#my other grandma got to meet a lot of her great grandchildren

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

This has been such a weird time of my life because my friends are having kids and I keep violently oscillating between “aw, wouldn’t that be cute for a kid if I had one?” And “I’m single and terrified of the idea of messing a kid up”

[mefiman]

Hamato Family’s First Visit to the Hidden City

Story request by @rottmntrulesall. Hope you enjoy the story, bud! ^^

"C'mon, everyone! Hurry up!" Michelangelo's impatience was obvious in his excitement. He and his siblings were finally going to show their dad's relatives for the first time to the Hidden City for two reasons; one: to view the many wonders of the other world and two: to have a formal, proper meeting with Draxum's parents. The latter part had instilled some unease into the Hamato siblings, especially Saki who was wary about stepping foot into a mysterious world and was about to see for himself the father and mother of the "monster" who altered his younger brother many years ago.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Hamato Kenji asked. Raphael glanced at his uncle, understanding his uncle's concerns. "We've been there a lot, Uncle Kenji! We did encounter a few dangers there before but other than that, the people there don't usually attack humans unless provoked." Raph assured his uncle.

"There are a lot of places to visit like the many resorts and spas if you want to have a massage and ooh, Señor Hueso's Run of the Mill Pizza where they make one of the best pizzas! I know the manager of that place, we're amigos~" Leonardo took the chance to quip in.

"I can't wait to see Grandpa Mons again! Wait till you guys meet him yourselves, he's the nicest, sweetest grandpa you'll ever meet! He's still as strong as he's gentle!" Mikey said happily.

"I wonder if Grandma Chemia has some wicked new inventions to show me!" Donatello exclaimed.

"This would be my first time seeing my grandparents, Arachne..." Ariadne whispered to her best friend, Arachne.

"You've never seen them before?" Her friend asked.

"Once when I was a baby... I haven't seen them for years." The yokai femme told Arachne.

"Alright, kids, you've shown us all that you're excited to bring us to visit the Hidden City, Mikey, can you open the portal now?" Splinter asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Mikey got to work quickly.

Draxum felt a tinge of anxiety inside himself. He could not recall the last time he visited his creators ever since he moved out of home to pursue his alchemy researching, away from his parents' constant arguments, half of which is about their preferred methods of raising him. It was a surprise how those two still manage to live under the same roof despite their obvious clashing personalities. He guessed that they tolerated each other just for his sake. His parents had never produced any more offspring after him and one of Arachne’s parents...

"Hey, are you okay, Dad?" A female voice asked him. Draxum jolted from his pondering to find that his daughter, Poison Ivy asking him out of concern. He just gave a small smile as he ran his clawed hands over her helmet. "Am fine, just thinking about your grandparents." He assured her. He marveled how Ivy much had grown from the last time he scientifically created her with his and Lou Jitsu's DNAs; she being so tiny as a developed newborn infant growing in a liquid chamber to a young lady around the boys' ages. From what he knew later on, Splinter raised her along with the Turtles. Ivy had lived her life at first as a normal human teenager until her yokai genes started appearing. The initial discovery of her origins did shake her world but over time, she had learnt to accept and use them to assist her brothers in their adventures. She was intelligent like Draxum and his mother with his father's gentle, mature nature as well as Splinter/Lou's sassiness. She loved to study on botany and coincidently, her powers involved using vines and summoning plant like monsters at will. She recently revealed her sexuality preference as a lesbian and had a girlfriend who is a fellow classmate and witch trainee/apprentice in disguise. Both her creators and siblings were happy for her. As of now, she was cradling her younger sister, Venus de Milo was giggling and squealing as April, Ariadne and Arachne cooed and tickled her belly.

The group watched Mikey draw a symbol on the wall at an alley. Once the symbol was drawn, an open portal revealed. The Hamato siblings' mouths went ajar, not believing what they just saw. "if you think that's mind blowing, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Mikey grinned. His three other brothers and the three girls each took hold of one of their Hamato uncles and aunts's hands. The moment they all jumped into that portal, they found themselves staring at a massive part of a what seemed to be a huge city. The sky above was unlike Earth's skies; instead it was orange with some brown. The architecture of the buildings there were monster shaped with some tall, castle like structures far away from the city. There were a lot of people of all shapes, sizes, colors and appearances walking, running, passing by each other, buying their needs or doing their usual business trades. The Turtle family allowed their Hamato relatives to take in their first view around them. Saki's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, he could not believe for his life what he was seeing. Anthropomorphic, mostly consisting of animal, everyday objects, monstrous and supernatural like individuals roamed every part of the streets around him, he felt as if he was having a strange dream that defied logic! Nori on the other hand, looked right and left, taking in interesting sights that captured her attention. Underneath a calm façade, Kenji was freaking out internally at the new, foreign view. Hiroki was squealing in delight similar to a child had just discovered a world made of toys and sweets. Her twin, Hikari was a bit calmer than his sister, feeling a thrill of danger running through his veins. Last but not least, the youngest Hamato sibling, Mei's stance looked poker face yet she looked around to see if there were any Gothic like people that she can interact with. The Turtles and the girls grinned, seeing the reactions of the others.

"What do you think? Surreal, huh?" They ask.

"Amazing.."

"Fascinating..."

"I can't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Someone please tell me that I'm dreaming..." Saki mumbled, still not believing.

"No, you're not," Draxum replied, going straight to the point with an indifferent expression. "May we please hurry to my parents' house, I bet they're waiting for our arrival..."

"Oh yeah!" Mikey clapped both his hands once. "Lead the way, Draxy!"

Draxum sighed as he took the lead of the group. Along the way, there were a few whispers around and behind Draxum coming from the city people but Splinter and Ivy took hold of both his hands and gave a comforting, assuring squeeze, making him feel better. Ariadne gave her uncle a comforting hand on to his shoulder. They were soon out of the main city square to a further distance into the woods. They had to climb up a hill for a while until they reached a big mansion residing there.

"We are here at last. My childhood home..." Draxum said, looking at the grassy, serene valley below, reminiscing the times where he as a little one ran galloping around the field, cartwheeling with glee among the flowers and his sire teaching him the basics on how to defend himself the predator way. Both father and son spend their days in the early years, sparring with each other...

"Draxum, my son!" The former alchemist warrior villain snapped out of his memories to find himself being engulfed into the arms of none other than his dear, loving old father, Monsrage who brought his only son into a crushing bear hug which knocked the wind out of his lungs. "How have you been, my little baby boy? It's rare that you visit us but it's so wonderful to see you bring your family along! How delightful!" the older yokai gushed, his bushy tail wagging with unlimited enthusiasm like an excited puppy. Monsrage was rather huge and muscular with perked up, pointy ears, silky straight black hair unchanged through time and a fairly long beard to match. Like Draxum before, he wore a battle mask. He had a significant dark upperlip. His body had different shades of blue just like his son, Draxum when he was armored. Monsrage's eyes were the same like Draxum's. His feet in particular, was a noticeable difference. Unlike his wife and son, his feet were shaped like a lion's paws, fitting for him coming from a predator species.

"Father, it's great to see you... but can you please let go now? I can't breathe..." Draxum choked out, being smothered by his sire's busty chest. Monsrage immediately loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while checking to see if he had accidently broken any of his son's bones. Draxum shook his head, smiling a little. His sire had never changed all these years, still a concerned worrywart. And he bet his mother had not either...

Chemia on the other hand, was greeting the rest of the visitors with feverish energy. She was a redhead with shades of pink for her skin colour and her ears, long and drooped. Her eyes had a little twinkle in them, a part of her eccentric personality and plump, red lips. Like her husband, she wore a mask. Donnie, April, Arachne and Ivy were given a whirlwind hug the moment they came in front of her. Monsrage went back to the mansion with his son to give the new visitors, the Hamatos, April, and Arachne a warm greeting as well as welcome his beloved grandchildren with his signature bear hug and proceed to pepper their faces with smooches which they were delighted to have especially Mikey, Ariadne, Ivy and Venus. Monsrage and Chemia ushered them all into their humble abode. The Hamatos were initially skeptical about meeting Draxum's family but they were soon warmed up to them. Later on, the mansion was filled with guffaws of laughter as Monsrage showed them all baby pictures of his son which embarrased the poor warrior scientist. Donnie, April and Ivy were treated to Grandma Chemia's latest creations. Monsrage himself had a blast, playing with Venus and sparring with the Turtles and the girls. Arachne was delighted to meet her grandparents as a young adolescent, telling them about her achievements, adventures and that her own parents are doing well. The Hamatos became comfortable talking with Draxum's parents over some snack delicacies. Overall, everyone had a wonderful time at the Hidden City.

I had fun writing this! Was tiring but oh so worth it.

The Hamato siblings (minus Lou/Splinter) and Venus de Milo belong to @rottmntrulesall while Ariadne and Arachne are the OCs of @mikeykawaii/@mikey-ho. Monsrage, Chemia and Poison Ivy along with the mention of the witch girlfriend belong to me, @mefiman. I hope you don’t mind me incorporating your girls into this story, @mikeykawaii but I’ve been dying to add them in, especially Ari meeting her grandparents! ^^ 

[mattholicguilt]

cats in the cradle by Duck_Life

Fandoms: Supernatural [Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply] Words: 1,745

Tags: Claire Novak & Patience Turner, Cats, Psychic Abilities, Grandparents & Grandchildren, Friendship, Found Family, claire novak will see a stray animal and be like, is anyone gonna project onto this, and not wait for an answer

Summary: Claire helps Patience hone her abilities. Patience helps Claire track down a cat.

Written for SPN Women Week Day 1. Prompt: "skills"

Bub is missing again.

“Bub” is the name of a mean stray cat missing a chunk from his ear. Claire’s been leaving cat food out for the ugly old thing for weeks now, and whenever he doesn’t come running she panics.

So, for the third time, Patience finds herself enlisted in the search for a cat that Claire doesn’t even technically own. “If it’s gonna bother you this much every time,” Patience says, “why don’t you just take it in? You know, get him his shots, a collar, a microchip.”

Claire makes a face at her before turning back to look at the road. She’s been driving around the neighborhood slowly, scoping out every shrub and checking under every parked car. “Bub doesn’t want to be chained down,” she explains. “He’s a free spirit.”

Alright, well, Patience is too tired to unpack that right now. She lets it lie and looks out the passenger’s side window, alert for any signs of movement. “Maybe he was never a stray at all,” she tries, “and his owner finally tracked him down and brought him home.”

“Do you know that?” Claire asks.

Claire’s always asking if Patience knows things— what happened on Jody’s date last weekend, what Dean’s middle name is, whether or not Alex is the one who ate the last ice cream sandwich in the freezer. Patience keeps trying to explain that she can only see the future. “Psychic” might be a misnomer— her abilities are precognitive, not telepathic.

She basically gets previews, little spoilers about what’s to come. And though she’s been working at it, she can’t seem to get her psychic abilities to do the kind of reading and divination her grandma could do. She gets glimpses with no context, no backstory.

Missouri Moseley could walk into a room and feel every ounce of heartbreak, grief, hope and faith in the people standing there. Patience can barely pick up on it when Alex and Claire are pissed at each other.

Still, Claire brings her along whenever the cat goes missing. Seems to think her ESP can home in on missing animals. Patience keeps telling her otherwise, and yet here she is, once again. That’s the trouble with having no social life and no better plans.

Maybe she should join a book club.

Claire rounds the corner, eyes darting around for any sight of the mangy cat. The first time Bub vanished from Claire’s sight, all the neighbors seemed intent to help. They explained they hadn’t seen the cat, but hoped Claire would find him soon and offered baked goods and platitudes in the meantime.

But these things have an expiration date. You can only lose the cat so many times before the routine gets old and the neighbors lose interest.

“My educated guess ?” Patience sighs. “The cat’ll come back when it gets hungry. Just like before.”

Claire makes a tch sound and mouths “educated guess” under her breath. Apparently, because Patience is psychic she’s supposed to be omniscient. “So which is it?” Claire says. “Is he back with his ‘real’ owners or is he going to come home when he gets hungry?”

“Don’t be a jerk,” Patience says. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m helping you.”

“... Yeah. You are,” Claire says, ducking her head. “Sorry.” Her eyes scan the road ahead, looking for the telltale streak of a cat darting out from under a parked car or vanishing around a tree trunk. Still nothing. “Hey, Patience the Pet Psychic,” Claire says. “You should write that down, that’d be a great children’s book.”

“Very funny,” Patience says, rolling her eyes. She’s silent for a few moments and then says, “Cla-aire the Monster Slayer.”

“That doesn’t really rhyme.”

“Sure it does.”

When the sky darkens and the streetlights flick on, Claire drives them back to the house, Bub-less and dejected. “I’m sure he’s fine,” Patience tries.

Claire bunches her shoulders, the collar of her leather jacket looking like a cat’s raised hackles. Maybe, Patience thinks, that’s the connection— Claire in many ways resembles an angry cat. She and Bub might be kindred spirits.

“I’m just tired,” Claire says, yanking the keys out of the ignition. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Patience considers pointing out that Claire could at least ask instead of just assuming , considers reminding Claire that she has her own life outside of playing “pet psychic.”

But she doesn’t actually have anything to do tomorrow. Or the rest of the week. And as futile as it feels riding around looking for a runaway cat, it is something to do. And it makes Claire feel better.

And… straining her psychic muscles to pick up on any trace of the old tomcat is at least better than doing nothing and letting her abilities degrade. Over the last year, she’s been trying to find ways to train her brain, shape her psychic visions into something useful.

Jody’s supportive, but she, like most people, doesn’t know anything about being psychic. Kaia’s got a fraught relationship with her own special skills and usually chooses not to talk to Patience about seeing the future, and Alex is so entrenched in nursing and hunting that the few “normal” moments she gets at home are devoted to unwinding and relaxing.

Which makes Claire Patience’s most ardent supporter in developing her psychic abilities. A very grouchy, blonde and mostly clueless Yoda. What she lacks in background knowledge she makes up for in persistence.

“Hey, Patience, guess which hand?” Claire will ask, holding the last fortune cookie behind her back. “Hey, Patience, what number am I thinking of?” Claire will ask, perched on the arm of the couch. “Hey, Patience, heads or tails?” Claire will ask, flipping a coin to catch it in midair.

That’s not how it works. That’s not how any of it works— Patience can’t predict things at will. Her psychic visions operate on a schedule of their own, with no concern for Patience’s own convenience or comfort. One minute, she’s watching shitty reality TV while Alex nods off on her shoulder. The next, she’s watching Jody narrowly avoid being bitten by a vampire.

It’s a lot different from just guessing a coin toss. Still. Patience can’t help but think that her grandma would’ve passed all of Claire’s little tests with flying colors.

That night, Patience doesn’t dream about anything— at least, not anything useful. She has an anxiety dream about being lost in Aldi, roaming the aisles with increasing frustration. But nothing about the future. Nothing about Bub the cat.

She’s pouring herself a bowl of cereal when Claire stomps inside, the porch door swinging shut behind her. “Still gone,” she says darkly, grabbing the cereal box and her own bowl. “Food hasn’t been touched.”

“Claire,” Patience says, “why don’t we just go to the SPCA? You can get yourself a cat that’s not, you know—”

“What? Not damaged? Not a lost cause? Not hard to love?”

Whoa, Patience wants to say. “A cat that’s not missing ,” she finishes. “We can get him his shots and a collar and everything.”

“I don’t— I don’t just want some random cat,” Claire says. “I want to find Bub. I want… I want to find him and bring him home. I have to bring him home.”

“I know,” Patience says, and just like that she does . She does know.

She knows everything, feels everything, the aching loss in Claire’s bones that’s both recent and so, so old. Memories of Claire hitchhiking and stealing and conning her way through the country, desperately chasing a mother who was desperately chasing a dead man. Jimmy Novak’s voice in her head, his face seen through Claire’s eyes, Please, Castiel, take me. Just take me. Again, his forehead pressed to hers, Take care of your mom, okay, bub?

