#he also said we should ask my birth mom if she or my birth dad could also be autistic

[terezipyropescrocs]

ok so my talk with my dad actually went... really well? i spoke to him about my doctor's visit while we were hiking since that is the peak time for conveying information to him and right away way he just kind of. accepted that i was autistic and probably need some kind of help for it?? and then we spent the whole hike talking about autism??? so... mission accomplished!

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

a new life is born | s.r. x fem!reader

“congratulations mom and dad, it’s a healthy baby girl.” the doctor confirmed for both of you while the nurses worked to clean your new born. your skin was sweaty, baby hairs stuck to your forehead, legs were shaky from being bent for the past hour. you’ve been in the hospital since last night once your contractions started.

but you were a mom now. you birthed a babygirl and you couldn’t be happier with your life. turning your head to the left with a dazed smile, stood spencer with the widest smile you’ve seen on his face to date. “a girl. we have a little girl,” chuckling from glee.

“we have a girl,” he repeated as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead and tuck some of your hair away. “i want her to be just like you,” very confident in the chances of that happening.

spencer shook his head, “for your sake i hope not and for my heart i hope she looks like you.” a gentle finger tracing over your nose, the shape of your lips. “well i only hope she doesn’t get your puppy eyes, it’ll be her one power over both of us.” staring directly into said eyes right now.

“alright, she’s ready for you.” a nurse walked to your right side with your baby, now wearing a pink bow. “would you like to do skin to skin? helps her recognize you through touch. also good for the dad as well.” waiting for either to reply first.

“i’ll go first.” shimming your hospital gown away from your shoulder and chest so there was enough surface area, “i have a feeling i’m gonna fall asleep soon, but i’m gonna hold her until i can keep my eyes open.” holding your hands out to take her then second guessing and getting them in the cradle position but still not sure, “uh, which is better?” asking the nurse who hovered.

“i’d say hands so you can lay her to your chest. cradling is better for later.” nodded and slowly took your baby from the nurse and maneuvered her tiny self so her head was resting on your shoulder. “oh wow,” whispering to yourself. it completely sunk in now, she’s yours.

“i’m a freaking mom,” whispering over her back towards spencer. a slow palm rubbed along her back and quickly her breathing synced with yours, her tiny fists were too cute.

there was a little space on your bed and you called for spencer to join you. he sank down slowly and threw a long arms over your shoulder, his free hand caressing your forearm. “what should we name her? we can’t call her fruits anymore.” whispering beside your ear.

your mouth twisted, “i kinda want to name her after something from literature. like juliet or charlotte. do you have any ideas?” turning his way.

his eyes were focused on the sleeping babe, a little smile quirking a corner of his lips. “maybe annabeth. the combination of anna and elizabeth forms the meaning of god has favored me. and i think that works for us as well, we’ve been favored by having her. also anna can mean beautiful and it’s all because of you.” kissing your temple, his kisses have been never ending the past nine months.

“annabeth… annabeth diana reid. our beautiful gift.” pressing her first kiss of many to her head. “i think it’s your turn now. my eyes are getting heavy.”

spencer nervously started to unbutton his shirt and then slowly you traded off. you watched as spencer stood back up and kept a gently motion to his body wanting her to continue napping. he kept his voice low as he recited facts about anything, knowing she’s gonna love the sound of his voice growing up.

“can you tell us a story?” something you’ll ask spencer from time to time when you needed just a little push into dreamland. “of course, sweetheart. i’ll do my favorite book from childhood, alice in wonderland. once upon a time there was a girl named alice…”

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

It took Callum a minute to pinpoint what woke him. The ache in his chest, while acute, was no stronger than it had been when he’d slipped into sleep. The wind rustled the trees outside, but in a way that was gentle and static. A way that made the sharp, shuddering sounds coming from beside him all the more obvious in comparison.

“Rayla? Are you crying?”

He fully expected to push him away, to deny it. 

“Yeah,” she said instead. 

He sat up, and she did too, allowing him to wrap his arms around her from behind and hold her while the sobs wracked her body until her breathing evened and she leaned limply against him.

There was no point in asking why she was crying. But in Callum’s long experience with grief, he’d come to realize that waves were often brought on by different triggers, came to surface in different ways. It wasn’t always a bludgeon that knocked you flat with the overwhelming reality of absence. Too often, it was a million knives, each uniquely sharpened by a different memory or missed experience, all of them ready to cut you in a different way than the last. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

“My mom’s moonberry surprise. You can get it at any café in the Silvergrove, and Ethari always made it for my birthday, but no one made it quite like her.” A wet, mirthless laugh tore from her throat. “Isn’t that stupid? She and my dad are gone forever, and I’m thinking about food. I mean— I had years to get over all this after they were banished. I’ve been getting along without them all this time. I don’t know why it’s all hitting me all over again.”

Callum bit his lip, trying to call on the part of him that had been born from a poet, trying to call on the words that would make her feel not only understood but heard. 

“My first memory of my dad is also my last one,” he said softly.

Rayla stiffened in his arms, turning around to look at him.

“It’s actually my first memory ever. Mom told me Dad was holding me, and she was holding him, so we were all together in a knot. It’s really hazy, but I can feel… arms around me, this sense of warmth. This wet breathing— my dad, probably, or maybe my mom crying. And then… stillness.” Callum sighed. “My only memory of my dad was of him dying. I shouldn’t miss him, right? I’ve lived my whole life without him, practically, and I had Harrow to fill in the gaps he left. But there are… times when I want to be held, but no one does it quite right. Foods that my mom says I’ve loved all my life, things he made, that just don’t taste as good as they should. Conversations I have with him when I can’t sleep, even though I have no idea how he’d reply.”

He paused, waiting for Rayla to step on the bridge he’d built between them, to offer her own feelings on the difference between her birth parents and her adoptive ones, the ways grief had crept into her own life. Instead, her response came from an entirely different quarter. 

“Your very first memory,” she rasped, “is of being left.” She closed her eyes tightly. “I told myself I was being so noble, so sacrificing, and I left you. Just like our parents did to us.”

Callum cupped her face and gently brought it to his, pressing a quick, soft kiss against her lips. “No, you didn’t,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re right here.”

Feeling her brow wrinkle in confusion, he pulled back and took her hand, tugging her to her feet. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”

They slipped out of the Nexus’s guest bedroom and into the garden, wrapping their arms around each other as a defense against the chill in the wind. Rayla followed him silently down a stone stairwell, coming to a stop with him when they reached the metal bench at its base. 

“Do you remember this place?” Callum asked.

She nodded. “It’s where we really talked for the first time about what happened to the king.”

“That’s right.” Callum drew her down to sit on the bench, facing him, in the exact position they’d been in two years before. “That day… it was the worst day I’ve ever had, aside from when I found out about my mom. Even worse than the day I read your letter. Because being left by someone is awful, but there’s nothing worse than knowing for certain they’re never coming back. Of course you’re grieving your parents, Rayla. It’s a different kind of loss.

“I was so angry with you when you first came back, because as the years had gone by, I’d begun to believe you were the second kind of gone, and it was almost too much to bear. I thought, if I pushed you away, I wouldn’t have to deal with that kind of pain again. But the day I got the news about Harrow, when I felt like the emptiness inside me was going to eat me alive, do you know the only thing that made me feel better? It was your arms around me. It was knowing that no matter how much pain I was in, I would still have a champion to fall back on, someone brave and kind and devoted who would always be there to help me carry the weight if it got to be too much.” He leaned forwards and kissed her forehead. “And I was right.”

Rayla had started to cry again, and he gently wiped the tears away. “You were always intending to come back, and you did. I never should have pushed you away, and I’m so glad you never let me. I’m so glad you’re still here. And Rayla, I’m going to be here too. Dealing with this, knowing your parents are really gone for good, it’s not going to be easy. It’s always going to hurt. But I’m going to do everything I can to help you bear it, and I’m going to build a life with you around it. As long as we’re together, we’ll find a way through.”

“And we will be together.”

Rayla’s tears had dried, and her voice was fierce. She took his hand tightly in both of hers and pressed a firm kiss against it. 

“No more losses,” she vowed. 

“Been there, done that,” he agreed, and she actually managed a tiny smile.

“I’m scared,” she admitted. “I don’t know what comes next. But no matter what it is, I’m going to be right by your side. I promise.”

The corners of Callum’s lips turned up too. “It’s a deal.”

She wrapped her arms around him, and he held her tightly, catching her as she’d caught him, as he knew with a glowing certainty they would do for each other as long as they were able. And they stayed there, fortified against the cold, against the ache of lost souls and the terror of distant smoke, until the first rays of a sunrise blanketed them with their warmth.

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

summary: your children think you died giving birth. based on this ask from anon

warnings: angsty (?), fluff at the end, mentions/descriptions of childbirth, mentions of harm and death, crying children i guess

author's note: i must say, i thought it would be way funnier to write the kids being desperate than it actually was. i'm sorry about the title, i'm not that creative when it comes to titles and summaries ☠️

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dad!daemon x mom!reader au masterlist

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for context, read the labor scene here

Daemon noticed there was something wrong with you. And your sad eyes gave it away everything your lips refused to confess.

He talked to your handmaid to discover whatever had upset you, and she said it was probably the pregnancy, but also the way the kids were treating you.

Your pregnancy was being hard on you, and the kids struggled to understand that you couldn't do most things you did before.

The Rogue Prince decided to talk to them, otherwise nothing would change.

"Listen, your mother is in a very stressful and sensible situation. It is the final stage of her pregnancy, which means your babe sibling will be here by the next moon. You should do something special for her, to show her your love."

After a lot of arguing, the children had an idea of something nice they could do to please you.

Alyssa and Rhaegon picked a dragon egg for the new baby.

Maegon made you a flower crown, like you taught him to, and asked the royal cooks to bake littles cakes the way you liked.

It was on their way to your chambers that they heard when you started screaming in pain.

