I do not understand why Bruce keeps up the playboy persona when he could obviously get away with the total Dad persona they’d be like, “do you think Bruce Wayne is Batman” and literally 17 people at once start talking about how they saw him dropping a kid off at soccer practice and then saw him stopping for pizza for the kids, then he had to help the kids with their homework, listen he had a diaper bag he can’t be batman-
1/100 - if you look closely, you can see my sanity slowly slipping away as i attempt my ap physics homework
just kidding. sort of. starting the 100 days of productivity over because i sucked at being consistent the first time and i want to try again, especially since i really need to get my shit together this week. hope everyone is having a great week! xo
DON’T YOU TELL ME YUURI HASN’T BEEN TO THE OLYMPICS MY BOY IS JAPAN’S ACE OF COURSE HE HAS
2008 olympics babes
Based off of @indiansummersunset and @iverindes preppy trust fund college kid Viktor. Yuuri is going to be a lot more skilled than when we first saw him in the series so basically. Super good skater + Trust fund Kid Viktor
(I sincerely apologize)
Yuuri stared down at the campus map on his phone, despite his glasses he still squinted to try to make sense of the many paths that overlapped each other. He looked up from his phone to see if there were any actual street signs then ruffled his hair and pushed his glasses further up his nose. “What’s the rink called anyways?” His muttered question was answered by a small group of girls all focused on someone out in the field. “It’s Nikiforov Rink.” They answered without even looking in Yuuri’s direction.
He stared down at the phone in his hands again, trying to find Nikiforov Rink, only to let out a frustrated sigh and adjust his glasses. “Nikiforov Rink? Where’s that? I’m going to be late to practice!” None of the girls answered his question but the figure they were focused on turned to look at him. Yuuri swore he could see literal sparkles surrounding the VIneyard Vines clothed man. Everything about him screamed preppy as he jogged across the large field, a frisbee in one hand and a smirk on his face. “Hey you!”
Yuuri looked both ways to see who the guy was shouting at then pointed to himself. “Who, me?”
“Yeah you!” The man jogged over with a bright smile while Yuuri could only think ‘Oh shit’ in his head. “Hey I heard you were lost, Nikiforov Rink right? I can find it on the campus app for you.” He smiled brightly as he held his hand out.
Yuuri looked down at his phone with an uncertain expression then smiled back and handed it to him. “Alright, thank you!”
After the silver-haired man typed for a few seconds he handed the phone back. “Here you go, good luck!” He winked at Yuuri then jogged back over to his friend to resume playing ultimate frisbee.
Yuuri smiled slightly and followed the map to the rink, he did however get sidetracked by a new message on his phone with a new contact.
From: Vik Nikiforov:
My parents build Nikiforov rink
But they built me better
The texts were followed with an obscene number of emojis. Yuuri blushed a bright red then slid his phone into his pocket.
Once Yuuri had made it to the rink he stashed his phone away in his bag and pulled his skates out. He laced them up then pulled his sweatshirt off and walked to the rink side. “Um, Mr. Cialdini?” A tall dark-haired man with a pony tail turned then flashed a bright smile. “Ah Yuuri!”
Yuuri smiled nervously then nodded and bowed. “Thank you for coaching me Mr. Cialdini!”
Celestino smiled as he waved his hands. “No need for that, you can call me Celestino or Ciao Ciao.” Yuuri smiled at that then nodded and gestured to the ice. “Ah, um. May I?”
Ciao Ciao nodded then gestured to the ice excitedly. Yuuri smiled as he took his skate guards off and set them on the barrier next to his glasses. After pushing his hair back he glided out and looked at the other skaters who were there. Since it wasn’t a “Scheduled” practice everyone was free to use the rink however they wanted. As he watched the groups fumble on the ice he practically winced at the way they were digging into the ice and creating holes.
Yuuri took a deep breath then put his wireless headphones in his ears, his phone already playing music that connected to them. Once he found out that the groups basically stayed at the edges of the rink to grip onto the barrier he glided to the center and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath then began to do warm-ups, a few simple laps around the rink and then basic jumps.
