#otraeger

[theparkslady-blog]

STARTER CALL ; OLIVER TRAGER​.

                ‘ OLIVER        my favorite son from the cuterus uterus I know. ’

[theauditorguy-blog]

“I didn’t mean to do that.”

[everybodys-grandma-blog]

chaosandblueeyes came for a visit

mirceatheyounger came for a visit

otraeger came for a visit

theyoungergraham came for a visit

“Come in, come in! I just start cooking!”

[literallyxleslie-blog]

thinks she could kill you but is actually just a cinnamon roll.

[literallyxleslie-blog]

Oliver using the "oldest gets shotgun and shotgun gets the radio" whenever only one parent is in the car. Until he has his own and goes to change the station, but Leslie (who has automatic front seat in his car) stops him because "shotgun gets the radio".

[ofwafflesandwesteros-blog]

otraeger replied to your post:

// taking the bait because this is the cutest oh my god.

Good. Yes. Do that. Also, I am a complete nerd and totally want their daughter to be named Daenerys. Daenerys Traeger. Which will be shortened to Dany or Dani in her everyday life.

[ofwafflesandwesteros-blog]

👣 //(just dropping this here byeee)

Thirteen hours. She had just spent the last thirteen hours trying to expel a miniature human from parts that nothing even REMOTELY humanoid should be coming from. (And people wondered WHY she continually had ‘John Hurt’ dreams all through her pregnancy). She was tired, she was sore, and she was fairly certain she looked like shit. But she didn’t care.

One look. All it had taken was one look at the child in her arms – their child – and she was totally sold. All those months of discomfort, all those hours of labor, every swollen ankle, every agonizing contraction…it was all worth it. 

Holding the baby (which really, looked more like a little pink burrito) close to her chest, she watched in fascination as her daughter yawned. How could anything so little and so perfect be theirs?

“Oliver…” Though her words were directed at the man beside the bed, her eyes never left the infant. “Come here. Come meet your daughter.”

[literallyxleslie-blog]

☎☂✣ ☯ //(whichever if just one (I can't decide??))

☎ hugging them

The moment Oliver’s arms are around her, she begins to calm. Already she’s fighting to stop the crying – to get control of the hiccuped sobs that had been wracking her body a few moments before. Curling against her brother, she rests her head on his chest and works to just breathe. In…out….in….out….

It’s a slow process, but eventually she’ll get there.

☂ picking them up

“Oliver! Oliver, stop! Stoooooop. Put me down. Right now.” Though, really, Leslie’s protests would have probably been more effective were she not giggling all through them.

“Where are we even going?”

✣ bringing them food

“What’s this?” With a curious sort of frown, Leslie stares at the box Oliver placed in her lap. Though, to be fair, it does say Tommy’s Bistro on the front. Opening it up, she all but squeals as she looks inside. “Is this…? Is Tom making gluten free pizza???? Oh my god!”

☯ coming home late

She waits, waits for him to be completely inside the house (door shut and locked) and creeping towards the stairs, before she turns on the lamp beside her chair. “Well well well…what’s this? Are you…two hours past curfew?”

There’s a smug sort of smile on her lips; the kind that can only be perfected by a little sister. Stroking the large, stuffed white cat in her lap (and yes, it is a stuffed white cat, leave her alone), she looks from her brother towards the stairs. All it would take is one scream. One ‘DAD’ and her parents would be down there almost instantly. But then, what sort of sister would she be if she did that?

“Of course, I am willing to forget I ever saw you. Provided you tell me everything…” Cause please. Like she didn’t know he had been with Sonia.