That Random Book of AUs

I was tagged, I guess?

Um, a raccoon (fallingunDawn) just tagged me. . . I don't really know how that works or if they could tag me there (I thought only the person who answered could tag) but well. . . Here we go.

Describe yourself as if you were a fanfic character.

"Big brother! I need help!"

The teenage boy turned to his younger sister, making a silent signal for her to low her tone as he held a sleeping baby in his arms. He quietly spoke: "What do you need?"

"Homework," the little girl replied. "I need help with the cross and the line thing."

The boy raised an eyebrow, confused. "Wait, is it maths?"

"I don't know, I have to put a one, a cross, and then another one."

He chuckled. "Okay, sis, let me just put our other sister to sleep, okay?"

The little girl nod and ran out. The boy sighed and went to the baby's room, which was the same one as his mother's. He put the baby on the bed and glanced at the mirror, getting a slight fright at seeing his messy hair and the drool near his mouth, his sister's vomit on his shirt. Luckily, it was an old one.

He always wanted to be a big brother, even if he already was part of a triplet trio of chaotic kids. Sure, he was the most responsible and calm one out of the three, but that didn't take him out of the troublemaking kids. Another thing he was for sure: protective; but he wouldn't dare throw a punch, no, he knew better than that. His mom educated him well, he was afraid of physical fights, but not verbal fights. Too nice, too polite.

The young man had two twins, yet he was the only one to be around and take care of the younger sisters. Why? It's complicated, but to make it short, divorce and family separation. Sigh, he missed them.

Now he spends his time either reading, studying, cooking, cleaning, or taking care of his sisters. One was six, the other one is almost two years old. They're both adorable, but the older one was a bit too energetic.

Next time, he'd be a bit more careful for what he wished for.

He went after his other sister after settling up the baby and sat down next to her on the little bed, helping the girl with her maths homework. The phone buzzed on his pocket, he pulled it out to see his mother's phone number. He picked it up.

"Hey mom,"

"Hi, sonny. I'm really sorry I'm not home yet, things are not really easy here at work."

The boy smiled. "It's fine mom."

"But as a reward for taking care of your sisters, I'll get us pizza! How about that?"

"Sounds nice," he replied. "Work well."

"Take care, my boy."

She hanged up the phone.

It wasn't the easiest life, neither something the boy had ever expected. But he knew one thing for sure. He lived a good life, in its own way.

A loud crash was heard, his sister dropped a glass.

"Ops!"

A sound of crying followed a moment after. The boy sighed.

"Here we go again."

Do you have rituals before/during/after you write?

Read. Anything around me with good or bad plot, with or without anything to do with the story I came up with, reading always helps me create new and based off ideas. The ideas form in my head by learning about people, hearing stories, my main ideas come to me during Literature or History Class, or when I'm talking to Dawn and they bring up the random stuff they found (from mythology, folklore, fables, he diggs the unbelievable—) and it all comes together. Honestly, half of what I have in my head is not even in here, and it's thanks to someone's help with knowledge/curiosities/information.