After he had warmed up he began to skate, testing out the choreography he had in his head. He sighed as he tried to figure out how to fit everything together into his new program. He spent almost an hour trying to work on choreography before huffing and pushing his hair away from his face.
Ciao Ciao spent the first hour observing and giving comments from the boards before having to leave to go to a meeting on the other side of the campus. Yuuri watched him leave with a sigh then went back to skating, the music changed to his most recent skate that he performed, making him smile and begin to skate as if he was at a competition again.
Yuuri didn’t get the chance to notice that the ice was completely empty, most of the students in the stands watching him. Thanks to another student who began to live record it to the rest of the campus, most of the students who weren’t in classes began to file in.
He had his eyes closed as he glided across the ice with a bright smile going from his step sequence into a quad flip, triple toe loop combination. By the time he finished that combination jump Viktor Nikiforov and his entourage had entered to see the newest skating scholarship winner.
It had almost become a show at the point with how many people came to see him skate, when he transitioned into his biellmann spin more than half of the students gasped as Yuuri did it then began dizzying spins.
Yuuri finished in a few minutes then slid his earbuds out for the first time in about two hours, he almost fell over when he heard cheers coming from the stands. Once he noticed that he was the only one on the ice he had never been so happy for his near blindness after he had his glasses off.
He was a blushing mess as he quickly skated off the ice and put his skate guards on, only to then shove everything in his duffel and quickly rush out of the building.
Chris hummed at Viktor’s side once the newest scholarship kid rushed out of the rink, he turned to talk to Viktor when he noticed that he was still staring at the ice. “Hey Viktor, what do you think of our newest student?”
“Kruto! Did you see how he moved on the ice Chris, we need to bring him on the yacht. Yuri make sure he get’s invited to the next yacht party!” Viktor was interrupted by Yuri Plisetsky yanking his shirt and glaring. “I’m not your secretary old man.”
Viktor simply smiled as he took his sweater off then swung it over his shoulder, keeping it in place with his pointer finger acting as a hook. “So everyone, should we make him part of the group?”
Yuri muttered a dark ‘no’, Chris smirked and said ‘yes’, Georgie was still crying from ‘the beauty of the way he glided across the ice’, and Mila grinned with a ‘yes’. “Okay so we have two for yes one for no and I think a yes from Georgie but I’m not sure. Let’s invite him to frisbee tomorrow too, Yuri, make sure he gets invited to frisbee!”
“I told you I’m not your secretary old man!” Yuri was fuming as he stomped off to his dorm, leaving the four to walk back to their own dorms together.
“So you like Yuuri huh?” Chris saddled up to Viktor side then smirked. “Oh mon ami you should see the way he dances too~!”
Viktor nearly pounced on Chris as he grinned, “He dances too?! Chris he’s so perfect we have to go to his next performance or his next skate. Maybe Mama will let me hold an emergency skating event! We can have some roses there for him and then we can give him other flowers too not just roses right? He might not like roses though so we can give him maybe some lilies? Oh! Wait maybe he’d want a more expensive thing for that! Let’s get him a faberge then right? Any questions? No? Okay we’re going shopping soon then!”
Mila put her finger to her lips as she thought then looked around the campus ground. “Why don’t you just ask him Viktor?”
“But how can I ask him Mila?” Viktor whined while leaning on the redhead then pouted. “Viktor…Viktor he’s right there getting his dorm keys okay?” Viktor perked up at that, his eyes scanning the quad before they landed on the Japanese man walking out of the administrative building.
Viktor rushed over to the Japanese man then flipped his bangs and grinned. “Hey there Yuuri, wanna go on a trip on my daddy’s yacht?” He finished with a hand on his hip and a wink.
Yuuri stammered a few words in Japanese, too flustered to changed to English before shaking his head, his cheeks varying colors of red that spread from his ears. Viktor’s grin faded slightly as he observed Yuuri before a loud bark could be heard, followed by Yuri’s angry yelling. “Oi! Old man get your dog! Why was he in my room anyways!?”
