#like a toddler learning to tie their shoes

[spoofyleaf]

And that lil hood thing that had to be tied.

Im convinced that Macaque doesn’t know how to tie knots, and goes out of his way to wear things he doesn’t gotta tie. Such as his scarf-cape thing.

Meaning yes I unironically head canon him to have either slip on, or Velcro boots. Like mans definitely wore shitty light up sketchers at somepoint.

Le me noticing that Macaque stopped wearing the red belt that Wukong used to tighten up for him (maybe even help wearing)

*Plays sad songs and cries in the shower*

[mathematicallybrunette]

My brother is a few years younger than me. I remember there was a summer I tried to teach him algebra. I even made my own Montessori materials out of paper, lol. The lessons didn’t last long, but I figure I’m a better teacher now than I was then.

[in-som-niyah]

GirlDad!Jason who supports you all throughout your pregnancy; holding your hair when you get sick, rubbing your sore feet and ankles, holding you through cramps/braxton hicks, buying you everything you craved etc.

GirlDad!Jason who cried for hours after she was born. His little girl, just as beautiful as you, all bundled up in soft blankets. He never believed he could love someone so much, it was like his entire body was burning with love and compassion for this little bean in his arms. For once, the world stopped, just for him.

GirlDad!Jason drives the most carefully he ever has in his life when coming back from the hospital. Despite your incessant giggling about how you've never seen him so scared, he drove like a damn senior citizen. He was carrying the most precious cargo, could you blame him?

GirlDad!Jason who changes diapers, feeds, bathes and plays with your daughter. He never leaves her for more than 5 minutes, and is involved to the point of mild annoyance. You would put your daughter down for 5 seconds and return to her gone, and in his arms. It's the most adorable thing though, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

GirlDad!Jason who can't stand to see your daughter upset. It's a trait he developed when she got to the toddler age, always fussing about everything she can't have and Jason giving in. Every time.

GirlDad!Jason who cries on her first day of kindergarten. Would never admit it though, but he hates seeing her grow up. He dreaded the day she learned how to tie her shoes and zip up her coat independently. It makes him feel like she doesn't need him anymore :(

GirlDad!Jason who will, without fail, play princesses, hair salon, tea party and barbies with his daughter. It doesn't matter if the world needs saving or if Bruce is up his ass, his daughter comes second to nothing. Even if it's to kiss a minor booboo she got while running around the house.

GirlDad!Jason who always brings back little trinkets and toys for his daughter. Her bedroom will be cluttered with stuffed animals and shiny things that caught his eye or reminded him of her. She would anticipate his key in the door which meant daddy brought home something for her. No matter how old she gets, he won't stop.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely fucks up bullies. Be it in kindergarten or in college, Jason will make sure she and her friends are never bothered again. I cannot disclose his methods for legal reasons.

GirlDad!Jason who doesn't freak out about periods. He's so loving and supportive and doesn't ever make her feel ashamed about it. He'll bring her tea, hot chocolate, hot water bottles, painkillers, heating pads and rub her back if she's in a lot of pain. He'll take the day off to stay with her, and never force her to go to school on those days.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely spoils his daughter shamelessly. Mom said no more sweets? Well dad sure isn't going to place a bag of candy under her pillow the next day. She wants a car for her 16th birthday? His baby gets a pink Porsche with a bow on top. She's obsessed with X artist? All the merch in the world miraculously ends up in her room.

GirlDad!Jason who will tower menacingly over her first partner. It doesn't matter how much you or your daughter like them, Jason's imagining a thousand ways to hide their dismembered body.

GirlDad!Jason who needs to be talked down from killing said partner when he finds his daughter balled up in a crying mess on her bed when they break up. Nobody makes his precious girl sad. He'll definitely egg their house without your knowledge. He buys her everything she could ever ask for to make her feel better, no matter how stupidly expensive.

GirlDad!Jason who's always up to a conversation. No matter how embarrassing or personal, he'll listen and give honest advice. Because he's so open, your daughter almost never hides anything from him.

GirlDad!Jason who bawls after dropping her off at university. Again, would never admit it, but sleeps on the floor of her bedroom for the first month she's away. He can't help but miss his little (adult) girl. He also flips through pictures and videos on his phone of when your daughter was little and sheds a few tears. Honestly it only makes you love him more.

GirlDad!Jason who still doesn't like your daughter's college partner. He's better this time around, but still. Don't put murder past him. Yet.

GirlDad!Jason who cries when your daughter shows him her shiny new engagement ring. He's so excited yet terrified. His baby girl is all grown up now.

GirlDad!Jason who walks your daughter down the isle with the brightest smile on his face. He slowly comes around to liking her fiancé(é) and honestly wishes them well.

GirlDad!Jason who meets your daughter at the hospital, ready to meet his new granddaughter for the first time. He holds her in his arms, just like he did his daughter, and gleams knowing the cycle is repeating itself. He couldn't be more excited.

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a/n: sequel to this post i guess??? i needed something cute with jason and his daughter bc..... well..... we don't talk about my own father :D

night night guys

[alilobsessive]

Dreaming of Teeth: On Ice!

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The life and times of are disastrous Y/N, told through there history as a figure skater. This covers several events in reader’s childhood, both mentioned and not mentioned in chapter 1. As well as an event after they left Wayne manor.

Tw: unreliable narrator but it becomes even more obvious, Canon Typical Child Death (Jason), Canon Typical Child Undeath (Jason), child abandonment, spousal abandonment, child neglect, spousal neglect, mentioned cheating, there might be some pronoun mistakes that I didn’t catch if so please inform me and I’ll fix it as quickly as possible! There also might be some spelling and grammar errors, I am very dyslexic.

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A woman with an extravagant fur coat sits on the bleachers, a small child in a leotard sitting next to her. Several other women and children mull about, all of them here for the exact same reason. “Mom-me” the small child says, “do I have to wear the scary shoes?” The toddler asks, a pair of untied ice skates on their feet as they look up at their mother, small hand curled around her coat. The woman sighs, “yes dear, that’s how ice skating works, now why don’t you tie your shoes” “but what is I hurt myself on the big knives?” The child says seriously “also I’m cold and there heavy” the woman sighs at their whining child.

She bends down to tie the laces “you will never learn to skate with that attitude” she gently scolds. “But I don’t wanna!” “We all have to do things we don’t want to do dear” “I don’t like that!” She sighs and sits after tying the skates. “Come dear, your first lesson are starting soon.” She said, taking your hand with her gloved one and helping you stand up. She lets go as you wobble onto your feet, struggling to walk in the shoes as you follow her to the rink.

She ushers you through the door and onto the ice were several other children your age struggle and slide about. With a nervous step forward you get onto the ice but struggling to keep balance. Quickly grabbing onto the wall, to small to see over it. Tears well up in your eyes, body half on the ground, falling to stand. The instructor glides over to you with an ease that feels humiliating to your plight. “Hay there” she says softly like she’s approaching a scared animal. “Let me help you up” the instructor gently picks you up by your armpits, before placing you on the ice. As you start to balance on the ice the instructor gives you a small smile “There you go” she coos, “now keep your hands on the wall and skate around a bit okay? If you fall again just call me” you sniff “okay” is your weak reply. “Once you think you’ve got the hang of it try skating away from the wall, can you do that for me?” You nod and put your hands on the wall. “That it, good job kid” she gently pats you on the head and slides off to help another kid.

By the end of your first class you were already sliding about at a rapid pace. “I AM SPEED” you scream and then slide into a wall, “Oh my god!” the instructor yelps. Before she can rush over to see if you’re okay you quickly get back up “SPEED!” You yell and dart off yet again. The instructor panicked as this small child took to the ice like a duck to water, or more accurately a seal to water. Although you still hadn’t figured out how to stop without running into anything. Which led to you colliding with another child. Both of you fell to the ground with a thud and instantly began screaming and crying.

“My baby!” The kid’s mother shouts, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You sob “are you okay!?” But the other child just keeps crying, face as bright red as your own. The kids mother tries to get on the ice, sliding and slipping as she does so. “Ma'am please stay off the ice! I’ll bring your child to you!” The instructor calls out. She slides over and helps the both of you stand up, she then glides to the entrance holding the hands of two crying and wobbling toddlers. The kid’s mother quickly picks them up “I’m sorry!” You continue to sob.

