I keep thinking about Yuna and David and how they thought, maybe Shane might be gay because they know him pretty well, and just all the innocent, ill-conceived, and hilarious ways they tried to hint at it before the Rozanov-Cottage-Ass-Grab Incident.
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David: Work had us do some inclusivity training today. It was pretty interesting.
Shane: That's cool, dad *doesn't know what that means, but never knows what anything related to his dad's work means*
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Yuna: That Anderson Cooper. He's such a cutie.
Shane: who?
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Yuna: You know, I hear the actor who plays Sheldon is gay.
Shane: Who? *but in an alarmed way because she said the word that should never be said*
Yuna: Big Bang Theory?
Shane: What?
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David: You know who has good music? That Lady Gaga.
Shane: Sure *can't name a number Lady Gaga song (though would recognize some if played to him)*
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Yuna, internally: Ok, i got this one.
Yuna: Did you hear Marie-Philip Poulin is dating Laura-
Shane: OMG, did you know... *proceeds to info dump all of Poulin's stats and awards and all the awesome goals he's ever seen her make*
When I came out as nonbinary to my dad, he asked if that meant I was trans. I said yes, it falls under the trans umbrella. Next time he made me a drink (juice I think), he made the cup itself blue, the lid gray, and the straw pink. He said it was the trans flag and that there wasn't a white lid so the light gray was the best he could do. I still think about that. Very supportive 👍
oh my god so my da got me a tommyjeans top for xmas as a way to be supportive about my transition ("its the kind of thing i wore when i was your age 😊") and i wore it while visiting my ma and she was absolutely disgusted saying "im totally fine with you being a man now but you are NOT dressing like your father" so i said ok how do you want me to dress and she thought abt it for a bit then said "...do you remember the cat from red dwarf?"
Can you please do a drawing where Rage Frida is taking down some bad guys while Mona and Raph are being proud parents and the uncles were shock yet horrified at seeing their little niece beating up those bad guys?
Frida belongs to the lovely @fabuloustrash05
In this scenario young Frida is no fan of bounty hunter bullies. Enjoy!
imagine wife reader getting jealous when her and jiaoqiu dan heng and avens 2 years old old daughter says dada before mama
First Words, Forever Bonds
Tags: Jiaoqiu x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Female/Wife!Reader, Family, Parenting, Jealousy, First Words, Love and Affection, Emotional Growth, Supportive Partners, Tender Moments, Quiet Reflection.
Warnings: Emotional themes (jealousy, self-doubt), Mild tension in relationship dynamics, Mild angst (resolved with reassurance).
It was a moment you had been waiting for—one you had dreamed about since the day you found out you were pregnant with your little girl. You and Jiaoqiu had created a life together, nurtured it, and now, as the days passed, the excitement of witnessing her first word filled you both with joy.
The morning was calm, with the sun gently spilling through the windows of your shared home. You held your daughter in your arms, softly rocking her as Jiaoqiu prepared breakfast in the kitchen. His usual smile was absent today, replaced by a soft but distant expression as he worked. You could tell something was weighing on his mind, but you didn't press him on it; you were focused on the tender moment before you.
"Say mama," you cooed, pressing a kiss to your daughter's forehead. She giggled, her little hands grabbing at your face as you smiled at her, but she remained silent.
"Say mama," you repeated, your voice filled with hope. This was your moment, the one where she'd finally say the word you longed to hear.
Jiaoqiu paused from the kitchen, turning his head toward you with a warm, silent smile, despite the sadness in his eyes. He never voiced it, but you knew the emotional burden he carried. The heartbreak, the self-doubt, the internal scars he tried to hide behind his gentle and strategic nature.
Your daughter’s giggle grew louder, her tiny mouth opening and closing as she tried to mimic sounds. But what happened next caught you by surprise.
"Dada," she said clearly, her voice soft and innocent, but there was no mistaking it. The word she spoke was not what you had expected. Not "mama."
You froze, a strange, sharp feeling in your chest. The room felt suddenly heavy, and you swallowed thickly. You tried to smile, tried to reassure yourself, but there was a small knot forming in your stomach. The jealousy was unbidden, unexpected. Why had she said "Dada"? Was it because of Jiaoqiu's ever-present warmth or his ability to always make others feel seen, even when he didn’t fully see himself?
You turned to glance at him. He was still watching you both, a gentle smile on his lips as he seemed completely content with the situation. But there was something in the way he held his hand over his heart—a subtle, tender gesture that told you more than words ever could.
"You heard that, Jiaoqiu?" you asked, your voice soft, your tone catching just slightly.