Your pregnancy was difficult, but the labor was even worse. Since the very first contraction, you felt the presence of The Stranger surrounding you.

The kids hide in a corner, watching the midwives and the Grand maester invade your chambers, not long after their father came in.

They waited for someone to come out, so they could know what was going on inside the room, until they finally heard someone talking; Daemon and the maester.

"The child won't come out, my Prince. There's a choice to be made." They heard the maester say.

"A choice?" Their father murmured, between your screams and calls for him.

"We can save the child, cutting her womb open."

Alyssa frowned at the idea, crossing glances with her older brother.

"She would not survive." Daemon stated, the children gasped.

Maegon ran away sobbing and trembling, with his siblings not far behind him.

In Alyssa's chambers, all of them became a crying mess.

Although Maegon was the youngest, he was also the smartest. He knew that even if they didn't cut you open, if the baby didn't come out... you would die still.

That made him cry even harder.

"She's going to die! She'll die and the last thing we did for her was make her feel bad!" Alyssa yelled between tears. She released her anger on her brothers, but she was mad at herself.

"I- She'll die and there's... there's so much we have never done. So much she never taught me." The girl sobbed, falling on her knees to the ground.

She felt arms around her body, holding her close. Her older brother.

"We have each other. We will take care of each other, and father." He said, trying to believe in his own words.

"Father won't let them cut her. But if the babe doesn't come out..." Maegon murmured.

"What?" Alyssa questioned.

"She will die." Rhaegon acknowledged, "They both will, her and the child."

The time passed, the child was born, you fell unconscious and woke up hours later.

After you got to meet your new daughter, you asked Daemon to bring in the children.

He was surprised to find them all reunited in his daughter's chambers.

"Children!" The prince called, all the little heads in the room turned to his direction.

He cocked an eyebrow, noticing the red eyes and swollen faces.

"How did she die?" Rhaegon asked as the tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Did you have her cut open, father? Did you? Did you!?" The young Maegon whimpered in a corner, with his trembling lip and hoarse voice.

"Did the babe survive at least?" Alyssa questioned, hugging her father's leg.

Daemon chuckled, confused, and quite worried with all that questioning.

"What in the Seven Hells are you all talking about? Your mother is fine, and is asking to see yo-"

As they couldn't let him finish, the children passed by Daemon swiftly, running to their parents' shared chambers.

They were relieved to see you, well and very much alive, but they couldn't express their excitement as they came into the room and found you with a sleeping baby in your arms.

"It's okay, you can come closer." You smiled weakly.

Alyssa was the first to hop on the bed and carefully hug you.

"I'm so glad you're okay mommy," Alyssa sobbs, kissing your face.

You were so thankful for that moment, so thankful for making out alive and to see your children’s face again. Not everyone has the luck to fool The Stranger.

"We're sorry for how we have been treating you," Rhaegon voiced.

"We are sorry for making you feel bad. We had something prepared, but..." Maegon explained.

You just nodded, assuring them that everything was fine now.

"This is your new sister, Viserra." You introduced the baby to them.

"She’s small," Rhaegon pointed out.

"Mother," Alyssa called for your attention, "can we... Can we possibly sleep here?"

You glanced at Daemon, who was standing in the door corner, watching that little family scene.

"It's okay. I'll sleep on the sofa, right here. I'm not going anywhere." He smirked with wit, you rolled your eyes.

"Then it's settled. Yes darling, you all can sleep here tonight. With me, with us. Me, your father and your sister." You nodded, kissing the children’s head.

Of course they decided to leave when the baby first started to cry in the middle of the night.

[graciegoeskrazy]

mine

matty healy + teen!daughter!reader

cw: mommy issues, lil yelling, crying, cursing, family secrets

an: i’m back. my b. the beginning is mid but the rest is not bad it gets better basically lol. ty to the anon who requested this. hope u enjoy :)))))

“Can I ask you something?” You asked George in the car.

“Anything.” He said.

You turned down the music and faced George over the armrest. “Who is my mother?”

“Anything but that,” he said, turning the music back up.

“George!” You said, stopping his hand. “C’mon. Just a name?”

“I should not be the one telling you who she is.”

“So you do know who she is…”

He looked at you for a second, knowing you caught him. He sighed and replied. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Ask your father.”

You sighed. “I’ve done that my whole life! He’s never given me anything. Not even a name.”

“Then what makes you think I would.”

He thought then turned to him. “Because you love me and I’m your favorite?”

“No.” He said too quickly.

He reached a red light and you reached over the armrests closer to him, trying to get him to answer and to annoy him.

“George, I’m turning 16 next week. I'm going to have a big party with all my friends over and have the time of my life, and I’m going to plan it all without my mom there.”

“Not the sob story.” He said, hands over his eyes.

“Yes, the sob story! Next year I’m gonna go to prom, and she's not gonna be there to help pick out my dress. Same for when I get married. She’s not gonna be there. I’m going to go through all of these milestones and she's not gonna be there and I will never know why. I don’t even know if she’s alive! I’ve spent the past nearly 16 years of my life wondering what she's like. Is she alive? Is she dead? Did she die during childbirth? Did she kill herself? Does she live back home? Have I met her? Is it someone that I know? I don’t fucking know because my overprotective father won't tell me shit!”

He looked at you for a minute then back at the road. You could tell you were about to break him.

“If she's alive and she doesn’t want to be a part of all those things, then at least I know that she's a bitch who didn't want to be there, instead of lying awake at night wondering.”

He sighed, and you grew hopeful.

“I don’t know much about her-”

“But you know some things…”

He looked at you, “Yeah.”

“Well?”

He pulled over. “You, my dear sweet girl, were unexpected.”

“I figured.”

“Your father had been dating someone during the end of school. We had met her a couple of times, he brought her around. It was whatever. One night, he showed up at my house, it was late. He was a sobbing mess. He told me she was pregnant and he was the father. No one knew except me and the boys. He eventually told your grandparents but they didn’t even know he had a girlfriend so that was a funny conversation.”

You held onto every word.

“She wanted to get rid of the pregnancy but she was already nearly halfway through the whole term before she found out so it was already too late. She said she wanted nothing to do with the baby so it was up to your dad to make a decision.”

“Was he gonna get rid of me?”

“He was torn. He wanted to keep going and do what he could but he also didn’t know if he could give you what you truly deserved then.”

He sighed.

“Your mother left right after she gave birth.”

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at George.

“Oh, bubs-”

“I’m fine- keep going.”

He sighed again. “Meanwhile, your dad took one look at his girl and fell in love. He vowed to give you everything he had and more.”

You gave him a suggesting look. He looked outside the window and the roof of the car. Anywhere but at you.

“Her name is Ayla. That’s all I know about her I swear. She never mentioned a job or a family or anything.”

You did it…

He turned to you with a serious look. “Promise me - you won’t go and look her up or cause any trouble.”

You held out your pinky.

“I promise.”

…

It’s crazy what a teenager can do with a name, the internet, and some time. It only took 15 minutes before you found her. Ayla Anderson. Age 33. Born in Manchester, lives in New York City. You were fully aware that George told you to do the exact opposite of what you were currently doing. You were also fully aware that your dad was playing Madison Square Garden in a couple of weeks and you would be in NYC along with him for 2 weeks. It was too perfect. You kept the info in tabs on your computer, occasionally looking over at it whenever you were bored. When the day came a mixture of adrenaline and anxiety took over you, not sure how to feel. Your breathing became incredibly shaky. The freezing New York City air combined with your uncontrollable anxiety became a recipe for unease once you got off the subway in Brooklyn. The 10-minute walk to the unfamiliar address was filled with emotions and questions. What if I got the person and place wrong? What if she recognizes my face instantly? What if she has kids? What if she pulls a gun on me before I speak? What if she just slams the door in my face? In a way, it made the walk seem to go by faster, but you couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing.

The entire apartment building was filthy. Nasty floors that were covered with dirt that hadn’t been cleaned in years, walls that were filled head to toe with writings, graffiti, dirt, and even some spots of blood. The lights that were supposed to fill the hallway either had burnt-out bulbs or had broken pieces on the floor. When you arrived at the door and prepared to knock you heard the sound of cries that only could’ve been coming from a young child. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and knocked on the door, hoping that whatever came next would give you some answers.

“Coming.” A man’s voice answered. The door swung open and revealed a man who appeared to be in his forties wearing khakis, some band tee shirt, with a flask in hand.

You stood in shock. You had no idea who this man was. After a moment of not answering and just staring at his face, he spoke. “Can I help you?” He asked harshly.

“Um- yeah. Hi. I’m looking for Ayla Anderson.”

He nodded and walked back inside, slightly closing the door while doing so. “BABE! DOOR!”

As he disappeared from your eyesight, a woman came into view. You knew instantly. It was her.

You and your dad always looked like twins so to speak. You were the epitome of a mini Matty, but there were always some things that never made sense in terms of you inheriting them from your dad. For instance, your face shape and bone structure were completely different, your nose had a slightly different shape, and your skin tone was completely different than Matty’s. Those 3 things imparticular were staring right back at you when she opened the door.

She looked at you and spoke, obviously not recognizing who you were.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

You swallowed. “Um. Yes- are you Ayla Anderson?”

She tilted her head. “Depends.”

You smiled. Hopeful. Then spoke. “My name is y/n Healy.”

Her eyes widened when she realized your last name. You noticed the change on her face then hesitantly continued.

“Are you-“

“Please go away.” She said cutting you off.

“Are you my mom?” You said it quite loudly but you didn’t think anything of it until she shushed you and spoke in a hushed tone.

“My husband doesn’t know-“ She said, closing the door a little more as she stepped outside, hoping the man in the other room wouldn’t hear anything.

“Are you?” You asked again. Your eyes were glued to her.

“Listen, kid, you need to leave.” She went to reach for the door but you helped it open with a firm grasp.