The child cries into their mother’s shoulder, your own mother comes over, her polished leather boots clacking with each step. “What happened?” She asked calmly, surveying the scene. “Teach your little brat!” The mother says pointing at you, still balling and apologizing. “How to watch were there going! They hit my precious little baby” she coos at her own child. Your mother huffs “they're doing just fine, neither of them are hurt and mine is even apologizing” “that doesn’t excuse what they did! My baby is hurt!” “So is mine” your mother snapped. “But you don’t see me yelling about it” the woman glares at her “your cold, this uncaring attitude of yours is exactly why your husband is with other women more than you.” You watch as you’re mothers hands ball into fists, “you know nothing” she spits out, hands shaking. “Oh I know plenty, how you and sunshine over there” she gestures to you “can barely even be considered a side” “SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” Your mother screams, face contorting into rage. The other woman flinches back, your mother then takes a few deep breaths before continuing. Voice still full of vitreal your mother spits out “There are children present” like that’s the only reason she hasn’t acted.

With a scoff the other woman looks away, “not like you and your daughter haven’t heard worse from the-“ “how much?” Your mother cuts off. “What?!” The woman says offended, “for your kid’s medical expenses or new clothes or whatever it is you’re going to badger me about. That’s the only reason I can think of for you to still be yelling at me?” The woman genuinely looks at her in shock. Then she looks at you, you sniffle and waddle closer to your mother. You try to reach for her hand but instead she folds her arms together, so you grab onto her coat. She looks back at your mother, a look of horror on her face. “Jesus Christ” she mutters and then turns around.

The other woman and children mumbled to themselves or looked around confused. The instructor looks nervous and claps her hands together. “Okay! She says in a fake cheerful voice. “Class is over for today!” Her tone was polite but held an edge to it, you moved closer to your practically hugging her legs. “Sit down” she says motioning to the cold metal bench your items are being left at. With a small sniffle face cold and wet you waddle over, sitting on the bench “Mom-me” you mumble out. But all she does is sigh, shake her head and untie your skates. She takes them off for you but after that you’re on your own. You slip on your own pair of boots and jacket and stand up. Quietly your mother leaves the building, you trail behind her carrying your bag and skates. Rubbing your nose with the sleeve of your coat as you do.

Once the two of you get outside, it isn’t even two minutes before Alfred pulls up with the car. He exits and opens the car door for your mother “Ms. Wayne” he greets your mother before greeting you. “Thank you Mr. Pennyworth” she says politely and enters the car, Alfred then carefully takes your items from you and places them in the trunk. He then picks you up and goes to the driver’s side, he opens the back door and places you in a car seat, buckling you in. The look he gives you makes your stomach turn, even at such a young age you can tell he doesn’t care for you or your mother. He loves you like an employee loves their employer. It wouldn’t be too bad if it wasn’t for the fact that he looks at you like a sad creature. Something to pity but he has no desire to help. You don’t like Alfred very much, but at least he’ll play with you when no one else will.

You continue to go to the classes for several months even after this. Slowly it turned from just simply learning how to move around the ice to how to do tricks, how to perform. Before you knew it, the time for your first show began.

“Mom-me” you say looking up at her, “do I have to?” “Yes dear” she says dismissively, tying your shoes. “You spent so long training with the rest of your class, don’t you want to show off?” “But…” you mumble, fidgeting with your chubby hands as you look around. A decently sized crowd had shown up full of your classmates, friends, family and even some reporters. All to watch them and you, it made something squirm in your gut. So different from what training for this was like.

“It doesn’t matter if you win” she says in a tone you can’t help but believe. “Nothing will change if you do” she continues standing up and scanning the stands, looking for your father. She then looks back at you with familiarly cold eyes, but they're not like your father’s. Unlike him, she sees you, she just doesn’t care for what she sees. You stand up, feet hitting the ground, your leotard sparkling in the lights. “Go” she says simply, motioning for you to join the others. Hesitantly you nod and walk over to your other classmates, you wouldn’t call yourself close with any of them. After the first day not many wanted to talk to you, of course you had break time, but even then most dedicated it to basic practice under their mothers watchful eyes. You did the same of course, although she signed you up for it, she didn’t seem to care too much. It made you wonder why she did it in the first place. Not that you minded, the sport itself is fun.

As the ceremony passes and each kid performs round after round. The points and results are finally brought, to your shock and wonder you make it to 4th place. With glee you go over to your mother as fast as you can, finding her reading a book at the stands. “Mom-me! Mom-me!” You giggle out with glee, “4! 4!” You chant excitedly. She glances up at you “yes,” she says simply before looking back at it. “4th place, better than I thought you would get” you pause for a second before puffing your chest out in pride. “Once you’re done your group picture we’re leaving” nodding you go back to your class, excited to at last go home.

“Da-De” you yell out into the large mansion, feet stomping. “Slow down!” Alfred calls, as you trail snow and mud into the house. “Take your shoes off!” At that you drop to the ground and rip them off, throwing not just the shoes but your jacket onto the ground. Not even fully getting up as you run off, almost falling several times as your socks slide against the slippery floor. “Da-De” you say once again trying to find the man, “Dear” your mother’s voice softly rings out behind you, causing you to turn around. “How about we go see your father together?” She carefully picks up your squirming form, holding you close as you excitedly wiggle. Small body full of energy and joy, too much for it to contain “Yayayayayaya!”.

She walks down the long hallway, filled with Wayne family portrait’s and heirlooms, making her way to your father’s office. “Bruce” she calls in a soft loving voice, he doesn’t even look up from his work. “I told you to knock” he says curtly, “I know but-“ she begins, a little upset only to be promptly cut off by your attempts to break free from her arms. “Da-De, Da-De!” You say with glee reaching towards the floor. Your mother gently puts you down, as soon as you’re free you bolt over to him.

Hands quickly grabbing at his pants staring up at him wide eyed. He looks down at you, face completely blank, with a happy grin and a cheerful voice you hold up the 4th place medal “I won!”. “You didn’t win” he says matter-of-factly which instantly makes your smile drop. “You just got fourth, but that’s fine” he puts one of his large hands on your head and gently ruffles your hair “there’s always next time”. He then pulls his hand away and goes straight back to work.

Now sufficiently deflated, you walk back over to your mother, unsure what to think or do. Staring up at her with conflicted eyes, but she doesn’t look down at you. To completely and utterly focused on your father, but there is irritation in her eyes, not as much as love, but it’s there. “Dear” she says sternly making you straighten, “go to your room” “but-“ “please” with her voice strained you instantly nod. That reaction and conversation made your father look up with his eyebrow raised. But you had already scurried off before you could hear them speak.

You didn’t see either parent for the rest of the day, not during dinner, nor when you were sent to bed. You usually saw at least one of them. It wasn’t until early the next day did you see your mother. She woke you up with gentle nudges and calling out to you. “I just wanted to tell you I’m going to be gone for a little while” she tells your tired form “we’re are you going?” you ask voice still groggy with sleep. “Out” “how long” “a long time” you huff at her responses and get out of bed. “No, go back to sleep” she says, but you don’t listen. All she does is sigh, and you follow her around the house as she puts on her favorite fur coat. Watched as she packed her leather suitcases and anything else she had that could be used as storage. All with an intense look in her eye.

She paused as she grabbed one framed photo, staring at it for a long time, fingers brushing against the finally cut wood of the frame. She then glances down at you, whose hands are batting against her luggage like it’s drums going “dtthhh dthh” with your small tongue sticking out. Something in her gaze changes, like a realization finally hit her. “Dear” you instantly look up, the way she says it is unusually soft and gentle. “I have a gift for you before I leave” she says sitting next to you on the bed, it sinking as she puts her weight on it. Looking up at her with wide eyes she hands you the frame. You stare at the picture inside, completely entranced by the image.

There is your father, standing in front of a strang clear box with many wires coming in and out of it. Sitting inside you can just barely make out a baby who he stares at with loving eyes, a look you have never once seen on him before. A love no one has ever looked at you with before. “It’s you” she says softly pointing at the box, wrapping the other arm around you and pulling you close. “Alfred took this photo the day you were born. You came to us three weeks too early. That’s a long time for a baby, so you had to be put in a special box with lots of wires and doctors to make sure you were safe.” “We’re are you?” She smiles softly at that. “Mommy was still getting looked at by the doctors to make sure she was okay to when this was taken” you let out a small oh. “This picture is very important to Mommy, so I want you to have it and look after it while I’m gone.” You hold the frame close to your chest and nod, determined.

