzie when they were younger, smirking at the bunk beds as she remember all the pranks they’d pull on one another. After getting settled she walked to the closet finding it was still a cluttered mess just as it was 20 years ago. She didn’t realize she was looking for anything before she found it. Her old unicorn stuffed animal, she quickly held it to her chest.

“Amy! What do you want for dinner?” Carolyn called out from the kitchen, the neurosurgeon composed herself before meeting up with her mother.

“Anything you’d like.”

“Come on, there must be something.”

“Your tomato soup and grilled cheese.” Amelia concluded, cracking a smile. Her mother would always make this whenever someone was sick or feeling down, it was the perfect comfort food.

“Will do.” Carolyn smiled at her daughter, she was trying to resolve things between the two of them. Since the death of her son she’d been thinking about her kid’s mortality and upon hearing about her youngest’s brain tumor she’d been terrified especially since they weren’t on good terms. She wanted this weekend to pull them closer together and forgive one another.

“I’ve missed your soup.” Amelia smiled as she carefully blew on it to cool it.

“God, I can’t remember the last time I made this for you.”

“Me either.” That was a lie, it had been the first time she was withdrawing and her mother sat with her the whole time while tears were welling in her eyes. At the time she was mad her mother was crying, she wasn’t the one coming down quickly from an amazing high. She never understood why her mother cried until she met Betty and fought to help her get sober.

“I hate that Amelia. That we can’t remember, it shouldn’t be like that. I want us to fix things, I want to be a part of your life.” Carolyn concluded letting her spoon drop against the side of the bowl, the clanking causing her daughter to jump.

“Okay.” Amelia slowly nodded. “Let’s fix things.”

After the pair had dinner they went to their rooms. Amelia went back into the closet and picked up the unicorn, she had forgotten all about it. She couldn’t remember for the life of her why it was so important to her as a child, baby brain she blamed. Carefully, she lowered herself onto the bottom bunk still tightly holding the toy. For as tired as she was from the long flight and then the long drive she couldn’t seem to settle. She had thought about calling Link but he was in surgery, and then she thought about scrolling through social media but then the blue light would really prevent her from sleeping. After a while of boring her eyes into the top on the bunk, she got up and made her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Noticing the kettle on the stove, she turned around to see the back door opened slightly. She made her cup of tea and made her way to the porch. As kids whenever they’d go to the cabin if they needed their mother she was more than likely on the back porch watching the birds.

“You seeing any birds?” Amelia sarcastically asked it was pitch black out, other than the candle her mother had lit to keep mosquitoes away.

“Don’t be smart.” Carolyn smiled, happy that her daughter had made a sarcastic remark to her, it’d been years since she had done so. When Amy was a kid she’d always get annoyed when she make a smart remark, but now she found them lighthearted and entertaining. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope.” Amelia ran her finger along the rim of her mug, this mug specifically reminded her of her childhood. It was her fathers favorite, just the right size, just the right handle, just the right curvature to fit in your hands comfortably, he had bought multiple of them and made sure he always had one with him where every he went.

“I see you found your childhood friend.” Carolyn pointed to the the unicorn plushie she had under her arm.

“Oh, yeah.”

“I remember the day you got that. It was a week before your birthday and you had gotten the chicken pox, we had to send all of your siblings to Nana’s because they had never had it. The whole week you stayed in our bed and we had to put two pair of mittens on your hands to prevent you from scratching. You were always a pretty independent child, didn’t want help or comfort from a soul, but that week all you want to do was cuddle with your dad and I. So the day of your birthday, after your dad went to check on the others and made sure they were behaving. He came back with cards they had written for you, and he brought that unicorn home. The four of them all put their allowances together and got you that unicorn, since they were your absolute favorite thing in the world at the time. ”

“I didn’t know that.” Amelia was surprised to hear her voice break, she hadn’t even realized she was crying. Carolyns smile was illuminated by the candle before she looked up at the night sky to try and find a consolation. “I’m pregnant.” It was barely a whisper.

“I was waiting for you to tell me.”

“You knew? Of course you knew.” She had had five babies and an army of grandchildren. She probably always knew when one of her daughters were pregnant before they even did.

“Is it Atticus’?”

“Yeah.” Amelia couldn’t contain her smile. After a comfortable silence the girls mother spoke up again.

“This isn’t like last time.”

“It isn’t.” Amelia agreed, suddenly feeling at ease from her mother’s words.

“Does he know about Christopher?”

“Yeah, he does. He’s been really understanding about my feelings.”

“I’m glad, you deserve someone who can love and support you without making you feel guilty for your feelings.”

“Yeah.” Amelia grinned, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Do you think Daddy would’ve liked him?”

“I think he would’ve, but never would’ve showed it. Out of all of our kids spouses he would’ve been the hardest on Link.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Carolyn smiled, thinking about her late husband. It saddened her how he never got to witness any of his kids weddings. He always talked about how excited her was to walk his daughters down the isle and give them away to the right man, and how he’d give Derek his watch on his wedding day.

“Do you like him?”

“I do. I’d like to get to know him better.”

“He’d like that, he’s always saying he feels bad for the impression he made.” She hated how vulnerable she was being with her mother, but was oddly at ease. Never realizing how much her mother’s validation comforted her.

“While I don’t condone the lying, it wasn’t a bad impression. It showed how much he loves you, he was willing to lie for you without question and he stood up for you without a doubt in his mind.”

“He doesn’t love me, it’s way too soon.” The neurosurgeon dismissed nervously, he had only said it once and he was obviously pretty scared. Though she knew he meant it, it was all going very fast, and didn’t want this to end up like the last time she quickly fell in love with someone.

“Amelia, we both know that isn’t true.”

“I just don’t want to screw anything up. He’s so perfect and even the things I can’t stand about him I love. I mean I loved Owen, I still do in a sense, but the things I hated about him I couldn’t stand. With Link it’s different.”