Bub.

Patience looks at Claire. Sees her, in a way she hasn’t been able to see anyone before. “Bub… ‘bub’ is what your dad used to call you.”

Claire squints at her. “Uh. Yeah,” she says. “Wait, I didn’t… I didn’t tell you that.”

“No,” Patience breathes, meeting her eyes across the kitchen, “you didn’t.”

Slowly, a grin spreads across Claire’s face. “Holy shit , Patience, you just… ? You just did that. You, like, read me.”

“I, uh, I didn’t know. That I could do that,” Patience says, caught between marveling at this new development and feeling self-conscious at intruding on Claire’s emotions and her past.

Claire doesn’t seem put off at all. She’s actually bouncing with excitement. “We gotta test this out. Oh my God. It’s like a whole new Pokemon evolution for you.”

“It’s not really. Like that. In any way.”

But Claire is already humming the Pokemon theme song. She grabs her car keys. “Alright, well, let’s go look for that cat. I’ve got a good feeling about today.”

“I read you, Claire, that doesn’t mean I can read the cat,” Patience reminds her.

“Yeah, yeah, but you can still help me look,” Claire says. “I don’t need your third eye, just the two on your face.”

“That’s… yeah, fine,” Patience acquiesces. To be honest, she’s buzzing with the knowledge of what she can do with her powers. If Claire’s happy to be her test subject, she’ll spend all day with the girl. “Just let me grab a coffee.”

“Ooh, me too. Wait!” She wiggles her fingers toward Patience. “Do you Know how I like my coffee?”

“Half-and-half. And enough sugar to kill you,” Patience reels off. “But that’s not because I’m psychic. I’ve just seen you fix yourself coffee before.”

“Y’know, I think the line between ‘psychic’ and ‘observant’ is thinner than you might think.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Patience says, and then pretends to stumble backward toward the table, overacting the part. “Oh, oh, I’m having a vision… I see you … making coffee for us…”

Claire rolls her eyes, but she dutifully sets her keys down and busies herself with getting the travel mugs out. “That’s not gonna work for everything, you know.”

“Aaah I see you bringing Jody’s suit to the dry cleaners next week. I also see you driving me to the science museum.”

“Hilarious.”

Patience smiles at her. It’s nice to have someone else get excited about her powers. It’s nice to be allowed to be excited about this, to learn a new skill and have it mean something good to someone besides herself. She doesn’t feel like a freak or a failure. She just feels… like a psychic.

She feels like her grandma would be proud.

[abovethesmokestacks]

hi!!! first off, wanna say you guys have done such a good job with all the requests, they've all been so amazing. i don't know if this fits, but if you would, then just imagine bucky celebrating his first thanksgiving after he resets in tws? and maybe he finds out his sister is still alive and they celebrate thanksgiving together one more time?

Moodboard-tober 22

He couldn’t believe he was here. Couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The long dining table was littered with dishes of all sizes and cuisines, surrounded on all sides by a gigantic family - so big they didn’t all fit at one table.

His family.

Again, he steals a glance to his left, trying again to convince himself that he wasn’t trapped in a dream.

But there was his sister. The little sister he had pestered and teased his entire life; his entire conscious life, that is.

Her hair was wispy and white, skin smattered with wrinkles that proved she’d had many happy years - 95 of them, to be exact. But those hazel eyes were the exact same of the Becca he’d hugged goodbye when he’d been deployed, when she was only 24.

In the time he’d been through hell, Becca had thrived. A happy marriage, a long career as a social worker, three devoted children. Widowed for a decade, she still shined amongst her family. The beloved matriarch.

He’d tracked her down after escaping D.C. - called her shortly after. The shock was massive, but he was received with warmth and teary greetings. Against his better judgement he told her everything. How his death hadn’t been the real story, the years Bucky had lost that the Winter Soldier had taken up. The bad he’d done. How tortured his mind was. Forever his confidante, there wasn’t another person on this earth who he would have bared his soul to. And she listened to it all. A thousand promises of discretion later, he’d agreed to travel to America’s heartland for Thanksgiving.

To say the least, the day had been surreal.

Her eldest daughter, Mary, hosted the family in her home while the other daughter, Debra,  helped host and cook. Upon walking in the door, Bucky had been. . . overwhelmed. Over 30 people were packed into every nook and cranny and he had half a mind to turn tail and run. People of all ages milled about as he shuffled uncomfortably on the doormat.

But then Robert - his nephew - had rounded the corner, helping Becca stay steady as she walked without the cane she usually sported. On seeing her smile, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. And Becca stuck to his side like glue the entire day.

Everyone chuckles at the awkward introduction of ‘Uncle Bucky’, as his nieces and nephew were biologically much older than him - even some of their children had aged more than he. Bucky laughed himself as one of Mary’s children was introduced as James with the sheepish confession that he was named in Bucky’s honor. Named in his honor and he’d seen more years than Bucky had himself. Overall, the “kids” were enthusiastic to finally meet this uncle they’d heard so many stories of, who they’d grown up revering and admiring as a hero.

Becca’s great-great grandchildren - the oldest having just graduated high school and the youngest not even a year old - fawned over him. The younger tikes tried to get him to wrestle, to which Bucky quietly and politely refused. But when the 3-year-old girl with giant blue eyes that looked so much like his own crawled up on his knee... who was he to say no to a mini tea party?

“Buck?” He turns to his sister automatically, her voice may shake with her age, but it sounded the same in his ears. She smiles. “You alright? I know this is... a lot.”

The compassion in her pinched face causes emotion to well in his throat. She had always been able to read him so well.

He squeezes his fingers gently around her hand - a hand that had not let him go since she’d hugged him in the entryway. Speaking over his great-great niece who had fallen asleep on his lap, he rasps, “I’m okay, Bec. But thanks for asking. It is a lot, but...” he surveys the pure chaos of the room, “it’s good. Your life has been good.”

She feebly squeezes his hand back.

“Pie?” A relative whose name he’s forgotten offers and Becca answers affirmatively for the both of them. The boy - boy wasn’t an appropriate word for a great-nephew that was probably closer to physical age to Bucky - smiled and put the pieces down before running a hand along his grandmother’s shoulder. “It’s Grandma Winnie’s recipe. My mom wanted me to be sure to tell you.”

Bucky’s voice completely closes up at this revelation, eyes hazy as he stares down at the slice of pecan pie in front of him.

“Mama made sure to teach my girls her recipe before she passed,” Becca whispers, her thumb swiping soothing strokes to Bucky’s trembling hand. “The kids loved her so much.”

“And all these kids love you,” Bucky offers.

Serenely, she looks around the room. “I love them with my whole heart. And I always made sure you were real to them, too. Even when they told us you were lost, you were still in my heart.” Weary eyes turn back to his. “You were the voice in my head telling me not to keep pushing when life got tough. The one who told me to follow my dreams when Ma and Pa told me to be practical. The voice that told me to eat the damn cookies because I could.”

Bucky allows himself to dissolve into giggles with her. 

“I missed you, Buck. I’m glad I don’t have to miss you anymore.”

Before he can come up with words, a voice from down the table shouts his name. “Uncle Bucky! Grandma Becca told us you broke a vase in 1929 and blamed it on her - what’s your side of the story?”

Mock outrage is quick to come to his tongue for the first time in half a decade. “Bec, have you been lying to your children for the last 60 years?”

Hooting and hollering fills the room and Bucky starts the familiar story, his little sister’s hand still nestled in his.

moodboard by abovethesmokestacks

drabble by @hispeculiartreasure

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[kkwritr]

‘what is grief but love persevering’.

I haven’t written in maybe two years and approach writing for catharsis again with a careful caution. I contemplated a lot where I write this, and whether I share it. Writing and hosting it on Tumblr, a place I grew up and enjoyed some of the most wholesome, care-free years of my early adult life feels fitting as we talk about grief. Reason being, I’ve recently been grieving the loss of who I was before my late twenties. And whilst navigating the grief of a former happier, less fatigued and traumatised me, I lost my grandmother.

A few months ago, Vision said in Marvel’s WandaVision: ‘What is grief but love persevering’, and the quote stuck with me. It’s been one I’ve thought about often this past week. To grieve is to be sad, to mourn the loss of something or someone you love, it leaves a void of the former and an empty hollowness. But that love perseveres. And feeling this sadness just means that there was love to begin with, so much love, and here you are holding onto it. There’s kindness and warmth in this.

Hey Shona

My Grandma battled a series of aches in life, beyond sickness and ailments, she was a woman who stood graciously in the face of immense adversity, hurt and pain. In her final years, as she began deteriorating in front of us, during her last visit to London, I sat with her and asked if I could ask her about her life and record it. She agreed and I recorded hours of conversations. We laughed, we sat solemnly, I teased her, she scolded me, we didn’t cry, but it was cathartic and my cloud now holds this tender moment memorialised for her family and future great-grandchildren to enjoy.

She told me in said interview that her husband, my grandad, a young man from a neighbouring bari had declared to her pre marriage, ‘Hey Shona, did you hear? I want to marry you’. I swooned, and asked her whether that made her heart race, or whether she felt funny in her stomach (I couldn’t translate the feeling of butterflies in Bangla) and she told me off saying ‘you don’t need to know, go and find your own man instead of asking me such personal questions about mine’. I laughed because she is exactly where I get my sass from.  

We worried that she would pass earlier this year during a sudden bout of sickness and hospitalisation. I remember frantically driving to her, a few hours away from London. I was fortunate enough to spend the night sat by her, just the two of us. Our last real Nani/Khadijah moment. She was coherent enough for us to stay up talking. We wrote and drew a family tree together, she remembered the names of her family, distant and close, and told me stories about all of them. I wrote everything down and she asked me to turn it into a small book and share it with the others so we could look at it from time to time after she passes and remember her. I told her I would. (She also pushed me to get my nose pierced, I told her I’d think about it as I have a nose insecurity. I now think I may do it in her memory, although I’m sad she won’t be able to see and enjoy it and also compliment me lol).

Fast forward to a few days ago, my entire family got to spend a few hours with her before the burial. She lay in the middle of the room looking like she was asleep. Cosy almost, shrouded in white. Her face quite literally was illuminated with noor. I never understood what was meant by the deceased having noor until I saw it. The months leading up to her death, she kept saying she was ready to meet Allah SWT. And whilst we can’t say for sure, I have a resounding calmness and confidence in knowing she is happy with her Lord and surrounded by the Angels iA.

Adulting in death

I’ve described navigating a sudden bereavement as something that forces you to grow up. I’ve emerged from this week a more grown up and mature me. You’re forced to deal with life (and death) administration, to manage others’ grief whilst trying to manage your own, you juggle your responsibilities and figure out how to pause them, all the while, you try to maintain a spiritual high. Being strong for my mum who was rendered a child who just wanted her mum, calling my aunty to tell her her mother had died, and then having to break the news to tiny children who won’t get to see grandma again, these are conversations we are never ready to have, and there is no way to do it without feeling like you completely messed it up.

There are hundreds of other moments in the days that follow that you are met with, and each feels like you fumbled it, or as if you are emotionally drained and have nothing to give to all your loved ones who are grieving too. And then…

A full tank

… your tank is filled.

My heart this week has been a tank; empty, drained, tired, hollow, numb – and then, the outpour of love from every single friend, family member, loved one, acquaintance, mutual, colleague, sister and brother fills it up. Ounce by ounce, some litre by litre, others in the galleons to the point it over spills.

The ‘how many Juz’s do you need me to read’, the ‘I’ll have one khatam completed for you by tomorrow’, the ‘I’ll sort out your car’, the ‘this is how you apply for an assignment extension’, the ‘do you need me to bring food’, the ‘I’m praying for your mum’, the ‘what do you need from me’, the ‘don’t hesitate, please tell me’, the ‘I love you’s’, ‘please stay hydrated’, ‘I’m supporting and adore you’, ‘I’m holding you’. All of it. Every single text, every (missed) call, voice note, every ‘I’m just checking in’, every ‘no pressure to reply but I’m here and I’m praying for you all’ – they filled up the tank. In turn, this allowed me to be present for my family the way I needed to be, because I was being held up elsewhere.

Throughout this grief, I haven’t been able to sleep, and yesterday was my first day back home, away from my family - my friend stayed with me on the phone until five, discussing this grief and life and death, love and healing and we shared stories of our grandmothers until finally I was tired enough to fall asleep without getting lost in my head.

The way we love, comes back to us. Wholly, fully, completely - It always comes back. The same way my Grandma was loved and her face shone with noor, I’ve been glowing in the love of others this week. And thus, my navigating this grief was bearable. Cripplingly sad, (I honestly have no more tears left to cry) but bearable.

Life resumes

Such is life that the world goes on after death and loss. Inevitably our loved ones are left behind but stay in our memories and hearts and we go on. In the moving forward, may the love always remain. May we remain soft, thoughtful and kind, and remember this life is short and this world isn’t it. This world is a number of days, every whim, every desire, every hope that fails, every struggle we get lost in, every ache we are convinced will finish us, it’s all but a matter of days. Forever is promised, but this isn’t it. But here’s to the forever and getting there, with everyone we love. Until then, bittersweetly, life resumes.

[emilycollins00]

A3 actors! Stage for two

Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Citron x Reader

Themes: Crushes / Entertainment

There were two noticeable things the workers from the shopping district of Veludo Way could say about Y/N with absolutely certainty; One, you would go out of your way to help anyone in need and two, you had a humongous crush on the extravagant and lovable Citron from Mankai. 

"Morning my dearest ladies! I have come to find the best products in the city" the young man arrived with his hands already full of bags, smiling at both you and your mother. Looks like it was his turn to do shopping although he pretty much spent his morning around the district anyway. 

"Oh, you flatterer" your mom scolded him but laughed delighted, visibly loving the words “What can we get for you today?” 

Even as you took out some new boxes from inside the store, and therefore only showing your back, you could still feel the heat in your cheeks spreading by the sound of his voice "Fufu, I see lovely Y/N at the store today!" 

You laughed nervously, not expecting to be noticed “M-morning, Citron!” you turned to greet him while wishing you had at least brought another shirt on this very hot day. It was only midday and you were already sweating. 

It had turned into a custom for some time now for the blond foreigner to visit the shops, becoming in no time the idol of the district. He was usually found helping the old owners and grandmas with heavy tasks or just chatting around with everyone. At times he even displayed some street acts which also helped attract clients. “So, do you have any performance for us today?”

"Ah, I’m afraid this time the tail of wonders will have to wait as I’m in a hurry for food”” 

"You meant a tale, didn’t you?" The owner of the bakery in front of your shop, a man in his fifties laughed noisy but genuinely "I swear… don't know how you can still make understandable sentences, boy" 

Citron smiled, placing one of his hands over his chest "Yes, the Japanese language is tricky Ookami-san! Perhaps I could reach you some tongue twister from my native country for a friendly competition” 

The old baker laughed again, not bothering to correct him "I'd like that! I'm sure we could have a good time"

"Here you go Citron-san" your mother called him as she handed you the big bag "I added a few products we just got this morning, enjoy them with everyone at Mankai" 

"You are too generous, ma’am. I’ll make sure everyone tastes the deliciousness you provided for us” 

“Her- uh, Here you go Citron” you looked up to see if he would take his order when you found him staring at you with a warm, gorgeous smile. 

“Honda-san just told me you went this morning to help her cleaning the store, yes?” you nodded shortly, mentally face palming yourself. Why did he always ended up knowing what were you doing? No, why did everyone decided they needed to play cupid for you? 

“Please do ask for me if you do again hard work. I will happily go with you” he kept talking earnestly. Your mouth opened and closed with no words coming out of it. You cursed your blank state of mind around him. 

