#my dad is putting so much stress onto me to 'make up' with my sister

[dear-ao3]

so. as you may know it’s christmas eve. as you probably don’t know i am eastern european. and probably the only real tradition anyone holds onto is christmas eve. normally my great aunt does all the food and very begrudgingly sometimes lets everyone help make like. one thing.

well.

this year. the year of our lord two thousand and twenty four. she decided she was done cooking and it was up to everyone else.

so i got a phone call from my mom a few weeks ago being like hey so. you’re making the cake. got it? good.

the cake in question is a walnut cake. i was entrusted with my great aunts recipe about seven years ago. i’ve made it twice. the first time i fucked up the frosting quantity. the second time i fucked up the eggs. both times were passable at best and notably! my great aunt did not taste either of them.

and i have to make this cake. on christmas eve. it is dessert. for everyone. my extended family will all be eating the cake. the walnut cake. on christmas eve. even my great aunt.

so yesterday, december 23 if you are counting, i went on the annual Last Minute Christmas Food Shopping Trip with my father, watched him climb into the case to get his half and half like he does every year, and stressed about my cake as i made sure i had all of the ingredients.

then. we went to my great aunts house. where i was met with Trial Number 1: The Cognac

this cake has cognac in the frosting. not a big deal really. except for the fact that my mom hates that there is cognac in the frosting. (my mom is hell bent on making christmas eve dinner vaguely healthier. no one else agrees.) and i was to be making the cake in my moms house.

also important to note: we (as in my parents) do not own cognac. mostly because none of us drink.

so my great aunt is like oh i have to give you the cognac. cause she knows. i am baking the cake. the walnut cake. (my dad told her. he is a traitor). and i say okay. sure. this won’t be a problem at all.

so she gives me. a shot of cognac. and when i say a shot. i mean an Entirely Full Shot Glass of Three Hundred Dollar Cognac. in a jar. for the cake. the walnut cake. that i have to make.

upon bringing the cognac home my mom says no we’re not putting that in. the cognac sits on the counter in its jar. no one touches it.

then i was met with Trial Number 2: The Frosting.

this recipe requires a pound of chopped walnuts. first. i couldn’t even find the walnuts. my sister and i searched high and low and in every cabinet we could find but no nuts. i called my mom. and said mom where are the walnuts? and she said. “they’re in the nut bag behind the basement door.”

oh of course. how could i have missed the nut bag? a holiday bag full of bags of nuts that was half hidden by wrapping paper and also behind a door?

in any case. could i have used a food processor? absolutely. did i? no. half because i forgot and half because i didn’t want to accidentally grind the walnuts into a paste. so i enlisted the help of my younger sister to chop the walnuts By Hand while i embarked on the real devil: the frosting.

which remember. is supposed to have cognac.

so i cream my butter. i add my sugar. i’m careful not to over sugar. i taste it a million times. i add my coffee and my vanilla extract (instead of cognac. which is still sitting on the counter) and it was all going so well until. the butter rebelled.

now remember. one time when i made this. seven years ago. i made too little frosting. so i made more this time. and i thought i had all my conversions right but evidently i did not because suddenly there was too much liquid in my frosting and it split.

the frosting for the walnut cake that everyone was going to eat. on christmas eve. the very next day.

i felt like a contestant on great british bake-off getting smited by the tent.

so i did the logical thing and shoved the whole mess into the fridge hoping that it would sort itself out overnight.

then it was time to face Trial Number Three: The Cake Itself.

as i have said this cake is a walnut cake. the christmas eve walnut cake that has been at christmas eve longer than i have been alive. and it requires no less than ten egg whites. which i whipped and i added to my walnuts and shoved the whole thing into the oven in my two baking dishes.

only to discover no less than 40 minutes later that the batter in the pans was Not Even (despite my best efforts). so i cooked one longer than the other and hoped that i hadn’t monumentally fucked up the walnut cake. like i had the frosting. which was in the fridge. and i was ignoring.

which leads to Trial Number Four: The Egg Yolk Cake

see i had ten egg yolks. i didn’t know what to do with them. my mom said flush them. my dad said make a custard. i proposed making egg nog. my mom said she didn’t want it in the house cause it was too fattening (a blatantly incorrect statement. please, if you are reading this, go drink a glass of eggnog. or some other fun festive drink. food is for the soul.) so i produced a recipe for an egg yolk pound cake. i made it. i still don’t know if it came out good cause i haven’t tasted it. i hope it did. but that was not the point. the point is the walnut cake. the christmas eve walnut cake.

and the following morning i was met with Trial Number Five: The Frosting Part 2

first i threw my failed frosting back in the mixer and it immediately secreted a brackish combination of vanilla extract and coffee so i did the only thing i could. facetimed my dad and said “father there are problems abound.” and he gave me the fatherly advice of “make it again.”

and so i did.

with more correct measurements. still scared it would split at any second.

though it didn’t.

and i didn’t add the cognac.

maybe no one will be able to tell???

my mom said that if anyone asks the first batch of frosting failed and i had to toss it. this is technically true.

but i had frosting. i had two uneven cakes. and it was time for Trial Number Six: Decorating

decorating cakes is easily in my top ten least favorite activities. decorating the christmas eve walnut cake is easily in my top three least favorite activities. because i am terrible at decorating cakes. and also because it has a filling.

the filling is jam. and i once again made the wrong choice because i put the jam on first before the frosting. which to be fair is what the directions say. but as everyone knows, the directions in recipes you get from your eastern european great aunt are not the real directions. so now i had to smear butter cream. on top of jam. for the filling of the walnut cake. for christmas eve. that we would be eating in a few hours.

and we didn’t have a cake plate. we had a large dish.

i had to use my fingers. i had to use three spatulas. i got jam everywhere. but i did it. and as soon as i set the top cake on top of the filling i realized my monumental mistake: i was supposed to trim down the cakes.

so now they were uneven. and lopsided. and there was nothing i, a mere mortal tasked with the impossible task of making christmas eve walnut cake, could do about it.

so i continued to spread my frosting. which i had enough of. and tried and failed to not get jam everywhere.

in the end it was almost presentable. not great. slightly lopsided. and definitely not as nice as any of my great aunts cakes.

which left me with Trial Number 7: Chilling It

our fridge was being taken up by other important christmas eve things (though not as important as my cake. the walnut cake) so i had to put it in the car. which was fine because there is snow on the ground.

i covered my cake. the walnut cake. in tin foil and hoped i wouldn’t accidentally squish it. and then i went outside. i tried to steal my moms shoes to walk outside. she was not impressed.

“you know, saph,” she said. “some of the time you’re pretty great. the other half of the time you’re really weird.”

i could not agree more.

i put my cake on the trunk. prayed to the cake gods and went inside.

on the one hand if the cake is good, i will be stuck making walnut cake for christmas eve for the rest of my life. on the other hand, if it sucks i will never have to make another one.

Trial Number Eight: The Tasting still waits.

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent

[oreo-creampie]

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy fluff, light angst, reader is giving birth, kento is worried about being a dad and supportive husband, you easily reassure him, twin baby girls, praise, kento is in awe of you as he should be, you're amazing, you breast feed the baby and kento bottle feeds the other baby

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: I love your works! Could you write kento fluff, him stressing out about becoming a dad for the first time and reader is just really chill about it all!! Please and thank you🙏🙏

Oreo: I’m sick with my period at the same damn time eating chicken noodle soup, my hubby has been spoiling me so much. Brought me some Christmas themed flowers, the cutest wreath that has the house smelling like pine. Then there was running me a warm bath, making my soup this man is the best. Giving that nanami energy, cause you know he would take such good care of you. I haven’t had to lift a finger, and nanami wouldn’t let you lift one either.

Your painful contractions, rushing to the hospital, and the epidural to ensure a painless birth. Tightly squeezing his hand, pushing out the first baby girl. It’s a blur that doesn't slow down till he hears the first beautiful cry.

Letting go of your hand long enough to cut the umbilical cord. Grasping your hand between his own, kissing the back. “You’re doing wonderful love, she’s healthy and adorable.” Kissing your cheek, weakly you smile momentarily. Gritting your jaw focusing on pushing out your second baby girl. You're sweaty and beautiful.

The second baby girl is louder, her cries quieting her minutes older sister. This time the nurse brings her close to you, offering you the back the handle. Kento gently guides your hand helping you cut the cord.

"After we clean them both of you can hold one of your beautiful little joys. So chonky, healthy with a powerful set of lungs already.” The doctor gently cleans and checks you over.

One of the nurses brings his eldest baby to him. “Congratulations on such healthy wonderful baby girls.” Gently cradling his eldest babygirl in his hands, swaddled in a soft blanket. Kento supports her hand and head with one hand. She’s so small yet chunky at the same time. Swaddled in a yellow blanket.

Her beautiful chunky face scrunched up in confusion that melts away at the sight of his face. More tears trickle down his face at the soft adoring warm love in his baby girl’s eyes. Lifting her small hand, he leads down helping her touch his cheek.

Kento’s eyes widen tears trickling down his face, dripping onto the girl he names “ He’s a dad to two amazing baby girls who he wants to give the world to along side his beautiful wife.

What if he fails to be a good father?

Grinning Docter Annie announces, “Wonderful there is no hemorrhaging, you’re bleeding normally. We will keep you overnight for observation and discharge you in the morning. When you need to go to the restroom press the call button for a nurse. You will need to eat soon and get plenty of rest.”

Two nurses on either side carefully lift you for the doctor to put a diaper on you. Laying you back down, raising the upper half of the bed for you to comfortably sit up.

You're the nurse lift your baby girl out of the bath, drying her off. “Can I try to calm her down?” Kento looks up at you in pure awe. You have always been an amazing woman. He’s lucky for you to be the mother of his children.

What if he fails to be a supportive husband?

The nurse softly smiles, “You should be able to skin-to-skin and settle her, maybe help her latch.” Lying your baby on your chest. Cradling her, resting her head on your chest. Her loud cries softening to whines.

Admiring your little girl with tired eyes and a soft smile. It's a different type of beautiful to see you cradling the delicate adorable life in your hands. It's wonderful sight like the one of other baby girl in his hands.

Warm, healthy, and finally here after nine months. Here to thrive, grow, and develop interests. Kento wants to be there for them, with you by his side, every step of the way.

Her whines quiet down when you help her latch. Letting her get mouthfuls of milk. Softly breathing, “Of course, our lil Hana is hungry after all that hard work.” Kento didn't think he could fall more in love with you until this moment.

"She will need to latch and get skin with mom soon but for now getting fed by dad and doing some bonding is good too." A nurse hands Kento a bottle of formula. "We will get the overnight room and some food ready for the mom ready." Remembering the various videos and books he nudges Himari's lips with the bottle.

It takes a moment for her to latch, once she does, she's taking large mouthfuls. Failing her hand in her attempt to grab Kento's. A feat she takes moments to accomplish. Her small warm hand on the back of his, the sleepy loving looking in her eyes. "Hana and Himari are perfect, thank you my love for working so hard bringing them into this world."