“Seems like your in love.”

“It does doesn’t it?”

[okayoonoh]

JUNGWOO’S FAMILY

a/n: i honestly can’t believe i’ve gotten this far! i’m so happy that i’ve been keeping up with these and i hope you guys have been liking them so far!

here’s the masterlist to all things nct dad related! go and check it out! i have so many other parts written already :)

KIM JUNGWOO:

he has three kids, all daughters. kim jia is the oldest, 3 years later, kim jieun was born, and 3 years after that, kim jiyoung was born.

(when jiyoung was born, jia was 6 years old while jieun was 3 years old)

KIM JIA: >> as a baby <<

she comes runner up in the position as calmest

she was so freaking chill like?

when jia was born, jungwoo saw his entire universe the second she opened her eyes and looked at her appa

you know how when jungwoo smiles, he looks like the little dumpling ?

yeah

that’s jia

she looks more like the dumpling then jungwoo does lol

jia was also pretty small when she was born

but that didn’t stop her!

when she gained weight, she mostly gained it in her belly and her face

she like was fine proportionally, but her belly was just so big lol

it honestly was the cutest

jungwoo nicknamed her mandu bc she was honestly just the sweetest little dumpling

she wasn’t shy when it came to her smiles

she was a little wary around strangers but that’s okay

jungwoo was honestly a really anxious dad

like he just would think that anything and everything can go wrong and he was just so nervous

but like jia took it easy on him dw

like if you had to leave for something for like a couple days

jungwoo would be so anxious about taking care of jia by himself

but then jia would just give her appa a pretty little reassuring smile

and he knew that he got it

jungwoo is honestly a really good dad

like naturally

he read a couple books and such

but a lot of his skills come naturally

he knew all of the things jia liked

he knew how to calm her down

she was honestly the worst with strangers

like if jungwoo or you had to leave the room

she would cry as if you left her forever

jia slowly learned that you guys still exist even if you leave the room haha

she was just so loving with her parents

>> as a child <<

she’s still just so chill dude

like obvi she’s a kid and when she gets excited, she’ll get excited

but she’s not like the “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” kind of kid

she’s more of a “woo”

she’s best friends with jeno’s oldest, lee juwon

juwon is a lot like his dad

he thinks that it’s so cool that jia is so smart

she’s kinda panicky lol

but juwon is just like weird with his humor and stuff

they still vibe together well tho

they both have the greatest smiles

like it’s one of those situations that they don’t have that much in common

but they just vibe so well together

she’s. so. smart.

jia is one of those people that school comes easy to them

like learning is just so easy for her

she was already learning really complex topics for her age

and she just kept wanting to learn more

she’s not super competitive with being top of the class tho

jia will tutor anyone who asks

even tho she’s smart

when she’s with juwon, they don’t make the best decisions

like if you send them to the store to buy more soy sauce or something

they’ll forget the soy sauce

but they’ll buy you like a pan or something

they once clogged the drain and turned the shower into a vertical bath tub

how?

no one knows

it was HE double hockey sticks to drain tho lol

when juwon and jia play, they play hard

like jia is the type of girl to be covered bruises

and she won’t care

she’s a really good sister to all of her siblings

she doesn’t really boss them around

but she will use her older sister powers if one of them steps out of line

like if one of them annoys her while she’s studying or something

she’ll use her older sister voice

she rarely uses it tho lol

>> as a teen/adult <<

she’s so heckin smart dude

honestly, probably the smartest person in the entire group

she decides that she really enjoys helping people when they’re at their worst

and she becomes a orthopedic surgeon

like she achieves to be head of surgery in her hospital

even tho she’s a doctor, she still believes in all the medical myths lol

for example

if it’s really cold outside

and jiyoung is going out for a run

jia will make jiyoung where like 500 layers

jia: “yoU’RE GONNA GET SICK”

jiyoung: “you literally just told me how that was a myth whY -- UNNIE I’LL BE OUT FOR LIKE 30 MINUTES I DON’T NEED TO WEAR MY SNOW COAT AND YOUR’S! IT’S NOT EVEN SNOWING.”

she’s so caring towards her siblings like it’s crazy

she’s proud of everything they do

jia watches every single one of jieun’s blogs

she watches every single one of jiyoung’s soccer games

she’s there for everything

jia doesn’t know what sleep is lol

she’s constantly studying and improving her skills as a surgeon

like even when she’s on vacation

she’s reading her books and stuff

her favorite place to study is qian fen’s cafe

she vibes so well in there

she’s honestly obsessed with her skin

lowkey a dermatologist at this point

jungwoo still occasionally calls her mandu lol

juwon is like one of the only people that knows how to get her to relax lol

she’s honestly a bit of a workaholic

jia can’t help it

she still cares so much about her entire family

she’ll get them in with the good doctors (discounts too)

whenever she’s overworked or overstressed, she goes home

being around family reenergizes her

she relates a lot with her dad

she’s honestly a mini version of jungwoo

if jungwoo can tell that she’s struggling, he’ll do the things he did to her as a baby

like seriously lol

he’ll find her plushy she had when she was a baby

and sing her the same songs 

it would make you cry every time because it was so gosh darn cute

KIM JIEUN: >> as a baby <<

also super chill

jieun was honestly so chic

like it would take a lot to make her smile

like if know rohui from return of the superman

like she had the brightest and goofiest smile

but jieun had to keep her chic aesthetic and couldn’t show emotions lol

even when jungwoo and you were jumping up and down making yourselves look ridiculous, she still won’t smile

when, and it was rare, she did smile, it was a big smile

she would give you guys the biggest smiles just so show how happy she is

she wasn’t a super playful baby lol

she was just so chic like idk what else to say lmao

when jieun was around her squad™ she would smile a bit more

but she still maintained her image

she loved to babble

jieun wanted to talk as soon as she could

she would talk even before she knew how lol

like omg imagine

so like you’re with jia for something and jungwoo wants to take a roadtrip with his little princess

