#he just turned 3 years old right after we adopted him and will be 10 next February already

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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Prologue

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 7839 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together.

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

Long summary I know, but I'm attempting something that I haven't tried to do in a long time and I've had this thought in my head for ages so I've just got to get it out now. This story will cover the plot from Season One to the beginning of Season Three. Apologies if anything is vague or inaccurate, I haven't watched the show in a while and cannot be bothered going back to get it right when the main plot of this story is entirely of my own design and not canon. Also, for the sake of the growing-up-together part, I've brought Dick's family's death up so he is taken in by Bruce earlier than 12 years old. I've always loved this version of Dick Grayson (Nightwing) in Young Justice and I hope I do him justice for those of you who also loved the show and him xx

~~~

(10 years old)

'Don't worry, my beloved,' Diana said in a soothing voice, patting her daughter's head gently as the car pulled up. 'It's not so scary on the inside.'

Wayne Manor was made of grey columns and dark shadows it seemed to little ten-year-old Y/N, who couldn't shake the feeling that the house was full of ghosts. It was an imposing structure, making her wonder how anyone would choose to live in such a cold and lifeless place.

'I want to go home, Mother,' she whimpered, backing away from the car window.

Diana turned her daughter's head to face her, giving her best reassuring smile to alleviate some of her daughter's worries. 'We will, but I need to take care of something first and I can't leave you at home alone. My very good friend has kindly offered for his butler to look after you while we sort our business out. He has a son that I think you will get along with quite well.'

Y/N couldn't believe that a child lived in the scary house outside, but she knew when not to question her mother.

Her mother was always busy, it didn't matter what time of the day or night. Y/N didn't quite know what her mother did, but she knew it was dangerous, as her mother would come home with cuts and bruises, exhausted from whatever she'd just been doing. The partial truth of it all came out just last week, as Y/N and her nanny had been attacked in their small apartment in Washington DC. The nanny had locked Y/N in the bathroom when the men attacked so Y/N didn't see what happened to her. But Y/N had heard her screams, had heard the men laughing at her anguish. She'd heard her mother finally arrive and slaughter the men. And when Y/N was finally let out of the bathroom, her mother's red, white, blue and gold metallic outfit was covered in blood, as was the sword she'd dropped as she pulled Y/N into her arms tightly.

Whatever kind of work her mother and her mother's "good friend" were involved in, if she said Wayne Manor was the safest place to be when she worked, then Y/N wouldn't argue.

It didn't stop Y/N from squeezing her mother's hand to the point of cut off circulation as they walked from the car into the scary house.

'Miss Prince,' a man in a tuxedo said in welcome. He was partially bald and his moustache twitched when he spoke.

'Alfred,' Diana said, giving the older man a warm smile. 'So good to see you again. And please, I am Diana to friends and family.'

'Of course,' Alfred said, a cheeky smile on his face, 'but forgive me if I prefer to be a little old-fashioned, Miss Prince.'

'Very well,' Diana said, turning her gaze down to Y/N. 'This is my daughter, Y/N.'

Alfred smiled warmly down at Y/N, crouching ever so slightly to hold out his hand. 'A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Y/N. Welcome to Wayne Manor.'

Y/N hesitated in taking his hand. She'd always been taught to be cautious around strangers.

'Come on, Y/N,' Diana insisted. 'Don't be rude.'

Y/N, with her free hand, accepted Alfred's outstretched one, giving it a firm shake like she'd seen her mother do with people she had meetings with at work and at home.

'My, you certainly have your mother's strength,' Alfred commented as he stood back up, shaking his hand a little. 'I'll be sure not to mess with you when you grow older.'

Y/N didn't have time to process what Alfred meant when two dark figures walked down a grand staircase into the lobby they stood in. As they drew closer to the light, Y/N distinguished one as a tall and broad-shouldered man with dark hair, neat attire, and a stern face. Beside him was a small child close to her height, also with dark hair and flashing blue eyes. Unlike the taller man, though, his face was bright with intrigue and mischief.

'Diana,' the tall man said by way of greeting as he reached the ground floor with the boy.

'Bruce,' she replied, walking herself and Y/N over to him and the boy. 'Thank you for offering to look after Y/N tonight.'

'Well, it won't be me personally,' Bruce replied, 'but I'm sure Alfred will be able to look after them while we're gone.'

'If I could raise you to be the man that you are today, Master Bruce, I am sure two beautiful children won't be much of a task,' Alfred called out casually as he closed the front door and exited the room.

'I've contacted Clark,' Bruce continued. 'He says he'll meet us at the rendezvous point. We should leave soon.'

Diana nodded. 'Okay.'

To her surprise, Y/N found Bruce's gaze on her, and his stern expression softened as he looked her over. 'This must be the famous Y/N I've heard so much about.'

Y/N remembered her mother's lessons on etiquette and nodded politely. 'Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne.'

Bruce surprised her again as a small smile broke out, making him look younger and less intimidating than before. 'It's nice to meet you too, Y/N,' he said, looking down to the boy beside him. 'This is my ward, Richard.'

The young boy groaned in annoyance. 'It's Dick, Bruce. You know I don't like it when you use my real name.'

Bruce sighed, but conceded. 'Sorry, this is Dick. I hope the two of you get along tonight, Y/N.'

Before Y/N could reply, Dick stepped forward so that they only stood a step apart. His blue eyes were so bright as they scanned over her, and it took all of her will not to hide behind her mother.

He squinted sceptically at her. 'Do you like sparring, Y/N?'

'Dick,' Bruce exclaimed, eyes wide with horror. 'That's not something you should ask-'

Y/N ignored Bruce's protests as she locked eyes with Dick. She saw the challenge in them, and whatever fears she had about coming here faded away. A fire sparked in her, and she couldn't help herself but grab Dick's unsuspecting wrist and flip him over her and land him on his back. Before he could get up, she pressed a knee to his neck softly as she held him down.

'Y/N!' Diana exclaimed. 'That is not how we treat-'

She was cut off by the sound of Dick laughing, a sound so pure and light it brightened up the gloomy interior of the manor. Dick looked up at Y/N, not even bothered by the fact she was an inch away from cutting off his airway. 'Oh yeah, we're going to get along just fine, Bruce.'

The last of her apprehension to the arrangement disappeared as she released Dick from her death grip and helped him to his feet, a bright smile gracing her features.

'Where'd you learn to flip like that?' Dick asked.

'My mother,' she answered proudly. 'We've practiced for thirty minutes everyday since I was eight. I've also been taking classes back in Washington in judo and karate.'

'Cool!' Dick said. 'Maybe you can teach me some moves?'

'Sure!' Y/N answered.

Without even hesitating, Dick grabbed Y/N's hand and took off running to who knew where, words falling from him like a dam that had just been broken. 'Awesome! And then I can show you some of the cool gymnast tricks I picked up in the circus.'

'You were in the circus? That's so cool!'

The two of them were lost in their own world as Bruce and Diana remained in the lobby, looking after their children lovingly before they disappeared completely. When silence filled the room once more, they turned to each other.

'How much does she know?' Bruce asked.

Diana sighed. 'Enough to know that she will never have a normal life. Not after the incident last week. I thought I had a bit more time.'

Bruce placed a hand on his friend's shoulder comfortingly. 'I'm sorry, Diana. Truly. It's hard enough protecting a child who isn't your own. At least Dick has known death before. He knows everything.'

Diana nodded her appreciation, patting Bruce's hand before he let it drop. 'She will know, one day, what all this means. What her destiny is. Until now she has shown how much of Steve she has in her.' Diana paused at the memory of her fallen lover, feeling the tears rise up whenever she thought of him. 'But I fear she will grow to inherit my power, my responsibilities. I don't know if I'm ready to let her become that for the world. Not yet.'

'Diana,' Bruce said softly, 'she might not have a choice one day. I fear the same thing for Dick. You and I won't be around forever. The world will look to them to help, one day.'

Somewhere in the distance, Y/N and Dick's laughter resonated through the manor, giving it a warmth Bruce hadn't felt in a while. He smiled at the sensation. 'But for now, they have a choice. They can choose to be kids. Until the world no longer needs us.'

~~~

(11 years old)

'Uuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhh,' Y/N groaned as she flopped onto Dick's bed, textbook flattening over her face in defeat. 'I give up. I'm never going to pass this infuriating maths exam next week.'

All Y/N received was an amused laugh from the dark-haired boy, resulting in her throwing her textbook at his head where we sat on the floor. But Dick had always been quick, dodging the book easily. He was even more quick since they'd started training with each other since she moved to Gotham permanently for school.

She was enrolled at the same school as Dick: Gotham Academy. It was the best school in the area, and when she'd received her scholarship, her mother couldn't refuse her wishes to move. Y/N stayed in the boarding house for the most part, but being friends with the Bruce Wayne's only son certainly had its perks. Such as getting out of the boarding house whenever she needed to study and train without prying eyes.

Dick laughed again. 'Come on, Y/N,' he said, picking up her strewn textbook and offering it back to her. 'It's not so bad. We're just trying to find x.'

Y/N rolled over onto her stomach so Dick wasn't upside down anymore. 'Yes, and it is impossible! I mean, they give us nothing to try and figure out a and b, but we need them both to find out x. How?!'

When Y/N didn't take her book back, Dick put it on the ground and shuffled forwards. He did so until he was half an arm's length away from Y/N's face where it rested in her hands.

'All right, let's have a break,' he said. 'Focus on something else. How about... Ooo, I know! What would your vigilante name be?'

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed. 'What?'

'Your vigilante name,' Dick reported. 'You know, like a code name for ordinary people to refer you by. Like Bruce for example, he's Batman.'

'So like my mother too, who is Wonder Woman,' Y/N added.

Dick nodded. 'Correct. When we start fighting bad guys - and we will some day - we will need alter egos so villains don't pursue us outside of an ordinary mission.'

Y/N sat up as Dick jumped to his feet, pulling out all kinds of ninja-karate moves, many of which Y/N had taught him herself over the last year. 'I think I'll be something winged too. Batman needs to be accompanied by another flying animal, don't you think?'

'That is... logical,' Y/N admitted, though not understanding his motives for the specific topic. 'I haven't given much thought to the matter, honestly. I'm too busy trying to find this dumb x value.'

Dick landed a slam kick against thin air before he took up a normal standing position in front of Y/N. He smiled down proudly at her. 'I was thinking of just bird,' he confessed, taking a seat beside her on his bed, 'but then I thought that was boring. Batman and Bird, yeah sooooo intimidating. So I was thinking maybe Hawk, or Sparrow-'

'Why does it have to be intimidating?' Y/N asked.

Dick paused for the first time in the conversation and looked at her as if she was crazy. 'Because Batman is intimidating. I don't want to be seen as a sissy when I rock up beside him to fights. I defs won't feel the aster, then.'

'But shouldn't a hero be giving people reassurance and hope when they come to save people?' Y/N countered. 'Why would you want to be something that all people dread when you enter the door. I think a hero's name should be strong and encouraging. Something like my mother's.'

Dick rolled his eyes. 'You're just saying that because she's you're mum.'

Y/N shook her head. 'No I'm not. I've seen it first hand. When my mother shows up to lend a hand, the people cry with joy and relief because they know she will do all that she can to save them. I'm not saying Batman - Bruce - doesn't do the same thing, but I just know that when I have to be a hero, I would hope my name inspires people to keep hoping. Not fear me.'

Y/N watched Dick process her words, saw his piercing blue eyes grow distant as he looked down at his hands. For a moment, Y/N worried she'd ruined everything. That she'd overstepped. Dick and Bruce's relationship - it was more of an arrangement, in her opinion - was tenuous to say the least, the two of them always dancing on a very thin line that could snap at any moment when push comes to shove. Either way, it wasn't her place to comment on how Dick should handle his relationship to Bruce.

However, when Dick looked up to Y/n again, she was relieved to find he wasn't angry at her. In fact, a soft smile had bloomed on his lips.

'You're right,' he said softly. 'I don't have to be scary. Bruce has that all covered.'

'Glad to hear it,' Y/N replied with a a reciprocal smile. 'So... anymore ideas on your name?'

'Well, I still believe it's got to be a bird of sorts,' Dick answered. 'But let's steer clear of the birds of prey, shall we? Maybe Jaybird, or Bluebird. No, that's stupid. Raven? Nah, that's going backwards...'

'How about Robin?' Y/N suggested, and Dick's smile broadened to the point Y/N was scared he'd split his mouth right open.

'That's perfect!' he exclaimed, bringing her into a hug. 'Batman and Robin. It's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?'

'It sure does,' Y/N said, grateful to have helped.

When Dick let her go, he said, 'Now how about you? What do you think your vigilante name should be?'

Y/N thought about it for a moment, but could only come up with one name. 'I like Wonder Woman, but mother already has that. I don't think two of us would make it easy for the public, especially if she is still working.'

'That is true,' Dick replied, turning away from her as he delved into deep thought. Y/N could tell he was thinking deeply as his tongue was poking out ever so slightly - the thing he always did when he was concentrating really hard. Y/N always found it amusing since the day she met him.

Y/N jumped a little when Dick suddenly cried out with excitement. He turned back to her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look directly at him. 'How about we take inspiration from your mother? Use part of her name to create yours. Like Wonder Girl!'

Y/N shook her head. 'No, that's really lame, Dick.'

'Wonder Kid?'

'No.'

'Wonder... Child?'

'No!'

Dick snapped his fingers and his eyes brightened as Y/N assumed a great thought popped into his head. 'I've got it: Wonderess! You know, like Wonder Woman and goddess put together!'

'Wonderess...' Y/N tested it out on her tongue, and she smiled at how easy it rolled off. It was simple, it was to the point. She could just hear the world now, shouting and screaming and crying her name for joy, for help.

She couldn't stop her smile from widening and matching Dick's. 'I love it.'

'Great!' Dick slid back down to the floor and grabbed the forgotten textbook she'd thrown at him earlier. 'Now, oh mighty and powerful Wonderess, time for you to conquer the alluding and difficult enemy that is mathematics.'

Despite her earlier anguish, Y/N felt rejuvenated and took the book from Dick and opened it back to the page she'd failed to understand. 'Then conquer mathematics we shall, oh sneaky and charming Robin.'

Dick flashed her one of his dazzling smiles. 'Oh yeah, I can see it now. Robin is going to be popular with the ladies when I'm older.'

Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't contain her smile. 'Don't make me throw this book at you again.'

Dick raised his hands in mock surrender before they both dove back into their respective homework. But after five minutes of work, Y/N had another thought.

'Dick. What does "aster" mean?' ~~~

(13 years)

When Y/N had walked into the Hall of Justice earlier that day, she never imagined that she'd end up helping her best friend and the sidekicks of the Flash and Aquaman break into a top secret and highly secured lab centre, get captured by the mad scientists running the show down there, break out and now be standing in front of the Justice League as a Superman look-alike (that they'd broke into for and out of with) stared down his creation's inspiration.

'Start talking' Batman said, finally breaking the tense silence.

Between Kaldur, Wally, Dick, and Y/N (Superboy, Y/N realised early on, didn't talk much), the story of how they ended up at Cadmus and pretty much destroyed it was eventually told. Afterwards, the blockbuster monster they'd fought was taken away by Green Lantern and some other League members. Y/N couldn't help but peak at her mother as Wonder Woman herself conversed with Superman and Martian Manhunter. For a brief moment, Diana looked her daughter's way then quickly averted her gaze. But Y/N knew from that one look that her mother was unimpressed by her actions today.

