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percontaion-points · 9 months ago

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Delicious Monsters chapters 5 & 6

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Chapter 5

Now it was just the thing that sold me out—my accounts giving Tara everything she needed to expose me as the underage one of their group.

To expose you… Or to expose the literal child groomer?

But when Grandma saw [the 5th grade graduation award] and found out she hadn’t been invited to the [5th grade graduation] ceremony, she burst into tears.

I’m not even sorry about saying this, but being invited to the child’s important events is for family members who actually give a shit about the child.

I would be leaving behind memories of places I’d walked with Noah, laughed with Noah, slept with Noah. If I left, what would happen to them?

Babygirl, listen to me: Noah ghosted you after you accidentally let slip that you were still in high school. He ran because he knows that what he’s doing is wrong. He found a new girl to con and manipulate and groom.

Why are you holding onto those memories? Why do you want to?

He’s literally a guy. Hit him with your car!

“Why am I deciding?” I didn’t usually push back, but this felt too big. “You’re the one with a job.”

You’re the one who wanted this. Who planned for it. Meticulously. Feverishly. Obsessively.

Except I wanted it too. Of course I did. Freedom was a single “yes” away. So why couldn’t I just say it?

Mom took in a deep breath before settling back into that stillness. Her eyes met mine across the room. Perfect matches. The same too-light-to-be-black-andtoo-dark-to-be-plain-brown shade. Eyes that would get lost in the night and found as it turned to day. “Because I can’t be impartial. Besides, this only works if you want it to work. You need to keep everything under control.”

Why does this feel like a trap?

I didn’t know if I wanted that or not. Besides, this only works if you want it to work.

Chapter 5 summary: As Daisy cleans up the mess she made of the bathroom, she thinks about… Well, it’s not exactly abuse-abuse, but it’s obviously not good for the child. The parentification that she’s been forced to do, because her mother is emotionally immature.

When she gets out of the bathroom, her mom forces her to take a call from her dad. After having hung up on her daughter, grandma called Daisy’s father. He tells her not to go, but then doesn’t bother to explain why. Or at least, Daisy tunes out his lecture, so the reader never actually finds out. Dad is a deadbeat. He spent the first four years of Daisy’s life not in it. Then he spent two years with forgettable meetings before dipping out again, and only calling every so often.

Once she hung up, Daisy went to her mother, who explains about this house. It belongs to dearly departed Uncle Peter, who was married to the mother’s sister. Grandma is upset because the house should go to Aunt Dione. But they’re divorced, and nobody in the family actually talks about Dione anymore. Peter wanted Daisy and her mother to have it instead.

Daisy is hesitant to leave the city behind… As mentioned, because of her memories of her toxic relationship with Noah. I still don’t know why she cares so much about a guy that ghosted her and moved on.

However, Daisy is somehow hesitant to agree. The entire thing seems like some sort of trap, but I need more info about what’s going on.

Chapter 6

Right. Mom’s study sessions. Evenings where I couldn’t hang out with Megan or her friends and instead had to spend a night with Mom. Learning. Her trying to form me into that picture of perfection that I could never fit. Shoving square-pegged me into a round hole. It was just as painful as it sounded.

It was easier to lie and call them “study sessions” than to say what really happened on those nights.

I’m going to go out on a limb now and call it for what it is: abuse.

“What did your dad say?”

“He said that he would prefer I not go.”

“Because it would interrupt school?”

I shrugged. “He didn’t give a reason.”

I’m not even sorry for saying this, but you can’t say shit like that and then refuse to give an actual reason.

Daisy is 17, not 7. She’s old enough to be told the reasons. Even if it’s about her mother being fucking terrible.

“We really just shouldn’t have hung out. Tara was pissed at me about you being so young, and she was right.”

What? Tara was right? We shouldn’t have hung out? What did “hung out” mean? We were dating.

“But you always said that age didn’t matter.” The words ran out of my mouth. Timid. Meek. Like a soft piece of shit. I hated myself for saying them.

Noah shrugged. “It’s just like, it’s a big chore. I know you’re mature for your age. I really do, Daze, but other people don’t get it.”

HE’S ONLY UPSET THAT HE GOT CAUGHT BEING A PAEDOPHILE AND GROOMER.

I would just be a girl with a little fro. I wanted to be free. And for that, I would need the house.

Chapter 6 summary: Later, Daisy meets up with her only friend, Megan, who is the daughter of wealthy Korean immigrants. Megan peppers her with questions that Daisy isn’t ready to answer.

After leaving her friend, Daisy lies in wait for Noah to come home. He feeds her all of this BS about how inappropriate that them “hanging out” was. I’ve said what I’ve said about that. He also insists that his new white girlfriend is over 18, but Daisy doesn’t know if it’s in the same context that Daisy also claimed to be over 18, too. I don’t think it matters much in the long run, however.

Since her relationship with Noah is now officially over, Daisy goes to eat schnitzel and try not to cry. Because crying only attracts the dead. (I’m still waiting for the payoff about her being able to see the dead, rather than a bizarre footnote that adds nothing to the plot.)

#delicious monsters #bookblr #book review

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ataraxianne · 7 months ago

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Blitzø showed two different sides of his fragility in that scene

At first he was begging to keep the book because he was thinking about his job - but rather than for business reason it was probably for self-worth and relationship. His job may grant him money (to provide also for his daughter) but it also helps him in keeping up the friendship with Millie and Moxxie. He is so traumatised and hates himself so much that he believes that no one would ever stay with him just because they like him - there's nothing likebale about him - so every time he establishes a new relationship there is a sort of contract with it: Loona is legally bound to him because he adopted her and M&M need of course incomes so (he thinks) they're forced to put up with his bullshit not because they care about him or because they like him but because they work for him. Losing the book would mean losing his job and, even if he is proud of it (as we saw in The Harvest Moon Festival) and this certainly helps his - very fragile - self-esteem, it is still and most importantly a way to keep the most important connections/relationships he currently have in his life still intact (again, because he doesn't think they would stick around if he couldn't give something they need in return)

But when Stolas explains to him that the stone is a substitute for the Grimoire and that he could still keep up his business without being forced to see him again, Blitzø returns anyway to the book because, AGAIN, it is another contract that he has, this time with Stolas. He might not/never want to admit it (or rather, he's not ready to do it) but he likes having Stolas in his life; he couldn't wait to see him again; he focuses "on the sexy stuff instead" because he can't bear thinking about his feelings, sure that no one (ESPECIALLY Stolas) might share them, might want him. So even if he has ALREADY been given the substitute for the Grimoire that already granted him access to the human world, he tried to renounce it, tried getting the book back, to have their arrangement still on - because there's no way Stolas would want him/to see him, BUT if Blitzø has something Stolas needs he would be FORCED to see him

Blitzø feels like he is the expandle one in everyone else's lives, that no one would ever choose to stay with him, would ever choose him - SO, he makes himself necessary in people's lives, offers something that he knows people need so to keep them close and bounded to him. So that if one day they may not want to stay with him anymore they would still be forced to in order not to lose something they need (their home/their job/their Grimoire)

I mean, after all his own father didn't want him - Cash would abuse him, belittle him, literally sold him - despite Blitzø being his flesh and blood. If not even blood ties mean anything and his own family would rather desert him (Barbie doesn't want to see him anymore and probably hasn't for a while + he thought Fizz too didn't want to have nothing else to do with him and blamed him for everything), the only way to keep people in his life might be basically taking hostage something they need and that only him could grant them

Blitz is going to be the death of me.

Right before the crystal, when he thinks that Stolas is really breaking up with him, he straight up begs.

"Stolas, please, I need this book. Please."

Uh huh the book . . .

"I need this book, Stolas. I will do anything.

Looking down (maybe telling himself, "I knew this was coming eventually") and then looking up, trying not to cry.

Despite . . . his everything here, I'm pretty scared that half the audience will think this is really about the book, and I'm not ready for the bad takes yet.

#my poor sad traumatised baby #i love him too much #helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #blitzø #vivienne medrano #vivziepop #stolas #stolitzø #helluva boss millie #helluva boss loona #helluva boss moxxie

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firespirited · 2 years ago

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Today's film was a very buggy (due to my computer having little ram) low res version of Black Mirror s06e04 Mazey Day. I have chosen to not watch any Black Mirror so far. I don't like bummer endings, don't like dystopias,

Charlie Brooker aka mr Huq has fantastic taste in women but a bleak view of humanity. I can handle it in his real life commentary on the real life media which needs exposing as vultures but getting attached then having characters live in your mind is something else.

Anyway someone said "this is very different to black mirror, it's not even about tech". And the name Mazey Day is a reference to an old english (read pagan) celebration. It was dark and a bummer. But I did enjoy the story which will haunt me for a long while. It's set in an era where I had gone off the grid for entertainment news including all talk radio or variety shows: the things late night hosts asked of women celebs were just awful (seriously go look at early aughts interviews), not to mention the gossip rags. Horrible time to be even white skinny toned beautiful and talented, it was never enough and literal bombshells were riddled with "imperfections"...

I found out about Britney via mainstream news and thought her shaving her head was a badass reclaiming of personhood in front of all those news crews. Then instead of giving her space, they got her sectioned.

Anyway well acted, horribly lit, good build of dread, you think you know this story but it's a morality play.

Then I read Beyond Uhura as the computer was starting to really struggle and I'd been meaning to try it for a while.