she’ll babble the ENTIRE way

none of them are actual words other than “appa” and “eomma” 

and jungwoo would respond so well to everything 

like he would have actual conversations with her

jungwoo wasn’t as stressed this time around

it’s different with two kids tho

but it’s okay

he still kept those natural dad instincts 

jungwoo is so caring towards all of his children it’s just the sweetest

jieun honestly was just a chic baby 

>> as a child <<

she’s super feminine

like she loves all things pink

all things frilly and pretty

soft™ 

her favorite game was all games related to being a princess

she really was your family’s princess tho

jieun was so creative from an early age

and she was so artistic

like she took up drawing, sketching, etc. all from an early age

and she’s super talented with it too

jieun is in the squad of her, jaehyun’s son, jung leon, hendery’s middle son, wong liuwei, and haechan’s middle daughter, lee haeun

jieun is the calmest out of all of them

but they honestly can all be so crazy

generally, jieun is like the one who is trying to calm everyone down

but when she’s in the right mood, she’s right up there with them in crackheadedness

she speaks in tiny

she’s still super girly tho lol

she starts to get interested in makeup in this age

jieun didn’t really like playing with dolls and such

but she did enjoy playing with those makeup sets

she would do her makeup

your makeup

jia’s makeup

jungwoo’s makeup

jiyoung’s makeup

e v e r y o n e

she becomes obsessed with beauty

jieun is one of those girls who you’re like “yeah, she is a GIRL.”

and she loves it!

it’s just her aesthetic :)

>> as a teen/adult <<

she becomes a well known makeup artist

still super duper chic and artistic

she’s known for her colorful and technically perfect style

she does makeup for all of the models and celebrities of the group

like if they want to go for the aesthetic look, they go to her

and she does an amazing job

she’s so talented with all things dealing with beauty

hair, makeup, nails, e v e r y t h i n g

whenever she models for anything, she does her own makeup

her fashion sense is always trendy

jieun has a pristine self image and she tries to maintain it

guys hit on her all of the time lmao

she handles it so well tho

she looks them right in the eyes, as intimidating as possible, and takes a deep breath

she then uses words that don’t match with her image at all

but they’re so scary

like people would think she was a delinquent in her past life with all of the things she says

everyone in her squad find this kinda entertaining

she just gets annoyed because she hates creeps

even tho she cares a lot about her self-image, if someone is being weird around her friends, she’ll do the same thing she’ll do for herself

it usually shocks the dude so much

she can beat them up too lol

jieun is chic and stuff, but being in the squad, she learned how to fight

and she can take care of herself haha

jieun is pretty reliable

like if she makes an engagement, she won’t run from it

she does a really good in keeping up with everything

she gets along well with all of her siblings

jiyoung takes interest in fashion and jieun helps her out

honestly, jieun really is that girl and it’s just so cool

KIM JIYOUNG: >> as a baby <<

she’s been a soccer player from the start

she had such strong legs as a baby

like being pregnant with her was not a fun time

when she kicked, she kicked

even when she was born

her legs were just aching to start running

jiyoung was very similar to jia when she started gaining weight

except her legs were a lot more chubby than jia’s was

jiyoung was an early riser from the start

every day, you would begin by stretching out the little baby

that’s when all of her gigles were

stretching time was jiyoung’s favorite time

out of all of your kids, jiyoung was the most social

jiyoung was fine with strangers

and jiyoung would give you guys way more smiles than jieun did 

jiyoung just seemed constantly happy about life

it was a treat to see

in all physical things, she was advanced

literally the second she started walking, she was trying to run

she was just so active and wanted to explore the world

when she was a toddler oh no

you didn’t want to have to get one of those baby backpack leashes, but you had to

she was just too fast

even jungwoo couldn’t keep up with her 

she was so excited all of the time haha

nothing seemed to calm her down

she would be full of energy until she collapsed pretty much

jiyoung was such a happy baby tho it was honestly so endearing

>> as a child <<

super duper athletic

she kinda seemed intimidating if you didn’t know her

but she’s chill dw

she put all of her energy into sports and she excelled

jiyoung is so talented in all of her sports

but her favorite is soccer

mainly because her dad was so good at soccer, she loves how she can relate with him

she’s generally happiest when she’s playing sports

she enjoys being the baby of the family tho

jiyoung is pretty independent in most situations

but when she’s around her sisters, she changes lol

like a lot of people think that she’s super cool and independent and no one can hold her down

but the second jieun needs help with something, jiyoung is on her way ASAP

jiyoung wasn’t super needy or high maintenance

she would just appreciate everything you would buy for her

she had really tan skin because she was out in the sun tho

even tho it’s “against the beauty standard” to have tan skin

she embraced it

jieun, the beauty guru of the entire group, said that jiyoung and the best skin

jia is willing to fight ANYONE who makes fun of jiyoung’s skin tone

jiyoung embraced herself and loved herself from such an early age

she’s best friends with yuta’s youngest son, nakamoto itsuki

itsuki is also a soccer prodigy

they relate a lot with soccer

they honestly compliment each other so well

like itsuki is a little goofy and stuff

and so is jiyoung

they both are super tan and athletic too

they just were meant to be from such an early age

jiyoung wasn’t really into things that were super feminine tho 

she prefers “dirt over skirts”

jiyoung is such a hard worker

like she works through all of her sore muscles and everything

but she just does such a good job and maintains a positive attitude

>> as a teen/adult <<

a soccer player ™ 

she goes and plays professionally

she’s just so gosh darn athletic it’s so cool

she just genuinely enjoys playing soccer

jiyoung does have those days where she pushed herself too hard

but she just needs to see her family one more time to get back into the swing of things