“I, um will. Yes. I’ll call. You, I mean. Uh… Thanks”

“No, thank you, miss Y/N. Hope you have an enjoyable day” 

You both bowed, managing to exchange a normal farewell. As he left, you couldn’t help but stare longingly at his back. Once he wasn't visible anymore, you let out a brief sight. All the tension you had contained leaving your body. 

"Oh come on, Y/N, you should have at least asked him how was his day" 

"Mom!"

"Still becoming a mess when Citron appears in front of them, uh?" one of your usual clients, an old lady living not far, smiled sympathetically at your mother. A few other laughed agreeing with the comment.

"No man like that stays single for long, Y/N. Even I fell for his personality and looks after the first time I saw him" Ookami crossed his arms in serious thought.

You groaned frustrated "Could everyone stop talking as if I wasn't here, please?" you got comments like that every time Citron came. And he came by A LOT.

"We are just saying, honey" your mother cleaned her hands and put a hand on your shoulder "Citron-san is a wonderful man and you yourself are a lovely and reliable person. If you like him that much, you should try to ask him go somewhere together"

"Yeah, I'm sure he'd be delighted to go anywhere"

"Right, last time as he helped me carry the new furniture to my house he saw the Kokeshi Doll I bought in Kyoto for my grandchildren, and his eyes went wide"

“Ah, but Kyoto is too far, don’t you think?”

"Oh, that's right you went to visit your sister! How's she?"

Everyone finally seemed to leave the topic of your living crush behind, so you went on to prepare the orders of the new coming clients.

It was not as if you liked evolving into a tomato whenever you saw Citron. His gentle mannerisms and way of talking just marvelled you and you found too endearing whenever he misspoke a word and laughed at it rather than becoming frustrated. Before you knew it, every time you started talking with him you couldn’t even look directly at his eyes without making a fool of yourself.

Also, he was one of the most good-looking people you had seen.

                                      .......................………………….

Next day, Citron arrived earlier than he usually did. He had a bunch of posters so it was most likely they had a new performance approaching and everyone at the theatre started publiciting again.

“This is beautibul Citron-san! Which turn is it, Summer troupe right?” your mother took one and posted on the walk of the store “Those kids are genuily adorable”

He nodded proudly “Yes, Sakyo asked me to come and prepare a few acts while I was delivering our publicity. Also because I failed lottery for choosing pairs I was hoping I could find a another one for today’s act” he looked at you, awaiting for what you thought was a confirmation from your part.

Oh?

Oh, no. You laughed looking around for some hole to hide in. He couldn't POSSIBLY be asking you. Even Ookami-san would do a better job.

“Please Y/N, I am in real need of imittance”

Just how did this person come up with such complex words?! “…you mean assistance?”

“Yes, that is correct!” he walked behind you and push you in the middle of the street “Don’t worry, I’m a professional. We’ll have a very good time!”

“Please Citron, I-“

“Oh my, what a wonderful vision has appeared in my sight! If it’s not the goddess of my dreams!" his loud voice caught many casual strollers, stopping to take a look at what was going to happen. You on the other hand, wanted to be able to turn invisible. You couldn’t talk normally to him on a good day. How could you make a good acting partner?

"A street act?"

"Seems like it. Wanna watch?"

"Ey, he's a member of the Mankai theatre! I saw their last performance; they are crazy good!"

You stood there in silence, still not knowing what to do. Suddenly, the foreigner took both of your hands and leaned closer. Great, now besides wanting to turn invisible, you also started wishing your hands stopped sweating so much.

"Since the first time we met, your self has run through my mind day and night, I can’t stop these feelings anymore!” he let go of your hands as he opened his arms, going on a monologue that you tried to follow, but ultimately failed. You saw from the corner of your eye your mom and everyone else invested in the performance.

“…and so, will you do me honour of accompanying me tonight to a tour over the river, to enjoy the gazing of the stars together?"

Everyone's faces turned to you, waiting in anticipation. What were you supposed to say? "I, ah… yes, I’ll go to the river with you" 

“Thank you for granting this poor dreamer his wish. My eternal heart is to you” he kneeled and kissed the back of your hand.

 A few seconds later, Citron got up and bowed. Not surprisingly, the crowd burst in applauses. There were some who were even whistling. 

“That was amazing!”

“Oh god, how can someone be so charming!” 

True to many comments, one of the few times when the foreigner seemed to concentrate better on using words was on his performances. Of course, this one hadn’t been an exception. 

“Sweetie that was amazing!” your mother clapped her hands as she walked to you “Such a romantic act, Citron-san is a very good actor”

As some of the people from the district called you out trying to poke fun at you or just to say you did good, you looked at the other big gathering crowd were Citron was, at the moment, greeting and sharing posters. At one point, you both exchanged glanced, him winking at your direction. You blushed furiously. Just what had happened? 

After the multitude left, you heard the young man calling for you. The thumping you had managed to calm down started racing at full speed “So, Miss Y/N” he pronounced your name tenderly “I assume I could meet as we said for a walk over the river tonight?”

What?

"U-uh? Wasn’t that the…? I mean, you usually- Uh?"

"Every act we actors perform hides some truth or desire in it" he winked at you again. You wished he didn't. It wasn't good for your heart "I was hoping we could make it true"

You stopped working. Feeling his grey eyes still on you, you remember an answer was supposed to happen so you tried to nod, knowing if you opened your mouth something wrong would come out of it.

Citron blinded you with the biggest smile you had seen him "Wonderful! I hope picking you would be alright, yes?" you nodded again, still not saying a word. He laughed taking your hand, similar at how he had done in the street act "Then, until tonight arrives, lovely lady"

You didn't know how your legs didn't gave up before you walked inside your house. One thing was certain thought.

You were sure you had been picked up by a prince in disguise.

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I had so much fun writing this Citron oneshot. I feel like he doesn’t really have filtrer or at least, he doesn’t feel like using it most of the time but well, it’s hilarious I guess it’s okay. He’s indeed a key character in Mankai. 

Hope you guys liked it! Have a wonderful day!

[purplesurveys]

1213

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celsius)? Nah. The coldest I’ve experienced was probably something like 10 or 11ºC, when I was in Japan. At the time I still didn’t care too much for traveling and ended up being really underdressed for the weather, so I was extremely uncomfortable the whole time we were roaming around the city. Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? LOL yes, notably on the last night of my college internship. My car was parked in another building so I had to walk outdoors, when all of a sudden it fucking poured. I ran to the nearest building for shelter but I was still absolutely drenched and ended up having to call my mom (who works in the same city) to ask her to come pick me up.

What’s your favorite macaron flavor? Chocnut or milk chocolate.

How often do you have friends over to your house? Once in a blue moon. I had my ex over all the time but since then I’ve only had one friend - Angela - come over once.

Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally? I mean, we’re very open with each other with regard to our frustrations at work.  That could technically count as unprofessional but I’m honestly just glad we don’t have to be fake around one another and pretend like everything’s dandy.

How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? Just once, for my dad’s birthday. We stayed in Tagaytay for a weekend though we Airbnb’d a condo unit and not a hotel.

Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? Nah. I could try but I’m too afraid of not being able to support myself and accidentally breaking my neck or something.

What about a flip off of a diving board? Nope.

Are you embarrassed by your school yearbook photos? No. I barely look at them and I’m sure people barely look at yearbooks too.

Who taught you to tie your shoelaces? My grandma.

Currently how many pictures are on your cellphone? 8,067. There used to be around 10,000 but I had a ‘huge’ deleting spree that brought it down to around 6,000 – but clearly I’ve brought it back up again lol.

Do you think dimples are cute? Yes, super.

Would you rather chew fruity or minty gum? It’s whatever. They all lost their taste anyway.

The last time you went to the mall, who did you go with? Just me. That’s usually the case nowadays.

What’s something you used to collect when you were younger? Pogs.

Have you watched a movie today? I haven’t watched a movie since like September.

Aside from your own, whose house did you last set foot into? Angela’s, but it was super brief as I only went in to greet her parents.

Do you love soft pretzels? Yep, that’s how I prefer my pretzels as well.

Who was the last person who cried around you? Why did they start crying? Was it unexpected? I really have no clue. I haven’t been around too many people in such a long time, much less people who’ve cried in front of me. I want to say maybe Gabie???? during one of our last meet-ups. The name feels so foreign now.

Are you more likely to like someone before you really know them, or do you feel you like them more after you know a lot about them? After.

Do you buy people cards on special occasions, or do you prefer to make your own? Giving people cards isn’t much of a tradition here. We’d much rather get you a physical gift altogether.

When was the last time you were being hypocritical? I probably do it without realizing, so I can’t say exactly when.

Where on your body was the last cramp you had? Why did you have this cramp? Fortunately I haven’t had one in a while but I usually get cramps on my neck and shoulders after a whole day at work.

What is the weirdest name you’ve ever heard? My sister went to school with this girl whose name was her surname in reverse.

Do you get embarrassed when people hear you sing/compliment you on your singing ability? If so, why is that? Yeah. I’m not confident in my singing, so I never sing around people and it would embarrass me if I was ever caught/heard.

Are you good at comforting people when they’re upset? I try to be. It works for some people.

Do you have any exercises you do everyday? Nah.

Do you own one of those singing fish? Do you think they are silly or funny? I don’t know what this is referring to.

Has anyone ever accused you of being bipolar or any other mental disorder? Do you really have any mental disorders? No one has accused me; at least not to my face. As for the second question, I’m sure I have one or two; I’ve just never gotten myself professionally checked.

Did you buy the last thing you bought with your own money? If not, whose money did you buy it with? Yabu because I was craving; paid with my own money. It actually feels pretty weird because Yabu had been mine and my ex’s thing, and I haven’t had their food since the breakup. I’m looking forward to having it again tonight and finally changing the narrative for it.

Do you like to put your feet up on the dashboards of cars? Do you parents yell at you if you do that in cars? I don’t like to do it but I’ll sometimes do it if I wanna feel relaxed. No, it wouldn’t bother them too much.

Which Beatle is your favorite, or do you love them all equally? I don’t listen to them.

Do you enjoy classic rock? If so, who are some of your favorite classic rock artists? Not really, but I have nothing against it.

Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? Yep.

Are you more of a dog or cat person? Dog.

Have you ever failed math? Just the advanced courses, like calculus, back in high school. I find math pretty fun and easy if I get the topic and know the formulas; but if I find something hard, it’s very difficult for me to keep up. There’s really no in between haha I either pass with flying colors or absolutely flop.

Skittles! What's your favorite color? Whichever’s not too sour. Idk, I never buy Skittles.

Have you ever had a dream of stabbing someone? Nope but I used to have nightmares of watching my loved ones get shot.

What would you want your last words to be if you could choose them? That I had fun.

Can you sleep with the light on? Only if I’m pissed tired. Otherwise bright lights would bother me.

What’s the most bizarre horror movie you’ve ever seen? I know my answer won’t count as it doesn’t technically fall under horror, but Eraserhead was just very bizarre and unsettling. I’ve never seen the whole film without pausing several times.

What band can’t you stand listening to? Again, this probably won’t count as they’re a boy band/group more than anything, but I cannot stand The Vamps.

Would you ever take a lie detector test for your significant other? Yeah, sure, I guess, for fun. I think those are mostly bullshit anyway so I’ll only take a test with bullshit questions as well.

What is your favorite Mystery/Crime/FBI related show? Those genres never really were my cup of tea.

Would you ever have a bird as a pet? We had two lovebirds some years ago. They were lovely, but idk if we’d do it again. No reason, just that we prefer dogs.

How's your relationship between you and your grandparents? It’s great, even with my maternal grandpa who’s already passed. But I’m well aware of the fact that they’re also a bit wary of me since I’m the most vocal and outspoken of all their grandchildren, whereas they’re intensely conservative and traditional. Still, I always feel their love, especially through food and how they always make sure to stuff me whenever I come over haha.

Ever had a forbidden love or lover? In a sense, yeah. I was in a same-sex relationship that I hid from my family for four years.

Have you ever had to speak at a funeral?  I’ve never been to a funeral but I doubt I could speak at one without breaking down.

Do you know someone who’s been cremated?  Yes, my grandpa was cremated.

What is your current problem?  Just some deliverables at work that I would rather not think about now.

Do you like canopy beds?  Eh, I don’t mind them.

What is your favorite animated movie?  Toy Story.

Would you rather live in a small town or a big city?  Big city. I need lots of noise, lots of activity and lights where I live. I’ve lived in suburban neighborhoods all my life and I would love a change in pace.

If you could summon any animal to come to your rescue, what animal would it be and why?  Idk.

Have you ever watched The Golden Girls?  I’ve watched snippets and it’s HILARIOUS. I’ve always wanted to start the series but never knew where to watch it.

Did you ever like the Ninja Turtles? Was never into it, no.

Last alcoholic drink you had?  Peach soju and plum soju that got me absolutely hammered.

What are you known for?  These days, probably for doing an extreme 180 and having my life be all about BTS now.

Has anyone ever threatened you?  Yes.

Have you ever gone frog hunting?  No? Doesn’t sound like my type of activity at all.

Do you ever suffer from dry skin?  Yeah my face is a little dry, but I don’t think it’s something I ‘suffer’ from since no issues have come out of it so far. It’s just the way it is.

Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal?  Not a stuffed animal but I need to hug a pillow to fall asleep.

What’s the weather like right this moment?  It’s weather that says “it’s gonna get really hot in an hour or so” and I’m not enjoying that very much.

Do you bite on straws, lollipop handles, or ice cream sticks?  If there’s no trash can around, I tend to.

In what type of area was your first sexual encounter?  It was in a hotel.

Where is your mother’s side of the family descended from?  Just somewhere in the Philippines.

What do you occupy your time with on flights?  I’m honestly really happy with just staring out the window. If not that, I bring something to read or listen to music. I haven’t had a flight that lasted 6+ hours, but I imagine I would also bring my laptop for a series or movies to watch if I find myself in that situation.

Do you dog-ear pages in books?  Yup.

What’s a made up word of yours?  I don’t think I have any.

Do you use Q-Tips?  I do.

Ever gone out with somebody you didn’t like?  No. I don’t think I could bring myself to do that.

What hero or heroine do you most relate to in history, fiction, or song?  I don’t really like content with a hero/ine plot.

What makes you dizzy?  Amusement park rides, car rides, headaches.

Are your parents liberal or conservative?  Conservative.

Do you like your teeth? Did you have braces?  Not my middle teeth, but in general yeah. I did have braces but I lost my retainers at one point so my teeth just went back to their original position eventually.

Are you happy with your height?  It’s fine. I’m small but it’s the average here so I don’t really complain.

[lonelypond]

Parent Trap, Ch. 5

NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.6K, 5/?

Summary: Nico's mom has an opinion on Dia's parenting.

Grandma?

Maki stood, shocked, as Dia slipped free of her grasp and rushed toward a woman who looked EXACTLY like Nico, but taller and with a much more reserved air.

“Maki and Dia, meet Nico’s mama; Mama, meet Maki and Dia, Nico’s two favorite girls.”

“Tsuki!” Dia pushed her rabbit forward.

Nico chuckled, “And meet Tsuki, Dia’s new best friend.”

Nico said everything so easily, gleaming and happy in this open, bright, adorable cottage.

Nico’s mom knelt down as Dia stepped forward with Tsuki, “Hello Dia and Tsuki. It’s nice to meet you.”

Nico was suddenly next to Maki, an arm around her waist and a quick kiss on the cheek, “See, Mama’s not scary.”

Over Dia’s head, Maki suddenly caught the glare of ruby lasers.

“HUG!”

“Dia, don’t yell.” Maki said automatically. “We ask politely for things we want.”

Dia held out both arms, “Hug, please. Pretty.”

Nico’s mom glanced at Maki who nodded. Nico pulled Maki closer, exuding happy, a thrilling sensation, but it made Maki more nervous.

“Auntie Hanayo bad.” Dia announced. She mimicked Hanayo pulling on Tsuki.