You see it's printed really big (very heavy for a 300 page book) so once I managed to get myself in a position where my neck was safe and arms weren't carrying the book (lots of pillow and duvet finagling and a winter shawl for the neck), I was actually able to read it in one go.

Even without the neck problems, with smaller print I get about 100 pages before it's just grey blobs or I get dizzy-nauseated from eye strain. That's on the days when reading isn't repeating the same sentence, parsing a paragraph as illegible, reading the words but when it arrives at the brain it seems to make no sense, missing a vital ' not' or 'never' and then not understanding the next sentences...

Guess the answer is stick to old people prints and short books 😜

I really enjoyed getting to know the actress and consumate performer better. Really touched about her mum finally opening up and them becoming mother and daughter on an emotional level not just practical care for eachother. It was a missing piece in her life she'd learned to live without but still craved and she finally got that. Just beautiful.

I feel like she managed to carefully compartmentalise her conflicted feelings about Gene Roddenberry, maybe a little too much. Just because she managed to reinvent herself with her other talents doesn't make his choice to deny her a rare chance at job security incredibly cruel.

She certainly managed to present her constant disappointment at being undermined and undervalued as amorphous 'bad suits' when I'm pretty sure women with her savvy have receipts and remember names - I guess that's why her lawyer gets a shoutout in the beginning.

It is a kind book which takes time to say what Bill Shatner could be like at his best or when in his element then she presents the change as him getting lost and not realising he had a team/family who would have his back. Very kind. Graceful. Classy.

Her book is from 95 and her comments about NASA not being sold off to contractors and not keeping the experts in control are prescient. It's also painful to know she would lose a brother two years later to a cult.

I'm torn with what we've been told about her final years, she adored her son, she was also fiercely independent and loved passionately. I can only hope she felt loved and safe no matter her sanity. What a driven, bold, tenacious woman she was.

#Beyond Uhura #Mazey day #Saf #Ramblings

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honey-boyyoongi · 2 years ago

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Pairing ➪ Reader x Yoongi| Part 47//??

Word count ➪ 847

Warnings ➪ it’s not beta-ed; any mistakes are mine; mentions of possible past child neglect; mentions of possible child abuse; mentions of anxiety; mentions of possible mental health issues; mentions of possible manipulation; if it doesn’t make sense im sorry:); if your named is crossed out its because I couldn’t tag you;

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

A/n: heyyyyy besties~~~ :)))))))))) yall have been waiting for this!! As always feedback is appreciated and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕

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Minji was riddled with anxiety. She decided to leave a day early, wanting some time to herself to think. In the past weeks she’s learned every little thing about the child. Mrs. Min sent pictures of the child from a year old forward. She wanted to ask for pictures of her as an infant, but felt like she was overstepping.

A lot in the city was different; the little restaurant her and Yoongi frequented was now being run by the owners daughter, her favorite bookstore was now a cosmetics shop, the shady apartment building she used to live in with Mina was now repainted and renovated. Just as things changed some stayed the same; the uncle that sold ice cream at the park is still going strong; her favorite market still sells the brown sugar pancakes she loves, and her parents house still looks exactly the same way it did when she left it 8 years ago. The door is still that ugly shade of brown she’s detested since childhood, and the peach tree her brother had begged for as children is still left neglected. It’s all horribly nostalgic.

The fights, the anxiety, the grief; it was all coming back. She would never dare say it out loud, but she heavily resented her parents, almost bordering on hate. The lack of attention stopped bothering her in her teenage years, she had Jisung, and Minji was content with that. She had adapted to keeping herself hidden, always going with the status quo her parents had enforced. The less attention she received, the less she had to interact with her parents. Jisung always took the brunt of it all; he had expectations that burdened him from birth. Minji still remembers the last time she saw her brother, he was less tense, almost at peace. She likes to remember him that way; happy, sitting under his peach tree.

Minji tries to distract herself, she goes into town to get necessities. Mrs. Min had invited her to stay at her home, ‘You’re going to need all the help you can get once you get Haneul’, she had said. Minji, while appreciative, refused. She had booked a hotel, needing a neutral space to keep herself grounded. Bora had kept insisting, but she never budged.

Minji was walking the isles when she sees, what she at first assumes, a mother and daughter playfully bickering. Minji wondered, what if? What if she had stayed? Would her and the child be that loving? Would she love that child like this mother loved her daughter? Drowned in her thoughts she can faintly hear them.

“Are you sure you want that soup for dinner,” the mother asked.

“Yes,” the toddler exclaimed.

“I thought you didn’t like that one honey.”

“Bu-bu- you and-and papa like it. I have chicken, so is okay,” the child mumbled. Minji faintly smiled under her mask, amused at the toddler’s logic. It was a sweet moment she hoped to have one day.

She passes by them, listening to the toddler who’s eagerly trying to show her mother which vegetables are the absolute best for their meal. Minji is still fighting with herself when she sees him. Yoongi still looks as handsome as ever; his hair had grown out even longer, he had subtle smile lines decorating the sides of his mouth, very subtle silver hair at the very front of his part. His eyes seemed exhausted, his fingers showed mild signs of his awful picking habit, but underneath all of that she still saw the same 24 year old Yoongi that had showed up to her and Mina’s place. He wasn’t wearing the ripped jeans she associated with him, now he was dressed in a full suit and tie, everything looking expensive down to the cuff links, his attention stolen by the toddler exclaiming out, “Papa! Look!” Yoongi turns towards the child, completely smitten.

The child motions him forward, showing off the vegetables she had chosen, “Look, Bee said I pick. Papa do you like?”

Yoongi nods approvingly, “You did such a good job Hani.”

Minji quickly left. She walked, and walked, and walked. Until she couldn’t anymore. She doesn’t remember getting back to her hotel, or getting into bed. She tries to avoid remembering her dreams. They ring mockingly in her ears, ‘The child is happy, without you. The love of your life is happy, without you. This person is better than you. Your child loves her. The love of your life loves her. She stole your child. She stole the love of your life.’

On her way to the elder Mins’ home, she wondered if she could get what she lost back. Maybe she and Yoongi could try again, for the sake of their child of course. Maybe she could move back to this city, stay with the Mins until they found a home to raise their daughter. The ideas progressively started to sound like Mrs. -, no, like mom guiding her along. Mother Min would help her get her happiness back, and she was ready to claim what was rightfully hers.

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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hello!! i saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could do single dad! atsumu suna and sakusa falling in love with reader, like it's sort of a meet cute (or not) but the reader falls for them and the kid and happiness lskfjsdfk have a great day!!

single dad! falling for reader

character(s) : miya atsumu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi (haikyuu!!)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, timeskip au! (because,, single dads.)

headcanon type : fluff, crack and angst if you squint (x reader)

warning(s) : mentions of the character’s ex wives, the ex-wives being jerks for multiple different reasons and ways (so,, be warned. for negligence, not very detailed hitting, and cheating, but not on reader)

note(s) : me, writing for haikyuu?? wow, a surprise! also, it’s been a while since i’ve written for haikyuu so if i don’t get the characterization correctly— ESPECIALLY FOR SAKUSA, i’m sorry in advance.

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miya atsumu

at first, his marriage was happy. miya atsumu— successful in his 20s, basically set for life, and with a head strong wife that gave him a wonderful daughter

he was elated when his son, genji came into this world. he wouldn’t swap him out for anyone else. and it was all good, really

until he started spotting marks on genji’s delicate skin, and he even found a large bruise on his shoulder when he was changing his shirt! he almost passed away seeing that

genji would also have a sudden fear of being alone in the house— even when his mother would stay behind to take care of him

but why though? genji’s only 4! what could’ve happened to him? he doesn’t recall hiring any babysitters.

he finally found the answer one day, when he found out that his head strong, intense wife— has been physical with him!

basically, all the love for his wife flew out the window, and he filed for a divorce— and of course, he won custody

and he assumed that his love life would stop at that— and it didn’t sound terrible. all that mattered was that his son was safe, and happy again

but this is where you come in

you work at a toy store, a small business toy store really, that sold the highest of quality only

and atsumu took genji to either replace, or fix the toy he broke a few days back. the place was recommended to him by shoyo— who also had a kid of his own

you’re just two years younger than him, eyes full of determination and care, practically the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

you put up a good conversation with him, while you fixed the toy— the two of you talking about the mutual friends, and that ‘this place should be a lot more popular.’

and also, his son did happen to take a liking to you. he seemed joyous in your presence— compared to how he was with his ex-wife

and from that moment on, the two of you would only become closer— especially when a bunch of his son’s toys started breaking magically

before atsumu knew it, he harbored something for you— the absolute angel you were to the both of them

“‘m sorry for the inconvenience,” the faux blond scratches the back of his next “didn’t know genji here was a ‘lil clumsy weasel,”

you laugh, and genji’s just staring at you with amusement, “it’s fine, genji could break his entire toy box— and i’d still fix it anyway.”

so this was the nerve wracking part, “to make up for it, would you like some coffee later? i could treat ‘ya.”

“is this yer way of askin’ Y/N—”

“shut yer mouth for a sec— uhm,” he looks at you, sheepishly

you laugh, “miya, i wouldn’t mind honestly. but i’d assume you’re busy as it is.”

“not at all!” atsumu replies, “i’ll just, drop off genji first. say yer thanks to Y/N,” atsumu looks at genji, encouraging him to say his thanks

“,,thanks for fixing my toys, Y/N.”

“no problem, genji.” you smile at the two of them when they move to leave the store, fixed toys in hand— as they wave at you before parting

“oh, Y/N?” atsumu calls out,

“yeah?”