“Good” she says standing up and patting your head, “go put that in your room will you?” Nodding vigorously you run out of her room and all the way to yours. You spend what feels like hours but in actuality was only a few minutes looking for the perfect spot to place it. Finally deciding on the small table next to your bed, right in front of your whale shaped night light.

When you go back to your mothers room you find her already gone, all her luggage with her. Confused, you look around the manor trying to find her. Racking your brain around we’re she could be, you head to the garage. Quickly finding her putting the bags in it. “Mom-me” you say standing behind her shivering from the cold air in your too thin pajamas. She practically jumps and turns to look at you, “Dear” she says glancing over at you “go back inside, you’re not dressed for this type of weather” “But moooo-“ “no, inside” she says sternly making you sulk. But before you could leave she walks up to you and pushes back your hair. “I wish…” she begins before stopping herself, she kneels down and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. She then stands back up and shoos you off.

You feel like what she was going to say is important, but you will never know what that is.

Once you entered the main building again you walked towards the main entrance, pressing your face against a window showing the driveway. Several minutes pass before you see the car leave the garage, main gates opening and the car driving far, far away. Obscured by the foliage surrounding the 200 year old house. You continue to sit there patiently waiting for your mother to come home, the clock ticking with each passing second.

You hear Alfred call out to you, turning your head to look at the elderly butler he continues “it’s rather early for you to be up” you just shrug at his comment and turn back to the window. “Mom-me woke me up” you say simply “I see… and what exactly are you doing?” He asks walking up to you. “Waiting” “for what” “Mom-me to come back” you push your face against the window, aggressively smudging it. “She left?” He asked, all he got as a response was a small ‘mmm mm’. Alfred lightly shakes his head, “how about I bring your breakfast here then?” “Okay” is your mumbled response.

Continuing to sit in the same spot, curled up into a ball and staring out the window. You lightly peck at the food Alfred had brought. Sitting there for hours, lunch, even dinner had passed and still no sign of her. You could hear Alfred and your father talking just out of reach. Their words were so muffled that all you could make out was nonsense. Once again Alfred called out your name, but you barely responded. “It’s time for you to go to bed” he said calmly “but Mom-me still isn’t back yet” You mumble eyes not leaving the dark driveway. “She won’t be back for a very long time” “how long” “a while” “like..” you pause to think “a day?” “No” he says slowly, unsure himself. “Two days?” You ask again, only for him to pick you up by your armpits and then maneuvering you into a proper hold. “It’s late, let’s get you to bed” “but m-“ “no buts” he gently scolds.

You really do not like Alfred.

The old man takes you to your room, disputes your protests and much yawning. Gently placing you onto the bed tucking you in “nooo- I want-“ you get close to sobbing before he shushes you again. “Your mother would want you to be well rested.” “Mrrp?” He chuckles at that, “what if she comes home and you’re too tired to properly greet her?” “Nooo” “yes, so sleep, alright” sniffling slightly you nod. “Okay” you whine, sliding down the bed, your head hitting the pillow. “Goodnight Mstr. Whail” you say to the faintly glowing plastic Whail. You then reach over to your side we’re a rabbit plushy the size of your whole body lay. White with a pink bow tie “good night Mstr. Buns” Alfred looked at you expectantly, you tiredly blink up at him, why, oh right “good night Mstr. Pennyworth” “good night” he says with a soft smile. As he stood up he noticed the picture on the nightstand. “Where did you get this?” He asked slowly, you sleepily barry your face into the rabbit’s side. “Mom-me gave it to me before she left” you mumbled out with a yawn. “I see” is all he says, pursing his lips, before leaving the room, turning off the lights and closing the door as he does so.

This goes on for the next two days, you waking up and waiting for your mother to come home for the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed. It’s extremely boring, but you don’t want to risk missing her for even a second. Finally a car does pull up, a very familiar car. You light up at the sight of it. It’s not the car you’re mother left in but it is a car you’re familiar with. A very familiar man steps out of the vehicle, tall and slender, wearing a nice suit. He walks to the front door and swings it open “Brucesy!” He calls out happily “Uncl Harvey!” you yell, jumping up and running over to him. He bends down and gives you a big bear hug, causing a series of giggles to leave your mouth. “How you doing squirt!” He says letting you go, instantly deflating and backing away slightly “I dno” you mumble head held low.

Harvey tilts his head, eye brows slightly pinched together. He opens his mouth to speak, “Harvey” you hear your father say in a friendly tone. Instantly you forget about your favorite uncle and run to your father “Da-De!”. Said man gives you a small smile that doesn’t fully reach his eyes, and quickly turns back to your uncle. “I’m glad you’re here” “of course!” Harvey says having stood up when you trouted away. He gives your father a large huge, which the man recuperates. “So what’s the issue?” Harvey asks as he pulls away, your father glances down at you and then back at him “It’s better we talk about this in private.” He looks concerned at that statement but nods. Your father shoos you off, or at least you attempt to “No!” You huff stomping your foot on the ground “I don’t wanna!” He sighs. “I need to talk to Harvey in private, why don’t you go play with Alfred-“ “NO!” You yell aggressively tugging at his pant leg. He sighs “kid-“ but Harvey cuts him off “sorry squirt but you’re dad’s right, it’s an important conversation between adults.”

You stare up at them squinting, “is it like when Da-De brings home those other ladies?” Harvey instantly starts choking on his own spit “NO! nononononononono” you’re Father says rapidly and panicked “It’s business! Work things! Boring talk!” He insists. You continue to squint up at them, letting out a small humm “oookaaay” “never say anything like that again, okay kid” Harvey says mortified. Nodding rapidly you continue to just stare at them, Harvey sighs and then with a smile pulls out a coin. “Okay, how about I make a deal with you” you nod rapidly, instantly knowing what was going to happen. You watch mesmerized as he maneuvers the metal through his hands, “if it’s tails, me and you leave this stuffy manor right now to get ice cream” “Harvey-“ “but if it’s heads you have to leave us alone just long enough for me and your dad to have are talk. Deal?” “Deal!” You chirp, he nods and you watch with bated breath as the coin is flipped. It goes high, high, high into the air, and as it comes down you watch as Harvey catches it. He then flips his closed fist around so his palm is up, and sitting right there is heads.

You groan and huff angrily, stomping your feet “tuff luck squirt” Harvey says with a frown. “Looks like it's meeting time then” “noooo” you whine, “I don’t make the rules! Blame Lady Luck for your misfortune here.” He says, shaking his head solemnly. You continue to huff and puff but eventually you turn around “ima go now!” You angrily shout as you storm off as well as your little legs will let you. At least that’s what the adults think, adults are stupid. They always think you don’t know as much as you do and they always don’t realize you lie, a lot. Well except Alfred but you’re pretty sure he’s not human.

It isn’t hard to figure out where the two are, so you walk to your Fathers office. Putting your ear against the door straining to hear the conversation. You can hear Harvey talking to your father “you really should….. cruel….. it….” Sadly it was almost impossible to hear what there saying. “I know… but…… issue….. fight…… gone” You can barely make out your fathers voice, flinching back when you hear Harvey yell a “WHAT!” “Hold on” your father says and you can hear his steps as he walks towards the door. You quickly try to run away, only for the door to open before you're even fully away from it. You turn to look at your father, he looks at you, he raises an eyebrow, you quickly try to continue your escape. Only to be scoped up and carefully placed in his arms. “Unhand me!” You yell, struggling in his grip, falling your arms around and kicking your feet.

He doesn’t respond, quietly walking away with you “let me down! I have rights!” He continues walking through the manor you yelling all the way. “Alfred” he calls out, the man just appears. “Yes Master Bruce?” You’re handed over to the man “caught them listening in on a conversation they shouldn’t have” “FIRST AMENDMENT, FIRST AMENDMENT” “it’s the fourth actually young master” you scream. Kicking and face red, you try to bite him but are quickly pulled away. “No biting!” Your father scolds, but you don’t stop struggling. He just sighs and sends you and Alfred off as he continues his discussion with Harvey.

After so long of waiting for your mother with no answers, not even after the police got involved, you got to thinking. Would she come back if you continue your training? As an adult, that would sound stupid. But as a child, who’s mother disappeared the day after you lost your first competition, it made complete sense. Maybe, somehow, some way if you won she would come back. So you worked and trained and competed as hard as you could. You even invited Harvey to a competition, sadly he couldn’t come because of an important meeting that same time. But he promised he’d show up next time! Then he got into an accident and you never saw him again, of course you already knew what happened when Two Face appeared on screen. You were 4 not stupid, even through all the scarring and the manic air he had, the man is still your uncle. It’s a sad sight to see, both as a young child and as an adult.

