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[[@else: I suppose it's time to tell my abortion story. Of the abortion that didn't happen, that led to me.

A lot of anti-abortion people put words & thoughts into the mouths of the unborn.

Well, I'm one that was recommended to stay unborn, who got born, and here's what I say.

My mother found our very early in her pregnancy that there was an extremely high risk to her if she continued.

Terminating the pregnancy was floated by one of the doctors. It would have been legal due to the risk to her, but heavily stigmatized.

Her family was deeply Catholic. She was deeply Catholic.

She did not terminate. The risk became a reality.

So I'm here, and she's not.

I'm glad to be here.

It is hard to put into words the gratitude you feel to a mother who sacrificed herself entirely for you, and I'm not going to try here.

Because I'm also very angry.

Without in any way taking away from the courage and selflessness with which she bore her situation and which she showed in all aspects of her life

I don't believe she ever really felt like she had a true choice.

The stigma, the religious dogma, the judgement - everything she'd ever known - told her she could not save her own life.

Her parents would have, however sadly, believed she'd go to hell. Her family and friends and community would have judged her.

Everyone she'd ever loved believed it was wrong. And so she believed it was wrong.

Needlessly.

I don't know what choice she would have made if it had been a true choice.

Maybe she would have chosen me anyway. Maybe she would have chosen to stay for her two already-existing children and for all those who loved her so deeply.

But she should have had a real, true choice.

Would I trade being here for that?

In a heartbeat. Without hesitation.

My siblings could have grown up with their mother.

My grandparents could have seen their beloved daughter live out her beautiful life, instead of mourning her every day until their deaths.

Her brothers and sisters would not still thirty years later feel the pain of losing the sistre they loved so much.

She could have continued to bring the light to the world that she had always brought, that I have heard so much about.

My father perhaps would not have descended into the grief & guilt that destroyed him, our relationship with him, the innocence of our childhoods.

Now, I think about how my young nieces & nephews will grow up without her, without the kind of grandmother I had. That pains me too.

I grew up in the devastation of her death.

I've watched the consequences of it play out for thirty years.

I can see what might have been differently if she'd had a true choice and it snatches my breath away, to see the suffering that didn't have to be for the ones I love most.

I know that it is not my family, but it is also profoundly difficult to know that it is because of me.

Or to be more exact, because the world did not allow my mother her right to a true choice, and my being here is perhaps a result of that.

It's not a burden I'd wish on anyone

I wish that I could have told her. It's okay. Stay. Live. Be happy.

I wish I could know that she knew that that was more than ok.

Don't I want to be here? Don't I want to be alive, aren't I glad to live??

Now that I'm here, sure. But had I never been, what would I have lost? Nothing.

You can't miss what you never had. Can't lose anything when you never existed.

There's no pain or loss in not existing.

I didn't exist then, to want anything. I didn't exist to hope or wish or fear anything.

I didn't exist back then. Not me. There was a possibility. An idea, a hope maybe. Some cells, a process in her body. Not me, any more than a sperm was me or an egg was me.

*I" didn't become until much later. Til I was born.

My mother wouldn't have taken anything from me or cause me any pain by living for herself, because I didn't exist to lose anything.

There was so much pain, so much loss in losing her. Loss that will ripple down generations.

So I will say to my dying breath, as the person who only lives because she didn't abort, that whatever she thought or chose or did not chose, she should have had a real choice to abort.

That she should have felt that aborting me was valid and good a choice as not.

Everyone should feel that, and have real access to enact that choice without obstruction or shame or question.

Whether it is their actual life at risk, or not. A forced pregnancy can be the death of many things, not just the end of ther person's life.

Having me took away from the world everything that my mother could have given it.

Forcing someone to have a child against their will can take away what that person could be and bring if they had their choice, whether they live through the pregnancy or not.

Most of all it takes away their right - their inalienable right - to choose how they live their life in their own body.

A non-person, a hypothetical future event, the birth of someone who doesn't exist yet, doesn't have that right.

Other people, who claim to speak for the unborn do not have that right.

We all lose so much by it. It can cause such pain and suffering, for child-bearers, for children, for everyone.

Do not pretend to speak for the unborn.

Do not pretend to speak for the children born against their mother's will.

Do not pretend that you care for them while you hide misogyny behind dogma.

My mother deserved her right to a real choice.

Everyone does. Unconditionally.

As the child who could have been aborted, I tell you - to oppose that right, let alone work to criminalize it, is unforgivable.

I'd like to emphasize because I didn't say it loud enough in the original thread:

There doesn't need to be a tragic story or a threat to life to make abortion ok.

It can be simply because you don't want to have a child. That's all. You still have the right to a choice.

I told my sad story because:

a) it is important to me to counter the rhetoric of anti-choice folks, that claims that if the unborn could speak they would be anti-choice

b) forced pregnancies can really f*ck up lives in many ways and that needs to be recognized.

But:

There shouldn't have to be a tale of woe to justify bodily autonomy.

It's a right. An absolute right. It should be protected by law.

That's it. That's all.

Last thingL I want this point to be heard, but I don't particularly want to deal with blowing up on twitter.

I will probably lock my account down at some point, but I would like this still to be shared. Maybe use an unroll app and share from there if you would like to.]]

#abortion #tw abortion #pro-choice #pro choice

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 1 year

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rewatching season 1 of tlovm and fuck it i’m going to liveblog it, i don’t care that i’ll already be absolutely insufferable come friday:

- my brother and i watching this for the fourth time after finally having knowledge of dnd: “oh fince is just a drow….. not a really fucked up looking human……..”

- everything about the opening scene in the tavern makes it so obvious why i fell in love with vax,, the first thing he does is flirt with a hot man and then immediately attack him of course i love him

- they really said “we want to make it as clear as possible within the first five minutes of this show that these twins are bisexual” (and i thank them for it 😌)

- it’s so fun to spot all the matts throughout the show, i really hope they continue that bit in season 2

- it’s wild how recognizable all their voices are to me now… i used to have a hard time connecting the voices to the cast members, but now i’m just like. oh yeah hi it’s you.

- the legend of vox machina song is high-key what made me fall in love with the show

- :0 an airship! (i hadn’t watched much of c3 the last time i watched this show)

- forever and always soft about sam and liam’s kids voicing the little kids on the show

- crazy to hear a child ask liam o’brien “are you a wizard?” and for liam to answer no

- vax being so soft with the children makes me so emotional,, especially when you think about how he never got to have kids of his own/never got to meet any of his nieces and nephews 🙃

- this intro is The Most Intro.

- i am so fine and normal about the raven in the intro actually

- i get so excited about gilmore even before we see him (vex going “please, with the way that man dotes on you” and vax looking all flustered.. i love them)

- i believe in pike and vax sibling dynamic supremacy <3

- TUSK LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- my mom decided to walk in during vax and gilmore’s incredibly sexual flirting 😭😩 (she has never watched this show but she knows i’m obsessed with it)

- i love vax and gilmore so so so much i am prepared to be so unwell about them again in five days

- my mom is still here and scanlan is being scanlan :|

- wow i’m sure none of this dragon stuff is at all important later… definitely just a nice decorative rug…. 🙃

- vex i love you but you know so little about dragons all things considered,, i feel like she should at least know that they can turn human

- desmond is so viktor-arcane-core

- META PIGEON???? i never noticed that before omfg 😭😭😭

- gotta love the “titties work hard but emos work harder” scene

- i love the vax and grog prank war so much i hope they show more of it in s2 (the beard-shaving scene.. please…)

- never getting over how fucking pretty the twins look in their fancy getup

- absolutely haunted by the knowledge that matt and marisha voice the weird old couple that scanlan flirts with

- percy :( he makes me so sad :((

- simon!!!!!!! all i want is for there to be some reference to how vax got simon,, i want a thorn mention,,,,

- the scene with vax and the briarwoods you will always be famous <3

- i’m so conflicted because on one hand i feel bad for desmond but on the other hand…… no mercy percy hot.

#only watched the first three episodes tonight but knowing me i will continue to post as i watch the rest of the show #insane the amount of joy i get from this show…. it makes me so happy fr :’)#critical role #the legend of vox machina #eli.posts

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labaguettegameuse · 2 months

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So, i got a few mods to work with baldur's gate III and i wanted to mess around with the CC. None of these characters are saved. I just have fun with mods to test a few things. I tried to recreate some of my ocs from different fandoms. Most of them are from Game of Thrones. I didn't read the books, i've watched the shows. I just let my imagination rage on.

Here's the first one : Fiyonna Stark, the oldest sister of Ned Stark. Giant lady but not as tall as Brienne. Considers her nephews and nieces like her own children and will try anything to protect them. Was in love with Roberts during their yongers years as they often fought together. She often thinks she'll never make it to the next winter because of all the wounds and scars she has. She doesn't know if she'll stay besides Bran when he becomes king or if she'll return to Winterfell to support and help Sansa.

Here's Jeyne Lannister ; The middle child. Younger sis of Cersei and Jaime, older sis of Tyrion. She's as good and gentle as Myrcella. Doesn't like Joffrey much. Was hoping for Tommen to survive longer. Cersei was an example and almost a mother figure to her, at a certain point. Jaime was an overprotective brother with her. Even when she was promise to Robb, he would rarely leave her alone with boys. Her relationship with her father is complicated… She never treated Tyrion like a monster. She doesn't want her family to die but can't support the peculiar tendencies of her sister when she was queen.

Here's Rachel Tyrell, sister of Margeary and Loras. Childhood friend of Jaime. She loves her family very much and is very dedicated to them. But also with her friendship with Jaime. Sadly, she's a bit oblivious, if not very, when someone would flirt with her openly. She loves to travel to Dorne and even had a child with a noble man of Dorne. But she never told who truly was the father. Her and Jaime reunited when he came back to kings landing. He confesses how jealous he was of her having a relationship before him and they never left each other's side ever since. They eventually marry in secret without telling a soul. But everything came to end when Rachel caught Jaime and Cersei together after Joffrey died. She left to go back to Highgarden with her son. When Jaime killed Olenna, Rachel was arrested for a time. Before he helped her escaped, even if she clearly despises him now. She tried to serve Daenerys for a time until she got killed by Jon Snow. She goes back to Highgarden after Bran becomes king.

Here's Rhaenyra Targaryen II, Sister of Rhaegar, Older sis of Daenerys. She always tried to please everyone when she was yonger. She tried to help and protect her mother Rhaella, like Jaime, but it often didn't work and would often end in Aerys beating up his own daughter. She couldn't get too friendly with men/boys cause it would end up in the same reasults. She wasn't killed after the rebellion for some reasons. She was kept as a prisoner for years. Until she managed to escape after killing up guards and changing her looks a bit. Since then, she tried to find any survivor of the Targaryen dynasty. She got a niece in Dorne, and a yonger sister who's with the Dothraki. Once she found Daenerys, She explained who she was and tried to help her out as much as possible. As well as protecting her. She'll try to help her keep her sanity and the throne. But she was so anger and destroyed after her death that Rhaenyra disappeared. Probably trying to find drogon. Or death.

Here's Baela Targaryen II, eldest daughter of Rhaegar and Elia Martell. Sibling of Rhaenys and Aegon, half sis of Jon Snow. She never wanted to rule over anything, but she wouldn't mind learning and taking necessary classes anyway. She loved reading and discovering new things. She was very close with her parents and siblings, despite knowing that love wasn't trully and fully present between her mom and dad. She was very close with her uncle Oberyn. But during the rebellion, her and her family was kept in the red dungeons by King Aerys to guarantee Dorne's Loyalty. Baela had to watch her siblings getting butchered and her mother getting raped and killed. Until it was her turn a few days later. She escaped by killing and hurting everyone in her way and lay low for… for what seemed to be an eternity. Until one day, she managed to reached Dorne. Half dead, hair shaved poorly. As poorly as her health. She was taken care by Oberyn and Ellaria. Baela has to hide in Dorne and changed her name for her security. She became an expert in poison, in stealth and assassinations. She became friend with Myrcella and was in charged of her protection and Trystane's. She always hated the Lannister with a burning passion. Besides Myrcella. After Ellaria killed Doran and after Baela realized how Trystane and Myrcella truly died, she left Dorne. Feeling like she was no longer safe, she tried to reach Dragonstone. She was welcomed by her aunt Rhaenyra II and was introduced to Daenerys. After reassuring her that the throne doesn't interest her, she gladly offers her help to take the Lannister and Kings Landing down. Baela almost died during the battle of Winterfell and coudn't participate in the fall of Kings Landing. After the death of Daenerys, she tried to look for her aunt Rhaenyra without much success. She returned to Dorne.

And we're done for the GOT ocs. Please don't come at me, i was just having fun. Sorry in advance for the mistakes. You can just ignore the texts if it bothers you and enjoys the pictures instead !

I also have two more ocs from another fandom but i won't put them in the same post.

#baldur's gate 3 #game of thrones #game of thrones oc #house stark #house lannister #house tyrell #house targaryen #house martell

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themomsandthecity · 2 months

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I Love Being Child-Free, but Who Will Take Care of Me When I'm Older?

Content warning: The following story contains a mention of intimate-partner violence. I own one ring. It's gold with an aquamarine stone in the middle and two tiny diamonds on each side. On an otherwise unremarkable day a few years ago, my mom looked down at the 1970s-era piece of jewelry hugging her finger, said, "Here," and handed it to me. If I had to guess, I'd say she gifted me the ring because it came from an old boyfriend, and my dad is a jealous man. I've kept some gifts from old boyfriends myself: DVDs, books, lingerie. I've kept a few notes and photos as well. They're nestled in a vintage suitcase, another hand-me-down from my mom, which she took with her from southeast Missouri to Memphis, TN, to Kansas City, MO, and back again after divorcing her first husband. It functions as my guitar stand, and I almost never open it. Occasionally, I wonder if ritualistically burning every memento it holds might be healing. A few months ago, one of my nieces asked me what I keep in there - "there" being the vintage suitcase. When I told her it was full of "old boyfriend stuff," she surprised me with, "That's what I thought." She is the most intuitive kid I've ever met. She's intensely curious, and her curiosity got me wondering: who will I give my "old boyfriend stuff" to? Both of my siblings, most of my cousins, and a few of my friends are parents, so my life is full of wonderful kids these days - but they aren't mine. I'm Aunt Lizzy, not mom. I started thinking about my aunts and uncles, and how I've always assumed their kids would take care of them as they age. A line of thinking that eventually led to: who will take care of me when I can't take care of myself? My mom spent nearly a decade taking care of her dying parents. When she and my dad start dying, my sister and I will take care of them. But assuming my own death isn't sudden, I have no idea who will take care of me as I age. I'm the youngest sibling in my family. I'm happily single, I'm child-free by choice, and I'm not a wealthy woman. I love being an aunt, but I don't want children of my own; I have absolutely no desire to experience pregnancy or birth. I used to consider adoption a possibility, but that doesn't appeal to me these days either. I love kids, but I don't want to raise one. Rejecting motherhood is a life choice I'm completely at peace with. Even so, if I'm lucky enough to live a long life, I wonder how my choice will impact me in my final years. I will always be there for my nieces and nephews, but I can't expect them to always be there for me - they have their own parents to take care of. I had my medical power of attorney notarized in 2023. Concerned for my health, the notary working with me said, "Is something going on?" I replied, "No, but coming from a family of healthcare workers makes me want to be prepared." It was entirely true, but it's also true that death is part of life, and aging is a privilege. I know this personally: shortly after my 25th birthday, I ended a long-term relationship with a guy who threatened to kill me on more than one occasion. Shortly after my 29th birthday, I came close to dying from an unexpected illness that nearly caused multiple organ failure. A while back, my sister and I were sitting on her couch talking about death. Specifically, we both said we hoped not to die alone. One of my nieces was sitting with us, and when I said, "Maybe you'll be there with me," her only response was a sad smile and a hug, followed by a request to change the subject. I suppose "maybe" is all I can hope for. Perhaps it's all anyone can hope for, with or without children. I'm fortunate to have strong family ties, and I'm thankful for my chosen family. That power of attorney I mentioned earlier? My sister and a close friend hold the copies. When I needed to move out of the apartment my abusive ex and I shared, my parents dropped everything to help me. When I needed to be rushed to the hospital before my… https://www.popsugar.com/family/childless-long-term-care-essay-49337329?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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Tía Y/N (madrigal triplets & reader)

a/n: I have no idea where this came from, but here, take it. Hope you like it.

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"Tía Y/N!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes affectionately as the door to your room opened and your youngest niece entered, quickly pulling you.

"What's wrong Mirabel?" you asked, trying not to sound too worried

"Mom's doing it again"

You sighed. Of course, that woman would never learn the easy way.

"Don't worry, mi amor, I'll take care of it" you smiled at your favorite niece and gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving to look for your sister.

You were Y/N Madrigal, the first daughter of Alma and Pedro, five years older than the triplets. Being old enough to know what happened when you received the miracle, you were the only one who remembered something about your father and the sacrifice he had to make to save you. That night would never be erased from your memory.

Since you were 10 years old when the triplets received their gifts, you didn't get one yourself, but you didn't have to. You were always a great help to your mother and since you were the only one who remembered Pedro, you were usually the one who comforted her.

Also, your lack of gift also made you closer to Mirabel, you were the only one who could understand her and you made sure that she always knew how special she was. You loved all your nephews and nieces, but she was special to you.

But all of them knew that they could always go to you if they needed something or wanted to escape from their parents' scolding because if there was one thing that everyone in Casita knew, it was that you had the greatest power of all: control the triplets.

You were their older sister, you had taken care of them since they were born, you taught them to talk, walk, you had even changed their diapers! (they always hated when you reminded them of that). You knew that to your siblings, you were more of a mother figure than a big sister, and you were okay with that because they were your babies too.