'Cadmus will be investigated,' Batman said, after Superman said a frosty goodbye to his younger clone. 'All fifty-two levels. But let's make one thing clear-'

'You should've called!' the Flash finished, crossing his arms, clearly disappointed in his sidekick's efforts.

'End results aside, we are not happy,' Batman continued. 'You hacked Justice League systems; you disobeyed direct orders; and you endangered lives. You will not be doing this again.'

Y/N's heart faltered at the very notion. Despite the wreckage and the stress and the struggles they had faced, Y/N very much liked working with Dick, with Kaldur and Wally too. Even the Superboy was enjoyable at some points. To never work with them again was not something she expected she would miss after one mission.

Kaldur and the other boys must've read her mind, as he stepped forward, standing tall and speaking with a strong voice well beyond his years. 'I'm sorry,' he began, eyes never leaving Batman, 'but we will.'

'Aqualad,' Aquaman started, stepping up behind Batman. 'Stand down.'

'Apologies, my King. But no,' Aqualad replied. 'We did good work here tonight. The work you trained us to do. Together. On our own. We forged something powerful. Important.'

'If this is about your treatment at the hall,' the Flash started, 'the four of you-'

'The five of us,' Wally corrected, looking directly at Superboy as he did, 'and it's not.'

'Batman,' Dick said, stepping to the front of the group. 'We're ready to use what you taught us. Or why teach us at all?'

'Why let them tell us what to do?' Superboy interrupted, pushing past Dick to take the lead. 'It's simple, get on board. Or get out of the way.'

Y/N joined her friends in staring down the heads of the Justice League. It was an intimidating figure they all posed, but Y/N knew she was doing the right thing. That her and her friends had done the right thing tonight.

Diana joined Batman, the Flash, and Martian Manhunter, her face unreadable and voice monotone. 'Are you sure this is the path you would like to forge, Wonderess?' she asked, her voice echoing in the crater they stood in.

Apart from Dick and Bruce, no one else (to Y/N's knowledge) knew that Wonder Woman and Wonderess were related in any manner. Not that either disguised themselves like other heroes did - purposefully hiding their faces to conceal their identities like Batman and the Flash - but neither outwardly acknowledged their true relationship either.

However, Y/N could tell her mother wasn't just asking her as her sidekick, but as her daughter. Was Y/N really prepared to risk all she had trained for, for some... strangers?

Y/N eyed the golden lasso that hung at her mother's hip, and opened her hand to summon the seemingly never-ending rope into her hand. It wrapped around several times, then glowed as Y/N clenched a tight fist around it.

'I am more certain than I have ever been, Wonder Woman,' Y/N replied, feeling the lasso urge her to speak all her truth. 'While I still endeavour to one day be your successor, my place is with my friends right now. We need to walk this path together, wherever it leads. I know this to be absolute truth.'

Y/N sucked in a breath as she let go of the lasso, feeling slightly drained from the power it had over her. Dick put a hand on her back to brace her as she recovered. Once Y/N had caught her breath, she spared Dick a grateful smile, which he reciprocated.

Just as it had been from day one, they would ride this wave together. No matter how rough.

The very next day, the five of them were taken to Mount Justice, the backup facility for the Justice League as Batman explained. Upon arrival, they met M'gann, Martian Manhunter's niece, and soon after Artemis was brought into the mix.

Soon, they were the Young Justice.

~~~

(13 years old)

'Congratulations team, you have won the day,' Red Tornado said as he laid dismembered on the ground.

The rest of the team had just reconnected as the Justice computer phased a date and time code onto one of the glass walls of the Watchtower. It read: January 01, 00:00 EST.

'Happy New Year, Justice League,' the computer announced.

To no one's surprise, Wally picked up Artemis and pulled her in for a long-awaited kiss. M'gann and Connor paired up, so did Rocket and Aqualad surprisingly.

Y/N felt uncomfortable watching them all making out, so she turned to her best friend so they could give them all some privacy. 'Hey Dick, let's go-'

But as she turned around, Y/N saw that Dick had also paired off with someone: Zatanna. This time, Y/N couldn't help but stare as the two of them made out.

Since day one of Zatanna joining the team, Y/N had noticed Dick had a thing for her. Who wouldn't? She was beautiful, she was just a year older than them but that just made her more desirable, and she was good with magic!

Something stirred inside Y/N, something that twisted her guts to the point she thought she'd throw up. Was it jealousy? No, she wasn't the jealous type. Besides, Dick was her best friend, no one could change that. He could kiss whoever he wanted to kiss. At the end of the day, they'd still talk and laugh and spar and go get ice cream together.

...Right?

'Human customs still allude me,' Red Tornado said from his place on the floor.

'You're not the only one...' Y/N mumbled to herself, standing all alone.

~~~

(16 years old)

Y/N was just sparring on a test dummy when Dick entered the training ring looking a little worse for wear, his usual mischievous smile not visible.

'Hey,' Y/N said, finishing up her combo of kicks and punches, heaving in deep breaths. 'What's up, bird brain?'

He didn't reply straight away, instead standing on the edge of the fight ring as if afraid to step out of the shadows and into the light. Y/N raised an eyebrow in confusion. 'Dick?'

When he didn't respond again, Y/N walked over to him. And when she got closer, she realised why he remained in the darkness.

'Have you been crying?' she asked softly, scared to speak too loud in case he ran away.

Dick wasn't an emotional guy. He just wasn't. He was the mischievous gremlin who kept the team together with his witty remarks, charm, and sheer intelligence. And even though Kaldur had been the leader of their team for years now, Dick always wanted to be a leader like Bruce was for the Justice League. He never gave himself room to be emotional.

So for him to stand in front of Y/N with red-rimmed eyes and tear marks streaking down his face, whatever had just happened had to be so impactful it finally broke his resolve.

He averted his eyes. 'Zatanna,' he started, biting his lip to suppress sobs falling out between the words. 'She broke up with me.'

Subconsciously, Y/N had been dreaming about hearing those words for a long time. She didn't quite understand why, as Zatanna was a close friend and Dick was by far her best friend so of course she only ever wanted happiness for them. But now that Dick stood in front of her so broken and sad, Y/N only felt sorry and remorse.

'Oh Dick,' she said. 'I'm so sorry... How can I help?'

Dick shook his head vigorously, eyes still averted from her. 'Can you just... Can we spar please? I think I really need that right now.'

His tone was restrained, as if he were holding back what he really thought. Y/N had half a thought to suggest they just talk, but when he finally looked directly at her, how could she refuse her best friend? After all, she was the only one he never wore his glasses around. Even after all these years with the team, he trusted no one else but her with his identity.

The original members knew, but even then he still wore his shades around them half the time if he wasn't in his vigilante suit. But not around Y/N, though. Never around Y/N.

'All right,' Y/N conceded, walking with him back to the centre of the fighting ring. She stood in her usual starting position, hands raised and feet split ready to fight. 'Same rules as last time?'

Dick nodded. 'No flying from you, no gadgets from me. Just us.'

'Perfect.'

Y/N launched into a heated sparring match, much more heated than any other match she'd had before with him. Sparring matches are usually to practice a skill, usually some punches can be pulled. But not now, Dick was throwing himself into everything, becoming sloppy, opening himself up. While the first few jabs Y/N got in were small victories, she soon grew worried as he grew more and more reckless as the match progressed.

'You're opening yourself up too easily, Dick,' Y/N commented between heavy breaths. 'Tighten up your stance.'

Dick groaned with frustration in answer, throwing another punch at her which she easily ducked and palm-punched his abdomen hard. He stumbled back as he caught his breath, but Y/N took it as her chance to end the fight as she charged at him, crash-tackled him to the mat with a bit more super-strength than she'd been using and pinning his limbs to the ground.

Dick struggled under her, but she refused to let go. 'Concede, Grayson. Now,' she demanded.

She rarely used his last name, only when he was in serious trouble or when she really needed him to listen. So he stopped, and he looked up at her and he nodded. 'I concede,' he said between huffs of air.

Y/N nodded her head in acknowledgement before stepping off him and helping him to his feet. For years they had been the same height, but once Dick had hit fourteen, he shot up fast. He was still lean and more on the skinny side, but he was toned in certain places and he now stood a head taller than Y/N. But she didn't let his new height stop her from locking eyes with him.

'Do you feel... somewhat better now?' she asked cautiously, feeling that Dick was on the brink of an explosion, she was just unsure what kind it would be.

To her surprise, Dick's piercing blue eyes welled up with tears. 'No,' he said.

Y/N immediately wrapped her arms around him, and Dick fell into her and wrapped himself around her as if she were a warm blanket on a cold night. They stood like that - with Dick crying silently into her shoulder and Y/N rubbing soothing circles into his back - for who knew how long. A minute, two, an hour maybe. It didn't matter, Dick needed Y/N'S help so she would stay there as long for as it took.

'She said she couldn't do it anymore,' he said finally, tears finally finished running, but he still didn't break from Y/N's embrace. 'The long distance.'

'Being promoted to the Justice League is a huge commitment, Dick,' Y/N offered.

'It's not just that, though,' he said. 'I think she couldn't take me anymore. Ever since Jason-'

His voice cracked on the mention of his fallen brother, the next ward Bruce had taken under his wing. When he joined the team, Jason took over the Robin mantle, giving Dick freedom to explore a new path of vigilante identity. One outside of Bruce's shadow and the dynamic duo of Batman and Robin. He'd settled upon Nightwing - another name Y/N helped come up with - and he'd taught Jason everything he knew about being Robin and how he could find his own meaning for the role.

But Jason never got the chance to do the same for the next Robin, who Bruce mentioned would never be found after Jason's death. Jason had been killed on a mission with the Batman himself only a month ago, and Dick had secretly been a wreck ever since. He'd learnt from his sponsor who to hide his emotions, but Y/N assumed he had to let it out to someone or someones every so often. Those people were herself, and no doubt Zatanna.

Despite her bubbly and adventurous personality, Zatanna knew death, knew grief. It suddenly angered Y/N at the thought that Zatanna had dumped Dick because he was grieving and couldn't give her the attention he had become known to give her daily.

Y/N held her tongue as she pulled him tighter, though. Now was not the time to rub salt into his open and bloody wound.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me, Dick,' Y/N reassured him. 'I understand.'

He squeezed her tighter. 'First my family, then Jason, now Zatanna. Promise me you won't leave too. Promise.'

'I promise, Dick,' Y/N answered. 'I'll always be here if you need me.'

Dick finally pulled away from her, but only far enough that he still held her in his arms and she had to angle her head harshly upwards to look him in the eye. Despite the redness, Dick's eyes still shone a blue that didn't seem quite real - like the colour of the purest, cleanest ocean.

So beautiful.

'You're my best friend, Y/N,' he said softly, a grateful smile finally breaking through his sadness. 'You know that right?'

Once upon a time, Y/N wouldn't have hesitated in answering. Yes, she would say, because it was the truth. It was the truth still, but a discomforting feeling in her stomach squirmed at the words "best friend". What he meant to her went past the simple label, at least in her opinion. But she just couldn't quite put it into words yet.

'Y-Yeah, I know,' she stammered out quickly. She had paused way too long to answer. 'Just like you're mine, bird brain. Don't think a bunch of tears is going to scare me off so easily.'

She was so glad to be the one to make him laugh then. It was the most melodic sound she'd ever heard, even though she'd heard it a thousand times before. Dick could never be tiring to her.

Finally - and thankfully - Dick stepped out of her arms, allowing her to suck in air that had previously been missing from between them. But he stole it all right back when he flashed her that charming smile of his.

'Guess I'll see you tomorrow, Wonderess,' he said. 'Thanks again for the sparring. I'll be sure to tighten up for next time.'

'G-Great, good, excellent,' Y/N stumbled over her words, unable to breathe when he smiled so causally yet so beautifully at her. 'See you tomorrow.'

Dick gave her a tiny wave as he left the room. As he left, Artemis and M'gann strolled in wearing civvies. They greeted and farewelled Dick before continuing to walk to Y/N, who stood frozen where Dick had left her staring after him.

'You okay, Y/N?' Artemis asked, waving a hand in front of Y/N's face. 'Helloooooo. Earth to Y/N?'

'Maybe she's fallen into a hypnotic state,' M'gann suggested. 'Or worse! A mind ant has taken over her brain! I'll have to go inside her mind to weed it out.'

That finally disrupted Y/N from her stupor. 'No! No need for that. No mind ants here,' she frantically said just M'gann was about to enter her mind.

'Then why were you looking like Medusa had risen from her mythical death and frozen you in place?' Artemis asked, deadpan.

'First of all, Medusa was a real person. Greek Mythology is real, or therefore my mother and I wouldn't be here today,' Y/N countered. 'Second of all... I think I a have a crush on Dick.'

As soon as she said the words, she knew them to be true. She didn't need to discuss it with the girls, she already knew.

Y/N Prince, daughter of Wonder Woman, had a huge, fat crush on her best friend, and son of Batman himself, Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