His face softened, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, though he quickly concealed it behind a slight tilt of his head. "I did," he replied gently, stepping toward you both. He reached out with his hands, carefully adjusting his grip on the counter before slowly making his way over to you. Though his movements were cautious due to his blindness, the tenderness in his actions never wavered. His attention to your daughter remained unwavering as he reached out to her, his face lighting up with pride and joy at her development.
You bit your lip. You didn't want to show it. You didn't want to admit it. But the sting of jealousy, of that slight pain in your chest, was there. And you couldn’t shake it.
Jiaoqiu reached out, his hand grazing the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek as she beamed up at him. He didn’t need to see her face to know she was proud of herself. He didn’t need his vision to feel the bond between them grow, stronger than ever.
"I guess she’s growing up," you murmured, your heart both aching and swelling with love. You wished you could feel only the joy of the moment, but your emotions were tangled—so deeply tangled in a way you had never expected.
Jiaoqiu leaned down and pressed a kiss to your daughter’s forehead, a soft breath escaping him. He straightened slowly, his lips brushing your cheek in a loving, silent gesture. "It’s a good sign," he whispered, as if reading your mind. "She said ‘Dada,’ but that doesn’t mean she loves you any less."
You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. Jiaoqiu always knew what to say, even when you couldn’t express it yourself.
But in that moment, you realized that it didn’t matter. Your daughter had spoken her first word, and it was a word that bonded her even more to both of you. There was no need to compete for love—there was plenty to go around, and you were all wrapped in the warmth of it.
"Maybe next time she’ll say ‘Mama,’" you smiled softly, your jealousy fading away as you held your daughter closer to your chest.
Jiaoqiu smiled too, a quiet promise in his eyes. "I’m sure of it."
The soft morning light streamed through the windows of the Astral Express, casting long shadows on the polished floors. The train was peaceful today, a rare moment of calm amidst the usual hustle and bustle. Dan Heng stood near the cockpit, keeping watch over the crew’s safety, his stoic demeanor as steadfast as ever.
You were sitting with your daughter, the two of you in the lounge area, quietly playing with her toys. She was sitting in front of you, giggling and reaching for the blocks you had set up in a tower. You smiled down at her, a tenderness in your gaze. She was growing fast, and every day brought new surprises.
"Say mama," you whispered, holding up a small doll in front of her. Your heart swelled with affection. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever—the day your daughter would say her first word.
But she only stared at the doll, blinking with wide eyes as her tiny hands fumbled to grab it.
You repeated the words again, this time more softly, coaxing her with your gentle voice. "Mama."
"Say mama."
From the corner of your eye, you saw Dan Heng enter the room, his presence a quiet one. He always seemed to slip in unnoticed, a shadow in the background, observing everything around him with his usual reserved expression.
Your daughter seemed to notice him then, her eyes lighting up. She reached out to him, a bright, innocent smile on her face.
"Dada," she said, her tiny voice clear and sweet.
The word echoed in your mind, the small knot in your stomach tightening as you heard it. "Dada," she repeated, beaming at Dan Heng.
You froze, momentarily stunned. Your heart skipped a beat. Was it jealousy? Perhaps. There it was, a fleeting sting of something you hadn’t expected. She had said "Dada" first, not "Mama."
Dan Heng smiled gently, his hand reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair from his face as he crouched beside your daughter. He placed a hand on her tiny back and softly spoke to her. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice calm and warm as ever.
You didn’t move for a moment, just watching him interact with your daughter. There was a sense of pride and joy in the way he looked at her, but something deeper—more unspoken—lingered beneath his gaze. His silent appreciation for this simple moment of bonding, for the preciousness of life that he often kept hidden under the weight of his duties, was palpable.
You forced a smile, the jealousy still lingering but melting away as you realized how deeply Dan Heng cherished both of you, how precious these moments were.
You leaned down to your daughter, brushing a kiss to her cheek. "Next time, you’ll say ‘Mama,’ won’t you?" you whispered, though your voice was soft and teasing.
Dan Heng turned to you then, his expression unreadable but his eyes softening with that quiet affection he never fully expressed. "She’ll say ‘Mama’ when she’s ready," he replied, his voice as steady as ever.
You let out a small sigh, your jealousy dissipating. You knew it was a fleeting feeling, one that was more about your own insecurities than anything else. You leaned into the moment, feeling Dan Heng’s reassuring presence next to you. Your daughter’s first words—though a small part of you wished for "Mama"—were a symbol of her growing bond with both of you, and you cherished that more than anything.
"Well," you said softly, "at least she’s saying something."
Dan Heng smiled, a rare, quiet expression that held so much meaning in it. "And that’s enough."