And that meant scolding them from time to time, no matter how many years passed.

Growing up, it was usually Pepa and Bruno who got scolded the most. God knows those two were a force of chaos when they were together and you often had to separate them while they fought and try bite each other.

"GO TO A CORNER EACH ONE!!"

"But mooooooom-"

"DON'T MAKE ME GO GET THE CHANCLA!!"

They would both run for their lives to get to the nearest corner. Alma would just roll her eyes, not bothered by the fact that her younger children called you mom instead of her. She even knew about the secret parties the triplets threw for you on Mother's Day. It hurt a little to know that she wasn't present enough in her children's lives, but at least they had you.

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When Agustín and Félix came, you made sure to let them know that you would break every single bone in their bodies if they hurt your girls, but fortunately, they had both proven themselves worthy of Julieta and Pepa, so together with Bruno, the four of you had become good friends, much to your sisters' relief.

That was, of course, until their husbands betrayed them and started helping you when you punished them, even as adults. It didn't matter that they already had children of their own, you would still scold them like the mother you were to them.

"PEPA!!! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT TAKING MY BOOKS WITHOUT PERMISSION?! YOU ARE GROUNDED, YOUNG LADY!"

"Y/N, I'm 49, please stop, you can't-"

"TO THE CORNER OR NO FELIX FOR YOU FOR A MONTH!"

The redhead would gasp and run to the kitchen corner as soon as possible, knowing perfectly well that Felix, while he loved her, was also afraid of an angry Y/N and would move into the guest room if necessary. Dolores and Camilo, trying to contain their laughter, would have to explain to a confused Antonio why his mother was behaving like a girl around aunt Y/N.

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When Bruno left, you were devastated. He was your child, the youngest, and you felt like you had failed him. At first, you locked yourself in your room, someone would bring you food because you didn't even want to go out for that. It wasn't until Pepa cried outside your door that you realized your sisters were still there and needed you. You couldn't take one more sibling from them.

So you went out and tried to get on with your life, even though your smile wasn't as bright as it used to be. Bruno had seen all of that from the walls, he knew how much he had hurt you. And so, when he came back, your reaction was what worried him the most. Would you still even want him? He was pleasantly surprised when you ran to him to catch him in a crushing hug along with Pepa and Julieta.

"Oh my god, my boy is back!" you cried

But after all the warm welcome, the storm came. You looked into his eyes and he could see that maternal warmth fading, replaced by dangerous anger.

"Now run" you muttered somberly

The rest of the family looked at you confused, but your sisters knew what was coming and nodded. It was definitely better for him to start running as fast as possible. And hey! You were pitying him by at least giving him a warning first! They had had to learn to run cross country.

Bruno paled when he saw you reach down and grab your shoe. His legs quickly carried him as far as possible, but there was no escape.

"HOW DARE YOU WORRY ME LIKE THAT, YOUNG MAN?!"

Your nephews and nieces watched in fear and amazement as you threw your shoe and it hit him right in the head. Blessed mom skills. Your sisters and brothers-in-law tried not to laugh while your mother simply rolled her eyes affectionately.

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Pepa and Bruno were usually the ones getting scolded, even now as adults. But that didn't mean that Julieta was out of danger. No sir.

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"JULIETA MADRIGAL!!!"

The brunette froze in her place from the sink. She knew that tone and it wasn't good. What had she done to awaken the Kraken?! She looked at Pepa and Bruno, who were one on each corner, having already been scolded earlier in the day. They both looked at her with fear and pity.

"Run" Bruno whispered.

"Escape while you can" Pepa agreed

The oldest triplet was usually more mature than that, but there was a switch that flipped in her, one that took her back to her childhood years and told her that anything was better than being scolded by you. So she stopped what she was doing and tried to run, but before she could even make it out of the kitchen, your hand clamped around her forearm, stopping her.

You looked your younger sister in the eye, feeling a twinge of satisfaction when the 50-year-old woman swallowed hard. You still had it.

"How many hours have you sleep, young lady?" you asked quietly, but that only made the environment feel more dangerous.

Julieta didn't know what to answer and she only had to look at Mirabel hiding behind Agustín to know who were the ones who had betrayed her. Pair of traitors.

"I..." she was silent, there was no point in lying to you. You always knew.

She widened her eyes in fear when you let go of her arm and grabbed her ear hard. Oh no, please not that!

"I TOLD YOU YOU HAVE TO SLEEP, MARÍA JULIETA!!!"

"I didn't know that mom's name was María" Mirabel whispered to her father, who shook his head.

"It's not, your aunt only calls her that when she's mad" he explained, moving aside to let you walk up the stairs.

He was sure his wife would be upset with him, but she would thank him later. She had to rest and sometimes the only way to get her to do it was to call in the big guns.

Pepa and Bruno poked their heads fearfully out of the kitchen frame, silently watching as you dragged their triplet up the stairs, still holding her ear tightly.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch" Julieta cried "Y/N let go of me! I'll go to sleep, I promise!"

But you had no mercy. And you just finished dragging her by the ear and into her room.

"Tssssk...She used THE name" Pepa muttered "Julieta is dead"

"We just lost a sister" Bruno nodded "never forgetti, rest in spaghetti"

"... I want her dresses"

#reader insert #x reader #imagine #madrigal triplets #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #madrigal triplets & reader #encanto #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto x reader

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koishua · 2 years

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─────── 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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─────── 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

they are so cute so you don't mind the mess 😔

he would be ecstatic to spend some time with your little toddler of a cousin that your aunt had left you to take care of while she was away to run some errands but would soon come to realize that.... taking care of a child was so much more difficult than he thought 😶

god he had amazing stamina given that he is an idol and danced a lot but nothing could have ever prepared him for the tornado that was your cousin 😭💔

literally would be running left and right on your little cousin's tail to catch him before he'd break anything else while you try to tidy up the mess they had created along the way lmao

↘ rest of the members are under the cut!

─────── 𝐉𝐀𝐘

supposedly "not an expert"

he is so damn knowledgeable it's crazy like?? he would absolutely be such a helpful person to have around like omg he would even know how to pass a baby's gas 🧍

though his patience might get tested quite a bit with rambunctious children, he could never get mad. like, ever 💔

he thinks that children are just adorable. he would be so whipped and would let your niece hold his finger with her tiny little chubby hands 😭😭

─────── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

tries his best and that's all that matters

honestly you don't even know if you should even call him bc jake and children do not mix well with each other. not much anyways 💀

i mean, he would be ready to help you out in any way possible but nothing would quite work out the way you hope it would pfft—

if anything, you'd have to console him at times, because he would be that stressed out and maybe even intimidated by the kids 😭🤚

─────── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

it's something worse than a disaster 😐

you would have expected a better performance than what he would display tbh like dude it's such a mess 😭

he would try. he really would‼️but the odds are simply always against him. you would attempt to bake some simple chocolate chip cookies with them, but before you could even blink, the kitchen would blow up

figuratively ofc but it might've as well just been literally 💀

you'd literally have to forbid sunghoon and your nephew from ever entering the kitchen ever again and would have to scold both of them like a mom istg

─────── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

more useful than what you had initially thought

never in a million years would you have thought that sunoo would be this good with kids?? my man is an absolute lifesaver omg 🥴

literally is so entertaining and always keeps your two little siblings' attention on him and the game they'd be playing.

the kids are totally hooked on him too y'all no one can resist him and his cute clownery. he would clap one time and one time only and all eyes would be on him, waiting for anything he'd have to say

it's like they loved him more than they did you 💔💔

─────── 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

bless his helpful soul ;-; it hurts to see how adorable he is with your twin nieces :')

you'd each hold one of the sisters in your arms and play with them for a while, acting out little funny skits with jungwon to make them burst into laughter

he'd ask lots of questions just to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong >:(

chaos would pretty much never ensue unlike with jakehoon 🥱 and things would always be just the perfect mix of calm and lighthearted

the only time the house would shake with the nieces' protesting screams would be when he'd accidentally mix up one of their favourite character's name and the two little girls would get so offended lmao

tsk tsk 😔

─────── 𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈

a guaranteed headache package

he would somehow convince your younger brother to join forces with him and tease you every two damn seconds. they'd blow raspberries at you too ew 😭🤚

absolute menaces and their favourite pastime while you did some small chores around the house would be pranking you 😐

god sometimes you'd wonder who the actual toddler was lmao

it's take every ounce and drop of patience in you not to dropkick the two into the stratosphere but somehow you manage to hold out just enough till your parents arrive back home again with the groceries 🧍

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romioneficfest · 3 years

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Mine

Title: Mine Prompt/Day: Day 5 - Baby Rose or Hugo does not sleep Tumblr name: Rating: G Brief summary: A newborn Hugo refuses to sleep. Can Rose be the answer to the young parents finally getting some sleep? Any possible triggering/warning tags: None.

Ever since the day she was born, Rose Weasley-Granger was a blessing to her young parents. Quiet, undemanding and easy to please, life was bloody brilliant with her around, or so her Dad thought.

As she grew, Rose showed great curiosity about the world around her. Even as a toddler, she absorbed every book and every story. When she came across bridges, cranes, or muggle vehicles — she always asked how or why.

Ron was more than happy to indulge her, taking her out for walks, and trips to the museums, places his wife teased him about as he’d always claimed he hated them before Rosie. And when Hermione discovered that she was pregnant again, he braced himself for the incoming questions the now three-year-old might have.

But none came.

Rose accepted that her baby brother was growing inside her mother, her curiosity replaced by the excitement of finally getting a sibling, just like the rest of her cousins. And that was that.

As Hermione’s stomach began to grow, Rose was obsessed and developed an instant love for the life inside. During family cuddles, Ron would often find himself elbowed out of the way so that Rose could get access to the baby bump.

“My baby,” Rose would say to anyone who would listen, splaying her hands across her mother’s belly and giggling as it rewarded her with a kick in response. “My baby. In there.”

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As soon as Ron and Hermione brought Hugo home from St. Mungo’s, Rose claimed him as her own.

But Hugo was unlike his sister.

Restless from his first day in the world, the baby refused to settle, and the parents soon found themselves struggling to sleep or cope with two small people with very different demands to look after.

Ron found himself calling on his mother more than ever, pleading with her to take Rose, something he and Hermione agreed never to do.

Bereft every time they parted the siblings, sending Rose away came with its own problems. She would kick and scream as they forced her into the Floo network, tears marking her face and a look that told her Dad she’d never forgive him for this.

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“I don’t know what to do,” Hermione fretted on their fifth morning with baby Hugo. It had been another night of not sleeping. She bounced him in her arms; his face bawled up. He wanted to be latched to her all the time, yet he rarely fed, meaning she was not getting a break.

Ron looked on desperately. They were out of their depth. Noticing that Hermione was about to give up completely, he held his arms out.

“Let me take him, love. I know I don’t have boobs, but he’ll just have to cope for a bit. You’re so frazzled. Why don’t you go and get a shower, and I’ll try and calm him down. Then when you’re ready, we can try feeding the terror again.”

“Okay,” Hermione whimpered, her entire body sagging against the pressure of not being able to calm her baby.

Taking the bundle of blankets from his weeping wife, Ron pressed a kiss to the top of her head and pushed her towards the bathroom. As soon as she was gone, he started to pace the bedroom floor, following in Hermione’s footsteps. With a million nieces and nephews, Ron had an arsenal of tools to try and help soothe his son, and he was willing to try them all. Hugo must be exhausted with all this crying; maybe he just needed a decent amount of kip.

The roar of the Floo activating distracted Ron from his mission, and he shifted the aggravated baby into one arm before heading down to greet their visitors. He arrived in the living room just in time to see his mum and daughter tumble from the green flames.

“Daddy!” A bundle of bouncy red curls threw herself at his legs, almost knocking him off balance. Her grip was vice-like but comforting. At least one of his children liked him, despite her regular protests at him ‘sending her away’.

“Hugo still not settling down, love?” His mother clucked, peering at the red ball of anger in Ron’s arms.

“Nah, I reckon he’s pissed off that we took him away from Hermione’s womb. He was so comfy in there, getting fat and sleeping. He’s just trying to punish us for it.”

Scooping up her granddaughter, Molly settled on the sofa. “Well, he was over two weeks late; it was about time he came out. Not like his sister, hey Rosie? Perfectly on time and lovely ever since, weren’t you? Where’s Hermione?”

“I’m letting her take a shower. She’s probably trying to drown herself in there, just for a breather.”

“Want me to take Hugo for a bit?” Molly glanced up, a hopeful look on her face. It didn’t matter how many grandchildren the Weasley’s popped out; each and every one was special and exciting.

“Su—” he started, eager for a break from the annoyed newborn, but he was rudely interrupted by his daughter.

“No. Mine.” Rosie’s arms were up in the air, demanding a cuddle from her brother.

“Oh, I don’t know, Rose.” Ron frowned. “Your brother still isn’t a happy bunny, and he’s very noisy. Why don’t you help Nanny cuddle him instead?”

“No, Daddy. My baby.”

Ron was surprised that Rosie hadn’t used accidental magic to summon her brother to her. The adamant look on his daughter’s face, with furrowed brows and curls that crackled with electricity, reminded him of Hermione, and he chuckled. He knew his daughter wouldn’t give up until she got what she wanted.

Glancing at his mum, Ron shrugged and, with her help, placed the baby into Rosie’s arms.

“Aww baby,” Rose cooed, the hand not supporting the baby’s head reaching across to stroke Hugo’s cheek. “My baby. Poor ‘oo-go.”

To Ron’s amazement, the baby calmed down almost instantly. Two bright but unfocused eyes searched the room for the source of his comfort. Something must have assured him that it was close by because Hugo closed his eyes and finally settled down to sleep.

A clammer on the stairs broke the silence, and Hermione burst into the room, a towel wrapped around her body and hair, her eyes wild with fear.

“He stopped crying — what happened? Is everything okay?”

“Rose sorted him out,” Ron stated before collapsing into the armchair and closing his eyes. “Now shhhhhh before you wake the beast up.”

Forcing his eyes open, his heart almost stopped as Rose continued to coo over the baby. He thought he couldn’t love anyone as much as he loved Hermione until these two tiny people were thrust into his life. He just wished they would always be this quiet.

The silence wouldn’t last long. Rosie’s arms were small, so she wouldn’t be able to support Hugo for the rest of the day. And he guessed it wasn’t ethical to allow their three-year-old to look after her brother forever. As parents, they’d need to step in eventually.

Sensing his thoughts, Molly smiled over at him. “Time for your shower, I think, Ronnie. And then maybe the two of you can take advantage of the quiet to have a nap. Rosie and I have things under control. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Nanny. Mummy, Daddy. Go!” Rosie beamed up at her grandmother.

“You heard her. Off you go.”

Shaking his head and marveling at the way his daughter already had him under her thumb, Ron got to his feet. He was desperate for a shower and a decent sleep. Placing a hand on the small of his wife’s back, he steered her towards the stairs.

“You heard the child. It’s time for us to have a break."

#hpfic #Romione FicFest 2021 #Romione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Rose Weasley-Granger #Molly Weasley #Hugo Granger-Weasley #Rated G #Ace Safe #No Content Warning #Queue up for the Dragon

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linsallyworld · 3 years

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Hiiii :D

for the prompts...I was thinking...12 fluffy👉🏻👈🏻

your writing is amazing and I love it :3

I hope this one can be as sweet as you 🥰

Prompt Fluffy 12: "Do we really have to babysit them? What if we throw them in the river?"

Words: 2.190

Ship: kyalin

"You agreed with WHAT?" Lin's eyes are wide and she looks on the verge of collapse while all the airbender kids come in through her apartment door. Jinora observing the atmosphere with Rohan in her arms, Ikki climbing on top of the leather sofa and Meelo already making an airball to walk all over the place.

"Tenzin and Pema went to the North Air Temple to check on the new benders with Bumi and the acolytes can't take care of the kids the whole night. I don't even think they want to." Lin tilts her head and Kya can tell what she is going to say in the next second.

"And since when do I want to take care of the kids?" Kya's smile is slightly teasing as she approaches to place a delicate kiss on the police chief's cheek.

"You knew I had nephews and nieces when you decided to date me." Lin rolls her eyes so hard she believes they can easily be trapped behind her head.

"I didn't know they were included in the package." She steps away so that Kya can enter the hall before closing the metal locks with a gesture of her hand. She no longer sees Meelo and Ikki and this is starting to panic her with all the possibilities of things they could destroy within those walls. Kya seems to know exactly what is going through her head. She leans in again and just her smell, sweet and like the sea itself seems to soothe Lin's senses.

"I promise I will reward you later." She whispers before holding the earthbender's earlobe between her teeth and pulling. Lin winces and Kya walks away with a smirk that is further than suggestive.

Something fell in the laundry room and the police chief closed her eyes.

Spirits ... It would be a long night.

"What do children eat?" Jinora gave a glorious laugh as she sat on the kitchen counter. She looked a little taller than the last time Lin saw her, she took after her father, would certainly go over 5'7 feet before she could predict.

"We eat ordinary food ... But we are vegetarian." If Lin was honest with herself, she was already becoming a vegetarian after Kya came back into her life. The waterbender didn’t eat meat as well, which meant Lin didn’t eat in front of her out of courtesy. It ended up becoming a custom and now she didn't even miss it.

She can hear laughter coming from the hall bathroom. Kya was bathing Rohan and Ikki and Meelo seemed to be having a great time.

"Are you okay with vegetable chile and baked potatoes?" Jinora nodded, brownish eyes shining in Lin's direction, which made her frown. The police chief goes to the sink to wash her hands and start making dinner when Jinora comes down from the counter.

"Can I help you?" The question seems to echo for a moment. The earthbender doesn't know if she ever cooked with Toph. Her mother was more of a mother who ordered food than cook. She smiles and nods at the girl.