Nico’s mom was a sympathetic audience.

“Bad.” Dia continued. “Tsuki sad.”

“And how did you feel?”

“Scared.” Dia shivered and Maki wanted her daughter back in her own arms, but Mrs. Yazawa and Dia seemed to be having a private conversation.

“I’m sure you were very brave. Tsuki too.”

Dia nodded, hugging Tsuki tightly, as Mrs.Yazawa carried her to the couch.

“Why don’t you sit here, Dia and talk to your mother.” The ruby lasers flashed in Maki’s direction again. “I have to talk to my daughter.”

“Mama?” Nico’s hand left Maki’s waist and the nerves surged.

“Kitchen, Nico. Now.”

“All right, Mama.” Nico kissed Maki again, “Nico will be right back. Dia, don’t let your Mama run away.”

###

“Mama?” Dia poked Maki with Tsuki.

“Hi, Dia.” Maki smiled at a frowning Dia.

“Nico?” Dia glanced around.

“She had to talk to her mom.”

Dia started to pull on Maki’s hand, to drag her off the couch where she’d dropped down, legs shaky.

“No, Dia. We have to wait.”

“NICO!” Dia pointed in a random direction, whole face scrunched up with displeasure.

“Dia.” Maki stayed calm, but Dia knew that tone and stopped pulling. “You wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us when we’re having a talk, right?”

Dia shook her head.

“So let’s just wait for Nico. We’re not going to rush off, okay.” Maki patted the couch next to her, “Sit next to me.”

“Pretty.” looking around, Dia pulled herself up, and Maki hugged her.

“Yes, this house is pretty.”

“Nico!”

“Yes, Nico is pretty.”

“Pretty.” Dia hummed mostly to herself.

If Dia was just going to alternate Nico’s name and “pretty” and Mrs. Yazawa assumed that was all Maki had ever said about Nico, this was going to be an uncomfortable afternoon.

###

No wasted time, right to the rapid fire questions. “Is there something you want to tell me, Nico?”

“Maki and I are dating? But Cocoro already spilled that secret.”

“Is it a secret?”

“No, no, Mama.” Nico waved her hands frantically, confused by her mother’s disapproving demeanor. What had Cocoro said about Philadelphia? “It’s just Maki’s family is...conservative and Nico wants to keep the whole thing as much off TWIG as possible.” As far as Nico knew or Cocoro had found, no one had connected Nico’s sexy backstage Philly punk date with the elegant, only seen twice a year at charity balls Dr. Maki Nishikino of the Northshore Nishikinos.

“Is anything else a secret?

That was a very sharp question. Nico paused. Her mother had her backed into the counter.

“What are you talking about, Mama?”

Mrs. Yazawa drew herself up to her full height and Nico flashed back to using her mother’s credit card for an unapproved concert ticket and getting caught sneaking back after curfew. “If you were your brother, I’d think you were introducing me to my grandchild.”

“Huh..what did Cotaro do? He’s not even…”

“Not Cotaro, Nico. You.” Nico’s mother pointed at the door, dropping her voice, “That child acts just like you did at her age, Nico.”

Oh this, this was silly, Mama nagging Nico about grandchildren in a very weird way, “Oh, Nico is just rubbing off on her.”

“No.” Mrs. Yazawa tapped the counter, “I could show you baby pictures…” A sigh, “your father’s eyes were that color.”

Nico had a sudden flash of her Dad, bouncing her on his knee while they both laughed, his green eyes twinkling.

“Everybody...lots of people have…”

“Nico.”

“Mama, I just met Maki. That’s not a thing that could have happened. There’s no way…”

Nico paused, a worried Eli suddenly popping into her memory.

“Nico?”

Nico grinned, broad and fake, “Dia is cute enough to be Nico’s daughter, but Nico is an award winning singer and entertainment executive with barely any time to date.” Nico decided to go with big eyes and whining, “Mama…Nico can’t just....” a slightly crude gesture to put her mother off.

It worked. Mrs. Yazawa raised a hand, “All right. We don’t have to go there, Nico.”

“C’mon, Mama, Maki and Dia are probably hungry and you promised them food.”

“I did.” One more sharp glance, “Nico?”

Both hands raised, look of complete innocence while inside Nico was picturing Eli’s worried face, “Really, Mama. Nico just met Maki. Please don’t make it awkward.”

The huffy noise was no guarantee, but at least the questions had stopped. Until Nico got a minute to drag Eli off somewhere.

###

Mrs. Yazawa and Dia were getting along, Dia offering bits of food on a spoon, while Nico’s mom held Tsuki. Nico seemed to be distracted, watching Dia and her mom, occasionally catching Maki’s eye and smiling. The food was good, a stew with rustic bread, Dia even ate a few bites of bread dipped in stew, which she then placed on a spoon.

“So, Maki.” Nico’s mom’s attention turned to her, Maki stiffened, Nico squeezed her thigh, making the nervousness worse, and Dia spit out bread.

“Ick…” Dia contorted her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cold.”

Nico laughed, “We can warm the stew up, Dia.”

“No.”

“All right, then you can wait for dessert. Nico made cookies.”

“NO.”

Nico and Maki both stared at Dia, who was pouting.

“Dia? What’s wrong, bun?” Parenting mode on, dating nerves off.

“Mama!!!” Dia reached for Maki, hugging her hard.

“It’s all right, Dia. You’re fine.”

“Does she need a nap? We can put her on the couch? I’ll get a pillow and blanket” Nico offered, standing.

Mrs. Yazawa handed Tsuki to Dia, “Sounds like Tsuki and Dia had a tough day.”

Dia started to cry, clutching Tsuki. Maki didn’t appreciate Mrs. Yazawa’s commentary. Getting Dia to think about something other than the Tsuki related trauma earlier was the best solution.

“I’d better get her home. Where’s her coat, Nico?”

“On it.” Nico hustled. Maki had expected slightly more pushback, but Nico seemed almost eager to end their lunch. What had she and her mother talked about? Was it Maki? Had Mrs. Yazawa said something.

“Nico?” Maki hated how hesitant she sounded as Nico wrapped Dia’s coat around the subdued child.

“Don’t worry, Maki. Nico will see both her best girls later.” Nico made sure she had Dia’s attention, “Hey, Dia, you take care of your Mom and Nico will see you soon. Nico Nico Ni!” Quick hand to the temple, broad grin, Dia suddenly smiling. “See, Nico’s special magic.” Nico winked at Maki. “Text me later.”

“Okay. Thank you for lunch. It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Yazawa.”

Nico’s mom had a...thoughtful look. Her tone was brusque. “You’re welcome. Take good care of Dia.”

Of course, Maki was going to take good care of Dia. What did that mean? As the door closed behind them, Maki heard Nico’s agitated voice, “Mama, that was rude.”

“Nico, once you see this album...”

“MAMA!”

Maki realized she was standing on Nico’s doorstep, eavesdropping, with a one year old who was about to get restless. Time to go home. What album? Was something wrong with Nico’s business?

###

Nico and her mom were at opposite ends of the main room.

“I don’t want to talk about this, Mama.”

Nico’s mom was pacing, remembering past conversations, “This is what Eli does. You said Maki was probably a patient. And you banked some eggs with her, I remember you telling me.”

“Nico also specifically told Eli there weren’t going to be any anonymous little Nicos running around.” Nico sighed, and hugged her mother, “I trust Eli, Mama. We know her.”

“That’s my granddaughter. I can feel it.” Mrs. Yazawa broke the hug, her fingers digging into Nico’s shoulders, “Don’t you care, Nico?”

“Of course, Nico cares. But it didn’t happen.” Nico paused, her mother’s intensity demanding truth, “And even if it did, what can Nico do?”

“Talk to Eli. Talk to Maki.”

Nico whirled away, a blaze of motion, arms flying, “Nico just started dating Maki, who is amazing, but what is Nico supposed to say? What date conversation is that...We just...” Nico suddenly remembered she was talking to her mother, “It’s complicated, Mama. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“If she is your daughter, do you want her raised by a doctor with no time who probably leaves her with a nanny?”

“Maki’s a good mother, Mama. You don’t know her.”

“Neither do you. Not really.”

“Nico is not having this conversation, Mama.”

A pause, “I never thought you were a coward, Nico.”

Anger. “I’m not a coward. I just care about Maki. And Dia. And Nico.”

Longer pause. Nico’s mom sitting near the fireplace, eyes never leaving Nico. “What are you going to do?”

Nico leaned forward, head down, hands gripping the metal railing of the twisting staircase leading to the second floor. “Nico has to think.”

###

Busy day at the office. But Eli was on time and on track to be done early. Breakfast with Nico had been great, but she missed the twins and Nozomi. Family movie night tonight. Eli would bring home takeout from one of Nozomi’s favorite restaurants and they could talk instead of doing dishes after the twins went to bed. Eli was glad to see Nico relaxed in a relationship. Touring and building a career had been a lonely business for her. Maki was lonely too, so that worked out nicely. And Nico had always been great with the twins.

“ELI!!!” Nico’s voice cut through the office. Eli opened her door. Asta, her very competent, very implacable receptionist had been cowed by what looked like a furious Nico, vibrating, hands slammed into the counter.

“Nico? What’s wrong.”

“Cancel her patients,” Nico snapped, and shoved the little half door open to get to Eli.

“Dr. Ayase?”

“When’s the next patient due?”

“Twenty minutes, but they’re running late.”

“See if they want to reschedule. Otherwise, apologize and I’ll…”

“No.” Nico turned to Asta, “Eli won’t be available until Nico is done.”

The roughness of Nico’s shove surprised Eli.

“Nico, you just can’t invade my office. My patients have a lot of stresses.”

“So does Nico.” Nico slammed Eli’s office door. “Mama thinks Dia’s my daughter.”

Eli blinked, not sure she heard Nico right. “uh?”

“Mama met Dia, was rude to Maki, and then gave Nico a lecture on parental responsibiities. Mama thinks Dia is Nico’s daughter. Tell Nico it’s not true.”

“It’s not true….” Eli’s voice trailed off as she remembered Nozomi’s sketchiness.

“Eli?”

“Just let me think.”

Rough handling again, “Nico said no baby Nicos wandering around. It was my ONLY condition, Eli. You agreed, Eli. You promised.” Nico inhaled, the shout blasting Eli’s hair back, “THERE WAS PAPERWORK!!!”

“There was paperwork.” Eli sat at her desk, puzzled.

Nico slumped in the chair, “Eli?”

“You could just marry Maki.” Eli chuckled nervously.

The furious leap almost propelled Nico over Eli’s desk. Eli stared into angry red eyes, Nico’s mouth contorted with disapproval, Nico in a pushup position ready to launch at Eli. “Look something up.” Nico hissed.

“What?”

“Maki’s records maybe, former friend.”

“Nico, I can’t share Maki’s records with you. I can’t even confirm she was a patient. There’s laws.”

Nico sat up, legs pushing Eli’s chair back, Nico slipping in front of Eli’s computer, “Your password’s still the twins’ birthday, right. That’s another dumb thing.”

“Nico, get away from my computer.”

“It’s all numbers.”

“Of course, it’s all numbers, Nico.” Eli picked Nico up and shifted her to the right, “Anonymized. There’s three layers of security. Let me take a look. But I’m looking at your paperwork.”

Nico kicked Eli’s desk, then stomped to kick Eli’s door.

“Nico, stop that, your temper tantrums are worse than the twins.”

“We just started dating Eli. This will make it weird. And Mama won’t shut up. And…” Nico turned, tearing up, “Dia, Eli. How would you feel?”

Eli couldn’t imagine the gut punch of missing first words, first steps, first...or having no guarantee if she’d ever see the twins again…

Eli started typing and swiping faster, zooming in on the scanned in original pages from Nico’s donation. All the information had been digitally entered, but Eli always scanned paperwork before filing it.

“How did that...?” Eli stood, “Wait a minute. I’ll be right back.”

“Nico is going with you.”

Eli decided not to object.

Now Nico was stomping around Eli’s records room, while Eli crouched to get at the end of the alphabet. Folder in hand, Eli spread it across the counter, picking up one page and raising it to eye level. Then she ran a finger over it.

“I remember asking you if you double checked the paperwork and you saying…”

“No one makes a baby with Nico without Nico’s permission, right?”

“Yeah.” Eli was still running a finger over the side of the form, “I think someone erased your answer and filled in “anonymous donor.”

“YOU GAVE AWAY ALL NICO’S EGGS!!!!”

“No, Nico, that’s not how it works. You must have just matched up with the profile Maki made.”

“So Maki swiped right on Nico’s DNA?”

“Personality, physical characteristics. I remember she wanted an extrovert and someone who liked music. And healthy.”

Nico almost flexed with the cabinet, “Nico is a catch. But Nico wasn’t supposed to be on the market.”

“I know Nico, I know, I don’t know what happened.” Eli could hear her voice waver.

“But I bet you have the same idea that Nico does…”

“Nico, you can’t tell Maki.” Eli pulled Nico by the arm, “Let’s go back to my office.”

“I talked the Yeungs into postponing. That’s it for today.” Asta announced as they walked behind the main counter, pretty sure she only had 20 seconds to get Eli’s attention.

“Great. Thanks, Asta. Go home...oh, please call Noz…”

Nico growled.

“Never mind. See you tomorrow.”

And then Eli was behind a door again. She dropped Nico in her office chair and loomed, “You can’t tell Maki. The procedures aren’t technically illegal, but that’s just because no one links them up. What if she sues me?”

“What if Nico kills you?” Nico gritted out, fists clenched.

“At least Nozomi would get the insurance money.”

“Eli, what am I supposed to do?” Nico had hit a wall, Eli could see the stress and confusion on her face.

“I don’t know, Nico. But we’ll figure something out.”

Nico’s phone went off. Maki’s ringtone. Nico glanced at the message.

M: Your house is so cute. Sorry Dia had a rough day. Can I bring dinner by to make up for it?

“Can we figure it out soon, Eli? Please.”

Pleading Nico cut painfully into Eli. The only response that felt right was to pull Nico into a tight hug like she did when Teddy had a nightmare in the dark.

A/N: Howdy! There's a lot going on here and I'm frustrated by having so many stories ongoing, so I've decided to pick one to focus on finishing and then move to the next one(with a little MerMay fun on the side, because still me).

Also, if I were in Japan, it'd be my birthday, so say hi if you drop by!

[fakeyellow]

Based on an anon prompt asking for MC’s granddaughter finding the compass and meeting Charlie (more headcanons with Charlie are in the A/N)

Grandma Peyton has always been her favourite for as long as Adria can remember.

She has no children of her own but she’s always been so fun, always willing to look after her sister’s grandchildren as if they were her own.

When they were children, Adria remembers long afternoons spent running around her grandmother’s yard during elaborate treasure hunts her grandmother came up with. And then, when they were exhausted, she’d regale them with swashbuckling tales of pirates: from the noble Captain Edward to the fierce Siren Queen and Adria’s personal favourite, the legendary Captain Bellamy.

Her stories were larger than life and so utterly captivating that as a child, Adria wholeheartedly believed them to be true even if her grandma only smiled mysteriously when she and her siblings asked where the stories came from (her parents later said that Grandma Peyton had been an actress and that she’d always been a great storyteller).

While her siblings have long outgrown the stories, trading in the makeshift pirate swords and eyepatches for more appropriate pursuits, Adria’s never quite forgotten them. She’d begged her parents to get her fencing lessons as a child and she was now currently one of the top amateur fencers in the country (although she still could never beat her grandma).

As the youngest child in a family of driven go-getters, Adria’s always felt a bit out of place. Unlike her sisters who have wanted to be doctors like Grandma Casey since they could speak, Adria doesn’t really know what she wants to do. She likes fencing yes, but not to the point of becoming a professional fencer and nothing in school interests her as much as her grandma’s tales do.