“Are you my mother?” Your eyes and voice were full of tension.

She sighed, “Biologically…yes.” You softened just a bit. It was her. No more daydreams or fantasies of what she is or could be. It was her.

“But, in every other way shape, or form, I am nothing to you.” Her tone grew serious as she caught you off guard.

Before you could even think of how to respond, a cry coming from inside the apartment cut you off. She sighed and turned back to you. “That’s my kid, listen I-“

“You have a kid?” You asked, cutting her off.

She gave a very sad smile. She felt a wave of sadness when she realized she was handing you life-changing news. “I have 2. Yeah.” She gave a weak smile. “2 Boys.”

You slowly nodded while trying to peek inside the door. “So they’re-“

“And they don’t know you exist.” She said, cutting you off. She got serious again. “And as far as I’m concerned, they never will.”

She crossed her arms and whispered. “I’ve done so good at reshaping my past, the last thing I need is some kid coming and fucking it up.”

You stood in disbelief. How could she be this cruel?

“Why are you even here anyway? Money? You think I got money?”

“I’m not here for money.” Your voice was hoarse with tears.

“Then why are you here?”

You shrugged while continuing to cry. “To see you.” You whipped the tears and straightened up. “I wanted to see you.”

She sighed. “Yeah, well, that makes one of us.”

You were heartbroken.

She looked back into the apartment and then back to you, sighing. “Listen, kid, uh…what was your name?”

She doesn’t even know my name.

“Y/n.” You said, sadly.

“Y/n! Right. Listen, y/n. I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing. I’m sorry I can’t be the mother of your dreams or whatever the fuck you had planned in the little head of yours. Whatever you want, I can’t be that for you. Frankly, I don’t want to be.” She shook her head and sighed. “I’m being honest when I say I wish you the best of luck in life. But I truly don’t want any part in that.”

You swallowed and nodded, not having the courage to look up at her.

“Get home safely.” She said, slamming the door.

…

In the thousands of ways you pictured your mom since you were little, it sure wasn’t like this. The ride back to your and your dad’s Airbnb was faster than the ride over there. Time seems to always go faster when you are in your head. Some gave you looks as you sat quietly on the subway back, either of concern or confusion. It was New York City after all so seeing a young woman like you in your state is nothing new for some of these people. You got to your place sooner than expected and quickly wiped your tears before stepping inside. You were hopping to walk in quietly so no one would notice you but that goal was shot down when Mayhem loudly greeted you at the door. Like always, your father and George were sat at the kitchen table doing work. They said hi, not noticing your fragile state at first,

“Hey, bubs!” George said.

You mumbled a weak “Hey.” after getting up from petting the pup.

Your father took notice of your tone, as well as the dried tear stains of your cheeks. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine. I’m gonna go take a nap.” You said, as nonchalantly as possible. It didn't fool your dad and uncle though.

“What’s up with her?” George asked.

“I don’t know?” he furrowed his brows before adding, “I’ll go talk to her.”

…

As soon as you got upstairs you put your backpack down and jumped on your bed, letting out a plethora of tears you didn't know were there. You couldn't get her words out of your head, they just kept repeating in your mind. So much so that you never hear the footsteps your dad made while walking up the stairs and to your room. His knocking on the door took you out of your trance.

“Darling?” he asked.

“One sec.” You grabbed a tissue and wiped your tears quickly before going to the door and unlocking it.

He smiled at you, not saying a word.

You let out a small confused smirk. “What’s up?”

He sighed and leaned against the door frame. “How was your adventure?”

“Fine.” You replied. You held the door slightly closed, not wanting to let him in, Also giving short answers in the hope of this conversation ending quickly. You couldn't hold your emotions sin for that long.

“Fine?” He asked.

You swallowed “Yeah. Fine.”

He hummed before asking, “Where’d you go?”

“Brooklyn.” You said.

“Hm. What’s there?”

“Boring stuff. I just walked around, you know?”

He knew you were full of shit, but this felt different. He could push you the same way he was used to. This felt different. You felt…fragile. “Hm. You okay?”

“Yeah. Peachy,” you said, with a small, obviously fake, smile.

He straightened up and asked again. “You sure?”

You swallowed and slammed the door.

Matty’s suspensions were correct. “Darling, open the door.”

You were already sobbing. You locked the door and slid down it, sitting on the other side. “I can’t.”

His voice got sweet, laced with concern. “Why, love? What happened?”

At this point, George started heading up the stairs. They just heard your weeping and grew even more worried. “Please tell me, love.”

No answer.

“Darling, whatever it is, we'll figure it out. I won’t be mad I promise.”

Still, no answer.

“Are you safe? Are you hurt?”

Matty was now fearing every terrible scenario. “Y/n, please just-“

“I found her.”

He took a breath and thought before speaking, already connecting some dots.

He sighed, “Found who?” He asked, pretty confident he already knew the answer.

“Ayla.” You said, through tears,

“Y/n Healy-“

“I’m sorry! George told me her name-”

“George Daniel!”

George started to turn away but Matty grabbed him by the collar.

You spoke before he had a chance to get mad at your uncle. “She’s 33. Moved to the U.S. right after she gave birth. She lives on 1924 Larklin Street Apartment 4C in Brooklyn, New York where she lives with her two sons and husband.”

He sighed. “Oh my god-“

“George only told me her name. Don't get mad at him. I’m the one who did the research.”

He glared at George as he dropped his grip. “Did you visit her?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You hesitantly said.

“And what happened?”

The tears you thought were starting to disappear came back again at the thought of her words. “She told me to leave. Told me she doesn’t want any part in my life.”

“Fuck.” He knocked his head on the door, sighing.”

Your tears were now at a full 10 and you were slightly struggling to catch your breath. “Why was I not good enough, Dad?”

“Baby-”

“Why does she hate me?”

He sighed.

“What did I do?”

“You did nothing wrong, y/n-”

“Then why don't I have a mom?”

Matty thought then continued. “Because you don’t need her. The universe or whoever is up there knew that I and your entire family were more than capable of raising the best girl known to mankind. They knew that you were exactly what I needed, so they sent you my way with the help of some bitch named Ayla.”

“You don’t believe that do you?”

“The point is, you were sent my way for a reason, and that reason never involved Ayla.”

“You were meant for me. No one else.”

“You thought about those words for a bit and eventually your cries turned into sniffles.

“Can you open the door now?” He asked hesitantly.

You moved next to the door reached up and turned the handle, opening and unlocking it.

His heart winced when he saw you in your crying state. “Oh, my baby.”

He reached his arms out and you fell into his embrace immediately. Your head falls onto his chest. “It’s gonna be okay. I promise you.”

He pressed a kiss on your forehead.

You sat up after catching your breath. “Thank you for being mom and dad.”

He smiled and took you into another tight hug.

George appeared from around the corner and your dad playfully frowned at him.

“Never trusting your ass with family secrets again.”

You and George smiled. “Sorry mate.”

[callinskiiscalling88]

How'd each twst character get their name

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Chapter 8 of Heartybul Manga Riddle: His dad was like "Answer my Riddle 3 to get the answer you seek" when asked what to put on his birth certificate. It didn't fit so the doctor just put Riddle. Ace: Parents lost a bet with a friend (Headcanon that all the Trappolas are gamblers) Deuce: When asked for his name his dad misheard the doctor and said "Deuces" thinking the doctor said bye (His dad is a tad stupid) Cater: His mom really likes caterpillars, but his dad wouldn't let her name him caterpillar Trey: Named after his grandfather

Chapter 3 of Savanaclaw Manga (Can you tell I had to stretch it?) Leona: His parents just liked the name (After looking up what Leona means I actually really like the name for him) Ruggie: His parents wanted to manifest a wealthy future for him (Ruggie means wealth among other things) Jack: His full name is Jackie but everyone uses Jack for short

Azul's Dorm Uniform Groovy Azul: His mom really likes the color blue Floyd: When his clutter was born, he was actually named something else, but his parents mixed him up with one of his brothers when he hatched.

Jade: So fun fact eels can change their genitalia, typically male to female for mating season. It's called sequential hermaphroditism! Physical appearance can also change, which is called sexual dimorphism. I like to think she was female but changed so she could get into Night Raven. Gender is a bigger thing on the surface than under the sea, so she really doesn't care about what pronouns are used for her or what she's defined as.

Kalim's Tsumsitter Groovy Kalim: His parents wanted a regal name for him. (But I find it ironic that his name means 'The lecturer')

Jamil: His mom just really liked the name. (And oh boy it fits~)

Vil's Birthday Jacket Groovy Vil: I saw this name meaning Protector, but one source said it meant hard work and beauty. His parents were looking at Google for names together, found Ville with the first result and chose it and removed the le. Rook: His mother went into labor during hunting a Rook (it's a type of bird) Epel: His dad thought it'd be funny to name him Apple. His mom didn't want to. However, they believe that the dad should chose a boy's name, so she went with it. He accidentally pronounced it wrong when the doctor asked for the name, and it stuck. His mom grew attached to the name overtime.

From the Lesson Chats. (This is literally the only official picture I could find with both of them together.) Idia: His mom was very insistent on it; his dad didn't have a strong opinion on it. Ortho: It's a molecule at the 1st and 2nd end of a group of atoms. Mama Shroud really wanted to name her kids something science-y when she was younger. She didn't remember that dream until Ortho came along tho, so she chose to use the name for him.