"Just stay away from the knives." She warns as a wide smile crept across Jinora's face. She already had her tattoos but it didn't mean Lin would let her rip her own fingers off.

"Yes ma'am." She salutes and something particularly hot rests on Lin's chest. She doesn't want to admit that it's just affection, so she blames the heat in the kitchen.

She and Jinora work well together. She left her stuffing the potatoes while cooking the chile. The girl didn't speak much like Ikki and didn't do anything out of the ordinary like Meelo. It was a quiet company to make dinner.

She felt the vibrations of Kya's footsteps and the other children a few minutes later. The waterbender never managed to surprise her, but it's still just pleasant to feel her arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Kya's head fits perfectly in the curve of her neck and the way she's smiling at that moment ... Spirits ... What would Lin not do to see her smile like this always?

"How's it going?" Her lips are hot when they touch the police chief's shoulder with a delicate kiss.

"I'm making potatoes," Jinora announces as if it's the most incredible thing in the world. Kya raises her eyebrows at the girl and then tilts her head in Lin's direction. It's a silent question. Lin doesn't want to answer.

"What are you doing?" Meelo flew over Ikki's head and the counter, landing with a crash on the kitchen island. Lin opened and closed her mouth in surprise before looking at Kya who laughed. It was a very closed space for airbender kids.

"Do we really have to babysit them? Can't we just throw them in the river?" The healer nudged Lin's sides, shaking her head. She took Rohan from Ikki's arms and breathed in the baby's scent for a moment. He giggled and it was a sweet sound.

"This smell even makes me want to have one of my own." Lin really widens her eyes at her this time. Kya laughs and Jinora, who seemed to be paying attention to the whole interaction, wheezed.

"We are making potatoes and chile, Meelo." Jinora announced, showing the full tray proudly to Lin. The police chief nodded and then the siblings were arguing because Meelo tried to stick a finger inside the potato.

"The river is still standing." Kya nudged her waist with her free hand before going to take Meelo by the hand.

"We are going to play a game while aunt Lin and Jinora finish dinner." The police chief was about to protest about "aunt Lin" but she didn't. The kitchen was empty again, just her and Jinora, and that made her sigh with relief. No children flying over knives and hot pots.

"How can you handle your siblings?" She asks Jinora, almost rhetorically, her hands busy slicing the vegetables with one of the shiny metal knives.

"I think ... just as you handled your sister." Lin frowns at that statement, even though the girl can't see it. "I kind of have to be the responsible one ... And for what my dad told me, you had to be as well." She wasn't wrong. The police chief had solved her issues with Su, but she will always wonder what her sister would have become if Lin hadn't been the mother Toph wasn't. "It's a little bit of work, but I love my siblings." Lin turns her head so she can look at Jinora. She was growing up ... So much.

"I know the feeling." She smiles smoothly and Jinora does the same.

And a very loud laugh from Meelo breaks their little moment.

Jinora was really good at Pai Sho and won all rounds against Kya. Lin won by one point, but the girl didn't seem to care because she was shining ... Lin hadn't realized it before but Jinora seemed to really have fun around her and Kya. They played rounds of guessing as well, but the police chief was terrible at showing things with her body. It was Meelo who won, with a smashing advantage over Ikki. The earthbender really laughed at his imitation of a flying fishopotamus and she felt Kya's eyes on her when it happened. It seemed like she always had her eyes on her when she laughed.

Lin doesn't remember her living room ever being so messed up. There is a Pai Sho board on the coffee table and colored cards scattered and bowls with chile remnants. At some point Meelo rested his head on her lap while Kya told one of the stories about the northern water tribe, or perhaps about the fire nation, she no longer remembers and now he was sleeping heavily. Ikki's sleeping on the other couch, her head hanging off the pillow. Jinora is still awake, but she seems really immersed in what her aunt is saying. And Kya's holding Rohan in her arms.

It's silly and childish the way Lin's heart seems to swell to see her caressing the baby's black-haired head as she proceeds with her story. She looks quite like a mother. Lin never thought of herself as a mother. The children liked her for some reason, but she...Her experiences with motherhood weren't very promising ... She was pretty well without children. She couldn't imagine having a baby at this point in her life. But seeing Kya with a baby ... Humming, breathing in his head's scent ... Maybe they could be good mothers if they tried. The police chief would be very strict, which was obvious, it was written in the way she walked, but the waterbender could lighten up a little. Their child would have someone to play with since Rohan was still young. But it's just a silly thought. A silly thought that brings a smile to the corner of Lin's mouth.

Kya seems to feel she's being watched because she stops the story and her blue eyes turn to the earthbender. She smiles at her. Wide. The smile made Lin's heart ring in her ears.

"We should put them to bed." Kya says, nodding at Meelo and then at Ikki. Lin nods and takes the boy in her arms first, he complains and lets out a loud sigh. Kya laughs softly and it's so wonderful to hear her.

She accommodates Meelo on one of the beds in the guest bedroom, returning to pick up Ikki and give her the same destination. Jinora followed her. Kya arranged with pillows on another bed so that Rohan would not fall out while sleeping, which she found very ingenious.

Lin left Ikki on the bed, next to Meelo, but the girl opened her eyes as soon as she found her head on the pillow.

"Good night, a-aunt Lin." She wrapped her arms around the police chief's neck and placed a kiss on her cheek. Lin was stunned for a second, but she couldn't contain her smile this time and stroked the girl's hair when she walked away.

"Good night to you, too, Ikki." Kya was grinning when Lin's eyes found her again. A smile full of excitement and so childish.

"Good night, auntie Kya." Jinora hugged the waterbender quickly and then turned to Lin with hesitation for a moment as if she was considering whether to hug her or not. That's why the police chief extends her arms, a little hesitant too. Jinora hugs her gently and she smells a lot like pine, her hair is short, but it's soft and smells truly nice.

"Good night, aunt Lin." Apparently ... She would have to get used to 3 more people calling her aunt around, besides Opal.

Kya's smile was still on her mouth when they closed the bedroom door to the dark corridor of the apartment.

"What?" Lin asked and the waterbender just shrugged for a moment.

"You would be a great mother, you know." The police chief frowns and just shakes her head. She would be the mother the child would like least, that was for sure. "Don't make that face." She says, taking a step closer to take Lin's hands in hers. "I bet Mako and Bolin would agree with me." She rolls her eyes, but Kya grabs her chin so that she looks into her eyes. Hers seems to be glowing in the soft night light coming from the windows. "I think the way you treat those who are more vulnerable than you is beautiful." She puts a kiss on the corner of her mouth, it's warm and lovely. "And even if you don't agree with me." Kya's hands move up her arms until she can reach her neck where she allows her fingers to touch Lin's veins. Her mouth puts another kiss, this time closer to the lips, and the earthbender shudders. "Children love you because they can see how pure your heart is." Lin can tell her heart is a little racing now, Kya can probably feel it for the soft grip she is holding around her neck.

"Kya." It's just her name, but the waterbender leans towards the sound as if she were being massaged. She bends to run her tongue over Lin's bottom lip, gently, just expecting a kiss.

"At least you didn't kill any of them, so I think I owe you a reward." Kya chuckles and then places a tender kiss on Lin's lips before pulling her by the hand down the hall.

Before she can reach the master bedroom door, though, the police chief pushes her against one of the walls, her lips falling on hers like rose petals. Kya clings to her, her fingers, her mouth, her tongue. The same woman who was humming to a baby.

Lin kisses her as deeply as she can and the warmth spreading through her heart is incredibly different from sexual desire.

Maybe having a big family is not a bad idea after all.

It was pleasant to do her duties as a temporary mother.

And now she expected to do her duties as a wife.

#kyalin #lin beifong #kya ii #fanfic #avatar the legend of korra #tlok #jinora #ikki #meelo #rohan #fluffy

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taliaquinn · 4 years

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Hamilton AU Part 1

Hiya guys!!! Guess what I decided to write this One shot series that is loosely based in Hamilton!! Basically this is what I think would happened if you mixed Adrinette and Hamilton, with sprinklings of Batfam. I’ve noticed a Lot of similarities between Adrien and Alexander Hamilton (Bad fathers, Dead mothers, growing up alone, insecurities) and decided to seize the opportunity. Hope you guys enjoy :)

Marinette stomped around his home. Ripping portraits off the wall. Throwing them discarding them to the side. Of course, she avoided ones that didn't include him. How COULD he? How could Adrien have done it? Betrayed her, her family,Their children? And for what reason? For a secretary, Not even his secretary, the secretary of a business partner?

At the thought of the identity of the secretary, Marinette let loose a scream and tore off another portrait. Letting the glass shatter when it crashed on the floor. She was someone that had always done her best to make her life miserable. Marinette thought that she had washed her hands off her when she graduated Lycee. Guess she was wrong.

Adrien never hesitated, stepping into that hotel room. Marinette watched the footage through tears, there wasn't a millisecond of hesitation... He didn’t pause at all. Pause to think of her, his wife. Pause to think of his children. Pause to think of how it would break them all apart. Marinette was watching her picture-perfect family burn.

Did Adrien care? No. He just followed Lila right into the hotel room. It wasn't even once he’d go to her house so often you might as well call it a past time. He even had the nerve to bring that girl into their home. Into their bed. Well, Adrien has forfeited his right to her bed, and her heart. He can sleep in his office instead. She didn't care.

Marinette couldn’t help but let out a breathless chuckle. After 12 years Lila won after all. She got what she wanted the most. Adrien.

You know what? Marinette was fine with that. Adrien can be Lilas completely.

Marinette already sent the paperwork needed to file for divorce. Already got the paperwork to change her name back to Marinette Dupain Cheng Wayne. She’s going to make sure that her children’s last names are changed as well. She was going to cleanse herself of Adrien Agreste completely.

On second thought She’s going to pack their bags and head to Gotham. Adrien wouldn’t dare follow them there or try to see her.

Right now Marinette only wanted was to never see him again. She needed to see her siblings and father.

Marinette quickly got to work. Moving around her home she stopped packing their bags. She needed to get rid of the filth. She changed course and started to gather pictures, magazines, and letters. Once she made sure to grab everything Adrien related she plunked herself right next to the fireplace and started to sort through everything letting her mind wander to the events of the week

Oh, she was late so late. quickly hopping out of bed she made sure to put on a suit and get her bags and purse ready for her trip. Taking a peek into Emma’s room she was slightly worried when found the bed empty. She made sure to stop at Louis and Hugo’s room. She was surprised to find the bed and cribs empty as well. Did they wake themselves up? She walked towards the living room and heard voices.

“Sweetheart you're playing the wrong scale see, look at me une deuce Trois quart cinq six sept…..”

Marinette stopped to smile at herself. Adrien was home. That was rare these days. He was teaching Emma piano. That also rarely happened these days. He was always so busy. She knew from the lack of response from Emma that her daughter was soaking up all the attention as much as possible and focusing on getting the scale right. She started to hear the beginning of a simple melody. Quickly stopping to check over her suit and makeup she made her way towards the living room.

Once entering she couldn’t help but smile. Adrien was in the corner sitting next to Emma at the piano. Hugo was in his high chair eating cereal, rather messily too. Louis was sitting on the couch watching his morning cartoons. Everything was perfect. Her family was perfect.

Marinette jumped. Her phone was ringing... Checking the caller Id to make sure it wasn’t another reporter or worst Adrien before answering. she let out a sigh of relief once she saw who was calling. She quickly picked up.

“Hey Damian hows it going” she responded softly, she hadn’t expected him to call. He was currently off-world with the Titans.

“Skip the pleasantries, beloved sister, I am here to help you and my nieces and Nephews and also handle that scoundrel of a cat,” Damian Said in a brisk tone.

All business and ready to return to Earth and terminate a certain blond-haired green-eyed model. Oh, Damian swore that when he got his hands on him he was going to unleash the Fury of an al-Ghul Wayne. Maybe sending a few assassins would be necessary-

“No assassins Damian” uh oh was he talking out loud??

“yes you were and no assassins Damian, he’s still the father of my kids, I don’t want to have to explain to them why uncle Damian is in prison”

“tt as if I would get caught, If anything it will probably be the fools Todd sent who would get caught” Damian knew how to keep his hands clean. The fact that his sister thinks otherwise is insulting.

“Wait. Who did Jason send!? Call them off Da-” Oof Marinette was going to have to Call Jason and get him to call off any potential hitmen. Oh, who was she kidding she’s going to have a long list of friends and family to call and make stop any plans of hurting Adrien.

She grabbed a postcard that Adrien sent her. From Germany. It was from a couple of months ago. Marinette counted back. Ah if her math was correct then Adrien was “meeting up” with Lila at the time. Ignoring the ache in her heart she flicked the postcard into the fireplace. Watching the fire overtake it,

“Marinette I insist that you and your children come back to America at once and leave that awful city, Pennyworth has already prepared your old room along with the kid's room,” Damian said, yanking Marinette's attention from the glowing embers.

For all Damian cared he would let Todd's fools get caught, as long as they completed their task.

“I have to get the kid's Bags ready and I can’t leave without telling my parents but that's difficult enough since there off on their anniversary trip across Europe”

"Humph I'm sure they will understand the need for you to get away from the city, from him, I swear Agreste knows no bounds he had the nerve to cheat on you with some secretary,”

“It wasn't just some secretary, it was Lila Rossi” She spat out with heat evident in her voice. “She got what she wanted after all these years” she chuckled. She kept on flicking magazines, posters, and pictures that had Adrien's face in them into the fireplace. She hoped that Adrien's reputation would burn. After all, isn't that the reason why he revealed his affair to save it?

Anyways that’s it for part one. It was intended to be longer but I split it into two parts in order to not spoil you guys. I might connect this AU to another, as in a Law and Order:SVU one. Comment if you want to be added in the taglist!!!

A Why Me!? Chapter is coming out soon so be on the lookout for that :)

Btw if you noticed that the paragraphs are much better written, I owe it to @unmaskedagain who I took inspiration from for writing cues :)

Stay Safe and Healthy!!!

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colorseeingchick · 4 years

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Oh Baby! A series (Sugawara x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Sugawara loves to play-hide-and-seek with your nieces and nephews, almost as much as he loves them. But this usually light game has real stakes when you, your brother, and your sister-in-law decide to get involved. What does Suga win in this special game?

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I have severe baby fever and time is a construct. This is on the longer end but I think its worth it :) Hope y’all enjoy! <3

Tired. That was the only possible way you could describe the way your husband looked as he stepped through the door of your brother’s home. His tie loose and shirt half untucked- he radiated exhaustion. But right here and right now, there’s something important that’s about to occur. And Sugawara Koushi would be at its forefront.

“This is for you, Koushi-ojisan.” Your eldest niece, Tsubaki, bowed as she offered a folded piece of paper to your husband, who froze in the process of sluggishly sliding on his house slippers.

Suga shot you and your sister-in-law a questioning glance as he hesitantly received the piece of paper. Your sister-in-law feigned an innocent look, and you just shrugged your shoulders, pushing yourself to hold back your mischievous smirk.

“Ne, what is this Tsubaki-chan?” The initial tiredness that had weighed down on his face had receded, being replaced with a burning curiosity and loving smile.

“It’s to make our game of hide-and-seek more fun. You’ll play with us today, right Ojisan?” Tsubaki shyly smiled at her uncle, a plea subtly being communicated through her gaze.

Of course he would play with his nieces and nephews. Even if he wanted to say no (which, obviously, he would never do), how could he ever reject those eyes?

You and Suga had been married for quite a few years now, but you had been together for a long time before that. Soon after you two started dating, Suga had become best friends with your older brother. Moreover, you were very close with your brother’s girlfriend as well. So the four of you were inseparable.

That continued into your married lives. You and Suga would invite over your brother and his wife once a week on Friday, spending the time to go out to restaurants, do game nights, or just watch movies. However, as time went on, the family dynamic shifted as your brother had his first child. And then the next one. They were now up to 4 kids, the oldest being 7 years old, the youngest at 2. Double dates became Ghibli Studio binges and babysitting time.

Not that either of you minded, though. Your nieces and nephews were all angels, and you and Suga both loved caring for children. You and Suga had been trying for kids of your own for a while, but for the longest time, things didn’t seem to be in your favor. Suga knew that you felt responsible and that it weighed down on you, so he always kept his spirits high for you both. But you knew your beloved husband too well- he wanted a baby as badly as you, if not more.

“Of course I’ll play with you guys,” Suga ruffled her hair, tightly holding the paper in his other hand.

“I’m assuming Sumire-chan, Fumio-chan, and Mizu-chan are already hiding then?” He asked, glancing around the room to see if he could see any poorly hidden heads or tiny movements.

“Y-yes...When you find them make sure you ask them for their papers, okay?” Before Suga could answer, she quickly turned around and scurried to the kitchen and grabbed her father’s leg, tugging on the fabric. “Did I do okay Otou-san?” She whispers quietly.

Her father gives her a big smile and nods, patting her head. A hint of a smile pulls up at your lips as well. Tsubaki was the oldest of the group, and such a good older sister to her siblings, but she was yours and Suga’s lil princess. When you asked the kids to help you out when you arrived at the house that day, she was the most enthusiastic about making her Ojisan happy.

Suga opened the folded piece of paper in his hands, very curious as to what this was all about. On the white piece of paper, in his niece’s bubbly and straight handwriting, was written:

“for giving us another.”

His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, and his head instinctively tilted. That told him absolutely nothing. But he could conclude that there was some bigger message. They were all too small to come up with something like a scavenger hunt/hide-and-seek game, so he knew it was the doing of the three suspicious-looking adults watching him intently.

What are you all planning? Suga asked with his eyes, eye contact jumping between all three of you. Hide and seek was the kids’ tradition with Suga. Without fail, they would beg him to play EVERY Friday when you guys came over. And without fail, he would always agree. It was his game with the kids. But it seems like the adults had a hand in the game this time around. It was a competition with them, too. Alright then, game on.