The nurse and doctor trickle out of the room, taking some of the equipment with them. Leaving Kento and You along with your newborns.

"My love I know that look in your eyes and tension in your jaw. We got each other, and I couldn't have a better man by my side to raise our babies and grow old with. You're going to be everything these girls need in a father and more, trust me darling." The confidence in your beautiful face, soothing voice and tired eyes easing the weight on his shoulders.

He takes a deep breath, shoving his worries aside. Reaffirming your comforting words, "We have each other, there isn't anything we can't do to give these girls a wonderful life, don't worry about me love relax and rest." Standing up, carefully leaning down making sure not to disturb Himari drinking, kiss you gently. "I'm so grateful to get the privilege to be your husband and father to these adorable girls."

Oreo creampie’s m.list

[soulaires]

Double Trouble | A.W

PAIRINGS – dad!aaron warner x mom!reader

SYPNOSIS – meet the new addition to the warner family; angel and death.

ⓘ :: domestic fluff, warner is stressing bro, big sister dior!!, allusion to sex, chaotic duo, married life, pregnancy, used the word ‘mama’, suggestive themes!!!, this is VERY LONG,

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Now that I already finished this, I can actually post the divorce au, yeah it’s coming soon! (just need this to be up for days so you guys can get used to the twins before the divorce one) anyway, please comment and reblog!!! Means a lot to me ❤️‍🩹

You are very much sure as fuck that Aaron Warner is gonna get you pregnant once again after you made that promise

So, weeks later after you quickly realized that you are starting to get more grumpy, moody, missing your period, hating the random smells and just craving some unusual food, you ran to the bathroom as your husband and daughter is down in the kitchen making some pancakes

You found two pregnancy test in your drawer, the two untouched pregnancy test that you have bought years ago prior to your pregnancy with dior

When you saw two red lines indicating that you were pregnant, you were extremely happy.

instead being nervous or having a break down (just like you did in your pregnancy with dior) you were so excited to break the news your daughter and husband

you smile to yourself and looked at your belly, despite the bump not being visible you put your hands on top of it and smiles.

“Welcome to the family, baby warner. Mommy loves you already.”

you think to keep this a secret for awhile, intending the day for dior to spend the whole day for her achievements in her daycare

Not wanting her to feel jealous or feel being replaced

You know that she would be happy since she's been wishing for it but hey, better safe than sorry.

You carefully placed the tests back in the drawer and took a deep breath. The delicious smell of pancakes wafted up from the kitchen, where your husband, Aaron, and daughter, Dior, were busy cooking breakfast. You think that keeping this up yourself for a while would be fine, telling the news later on.

Making your way downstairs, you could hear Dior's giggles and Aaron. You paused at the doorway, taking in the sight of your husband and daughter laughing together as they flipped pancakes. Dior, with her golden curls bouncing, stood on top of your husband's feet, concentrating hard as she poured batter onto the hot griddle, while Aaron guided her little hands.

Your husband noticed you first, smiling softly, “good morning, my love.” hearing the word ‘love’ your daughter beamed and ran towards you.

“Mommy love!” she said as she hugged your legs looking at you with those adorable doe eyes, “momma uppie!”

Picking her up, "Good morning, my loves," you said, stepping into the kitchen giving your husband a kiss on the cheek while your daughter demanded your attention.

Aaron turned and flashed you a warm smile. "G’morning! You're just in time for the best pancakes in the world, courtesy of Chef Dior."

Dior beamed with pride. "Mommy, I made them just for you!"

You walked over and gave her a big hug, feeling an extra wave of emotion knowing she would soon be a big sister. "They smell amazing, sweetheart. Thank you."

You joined them at the table, and as they started serving the pancakes, you felt the weight of the secret you were carrying. You can't wait.

Later that day, the house was finally quiet. Aaron had just finished putting Dior to bed, her gentle breathing filling the nursery with a sense of peace that contrasted starkly with the earlier chaos. He lingered for a moment, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, before turning off the light and gently closing the door behind him.

Meanwhile, you were in the master bathroom, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

You knew you had to share this moment with Aaron and Dior sooner or later. The thought of seeing Aaron's reaction, of watching Dior's little face light up with the news of becoming a big sister, filled you with excitement. You quickly devised a plan to break the news to them in a way that would make the moment unforgettable.

Aaron was in the living room, reclining on the couch with a tired but contented look on his face. He smiled as you entered the room, patting the space next to him. "Hey, how’s our little troublemaker?" he asked, referring to Dior.

"Fast asleep, finally," you replied, sitting down and snuggling up to him. "She put up quite a fight, but you handled it like a pro."

He chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around you. "It's all worth it, you know? Even the crying and the sleepless nights. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart flutter with anticipation. "Aaron, I have something to show you," you said, your voice trembling slightly with excitement.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What is it?"

You stood up and hurried back to the bathroom, retrieving the two pregnancy tests. When you returned to the living room, you held them behind your back, trying to contain your excitement. "Close your eyes," you instructed.

Aaron chuckled but complied, closing his eyes with a playful smile. "Okay, eyes closed."

You carefully placed the pregnancy tests in his hands, watching his face intently as he opened his eyes and looked down. For a moment, there was silence. Then, his eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words.

"Are you serious?" he finally managed to say, looking up at you with a mixture of shock and elation.

You nodded, tears of joy welling up in your eyes. "Yes, Aaron. We're having another baby."

A wide grin spread across his face as he jumped up from the couch, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Oh my God, this is amazing! We're going to have another baby!" He kissed you passionately.

"We have to tell Dior tomorrow," you said, your voice filled with excitement.

It was tomorrow morning, time to tell dior. You can't help but be giddy about it and feel anxious. You guys went to her room with a knock on the door and kisses.

“Hey, princess,” Aaron said softly, sitting down on the edge of her bed with Dior in his lap. "Mommy and Daddy have something very special to tell you."

You sat down beside them, smiling at Dior as she woke up fully, curiosity replacing her sleepiness. "Dior, do you remember when you always talked about how wonderful it would be if you had a little brother or sister to play with?" you began gently.

Dior nodded, her eyes wide with interest. "Yes, Mommy."

"Well, guess what?" you continued, taking her tiny hands in yours. "Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy. You're going to be a big sister!"

Dior's eyes lit up with excitement and wonder. "Really? A baby?" she exclaimed, looking between you and Aaron.

Aaron nodded, beaming with pride. "That's right, sweetheart."

Dior's face broke into a huge smile as she clapped her hands together. "Yay! I’m going to be a big sister!" she squealed, throwing her arms around both of you in a tight hug.

You laughed, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks as you held your family close. "Yes, baby, you're going to be the best big sister ever," you said, kissing the top of her head.

Aaron and Dior took turns placing gentle hands on your belly, speaking softly to the new life growing inside you.

Dior would always look up at you with doe eyes . "Mommy, can I tell the baby I love them?" she asked.

Your heart melted at her words. "Of course, sweetheart," you said, leaning down so she could whisper to your belly.

"hi, baby," Dior whispered. "I love you."

You kissed her forehead, feeling a deep sense of peace and happiness. "Hi, Dior. We love you too.”

The rest of the morning was a blur of laughter and plans for the future. Dior couldn't stop talking about all the things she wanted to teach her new sibling, from how to ride a bike to her favorite bedtime stories. Aaron held you close, his hand resting protectively on your stomach, as if he could already feel the new life growing inside you.

Dior and Aaron would be so protective!!!

She would always look after you, giving you some check ups with her doctor toy kit while you and aaron go along with it (your husband is her assistant apparently)

she would scold her dad when she mess things up

obviously, your husband won’t let you do anything in the house just like before

they are both clingy and always pay attention to your needs

There was a get together to tell all of your friends and dior happily announced that she will be a big sister!!

juliette and nazeera were very happy for you and already planning for the gender reveal

delalieu then gave his best wishes for the new addition, giving hoth of you and your husband a hug. Then your daughter and james came running to snatch him to play

while kenji, fucking keni was obviously ecstatic and boasting that there will be a new baby that would have him as another favorite (oh little does he know)

Haider and kenji obviously teased you and warner for it cuz apparently the little shit “know how baby made” and they were amused lols

you guys went to Warner's mom tomb to tell her

and it was such a cute moment

When it was time for the gender reveal, sonya, kenji and nazeera had planned it out to all of you

The sun was shining brightly as everyone gathered in your backyard for the gender reveal party. A large black balloon, filled with either blue or pink confetti, floated in the center of the yard, waiting to be popped. Your husband stood beside you, holding your hand. “Alright, everyone! It’s time to find out if its a boy or a girl!” Aaron announced, his voice filled with excitement. You scanned the crowd, expecting to see dior’s eager face among them, but she was nowhere to be found. “Hey, where's Dior?” you asked, a hint of worry creeping into your voice.

“love she’s he—?!” your husband stopped as he frantically looked around, “Princess!?” he shouted. Haider, quickly stepped forward. “I’ll go get her, habibi, she’s probably inside.” he offered, heading inside the house.

“okay, thank you!” you smile softly

“wait let me come!” kenji shouted as he sprint inside. Moments later, the back door opened, and Kenji and haider appeared with Dior, who was holding another balloon, identical to the first one and you hear some gasp and ‘wooooo!’ ’omg omg’ from your friends You exchanged a puzzled glance with aaron. “What's going on?” you asked. “oh my gods” aaron chuckled lightly as he realized and gave you a kiss. Dior beamed up at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Mommy, Daddy, there are two babies inside you!” You gasped as the realization sank in. You felt a surge of emotion, tears welling up in your eyes. "Twins?" you whispered, barely able to contain your joy.

Dior nodded vigorously. With shaking hands, you and aaron took hold of the two balloons. Dior stood between you, her face glowing with happiness. “Ready?” aaron asked, looking at you and Dior. "Ready," you both replied in unison. "Three, two, one!" Aaron counted down. With a loud pop, blue confetti burst from both balloons, raining down over you. The yard erupted in cheers and applause as everyone celebrated the news. "We're having twin boys!" you exclaimed, pulling aaron and Dior into a tight embrace.

Now you know it's a twin, you are starting to worry because twin??? Really???

You have no idea how you are going to survive

but aaron always assures you, always there for you

your moods and craving have gotten more extremes than your last pregnancy

and you are more horny than the last

Aaron would tease you to the fact that it is a twin

“mhm, fucked you so hard that it turns out to be a twin, huh mama?” he would whisper in your ears to tease you.

you are easily irritated like you always have something to say in every move your husband does and dior is just giggling beside you

“why do you sit like that?” you asked, “what’s wrong with the way I sit, honey?” he replied, eyebrow raised.

“I don’t like that color, aaron.” you scowl at him. “aw, I’m sorry sweetheart. I will go change, m’kay?”

one time you asked for aaron for a divorce so you can listen to the sad songs and relate cuz you wanna cry

he did not like that.

You really can’t sleep well because everyone and everything just gives you the ick

If you aren’t sleeping well, neither is he.