From Toboso's Twitter when Maleficent 2 premiered. (Translation) Malleus: Mal is an important staple for Draconia first names. Maleanor thought long and hard about the name and once Malleus popped up in her head she loved it. Silver: Well, his is canon... But if you don't know, Lilia chose it because of his hair color. However~, When Silver was younger Lilia wanted to give him the middle name Levan but forgot he did. Sebek: His mom wanted to give him a fierce name, so she chose to name him after the Crocodile God. (Sobek) Lilia: Like under the sea, I like to think gender isn't big in Briar Valley either. Lilia might be a feminine name, but it didn't really matter to whoever named him. !BONUS! Sam: Has the same name as his great great great grandfather.(The one Lilia knew) It's a passed down name. !BONUS! Crewel: Not his origin although~... He almost didn't get hired but then Crowley noticed they have similar first names. (Divus and Dire)

SO HERE WE ARE AT THE END!! WOWZAS!! THIS TOOK LIKE 2 HOURS?!??! HUH??! I blame the fact I was also assigning baby dolls to twst characters while typing this. Plus Epic songs... Those are SOSOSOSOOS good. Underworld Sagas coming the 26!!

But anyways thanks for reading Requests are open!! Comments appreciated Have a wonderhoytastic day!

[fandomworld9728]

The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 16:

"Alright. What do you want?"

"Have you been filling Emily's head with nonsense again? I thought we agreed that you wouldn't tell her anything about Lucifer."

See? This is what pisses him off. Expecting people to keep their promises to her yet she can't keep the ones she makes. "Yeah? And didn't you promise Luci that you would tell her about her other parent?"

"Don't call him that!" Taking a deep breath, Sera tried her best to calm down. How was Adam still so wrapped around the fallen angel's finger? "I said what was needed to make sure he didn't completely crumble apart. That would have hurt Emily."

"What hurt Emily was taking her away from her mother!"

"Don't raise your voice-"

"No! I'm tired of this shit, Sera. You broke the connection between an Omega mother and a pup only a couple months after birth. Not only that, but you didn't give her to me. You know? Her father? You kept her! She should have just gone with Lucifer. You see how little miss sunshine Morningstar is. Ems would have been fine." Taking his mask off, Adam headed for the door. "It's really sad that his own sister can't keep her promise. That's up to the shitty ex he screwed over."

Leaving the Seraphim speechless, the first man made his way back to his room. They had court soon and he needed time to think and decompress. Sometimes it felt like all Sera wanted was the quirky former angel out of the way and a child of her own. With how Adam tended to run his mouth as freely as he wanted, he seemed to be getting into more and more trouble lately. The latest had been him taking the fall for the Exterminations.

He had suggested it when he was experiencing one of his really low moments. The moments when he missed his omega. Where it physically hurt that he wasn't there with him. He didn't think Sera would take it seriously and actually agree to it. She almost seemed giddy about it. Not in the face though. It all showed in her eyes. And as guilty as he felt about the Exterminations... it was also a way to get out that feeling of rage and pain at the omega abandoning him for Lilith.

Though... things never seemed to add up in his head. Those final days together in the garden. Sera's behavior. None of it made sense. He needed to talk to the Princess of Hell. And soon. Without Lute. However, luck didn't seem to be on his side.

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"This is so much fun! I wish we could hang out all the time."

"Me too! Too bad mom and dad aren't together. If they were we could see each other all the time."

"I've been meaning to ask... who is your mom?"

Confused, Emily stopped walking. "What do you mean? We have the same mom- oh! That's right. You grew up calling Lilith your mom. So, you wouldn't call our omega parent mom like me."

Did this mean that her older sister had two male parents like she did? Charlie was even more interested to learn about who Emily's other parent is now. Should she start calling her dad her mom instead? Wouldn't hurt to try and calling him dad had really truly felt right. At this point though, it was habit.

"My alpha parent is actually Adam."

"Wait what?! Adam?!"

"Yeah. And don't take anything that he says or does in front of the other angels personally. He has to keep up a certain persona in front of them to stay on Sera's good side. He still cares about mom so much. Sometimes he thinks about taking me and going to Hell to live with you two when it gets too painful for him to be separated. That pain also makes him do bad things..."

Like the Exterminations. It wasn't an excuse, but it certainly explained a lot about Adam. "Thank you for telling me that, Emily."

~

What was Lucifer thinking? He was too old for this. And too much of a recluse to handle all of these people, the flashing lights, and the loud music. Usually, he'd use alcohol to help dull his senses to make it all easier to handle, but this stuff wasn't as strong as what Bee has at her parties so his magic burns right through any effects it could have on him. He had half a mind to just buy a couple bottles and chug them just to feel a buzz.

"What's wrong, short king? Aren't ya havin' fun?"

"I guess this isn't really my scene anymore... maybe I should just go back to the hotel."

"Nonsense!" Slamming down a shot, Cherri turned to the two men with a large grin. "How about you grab someone and go into one those private rooms? Or you could just grab me for a fun time."

Nervously laughing, Lucifer tugged on the collar of his shirt to try and cool off. All the flirting Angel's friend has been doing paired with strong smell of sex was making him feel a little over heated. He would have left already if it wasn't for his gut screaming at him to stay put. "T-That's flattering but no thank you. As much as I like girls I'm more into men."

A shrug and another shot were all the punk girl needed before she was focused on something else, making Lucifer breathe a little easier. Luckily, Angel was too busy having fun and trailing after a drunk Niffty to try flirting with him too. Could also have something to do with Husk being there. He wasn't going to complain. The less attention on him the better.

However, that left him alone with Alastor, who seemed to be enjoying watching the chaos unfolding. What little bit this night had been going in the king's favor quickly flipped against him. He was going to need to do something about this odd attraction he had to the creepy demon sitting next to him at the bar area. Beel and Ozzie keep telling him to get himself back out in the dating scene, but it always felt like Alastor didn't like him for some reason.

Their interactions left him feeling as if the other man was being intentionally hostile towards him. Like, what the fuck did Lucifer do to the guy? Absolutely nothing! Well, besides that small little spat when they met. But he apologized for that! Though... Alastor had called his sour scent delicious. He didn't understand how someone could like a scent that left most people's stomachs churning. 

No. He couldn't get involved with the radio demon. No matter how effected he was by the man's scent, appearance, and words. Not to mention his show of power whenever he needs to prove a point... Nope! Not going down that road again! He did not need the club smelling the mess he makes of himself just thinking about some sinner he met not that long ago.

Maybe he did need to get laid. Who would be a good choice? Angel Dust? He was experienced and Lucifer hadn't had sex in a really long time. But the spider demon had sex with people all day at work and was working horrible hours. Sir Pentious might be a good choice. The poor guy kept striking out tonight. He could use a win. People also tended to want what they couldn't have. Cherri might be more interested in the snake demon after. So, a win win win. Pentious gets a win and confidence boost, Lucifer gets laid, and Cherri might get either jealous and/or interested in the other sinner after.

His thoughts came to a screeching halt at the scene he saw. It made his blood boil, and he was moving before he could stop himself.

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[icespur]

Akeshu Daughter from the future in Mpreg Akiren During Strikers AU:

Credit to “@iftheworldendsinflames” for bringing up the idea. 

She originally brought up the idea for the “Mpreg Akiren during Strikers” idea, but I could see this working for a couple scenarios, I’ll split them into separate posts.

So, one plot issue with this particular scenario is “Why would Komari be there in the first place?” Since most “from the future” plots, have said person from the future come to the past to warn someone of something, or to fix or prevent something bad from happening themselves. 

For this case, there’s nothing really world endangering or life threatening in Strikers that could be perilous to Komari and her future, so what if she got sent to the past somehow by accident and so her goal is to get back home and she needs the assistance of the Phantom Thieves but at the same time, obviously can’t fully reveal why and who exactly she is as that might rewrite her original reality she’s from, or worse, erase her from existence entirely. 

So, she goes “undercover” in a sense. She keeps her first name, but goes by a different allies off the fly after nearly fucking up her cover—

“I’m Komari Ama—--uh—-Ake—-Ah–ak—ak–a–gi? Yes! Akagi. Komari Akagi, that’s me!” 

Inspired after remembering a Japanese Jazz pianist with that surname. That kanji spelling of  Akagi translates to “Red Castle” which—is unintentionally similar to the meaning of “Amamiya” which means “Rain Palace”. So already she’s made a subtle whoopsie. 

I like to think Akechi would also take his child to the Jazz Jin to keep the tradition and so Komari grew up listening to the Jazz Genre and probably came across the name Akagi by listening to one of his songs. 

Out of panic and memory, she chooses the surname which also translates to something similar to what one of her fathers surname means, it’s too late to pick a different name so all she can do is internally hope and pray they don’t catch on.

She does openly tell the Thieves things about herself if asked or randomly if a subject reminds her of her upbringing, but of course nothing outright

Like, she obviously can’t say: “My Parents are Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi”. But she brings up in passing “Oh I don’t have a “mom” I have two dads actually.”

“Oh, you’re adopted then?”

“No, one of my dads gave birth to me.”

“...........Wha?” Everyone is puzzled as hell at that response until they remember “Oh wait, we have a pregnant male party member.”

Ryuji jokes that Ren and Komari’s dad should meet one day so they can bond over pregnancy experiences. Komari laughs in response but internally is freaking out because “I’m in deeper shit than I thought. Not only did I go back in time, I got dropped in the year I was born, Ren is my dad, he’s pregnant with me.”

She actively avoids interacting with the newborn version of herself to avoid a paradox. One of the Thieves notices this and asks her why she doesn’t seem to want to be around the baby, and she doesn’t want to come off as rude or heartless so she doesn’t want to use the “Oh, I don’t like children” excuse, so she stammers out an accidental declaration that she has a crippling phobia of babies. 

Out of instinct she’ll slip up in interactions by acting too familiar with the group, or little genetic quirks and mannerisms inherited from her parents will shine through. Most of them go over the Thieves' heads, but Ren silently takes notice and can’t help but be reminded of Akechi in more ways than one. 

Komari inherited Akechi’s eye color and front bangs of his hair. Hair color wise, is from Ren; black and naturally messy.

Black hair and Brown eyes isn’t that uncommon of an appearance in Japan. But Ren knows those eyes, the reddish brown tint of his allegedly deceased rival. It’s probably why he can’t help but smile fondly when talking and looking at her. He hopes his and Akechi’s unborn daughter inherits the same eyes. 