Now, there are some things you have to know about this household’s version of hide and seek. The kids have numbered them as rules and made a nice little poster to go along with them, that way everyone would know them.

Rule 1! Suga Oji-san will always be the first one to seek.

Because, for some reason, Suga Oji-san was also a master hide-and-seeker, there was an extra rule when he was seeking.

Rule 2! When Suga Oji-san is seeking, he has to do it in 15 minutes, or else we win!!

“Tsubaki-chan!~ when does my time start?” He calls out to the little girl, but his eyes are trained on you.

Tsubaki looks up to her father because she forgot to keep track (oops).

“You’re down a minute, Koushi,” your brother responds, leaning against the table in the kitchen.

“You know, if you don’t find all the kids in that time, you may not get all the pieces of paper,” your sister-in-law chimed in, teasingly, at which you chuckled.

Suga quirked an eyebrow, his competitive spirit really getting riled up now. “Tsubaki-chan, are you gonna come help me find the others?” He put his bag down by the door itself and started to quickly move towards the stairs.

Rule 3! Once found, you have to help the seeker find the other hiders.

Tsubaki scurried back to her Oji-san, happily (but quietly) saying, “Let’s go find Sumire-chan and Fumio-chan,” as she pulled his hand, leading him up the stairs.

Suga knew that he genuinely couldn’t lose this time around. Sure, he could usually find the kids easily because they rotated through the same spots, but he always made a spectacle of trying to find them, loudly expressing how lost he was. Sometimes he would even lose on purpose. But not today, knowing that the adults would hold to their word of not letting him see the last piece of paper if he wasn’t in time. Sumire, first on the list of kids to find, had also gotten better at hiding now that she was older, and Suga wouldn’t be surprised if her father helped her find a new hiding space.

“Ne, Tsubaki-chan, do you know if Sumire-chan is hiding in the spare guest bedroom?”

“Oh uh, I-I don’t know…” she pushed up her glasses and tugged on her sweater.

He’s taking that as a yes. “Let’s go check.”

Usually, she hid under the bed or burrowed beneath a pile of pillows that sat by the headboard, but she was in neither location. Suga pursed his lips, hands falling to his hips. “Sumire-chan is almost always in this room! But I can’t find her anywhere. She must be a master hider, I swear,” he proclaims, leaning against the wall. The closet door that was mostly closed didn’t mask the muffled giggle that carried in the air.

“Tsubaki-chan, is that a… monster in the closet?” He gasps dramatically, as he pushes the door open slightly, just in case Sumire was behind the door. The giggling from the closet mixed with Tsubaki’s as they found Suga Oji-chan’s commentary hilarious.

There, hiding in the corner of the closet with spare pillows and stuffed animals covering everything but her face, Sumire was now giggling uncontrollably.

“I’m not a monster, Oji-san~~~!”

“You’re right,” Suga responds as he pulls the pillows and stuffed toys off her body, pulling her arms lightly to help her stand up, “you’re Sumire-chan!” he cheers, pulling her into a hug, which she joyously returns.

“Sumire!” Tsubaki whisper shouts. “The paper!”

“Oh! Oji-san take this~!” she pulls the piece of paper out from her overall’s front pocket and holds it up to him.

Suga takes the paper and opens it to read-

“Thank you”

-written in neat cursive, resembling his sister-in-law’s writing.

“For giving us another” and “thank you.” Yeah, I still have no idea what this means. He just has to find the other two pieces, then. No point in overthinking.

“Tsubaki-chan, did Otou-san give you the timer to carry?”

Yes, there is an official stopwatch they carry for this game. That’s how seriously they take hide and seek.

“Mmhm! You have 8 minutes left, Oji-san.”

“No time to waste, huh? Ok, let’s go find Fumio-chan then.” He slides the pieces of paper into his pocket and offered his hands for the little girls to hold, although Sumire opted to just hold his two fingers instead- it was easier for her smol hands (I love when children do that 🥺💖).

As you put your mug into the sink while carrying out conversations with your brother, you watch Suga and the two little girls descend from the stairs, their tiny hands gently clasped in Suga’s. As they reach the bottom they dash to your brother, leaning against his legs. Suga makes eye contact with you and smirks lightly, his competitive spirit shining through.

“Found Sumire, hmm?” You taunt, knowing that he took a little longer than usual. This game that usually had no stakes had insanely high stakes, which Suga had no cognizance of, so you try to be as unassuming as possible.

“I did!” He taunts back, but his eyes drop to her and his voice softens. “She did a good job hiding, though.” You turn just in time to see her whole face light up. Your heart bursts at the sight. You both would die for these kids. From when Tsubaki was born to Mizu’s first steps, you and Suga had been there to see a lot of it and raise them in part.

“The next target is Fumio. But I have no idea where he is!!” Raising his voice at the last part, he looks around dramatically, eliciting a giggle from the two little girls.

Fumio is almost always in the kitchen- during hide and seek and even outside the bounds of the game (baby loves food). Suga monologues, opening the pantry and turning on the lights.

Would he go somewhere entirely different to throw me off?

Well, no. The point of the game IS for Suga to win (this time around).

So where is he?

The girls let out another round of giggles when Suga opens the fridge to look for Fumio, and you and your brother can’t help but chuckle as well.

“Ne, Ni-san,” Suga calls to your brother. “Can you give me a hint to where Fumio-chan might be?”

“I don’t know,” he pulls his mug away from his face. “Do you think I should help Oji-san?” He looks down at his girls.

Little Sumire nods her head aggressively and Tsubaki quietly responds, “Yes!”

“Koushi-kun. You remember when Fumio was like, 2 and would crawl everywhere?” your brother starts.

How could any of you forget? The kid ended up hiding unintentionally in all the worst places. Underneath desks, behind the couch, inside the dishwasher- it was endless. But there was one place above all he loved to hide…

Suga’s eyes met your brother’s, lighting up with understanding.

“Fumio loves helping put away the dishes, right Tsubaki-chan?” Suga walks around to the other side of the kitchen, where you were now standing next to all the cupboards filled with cooking pots.

“But sometimes he puts himself away, with the pots, too.” He was right. Fumio would put a pot away and push it all the way to the back of the cabinet, only to crawl in after it. How he found the spot comfy, none of you understood. But it made for some very cute photos.

“Fumio thinks he’s a pot!” Sumire chimes in.

“So I should check where all the pots are, shouldn’t I?” With that, Suga opens the (already slightly open) cabinet, to reveal a little boy with his hands over his mouth (concealing giggles) and a pot on his head. Suga smiles and lifts the 3-year-old out of the cabinet, pot sliding down and covering the child’s eyes.

“Look! Fumio-chan is a pothead!!” Sumire cries out.

All three of you burst out laughing, your brother almost spitting out his hot chocolate.

“Su-Sumire-chan don’t say that okay? It means something different,” you try and talk without dissolving into giggles again.

“Hmm? But he has a pot on his head. What else could it mean?” She looked extremely confused and you couldn’t even fault her for it.

“You’ll find out when you’re older,” your brother’s classic way of shutting down unwanted topics (for now).

Fumio, on the other hand, was just glad to be in his uncle’s arms, surrounded by his favorite pots.

“Oji-san, here!” Fumio giggled as he held the piece of paper up above his head with both hands. Suga pulled the boy against his body, opting to hold him with his left arm, while receiving and reading the piece of paper with his right.

“To play with”

-was all that was written on the small piece, this time clearly in your brother’s handwriting.

“Thank you for giving us another… to play with.” Suga’s hand goes slack as his eyebrows furrow in thought. What did I give them to play with? Did I buy them a toy recently? Was I supposed to buy them something!?

The little boy in Suga’s hand notes the pensive look his Oji-san had-- leading to the boy’s decision to poke his Oji-san’s face, right on his beauty mark. “You have to find Mizu-chan!!” He cries, his smol finger gently pressing into Suga’s cheek.

Your brother gently tilts the watch in Tsubaki’s hands. “2 minutes, Koushi.”

“2 minutes!” A lot more time actually elapsed than he expected. “Let’s go find Mizu-chan then! Come on, Tsubaki-chan, Sumire-chan!”

Suga hands Fumio over to you, taking the pot off his head and placing it on the table. He reaches his hands out to the girls again, both of whom accept gladly. And with that, he bounds back into the living room where your sister-in-law still waits.

“One minute, Oji-san!” Sumire calls out this time, genuinely concerned her uncle won’t make it in time.

But there’s another unspoken rule that’s been accepted by all the participants that ensures Suga’s success.

Rule 4! The baby gets to be found last.

Mizu was just 2 years old. He didn’t understand the concept of winning or losing. He just liked it when other people played with him. But the older kids did understand winning. And just like Suga, they were quite competitive. This rule was made to teach them that being nice to those who can’t play as much (like a baby) is more important than winning.

With this stipulation, Mizu consistently hid in the same spot for every single game. Without fail, in the small woven basket used to house all the family blankets, the baby boy would sit in silence, his mom right next to him on the couch it lays adjacent to.

Suga was gonna draw it out, though. If it's not a show for the kids, then was there really a point?

You and your brother (who now had his turn at holding Fumio) watched as Suga ran behind the TV, searched beneath the table, and moved pillows on the couch searching for the baby of the family.

“30 seconds!”

“I have no idea where Mizu is! What should I do?”

Sumire’s face is flushed with worry and excitement as she runs up to him and grabs his hand with both of her own, pulling him towards the blankie basket. “Oji-san! He hides here usually! Hurry before time runs out!”

You sit down onto the arm of the couch as Suga stares at the woven basket.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2…”

“Found you!!!” Suga pulls the cover of the basket away, triggering an endless stream of baby giggles from little 2-year-old Mizu. Suga picks up Mizu and his stuffed bear that he had been clinging onto.

“Oji-san wins!!” Sumire jumps up and down, hopping onto her mother’s lap. Tsubaki opts to sit on the floor, ready to watch what was to come. At this point, you and your brother are also sitting on the couch, your anxiousness raising in your belly.

“So where’s that last piece of paper….” Suga scans the baby for any pockets when he realizes it's tucked into the ribbon around the neck of the bear in his hands.

“I’ll take him,” your sister in law says as she gently puts Sumire on the side, grabbing Mizu from Suga before sitting down again.

Suga slides the slip of paper out from the bear’s ribbon and sits onto his knees, retrieving the other pieces of paper from his pockets.

“Ready for the big reveal?” He asked the kids in tone of voice, but the adults through eye contact. Although he had no doubts all the adults already knew the message.

Tsubaki nodded in agreement while Fumio’s eyes were trained on his Oji-san. Sumire was fidgety.

“Alright! So it says, ‘Thank you...’ ‘for giving us…’” he places the little slips onto the floor, leaving a gap for the 3rd piece. “...Something ‘to play with.’ Let’s see what I gave you guys to play with.” The final piece was now being flipped over in his fingers. He was killing himself with the suspense. “Thank you for giving us another-” he drops the last piece into line with the others, “-FRIEND… to play with…”

Though the words came out of Suga’s mouth, he didn’t process what they had meant right away. For once, the fun and playful Koushi oji-san had dropped his usual playful demeanor for one of complete shock.

A...a friend?

Your nerves were now skyrocketing as you felt your brother squeeze your arm in a calm and reassuring manner. You get up, arms hugging yourself as you slowly approach Suga, who was dumb struck on the floor.

But before you could speak, Tsubaki spoke up, scooching towards Suga, tugging on his arm sleeve.

“Oji-san, remember when I asked you if you and Y/N Oba-san had any babies I could be friends with, and you told me we would have to wait a while?” Suga’s eyes moved to the little girl, wide in surprise. In honesty, her words caught you and your brother off guard as well.

She remembered that? It was a conversation from around when Fumio was a few months old, and you and Suga had been trying so hard for a child then. She asked Suga if she could play with your kids, somehow convinced that you guys were hiding your own children from meeting her. It crushed you both internally, but you had smiled as Suga told her “Oba-san and I don’t have any friends for you now. But I promise we will give you another friend to play with as soon as we can! You might have to wait for a while though.” He had ruffled her hair and smiled, but it was pained. Though she was young and didn’t understand why, she knew that what she had said had hurt Koushi oji-san, one of her favorite people. You assumed your sister-in-law had told her to just not ask you or Suga about it again, but you never assumed she actually held onto the memory.

Suga just looked at Tsubaki, waiting for her to continue.

“... well… Oba-san said that she has a baby in her tummy… and that when it comes out we can be friends… so we wanted to say thank you for keeping your promise, Oji-san.”

Everything goes still. Even the small children sitting in the room, Mizu now sleeping on his mother’s shoulder while Fumio and Sumire hugged each other, aware of the frozen air...

...until Suga lets out a shuttered breath. You look at him, watching tears stream down his eyes, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“Yes, Tsubaki-chan, I told you we would keep our promise,” he jumps up, pulling her into a hug and spinning her around. She starts laughing and he laughs too. Before you know it your body starts shaking from giggles and tears that can’t help but escape you. You can hear your sister-in-law crying as well, and feel your brother’s arm pull you into a hug, a bright smile plastered across his face.

Your sister-in-law had come with you to your doctor’s appointment 3 weeks prior to confirm the pregnancy. However, you wanted to hold off on telling Suga just to increase the chances of the pregnancy carrying through. You couldn’t bear the thought of telling him only to lose the baby mid pregnancy- that would absolutely crush him. So while waiting, you decided to come up with a fun way to tell him, getting your nieces and nephews in on the plan in the process. Although your brother and sister had known, neither had really processed the information. And neither had you. Not until this moment.

Suga put Tsubaki down and approached you, face completely tear-stained and smile bright as the sun. You always somehow got lost in his beautiful features, and now you felt lost in the happiness radiating off of him. You let him engulf you in his arms, kissing your forehead while his tears rolled onto your face.

“We finally did it, love.” He whispers.

You push your face into his button-up shirt, inhaling his cologne and the reminiscent smell of detergent.

“We did,” you murmur against him.

“Wait, Oji-san and Oba-san are gonna have a baby?!” You hear a surprised Sumire ask loudly. Evidently, she had been a bit out of the loop and Tsubaki one-san had to fill her in a bit.

“Yes, Sumi, we are having a baby,” you respond, turning your head to look at her but not letting go of Suga.

You watch the realization dawn on her, turning to Fumio. “Fumio there’s another baby coming!” She jumps up and down once more, spreading her excitement to the little boy who starts clapping and jumping with her.

“Ba-by! Ba-by! Ba-by!” the two cheer while Tsubaki tries to shush them, Mizu still fast asleep.

“Alright you two, shhh! Time for dinner. You can cheer more after dinner,” your sister-in-law chides as she heads to the kitchen.

“Who’s ready for some ramen?”

“Ra-men! Ra-men!”

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Once dinner was over, a movie was watched, the children were put to bed, and dishes put away, you and Suga say bye to your brother and sister-in-law.

“Goodnight Ni-chan!” you say as you watch him close the door.

“Night Y/N-chan, Koushi-kun.” He waves a final goodbye.

As you approach the passenger side of the car, you feel a hand lightly tug your wrist. You turn around to have Suga wrap his one arm around you while guiding your face to his as he gives you a slow and loving kiss. As you pull away, Suga buries his face into the crook of your neck, his smile pressed against your skin.

“We’ve waited for so long, Y/N… and now it’s finally happened.”

You pet his hair and snuggle against his head. “I know, Koushi. And it will be wonderful. You’re going to be the best dad out there.”

“And you’re gonna be a wonderful mom.”

You both stand there for a minute, bodies warm in each other’s embrace and hearts warm in the realization of your shared dream.

“But you know, our baby’s gonna be really lucky,” you giggle.

Suga pulls away to look at your face. “Why is that?”

You put a hand on your stomach.

“Baby is going to have a lot of wonderful friends to play with, always.”

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better than this (dad!chris evans)

summary: a little insight into life as a parent with chris throughout the years

warnings: talk of preterm labor but nothing graphic or major

word count: 2,250

A/N: okay so like this idea came to me at 2 am and wrote it till about 5 in the morning and im crying at the softness. totally unedited and posted bc im so obsessed with it. i havent written in this kind of format before but i loved loved loved it. i was also thinking while writing this to do this but for steve rogers and i swear i lost my mind. if you guys are interested in something like that id love to write this but for steve <3

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After meeting through some mutual friends you fell in love with each other. Chris swore he would have married you after your first date. A ring came about a year and a half later, Chris not wanting to call you anything but his wife for any longer. One dream wedding and a month-long honeymoon around the world, you were Mrs. Y/N Evans.

The conversation about kids came fairly early in the relationship. Him coming from a big family, he wanted the same for himself. He wanted a big house in the Massachusetts suburbs, the white picket fence, a couple of dogs, and the kids. He wanted to come home from work being attacked by a couple of kids and seeing you walking towards him barefoot and pregnant.

You were an only child to divorced parents, growing up mostly on your own. You never saw yourself as a mom, but always loved the idea of running after a couple of kids. Never wanting to bring a child into the kind of world you grew up in. The sad and lonely kind of world you endured most of your life. After meeting his family after a couple of months of dating and seeing the way he interacted with his nieces and nephews, you couldn’t help but hope to see yourself raising some kids with him.

He loved the idea of raising a family with you.

Grayson Christopher Evans

You brought your first child into the world not too long after your wedding.

You were in labor for about 16 hours before you were met with the screams of a baby boy.

Your baby boy.

He cried and cried until his skin met yours, calming him down almost instantly. Looking over at Chris who was at an absolute loss for words at the little person calming himself with the sound of your heartbeat. He looked at you for a while before looking back at his baby boy.