whichever team she’s on, she becomes the face of the team

jiyoung honestly has the brightest smile and everyone loves it

when she speaks in any situation that’s not a soccer game, she speaks in tiny

but when she’s out on the field

she’s LOUD

so LOUD

she doesn’t know why she’s so quiet off the field but she just is lol

she starts to take an interest in fashion and such after establishing herself as a professional soccer player

jieun is like “dw jiyoung, i gotchu bb”

jieun knows her sister’s aesthetic and just rolls with it

jiyoung wears everything jieun tells her too

like even tho jiyoung has taken an interest in fashion, she sucks at choosing her own outfits lol

itsuki and jiyoung get together

everyone knew it was gonna happen lol

they were honestly soulmates from the second they met

athletic power couple of the century

if they have a match on the same night, they’ll wear the same color headbands and shoes

they do subtle things

like the even have customized cleats with each other’s names in them 

on their biggest game days, they wear those cleats

honestly, it’s the cutest

like ugh

i guess you can say that itsuki and jiyoung are goals *badum tssssss*

jungwoo just wants to be there for all of her matches

jiyoung makes sure that the two of you get season tickets to the best seats in the stadium

jungwoo is so happy whenever he sees all of his daughters happy and together

he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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junguwu really out here with the uwuest family of them all :,)

i hope you guys liked it! i was struggling a bit with these three because i knew how they were in my head but i just couldn’t put it to words haha

anyway, lucas’s family is next~

- amy <3

[thebmatt]

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

1. 

Franks has no living family that he’s aware of.

Rheika has a great number of sisters and half sisters, none of them close to her age. Most are all older, a few are far younger. She has more cousins closer to her age group, but she hasn’t seen many of them in years.

Dahkar’s entire tribe was wiped out when he was a baby, and he was his parent’s only child when that happened.

Fearless has no siblings, and has never met any of her extended family

2. 

Franks was close to his mother before she died, which was long ago

Rheika is very close to her mom and visits her often. She spends much of said visits assuaging her fears and helping her care for her younger half-siblings

Dahkar was raised by his mother and was close to her until she died shortly after getting sick in the wake of the calamity. Since befriending Rheika, her mother has unofficially adopted him and he frequently accompanies her to visit.

Fearless is estranged from her mom since leaving Aerslant.

3.

The answers for Franks and Fearless are the same as in question 2.

Rheika has never met her father. According to her mother, none of the male keepers that ever brought food to her family was her sire. He apparently simply disappeared after fathering her. She stopped giving him any thought years ago.

Dahkar has no memory of his father, only the memories and stories his mother has regaled him with. He does idolize his memory, and it inspired him to take up the lance.

4. 

Discounting the events of the MSQ for this one, as most of the events there would apply to all 4 of them.

Franks has witnessed a LOT of them from his home world, plus finding the gateway that brought him to Hydaelyn transformed him in a very literal sense. No one else really knows that he’s not native to the world.

For Rheika and Dahkar, they’ve both witnessed Wood Wailers abusing their power to themselves and their community and get away with it, which has shaped a lot of their feelings on Gridania and abusive governments in the first place.

No one specific event changed Fearless, her path to adventure was brought forth by the circumstances of her family life

5.

Aside from the generic things they all usually carry, such as coin, documentation, and the like...

Franks usually has an assortment of tools, spar parts, or writing implements

Rheika keeps aether cartridges and extra snacks

Dahkar usually has a couple extra polishing cloths handy

Fearless keeps pretty stones she finds on their journeys

6.

Franks usually cannot remember his dreams, the few moments he can recall are of quiet oceanscapes or beaches,

Rheika generally has sexy dreams but almost never with people she expects

Dahkar generally never recalls his dreams.

Fearless sometimes dreams of good things happening that normally bring her anxiety, such as happy times with her parents or performing for cheering crowds 

7. 

All of them tend to have nightmares about Rhalgr’s Reach. Aside from that...

Franks generally has nightmares about getting killed by undead  and being eaten or raised into undeath himself (or watching his late wife suffer that same fate).

Rheika’s nightmares tend to be of the Calamity destroying her home, watching her friends get killed while she is unable to help, or turning into a Lightwarden

Dahkar only occasionally has nightmares about all the discrimination he’s faced, and rarely about the monsters that killed his tribe. His “darkside” in the form of Fray usually takes form in these and helps him move away from these.

Fearless’ most prominent recurring nightmares are about her parents finding her and her friends forcing her to go home with them, claiming they don’t want her around.

8. 

Franks was a fairly poor farmer most of his life before he became an adventurer on his former world. He’s got more coin now than he ever has at any point in his previous life

Rheika and Dahkar both grew up fairly poor in communities in the Black Shroud. Both are far more wealthy than they’ve ever dreamt of now, and try to send money back to Rheika’s family when they can.

Fearless grew up extremely wealthy, but abandoned all of it when she fled home and is far happier just being “comfortable” now.

9. 

Franks generally prefers more clothing than less due to how he was raised and the fact that his body was....well, dead for many years. He’s still mentally adjusting to the fact that he’s alive again, much less that he’s kinda swole.

Rheika favors lighter clothing for better movement, and is entirely comfortable showing her body off. 

Dahkar used to prefer hiding away his scales behind armor or robes, but since the events of the Azim Steppe, he’s grown more comfortable with Xaelan fashions which can sometimes show off more skin and scale.

Aside from her arms, Fearless generally prefers not showing off skin. Her Dancer costume is the opposite of this, and it takes a lot of mental effort to wear in front of others, but she’s been gaining more confidence in that arena.

10. 

Franks - being killed and the immediate aftermath of waking up in control but undead

Rheika - Realizing she was losing control of the Lightwarden’s aether and that she couldn’t turn to her fellow Warriors for help

Dahkar - The day he realized his mom was dying and it couldn’t be fixed

Fearless - After leaving home and hitting the point where she absolutely could not turn back

11. 