When meeting Morgana in this timeline for the first time, unlike everyone else’s first reaction to him, Komari doesn’t do the “AH WHATTHEHECKATALKINGCAT?!” thing since she grew up with Morgana so already knows about his ordeal, so purely out of natural instinct she treats him with respect and an individual which gives her good points from him off the bat because “Finally, someone that treats me as an equal. Why can’t you be more like Mari-Chan, Ryuji? I like this girl, I say we’re keeping her!” 

She almost slips up by nearly referring to Ryuji, Yuusuke, Ann, Makoto, Haru and Futaba as “Aunt/Uncle”, more times than she’d like to admit. 

Seems to have a personal hatred for politicians. When asked, she explains “My family doesn’t have good experiences with politicians.” 

Has an unconscious habit of referring to people that anger her as “Trash” under her breath.

Wears black gloves that Ren especially takes notice of. He asks her about them and how they remind him of—-someone he really cared for and misses. Afraid that he could be getting suspicious of her, and immediately regretting responding with “Oh, these belonged to one of my dads.” She waves off the similarity with “Black is a common color for gloves, i’m sure it's just a coincidence.” 

Very—-- “enthusiastic” when fighting shadows in the Metaverse. It scares the shit out of most of the Thieves, except Joker, who gets instant “Third Semester Black Mask Akechi” flashbacks, and tears up while watching the strange yet familiar girl massacre the shadows. 

The Thieves say that Komari reminds them of Ren. Much to Ren’s bewilderment because according to him “Me???? Really, I mean if you say so, but I don’t really see it. Is it our hair color? We both have black and messily textured hair.”

Mari-chan inherited Ren’s humor, playfulness, courage and charisma. When she smiles and interacts with the group, it’s genuine. She’s also naturally honest which could explain why she’s making so many unintentional fuck ups by revealing too much information about herself. She most definitely did not inherit Akechi’s acting and ability to put on a false mask in public and it shows. 

I cannot stress enough how the only thing that would save this poor girl from unintentionally causing a paradox is if the Phantom Thieves and Ren are all simultaneously cursed with sharing one braincell. 

She’s trying, she really is. But if the Akechi from her original timeline could see this he’d be facepalming and sighing in disappointment, then in utter defeat calls Ren over to give him a heads up that there’s going to be some drastic changes to their reality because their lovely pride and joy somehow got herself teleported to the past to the year of her birth and is flopping like a fish out of water at mission “Go undercover and befriend the past versions of my family, reveal that I’m from the future but not my exact identity, so they can hopefully help me return to my reality.” Because he just got reminded that she inherited Ren’s intellect and now they and everyone in their reality is fucked.

[dorokora]

Chapter 15 Episode 8 Part 1

We start with narration from Toji, how he was ashamed of himself until he met MC who saw him as is. Cut to Amaterasu, The alliance with Onyankopon was broken, and Amaterasu was forced to change her plans. Amaterasu can no longer move most of the soldiers. This is because they lost their position as the majority within this guild. Amaterasu knows this method, she used it once against Okuninushi. Amaterasu knows that Daikoku is behind this, however, what they do remains the same as before. We cut to Korpokkur, who is sad when he sees Michael in the sky. It is true that he still has cold feelings for his former ally, Michael, who betrayed his unyielding position. However, at the same time, Koropokkuru also resented the idea of ​​making a small person into a hero. We cut to outside future city, Willie says this is a real battlefield and starts crying out for his mom and dad. He has to graduate from that "Academy" and become an adult. But he can't prepare for that yet. His body has just become an adult. Kokopelli sneaks up on Willie, he can tell Willie is a new recruit who hasn’t experienced battle. Kokopelli ask him where are the latest coordinates of the MxOther machine.

We cut to MC, Toji, and Sanzo who time leap to the garden thanks to Nyarl. Michael also followed them. Michael is exhausted due to the wear and tear caused by the acceleration. Amaterasu shows and ask Michael if he’s hurt. Michael says she’s acting like a sibling again and tells her to not treat him like her younger brother. Amaterasu ask MC how they are willing to go until they’re satisfied. She then shows everyone past loop memories. Amaterasu used to hang out with the Missionaries and the Gurus. Sanzo remembers now. Sanzo ask why are they trying to make MC sad and they should apologize. Amaterasu says her pillar is different from Azathoth. She says she will never forget the shameful sins MC committed in the past loops. This endless mirror is like the sun, making everyone ashamed of all their sins. Amaterasu says she won’t let MC go until they say “I should have done what my sister said,”. Toji says that attack won’t work as he remembers Yukimura’s advice. Toji cuts through the illusion of the past loops. Amaterasu looks at MC and tells them to stop looking at her with those eyes. Don't look at me the same way as Uzume. Amaterasu staggers slightly, as if she's scared of something, as if running away from MC’s gaze. It was as if she was turning her eyes away from the image of herself reflected in MC’s eyes. Uzume is standing in the burning future city alone looking at the sky. She knows all to well. Amaterasu is the center of Takamagahara, a mutual monitoring system that ``lights up the world to the very edge.'' However, Amaterasu's own sins should be illuminated. And there was no one to stare at that shame. No one except for Susanoo. Back to MC has they summoned their second sword, the strategy is this; First, MC and Touji hold down Amaterasu and Michael. At that moment, Sanzo rejection of the future regains everyone's consciousness, seizes Mononobe's memory unit, and escapes with Nyarlathotep's space leap. Battle start!

We get flashback of Amaterasu remembering her vow with Susanoo. When she received Susanoo's iron sword, she smashed it in her mouth and gave birth to a child. Yes, Amaterasu had a child with Susanoo. Although that is different from normal reproduction. At that time, that child was staring at her. It was Shameless, like Susanoo. No, maybe that was just a mirror-like reflection of the embarrassing gaze of Susanoo. She remembers only her own worthlessness. She will never be able to forget the memories of sadness. She tried to make the system of her hometown work, but... She was ashamed of her own inadequacies and always cries to herself. Her younger brother, her Susanoo, was always there. Shameless Susanoo, she thought you could have played his role better...he could even be a god. She couldn't do it, but I wanted to pass it to him. She wish she were more like him. Back to Uzume, she says she always wanted to be like Amaterasu. She lived up to everyone's expectations and was an honor student recognized by everyone. A girl who is cuter than her and is bad at lying.

Back to MC, Michael is faster than anyone else. However, that means that he will have to suffer the biggest backlash. Amaterasu can see better than anyone else. But that means she can see things you don't need to see. Nyarlathotep unleash 999 clones on Michael and Amaterasu. Michael was hit with the fastest speed, causing him to stumble slightly from the recoil of being hit by the fastest bullet on earth. Amaterasu sees everything that exists. However, it is impossible to see through the “meaning that does not exist from the beginning”. Zero is zero. Therefore, their thinking resources were taken up, and the next move was only slightly delayed. Just a moment's bluff. A meaningless joke. That was all Nyarlathotep could do. Toji and MC unleashed the finishing blow on Michael and Amaterasu. Sanzo then used his scared artifact on the capture Summoners and Arsalan. But MC and Toji, Nyarlathotep, Michael, Amaterasu made contact, and...What happened when Sanzou came into contact with another Nyarlathotep, Shirou and Kengo, Ryota and Arslan. A new Exception appeared due to 10 sacred artifacts clashing at once. Curren in the sky says this is a Chain Type Exception. Old Solomon's wisdom born from the connection of 10 rules. King Solomon's journey from west to east connected Eden and Takamagahara through the six-pointed seal of closed territory. This Exception is called Sephiroth. The 10 beams of light that show the path for people to reach God, the ``World Pillars'' of the Trinomy. Curren welcomes MC as the final main character of this game. She marks the coming future of humanity. She hereby declare the launch of "System Tokyo".

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

this just in: Irish loser is Sad™ because all my friends can go and do shit but not me apparently

Vent under the cut, I'm really sorry about this but I have to get it off my chest (it's nothing too serious but it is kinda long)

I'm eighteen. I've voted twice. I've finished secondary school. People my age are planning holidays and going to college and moving out and actually living life, and I feel like I'm falling behind so so much.

I don't have a bank account. I don't have a passport or any form of photo ID with a date of birth. I don't even have (or want!) a driver's licence, I will circle back to that later though.

My parents (particularly my mom) keep saying they'll help me get set up with all the above but because Mom's busy with work and Dad's really forgetful, it never gets done.

It's gotten to a point where I don't actually see a point in getting these things set up, for the following reasons:

I haven't had my name legally changed yet so everything would be set up under my deadname. Which. Fuck that.

For a bank account to make sense I would need money and I live in literally the textbook definition of "rural ass farming town" so the only jobs around that don't need experience are working in the supermarket or food service. I would, and I'm not exaggerating here, rather launch myself into a black hole than do those jobs because I've heard from my neurotypical peers how hard they are so I can only imagine how awful it would be for someone with autism like myself. My only other option is to try and get unemployment benefits but like. What would I even be spending the money on? Certainly not a house (the housing market in Ireland is literally impossible) and not a holiday either.

For a passport to make sense I would need to be able to travel, and quite aside from the No Money thing (see above) I've been fucked over by fate yet again because Mom doesn't trust me to go places on my own. She's only quite recently started letting me take the bus to a town half an hour away with friends. I don't even see the use in asking her to go on a train/plane/ferry unaccompanied because I know for a fact she'd say no. She'd say something along the lines of "we should do this together a few times first" which, understandable, but then she's so tired from work and busy with housework on the weekends that that never ends up coming to fruition. Add to that my crippling anxiety, catastrophic thinking and fear of the unknown, and I have basically conditioned myself into thinking I can never go anywhere more than a half hour's drive away without a parent.