Chris couldn’t quite process the feelings he felt that night his son was born. He knew how much he loved you. You knew how much you loved him. But having this little person as a tangible expression of your love and commitment for each other was just beyond him. It was beyond anyone.

Grayson was just like his dad. Almost an exact copy of him if you were being honest. The same big blue eyes. The same soft brown hair. The same everything. Lisa often said how much Grayson was just like Chris was when he was a kid. There was little of you visible in him. Maybe he had the curve of your nose and the shape of your lips. But he was all Chris.

His little personality bubbling since day one. You couldn't have asked for a more perfect baby. He giggled as much as he could and played until he fell asleep with a toy in his hand. You were so lucky to have been gifted this little boy as your first baby. Chris had been struggling to balance work and his responsibility to you and Grayson but never failed to make sure you knew how loved you both were, even from thousands of miles apart.

Eleanor Olivia Evans

After another long labor, you welcomed a little girl into your new family of 4. A tiny little girl who, just like your boy once did, calmed themselves down at the sound of your heart and the warmth from your body. Chris once again sat there just absolutely beside himself at the sight of the love of his life with his little girl on your chest.

Introducing Eleanor, or Ellie, to Grayson was probably one of the greatest moments of your life. Chris walked in with Grayson in his arms telling him that we needed to use our indoor voices when talking to mommy and the baby. Grayson quickly climbed to sit right next to you, not bearing even 1 day away from you. You hugged your little boy and talked to him about meeting his sister. Grayson ran his little hands running along Eleanor’s cheeks as you sat there crying at the moment they were having with each other.

Now with a 3-year-old and a 1-year-old life couldn’t have been sweeter. You had hardly been working while pregnant with Ellie, still having to keep up with a rambunctious toddler. Before kids, you were doing some writing for all sorts of movies and TV shows. After kids, you took fewer jobs that require travel and stayed mostly local.

Chris not wanting to leave you at home with a toddler and a newborn had made sure his work kept him close or allowed you and the kids to go with him. You both wanted to make sure you were there when Grayson and Ellie needed you.

If Grayson was a mama’s boy, Ellie was 1000% a daddy’s girl. She refused to let Chris out of her sight if she could help it. She refused to sleep most nights without hearing the sound of her dad’s voice and would cry and cry if he didn’t sing her to sleep. When Chris was pulled away for a week for work you were losing your mind trying to get her to sleep.

After a mild breakdown, you gave in and called Chris knowing even hearing his voice over the phone would calm the baby down. He sat there on the phone and just talked to her. She fell asleep almost immediately and slept through most of the night. You thanked Chris and ended up asking him for voice recordings of him talking and singing so you could play them in case he was pulled away again.

Charlotte Rose Evans

Charlotte, or Charlie as she's been nicknamed by her siblings, came into the world with a crew waiting so patiently for her arrival. By far the most painful and complicated birth you have had, she had quite dramatically made her entrance into the Evans family.

You had been monitored closely the last couple of months of your pregnancy as Miss Charlie tried to make an appearance early. You had some complications about halfway through and your midwife had been worried about possible preterm labor. You had started to have what you knew were contractions at 30 weeks and were immediately rushed into the hospital to try and halt the contractions and luckily succeeding.

You were placed on strict bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy, not even allowed to stand at the stove making dinner, only getting up to use the bathroom and move from the bed to the couch.

It didn’t make your life with an overactive 4 and 2-year-old easy at all. Chris stayed home 24/7 to take care of you and his mom and sisters rotating taking the time to stay with you to help with the kids.

When Charlie did make her debut both of you were as healthy as you could be. Once again, bringing Chris to tears as another baby made their way into your family. He didn’t know he was capable of loving this much. He thought he had reached capacity after Ellie but the love he had for you and his kids just kept growing as you kept adding on.

If Grayson was all Chris, Charlie was all you. Except for her blue eye, which you figured would be a pattern with your kids. She was a copy of you and Chris ate it up. Eleanor is a perfect combination of the two of you. You could see the traits of you as well as the traits of Chris throughout her. But Charlie was completely you.

Grayson fit right into his role as big brother and protector of the Evans girls. He made sure every night he said goodnight to his sisters and told them he loved them with a kiss on their foreheads.

Ellie was excited that she no longer had to share her dolls with Grayson and would finally have a girl to play with. Charlie looked up to her big sister, seeing her as the most amazing person she has ever met.

Grayson, however, felt like he needed another sibling, specifically a boy sibling, and constantly asked you for a brother. He said to you over and over again that his friends at school had brothers and he needed one so very bad. You and Chris had agreed to stop at 3 but had given into the idea of having 1 more to try and even out the numbers. With Grayson in 2nd grade, Ellie in kindergarten, and Charlie starting Pre-K soon, having another wouldn’t be impossible.

Declan Robert Evans

The 2nd boy and the 4th and final child Chris and Y/N had brought into their world. Another perfect mix of Chris and Y/N.

His birth being the last time you would be in the hospital having a baby made it just that more emotional. You soaked in the first moments of his life just a little bit more. Chris cried just a couple more tears, seeing that angel on your chest for the first time. You admired the father of your children just a little more seeing him introduce the addition to the family to your other kids. Adoring the look on Grayson’s face when you set Declan on his lap, finally meeting the little brother he’d been wanting. Asking you if he could take him to class to show off to all his friends.

Walking around your house Declan’s first day home was more emotional than you had thought it would be. You brought every single one of your babies right through your front door. You had pictures littered around the house of moments in your life you were lucky to have immortalized forever. Knowing you had started your family here made you love everything just that much more.

Declan now 5 years old, Charlotte 8 years old, Eleanor 10 years old and Grayson at 12 years old you couldn’t imagine life any differently. You and Chris celebrated 13 years of marriage and almost 15 years together surrounded by the physical representations of the love you two shared for each other was unexplainable.

You had slowly started to get back into the work you loved doing so much after Declan started school. You were able to work on projects offered to you with Chris and had become an unstoppable duo professionally and personally.

Even having the amazing opportunities to do something you loved to do, nothing would ever beat sitting around a table listening to your kids talk about everything and anything that came to mind. Listening to them talk about what happened at school or about upcoming events they want to participate in was the highlight of your day.

Grayson had been playing with a football the moment he could pick one up. Chris nearly cried when Grayson had approached you guys about doing little league football at the rec center. Chris had been watching Patriot's games with Grayson since the day he was born. Taking him to games with Scott whenever they had the chance. The love for football ran in his blood and when he found out he could play on a team he took the chance as soon as it presented himself.

Eleanor had found a love for music and performing, just like her dad. She had picked up music and singing at a very young age, which probably came from her dad's love of performing. You encouraged her to pursue her love for music by telling her stories of when her daddy was young and used to stand on stage before he started doing big movies. She loved looking at pictures and watching old videos of Chris performing in high school whenever she'd visit Grandma Lisa.

Charlotte had picked up your love of reading and writing as soon as she could. Her favorite day of the week is when her class gets to spend time at the library finding new things to read and learn about. So far a running theme with her is books about nature and animals. She loves sitting down with you in the afternoon and telling you about what she learned in the science portion of her day. She had learned about how plants and animals interact and how important they are for all humans. She told you that when she's big she wants to make sure no one ever hurts plants and animals since they are so important for us.

Declan hadn't quite developed a love for something like his siblings had. All he cares about right now is the kind of snacks his mom packs for him and superheroes. You and Chris had introduced him to the world of superheroes recently, knowing that being in school someone was bound to mention to him about seeing his dad on a movie they watched. He was obsessed with the fact that his dad was a superhero once upon a time. He loved watching Chris' movies and would always ask to watch them whenever Chris wasn't home.

You looked at Chris from across the table as Grayson talked to him about football tryouts and asking him if they could practice after dinner. He felt your eyes on him and looked at you with a smirk and a wink thrown at you before giving Grayson his attention again.

You sat back a little to look around at this family surrounding you, knowing there was nothing better than this.

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Cruel Summer, Part 7

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AN: Usual warnings apply. Thank you for all your comments and interactions -- you are all wonderful.

Aelin is going to murder her family. Okay, not actually. But, for some reason, they’ve decided they haven’t been spending enough time together, and that this week is going to be completely taken up by family activities. Which, usually Aelin would love. However, the only activity she wants to partake in is making out with Rowan Whitethorn’s face, and her family is making that physically impossible.

She opens her messenger and reads through her meager back and forth with him, explaining her lack of presence in the park. Rowan’s not a big texter, she learned. He replies in clipped answers. It’s impossible to read him. She messaged him the day after Friending him, not wanting to look too desperate, but also, she can’t stop thinking about the way her whole body pulsed as he’d leaned toward her in the brewery back hallway.

She is fairly certain she’s going to combust when she actually gets to touch him. Their chemistry is undeniable. Like two pieces of a magnet, unable to stay away from each other. She can’t believe he thinks she was dating Dorian, when she thought she’d made it so incredibly obvious she wanted to jump Rowan. And now that it’s a possibility… Her heart pounds with frustration at her family’s unintentional cockblocking.

Aelin hears Gavin and Evie squealing in the foyer, despite the early hour, which means Aedion and co. have arrived for the day. Aelin decides to descend from her room, waiting to hear what family activity awaits today. Hopefully it’s more active than yesterday’s beach day where she had nothing but free time to fantasize about all the things she wanted to do with Rowan on a beach and stress about how long he takes to reply to her messages. She did get a great base tan, though.

“Ah, look who’s decided to grace us with her presence,” Rhoe jokes. “Just in time to leave for the park.”

Aelin lights up. “We’re going to the park today?” She racks her brain. “But it’s not Saturday?”

Aedion ruffles her hair, earning a frown from Aelin. “How could you forget what today is, kiddo?”

“Because time has no meaning during the summer? And don’t call me kiddo, old man,” Aelin says cheekily. Aedion pokes her side, and she swats his finger away. “No, seriously, what is today?”

“It’s the Ashryver Alzheimers Foundation Fair,” Rhoe says, his tone serious. “So, let’s all be very nice to your mother today. She’s already at the park setting up.”

Aelin frowns in apology. She can’t believe she lost track of the time so much so that it’s already her mother’s charity event. Evalin spearheads the foundation. It’s her life’s passion. She created it after her own mother passed away from Alzheimers. It’s the one day of summer the park turns into more of a County Fair, filled with local food booths, a petting zoo, a fashion show, a silent auction, animal adoptions, and a big band for dancing in one of the eating tents. All the proceeds go to the foundation. Her mother works relentlessly all year long to put together the event, and it’s always incredibly fun.

Aelin takes out her phone and opens her messages again as Rhoe tells them to be ready to leave in ten minutes. She grins when she sees a message from Rowan waiting for her.

So, am I ever going to see you again, or…

Aelin replies too quickly. YES! We’re actually going to the park today.

Rowan messages back immediately. Out of excuses to avoid me?

Another message arrives in rapid succession. Just kidding. I know it’s a big ~Ashryver~ day here. Lorcan is just about to give us our morning assignments. Who came up with these activities? They’re insane.

Aelin smirks, wondering where he’ll be assigned. It’s the most Rowan has ever texted back.

It’s for charity! And you’ll love it. I’ll see you soon :)

I’ll believe it when I see it.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Aedion hovers over Aelin’s shoulder, and Aelin clutches her phone against her chest as she whips her head around to glare at her brother.

“No one.”

“Uh huh, sure.” Aedion frowns. “It’s not Chaol again, is it?”

Aelin grumbles. “Oh my god, why does everyone always think that?”

Aedion laughs. “I don’t know, maybe because he’s been the only guy you’ve dated for the entirety of your life? Even though you keep breaking up for good reason?”

Aelin flicks him off. “It’s not Chaol. He has a new girlfriend. Thank you very much.”

“So spill.”

Aelin shakes her head.

“Nox? Cain? Archer? Mikhail?”

Aedion lists the names of Dorian’s friends, other board members’ sons, and surrounding neighbors. Of course those are the only people he would consider. Someone from the park wouldn’t even cross his mind. Mostly because her family would not approve in the slightest.

“Come on, kids, let’s go,” Rhoe calls, rushing past the siblings in the foyer and saving Aelin. She exhales quickly as they pile into the car. Since Evalin will have so much to transport at the end of the day, they forgo walking.

The park is just opening when they arrive, and they spot Evalin immediately. She works to set up signs and balloons at the entrance. Rhoe goes to stand dutifully beside her, holding her purse and other accoutrements. The woman is a whirlwind, but a productive one. The park has been transformed before Aelin’s very eyes. Aelin breathes in deeply. She can already smell the scent of roasting meats and fried dough.

“Need any help, mom?” Aelin asks, and Aelin’s never been so grateful as when Evalin shrugs her off and tells her to go find her friends.

Aelin is halfway booking it to attempt to find Rowan when Gavin and Evie run up to her, each grabbing a hand and pulling her toward the animal adoption booths. “Let’s go look at the animals, Auntie Ae!” Evie announces sweetly, and Aelin sighs. She guesses she’ll have to look for Rowan later in the day.

Aelin takes her niece and nephew through the petting zoo, giving funny voices to all the farm animals, which delights them. She gives the cow a particularly high voice, which sends Gavin into a fit of giggles. Next to the petting zoo is a long row of adoption booths, and though Aelin knows she shouldn’t, she goes and looks at the puppies.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims, looking at the little of small golden puppies in the pen. The attendant smiles.

“I know. They’re precious, right?” Aelin nods, her hands itching to reach out and pet them.

“Do you want to come meet them?” the attendant asks, and Aelin nearly jumps into the pen with excitement. She sits down, Gavin and Evie with her, and within seconds, they’re swarmed by little balls of yipping fur, trying to climb over them and attack them with kisses.

Aelin hugs a puppy tight to her chest, letting it lick her face. She’s so happy she could almost cry.

“Not who I thought I’d run into you kissing today,” Dorian’s voice calls from the other side of the pen. Aelin flashes him a warning glare, but Dorian just laughs. “You look like you’re in heaven, Ace.”

“I love her,” Aelin says, nuzzling the puppy in her arms.

“Ah, I was wondering where my children ran off to. We’re not getting a puppy,” Aedion says, telling his kids to get out of the pen. “You too, Aelin,” he says with a soft chuckle.

Aelin reluctantly puts the puppy back on the ground, and it starts crying immediately. “She loves me too!” Aelin’s heart tugs. “I’m sorry, puppy. I hope you find a good home,” Aelin says as she climbs out of the pen.

“We’ll be here until closing,” the attendant says with a knowing smile.

“Come on,” Dorian says. “The pig race starts in ten minutes.”

Aelin looks around, trying to spot that bright head of silver-blonde hair, but it’s nowhere to be found. Resigned, Aelin follows her family to the races.

The rest of the afternoon flies by, filled with delicious food and ridiculous activities. But with each hour that passes, Aelin becomes more and more anxious to see Rowan. By the end of the day, Aelin still hasn’t seen him anywhere. She told Dorian to keep an eye out for him, too, but they must be on opposite schedules because wherever Aelin’s family goes, Rowan is not.

“Aw, don’t frown,” Dorian coos, pushing her cheeks up into a smile. “Should I go win you a stuffed animal? Will that make you feel better?”

Aelin checks her phone. No messages from Rowan. She sighs and looks at her best friend. “Yeah, win me a giant stuffed animal, please.”

Dorian rolls his eyes. “Let’s not be greedy, okay?”

Aelin laughs as they head over to the long row of games. Dorian attempts a bottle toss and fails miserably, missing each time.

“They’re glued down!” he insists, and Aelin laughs loudly.

“Sure, tell yourself that.”

“Whatever, I want to try again,” Dorian insists, but Aelin convinces him to go down the row of games, trying a new one each time. Dorian successfully fails at each and every one, and by the last one, he’s practically fuming. “They’re rigged!”

Aelin tries her hand at the bean bag toss and wins her first try. She turns to Dorian with a wide smile. “Sucker.” She hands him the small teddy bear awarded to her.

“Is this a mirage?” a low voice rumbles from behind. Rowan’s hand brushes against the small of her back, making Aelin shiver. “Or do I actually see Aelin Ashryver in front of me?”

“I’m real!” Aelin insists, spinning around quickly to see Rowan’s frowning face. “Are you okay?” she asks.

Rowan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “Really not looking forward to my final gig of the day.” He nods his head in the other direction. “I didn’t even think kissing booths were real outside movies, but apparently they are.”

Aelin is stunned silent at the words kissing booth, so much so that she doesn’t even clock Rowan saying he’ll see her later and heading to the booth. She watches as he relieves Fenrys of his duty and takes his seat behind the heart shaped awning. Aelin’s never participated in the kissing booth before, deeming it silly to pay $10 for a staff member to kiss her cheek, but the staff member giving out kisses has never been Rowan Whitethorn before.

Frantic, Aelin opens her wallet and groans. A single dollar bill sits inside. She looks up at an amused Dorian.

“Need a loan, Ace?”

“Don’t be mean,” Aelin begs. Dorian pulls out his wallet. He rummages through and pulls out a crisp hundred dollar bill. Aelin raises her eyebrows.

“It’s all I have.”

“I’ll pay you back,” she says, and Dorian’s laugh trails after her as she makes her way to the kissing booth line quickly. She can’t believe how much it’s filled up in the mere minutes since Rowan took over.

She hears the girls in front of her giggling about how cute he is, and Aelin can’t say she disagrees. She also can’t believe she’s actually doing this, but she can’t not.

When she arrives at the head of the line, Rowan looks remarkably surprised. He sits up straighter in his seat and clears his throat, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. He looks up at her with his wide green eyes, and it takes all of Aelin’s self-restraint not to lean in and kiss that blush right off his face.

“Hey,” he begins, startled. “I didn’t think…”

“You didn’t?” she interrupts, a glimmer of mirth in her eyes.

He rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I may have really thought you were avoiding me. Which would be totally understandable. I definitely made things weird.”