'Shit,' all three girls said at once.

~~~ (18 years old)

Y/N watched with sad eyes as two of her closest friends walked away under the cover of darkness. Again. Kaldur and Artemis - the latter now legally dead - waved farewell before they entered a small submarine, on their way to continue infiltration of the Light on Kaldur's father's ship.

Two figures stepped up beside Y/N. 'Well,' Wally started, 'I guess that's that.'

'For now,' Dick said. 'I promise, Wally, we'll bring them both back.'

'Yeah, whatever,' Wally said, turning to leave. 'You're my bro, Dick. But if Artemis is really killed because of this, I will never forgive you.'

Wally's footsteps resounded through the empty fishing warehouse as Y/N continued to stare out at the ocean. Soon, it was just her and Dick.

'We should head back to headquarters,' Dick suggested. 'Someone might start to wonder where we are.'

But Y/N didn't turn to leave, still transfixed by the ocean. 'I thought I was okay with all this,' Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I convinced myself that this was for the greater good. But now I'm not so sure.'

'What do you mean, Y/N?' Dick asked.

'The lying, Dick,' she answered, finally turning to him. 'The secrets, the faking of deaths and undercover betrayals. If we keep this up, it'll tear the team apart.'

'It won't,' Dick reassured her, his voice so certain and sure. 'When this is all over and we explain it all, they will understand. I expect some disappointment and hostility for a while, but one day they'll understand why we did what we did. But this team we've built, Y/N, it is stronger than all this. I know it.'

Y/N shook her head, wanting to believe him but unable to put aside the horrible feeling in her gut. 'I know they are strong. I just wish there was another way for us to win.'

'Trust me, if there was, I would've taken it,' Dick said, and even with a mask on, Y/N knew he was telling the truth. 'I want all of us fighting this together. For now, we've just got to trust in Kaldur and Artemis that they will succeed.'

Y/N nodded, her gaze returning to the flat ocean waters where her friends had long since left behind. 'Maybe you should've sent me like I suggested,' Y/N said half-heartedly. 'You're a great substitute for leader, Dick. Truly. But the team took Kaldur's betrayal heavily, and Artemis and Wally were out of the game. We shouldn't have brought them back in. Wonder Girl is trained up enough to take my place. You don't need me.'

'Don't say that.'

Y/N could barely react as she was grabbed by her shoulders and forced to face Dick, who had crouched so he was eye-level to her and leaned in so she could see the slightest gleam of his pupils through the white mask.

'Don't say that,' Dick repeated, his grip on her shoulders firm and grounding. 'We do need you. You're a founding member too, Y/N. Regardless of if it were Kaldur or not, the team would've struggled without any one of us. And the only reason I was able to lead this team this past year is because I knew you had my back the entire time.'

'Really?' she asked, the one word a struggle to get out.

His expression softened and he loosened his grip. But Dick didn't release her yet. 'Y/N, you are always the one giving hope to the team whenever I can't raise their spirits. You were the one to console them after Kaldur leaving. You are strong and brave and you never give up, especially when the chips are down. And they have been down on us a lot lately.'

Y/N caught her breath as Dick released one shoulder to use his pointer finger to hold her chin up, making her look directly at him. 'It kills me that you don't see yourself how everyone else sees you. Which is amazing, Y/N. Amazing and wonderful.'

Y/N swore Dick could hear her heart thudding rapidly against her chest. In the two years since realising it, her crush on her best friend hadn't faded like she'd hoped. Instead, it had grown and blossomed but Dick still couldn't see how much she absolutely adored him. She'd resigned herself to the fact that he would never feel that way about her, and also if they were to date, then it would just make working together all the more complicated. She couldn't compromise on the team's relationship.

But as Y/N looked into Dick's eyes now, a little spark of hope flickered inside her. He was so close to her, he had to feel her heartbeat. He had to know... right?

A wind of doubt blew out the spark and she stepped away from Dick so her head would stop spinning. 'You just had to get a pun in there, didn't you?' she said, surprised at how calm and casual her voice came out all things considered.

Dick took a moment to gather himself, as if he too had been lost deep in thought. But soon that infamous smile of his stretched his lips and Y/N knew she could never say no to him. 'What can I say? I'm an opportunist.'

'I thought you were a gymnast.'

'I am also your best friend, and so I am legally obliged to slip in puns about you whenever possible.'

'Oh, do you now?' Y/N asked, lightly shoving him as she made for the warehouse door. Dick was right, they needed to head home before anyone started questioning their whereabouts.

Dick quickly caught up. 'I mean it Y/N. You are my best friend.'

'I know,' Y/N said nonchalantly, trying not to let the words sting too much. But she managed a soft smile as she said, 'And you are mine. Always have been...'

Dick flashed her a genuine smile, no charm, no hidden agenda behind it. He held his pinky finger up, to which Y/N linked her own with. '...Always will be,' he finished.

As they went home, Y/N felt better about Kaldur and Artemis' mission, as well as her place in the team. But she was now even more confused about Dick and how he felt about her. They were best friends, had been through so much together, it wouldn't be wise to ruin all that now.

But the way he'd looked at her, maybe there was a chance after all.

~~~

(18 years old)

'You're leaving?'

Y/N and Kaldur couldn't believe what they'd just heard. One minute, the three of them were discussing the team's next move after foiling the Reach's invasion plans and splitting the Light in half, and the next...

'That's correct,' Dick said. 'I just... I think I need to take a break for a while.'

'For how long?' Y/N asked, finally getting over the initial shock of his announcement. It had been a hectic day, full of surprises and sacrifices nobody saw coming. Right now, in her opinion, everyone needed to band together, not... leave.

Dick shrugged his shoulders. 'I don't know. But it definitely won't be quick. This team has been my whole life for five years now. I think it's time I stepped away, let Kaldur take the reins again.'

'The team will not be the same without you,' Kaldur offered.

'The team already isn't the same,' Dick said solemnly, and the slightest crack in his voice indicated to Y/N what he was referring to. 'You, me, Y/N, Wally. We founded this team. Without him...'

Dick didn't need to finish. Y/N had felt Wally's absence since the moment he fazed out of existence. He saved the world, but he'd been too slow to combat the chrysalis' energy. Not even the Flash or Impulse could save him. It made Y/N so mad, because Wally must've known he wouldn't come out of it alive. He knew he was too slow, having been out of the game for so long.

And yet he did it anyway, because that was who Wally West - Kid Flash - was.

'I understand,' Kaldur said, placing a comforting hand on Dick's shoulder.

'Thanks,' Dick said, then looked to the boom tubes of the Watchtower. 'I should probably go.'

'What? Now?' Y/N asked. 'At least see the day through, Dick.'

'There's nothing else for me to see through, Y/N,' he countered, already making his way to the boom tubes to make his exit. 'Kaldur is back, and so is the Justice League. I am no longer needed.'

Kaldur didn't follow Y/N as she chased after Dick. 'At least let the team know personally you'll be leaving. Don't you think they deserve that much from you after all we've done?'

'All I did was sign Wally's death sentence,' Dick answered harshly, not even bothering to turn around and face her. 'Yeah, the team really deserves that from their substitute leader.'

The two of them stopped before the boom tubes, facing each other one last time. Y/N grabbed Dick's wrist before he could dial in his code to exit the Watchtower.

'Dick, please,' Y/N pleaded, voice tight with desperation. 'I know you're hurting right now. We all are feeling Wally's death. But the team needs you right now. I need you...'

It was a last ditch attempt at convincing him that he meant more to her than just a friend. That he was her glue, that he was important to her and the team. That, even if he was nothing else, he was her best friend, and she was his.

Always have been... Always will be.

Don't go, she wanted to say, but the words never came out. It's like Dick had always been a part of her life; she now couldn't imagine her life without his witty remarks, without his odd use of words like "aster" and "traught", without his charming smile and kind eyes. She couldn't imagine life without him. Please, don't go.

Dick's sad expression told her he'd made his mind up before he even spoke the words.

'I'm sorry, Y/N,' he said softly, pulling her into a gentle embrace where he pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead. 'But I can't deal with this right now.'

As if in a dream, Dick stepped out of the embrace and dialled in his code for the boom tube.

'B:01 - NIghtwing,' the computer announced as the boom tube activated.

Dick was a step away from leaving Y/N behind when she called out, 'Don't be a stranger!'

She knew he had already made his mind up. But that didn't mean the two of them couldn't still be what they had always been. Best friends.

To her joy, Dick stopped and turned back around, a melancholic smile on his face as he held up his pinky finger. 'Always have been...'

Y/N reciprocated his smile as she too held up her pinky finger, imagining hooking it with his. '...Always will be,' she replied softly.

And then he was gone, and Y/N was left standing alone in the Watchtower.

She didn't realise she was crying until Dick was gone, until her senses had returned fully and felt the sensation of tears rolling down her face. That's when she acknowledged she was truly, utterly, hopelessly sad.

Because for the first time in seven years, Dick was no longer by her side. She didn't have Dick to fall back on when things got tough; she didn't have Dick to talk to about her issues with the new recruits; she didn't have Dick to laugh with after a night out at the arcade where he had failed epically at every game; she didn't have Dick reassuring her that everything would be okay, even when the world was telling them otherwise.

Dick was gone, and that was something Y/N had never expected to deal with.

'Wonderess.'

Y/N wiped her tears away before she turned to see who had called her. It was Kaldur, and based on his sympathetic expression, she knew he had heard everything.

'Batman and the rest of the Justice League wants to speak with us all,' he said.

'Right,' Y/N said, composing herself before walking over to join her friend.

Dick was gone, but she was still an integral part of Young Justice, and they needed her more now than ever. Whatever was to come their way now, they had to be strong, a united front.

Even if her heart yearned for someone who had completely abandoned her.

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I want to see (you) Sorina childhood friends AU part 3

Erina and Hisako begin to travel the world for her tasting work and they always tell Soma about their trips. Soma is happy for them but also a little jealous that they get to have such fun adventures. One day he asks his dad if he can go with him on one of his trips and Tamako says it’s a good idea. Jo starts bringing them along when he goes to cook and his jobs turn into little family vacations. They go every few months and Soma always cooks at every place they go

The trio exchange stories and gifts after every trip they take. Erina tells Soma about New York and Soma says his dad never took them to America when he goes so he doesn’t know much about it. He eventually asks his dad and Jo gets evasive. Tamako asks him about it privately and he admits he’s hiding something from them. Or rather, someone. Tamako is rightfully pissed and demands he tell the truth. Jo tells her about Asahi and Tamako says in no uncertain terms that they’re all going to America together next time. Soma is 7 here.

Next time comes and Soma is excited to finally go to America, though he doesn’t get why his parents look so nervous. After Jo’s job is done (and Soma learns about American food culture) he takes the family to a little orphanage and they meet a young (10) boy with messy black hair.

Asahi is initially thrilled to see Jo again but freezes when he sees who he’s with. He doesn’t need to guess since Jo talked about them, but Asahi never thought he’d meet Jo’s family. His real family. Tamako sees how nervous he is introduces herself and tries to calm him down. They all have a little chat and everything seems to go well until Soma pipes up “So we came here to see Asahi? Why? Who is he?”

This gets everyone to freeze. Leave it to a 7-year-old to point out the elephant in the room. Asahi feels like he’s going to puke because now they’re here. They’re at the point where they’re going to throw him away, tell him he’s not Jo’s real son. But he can’t just let go of the 3 years of memories he has with Jo. So he beats them to the punch. “I’m Asahi Saiba! Jouichirou’s my dad!” He declares.

This shocks the Yukihira family but before long, Tamako grins. Before she can respond, Soma once again pipes up. “Wait, if dad’s your dad… does that make you my big brother!? I have a big brother?? Why didn’t you guys tell me?!” Soma asks in excited delight. Now it’s Asahi’s turn to be shocked. He was expecting to be rebuffed and cast aside once again, now he has the son of the man he considers his father declaring him his big brother.

Tamako laughs and playfully smacks Jo

“Yeah, why didn’t we tell Soma he has a big brother?” She asks, loving seeing Jo squirm. She tells the boys to play and “get to know your brother.” She tells Asahi to stay back for a second though

“Asahi, I know you’re worried, but you don’t have to be. Everything’s gonna be ok. I promise.” Tamako says, holding out a pinky. Asahi is hesitant but he sees her smile and his hope outweighs his fear and pinky promises her.

The boys go out to play and Tamako and Jo have a serious discussion about Asahi. Tamako wants to bring him home and adopt him but Jo is hesitant. Not because he doesn’t love the boy but because he’s worried about his and everyone else’s reaction. Plus he still feels guilty keeping him a secret.

“Oh, you definitely should be, but we’ll focus on that later. Right now, all that it comes down to is this: do you love him?”

“Of course I do but-”

“Is he your son?”

“Tama, it’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. Jo, look at me. Look me in the eye. Yes or no, is he your son?” Tamako asks seriously and Jo can’t help but say he is. “Then that’s that. We gotta bring our boy home.” Tamako smiles.

Outside, Soma and Asahi are playing. Soma asks why the other kids avoid Asahi and he says because they can never win when they play. Asahi copies their moves so they don’t like it. Soma asks to see and he thinks it’s really cool. Or rather, Soma is trying to play with Asahi but the older boy is hesitant. He doesn’t talk much and Soma can see he’s not having fun. He asks what’s wrong Asahi admits he’s nervous. This is the first time he’s meeting Jo’s family and while he doesn’t want to cause any problems, he also doesn’t want to stop seeing Jo. Soma reminds him that mom said she’d take care of it. Asahi says it’s not that simple since he’s not Jo’s real son but Soma is confused at this.

“Mom said you’re my brother, and you said dad’s your dad? Even dad said so. So that means mom’s your mom.”

“If that were true, why haven’t I been there?”

“We’re bringing you home this time, right?” Asahi is stunned. He doesn’t think that’ll happen but Soma is adamant. He grabs Asahi’s hand and marches back inside, saying he’s going to make them bring Asa-nii home with them.

Tamako and Jo are talking about the legal processes they’re going to have to go through to adopt Asahi and bring him to Japan when Soma comes marching back in, dragging Asahi along. “We’re taking Asa-nii back home!” He announces. Asahi is red faced from embarrassment and Tamako and Jo share a look before laughing. “Yeah, we are kiddo.”

“Oh, ok. See? I told you mom would take care of it.” Soma says simply, as if there were never any doubt. Asahi is on the verge of tears; he can’t believe this.

“Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” He says meekly. He can barely hold it together. A lifetime of pain and disappointment has kept him from hoping but right now they’re higher than they’ve ever been. If that hope turns out to be false, he might just break completely.

“We mean it kiddo. We’re talking to the orphanage about all the legal stuff, but it’s happening.” Tamako assures. Asahi looks to Jo for one last confirmation.

“I should’ve done this a long time ago, Asahi, and I can never apologize enough for not doing so. But one way or another, we’re bringing you home. That’s a promise from your father.” Jo declares and Asahi’s dam breaks. He runs into his father’s arms, crying tears of joy and Jo responds in kind.

They end up staying in America for a while to finalize the adoption process and getting Asahi’s records. Soma’s practically attached to Asahi’s hip and whenever she’s not doing paperwork or working through all the legal procedures, so is Tamako. “You got a 3-year head-start on us so we gotta make up for lost time!” Tamako says. Asahi has absolutely no complaints. Before they came, he was still complacent with seeing Jo a few times a year, knowing that their bond was strong but never really parent and child. Now, not only is Jo officially his dad, he’s got a mom and little brother. And a grandpa back home. He’s got a home! A few weeks pass, and Asahi is officially adopted and home in Japan.

At one point when dealing with all the papers, Asahi's name comes up. Everyone assumed that he'd go with Yukihira and he honestly wants that too, but he also doesn't want to get rid of Saiba. It's his link with Jo and the name is special to him. Tamako catches on to his hesitation and talk to him about it.

"Everything alright there, kiddo?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" "Asahi, how many times do I have ta ask you ta call me mom? Or at least Tamako? Literally anything but ma'am."

"Sorry ma- Tamako-san... I'm just not used to this yet."

"S'alright. You got the rest of your life to get used to it. So what's got ya stumped there?"

"Oh, uh. Just the name part..."

"You don't like Asahi?"

"No, that's not the name I'm having trouble with."

"Yukihira is the issue?"

"No! No- I'm so honored you'd let me use that it's just... Saiba..."

"I see."

"That's the name that Jouichirou gave me, it's... I don't really know how to explain it."

"You don't have to, Asahi. It's special to you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you don't wanna get rid of it."

"But I also don't want to be rude to you and Soma."

"I get it. Look, Asahi. I wanna thank you for being honest with me. I also wanna apologize for not coming to get you sooner. Trust me, I gave Jo an ear-full when he fessed up. But I need you to know something, and I want to you look at me when I say it so you know I'm serious. I need you to know that you're our family now, and we're yours. No matter what name you choose, no matter what you do, you will always be our family. Jo's always gonna be your dad, Soma's always gonna be your brother, and if you let me, I'll always be your mom. But no matter what, you'll always be my boy."

Asahi fully breaks down in Tamako's arms and they're both ugly crying tears of catharsis. He starts calling her mom right then and there. Asahi eventually decides on Asahi Saiba-Yukihira as his name

Kazusato wastes no time in spoiling his newest grandson, and even less time scolding his idiot son in law for not doing this sooner. It takes a few months for him to gain Japanese citizenship and he also goes through a few language classes to brush up his Japanese. But Asahi is a very quick learner and it’s discovered that he has a photographic memory, and that especially translates into cooking. He can see a technique and understand it after a few tries. Once he understands it, he never forgets it.