Viktor turned just in time for his dog, Makkachin, to fly past him and knock Yuuri down. Yuuri let out a loud ‘oof’ then began to giggle as Makkachin licked his face. “V-Vicchan what are you doing- Wait. You’re not Vicchan?” Makkachin let out a bark then went back to licking Yuuri.
“Makka get off of him!” Viktor quickly grabbed Makkachin and dragged him off of Yuuri before holding his hand out. “Sorry about Makkachin, she doesn’t normally do that.”
Yuuri laughed as he sat up then scratched Makkachin behind her ears. “It’s okay, she’s cute.” He played with the poodles large ears before standing up fully and looked down at the packet in his hands. “Well, uh. I going to go find my dorm? Did I say that right?” Yuuri mumbled to himself before shaking his head and quickly rushing off. Shouting a ‘Bye Viktor’ over his shoulder.
“Chris?” Viktor asked his friend without looking at him, his eyes glued on Yuuri as he made his way through the quad.
“Yes, Viktor?” Chris saddled up to his side then smiled.
“I’m gonna date that boy.”
When Yuuri made his way into his dorm he was immediately blinded by balloons flying at his face and then a flash disorienting his vision. “Welcome new roomie!” Yuuri blinked before his vision cleared to see a thai man with hamsters on his shoulders and a phone in his hand.
“A-Ah, I’m Yuuri!” Yuuri smiled then held his hand out. Phichit grinned as he finished typing then pulled Yuuri into a hug. “I know,I’m Phichit. You know you really should update your insta more often. I need to see pics of my new roomie’s adventures!”
Yuuri laughed slightly then ruffled his hair and maneuvered around the balloons to set his duffel down. “Um, I have all of my stuff in the car if you can help me?”
Phichit grinned as he nodded then practically skipped down the hallway with Yuuri in tow. “We’re going to have so much fun this year Yuuri, sorry I could be at the rink to welcome you but I had a class then.”
“Oh it’s okay I got here late so I left all of my things sitting in the car and just ran down to the rink.” Yuuri laughed slightly then skidded to a stop next to the car with Phicht. “You get to meet Vicchan!”
As soon as the door opened Vicchan bounded out and into Yuuri’s arms, Phichit took a picture of that with a grin then slid his phone into his pocket and went to pet Vicchan before the two turned when they heard a squeal.
“Yuuri that was so cute!” Yuuri turned to see Viktor with a frisbee in his hand and a bright smile on his face. “I didn’t know you had a poodle!”
“I-Uh, yeah?” Yuuri blushed to the tips of his ears as he slightly hid his face behind Vicchan. Viktor jogged over then grinned at Phichit before turning his attention to Yuuri. “He’s cute, what’s his name?”
“Oh. Uh Vicchan!” Yuuri continued to blush in different colors before setting the small poodle on the ground.
Viktor smiled and went to say something before Chris shouted from the field. “Hey Vik throw the frisbee!” He pouted slightly before winking at Yuuri and jogging back across the field. “You’re no fun Chris!”
“Yuuri?” Phichit continued to stare at Viktor as he ran, his pink Vineyard Vines shirt drawing attention to himself.
“Yeah?” Yuuri turned his head to look at Phichit while petting Vicchan who had his head tilted to the side.
“Why did Viktor Nikiforov come talk to you? Why didn’t you tell me?!” Phichit let out a series of incoherent screeching noises while Yuuri blushed and attempted to get his new roommate to stop.
I feel like Oso would be that one super chill teacher that everyone loves and even he would fuck with the kids. Never any tests in his class. Almost no homework ever. He teaches the lessons but usually gets bored half way through and just tells his class everyone gets a participation grade. Even if you don’t show up on time he’ll be very understanding. Very laid back
Ichi would be that one whiny teacher that would complain to the kids that he shouldn’t be there, he should be in an alley feeding stray cats. Not to much homework, to much energy to grade it all. He actually likes the quiet introverts and the emo kids because they are most of the time quiet and aren’t disrespectful do their not much to deal with. Not many kids enjoy his class, he teaches the lessons just not very well…Grumpy most days unless you bring him cat treats then you’ll be the teachers pet (ha)
Kara would be that teacher that thinks he’s hip but he’s straight up cringey af, kids will constantly make fun of him behind his back. If someone pissed him off the period before you, your class can expect homework. Most kids love him despite his cringeyness. Kids will still visit his class years later to just say Hi to him. Relaxed until you push him off the deep end then it’s the principals office for you.