Aelin laughs. “I’ve been texting with you all week!”

“I know,” Rowan chuckles. “I just… I didn’t want to assume anything anymore.”

“I don’t think I can be any clearer than this,” Aelin says and slides over Dorian’s money.

Rowan looks up at her through his flutter of blonde eyelashes. “Aelin, this is a hundred dollar bill.” He pauses. “It only costs ten.”

“It’s for charity,” she says, hoping her confidence outweighs the pile of nerves swirling in her stomach.

Though most girls had been turning their heads to the side, giving Rowan their cheek to kiss, Aelin leans straight forward, her face head on with his. She watches his internal debate rage, his eyes flickering from her eyes and down to her lips and back up again. Aelin leans forward a smidge further, and his eyes darken. Aelin’s stomach flips, waiting for him to close the distance. She inhales and exhales uneasily, and finally, Rowan leans in and slowly presses his lips against hers. It’s soft and perfect and ends far too soon.

Aelin’s eyes flutter open. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. Rowan breathes heavily as he pulls away, and Aelin is satisfied to see that his blush has bloomed further on his cheeks. With how flushed she feels, she’s sure she looks similarly.

“What time does your shift end?” Aelin asks, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

Rowan looks at his watch. “Forty minutes. Why?” he asks.

Aelin leans forward, hoping her voice sounds steadier than her legs feel as she whispers, “I’m going to be waiting under the pier. And I’d like to collect on the rest of my ninety dollars.”

Rowan brings his hand to his face to cover his wide smile and nods. Electricity crackles over Aelin’s skin as she walks away, and without even looking she knows it’s because he’s watching her.

She finds her family quickly and congratulates her mom on a successful day before letting them know that she feels like walking home alone. They’re all so tired and distracted from starting clean up that Aelin’s suspicious behavior barely even registers with them. Except for Aedion who raises an eyebrow at his sister, but she waves him off, saying she just feels like some quiet time.

Aelin climbs down onto the beach and heads for her spot under the pier. The sun fades over the horizon, giving way to a beautiful bright moon. The ocean seems to glitter under it, and the sound of breaking waves soothes her as she waits. She slips off her sandals and sinks her toes into the cool sand and leans against one of the thick wooden posts of the pier’s structure. She rolls her shoulders backwards and tries to loosen up and relax, but the anticipation is killing her.

It feels like she’s waited forever when she finally hears the sound of soft footfalls approaching on the sand. She turns nervously. She wasn’t actually sure he’d show up. But there, in all his silver-headed glory, stalking towards her is Rowan.

She’s about to greet him, but she doesn’t get a chance, because before she says a word, his mouth crashes to hers. Gone is the tender, sweet kiss they’d shared an hour ago. This one is desperate, a culmination of weeks of misunderstandings and tension and heated glares. Aelin opens her mouth against his, letting him in, letting him take whatever he wants of her. Her skin feels like it’s on fire where his hands roam across the fabric of her shirt and down to her ass. Aelin groans against Rowan’s mouth and wraps her arms around his neck, not wanting any space between them.

Rowan’s strong arms reach down and lift her legs, wrapping them around her waist, and Aelin can feel him hard against her. She pulls him even closer. Now it’s Rowan’s turn to groan. It’s music to Aelin’s ears. She rocks against him again – anything to elicit that noise from his mouth again.

Rowan backs them into the wooden post and braces himself with one arm. Aelin doesn’t have time to think about how impressively strong that must make him. To hold her up with one arm and his hips, pinned against her. The wooden pole of the pier scrapes against Aelin’s back, and she hopes her family is asleep by the time she gets home otherwise they’ll have some serious questions. But Aelin’s already thrown caution to the wind. She’s burning, completely electrified by Rowan’s touch. She lets her head fall back as his open mouth trails down her bare neck.

“If you leave a mark I’ll kill you,” she manages to croak out between pants. And Rowan chuckles against her neck but doesn’t stop his affections. “I’m serious,” she breathes out. “It’s summer, and I’m not wearing a scarf.”

Rowan lets his teeth drag across her neck, gently scraping the skin, and Aelin fully shudders in his arms.

He finally pulls his face away, but doesn’t let Aelin slide out of his arms, still keeping her pinned to the wide pole.

“Hi.” He smiles, his dark eyes staring into hers. The dark pine green glows with want.

“Hi,” she says in return.

He pushes her hair, which has fallen out of her ponytail, away from her face and tucks it behind her ear. Rowan smiles wider and kisses Aelin softly again. His lips lingering on hers until they’re practically breathing into each other’s mouths.

“I told you I wasn’t avoiding you,” she mumbles quietly into the space between their lips.

“I’ll never doubt you again.” He looks at her seriously. His eyes plead with silent apology and future promises, and they slice through Aelin, making her feel something that she’s not sure she’s ever felt before.

“I want to do this with you all the time,” she says as she unhooks her legs and finally slides to stand on the ground.

Rowan chuckles, and she can feel his chest vibrating against hers. “I think we can arrange that.”

She looks up at him, and he looks right back, his gaze unwavering, and Aelin knows in this very moment that she’s in trouble.

Oh boy.

As they resume their kissing, this time slow and languid and toe-curling, Aelin can’t help but think she’s not sure she’s ready for a Rowan Whitethorn.

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mrsamaroevans · 4 years

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Tightrope

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Reader.

Request: No. Please, bear with me… I’m not ignoring your requests, I’m just writing as I feel inspired.

Words: 4,643. (This is the longest thing I have ever wrote, I’m really proud of it, but I don’t think someone is gonna read it :c)

Warnings: A swear word maybe.

A/N: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *Gif mine* There’s no need to say I got inspired with The Greatest Showman’s song “Tightrope”. I freaking love it! PT. 2 HERE

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“Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go”

Some people may say you were too young to know about love, at least, that was what everyone used to tell you. Starting for your parents, then your older siblings, your uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, family friends… everyone used to tell you that you were crazy for thinking your high school boyfriend was the one for you. And you got so tired that you just stopped listening.

Oh, but when Miguel put a ring in your hand… that was it for your family and even some of your friends disappeared as soon as you told them. They all agreed on something: twenty-two was a stupid age to get married.

But, how could it be a stupid decision when Miguel was always there for you when even sometimes your own family wasn’t? How could you be crazy to get married to the man who had loved you since you were sixteen? The man who cheered you up in your good moments and even more in the worst.

You looked at your family’s relationships; you had never seen your parents kissing or even hugging each other, you had never listened an “I love you” from any of them to the other one and even your mother had said in a few occasions that she didn’t love your father anymore, she was only with him for mere habit.

“Nothing good comes with marriage… nothing” one of your aunts told you when she saw the pretty ring Miguel gave you. But she was married. Did that mean that she didn’t feel anything for her husband anymore? Did that mean she didn’t considerate her children as something good?

Your sister was divorcing after only three years of marriage, your brother broke up his engagement and got back together with his girlfriend —or fiancée, you didn’t know what they were anymore and, actually, no one really knew— maybe ten times by then. One of your oldest cousins was going for his third marriage, other one had a baby and the father left two months after her daughter was born.

With all the history of failed and turbulent relationships in your family, most people wouldn’t want to get married, they wouldn’t even believe in love. But you did. You believed in Miguel, you believed in your relationship.

Your family didn’t want to know anything about the wedding, you were still living with your parents, but it was like you weren’t. Your mother ignored you most of the time, she only talked to you if it was extremely necessary. You never saw your brother, it came a moment when you only used to go to sleep ‘cause the rest of the day you were planning the wedding with Dita, Miguel and your only friend who stayed with you.

And the day came. After months of planning your wedding, you walked down the aisle with your father at your side; he was the only one who wanted to be at the event. He was the only one in your family who didn’t push you aside. Did he like your decision? No, he didn’t, but he loved you and he wanted to be at your side in one of the most special days of your life.

You looked at Miguel waiting for you. His eyes never left yours and when he took your hand, you knew you weren’t making a mistake.

“You look so gorgeous, I’m so lucky to be at your side” He had whispered before the priest started the ceremony. Miguel intertwined his fingers with yours and he didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the ceremony.

And you hoped for him to never do it.

“You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream”

“We’re so proud of you, hijo,” Dita said, squeezing Miguel’s hand as some tears were gathering in her eyes. Your husband smiled, radiating happiness and pride for working so hard the past weeks.

“You also should be proud of (y/n)” Miguel looked at you and smiled when you frowned “These past weeks were hard but she was amazing… she was there all the way and she didn’t scream at me not even once”

“Shut up” You chuckled, palming his arm.

Your in-laws were in town to celebrate Miguel’s first development deal. The four of you were having dinner at a restaurant and your husband’s parents looked as happy and proud as him.

Miguel’s parents didn’t want him to get involved with the cartel, and the fact that he just started his career on the other side of the border meant that he was further away from the business his father started once.

So they felt relief.

“But, seriously… we have more news” Miguel added, sitting straight and taking your hand. You didn’t know anything about that other news, so you looked at him waiting for whenever he had to say.

“¡Oh, por Dios! You’re having a baby?” Dita cried in excitement, her hands on her mouth, and the tears almost rolled out of her eyes.

“No,” you said, quickly “No, we’re not” A little laugh came out of your mouth and you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty after seeing her reaction.

“Querida, they’ve been married for six months, let them enjoy marriage life as a couple,” José said, smiling and chuckling when his wife also laughed “But a grandkid would be great” He added, making you and Miguel laugh “So, what is that other news?”

“Yes, I also want to know” You frowned but kept your smile at your husband.

“Well… your agent called while you were showering” Miguel started and your heart stopped for a second at hearing him mention your literature agent “Random House wants your book”

Dita gasped in awe and excitement and you felt José’s hand palming your shoulder as a way to congratulate you. Miguel laughed at you ‘cause after a minute you were still shocked, so, his laugh made you go back to reality.

“Are you kidding me?” You asked and Miguel chuckled again “Miguel if you’re joking… I swear to god—”

“I’m not” he shook his head no and squeezed your hand twice “You have to sign the contract tomorrow”

Your hands went to cover your face, you were so excited that you felt about to cry and didn’t want your in-laws to see. They chuckled while Miguel’s arm landed on your shoulders to kiss your temple.

“It shouldn’t be a surprise, love, your book is so good,” Miguel said, pulling your hands out of your face and smiling at you “(Y/n) Galindo, bestselling author, I can see it”

“So I risk it all just to be with you”

Later that day, you went to Loco’s Festival to keep celebrating. There was something about fairs and the smell of cotton candy that kept you happy all the time you were in the place. It reminded you that day when Miguel asked you to be his girlfriend in a fair in Hermosillo.

It all started at a fair and you loved going back to that day.

Miguel held your hand as you were walking through the place, he was trying to convince you to get into the hunting house but all that came from your mouth was a massive “no”

“C’mon! I’ll hold your hand the whole time and everything” Miguel said but you shook your head no again “Amor…”

“I said no, Miguel” You looked at him, smirking “You know how much I hate when someone scares me”

“But nothing’s gonna happen” he insisted “I’m gonna be with you”

“No” you repeated, laughing with him.

But soon, your smile disappeared from your face when you saw the one who was your best friend. She was too far away from Hermosillo, but she looked happy.

You couldn’t help but think about everything you left behind when you got married to Miguel. The last time you had seen your family was the day before your wedding, they didn’t want to know about you once you took Miguel’s name, not even your father had called you in all that time.

You heard your brother’s girlfriend got pregnant and they finally got married. By now, their baby should have been born already and you wouldn’t get to know your niece or nephew.

You missed your mom, you wanted to tell her about your book and wanted to share that moment with her like you always planned, but you made a decision a year ago, and you knew what the consequences would be.

“You’re okay?” Miguel asked once he saw the person you had your eyes on.

You looked down at your intertwined fingers and saw the silver band around his finger. You didn’t regret it.

“I am,” You said, nodding. Miguel half-smiled and leaned to kiss your lips.

“Let’s go find my mother”

“Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between; desert and ocean”

You looked at your mother-in-law through the picture window of the living room; she was in the garden. She was looking at the flowers, maybe talking to them like she used to do. She was dressed in black, just like your husband, just like you.

Once the funeral ended, you went back to your in-laws’ house. Miguel didn’t want to leave his mother, at least not yet, and you also didn't. Dita hasn’t said too much since they told her José had been killed, not even had cried that much, and you were worried about her.

But Miguel… you didn’t know what to do or what to say to him. You had never seen him like that and that was why you didn’t know what to do. Of course José’s murder had hurt you, it hurt you even more than you imagine could possibly do, after all, he played the father role with you since the day you got married to his son.

You knew that because of the life he was living, anything could happen. Your father-in-law had a lot of enemies, but you thought you’d had more time with him; He dreamed of the day when you and Miguel finally announced that you would make them grandparents, and now he would never get to have the chance to meet your kids.

You looked up at hearing footsteps near you. Miguel walked to the armchair you were in and sat at your side “She had said something?” He asked you, looking at his mother.

“Nothing” you shook your head no and he sighed “She’s going to be fine, Miguel, we’re going to be with her as much as she needs it”

Miguel nodded, holding your hand that you placed in his thigh as soon as he sat with you. You looked at his tired eyes, he didn’t sleep last night, actually, he hadn’t slept properly since his father died.

His eyes were lost at some point in the coffee table. It was unbelievable how things could change within days. Ten days before, you were in Hawaii celebrating your third wedding anniversary, and now you were praying to see the happiness that his eyes held those five days again.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he told you, but you already knew that for the look in his eyes “I’ll take my father’s place… in the cartel”

Your heart stopped. “No” you shook your head no and interrupted him when he was about to talk again “You can’t be serious… after what happened to him? There’s no way…”

“Amor—”

“No, Miguel!” You said, letting his hand go “You have your own business in Santo Padre, you don’t have to do this…”

“I talked to Devante—”

“The only thing Devante wants is to keep his job—”

“We’re talking about my father’s legacy—”

“You are your father’s legacy!” You told him, trying to make him understand. You didn’t want to lose him the same way Dita lost José “Your father didn’t want you to follow his steps; he sent you to Cornell, he helped us to start our lives in Santo Padre and it was all ‘cause he wanted you out of it”

Miguel knew you were right, but he couldn’t let all that his father achieved disappear just like that. So, he sighed and didn’t look at you.

He had decided it, he wasn’t asking for permission, not even for your opinion.

You sighed and stood up to go to your room. You needed time to think.

“Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land to follow what's written, but I'd follow you to the great unknown”

Later in the night, you were on your side of the guest’s bed. You were dressed in your pajamas, under the covers, and trying to read a book. But, the truth was that you kept thinking about what Miguel told you.

Even though he had never mentioned something about the desire to follow his father’s steps, something inside you knew he would eventually do it. These past years, Miguel started to be closer to his father, so, you knew it was just a matter of time for it to happened.

The door was opened and Miguel walked in. You looked at him for a second and looked back to the page you read at least thirty times trying to get the words in your head.

Miguel walked through the room to grab his pajamas that consisted of only a pair of pants ‘cause he never wore the shirt no matter how many pajamas you buy for him. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was putting the jacket of his suit in a hanger alongside with his black tie.

“Can we talk?” Miguel asked you when he sat beside you.

You put the book in the nightstand and turned to him “There’s nothing to talk,” You said, shrugging, and for a moment he felt fear at those words, but when you took his hand, that fear vanished away “Do you remember what happened three years ago?”

Miguel smiled, looking at the silver ring in his hand “The best day of my life”

You got closer to him and kissed his cheek. Your chin rested on his shoulder for a few minutes before you said: “I don’t want to lose you”

“You won’t,” Miguel said, moving to cup your cheek “We’re gonna be fine. I promise” he took your hand and kissed the back of it “I love you”

“I love you too”

“We're walking the tightrope, never sure, never know how far we could fall”

As if your lives weren’t hard enough, Lincoln Potter came into your way just to put more tension and distance between you and Miguel. The first weeks after the DEA raid were fine, you were trying to recover from what happened with Los Olvidados and your son’s kidnapping, and once you were going back to your normal routine, Potter began to require more of Miguel's time and adding that he was working now with the MC and Los Olvidados, he barely had time to spend with his family.

In the beginning, it was hard for you to not have him near you like you used to, but as soon as you started working in your fifth book and helping your husband with his proposal for the agricultural expansion, you didn’t have time to notice his absence.

These days, in particular, had been a complete mess. Two days ago, Random House wanted a preview of your work before noon and as the perfectionist you were, you woke up at 5 AM and went to your office to edit what you had by then. Miguel left the house at seven after he reminded you that the architect was coming to start with the plan of reconstruction of your previous house. Cristobal woke up with a fever just after Miguel left and after giving him some medicine, he didn’t want to be with his babysitter or anyone who wasn’t his mother, so you had to work on your text with your son in your lap.

At 3 PM the architect passed by to show and explain to you the plans of the reconstruction and it took you an hour to attend him. You made an appointment with Cristobal’s pediatrician at 5 PM and you stayed with your son the rest of the day waiting for the other symptoms of the cold to come.

That night Cristobal woke up maybe four times. Miguel didn’t even notice it because as soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the next morning when he asked you to take his mother to the doctor.

“Mexico?” You asked, after drinking a sip of your coffee. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” He said, and with those two words, he canceled the dinner you and he were supposed to be having that night “I’ll make it up to you” you heard for the millionth time in the past six months.

“It’s okay” you nodded nonchalantly, grabbing your cup of coffee and your notebook. You needed to work now that Cristobal was sleeping.

“I changed your meeting with Martin at four ‘cause Dr. Kamen’s appointment is at six,” He said before you could leave the kitchen. You bite your tongue before you could say something.

“Thank you,” You said and finally headed to your office.