Soma’s initially jealous that Asahi can do that but it just makes him all the more motivated. He also tells Erina and Hisako right away that he got a new brother and when they come over next time, they all meet. Asahi’s a little nervous because he’s meeting his little brothers best friends and wants to make a good impression

He doesn’t have to worry too much about that though since Soma vouches for him. He decides to make a dish to break the ice and is surprised with how critical Erina is. He’s even more surprised when Soma agrees with her. Erina is pleased that Soma is actually listening to her critiquing methods. “How can I not when you do it all the time?” Erina sticks her tongue out at him. Soma responds in kind. Hisako tells him that yes, it’s like this a lot.

[mystic-poison]

✞SELFSHIPTOBER✞

Day 4: Apple Picking

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Characters: Ichiro, Jiro, Saburo and Poison (me)

Special guest: Rei

Relationship: Adoptive Sons

Warning: Spoilers for Hypmic

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Fall is Poison's favorite time of the year. The weather gets cooler, but it's not too cold to wear. It was the time for pumpkin spice lattes and apple cider donuts. It was the time for the leaves to turn colors, horror movie marathons, pumpkin patches, apple picking, and, of course, Halloween. The best holiday in Poison's option.

Poison usually goes apple picking every year, and this year, they were glad to share this experience with the Yamada family. Originally, this little trip was just going to be Poison and the Yamada brothers. They were like her sons, and they wanted to do something fun with them on their day off. But plans changed when Rei asked to go as well. This was a rather... shocking ask since Rei never asked to ta along when Poison took the boys somewhere. They asked the brothers if it was okay, and they agreed. After 3 weeks of much thought. They were aware their dad was trying to be better and get back into their lives through Poison. At least until Rei felt comfortable to ask to spend father son time with the brothers on his own. There was clearly some tension between them and they used Poison as a buffer. (Which they didn't mind)

So, one weekend, the Poison took the Yamada family apple picking. They decided to make a whole day out of it. They got coffee and breakfast together in the morning, and by the afternoon, they had made it to the orchard.

"There's trees for miles." Jiro hopped out of the car and stretched his arms.

"It's says the orchard holds 27 different apple speices here. It looks like we camd at the right time. All 27 are in season right now, so we have a huge variety to choose from" Saburo followed behind Jiro out the car.

"All I care about are the sour green apples" Jiro smirked.

"Granny Smiths" Saburo corrected.

"Who?"

"Those green apples are called Granny Smiths."

"Yeah, sour green apples"

"Granny Smith"

"We're saying the same thing"

"No. That's not the name of the apple. It's called Granny Smith. Plus, they're tart. Not sour"

"Nerd"

"Idiot"

Ichiro got out the car as well and put his arm around his brothers shoulders. "Come on guys, stop arguing. This is supposed to be fun. Plus, we don't want to embarrass mom"

"Every time you say that I can feel my knees giving out more and more" Poison closed the car door and frowned, making Ichiro laugh.

Rei sighed, locking the car. He handed Poison their bag. "At least they don't call you old man"

"Come on, old man! The lines are getting long!" Jiro was already walking ahead, clearly excited to start the day.

"See" Rei sighed and put his sunglasses back on.

"You are an old man though" Poison chuckled. "Plus, at least they're not calling you Rei anymore."

Rei knew Poison had a point. For the longest, the boy would call him Rei or Mr. Ayamada. But after Poison came into the picture and Rei started trying to be a good dad again, the boys started calling him Old Man. Rei knew it would be a long time before they start calling him dad again, but just the acknowledgement felt good.

Rei and Poison soon caught up with the brothers. Rei paid for their wrist bands, they were given baskets and they got onto the hay ride to get to the field of apple trees. Jiro was bouncing in his seat. He had never done something like this before and was ready for a good time. His eyes sparkled at the tree that held red, yellow and green apples in them.

"Each orchard is labeled with the name of the apples. And the tractors come every 10 minutes to take you to the next. So which ones do we wanna go to?" Saburo showed the group a map of the orchard. "I want to try the Jonagold ones. These are supposed to be sweet and tart"

"Which ones are good for baking?" Ichiro glanced at the map.

"Jiro wants Granny Smiths, so maybe Suncrisp. These are sweet, tart, and have a floral taste to it. If that's not what you're looking for, they have Myra Fuji apples. They're all right next to each other so we can even walk to each one if we want" Saburo pointed on the map.

Jiro peeked at the map. "It also says the best ones are closer to the top. Looks like we gotta climb on each other's shoulders to get them"

"You are not getting on my shoulders" Saburo rolled his eyes.

"You are such a buzzkill" Jiro groaned. "Big bro, can I climb in your shoulders to get the apples I want?"

Ichiro shrugged but smiled "Yeah sure. But either way we have to stop at the last orchard. Those have Melrose apples. Those are Poison's favorite"

"Awww, you remember my favorite." Poison smiled.

Ichiro smiled. "You said those are the ones you use to make those tarts to madr me for my birthday. Of course I remember"

"I guess I'll make them again."

The tractor soon came to a stop at the Granny Smith orchard. The group got off and went to explore. Jiro was the first to run up to a tree, looking for the perfect apple. Poison followed behind him.

"Do you see one yet?" Jiro asked.

"What does a perfect green apples look like?" Poison asked.

"It has the perfect shade of green, it big and round, it does have any spots on it. Trust me, you'll know it when you see it" Jiro soon gasped, pointing at one of the tree. "There!"

He pointed to a green apple that was front and center of the tree.

"Is that the perfect apple?" Poison asked.

"Yes! And I need it"

Jiro gave Poison his basket before going up to the tree. He tried reach up to get it but failed. He thought for a moment, taking off his hat to try and use it to get the apple down. But he was still short off. Ichiro, Rei, and Saburo was still far back, and he didn't want to wait.

"Do you want me to climb up there and get it for you?" Poison asked.

"Huh? No! You'll get hurt mom" Jiro protest.

Poison rolled their eyes and gave Jiro the baskets. "I'll be fine. Trust me"

Poison rolled up the dress they wore and tied it to the side using a hair tie. They climbed the tree carefully, knowing which branches were safe to put their weight on. They sat down on a branch and pick the apple Jiro wanted.

"Catch!"

Poison dropped the apple, Jiro catching it with his hat before putting it in the basket.

"Yes! Can you get a fee more while you're up there?"

Poison gave him a thumbs up before they started picking more apples and dropping them for Jiro the catch. It was only a matter of time before Rei, Ichiro and Saburo finally caught up with them.

"There you are. You ran so quickly we didn't see what turn you made" Ichiro raised a brow. "You already filled your basket?"

"Yeah! I got the perfect ones too" Jiro answered.

"Where's Poison?" Rei asked.

"Rei! Up here!" Poison called out and waved.

Rei looked up, taking off his sunglasses. He chuckled a bit, a little concerned on how they even got up there.

"Mom! What the hell!? Get down before you get hurt!" Saburo looked up in a small panic.

"I'm fine Saburo. I do this all the time" Poison waved off.

"Get down from there. You'll give the old man a heart attack." Ichiro chuckled.

"Yes, please get down" Rei added.

"Boo! You all are no fun" Jiro groaned.

Poison climb down from the free, fixing the skirt of their dress. Rei sighed in relief, glad they were safe. He sometimes wondered if they were a good influence on the boys, especially Jiro. They feed off each other's stupidity.

Rei watched how Ichiro and Saburo made sure Poison was okay before Jiro dragged them and his brothers away to go to the next orchard. He smiled a bit. Something about their relationship warmed the old man's heart. He could tell the boys really enjoyed having Poison around. The pressure of having to take care of his brothers seemed to be lifted off Ichiro's shoulders. At first, having someone around that was willing offering to take care of him felt unreal to Ichiro. He was use to being the one to take care of himself and his brothers. He was use to being the one his brothers came to for help. But now he had someone to go to if he need help or just hug.

"Old man! Come on!" Ichiro called out.

"I'm coming. I'm coming." Rei fixed his sunglasses before catching up with the others.

The group spent hours running around the orchard, picking apples, and just enjoying each other company. They tried apple cider at one of the pit stops in the middle of the orchard. They raced each other through the corn maze, Saburo and Rei beating the rest quite easily. They walked through the sunflower field, Rei picking one for Poison, and they ended the day off at the fire bit where they ate and made smores together. It was a nice cozy time by the camp fire. Of course some guy brought a guitar, scary stories were being told, and a kid burned their marshmallow to a burnt crisp. So classical camp fire shenanigans

Rei and his sons had stepped away from the campfire to use the bathroom and wash their hands before they headed back home. With the boys gone, this caught the notice of the guy who brought his guitar with him. He saw Poison along and decided to shoot his shot.

And Poison was not interested

"Psst, old man" Ichiro elbowed Rei as he washed his hands. "Look over there"

Rei raised a brow and turned to where Ichiro was pointing. His eyes narrowed seeing the guitar guy failing terribly to flirt with Poison. He could tell Poison was just trying to be nice while showing they weren't interested. But the guy wasn't catching the hints. Or was completely ignoring them.

"The man cannot flirt. He's so bad" Saburo said.

"You call that flirting? I pretty sure Rio can do better than that using roadkill to impress them" Ichiro added.

"I vote go over there and reck his shit" Jiro smirked, cracking his knuckles.

"No, no. I have a better idea." Rei chuckled.

The brothers all raised a brow as they watched Rei take off his fur coat and hand it up on a tree branch. He pick up and basket and filled it with rotten apples. At that point, the brother knew exactly what Rei was planning. Saburo used a branch and Jiro's hat to make a launcher where Ichiro and Jiro placed a rotten apple inside and pulled back.

Rei smirked and took off his sunglasses. "Fire"

Ichiro let go of the branch and the rotten apple was launched right at the guitar guys back. He yelp in a bit of pain as the apple splattered all over the back of his shirt.

"What the hell-"

Another apple was launched, hitting the guy in the back again. The guy turned around with a glare, only to get a rotten apple to the face. Poison covered their mouth to hold in their laugh. The brothers continued to launch rotten apples at the guy at Rei's go. They laughed at the guy as he cried for them to stop, only stopping cause they ran out of apples.

"Wha... who... what the fuck?!" The guy cried.

"That's what you get for flirting with our mom" Saburo walked over to the man, standing over him.

"Flirtings ass!" Jiro added, picking up on last apple the throwing it at him.

"And your guitar playing sucks" Ichiro finished.

"Mom?!" The guy look up at them confused.

"They're taken" Rei walked over to the man and smirked. He looked down at him, looking over how sad and pathetic he looked at the moment. He chuckled before going over to Poison and picking them up, putting them over his shoulder. "This is mine. Catch the hint"

He let out a deep laugh before giving Poison a small smack on the butt. "Oh! Rei!"

"Come on, boys. We're heading home. We still have to make it back in time for our dinner reservations" Rei put his hat on Poison's head before he started walking off.

"Sorry!" Poison waved to the guy as the brothers followed behind, Jiro giving the man the finger. "You guys are so mean."

"We did what we had to do to protect you" Ichiro shrugged.

"He couldn't catch the hint so we helped him" Saburo added.

"His guitar playing really did suck though. It was so worth losing my hat over." Jiro laughed. "It was the old man's idea"

"Rei! You're supposed to be a role model for them!" Poison glared.

"And I did. I thought them what to do when they seen a random man flirt with their mom" Rei smirked.

"We're not even married!"

"He didn't know that"

"Oh my god" Poison sighed but chuckled. They could see how much fun they were having as they launched rotten apples ag the guy. They never seen them not only work together like that, but enjoy it. "Thanks boys. Good job"

"No problem mom" The brothers all smiled.

"Where's my thank you? It was my idea, after all" Rei smirked.

"You'll get your thank you later" Poison answered.

"Oh? Does this thank you invole lip to lip contact"

"Maybe"

Rei smirked again, giving Poison another smack on the butt, making them laugh. "Good, good"

"Gross" Saburo rolled his eyes.

"Okay, put mom down. People are staring" Ichiro said.

"No. Mine" Rei laughed before running off.

"Rei! Be careful!" Poison yelled.

"Get back here, old man!" Jiro ran after him.

"Wait for me!" Saburo followed.

Ichiro smiled and laughed, running after them all well.

~✞~ ~✞~ ~✞~ ~✞~

Selfshiptober promotes creator

Day 4 is done. I wanted to do something different this time. I wanted to write about Rei, but also write about the brothers and how they're my adoptive sons. I always had a headacannon that at some point, Rei tries to get back into his sons lives and be a good dad. So I wanted to play into my headcannon more. So, hopefully, you all likes this

- Poison ✞

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #25: LotR, but make it Half-Elven!Legolas

I honestly, truly, thought I was done with Legolas headcanons - and then this one snuck up on me: what if we know nothing about Legolas' background because he knows nothing about it either?

Or: What if Legolas is one of the missing sons of Dior and Nimloth?

Bear with me:

Dior was the son of Beren and Lúthien - and thus the first peredhel, or Half-Elven. His wife was Nimloth. Together they had three children: twin sons, Eluréd and Elurín, and a daughter, Elwing, who'd go on to be the mother of Elrond and Elros before turning into a bird.

During the Second Kinslaying, Eluréd and Elurín were captured, left for dead in the woods, and never seen or heard from again. It is assumed they died, but some said wild birds helped them to escape.

Both boys were at most six years old at the time, which is frightfully young for elves, and I'm betting even half-elves with their near-perfect memories can repress the most horrific ones if they're young and determined enough.

Just imagine it:

At some point 10-15 years after the Fall of Doriath, Thranduil and the other survivors come across a feral child in the woods they're passing through. This is not entirely unusual, as there are a lot of orphans and abandoned children at this time in elven history, but it is rare for one so young to have survived for so long on their own.

They are far enough away from the ruins of Doriath that no one believes that the child they find could have come from there, and it's been long enough that nobody connects this child with the missing princes. (I imagine starvation, malnutrition, and half-elven genetics make the child they find look very much not the right age to be Eluréd or Elurín. And who knows? Maybe grief and shock turned his originally black hair pale blond?)

The feral child - let's go with Eluréd - very much has not been having a good time. He's barely been finding enough food to keep from starving, even with the wild birds' help, and has suppressed most of his early memories - including the incredibly traumatic death of his twin Elurín, who drowned when they were trying to cross a swollen river in the first year after the Fall.

Regardless of the exact circumstances, Thranduil adopts Eluréd, who he names Legolas, as the child has no memory of his name - or, indeed, anything besides his feral existence.

Thranduil is, perhaps, not the parent anyone would have chosen for a feral child - he's barely of age himself, has no spouse or extended family beyond his father Oropher to help him out, and has duties to his people that keep him from giving his newly adopted child all the love and care he deserves - but he is a good one. Not perfect by any means, but a sold A-minus father.

Things proceed apace. Perhaps this version of Legolas of kept out of the War of Wrath, as he would have still been rather young when that war broke out and his adoptive father didn't want to risk re-traumatizing him, but otherwise Legolas an active participant in the settling of the Greenwood, the War of the Last Alliance, and in countering the darkness that falls over his kingdom starting c. 1050 TA.

Throughout it all, Legolas never regains any clear memories of his first 20-25 years and after a while stops trying to. Thranduil is not a perfect father, but a loving one, and Legolas is more than happy with the family he has. His past doesn't matter to him.