Franks is generally at his most calm when reading or dealing with botany matters.

Rheika is usually only TRULY calm when she’s trying to go to sleep. 

The calmest moment of Dahkar’s life that he can recall was staring out over the Azim Steppe after having won the Naadam. 

For Fearless, it’s generally any time she meditates like Musosai taught her.

12, 

None of them are bothered by the sight of blood. They’ve all spent too much time fighting or healing for it to bother any of them anymore

13. 

Franks is better with names, Fearless and Dahkar do better with faces, Rheika seems to be able to remember both with equal levels of clarity. She doesn't really know why

14. 

Franks cares about some of his material possessions, specifically the ones that allow him to study or create things. Money is just a means to acquire more knowledge or the ability to make new things

Rheika likes collecting unusual items or pretty/cute things to keep in her room, as well as cute outfits. She’s probably the most materially-inclined of the group

Dahkar and Fearless both only care about coin as a means to keep themselves fed, healthy, and their gear in good condition. Most of the rest they’re happy to give away to people in need.

15.  

Franks idealizes happiness the most. It used to be the other way around, he had found success and lost it all to factors entirely beyond his control. Now that he's had a chance to start his life over, quite literally, he's trying to focus on what makes him happy. Success has come as a byproduct of that

For Fearless, she was raised to view success as the ultimate goal, but never believed in it, and fled to Eorzea to find happiness instead.

Dahkar and Fearless, thanks to their childhood/early adulthood dealing with Gridanian discrimination, view success as being the opposite of that, which also makes them happy.

16. 

Franks couldn’t even begin to remember if you asked him

Rheika’s was a stuffed couerlkitten. She lost it a long time ago and has no idea what happened to it. She still collects plushies.

Dahkar didn’t really grow up with toys, he preferred playing with whatever rocks or sticks he found outside.

Fearless was never allowed to have many toys, the ones she did were model ships that she was allowed to admire, but would play with when her parents weren’t around.

17.

All of them would say wisdom. They’ve seen what ambition unchecked can do, and don’t like it.

18. 

Franks tends to take a long time to open up emotionally, and when he does, he can still be guarded on certain subjects.

Rheika tends to let first impressions stick, and is often unable to change her mind on people.

Dahkar has a temper and is prone to outbursts of anger

Fearless has low self-esteem and a hard time accepting that people legitimately have positive opinions of her.

All of these have caused friction for them with various friends, but it has yet to be the cause of destroyed relationships

19. 

For Franks, its generally an age thing. Though his current body is estimated to be in the mid-late 30s, his mind is far older than that, having lived through what amounts to two lifetimes already. He sometimes has difficulty relating to the other Scions because of this, with the exception of G’raha, who has likewise experienced this.

Fearless tends to compare herself physically and mentally to others, generally in the sense of “X person is so beautiful or smart, I wish I was”. This stems from her childhood and constantly being told her best was never good enough and to try harder. Her friendship with the other WoLs has helped with this

Both Dahkar and Rheika tend to compare themselves to others in how they treat other people, especially those they have power over or are just stronger than. Dahkar especially tries to emulate the behavior of those he respects in this regard, such as Aymeric. 

20. 

All of them have gotten pretty good about recognizing when they are to blame for bad situations and when to blame others, thanks to a long period of working closely together and building up a rock solid foundation of trusting each other when the others call them out on misplaced blame. When they AREN’T as good, Dahkar tends to blame others first, the rest of the team is quicker to blame themselves.

[megsblackfirewrites]

The Beginning of a Legacy: Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Joel watched his kids squirm behind Muhammad as he stepped out of the Jeep. He gave his bags a toss a short distance away to a waiting scout and knelt down. Vanessa broke free of the caretakers first, streaking across the ground like a falcon, and throwing herself into his arms.

“Pa!” she sobbed as she hugged him tightly. “You’re back! You’re back! I missed you so much!”

“Ssh,” Joel soothed as he hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. “Oh, Birdie, I missed you too.”

She whimpered and sobbed into his chest, burrowing in against the skin showing above his shirt. He ran his hand soothingly over her back as he stood up, cooing and kissing her cheeks as he headed for his sons. Tommy was holding Jesse’s hand, his chin tipped up to put on a brave face. Only eleven and trying so hard to be older. Fucking war.

“Hey, Tommy,” Joel smiled as he hugged his son close. “I’m home. You don’t gotta be the man of the family anymore.”

Tommy’s face crumbled and he hid his face in Joel’s stomach, hiccupping and sobbing. Jesse’s face screwed up before he started bawling too, but Joel knew instinctively that Jesse was crying because his siblings were and not because he was overwhelmed. That was good at least; Jesse was still too young to really understand what was going on.

“Ssh,” Joel soothed as he knelt down and hugged his three kids close. “It’s okay, Pa’s here.”

His kids whimpered against him as the rest of the town starts returning to their regular duties, content in knowing that one of their own had finally returned. He stood up slowly, lifting Jesse up into his arms and settling him on his hip. Tommy claimed his free hand and Vanessa held on tightly to his belt, tugging it nervously.

“We can’t go home,” she blurted out. “Ham won’t let us.”

“Why not?” he asked as he glared at Muhammed.

“There’s...been a development,” Muhammed sighed. “We have reason to believe that Katie has been physically and mentally abusive to Tommy and Vanessa.”

Joel’s blood ran cold in his veins before he pulled his kids closer to him. Vanessa whimpered against his hip, hugging his waist tightly as Tommy tightened his grip on Joel’s hand. He looked down at his two terrified kids and narrowed his eyes.

“Is this true?” he asked.

Vanessa nodded and rubbed at her left eye. “Ma hit me because I was being bad, but she hit really hard.”

“Jesse’s the only one she doesn’t hurt,” Tommy agreed. “Because a baby can’t be bad.”