That hour you spent out of the house, made you feel a bit better, but on your way back home you started to feel how exhausted you were. The only thing you wanted to do was sleeping for a whole week, but once you heard Cristobal’s crying, your mom mode got on and you had to push your tiredness aside.

That night, again, he woke up four times and when you put him back to his crib for the last time, it was 7 AM already. You had a meeting with your agent at nine so there was no reason to try to go back to sleep.

Miguel went out of the house in a hurry and didn’t even have the time to say goodbye to you or tell you when he was coming back. You tried to ignore it, but when you realized you’ve been living that way for the past six months, it wasn’t that easy.

You understood. You always did. Anytime he had to work long hours before, you never said anything, but that time was different. You felt Miguel getting further and further away, and you didn’t like the feeling.

And then, you knew Adelita was pregnant. You didn’t want to think about it, but after the long hours Miguel got to spend with Los Olvidados, you couldn’t help it. And it was killing you, ‘cause you wanted to trust your husband, but, after six months of that awkward distance… maybe he wasn’t the same anymore.

“Hey” you heard on your back.

You were in Cristobal’s bedroom and when you looked back, you saw Miguel at the door, looking at you.

“Is everything fine?” He asked, walking a few steps to you.

You nodded and put the baby monitor in the pocket of your robe “Yes, he’s getting better” you said, looking back at your son who you just laid in his crib for the second time in the night.

“Better?” Miguel looked at his son and then at you.

“He has a cold,” you told him “He’s having hard days… and nights”

“Why I didn’t know?” Miguel asked you but he soon had the answer with just looking at your eyes.

“You haven’t been around the past days… I meant, months” You shrugged and turned off the lamp.

Miguel looked at his son in the dark, feeling guilty for not knowing about his state. He didn’t even hear your footsteps on your way to the door, ‘cause his eyes were lost in your son’s face.

“Don’t touch him,” you said when he was about to caress his head. Miguel looked back at you and for the light of the corridor, you saw how hurt he was at those words “It took me two hours to make him go back to sleep… you should sleep, Miguel. We all need it” and you walked out of the room, holding back your tears.

“We're walking the tightrope, never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?”

Two months after, nothing had changed not even after he promised it would. You had been arguing for the smallest of things, sometimes it was like you didn’t stand each other’s company. Now, even the intimate moments were not present in your life and if you felt Miguel away from you before, now it was worse.

You talked to Nestor multiple times, and even though he assured you Miguel still was head over heels for you, you couldn’t believe it. Not when you looked back at the past eight months and saw a pattern.

That’s when you understood your parents. You remember how much you hated whenever they argued in front of you, you remember fighting with them whenever something like that happened, but now you understood it. Maybe they started like you and Miguel did, maybe when they were younger everything was different. But people change, feelings too and you couldn’t do anything to avoid it.

You just needed to face the truth just like your mother did it. Miguel didn’t love you anymore? He was with you for mere habit? ‘Cause the only thing you could be sure about, were your own feelings.

And that was what hurt you the most; you still loved him.

“You’re busy?” Miguel asked you, walking in your office.

You looked away from your computer and at him “What do you need?” You asked and he smiled, walking a few steps towards your desk. That gorgeous smile just proved to you once again that your feelings for him had not changed.

“I just wanted to tell you that I made a reservation at your favorite, we have to be there at seven,” he said. He seemed so happy for finally having the time to go out for dinner.

But you looked at the time in the corner of your laptop’s screen and then, to the text you were working on “Uh, sorry, Miguel, but I don’t think I can” you said, shaking your head no “I’m really busy” you added.

Miguel smiled again and sit in the corner of your desk “Can’t you leave work for tomorrow?” he grabbed your chin to make you look up at him.

“I don’t know, could you?” You asked and his smile faded away. You tried to ignore what that action made you feel.

He had canceled hundreds of dinners in the past eight months ‘cause he was “busy”. You could cancel one and it shouldn’t be a problem, the thing was, that you knew he wouldn’t think the same.

Miguel scoffed and stood from the desk, and again, you tried to ignore the cold you felt when he stopped touching you. If you think about it, maybe that was the most intimate moment you both had in the last two months.

“Okay, I’ll cancel it,” He said, making his way to the door.

“Thank you… also, you need to call Dr. Kamen to make the appointment with your mother for next week” you told him, so he turned around to see you.

“Next week?” He asked, frowning “I thought you were going with her”

You shook your head “I’ll be in New York, so won’t be able to”

“What?” Miguel said, taking a step forward “When were you gonna tell me?”

“They told me three weeks ago and this is the first time you have time since then,” you said, looking back at your computer.

Miguel sighed. Maybe you didn’t want him to get mad but that was something you just did, and it was about to get worse “Okay, I’ll ask Maria to stay over to watch Cristobal”

“You don’t need to” Miguel frowned again “He’s coming with me”

“You’ll be busy—”

“That’s why Lucy accepted to come with me to help me” you interrupted and at seeing how angry he was with you, you stood up from your chair “Why does it bother you? You’re never here anyway”

“Are you going with that again?” He asked, scoffing. You didn’t answer, you wanted to know what he had to tell you “I’m working to give you and Cristobal the life you have”

“Excuse me but that’s not true” You stopped him, walking around the desk to be closer to him “Don’t come at me saying you’re the only provider in this house ‘cause I had never asked you for a fucking dollar. All my stuff, all Cristobal’s stuff I bought it with my own money… we bought this house together, did you forget it?”

He knew you were right. Your books were selling too well and you had been making a lot of money because of them since you were twenty-three, but, the fact that you were right, only pissed him off even more.

“I’m away ‘cause the DEA has my fucking ass!”

“And who was the one that wanted to sell drugs? It wasn’t me!” You snapped, raising your voice.

You have never said something like that to him, not even when Los Olvidados kidnapped your son. That was why he was taken aback and couldn’t answer anything.

“Ten years ago, I promised to be with you through it all and I’ve kept my promise, you cannot say otherwise. But you? You said nothing was gonna change, you promised me we were not going to be like my parents and here we are”

Miguel chuckled “We’re not like your parents…”

“No? You’re never here and there’s no difference at all when you are…” your eyes were holding tears and when you said that, his eyes started to get cloudy as well “When was the last time you told me you love me?” You asked, but he didn’t make an effort to answer “Tell me ‘cause I don’t remember!” You raised your voice again, your voice was breaking and you were hoping for him to tell you he loves you now.

But he didn’t.

“You can’t tell me that nothing has changed, Miguel, ‘cause we both know it has” You wiped a tear from your cheek and that broke Miguel’s heart.

“Does that mean—?” He babbled.

“No” You interrupted him “I still love you like the first day, but the question here is… do you still love me?”

“Don’t ask that…” he shook his head and cupped your cheeks “You know it” Miguel said.

“Do I?” You asked, taking his hands off from your face “You spend more time with her than with me”

“What?” He squeezed your hands, not wanting to let them go.

“Adelita… all this time you’ve been spending with her—”

“Them, Los Olvidados” he corrected “And Alvarez is always with me…” he said, shaking his head multiple times ‘cause he wanted to take that thought out of your head “It’s only work, nothing had happened” He assured you.

“You know who the father is?” You asked, completely ignoring what he said before, but regretting it right away “You know what? It doesn’t matter” you released from his grip, and he quickly cupped your cheeks again.

“No, no, no… listen to me” Miguel insisted but you shrugged.

“Miguel… I’m going to New York tomorrow” you said and that was when he stopped trying “I don’t want my son growing with parents who don’t love each other like I did... I come back in two weeks, I hope that is enough time for you to think about everything”

“Well, it's all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view, walking the tightrope with you”

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Ducktales Reviews: The Battle for Castle McDuck!

How to sum up how I feel about this episode....

Yeah that’ll do it. This wasn’t a BAD episode. It flowed nicely, had two great new additions to the cast.. but after weeks of really good episodes, warts and all.. this one was just.. okay. Part of the problem isn’t the episode’s fault as I went in expecting the answers to scrooge’s immortality, the answers to hortense we didn’t get last week, and you know donald and della actually getting to interact with their grandparents. I got.. pretty much none of that, though I did get some answer as to how Hortense lived long enough to have donald. But we’ll get to that. Point is part of the episodes baggage is on setting my expectations too high, the same happened with “Astro B.O.Y.D.” earlier this season and in hindsight, that one is really excellent even if it wasn’t the fenton episode I was hoping for, it’s still really damn good. THis one... even if it’s not what I was hoping ofr, while not bad it’s still pretty medicore. Let’s get into why shall we? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We open at Castle McDuck, where Webby’s narrating for people who didn’t see the last episode set here and aren’t obsessive about watching the show like you or I. And also because this time she’s not so starstruck that she can’t actually speak or function, so she can actually get all the lore she wants in. The family is here because while the Druid stones seem to be working, the mists protecting the castle, and keeping it out of lockstep with reality every 5 years, have suddenly vanished. Naturally Fergus blames Scrooge for that. I’m mixed on this version of Fergus. While i’m fine with chanigng things up from life and times, having him live and having him resent scrooge on some level, it worked better last time as there was emotional weight and a reason behind it: Scrooge and him didn’t get along becasue Fergus missed his boy and resented that his sucess lost him a son and made him cold and bitter like Fergus himself. It fit both men to just be too damn proud to talk it out. So while Fergus being a bit crotchety still isn’t ENITRELY out of character him still being a dick to his son for no real reason and given no new one for being an asshole to him just annoys me. The character last time was three dimensional, understandable and likeable. This one is just a bitter old man constantly yelling at his son and doting on his daughter. More on that bit in a bit.

Downy meanwhile is just as lovely as last time: Since she lived long enough to see her grand children this time, I love seeing her as a wonderful doting grandmother to her great grandbabies. She’s wonderful and I’m thrilled to see her again. It does however bring up one of this episodes biggest issues: Donald and Della are absent and this time for no good reason. Last time, it was fair enough to exclude Donald as there was no real space for him in the narrative, and he likely , even if he loved grandma and grandpa, didn’t want to have to explain his estrangment with scrooge to them and break his poor gram-gram’s heart. That’s fair. This time though? Their not there because.. frank didn’t want to use them. That’s.. literally it. They could’ve fit fine into the family fued narrative epseically since we’ve seen them sibling squabble, and unlike other adventures they’ve been absent, where they clearly just wanted scrooge to have time with the kids, or in the case of rumble for ragnarok scrooge had valid reason for not using them, this time? There’s no good excuse. Della would want to see her grandparents, Donald would get drug along. They only appear every 5 years. WHy the hell wouldn’t they be here?! I get trying to have character ballance but we’ve had several episodes this season of just scrooge and the kids. We DIDN’T need it this time and the lack of characters dosen’t really change anything. It instead wastes plots like getting to see what Donald and Della’s relationships with their grandparents is like, or their aunt, or finding out how their mother died or at least fucking MENTIONING hortense outside of one word and a photo. YOu think the fact their sister is dead would be important to Scrooge and Matilda but it just.. never comes up. Their niece and nephew never come up and my patince comes up short. I’m fine with character ballance but i’m not fine with wasting a golden opportunity for character interactions we haven’t gotten. I get we just had two weeks of donald and della I do, but it dosen’t make this any less frustrating or nonsensical. Having characters appear two episodes in a row dosen’t magically make them irrelevant or we’d be seeing less of Huey or Louie or Dewey and outside of last week, we REALLY haven’t. If they can show up once an episode why can’t their parents?

Point is a mystery’s afoot, and so is THE PHANTOM BLOT.. to no one’s suprise as he was both in the episode’s description and frankly magic being drained is his mo, this time using a portable generator. Webby dosen’t catch on to this.. but I let it slide as while she’s the only one to have really met and fought the blot.. she’s also busy with mc duck family stuff and frankly while a missing mystery is here, given how deep the mcduck rouge’s gallery goes, it’s not a stretch to say it could be any one of them. Especially Glomgold, who while not magic is willing to pay for rediculous shit why would “dispersing scrooge’s family castle’s mists to bug his parents” be any diffrent. Or possibly replace them as their son because he’s kind of nuts and entirely made of stupid and that’s why we love him. And Magica has the obvious motives of revenge on scrooge, as this isn’t her first set of dead parents, and a castle full of mystic wonders. It’s plausable to wait and see who it is first instead of just assuming it’s one guy.

And yup there’s a mysterin town:A set of mystical bagpipes of the clan mcduck that can bring life to where there is none. We don’t know if they can raise the dead but they can bring inanimate objects to life so there’s that. But seriously Donald should take them to his parents graves just to be safe. But before we can get to duck necormancy we have to find them so we get... (checks notes) a Louie and Huey team up again where Louie is an abrasive jackass to his brother for planning ahead, despite the fact he’s been proven wrong on that front twice now, and is entirely insufferable and has learned nothing about trying to find a quick and easy way of doing things depsit elearning this lesson 80 times already.

As you can tell I hate this subplot and am getting it out of the way NOW because it’s not good and treads ground we’ve tread THREE TIMES ALREADY. and you did it right the first time, you did it okay if sloppiily with let’s get dangerous. Why this ? Louie learns nothing, Huey learns nothing and it’s not funny.The two just search for the mystery, and Louie is impatient. Though talking with a friend in a ducktales server, i’m in one now and it actually really helps with these, did make me realize that Louie’s character development has stalled like I thought... it’s simply a Marco Diaz situation. Like the third season of star vs the forces of evil, it’s basically a coin flip if your getting a well developed verison of the character that’s been built up over multiple seasons.. or a jackass whose learned nothing and treats other people badly. Their different FLAVORS of jackass but jackass still tastes awful no matter who it is. It’s not as BAD as it was there as while it’s not helpign the character, it’s not actively having him do the worst things possible, but it still makes Louie’s plots a chore to sit through at times as when he’s not well written like with split sword, rumble for ragnarok or tickening, he’s just a 2 dimensional greedy jerkhole and I don’t want to spend time with him. And the other brothers have had times of being written one dimensional, not going to lie, but all I get from Louie in these plots is this:

After almost getting his family killed, after getting scrooge’s fortune overnight with minimal effort and having everything he wanted only to learn, suprise, it takes a lot of work to maintain.. and he still just dosent’ get that the easy way isn’t always the way, and after the trickining and let’s get dangerous hasn’t learned his brother is usually right when he’s being anal retentive. This was fine in the last 2 seasons but too much has happened for him to get away with this shit and not come off as obnoxious. It just drags any episode it’s in down with it. I”ll leave the rest of the review under the cut.

One more subplot before we dig into the main one: The Phantom Blot and his new partner, Pepper! If you don’t remember her it’s fine as she wasn’t named but she was the egghead voiced by Amy Sedaris who showed up for one scene back in the Blot’s first apperance and who frank said they had more plans for. Well we see those plans now as Pepper has been paired with the Blot for this mission as Bradford’s policy for missing mystery missions now is the buddy system. No going solo, despite the Blot really not liking any of this. Which honestly both fits Bradford, as he’s endlessly practical, and is just a good idea: most of his agents are kind of wild cards and have their own agends so forcing them to work together not only gives them better odds with scrooge, but prevents them from working their own angles against FOWLS better instrests. IN this case having the peppy, energetic and talkative pepper go with the closed off and dogmatic blot keeps him from going overboard, as Castle McDuck is basically one large magical nightmare for him to destroy and Blot keeps pepper on task and on stealth since, as we learn now we get to know her, she’s a bit overly excitable and not all that subtle, if not to dewey or della levels. She can stealth when necessary. She’s also DETERMINED to get the blot to bond with her and work with her, and is delighted to work with him, getting the job because.. no one else wanted it becasue the blot scares people and puts them off with his intensity, which he’s shocked about but really shoudln’t be.

IT’s just a nice dynamic, he helps her be a better agent and she helps him realize he can’t do EVERYTHING alone and that blindly destroying all magic in his path, as much as he’d like to isn’t the option, using some runes to track them. Sure pepper makes their presence obvious once or twice, btu she’s also essential to the mission more often than not and by the end, even if they loose, we’ll get to that, Blot has fully accepted his partner. It’s.. honestly heartwarming when you think about it: The blot’s probably closed him off from personal relationships of any kind because A) his family got brutally murdered by the person he’s hutning and B), he has a mission he can never rest in. He likely wanted to work alone because it’s how he rolls nad i’t sonly through seeing someone who genuinely WANTS to be around him and wants his missiong ot succeed that he realizes he dosen’t have to push everyone away and allies are more useful than none. It’s a warped way of thinking but for someone with as much baggage as blotty, it’s progresss and it’s a really sweet story. HOpefully this relationship will go farther.. I mean strange relationships have happened than a dogmatic dog who hates magic and a peppy go getter both working for an obliviously evil businessman.