Even when Dick comes to live with you, you don’t stop. You invited him once or twice, but he never came, you didn’t really care much. He didn’t feel like you’re brother. No matter what everyone else tries to tell you. Really you only invited him out of courtesy. Even his dismissal couldn’t stop you, not until you reach your goal of winning, just once, of your mom coming home. Even if it’s only to congratulate you for finally winning at something. Now this doesn’t mean you don’t invite your father, of course you do. Every chance you get, you have him sign the permission slip, pay for what you need, tell him when competition and even practices are. But he never shows up, never, no matter how much you ask or beg, there is always something, someone more important than you. Not even Alfred stays longer than necessary, it made sense when your mother was there. But now, he just left a small child all on their own. They always do that, leave you alone.

Things don’t really change until Jason shows up, unlike Dick who introduced himself with a friendly formality and then left to talk with your father, Jason was different. Jason greeted you with enthusiasm, a bright smile and wanting to know everything about you. He wanted to know you, wanted to be your brother and for the first time in a long time you felt loved. He told you about himself, how he met your father by stealing his car tires. The most damning piece of evidence straight up said “It must be weird having The Batman as your dad” which very quickly sent you on a spiral. Jason thought you knew that, but you didn’t even have the slightest clue. That made Dick Robin didn’t it, and Alfred had to know too. Based on everyone’s reaction when he asked you that.

It was upsetting, you wanted to scream at your father for keeping this from you. To yell at Alfred for him helping to hide it. To kick Dick in his shins for not speaking a single word. But you didn’t, instead of Alfred, or Dick or your father, it was Jason that comforted you. Jason who told you hiding it was for your own ‘safety’, at least that's what they told him. Jason held you and comforted you, a stranger, someone he didn’t even know for a full day, something no one had ever done for you. Not since Harvey left at least.

You quickly glued yourself to him, it was confusing why Dick hated Jason so much. Jason played games with you, Jason listened to you talk, Jason talked when you didn’t want to. He was kind to everyone, with a smile that lit up the room. In only a week he was your whole world. Because of this you hated Dick on principle. It just made sense to you, it wasn’t that same 11 year old logic that had you inviting Jason to your performance not even two weeks after he came. When he said yes? It instantly made something about this one feel more, like it was the most important one yet. That if you failed this if he doesn’t come you would be crushed.

But the second he got into the car with you, not a moment for your self doubt to creep in, you felt like all your fears left. The two of you entered and went your separate ways, but you weren’t scared, weren’t nervous. Everything felt like it was in place for the first time in years. That day will always be one of your favorites, that day….

Jason sat in the stands next to a familiar woman, he had never met her in person, but Bruce made sure he memorized every member of his rogues gallery. Even the most minor and inconsequential ones. Although he didn’t recognize the baby in her lap, bundled up nice and snug “what are you doing here Talia?” The woman turned to him and smiled. “Well hello to you two little boy wonder” it didn’t surprise Jason that she already knew him. “What do you think I’m doing?” Jason scoffs, “stalking my sibling” she just smiles at him, fondly, like his mother did. “No, I’m just supporting my stepchild, that’s all” she says setting up a camcorder, “you’re not married to Bruce!” She just keeps on smiling. The baby on her lap wiggles, whining as all babies do. She quickly goes to shush him, “Here, hold Damian would you?” She says passing the baby-Damian-to him. The 14 year old panics, holding Damian to the best of his ability. “Good job!” She says, patting his head, continuing to fiddle with the camera.

“Are you planning on?” “Recording this? Yes!” “Why?” “Well I’m doing this for all my kids-“ Jason doesn’t have time to unpack all that. “Is there a greater reason you’re doing this” that makes her pause her smile dropping, just for a moment. Then it’s right back up “can a mother not do things for her child?” “Do they even know you exist,” she doesn’t respond to that. “Will they ever know you exist?” “When there ready” “when will that be?” He asks, gently rocking the baby back and forth. “I don’t know, maybe never, maybe never under the pretense I want it to be” “that’s a really good non answer” Jason hisses out. “I know her mother” now that made Jason pause, “did you-“ “not when they were married, good havens no! Sure I loved him back then too, but I’m no home recker! Then again Father did want me to be.” She sighs and shakes her head, “no I meet her long ago, only once. I don’t remember exactly when but… I remember it was not long after she left. I wanted to know why you would just leave your child like that, how you could. I never got that answer from her, not one I understood.” she glances down at the baby in Jason’s lap, looking almost guilty. “She already knew who I was, knew what my relationship with her ex husband was like. I don’t know how she knew, she just did. She didn’t confront me about it, didn’t seem to even care. She just told me… ‘keep an eye on my Child would you?’” Jason hums, “I never took you as one to uphold this type of promise” she laughed at that. “This is your first time meeting me, is it not?” he just looks down at the baby in his lap who started eating his own hand.

“What did she say?” “Hmm?” Jason looks back at her, “her response, how could she just… leave them” that made Talia’s face twist into something unpleasant. “I still don’t understand their response, after all how could” she shakes her head, “how could someone not love their child? How can someone wish to love their child when it should come so naturally?” Jason freezes at that. “Some-“ he begins in a shaky voice, “some people’s brains just don’t work like yours” she looks up at the ceiling. “You’re right” she says bringing Jason into a side hug, “Most people’s brains don’t work the same.” The three just sit in silence, the only noise being from the crowd of parents, siblings and other relatives of the competitors. Then as soon as the announcer began the camera was on and….

You won

Jason never told Bruce what happened that day, not in full detail at least. You would never know what happened then two, at least not yet.

Things were fine, great even for the next few weeks. But then for the first time since Jason arrived you saw him and your father in the same room. He looked at Jason with so much love, a love you never got. Instead of an increasingly cold and distant man, he had a warm and loving father. He had your father’s trust, his love, his respect, something you desperately craved. Yet he got it so freely, Dick did too, of course he did. But something always felt different about seeing them interact, it wasn’t the same love you desired. You wanted to be loved as your father’s child, not as their sibling. You wanted to be loved the same way he loved Jason. It hurt, in such a short time you felt closer to him than anyone else. Call it foolish, call it naive, but you couldn’t help the love and care you felt for your older brother. This felt like the ultimate betrayal, and as he turned to look at you and give you his signature bright smile, you understood why Dick hated him so much. So you turned around, and ran off. Still hating Dick all the while.

Then he fucking died

Not Dick, this would be a completely different story if it was him. But Jason, sweet, wonderful, Jason, died. That somehow broke you even more, you didn’t get it, you hated Jason, you’re supposed to hate Jason. Yet you have never felt this level of grief before. Not even when you excepted that your mother was never coming back. You wanted to scream and shout and break everything, judging by the news about Batman he wanted the very same. Because of said anger a new child appears this time only a few months younger than you. He, not you, never you, dispute your shared anger and grief, became the new Robin. Later you learned that Tim asked Dick to go back to being Robin first then once he was rejected, he skipped you completely and asked to become Robin. You never really formed any close relationship with Tim especially after that. But even so, no matter how much you hate it, time marches forward. So you continued to do your shows, in a vain hope for, something. Completely ignorant to the three shadows in the stands watching. You never won again, you never will.

You don’t really understand what happened that day when you turned 14. You felt like a shell of whatever you once were. You we’re going through the motions.There was no passion, no lust for life left in you, maybe there never was. But that day, another Birthday you spent all by yourself, you didn’t crack, you didn’t shatter, you fizzled out. All that was left was tired and angry edges. So you quit, it was fun, but it had long lost all meaning. All you wanted to do was rest, you got that for two years. Just two, then it would take you another four until you could rest once more. It would take 8 years before you could one again feed the joy you once had in figuring skating again.

“He’s the perfect man!” Phoebe says for the 13th time, yes you have been counting, since this conversation started. “You just like that he’s an alien,angel,plant thing” you respond, opening the door to one of the many ice rinks in Gotham and stepping inside. “That's just a bonus! Not the main feature! If it was, I would be talking about Knives too!” She says walking in front of you and to the receptionist, after a quick transaction between the two of them and Phoebe picking out her own skates the two of you head towards the rink. It’s almost nostalgic, stepping into one for the first time since you were 14. The sound of music coming from the speakers filling the air, “hu” you mumble to yourself, “just us right now, convenient.” Phoebe continues her rant, “Knives have no redeeming qualities! Except for being hot! Especially Stamped Knives!” “Hot or no redeeming qualities?” You ask sitting down on the bench, cold and familiar, especially in the hurting your ass department. “No redeeming qualities!” “You like Scaramouche?” You start putting on your own pair of skates, dispute not needing them anymore it just felt wrong not owning any. So once you moved into your apartment, you scraped together extra cash to buy a pair.