“call me atsumu— from now on.” his cheeks are tinted pink, and he can feel genji’s eyes on him.

“oh, uhm. yeah! i’ll see you later, atsumu.”

so yeah— the two of you went out for some coffee, and before he even knew it, he was in love.

it might take him a few months to realize it though

suna rintarou

i can’t imagine him having kids for some reason 💀 but if he were to have any, he’d definitely have a daughter

rintarou himself, didn’t think he would have kids at at all, really. but the moment he was able to meet asuka— his lovely little daughter

he was hooked. he seemed a little awkward at first, not very used to caring for a child. but he was actually decent at his job

he’d sneak into his daughter’s room to hold her when she was upset— even when his wife was too knocked out to realize it, and he’d show her picture books

since she liked them a lot, even when she can’t coherently read a straight paragraph yet.

it started to concern him when he realized how little his wife was involved in the development of their daughter.

she started acting different, a little bit after she didn’t have to breastfeed asuka

and then, that’s when it happened.

“i literally can’t believe you,” he speaks when he’s packing his things, “we have a child together.”

his soon to be ex wife is on the floor, begging him to stay— but he doesn’t care. “look, the idea of you cheating wasn’t very surprising. i don’t care anymore, really. but the fact that you’ve been neglecting asuka for your selfish needs is low. i hope you’re ashamed of yourself.”

his words are so much different that his lenient, calm self. which only solidifies reality

so he leaves with asuka, not caring about the sobs that left his soon to be ex wife’s mouth.

and even though he was still angry at his wife for not being there, he’d never let it show to asuka

he’d still show her picture books, he’d still sit down and watch miraculous ladybug with her— even when she doesn’t understand it all completely

and speaking of picture books— he decided that he needed to buy more for her

so he took her to the bookstore, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. he bought all those previous books when asuka was still a newborn

now it’s a little fuzzy on what he should be looking for. colors, right? he needs a picture book that has plenty of colors.

and that’s where you come in. you’re youthful, despite looking not that far off his age, you’re humming to yourself as you fix the bookshelves

“uhm,” he calls out for your help, and you look at him in recognition “need any help? what are you looking for?”

there’s a helpful glint in your eyes, and it reminded him of what should’ve been in his ex wife’s eyes. “my daughter, likes picture books. and,, i don’t know what i’m doing.”

she’s basically a replica of him, same eye color, and same hair color. but her eyes are much more rounded, youthful.

“cute kid,” you smile when she coos at you, “the children books are this way, follow me!” you exclaim, moving to navigate your way to the children’s book isle

so it seems to be that you really know what you’re doing. most people would’ve recommended picture books with a lot of words, or just no words at all

but you’ve found the books that made asuka exclaim in happiness.

and although it’s not very obvious that rintarou’s caring to his child— he is, and you could tell. despite looking lost, and sometimes bored when you’re explaining the books.

so every 2 weeks, the father would return with his daughter, after he got back from volleyball— and you’d help them pick out on certain books.

rintarou assumed he’d never take a liking in anyone again, but,, here he is. and he doesn’t know how you’ll react to that.

but it’s worth a try— he’d try and get your number when he’d see you again

the next time you see him, the middle blocker’s alone. and he tells you that he needs more picture books for asuka, since she’s staying over at his volleyball friend’s house for a day

“Y/N,”

“yes?” you turn your head, meeting his stare. he looks well,, himself. like how he first sought out for your help a few weeks back

“,, could i get your number? y’know, just in case asuka wanted worded books in the future. you’ve helped a lot, so,,”

you smile, “is this your way of hitting on me?”

he didn’t think it was that obvious, “what?— i mean,” he fumbles to reason out, feeling a bit more awkward. because yes, he’s asking you out but,, he has the power to make things more laxed, y’know?

truthfully, you don’t know much about him. you know a lot about his daughter, sure! but you don’t know anything about her biological mother, or what happened, or why she’s not taking asuka to the bookstore

but you chose not to ask, out of respect. he’d tell you some other day. “i’m just teasing,” you smile, moving to get a small piece of paper— writing your digits on the paper, and placing it in his pocket

“i’d like to see you again,” you smile, “say hi to asuka for me.”

the middle blocker left the store in content, absolutely sure that asuka would love to see you again even when she can’t form proper sentences.

sakusa kiyoomi

didn’t think he’d be fit to be a father— but here he is

though he seems cold, he does take responsibility, and he does love and care for his child, seina

it’s not like he’ll be posting pictures of his child everywhere— i mean, even if he had a different personality, he still wouldn’t be posting his kid everywhere

but he does cherish seina, like his life depended on it. he’d still silently watch her cross out word puzzles in a messy matter, he’d silently listen to her talk about her favorite pastries

he loves her!

so that’s why it made him mad, when even after 4 years of seina being born, her mother made little to no effort in spending time with her

doesn’t matter if it was a simple gesture like tucking her in, or showing up to a birthday— she just,, never did.

it was almost as if she was ignoring seina, which causes some distraught on the child’s behalf— which passed on the negative feeling to him

like,, seina wasn’t an unbearable kid. sure, she acted up here and there, that’s an issue kiyoomi has been trying to fix on his own

but it was nothing too concerning, and it was containable. but his wife treated her like she was absolutely unbearable

and it was super strange because, she’d act normal around him, but would barely acknowledge her own daughter’s existence

so what did kiyoomi do? he confronted her, of course.

and no— his wife wasn’t cheating, and nothing tragic happened that would’ve caused her to be this way

she was just,, lazy

“so.. you gave birth and stopped caring for her? is that it?” furious was an understatement, considering that his wife forgot to make her daughter breakfast

which caused her to sneak out of the house, and ask for some breakfast from some nice neighbors.

“look, if you want nothing to do with her, just say that. i’m taking seina, and leaving.” so yeah now he’s a single father.

to say he didn’t love her was too quick, a part of him didn’t love the fact that his wife loved him, but didn’t show any sign of affection towards her daughter.

he knew it was going to fade away anyway. his feelings for his unofficial ex wife.

and i don’t think he’d plan on seeing new people, since now these days— people just like the idea of being with him

which meant that most people would’ve been scared away, or turned off if they really sat down in a conversation with him

besides the point, kiyoomi was taking his daughter to the bakery again— as she was craving new pastries, and wanted to go to the new bakery that just opened near by

and kiyoomi was like “why not ig” and took her there— but then, this is where he’d meet you for the first time

you were one of the bakers, and it’s not like he was going to pay attention to you— until you did something even HE couldn’t do

“papa, whyyyy” the whining sounding painful in his ears, as his daughter clung to the display of pastries “can’t we get moreeee??”

“seina,” he sighs, “no, we can’t.”

“but—”

“papa, you’re no fair!” her bottom lip trembles, and he could almost FEEL the judgmental stares of the other customers in the bakery

and this is where you come in, “is something the matter?”

“papa won’t.. get me more!” she stares at the selection of pastries, “i’ve been so nice but.. it’s no fair!” her eyes tear up

“don’t cry,” you bend down to blot her tears away with a tissue, “y’know, he probably has a reason, but you’re in luck— actually!” you maneuver behind the counter

you come out from behind, presenting a fresh batch of pastries— that were just right to his daughter’s liking, to the point that it shut her up entirely

“they’re on the house, today’s our opening day, so it’s the bakery’s treat!”you state in a warming matter, grabbing a paper bag to place the pastries in

kiyoomi stares at you, observing you quietly— you could feel his cold stare, even though he’s wearing a medical face mask, that covers about half of his face

you blink, not knowing what is going through his head, and you gesture to his daughter to take them

you clearly don’t know who he is— and that gives kiyoomi some sort of relief, compared to the other customers that are murmuring to each other “sakusa kiyoomi’s here with his daughter! is this what he does in his free time?”

kiyoomi takes the paper bag, giving some sort of non verbal acknowledgement, before he takes his daughter’s hand and leaves

“bye, kind person!” seina calls out to you, which catches you off guard— this causes your coworkers to coo at the girl’s words

“didn’t know sakusa’s daughter was so cute!”

and you’d assume that your interactions with the quiet stranger and his daughter would end at that, but no! life is full of surprises.

the tall masked father comes in again, a little bit before closing time— you were absolutely beat, your back feeling as if boulders were glued to the back, and your feet burning from all of the rush

“oh, what could i do for you?”

he stays quiet, but a small presence sticks behind him, and peers up to you. the face is familiar to you, so you wave “hi there! it’s nice to see you again.”

“i wanna say thanks.” her rounded eyes practically shimmer when they lay themselves on the pastries again, but she shakes her head “for the pastries! they’re very tasty.”

“i’m glad you like them, what was your favorite part of the pastry?”

“the filling! twas yummy!” she gives a toothy grin, “tell me, where ‘dya learn to bake like that?”

kiyoomi stares at the scene unfolding before him. it was.. new. unfamiliar— he hasn’t seen his daughter act like this with anyone else— besides him and his team mates. so, he simply watched.

seina babbled and babbled, much to the your amusement— and the other staff members. you listened to her with your full attention, your interest never wavering in the slightest

it’s a bit later, kiyoomi holds a tired seina in his arms— you expect him to leave the bakery, his daughter’s wishes been fulfilled, and he wouldn’t have a reason to stick around

but then he presents to you a large stack of cash “for the pastries. my,, daughter really liked them.”

your eyes widen, “sir! i told you, the pastries were on the house!” you shake your head, “either way, i can’t take this! it’s too much for some pastries!”