When you’re tossing and turning, he’s right there with you, sharing in your restlessness. Even if all he can offer is silent moral support, he can't truly rest knowing you're uncomfortable and exhausted. At the very least, he can help you up to pee every other hour or massage and squeeze your hips together for some much-needed relief or get you a water and your food cravings at god knows what time

If you have a sudden craving in the middle of the night, he’s the type to jump out of bed and head to the nearest store, no matter how inconvenient, just to bring you exactly what you want.

you and dior are incredibly enthusiastic about setting up the nursery, from choosing the perfect crib to painting the walls a calming color. You spend weekends together, assembling furniture and imagining the twins' arrival.

Mostly dior designing things—her passion is interior design you know.

He and dior regularly talk to your belly, telling the twins about their day, making up silly stories, and expressing their excitement to meet them. It’s a nightly ritual that always makes you smile.

He joins you in your pregnancy yoga classes, not just to support you but also to learn how to help you with stretches and breathing exercises that will make you more comfortable.

Every week, he insists on taking a photo of your growing bump, creating a beautiful timeline of your pregnancy. He loves capturing the journey and looks forward to showing the photos to the twins one day.

He sets up special nights for you, complete with foot massages, warm baths with soothing scents, and your favorite comfort foods, ensuring you feel as relaxed and loved as possible.

He never misses a prenatal appointment, always holding your hand during ultrasounds and asking questions to make sure he’s as informed and involved as possible.

When it's time for the big day (labor)

Throughout labor, Aaron whispers encouraging words, reminding you of your strength and how proud he is of you.

He massages your back and hips, just as he did during pregnancy

Between contractions, you lock eyes with Aaron, both of you silently communicating your love and support for each other.

When it’s time to push, Aaron is right there, holding your hand, counting with you, and providing support.

The moment the twins are born, you both are overwhelmed with emotion. Tears of joy and relief stream down Aaron's face as he hears their first cries.

Dior (with delalieu) is brought into the room to meet her baby brothers. She’s cautious but fascinated, gently touching their tiny hands and just staring at their little features.

She’s so fascinated and curious to the point she’s asking lots of questions like

Did I look like this when I was a baby?

When will they be able to talk and play with me?

Can I hold them? How do I do it?

Daddy, do they understand me when I talk to them?

How did they get in your tummy, Mommy? (she was so close asking where they came from and how they got into your tummy)

growing up, they are a MENACE

they are basically kenji’s karma fr

Dior is 3 years older!

Whenever you ask them who they are they just play around and its not funny

“hi, sweet boy, what’s your name?” you asked one of the twins .

“azie!” answered azrael. But when you turn to saint, asking the same question he answered “aziiee!!”

“that’s not funny, saint” your husband mused

Despite their names, Saint and Azrael are the total opposite. Saint, ironically, is the mastermind, he is NO SAINT. always the trouble maker.

Azrael, despite being named after the angel of death, is a total saint.

Azrael nicknames are; azie, and az!

Saint nickname are; santi!

you often wondered if they got switched up fr

Azrael is a shark type of baby (he’s a dolphin #1 hater so don’t go to him saying they are better than sharks. Dior and Saint def use it against him)

“Dolphins are waaaay better and cute! Look at my dolphin!” Then dior shows her pink and purple dolphin plushies that she got from barbie.

“Noooo, dolphins are evil!!” he argued and then he yapped about that issue

while saint is the dinosaur type (he knows his dinosaurs like a nursery rhyme. he used them as an insult, he often gets in trouble cuz of it)

“you’re a kid—” kenji jabbed (yes, he is having beef with a child)

“and you look like Oryctodromeus!” saint fight back, earning laughs from you and your husband.

“Saint, what did you do?”

“But daddy I just told him he looks like balaur!”

both big f1 fan, one is a max verstappen stan and one is a lewis hamilton. Guess which is which lol

Don’t ever mention Abu Dhabi 2021. Civil war will start again fr

Kenji, is their favorite target. They love sneaking up on him, setting up elaborate traps, and watching him react.

If kenji kidnapped dior when she was a kid, the twins definitely kidnapped him for funsies

that parent and teachers meeting are HELL for the both of you

they are protective over dior !!

They are her #1 defender, protector, and fan

they are very clingy, had their “no daddy, she’s our mommy!” phase

They play princesses with their big sister !

they play Barbie with their make-up story line so much DRAMA

Does her hair actually

Whenever aaron kisses you they are blocked by them

If you and aaron have a little time together with dior (like in sweet dreams) then its worse with twins hovering over you and having your attention

He’s kinda getting antsy and pouty over that fact

“hey, she’s my wife before she’s your mother!”

“That’s my wife. Look! We are married!”

Your home has evolved into a maze of hidden pranks and booby traps. Aaron, often finds himself caught in it. (It was meant for him, anyways.)

Aaron and dior often blame the twins when they make a mistake (accidentally breaking your precious plants, the vase, one of your make up, eating your sweets and etc.)

When they were in elementary school and got into trouble and more trouble slipped that needed to be signed they hid it.

Saint had presented one slipped to sign and then he mastered yours and aaron’s signature to forge in the future.

but azrael on the other hand, never presented one and made a single new signature that could be either yours or his to present to the teacher.

But when they get into really bad trouble aaron will always ask you to wait for him so he can join the twins in one of your scolding sessions.

hubby 🤍

Hey, love, i just dropped off dior into her ballet class. How did the meeting go? I am on my way home.

you

Deep trouble. We are on the way home. Take care and drive safe, honey.

hubby 🤍

Thank you, love. Wait for me before you scold them, yeah? Love you.

you

Oh I don’t think so. They really did it this time. Love you too.

hubby 🤍

my love, my gorgeous wife, my sweet darling,

I know you are angry but please let me be there when you scold them, okay? You can scold us three together.

But don’t worry! They say sorry for making you a flower bouquet (courtesy of their big sis) and letters!

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Dior would drag the boys into one of her nature trip

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they had a tantrum for not being in you and your husband’s wedding

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Thanks for your response ala Ruby & Yang, great stuff!

Idle aside, but do you have any thoughts on Yang's role as the sort of black sheep of the family by dint of Raven associations?

Cos like, Tai overtly favors Ruby, projects Raven onto Yang, resents Raven being rough up and is bad enough about reminders of her Yang feels she has to apologize for his negative reactions. Let alone his... Everything else.

Then there's Qrow who doesn't seem to interact with Yang over much at all and one of if not their most major interaction. Involves him straight up saying he thinks she's either a liar hurting people for fun or "crazy".

I recall someone I was chatting with wondering: Imagine doing everything you can to keep your family from breaking apart & being compared to the woman who left you when you were a baby?

Cos I do wonder how Yang feels about all that given she seems to downplay and or try to work around her family's issues when she can. Let alone what it says about the adults in the room.

smth i think about a lot is the way yang’s narrative about her childhood shifts between v2 to v5

’cause in v2 it’s: “it was tough. ruby was really torn up, my dad kind of shut down. it wasn’t long before i learned why…” all to provide context for this anecdote about putting ruby in a wagon and running away to find her mother. and then her conclusion is “my stubbornness should have gotten us killed that night.”

and while there is a degree here of yang framing the story to emphasize the point she wants blake to understand, it’s also very obvious in her delivery that the emotional reality of this memory for yang is “the time my stupidity and stubbornness almost got me and ruby eaten by grimm”—when she was [checks notes] like five, six years old, and regularly left at home unsupervised.

but in v5, it’s: “my mom left me. ruby’s mom left too. tai was always busy with school, and ruby couldn’t even talk yet; i had to pick up the pieces. i had to pick up the pieces. alone.”

aside from the telling slip (tai, not dad)—yang centers her own feelings and the harm this situation did to her this time. which is something she’s always felt but i don’t think she could have brought herself to say it out loud to anyone during the beacon arc, because it was pressed down under the guilt on display in burning the candle, the feeling of having been inadequate and too stubborn and too selfish and and and–

coughs quietly. “my stubbornness should have gotten us killed that night.” / “you were predictable. and… stubborn. and maybe a little boneheaded.” yang’s narrative about the wagon incident—which happened when she was five or six!—pinning the blame on the thing tai imagines to be her fatal flaw is…probably not coincidental. yang in v4 after a year of being loved by her team and supported by mentors like glynda / oobleck / port has the perspective to know that tai doesn’t know what he’s talking about; but as a small child who’d just had a terrifying near-death experience with her baby sister… 😶

it definitely had a big impact on the way yang sees herself

BUT i do read qrow's talk with yang in 3.8 pretty differently ->

because the context is: yang saw mercury attack her and struck back in self defense, then had like a dozen synthetic soldiers point guns in her face, then looked up and saw the replay footage of herself walking over to shoot a boy who was just kneeling on the ground. and some of the most powerful authority figures in the world are pushing this narrative that stress and adrenaline "clouded her judgment."

like this would make anyone doubt their sanity. bc holy shit.

yang, though...a couple weeks ago, yang after being knocked unconscious woke up and blearily saw someone she thought was her mother walk away from her and disappear in a flash of red light. she hasn't mentioned it to anyone, because it's just so bizarre—yang doesn't know about raven's semblance yet—she must have just been seeing things. right?

aside from raven (who isn't here) and yang (who believes she hallucinated), the only other person who knows that yang saw her mom on the train is qrow, because raven told him about it. he also knows that:

tai insisted on not telling yang ANYTHING about her mother, and qrow respected that up until now; so yang doesn't know about raven's semblance and can't make sense of what she saw.

salem's infiltrators are the same people who attacked amber, and qrow didn't get a good look at them because they seemingly vanished into thin air—pretty damn good chance that one of them has a semblance that manipulates what you see.

ozpin wants #2 kept secret, so yang has some very powerful people actively trying to convince her that she's crazy. ironwood is straight up gaslighting her.

qrow also—based on the first thing he says, which is "why'd you do it?"—seems to consider it a possibility that it is what it looked like but yang did have a good reason, and i actually do not think that is an outrageous thing for qrow specifically to think. because qrow was emotionally abused as a child, and he knows yang, and in the event that yang really did suddenly turn around and punch a guy who was kneeling on the ground, why would she do it?

glances at shay d. mann. well. maybe this kid has been harassing her? maybe he said something horrible or threatening to her and in the heat of the moment she just snapped? maybe "he attacked me, i saw him attack me" isn't really a lie per se, she's just scared that "he's been picking on me ever since he got here and he made a disgusting remark and i just couldn't take it anymore" won't be taken seriously? as in, he did attack her—verbally/emotionally.

it's probably worth asking, at least!

so, qrow leads with "why'd you do it?" in case there is some invisible reason justifying the apparent action. yang says "you know why." qrow goes okay, well, i only know what i saw, so you're either lying (i.e., yang had a reason she now isn't telling) or crazy (i.e., yang saw something different from reality that was very real to her).

she says "i'm not lying." qrow believes her: "crazy, got it."