Not much to say about Jyushi just that one gym coach that the athletes love, but Jyushi would treat everyone the same and he is there just to have fun. He let anyone do what they want and he hopped in all the activities the kids were playing each period. Usually gets over excited and beats the kids at everything. Obviously no homework lmao. He gets confused with the grading process so most of the time the others will help enter participation grades for him. Happy everyday no matter what and loves all his kids
Oh god Choro… He would be that one super fucking uptight teacher that literally even the smartest kids hate. He would be a very good teacher but kids would find his lessons boring and tend to fall asleep. Shit load of homework everyday, test every Friday, Vocab Quiz every Monday. Kids would squirt hand sanitizer in his coffee when his back is turned. Or even try to shoot pencil lead in his mug from across the room. Put thumbtacks in his chair, write things about him on the chalkboard like “Mr. Matsuno still lives in his moms basement and faps to Miss Hashimoto in the class closet!” fills his car with bees, make small noises in class that would piss him off but he didn’t know who was doing them, boy if you get caught… Expect to fail his class and principals office you go. He hates 95% of his kids, and is very happy when he gets to school but wants to die when he’s about to leave just from all the shit the kids do to him.
Todomatsu would be the hip teacher most loved. He would communicate with kids and share his social media with his kids and talk with them. Doesn’t teach very well because he sits at his desk playing Candy Crush when he’s not talking to his kids about Snapchat drama. The reason why ‘most’ like him and not everyone is because he gives Test every Friday but forgets to teach the lessons to the kids. But he ends up realizing this a lot and offers a shit load of extra credit at the end of the semester. Chill most days (unless he doesn’t get his coffee)
Sleepy Shawn rolling out of bed to get the baby at 4am He’s shirtless, and his hairs a mess, but the baby isn’t crying anymore
The way he’d look at your newborn like she’s made of gold
He’d always be willing to change the diapers Because thats the one thing he actually can do Since you’re almost always on feeding duty
“She rolled over, SHE ROLLED OVER! Babe, did you see that?” “Do it again sweetie, I want to record it, can you do it again?”
Shawn smiling proudly anytime someone calls your baby cute Almost like he’s thinking, yeah, I made that
“She said ‘Dada!’” “Shawn, she didn’t say anything.” “But she wants to, I know she does.”
He’d sing your kids to sleep And it was always the fastest way of getting them down When he was traveling for work, you’d put him on speakerphone So he could sing to the kids at night from wherever he was
He would throw your children in the air and catch them Almost giving you a heart attack every time But they’d be laughing so hard
Saturday mornings were for cartoons And you don’t know who looked forward to it more Shawn or the kids
Every time Shawn returned home from a work trip He always brought toys, always Despite you telling him that they already had too many
Shawn taking your daughter out on “dates” when she’s like 7 So that she would know how she deserved to be treated by a man
“So uh, babe, you know how you told us not to get a puppy?” “Yeah…” “Well, the shelter had so many cute ones.” “Mhmm?” “So we didn’t get a puppy, we got two. One for each kid.”
Anytime your kids were brought up in an interview Shawn always had a new story to tell about them
“She can sleep in our bed, just for tonight, please babe?”
Shawn helping your kids with homework “Um, I think we should ask your mom about that one.”
He’d always be in the backyard with your kids Showing them the best way to catch insects
Your kids always like it better when Shawn pushes the cart or stroller “Vroom!” Crash! “Oops”
He’d build forts with your kids in the living room And you’d come home to see Shawn’s legs sticking out the back Because he’s too big to fit inside But he’s in there anyway
Shawn coaching your kid’s hockey team
And taking off of work early to watch them in the school play
He’d make sure your little men knew how to treat girls “Buddy, you gotta hold the door open.”
He’d write so many songs about your kids Most of them would never get released But you’d play it for them when they got older
“I’ll buy you ice cream if you stop screaming.” “Shawn, that is not how you’re supposed to parent.” “But it worked.”