The Hobbit follows canon, as does The Lord of the Rings - except The Council of Elrond is the first time Elrond and the handful of elves who survived the First Age have seen Legolas as 1) an adult, 2) outside layers of armor, and 3) up close. This is not enough to make anyone who remembers Dior go "A-ha! A missing prince!" but it is enough for more than one person to comment on his passing similarity to Elrond and his sons Elladan and Elrohir.

But otherwise LotR happens exactly as in the books - with, yes, Legolas/Gimli happening in the background, because I simply cannot imagine LotR without it - up to and including building a ship and sailing west with Gimli.

It's not until they reach Valinor that the truth comes out. Not right away, of course, but Elurín has been re-embodied for long enough for what happened to him and Eluréd to have made the rounds. He, Dior, and Nimloth have been waiting ages for Eluréd to come to Aman.

Naturally, this does not go over particularly well at first - Legolas has long stopped wondering what happened to his birth family, and to be confronted with them now is one of the very last things he wants. He's very fine with remaining Thranduil's son, thank you very much. Not to mention Dior is less than pleased one of his sons has taken up with a dwarf after one killed his grandfather Thingol and sacked his city.

It is, in short, a bit of a nightmare.

But eventually come to some sort of arrangement - Legolas is willing to get to know his birth family, but doesn't want to be surrounded by them every single moment of every single day, like they might want; his birth family is willing to respect his desire to remain Legolas Thranduilion first and Eluréd Diorion only when it can't be helped, and give him the space he desires.

But throughout all of this should be the importance of found families and how blood matters less than bonds of love and choice. This goes for adoptive families - Elrond and his kidnap dads; Legolas and Thranduil - and bonds of friendship - such as among the Fellowship.

Bonuses include: 1) Elrond referring to Legolas, with varying degrees of seriousness, as uncle. 2) Elladan and Elrohir, when they show up, doing the same - and lamenting the fact that Arwen never knew, because she would have loved having more family. 3) Gimli being the one who convinces Legolas not to write his birth family off entirely, but to give them a chance (with Galadriel, Elrond, and Celebraín taking turns at first to sit in and play mediator).

And that's it. That's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny. Just link back if you ever do anything with it.

Other Legolas Headcanons: First Age | Second Age | Third Age | Half-Maia | Half-Elven

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[cursedvibes]

Character ask game! I hope I can ask for 3 if it's too much, choose one you want: Yuuji, Kenjaku, Megumi

Thanks for the ask! Say no more, I know exactly which questions you want answered 😁 Usually I barely think about Megumi at all, so that's gonna be interesting

Kenjaku:

22. When do you think they were at their lowest?

In the 1500s, right after they realized that simply killing the Star Plasma Vessel and six eyes user won't break the circle of reincarnation. They spend 500 years planning, believing that now they finally understood Tengen's secret and how to overcome them, being genre savvy and "killing the hero before they become strong enough". Only to find out that once they get to Tengen, both of their biggest obstacles are back due to some obscure binding vow. Going from the greatest joy of having their goal within reach to another crushing defeat.

Yuuji:

2. When I truly started to like him

I liked from the start, but I especially grew attached to him during the fight in the detention centre. He tries to turn his fear into strength, but still all it does is get him gravely injured and when he thought he could pull a shonen mc move and rely on the "demon" inside him, he dies and his friends almost die as well. That's when I knew this was gonna become interesting and Akutami had some unconventional plans for Yuuji.

10. Describe the character in one sentence

Superpowered teenager with shady origins just tries to help people and die a proper death, but somehow the whole universe has sworn to put him through as much pain as possible.

14. Best storyline they had

I answer this in another ask.

16. A childhood headcanon

We know he's bad at science subjects and high school gets even more difficult, so Wasuke wanted to give him one of Kaori's old physics textbooks because she wrote a lot of solutions and little side notes in them, but as soon as Yuuji found out who the book belonged to, he turned his grandpa away and proceeded to fail his next text. Wasuke probably alluded to the sketchiness of his mother a few times in the past and that came to bite him here.

20. A weird headcanon

There's already so much weirdness about Yuuji, it's tough to come up with something new. He definitely ate dirt as a kid, but that's kind of a given. Maybe...he tried to bleach his dark hair a few times to get it uniformly pink, but he didn't apply the bleach correctly and the colour was cheap, so it just ended up looking awful.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

I answer this in another ask.

29. How do you think they would be as a parent?

Assuming he gets over his self-hatred enough to not think that he would curse (literally or otherwise) any child he would put into the world and assuming he got over his inhibitions regarding family, I think he would want to make sure to spend as much time with his kid as possible. Doesn't even have to be a specific activity, just being around each other a lot. He'd also adopt a lot of his grandpa's lectures and habits, but slightly modify them like "don't pick your nose or make sure no one notices you doing it". The kid is also 100% turn into a gambling addict like everyone in that family.

Megumi:

2. When I truly started to like/dislike him

I feel very neutral about him. Don't particularly like him, but don't dislike him either. I think I was the most interested in him however during the Death Painting arc. Finding out more about his background put a lot of things into context and I thought the first time he went crazy and tried to cast his domain was very metal. Seeing him kill people for the first time was also nice. Since then my interest has gradually waned though, except for how he relates to Yuuji, Tsumiki and Sukuna.

10. Describe the character in one sentence

All the clan genetics and techniques in the world can't help you if Sukuna has his eye on you.

14. Best storyline they had

Getting clowned by Yorozu for not noticing his sister was possessed and then immediately getting his body snatched himself. Idk, none of his storylines besides his backstory had a lasting impact on me.

16. A childhood headcanon

He never really tried to get close to Tsumiki and always looks grumpy in flashbacks, so I assume whenever Tsumiki told him to wash dishes, do the laundry or clean the bathroom, he'd give her a stink eye and then proceed to do what he's told in the most passive-aggressively way possible. During his more rebellious periods he tried not doing it at all because who's his sister to tell him what to do, but she won't do the work for him and he doesn't like living in filth, so he eventually relented.

20. A weird headcanon

He cuts his hair himself, that's why it looks Like That.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Well, a secret he certainly never told Tsumiki is that he cares about her. He also hasn't told anyone yet that he thinks they shouldn't trust Tengen or the Backdoor, but that's understandable, it would spoil the surprise.

29. How do you think they would be as a parent?

He needs to work a lot on his socializing the next years if he's ever even hoping to have a positive relationship with his child. He would care about them and help them whenever he can, but he can be very withdrawn and distant. Children aren't that emotionally intelligent, so his behaviour could easily be read by them as him not caring beyond conventional niceties and especially during the teenage years that could lead to a lot of tension. His partner would have to do a lot of heavy lifting in that regard.

[arin-villa]

OC-tober day 10: Mercy. Prompts by @oc-tober2023 TW: previous choking, implied abuse. Drawing under the cut :P

It was three years ago that I moved here to Peru. I just came out of a two-and-a-half-year relationship. I am twenty-one years old and barely alive.

"I wouldn't have blamed you if you had ignored my message." I said to Jonan, my best friend. My only friend now that I think about it. "I should have listened to you when you told me to break up with him a year ago."

He sits in the bed beside me, and I look up at him from the floor. His shaggy haircut is both longer and shorter than the last time I saw him a year ago. It looks like he shaved the sides to leave a weird mullet thing. It fits him well.

"This is not on you, Mati." I laugh when he says that. "I mean it."

"That's not it!" I say between fits of laughter. "It's the nickname." He looks at me puzzlingly. We met in the first week of college here. Since I arrived, people have called me that for some reason.

"No one else calls me that," I explain. "The only place where people call me that is here." It's not funny, but I can't stop laughing. "Because I always hated that nickname." Once I stop laughing, I look at my hands for a second, then I turn to look at him.

"Did you shave your own hair?" I ask him, an idea forming.

"Yeah, like 3 weeks ago, I also bleached and dyed it purple all on my own," he answers casually. "Why do you ask?" I stare back at the wall, furrowing my brows.

"I need you to shave my hair." I tell him simply. After a few seconds of silence, I turn to look at him. "That's a good expression." He looks... confused? Maybe scared? Like I'm an alien speaking gibberish or maybe a threat.

"You love your hair." He states. I do love it, always wanted long hair. My parents forced me to keep it short to maintain an image. Fuck their image, frankly. "You've been growing it for years." I nod, and that makes my neck hurt, the doctor said it might be sore for some days.

"I will continue to let it grow," I continue looking at him. He stares back as if I was a puzzle. "I want to shave it to regrow it."

"Aren't you and your dad moving to Lima in 4 days?" He asks incredulously. I don't see how that has to do with anything.

"I am making a new self of myself." There is no other way of explaining it.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Matias Fowler will be dead, and in his wake will rise Ada Garcia." That does not clarify anything, it seems.

"Where does that come from?" He questions.

"The name or the rebirth thing?"

"Both," after a second he decides. "The name."

"My middle name is Adael. When I told my ex-boyfriend, James, he sometimes called me Ada. I think it's cute," I tell him. "I never liked my middle name before him, I was even ashamed of it."

Jonan stares at me before shrugging and getting up. He walks to his bathroom and gets out a razor machine kit.

"I don't want it buzzed to my skull." He nods and takes out the machine and a comb-looking thing you attach to it. He points to the wall so I turn around while he sits in the bed.

"So Matias Fowler is dead, then?" He asks as the buzzing of the machine starts.

In Spanish, there are two words for hair; "Pelo" and "cabello". Cabello refers to the hair in your skull, and pelo refers to any type of hair. The only thing that changes is where it is, and what it is attached to, but its name changes. It's nearly irrelevant, but it still matters.

"Yup," I say. "I don't want Don to find me." Don, who I should have broken up with a year ago, tried to kill me when he found me taking my things from his basement to leave. I'm afraid he will find me to finish the job.

"That's not the only reason, being a Fowler has led me to unhappiness, I want to change that. That’s why I will change it so Garcia. I have only known of Alejandro,” my biological father, “for like five years, but he has been a better dad than Patrick.” My adoptive father, husband of my mother. “It feels right to give him back that.” I am not exactly sure what that is, a sense of connection with me, maybe.

"Why change your first name too?" Strands of hair fall to the floor, they are quite long since my hair was reaching my shoulders.

"I might still use it. I just have been Matias for too long maybe." That makes no sense, but I don't care. "Legally, my name will be Ada."

"Why does your past self have to die?" He sure is asking a lot of questions.

"It was a mercy killing. He led a sad, sad life." I grab some of my hair.

"It wasn't that bad." He tries to comfort me.

"He was kicked out of his house at 17, bullied most of elementary school, and nearly choked to death at 21, among other things." A lot of other things

"Mercy kill." He agrees.

"Mercy kill." I repeat.

"We should have a funeral." He suggests.

"We should bury my hair." I add. "That will be his body."

"Or burn it."

"Or bury it." He boos behind me. "Burnt hair smells bad."

“How bad?”

“Extremely bad, clings to your clothes for weeks bad.” I say. Don’t ask how I know.

"We should bury it."

We don’t say much else. I sit quietly as he finishes buzzing my hair. This might be the last time we see each other, I don’t plan on coming back. He is planing on moving somewhere to finish his masters. I should feel sad, but it just feels like a great ending. Even though I am not one for optimism, I think I will be okay.

———

I did say he HAD to change his name.

Anyways we hate Don here. He was 29 when he met Matias who was 18!! Gross. He will never know Ada, though.

Also for context, Matias met Jonan who introduced him to a band he was a part of, Don was a bassist and Matias joined as a singer. Jonan left the band because he could not stand to watch his friend in an abusive relationship. They do meet again and even live together for some years

If I’m missing any tags please tell me.

Some doodle/explanation for your troubles :D

[screechingsigh]

Dad is probably angry. He let my strictly indoor cat run outside. He might get lost outside and never come back. He might get run over by a car. I'd never see him again. He is a picky eater who'll give him food that he likes.

Dad often tells me I am being too much and my cat is an unnecessary addition. There are 5 cats in the house right now. Dad brought the first one. She was tiny around 4 days old. He rescued the kitten brought is home and he was done. I bought bottles, learned to make replacement food for the kitten and the bought KMR with my own savings. I took care of a 4days old kitten feeding her every 2 hours for 24 hours round the clock. Fed her, help her pee, hot water bags. Every 2 hours. She was weak a terribly weak kitten. Nobody thought she'd survive.

My dad brought my Grandma home and asked me to share my room with her because my grandma needs someone to keep an eye on her. 96 years old is pretty old. I was stuck between a 2 weeks old kitten and a 96 year old grandma.

I would run to the kitten whenever she meowed. At two weeks old she didn't grow enough fur like a healthy kitten would.

My grandma is a weird person she'd ask for my help even when she needs to walk to the washroom while she could actually go by herself. I'd always keep an eye whenever she went to washroom anyway. She would not get up to eat she wants to eat lying down. I helped her everytime to get up and eat while sitting. Then one day I saw she simply got up by herself and went to washroom then came back and lie down again. She was fast and swift. And here I thought it's difficult for her to move by herself so I needed to be her walking stick. She never used one btw. Then I got in the room with her food and as usual she refused to sit up and eat. I was dumbfounded. If you can move that fast and efficient why would you not sit up and eat?

And there was the thing she did. Every half an hour she would ask me to switch on/off the fan. Sometimes every 10/15 mins. Even if I was taking a nap (I barely slept for around 3/4 hours a day while taking care of the kitten my dad brought and grandma). I was sleep deprived. Well I do have insomnia but that doesn't mean I need no sleep. My eyes and head hurt every single day. I kept up for 2 months like this.

During these two months my dad was very amiable with me. He actually gave me 45$ after that two hellish months saying I earned it. Which I ended up spending behind the cat he brought. Cats are costly. Not for my dad but for me a recent graduate with part-time online job and loads of failed interviews.

The only positive thing my grandma every said to me that I was taller than her. She also often speak about how my hair is short how I am not girly enough how I am too tall to find a good husband

how my skin color isn't bright enough

Now a days I don't care about her much. I left my room to her. Moved inside the storeroom. Shut the door turn off the light put on my earphones. Finally it's peaceful.

I am preparing for a job interview again. Hopefully I'll have better luck this time. And the male cat I adopted so my dad's cat (which I took care of) wouldn't develop a single kitten symptom.. I just hope my dad won't drive him away.

It's not that unlikely for dad to drive my cat away. He wants me gone as well after all. We are both unwanted. I wish I could function like everyone else does. I'd have been easier to secure a job.

[helianthusaster]

I have the TOS brainrot ♡

Have a headcanon!

Semi-spoilers for S2 Ep10: Journey to Babel

So, basically, Scotty and Spock are cousins because they're my favorite blorbos and it works ok!!!

Spock & Scotty's grandparents, Muriel and Patrick Scott, divorced when their mothers, Amanda and Anna Scott were 10 years old. Amanda Scott, later Grayson--her mother's surname, moved to New England (take your pick, I personally get DC vibes) to work for Starfleet while Anna Scott stayed in Aberdeen with their father.

Amanda, after kicking Sarek's ass for "insulting her intelligence" and subsequently marrying him (cause that's totally how that went), moved to Vulcan and had Spock; who canonically left Vulcan at 18 to attend Starfleet Academy.