at this point, he knows the most probable explanation is that one of salem's infiltrators fucked with her head. the inner circle's gaslighting doesn't sit right with him; he's not going to buck ozpin by telling her the truth outright, but he wants to make sure yang knows she isn't losing her mind. he also has all the info needed to guess that yang is actually really really scared that she might be crazy.

which is why he kicks off the wall and begins to pace around. the language he uses sounds dismissive, but his tone is mild and his body language implies "let's talk about it, let's figure this out."

leading to:

YANG: Who knows? Maybe I am. QROW: And here I thought your dark-haired friend was the emo one. YANG: I saw my mom. …I- I was in a lot of trouble, took a pretty hard hit. But when I came to, the person attacking me was gone, and I thought I saw… her. Her sword. Like the one in you and dad’s old picture. QROW: You’re not crazy, Yang. That was your mom, alright. Let me guess—she didn’t say a word, did she? YANG: How did you know that? QROW: I don't see my sister very often, but she does try to keep in touch... whenever it suits her. YANG: Wait—you mean you talk to her? That was real!? QROW: Yeah, she found me. Had a tip from my most recent assignment and wanted me to give you a message.

it's really telling that yang responds to him this way. 'cause we've seen how yang acts when she feels dismissed or belittled:

TAI: Well, "normal" is what you make of it. YANG: What is that supposed to mean? Do you want me to just pretend like nothing happened? I lost a part of me. A piece of me is gone. And it's never coming back. TAI: You're right. It's not coming back. But that doesn't have to stop you from becoming who you wanna be. You're Yang Xiao Long, my sunny little dragon. You can do whatever you put your mind to. So whenever you're ready to stop moping, and get back out there? I'll be there for you. YANG: I– I...

she freezes and shuts down! her teachers have to come to her rescue!—but when qrow goes "crazy, got it" and suggests she's being "emo," yang blurts out her big secret. i saw my mom. to me that suggests a level of trust and understanding that isn't there with tai: qrow says stuff like "okay, so you're crazy" and "here i thought your friend was the emo one" but what he means is "hey, i know something's really bugging you, tell me about it," and yang picks up what he's putting down.

it's akin to how ruby goes "did you miss me? DID YOU MISS ME??" and qrow's like "nope" and they both laugh. or the back-and-forth ribbing between him and the girls in 3.4. there's this layer of mild ironic meanness in the way qrow converses with his nieces that all of them are fluent in, and in this scene he's using that mode to signal that "crazy" is not off-limits, that it's okay to talk about openly.

crucially, there's a code-switch in the middle of the conversation: as soon as yang gets real and says "i saw my mom," qrow reflects that seriousness back to her. you're not crazy, that was your mom, she found me afterward and told me about it. it was real. you're okay. qrow's ability to do that—to shift into a more serious mode when irony isn't appropriate—is why yang can have this rapport with him that she doesn't have with tai, because tai isn't... being ironic when he says mean or dismissive things to her.

anyway, qrow passes on raven's terrible message and then kind of annotates it: "raven's got an interesting way of looking at the world that i don't particularly agree with, and she's dangerous." (which is a very diplomatic way of saying he thinks raven is full of shit. lol.) but then he connects this whole conversation about raven back to what happened after the match: "you're a tough egg, kiddo. don't let this tournament thing getcha down. you had a slip-up; sometimes bad things just happen."

implicitly: yang isn't crazy. what she saw on the train was real, a product of raven's personality and her semblance. sometimes bad things just happen. qrow believes that yang had the experience she says she did when she punched mercury. he doesn't know why she had that experience—yang doesn't either!—but he knows she isn't just "crazy." sometimes things that seem crazy are actually real.

remember what he tells the girls in 3.4? "you may be acting like huntresses, but you're not thinking like one." same thing here. he's telling yang, hey, you're not crazy, you know what you saw, but you don't know what or who caused you to see it. "you cut off the head of the king taijitu, but now the second head's calling the shots."

hint, hint.

it's subtler than the hints qrow drops for ruby in 3.12, but very much in the same vein, and yang is plenty smart enough to figure it out. she might... not have? in the couple of hours between this conversation and everything going to straight to hell, but if they'd had literally just one more day, just long enough for the wheels turning in yang's head to click together with what ruby heard from velvet about coco hallucinating during her and yatsu's 2v2 against emerald and mercury, she would've had it.

more... generally, i've never gotten the sense that qrow projects raven's flaws onto yang in the way that tai does; qrow is definitely a lot closer with ruby than yang, but i think that has less to do with favoritism on qrow's part than it does ruby thinking he's like the COOLEST uncle ever and wanting to use a scythe like he does.

'cause like, qrow isn't their parent, he doesn't live with them, he's not responsible for raising these kids like their dad is, so while he obviously did contribute to fucking them both up because: alcoholic, ultimately there just isn't the same degree of betrayal or emotional abandonment; he's not their dad. both times yang talks in detail about her childhood, it's "my mom left, ruby's mom left, tai wasn't really around, ruby couldn't even talk, i was alone"—she doesn't mention qrow. there isn't that deep hurt, that feeling that qrow is someone who left.

when he isn't drunk, yang seems to feel pretty okay around him, and qrow likewise treats her... honestly a lot better than tai does:

he stops by their dorm in v3 to hang out with both his nieces; yang is fully in sister mode—cheers for ruby to beat him until ruby loses, immediately shoves her out of the way like "my turn!! >:D"—and qrow ribs them both, takes ribbing from both of them in good humor, tells both of them "you two are gonna go far."

qrow nicknames to show affection; ruby is "pipsqueak," yang gets "firecracker."

we only see qrow's goodbye to ruby, but in 5.4 yang indicates that qrow came to talk to her before he left, too. she also has complete trust that he's keeping the promise he made to look after ruby.

yang, as noted, opens up to him about seeing her mom; she's also shocked that he's still in contact with raven and indignant that he didn't tell her sooner, but—unlike with tai—she doesn't seem surprised that qrow is willing to talk about raven in general.

which tracks with what tai says in 4.11: "despite asking him numerous times not to, i know qrow told you where you're mother's been at these days"—meaning, this was a point of contention between him and qrow. behind the scenes, while tai refused to discuss raven at all, qrow was going okay well, let me tell her then, she deserves to know. and then ultimately he just bit the bullet and told her behind tai's back. i wouldn't be surprised if it turned out qrow had been straight with yang that her dad wanted to be the one to tell her the important stuff, and he wanted to be respectful of that, but raven wasn't an off-limits topic.

general contrast between yang-tai and yang-qrow dynamics; for example both of them say almost verbatim "you've got a long way to go before you're ready for the real world" (3.4/4.4). from tai it's belittling, he's insulting her; from qrow, it's meant to encourage, it's "remember you're still new to this, you'll make mistakes, just keep learning, keep trying." (rwby does stuff like this all the time, refracting an idea in different directions to highlight contrasts between characters; ozpin's advice to ruby vs port's advice to weiss is another example.)

a lot of qrow's resentment toward raven is centered on her abandonment of yang: "did you know yang lost her arm? [...] rhetorical question, i know you know. it's just obnoxious that you'd bring up family and then carry on like your own daughter doesn't exist. [raven: "i saved her."] once. because that was your rule, right? real mom of the year material, sis." like he is PISSED on yang's behalf that raven won't even try.

my impression is that qrow—although a) often away on long missions in far away places and b) an alcoholic who sometimes got blind drunk and became a burden yang and ruby needed to take care of—when he did manage to be there, made a serious effort to connect with both of them. he ended up being closer to ruby bc she wanted to learn scythe-wielding, but i do think qrow would've trained yang too (or instead) if the girls had different combat interests.

and while his relationship with ruby has a mentorish aspect, i don't get the sense either of the girls see him as a parental figure: he wasn't part of their household, he traveled a lot, his alcoholism in combination with tai's neglect eroded the adult-child boundaries because they had to be responsible for him as often as the reverse. he's a friend who also happens to be related to them. and that's especially true for yang, because he wasn't her teacher.

(i know it's a... pretty common headcanon / fanon that qrow lived with them, but i really don't think that's supported by the text? whenever ruby or yang look back on their childhoods, the family unit is always them + tai, and qrow isolates himself out of fear that his semblance will injure those he cares about. plus ozpin sending him all over the place as the one member of team strq still active. it makes way more sense to think he lived alone, and visited when he had the chance. which is the main reason i'm WAY softer on him than on tai, 'cause qrow wasn't in a caretaker/parent role; at most he was an occasional babysitter. so while his incidents of turning up drunk on the doorstep contributed to the harm... it's like, it would absolutely have been better for them if qrow were sober, but that wouldn't have changed anything about their home life. they'd just have somewhat easier relationships with qrow.)

TO WRAP THIS BACK AROUND TO THE QUESTION, tai is unfairly judgmental and harsh with yang bc he projects his idea of her mom onto her; yang also has a better relationship with her mom's brother than she does with her dad. how do these two dynamics interact? how does yang feel about hearing from tai that she's too branwen, so to speak, while also getting along better with the branwen side of her family? how might that fuel her desire to find raven?

if her uncle treats her better than tai does, then... maybe her mom would too, if only yang could reach her?—obviously it's not rational, but like. i don't think five year old yang put her baby sister in a wagon and ran away to find her mom because she thought she would ask "why did you leave me?" and then get her answer and go home. as yang grew older and developed a more realistic perspective it shifted to "i just need to know why she left" and she projects that backward onto herself as a child, but at the time what she wanted, what she was looking for, was someone who would take care of them.

[multifanatics]

hii :) i was wondering if you could write an enemies to lovers jamie tartt x reader fic where maybe she’s the sister of someone on the team and hates jamie from the minute they meet but after an unexpected night together, reader realizes she could be falling for him

idk if that makes sense 🫣🫠

A/N: Of course! I changed it a bit, I apologize. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Possible spoilers, Slight angst, Mentions of Jamie's dad, and more.

Word Count: 463

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From what [Y/N] had heard Jamie Tartt was a grade A asshole. She felt the same way once she met him; Jamie is full of himself, a self righteous, pretentious prick who had to be better than everyone else. 

“Jamie Tartt I’ve heard about you.” Jamie wondered his way toward [Y/N] and Colin. [Y/N] and Colin had been best friends since forever. [Y/N] held out her hand to greet Jamie. 

“I don’t really shake hands.” Jamie spoke unphased by [Y/N]’s statement. Of course she’s heard of him, he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. Jamie told Colin off for not passing to him before he left showing [Y/N] that she truly hated him. There was no ‘good game’ before he left, he just left.

It was such a shitty first impression that [Y/N] was convinced that Jamie Tartt was the one person in the world she strongly disliked more than anything in the world. Which was what made accepting that he changed over the past two years so difficult. Even when watching the football matches on the television every pass he made to other teammates. Unbeknownst to her the growing anger laced a much stronger emotion. 

“Daydreaming?” Jamie asked. She was there in the locker room earlier and went to Jamie’s hotel room to ‘know if he’s okay’. The locker room after the match was hard to watch when Jamie’s dad showed up which placed [Y/N]’s misplaced anger onto Jamie’s father, a man who deserved it.