I do not want to learn to drive. My dad keeps telling me I should because it would give me freedom, except no it wouldn't. It's not like I could use his car because he needs to go places too, and I could probably never afford my own car cause that shit is expensive as hell to run and maintain, so I really see no sense in learning. Also, I have the navigational skills of a teaspoon, so I would be basically guaranteed to get lost.

All of this has come to a point where I'm super hesitant to ask for anything because I know that either my parents will outright say no, or I'll end up chickening out because they'll remind me there's probably something I haven't thought of. (Mind, they don't often fully explain what)

And this was fine a few years ago when I had no friends and couldn't see how people actually lived their lives, but as my friends are all telling me about things they plan to do, I guess I'm having a lot of realisations.

The first time a classmate of mine said she was going on a holiday independently with some friends of hers, my first immediate thought was, "Do her parents just not care?" This would've been a little over two years ago, when I and all my class were around 16.

Now, though, I'm realising that teens going places on their own is actually NORMAL and that, big surprise, I'm once again the weird one. I told Mom about this and her response was "there's no right speed to do life at" which is right, you shouldn't do things if you don't feel ready to do them, but I don't know, something about this whole situation feels kinda wrong to me.

Here's the thing that's made me emotional today though.

The big Pride festival in Ireland is on June 29th. I wanted to go last year with my friends but Mom said no because it would be "too crowded" and "what if something goes wrong and I can't be there for you" and all that. And the worst part? She's right. It would have been very overwhelming.

Anyway this year, my friends aren't going, so even if by some miracle Mom's answer was going to change, I would feel awkward not being able to go with anyone I knew. So I'm not even gonna ask.

The way I see it, I can't move on with my life in any way as it stands. I can't release music, or publish books, or sign up to act in anything, until I get my name changed, because I do not want to be renowned under my deadname.

But I also feel like I can't change my name until I move out. My parents say they need to know where I am all the time, to the point where I once had an outing with a group of friends interrupted by a call from my father because I had left with the group from the coffee shop he'd dropped me off at, to a different shop somewhere else, two minutes' walk away.

I don't know. I feel like I have no freedom or independence and I'm genuinely unsure whether this is normal for people my age, or if it's an autism thing, or if my parents (again, particularly my mother) are being weird.

Basically what I'm wondering is

Is it healthy to be in this situation? And if not, how can I get out of it?

Again, I'm really really sorry about this, I know I don't usually get all personal on here but just. I feel weird about this and need some advice or at the very least a virtual shoulder to cry on

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi, i was wondering if you know any new kid fics, Sterek preferably, and the longer the better, it doesn't matter the who just them being parents.

Thank you so much!!

Yeah, @chibi-nml!

You won't mind if I come back into your life? by mcreynolds_87

(1/1 I 2,444 I General)

The image in front of him was too much for him to handle, because something in his chest told him that this future could have been his if only he had waited a bit longer, if only he had just focused on pursuing his FBI career instead of running into Lydia's arms when he couldn't cope with Derek's leaving.

the shape of my heart by Winchesterek

(1/1 I 4,807 I Mature)

Stiles never thought he'd meet someone like Derek. Someone that was in a similar situation as he was - raising kids that weren't biologically his. It was even wilder because Derek was his god daughters first grade teacher and she was best friends with Derek's niece and nephew.

And Derek was hot. So hot that Stiles couldn't help ogling him every time they spent any amount of time around each other, including play dates and lunch in the school cafeteria with their kids. So Derek asking him out for Valentine's Day? That was just icing on the cake. Plus, Stiles was already head over heels for him.

"What's a mom?" by lookingforatardis

(1/1 I 4,833 I General)

Eli stormed through the house after his after-school basketball practice and demanded his dad answer his questions. He looked terrified, and as far as Eli was concerned, he should be. “Where do babies come from?” “Oh my god,” his dad muttered, covering his face. “We are waiting until your dad is home.”

Or, Eli learns about why he doesn't actually have a birth mom.

god was a dog-man by spqr

(1/1 I 12,810 I Teen)

“Do you have a secret teenage son?” Stiles demands, as soon as Derek opens the door.

Take me out by changez

(2/2 I 3,012 I Mature)

“Take your kid to work day” wasn’t exactly what Stiles had planned, especially when he had things he needed to get done before the game that evening.

Chasing after said kid who decided to wander the stadium was also not planned…

If only a kind and understanding ball player were out there somewhere…

[rosiahills22]

Notice me

Jake “hangman” seresin x Rosie Seresin

Disclaimer! This is my first time writing so be kind! Let me know what you think please! Comment, message, reblog! Thank you! Also no use of Y/N

Warnings: pregnancy, birth, post partum depression, arguing, slight suggestion at the end

If you told me 5 years ago I would be married to Jake Seresin and now have a beautiful baby girl together, I would never believe you. Here we are married for 3 years together for 5 with our beautiful daughter, Daisy Grace Seresin who just turned 6 weeks

They always tell you about the beautiful things of having a child. The first smiles, the giggles, warm bath time and reading stories, all the sweet newborn cuddles. Watching your husband be a girl dad. What they don’t tell you is becoming a mother can make you feel like you are not your own person anymore. They don’t tell you that you will feel lonely, the most alone you will ever feel. I never understood why moms got the baby blues when they just had such a blessing, but now I’m on the cruel end of it.

It’s not Jakes fault he doesn’t notice how distant I’ve become or how I’m in my head most days. He has work, and a new baby to think about. But…why can’t he see I’m silently drowning,questioning everything I’m doing. Am I enough? Not only for Daisy but for Jake as well. Am I holding her right, am I spending enough time with Jake? Has he noticed I still have 10 pounds of baby weight to lose? All these questions swirling in my mind 24/7 makes the little sleep I get difficult. And now we are hosting a BBQ for the dagger squad to spend more time together and get Daisy used to her little family.

The dagger squad and penny and mav all started to arrive at the Seresin house around 4:30pm. Phoenix and Penny helping Rosie out in the kitchen while fanboy stole Daisy from her bassinet in the kitchen. “Don’t drop my daughter Mickey” giving him a pointed look that should have come off playful but came off more anxiety ridden than anything. All fanboy did was nod and joined the men outside around the grill and picnic table.

“So Rosie, how is motherhood treating you?” Penny asked while chopping carrots for the salad. You swear she was giving you a sympathetic look, almost like she knows everything going on in your head.

“Oh it’s great penny, thank you” Rosie smiled, more of a grimace, making penny and phoenix frown.

“Well let’s these sides out the meat should be done any moment now” Rosie said

Penny and Phoenix shared a look but followed Rosie outside none the less. Penny mentally promised to watch Rosie tonight and see if she notices anything else a little off with the seresin wife.

As the girls joined the guys and Daisy outside she noticed Rooster now holding little Daisy making her happy as can be.

“There’s my pretty lady” Jake smiled, reaching an arm out towards Rosie. Rosie put the bowl of salad down and reached towards Jake wrapping her arms around him. “Here I am” barely a smile on the girls lips. Rooster, mav, payback and bob seemed to notice the low energy Rosie was giving but seemed to blame it on being a new mother.

“Well everyone, let’s eat!” Mav said.

Rosie took Daisy from Roosters arms and held her while she ate, a salad because those 10 pounds have been nagging her all day, mocking her. It’s a little hard with one arm and a wiggly baby but, she’s mom she has to take care of Daisy, well that’s what her mind says. Once Penny was done, she offered to take Daisy.

“Here Rosie I can take Daisy so you can finish”

“Oh no” Rosie started “that’s alright I’m done anyway”

“Rosie you just had some salad…you sure you’re full”

“Yeah..I had a good lunch and you know how hard baby weight it to lose” Rosie laughed trying to play it off. But everyone shared a little look with eachother. A look saying that was a little off for Rosie to say. Usually Rosie is very body positive. This comment goes right over Jakes head as he’s too busy trying to get Daisy to laugh in Rosie’s arms.

The rest of the night seems to go smoothly, atleast for Jake it does. Every once in awhile Rosie makes a degrading comment about herself that she laughs off or a “oh you know just mom stuff I guess”. Everyone seems to notice the sad eyes and distant smile in Rosie, everyone but her husband. The daggers all agree to stay a little bit and see if they can get Jake away long enough to ask if Rosie is alright.

Daisy let’s put a long yawn, “well I think it’s time for little ladies bedtime” Rosie says. “You want me to take her darlin’?” Jake says. “Oh no I’m gonna feed her to sleep tonight, seems a little hungry” Jake leans over and gives a goodnight kiss to Daisy on her forehead and the daggers all day their good nights.

Penny thinks now is the time. “Hey Jake is Rosie okay?” Jake gives a curious frowns “yeah..why?” Phoenix looks around and then at Jake and says “Well she was making comments about herself all night, not nice comments either and barely smiled all night.”

Jakes frowns deeply and says “Well…what..she just is tired…right?” Jake is now thinking back, really thinking and is starting to realize all the comments about her weight, needing constant reassurance she’s doing something right. Now Jake is noticing how she barely touches him, sleeps towards the edge of the bed, pushes him away subtly by saying she needs to pump or change daisy’s diaper. The giant sweaters in this San Diego heat.

Jake wants to punch himself now, how could he let his amazing wife think of herself as anything less than perfect. Jake starts to look around at everyone, all giving him sympathetic looks.

“How did I not see her hurting?” Jake starts, before he could spiral anymore Penny says “I think she has post partum depression, Jake, it’s very common, especially in first time moms” Jake just can’t believe his sunshine is having cloudy days. Rosie is the most amazing human, Jake thinks, she should be nothing but happy all the time, she deserves it.

“Doesn’t she have a 6 week appointment coming up soon?” Payback recalls to the group. “Uh..yeah it’s on Monday” Jake states. “Maybe she needs to bring up these doubts and feelings to the doctor.” Bob says “she’s hurting and she may need more help beyond what we can do” Bob finishes.