Shawn would always be telling your kids he loves them In the most random moments too Your son runs inside while playing hide and seek with his brother And Shawn’s like “Hey son, I love you.” “I know dad. Help me hide.”
You never thought you’d see Shawn as passionate about anything The way he was passionate about music But then he became a dad.
A/N: This is full of fluff. I couldn’t include one particular prompt but I hope that’s okay and I also hope you like it!
Schools and Colleges knew nothing but to load kids with homework. You trudged to your room, cradling an extremely heavy bag of extremely expensive textbooks.
You unlocked the door and opened it to find a half naked (only his upper body was visible, while his lower half was wrapped in a blanket) Peter Parker, slumbering on your bed. You almost screamed but upon noticing the sleeping teen, smiled instead.
You set the backpack on your study table and tiptoed over to the young man, who also happened to be your boyfriend.
He was snoring softly, his hair a mess above him. He looks so adorable, you thought, biting your lip and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
Peter shifted in his sleep because of this, and slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before smiling at you.
“Why do you only have to kiss me when I’m sleeping?” he said, his voice husky from the sleep.
“Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?” you retorted, smirking at him.
That got him to sit upright. “I am wearing shorts, Miss,” he mumbled, still not opening his eyes fully. “Would you like them to be off though?” he added, side-eyeing you.
“Get over yourself, Parker,” you scoffed, your cheeks reddening.
He smiled at you sleepily, before pulling you onto the bed and laying his head down in your lap.
He yawned again, before continuing, “ I was exhausted from yesterday’s fight already and then there was this burning building I had to save. Your house was the nearest so I just climbed in through the window and jumped onto your bed.”
“I’ve told you not to jump on the bed,” you chided playfully. He let out a puff of air.
“Are you hurt, Peter? And did you eat anything?” you asked after a moment, running your hands through his hair which was sticking out in all directions.
“You’re so cute when you’re worried,” Peter whispered, blinking at you sleepily. “But no, babe, I’m just..*yawn* exhausted and I did eat.”
He was starting to doze off again as you started massaging his back, rubbing circles down his spine.
He was so lean, yet so firm. You always admired the superhero, who managed to excel both at academics and saving the world. He was so cute and caring too and you loved him with all your heart.
“Mmm. This feels good,” Peter mumbled in his sleep.
And just like that, the almost-avenger fell asleep in your lap, snoring away. You knew you weren’t going to be able to get up without waking him up. So you stayed there, for as long as it took.
It was the least you could do for your boyfriend, who, at such a tender age, had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Note: Read this so you can understand what’s going on a little better lol. So this is not v7. This takes place in between Vegas and Tease, so just keep that in the back of your mind while you read. This is the story of how Y/N got on birth control. Also, credit to @adothoe for a couple lines of dialogue she helped me with.
Word Count: 3066
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: smut, lazy sex, pharmacy, little bit of jealousy, cursing
Daveed sighed as he laid on his back in bed next to your sleeping form, restless because he’d been wide awake for almost an hour now. It was one of those nights where his brain was on overdrive. His mind wandered from replaying the lyrics to the new clipping. song he was working on to images of the small baby animals he saw while doing a voiceover for a Disney documentary.
Letting his eyes fall shut, he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you up against his chest. He buried his face into your neck, trying his hardest to clear his mind as best he could.
You stirred in his embrace, awakening groggily and slowly due to the new feeling of Daveed’s warm breath on your neck.
“D?” you murmured tiredly, shifting closer to the warmth his body created.
“Mm,” He hummed against you, his voice rough from not using it for a few hours. He was tired, yes, but the way his train of thought couldn’t come to a stop kept him wide awake, awake enough to respond with no sleep evident in his tone at all.
Can we talk about the fact that, C-Class heroes have to keep up a quota of heroic acts in order to stay on the list, and most end up getting discouraged and quitting the hero gig altogether, but Mumen has been on the C list at least long enough to steadily work his way to the very top spot of C-Class and even be offered to move up to the next level.