“That’s different” she insists, moving her arms close to her chest and balling them up into fists. “He had a compelling redemption arc that was ruined by the fact that most of it was in limited time events!” “He still killed like a lot of people” “I think the murder was funny” you let out a quick “HA” and shake your head standing up. “Put your shoes on” she instantly goes quiet at that. “What” “knife shoes” she says with disdain, you giggle slightly at that “what are you a toddler?” “Hush!” She says face flushed. “Besides! I brought us here for you! Not for me! I don’t even know how to ice skate. Now shoo! Go do like a triple axis or something!” You almost feel over from laugheder at that last part. “What!” You try and fail to calm down enough to answer her question, clutching your stomach from how hard you're laughing. Still cackling as you speak “Me??? Do a triple axel??” “What is it hard or something??” “Only the hardest move to pull off ever!” You take a deep breath, a large grin on your face even after you’ve calmed down. “You just asked me to do a move only like 11 people have ever done.” “Oh…” “ya”.

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head fondly you head towards the ice, leaving Phoebe to put on the skates. It takes a moment, rusty from years of no practice, the muscles you worked so hard to train are now gone. But then those same muscles memory kicks in and you're off. It feels magical, like coming home after so many years away. Each slide and spin felt familiar, it’s not as good as it used to be. But somehow it felt better, more fun, more freeing then it had ever been.

With a final slide and a pose you hear clapping coming from the stands, you turn to look at Phoebe with a pair of skates on sitting in the stands. “WOOO!” She says cheering you on and with a joking tone “DO A QUADRUPLE AXEL!” Giggling to yourself you yell back “I'M NOT BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT!” “BOOOOO” she yells in a playful tone, grin not leaving her face. “Get over here!” You say playfully, “I can’t skate!” “I’ll show you idiot!” She huffs and with shaky legs walks over to the entrance of the rink. You watch as she grips onto the wall for dear life, even more amusing as the song switches to a soft romance about snowmen or something. Completely opposite vibes to the newborn fawn you're watching right now.

“I’m staying right here!” She insists, legs bent and spread in awkward angles, eyes wide and shaky. You roll your eyes and skate over to her, “I got ya” you say helping her stand up. You then take her hands in yours and start moving backwards. She stands there stiff as a board letting you basically drag her away. “Come on move your legs” “Fucken how bitch!” “Look at my legs, copy what they’re doing.” Phoebe huffs and looks down, she shakes as she copies the way your legs are positioned, clearly uncomfortable with it. “There you go!” She flushes at your praise as she mimics the movement of your feet. Of course going forwards then backwards, “now” you let go of her hands and quickly move out of her reach. “NONONONONO!” She yells scrambling for balance, getting it with her arms spread wide and torso pushed forward “YOU BITCH”.

Cackling you move back towards her and she quickly latches on. “Don’t ever do that again” “I won’t” you say teasingly. “You’re the worst” “I know” you continue to help her along, as slowly more and more people fill the rink. She holds tightly onto your arm as the two of you go from being in the middle to skating on the sides like everyone else. The music of the rink fills the air as the two of you just skate and talk. A form of peace washes over you, this, this is nice.

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Fun fact! All of this chapter happened because I was listening to the song Snowman while thinking of the ending.

I have a few more ideas after this, but I don’t really know when I’m going to get those out or how they’ll work. I do appreciate asks! Love answering those!

I was thankfully not a pageant kid, I did do baton for several years but I don’t remember ever participating in any competitions. I also did ballet for a few years, but once again outside of the class is mandatory shows I didn’t do much, oh and one of those marathon training programs that one time. So this definitely isn’t going to be very accurate, I also don’t know much about ice skating. I did a bit of research on it though.

@hoeinthehouse @strwberryglass @type-ink @okaycelina

[transsongtaewon]

Of course we know that there aren't many childhood pictures left of Yoohyun. But I think there weren't any in the first place of Yoojin.

Sure, when he was really young there was enough to fill a nice album, a cute baby and later chubby toddler adorning the walls, but they drop off when he is five. Nothing new joins what is there and eventually the pictures are taken down.

There are pictures of Yoohyun, many of them clumsily taken and out of focus, fingers poking in the frame of more than a few. Yoohyun looks happy in all of them, often posing somewhere but sometimes also caught unaware, doing his homework in the kitchen or unpacking a lunch box on a park bench.

How do you think their parents felt the first time they looked back through pictures from their beach vacation only to find Yoohyun, learning how to tie his shoes. Did they delete the pictures? How many times? Did they tire of it eventually? Of erasing their son's milestones, so they gave up and bought a new camera for their next vacation?

Of course it's not like there's no pictures of Yoojin. He's there in class pictures (few) and company get-togethers (many), and for special occasions there's even pictures of him and Yoohyun together, looking proud at Yoohyun's middle school graduation, still having to lean down so they're the same height. There's not many of these pictures - you can only ask a stranger to help take photos for so long - but at least they are some proof Yoojin exists as more than the eye that watches over Yoohyun.

[oldsoul007]

long journey

nicholas chavez x wife!reader

a/n: heyyyy guys….sorry ive been MIA and not active lately BUT school has been so hectic so i just finished finals AYYYY anyway ill def be more active these days coming cus im finally on break so expect some fun stuff. enjoy ;)

based on this request: Can you do one where Nicholas and Yn have a son and the little boy (even though he's a toddler) he's already taking strides towards independence and Nicholas is feeling the growing pains of letting go and still wants to keep his son little still?

Me and Nicholas sat on the couch, quietly watching our son, Ethan, as he carefully stacked his toy blocks, his little tongue sticking out in concentration. At just three years old, Ethan was becoming increasingly independent, a fact that filled his parents with both pride and a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.

“Look at him,” I murmured, my voice tinged with awe. “He’s getting so big. He didn’t even need our help with that tower.”

Nicholas glanced over at Ethan, a pang of something he couldn’t quite describe tugging at his chest. “Yeah, he’s growing up too fast.” His voice was softer now, almost wistful. “I can’t believe how much he’s learning every day. One minute, he’s asking for me to tie his shoes, and the next, he’s doing it on his own.”

I smiled, sensing the weight behind his words. I knew that Nicholas, a natural protector, was having a harder time adjusting to the fact that our little boy was no longer a baby. He’d been so hands-on, so involved in every little milestone, and now, Ethan was starting to take more and more steps on his own.

“I think it’s a good thing,” I said gently, taking Nicholas’s hand. “He’s becoming more confident. It’s a sign of how well we’ve done.”

Nicholas nodded but still seemed unsure. “I know, I just… I don’t want him to grow up too fast. There’s something about him asking me for help that makes me feel needed, like he still wants to be my little boy. I guess I’m not ready to let that go yet.”

My heart softened. I could see the deep love Nicholas had for our son, the quiet protectiveness that defined him as a father. But I also knew that the process of letting go was part of the journey—one that both parents had to navigate together.

“Ethan will always need you,” she said, her voice reassuring. “Just in different ways. He’s going to keep growing, but that doesn’t mean we lose the moments we have now. We get to watch him become someone new, someone amazing. And we’ll be there every step of the way.”

Nicholas watched as Ethan, oblivious to the conversation, triumphantly added the final block to his tower. The little boy clapped his hands, beaming with pride, and looked up at his parents, his eyes bright.

“Look, Daddy!” Ethan said, holding up the tower with both hands. “I did it!”

Nicholas smiled, his heart swelling with emotion. “You did, buddy. You did.”

For a moment, he realized that even though Ethan was becoming more independent, he would always be our little boy. The feeling of being needed might change, but the love and connection would only grow stronger.

Nicholas reached down to ruffle Ethan’s hair, a tear threatening to well up in his eye, but he blinked it away with a soft laugh. “Guess I’m just going to have to keep up with you, huh, kiddo?”

Ethan giggled and gave him a tight hug, and in that hug, Nicholas found a comfort—a reminder that no matter how much Ethan grew, he would always be his son.

[splishsplashyouropinionistrash]

ok guys so i started thinking about Andrew and everything he went through and now i can't stop

I work with kids, right? I spend pretty much every day taking care of seven year old babies. I think you can see where I'm going.