“Yeah, I guess.” [Y/N] spoke defensively. Jamie took a seat on the couch one cushion away from her. 

“I’m not the best at reacting.” Jamie tried to make conversation and he chuckled dryly. [Y/N] just nodded. 

“But uhm..” Jamie tried to think about what to say. [Y/N]’s crying was guilt mixed with an aforementioned laced emotion and the stress she was under at her job. 

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.” [Y/N] looked at him and his uneasy smile. 

“He’s the reason I tried my hardest. Called me weak, a pussy…” Jamie trailed off trying to come up with the words for an apology for the things he’s done in the past to her and to the team. 

“I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry.” Jamie spoke, hanging his head, while [Y/N] felt the conflict of emotion that filled her. The true emotion made itself known, but now wasn’t the best time to admit to her now realized crush. 

“I forgive you, I can’t imagine the hell you’ve been put through.” [Y/N] placed her hand on his shoulder and he glanced at her, the expression on his face said it all. Now, just wasn't the time.

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Coco prepares for the birth of his and OC Daniela's child. All while enduring hazing from her brothers and trying to cope with his own anxiety about being a good father.

As always my stories are 18+.

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"I still can't believe you got my baby sister pregnant" sighed Angel as he dropped onto the couch next to Coco dramatically making him roll his eyes but not looking up from the book in his hands.

"Kind of a shit move. She had her whole life ahead of her" joked EZ as he clapped Coco on his shoulders from behind the couch.

"My bad. Figured after being married for two years this would be fine. Though I am starting to wish I had rethought the relationship after realizing you two idiots were her brothers" snarked Cocoas he shook EZ's hands off him and stood from the couch.

"If I didn't know better I would think he was the one pregnant and hormonal" stated Angel as they watched Coco stalk off and upstairs. EZ simply nodded as he took Coco's vacated seat.

***

Dani was upstairs finishing her makeup when she saw Coco appear in the doorway a frown on his face. "You okay love?"

Coco flopped onto the bed and sighed trying to decide if it was worth stressing her out to tell her his rising anxiety about the birth of their daughter. "I'm good mami" he finally called as he heard her move into the bedroom. "You look stunning" he added as he propped himself up on his elbows taking her in. Lucky, he thought to himself. He got lucky that night all those years ago that she had turned down that alleyway.

Dani put her hands on her hips as she stared him down. "Don't deflect Coco. I know something is bothering you so spill it"

Coco took a deep breath as he met her eyes. There was no use in trying to deny it any longer. "What if I am a bad dad? What do I have to offer? I messed Letty up and I can't stomach the idea of doing that with our little one. I know its too late but I don't think I can do this Dani" explained Coco as he buried his face in his hands as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"Coco, my love" murmured Dani as she moved to the bed and tried to pull him as close as possible with her baby bump. "You are a great man and a great father. I promise you that. Letty has grown into a lovely young lady and you did what you thought was best for her. I know in my heart you will do the same for our little girl. I am honored to get to raise her with such a gentle, kind, hardworking man" soothed Dani as she rubbed his shoulders.

Coco nodded as he listened to Dani speak. He knew she would never lie to him. "Thank you. Sorry for this" mumbled Coco as he sat up and kissed her cheek.

"No apologies needed love. I got you like you got me" replied Dani softly as she caressed his face. A knock at the bedroom door had them both turning.

"Guests are arriving. E is getting everyone settled" stated Angel as he looked at the floor awkwardly.

"You go on mi amor. I'll be down in a couple minutes" stated Coco as he stood up offering his hand out to Dani to help her off the bed. Dani nodded and made her way out of the room, giving Angels arm a squeeze as she passed by.

Once Dani was down the stairs Angel turned to his friend. "Hey man, I hope you know its all just jokes. EZ and I couldn't ask for a better guy for Dani to be with."

Coco nodded as he took a deep breath. "I know man. Just got a lot on my mind. Don't want to fuck this up"

"You won't. You love my sister to much to do that. Besides you got me and EZ to help ya" replied Angel with a grin.

"Thank god I got Boy Scout and Pretty Boy to help me. Whatever would I do without?" replied Coco sarcastically as he chuckled as he stood up making his way out of the room with Angel.

The End

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Jealous - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek

Request: I thought about Brian’s ex coming to town maybe Katie and reader gets jealous seeing how he reacted to her when she stopped by the firehouse. Fluffy ending of him putting her mind at ease that she’s his future and he loves her. Tysm for doing this❤️❤️ 

A/N: I found this in my drafts and realized I never finished it.

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“Look, I get it,” you stressed, trying to make your voice sound a nonchalant as you weren’t feeling, “Kelly’s dad died and that’s awful and of course Katie is gonna come to the funeral...I just don’t know why she had to come here. To 51. To see Otis.”  

From the look on Stella’s face you knew that your nonchalance wasn’t anywhere near believable. And how could it be? You remembered Katie from last time, something that you knew Sylvie knew just from the sympathetic look on her face when Katie came walking onto the app floor that morning. You and Otis were just friends back then but you’d had a crush on him, one that you were fairly certain he had picked up on until he’d announced to you and Cruz that he was dating Severide’s sister.  

“She told him she’s got a boyfriend back in...wherever. I’m sure this is just a nostalgic trip down memory lane.” Stella tried, really she tried, but the words weren’t going through. Sylvie had tried this morning when ambo got called out on a run before you’d even sat down for briefing. And Cruz had tried when you came back and found Otis in the common room laughing at whatever hilarious thing you were sure that Katie had said to him.  

Probably something along the lines of ‘breakup with your partner and date me instead. Remember how much fun we had together? And you didn’t have to explain the inner-workings of Catan to me.’ 

“It better be.” You grumbled, slamming your locker door a little louder than you meant to. There hadn’t been a call since the one that pulled you away from Otis and Katie’s initial reunion and in all honesty you were hoping there would be a call soon just to get you out of 51 and focused on work. Couldn’t some uncoordinated Chicagoan have a slip and fall or something? Anything to get you away from them and all the thoughts swirling in your head. You didn’t want to seem like you were lurking or eavesdropping on their conversation and you wanted to seem like the cool partner, the person who could let their boyfriend and his ex hang out without feeling any jealousy. But it was the exact opposite and if Stella knew, everyone else probably did too.  

You left the locker room still somewhat aggravated, talking to Stella had helped you vent but it hadn’t given you any peace of mind. You still didn’t want Katie there and you were still annoyed that Otis had been so happy to see her. It wasn’t really his fault and you knew that. If there was anyone in the world that was guaranteed to have positive, healthy relationships with their exes, it was definitely Otis. What wasn’t to love about him? But knowing that just made the feeling in the pit of your stomach ten times worse. Why did he have to be so nice? Couldn’t he just be an asshole? Or maybe just an asshole to Katie? No...you didn’t want that either.  

“Hey, there you are!” Otis’ voice startled you as you turned to see him standing there in the in the hallway outside of the lockeroom. No Katie in sight, thankfully. You’d heard him mention something about a tour of the firehouse (as if anything had changed since the last time she was here) before you’d snuck off to the lockers.  

“Where’s Katie?” You asked, glancing over his shoulder as if she would materialize.  

“Just in,” he pointed back to the common area, “wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

“I’m fine.”  

Otis looked immediately skeptical and you crossed your arms defensively, trying to play off you tension as calm, still hoping that the alarm would go off. Even if it was a fire, you’d rather everyone go than have to be stuck here one more moment with Katie and Otis. You definitely didn’t want to go back into the common room and have to sit there at the table and listen to the two of them share stories and reminise about the past.  

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. It wasn’t even like you were being rational in your annoyance. Otis had introduced you as his partner immediately. The practical second after he said hello to Katie he was dragging her over to you and introducing you as if you were the best piece of his life in Chicago that he could share with someone. But still, you hadn’t been able to quell the voice in your head. “Fine.” 

Otis’ skeptical look turned contemplative, as if he was working something out. “Wait a minute...are you jealous?” He looked like he almost didn’t believe the words when he said them. As if it was such a crazy notion that saying it out loud made him feel like he was being ridiculous.  

You huffed, shoulders slumping. Otis’ mustache twitched as he smiled, correct in his analysis. “I really like Katie,” you defended, lowering your voice so no one would overhear. “She seems super nice and I can totally get why you went out with her.” 

“Can you totally get why I’m not interested in her now?” He asked, “Cause I love you and that’s not gonna change just cause my ex is in town?” 

“Yeah, yeah...I know.” You replied, defeat evident in your voice. “I don’t know I just saw her and you were so excited to catch up. It’s totally irrational, I know that! I just...ugh god. I can’t explain it.” You huffed. “Stop smiling me like that.” 

Otis’ smile didn’t diminish. He couldn’t deny that you getting jealous felt like a bit of an ego boost. That someone could love him so much that they were bothered by the idea of him hanging out with an ex. “Sorry, sorry, just kinda cute how annoyed you are.” 

“Oh yeah, how cute would it be if I had an ex come to town and spent the whole afternoon with them?” You asked, hands on your hips. 

Narrowed eyes, Otis’ smile turned to a slight grin. He knew what you were getting at and frankly, he knew you were right. Maybe it was silly that you were bothered by Katie but he knew if any ex of yours showed up at the firehouse he would be acting a lot worse. Less hiding in the locker room and more showboating. “Lets just not have exes, problem solved.” 

“Well I doubt I’ll have any more.” You replied, the alarm finally blaring in the background.  

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3603

good news and bad news

good news is we got an air conditioner for my room today!

the bad news is that was because it was 94° out today, and wednesday and thursday will be hotter.