Can we talk about the fact that, although some C-Class heroes do have powers, Mumen has no powers whatsoever. He’s just a guy with a bicycle who goes out every single day and does his best to make a difference, however small it is.
There are so many heroes who much stronger than Mumen, who don’t put in a fraction of the time and effort that he does, who don’t always bother to show up when they’re needed.
Can we talk about the fact that Mumen probably takes a lot of jobs that nobody else even wants? Little tiny tasks that barely get him any of the heroic ‘glory’ that other heroes want, if any recognition at all? He’s the hero who helps little old ladies cross the street, and gets cats out of trees for little girls. He’s the hero who helps a little kid with their homework, or stop to tie their shoes for them. He’s the hero who helps a woman look for her lost husband, even though she’s asked for the 5th time this month - it’s Mrs. Lee and her husband passed away eight years ago, but Mumen goes inside and makes her a cup of tea and lets her get out the photo album until she’s smiling and forgotten why she called him inside and asks if she made his tea the way he likes it - it’s perfect, thank you.
Can we talk about the fact that Mumen probably does several of these little heroic deeds a day, probably far more than he gets compensated for, but he’s always ready to drop what he’s doing at a moment’s notice when someone needs his help.
Can we talk about the fact that even when the threat is hopelessly out of his league, Mumen doesn’t hesitate to put himself in harm’s way to keep others safe - even if they are only safer for one more second. Even when he’s terrified.
Can we talk about how brave and selfless Mumen Rider is, despite the fact that he has no powers, little reward to match his efforts, and no obligation. He’s the hero we need and don’t deserve and also I am crying.
quick question: do you think Blitzen’s Best would get trick-or-treaters? do you think that Blitz stocks up on candy and hand-makes costumes for him and Hearth to wear while they give it out?? do you think that all the parents smile at the cute couple in matching costumes???
Do you think the animorphs could have win the war if Eva had not been taken by the Yeerks?
Eva’s right about Marco: he’s a sweet kid, even to the point of delicacy, and he has no understanding of the vileness of the world. He’s never tasted death, never watched one parent disappear while the other decayed. The world has not yet made him hard, has not honed the sharp edges of his mind into razors and armored spikes.
This time around, when they’re all standing around arguing in Cassie’s barn, Marco becomes first the one to agree with Tobias. “Think about it, man,” Marco says, grinning at Jake. “Turning into animals? Saving the planet? It’s like something out of a comic book.”
“Our parents would kill us if they knew,” Jake says slowly.
“That’s why they’re never gonna know,” Marco says, laughing. “How about it, huh? We rescue Tom, we kick butts, and depending on how that goes we’ll talk more later.”
After the mission goes more wrong than they ever could have imagined, after they learn what hell looks like and lose a fight against the being who rules that hell, Marco misses nearly a week of school. His parents are worried, of course, but neither of them can get a straight answer out of him. Marco keeps his trap shut, because he knows this much: if Tom could be a controller, then anyone could be.
Still, Marco loves his friends, and he can’t let them face danger alone. He helps them infiltrate Chapman’s house, and the construction site afterward. He goes with them to take down the yeerks’ supply ship, grumbling the whole time about how they’re all gonna die. He rescues Ax, and does his best to stifle the nightmares that follow their encounter with the sharks. Each time he gets home, he’s met at the door of his house by Eva, who is growing steadily more concerned and doesn’t know what to think of his increasingly-flimsy lies.
He says to Jake, “This is going to be my last mission,” and this time he means it. They barely make it out of that mission alive, and even then only because of the grace of Visser One (whose human host is a young engineer named Allison Kim) and her ongoing conflict with Visser Three.
Marco quits; Jake doesn’t try to stop him. Marco agrees to stop morphing entirely, and so he walks home—and straight into an intervention.
Eva and Peter don’t know whether Marco has joined a gang, started taking drugs, fallen in with the wrong crowd, or what. All they know is that the withdrawn silences, the nightmares, and the free-falling GPA are all recent developments. They have questions, and they’re not letting him get away without answers. They tell him that they’re here for him, but also that they are going to leave town to go spend some time in Eva’s sister’s cabin in the woods for the next five days, and he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.