“We will be by you guys through this all, babysitting, just sitting with Rosie if you need to be gone” Coyote starts “but you need to help Rosie realize she needs help too”

Jakes head feels like it’s spinning, like a bomb just dropped. But he needs to get it on straight and buckle up, because his wife is hurting and he needs to help her anyway he can.

“Talk to Rosie tonight and give us a call in the morning with anything we could do to help” Maverick says. “I think it’s time to call it a night everyone” Rooster states. The daggers all give Jake reassuring smiles and hugs and Penny reassured him again that it’s normal and he couldn’t have prevented this. Jake closes the front door and makes his way upstairs.

When he gets to their bedroom Rosie is combing through her wet hair, having just took a shower. “Hey, everyone leave? Sorry I didn’t come back down I just needed a shower” Rosie says. “Yeah they left, don’t worry, they send their love” Jake says.

Jake is now just starring at Rosie wondering how to bring this up with her. Rosie notices jakes starring and asks “…you okay?”. Jake just sighs and decides to bite the bullet, “Are you okay?”. Rosie looks around confused “yeah…why are you asking?”. Jake decides to just put it all out there. Rosie just gives Jake a confused smile.

“The others pointed it out to me tonight and I don’t know how I never noticed and I will beat myself up everyday for it but you’ve been distant and making mean comments about yourself” slowly the confused smile drops from Rosie’s face. Her mind is going crazy, the others noticed? Was I acting that weird? Maybe they notice I’m not that great too.

“Jake…I’m fine.” Rosie turns to the vanity to put lotion on her stomach, trying to get these stretch marks gone. She is so in her head she doesn’t even realize she’s rubbing her skin raw and tears are starting to line her eyes, Jake is trying to talk to her. “Honey!” Jake says loudly. Rosie finally snaps out of it and looks at Jake. Jake walks over to Rosie and grabs her hands.

“Baby what is wrong?” Jake says. Rosie just looks at him and all of a sudden feels like a dam burst in her chest and she just starts sobbing. Jake is quick to bring her to his chest cooing at her and telling her everything is ok.

“I don’t know what is happening to me!” Rosie cried “I feel sad and lonely all the time! It’s like I’m a stranger in my own body, I hate myself! I hate the stretch marks, I hate this fucking 10 pounds I can’t lose! My hair is ugly, I never sleep and I feel so horrible because I know I can be better for you and Daisy, you both deserve better than what I’m giving” Rosie is still clutching onto Jake for some sense of grounding. “ I just don’t know what to do, I can’t keep feeling like this, I can’t.”

Jake feels awful standing their holding his wife. Not noticing she was drowning in her own mind.

“Baby..baby look at me” Rosie looks up at Jake. “There’s my pretty girl” Jake gives a small smile. Rosie just stares at Jake.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m sorry I didn’t see you hurting earlier. But I see you now and I’m going to do everything I can to help you see what I see.” Jake starts “wanna know what I see?” Jake says. Rosie just nods her head. “I see my entire world when I look at you, I see my gorgeous wife who has the most kind heart, I see those beautiful eyes that I could get lost in for hours, I see you being the best damn mother I have ever seen. I see you baby, you are so gorgeous to me, stretch marks and all, and those 10 pounds? Yeah that went straight to those hips I love to grab” Jake smirks, Rosie rolls her eyes fondly and gives a slight chuckle.

“There’s my girl, all I want to see is your smile, what can I do baby?” Jake says

“I don’t know…Jake I think I need help, like professional help” Rosie states. Jake looks at her with nothing but fondness and pride. She’s so strong Jake thinks.

“Okay baby we will talk with your doctor at your appointment on Monday, ok?” Jake says. “Sounds like a plan to me” Rosie says. Rosie looks over at Jake smirking. Jake looks at her with gleeful curiosity. “What are you smirking at?” Rosie looks at Jake and smiled innocently “you know I’ll probably be cleared for certain activities on Monday, but for now I think hugs and kisses will make me feel better till then”. Jake just smirks at his wife and says “Now I can definitely do that” Jake and Rosie lay in bed together all night holding eachother and laughing, kisses here and there. In their own peaceful quiet bliss.

Until Daisy felt left out and and starting crying over the baby monitor. “Duty calls” Jake says kissing her forehead. Rosie looks as Jake goes and gets Daisy, realizing she didn’t need to be alone in her mind, cause she has the best support team out there. She also set a reminder to thank the dagger squad. They sure are the best family.

MY FIRST STORY EVER! Remember to be kind! Feedback is always welcome! Comment, reblog and message and follow me! ❤️ thanks for reading!

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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii Omg i havee SOOO much to tell and ask you its both sad and fun stuff, First off i wanna tell you that you are such an amazing person like seriously omggg how do u even exist like you must not be allowed away from heaven. Btw random: i heard u mention abt u in university so hows that going and whats ur majorr???? :)) And now the very very bad stuff: i messed up. not very uncommon you see, but very bad. my cousin whom i rllyyy love shes amazing shes like the andromeda to my sirius. nd my dad's side is very cruel to my mom before i ws born and they also shamed her for having a kid (my sis) that has problems (they refuse to tell me what it is but she has 2 problems idk the first one she has since birth and the second is that she had um.. men parts but when she was around 4/5 we founf out shes.. female? im a minor i rlly dont undersrand how ths works so..yeah. shes 8 now btw this year shes gonna be 9 y/o) basically very cruel people very very bad and so my cousin, whos from my dad's side, she came for like a sleepover thingy and my father commented on my mom's side and how they arent close to me even though they are my basucaly everything.. and in reply, i said how i like them and they are good and i said "my mums side is great... better than father side atlst" and she said "i can hear u yk" and i said that shes a excpetiion but when she wnt home she really felt upset and she had an exam but she stll didnt come to my house (my house is closer to her school so she stays here in exam time so it takes less tme in travelling) so my father cmpletly blamed me and now im so upset idek what to do i dont wanna apologize to her cz she doesnt know that i know that she said shes upset. my father confronted me about it and he got to jknow from my cousins mom so there was no direct contact but basically yeah thats it. i need help in what i should do to fix things again :( but this is the reason that simply talking wouldnt work and its rlly hard :( btw random: how do i start my microfic thing like do i just upoad a micfic or do i post smgthn else first if ykwim? another thing:

yeah idk but i think m bisexual and i have a bestfriend shes straight and supports lgbtq+ community but i rlly like her and cz were besties i dont wnanna ruin anything at all and im cool with how we r rn but at the same time i want more ykwim? and.. were like the touchy-feely kinda bestfriends so we hold hands n stuff as a joke nd people ship us and its so asdxdfgkhljhxx idek if i rlly like her as a frnd or i like her as in like like her.. but i also have a crush on a boy but it only lasts for 2 secs but when i see him again i start to thibk i like him again but my other rlly gud friend likes him so is it that i like hm and ignore my feelings js cs my frnd liks him or do i just like him as frnds,, idek were close we play games togheter n stuff but thtas about it..

also have i mentioned how much of an angel you are??? i literally scream and jump off a cliff casually when u reply to my texts <333 ilysm ur such a great person <333

xoxo, sweet potato <33

hi!

Aww you're so sweet! I'm not in university anymore, at least not in the traditional sense: I'm working on my master's degree. It's going.....not terrible lol. I'm majoring in ESL Education (English as a Second Language).

For your first question: I think this is a really good example of how talking through other people isn't the best solution. Do you have any way of getting in contact with your cousin directly? Because things are definitely going to be changed and exaggerated if you are talking through your aunt and dad. Once you talk to her, be truthful. Be sincere and tell her how important she is to you. I'm betting she'll come around.

For microfics: Nope, just go for it! You don't have to do anything beforehand, just start! I can't wait to see what you write!

For the last part: First, are you sure you friend is straight? If she definitely is, then yeah, it might not be worth it to say anything? But I mean, you could always try bringing it up casually. Like "Oh, I think you're really pretty!" and see what happens?

With the guy- I know it sounds cliche, but if your friend likes him, stay away. I've been there. I've seen friendships fall apart. It's not worth it, especially since you're not even sure of your feelings. I know I probably sound like a parent, here, but there was a full-on FEUD I experienced in eighth grade because two people were fighting over a guy and....yeah.

Thank you so much for the compliments, you're so nice!! <3 I hope you have a great day!

[shaineybainey]

Random Lab Rats family headcanon:

* mostly includes Leo *

* will add more as I think of them *

* tw: some mental health discussion *

* will add Oliver, Kaz, and Skylar here later *

• whenever Bree would get up to try to get something, and she says, "I'll be quick," Leo would always reply with "Not too quick." He used to say it when they're around people who aren't family members, but then he kept the tradition even when the world already knows about her abilities.

It annoyed her to no end in the beginning, but as they get older, it becomes their inside joke.

• Adam once sold his car to a guy at the park in exchange of the St. Bernard puppies he was selling. Donald and Tasha, of course, were mortified and had to go out to bargain with the park guy to get the car back.

Meanwhile, Adam had Bree, Chase, and Leo help him bathe the puppies. He named them that night: Twinky, Snoball, Donut, Zinger, and Cupcake.

Chase frowned as Adam gave him Zinger to dry off. "You named them after Hostess cakes?"

"Yeah?"

"Why?" Bree asked, chuckling.

Adam shrugged. "'Cause I'm hungry."

• Sadly, Adam couldn't keep the puppies, even after telling his parents that he got them to give to his younger siblings. He was extremely down about it, so Tasha talked Donald into letting Adam help them find good homes for the pups.

To Tasha's surprise, her mom and dad decided to adopt one, namely, Cupcake. This made Adam happy, knowing that he can play with and walk Cupcake whenever they visit the Dooleys.

• while the three of them were hanging out, chatting and drinking one night, Tasha happened to mention a coworker who's going through a divorce. "If you guys ever divorce, who's getting the kids?" Douglas asked Tasha and Donald.

The two only stared at him.

"I mean, hypothetically," Douglas insisted.