....

also i had a meltdown and probably broke my hand again.

i am not built for the heat. not even remotely. it's not just "bad at summer," it's "i should not be exposed to temperatures above 65° fahrenheit."

i was sweating bullets just sitting in the air-conditioned car. sweat dropped down my legs, my arms, my forehead and temples, just. everywhere that could sweat, did.

when we got the air conditioner home, i was the one that brought it upstairs. strikes 1 and 2.

i couldn't find something to open the box with. strike 3.

there were a bunch of parts i didn't have the wherewithal to deal with. strike 5.

it was still fucking hot upstairs. strike 6.

i still had taken out the fan from the window, and then it kept getting in the way as i tried to leave my room. strikes 7 and 8.

told my mom i was done. she belittled me and criticized what i did. strike 9.

my alarm went off - i had to go leave to pick up dinner. she still forced me into working with her. strike 10.

mind you i couldn't turn the light on in the room because that would only add to the heat. strike 11.

i moved the air conditioner to the window and mom held onto the air conditioner which i had a secure grip on instead of me or the desk i was leaning into, both of which of us were falling and could use some stabilization. strike fucking 12????

i couldn't figure out what i needed to get and what i needed to grab. strike 13.

i started to cry. beginning of the end.

i left the room, went downstairs, frustrated and too hot and angry and late and crying and overwhelmed and dad asks "what's wrong?" and i say to him, tearfully, "i'm not built for this weather."

he asks me to repeat myself because the man can't hear anything and refuses to get hearing aids.

i say it louder. but i snap.

i hit the wall, the part of the archway that i guess makes it an arch from one room to the next, the space that's like five or six inches wide and acts as the doorway from one space to the next. i hit it with my fist as one would slam against a table. repeatedly. i screamed. twice. i turn around and hit the other side, deciding to open my hand because even though i couldn't stop myself, i knew that if i kept hitting the wall like that i would break my hand again. so i opened my hand and hit the wall with my palm.

i sobbed and in the midst of all of that dad had the audacity to tell me to take it easy. take it easy? take it easy??? that is something i literally cannot do. i am constantly stressed. i deal with an extremely stressful work environment. i have too much to do and not enough time to do it. i haven't seen my friends in months. some of them years. and they live in the same state that i do. not even too far away, either.

i eventually had to calm down enough to tell my extremely worried sister that mom needed help upstairs before i left the house. of course, my fucking meltdown delayed my trip more, so i couldn't stick around.

keep in mind today is said sibling's birthday.

told dad who was understandably concerned that it was not something he could do in my stead as he offered. i also told him to not touch me, which he complied and removed his hand from my shoulder.

and i left. i went to get dinner, as was my responsibility.

it took me a long time to control my breathing. the imposing heat in my car helped me, i think, because it helped me tire out, kept me from breathing easily so i had to put in a concerted effort, which helped me slow down enough to realize i needed to appear calm enough so the person i interacted with at panera wouldn't think i was a fuckin weirdo or something.

but it helped.

on my way i thought about a bunch of things. i thought about how this kind of meltdown hadn't happened for a little over a year and a half, how i was doing so well until this happened. how angry of a person i am. how it would reflect on any sort of background search. and reverentially, i started to feel bad, guilty, about how i acted. everyone is always so worried and i can't communicate the problems i have and it gets worse and worse and worse and i have no way of controlling it. it was decidedly not a great time to be alone with my thoughts, but it would've been MUCH worse around someone else.

by the time i made it there i was fine. wiping my tears and sweat away in the car actually made the air conditioning work a little better than expected, so it ended up not being the worst trip ever.

by the time i got back, i was fine. tired, but fine.

and i noticed while i was on the car that i had a big painful red mark on my hand along with a big bruise on the side. delightful.

when i got home, i apologized for getting upset and acting the way i did. mom asked if i was okay and i simply said "i'm fine. my hand's probably broken again, but that's neither here nor there."

we just sat down and had dinner. and then ice cream cake, and then we (everyone else) dispersed and i cleaned off the table.

hand hurting and all.

but the good news is that i CAN still crochet. i just need to hold my hook a slightly different way. like a violin now instead of a knife.

i watched more of the flash with mom, which is getting better now that we're in the third season.

after watching i went downstairs to wash my laundry, but i ended up staying downstairs until all my laundry was done. i picked and packed most things for joel's tomorrow, but i still have to pick what dresses to bring. it's too hot for pants. only dresses. nobody wants to see the alternative.

so i have a bunch of dresses downstairs hanging over a chair so i can pick which ones i want to take with me this week.

but now it's 2am and i am exhausted. told joel i was stupid and broke my hand probably, and also that maryland may not be the best location for me temperature wise. so that's under discussion.

i'm so tired.

[weasleywhimz]

Break for Distance - Part 2

Part 2, I’ll try to whack these out quickly!

Word count 1.3k

Rating: Angst, family fluff

The summer before her final year, Francesca tried to avoid as much magic as possible. For once, this was pretty easy. Her parents were both stressed and busy with work, it was quite a toll having to try keep their moral integrity while not becoming a target of the ministry for not selling the propaganda. So she tried to stay out of their way, visiting her mother’s muggle family, and not opening any windows for any owls, realising in the first week George was writing to her from his new flat in Diagon Alley. She didn’t even open these letters, still not ready to go near that emotional hell again.

In fact, she was reliving her childhood. She smiled softly at her reflection in her aunt’s car window. Her aunt, being her mother’s muggle sister, was aware of the magical world (having watched her sister attend Hogwarts through their teenage years). But her cousins and their dad were none the wiser. Which meant, while growing up, Francesca spent lots of non-magical weekends while her parents were working.

It was late at night, and there were rain tracks streaking the backseat windows. Francesca’s younger cousins leaned against her, fast asleep. They’d spent the day at the beach, and clearly the sea air had tired them out.

“What’s on your mind Frankie?” Her aunt asked, from the driver’s seat. Francesca hadn’t heard that nickname in a long time and she felt the nostalgia wash over her.

“I just miss you guys,” she replied softly, not wanting to disturb her cousins. “I should’ve made more time for you these past few years.”

“Oh honey,” her aunt replied, smiling at her in the mirror. “I remember what it was like with your mum at that school. It’s a bit consuming. We know you still love us though,” her aunt’s eyes flicked back to the road as Francesca hummed softly at her words. “I hope you still know the same?” She added, not taking her eyes from the road.

“That I still love you guys? Of course!”

“No, that we still love you, sweetheart,” her aunt’s eyes flicked back to see Francesca in the rear view mirror again. “You seem lonely these days.”

Francesca blinked. She didn’t expect her aunt to have picked up on that.

“Is it your friends there? Normally you spend the summer with them,” her aunt continued.

“Not really friends,” Francesca started, “well kind of…” She trailed off, gaze dropping out the window.

“So it’s a boy.”

Francesca almost flinched.

“How did you know?”

“Honey,” her aunt said with a sympathetic (yet slightly smug) smile. “We’ve all had a teenage boy break our hearts at least once.” As they pulled up to some traffic lights, her aunt turned around to look at Francesca properly. “Tell me what he did Frankie.”

Francesca simply blinked at her. She was a bit stunned that anything about her life was “normal” to a muggle. Of course when she actually thought at about it, relationships are pretty much the same magic or not. Still, she wasn’t sure how she would even begin to explain it, or if she even wanted to. So, she let her gaze flick back to the window.

“He just made it clear that the future isn’t something he wants me in.”

Her aunt smiled sadly, and patted her niece’s knee before turning back around to turn onto their street when the light turned green.

“Then talk to your friends at least, he won’t be the only great love in your life,” she advised.

“They’re his friends too, they were his first.”

“So? If they’re really your friends, then it won’t matter to them. And if not then you can make new friends.”

“It’s my last year.”

“That’s life, love.”

Francesca frowned, but accepted her aunt’s words.

When they got back to the house, Francesca helped her aunt put her younger cousins in their beds, and quickly went up to get ready for bed herself. As she was brushing her teeth she noticed an owl staring at the house outside. Reflecting on her aunt’s words, she cautiously opened the window, and it quickly flew over to the ledge. Francesca noticed Katie’s hand on the envelope, and carefully removed it from the owl’s leg. The poor bird looked around for a treat for its efforts.

“Unless you want toothpaste buddy, I have nothing,” she told it apologetically, and it took off with a bit of a huff.

She didn’t open it until she went downstairs. Showing her aunt, Francesca told her that it was her friend Katie. Her aunt gave her an approving nod, asking if she wanted a cup of tea while she read it.

Hey Cesca,

Why are you so MIA? Angie said she’d written to you when George didn’t get any replies, but why are you ignoring her?

Francesca rolled her eyes, deciding not to reply if she read his name one more time in the letter. She accepted the tea from her aunt and continued reading.

I know you’re down about everything, but don’t cut us all out, okay? Send me back at least a little something so I know you got this. Even just a sad face on the paper so we know you’re alive at least.

We’re all going to the alley next Saturday (the 24th, in case you don’t open this right away), please come. We won’t go to their shop until right at the end, so we can all get our things for school and you can go.

But I think you should come.

You don’t have to.

(But you should).

Let me know you’re alive please,

Your bestie,

Katie.

“Well?” Francesca’s aunt asked, as Francesca put the letter down on the table.

“They want to meet.”

“That’s nice?” Her aunt asked more than commented. Francesca simply raised her brows from behind her mug. “They still care about you.”

“Yeah,” Francesca said fiddling with her pyjama sleeve. “They want to go to his shop after getting school things.”

“The boy?” Francesca nodded in response to her aunt’s question. “He owns a shop? How old is he?”

“Year above me at school, but only a few months older by age.”

“Ah,” her aunt replied. “Well, you should go. Make yourself look top notch, and make it seem like life got better without him.”

“I’ve been hanging out with a ten and nine year old all summer!”

“You tell them you’ve been busy with people from your, what do you call it… muddle? Us non-magicky people?”

Francesca snorted and corrected her aunt.

“Muggle.”

“Muggle!” Her aunt shared a giggle at the funny word. “Anyway, tell them you were busy with some old muggle people you knew, you took a beach trip with a guy called Sam, he’s a bit younger than you but he wants to know everything you’re doing-“

“Sam is nine years old!” Francesca laughed.

“They don’t need to know how much younger, Frankie-“

“And my cousin!”

“Well you’re trying to make this boy jealous, you can’t let them know that!”

The two girls shared a little fit of giggles that was interrupted by a yawn from the younger.

“Off you go to bed honey, sleep on it,” her aunt told her. “I think it’ll do you the world of good.”

Just before Francesca was about to switch off the light and sleep, she pulled out her notebook and scribbled a quick, I’m alive. I’ll see you there, 1pm in the LC. Hoping on a chance Katie’s owl was still around, she stuck her head out of the window. Sure enough, he was on the tree opposite the window. He must have been instructed to wait by Katie, and wasn’t very happy about it judging from his grumpy pecks on her hand as she fixed the letter to his leg. Still, he flew off dutifully with the letter.

[kitkatt0430]

So it's still not at a fic-writing point (and who knows if it'll ever get there, not me) but ever since mentioning the idea of Darla going to Spike for help with her mystical pregnancy I've continued to idly spin that like a microwave plate in the back of my brain. (the plate is out of the way but a bit noisy)

So the Darla pregnancy thing happens in ATS season 3, which is concurrent with Buffy season 6. Darla likely knows from Drusilla about Spike's chip and Spike's already spent the summer looking after Dawn because, honestly, he was the only one keeping her out of trouble given that the Scoobies were busy with their poorly thought out resurrection plan.

Darla may have a soul but she's still Darla. She considers going to Angel for help but here she's too prideful. Angel's obsessed with 'redeeming' himself and she tells herself she can't trust him to put the baby first or that he won't lose his soul again and then Angelus eats the baby. But then there's Spike, Drusilla's precious idiot childe whom Dru did call her knight for good reason.

Spike who loves too much and protects too hard to ever really be a 'good' vampire, for all that he's killed two Slayers in the past. He can't hurt a human, but even if her baby doesn't count as human he'd still love and protect that baby. Because that's who he is. Taking away the chip wouldn't change that he sacrifices of himself to protect those he considers his. She just has to make sure he considers her baby to be his to protect.

