#twinsverse

Being married to a superhero means spending a fair amount of time without them. Lena knew this going in, of course, and while she misses Kara when she’s not around, she can handle being alone. Hell, she’s a CEO with a demanding work schedule of her own, so she’s normally about as busy as Kara is anyway.

But right now, she’s pregnant with twins, which means she’s very hormonal and emotional, and she just misses her wife.

“Any idea when you’ll have finished up?” she asks Kara over the phone.

“Hopefully soon,” Kara promises. She’s helping out with a situation at the DEO’s desert base right now, and while it’s mostly dealt with, now they need to do the clean-up. “I think I’ll probably be done in an hour, tops.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?” Lena pleads. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Kara replies, her tone sincere but also a little bit amused. “Are the hormones getting to you?”

“Definitely,” Lena replies. “I just started crying over a commercial.”

Kara laughs. “I’ll be as fast as possible, okay? See you soon.”

“See you soon,” Lena echoes, and even after Kara hangs up, she clings to the phone, holding it close.

we’re more than a second generation – we are the future

TOP: Matteo Kalitsi, Hertha BSC / Sebastian Höwedes-Hummels, FC Bayern München MIDDLE: Niklas Veitl, Eintracht Frankfurt / Fabian Müller, FC Bayern München BOTTOM: Felix Höwedes-Hummels, Schalke 04 / Alexander Meier, Eintracht Frankfurt

Mats and Bene are living their lives; Bene is getting ready to go to school- a change he didn’t see coming once he turned thirty and Mats is currently working away in a gruelling preseason in heat that nobody should be outside in. All in all, their lives are perfectly normal despite the new surroundings, they’re moving on but they’re better than ever.

ficlet for @the-bark-is-worse | @sans-regrets | @kennyfuckingackerman

“Marie do we need to move your seat again?”

Eight year old Marie Ackerman looked up at her teacher, then to the student her desk abutted in the two by two rows of the classroom. 

“No…” she said quietly, scooting back over to her own personal space.

Not six seconds after the class resumed did she lean over again. 

“I really like your erasers. Can I see one? I like the cat. I like cats. Pink ones too.”

The girl next to her looked over and scowled, scooping up her brightly colored animal erasers and fitting them back into the plastic netted bag they came in, stuffing it onto her lap, away from the prying eyes of the blonde. 

“Did you want to play with me at recess? I think we can bring the jump ropes out today.”

“Marie stop,” the girl hissed, using her elbow to push her away, “you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“I’m just asking—“

“No—stop—and your hair stinks, move over.”

“MARIE.”

Frozen in her seat, Marie looked up this time only with her eyes.

“Here,” demanded her instructor, tapping the empty desk next to Levi, “up here next to your brother, where I can see you.”

The class exploded into a buzz of tiny whispers, most of them having wondered which one of the Ackertwins would be the first to get in trouble today. Marie had won by a landslide, as Levi had sat so far the entire morning, alone and undisturbed. 

She sat obediently, pushing her hair from her face and lowering her chin to the arms she crossed atop the desk, a signal of defeat. She couldn’t help it. Her mouth wanted to talk; she didn’t know how to make the words stop.

“Another sound from you and your father gets a phone call.”

Marie opened her mouth to protest that Kenny was her uncle, not her father, but for once, thought better of it, and settled back down, not bothering to open up the social studies book they were all learning from. It’s not like she could read it anyway. 

For about twelve minutes she listened to the class unscolded, bobbing her head back and forth slowly until finally she couldn’t handle it anymore and lifted herself up, leaning over towards Levi. 

“Levi what did you bring for a snack today?”

Her brother was faster than their teacher and, annoyed that he was trying to listen, turned and gripped his sister by her shoulders, shoving her off her chair and onto the floor where her little legs went up over her head as she backwards summersaulted into the art table, her hair catching on the screws that held the legs in place and she exploded into wailing sobs.

Levi returned to his textbook with a frown, his cheek resting in his open palm.

Their teacher grit her teeth. 

@the-incredible-mrs-dawk

(because this wouldn’t fit in the ask lmao)

Blowouts were not uncommon in the Ackerman household. With two explosive personalities and the world’s best brooder, tense situations got out of control rather quickly.

At thirteen, just wrapping up her last year of middle school, Marie had become bold, far too bold for a young lady, and though the rule was simple: housework before TV, neither of the twins were a fan of this, testing their uncle at each turn. Today Kenny had had enough, and promptly smashing the appliance with the crowbar he kept by the back door, giving them no choice but to obey him.

While Marie usually exploded into tears, this display of spite had angered her, and after Levi had screamed his obscenities at their guardian, she shoved her small hands against his chest in a display of preteen petulance.

“Who the fuck died and made you our dad?!“ 

Had someone (besides the twins, of course,) told Kenny that smashing in their only television (one he had barely been able to afford in their first place,) with a crowbar was the definition of ‘going a bit too far,’ he in this very moment, would very likely take said crowbar and drive it into their face. Then perhaps he would consider if doing so was going a bit too far.

He was always one to keep his cool, and while a scowl seemed to be one of two semi-permanent fixtures on his features (a smirk being the other,) it was rare the man ever found himself to actually be worked up and fuming. 