Joel held his kids close and let out a long growl. “Y’ain’t bad kids,” he said. “Yer mouthy and opinionated, but that’s because ya learned from yer old man. Come on; show yer Pa where y’all’ve been stayin’. I want ya to get settled and enjoy my time home.”

“With Tammy,” Tommy said with a shy smile. “Jack has a cold, so he wasn’t allowed to come see you.”

“A cold or a flu?” Joel frowned.

“He’s not throwing up, so Tammy says it’s a cold,” Vanessa chirped as she trotted ahead of him. “How long’re you here for, Pa?”

“Couple of weeks until my ribs aren’t so tender,” he smiled. “We’ll have lots of fun, kiddos, don’t you worry.”

“Okay,” she grinned widely. “Wait’ll you see what Tommy built from an old tractor motor! It’s so cool!”

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“This is so cool!” Vanessa squealed as she held the carefully carved handle in her hand. “And you’ll get me a blade for it when I’m older?”

“Yup,” Joel smiled as he bounced Jesse on his knee. “Now, you make sure to say thank-you to Miss Miyu when you meet her. She took a long while to carve those hummingbirds for you.”

“I will,” she promised as she held the handle like it was made of glass. “What’d you get, Tommy?”

Tommy grinned and held up the accelerating sphere that Torbjörn had put together for him. “Dr. Lindholm says it’ll help me with that engine I’m workin’ on. He’s so cool, Pa!”

“Fer a man that’s barely four feet tall, he has a lot of fire in ‘im,” Joel laughed. “Probably one of the smartest men I know.”

“I can’t wait to meet him!” Tommy grinned before he looked at Jesse. “Uh, should he be chewin’ on that, Pa?”

“Hmm?” Joel asked as he looked down at Jesse.

Jesse had the ear of his new coyote plushie in his mouth and was sucking on it. Jesse looked up at him in confusion and continued sucking on the ear, completely unfazed by Tommy’s concern. Joel chuckled and nuzzled his son’s hair.

“Nah, he’s fine,” Joel said. “It’s all safe material. Perfect for little teething babies.”

Jesse smiled and hugged the incredibly soft toy to his chest. He was incredibly relieved that his kids enjoyed their presents; he’d been worried that they’d changed too much while he was gone. Joel glanced over at Jack and smiled. He was staring at the toy eye-piece in his hand, turning it slowly one way and then the other. John had taken great care to find one similar to the one he wore so that Jack didn’t feel quite so alone.

“What’cha think, Jackie?” Joel asked.

“Dad said it’s like his,” Jack whispered. “Is that true?”

“Well, his is bigger and is a lot more high-tech, but it’s pretty close,” Joel chuckled. “Come’re and let me help you put it on.”

Jack hurried over and offered Joel the toy. He got it hooked onto Jack’s ear and flipped the blue piece of clear plastic over his eye. Jack grinned as he puffed his chest out and giggled.

“Do I look like Daddy?” he asked.

“Very close,” Joel chuckled as he ruffled Jack’s hair. “Yer Pa just has more gray hair.”

Jack giggled and flopped down at Joel’s feet. “Dad’s going to come back and visit too, right?” he asked.

“He wants to; you know how yer Pa is,” Joel sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Gotta make sure everyone else gets a chance to see their loved ones before he let’s himself be happy.”

“I want him to come home,” Jack whispered. “I miss him so much.”

“He misses you too, Jack,” Joel soothed. “Don’t you worry; yer Pa’s workin’ hard to get back to ya. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t think of his little treasure growin’ up without him.”

Jack smiled and rubbed at his eyes. He blinked before jumping to his feet.

“Oh!” he said and grinned. “I want you to bring something back to him, Uncle Joel!”

Before Joel had a chance to remind him that he was going to be here for another few weeks, Jack hurried off towards his room. Tammy chuckled as she brought a tray of fresh vegetables out for them to munch on. Joel thanked her and chomped on a piece of celery while he waited for Jack to return.

“Here!” Jack grinned as he hurried over. He held up a carefully wrapped present and giggled. “So that I don’t forget it later. It’s for my dad.”

Joel took the gift and nodded his head. “I’ll make sure yer Pa gets this, Jackie, don’t you worry about it,” he promised.

Jack grinned wider and hugged Joel’s neck tightly. Joel turned and nuzzled Jack’s cheek, loving the squeal he got from the boy because of his prickly beard.

“Tío!”

Gabriel threw himself into his uncle’s arms as he walked through the door. Felipe caught him around the shoulders and hugged him close, kissing over his curly hair.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite little ankle-biter,” he teased. “You grew, you little shit.”

“Yup,” Gabriel grinned.

It had only been a few inches, but that was impressive for him. He’d been so short through elementary school and Felipe was always quick to point it out. He loved his uncle to pieces, he really did, but the older he got, the more he realized that Felipe Reyes was mean. Not fist-fighting mean, but he used his words like a weapon, trying to disarm a person with a smile as he said something intended to cut them down.

It was why Mama didn’t like him. It was why Papa’s younger sister didn’t talk to him after marrying a white boy and Felipe insisting on insulting the man every chance he got. It was why Gabriel was nervous about letting his uncle know that he was gay. There was no telling how he would react.

“Hey, Emilo,” Felipe grinned at his brother. “How’s L.A best ballerina?”

“She is fine,” Emilo smirked as he reached out to pull his little brother into a headlock. “The best ballerino is fine too.”

Felipe whined as he was dragged into the living room and thrown playfully onto the couch. He glared at Emilo as he flopped down beside him, but he knew better than to try to wrestle with his bear of a brother. He didn’t stand a chance against Emilo’s strength.

“And how is our favourite queen?” Felipe smiled at Mama.

“Fine,” Mama replied.

“Good, because I need to bitch and I don’t need you ragging on me,” Felipe snorted.