It's still just so absolutely heartbreaking that Andrew was being hurt and used at seven years old. I spend my days taking care of seven year old boys and they're just... they're so small? they aren't even really people yet, they're still practically toddlers. at seven, they still cry when their mothers drop them off at school and need help getting their jackets zipped. They can't reach things on the third shelf yet. they believe in santa and the tooth fairy and they trust everything adults say just because they're adults.

What I'm trying to say is: how could anyone try and hurt those kids? i genuinely can't comprehend how someone could look at those little babies and hurt them.

i feel like we all read that Andrew was seven when it started and... yeah, it horrified us, yeah it was so so young, but we didn't really get it. how could we? most of us aren't around kids very often. we hear "I was seven" and it's awful, it's sickening, but we don't really have any sort of point of reference for just how young that really is.

He couldn't tie his own shoes yet. He was still learning how to brush his teeth correctly. he had to sit in a booster seat. he probably hadn't even lost his first baby tooth yet.

Andrew was still just a baby. He was so, so young.

I don't know how to finish this post, honestly. I just finally started to understand how young seven years old is, and I wanted to give you all a reference point as well.

[bunnysnuff]

Teen Dad Nick with a Velcro Toddler Headcanons:

Pairing: teen dad!nick nelson x toddler!reader.

Trigger warning; Clingyness ig?, teen dad.

Request.

Constant Shadow: Nick’s toddler is his little shadow. Wherever Nick goes, there’s a tiny hand holding onto his jeans or fingers wrapped around his own. Whether he’s cooking, studying, or even just sitting on the couch, the toddler is right there, clinging to him like Velcro.

One-Handed Master: Nick has mastered the art of doing almost everything with one hand. His toddler’s attachment means he’s often carrying them on one hip, so he’s learned how to make breakfast, tie his shoes, and even take notes for class with just one hand. He’s impressively coordinated at this point.

The Ultimate Study Buddy: When Nick is trying to study, his toddler insists on sitting in his lap. While Nick tries to read textbooks or type assignments, his toddler will babble or scribble on a piece of paper, thinking they’re helping. Sometimes, Nick will pause and read aloud, pointing at pictures, just to keep them entertained.

Nap Time Negotiator: Getting his toddler to nap is an adventure. His velcro baby only wants to sleep when they’re nestled against Nick’s chest, usually after some gentle rocking or a car ride where they’re holding tight to his shirt. Nick’s become a pro at balancing his toddler on one arm while doing homework or watching TV during nap time.

Always Close at Hand: Nick has babyproofed everything within a toddler’s reach because his little one is always right beside him. If Nick’s on the floor playing with toys, his toddler will be crawling over him, sitting on his lap, or leaning into him like he’s their personal chair.

Super-Dad Mode Activated: As a teen dad, Nick is fiercely protective and completely dedicated. He’s the one who rushes in the middle of the night when his toddler wakes up, scared or in need of comfort. He’ll scoop them up and walk them around the room until they’re calm, humming softly. His toddler clings to him with their little arms wrapped tightly around his neck, trusting him completely.

Public Displays of Clinginess: In public, Nick’s toddler is glued to him—whether it’s at the park, the grocery store, or visiting friends. People often smile when they see Nick trying to navigate a shopping cart with his toddler clinging to his side. When someone tries to talk to the toddler, they hide shyly behind Nick’s leg, peeking out but never letting go.

The Bedtime Routine: Bedtime can be tricky with a velcro toddler. They need to fall asleep either in Nick’s arms or at least holding onto his hand. Nick has a bedtime story memorized by heart and reads it every night while his toddler snuggles against him, refusing to sleep unless they know Nick’s right there.

Tiny Fashion Critic: Nick’s toddler loves going through his clothes and attempting to “help” him pick out outfits. Even if they’re too small to actually have an opinion, they’ll grab onto one of Nick’s shirts or shoes and insist he wears it that day—leading to Nick often letting his toddler choose, just to make them happy.

Proud Papa Moments: Despite the challenges of having such a clingy little one, Nick absolutely loves being a dad. His heart melts when his toddler reaches for him with tiny arms, or when they call him “Dada” with that sleepy, content look in their eyes. He wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Whenever his friends joke about how attached the toddler is, Nick just smiles, knowing it’s a phase he’ll cherish forever.

[edwardallenpoe]

Baby Ponyboy was definetely a menace like he wouldn't eat unless either his mother or Darry was holding him, he cried all night so Ms. or Mr. Curtis had to stay up to hold him because that was the nly way he'd sleep. Darry and Sodapop probably fought over who would spend time with him. and when he became a toddler he was exremely clingy

As a toddler, he would cry and scream and hyperventilate if anyone but his dad tied his shoes so Mr. Curtis had to leave work several times just to tie his shoes so he could go to school (<- projection)

He only wanted Mrs. Curtis to cut his food for him

Whenever he was having a tantrum he would play with Darry's hair to calm himself down

He eventually learns about Lying and Hiding so he would hide the most inconvenient things to lose (car keys, the other sock in a pair, a specific paper for homework, a small comb, ect.) just so his family members would stay home to look for it with him

In conclusion Ponyboy is autistic/hj

[autistpride]

Autism Acceptance

CAMP AU

Prompt day 1: April 1

word count 1340

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus did not want to go to day camp. But his parents would not hear his no. They insisted that it would be good for him to learn these life skills and it was just during the day for the month of June. He would go after breakfast and be back home before supper, the same hours as the school day. It was even at his highschool, so he would know the building and where everything was.

But he still was adamant that he did not want to go. He wanted to stay home and read his books, draw, and listen to music and his videos. He wanted to play with his legos. Yes they absolutely needed to be reorganised again, this time by the number of studs instead of by colour like his mum had helped him do years ago.

Who needs to learn to ride a bike, make a sandwich, swim, do washing, or tie his shoes anyways?! He could keep wearing his velcro ones and when would he ever care to use a bike. He was perfectly fine not going in the gross water at the pool or the beach or the lake or wherever they were at. He liked playing in the water during the summer, but he much preferred the sprinkler or the kiddie pool that his parents set up each year in the back garden.

Remus grumbled and made his displeasure known the whole time his mum was packing his snack and lunch and putting them, his rescue meds, and his favourite book and his taggie in his backpack.

He frowned when his dad made a joke about him wearing the same grey hoodie and blue knitted stocking cap in the middle of summer but he wore them anyways like he always did.

He wore his headphones over his ears and clung to his stuffed kitty as he waited outside their small home for the bus to arrive to take him to the first day of the worst summer of his life.

Sirius did not want to attend the life skills camp. What a waste of a perfectly good summer in which he could be tanning, swimming, bowling, or at the arcade. Hell Sirius could even just spend it sleeping in and getting laid.

James however talked him into it. James had said it would look good on their college applications to have volunteer hours on there and this would be a good cause to support.

The camp needed peer mentors to partner with the disabled students as a “buddy” while they learned to do things that would help them be more independent. So Sirius packed his lunch and tossed it and a few bottles of water into his bag, started his bike, and rode to the public school that he had never attended.

When he arrived he was lucky no one was able to see through the visor of his helmet as his face contorted to one of shock and slight disgust. The school was a two story brick building obviously made in the early 1900s. The white paint on the window frames was chipped and peeling and the sign out front had obviously been the newest thing about the entire facility. He parked, locked his helmet up, slung his bag over his shoulder and pocketed his keys as he headed to meet with James, sign in, get his name tag, and find out which poor sod he would be partnered with.

Sirius was now the official buddy of someone named Remus Lupin. Poor boy had parents similar to him, giving a kid an unusual name like that. He was given a little “about me” about Remus to look over before the attendees arrived on the bus in twenty minutes.

Remus was autistic. He carried around a stuffed cat named Pandy that he had had since he was a toddler. His hat and hoodie were comfort items and he did not need to take them off unless he wanted to. He hated his clothes getting wet, getting his hands dirty, and did not like some activities due to sensory aversion like paint, mud, playdough, glue, or slime. He loved to read and build with legos. He also loved music and hummed and sang songs he liked. He hated loud noises and wore headphones, but he vocally stimmed loudly and liked to script his favourite films. James explained that stimmed or stimming was a repetitive movement or noise that served a purpose, often to help regulate. Remus also had epilepsy and would have emergency medication with him in case he had a seizure. Sirius wasn’t sure that he would be a good fit. He knew nothing about autism or epilepsy. But he wanted to make it work and he was determined. He had never been a quitter. So he read everything he could find quickly on his phone and prepared for the bus to arrive.