Even though her parents don’t pressure her, she knows they’re a bit worried about her. She’s never been a model child- ever rambunctious and unafraid to speak her mind even if it caused her to get in trouble more than a few times (just like herself as a child, Grandma Peyton chuckles and her words make Adria feel better because all she wants is to be like her grandma).

But when the time comes around to apply to college, Adria realises that she wants to study history. She wants to listen to and study the stories of different people in different times and when she graduates high school with an acceptance into one of the country’s best history programs, there is no one prouder than her grandma.

At their family celebration, Grandma Peyton pulls her aside and in her hands is a golden compass, exquisitely crafted. It’s clearly old but it’s been taken care of so that the years haven’t worn any of its beauty away and Adria’s eyes widen, in recognition.

“Is this-“

Her grandma smiles, “Yes, it’s the compass that brought the Siren Queen and Captain Bellamy together.”

Adria can’t tear her eyes away from the beautiful compass that’d played such a central role in the stories she’d heard as a child.

“It’s time I let go of it now,” her grandma says and for a second, there is a glimpse into a lifetime’s worth of yearning on her face but by the time Adria looks up, her grandma is smiling again.

The compass is a solid weight in her hands and Adria feels a swell of love for her grandmother who’s unconditionally supported her, no matter how directionless she’s been and she throws her arms around her.

“Thank you.”

—

It’s been two years since her grandmother died but Adria still misses her fiercely. The compass is just the perfect size, not too big or too small, and there isn’t a place that she goes without the comforting, familiar weight of the compass in her bag.

She’s on her way to class when it happens.

There’s a forceful pull on her gut and Adria stumbles as everything distorts around her, reality ripping away from her.

Adria blinks confusedly and finds herself on a beach.

She blinks again but she is still on a golden beach that is most assuredly not her college campus. In a situation where she doesn’t understand anything that’s just happened, Adria instinctively pulls out her phone only to sigh in annoyance.

Of course there’s no service here.

But when she puts her phone back into her bag, her hand brushes against something warm and Adria gasps when she sees the source of the heat. The compass her grandmother gave her as a graduation present is warm to the touch and glowing.

And her grandma’s stories that she hasn’t heard in years now slowly trickle back into her mind. It’s impossible and yet…

The sun blazes down on her, the heat making it even more difficult to gain her bearings, and Adria decides that her first step is to leave the beach and go towards the city where the bustling sounds of people can be heard.

When her feet touch down on cobbled stone, Adria can’t help herself from staring.

It’s as if she’s dropped into one of those reenactment villages, everyone dressed in unbelievably authentic looking period clothing. The streets are filled with stalls full of fresh fruit and it’s loud with the sound of prices being haggled over and it’s unlike anything she’s seen before.

Although she tries to ask a few strangers for help, most everyone ignores her, distrust and scandalized judgment clear in their eyes at the sight of her exposed legs.

Not a single person is willing to answer any of her questions and Adria is at her wit’s end when a tavern at the end of the street catches her eye.

She’s drawn a lot of unfriendly attention to herself with her incessant questions and her clothes that look laughably out of place in this olden village.

Wanting to avoid the islanders’ eyes and rationalising that surely a bar wouldn’t be as judgmental about her shorts, Adria ducks into the tavern.

The tavern’s filled with rowdy patrons daydrinking and wary of them (even though she’s able to defend herself, she doesn’t want to get into a fight when she still doesn’t even know where she is), she darts to the bar.

“Can you tell me where I am?” Adria asks the blonde barkeep with as much charm as she can muster and when the woman smiles back at her, she almost wants to faint in relief.

The barkeep’s smile is curious but friendly nonetheless, “Why, you’re in Tiburon of course.”

Adria’s heart stops because that is a name she’s heard many times before, the backdrop of so many of the stories her grandmother had told her.

She can’t help herself; she pulls the compass out of her bag and fiddles with it desperately. She’d thought it a well made prop, maybe an antique at best, but had her grandma been telling the truth? It was one thing to have believed in her grandma’s stories as a child but Adria finds her head spinning out now, her mind racing as she tries to calm herself.

In her panic, she doesn’t notice the person walking towards her until they’re right in front of her.

“Hi love, mind explaining where you got that compass?”

Adria slowly looks up and there, looking exactly as her grandmother described her, is the Siren Queen, Charlie Smith.

—

A/N: Won’t be writing another chapter for this but I wrote some head canons for Charlie and Adria meeting so here they are:

Charlie accepts Adria’s story with remarkable ease (although Adria supposes that she must be used to it after having met her grandma).

“You look like her.”

—

Charlie is sad to hear that Peyton is dead in Adria’s time but she’s surprisingly okay with it.

“We all have our ends, love,” she tells Adria.

But when Adria tries to warn Charlie about the last time they’ll be together, Charlie shakes her head.

“None of that now.”

And Adria protests because why wouldn’t she want to know when the last time she’d be with her lover would be?

And Charlie’s bravado fades to reveal a woman who is deeply intimate with the feeling of loss and yearning for what could have been, who’s spent her entire life loving people who have been torn away from her.

“No matter what happens today, or tomorrow, or in a dozen years, my heart is hers. Every moment we have together is a gift beyond measure… Knowing when exactly we can no longer be together won’t change that.”

And Adria doesn’t bring it up again.

—

They piece together the timeline and it’s a bit confusing. Because while Peyton has died in Adria’s time, in Charlie’s time, Peyton had just been with her the past week.

And Adria can’t help but feel a little devastated that she missed seeing her grandma, young and in her prime as the great Captain Bellamy. She’s missed her grandma fiercely and she has so many questions to ask.

—

“If you start calling me grandma, we’re going to have problems love. Just call me Charlie.”

—

Although Charlie doesn’t want to know too much about her future with Peyton, she doesn’t object to seeing photos of her.

There may be no internet but Adria’s always adored her grandma and her camera roll is filled with pictures of Peyton, young and old. The thought of an old Peyton that she’ll never get to see fills Charlie with sadness but she delights in seeing Peyton decked out in different costumes from her acting career.

Charlie runs a finger down the pixelated cheek of her grandmother with such fondness that Adria is suddenly struck with how deeply painful their story is.

Tears flood her eyes and despite her best attempts to hold them back, they spill over and then she finds herself wrapped in strong arms.

“Hey now love what’s the problem?”

Charlie’s voice is warm and soothing but Adria’s unable to speak, completely overcome with sadness.

Her grandmother’s pirate stories had always stopped once Captain Bellamy turned 45 and she can’t believe the world would be so cruel to tear apart two women so utterly in love with each other.

[frankieshq]

[ itzy vc ] hey, hey, hey, it’s your girl summer coming at you with her twenty years of mediocre existence to present miss FRANKIE KWON. meet my self-conscious, awkward babie who uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism. you can find info about her under the cut !! i might have written a long ass bio that i didn’t bother to finish on a google docs but will be linking that one soon.

BACKGROUND

[tl;dr: young girl grows up in a matriarchal household that is heavy with regret and blame. dad comes and makes her childhood a bit happier, only to leave and break her heart because he’s an asshole. grows up thinking her smarts is gonna save her, but it’s actually her humor that does]

to truly understand frankie kwon, one must go way back--back to when her grandparents first immigrated to michigan. landing in detroit, sunhwa kwon and her husband didn’t have it easy. she had a two-year-old hanging by her neck and a brilliant but unambitious husband. she had to struggle with odd jobs for years while taking care of her family and helping her husband learn english, so he can use his engineering degree in america. she became a severe woman, never softened by affection but hardened by grit and hard work. eventually, the her husband was able to land a stable job and the family relocated to chelsea. 

sunhwa made sure to train and hone her daughter jina’s natural intellect, but her methods were severe and lacking in affection. jina looked for the affection she didn’t find at home elsewhere. she fell in love with the first boy that called her beautiful, and at eighteen, gave birth to francesca areum kwon. 

and so it goes that frankie was born in a household  heavy with guilt, blame, and regret. there was love there somewhere, but it was constantly shadowed by feelings that existed way before she did. the emotional scars her mother and grandmother inflicted on each other were too deep-seated that their love for each other hid behind a cover of blame and snark. at a young age, frankie learned how to read a room, learned what to say or do so as to not aggravate the precarious balance of their household. she learned how to figure out whether her mother was too tired from work or whether her grandmother was in a snappy mood. it was a tightrope dance she learned how to perfect, growing up faster than she should have. 

all her grandmother’s lost hope for her mother transferred to frankie, and her grandma supervised her education with the same vigor. although, this time, she was a tad bit more affectionate to her granddaughter (i mean all grandmas can’t resist their grandchildren, let’s be real). her mom wanted to protest, but aside from the guilt, she was always busy. being a single mom was hard enough, but she also had to take care of her aging mother.

frankie is a shy kid by nature, but her household just intensified this predisposition. she had few friends because she was scared about approaching kids first. she spends her time watching cartoons, studying, and writing in her journal.

enter: frankie’s dad, andrew grant. he left chelsea and his pregnant ex-gf bc he’s an asshole. but he comes back nine years later because he failed at whatever version of the american dream he was following at that time.

he taught frankie to have fun !! she’d spend afternoons at his car shop bantering with him and telling jokes. eventually, she relayed these jokes to people at school and was shocked when people actually laughed. she became more well-liked, developed a sense humor, and had more friends. the ages 9-12 were probably her happiest. 

at 12 years old, she got invited to a middle school sleepover for the weekend. but she had a big test on monday, and her grandma doesn’t allow her to go to stuff if she has tests the next schoolday. with the help of her mom, she was able to go to it by pretending it was a school event. had so much fun and forgot to study. she didn’t get a grade high enough for her grandmother to be happy, though. once her grandma found out what she did and her mom’s involvement, she was livid !! that was the biggest fight her grandma and mom got into and frankie was grounded for a month. the worst part was, throughout the fight, frankie felt like she was a burden to the two women she loved the most. she felt like she was the reason her mother was always tired, constantly nagged on by her grandmother about wasted potential.

to make matters worst, her dad left town again. fell in love with some other venture. he told her he would come back but never did. 

since that day, frankie dedicated herself full force to her studies. she felt like she needed to make it up to her mom and grandma for all their sacrifices. she built a wall around herself because it’s easier that way. she had few friends, but it was better for her.

her grandmother died during her senior year of high school. she loved her grandma, but she felt as if a weight lifted from her chest. her mom encouraged her to go to school as far as she liked. 

she got a scholarship to columbia and studied statistics like the big nerd that she is !!

she met roman and lucy here, finally felt that she had friends that she felt she can really open to. 

after college, she worked for a firm. she finally felt secure, like she payed some sort of unsaid debt to her grandma but she wasn’t happy, folks :(((

she first did stand-up as a dare on an open mic and she was so shocked that people laughed. she was tipsy then, and kept made self-deprecating jokes of her childhood trauma. love that for her.

the more stand-up she did, though, the more nervous she got because she gets really worried if she’s doing things right. instead of improving, she got worse because her nerves always get to her. don’t get me wrong the jokes are great, it’s just that her execution doesn’t always land.

comedy was just a vERY beloved side hobby for her until a small production company based on youtube offered her a writer position. she would get to  write their skits and stuff, but she it payed wAY less than her present job. she was like fuck it, and took the offer. she wanted to make people laugh.

that leads us to here, a girl who is still unsure whether leaving a secure job was the way to go, secretly hoping to be a famous comedian.

PERSONALITY

frankie is like a spring roll you guys. outside, she masks her awkwardness and shyness with some cRunCHy self-deprecating jokes and sarcasm. so, she has an intimidating exterior because she tries to be tougher than she actually is. inside, she’s just a soft and sad girl. she doesn’t talk much if she isn’t comfortable with you, but once she is, she talks a loT. but it does take a while for her to warm up to people. can be extremely judgmental (a trait inherited from her grandma), but her mind can be changed. isn’t stubborn, though, and is actually a doormat. the type of person to say something and obsess over it because she’s scared that it might have offended someone. 

HEADCANONS

lots of repressed femininity because there was a lot of internal misogyny in her household growing up !! it was only until college with the help of lucy, that she was able to access her girlier side. 

is a lesbian, but has a lot of internal homophobia as well. her grandma was a very traditional woman, so frankie feels very guilty about liking girls, and is very hesitant about going on dates and actively looking for relationships even though she’s really lonely.

likes writing a lot !! used to keep journals since she was 8 because it honestly made her feel less lonely growing up. 

nOBODY CALL HER FRANCESCA. she hates that name, but likes her second name a lot. only her grandma called her areum tho.

spends a lot of time at  mon’s deli, and mon could also be counted as her bff. she and the old man gossip and chitchat about the bennington street residents for hours. is this also because she is in dire need of a father figure?? maybe, yes, absolutely

used to have really low alcohol tolerance, but sort of grew out of it?? if she doesnt drink for a month or two tho, her tolerance goes back to zero like dont ask me, i dont make the rules

still a big fan of cartoons and kid humor !! loves amazing world of gumball and steven universe

makes her own kimchi because her grandma and mom have a special family recipe, will happily share if she likes you

i imagine the level of closeness she has in the group varies, like she’s closer to some people than others and acts differently around them

would really like to do stand-up again but still has stage fright

want her to either end up working on something as big as snl or writing movies or overcoming her stage fright and becoming a successful stand-up comedienne !!

[p---leia]

Ancient Writer of dreams and nightmares: I am 71 (-one month), and have been writing (making up tales) since I was three. I can still remember my Pawpaw whittling a pencil for me, and Mawmaw tearing a piece of brown grocery bag for me to write on. They weren't 'poor', but writing paper wasn't to be wasted on a 'kid' just for fun. I carefully scripted my first short story.

Of course my 'letters' looked more like ancient Hanguel, so I had to read it to my "captured" audience. I really don't remember the story, but as my grandparents had a yard full of chickens and my dog, Mutt, liked to chase them (because of this we 'both' got into trouble -- because I always joined the chase) I most probably wrote about that.

My Pawpaw was a story-teller. For several years I thought there really was a baby found in the wilds of the African jungle and raised by the great apes. I thought he was the luckiest babe, EVER!

Then I found Pawpaw's books about three years after he died. I was eleven when he died, and felt that my best friend had abandoned me. But when I found those books I realized just where Tarzan actually came from and went to. I read everyone of those books and got the complete picture. THEN..

Well, Pawpaw also told stories of Daniel Boone and Davey Crocket...before I saw them on Disney. Then, of course, I went to school and learned what I already knew. Pawpaw was an excellent story-teller and never mixed up his facts, time-lines, or characters.

Growing up under his influence had a lot to do with how I developed as a story-teller. At family gatherings when I meet cousins I haven't seen in decades, they STILL remember me and the stories that I used to tell them. My children and grandchildren have grown up with me re-telling Pawpaw's old stories, and sharing many that I made up on the spot.

But I think what I read in my early years developed my writing style.

I was just turned eight when I read my first Shakespeare, MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. He was my first favorite author. Then I was forced to read Romeo and Juliet. I was disgusted by the fact that TRAGEDY was made famous as a ROMANCE! Even at the innocent (then) age of fourteen, I was disgusted with the idea that it was considered romantic for 'anyone', let alone 'teenagers' to commit suicide over unrequited love.

My sister (now 68) and I recently discussed this play. Because she had a 'forbidden' teenage love, she said that she related to the story (even though she had never read it). GASP! It was required reading in ninth grade!

I remember our dad breaking up my sister and her boyfriend, who was really cool. He was a hard working farm boy who had saved his money to buy a motorcycle. AND his own car. But he wasn't good enough for my sister. smh

I always thought her story would make a great LifeTime movie. But I'm not touching it. She would 'skin me' for sharing with the world her broken heart. And if I added the stuff that sells today, she'd scalp me for lying. Not a win situation at all. So, I will write notes in my "Random Jottings Journal" for future decendants who might grow into writers or story-tellers.