Mama’s eyes darkened, but she didn’t say anything as she went to get some lemonade. She wasn’t out of the room a whole minute before Felipe started growling and insulting his commanding officer.

“Fucker sends his SIC home first over a few cracked ribs,” Felipe growled. “He would have been fine.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Emilo shrugged. “And didn’t you say that he had three kids? Pretty sure that trumps you.”

Felipe glared at him as Mama set the glasses out with the pitcher of lemonade. He didn’t like that notion at all. Felipe, from what Gabe had come to understand, liked to think he was more important than everyone else.

“And if he was injured, it was probably better for him to heal at home than in a hospital room,” Mama agreed.

“Says the mortician,” Felipe snapped.

“Says the medical examiner for the LAPD,” Emilo corrected coldly. “Don’t get pissy with Reina just because she’s right.”

Felipe glared at his brother, but didn’t dare say anything. He had nicked too close to an open wound and he knew that Emilo would retaliate if he pushed too far. He picked up his glass and sipped the lemonade, glaring at the coffee table.

“Those two are probably fucking anyways,” he said after a moment.

“Really?” Reina glared at him. “What gives you that idea?”

“He’s always deferring to McCree,” Felipe snorted. “Never trusts anyone else’s word….”

“So putting faith in his SIC,” Reina shook her head. “That doesn’t mean their lovers.”

“And there isn’t a problem if they are,” Emilo agreed. “Who cares who they love so long as they do their job?”

“What new liberal garbage has been blown up your ass?” Felipe demanded.

“We aren’t discussing politics,” Reina said firmly. “If you want to insult your commanding officer, that’s something you should do on your own time. Don’t bring that negativity into my house.”

“Our house,” Emilo teased gently.

“Don’t you start with me, Mr. Reyes,” Reina shot him a dazzling smile.

Gabriel did his best not to squirm in delight. He wanted something as sweetly happy as what his parents had. Sure, they had arguments and they sometimes they got so heated that Gabriel was afraid something bad was going to happen. But then Papa would say something very softly and Mama would start snorting and laughing and call him a nasty name. Then they would both start laughing and start the argument over like adults.

Gabriel would never forget the lesson his Papa taught him the one time he had stormed out of the house. Gabriel couldn’t remember what they had been fighting over, but Emilo had stormed out of the house and didn’t return for an hour. When he came back, he apologized to Reina, even going so far as to get down on his knees and beg her to forgive him. When Reina assured him that she had forgiven him, he had walked over to Gabriel and knelt down.

“Don’t ever do what I did,” he said softly. “Storming off and slamming the door is no way to handle an argument. That is what a weak person does and I am ashamed that I let my son see me do that. Never do that, Gabriel. If you must leave, got to another room, but do not leave the house. That slamming door means that you are unwilling to work with your partner. Never make them feel the way I just made your Mama feel.”

It was a lesson he planned to remember forever.

“You want to see who I have to deal with?” Felipe demanded as he pulled out his phone. “One second. The fucker actually posed for me.”

He held his phone out and Reina immediately blushed up. She covered her mouth and nose and giggled at the picture of the man saluting playfully as he leaned on a railing. He was beautiful and Gabriel had to fight to keep his own blush from showing. He forced himself to look at more than the Captain’s good looks.

“He looks sad,” he said after a moment.

“What?” Felipe laughed. “What sort of faggy-ass shit is that, Gabi?”

Gabriel glared at him. “Look at his eyes,” he said as he pointed to the picture. “They aren’t fully open and he looks like he hasn’t slept long enough. His smile isn’t reaching his eyes and looks more like a reflex than an actual smile.”

“Since when are you a head-shrink, Gabi?” Felipe laughed harder. “Are you listening to this, Emilo? He’s going to be a liberal arts major at this rate!”

Gabriel fought back tears as his uncle continued to laugh at his observation. Emilo and Reina were glaring at Felipe, but Gabriel was a big boy. He could take care of himself against his uncle.

“Just because you’re too blind to notice someone else’s pain, doesn’t mean I’m wrong for noticing them,” he said as he got to his feet. “Whatever your insecurities are, Tío, you don’t have to be mean to me.”

He turned without a word and left the sitting room. Reina followed him a few minutes later, smiling as she kissed his cheek.

“Good job,” she whispered as she set his lemonade down in front of him. “Your uncle needed to be reminded that you aren’t five anymore. I’m so proud of you, m’ijo.”

Gabriel smiled at her and when his father walked by about twenty minutes later and winked at him, he felt ten feet tall. Standing up to his uncle was definitely worth it!

[autumn-grace]

A Life Measured out in Coffee Spoons. (6/?)

Disclaimer: I rearranged the words of the great T.S. Eliot for this title, as I have borrowed some lines of the same poem: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” to introduce the sentiment of this story. It might just be one of my favorite poems of all time. Also I took the liberty of using the characters of the BBC Sherlock to work through some feelings.  

#sherlolly  #angst  #sherlollyparents  #cancer #well…I might add to that later

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

Ao3 Link

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6. December 24, 2022 (the night)

Molly crawled into bed exhausted. There was nothing more tiring than fresh county air on the first day out of the city, when pregnant on Christmas Eve. Nothing. So her eyes were closed even before her head hit the pillow. Sherlock's hand found its way into her hair, starting to rubbing her scalp, she was instantly asleep. She wanted to wish him a good night and tell him that she loved him, it was her last conscious thought.  

It was from this deep slumber that she was cruelly, but unintentionally woken up by an elbow in her ribs. She groaned, turned onto the side and opened her eyes where a pair of brown ones watched her in the dark of the room.

“Sorry Mummy. I didn't want to wake you.” Henry, in company of his duvet and his yellow catlike plushy, had found their way into the bed.

“It's all right. Try to sleep.” She looked over to Sherlock, who was silently watching. He didn't look a bit as if he'd had any sleep at all so far.