Remus had counted the turns of the familiar route while his legs bounced and his little hand man jumped over the cars and people and signs they passed. When the bus came to a halt, Remus stayed seated until most of the students had left and Ms Hootch came over and told him he could unbuckle like she always did. Ms Hootch had been his driver ever since he could remember. He liked her and the other students didn’t be mean to Remus on the bus because she wouldn’t let anyone feel sad on her bus.

He unbuckled and he stood, grabbed his bag and carefully put it on before clutching Pandy to his chest and walking to the exit. He slowly went down the stairs and was met by his friend Minnie. She was his helper, but she was still his friend. With her was another boy. He was the prettiest boy Remus had ever seen. He had long dark hair and even wore sparkles on his eyes!

“Remus, this is Sirius. He will be your buddy for camp this summer,” Minnie said with a smile.

“You're pretty and shiny like a disco ball,” Remus said.

The boy, Sirius, laughed. “Thanks I think.”

“You're welcome” Remus replied nonchalantly before looking at Sirius’ outfit. He was wearing a band tee with one of Remus’ favourite bands on it and Remus squealed loud and high pitched.

Remus started to sing one of the songs from the album and thought maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad summer after all.

Sirius had waited while students climbed down off the bus when he was approached by a stern looking woman.

“Sirius Black?” she asked in a no nonsense tone.

“Yes.”

“I am Minerva. I am one of Remus’ teachers. I’ll come with you to introduce you both and will be close by during the days while you both are here in case he needs anything. You can come to me at any point if you need help.”

Minerva motioned for him to move forward. There was no one around the door to the bus anymore and all the other students and their partners, including James, had already made their way inside to do the welcome games.

Sirius was surprised when a tall, gorgeous boy stepped into view and down the stairs. His smile when he saw Minerva was breathtaking.

Sirius listened as Minerva introduced him and laughed in surprise when Remus called him pretty like a disco ball. That had to be the weirdest compliment he had ever received but he liked it.

Remus’ squeal startled him at first and he jumped at the sudden noise right near his ears but resisted the urge to yell out. Minerva gave him a look of approval at that and he felt a sense of pride that he did something right.

However, what shocked him the most was to hear Remus begin to sing his favourite song. His voice was enough to make Sirius think he had heard angels. He grinned and began to hum along.

Maybe this would be a great summer after all.

[astra-galaxie]

"Any time, my boy! If you need more help, I shall be here!" - Rhys Wells

Biographical information

Full Name: Rhys Wright-Wells

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Status: Alive

Age: 70 (season 4)

Birth: 1820

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh

Origin: Cardiff, Wales

Residence:

Concordia, USA

Cardiff, Wales (formerly)

Profession(s):

Doctor

Coroner

Family:

Amelia Wright (wife)

Richard Wells (son)

Arthur Wright (stepson)

Unnamed wife (deceased)

Affiliation(s): Concordia Flying Squad

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Height: 6'0" Age: 70 (season 4) Weight: 178lbs Eyes: brown Blood: O+

Rhys is a tall gentleman that bears a strong resemblance to his son Dick with nearly identical facial structure and build, but Rhys has more facial hair and is entirely silver-haired. He wears a white lab coat, a dark green dress shirt, brown slacks, black shoes and a black bow tie. Lastly, a pair of brown-framed glasses sit over his brown eyes.

Synopsis

The father of Richard "Dick" Wells, stepfather of Arthur Wright and husband of Amelia Wright-Wells, Rhys is a physician hailing from Wales. His first wife, Dick's mother, died when the boy was barely more than a toddler. Following her death, Rhys and Dick moved to Concordia for a new, better life. Here, Rhys established a medical practice and began serving the community.

A few years after moving to Concordia, Rhys met Amelia Wright at a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream by the local theatre. He's not ashamed to admit it felt like love at first sight, but he was still nervous to pursue a new relationship even though his first wife had been deceased for years. He was worried Dick would think he was trying to replace his mother, so they took things slow, starting as friends until they were ready to take the next step. And when their relationship had gotten serious enough to introduce each others' children, Rhys was glad the first meeting had gone well. His son was ecstatic at the idea of finally having a little brother, and Arthur seemed interested in having an older brother, too.

Eventually, Rhys and Amelia married, uniting their two families into one. Life was great for the Wright-Wells family. Of course, they had their issues, but their love stayed strong through it all. As his sons grew up, Rhys encouraged them to pursue their dreams which led to Arthur joining the police academy and Dick entering medical school. He was proud of the paths both of his sons had chosen and was even prouder when they announced they would be founding members of Concordia's new Flying Squad.

During the current timeline of the series, Rhys made his first appearance when he stepped in as temporary coroner after Dick became a suspect in Heartbroken. While his primary profession is family medicine, Rhys holds a pathology degree and is a certified coroner. He has always told his sons that he would be there if they needed his help. So, he assisted the Flying Squad with the case and was happy to hear that Dr. Hart's killer had been caught even if who it was and the reason for the murder were heartbreaking…

After the case was solved, he, Amelia, the Flying Squad, and their families attended Kilian Bontemps's equestrian performance. He also met Jason's mother, the first and only recipient of Hestia's Heart. Seeing how the invention had replaced the woman's heart was fascinating, and Melaina welcomed him to read her files to learn more about the medical marvel. Rhys also promised to keep Dick from overwhelming her as his son was even more excited about the invention than his father was.

More to be revealed in Murders of The Past

Organization(s)

Concordian Flying Squad

Rank: Coroner

Story Information

First appeared: Heartbroken

Trivia

He is based on an IRL doctor I work with

Amelia was hesitant to take her husband's surname when they married due to past trauma involving changing her surname. So, Rhys offered to hyphenate his name with her if she chose to take the Wells name. Their sons didn't hyphenate their names like the couple did, and to this day, most people still refer to Amelia as a Wright, while people call Rhys a Wells

He still operates a medical practice, though he only does family medicine now. But he does also practice other fields like obstetrics and gynecology

Rhys and Dick did and still do experiments together. Rhys isn't as crazy as Dick is with his experiments, but he still supports his son's endeavours and is always there to patch Dick up after an experiment backfires. And while he'll always worry about his son's safety, Rhys knows Dick would never intentionally put himself in danger in the name of science… Most of the time!

He is good friends with Leopold Rochester. This is also the friend he was referring to in Heartbroken when he says he knows one of the World Exhibition sponsors

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames ! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad) Murders of The Past (Ao3/Wattpad)

[rosie-kairi]

Aight lads I have come once again to break hearts because Lauriam and Ven have me in a chokehold and this is the saddest yet. Also I am in no way a competent writer so if any of your mutuals or followers want to take these ideas and run with it please by all means go ahead I will be lurking on ao3 waiting for fics and ready with kudos.

Biggest #1 change. Everything is the same except Ventus is actually Lauriam and Strelitzia's actual little brother. Their parents died when Ven was a toddler so 9-year-old Lauriam was now a single parent to his two younger siblings so the protective instinct runs deep.

Since Ven doesn't really remember their parents whenever he tries to picture them all he can see is Lauriam who would comfort him when he woke up from a bad dream, who wrapped him in blankets and sang him lullabies, who helped him learn to tie his shoes button his buttons and zip his zippers. Ven still feels lonely because obviously he loves his siblings and they do spend time together but there's quite an age gap (Lauriam is probably 6 years older and Strelitzia is probably 4 years older). So when they get keyblades Ven is among if not the youngest keyblade wielder and when all your peers are preteens/teens/young adults well it's no surprise no one wants an 8 year old Ven to tag along.

This means when Darkness possesses Ven it's like way more purposeful, he lures Strelitzia into the house and she quickly picks up something is wrong. She draws her keyblade demanding Ven be released and Darkness speaks to her through Ven that he's weak and it would be so easy to end him and just to taunt her has him hold his own keyblade ready to slice his throat. Strelitzia is naturally terrified for her baby brother and quickly switches to begging. She can't fight him afraid he'll get hurt and pleads to spare his life. Darkness then asks if she would take his place and Strelitzia agrees. So she willingly lets Darkness kill her to save Ven, he still watched the murder happen but was in a daze so his memories are hazy.

This of course makes the later confrontation like 10x worse Ven feels so so guilty he feels he should've died and has to repent Lauriam is dealing with grief and crushing failure and in a moment of weakness takes it out on Ven. so when Ven goes to trap Darkness within himself Lauriam is far more panicked but is still unable to stop him.

