Hi I was wondering if you could maybe write a fic where the reader is Tarlos child and he comes out as a trans boy?
Word Count: 898
Warning: She pronouns for reader at beginning as well as deadname (D/N), emotional - but in a happy, relieved sort of way.
(D/N) is deadname, I didn't want to just put in a random name, but yeah aha
“Hey sweetheart,” TK chimed as you walked through the door, “How was school?”
“It was alright,” You said with a shrug, placing your bag by the door and taking your shoes off. “Where’s papá?”
“Work, he gets off his shift in an hour,” TK answered, you nodded, sitting at the kitchen table as your dad stood at the fridge, scanning for ingredients for dinner. “Are you fancying anything in particular?”
“Nope,” You answer shortly. You had told your closest friend, Jessica that you were transgender, also giving her your new name. She had smiled, given you a hug and told you that she would beat anyone up if they said anything even remotely negative. Then, during your next lesson, you peered over her shoulder curiously - looking at her phone - only to see her researching how to be a supportive friend to a transgender individual. After you had told her, you decided that you were going to tell your parents tonight too. That way, everyone near and dear to you (minus extended family) was aware of it.
“Are you okay?” TK asked, turning to you with a concerned gaze.
“I’m fine,” You answer, giving a tight smile. You knew he knew you were lying - it was obvious. Your dad sighed, sitting down opposite you.
“You can talk to us about anything,” He said, honestly.
“I know,” You said. You did, you knew you could talk to them about anything and they would be the most open-minded, supportive parents. But there was something about actually having to tell them something like this, something that was so important that caused you to be so nervous. You felt sick.
“Alright, well, whenever you’re ready, I’m here to listen - and so is your father,”
You sat at the kitchen table, making small talk with TK whilst waiting for Carlos to get home. A lot of the time, their shifts lined up, but there were a few that didn’t. Your dads didn’t want you being at home on your own for hours. So where they could, they made sure that they were home with you. But if they couldn’t be, more often than not, you would end up either at the fire station or police station, doing your homework and laughing with their co-workers.
Carlos walked in, greeting as he did so. He walked in, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and giving TK a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” TK said, Carlos nodded, turning to you.
“How was school?”
“Fine,” You answered, you had planned to tell them over dinner. Now that dinner was nearly ready, the nerves in your stomach had tripled. “I’m going to go wash up before dinner,” Your dads nodded before you stood up, grabbed your homework and made your way up the stairs to your bedroom.
You dumped your stuff on your bed before going to the bathroom and attempted to calm down.
“Is (D/N) okay?” Carlos asked, eyebrows drawn together in a frown.
“I don’t know,” TK answered with a sigh, “She’s been acting like this since she got home,”
Ten minutes later, the three of you sat around the table, eating. ‘Anytime now, (Y/N)’ you thought to yourself.
“I need to talk to you both about something,” You blurted, refraining your eyes from widening - you hadn’t meant to blurt it so soon after that thought. You had aimed to procrastinate for at least a few minutes. “It’s important,”
“Are you pregnant?” TK asked. “We’d fully support you if you are-”
“What? No! Gross, ugh,” You exclaimed quickly, covering your face in embarrassment. You swore you heard Carlos mumble ‘oh thank god’ under his breath, but you couldn’t be too sure.
“What is it you wanted to talk about then?” Carlos asked.
“I’m transgender,” You said. The table was silent for a moment as they both processed the information. You looked at them both unsure for a second before you saw that they weren’t angry or disappointed, but surprised and happy for you.
“What pronouns would you like to use?” TK asked, you turned to your dad with a smile.
“He/Him,”
“Do you have a name in mind?” It was Carlos that spoke this time. Both of your parents smiled when you answered without hesitation.
“(Y/N),”
“It’s nice,” TK commented.
“It suits you,” Carlos grinned. “If you want, we can get your hair cut tomorrow and maybe some new clothes?”
TK nodded along, turning to Carlos, “That’s a good idea,” He said before looking back at you, “We could talk to the school and get everything sorted out there if you wanted also. And change your name legally if that’s something you’d want,”
You nodded enthusiastically to all of the suggestions, eyes watering with relief. Carlos furrowed his eyebrows, putting his cutlery down and making his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you, when he noticed the tears in your eyes, “What’s wrong, Mijo?”
“I just-” You cut yourself off with a sniff, “I built it up in my head so much and I know you’d never hate me - but my mind got the better of me and-” You shrugged slightly, unsure how to finish the sentence. Carlos rubbed your back softly.
“We will always back you up,” He reassured softly, TK nodded in agreement as he walked over to join the embrace.
“No matter what,”