“no, seina insists. in fact, she’s entirely why i’m here.” his tone stays consistent, but even with the mask— you could tell that he’s smiling. “she’s well,, everything. if she’s set on something, then she’ll do everything to achieve her goal.”

you smile at the statement, “thanks for bringing her here sir..?”

kiyoomi hesitates to tell you his name for a moment, an unfamiliar, yet familiar pound in his chest rises— he chooses to not figure it out right now, considering that it would be too soon to pursue a romantic relationship.

but, if his daughter brought him here, then it must be for a reason. “kiyoomi.”

“right,” you smile, “thanks for coming here, kiyoomi. you can give me a call, if seina wants any more pastries.” you write your number on a piece of paper, and hand it to him

he doesn’t reply, but he does take the piece of paper anyway— keeping it in his pocket

and for once, he thinks that he doesn’t hate having to go to the bakery weekly., because there’ll be a warm presence there to greet him— and of course, seina.

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llithiaskyla · 4 months ago

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@patricks-pet-rock ask and you shall receive 😘

SIGNIFICANTLY more lore under the cut because i have no self control but trigger warning for talk of WW2, starvation, child trafficking, murder/suicide, mutant discrimination, and heavily implied sexual assault 🙁

I've seen extremely little on Greece's part in ww2 as an american, and so i tell almost everyone that asks about him about it

Athan (like previously stated) grew up in Greece during WW2, where the main issues of the country at the time were starvation, the nazi occupation, and.. trafficking..

Athan was raised by his father, a horrible person who agreed with Hitler and his anti-Semitism, and unfortunately was a major contributer to the child trafficking issue in Greece at the time.

It made a decent amount of money, so Athan was one of the few children who weren't starving, but he started to be sold out by his father when he was around 6, due to his looks.

Athan's mutation developed when he was sold for the night, he didn't exactly know what was happening and so he told the man to get out of his room.

Athan's mutation is a vocal manipulation mutation, and he is rated as an alpha class mutant, due to his mutation being extremely powerful, but it can be limited.

(Tell me if I'm wrong for this rating, because he doesn't exactly have any physical drawbacks at all, but he is easily stopped if you cut off his way of speaking without getting commanded to stop in the process)

He managed to get out of it for almost a month straight, by (unknowingly) commanding the people to leave. He didn't know what he was doing, both being young and thinking that they just left when he asked nicely.

When his father found out that he was telling people to leave, and that his clients didn't get what they were paying for, he got a wittle pissy, and long not very nice story short, Athan grew up muzzled

Athan's sister was born to a different mother when Athan was about to turn 18, and his escape plan was thrown on it's head due to her mother dying when she gave birth.

His sisters name is Amalthea, and he basically took over babysitting her, which helped later when he ran off to the states.

Athan snapped when his father made a comment on his sister, something about how he has more 'merchandise' now that she was born.

He took advantage of the fact that he could speak, and, quite literally, told his father to kill himself. he had more than enough intent and power behind it, that his father didn't even so much as question it, shooting himself in the head with the gun in his drawer.

Athan fled to the United States after this, manipulating (literally) his way on to planes and simply telling people that he had a ticket, papers, etc. he passed his sister off as his daughter for a while, and never really refuted it when people assumed.

He stole for a while after moving to the states, having quite literally no education or documents, he couldn't get a job. eventually, he needed a place to stay, BAD, so he used his power to have them forged, and he (guiltily,) manipulated his way into getting a job at the local mechanics shop.

it payed well enough for Athan to get a home somewhat close, and he lived there with his sister until it was burned down (mentioned later)

Erik and Charles found him and his sister through Cerebro when Athan was around his early twenties, and when his sister was still little.

He vehemently refused their first offers, not willing to leave the life that he had built for him and his sister in the slightest. they accepted this for the most part, and Charles left him his information in case he ever wanted to join in the future, etc.

And would you look at that, he did 😭

Athan's house was burned down due to a pre-planned attack. His sister, Amalthea, developed her mutation when she was in school, a power similar to Athan's. She forced people's attention onto her when she sang, and they fall unconscious after a little while. It developed in the middle of her choir concert, and she took half of the crowd out (thankfully unincluding Athan) before the concert stopped.

Athan, at the very least, realized what had happened, and got them both out of there before either of them could be attacked as people started realizing she was a mutant.

They were (unfortunately, again,) followed home, and some supremacist decided that they needed to, well, be exterminated or whatever rhetoric they wanted to use.

This one isn't some fancy thing, the fire alarm saved them, and they got out safely with the dogs (yes they have dogs, around 4 pitbulls that Athan found on the side of the road from the same litter), the firemen handling the rest.

The house wasn't saveable, and Athan literally didn't have any choice beside seeing if Charles was still doing the school.

This was before dofp, so he was still in his little funk (depression) when Athan showed up. Charles let him in anyways, along with the dogs (hesitantly), and Athan was there when Logan showed. he didn't help with the jailbreak, no matter what they said, and he met Erik once (1) time before deciding he didn't like him very much, despite Erik appreciating the fact that they had similar beliefs.

Athan was mostly along the sidelines for a lot of the rest of the x men lore, because he not only refuses to use his powers to hurt other people, but because he's only partially verbal and more than a little bit traumatized 😘

he's got a kid to raise alright

he is definitely a teacher in the school, specifically foreign language and mythology. He offers a few languages, because he ends up being able to speak quite a few of them (people can only be influenced by his mutation if they understand what he's saying) (greek, english, german, french, spanish, and he dips his toes in russian and really wants to learn arabic)

i feel the need to mention that he and Hank have a several year long fling that lasts for a hot minute, but Athan doesn't think he could handle a relationship like Hank wants, so they amicably go their separate ways. They're actually still good friends, i swear 🙏

Athan is also semi verbal (is that the correct word usage) for a long while, only talking to his sister and eventually Hank and Charles. He signed a lot, and had the tendency to have verbal shutdowns (nonverbal??) whenever he got particularly upset. He worked through it in order to teach, thankfully, and is a really good person to talk to if you have a more subtle mutation that is looked down upon (mind control, telepathy, invisible ones that are viewed as bad/invasive despite not being able to control it just as much as the physical mutations)

chat if youve gotten this far pls tell me if i made any sense at ALL and please do educate me if i made a mistake im so open to constructive criticism

guys do u like my x men oc say yes (lore + closeup under the cut)

Athanasius Constantine, 19 and freshly immigrated to the US 😘

He was born around the same time as Erik, before WW2, and, (unfortunately) lived through it as a child. (take from this what you will, greece was an awful place to be at the time)

He lived in Greece at the time, and moved with his infant sister to the US when he turned 18 after killing his father 😜

There's so much more but during first class he's one of the mutants that they scout, or at least try to, because Athan doesn't take them up on the offer until a few years before days of future past

guess what the scar is from and you'll get a fat juicy kiss (..sorry)

#x men #oc lore #x men oc #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #x men days of future past #oc #hank mccoy #professor x #magneto #beast #mutations #telepathy #mind control #greek oc #ww2 history #ww2 greece #semi verbal oc #semi verbal

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duskamethyst · 4 years ago

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make it right.

a/n: i was on a writing high. i initially hated this so much but ended up with 12 pages long.

word count: 5.1k

genre: mature, smut, nsfw, angst to fluff

warnings: mentions of abortion, pregnancy

pairing: hawks x f!reader

𝅘𝅥𝅮 music rec: the reason by hoobastank 𝅘𝅥𝅮

summary: you told keigo that you’re carrying his child but he didn’t take it well. five years later he shows up in front of your door after being invited by his son and says he wants to fix everything.

you lean down towards the counter as you concentrate on creating pretty swirls of cream on the cake you baked with a piping bag. the dining table is full of food, a feast almost too huge for only two people, but you have a good excuse. it is a special day. your son’s fifth birthday to be exact.

kids these days can be ruthless and your son doesn’t get along very well with the other kids from his kindergarten. they like picking on others that seem too fragile, too quiet – criteria that fits him well and it doesn’t help with the fact that they know he’s growing up without a father. your child never opened up to you about the constant mocking he faced until one day you overheard him sobbing through his pillow in his own room. it was dark, though the door was still open by an inch to allow a small amount of light to penetrate into the room whenever he slept. he said he wanted to sleep earlier because he was tired but the muffling sounds he tried to conceal betrayed his efforts when you passed by later that night.

it made you angry and disappointed in yourself. you really tried your best to juggle between being a mom and a dad at the same time, keeping an eye on your child and working your ass off to make a living for the two of you. you’d always put up a tough front, never broke down in front of him when you were dead tired from being overworked and the thought of him trying to not make you worry, shattered your heart into pieces. you know that all he deserves is a good life and you constantly blame yourself for not being good enough, mostly angry at your past self for not even knowing how to make good decisions and think things through.

if only you could turn back time, you would tell yourself to never get involved with a pro hero – to never get involved with someone who feels so responsible for other strangers’ lives but not their own child’s.

were you being selfish? for not understanding that his work always comes first? he can’t possibly have a family when he has villains out there that need to be put in their right place for their crimes. were you expecting too much from him?

“can’t you… get rid of it?” he muttered. his cold words felt like a sharp blade that just stabbed you in the heart. never once you thought that he would say that. how easy was it for him to ask you to throw out another life like it meant nothing?