“Actually,” Marco says, “five days in the middle of nowhere sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all year.”
Even this kinder, gentler version of Marco is still Marco: he watches both his parents carefully for the next seventy-two hours, and can hardly believe the relief he feels when they go that entire time without leaving their tiny corner of nowheresville long enough to access a yeerk pool.
When those seventy-two hours are up, Marco sends a mental apology to Jake (who, although Marco doesn’t know it, is starving out a yeerk of his own at that very time) and then starts answering his parents’ questions. He tells them where he’s been going lately. Why he and Jake have missed so much school in the past two months. What the nightmares are about.
Eva and Peter think he’s crazy at first, because they’re God-fearing suburban Americans who have never once considered the possibility of aliens outside of sci-fi. They start to listen a lot more closely, however, once he morphs a wolf in front of their eyes and then changes back.
When the entire family gets home and Marco discovers that his best friend spent three days as a controller in his absence, he immediately rejoins the team. Peter disapproves sharply of Marco continuing to fight. Eva asks Peter, tears in her eyes, what choice they have in the matter. It’s not like the human authorities are doing anything to combat the yeerks. It’s not like they can fight back themselves. And so they get in the habit of sending Marco out the door (or a window) any time Jake or Cassie calls, always begging him to let them know he’s safe the instant he can.
Funny enough, though, they do find ways to fight back.
Eva listens to their description of the Veleek in careful detail, then she loads Jake and Cassie and Marco into the back seat of her sedan and instructs them to take turns morphing. For nearly six hours she barrels up and down Highway 1 at speeds which leave Marco shrieking in terror at the turns, playing keep-away with the tornado monster until at last Visser Three calls it home in exasperation.
Peter simply hands over his laptop to Ax and asks for help in “fixing” his code for the long-distance communications array. Ax does one better and helps him design a program which gets them a permanent connection between the andalite home world and Marco’s own living room. He stops by to call his parents twice a week, and once a month gives carefully-edited reports on the resistance to the andalite high command.
At first, Eva nudges Ax into staying for dinner after his twice-weekly calls home, on the grounds that she’s never in her life seen someone eat her cooking with that much enthusiasm. However, it’s not long before she convinces him to bring Tobias by as often as he can. It does them a lot of good, even though neither one of them will admit it outright, to have a safe place to get inside when they need it.
Eva doesn’t love it, but she starts doing a lot of the kids’ homework as well. She always does her best to quiz them on Algebra concepts or history dates when there’s time, but she also understands that sometimes the war has to take priority.
Peter installs an air mattress on Marco’s floor on a semi-permanent basis, and gets in the habit of lying to Jean. Because Jake’s just a kid, at the end of the day, and there are a lot of times at the end of the day when he’s too wrecked or exhausted from yet another mission gone bad to face the thought of lying to his family.
Eva dislikes David right from the moment Marco first brings him home, but she keeps that opinion to herself. She sits patiently through the entitled little brat asking her where she’s from (implying, of course, that “San Diego” cannot possibly be the full truth) but also tells him that if he even thinks of borrowing their phone without permission she will make him regret it for the rest of his life. With effort she ignores his repeated attempts to undermine her authority (she’s not his real mom, as he feels the need to remind her constantly) but when she catches him stealing money from Peter’s wallet, she snaps and grounds him on the spot.
David immediately morphs into a lion, unsheathing hooked claws as a growl builds inside his throat. It takes a force of will Eva didn’t even know she had, but she stares him down without flinching. Cold sweat is running down her back, but there’s not even a trace of a tremor in her words when she orders him to demorph now, young man, in her best Mom Voice.
Miraculously, he listens. He sulks about it all afternoon, whining to Peter and to Marco (neither of whom is remotely sympathetic), but the fact is that he can’t bring himself to kill a human. Not yet, anyway.
When David disappears two days later, Eva asks Marco only once what happened. He tells her in two or three halting sentences, and afterwards she hugs him until he finally stops shaking. She explains what happened to Peter, and neither one of them ever brings it up again.