During the summer, at her request, Spock stayed with his Aunt Anna, in the hopes of connecting with the nephew she didn't know she had until literally 2 hours prior because communications between Vulcan and Earth take Far Longer Than They Should and also Amanda and Anna kinda lost contact 3 years after "The Separation". Through this random arrangement, Anna was able to connect with her nephew, who got both incredibly homesick and lonely during his time on Earth, by teaching him how to play Earth games like Chess and Stramash. He, in turn, opened up a bit and was able to teach Anna a few Vulcan phrases like "hello" and "goodnight", because--contrary to popular belief--Spock was far more antisocial and silent in his early days at the Academy than he ever was on the Enterprise because his Aunt Anna (he called her "Aun'tanna", and she called him "Squawk" in return cause we love a Canonically dyslexic family ♡; Anna having visual and Spock having deep and visual) and her son, Montgomery (or "Won'ry" as Spock called him), worked really hard to undo all of the literal child abuse he had been faced with.

Sarek did his best with what he thought was right for a Vulcan child but did not take into account that Spock is not only dyslexic (canonically) but also autistic (fanonically) and did not know how to accommodate him because it was an Undocumented Phenomenon (The term "Autism Spectrum Disorder" was created in 1988 but was not made a formal diagnosis until 2013; which could not have happened in Star Trek: TOS because it is preceeded by The Eugenics Wars from 1992-1996) in Both Humans and Vulcans, so she defaulted to "spare the rod, spoil the child." (If you don't believe me go rewatch Journey to Babel and tell me that's the first time she's done that to him based purely on his reaction. You know the scene.)

Also, Scotty didn't realize they were cousins until month 3 of their 5 year mission on the Enterprise when Anna brought a photo album with her shortly after they docked for shore leave and showed them pictures of her and her sister as kids. He thought that Spock was just a random Vulcan exchange student living in their house for like 4 years that his mom kinda "adopted".

Spock has drunk Scotty under the table (the equivalent of a full keg of Scotch) before immediately passing out after a single Scottish Jersey (Scotch Hot Chocolate).

And thus, this image was born!

Operation: Give Spock As Many Friends As Possible (also Operation: Everyone On The Enterprise is Neurodivergent) is in full swing! :D

I hereby dub this hc "S'Cousins"!

[autumnfebreze]

You have very good taste in posts. Do you have a pet? If so, can I see it, if not, why and what pet would you get if wanted one?

Hi, thank you! I actually have a lot of pets. 6 cats and a dog to be precise, all of them are rescues and were either strays or had previous owners but were returned. My family's kinda weird about not having pictures of our pets and ourselves on the internet, I'm sorry, but I can describe them all in detail and find similar looking pictures online.

Cat #1: Houdini

Houdini is my cat, he's 9 years old, and the shelter we got him from named him as such because he used to open his cage and walk around the facility once it was closed and sometimes let out his comrads. Houdini was brought back for pooping in his ex owners' sink and we adopted him as a present for my birthday when he was 2. The picture above is pretty accurate, except Houdini's eyes are green.

Cat #2: Fern

Fern is also my cat, she's 8, and we just got her from that same shelter in early December. Her purring is so loud you can hear it on the other side of the house. Fern was brought in with eight other cats from a hording situation. The picture looks pretty close to her, except her eyes are green and the shovel is only a half one on the right side of her face. Fern's nose and toe beans are mottled pink and grey.

Cat #3: Milo

Milo is one of my mom's cats, he's a 5 year old tuxedo cat that's mostly black with a white half-shovel design around his mouth and nose that goes down his neck to his underside. He has a patch of black fur in between the white on his stomach so it looks like he's wearing a cardigan that doesn't close all the way. His eyes are yellowish but when you see him in the window from outside his eyes look blue. Milo was a stray before he was brought into a different shelter that we adopted him from when he was 8 weeks old. The picture of Milo is pretty accurate, except he's chonkier and the half-shovel is on the wrong side of his nose

Cat #4: Flip

Flip, also referred to as Mr. Flip or Flipster, is my sister's cat, and he is very sweet but the light are on but nobody's home. He doesn't really know his name and he is very scared of noises and stuff. He's also a tuxedo, mostly black except for the tips of his paws, a couple of white patches on his stomach and throat, and a white mark on his mouth that looks like a milk mustache. Flip is four now, but we got him when he was 10 months after he was brought back because his owners were looking for a kitten that would be playful, but apparently he was too energetic for them. His eyes are yellowish green with brown rings around his pupil and his eyes are normally super wide like he just did coke, though the picture looks pretty similar to Flip in his relaxed state except the white pattern is above his mouth and not below

Cat #5: Mavis

Mavis is my mom's second cat. She and her sister Mochi (who we'll get to in a moment) just turned three at the beginning of January. They were found abandoned in an apartment a couple days after they were born with their mom and three other siblings. All the kittens were adopted, but Mavis almost got eaten by her first family's dog, so she came to us instead. Mavis is fully black but if you look closely you can see darker black tiger stripes. Her eyes are greenish yellow. The picture looks identical to her

Cat #6: Mochi

Mochi is one of Mavis's siblings, though we only own those two. Mochi was deathly sick before, but once she got better we adopted her too. Mochi is a tuxedo cat, but she's mostly white with black on her back and sides. She also has thumbs and extra fingers, so she looks like she's wearing mittens or oven mitts. Her eyes are yellow, and there's something about her that makes you unable to feel anything but pure love and joy when looking at her. The picture looks like nearly identical to how she did when she was a kitten.

Dog: Mazie

Mazie is my dog. She will be eight in February. Her coat is light brown, her eyes are an amberish color, and she has dermatitis. We have no clue what type of dog she is, but she is definitely part pitbull and part lab and part hound. She was at a local organization that finds hones for pitbulls or pit mixes and when we saw her she was eating woodchips. Her other owners gave her up, but with how scared she was of the broom they clearly had hit her with it, and she still doesn't like stuffs with handles like brooms or vacuums or mops, etc. She also apparently got free from them and almost got run over by a cop car one time. The only difference between Mazie and this dog is that her color is a little less red and her eyes are brown.

[star-kissed583]

The boys

Single Dad Jackie (pt.3)

In this chapter, you’ll get to know the boys’ history a bit more and a little of who they are. Jackie most definitely does.

|| pt. 1 || <>>>>|| pt. 2 (previous) ||

"And that's all the bags....are you sure you can do this sir?"

Jackie looked at the kids he was adopting. The twins were holding hands, while the other two stuck close to each other.

"...yeah. I'm sure I can! I guess I'll see you guys in a couple of months for a check up?"

After a bit more of getting papers, Jackie smiles at the kids, "Alright kiddos! C'mon! Let's go to your new home!" He chirped as he gently carried Robbie with one hand, the other hand carrying the cart with the bags in it.

The boys looked at each other before following beside Jackie. Robbie looking down at them curiously.

There were the twins, about the age of Robbie-they were walking holding hands. One of them, Anthony, was leading the other. While the boy a bit behind, Jameson, or Jay for short, was following cluelessly.

Then there were the other two. One boy that was slightly older, Henrik, was following behind with a bit of a waddle. While the other, Chase, stayed right beside, making sure his friend doesn't trip. Small hums or whistles, or sounds in general leaving him randomly.

Jackie helped them all get in the car before placing Robbie in his car seat with his stuffy. He made sure everyone was buckled up before getting in himself and starting the car. Driving back home-though he stared at the road as he just realized what he did to himself, 'I got work to do...god this'll be a struggle...' he thinks.

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When they arrived back at the house, Jackie helped everyone inside and had them all in the living room. He watched as the kids all went to sit on the couch, while Robbie went to play with his toys.

"Okay...well I guess I we should introduce each other first-this is your new house! My name is Jackie, but whenever you guys feel ready, I am you're guys new dad!"

"Maybe." A German accent spoke. Looking at Jackie with a tilted head, "Scotty said, if prove in bit of months" he says-trying his best to look for the proper words.

The boy next to him nodded, a small whistle leaving him.

"Uh...yes, correct. I think...I have a couple months to show I can handle whatever you guys have. But it should be no biggie! I'm determined! And you?? What's your name and how old are you?"

"Henrik, me is 10 old" Henrik spoke, looking at the boy next to him for confirmation.

"No, it's 'I am 10 YEARS old' very close-*whistle*-though" the boy says while patting Henrik's back.

Jackie smiles at that, "And you must be his friend? Correct?"

"Yeah, I'm-eggs!- sorry, Chase...9 years old." He spoke as he whistled right after. Fiddling with his fingers a bit. Henrik rubbing his back.

Jackie nodded, looking at their interaction before glancing over to the twins.

Anthony had Jay beside him, rubbing the boys back. Jackie went Ive and crouched besides the two of them, "hey guys...mind telling me your names?"

Anthony stared at Jackie for a while. Before wrapping his arms around Jay in a hug, pulling his brother close. JJ let it happen, staying near his brother, hiding his face from where he thinks Jackie is.

"Uh...you guys are twins no? You two are one years old?"

"Yes sir" Anthony says. Nodding softly as he just held Jay, feeling how scared he was.

Jackie frowned at that, "Uh...You don't need to call me sir, your Anthony Jackson right? This your brother Jameson?"

Jamie flinched at hearing his full first name. Usually that meant he was in trouble in his old house. Anti held Jay closer, nodding, "Jay oki..." he mumbles.

Henrik watched from where he sat. He frowns, "Zhey came few days ago, from no good home." He spoke.

Jackie looks at Henrik, nodding softly, "Thanks Henrik" he looked back at Jay and Anthony, "Jay, you and your brother are close huh?"

Jamie heard the voice of the man. He turned his head, before feeling for his brother's hand. Nodding gently.

Anthony kept a protective arm around JJ. He saw the man's confused look, "Jay no see...no ‘alk ." He informed.

Jackie nods, understanding what he means, "It's fine...how about I make us some yummy Mac n Cheese? Oh!! I forgot, this is my son Robbie. He's one as well, but I'm sure you guys are gonna get along!" He says to the kids. "Feel free to explore the house while I make some food"

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A little get to know of the boys.

Henrik, the Jewish German boy, was an orphan that was transferred from Germany. Having been put in the system since he was 5. While he knows little English-he is incredibly smart. He's been adopted 3 times back in Germany and once in America before Jackie finally did. At one point he was close to losing hope with getting adopted-each time his two amputations ruining it. After a terrible huge accident back in Germany-Henrik had to get an amputation and lost his family.

Then there was Chase. The 9 year old was alone for most of his life. His family left him alone at the orphanage when he was 7. That’s when the tics started. After months of the family trying-they couldn’t handle it anymore and simply dropped Chase to the orphanage and sped off.

Anthony and Jay, the one year old twins had it rough. At first their childhood consisted of abuse from their father. The father didn’t care for the mother or the kids. JJ wasn’t always blind but he was always mute-he could see at one point if it weren’t for the dad. It resorted to the father soon being caught-but the family had gone homeless. Now fending off outside and living from abandoned houses to cars, the twins were soon found beside their mother’s cold body just a few days ago. Both cold and alone-Anthony having gotten an epileptic seizure. At such a young age, the boys suffered and were sent to the orphanage.

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“Boys! Food is ready!”

Jackie went over to help Robbie come to the table. Looking and seeing Anthony and Jay needed help. He went over, and offered his hand to them.

Anthony stared at the hand before hesitantly grabbing it and then holding Jay’s hand. The three heading to the table, the two oldest following behind

Henrik and Chase sat beside each other. Henrik stared at his food-before he mumbled a small blessing. Chase listening while holding Henrik’s hand.

Jackie stared in fascination, setting the three young boys in their chairs as he watched Henrik.

Once the boy finished, he smiles at Chase before both started to eat.

“You know you don’t have to do that at this house if you don’t want to.” Jackie says softly.

Henrik looked at Jackie before shaking his head, “Mama say for respect. We Jewish” he informed.

“I do it with him just so he’s not alone. Even if I have no clue what he’s saying” Chase spoke with a shrug.

Jackie smiles and nods, “Alright, whatever you feel comfortable, I won’t stop you” he says with a smile. Sitting down beside the younger boys to make sure they eat properly and don’t choke.

Anthony was helping Jay with eating while he eats. Though he looked over at Robbie curiously before focusing at his brother. Smiling at seeing Jay enjoy his food. Eating some himself while JJ chews.

Jackie watched happily as the kids ate. He was helping Robbie eat, knowing his son needed help still. Smiling as he pressed a loving kiss to Robbie’s forehead. He was happy with this-even if he knew it’d be a struggle.

[ash-etherwood]

I HAVE MADE ART AGAIN (Not x der zeit related so bear with me)

these guys are ooold vampire ocs from around 2010 or 2011 and last year i reread the few chapters of the story i made up for them and decided to completely redo everything and make new desings and all. i obsessively crafted a story for them for a few weeks, then forgot about them again for a year, and finally scanned them a few months ago, spinning the story some more and yeah. here we are. they are nothing more than a thought playground for me, i dont think ill ever write something with them but i like to play with them in my brain like little dolls. :3

as stated its a vampire story and the new titel is selfish monsters (which i made up on the spot admittedly lol but i kinda dig it) its generally about a little found family of vampires and humans who hunt and kill vampires they deem 'dangerous' (as in they kill recklessly or especially unethically yeah i know its a whole moral disaster). one day elaine, the leader of the group, encounters a comatose vampire boy and takes him in, waiting for him to wake up, and when he does almost 10 years later, he has no idea who he is or how he got into a coma and everyone tries to help him find out what the fuck is happening. yeah and from this point on, shenanigangs ensue. (^:

refs!!!!!

anne is one of the mentioned human vampire hunters of the group. she is an orphan and was taken in as a teenager by elaine when she lost her mom to a vampire who targeted sex workers. she swore revenge on said vampire and well …. got it in the end i guess. u_u anne is impulsive and witty but hides a lot of insecurities from being bullied as a teenager for … pretty much everything. being poor, being fat, having a single mom who did sex work, it was a whole thing. she is VERY opposed to the idea of being turned and made it very clear that when she dies she wants to STAY dead and guess how that works out,,

chris(topher) is the coma boy who doesnt remember who he is, where hes from, and who turned him and why, he doesnt even know how old he is, but after a while he finds out he was killed and turned by a cult leader in the late 70s whose goal was to resurrect jesus, but he disturbed the ritual and got into a fight with said cult leader which almost killed him again (undead version) but he fell into a coma instead. chris is filled to the brim with catholic guilt and bisexuality and cant stop helping people in danger. </3 (and biting lucas) he is also immune to crucifixes because his cult tortured each other so much with them that they became numb to the pain they inflict on them which yaaay!

lorelay is elaines best friend/right hand/girlfriend/soulmate/secret fith thing and she is a bitch ass tsundere goth girl who secretly cares about her shitty human brat sibling a lot and prides herself in being unnecessarily cruel. she is responsible for 'aquiring food' because elaine and chris both dont like to think about the fact that they have to kill to survive. she is the oldest vampire in the group, being turned in the early 1600s by an evil abbess who liked to collect pretty girls like dolls. if she is concerned for you she will throw you against a wall and yell at you. lovingly.

lucas is another human vampire hunter who got kicked out by his shitty dad for being trans and got picked up by elaine in the streets. hes a pretentious asshole who struggles with being nice, is annes best friend (later boyfriend), and acts insanely rude towards chris when he first wakes up, later discovering he just had a giant crush on him and didnt know how to act upon it,, he is incredibly horny for vampires and wants to be turned sooo bad or just bitten a lot please oh god somebody bite him and rip his clothes off and hhjassdjdgq,, he is a problem boy.