“keigo, you can’t be serious.” you shook your head, your legs were already wobbling and you felt sick to your stomach. this news should be happy for the both of you but unfortunately, you two weren’t on the same page.

was it your fault? keigo never spoke about having a child together but he always said he’d love to build a family with you someday – he loved you, he would always protect you and be there for you. sure, it was a slip up this time. you always made sure to take proper measures to avoid pregnancy from happening but you were also more than glad to bear this child and you were convinced that keigo would be happy about it as much as you were. he loved you so much, after all.

“i don’t think…” he stammered, trying to find the right words. “give me some time.”

your lips pursed into a thin line, hands clenching hard and knuckles turning white. think? the uncertainty in his voice was already giving you the obvious answer. he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. he never wanted this.

“save the trouble, keigo.” you spat. “how about i’ll just leave so you don’t even have to think at all?”

keigo finally lifted up his head to look at you with wavering eyes, but he still couldn’t find the words to say, to comfort you. “what are you saying?”

“i’m still going to have this child. even if it means i have to do it alone.” with a sharp breath, you turned around towards the door.

you heard a frustrating sigh coming from your back, “you know i can’t. you know damn well that i have my job as a hero and i can’t look after… after a child!”

“but it’s your child keigo!” you turned around to scream and look at him again, tears already welling in your eyes, threatening to pour out.

“and what difference does that make?!” he yelled back. “in fact, that’s even worse!”

the room was quiet as the both of you just stood there. keigo slowly realizing what just came out of his mouth in the heat of the moment while you just stared at him in disbelief. both were standing stunned and speechless from what he clearly said. that was it, you thought.

“fuck you.” you cursed under your breath and immediately left his place, not even sparing a look back.

if he was sorry, he would chase after you. if he didn’t mean it, he would look everywhere for you.

but none of that happened.

you ended up going back to your hometown after that. it was shameful, to finally see your parents again but just to cry on their feet as soon as you saw their faces and telling them that you were carrying an illegitimate child. it was devastating for them initially but thankfully they easily accepted it, welcoming you to stay over at their place with open arms so they could help you throughout your pregnancy until the baby was born and grown. above all, you were still their daughter. living far away, your parents had never met keigo and they were shocked to know that you were having the no.2 pro hero’s baby but also disappointed at how he reacted when you told him the news.

however, what was done is done and you can only manage to move forward by raising the child with your utmost capability. you promised yourself that you’ll protect and raise this child with as much love and care a mother can offer. whatever it takes, even if you’ll have to do it by yourself.

you ended up living with your parents until your son turned four and decided to live independently, not wanting to burden them any longer. they didn’t want to let you go, the presence of the child brought so much joy in their daily lives. he was a bundle of sunshine and they loved him so much.

and kyō is just beautiful.

keigo’s genes manage to overpower your son compared to yours. fluffy but shorter blonde hair, dark and sharp on the inner corner of the eyes and not to forget the red wings on his back. it isn’t as big as keigo’s yet but it still stands out. although he takes on your personality more, every part of him reminds you of keigo and sometimes it feels like a jab to your chest. it hurts to be reminded of the man that hurt you and told you to get rid of the child you were bearing so ruthlessly.

throughout the years, you tried to make peace with the past. at first, it was hard to look at the news and see his face. he was almost everywhere, a lot of stores also sold his merchandise and his face even covered the magazines-- you realized you couldn’t escape him, your past. although he’s in the limelight, the media was still unaware about his private life and you were glad alas the similar features of kyō to the pro hero made some passersby and mothers at the park question you. fortunately, you already came up with a bullshit excuse like “he is such a big fan of hawks and he cosplays him every day… and oh, the wings are fake too.”

of course, strangers weren’t the only ones who inquired about it. even the little child himself could smartly notice his resemblance with the pro hero.

as soon as he first saw hawks on tv, he went on and on about how they looked so much alike. he was beyond fascinated, he could barely understand what the news was talking about at the time but being on the screen was more than enough to make him understand that hawks was an amazing guy. his eyes would twinkle in wonder when the news caught footage of him flying in the air with his red wings spreading graciously. if anything at all, kyō just couldn’t wait to flap his own smaller wings soon.

then one thing led to another. a question that any curious child would ask their parents about.

oftentimes kyō would ask you about his dad. why didn’t he have one like the other children he played with at the park and oftentimes you would try to avoid the topic and shrugged it off with a lame joke saying how you were also his dad and how you were powerful to have two bodies in one unlike other people.

he ended up growing tired of it one day, crying to you and asked if the reason why he didn’t have one was because he didn’t love him – something he heard one of the kids said. it broke you and you were lost for words. you called your parents for support and after much discussion, your mother thought he deserved to at least know the truth and you did just that.

luckily, he took it surprisingly well. even his little brain can comprehend the job of a top hero, he understood that it was a lot of work and keigo was often busy and far away. it was less to his liking when you made him promise you to not tell anyone about it and he should keep it as a secret because bad guys would chase after him if another single soul would know and his dad did it to protect him. it was a bad lie, but still, you had to do it.

later, kyō realized that his birthday was coming soon. he knew what he had always wanted. he didn’t know if he could have it but maybe… maybe if he tried and wished hard enough, it would come true.

he sneakily took your phone to look up “hawks'' on your phone, though at first he was only shown results and pictures of the literal bird before smartly adding “pro hero” at the back. with limited comprehension, he eventually managed to find the agency’s website before scrolling further to find the address to the agency and scribbled it down on a piece of paper.

“daddy?!” the bell has been ringing for a few times but you were too concentrated on decorating the birthday cake to even hear it but your son’s small wings flutter in excitement as he runs across the hallway to open the door.

your heart stops for a second. was that the reason why your son was pacing around the living room? you’re not expecting any guests for tonight’s dinner at all, especially the father of your child.

“hey! i got your letter!” the familiar excited tone of his voice bursts from the door as he speaks. he kneels down eye-level as his son and gives him a big hug. “happy birthday.”

“what letter?” you break into the conversation, arms folded in front of your chest as you lean against the wall with an unamused expression written across your face.

“i wrote daddy a letter!” your son says proudly, but you can already imagine the horrible squiggly lines on the handwritten letter.

“and you gave me a picture too. you look exactly like me, am so happy!” keigo chuckles, ruffling the hair of his boy, eliciting little giggles from the other. it’s a beautiful sight and it makes your heart ache a little at the image of what it could’ve been. if only he was fully ready to accept the fact that he was gonna bear a child. if only he knew how to balance between his career and personal life. you could’ve had the most beautiful family you’ve ever dreamed of.

“honey, can you go to your room for a bit? your daddy and i have to talk.” you say softly, hoping that he won’t take it any other way.

“am i.. in trouble?” kyō turns to you with a frown and puppy eyes – which he knows well that it would always work on you and it’s almost adorable how it’s exactly what keigo would do whenever he makes you annoyed with his antics. it’s just one of his ways to apologize to you.

you sigh and shake your head, “no. we’re gonna talk about…” you glance elsewhere as you think of an excuse. “your surprise present!”

“it’s not a surprise anymore if you say it like that, mommy!” the child laughs and scurries to his room as told and the both of you watch him with a smile tugged on your lips.

you turn back to keigo with a dour expression as soon as your son closes the door to his room, causing him to fidget a bit from his spot. he hasn’t seen it for years, after all. he’s about to pull you into a hug but instead, you quickly turn your heels around towards the kitchen.

“i still have things to do. either you help me with it or leave.”

he quickly takes off his shoes and follows you, taking in the view around the house before he enters the kitchen. the atmosphere is stuffy and tense while you sit on the stool to continue decorating the cake.

“you can help by setting up the plates. top cabinet.” you break the awkward silence and keigo obliges, he reaches the cabinet to take out the available plates and put them nicely around the table.

“you made it yourself?” he tries to make a conversation as he glances at you working on the cake.

“yeah.” you simply reply without taking your eyes off from your work.

“it’s nice. chocolate?”

“obviously.”

keigo sighs from the underwhelming response, “i know you don’t want me here but –”

“no shit.” you almost slam the table but quickly recompose yourself by taking a deep breath. for the sake of your son, you know you shouldn’t get into an argument right now, at least not today.

“look, i’ll leave as soon as this is over if that’s what you want.”

you glare at him, “it’s more than what i want right now,” then it’s your turn to sigh. “but i doubt that’s what kyō would want.”

keigo already knows his name from the letter but his lips etch into a warm smile at the sound of the name you’ve given to the-- his child and a small part of him wishes that he was there in the process of choosing a name for the boy together with you.

“okay, just for tonight. we’ll pretend like we’re a happy family.” you stand up from the stool after putting the last candle and set the cake in the middle of the table.

“...and what if we don’t have to?” he blurts out after a brief and quiet moment, immediately catching your attention. he notices the puzzled look on your face and continues, “what if we really start being a happy family from now and onwards?”

you blink once, twice. for a second, you feel a heavy pang in your chest as your brain processes the words that just came out from his mouth. it’s like déjà vu, only this time keigo has certainty in his voice.

the room falls dead silent again as you stare at each other. you’re finding words and about to open your mouth to say something but kyō suddenly interrupts from the corner of the kitchen and both of your attentions quickly turn to him.

“mommy..? i’m hungry.”

“oh, sweetheart. you’re just in time!” you walk up to kyō to carry him in your arms before bringing him to the dining table. his eyes sparkle at the variety of food spread across the table and his wings flutter in excitement.

“can you help light up the candles? the lighter is in the drawer.” you usher to keigo as you show your son his favorite food you made earlier while keigo quickly rummages through the drawer. he lights up each candle as you put down kyō on one of the chairs before he stands on his knees to reach close enough to blow the candles. the both of you excitedly sing happy birthday and clap your hands as he blows off the candles after a brief moment for a wish.