So imagine Lauriam making the jump forward in time. If they get separated he's now lost both his siblings possibly for good and if they travel together then he's powerless to stop xehanort from tearing Ven in two and the last thing he sees is his 12 year old brother left dying on the ground never able to properly make up for his constant failure.

OUGHHH. GHGHUH

Ventus being their biological little brother..... I am a sucker for that lil idea (thinks about the omori au thing). Also. lol at single parent lauriam. boy experiences the crushing pains of being a single father to two children at the tender age of 9. Any guy can be a babygirl but it takes a real man to be a single mother y'know.

I think that makes the Strelitzia situation worse in both character's perspectives. You are Ventus and you discover that you got you older sister killed. You are Lauriam and you have just been told that your baby brother- the boy you practically raised- was indirectly responsible for the death of your younger sister. What do either of you do in that situation? That's not something you can really come back from.

And all of those horrible things happening to Ven when Lauriam can do nothing about it. Ough.

(I think I'm gonna be tagging this saga as "Windflower Family Fun Times!!!!" because 1. organizational purposes 2. windflower is a cute name for this duo and 3. no one here is having a fun time.)

[struggling-to-find-home]

An incredibly fucked up part of my life, now that I think about it, is that I simultaneously had two childhoods and also didn't have a childhood at all.

Like, obviously I was a child, at some point, considering that is how time works. I was a child, who had a personality, and thoughts, and feelings, and memories.

Then, I was a teenager - and, as a teenager, I killed my personality, got my thoughts indoctrinated by my abusers, denied all of my feelings, and had a constant stream of poisonous memories fuck up all my decisions in the backround. I knew what it was like to live through a childhood, an actual one, lasting multiple years.

Then, everything broke, my psyche broke, and, after swimming in dissociative hell for a good six months, I woke up after what I jokingly call my "factory reset" - and I had to memories. Like. At all. Literally, a black wall lasting seventeen years of my life, and then, all of a sudden - I was there.

My first ever conscious thought, the one I remember, at least, was - "Holy shit, I can actually think". Not very exciting for a first thought, I guess, but it was very exciting for me at the time, considering that my dissociation was so bad I couldn't count to five most days without getting lost.

Do you understand just how fucking terrifying it is, to suddenly gain awareness and realise that you don't know how you are, what has your life been life, and how to interact with the world, with the only information actually being in your brain being memories of abuse which were too horrible to forget? Because I fucking do, I lived it. You read isekai for the plot, I read it because it's the one genre that can describe my experience. I literally was the "born sexy yesterday" trope - a mind with no knowledge of how life works, who was, let's be real, at the emotional regulation level of a toddler, stuck in an body of an adult.

I had to teach myself everything - how to talk to people, how to focus for more than three seconds at a time, how to extract my memories, one by one, and slowly piece together who inhabited this body, my body, for all of my life. I was literally learning how to person from scratch, and in the beginning, you can bet your ass I didn't feel any close to, well, an actual adult, like I was supposed to be. I had to stumble over every mistake, and learn every lesson you learn as you grow older.

Fucking hell, for one and a half years, I lived in a world where I physically couldn't comprehend that someone wouldn't like me. When I say I had to learn everything, I mean it.

Sometimes, it gets to me - the fact that I am technically inhabiting the body of a corpse. She - the child, the teenager, the one who actually lived through hell - is dead. I am somebody else. I will never be her. All I can do is live - like this, in this bizzare existence - and try not to wince every time someone mentions their childhood.

I don't remember what it's like to be a kid - to be able to grow, make mistakes, and not be judged for being in the process of figuring things out. In all honesty, I'm not sure whether I was allowed to be a kid - I got some memories back, but none of them give me that kind of info. I don't remember what it's like to be a teenager.

I remember what it's like to try to live a normal life when your first memory was yesterday, a week ago, a month ago, a year ago. I remember what it's like - to have that innocence, that naivety, that additude of not having any shame or self-consciousness that you usually only see in children, going through the world without looking at any obstacles because your enthusiasm hasn't ever been crushed yet.

For a child, every obstacle they encounter can be the biggest one in their life yet - even if it's something as simple as learning to tie your shoes. Fortunately for me, the first obstacle I encountered as myself was a horrible, terrifying monster - my mother - raging at me and disowning me in a week-long fight over me not wanting to take a math test. Everything else seemed like a small problem after that. Well, until my brother pulled a gun on me, but that's besides the point.

So now, when people say "Childhood" - I think about my first days as myself, the amnesiac teenager. Being young, moldable, soaking every piece of information up with no filter because I didn't know better. But then I think to myself.

Oh. Right.

I was a child, but it wasn't a childhood.

I was a child, but that childhood is lost forever.

And then, internally, I weep.

[ulace5]

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[kidloo]

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When it comes to children’s health, establishing a strong foundation early on can make a world of difference. This is especially true for dental care. Starting dental care routines early for children not only helps in maintaining their oral health but also fosters habits that will benefit them throughout their lives. At Kidloo, we believe that the earlier you start, the better the outcomes for your child’s dental health.

Early Start Equals Healthy Habits

Starting dental care routines early helps children develop healthy habits from a young age. When you introduce brushing and flossing as part of your child’s daily routine, it becomes a normal and expected part of their day. Just like learning to tie their shoes or brush their hair, establishing a routine for oral hygiene sets the stage for a lifetime of good habits. Children who learn to take care of their teeth early are more likely to continue those habits into adulthood, reducing the risk of dental problems later in life.

Prevention of Dental Issues

One of the most significant benefits of starting dental care early is the prevention of dental issues. Early oral hygiene practices help to prevent the buildup of plaque and tartar, which can lead to cavities and gum disease. By regularly brushing and flossing, children can avoid many common dental problems and maintain healthy teeth and gums. Preventive care also reduces the need for more extensive and costly treatments in the future.

Familiarity with Dental Visits

Introducing your child to dental care routines early also helps them become familiar with dental visits. Regular check-ups with a pediatric dentist should begin around the age of one or when the first tooth erupts. Early visits help children get comfortable with the dentist, reducing anxiety and fear associated with dental appointments. This familiarity can make future visits more pleasant and less stressful for both the child and the parent.

Development of Proper Technique

Starting dental care early ensures that children learn proper brushing and flossing techniques from the beginning. As they grow, they can refine their skills, making their oral hygiene routine more effective. Parents can guide their children on how to brush correctly, how long to brush, and how to floss effectively. This guidance is crucial in preventing cavities and other dental issues.

Early Detection of Dental Problems

Regular dental care from an early age allows for the early detection of potential dental problems. Dentists can monitor the development of your child’s teeth and identify issues such as misalignment or cavities before they become more serious. Early intervention can address these problems before they require more extensive treatment, ensuring better outcomes and less discomfort for your child.

Building a Positive Attitude Towards Oral Health

When children experience dental care routines as a positive and consistent part of their lives, they are more likely to develop a positive attitude towards oral health. By making brushing and flossing a fun and enjoyable activity, parents can help their children view oral hygiene as an important and rewarding part of their daily routine. This positive attitude can lead to better adherence to dental care routines and a greater commitment to maintaining oral health throughout their lives.

Customized Care for Growing Children

Children’s dental needs evolve as they grow. Starting early allows parents to tailor dental care routines to their child’s specific developmental stage. For example, infants and toddlers may require different care compared to older children or teenagers. Early care provides the opportunity to adapt routines as needed and address issues that are specific to different stages of dental development.

Supporting Overall Health

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Conclusion

Starting dental care routines early for children is a proactive approach that pays off in numerous ways. From preventing dental issues and fostering good habits to supporting overall health and reducing dental anxiety, the benefits are clear. At Kidloo, we encourage parents to embrace early dental care as an essential part of their child’s development. By instilling good oral hygiene practices from a young age, you’re setting your child up for a lifetime of healthy smiles and positive dental experiences.

[glittertimes]

I feel so calm when I’m on my own and not dealing with people who are passive aggressive and secretly hate me. I’ve been blaming so much on myself thinking it’s my fault I feel so unfulfilled and maybe in some ways it is, but also I had so many people around me that were so mean to me for so long that I’m just now learning to appreciate who I am as a person and not trying to fit into whatever weird image they had of me.

Like I am so smart and creative and people have always treated me like I’m a toddler who doesn’t even know how to tie their shoes. To the point where I started feeling like I wasn’t capable when I was way smarter than the people trying to make me feel awful about myself all the time.