So onto the main plot: Turns out Scrooge wasn’t the first person Fergus called this episode as we meet the DT17 version of Matilda! Horay! She’s voice by Michelle Gomez who like David Tennant and Catherine Tate before her is a doctor who alumnus.. though this time she’s past my time watching the show. I really gotta get on catching up. She played Missy, the female regneration of the master. Gomez is spectacular in the part here, and while I have no past experince with her I certainly want to see more of her work as she’s a delight. Matilda is Scrooge’s sister. In the comics she was the duitful sister who looked up to her big brother as he left Scotland to make his fortune, sending money and mementio’s back she scrapbooked. She eventually went with Scrooge to america with him... but this didn’t end well as Scrooge took advantage of his sisters as help and when he finally did take them along on an adventure, it was his lowest point, going from an honest buisness man to a cruel robber baron for one moment and left him and his company. She and Hortense TRIED building a bridge with a suprise party.. but by that point while Scrooge had backed away from being a monster, he was still such a dick things blew up. As far as we know he never saw hortense alive again, and he only saw matilda in her old age with the two reconcliing. I’ll get more into ALL of this when I get to those pieces of life and times obviously. Point is she’s a good character. And so is her reboot version.. but the reboot version did catch me off guard as, much like her dad she’s not really much like the sensible sweet woman from the comics. But given DT17 tends to really play fast and loose with previous versions of characters, and it often works out i’m not going to gripe about it: what they did here works. As for what EXACTLY they did here, this version of Matilda is more flighty: not incomptient or lacking in charm, but due to sort of bouncing from one improable venture to the next and staying at her parents between ventures. She’s sort of a female version of Jubal Pomp, an itallian duck comics character who modelded himself after Scrooge, but dosen’t have the common sense or work ethic scrooge does. That’s really matilda here minus the looking up to scrooge part: she dosen’t seem untalented, just a bit footloose. She also likes needling her brother and is unsuprisingly her dad’s faviorite since she’s around more. The two naturally get under each others skin, and we get our main conflict... not just because of their fighting.. but because Webby can’t help but mettle. She’s what makes this plot work: Webby can’t help but try to interfere because she dosen’t get siblings sometimes fight and have long standing resentments, something I relate to, and that stepping in or trying to end it sometimes just makes it worse. Granted sometimes’ it’s necessary, but in this casey Dewey, whose trying to inch her away is right on the money and after the awful plot with these two in SPlit Sword, it’s nice to see Dewey be in the right, but for actually good reason instead of just because the episode says so. Here he’s right that her getting involved will only escalate and her attempt to do so only reveals Matilda kidnapped scrooge’s pet hair clump and died it. She also has something resembling an emu. This only makes things worse and starts to escalate tensions leading to some between both sides, as Fergus takes Matilda’s and Downy takes scrooges. Again REALLY could’ve used the twins. We do get a nice bit where Webby coaxe Dewey, who understandably dosen’t want to help her further spiral into her own issues by helping mend family issues she really isn’t qualified to solve.. because she’s you know... 13. I mean granted Steven Universe did this sort of thing at her age.. but given he eventually repressed his issues so much he had a mental breakdown and turned into a giant angst monster, and only got better with therapy.. maybe get some therapy instead Webby. Just saying. Therapy everyone? Therapy? But yeah she coaxes Dewey with a statdew, and yes she says that exactly. This gets the family breifly united, as Dewey fakes an injury.. but finding out it’s fakkkke combined with Huey and Louie coming in just causes the enitre family to spiral into squabbling and webby to shut down a bit, with Scrooge planning to form his own clan after bickering iwth his parents and sister. Oh and it only gets worse when Pepper accidently brings some statues to life, and they get in on it too while Webby’s convinced the families over and she just wanted a place in it. And even if this isnt’ the BEST episdoe the show’s ever done, i’ll get to why in a second, I do like this. Webby’s nearly LOST this family once, way back at the end of season 1 when no one but beakly thought of her feelings about her best friends and surrogate uncle all leaving her after her other surrogate uncle you know.. said some pretty unforgivable things. She’s trying SO hard to force it to fit, so hard to fix things because she can’t stand them being broken, something I PAINFULLY relate to given my own personal issues with not being able to stand people being upset with me. She just wanted a family and i’ts gone. Of course it isn’t and webby’s sad words coupled with some house crashers get the clan mcduck statues included to kick Blot and Pepper out and get the bagpipes back, while Scrooge points out it’s the good families that can withstand a squabble. So the mystery’’s gotten, Scrooge and Matilda are squareish... and this episodes thankfully over. Happy day! Final Thoughts: This episode is okay. I very clearly have my problems with it.. but it’s a fine half hour of television and funny enough to bounce through it with some good character stuff. It’s just after the last few weeks, and really this whole season.. I expect more. There was no real emotional core besides webby this episode and her issues wer eboiled down to “Families fight but it’s fine”.. which itself is a pretty uncomplicated message when family dyanmics can be complciated messy and painful. My family is thankfully fairly stable, if not without issues because hey no one is, but given other people watching might come from far worse homes where the bickering is far worse and far more toxic.. yeah maybe have some nuance here. And this is from a show that usualy does that WELL: We saw it with Fergus last time before he was hollowed out for this episode and reduced to an angry dick. We’ve seen it with Donald and Scrooge’s estrangment or Donald and Della’s relationship: Family is complicated , messy and even good ones have problems. That should’ve been the message: family can squabble or even have serious issues but they come back together. Instead we just got a bunch of bickering for a cheesy message that dosen’t quite fit with what the series done. It fits for thanksgiving: family , the good kind, can last arugments and is there for you regardless.. and I know my family is. I just feel they could’ve done the message better. Basically the episode was fine... it just wasn’t up to the high standard this season has set even in it’s down turn and is easily the weakest epseically since Matilda really dosen’t feel all that fleshed out even though what we got of her was great. Basically not a BAD episode.. but it could’ve been a great one, and i’m disapointed the series didn’t try harder. NEXT TIME: regular coverage for the year concludes as we go back a few months chronlogically to find out why Santa and Scrooge hate each other. IT’s christmas time ya’ll! Until then if there’s an episode of ducktales or another disney series you’d like me to take a look at, suggest it in the comments or comission it outright for give bucks via my direct messages on here or send an ask for my discord. Until we meet agian, there’s always another rainbow.

#the battle for castle mcduck!#ducktales spoilers #ducktales #scrooge mcduck #matilda mcduck #webby vanderquack #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #fergus mcduck #downy mcduck #the phantom blot #pepper

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What it Ursa took her children with her? - Pt.2

As we were saying:

Little over year has passed since the family arrived in Hira’a, and fateful news gets to them: Ozai remarried. His new wife is someone who is honoured to marry the Firelord and doesn’t mind the fact that his head is so deep up his own arse- anyway, and they are expecting a child, who is to be the Firelord’s legitimate heir.

Azula’s hopes and dreams are shattered. At age ten, she is quite literally being replaced in her beloved father’s life. It’s like she’s never even existed, and she can’t help but wonder what she did wrong.

Zuko is also upset, of course. All those years when Ozai told him he was unfit and worthless come flooding back. But somehow, he already expected things to turn out like this. Unlike Azula, he wasn’t so deeply feeding on hopes that things would go back to normal. He sees it more as a situation that was out of everyone’s control.

He convinces Azula it’s not her fault, and these kids will still be trying to understand and defend their father later down the road. There must be a reason for all of this, right? They start thinking of a reasonable scenario…

Ursa just feels sorry for the poor woman who has to deal with Ozai now.

So we get a timeskip: about three years came and went. Zuko and Azula – treated as kids and not as weapons – lead a peaceful and happy life whenever they’re not thinking of their father and everything they could be doing out there.

They have become known local troublemakers in their spare time. Kids know better than to challenge them, people know not to leave flammable goods out in the open – a strict policy regarding fireworks has been established after a chaotic incident – and failure to keep an eye on them this one time led to… well, let’s just say that the town is still unsure of whether or not they’re is being haunted by evil spirits.

They aren’t allowed anywhere near Forgetful Valley, but bold of you to assume they never tried. In-jokes arise.

‘No, I’m serious: that tree’s face looked exactly like yours, Zuzu. You really should befriend it,’ Azula mocks, remembering a particularly ugly tree they encountered in their adventure.

‘Sorry, I wasn’t looking at it. I was busy looking for whoever it was that asked you,’ Zuko retorts. ‘Since Forgetful Valley has all the kinds of crazy stuff.’

‘Maybe we should go back and look for your impulse control, then.’

‘None of you are going back in there,’ Ursa reprehends. ‘It was very irresponsible of you. Forgetful Valley is a dangerous place, you could have gotten hurt!’

‘Your mother is right, you know?’ Noren comments. ‘I’ve been to that jungle before, and it’s definitely not a playground. But I swear…’ He makes a dramatic pause. ‘I once saw Ursa’s sense of humour in there.’

The kids burst out laughing while Ursa sighs. ‘Since you can find such amazing things in the valley, dear, why don’t you go back there and find yourself actual funny jokes? I’m sure my sense of humour will be around the same corner.’

*More laughter*

(IDK, I write crappy comedy, ok?)

They still have a bit of a hard time making friends. I wouldn’t say they are shy, but they definitely have a talent to say the wrong things at the wrong times, and it’s hard to make deep connections. Sure, they would play with other kids from time to time, but in the end, Zuko and Azula are each other’s best friend.

They’ve cleared an area by the beach that any Hira’a resident knows to stay away from when they’re training.

Azula discovered a great passion for theatre. Not only are her acting skills fantastic, she also seems to be naturally aware of what makes a good scene. People say she’s Noren’s Little Assistant.

She hates being called Noren’s Little Assistant. She would much rather be called Ursa’s Little Star, because goddamn is she a good actress and she needs everyone to know that.

Zuko is more of a plant-lover guy. Unfortunately, he hasn’t inherited his grandmother’s green thumb, and despite Ursa’s best efforts to teach him, it seems like everything he touches dies.

He has grown to show a way with animals, however. Any variety of frogs and toads love him; lizards of all kinds are attracted to him like he’s a magnet; furry animals big and small adore him and any type of bird-like creature seems to think he is the best human being in existence. But his favourite animals are still the turtleducks.

Back in the palace, Iroh eventually learns of Ozai’s bullshit and how he got the throne in the first place. And you know what? The time has come for Iroh to draw a line in the sand. He confronts his little brother, who confronts him back by telling him that, should he try to tell anyone in the Fire Nation the truth – that Ozai was a top-grade traitor who actually had no right to the throne –, no one would believe him. Since his brother won’t be sensible, Iroh decides that’s it: he’s fucking out.

Now a fugitive from the Fire Nation, he somehow winds up owning a lovely traveling tea shop called the Jasmin Dragon. Most people don’t even suspect he is the fearful Dragon of the West, because he’s just so nice?

You can bet he serves blends of tea from all across the nations.

The tea shop is also a good cover up for his exchanges with the Order of the White Lotus. He gives and receives information, and does his best to help villages to either defend themselves or evacuate during Fire Nation attacks.

One day a member of the White Lotus travels to Hira’a for one reason or another and finds Zuko and Azula. This person then sends a letter to Iroh.

Iroh comes to Hira’a to visit the family. He’s glad to see they’re ok, even if he can’t stay for too long. But long enough for some Quality Time – these kids have grown so much!

Iroh doesn’t know of Ursa’s part in Azulon’s assassination, and only assumes she knew of Ozai’s plan. But now, it’s time that her children learned a couple of things, and he is willing to teach them, so that when the time arrives for them to meet their destiny, they should be able to choose wisely and face whatever comes their way. So he asks the children to accompany him in his travels.

Ursa doesn’t want to let them go. They’re children, they should be here living a peaceful life, not meeting some grand, dangerous destiny! What if something horrible happened to them?

Iroh understands the pain of losing a child. He doesn’t want to make Ursa spend her time worrying about losing two, so he respects her decision and soon leaves the town.

But the siblings are not about to just sit here when they know they’re destined for something greater. What incredible knowledge did their uncle hold? Did their father have something to do with this? They always knew there was more to their fate than just living in Hira’a for the rest of their lives, and this is their chance; it’s now or never.

Zuko and Azula are about to sneak out and follow Iroh when Noren spots them. But instead of trying to stop them – he is well aware that he can’t – he gives them two masks and some advice about never forgetting who they were.

Why yes, I am saying that they eventually take the masks and become partners in crime, Zuko as the Blue Spirit and Azula as the Red Spirit, because parallels.

They catch up with their uncle and adventures and shenanigans issue as Zuko, Azula and Iroh cross the Earth Kingdom.

Now imagine this trio: two of the most awkward firebending teenagers travelling with their old tea-loving uncle, who spits proverbs like he’s made of them. The possibilities for both hilarious and heart-warming moments are endless.

Iroh thinks himself a matchmaker. Whenever he thinks he sees some romance going on, he encourages his nephew or niece to make a move. His flaming cupid arrows do more damage than good, yet he only has good intentions at heart. Teens all around the kingdom encourage you to stop, sir.

Their new life is even more humbling than in Hira’a, since they are constantly travelling. But they manage, and they know their uncle is nothing but wise… even if Azula is still quite arrogant and manipulative, and Zuko is impatient and hot-headed, which can lead to a lot of conflict.

Iroh teaches them both how to create and redirect lightning. Zuko is better at redirecting than Azula. Creating it, on the other hand, is a bit more complicated, and both of them get their fair share of explosions while learning. Neither of them really gets a hang of it – although Azula is better at it than Zuko, that’s not saying much – for they still have a lot of identity-related turmoil inside them that won’t let them grasp the energy.

Guess who else teaches them? Other members of the White Lotus. Both Zuko and Azula get some swordsmanship Skills™ from Piandao, some different (and somewhat unwillingly taught) firebending technics from Jeong-Jeong and a lot of things from Bumi, including but not limited to: creative thinking, the art of patience, strategic planning, dealing with pirates and a surprising amount of rocks-related knowledge.

Bumi adopted Zuko and Azula and gave himself the role of Second Uncle. You cannot convince me otherwise.

So one day, little over a year after the siblings joined Iroh, they wind up in a city where this big circus is performing. Uncle Iroh decides to take his niece and nephew to see it. And oh, aren’t they surprised by who they see performing?

Even though Ty Lee was essentially the only one between her sisters to befriend Azula – and consequentially, the only one to periodically spend time in the palace with her –, Zuko and Iroh still have a hard time distinguishing her from the six other girls who look exactly like her, uncertainly calling her all different names before Azula snaps ‘you idiots, that’s Ty Lee!’.

The acrobat is so glad to see her friend again, because damn: it’s been nearly four years since they last saw or even heard from each other! And Zuko, I thought you were dead? This is such a neat reunion, there’s so much for them to talk about! And sure, the circus has to leave soon and so do the siblings, but Ty Lee reassures them that, if they ever needed her, she wasn’t hard to find. This isn’t the last we’ll see of Ty Lee.

Azula doesn’t let it show, but she resents Ty Lee a little bit for choosing to abandon her noble life. She really wishes she could have had a choice.

Uncle Iroh tells the siblings stories about the war that would have some day mesmerized them. But now, his opinions about those events and what he did as a prince general have changed; that, along with what the family sees in their journey – all the horrors brought to innocent people – gives Zuko and Azula a new perspective on what they used to think was a greater good. It will still take a while for Azula to understand that no, these people are no lesser than her and for Zuko to understand why any of that matters.

Iroh eventually tells them the truth about Azulon’s death. Or at least, what he knows of it: their father killed Azulon, banished them, took the throne by force and planned to gain more power at the expense of everyone. This is a lot to take in, and the siblings don’t quite believe it.

After four years thinking about it, Zuko and Azula decided to take their mother’s early words – they went to Hira’a to be safe – and formulate what for them was a reasonable scenario. They believe that Ozai never actually wanted any of this to happen. The whole family had to have been in danger, be it due to some political, social or personal threat, and Ozai wanted to take it all by himself to protect them. So he sent his wife and children away, concocted a plan with Azulon to cover for them and, once Azulon died and left him the throne, remarried to keep appearances. To Zuko and Azula, this makes perfect sense. And they thoroughly convince themselves of that.

They initiate an argument, thinking that Iroh is jealous of Ozai.

Their uncle sees these children are starting to stray from their path, but he knows this is a necessary journey for them. They will never be able to deal with reality unless they face it.

The siblings leave Iroh, planning to head straight to the Fire Nation capital and find out what really happened. Maybe now that they are older, it would be a perfect time to come back home; they surely could defend themselves from any threats.

Of course, they’ll be very disappointed to know that Ozai was just a bitch and never actually cared for any of them.

I don’t have a full formed idea about how their reencounter with their father would go down, but I say Ozai would officially banish both his children from the Fire Nation for trying to cause a commotion – which could easily be perceived as a threat. Not only that, but Zuko and Azula are the children of a traitor; cue for Ozai revealing what happened that night four years ago, confirming that he was the one to kill Azulon with Ursa’s help.

I also think that, after that day, the Firelord would have discreetly helped spread rumours about Ursa that would drag her name through the mud in the Capital – was she cheating on Ozai? Was she selling Fire Nation information to the Earth Kingdom? Was she planning a coup against the Firelord? Her crimes change from mouth to mouth. In the end, no one would take Zuko or Azula back unless Ozai wanted it. But he doesn’t. Not now, at least…

But Ozai also decides to play with his options: he plants a seed of doubt in his children’s minds; should they prove themselves useful later on, it would only take pulling a few strings for them to come crawling back to him. So he tells them that they needed to prove themselves for everyone to see that they weren’t traitors like their mother. They needed to prove their worth so that he could accept them.

Ozai goes a step further with Azula and tells her that, before his demise, Firelord Azulon had a plan. A plan to bring her back and put her in the leading, prestigious role she was always meant to get. But they needed to wait for the right time. There is a right time, Princess Azula. Your hopes were right all along, they will come for you eventually if you prove yourself.

The siblings have a lot to think about while they’re leaving the Fire Nation. They idolized Ozai so much all these years. But the undeniable truth came crashing down on their heads, spoken by the man himself. What would they do now? They didn’t think it possible, but their harsh actions made things so much worse: they couldn’t come back to their mother, they didn’t have many hopes of running into Iroh again, they can’t even set foot in their homeland anymore; Zuko and Azula are all on their own.

Maybe it’s time to turn a new leaf. It starts with them being fairly neutral, not completely loyal to either the Fire Nation or to the rest of the world. During this period, they would argue a lot about what to do or where to go next, getting separated and going their own ways before destiny makes them stick together again, over and over.

They manage to get a few deals and own a few favours here and there, become known thieves as the Spirits, and maybe meet up with Ty Lee’s circus every now and again. Life is hard.

But there is one thing that is about to be a beacon in their darkness…

Time to catch up to the show. Oh, you thought I wouldn’t go there?

Part 3 coming right up!

(I know I said this would be a two-parter, but it got ridiculously long, so I split it again. Three-parter now.)

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