“what did you wish for?” keigo asks, affectionately patting kyō on the head.

“i wish to be a hero like daddy!” he exclaims, arms and wings spread in enthusiasm. a bittersweet feeling engulfs him-- a part of him is disappointed and ashamed of himself while another part of him is elated and relieved that he’s still looked up upon by his own child. in the corner of his heart, keigo thinks he doesn’t deserve it. kyō is a splitting image of himself (minus the color of his eyes that he takes after you) and it easily brings back visions of him from the past. he wanted to be a hero too, but his father wasn’t someone he could look up to. hence, making endeavor the only man he idolized.

he realizes he is lucky enough to be the person his son looks up to. he knows that this was what his own younger self would want. a father he can be proud of, a hero at that. keigo wants to make it right with whatever it’ll take.

the night proceeds smoothly, all three of you have fun together like any normal family would and bonding over lost times. keigo is thoughtful (though his choice seems a little bit conceited) enough to give kyō a present; an action figure of himself. unknowingly, the walls that you built around you by the time keigo arrived earlier slowly crumbles and you grow less wary around him as time ticks by. when it’s bedtime for the boy, keigo insists on putting him to bed so he can spend more time with him which you gladly consented to so you can also continue cleaning up the kitchen.

a set of footsteps coming down the stairs can be heard as you’re seated on one of the stools while sipping tea.

“want some tea?” you offer without turning around to look at the male.

“sure.” he says as he walks up to you.

you can feel his tall and lean build ghosting you from the back as you pour a cup for him but his hands suddenly reach your shoulders and give them light squeezes.

“what are you doing?” you ask quizzically, glancing at the hand on your shoulder.

“giving you a massage.” he smiles innocently as he continues pressing on the knot in your stiff shoulders, making you sigh in reflex.

“trying to get on my good side?” you say in a mocking tone.

“hmm, just showing my appreciation to you.” his hands move lower to your spine, your back arches a little as he presses down your aching muscles.

“you’re five years too late, keigo.” you sneer but welcome his service as you close your eyes and hum in content. it’s not that bad, you assure yourself in your head.

keigo diligently continues to massage your back as the kitchen now fills with your quiet sighs and whimpers whenever he rubs on the sore spot. without you realizing, he slyly pulls the collar of your baggy shirt down and plants soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

“k-keigo?” you immediately open your eyes and flinch at the sudden touch.

he remains quiet while his hands work up and down your arms gently and his lips move further up to your earlobe, sending tingling sensations down to your core and you can already feel your nipples harden underneath your shirt.

“relax.” his hot breath fans over your ear as he whispers. your cheeks are already burning red and you’re out of sarcastic remarks as you can only find yourself to indulge into his touches.

you gasp in surprise when keigo’s hands sneakily move under your shirt and quickly unsnaps your bra. he massages your breasts and kneads them gently before teasing your erect nipple between his fingers. your hands firmly clenches the edge of the island to hold yourself as he nips on the crook of your neck, just gently to carefully not leave a mark.

“you want more, babybird?” he coos as he realizes that your thighs are pressing against each other. as much as you hate to admit it, the nostalgic pet name tugs on your heartstrings and you find yourself melting after hearing it after years again.

feeling embarrassed, you quietly nod your head.

“i can’t hear you.” a teasing tone lingers in his voice. he knows what he’s doing and you hate him for it.

“more, keigo...” you whine. it sounds so innocent and adorable but it absolutely makes his cock twitch. noticing that you’ve been avoiding looking at him the whole time, he uses one of his hands to make you look at him and grins when he catches the red tint spread across your face before he presses his lips onto yours.

the traces of your ego make you hesitate at first but you’re quick to lose it as he deepens it, as if to send you a silent message of how much he misses you while his tongue intertwines with yours.

one of his hands remains to massage your mound while the other travels down south to easily part your legs and cups your heated sex. keigo rubs the clit against the fabric of your pants, eliciting breathy moans from your lips between kisses. you pull away and lean back to his body as he slides his hand under your pants, feeling the wet patch that is already staining your underwear.

“already wet from all of that?” he says playfully, taking out his hand to look at the damp juices as he rubs it between his fingers.

“says the man that was grinding his cock on my back.” you roll your eyes halfheartedly, missing the faint blush that becomes apparent on his cheeks.

keigo then reaches for the cups in front of you and pushes them aside before lifting you up on the kitchen island, making you turn towards him. he swiftly pulls down your pants along with your underwear, your cunt bare and glistening under the lights for him to see.

his golden irises lock with yours as he kicks the stool to the side and crouches down to spread your thighs apart. he starts to lap off your juices, tongue alternating between your throbbing clit and hole. your elbows help to prop you up as your head hangs back and your eyes close in pure bliss.

keigo smacks and clenches your thighs to draw your attention to him, “baby, look at me.”

you submissively lift your head to look at him, eyes locking with each other again as he watches you squirm on the tongue flicking your clit and eats you out like a starved man having his first meal after a long day.

you grab a lock of his blonde hair in one hand, pushing him closer as your legs tremble around his head, feeling the bubbling sensation of your orgasm building up.

“mmh – gonna cum!” you cry out in ecstasy, instantly forgetting the people next door and your son that’s sound asleep on the upper floor as you chase after your high.

keigo smoothly slides two fingers inside your pussy and your hips begin to grind desperately onto them. he knows you’re close when he feels the walls clenching around him and with another suck on the clit, he quickly gets to tip you over the edge.

“so good for me.” he coos as he pulls away, licking his fingers clean before carrying your panting body in his arms and walks over to sprawl your body on the couch. he hovers on top of you and kisses you again while his hands work on unzipping and taking off his lower garments to free his throbbing cock.

he smears the precum by pumping his cock as he watches you down, adoring the look of absolute bliss on your face and half lidded eyes that he longed for over the years.

“my songbird,” he purrs as he leans down to you and lines his cock with your wet cunt, “you’re so beautiful.”

if you’re already red, the endearing pet name makes you even redder. your gaze avoids his to hide your embarrassment but he only draws it back gently by your chin with his thumb and finger.

“don’t you miss me?” his brows furrowed as he searches your face. you can only stare back into his eyes – bright irises filled with nothing but genuine curiosity and desolation.

your lips pull into a thin line as you ponder for a moment, promptly unable to vocalize like earlier. it’s as if you let even one word escape your mouth, it would make you burst into tears instead. of course you missed him. your mind often wondered if he even thought of you at least once. even when you did make peace with the past, you still couldn’t bring yourself to be the one to make the first step. ego is an ugly thing and you were certain that keigo should be the one to look for you even if it was hard for him since you just disappeared out of his life.

noticing the reluctance to give him an answer, he shushes you. “it’s okay.” he kisses you sweetly on your nose. “but let me show how much i’ve missed you.”

he trails open mouthed kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbone as your hands run through his hair and down to his back. a soft whine manages to escape from your mouth when he nibbles on the soft flesh of your neck, instantly marking it red this time.

his mouth then latches onto your nipple through your shirt, making you squirm beneath him. your hands clenches to the fabric of his shirt when you feel his fingers teasingly dancing between your wet folds and his thumb ghosting over your clit.

keigo gives you a kiss on the lips again before pulling away, the cushion dips as he props himself on the knees, rubbing his hard cock against your wet slits and smearing it with your juices.

a low hiss slips from his lips as he slowly prods in the tip of his cock and your expression twists into discomfort as you feel him stretch you out more – a familiar mixture of pain and pleasure that you haven’t felt for a while.

keigo waits for you to adjust and as soon as you give him the greenlight, he continues to completely balls deep inside you.

“babybird, you feel so good.” he grunts as he bucks his hips and slowly starts to move.

you bite your lower lip hard, enough to draw blood as you try to stifle your moans. keigo leans down to kiss you while your arms find themselves wrapping around his neck. he thrusts harder and faster and your whimpers and whines finally find themselves shamelessly slipping past from your mouth.

“fucking– hah– perfect.” he pants as he pulls away to look at your flustered face, eyes half closed and mouth agape with pleasure.

you quickly bury your face on the crook of his neck and hold onto him tighter while your legs wrap securely around his waist. keigo moves his thumb on your clit, pressing down and rubbing circles all to entice nothing but tightening the coil down in your core more.

“keigo, keigo –” you cry as your nails dig the fabric on his back and your toes curl to the intense sensation.

“baby wants to cum?” he growls as he feels your walls clamping around his cock, making him buck his hips even wilder.

“yesyesyes – oh god, keigo!” your mind turns putty and unable to form any more coherent words, making only his name being the only thing you remember as your eyes close shut while you’re nearing your high.

“that’s it – baby. cum on my cock.” he encourages and you do just that. your pussy flutters as you finally reach your orgasm but his sporadic thrusts doesn’t stop until it starts to falter and his wings tremble.

“fuck. i’m gonna fill you up.” he grits through his teeth and his cock twitches before his wings spread wider as he releases his warm cum inside you.

the both of your bodies stay against each other, chests heaving for air before he briefly pulls out his cock and lays on top of your chest.

“yes.” your voice suddenly croaks, breaking the almost silent air in the room if not for the sound of yours and his breathing.

keigo lifts up his head to look at you confusingly before a lopsided smile curls on his lips when he hears you utter the next few words.

