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#my first reader fic for this blog!! i dont usually write these but heyy always good to do smthn diff
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Dot comforting the viewer/reader the way she did with Nora Rita's daughter in the cinceñera episode from S2?
I sighed, holding my head in my hands. Today had been a total disaster, and on my birthday no less! I thought bad things happening on your birthday were things that only happened in dramatic sitcoms or faked reality shows, but with my ruined cake and birthday presents destroyed, I found out the harsh truth. 
“Ahemm.” I could hear a small voice clearing their throat behind me, and willing myself to not look totally pathetic to whoever it was, I slowly turned my head around. Behind me was who seemed to be the youngest of the sibling trio, sporting a yellow flower that tied her floppy ears together and a simple pink skirt. “Not enjoying the party so much, are you??” 
“You could say that…” I murmured, shifting in place a bit. It was pretty obvious, one didn’t need to be a party expert to be able to tell that this party was utterly doomed. “Who are you, anyways?”
“Why, I’m the warner sister!” She’d exclaimed, holding out her skirt and giving a little twirl. “Aka Dot Warner, aka Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third, aka your favorite Warner sibling!” 
I raised my eyebrows a bit, the Princess Angelina… Bo Fanna… well, that set of names caught me off guard. Despite my still prominent sadness, a soft giggle did escape me. 
“What about your name?” She’d ask me then, taking a seat next to me. 
“Y/N.” I replied after a second. I couldn’t explain it, but something about Dot made her seem easy to talk to. A sad smile stayed on my lips, as I brushed back my H/C hair, and after a short pause, added: “aka the owner of this sad excuse for a birthday party.” 
Dot frowned at that, before a comforting smile reappeared back onto her. I could feel a gloved hand touch my shoulder gently, realizing she had placed hers there. 
“You know, you’re not the first person I’ve met that had a disastrous party. I thought she was nothing but a stuck-up brat, but it turned out she was just upset because the one thing missing from her party to make it perfect wasn’t able to make it.” 
There was a moment of silence. “I know exactly how she feels, then. My parents were supposed to be here to celebrate with me, but they’re once again too busy with work to pay attention to their own kid. I got so upset thinking about it that I took it out on the poor birthday cake. I feel like such a loser.” 
I’d gesture to the mess of what was once a birthday cake, ruined by my own hands. 
“Yeesh.” I could hear her say, sucking in through her teeth. I groaned, burying my head in my hands and wanting to disappear. I didn’t even notice the similar looking puppy-cat-rabbit wearing a backwards red cap and blue sweater devouring the dessert. 
“Listen, Y/N, if your parents can’t find a way to make time for their child especially on their birthday, then they’re the biggest losers in this whole situation. They don’t deserve someone as amazing as you, and I’m sure we can turn this party around.” 
I sniffled, peeking through my fingers and glancing over at Dot. “How? The night’s pretty much over, and everything is a mess. I’m a mess!” 
“Maybe, but messes never stopped me before. I mean, meet my brothers and you’ll see what I mean.” 
I laughed, finally uncovering my face. The weight on my chest was barely noticeable by that point, and it was all thanks to her. 
“Come on, let’s make this right. We’ll rebake a cake, max out your Mom’s credit card that she probably left behind and is freaking out about at the mall, you know… all the good things.” 
I couldn’t help it. I pulled her into a hug, embracing her. I felt a sense of relief when after some time, she hugged me back. I closed my eyes, my lips pulled upwards in what felt like a permanent smile. 
“Don’t worry about it too much, Y/N.” She’d reassure me, her hands massaging from my shoulders down to my back in comfort. 
“Thanks, Dot. Maybe this party won’t be so bad after all.”
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