The soft morning light filtered through the windows of your shared quarters, casting a warm glow over the room. You sat on the plush carpet with your daughter in your arms, her soft giggles filling the air as she reached for the colorful blocks scattered before her. You smiled down at her, your heart swelling with affection. She was growing so quickly, each day bringing new milestones, and today… today was the day you had been waiting for.
"Say mama," you cooed, your voice filled with gentle excitement as you cupped your daughter's small hands in yours. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to her forehead, trying to coax the word from her little mouth. It was the word you had dreamed of hearing since the moment you knew you were pregnant with her. Mama.
You glanced over to Aventurine, standing near the window with his ever-present, enigmatic smile. His eyes, as always, held a depth of mystery. Yet today, something seemed slightly different in his posture, a quiet tension lingering in the air. Despite that, you knew that he too was watching the scene unfold, just as eager as you to hear their first words.
"Say mama, sweetie," you whispered again, your voice filled with anticipation.
Your daughter looked up at you, her bright eyes sparkling as her tiny fingers grabbed at the air, but she didn't respond. She seemed too distracted by the blocks before her, her chubby hands fumbling to stack them.
Aventurine's expression softened as he leaned against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving you or your daughter. He was patient, always patient, but today, a subtle change in his demeanor caught your attention.
And then, it happened.
"Dada," your daughter said clearly, her voice soft and innocent, but unmistakably distinct.
You froze, your heart fluttering in your chest. Dada. It wasn’t mama. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the room seemed to close in on you. A strange feeling gripped your chest, a bitter sting you hadn't expected.
Aventurine’s smile widened as he took a step toward the two of you. "Dada," your daughter repeated, her face lighting up at the sight of him. He knelt down in front of her, his hand reaching for her small back, the love and tenderness in his touch evident.
"Well, look at that," Aventurine murmured, his voice smooth and velvety, tinged with pride. "My little strategist is already learning how to win the game."
He turned to look at you, that familiar smile still on his lips, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. He tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for your reaction.
A strange, unbidden jealousy surged within you. You hadn't expected it—of course, your daughter would say "Dada" at some point, but the timing… the emotional weight of that moment hit you harder than you'd anticipated.
You smiled weakly, trying to mask the feeling, but it lingered, a knot twisting inside you. Why didn’t she say mama first?
Aventurine seemed to sense the change in the air, his ever-sharp instincts picking up on the subtle shift in your emotions. He straightened, turning slightly to give you a sidelong glance. "You know, it’s a good thing, darling," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of something sincere. "It means she’s growing up. And that’s always a reason to celebrate."
His words, usually so carefully measured, seemed more genuine than usual, and it made your heart ache a little.
Still, the jealousy gnawed at you, unrelenting. "I suppose," you murmured, your eyes trained on your daughter as she reached for Aventurine’s face, babbling happily in a language only he seemed to understand.
Aventurine didn’t miss a beat. "Is it really a bad thing, though?" He was standing now, a few steps closer to you. He reached out, gently touching your arm in that subtle way that always seemed to bring you a sense of calm. "Does it matter if she said 'Dada' first? What matters is that she’s happy. That she’s learning. That she’s surrounded by love. And that, my dear, is more than enough."
You took a deep breath, feeling the sting of jealousy melt away under the weight of his words. There was truth in them, of course. Your daughter loved you both equally, even if her first word wasn’t what you had hoped for.
"I suppose you’re right," you said with a soft sigh, leaning in to kiss your daughter’s cheek. She giggled in response, reaching up to tug at your hair playfully.
Aventurine’s smile softened as he knelt beside you both, brushing a hand through your daughter’s hair. "Next time, maybe she’ll say Mama," he said quietly, his gaze meeting yours, his voice filled with quiet understanding.
You chuckled, the knot in your chest completely unraveling now. "Maybe," you whispered, the jealousy long forgotten. "But for now, Dada will do."
Aventurine leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead, his usual charm tempered with a rare sincerity. "You’ll always be Mama to her," he murmured. "And that, my love, is something no first word can take away."
With a final lingering smile, he looked down at your daughter, his eyes gleaming with love. Your heart swelled, feeling the bond between the three of you grow even stronger, in ways that words, even those spoken first, couldn’t express.
"Next time," he said with a teasing grin, "we’ll make sure she says both, won’t we?"
You laughed softly, the tension in the air dissipating entirely. "Deal."
And with that, you both sat back, content in the quiet joy of your little family—Dada and Mama, equally loved, equally needed.
I kinda nonchalantly mention things around my mother and post about things on my facebook about my identity because when I came out to her as trans 8 years ago, she reacted horribly. Let this post remind you that things do get better :)