Marco’s house becomes the natural convergence point for all their meetings. It’s only three doors down from Jake’s house, a five-block walk from Rachel’s, and close enough to Cassie’s usual bus route that she has little trouble getting there. They don’t really converge there for the location, though. They come for Peter’s willingness to cobble together a fake Bug fighter distress signal on the fly, for Eva’s no-nonsense questions about whether they’re sure it’s a good idea to attack Joe Bob Fenestre’s house before they know what they’re getting into. They come for the cinnamon cookies that Ax eats by the trayful and the links to forum discussions about the latest yeerk activity.
It might be a cliche, but the truth is this: at Marco’s house they are safe. And in that small bubble of safety, they have freedom. The freedom to talk openly about new morphs without fear of being overheard. The freedom to come and go through the sunroom skylight that Eva leaves open at all times. The freedom to be vulnerable and scared and not sure where they’re going with this war. The freedom to be kids, and to ask an adult for help.
Eva talks to Rachel for nearly three hours about her own parents’ divorce, and what it was like to realize she’d probably never see her dad again. Peter keeps a stock of paperback novels in the living room, never minding when Tobias tends to return them with talon marks in their spines. Eva teaches Ax how to cook cinnamon cookies and churros, chicken fajitas and western omelettes. Peter becomes ever more convincing when assuring Walter and Michelle on the phone that Cassie is simply a delight to have around as she and Marco help each other with homework.
Marco kills Visser One, and Allison Kim along with her, one sunny afternoon in May. Visser Three witnesses the whole thing, not lifting a finger to intervene. The kids have gotten in the habit of telling Peter and especially Eva absolutely everything, but this is the one thing Marco can never bring himself to tell.
The war ends eventually. Maybe it’s not better, or worse, than it would have been if Visser One had chosen a different host. They take longer to figure out how to defeat Visser Three without Eva’s insight to the way yeerk leadership works, but they get there in the end. Tom dies. Rachel dies. James and Kelly and several thousand humans and hork-bajir and taxxons die. Seventeen thousand yeerks meet a terrible icy death in the vacuum of space; Eva finds out about it later and can’t bring herself to disapprove.
One week after Rachel’s funeral, Eva is watching Marco’s latest NBC segment when she hears a knock on the door. Muting the TV, she goes to answer it and finds Jake on her doorstep once again. This time he’s got a backpack over one shoulder and a worn duffle bag with the name of a basketball team that rejected him tucked under the opposite arm.
“Hi,” he says softly, voice hoarse as if from tears. “Things with my parents are kind of a mess right now, and I was just wondering…”
Eva pulls the door open all the way. “Of course, honey. Stay as long as you’d like.”
so because @bechnaesun practically coerced me into exchanging future evak headcanons with her, we present to you everything we screamed about for over two hours.
even and isak get married. and their life goes a little like this:
isak and even adopt twins because they would feel like they should adopt siblings so they never, ever felt alone, even when they inevitably start feeling like maybe if they’re not related by blood they’re not the same, but they’d have each other, always.
isak would read so many parenting guides!! and google searches!! one times he just goes on a three hour wild ride of reading parenting blogs online, and afterwards, when even comes to bed, isak is sniffly and whispers, “what if we fuck up their lives forever? what if they end up hating us, and never calling–”
and even just presses a kiss to the top of isak’s head and says, “they would never, because they’d have you as a parent, and your love is one of the most powerful things in the world.”
isak isn’t totally calm after that, but it helps, a bit, but he also thinks that even may be a little biased. a tiny impressionable toddler is a lot different from your husband, because even’s already seen him at his worst, and has promised to stick with him through the good times and the bad. and besides, he never saw even in his angsty teenage phase, and just think about it they’re going to have to put up with all of that! how are we going to deal with puberty! what if they start dating!
even: then we just tell them about how we fell in love.
isak: baby, you asked me to smoke weed with you
even: it’s okay i figure we have at least a couple of years to develop a clean version of that story
so the point is, even with all of even’s attempts to placate isak’s worries, he still insists even follows the parenting guides to a tee, just in case they really fuck up at one point
even agrees, but mostly because if they do fuck up, then he’d have something to blame it on