No one had ever warned him of the troubles of teens. And despite these two hardly past six months of their first teenage year, he already felt as though it could not get any worse. No, they were not bad kids, and no, he certainly did not ever regret taking them under his wing, but as a single parent of two thirteen year olds, being worked up and fuming seemed to be more common place for the man; especially because of their mouths. 

He had no time for their whining, mocking the crying girl with a ‘wah wah wah’ the moment the waterworks started and telling her he didn’t want to hear it. 

He was ready to walk away, let her cry her eyes out while her brother fumed, and threaten to be sent to bed without dinner should they not get their asses moving and get to work. 

But she pushed him, opened her mouth, and in that moment, he was sure he saw red. 

It wasn’t the shove that angered him. That he could certainly get over, as her efforts hardly even forced him to move from his stance. 

It was what she said, dripping with teenage snark and defiance, and most importantly, ignorance of a subject she knew nothing of.

So my hc for Teddy is that he’s attracted to violence – the more uninhibited, the more it appeals to him. But Eggsy is attracted to power – controlled power, exerted with reason. It doesn’t need to be the best of reasons (cough Harry beating up a bunch of thugs coz he felt like it) but there has to be some form of reason, unlike Dean’s unreasonable anger.

Teddy likes unrestrained, unleashed power.

Eggsy likes channeled, controlled power.

Teddy really doesn’t put up with Dean’s shit very well, keeps getting into fights but is terribly outnumbered, etc. Eggsy has been worried about Teddy for a long time, because what people don’t realise is that Teddy is a lot more dangerous than he seems. His moral compass is skewed in a different way, and he isn’t afraid of the same things other people are.

Violence doesn’t faze him. killing doesn’t faze him.

For Eggsy, violence without reason is something he deeply hates, and killing is only fine for people who are against his moral code or in the way of a greater objective (eg. Chester King, Gazelle, Valentine, other people who got headsploded).

Teddy wouldn’t hurt someone he cares about (eg. Eggsy, Ron, Reg, Michelle). But other people… he doesn’t care much. 

I think Eggsy wants his violence to be rationalised because he doesn’t want to become what he hates/fears – and also because someone needs to be able to keep a logical head between himself and his twin, because otherwise Teddy would’ve gotten himself killed a loooong time ago, probably, or locked up.

Eggsy is probably relieved when he finds out Teddy ran into the Kray twins, and that Teddy was very taken with them, because he knows it’s just a matter of time before something big happens and Teddy gets caught up in it and/or Teddy gets sent to prison or something.

And since Teddy can’t change who he is, especially not with their current home life, it’s for the best if he can at least find people who can help him, maybe protect him, and let him be free (or at least more free than he currently is).

If Teddy gets sent to prison Eggsy would just call the number on the medal, so I suppose he is successful in keeping Teddy out of too much trouble until Teddy runs off with the Krays.

OKAY NOW WE CAN MOVE ON TO THE (rough ideas about) THE STORYLINE.

“Okay, kiddos, time for a bedtime story,” Kara says, sitting down with Kieran and Astra. “What do you two want? Goodnight Moon? Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes?”

“Can you tell us the story of how you and Mom met?” Astra asks, pulling her blanket around her shoulders like a cape.

“Yeah!” Kieran agrees enthusiastically. “You saved her life, right, Ieiu?”

“I did,” Kara agrees. “We should get your mom in here to tell the story right.”

“MOOOOOOOM!” Kieran immediately bellows at the top of his lungs. “COME HEEEERE!”

Kara laughs. “I wasn’t exactly thinking of calling her like that, but I guess it works.”

“Something wrong?” Lena asks, stepping into the bedroom. “I thought it was time for a bedtime story.”

“That’s the plan, but the kids want the story of how we met,” Kara replies. “I figured we should tell it together.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lena says, smiling as she sits down at the end of Kieran’s bed. “Get into bed, both of you, and we’ll tell you the whole story.”

“Was it love at first sight?” Astra asks, bounding into her bed.

“Well, I definitely thought your mother was beautiful,” Lena says, as Kieran gets into his own bed and waits eagerly for the story. “What about you, Kara, was it love at first sight?”

“I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight,” Kara replies. “But from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be important to me.”

Lena smiles, and both of the children go, “Awwwww!”

“But tell us the details,” Kieran says, bouncing up and down. “What were the details, Ieiu?”

Kara loves Kieran and Astra. She does, really.

But they’re exhausting.

“Are they asleep?” Lena whispers, after over an hour of work at putting the twins down.

“They’re asleep,” Kara confirms. “If you wake them up, I will scream.”

Lena laughs a little, almost breathlessly. “I’ll stay quiet, then.”

Kara looks down at the twins. They’re curled together in sleep, almost snuggling. They’re absolutely adorable, and they’re definitely much nicer to look at when they’re not screaming.

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep,” Lena says, leaning against Kara’s side.

“They are,” Kara agrees. “And so much quieter.”

Lena laughs again. “Do you want to relax and watch a movie or something? Make the most of this time?”

Kara smiles a little. “Well, if you really want to make the most of it...”

Lena’s eyes sparkle. “Should we move to the bedroom, then?”

Kara leans over and kisses Lena on the cheek, then smirks. “Race you there.”