No one says anything for a while, but when it was obvious Douglas was truly curious and wouldn't drop it, Donald replied with, "I don't know. Adam's almost 19, and Bree's turning 18 next month. We don't have to contest for the two of them. Chase will probably end up with me, and Leo will be with Tasha."

"Why are we even talking about this?" Tasha asked. "Donald and I have no plans of divorcing. At all."

"What happens to me?" Douglas asked Donald.

Donald shot him a baffled look. "Me. You're staying with me," he said. That should have been obvious. "You're my brother."

"Oh." Douglas sat on that information as he picked up some fries. Before washing it down with beer, he muttered, "That's sad."

Donald frowned at him.

"Can I still visit Leo?" Douglas asked Tasha with all seriousness.

Tasha blinked. "Sure?" She laughed, finding this all amusing. "Douglas. Your brother and I aren't divorced. We're not planning to. We're all staying together."

"So I can keep the kids."

"No, Donald and I keep the kids. You get to watch over them and make sure they're happy and safe."

"Like a third parent."

"Exactly."

"But I don't see why we can't just divide the kids. There's three of us, and there's four of them. There's enough for all of us!"

"Yeah, and what do you propose we do, Douglas? Divide one of the kids in three?" Donald asks. "How does that even make sense?"

"Look, we don't have to." He takes another swig of beer. "I can just take one. One of you can have two. Now, I know Chase is your favorite, so you can have him."

"Okay?"

"Now, I know Leo's yours and all," he tells Tasha, "but can't you just take Adam and Bree? Like, that's two, right? That's better than one. And Adam loves having you as a mom. Bree also likes having a mom. It's a win-win."

"Douglas, I'm not giving you my son," Tasha said.

"Why not?"

"I gave birth to him!"

Douglas frowns, sinking into his chair with defeat. "I don't see how that's fair," he muttered. "Just because men can't have babies..."

It dawned on Donald then that Douglas was on his third bottle. He was far from being absolutely slapped, but his questions and lines of thought should've been indicative of how buzzed he already was.

He sighed. "Look, you can take care of Leo..."

"I can?"

"Yes," Donald said as he carefully took the beer bottle away from him, "because you're his uncle. It'd be great if you show the same favoritism towards the other kids, though."

"Well, if all of them are my favorites, then I don't have any favorites."

True. It kinda annoyed Donald that his brother made sense and didn't at the same time. "Why don't we just stop here and get a ride home?" he offered amiably. He took out his phone and said, "It's too late to call the driver, so let's just take an Uber."

There was a pause. Then, "Honey."

"Yeah?"

"We're home." A grin was growing on Tasha's face. "We've never left the house."

Confused, Donald looked around him.

Behind him was the pool, the house. On top of their table, in the midst of all the food and snacks, was the vintage bottle of wine he said he'd been wanting to try.

It was almost empty.

Realizing what his older brother had realized, Douglas chuckled. "Chase is gonna have a rooooooough year," he said.

The grin on Tasha's face vanished when she rolled her eyes. "Again, Douglas: we're not divorced."

• Later on, in his mid-20s, Chase discovers that he has developed panic disorder due to his commando app (the activation of it on and off throughout the years has created a chemical imbalance in his brain). The first person he came to for help after the initial attacks? Tasha. She's the only one he trusts. He feels Donald would keep dismissing it like he did the first two times, and Douglas would try to solve it (which isn't really what he needs). Meanwhile, he feels Adam, Bree, and the EF team would just make fun of him.

Tasha helps Chase find the right therapist for him, which they do. Leo also becomes one of the first support systems for Chase since he, too, went through anxiety and depression when he was younger.

Chase finds comfort in them when days are tough, which brings them all closer together. (This leads to Chase's first slip of calling Tasha "mom." He apologized, but Tasha tells him she's okay with whatever he's comfortable with. So, soon enough, he just starts calling her Mom.)

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Since last night, I couldn't get the idea of giving to Sticks of parents in my AU out of my head

But first, let's remember the episode called "Unnamed Episode" from the second season, where we learn that Sticks has a great-grandfather named Jebediah, who once ruled Hedgehog Village (previously called Badgerville). But then the question arises. If Sticks has a great-grandfather, then who are her dad, mom, and grandparents? And I have come up with an answer to this question for my AU

We all know that Sticks is the only wild animal among all civilized villagers. In my AU, Sticks has parents who are divided into two types. Her father is a wild badger, and her mother is a civilization badger. Sticks's great-grandfather was also civilized, so he is considered the grandfather of Stick's mother on her father's side (you will soon find out why). Further down you can see dad, mom, grandfather and great-grandfather (in the original and color versions) of Sticks

1, 2) Sticks's father

3, 4) Sticks's mother

5, 6) Sticks's grandfather

7) Stick's great-grandfather from "Sonic Boom" from the episode "Unnamed Episode" of the second season

8) Sticks's great-grandfather in the color version

9) The hereditary colors of Sticks with her parents

Characters's biography: Tarzan was born in a wild forest in Hedgehog Village to his parents, who were also wild. When he became an adult, he began to live his own independent life until he met Jane and her father Archimedes. Tarzan and Jane initially did not get along with each other due to the fact that they were both the opposite between savagery and civilization. But they soon became a couple. Tarzan asked her why she and her father were here. Jane replied that her father Archimedes wanted to come here only to become the mayor of the village like his father Jebediah, who began to rule after he abandoned his wife and newborn son. But Tarzan said that he had heard that another mayor (who is the current one) now rules instead of him. When Jane got pregnant, she said she might not be able to cope because her mom Hannah died immediately after giving birth to her, but Tarzan said she would succeed. Archimedes unfortunately died in the eighth month of his daughter's pregnancy. The cause of his death was one of Eggman's father's robots (yes, you didn't expect it?). And Jane, too, unfortunately, repeated the fate of her mother. When she gave birth to Sticks, she told her husband to name her Sticks, and then died. Tarzan raised his daughter Sticks and taught her everything that wild badgers should be able to do. And even he told her everything about her mother (and in my AU, that's the reason Sticks knew her great-grandfather). But when Sticks became a teenager, Tarzan told her that she was now ready for an independent life and that he had to leave, but he promised her that he would see the responsibilities again. A few years later, when Sticks made friends (current ones) and married Knuckles and became pregnant with him, she was afraid that she would be the same as her mother during childbirth, but in the end she survived after giving birth to Alfida.

P.S. The names of Sticks's father, mother and grandfather are taken from the characters of the same name from the cartoon "Tarzan"

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Ignore if you don't want to read/can't stand it this stuff

First off all when I finally went to sleep two days ago suddenly my "dad" came in and told me "mom" is coming soon so I barely got 2h of sleep. Then ofc she just had to pretend she cares. She gave me some sweets for children's day (and bottle of advocaat mmmm yes children's day yum) honestly I'm surprised she bought stuff I like and not some random shit she thinks I like as always and wanted to take me and her husband's son out for pizza and to play tennis or something. Idk why. Maybe she thinks that after abusing me for my whole life she can make me forget about it if she gives me some gift and asks once in a while how I'm doing.

Then next day I stayed up writing and drawing too long again and when I wanted to go to sleep "dad" says my cat gave birth in shed at night. Yet another cat's birth I couldn't be at. I borrowed one of my catbeds to my "aunt" and since I didn't have anywhere to put them in I went out to my old house to collect it.

I walked dehydrated in sun, slightly sleep deprived with my whole body shaking and hurting a lot just to see her in outside (???) clothes and for her to say "she wanted to bring it but my dad hung up on her before she could say it" I pet all of her cats including the my own that ran away (idk if it's bc he's sick and wants to be in old house in case he's about to die or for no reason at all cats sometimes act odd). I went back and when we finally could move her inside.

She acted normal while in shed nursing both her kittens that were alive and seemingly healthy but when we moved her inside the house she didn't want to stay. She left kittens alone in catbed and was just standing at the door to let her out. "Dad" told me to just move her back to shed but I know it's probably a bad idea. There were flies flying around them (I didn't find any eggs or larvae on them thank fuck), rats and chickens have easy access here (I saw them chase adult cats, they didn't do anything yet but newborn kittens would be easy food for them if she left them unattended and I don't want to risk it happen), also chicken droppings, shed is generally not clean and previosuly mentioned flies. She also not a good mom and she should be watched while she's near kittens last time she squashed one of them with her own body and leaved them unattended. I'm surprised but glad that she at least cleans them. When I told him that we can't leave her there he just laughed at me and said he doen't care and they'll be fine. For some reason he favors one of my cats over the others even his own one, he spoils her, lets her do anything she wants even walking on the table but he shoos away and sometimes even yells at rest for wanting to lie on him or sit near the table and ask for food he's eating (not even actually stealing the food or trying to just them sitting there annoys him)

When I left her inside the house and finally went to sleep I slept for 9 FUCKING HOURS (it's bad for me to sleep long) I like half and hour before midnight I wanted to get up but I was lying in the same position the whole time so my leg was hurting too much for me to get up so I turned to other side for 3h. When I went to get breakfast (is it breakfast when it's almost 3am? idk) I saw that door was opened in room where I kept them. They weren't there. That fucking bastard probably moved to shed despite what I was saying before. I say probably since I can't even go and check on her. My body shakes and hurts too much for me, it's hard to get inside even when you're healthy, I don't want to risk falling down the stairs like I almost did multiple times in the past. I can't pet her or see if they're even in there bc of him.

I know I should get her spayed, I couldn't do it the first time bc it's really expensive no matter where I looked, luckily not long ago place where I live offers to cover half the price and I'll take her to get it done, I just need to talk with "mom's" husband so he can drive me there (it's pretty far to get by bus and I've never been there so I just know I'd get lost)

On top of that my friend leaves me on read despite her saying to write more, idk why I'm really worried about her. I hope her bf didn't somehow find out she ratted him out to me for being abusive asshole and just bc she's tired or wanted to write back later and forgot