By the way, the title "RANDOM JOTTINGS" came from a sci-fi book that I read as a kid in the fifties. I don't remember the author, although I'm pretty sure it 'might' be from a Heinlein juvenile book. But I've never found a reference to any sci-fi books using that term. SO!!! If anyone recognizes "RANDOM JOTTINGS", which was a note book that a professor/scientist/genius used to keep his 'thoughts', PLEASE share the author's name and the title of the book!!! Thank You.

In the meantime, I referenced Shakespeare. James Oliver Curwood wrote about Kazan, the Wolf Dog, and later Baree, Son of Kazan. From those two books, read when I was eleven, I searched for and found other books about Canada. Later there was Walter Farley, author of the Black Stallion, and the Island Stallion series. I think I met my FIRST friendly alien in the Island Stallion Races.

Of course, Edgar Rice Burroughs taught me much false history about the jungles of Africa, as well as the Moon and Mars. But I loved every 'read-under-the-covers-with a-flashlight' minute! I believe he was a contemporary of Zane Grey, because he wrote a few non-jungle and non-space stories, too. Which led me to Zane Grey.

Having read both of their biographies at a young age, I learned about the hardships of being a writer. I should say 'the hardships of a struggling writer'. I have never had a problem writing. Since I write for 'fun' and not 'profit', the few short stories I've had published were by local press, and a State magazine.

No, my struggles have centered around graduating high school, and completing college, stuggling to satisfy my husband, a 'Mr. Spock in the Flesh' personality, and later raising two children without benefit of parental support or child support. But we survived in the middle of laughter and many tears. And my made up stories about children lost in the woods who were rescued by a great friendly bear, or wolf. Or dog. And sometimes by a great Black Panther - a by product of one of my Pawpaw's 'local historical tales'.

I understand that publishers detest stories that begin with "It was a dark and stormy night.." But let me tell you, some of the BEST bedtime stories occur on stormy nights when the power has gone out, and it's too hot for candles or lanterns. That shadow that stands darkest in the corner and seems to be moving towards the bed is actually grandma come to check on the kids, and stands quiet so not to disturb the kids if they're already asleep. But since they are awake, and they see her 'shadow', she becomes the old crone who lives in the castle dungeon, and has slipped her chains to visit with the 'wee folk'. But there are no fairies out on such a blustery night, so the old crone comes to visit with the 'wee bairn', who fall all over themselves to get out of bed and sit around her to hear her stories of 'long ago' and other 'dark and stormy nights'. Again -- unpublished, because publishers don't like ... LOL

Of course there's always On-Line publishing. But that involves more work than actual writing.

Back to the writrs who influenced my writing:

While I enjoy a good Western, an adventurous space trek, or time travel, I also enjoy the occasional Historical Romance. Georgette Heyer was my first! I still re-read her amazing books. Of course there's Jane Austen.

There are a myriad of modern writers that I have read over the last five decades. Heinlen, Asimov, Norton, Bradley, McCaffrey, Moon, Stirling, Krentz/Castle/Quick, and Moening, just to name a few of the ones whose books I have in my personal library.

Those older authors did affect my writing style to develope as I read their stories. The later authors helped me to move into the late 20th century. But I'm not so sure that I like the 21st century so much. It's all about being politically 'correct'. If you aren't ashamed of your gender, your race, your country, your religion, your culture, your family, your history, then you are prejudiced. That's just too much guilt to have to live with.

I'm still dealing with my mom's death from ten years ago. I was her care-giver for five years. Her doctor had given her nine months. I still worry if I did enough for her in those last years.

And though my children are grown with their own families, I worry that I wasn't a good enough parent. And I worthy as a grandmother? How was I as an older sister? I was responsible as a moral guide when our parents were at work. Was I a good neighbor? A good support in our Church? And Hollywood wants me to feel guilt about something I can't change?!!

I'm an old woman who still likes being a woman and enjoys liking men. I'm not just white. I'm also mixed with a bit of Native American, and even a drop of -- OMG!!! --- Black. snicker.

That's a serious joke, because as a kid I had a recuring nightmare that I was a black man being judged by a group of people in white hoods I was hanged amidst their fiery torches. I always thought those white hoods represented the Catholic Church, because at that young age I didn't know about the Ku Klux Klan. Even though I grew up in the South, my family was not involved with that group of out-lawrey. Thank God!

Still, I'm supposed to feel shame? For something not even my family supported.

I've always believed there's a hint of Fae in my DNA. Because I love dancing in the light of the full moon, and flying with the owls who perch outside my bedroom window and call to invite me to follow the moon's shadow. If I am part Fae, I know it came from my mother's people. They were Irish mixed with Alabama Indians who believed in the Nunnehi aka Immortal, and the Yunwi Tsunsdi, aka Little People.

ALSO, while there's no DNA proof of ancestry, I've always been a 'closet Chinese'.

In the Fifties, when WW2 was still fresh, and we were involved with the 'Korean Conflict', and at odds with China, I would sneak around the radio, turn down the volume, and tune into 'that wierd channel' that sometimes played Opera, or Chinese music. Ahhh. I would close my eyes and wander through the few visuals I'd found in books, or the occasional movie. (before color tv)

A year or two ago I was totally depressed and disgusted with American TV. Hollywood has become so political, so wierd. Their programming is no longer for entertainment, but to 'educate, enlighten, or to inform'. zzzzz

Then I found KDrama!!!!! Korean TV. Japanese Tv. squeal!!! Chinese TV.

The rom/coms are sweet and 'pure'. Okay. I'm realistic. This is not a reflection of real life on any planet. But the innocence of the early 1950s programs is there. Similar to Disney's 'Summer Magic'. I'm happy with those dramas that remind me of thati nnocence. I have found a few dramas that shared more than I cared for, and I do enjoy an occasional 'romp'. But I've always preferred the Lady and Gentleman characters.

And watching these programs have reminded me of those fairy tales and legends from my childhood that had been sprinkled with the Occasional Oriental myth, legend, and children's tale.

Then I remembered my FIRST historical legend. "The White Stag" by Kate Seredy, is the tale of Atilla the Hun!

I recently found a copy of that book and am waiting for a quiet time, when the power is out and there's nothing to do. Then I will use one of the many flashlights I bought for a huge hurricane, and relax on the sofa beneath an open window and read this legend once again. I live in Florida. The odds of this happening increases as the summer progresses. I can't wait to learn if my memory of this tale of Atilla the Hun remained true, or has been distorted in the last half of a century.

Most of the tales that I write involve space adventures, the occasioanl ghost, and encounters with fairies, the evil ones, not the romantic ideal fairy. smh

I've never been very good with romance or comedy. But thanks to the recent influence of the Asian productions, I have re-formatted one of my dark adventures and turned it into a rom/com.

I love a good joke, but very seldom get the point or see the humor. And I can NEVER remember the punch line if I try to share a joke. My family have said they will write on my tombstone --

"I don't remember the punchline ... but it was funny."

But as I write humorous lines or events I find myself laughing. Or crying at sad events. And I am all 'giggly' when I write what is supposed to be innocent romance between a young and shy couple. But I have never felt that my own reactions were a true guide to how the story might come across to a 'reader'.

As it happens, I have two sisters younger than I am. My middle sister is bored easily and immediately redirects our conversation to something about 'her'. Okay. I understand. She is lonely, needy, and maybe a bit selfish? Not judging. She's the 'middle child' and that's her excuse. ROFL..

But the youngest sister is my greatest fan who declares that I am an awesome writer. "I love you, sister, dear."

So she visited me last week and patiently listened as I read the first chapter. She listened quietly, and I wondered if I had 'read her to sleep'. sigh. Boring books are often the best sleeping pill. Then I heard her laugh.

Squeals/Dancing/hooting/flying around the room in ecstasy!!

Okay! At least one person has laughed. And she's not that easily 'tickled'.

So, I will always carry on and write. But now I feel that at least I might be following a path strewn with "Black-Eyed-Susans, honeybees, butterflies, and bunnies".

I don't know if anyone will read this, or will enjoy it. I hope so. While sharing bits of my youth, my worries, and my concern about certain ones of my 'stories', I actually had ideas for developing 'new' stories.

I am always amazed when writers say they are 'blocked'. I have only to open my eyes to see a world around me that no one else can envision. I listen to a song, and I'm in a different world, time, planet. A gift from Pawpaw, and Mother's DNA.

It is my oldest granddaughter's birthday this month, and I don't know what to give her for her birthday. But when she was younger, she always asked me to tell her a story. I think that I will pull out one of my OLD/ANCIENT tales that I wrote when her dad was her age and make it into a book for her.

p---leia aka Mamma KayeLee

7/19/2020

[roguebotanist]

I’ve been playing around with talk to transformer today and thought it would be fun to extend a bunch of sim bios! I think someone may have done something similar recently, but I’m not really sure. Anyway, here’s every sim in Strangetown (bolded parts are their original bios). Long post ahead:

Loki Beaker

As soon as he perfects his latest invention, Loki is sure to get the recognition he knows he deserves. In the meantime, he keeps himself busy by trying to assemble a nuclear reactor out of common household items. During one of his experiments, he accidentally melts the family dog. Realizing that his so-called tools of destruction are so harmless, Loki gladly takes his pet back home and happily adopts it. Fearing that the strange creature will cause more damage if he is ever left alone, Loki goes to great lengths to keep it, including stacking hundreds of baby chicken eggs in the backyard.

Circe Beaker

Circe knows 238 different ways to make someone scream, and none of them are nice. She enjoys taxidermy and collecting coat hangers. She has a wonderful knowledge of names and an affinity for Hallmark, which is why all her books are centered around Christmas and spring holidays. This is particularly important to her, as her whole life is completely shaped by them. The children love to ask questions about things, and they are able to make up as many of the answers as they like. Do you have a huge embarrassment problem? One of Circe's known phrases is 'Where's the finger in your back pocket?'.

Sometimes in the garden, she prances

Nervous Subject

His hobbies include twitching and blinking a lot. He's also fond of travelling and baking. Along with the broad and meaty teeth of a canine, St George the giant groundhog has a day-old beard and a partial gingivitis – which is the inflammation of a plaque inside the teeth. His beard and gingivitis don't hurt his routine; they just mean he's a bit slower and a bit more circumspect.

That's because he's aged.

Olive Specter (yes, it gave her stats)

Olive will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She spends her time collecting mushrooms, sharpening sticks, and excavating her yard. As you might expect, she has a big appetite, and eats anything that she thinks is good enough for her. She's as much of a carnivore as you are, and is able to catch fish or birds at the least opportunity. She doesn't bother with plants, and prefers to live in areas full of food.

Alignment: Neutral evil

Hit Dice: 1d8+2

Speed: 30 feet

Ophelia Nigmos (this one is unsettling and strangely coherent)

Ophelia's hobbies include hypochondria and monitoring the air quality. She worries about the future... and the past... and the present. Especially right now.

Her past memories have become like mantras, repeating over and over in her head. They are the most important thing to her. This time, she's not sure she will remember them the way she did before. She's aching to go back and erase her past.

That which is most important to her--the things she left behind--has been forgotten. And nobody can help her. Nobody.

PT9 Smith

The only thing PT9 loves more than his lawn is his family. When he is not spending time with his children, he enjoys clipping coupons and staring up at the sky. Over the years PT9 has found his place in the aquarium world. He has helped educate people on different types of fish and he has hosted various education seminars for clients who have "fish stories" to share. In his spare time, PT9 enjoys spending time with his wife and his grandchildren.

Jenny Smith

Jenny loves having a career, but she wishes she could spend more time with her family, and maybe make some new friends. She really likes green. She wishes she had more friends. She wishes her mom would talk to her more often. She wishes she had nicer hair. She wishes her nose looked like a horse's. She has a lot of sympathy for humans and hopes to see one in the future. Jenny is a cross between a cat and a dog with a medium build, no special traits, but that means she's got a lot of muscle and a huge body

Johnny Smith

Johnny dreams of being the hero that rides in on a white horse, or at least a cool sports car. He'd go on to become the worst Superhero in all of space and time, which I guess is exactly what a normal, human teenage boy would do.

Jill Smith

When Jill closes her eyes, she sees dolphins. She has her heart set on becoming a deep sea welder someday. She loves dolphins so much, she's often put one in the trunk of her car and hit the gas to cheer her up.

"I love them so much," Jill declares. "I'm a Dolphin Lover."

Pascal Curious

No matter what happens, Pascal believes there is a logical explanation for everything. In his free time, he practices home psychoanalysis and collects conspiracy theories. He's become adept at opening jars containing creepy little bones or fragments of jellyfish, an odd skill in the world of ponysaurus hunting.

"I have been extremely lucky with bone fragments and that's not even being exaggerating," Pascal said.

Vidcund Curious

Serious and exact, Vidcund strives to fit the universe into a nice tidy package. He has an unnatural fondness for African violets. He is literally covered in them, from head to toe, if not technically. This is an odd love-hate relationship, a love-love and a hate-hate; that leaves us to sit and imagine the potential war between the vine and the earth.

Lazlo (”Twilight”) Curious

Not as studious as his older brothers, Lazlo got his degree in Phrenology. He likes to call phone psychics and spends hours trying to bend forks with his mind. His middle name is "Twilight" because his father was a vampire. He hates flowers.

General Buzz Grunt

The General likes to have his clocks set to military time. He used to enjoy barbershop quartet singing, but that is classified information. It's unknown when he fell in love, but it's possible that he was one of the first humans to understand the concept of love.

Tank Grunt

Tank Grunt wants to be just like his old man. He spends his days lifting heavy things, dodging imaginary bullets, and being bigger than the other guy, but deep down inside, he wonders if anyone really knows who he is. He hates it when his grandmother wants him to call her "Mama" and his grandma is pissed, and he just wants to stay in the dark and get away from the boring world around him. If he could just learn to love himself, he'd be unstoppable.

Ripp Grunt

Ripp totally doesn't care what you think of him. He is going to do whatever he wants to do, which is mostly what everyone else is doing. He has this whimsical desire to show off his tattoos, even though they give me nightmares (sometimes it feels like these tattoos are like a big torture device). He is hyperbolic and outrageous and uncouth and rude to the point that he's almost comical.

Buck Grunt

More than anything else, Buck wants to be a pet stylist to the stars. He spends a lot of time wondering why his father never seems to notice him.

"I want to have big hands and big feet, and I'm hoping I'm going to end up a couple of feet longer than my parents are," Buck said. "My Dad tells me a lot of things like, 'My son is going to be that guy who gets attention by the funnest side of you you've ever seen.' "

Cousins' health makes him optimistic about his prospects

Ajay Loner

To pass the hours, Ajay enjoys counting the grains of sand in his backyard. He may be about to blow his last few thousand, so he worries no more. "You can always count them. You just have to keep on keeping on," he says.

Chloe Curious

The complete opposite of her sister, Chloe just wants to meet new people and to have a good time. She can often be found daydreaming or chatting on the phone. She is very positive and has a creative mind, a big help when composing mean tweets. She always makes sure she keeps her emotions under control and is not too outgoing in social situations.

Lola Curious

Intelligent and focused, Lola knows what she wants and how to get it. She enjoys politics and telling those around her what to do. She keeps her enemies close and keeps a close eye on her enemies' backbones. Her love of Doctor Who and her interest in exploration drive her to travel the galaxy.

Erin Beaker

Erin spends a lot of time working on her psychic powers. Of course, she isn't really psychic, but don't tell her that. Erin's already a pro at picking out great dates with potential future partners. Nothing beats having a psychic date.

Kristen Singles

Kristen envisions herself as a world famous sports champion. She doesn't particularly care for Strangetown, but it's only a pit stop on her track to greatness. As much as she hates to admit it, her talent has never been in question, but that's not stopping her from strutting and parading around town in a T-shirt advertising her skills. She's no longer treating her sport as a game, but instead is obsessed with her prowess as a self proclaimed "muscle mom." 