“yes. i missed you and i don’t want to pretend anymore.” you suddenly feel overwhelmed and tears start to well in your eyes. a flash of panic crosses his face and he pulls you closer into his embrace, hoping to calm you down as you sniffle on his chest.

“shh, baby. i’m sorry. i know it’s too late and i was so fucking stupid but i’ll – ”

“i want to live as a happy family with you, keigo.” you cut him off, sobbing through his shirt. he pulls away at once to look at you, unable to believe what he just heard through the choking sob but it still makes even him want to cry.

“babybird, i – ” he’s completely tongue-tied. at this point he can only manage to lean down to be close to you again. he peppers kisses all over your face, saying how thankful and happy he is.

“i love you, my little bird. i won’t fuck up this time, i promise.” he whispers, finally regaining his composure.

that night, keigo could barely sleep a wink. so many thoughts are running through his head. he glances at you sleeping peacefully next to him on the bed and he already pictures how it is to be waking up to see your face every morning. he also hopes that kyō doesn’t know how to fly yet so he could teach him how to use his wings. oh, he’ll also get to find an excuse to buy more buckets of chickens once you three will start living together.

he can already imagine how the headlines will be bombarded about him having a family and he sighs at the thought, but he hopes that his publicist is ready for a hell lot of work.

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wickedlittleoz · 2 years ago

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sigh.

imagine destiel but dustfinger

listen i get dean being more df because reckless stupid but please indulge me okay

Mo always saw himself as a reasonable guy.

He married his highschool sweetheart when he thought she was the love of his life. He pursued education and found a job that supported them. They had plans for a beautiful and bright future together.

When suddenly a vampire broke into their house and killed her while he was at work, he became a hunter to avenge her memory and protect their 2-year-old daughter.

Reasonable.

Just something every husband or parent would do.

But he never thought ‘reasonable’ meant ‘worthy’. Never thought of himself so highly. So, when he sells his soul to make sure no harm ever comes Meggie’s way, he doesn’t expect an angel to come down and rescue him from Hell. From the early ticket to damnation that he willfully dealt.

“An angel?” He squints, staring at Elinor.

“It’s what the psychic said,” she shrugs. Shakes her head. “I don’t understand it any better than you do, kid. Never had to deal with celestials myself.”

Meggie is chewing on her nail, shaking her leg. “Are we just not gonna talk about the whole ‘sold my soul to a demon’ thing?” When there’s no response, she jumps up and looks between the two adults. “Dad? Elinor?”

Mo looks down, avoids her eyes. Elinor can’t offer an answer either. And he knows he should say something, but what? She can’t understand it yet. She’s too young to know that parents would do literally anything for the safety of their children.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, Meg,” he murmurs at last. Finds her eyes. She’s fuming. “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you, like… Like what happened to your mom.”

“So you’d rather leave me alone?” Her voice hitches. “With no one to look after me?”

“You’re a big girl, now.” She’s not and he knows, but Mo was 12 when his dad bailed and his mom had to take on three jobs to keep them fed. So she has 4 years of advantage. And he thinks after all that he’s taught her well enough, not just in hunting, but also in survival. “Plus, Elinor’s always here if you need-”

“I don’t want Elinor, dad, I want you!”

He sighs, glances at Elinor – who doesn’t seem to have taken it personally, which he’s thankful for – then back at Meggie. When he goes in for a hug, she shoulders past him and marches outside.

Mo rubs his eyes. God, he’s so tired. Feels like he hasn’t had a proper night of sleep since Resa died and everything started. That was fourteen years ago, now. The years are getting to him… Maybe Hell wasn’t so bad after all.

Flashbacks flood his mind and he has to reel himself in to keep from throwing up. All the torture and pain. So little time passed here on Earth, but it felt like a lifetime down there. The memory of Meggie’s smile, the only thing that he could focus on to remind himself that it was all worth it…

But now this. Angels. An angel was sent to rescue him, to pull him back to the land of the living, because… Who even knows why. And what took them so long. And why the oh-so-mighty angel didn’t stick around to say something, anything at all. As usual, he has more questions than answers and no one’s ever around to help.

Thunder breaks out. The sound is loud, as if it fell nearby. They’re out in Elinor’s farmhouse, so he rushes to the backdoor to call Meggie back in. She’s already halfway up the stairs when he swings open the door.

“I think some… thing is here,” she whispers in a broken voice. Mo drags her to stand behind him, already pulling out his pistol, loaded with silver bullets.

“Looks like we have company,” he yells at Elinor over his shoulder and hears as she scrambles to get a shotgun. When he thinks about telling Meggie to find her knife, she already has it in hand. The three of them stand, covering each others’ backs, watching and waiting for whatever happens next.

Then a blinding white light covers the land. Mo blinks a few times until his eyes are able to focus again. Marching towards them is a man. Tall, slender, very pale, with red hair and coal black eyes. He wears a long threadbare coat and an old, loose sweater, as well as ripped jeans, all in black. Mo figures he’s some demon, sent to collect him, and his spine grows cold. Terrified, even as he knows he should be down there.

Angel, he finds himself thinking, if it’s so important that I stay alive, this might be a good time to show you hecking face.

Before he’s able to move, Elinor shoots.

The man (demon?) stumbles back a couple steps, but he resumes his marching no more than a second later. His face is unreadable. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t even seem to breathe. Mo can’t tell what his intentions are, but one thing is certain: he’s coming for him.

He’s climbing up the stairs now and Mo is taking some hesitant steps back, and Elinor and Meggie are both pushing him forward, to make him hold his ground. Then it’s Meggie who lunges at the man, sinks the demon knife into his chest with all her strength. Mo pulls her back before the creature has the time to react, puts himself between them. A small smile creeps up on the demon as he pulls the blade clean off his chest, unbothered. He lets it fall to the ground with a loud clang.

After everything he’s seen and killed, Mo isn’t much religious, but he’s saying a soft prayer in his head as he puts up his gun and stares down the barrel at the creature.

“Who are you and what do you want?” He barks, trying his hardest not to let his voice waver.

Lightning cracks again and Mo’s mind fills with a memory that had been suppressed – flying out of Hell, dazed, feverish. Someone’s hand, a hard grip on his shoulder, where there’s a scar now. Wings flapping around them. And red hair.

He blinks up and the angel smiles. “Hello, Mortimer. You called for me. Twice.”

#asks #gremlin #my fics #dustimer #spn au #destiel au #inkheart #dustfinger x mo #dustfinger #mo folchart #meggie folchart #elinor loredan

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idontblushsrry · 4 years ago

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Uhh may I make a request for Ouran High School Host club? Just a headcanon for how the host would react to meeting someone how is a big time animal lover. (Like they pretty much live there life like the Irwin family)

A/N: I was thinking about how I’d write this and my brain just went ‘they lost their shit at the sight of instant coffee’, so uhh I hope this is to your liking. I tried to get as much animal variety as I could even though I didn’t really touch on marine animals that much)

Warnings: Like 2 swear words (pinky promise), slight drug mention(literally so small you might not even notice it), spoilers (minor) for Tamaki’s mom

Word Count: 1292

General

So this is under the assumption that like the Irwin family, Reader (or their family) has access to a wide variety of animals (from domestic to wild)

All of them respect the passion you have for animals

While they all might have various feelings on animals (see below), they can’t deny that you truly do love animals

Your family’s sanctuary focuses on healing injured animals and rehabilitating them so they can go back into the wild

Of course, your family has many sanctuaries around the world and some focus more on conservation while others focus on research

The one closest to the school focuses mainly on conservation and as such, is massive and functions like a zoo ( in terms of having people come in and see the animals)

Anyways, the host club is very supportive and often helps you with organizing donation events

Oftentimes, your family will collaborate with them and allow them to rent out parts of the conservation center for events

Aside from the conservation center though, your family owns a few ranches and farms (not for commercial profit, although yall have sold a few animals)

The farms and ranches are relatively small scale but they make great venues for the host club and a great place for getaways/vacations

Your main house is where you keep most of your favorite animals

You have an aviary attached to your room (connected through a hallway that connects to your room) as well as a butterfly garden in the backyard

You also have an aquarium tank, 2 dogs, 1 cat, 1 snake, and a hamster that visits on weekends

You had to be stopped at some point

Tamaki

Tamaki loves animals

He was never really around animals growing up because of how sensitive his mom’s immune system is

So when he sees that you’re an animal person, he’s super excited

Like this man is already planning playdates between Antoinette and your pets/animals

You love his enthusiasm, just one small problem

It’s a little too much enthusiasm

Yes the animals are well trained, but how would you react if a 6′0 giant with long arms came barreling towards you screaming showing its teeth?

So yeah, Tamaki tends to set the animals off/ make them nervous

Because of that he’s only allowed around certain animals (ex. certain monkeys, certain birds, etc.)

He’s happy that he’s allowed around some animals but he still pouts every time there’s an animal he can’t be around

Kyoya

This man

Kyoya does not fuck with animals. Like at all

The first time the host club went to your house, you were holding a hamster and Kyoya moved back about 10 feet

When you asked him what was wrong, he just said “Rats are carriers of many of the most deadly diseases”

You told him that you were holding a hamster and that while hamsters were rodents, the worst he’d get sick with would be salmonella

He doesn’t believe you, but yeah sure whatever

For Kyoya it just gets worse after that

The first time he sees you holding a tarantula, he loses his shit

“Look how cute it is Kyoya!”

“Get that vermin away from me!”