elaine is the group leader and and cant walk past an abandoned teenager without adopting them, sadly. she feels immense guilt about being a vampire and constantly tries to straighten it out by doing good things and helping people, hates thinking about what it means to kill to survive, and at the same time feels SO much anger towards humanity and surpresses her rage all the time which is. not good. she needs help tbh.

last but not least, magdalene the 2000-year-old-died-at-16 undead cult leader herself, who wants to resurrect jesus by stealing reliquaries from all over the world and performing a wittle necromancy on them,,, maggie says she just wants to bring back the messiah to free humankind but she actually. well. knew mr. christ personally in real life and misses him and doesnt know how to make other friends so. time to start a cult. <3 when getting new people for her cult, she targets already christian people in their late teens/early 20s and later assigns them the name of an apostle. everytime one of them dies, she find another one to fill their role. (chris was judas btw. it came as a real shock when he betrayed her. (^: ) she also kills anne which more or less forces chris to turn her to save her life because he couldnt stand the thought of losing her and well. its a whole thing.

yeah that was only a FRACTION of the extrensive vampire lore and story i have spun for them already but. if you have any questions i would love to be normal about them. :3c

[skeleton-in-a-hoodie]

A list of my au Splinters

I decided to make a list of how many different versions of this guy I’ve made (currently. I know what my brains like, there’ll probably be another one by the end of this year). bloody hell there’s 7 of these assholes

1) Ageswap Yoshi

This kid has been around the longest. Needs a nap, a hug and therapy. He’d love it if things could be calm for 15 minutes, but he also knows he’d spent the entire time worrying about what else was about to happen. Loves his family but his relationship with them is complicated

2) Dead Doesn’t Mean Gone Splinter

Touch starved as all hell after 12 years alone. May have the worst childhood out of all my Splinters, but is trying very hard to not let that impact his family. Loves his family with everything he’s got and does his best to be a good dad - he asks Mr Silver and Kirby for parenting advice when he’s not sure. Misses his brother.  Is an absolute dork and him loosing his memories due to REDACTED is not helped by his undiagonsed ADHD or autism. Is just after Ageswap Yoshi in terms of being comfortable doing rat stuff

3) Stolen child Splinter

Hey wouldn’t it be funny if we swapped around who was Oroku Keiji’s son? Wouldn’t it be fun if the day Splinter finds out he was kidnapped as a child his kidnapper/adopted father dies, he gets blamed for it, and flees to NYC with his wife, then within a month looses his humanity? And now they’ve got 4 sons to raise and aliens are hunting them too? (Okay, him and DDMG splinter are tied for worst childhood)

4) Lost boys Splinter

An au of The Stolen Child, where him and Saki are both Oroku Keiji’s sons on the run from the Hamato Clan who are trying to kill them. Is not having a good time, but he’s got his kids, wife and older brother. Saki is not surprised or impressed when his brother gets turned into a giant rat and brings home 4 mutant turtles

5) Nanana Ratdad/Ratman Splinter

Tired. Fed up. Keeps adopting waryward kids he co-parents with Kirby. The most likely of my Splinters to tell Shredder to get bent cause he’s busy right now. Somehow ended up in the Justice Force with actual superheroes. They all think the rat thing is just a gimmick and he has no intention of correcting them

6) Ghost Splinter 2 electric boogalo

Splinter doesn’t survive the fall in The Super Shredder/Darkest Plight and decides not to tell anyone about it. The gang all find out either when Shredder tries to kill him on top of the Wolf Hotel building, or when Shredder is brought back to life. Is trying to be a better father and make up for his mistakes

7) Time skip Splinter

His Turtles went into another dimension for a month... for them. For this Splinter 10 years have passed. Blamed himself for his sons’ ‘deaths’ and took up the fight against the Foot Clan alone. Karai/Miwa, April and Casey are trying to help him, but he is not having it. When the Turtles get back, he very much wants to wrap them up in blankets and keep them in the Lair where it’s safe. This old man also needs therapy

[goldentsum]

— made to be together.

PAIRING: adopted father! sakusa x adopted daughter! reader; sakusa x mentioned wife (beginning)

GENRE: smut, dark content

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: after trying so hard to get his wife pregnant so many times, sakusa is done and coming to the conclusion that his wife would never give him children. already fed up with trying and getting his hopes up, the two decided to adopt a child to avoid getting disappointed again. in the midst of searching for a daughter, he didn’t expect to find a sweet little thing he won’t be able to resist.

WARNING: pseudo-incest, age-gap (10+), smut, dark themes, unhealthy relationships, daddy kink, manipulative tendencies, implied miscarriages, creepy and asshole! sakusa, cheating, unprotected.sex, .dubcon, virginity loss, delusional! reader, narcissistic! sakusa, 17-18 years old! reader at the beginning but then turns 18+ when smut is happening

AUTHOR’S NOTE: MERRY CHRISTMAS HOES! tis a present from me~ first dark content fic and my first long fic after 2-3 months of hiatus! but i’m still excited! if you don’t like content like this just ignore this then. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH DARK THEMES. if you don’t like content like this, just block the tag tw.darkcontent,, READ WITH CAUTION!

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. be smart on the internet. if you don’t like it just click away, no need to hate. you are responsible for your time on the internet.

“shit” sakusa cursed as he sat on the bed, hands running up and down his face in stress and anger. his wife bit her lip at the sight of her husband getting angry. she called out with her small voice, trying to lighten up the mood and chirped. “w-we can try again, yoomi.. we have all the time in the world-” 

sakusa stood up, his beautiful wife’s words trailing off. he looked at her with a scowl, “and how many times more do we need to keep trying? it’s your fault, for fucks sake. always fucking it up and losing the damn child.” the glare on his dark eyes was enough to shut the timid woman up. sakusa saw how she was trying to make herself small in the large king size bed and scoffed. 

he then exited to go to the connected bathroom in their bedroom, leaving his wife with her self-destructive thoughts as she blamed herself for always stressing her husband out. it was her fault that the man was angry and sakusa makes sure she knows that. it was her fault that she can’t get pregnant. all of those time trying and money spent for vacations wasted because she can’t even do what normal women do. 

quickly wiping the pesky tears that run down her soft cheeks not wanting her husband to see it because she knows how sakusa doesn’t like it when she plays the victim. 

sakusa washed his hands on the sink, gritting his teeth in irritation. shutting the running water off and quickly wiping his hands on a clean towel he puts on the sink, he stared at his reflection. dark eyes trailed down his features. 

it wasn’t his fault. it was his wife’s. he is a capable man. he can do anything. he is not at fault here. how can he be? he’s perfect. he’s handsome. he’s rich. athletic. at his prime and can do anything his mind tells him to. 

“w-we can try other things...” sakusa heard his wife’s timid voice call out. his wife, such a delicate woman. a pathetic one too at that. 

the man rolled his eyes and moved to enter their shared room again. “what other things, misa?” 

the woman tried to smile, but her lips were too wobbly and shaky. “we can always a-adopt, right?” 

sakusa scowled at the suggestion. adopt? raise another man’s child? what kind of bullshit was that. that was the stupidest thing his wife ever came up with and that’s saying something. 

“i-i know what you’re t-thinking.. but uhm.. we can always just look around and see if you like them?” misa trailed off, her voice scared and small when sakusa only continued to stare down at her. 

“fine.” 

this is stupid and a waste of time. why is he even here? in this place filled with vermin and shitty things? oh that’s right. because of his wife, who’s stupid enough to suggest they go to an orphanage. 

dark eyes glared at the children playing on the courtyard. hate and shame filled sakusa’s being. why can’t he just have children of his own. tsk, of course the woman he chose to be with has to be utterly useless. sakusa scoffed at his thoughts and followed his wife. she was quite excited if he guessed correctly. her soft eyes observed the dirty children around them. 

“hello, welcome! welcome! come in” an old woman greeted them by the door, her smile wide and happy. the couple entered the large building much to sakusa’s dismay. 

“thank you so much for having us” sakusa heard misa said softly in front of him as he looked around the place and grunted in disgust when he saw the dusty windows. it was a good thing that he always wears a mask, other people are too inadequate to be trusted and they can’t even clean the damn place right. 

the headmistress smiled at the lovely woman in front of her then turned her gaze to the tall stoic man behind her. the two were in their separate world while the man ignored them. 

the older woman chuckled wearily making misa copy her in nervousness. the woman then toured them around the building, introducing little kids that might capture their attention but sakusa couldn’t care less. they won’t be adopting. he won’t take a little vermin into his house only for them to disturb his safe place.

sakusa grunted in boredom, making his wife’s attention snap to him. wide nervous and questioning eyes stared up at him. 

“i’m going to stay in the car.” he grumbled and walked away, leaving misa with the headmistress, not even waiting for her response. 

he left the building, the noise inside now was a muffled sound making him sigh in relief and irritation. sakusa climbed down the stairs of the porch, rolling his shoulders and groaned when his joints cracked satisfyingly. when he reached the bottom, he looked around and realized that it wasn’t where he parked his car. 

“for fuck’s sake.” cursing under his breath, he was about to go back inside when he noticed something or someone at the corner of his eye. 

he stood there in awe, looking at the most beautiful creature he has ever saw. you sat on the bench in the garden while flowers and trees accompanied you. you looked so picturesque and ethereal with your long (h/c) hair down in a braid on your shoulder and your white prim and immaculate dress. 

sakusa continued to look at you, loving the contrasting moment with you and the building where he hears the muffled noises inside. with you, it was quiet, peaceful. 

the man snapped out of it, scolding himself for ogling at a young girl. that was a new low and sakusa kiyoomi does not do low. he wasn’t the type of guy who’s creepy and fucking disgusting. he was above that. 

sakusa scowled and moved to enter the building again but then the door opened and in came into view was his wife and the headmistress. his wife stared at him in shock but quickly replaced it with a soft smile.

“yoomi... good timing, the headmistress was just going to introduce me to someone” his wife said, sliding down a hand to grasped his making him cringe in disgust but his wife was already used to that. 

the headmistress cleared her throat, seeing the awkward interaction, and smiled at the couple then to the garden where you were sitting at as you read. 

“(y/n) dear? where are you? i would like you to meet someone” the older woman called out and sakusa saw you perk up from your seat and smile at the headmistress. 

when you smiled, it felt like you just knocked the air out of his lungs and all he could think of is how to make you smile again, this time directed at him. 

you walked ever so gracefully and stopped when you were just merely a couple of feet away from him. from this distance, sakusa could smell the fresh scent of flowers that followed you. 

“dear, this is mr. and mrs. sakusa, they’re here to look for a child” the headmistress cooed at you while you smiled at her then turned to the couple, greeting them like the good girl you are. 

“hello, mr. and mrs. sakusa. i hope you’ve been successful in your search” your voice was a melodic chime, a sweet and alluring call like a siren, pulling him closer and closer. 

your big doe eyes then locked with dark ones. sakusa didn’t realize how beautiful the color (e/c) was until he saw it in your eyes. he just found his new favorite color. 

“the headmistress told me so much about you, (y/n). and i do hope it is successful as well” his wife giggled softly, looking at you. 

the older woman smiled at the couple and then turned to you, “go on, dear. go to your room” 

you raised a brow at that when you heard the line the headmistress uses when the children are about to get adopted. confused but also happy, you nodded and bid the couple goodbye. 

when you were out of sight, the headmistress then asked, “what do you think of (y/n)? she’s very smart. she’s a well-mannered girl and she helps the church” 

sakusa furrowed his brows in confusion then looked to his smiling wife who was quick to explain, “i suggested to the headmistress that it would be nicer to have an older child” 

“an older child...” 

the headmistress then cut in, seeing the tension that was rising between the couple, “an older child might be better, sir. mrs. sakusa told me that you and her have a very busy schedule” 

his wife nodded and smiled at the headmistress, “she’s perfect...” the older woman nodded as well, smiling brightly and bid them a small farewell to relay the news to you. 

“what the hell are you thinking, misa? have you gone crazy” sakusa glowered at his wife making her flinch. 

“i-... i want her yoomi! she’s perfect, isn’t she? and with o-our busy schedule, she can fit right in” misa argued, she really needed the company. 

sakusa always leaves her alone and when he does get home, all he does is belittle her. reminding her of her shortcomings as a wife, as a person... she needed someone... someone who can be her safe haven.

you sat inside the car, looking out of the window, happy that you were finally adopted. in the midst of your happy thoughts, you didn’t notice the constant shifting gaze to you by your new dad on the rear view mirror. 

misa turned to you from the passenger seat with a smile, “i’m so happy that you’re here, (y/n).” 

you smiled back at your new mom and nodded, “i’m very happy as well” 

the beautiful woman grinned at you and nodded back then sat normally again, humming a cheery tune under her breath. sakusa shifted his eyes again on the mirror to look at you. suppressing the shiver that ran down his spine when you caught him staring as you smiled at him, he ignored you and looked back to the road again. 

you let your smile fall when you saw the cold reaction the man gave you but quickly shrugged it off and looked back again to the window to watch the buildings go by. 

when you finally arrived at your new home, you gaped at the huge house. clearly, your new parents are rich. filthy rich at that. misa giggled at your expression making you snap out of your thoughts as you looked away in embarrassment at being caught while sakusa scoffed and exited the car, leaving you and misa alone. 

misa frowned at her husband but quickly smiled back at you, reassuringly, “don’t worry, (y/n)... your new daddy... he’s just a bit reserved and quiet...” 

you knew for sure that the man hated you or something. well, maybe hate is a strong word but you’re sure that he doesn’t like you. you nodded at misa with a small smile. 

“let’s go, sweetie?” misa exited the car as well making you follow her. you gaped at the sheer size of the house as some people went out of the house, greeting your new dad that ignored them and went to the car to get your things. 

you were about to help them but your mom quickly held your hand. misa smiled at you and led you inside, “it’s okay, sweetie. let’s just get you settled in, okay?” 

still a little awkward, you nodded and followed misa. your new home was stunning. it was spectacular! you knew you were lucky enough to get adopted at your age but adopted by a family that’s rich? it was amazing!

misa led you to your room as you looked at the large room in awe, admiring it. the beautiful woman giggled at you. you were like a breath of fresh air to her. it was always so silent, filled with tense atmosphere in the house but with you and your innocent energy, it was like she was in a different world now. 