[ironwoman18]

The Worst Third Date Ever part 31

Chapter 31: Those Crackers.

A Month Later.

Max had been working part time between the school and the Smithsonian, Spencer started to teach at the university and the rest of the time he was at home researching or getting calls from the BAU to ask him things about the cases they were working on.

They were always busy but they find time to have dates. Sometimes he went to the Smithsonian and have lunch together or he order food for dinner.

They managed their time pretty good. Every women in his classes got sad the moment he said he was married. But that did not stop them from continue going to his classes.

One day Max was not feeling good, she was nauseous and could not hold anything in her stomach. At first she thought it was a food poisoning so she just drank some tea and tried to eat light things. But it did not got any better.

She called both works saying she was not feeling good so she will not go that day. They accepted it and wish her to get better soon.

Spencer did not want to leave her alone but she told him to go give his classes, she will be fine alone for a few hours.

He left still unsure but told her to call him if she needed him. She decided to call Michelle to asked her to come over her house to talk with her while he was gone and asked her to bring a package of crackers.

When Spencer arrived he saw his wife and sister-in-law talking in the living room and he saw the package of crackers on the coffee table. His brain started to work faster making connections.

"Spencer?" Said Max at him a little worry then he realized she was worry because he had some tears on his cheeks "baby are you ok?"

"Ye...yeah, um... Max when did you have your last period?" He asked looking at her.

"Well last month, but it should had came last Frid..." She just realized the same thing her husband did "wait... Do you think I am...?" She could not finish the question.

"Oh my..." Michelle was also in shock "I will get you a pregnancy test" she stood up after the couple nodded. When Michelle left they hugged tight.

"I will book an appointment with the doctor to be 100% sure" he said still hugging her.

"Ok... Gosh... Just when we just started a new job and are so busy" she said looking up at him.

"We will find a way. Beside you have your family. My mom will be so excited"

"I bet she will know the moment she looks at us" said Max "she is so much like my mom. When Michelle got pregnant, mother knew immediately" she laughed but had some tears.

He kisses her head softly "you know that the moment you and I start dating, my mom loves you as her daughter" she hugged her tight until Michelle arrived.

Max cleaned her tears and walked in the bathroom. She stayed there for some minutes, Spencer and Michelle waiting out of the bathroom.

When she walked out she looked at them "let's wait some more minutes for the result" she held Spencer's hand and wait some more until she checked the test. It showed a little "+" sign, she showed it to him and her sister "it's positive..." She has happy tears once again and hugged them. They hugged back all happy for the new addition to the family.

After some minutes hugging they broke the hug and Spencer called to book an appointment for her.

Before Michelle left they asked her to not tell anyone until the doctor's confirmation. She nodded and promised not to say anything until they gave her permission.

The couple sat in the living room and hugged "according to the paper in this test. It's very accurate and 99 of 100 results are real" she said with her head on his chest "when is the appointment?"

"Next Monday. They said we need a week to run a blood test, just in case and after that the doctor will do the ultrasound"

"What made you think I was pregnant?"

"Those cookies... I remember JJ and Kate, a former coworker, ate them when they were pregnant" he looked down "and other symptoms that made me suspicious"

"Mister Profiler in action" she laughed "I think the guess room will be the room of the baby"

Their house had four rooms, the main room, Spencer's office, Max's studio where she paint or plan the projects for the Smithsonian and the guess room. Also have two bathrooms, one in the main room and other downstairs. A living room, a dinning room and the kitchen.

"Yeah that's a good option. That room is big enough for everything the baby would need" she nodded.

The rest of the week passed without incidents, they decided to hold the excitement so no one know before it was official.

The day if the appointment, Spencer and Max met at the hospital. While he arrived the nurse ran the blood test and Max was filling the paper they gave her.

He walked to her and sat next to Max "sorry the students asked a lot today and I needed them to understand everything for their assignment"

"It's ok. The doctor haven't finished yet with the last patient. After her it's our turn" she kissed his cheek.

She finished the paperwork and handed it to the nurse. Then wait some more until they called them.

They walked in the office and the doctor was reading the test in her computer "hello Mr and Mrs Reid. I'm Dr Hailey Underwood" she smiled at the couple "ok, according to your blood test, you are pregnant Maxine"

"Please call me Max" the doctor laughed softly and nodded.

"Ok Max, you are almost 8 weeks pregnant. We can check the baby, go to the next room, change and lay there. Mr Reid, there's a chair if you want to take a seat" he nodded and they stood up and walked there.

Some minutes later the doctor walked in and started the exam "well everything looks great, I think you will give birth in November" the doctor continue to check the baby and she stopped at some point looking the screen in shock.

"Is everything ok doctor?" Asked Max and Spencer at the same time.

"Yes everything is ok... I'm just surprised because you are going to have twins" she said trying to show them on the screen "it's not so clear right now but I saw another leg hiding behind" both parents were in shock but still happy to have twins. He kisses her head after the doctor finished the ultrasound "ok while you clean Max, I will write you a prescription for some vitamins and a list of foods you will need. Also your next appointment will be around 13 to 20 weeks to know the gender of your babies"

The doctor left the couple "oh my... I can't believe we will have 2 children" said Spencer surprised.

"Yeah me neither" he helped her get up and walked back to the office of the doctor where she was finishing.

"Ok there is everything you will need" she handed her the paper "set the appointment and take care. Enjoy this beautiful experience... Both of you" she shook their hands and they left.

"Should we tell everyone already?" He asked as he opened the door of his car.

"It's official now, so why not?" She got in and he walked to the driver seat getting in the car "beside. The BAU people are like your family, your mom needs to know as soon as possible and we can tell my family tomorrow night. Michelle told me last week they wanted to have a game night"

"Sounds like fun" Spencer decided to go to the nursery home his mother was in.

"We like to do it to be all together one day per week" she said looking out the window "or per month if we can't do it each week"

"I'm really enjoying your family traditions. They are so much fun" she held his hand "I'm glad tobbe part of them" she kissed his hand as they arrive to the nursery home of Diana Reid.

They both walked out and went holding hands in the place. The nurses greetings and congratulated them.

When they reached the reception the nurse there took them to the room Spencer's mom was.

When they walked in the woman jumped off the bed and walked straight to them. She was smiling big "when did you find out?"

"A week ago. But we wanted to make sure" commented Max then looked at him with a smirk "It still surprised me how moms know"

"It's a super power you unlock the moment you see those little eyes. You can read them like a book" said her rubbing her son's cheek "but come in and sit down, I need to know everything so far"

They did as she said and they told her about the honeymoon, Max showed her some pictures she took with her phone.

They told Diana about Max's new job at the Smithsonian. How they found out about their pregnancy and they told her she will be the proud grandmother of two babies.

"Oh my God... I will have two grandchildren. I can't wait to meet them" she smiled "I will have to find the perfect gift for them so they always remember grandma Diana" Max and Spencer smiled at that. Spencer still got sad thinking every time with her could be the last one, so he enjoyed them as much as he could.

"I'm sure everything from grandma Reid will be memorable for them, mom" said Spencer holding the tears and his voice from cracking.

"Honey don't cry. I'm so happy right now so don't mess up this moment" the three laughed. Then the nurse came to let them know they have to go. They hugged Diana and let the hospital.

They went to buy something to eat and when to the park.

They just enjoyed that day of joy. They will be parents and will have twins.

The next day Spencer texted his BAU family to asked them if they were up for lunch with him and Max. They were all agree and he told them to meet them at the Chinese restaurant, their favorite when they were in town.

When all were there and the order was set they talked, he even invited Penelope. There were so teasing from Tara about Luke and Penelope.

They all laughed at her blush and his awkwardness. They keep talking happily then Spencer decided to talk cleaning his throat "ok guys we invited you here to tell you something. Something very important" he said smiling at them "recently Max and I found out that..."

"We are expecting!" Said both at the same time.

It took the rest of the team some time to understand what they meant but when they did, they all congratulate them and hug them.

"And not only that..." Added Spencer. The team looked at him "according to the doctor, we will have twins"

"Oh my... So I will have two godchildren to spoil?" Asked Penelope.

Max laughed softly "yeah but don't spoil them to much" she held Spencer's hand "I'm glad they will have you all around because as I told Spencer, you are his family so you are all like uncles and aunts for them" JJ has some tears at that.

"I always wish Spence could be father one day. Since he held Henry and watching him with all the kids we ever helped, I just imagine him being a good father. Congratulations" she raised her cup and everyone did the same "for the new BAU babies" then they clinked their cups.

"We will have baby geniuses" said Penelope "Oh I volunteer to plan the Baby shower" Max nodded, not wanting to unleash her anger.

They continued to talk while eating and when they all finished the team returned to the office, Spencer drove Max and Penelope back to their work and he went back to the campus to teach.

At night they told Max's family and Sammy was beyond happy with the idea of have two cousins and promised to help his aunt Max when he can.

The night was very relaxing, they played Uno, Scrabble and other board games. Then Max and Spencer left early.

It was a busy day so they were both tired and felt asleep almost immediately.

A week later, Spencer was checking his students essays about the last class, while Max was a the Smithsonian, when he got a phone call.

The call was from Emily, he stood up to get more coffee while answering "hey Emily, is there a case?" He asked as he reached the kitchen.

"Hey Spencer, no we don't have a case. I was calling to know how are you and Max"

"We are great, she is dealing better the morning sickness and I had to buy a bunch of crackers for her. Also something weird happened. She said since we found out about the pregnancy, she can't handle the smell or even the taste of coffee"

"Oh my... And that's your addiction" she laughed "how are you managing it?"

"Thankfully my working hours are when she isn't here so I can drink it all day" they both laughed.

"I heard that could happens but also her wanting weird foods"

"True, she haven't asked me for something weird just yet"

"Great, but be prepare" he laughed "there's something else I need to tell you. I had been wondering how I will tell you this but I can't keep postpone it any longer"

"You can tell me anything, you know it"

"Yeah I do" Emily took a deep breath "The women's prison called me yesterday. They booked Catherine Adams' execution to this Friday. They said she didn't asked for her last meal, she was happy with what she got when she had that weird date with you" Spencer closed tight his fist around the cup "she asked for you to be there"

"I said I wanted to be there when that needle stick in her arm but now I'm not sure"

"I know she did horrible things to you and I will understand if you don't want to. Sleep on it and let me know. And ask Max. If I were her I would totally want to show off my ring to that bitch" Spencer could hear her smirk and could not help but smile.

"I'm sure she would stick that needle herself"

"I bet she would" Emily laughed "call me with your decision so I can inform the prison you will be there"

"Ok, bye Emily" they ended the call and went back to work. His mind still thinking about it.

At night he decided to cook something for her and when she arrived she was surprised by it.

"Are we celebrating something?" She asked looking at her husband.

"No I just wanted to have a night date and tell you something" he gave her a plate with baked chicken with mashed potatoes and a glass of water.

"Is it bad?"

"I don't know" he answered honestly "well I guess Emily and everyone in my team told you everything about Cat Adams" she nodded "when she was at the FBI offices, she said she plead guilty of 73 murders and request the death penalty" Max nodded, remembering Emily saying it "they booked it this Friday"

"Oh..."

"Yeah and Emily asked if I would like to go. I told her I would be there to happily see her death but I'm not sure it's worthy"

Max held his hand gently "you should go. That bitch needs to know she didn't win. She needs to know that we beat her"

"Yeah... But I don't.... Wait a minute... Are you suggesting to...?"

"Yes Dr. Spencer Reid, I want to go. In fact I would gladly change position with the doctor to stick it in myself" he laughed and nodded.

"Of course you would, then I will tell Emily to send our names to the prison" he kisses her hand.

They are changing from topic to topic then cuddle in the couch.

"Do you have any idea of how we should name our babies?" She asked playing with his fingers.

"Well I have two names I would like to use" she looked at him expecting "since there will be two babies. If we have a boy and a girl I would like Jason and Diana. Any of them could be first or second name I don't mind"

"And if we had two boys or two girls?"

"I'm not sure yet" he looked at her "and what about you?"

"Well I think I would like Rachel, that was my mom's name and my boy option could be Alexander, that was the name of an uncle who made me realize I should study art" she smiled "he was amazing and I miss him so much"

"Sounds perfect, so maybe we can play with those four options. Jason Alexander Reid and Rachel Diana Reid. And if we have two girls or two boys we can use them our two options as first name and just add a second name. What do you think?"

"I think it's perfect" she kissed him. Then they both went to their room and falls asleep hugging each other.

The next day Spencer called Emily and let her know the decision they made. Then she informed the prison.

In a few days he will have his revenge.

OOooOOooOO

Next will be the last! Cat will have one last appearance in Reid's life, I want to do an epic thing that makes her be angry, something like Hotch did in Riding the Lightning when he showed that criminal Sarah Jean saved her son.

Got my inspiration from this video: https://youtu.be/OcZj0KM4MuA

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Altean Born, Olkari Raised

Some of you may have seen my Olkari-raised Altean!Pidge doodles. Well, I decided to give some of my ideas/headcanons on that. Just in case there are curiosities. Some stuff come from unfinished writings and scrapped doodles that aren’t shown.

Since it may be a bit long, I’ll put it in the “keep reading” section.

Headcanons! And doodles.

Originally called Katie Holt on Altea, Pidge got her nickname from Ulaz

Ulaz calls her that since she is so small.

Pidge doesn’t like wearing shoes. If she can get away with it, the wild child is barefoot.

Pidge’s “nanny bot”, Rover, goes with her just about everywhere, even after she doesn’t need a nanny; he’s her friend.

Rover is, much like the main reality, a repurposed Galra drone, but this time he is either reprogrammed by either Ryner or a member of the Blade of Marmora

Pidge climbs. Everything. She gets into high places to relax or work.

Sometimes Pidge gets to high places simply to avoid others.

Keith is rather protective of Pidge.

Keith and Pidge are commonly teased by some (especially those seen as close family except for Ulaz), the others calling them boyfriend/girlfriend or other relationship terms when they are older/teens.

Ulaz does not tease them because he actually does not want Pidge to date. He’s like a protective papa/uncle.

At this point in time, there are no established ships in my mind.

Keith left Earth with his mother somewhere when he ranged from four to six years old.

It was shortly after this that Keith ended up on Olkarion and met Pidge.

Keith knows who his father is and that he is of mixed races.

He does not fully remember his father since he was young, but he does have a photo and his mother tells him about the human.

Keith is the first of the Galra/Blade of Marmora to meet Pidge.

The Blade of Marmora went to Olkarion in hopes to become allies.

Even they know that the literal tech wizards are a great ally in helping to end the war.

With this, they help liberate Olkarion sooner than in the main reality we know.

Matt is, Pidge’s older brother.

He is at least seven years older than his sister.

This actually comes from me having an older brother named Matt who is seven years older than me.

Matt sometimes wears glasses.

It is quite possible that he only wears them because he remembers his father wearing glasses.

The only thing left of Altea that Matt has is a small device with a single, holographic image of his and Pidge’s parents.

Lotor is Galra-Altean mixed.

His mother is Honvera of Altea.

His father is Emperor Zarkon of Daibazaal.

He knows full well of his lineage.

His father did have Dayak try to raise him like a Galra.

While Lotor did not mind learning about his Galran heritage, he also wanted to know more about his Altean lineage.

Much of what Matt and Pidge know about Alteans comes from Lotor’s knowledge, studies, and research.

Despite this, it was Matt who knew and taught both of the other Alteans the word “quiznak”.

Due to the Altean culture being destroyed, Lotor could only learn so much and was able to teach the other two Alteans.

Defying his father one too many times had put a bounty on Lotor. Courtesy of his father.

Fleeing, Lotor hid in the Quantum Abyss, knowing no one would be foolish to go after him there.

He spent perhaps only centuries in the abyss, aging well due to his lineage as well as the quintessence exposure he faced when Honerva was pregnant with him.