So Darla shows up in Sunnydale - maybe earlier in her pregnancy than she did over in ATS? Still noticeably pregnant, though, and when Spike gets over thinking this is some kind of joke at his expense he does take some rather perverse pleasure in thinking of Angel's kid growing up thinking of him as dear old dad. But. He also starts planning a college fund - Do you know how stupidly expensive college is these days, Darla? It's fucking ridiculous, it is. - and gets a three bedroom apartment funded with the quite frankly massive amount treasure in the same cave where the gem of amara was found (and immediately forgotten by the show afterwards). He foists some of that money onto Buffy too because he's basically living a double life now, trying to keep up with the Scoobies and Buffy, whom he's still in love with but whom he can't risk finding out about Darla and the baby.

He makes what he thinks are subtle inquiries about babysitting with Dawn. Dawn gets nosy and nearly runs neck first into Darla. Darla's sharing a soul but, still, pregnancy cravings are a bitch. Spike smooths things out and swears Dawn to secrecy.

Naturally Dawn ends up telling Tara anyway. Tara wants to help with the baby. Darla marvels over the lack of survival instincts in the Slayer's friends. Tara is also wanting space from Willow over the magic stuff and figures she's safe around Darla until the baby comes, at least. She's not wrong.

Anya's probably the next to find out. She's fine with keeping it secret from Xander, but when the wedding that doesn't happen... happens, she maybe wonders if being willing to hide something that big from Xander should have somehow been a red flag that their relationship wasn't a solid as she thought it was.

Eventually Buffy does find out what's going on. Spike laments being shit at keeping secrets. Darla and Buffy probably bond over both what they like best about Angel and also shit talking about Angel. Darla names Buffy godmother and having both the financial freedom to work out her depression without being stressed about losing her home or sister and bonding with Dawn over squealing over helping Darla decorate a nursery does Buffy wonders.

Willow (once she gets over herself a bit, but is still probably doing too much big magic when it's not really necessary) volunteers to curse Darla with a soul once the baby is born if that's what Darla wants (she does) and they find a doctor aware of the supernatural who is willing to do a c-section on a vampire with a magic pregnancy.

I don't know that I'd bring Angel into this at all. Angel getting to raise Connor is it's own story, this is the story about not fridging Darla and letting her raise her own baby with a horde of aunts and uncles, only one of whom is related by vampiric bonds.

I guess the Trio's in the background but Andrew and Jonathan find out about the baby and just... they're not gonna risk taking a baby's family away. They wanna be super villains, not monsters, and being a super hero sounds cool too, ya know? They're not married to the super villain thing if being super heroes is on the table. Warren's still a self centered asshole. But maybe Xander is almost pulled into their weird circle and winds up stealing Andrew and Jonathan from Warren instead. I dunno.

[bookishcatcafe]

Loona's Family: A Fan-Fic Part 2/2

Thanks again @trin-draws-art for the inspiration! Hope you and everyone else enjoys!

Via: I—I’m sorry for being distant these last few weeks. I just…I just feel like things have changed since you and Blitz moved in. My mom moved out and despite her being a massive bitch, she still is my mom. It felt weird. It just felt weird—the divorce, the bond that grew with Blitz and my dad, and how when you move-in I find my dad not really taking time to hangout or ask me how my day was. I feel distant from him. From you.

Loona looks up at her and wipes her own tears as she sits up into the bench. The mist went off again and covered them both—both of them didn’t mind it.

Loona: I…I’m sorry we made you feel that way Via. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I didn���t even know. This is all just…so new, and I don’t mean the whole palace and rich family thing! I think we just…I think we both are trying to adjust. To this. I go from having one dad to two, you go from having a mom to now having your dad’s boyfriend move in with his illegitimate daughter.

Via: You are not illegitimate! Do you know how much your dad loves you? Do you know how much MY dad loves you? Loona—if you saw how much they have been scrambling around in a hurry and such a stress to make your birthday perfect—hell my parents never really went to such extremes! Yet you feel like you are not being loved! Loona—You. Are. Loved!

Loona looks away at first, covering her face with her hair, looking down at the floor, nearby her feet was a dandelion. She stares at it and begins to reply.

Loona: I…I don’t know why I think this way Via. I don’t know why.

She began to reminiscence, in short glimpses, of the horrid life in the pound—the comments from passerby’s who never chose her. Prior to that, it was the dangerous life being born in the streets with a family that is just a blur. The dandelion rustles in gently as mist slowly falls onto its seeds, she blinks, and those memories fade instantaneously. She growls softly before taking a deep breath.

Loona: I fucking hate it.

Via rubs her shoulder and puts the locket around Loona’s neck.

Via: We can fucking hate it together then, Sister.

Loona grabs the dandelion and blows its seeds from the stem, placing the stem back on the ground. She gets up and offers a hand for Via to hold.

Loona: No bad blood between us?

Via: No. Never! Never was. Never will be.

Loona: And I’m not gonna steal your family from you. I think your dad just gets too excited about things—

Via: Especially when Blitz is around

Loona: Especially when dad is around.

Loona laughs and takes out her phone, positioning it to take a selfie, the both of them posing with wide smiles, heads leaning against each other’s while they are surrounded by flowers and the beauteous glass of the conservatory.

They were calm. They felt like they needed this moment just for them—away from their parents and away from the palace despite it just being the backyard grounds. As they walked towards the palace’s back entrance, they could see from outside a bustle of lights, hustling around with the movement of streamers, and of imps putting lights around. When they got closer to the doors audible screams of excitement were coming from the kitchen, laughing, hushes, and the cursing under Blitz’s breath telling everyone to, in a not-so-quiet tone “Shut the fuck up Loonie’s here!”

They entered the kitchen, where suddenly the lights went on and Blitz, Stolas, Moxxie, Millie, two imp butlers, and Vortex were all there—and in a flash the room was loud with joy.

Loona had friends. She felt more solidified in this. She looked to Via, Stolas, and to Blitz and smiled, her tail wagging uncontrollably.

She had a family.

[whoevers-listening]

My Mom is a Trans Ally

I've known who I am for years...if I felt safe to and felt like I'd be accepted by the people most important to me, I'd be out of the closet as a trans masc.

I have been out before, for well over a year in fact. at first my mom and siblings were okay with it but quickly my brother began to make negative comments about the LGBTQ+ community and threatening to fight me physically because apparently that's what it is to be a man. my dad was never supportive, he refused to use my name and pronouns, he told me I was confused and stressing everyone out for no reason. He told me I was crazy and that I would probably end up being murdered if I continued to "pretend". My sister was indifferent which I respected and my mom was always support. she caught onto pronouns and my name the fastest out of anyone. I don't know why exactly but I began to think that my gender identity was more trouble than it was worth. I started to believe that everyone was going to leave me...including my mom who was my biggest support. I believed began to believe that my mom was only being supportive because she felt obligated to and that she secretly resented me.

needless to say, I went back in the closet. It hurt and I lost myself again but in some ways it was easier because I wasn't receiving eternal judgement. I went back to using my deadname and figured I'd get used to it even though I never had, not even before coming out the first time. My deadname feels so disconnected from me and it's a startling reminder that I am pretending once again every time some one uses my deadname to address me. it sounds so strange to me because that's not what I think of myself as.

the other day, my mom, siblings and I were joking around about how my brother is my mom's favorite out of her kids. she replied by saying that I was her favorite when I had been out as a trans man. this simple comment filled me with more happiness than I've felt in years. It was so validating and I went to bed smiling that night which isn't something I've done in a LONG time.

it's nice to know that she sees me...she's mentioned before that she's noticed a change in my mood since going back in the closet. she's mentioned how I isolate more and how angry I am all the time. I think she knows and it makes me feel so grateful to have her. I feel understood, validated, seen and loved. I know now that if I were to come out and everyone hated me, she'd be there for me.

I honestly don't know why I believed she resented me...I remember being out and how she would talk about me and introduce me to people. We reconnected with my mom's side about a year into my coming out and my grandmother refused to use my preferred name and pronouns...I was expecting it because of how my dad and his side had treated me and was going to just stay quiet but my mom stepped in and stood up for me. when my nana declared that I would always be her granddaughter, my mom physically removed me from the situation and apologized, she told me that I didn't have to put up with people like that. that wasn't the only time either...she informed out landlords and often corrected them. she and I would celebrate when I passed in public and laugh together because often time people thought I was a preteen boy.

I miss that...even though I got so much hate from so many other people...my mom was always supportive and kind, ready to go to bat for me at any moment. I'm grateful to have her and I know now that when I am ready, she will be too.

[enthblaze]

SAY LESS I'M HERE

Okay, so I call it the Universal Misplacement AU (or UMAU for short lol) and it's called that because Casey's "twin", Rose, is originally my Rise of the TMNT OC (Rise is the version that got me into TMNT) and when I started branching into other versions, I originally started with Rose dimension hopping and in the 2012 crossover, she and Casey became accidental twins because they look a lot alike and are Batshit Insane. And eventually this turned into a whole separate idea where Rose got teleported to the 2012 verse when she was pretty young and got adopted into the Jones family and was raised as Casey's twin. She's Fae, which means that a single multiverse can't have more than one of her, and her prematurely discovering her Fae magic (not that she was old enough to know what the fuck it was) is what got her to the 2012 verse.

But onto the actual AU! Rose was raised as Casey's twin sister. Those two are as thick as fucking thieves but anyone who doesn't know them might think they hate each other because bodily threats is their main love language. Their dad has made the joke about the Cain Instinct being the only instinct those two know on more than one occasion. Rose is on the boxing team in addition to Casey being on the hockey team, so the twins are athletic, reckless as hell, and bisexual (Rose is canonical, Casey is headcanon).

When Casey first starts out on being a vigilante, it does not take long for Rose to find out and she demands that she join him. So now they're badass vigilantes, Casey even snuck her a goalie mask she promptly painted pink and black to match. They have a list of plans they've labeled via the alphabet, wherein one plan aliterates with a letter of the alphabet; i.e Plan F is Fuck It, We Ball, Plan K is Keep Away, and my personal favorite, Plan M is Molotov Cocktail.

Rose's main weapon are the brass knuckles she totally didn't smuggle into her room (/sar) but has borrowed her brother's baseball bat lol.

I can't stress this enough, because i'm Emo about it; just because they threaten bodily harm and insult each other on a daily basis does not mean they don't care about and love each other to their very souls. Yk how Rose is Fae? During season 2, the closer they get the Kraang invasion, the more Rose's powers start to act up, because they're responding to her big emotions and the stress that follows. So, during the farmhouse arc, she and Casey put in a bit more effort in trying to understand her magic. And in doing so, a few days before Leo wakes up from his coma (which, idk if you've talked about Van during Leo's coma, but I would love to hear about the angst that comes with it), Rose and Casey have a very emotionally vulnerable and intimate moment in that they well and truly spill their hearts out.