“He has been here twice to check if it is already morning.” Sherlock explained. It was the same every year, so the circumstance that he'd send him back twice before making a deal with the boy that if he could stay here with them, he would sleep for another couple of hours, because that made asking for the time easier, was implicit.

“I can't sleep. I am soo nervous!” Molly silently and shortly laughed and lifted her hand from under her duvet and ruffled her son's hair.

“Can we sing a song?”

“What would you like to sing?” For all the tiredness and the need to go back to sleep herself, she knew that singing would send Henry right back to the land of exiting Christmas dreams.

“The song that grandpa sung along to in the kitchen when we had to go to bed and he was drying the dishes?” Molly needed to think, it must surely have been a Christmas song, there was no memory of anything other than Christmas songs being played all evening. She looked over to Sherlock who had his eyebrows pulled high and his shoulders signified that he had no idea.

“It was about a kaleidoscope, we have one in school!“ In that moment, Molly understood two thing: Singing with him was not in the game tonight, he wanted to be sang at, and second, if they didn't act soon, he would be wide awake talking about kaleidoscopes.

Sherlock, already with his telephone at hand was reading something or other before he started singing 'Can you feel the love tonight' by Elton John. It was hard not to laugh and it wasn't completely evitable, not after Henry clapped his hands once in excitement. However, she quickly caught his hands to prevent him from continuing. Sherlock, instinctively did the same. Otherwise, there would be two wildly awake children at half one in the morning.

(Both adults quickly looked down to their feet where Sophie was sleeping in a cot. Oblivious to the turmoils of the night, as she usually was. She, like her mother, was a deep sleeper and in edition she had two older and always load siblings.)

When the girl didn't even stir, Sherlock continued singing and despite the comedic undertone of the situation, as that kind of music wasn't the usual choice, Molly was able to join his lead, without him she wouldn't have been able to come up with any lyrics. Ultimately, it was during the second repetition that he had fallen asleep, holding the hands of both his parents.

Together, they were silent for a while after they had stopped.

“Have you had any sleep yet?” Molly asked after a while longer, suddenly too awake to easily fall back under. Sherlock shook his head. He didn't speak, but Molly felt that it was not due to the lack of reason but rather for the lack of words.

A lot has changed during the years. His improved ability to consider his words before he spoke them was one of them. In this situation however, Molly wished he wouldn't. She wished he was blunt again, and direct and inconsiderate of her feelings and emotions, of her reactions and opinions. But he wasn't and it was lovely most of the time, however right now it was important he talked to her freely, uncensored and directly.

It was one of the reason why back in November, he had this urge to run away from Molly, because he felt all that anger and fear had accumulated into an overload of emotions, which he didn't know how to handle. But knowing that shutting himself down was a direct lane to becoming the man he had decided he never wanted to be again after having acknowledged that what he felt for Molly was more than friendship, more than a childish infatuation. It had been love. It was still love. And he was sure that it would never be anything but.

When he moved to put his telephone back into charge, Molly decided to make it easier for him and give him some more time by blubbering away herself.

“Violet was so surprised about the baby. I was sure she knew the moment we walked in... Like the last three times.”

“Yeah... well despite all her hopes and her believe into the well and good, she had given up any hope for grandchildren years ago. Now she will have four. She barely dared to speak her suspicion two years ago... ” He paused and looked directly into her eyes, then he let go of Henry's hand and reached over him and pushed his hand under her duvet and under her pyjama top onto her still relatively small bump, but evident non the less and it was growing and there  was  another child on its way.

“She's asleep.” He observed after a long while of caressing her skin. She nodded. She thought about addressing the pronoun, but didn't. It was a discussion for another time.

“Would you allow me to speak hypothetically?”

Molly had an idea where this was leading. She nodded, now reaching for his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I will write it down in addition... Mary suggested to make videos... she apparently did that just in case... but I need you to know just the same, right now.” Again he paused. Molly waited. Now sure about what was to come.

“If she ever doubts my love for her, based on the fact that I never got to meet her, tell her of this moment, will you? Tell her, that right now she is as real to me and to my heart as the other three.”

Both nodded at each other.

“In this moment, it eats away on my sanity. She is still barely a thing and I am missing her in reveres. I am missing her, Molly. And it frightens me. I am so afraid right now.”

Molly started shaking, not with tears but with emotions. Their hands suddenly holding on to each other for dear life. The next words however completely sobered her up.

“There is a neurosurgeon from New York, he wants to make his own tests shortly after new years to confirm a operation date within the next ten days.”

“What?” The word slipped out, softly and missing its last hard consonant, Molly pushed herself up into a sitting position, looking down past her sleeping son and into her husbands face, who was looking straight up at the ceiling.

“But that's not the plan.”

“It's a better plan.”

“No! It is not. Within the next ten days? Ten days?!”

“Mycroft promises he is the best in his field...”    

“You are the best in your field and you make mistakes!” “I am also the only person in my field.”

“Sherlock!” Molly angrily whispered, afraid to her bones. There was a countdown where before had only been hope.

They battled the silence of the room, battled each others need to be right and each others fear to be wrong. And then Molly saw the glitter of unshed tears in his eyes and the force of his jawline to stay locked, his left fist closed and the first tremor in his shoulders, the attempt to swallow away the pain in his throat.  

And Molly didn't know what to do except to climb carefully over both Henry and Sherlock, who now was shaking his head in an attempt to keep his wife on her side of the bed to not make this whole ordeal even worse. But then she slipped into that small space between the wall and him and she engulfed him in her arms and in her legs and her hair and the bump pressed into his side - against his stomach when he finally turned towards her.

He shock through silent tear, for minutes and minutes. He shock until he felt like vomiting and screaming and then all the way into exhaustion and muscle pain and dizziness.

When he woke hours later there was another two children stuffed into the bed and they where all together waiting for the morning to come.