Outside of the abyss, time flowed normally and before Lotor knew it, many millennia had passed (about ten thousand years at this point?)

The Blade of Marmora found him and took him in.

They trained him to be an agent in their ranks.

They also wanted to keep him safe, within reason, due to being the only Altean left.

At the time they found him, Pidge and Matt were still asleep and hidden.

Lotor and Pidge are rather proficient in their chameleon-like abilities that come with the territory of being Alteans.

Matt struggles with this.

Perhaps in time he will get the hang of it.

Lotor used to turn himself purple when he was younger to appear more Galra for his father.

Now he doesn’t do so as much unless prompted by Pidge.

Pidge was very young when she first changed colours.

This action startled Ulaz at first.

Ryner had seen it before but forgot to mention it to him. Oops.

It is unknown if Pidge and Lotor can alter their heights.

Ryner found and raised Matt and Pidge.

She took the two in as her grandchildren.

Ryner has no partner or children of her own.

This does not make her lonely.

Ryner is like everyone’s family member. Grandma. Aunt. Sister. Mother. Everything to everyone.

The Green Lion is on Olkarion.

Ryner is one of few members of the race who knows of the lion’s whereabouts.

It is not common knowledge for the safety of the lion and the universe.

Some of the Blades learn when they ally themselves with the Olkari.

The lion is kept safe by tech that cloaks its signal.

Pidge can ALWAYS find her way to the lion.

On Altea, even as a baby, Pidge always knew when Trigel was visiting with the Green Lion.

When Pidge started crawling, she’d make her way to the lion.

On Olkarion, this made it hard to keep watch over her, thus why she needed the Rover nanny bot.

It was going to the Green Lion that Pidge and Keith stumbled upon each other.

Ryner was given access to the lion one day.

It was not to pilot it.

The lion decided it was time for Ryner to find Pidge and Matt.

Trigel, the previous green paladin, put Pidge and Matt in a pod to protect them.

The pod was put in the Green Lion where it rested for ten thousand years.

The Blade of Marmora are fairly protective over the Alteans.

Especially Pidge.

Pidge is very tiny and “needs” protecting.

Of course, they teach Pidge and Matt some fighting skills so they could protect themselves, too.

While they are protective over Pidge, they acknowledge that while she is small, she is perhaps one of the most frightening people with her short temper, sassy personality, quick wit, photogenic memory, and vast and ever-growing intelligence.

Ulaz is probably the most protective of Pidge.

When Ulaz returns to Olkarion from missions, he often brings back varying forms of tech for Pidge to tinker with.

It’s the perfect souvenir.

The Blade of Marmora openly work with the Olkari to help end the war.

There is a base on Olkarion.

Many members come and go on or between missions.

Some members call Olkarion home.

Ulaz and Krolia are the second/third Galra to meet Pidge.

They meet her because they were looking for Keith when he wandered off.

It was thanks to meeting Pidge that they were able to talk with the Olkari sooner about being allies.

Ulaz was the reason why Pidge turned purple one day and likes turning that colour at times.

As a toddler, Pidge thought she and Ulaz were the same due to the way his ears are.

Ulaz is honourary uncle to Pidge.

Okay... that turned out to be a whole lot more than I originally thought. Oops. But! It’s some points out there with my version of an Altean!Pidge AU. And that’s just pre-Voltron fun times.

And I know I had a chapter/prologue/story-ish of the Altean AU uploaded before, but I will probably end up rewriting it one day. Maybe. So much work...

Not all ideas are set in stone. This is still a work in progress.

Anyway! I hope you guys enjoyed this. And the doodles.

Doodling with it... yup, it’s like my homework back in school. I doodled on everything.

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I Could Have Been A Better Son

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friendship

Summary: After many months spent touring, in support of Bullets, Mikey is finally back home in New Jersey. He wants to tell his beloved grandmother the truth - that he’s a trans man. Requested by @nonbinaryvulcan

Mikey stared out the window, deep in thought, as the van rolled down the Turnpike. 

“Are you excited to finally get back home?” you smiled from your seat next to him. 

“Yeah,” Mikey shrugged. “I guess.”

“You guess?” Ray repeated from the seat behind you, surprised. 

“We’ve been on tour for a long time,” you reminded. “I think it’s going to be good to see Belleville again. Say hi to my folks. Grab a brew at my favorite bar - you know old Hank knows exactly what I’m gonna order, before I even say it.”

“Yeah, there’s no place like home!” Gerard grinned from the driver’s seat. 

“So, why are you moping?” Frank asked from the shotgun seat in front of you. 

“I need to tell her when we got home,” Mikey sighed. “I’ve put it off long enough.” 

“Tell who, what?” Gerard asked, looking at his brother in the rear view mirror quizzically. 

“Tell Grandma that I’m….y’know…. a guy,” Mikey stammered. 

“Oh….that.” Mikey had come out to you, and his other band mates, on the first night of the tour. That was months ago. You’d been surprised at first, but,when you saw how happy wearing men’s clothes on stage made him, you’d quickly accepted it. Calling him he/him just felt natural by now. It would feel weirder to call him a woman. 

“Grandma gave me my deadname,” Mikey frowned. “She named me Michelina, after her mother.” 

“But, you’re not Michelina,” you shrugged. “You’re Mikey.” You thought that the name he had chosen for himself, suited him really well. 

“You don’t think she’ll be like….mad, that I don’t want to use that name anymore?” Mikey asked nervously. 

“Mikey, when you were at Maxwell’s, performing a heavy metal song about vampires and murder, Helena was there in the crowd, to support you,” you reminded. “I’d say she’s a lot more open minded than most old ladies.”  

“True,” Mikey chuckled. “I just….I dunno. She’s Catholic.”

Historically speaking, her faith had not been so kind to LGBT people. That much was true. 

“I know, but….I think she loves you, unconditionally,” you reassured him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do, to make her stop caring about you.” 

“I hope you’re right,” Mikey muttered, pulling you into a tight hug. “Will you….be there with me? When I tell her?”

“Of course,” you promised. He wasn’t just the bassist of your band. He was your best friend. Nothing could keep you from being there to support him. 

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After a peaceful sleep in your own bed (the first time in months, that you weren’t sleeping with an amp for a pillow in the back of a tour van), you made yourself breakfast, and then drove over to Mikey’s house. 

When you knocked, Gerard answered the door. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted. “Come on in.”

“Hey, Gee,” you smiled, stepping inside the house. “Surprised to see you out of the basement. Thought you’d be happy to be back in your lil Batcave.” 

“Oh, I was down there earlier,” Gerard chuckled. “But, I knew you’d be on your way here. Mikey’s anxious to….y’know…”

“I know,” you nodded. “Do your parents know yet?”

“Nah,” Gerard shook his head. “I think he wanted Grandma, to be the first person he told. Aside from, y’know, us.” 

“Her opinion is really important to him, isn’t it?” you realized. For the first time, you considered how crushed he’d be, if she didn’t accept him. 

“Well, of course it is,” Gerard considered. “Ever since we were kids, she’s been the number one person to encourage us, with our music, and art, and stuff.” 

“She sounds like an amazing woman,” you admitted. 

“She is,” Gerard smiled. “I’m sure she’s going to accept him with open arms. He was always the apple of her eye. The baby of the family.” 

“I hope so,” you said uncertainly. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Mikey said, entering the kitchen where you stood, to refill his coffee mug. 

“Hey, Mikes,” you smiled. “You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Mikey gulped, downing his java, as if for courage. 

You took his hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “It’ll be ok,” you promised him. “I’m right here with you.”

“Me, too, lil bro,” Gerard smiled. 

Mikey smiled back, comforted by the fact that his two favorite people in the world, stood by his side. “Let’s go upstairs,” he decided. 

When you reached the top of the staircase, you heard the sound of soft piano music. Mozart, you recognized. Mikey led you into a small sitting room, where a grey-haired woman sat at a baby grand, making music.

She stopped when she saw you, and her grandchildren, enter the room. 

“Miei cari!” she said delightedly. “You’re home!”

“Yeah, we got in around midnight last night,” Gerard smiled. “You were asleep, Grandma, and we didn’t want to wake you.” 

“That was considerate of you, Gee,” Helena nodded. “But, it’s so good to see you again! I see you’ve brought a friend?” 

“Grandma, this is Y/N,” Mikey introduced. “They plays drums in our band.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I remember seeing them at your show. Hello, Y/N,” Helena smiled, getting up from the piano bench, and extending a hand to you. You shook it firmly. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Rush,” you said warmly. 

“Oh, please,” she tutted. “Call me Helena.” She grabbed a plate from off the top of the piano. 

“Would you like a pizelle?” she offered. 

“Oh, thank you,” you nodded, taking a cookie. You bit into it. “Wow, that’s delicious.”

“Thank you,” Helena smiled. “I baked them myself.” She extended the tray to Gerard and Mikey. For a moment, it was silent, as everyone sampled the baked goods. 

“So, how was the tour, Michelina?” Helena asked. 

Mikey flinched  involuntarily at the sound of his deadname being spoken. 

“What’s wrong?” Helena blinked, with concerned eyes. “Did the shows not go well? Did not enough people come to see you play?”

“No, the tour was great,” Mikey shook his head. “We sold out most of our shows. The kids loved us.” 

“Then what’s wrong, mi bambina?” Helena frowned. “Talk to me. I can see from your face, that something is wrong.” 

“There’s something that I need to tell you,” Mikey said, summoning his nerve. 

“I’m listening,” Helena encouraged. 

“I…..,” he faltered, not sure how to put it into words.

“C’mon,” you encouraged, squeezing his hand. “You were able to tell me, and Gee, and Frank, and Ray, when we were in Newark. You can find the words, here, too.” 

“Grandma, I….I don’t think I’m a girl,” Mikey said finally. 

There was a pregnant pause. It lasted mere seconds, but it felt like hours, as Mikey waited for his grandmother to say something. 

“You think….you’re a boy?” she realized. 

“Yes,” Mikey nodded. “While I was away, with the band, I started asking people to call me him, instead of her.” 

“And how did it feel?” Helena asked. “Being called that?”

“It felt….right,” Mikey explained. “Like it was what I was always supposed to be called.” 

“But if you’re a boy,” Helena considered, “then, we can’t call you Michelina anymore.”

“I’d….I’d like it, if you would call me Mikey,” Mikey pleaded. 

“Ok...Mikey,” Helena said, uncertainly at first, as if the word sounded foreign on her tongue. 

“You’re..alright with that?” Mikey stammered.

“Certainly, mi bambino,” Helena said softly. The effortless switch, brought a smile to your face. 

“I think….maybe, I knew for a long time...Mikey,” the old woman confessed. “You never like dolls, or tea parties, when you were a little one. You always wanted to play baseball with your brother. I remember when he was Batman for Halloween, one year, and you asked me to make you a Robin costume.” 

“I wanted to be Robin,” Mikey smiled softly. “Not Batgirl. Not Catwoman.” 

“And you were the cutest Robin in New Jersey,” Helena smiled. “Boy or girl….you will always be my kind, talented grandchild. And I will always love you.” 

“I love you, too, Grandma,” Mikey said, looking like he was going to cry. The elderly lady embraced him, and Gerard joined her, making it a group hug. 

You threw yourself onto the hug pile, as well. Now, Mikey really was crying. 

“We all love you, Mikey,” you said softly. “And we always will.”

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What HC do you have about the polar star (gen 92 and next g ) and their families?

I posted them once back in 2016 or something, when I had my little writing blog of Shokugeki (that I gave up on ooopS)

I’ll just repost them here I guess ! ;w; (with slight edits)

However, Next-Gen wise...could you be a bit more precise? :0 Do you just mean headcanons for the “inner family” (so parents + siblings) or also how I picture the Next Gens relationship to the extended family members (so grandparents, possible aunts and uncles, grandaunts and uncles and so on?)

Ryoko‘s Family:

Ryoko‘s parents are often really busy (business family and all), especially the mother

Ryoko is an only child

Whenever Ryoko comes home from Totsuki in Holidays, her father is always the one who picks her up

In Ryoko‘s holidays, her parents use every free second to be with their daughter, they defiantly make sure, that they do some activities and be home a lot.

Ryoko and her Mom love to go shopping together

But well Ryoko‘s Grandma lives with them, so Ryoko really spends a lot of time with her and she’s pretty much the family member she’s the closest to

It‘s cute, Ryoko‘s Granny often does Ryoko‘s hair, they cook together, talk a lot, it‘s great

The Sakakis have some heirloom which was given to Ryoko and she treasures whatever it is greatly

Shun‘s Family

Shun‘s mother is already dead, she died of an illness as Shun was 6 years old

Shun is an only child as well

Shun‘s Aunt (the sister of his dad) moved into their house, together with her two childs and her husband.

The cousins are a 9 years old boy and a 5 years old girl.

Shun‘s father is not often at home, most of the time he is on travel. 

Shun really doesn‘t talk a lot with his father, could have something to do with that his father drowns himself in work after the death of his wife. He was not there for his son when he needed him the most (when his mother died) but rather became insanely distant and all, which makes their relationship pretty troubled nowadays. 

Also I headcanon Shun to actually didn‘t wanting to go to Totsuki back then (now he regrets nothing, but well) But his father wanted him to go. This is pretty much also my headcanon why Shun‘s pony is hiding his eyes. Shun, a true rebel, just simply announced he won‘t cut his hair anymore when he has to go to this school.

((He does cuts his hair now, but he just likes his hairstyle now)

His mother was great and loving, Shun really does miss her. She told him bed time stories and often took him for walks trough forests.

Shun‘s Uncle is a lumberjack and his aunt is the one who‘s an expert in smoking.

Zenji‘s Family

Zenji’s father is the one he got his glasses from

Zenji has a big sister

His father works for a bank and his mother works for a food magazine

The Big Sister is 18 years old and wants to be an actress, but she is currently working in their grandfathers book store part time

She loves to tease her lil brother about a ton of things

All of them love to watch documentaries and stuff

Zenji‘s grandfather always loves reading books to his grandchildren and is so happy when they come around, the grandmother is always cooking then

And as I said, the grandparents own a book store. And Zenji spent a lot of times in said book store from a young age on. 

Yuki‘s Family:

Yuki‘s family is full of hunters. So is her father. He is a strong man with a lot of humor, like really.

Yuki has two big brothers. One of them is 24 and the other one is 19. They are really upbeat and love pranking.

Yuki‘s mother is sitting in a wheelchair, after a car accident. She still is full of cheerfullness tough. Yuki phones her every week in Totsuki. The Phone Calls always fill more than a hour

Yuki‘s grandparents own a farm and the whole family always meets up there for Grande Family Meetings 

Yuki‘s two brother are pretty protective about their little sister, she and their mom are the ones, they hold back at most with pranks

Yuki‘s father takes his children to Hunting sometimes

Daigo‘s Family:

Daigo is only living with his mother

His father left his mother, but Daigo had been 2 years old when that happened, so it was just him and mom anyway

Daigo loves his mom and she really is a tough, cool mother who is not up to anyone telling her what to do

Shoji‘s Family:

Shoji‘s father is pretty much rarely at home, out of job reasons. So Shoji is also mostly just with his mother.

His mother is really charming and caring. She is very friendly and has good manners. Shoji always tells her everything.

Shoji also has a little brother, he is very protective of.

Isshiki’s Family (he was not in the original post and I don’t have much for him but meep)

This is not really a headcanon but implied in canon actually, but Isshiki has siblings. I headcanon its 3 brothers

He doesn’t have a particular close relationship to any of them, sadly. They actually always kind off excluded him from all siblings-activities. Also all of them basically saw Isshiki as an obstacle to overcome and that all the praise he receives is annoying and that its sickening how he aces everything so naturally.....

Isshiki’s contact to his family all-together them got lesser and lesser once he’s on Totsuki and he fully embraces the freedom of them (literally, I mean...we’ve seen him strip)