I could go on and on about how much Kyoya doesn’t like animals (even domestic ones like cats and dogs)

He hates going to your house, but he often has to go there in order to set up events for the host club, what a nightmare

While he doesn’t care for animals, the business side of his brain can’t help but think of a marketing opportunity

Mori

Is one of two hosts that are going to be chill about it

He doesn’t feel one way or the other about animals and thinks it’s cool that you’re interested in them

Only thing is; if Honey’s afraid of your animals, he will have to ask you to leave he won’t hesitate to step in “harm’s” way

Surprisingly though, that actually makes him the chillest with your animals

Much to your surprise (and Tamaki’s sorrow), the animals love him

He just has this calming vibe that sets the animals at ease

It also helps that he smells nice and is super tall

For most of them it’s like sitting on a giant tree

He’s not really complaining though, it makes his job of protecting Honey that much easier

Honey

Oh boy

He might actually be the worst with animals

It’s not even an issue of being unable to defend against aggressive animals (Honey could probably solo a grizzly bear)

It’s just he has a very strict “cute” animal policy that changes wildly depending on his mood, the temperature, the angle of the wind, the humidity, etc.

He’s very bougie when it comes to what animals he will tolerate and what animals he will refuse to see

The general safe choices are rabbits (especially bunnies), kittens, cows, tits (the bird species), and baby animals of almost every domestic mammal species)

Him and the hamster you see on weekends are best friends

Also, you have had issues with him trying to feed the animals sweets

Explaining to Honey why rabbits can’t have carrot cake was not an easy conversation, nor was it one you thought you’d need to have

Because of how specific he is about what animals he finds cute, you likened him to a crocodile (because of how sensitive they are to temp. changes in egg)

Needless to say...he was not pleased

Hikaru

So him and Kaoru don’t really care for animals but they try to relate to you in somewhat similar but different ways

Hikaru is always trying to get you to do/recreate stunts with the animals

“Hey Y/N, we should-”

“No Hikaru”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say”

“No you cannot use the dolphins for hoop tricks, no you cannot teach the gorillas how to roll blunts, no you cannot “bribe” the koalas with eucalyptus...”

Yeah he’s a menace

It’s mostly all in good fun though

Hikaru doesn’t really care for animals but he does find it hilarious that the animals like him more than Tamaki

Also, completely random but Hikaru definitely send you those “horse-sized duck vs duck sized horses” memes

Kaoru

Kaoru also tries to use animals on the internet to relate to you, but he’s a lot tamer than Kaoru

Kaoru is kind of like the parent who learns one thing you like and is like “that’s your entire personality right?”

Poor bby is trying his best

Anyways, whereas Hikaru tries to recreate memes, Kaoru sends you them

They range in quality and format; from top text, bottom text to “is this a ____”

At least once a day, Kaoru will send you a meme or picture of an animal with a caption that says ‘this reminded me of u :)’

It’s so endearing that you can’t even be mad about it

Haruhi

Is the only other one who’s kind of cool about the whole thing

She’s really only been around animals in the park or the occasional pet store

Growing up, she didn’t really have the time (or money) to go to the zoo, that and the fact that Ranka doesn’t care at all for animals (she thinks they’re weird and gross)

When Tamaki hears this, he works himself up into a frenzy, torn that his “daughter” has never been to a zoo (even tho he hasn’t either)

But she likes the fact that you’re so passionate about animals

At heart, she’s a scholar, so she loves learning new things she didn’t know before, she could spend all day just listening to you talk about animals

Not to mention the fact that you’re basically giving her a free informational tour every time you see an animal

#ohshc imagines #ohshc x reader #ohshc headcanons #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #honey senpai #mori senpai #haruhi fujioka

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dancingstarsbornfromchaos · 3 years ago

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Some random background story headcanons I have for Evil Rick, since there’s really not enough content about his character! (And since I was encouraged to share by a lovely person)

As a young kid, Rick showed all the signs what psychiatry would later label as a Conduct Disorder (which in teenagers is called Antisocial Personality Disorder): complete disregard for social norms, delinquent behaviour (mostly in the form of skipping school, stealing and destruction of property), lack of empathy, cruelty towards animals, intimidating behaviours, open aggression. So, he was damaged goods since the very start, capable of, and very willing to, destroying and twisting everything he touched.

Being as smart as he was just made it worse. He quickly learnt how not to get caught, how to act behind others’ back, how to make sure that he could get away with it, even when everyone was aware of the kind of little monster he was. But no proof, no crime, right?

He even sent several of his classmates to the hospital through his elementary and middle school years, leaving some of them deeply traumatised in the aftermath and a couple physically impaired.

His family never did anything about it. The Sanchez struggled with money and Rick’s mother was far too busy working her three job’s to care for her son...a son she hadn’t wanted to have to start with. As for his father, the man was half an alcoholic and half a criminal and, while absent in his son’s life, he was around more and the only figure Rick could learn something from. And what he learnt was that when you wanted something, the quickest way to go around the issue was to take it, rules and consent be damned.

While his parents never physically abused him, Rick grew up in a state of complete neglect (emotional, but also material), having to fend for himself since an age when he should have been too young to even just be alone in the house.

At every new school he was sent to, he attracted the attention of the local bullies, but it never lasted. Eventually, something really nasty happened to them and everyone learnt to keep their distances, kids and adults alike.

School still felt like a waste of time to him, so he chose to focus on teaching himself what he needed and wanted to learn. And that was were most of his efforts went. While he never felt the need for a connection with other people, unless it involved causing them pain or gaining something out of it, science was the one thing that made him feel more than just anger, frustration, boredom or the need to break everything around him. Where he usually lived following a primal urge for destruction, it gave him a chance to experience what it was like to create.

He left home at 16, and his family never even thought of looking for him. He made money through his inventions and crime, usually never getting fully involved and preferring to stand aside and watch the chaos his schemes and twisted games led to.

Soon, however, all that was no longer enough. Everything he did got dull faster and faster and Earth started to feel like a prison, which lead him to work obsessively on finding a way to leave that ball of dirt behind.

Diane was a convenient opportunity. She was good-looking in a way that society approved, she was easy to fall for his lone wolf act and her will too see good even where there was none made her easy to manipulate. And, more importantly, she had enough normalcy to hide away Rick’s abnormalities too. He never loved her, nor the daughter they had together. He just got her pregnant so he could marry her and use her as a walking hideout while he kept on pursuing his own interests in peace.

The very same day he finished to build his space ship, Rick packed his stuff and left in the middle of the day, while Diane was off to pick up a 5-years-old Beth out of school. He didn’t leave a note, never looked back. And forgot about them both pretty quickly too.

In that bloodied, lawless mess that space turned to be, Rick truly thrived for the first time in his life. He turned himself into a mercenary, working for whoever managed to pique his interest the most and for whoever offered him the best chance to get creative with his work. The Federation was hardly the only one to suffer from his games and whims. Some came to say that Rick Sanchez destroyed civilizations for breakfast, if he woke up in that kind of mood. Or if he had a bit too much to drink the night before.

He met the Squanchy and the Birdperson of his dimensions, but they never became friends. They were just people he had dealt with while he sold weapons to the Rebellion, two faces who stood up just a little more in a sea of a thousands more.

Of course, his lifestyle and disregard for the consequences earned him an endless list of enemy. He was hunted down and captured, tortured in all the conceivable ways. He was almost killed several times, violated in the body and the mind alike. He lost counts of all the substances that were put and that he willingly put into his body, which by now was synthetic and part machine than human. Yet, he always came out on top, covered in blood and with that insane, terrifying tingle in his eyes shining just a bit brighter each time.

Meeting other Ricks and learning about interdimensional traveling marked a new turn in his life. He moved through different realities, took a vague interest in studying the differences in the course or history (and eventually found most of them pathetic and unworthy of his time). He even spent a couple of years living on the Citadel, hidden away in its darkest corners, always under the radar.

One thing stuck with him of all his experiences among his other selves, the same thing that eventually pushed him travel back to his own Earth, something he had never even just considered doing after having left it behind for good. The boy.

Showing up at his estranged daughter’s door, Rick quickly learnt two things: one, he wasn’t welcome but they let him stay anyway because he was bringing resources they didn’t have and, especially, because Beth was smart enough to figure that there was no denying him; secondly, his daughter’s family was no different from the one he had grown up with. A house full of indifference and neglect, where the kids were left to their own devices, no matter the consequences.

His 10-years-old Morty turned out to be nothing like Rick had been as a child. He was weak, easily scared, too full of stupid hopes and dreams, craving to be nurtured and given the affection that none of the people around him was willing to offer. He was pathetic, even, a crying, shivering mess. And yet, Rick didn’t miss it, the spark of strong willpower and stubbornness that would have allowed the kid to thrive just as Rick himself had done, if properly cultivated.

Useless to say, Rick didn’t hesitate to completely take over Morty’s life. It wasn’t like there was anyone to stop him or to worry or give a damn anyway. He planned on breaking the kid into pieces, literally and figuratively, over and over and over, using his own horrifying experiences as a guide. He would have forced him to accept that there was nothing in his life, in his universe but Rick. Then he would have put him back together, shaped him and molded him into something as resilient as Rick’s own wrecked life had made him. A sharp tool, a deadly weapon, a helpful sidekick. And, perhaps, one day, a partner. Because, whether or not he was willing to admit it, Morty was the first and only person Rick was ever able and ever wished to truly connect with.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #evil rick #rnm headcanons #ram headcanons #rick and morty headcanons #[ he and Evil Morty are my second fave duo ]#[ I wish there was more content about them ]

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