Casey, to me, is a reflection of Raph in that he's a protector. This boy loves his family to point where he's willing to do Violence to keep them safe. And that includes his twin, very much so. When she gets overstimulated to the point of a meltdown, or is understimulated to the point of floating away in the clouds, he is the rock that keeps her tethered and he likes it. Because it means he can make sure she's okay that much easier.

And Rose has always been a lover. She can be as sarcastic and playfully mean and petty as she wants, she loves with everything she's got. So naturally, she reflects Casey's love for her back to him. Just like how he's always in her corner when she needs it, albeit with a remark and a smug grin she immediately wants to smack off, she will always do the same for him. She wasn't born a Jones. She chose to be a Jones. And she makes that choice every single day. Casey will always be her brother, and will always be her twin. She can't think of a thing in the world that would break that.

And. During this moment. When they are baring their souls to each other after three months of worrying about their dad and little sister, being powerless to protect their city the way they wanted and unable to help one of their friends. Rose's magic reaches toward Casey's soul, the very thing that makes him who he is. And tethers it to hers. Bonding their souls for however long they are siblings. And as a physical marker of this, cause this is a Big Fucking Deal, they are given each other's eye color on their off-side. Rose's left eye turns brown, and Casey's right eye turns blue. And now that their souls are bonded, they not only have a better connection emotionally, but magically too. Because Rose inadvertently transferred some of her Fae magic to Casey.

Which of course is used for IMMENSE chaos. Poor Leo is so tired of their shit LMAO

(Also, I have to apologize for how long this ask is LMAO I have so many thoughts and concepts but these are the big ones so far (I've got a couple of concepts in the works 👀) and i love this au sm)

"She wasn't born a Jones. She chose to be a Jones. And she makes that choice every single day."

STOP RN- THIS MADE MY HEART CLENCH /POS

I LOVE THIS AU SM ALREADY !!!

I barely know Rose and yet she's won me over. I need more Rose & Casey content. AND- I wasn't expecting magic or the Fae being brought into a 2012 au but I AM SURE HERE FOR IT- THIS IS AWESOME!!!

Oh, and never apologise btw for long asks, theyre my favourite. i loved all of this sm, and i deffo wanna see what else u got in store :]]

(and yes, ive made a few posts regarding Van during Leo's coma ahah)

Poor Leo waking up, only to be met with these two whirlwinds of chaos lmaooo XD

[the-void-and-the-mirror]

A Cycle With Grief

In the very recent past, a lot has happened. I'd been struggling to cope with life. My car is still in the repair shop, needing thousands of dollars of repair work, while I rent a car I also don't have money for. And my insurance won't cover any of it. (We found a way to file through the state, and it should work, but that's to the side.) It left me wondering how I'm supposed to see the better side of things when life keeps throwing me curve balls like this. How am I supposed to feel like the universe isn't against me when things keep happening? When nothing seems to align despite my efforts? I keep trying and trying to be kicked when I'm down.

…Yet, that same day, I had another realisation.

I'd been dealing with the rage I felt when thinking of my mum would resurface, as it does. The hundreds of things that still sting, making me wonder why I wasn't good enough for them while my sister remained the golden child. Even if she did the same things I did, she was still revered while I was belittled. There's a lot of hurt there. As the rage surfaced over and over, again and again, I found myself desperately craving one thing: justice. I wanted vengeance for what I was put through, I wanted them to suffer in a million ways. I hated them. I hated their lies. And I'd been holding onto this rage because I didn't know where to put it, what else to do with it.

This day, I came to the slow realisation that my rage was hurting me more than anyone else. And I mean that. I had a million revenge plots I would never act on, I had no way to justify myself, and no matter what I did, it would never be enough. So just where was I supposed to put my anger, justified as it was? I told myself it wasn't like karma was doing anything.

Except… then I realised I was very much firsthand witnessing it in action. My dad is always sick nowadays, constantly in and out of the hospital. My mother is miserable without me in her life. And both of my parents became the very people they hated, who they swore to never become. Karma is not fast, not in the way that many would like, me included. But I did see it very much happening right before my eyes. And with my mum, my power was back in my hands. I can withhold whatever I want and I will be impacting her.

I also noticed, very abruptly, that my rage had dissipated with this realisation. I kept an eye on it, in case it might resurface. But it's been two weeks, and I still feel the same neutrality. I wouldn't go so far to say I'm fine with everything, but I'm not burdened by fury that I can't wield. And it's started bearing fruit recently.

In the last few days, I've had a string of surprisingly very good days, something I haven't felt in such a very long time. I'm so used to everything being negative, disappointing, or maybe neutral at best. I'd learnt not to get my hopes up because I'd just be let down. The first day, the school janitor I thought I put off used my pronouns. The next, I got my first hug from one of the kids who has a struggling home life. The second of a book I loved came in the mail. I wasn't getting stressed out by the minor inconveniences I normally did. And I noticed all of this. On the third day, I got my hair cut. I expected to be meh about it, but I had been struggling with sensory issues with my long hair that I just couldn't do anything with and resolved to cut it short. When I got the cut down, I was filled with euphoria. The, "Oh, there you are" moment. I love the haircut. I dyed it red. It looks so good and I can easily style it multiple ways with just a little bit of product. I think I'll keep this hairstyle forever. Even today, after a rough moment, I decided to cheer myself up by spending time with my boyfriend. We went to a candy store, got some comfort food, came home and splurged a few episodes of a show on Hulu. And even then, one of my hobbies has really brightened my day.

I'm noticing this impossible string of good days, despite the negative moments. And I noticed that I've decided, "Just because it's a bad moment doesn't mean it has to be a bad day." And it's making all the difference.

The biggest difference I've noticed? I feel genuinely happy. For the first time since I can remember. Through all of my muted emotions, I finally found what I've been chasing. I feel HAPPY. I feel great, and in control, and how to handle myself when I'm having a time. I'm making it through, step by step.

And I wanted to share that today. I broke through. I made it to the next step in the large chunks of my life that have been covered in muck and shadow. After learning to love myself, learning to set boundaries, I have finally learnt to feel genuine happiness. With all of my heart.

Life is a struggle, and we can't always see how we're going to get to where we want to be. But if we keep trying, and put in the little things to work, and keep our eye on the goal, just maybe it clicks someday. The pieces add up, and the thing we worked so hard for is something we finally achieved. And we can be truly proud of ourselves in these moments, because… You made it. You did it. Even when the world told you that you were damned to suffer, you made it one step further. You made the world a little brighter for yourself. You persevered when it might have been easier to quit. You made it. You did it. And you did it with all of that weight on your shoulders that you should never have had to bear in the first place.

You've made it so far. And you'll continue to get there. And I'm proud of you. I believe in you. Even if things don't manifest the way you're expecting, you're still trying. And that's all I can ask you do, for yourself. Because you deserve love, and respect, and happiness. Despite what the world tried to do to put that light out. Keep going, even if sometimes that love for yourself means that you need to focus on resting. Love yourself enough to take the time you need, and the care you deserve. You've got this.

[angela-the-fox]

How Clem comforts his mother.

(Context)

The day was going completely fine and the little syrupy boy was playing with stuffed plushies in his own room while his adoptive mother is having a little conversation with her friends that are going nuts.But Clem didn't know what happened to her.

When the conversation is over,she accidentally goes to the living room and collapses on the sofa while her head rests on the pillow and bursts out into tears in front of Clem.He doesn't understand why she's crying.He crawled closer to her and put his long sleeved hand on her side and feel a little worried why.

Angelina(Clem's mom):*sobs softly*Why can they be so serious.......my friends betrayed me and my parents are homophobic,because i'm bi........*sniff*.....mom.....dad......why?!?!Am i really a freak!!!!God WHY!!!!!!

She then held a pillow and screamed and cried in a pillow full of her lungs to keep herself cool down.Clem felt really worried about his mother's anxiety.If she gets sad, he'll do the same,but doesn't want to make himself sad in front of her.He then tug his hand into her owl hand.Angelina was startled from child's hand touch and turned to her side to see him feeling anxious.

Angelina:Oh my.....my child....i didn't see you were here all this time.....i'm sorry,Clem....i didn't really want to make you feel worried about me.

Clem is really worried about her too much and he didn't mind that she is Bi and couldn't control her relationship with one of her close friends.They said that they just needed time,but the feelings can't destroy it from her stress.She really feels stressed that she can't lose whoever she loved her friends the most.They really forgot of her hard relationship,but no.They forced themselves to say it to her that "I'm sorry,but i can't return it"/"I only see you as a friend/sister" or "I...i don't feel ready for this,i'm sorry".Angelina replied with "Oh....it's okay,maybe i was really excited to accept that*nervous chuckle*"/"Oh....i definitely respect that, don't worry about me.*nervous chuckle with an awkward smile*"/"I guess i rushed a bit......sorry*feels a little bit guilty and ashamed*" or "I.....i completely understand your decision,maybe i didn't told that feeling too rushed that i really want to have feelings for anyone*feels a little disappointed from outside,but inside, crying in complete shame of guilt,stress,issue,feeling shameless and careless and was going to be depressed and commit suicide*".The issue with her homophobic parents is difficult:"You're not our daughter anymore!!!"/"Get out of the house right now!!!!"/"Why did i raise a girl who is the part of LGBTQ,so disgusting!🤮" or "How can my daughter be such a disgraceful of this world".But she didn't know why, saying to her parents "N-no,you don't understand,mom,dad.....*scared and stressed"/"Mom....dad......why are you blaming me,is it because i'm attractive to boys and girls at the same time*feel really anxious*"/"Mom......are you homophobic with dad?*feel shameless but scared*"/"Wh-why..........why i can't have supportive parents with my sexuality?*extremely scared and upset*" or ".............*silence from outside,but inside blank and depressed*".

Clem got super sad because of his mother's stress.He crawled even closer to her once again as she sat up to look at his adoptive son still full of tears and glimmering eyes.He then rests his head onto her chest and she was processing it.

And about a few moments later,her tears began to tear up and she held his son, really tight into her and burst into tears letting all her tears out,until she calmed down while her head resting onto his and sobbing into her son's embrace.

Angelina:*hic*I....i'm so sorry C-*hic*clem.....i.....i just can't.....*sniff and sobs softly*.....

As she continues murmuring herself with soft tears into Clem even more,he feels more calm than usual and understands her feeling of heartache and PTSD.As she kept crying into her son's embrace,he spoke out quietly with a soft child tone.

Clem:Don't worry.I'm here,mom~.

He really gives her so much comfort hugs and kisses that she makes herself feel calm down.Without him,she was completely going to commit suicide by the betrayed friend and homophobic parents.As his mother finally calmed down,she was a little exhausted from this tragedy.

Angelina:*sniff*Th-thank you,Clem....*sniff*you really understand me,more than my "fake friends"

Clem:*spokes quietly*I just really want to do the best for you,mom.

Then she rests on the sofa and closes her eyes and slowly falls asleep,while Clem is still laying next to her still keeping herself embraced in one and only "mother and son" hug.

She really can't control her own issue because of his son's quiet voice.But whenever she feels safe and relieved the stress is her own and only adoptive son,Clement.