“i guess you like it, sweetie?” 

you turned back to her and nodded with a huge smile, “it’s beautiful, miss. thank you”

misa pouted at your words making you think you have said something offensive, “miss? you can call me mom! i’m your mommy now after all!” her tone was youthful and happy. 

you nodded, “thank you, mommy” 

misa glowed at your words, eyes getting teary. you tried to go closer to her, worried but the beautiful woman only smiled at you and held the door, “i’ll let you settle in, sweetie. call me if you need something, okay? kiyoomi’s and my room is just around the corner” and then she shut the door. 

you smiled at the door, remembering your new mom. she must’ve been lonely. her eyes showed so much emotions. 

the couple was very busy, now you know why they didn’t adopt a younger child. also your mom was an absolute sweetheart. she was busy with her job but she always tried to make time for you. you two always bonded when she gets home. even though you can see that she was very tired, she always talked to you before going to bed. 

your mom was lonely. your daddy wasn’t home at all. you barely even see him and when you do see him, he never really acknowledges you. like that one time you greeted him on the way to the kitchen. 

you were going down the stairs and saw your daddy going up, to clean up you guessed. you smiled at him when he noticed you and chirped happily at him, “good morning, daddy!” 

the only response you got was a sharp inhale and then he was out of sight. you frowned at his cold response but you didn’t mind. your mommy said that it was quite normal and it takes time for your daddy to warm up to someone. 

but it has already been years since then and the only real conversation you had with him was when you asked if he could drive you to school because your usual driver was sick. 

you tried everything to make him like you. it was weird. you didn’t know why you want to be closer to him. you want him to look at you. his dark eyes locked with yours. you want to feel him. and it was making you feel sick with how desperate you are for the older man. it wasn’t right but you just couldn’t help it. the way he looked at you made you felt needed.

for the past years, sakusa was being tortured by his own mind. the sound of your voice follows him wherever he goes. your scent stuck on his skin when you hug him goodbye. your presence was like a ghost, haunting him. taunting him. 

he’s really trying to keep these feelings at bay but as years go by, you are starting to grow into a fine young woman. more curves appearing in your body, an alluring slope as your hips grew that sakusa desperately wanted to grip. thick thighs that was usually covered by thigh highs. lips so plump and red. 

everything about you was so perfect that it made sakusa want you more than ever. he wants you to want him too. he wants you to depend on him. call him with that soft teasing voice as you cry out the fucking name that makes him tick every time, “daddy~” 

sakusa groaned at his thoughts and held his head in his hands as he sat on the bed. you two were alone in this huge ass house. misa was out for a week because of her job and the thought of being alone with you makes him jumpy and his emotions in a messy whirlpool of madness. 

thoughts of how he can just fuck you right now makes his cock twitch in his sweats. 

he sighed in irritation, trying to think of something else because if he keeps this up he’ll only make himself horny and bothered and that doesn’t sound very enjoyable. 

a knock caught his attention. he looked at the door with a frown and answered, “who is it?” 

“it’s me, daddy” 

for fuck’s sake. why can’t you just leave him alone? if you keep this up, sakusa won’t be able to keep his emotions at bay and might do something that’s frowned upon by society. 

“what is it” 

the door opened and you stood by the door, your glossed red lips curled into a shy smile. sakusa’s dark eyes trailed down to your body, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. a thin singlet and short shorts hugged your gorgeous figure.

you are a goddess incarnate in his eyes. so immaculate. you were calling out to him like the snake in the garden of eden, tempting him to just bite the forbidden fruit already.

“-dy? daddy? are you okay?” sakusa’s eyes snapped back to your face. you looked worried. he sighed tiredly and nodded.

“do you need something?” 

you bit your lips in nervousness, his eyes watching the action. you hugged your figure, not knowing how to say what you had in mind. 

“u-uhm... i just thought that maybe we can eat together...--” you trailed off, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. 

the man made you nervous that was a fact but you would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. and that small little fact made you guilty and confused about why you felt like that for him. he was your dad for fuck’s sakes! yes, not really biologically but still your ‘dad’

you were ashamed that you thought of him that way. you can’t even consider him as your father. and every time you call him “daddy” it makes you shy. staring at him, you bite your lip as you wait for his response. 

sakusa grunted and nodded, standing up as he walked towards you. the unwavering gaze he had upon you made a shiver run down your spine. you looked up at him through your lashes, fluttering those pretty eyes up at him. 

that was the final straw! sakusa can’t keep this up! he has to have you and what better time to have you than now. you two were alone and you look so fuckable as always.

he gluped when he stopped right in front of you, so close. you two were just a breath away. your eyes drifted to his lips for a moment but quickly returned to his eyes, feeling the shame rise inside you when you realized what you did.

the older man wanted to coo at you when he saw the embarrassment that crossed your face. he wanted to tell you that it was okay. you can need him. you can want him all you want. hell, he preferred it. now that he saw the small action, he can’t help himself now. he can’t pass this opportunity.

“what’s wrong, sweetie?” he whispered, you shivered when you felt his minty and warm breath hit your lips. you stuttered at the nickname and guilt rise in you as you heard the same name your mommy calls you. 

“n-nothing, daddy...”

“you can tell me, (y/n). it’ll be just between us, don’t worry. i won’t tell a soul” the low seductive voice of your daddy made you clenched at nothing as heat spread across your cheeks. 

“i-.. i uhm..” you continued to stutter. sakusa hummed in amusement at your obvious awkwardness, a small smirk growing in his pink lips.

“do you want daddy?” he whispered, leaning closer to you as your noses touched and your lips barely grazed each other but it was enough to get you excited. sakusa could feel your breath hitching as he does so. 

your eyes turned half-lidded and you pouted in embarrassment, lips curled in such an alluring way. 

“c-can i have daddy?” 

sakusa’s heart started beating rapidly inside his ribcage, this was so new for him. he never felt like this before, not even with his wife. you have such an effect on him, it was scary. 

“you can have daddy anytime, sweetheart” he grunted, tongue swiping against his bottom lip to wet it as he watched you lean closer, slowly standing on your tippy toes.

sakusa groaned at your slow movements and quickly leaned closer, kissing you with ferocity. his large hands gripped your hips, maneuvering you inside the bedroom as he slammed you against the wooden door. you gasped at the pain but it quickly faded into pleasure. 

he groaned into your lips, taking advantage of your open mouth to slither in his tongue into your mouth. you moaned when he started licking and playing with your wet muscle. you unconsciously grinded against him, searching for friction. sakusa moaned into the messy kiss when your clothed heat grazed against his hard cock. 

his hands drifted down to your thighs, squeezing and kneading it. the heat of his palms was so distinct. he then gripped your thighs, carrying you up. you squealed at the sudden movement and quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him. in that new position, your clothed pussy was directly against his member. 

you gasped at the feeling of sakusa’s dick twitching against you. the male groaned and started kissing down your neck, your arms tightening around his neck. the overwhelming feeling of his lips trailing hot wet kisses against your sensitive neck and his constant grinding of his cock against you was too much. 

your moans spilling out your pretty red lips as you tried to match your daddy’s grinding. sakusa’s breath heavy against you, it was all too much for him. you were finally in his arms, moaning like the pretty slut that you are. sakusa could feel your wetness sipping through the thin cloth of your shorts. 

he removed you from the door and carried you to the bed as his body covered yours. leaning against one of his arm while one hand groped your chest, his large hand slowly slithered down and in your singlet and caressed your stomach, savoring every skin until he reached your bra. 

he continued to litter your pretty and sensitive neck with his marks, humming in satisfaction when he sees your neck covered with bite marks. you whined when his hips stopped moving against you for a moment. sakusa leaned back a bit to look at you. his breath hitched when he saw you. you were such a sight to see. 

your eyes heavy and dark with lust, chest heaving with every pant. your singlet was raised up to expose your smooth stomach. your lips were red and a little swollen as your red gloss was smeared across your chin and lips. 

“you’re such a sight, sweetheart,” sakusa praised, making you whine as your hips bucked

“my pretty baby” he muttered then he captured your lips again, biting your bottom lip and quickly soothed it with his tongue. 

“d-daddy, i need you...” you whimpered through the kiss, your words muffled with sakusa’s lips against yours. 

“don’t worry your pretty little head... daddy will take care of you” 

his hand then trailed down, leaving your boobs. he tipped down to your shorts and in your panties, grazing your mound as you gasped against his lips. 

“so wet... is that all for daddy?” 

you cried out at the unfamiliar feeling when sakusa massaged your clit. the older man’s hissed at the wetness, his self-control slowly threatening to snap. 

“have you touched yourself before, princess?” 

your eyes widened at his question but shook your head no, embarrassed by it. your hands gripped sakusa’s shoulder when he started massaging your clit faster, gasping at the pleasure coursing through you. 

“you’re so cute, (y/n)” he muttered, watching your virgin body already shaking at such light actions. 

sakusa’s hand left your shorts making you whine at the loss of pleasure but was quickly followed by a welp when the man removed your shorts, your body getting tugged along at his aggressive action. 

you lowered your gaze and clenched your thighs together, trying to hide from your daddy’s intense gaze. sakusa clicked his tongue and gripped your thigh, “let daddy see you, pretty girl” 

you slowly let your legs open, your embarrassment worsening when you felt the air nipping at your skin. sakusa admired your wet pussy out in display just for him. his fingers touched your wetness ever so slightly but even that makes you gasp. 

“so beautiful...” you heard your daddy whisper making your heart full that he finds you attractive. sakusa wet his fingers with your arousal, caressing the clenching hole but never really prodding inside. 

you watched sakusa between your legs, biting your lips when you saw the prominent tent on his grey sweats. you let your head hit back against the pillows, trying to control your breathing as your nervousness slowly got to you. 

“that’s good, baby. relax for daddy. my pretty girl is so smart” 

sakusa groaned when he finally sunk one finger inside you as he watched you whimper while your hips buckled against him. “so wet and tight...” 

he watched you get lost at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. his gaze then went back to your cunt and his finger, seeing the thin string on his finger that connected him and your pussy. sakusa groaned and leaned down, capturing your neglected clit in his mouth. 

you cried at that, looking down at sakusa. your eyes locked as he fingered you and his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you threw your head back when he hit the spongy spot inside of you. he hummed in satisfaction making you shiver at the vibration as he added another finger. 

the older male watched your body writhe because of his ministration, finding it so alluring and seductive when you arched your back so prettily when he kept hitting your g-spot. he sucked on your clit, his tongue massaging it. the rising of pleasure was too much for you and the feeling of something threatening to snap in your stomach made you teary. you cried, hips moving frantically chasing the pleasure given to you. the clenching of your pussy against sakusa’s fingers was the sign that you were close. so deliciously close. his movements quickened at that, wanting you to cum for him. the sound of your wetness was embarrassingly loud and sakusa’s constant smacking as he ate you out messily was getting you closer than you want to admit. 

the unfamiliar feeling of the intense pleasure made you close your eyes, loud moans escaping you. the constant flicking of his tongue finally pushing you to the edge as you cum. loud whimpers and whines escaped you as sakusa rode your orgasm for you, moaning against you when he felt your cum sticking to his fingers, trailing down to your ass. 

he released your sensitive clit, swiping a last lick on to it, and his fingers moved away from you, the wetness made his fingers glossy. you panted on the bed, the sensitivity of coming for the first time still in your system. sakusa smiled down at you and kissed you. you whined when his hard cock nudged your sensitive pussy. 

“will you let daddy fuck you, princess?” 

you moaned softly at his dirty words and nodded tiredly, opening your legs like the good girl you are. sakusa’s eyes turned dark and removed his hard cock out of his sweats. you gaped at the size and closed your eyes with a hiss when he grinded against your still sensitive cunt. you looked up at him with a pout and grasped his tight t-shirt. 

“w-wanna see daddy too” you muttered with a pout, tugging at his clothes. sakusa smirked and nodded, removing every piece of cloth in his body until he was nude. your eyes trailed up and down his body, trying to memorize every feature. hands going to his body, caressing his skin. 

“you’re p-pretty too, daddy” you whispered shyly, smiling at him. sakusa didn’t reply but only moved closer to you, letting his nose graze your cheek, nuzzling into you. you giggled softly at his affection. you guessed that this was his way of showing his love.

“ready for me, baby?” he asked as you nod, grasping unto his shoulders. sakusa lined his hard cock against your wet cunt, slowly nudging forward. he hissed at the feeling of your tight and wet pussy clenching around him. 

you felt divine. so good. so wet and warm. and you’re all his. 

you gasped at the feeling, it was so much larger than his fingers but the stretch was addicting enough. you moaned when your daddy kept going in. you panted, tongue lolling out when he finally bottomed out. you felt so full. 

sakusa grabbed your hips, moaning beside your ear. he waited for you to adjust to the feeling of his cock and when you grinded back, he knew you were ready. 

he started slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls dragging against his thick cock, your wetness sticking on him. sakusa then groaned when the pleasure started getting intense, chasing the high of it. 

your nails made crescent marks on his skin, moaning loudly at the feeling of the constant pumping of his large cock inside of you. the tip of his cock nudging your cervix, so deep inside of you. 

you choked on a moan when he hit your g-spot again, the sensitivity was making you tear up whilst sakusa leaned back, watching your body tremble at his mercy. he watched your pussy suck him back in every time, your cum decorating his cock with strings. 

he fucks you with intent, loving the way your boobs bounce to the way he fucks you hard. your pretty mouth open, letting strings of loud moans out, whilst a thin line of drool escaped to your chin. eyes almost getting crossed eye with how good he’s fucking you. 

“you like that, baby? you like the way daddy fucks you dumb?” you could only cry out, incoherent mutters and cries was the only thing sakusa heard from you. 

the man groaned when he felt his release coming way sooner than he expected. the way you were clenching around him was almost enough to send him over but he doesn’t wanna cum before you cum again. 

sneaking his hand on your pussy, he started rubbing your clit with rough circles. you sobbed at the intensity. your legs shaking around sakusa’s hips as he grinded against you harder. 

“fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum...” he cursed, his rhythm getting sloppier as he chased his high. 

your moans gotten louder at that as sakusa smirked when he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, “you like that? you want daddy’s cum inside you?

fucked out from your daddy’s thrusts, you could only arch so beautifully for him. your position making it easier for sakusa to hit deeper inside you.

“cum for me, princess. cum for daddy” sakusa groaned, hand frantically rubbing your clit pushing you to another orgasm. you sobbed when you felt your second orgasm rushing into your system, eyes rolling back to your head while your pussy milked sakusa’s cock, making him paint your insides with thick ropes of white. your body jerking violently against his at the feeling of the intense climax.

the man growled and it trailed into harsh moans, his hips rolling against you as he rode yours and his climax. 

the room was filled with harsh and loud pants as you two climbed down from your highs. you gulped, throat dry and sore from all the screaming you did. your thighs trembled around sakusa’s hips. he slowly let your legs down and lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. his strong chest against your slender back.

you moaned when you felt the soreness kicking in but cuddled back to him, touching and caressing his arm that was thrown over you. you hummed, satisfied, when you felt his cum dribbled out of you. it was his love inside of you.

sakusa’s heart was full. you were finally his. finally in his arms and he’ll be a fool to let you go. he’ll get rid of the older hag after this, he has no need for her anymore now that you were beside him..

he won’t share you with anyone. you are his. only his. and anyone who gets between you two will suffer the consequences. sakusa guarantees it. his dark eyes trailed down to your body, admiring your bruised skin. 

“are you okay, sweetheart?” you heard him asked quietly behind you. you smiled and nodded, leaning your head back. 

“i am...” 

sakusa hummed, sleepiness coming over him. his hand touching your stomach where his cock was bulging out earlier.

“w-will daddy be here with me when i wake up?” 

“i’ll always be with you, princess. i love you... now sleep” 

you bit down a huge grin on your lips, listening to sakusa’s breaths that started to get even signaling that he has fallen asleep. your daddy loves you. no one ever said that. no one ever treated you like him. it was a nice change from all the times you were alone in the orphanage. 

the moment felt warm and gentle like it was a moment shared by a couple who loves each other deeply. you hummed a soft sleepy tune, your hand caressing his arm to his hand. 

your warm and soft moment came crashing down when your hand touched a cold metal on his finger. your (e/c) eyes trailed down and stared down at the ring that was glistening as the light hit it, heart thumping in shame and guilt when reality hit you like a wave. 

that’s right. he’s married and he’s your “daddy”. 

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )