#the dads are just in the back all proud and content like look our sons are happy

[moody-alcoholic]

Family

Now I will have a glass of wine and relax for the evening, because editing 2 chapters back to back was rough.

Summary: Ghoap x Reader, throuple. Slow burn (sorry but not sorry). 2.8k words. Reader is female (she/her), army nurse, non descript physical features, names used: Ashe. CW: Child abuse, mentions of war, toxic family dynamic, fuck Jack, alcohol.

AN: This chapter does have some heavy topics so if you want to skip it due to the content warnings that’s fine. You CAN skip this chapter and not miss any of the main story notes. This is basically just a little backstory into Jack and the shenanigans his family have been up to. TLDR: It's okay of you skip this chapter, we still hate Jack, fuck him he’s a bad person.

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Jack had always hated being told what to do, from a young age he would fight back. ‘A problem child’ his mother would say when he would kick up a fuss in public. ‘Just needs some strict discipline’ people would reply. Coming from a military family he learnt from a young age how to follow orders. His family were very proud of the fact they could trace their family history all the way back to the civil war. Jack had never questioned what he would do in life, he always knew in this household when you turn 17 you’re joining the military. He just hated being told what to do, then one day it all changed.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, 14 years old, his parents where hosting a goodbye party for his brother who was about to be shipped off to war. A right of passage, someone to look up to. Jack did look up to his brother, he loved his brother, watching him walk around in his shiny new uniform being doted on by everyone was the first time Jack decided maybe the military was for him. It was when his mother asked him to do something for her that he decided to kick up a fuss, he didn’t want to leave the party, didn't want to miss saying goodbye to his brother. 

“That boy needs some discipline!” His grandfather shouted at him pointing his cane. That was the only thing Jack remembered about his grandfather, the cane and the Vietnam War medals he would wear constantly. His mother screamed at him to listen making even more of a scene. 

“If I spoke to my mother like that my father would beat me! Young kids now-a-days have it too easy! You’ve all gone soft, God help our nation if these are the soldiers of tomorrow!” His grandfather barked. His mother embarrassed and frustrated attempted to drag him inside, it only made him fight harder. His father gripped him by the collar despite his mothers pleas that ‘she can handle it.’ He was dragged into the kitchen thrown on the cold tile floor. 

“How dare you embarrass me like this!” His father yelled. Jack was used to his father yelling used to feeling the back of his fathers hand on his face. This time was different, this time his father was furious. 

“I hate you!” Jack shouted as he pulled his body off the floor. His fathers fist found his face knocking him off his feet and the wind out his chest. Before Jack could react his father was dragging him along the floor. He pulled the pantry doors open throwing Jack inside.

“You will stay in there and think about your actions! No son of mine will ever speak to me that way!” The door was slammed shut the deadbolt closed. Jack sat there in the dark his head throbbing as he sobbed.

His brother let him out, opening the door and bending down, Jacks eyes still raw from crying, his head still throbbing. 

“Chin up champ, dad doesn't mean it, he loves you really.” He said extending his arm out to help him up. 

“He hates me,” Jacks said burring his head back in his knees, ignoring the hand. 

“He doesn't hate you, he just gets mad sometimes.” 

“Take me with you.” Jack begged, his brother just laughed. 

“I’m going to a war zone, I don’t think they let kids come Jackie.” 

“Don’t call me that!” Jack shouted back, he hated being called Jackie, Jackie was a girls name. His brothers and cousins would call him that to wind him up, he hated it. His brother laughed again walking into the pantry and sitting next to him. 

“How about when I’m back I’ll take you on a trip somewhere? New York, we could spend the day there see all the sights.” 

“New York’s boring.” Jack said huffing. 

“Okay, what about DC? You love DC, we’ll go to all the museums spend the weekend stuffing our faces.” Jack smiled at his brother who smiled back.

“You have to be good though? No more kicking up a fuss, no more fighting with mom and dad. Be a good boy and we’ll go for the whole weekend?” His brother said nudging him. Jack smiled throwing his arms round his brother. It was a good hug, the type of brotherly love Jack missed. Jack promised to be good, promised to not fight with his parents. He kept his promise, learned to just do as he was told even if he didn’t like it. 

His brother never came home. They said it was a bomb, some kind of landmine, there wasn’t even a body to bring home. Jack remembers his mothers sobs late into the night, his father becoming more withdrawn and distant. His other siblings leaving home one by one, each with a look of dread on their faces when they were sent to fight the same war that killed their brother. When they all came home safe time after time Jack couldn’t tell if his dad was relieved or disappointed. 

“To die for your country is the greatest honour you will ever know. Your brother gave his life for our freedom, you will do the same.” His father said as Jack left for marine boot camp. Jack liked being a marine, enjoyed it, met Susan his wife a navy mechanic one tour. When he went back to the US to get married, it was the first time he had seen his dad be proud. 

“You did good son, you’ll be wanting to start a family no doubt.” Jack’s father said to him on his wedding day. 

“I think it’s time you got introduced to the family business, so you can provide for my grandchildren.” Jack looked at his father confused. Little did he know what kind of world he was about to get himself into. 

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“We need to get rid of 141, they’ve already shut down our operations in Iraq and Urzikstan, if they get our routes in Syria or Lebanon we’re in trouble.” Jacks father says. Jack wasn’t really paying attention, sipping his whisky looking out down at the garden of his in-laws house getting ready for the party below. 

“I thought you were handling it?” Jacks father-in-law, Albert asked. 

“We ran into some problems in Urzikstan.” 

“Anything we should be concerned about?” 

“No, it’s being delt with. We should focus our concerns on the Syria route, we can deal with the rest later.” Jack heard a glass being put down, he turned to look. His father and father-in-law were stood round a desk in Albert’s study looking through papers. Jack walked over to the desk his fathers eyes watching him. 

“You are ready for Syria?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” Jack replied. 

“Getting you that base used all my contacts, you’re lucky your father was able to get you the promotion so quickly.” Albert said filling his glass with another drink. Jack was happy he got the promotion and the base, a supply depot in the middle of Syria. It is mainly used as a medical facility for the surrounding bases and a restock depot. Quiet and filled with supplies, supplies Jack would be responsible for selling to Al-qatala. It’s the first time he had been trusted to do something like this alone, without his fathers or his brothers help.

There was a knock at the door, Albert closed the files they were looking at and got up to answer it. Jack looked at his father sipping his drink, Albert was talking too hushed for Jack to hear. The music had started out in the garden, people must be starting to arrive. Albert came back to the table and finished his drink. 

“I am required to greet guests, I expect you to be down for my wife’s speech.” He says straightening his uniform out. Jack salutes him as he leaves. 

“Captain Price is going to be here tonight, I would assume he is bringing the rest of them with him. You should use tonight to get to know them, find their weaknesses.” Jacks father said.

“Are they really that much of a problem?” Jack asked. 

“They can become a problem very easily. Right now though we think we have thrown them off the trail.” Jacks father says finishing his drink. He pats jack on the shoulder putting the glass back on the drinks tray. 

“Don’t wait around too long Jack you’re expected to show your face at this event.” Jack nodded as his father left the room leaving Jack alone. He looked over at the folder, the one with all the intel collected on 141. He flipped it open seeing pictures, he needed to remind himself who to look out for. There was another knock at the door he quickly put the folders away leaving his glass and going to answer it. It’s his squad-mates-or since his promotion ex-squad-mates-they owed him one last favour though. 

“It wasn’t hard to get,” One of them says holding the gun out. Jack moves so they can come into the room. 

“Okay look, she needs to be gone before the speech starts and she needs stay gone for the whole night,” Jack explains. “The gun is to scare her only, that’s all you’re doing is scaring her.” They nod and the one with the gun tucks it away in his waist so it’s hidden. 

“Why are we scaring her again?” Jack hit’s him over the head tutting. 

“None of your business, you’re getting paid for it but only if she’s gone for the whole night.” Jack says.

“What can we do though? What if she screams or something?” Another one asks. 

“Gag her I don’t care, no marks on the face or arms though, in fact try to avoid leaving any evidence at all.” Jack says rubbing his temple. He starts to move them out the room.

“Come find me at the end of the night.” He says following them out. They head downstairs and Jack takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror in the hall, he always liked the way he looked in his formal’s, he likes the way it made him feel. Jack always liked the power of being in control, and now with his father and father-in-law trusting him with this latest trade he felt more powerful then he had before, he liked that, he smiled at himself in the mirror then headed out to the party. 

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Jack’s father walked up to him as he was mingling with some people. He felt the familiar squeeze on his arm. A sign to wrap up his conversation and move away from the crowd. He let his father lead him back over to the bar. 

“10 o’clock that’s Price, don’t stare.” His father said then ordered a drink. Jack turned to look his eyes scanning the crowd until he say him, he did recognised him, it’s his beard that gives him away.

“Who’s the guy with him?” Jack looking back at his father and ordering a drink. 

“Riley, his lieutenant, the guy greeting them is MacTavish.” Jack turned to look taking a sip of his drink. 

“Who’s the woman?” Jack asked looking back.

“Friend of Chloe’s MacTavish is her plus one.” Jacks father replied finishing his drink and ordering another. 

“His girlfriend?” Jack asked, his father sighed, Jack knew that was his job to find out. 

“Is she military?” Jack asked, he expected a sigh back.

“Army nurse, that’s all I know.” Jacks father got up off the stool. The band started to die down as Jacks mother-in-law took to the stage. Jack was not listening but he did raise his glass and nod when she mentioned his name, pointing him out as people turned to look at him. Chloe was absent from the rest of her family, thank God something is going right and they’ve done their job.

He wanted to make his way round the crowd towards Price, talking to them would be a good start to get intel. When the speech was finished everyone clapped and he started to make his way over as the music picked up again. Jacks father had beaten him too it of course, already shaking hands with Price. Jack picked up the end of the friendly introductions. 

“This is my son Jack,” He introduces them and Jack shakes Price’s hand. Jack listens to his father talk as his eyes focus over each person, they seem harmless enough, one of them is missing Garrick, maybe he was somewhere else in the party. Jack felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to look. It was one of his squad-mates. He squeezed his lips together grabbing him by the arm and leading him away from the crowd. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks. 

“There’s a problem, some girl came and caught us she took Chloe.” Jack feels his stomach drop, he quickly looks around.

“Where are the others?” He asks. 

“In the pool house, she gave Chris a bloody nose.” Jack dipped his head.

“Fucking hell, what did she look like?” Jack asks. 

“I-I don’t know,” He says stammering. Jack sighs.

“How drunk are you?” Jack says smacking the beer bottle out his hand. “If you saw her again could you point her out?” 

“Yeah,” He says sheepishly. Jack nods pulling him back to the crowd, he’s looking around as Jacks eyes fall back to Price and his father seemingly wrapping up their conversation as they shake hands. 

“Her there.” He points suddenly, Jack slaps his hand down tutting but looking in the direction. He sees the movement in the crowd and manages to catch a glimpse. Shit. It’s the girl MacTavish came with.

“You sure it’s her?” He asks. 

“Yeah, that’s her.” 

“Are any of you sober?” Jack asks. 

“Brian’s only had one beer.” 

“Bring him to me and the rest of you say out of my sight.” Jack says waving him away. Jack waits around till Brian arrives. 

“Follow, and don’t have anymore to drink I need one of you to be sober.” Jack says as he leads him inside. There are some people mulling around mostly interacting with Jack’s mother in law. Jack finds a corner with Brian as they pretend to make conversation. After a few minutes watches as Price leaves out the front door followed by Riley with the woman, MacTavish and Chloe. 

“Go get the car ready.” Jack says as he finishes his drink Brian nods slipping out the front door. 

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They follow them to an apartment building in Canary Wharf, everyone but Price leaves the car heading into the building. When Price drives away Jack reaches into the back of the car bringing out a laptop. Brian tries to make conversation Jack ignores him trying to find the mystery woman’s military file. Who was she and what connection does she have with 141? According to all the intel they had she has no connection with them. She has to be a friend though. Jack was just about to give up when he saw something that caught his eye. A medical note for MacTavish, signed by an army nurse, now he had a name, he looked her up. 

“Oh that’s her.” Brian says pointing at the picture on the file. Jack smiled, now he has a name, and a location. He makes Brian drive him back to the party and finds his dad pulling him back into his father-in-laws office. He places the laptop down on the table with her file open. 

“Who’s she?” His father asks. 

“How we get intel on 141.” Jack explains the situation to his father, leaving out the hazing part. The whole time looking for any kind of approval in his fathers expression. 

“How do you know she’ll talk?” His father asks. 

“She doesn’t need to, it’s win win either way she’s a bargaining chip.” Jack says.

“How do you know she’s so important to them?” Jack paused for a second. 

“I have the boys watching their movements.” He says, somewhat of a lie. His dad sighs he seems unimpressed. 

“I’ll get her on your base, regardless if you can get info out her or not this can’t fuck up any of the deals we’ve made.” His father almost spits at him. 

“Yes, sir, of course not.” Jack’s father finishes his drink handing the glass to his son. He looks like he want’s to say something more instead he shakes his head leaving the room. Jack watches him leave then turns back to look at the file on the laptop, she had to be close to them, she had to be the key, and there are always multiple ways to get information from someone. Army nurse, he scoffs, she’ll be easy to break.  

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[matan4il]

911 ep 708 first watch reactions

Oh, poor Bobby.

Seeing him at that AA meeting, his past failures that made him wanna take his own life rubbed back in his face with the intention to hurt, was painful. Especially because you realize Amir would not be saying anything, unless he realized at that meeting that Bobby is the kind of good guy that can be hurt by hearing about the consequences to other people of his own actions. If Amir had gotten the idea that Bobby is the kind of cold-hearted bastard who did not care and could "just walk away," then his whole little speech would have been pointless, and another path for revenge would have been needed instead.

But to see little Bobby, so happy and proud when it came to his dad the firefighter captain, realizing he must have wanted to be just like his hero all these years, really brings into focus how much he must have felt like an even greater failure in his own mind, no matter how many good things he did, how many people he saved, how often he was willing to sacrifice his life to save others', and how hard he's worked to fix the faults that caused this tragedy in the first place. And not just since the fire that killed 148 people, but from the very moment that his drunk dad started gaslighting him, as if the senior (supposedly heroic) Captain Nash's sins were the fault of his son.

"I never counted the survivors."

Why does this show keep hurting me by striking in the places closest to home. :( My grandparents were all Holocaust survivors, and yeah, I know firsthand that survivors are victims, as well as sometimes their family members, too. I'm a third generation, and I know exactly where the Holocaust has scarred my grandparents, my parents and me. I know what the Nazis and their collaborators did, does not stop in May of 1945, and is not close to over in May of 2024. Grief, pain and loss can be like that stone thrown into the water, where the circles that come out of it may extend far beyond the initial point of impact.

What Athena said to Bobby about how it needed to matter to him that he's a different person now than he was back then is so incredibly important. It was a good ep, but at the end of the day, most of us don't get to heal by saving people's lives. We find what we can fix and we do, we choose to be kind with others, we eventually learn that the measure of compassion and mercy we show to ourselves also matters, and we try to find the right balance between all of these things. That last part is probably the hardest. But that's the real work of life, and that one I think is true for all of us, no matter what our circumstances might be.

Thank you for reading! If you’re looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

[verdemoun]

So I have a new idea for a hypothetical ask. All the parental figures/old folks meeting up. Hosea, Bessie, Darraugh, Hamish, Lenny’s dad That’s mentioned in his letter possibly, Grimshaw, Dutch and the less parental Strauss, and Uncle

I would love them to just get to hang out together and in some cases away from the rest of the gang’s shenanigans (c’mon let Hamish and Hosea and Darraugh have there own shenanigans!!!) Plus I am a sucker for any hypothetical Hamish content and Hosea and Grimshaw are two of my favorite gang members :>

this made me laugh hypothetical au where the known parents of the gang turn up for no reason and get into antics

it feels like an intervention with darragh, mr summers, the duffys and later grimshaw and bessie all chiming up to yell at dutch and hosea What the everloving FUCK did you do to our boys. look at them. they have anxiety.

dutch tries to defend himself and hosea has to give him the shut up look because his talk of ideals immediately backfires when mr summers points out they left lenny to die alone.

the parents magically know what happened in rdr2. darragh and mr summers are instant best friends and are taking turns holding each other back from punching dutch in the face. mammy duffy does land a punch before her husband catches her

dutch and beatrice morgan get along a little too well and hosea is suddenly very thankful they never met because they both have that extra bit of neurological spice in the same direction. maybe it's schizophrenia, maybe it's unspecified delusions of grandeur but they both speak in pretty language that isn't entirely grounded in reality and very much feed that energy in each other.

lyle morgan pipes up about not being surprised arthur turned out to be a killer because there was always something wrong with that kid and hosea beats him with a chair. hamish stops hosea only to take the chair himself and join in. fuck lyle morgan

uncle only turned up to eat popcorn and watch williamson sr and marston sr both drink themselves stupid and then was so mildly infuriated by the display he decided fuck you they're my kids now. tell me uncle isn't the closest thing bill has to a positive male figure in his life in rdr2.

micah bell the second is annoyed at how much micah has slightly improved for the better in modern era. his 'wife' who is instead very proud of her son for finally being the slightly good person she always believed he was capable of being slaps him. dutch joins in punching gross old man who raised son to be as mentally warped as micah is - and that's coming from the master gaslighter himself

in more fun stuff: hamish, hosea and pappy duffy would be fishing pals, sit in silence drinking beer sort. uncle tags along but they aren't convinced he even owns a fishing rod. hamish and hosea have brief conversations about what a good kid arthur is while on the inside they are punching the ground screaming because he has done so well for himself and they're so proud he finally got the chance to just be happy

as much as they loathe dutch for encouraging their boys to be outlaws instead of using his resources to help them rebuild their lives and actually doing good, darragh and mr summers can't stop themselves from getting into pseudo-intellectual debates with dutch and annabelle. they all have really similar ideals about common good but disagree about how it is achieved and it's very amusing to see them get animated about it

grimshaw, bessie, mrs bell, mammy duffy and hosea are also gossips and love nothing more than sitting around drinking coffee and talking about their gaggle of children. also mrs bell is so beautiful and charming everyone is trying to decode how micah was produced. they are all just sharing childhood stories like micah picking weeds to be a bouquet for his mama who he adored and arthur's fishing story and the mission of giving john a bath and you can just tell they all love their kids.

[auriel187]

The More Things Change. (S1 E7)

Word Count: 2440

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A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

I was sitting on the porch rolling my eyes as Cory and Shawn were in the backyard, collecting snails. I had tried telling them that it was just a play by Mr. Feeny but as usual, they didn't listen to me. Mr. Feeny was standing behind me looking over at the two boys.

Alan came out into the backyard looking for his son. "Hey, guys. Hmm, collecting snails?" I looked over at the boys, before I continued drawing the flowers.

Cory looked up at his father proudly. "Yeah, Mr. Feeny said we could take 'em off his flowers and use 'em for bait for when we all go fishing Sunday."

Alan looked at our teacher. "Fish don't eat snails."

Mr. Feeny chuckled. "Gee, I guess I was mistaken." I almost fell off the porch, rolling in a fit of laughter. I'm not sure why I found it so funny but to me it was hilarious. Shawn came over and lifted up my sketchbook. Looking down at the flowers he was just sitting in front of and looking back at me, he smiled. I couldn't wait to go fishing with him and Cory. Just a day to be stupid with those two sounded amazing.

"Well, whenever you guys get ready, the bass master here is all set to pass on to the younger generation some of the finer points of spin casting." Alan said to the three of us.

"Manipulating young and impressionable minds. I hope you're proud of yourself, Mr. Feeny." Cory looked up at our teacher with his hands on his hips.

"Indeed I am, Mr. Matthews." Mr. Feeny smiled and turned away from us.

"Come on, guys. Now, the main thing to remember is that basically, it's a simple flick of the wrist." Alan said as we hopped the fence. Well technically, they boys hopped the fence, I was lifted over it. I swear I must've weighed the same as a dust bunny. "You open the bail, hold the line with your finger, and then it's two o' clock, ten o' clock; two o' clock, ten o' clock; two o' clock, ten o' clock..." the hook swung over his head behind.

"Kind of a "quarter after three" thing you got going on there, Dad, huh?"

Mr. Feeny approached the fence. "May a, ah, fellow angler try his luck?"

Alan looked over at the older man, "Be my guest, George." He said, handing the fishing rod to him.

I watched as Mr. Feeny mutters softly before he casts perfectly into a bucket. "It's like getting back on a bicycle. One never forgets." He smiled, content with himself.

Cory looked up at him. "Mr. Feeny, you fish?"

Mr. Feeny nodded. "Oh, sure, I'm an old bass hog from way back. I'll never forget that September morn. 1956. I was after smallmouth bass on the Louisiana delta." I listened so intently. This sounded like such a brilliant story.

Alan didn't seem to think so though. "Sounds fascinating, George." He says sarcastically.

Mr. Feeny didn't seem to catch the disinterest as he went on, much to my pleasure. "Spanish moss hanging down, and the cypress knees jutting up through the brackish water of the bayou..."

Alan tried again. "Sounds fascinating, George." Mr. Feeny stopped and I pouted. I'll have to ask him about it later.

"Dad, how come Eric's not coming with us this year?" Cory asked his father suddenly. I looked over at the curly haired boy.

"Well, your brother's discovered girls. He can't sit still. When you're Eric's age and you can't sit still, I'll take Morgan. It's the endless cycle of fishing." Alan explained.

"Have you tried explaining to Eric that he could take girls fishing with him, Mr. Matthews?" I asked. He smiled at me, I wasn't sure why.

"Not for the activities he wants no. It's the unfortunate part of having children. The boys grow up and can't sit still. The girls...well I don't know yet because Morgan loves ponies, point is after he," he pointed to Cory "loses his mind and obsesses over girls, I'll have Morgan."

"And what about after Morgan?" Cory asked.

Alan shrugged. "Well, then, I'll just be some guy in a fishing hat with a lot of boring stories." He looked over at Mr. Feeny and put his hand over his heart.

"Did you just scare yourself, Dad?" Cory asked.

"Oh, yes, I think I did." He answered sitting down.

I put my head down as I mumbled "I liked the story." To which Shawn carried me over to the bench and handed me my sketchbook. I noticed that he'd continued drawing the flowers. More specifically, he added details to the petals and leaves. He was looking over my shoulder as I continued drawing the grass and tiny bugs.

"Dad, if you're not taking Eric because he's obsessed with girls, why are we taking Shawn?" Cory asked his dad which caused Shawn and I to look over at the two Matthews men. I shrugged and went back to drawing.

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That Sunday, I was woken up by a very smiley Jefferson clutching my bag. "Get your butt out of bed!" He shook me slightly.

"You seem too eager to get me out of the house." I said into my pillow.

"Girl, get up before I call your boyfriend and tell him you're not going!" He threatened.

"Blackmail!" I screamed before finally getting up. "And stop calling Shawn my boyfriend!"

"Well your non boyfriend is going to be here for breakfast soon so...Up!" I crawled out of bed and went to brush my teeth. Jefferson had taken up styling my hair when his wife and daughter weren't here. I think he's doing a great job. When he was done he stepped back and looked at me. "There she is! Now...say it loud." He held up his hand in a closed fist.

I repeated the gesture. "Say it proud."

When he crossed his arms over his chest he said "Say it together."

I again copied the gesture. "Wakanda Forever." We say in unison. Then I hustled to get dressed.

I liked that Jefferson was as much of a nerd as I was.

Once I was dressed, I headed downstairs with a smile. The table was being set and just before I could take my seat the bell rang. "I'LL GET IT!" I opened the door and pulled Shawn in. Jefferson rolled his eyes before he placed the plates on the table.

"So, what kind of stuff do you put on your pancakes, Blue Eyes?"

"Maple syrup, please" He replied as he took off his shoes. We ate together. Jokingly shoving his fork towards me and making faces to get me to laugh, Jefferson was fun with us too. It was all fun and games until Jefferson got a work call.

I know that Jefferson travelled for work. That broke me every time. What made matters worse was that Rachelle and Brianna had taken Jazmyne and Tamara on a 'field trip' but I was too young to go and Brianna was adamant that Adam wasn't allowed to watch me 'unsupervised'.

Jefferson made the face and I knew. "I'll ask if I could stay with the Matthews family." I look down at my breakfast. Noticing the fall of my smile, Shawn slid his last pancake onto my plate.

"Thanks, Shawnie." I smiled.

"No problem, Sunshine!" He smiled back and continued eating.

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Shawn was carrying my bag to the Matthews house. I had told him not to but he insisted. We stood at the door waiting for someone to answer, Shawn kept bumping his elbowing me in the back, not for any real reason but just to be playful.

"Hello guys!" Mrs. Matthews said, opening the door to let us in.

"Hi, Mrs. Matthews. Did Jefferson call you?" I asked, removing my shoes. She nodded and watched as Shawn took a seat on the sofa.

"You're free to stay the night." I smiled.

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I was exhausted after my afternoon of fishing. It was fun but sitting in the sun all day can really wipe you out.

Walking into the backyard, I came to a halt when I saw Eric kissing a girl on Mr. Feeny's side of the fence.

Alan stood awkwardly behind his eldest son. "Nice night, huh?"

Eric turned slowly to his father with a grim look on his face. "Yeah."

Alan turned to Shawn and I. "Well, we're just, uh, passin' through."

"Good. Pass." Eric said, trying to get us out of the backyard.

Shawn being the goofball he is, went up and teased Eric. "Eric, the Lipmaster!" He said, elbowing the teenager. I rolled my eyes and followed him towards the house.

"Yeah, sure. Look, anybody else, or are we all done here?" Eric screamed into the air.

Cory then poked his head out of his treehouse. "Everyone have a great day without me?"

I'm pretty sure we were all surprised to see him. "How long have you been up there?" Eric asked, accusingly pointing at his brother.

"Long enough to watch you swap spit with a Feeny." Cory whined as he climbed out of his treehouse.

"Well, I'd say the mood is sufficiently killed, wouldn't you?" Eric turned to the girl.

"Dead and buried." She replied. She looked over at us and I waved at her. I'm not really sure why.

"I think my little sister is busy tomorrow, so, looks like it's just you and me." Eric shrugged, trying to be nonchalant and failing miserably.

"I'll bring the pen. Good night... everyone!" She waved to the rest of us before she walked into Mr. Feeny's house.

"She's related to Feeny?" Alan asked, in shock I presume.

Eric nodded proudly, "Niece" to which his father nodded "Nice" in reply. Why were they so focused on what she looked like as a Feeny? I don't look like my mom or my dad and they were both very good looking people in my opinion.

"Nice? She's beautiful. I mean, that's the most incredible girl I ever kissed." Eric bellowed. I chuckled.

"Which puts her at the top of a list of, what? Two?" I looked up at the oldest son as I said it. He glared at me which told me I got him. But he smiled as he lifted me up and started walking towards the house.

"Look, making out is not a spectator sport." He said to the rest of the boys in the backyard. They all applauded him. Eric turned and continued to the house. He still hadn't put me down.

"Guys, I'm getting kidnapped!" I screamed as Eric took me into the living room. My sleeping bag was already on the floor when he put me down.

"Alright, Birdie. What's the best part about sleepovers at your best friend's house?" Eric asked as he put me down. His hands were on his hips as Morgan came in to play with her tea set.

I shrugged. "Sleeping on the couch?" I answered apprehensively.

"You need to get out more. No, the best part is making forts to sleep in." The teenager answered. He's nuts.

"You want to make a pillow fort for Cory, Shawn and my sleepover?" I looked up at him.

"Yes. Yes I would." Eric nodded quickly, before Morgan came over.

"Can I help?" I smiled at her.

"Sure thing, Weasel." Eric picked her up and ran upstairs for blankets and pillows.

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That night, after much negotiating with his parents, Cory was lying beside my little fort. Shawn was on the opposite side of it. I had braided my hair and wrapped the scarf around it, cocooned myself in my sleeping bag and was about to fall asleep when I heard the boys moving.

"Cory. Is she asleep?" Shawn asked. I pretended to be.

"Why don't you check?" The curly haired boy grunted as the TV became white noise.

"Fine." Shawn shifted around before peeking his head between the pillows. I kept a straight face as he looked down on me. I must've been a convincing actress because he turned around and put something next to my head.

He laid back down and I opened my eyes to see an adorable little stuffed bear with a purple bow sitting on top of a piece of paper. I smiled at it before I put my head down.

"You guys are so gross." Cory whined.

"Shut up. No we're not!" Shawn mumbled.

"You're acting like a married couple. Gross." Cory explained.

"She's my best friend, Cory." Shawn's voice came out muffled by his pillow.

"No, no, no! I'm your best friend. Tomorrow you're going to go to my mom and ask her to make Raven's favourite breakfast and call her Sunshine." Cory sounded triumphant.

"She is Sunshine. She's still my best friend though." And it all faded as I finally fell asleep.

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After breakfast, we were sitting on Cory's bed as he and Shawn stared at Cory's new baseball card.

"Cal Ripken, Junior – rookie year. I never thought I'd actually get to hold one of these things." Shawn stared at the card in awe.

"My grandma picked it up at this swap meet for seven bucks." Cory smiled happily. Shawn looked at him like he was crazy.

"Seven bucks in dog years. This baby's worth a hundred and fifty, easy."

Cory looked at him in shock. "It is?"

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that Shawn just did mental math?...Well not really but still." I was looking between both boys. But they ignored me.

"Yeah. Boy, your grandma must really love you." Shawn said. I flopped down on the bed holding my new bear. I named it Morrigan.

"Yeah. Or else she shot a man in Reno just to watch him die." I looked over at him, checking to see if either of them would catch that reference.

"You're kidding, right?" Poor Shawn. He looked so scared.

"I'm not sure." Cory looked down at the card with a little bit of fear too.

"It's Johnny Cash." They both looked at me weirdly.

"But I Shot A Man In Reno Just To Watch Him Die. When I Hear That Whistle Blowin' I Hang My Head And Cry. I Bet There's Rich Folks Eatin' In A Fancy Dining Car. They're Prob'ly Drinkin' Coffee And Smokin' Big Cigars, But I Know I Had It Comin', I Know I Can't Be Free, But Those People Keep A-Movin', And That's What Tortures Me." I sang.

"Cool." Cory said when I finished. He has warped interests.

[babyjakes]

one boy's hero. [blurb.]

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event masterlists | nyx's half, eun's half

summary | riley's dad is his biggest hero, in every way imaginable.

featured from the wilson family | sam wilson (dad), riley wilson (8 year old son)

warnings | just very sweet and cute and fluffy :'-) i love sam dad a whole lot holy moly, also he named his son after riley<3<3

an | starting this special event off with something sweet and special, for one of my absolute favs— sam <3 this is my first time writing for him, so i hope i did him justice! just the thought of him having a son who looks up to him so much made me sooo soft, hope you guys like this one and enjoy the rest of the event :'-)<3!!!

As he stood before his third-grade class, his little notecards shaking in his hands from excitement, Riley could hardly contain the smile on his face. Standing beside him, as steady a presence as always, Sam was doing everything he could to keep from tearing up. Placing a hand on his son's shoulder, he gave him a smile as the small boy looked back up at him with an indescribable sense of pride shining in his gaze.

Turning back to face his class, Riley cleared his throat before beginning, "My name's Riley, and my special person is my dad." The kids ooh'd and ahh'd in their seats, some of them recognizing him from his line of work. "He's an Avenger!" a young boy from the second row blurted, earning a gentle hush from the teacher. "Yeah, I know," Riley laughed, "Pretty cool, right? Lots of you've probably seen him on TV— to everyone else, he's the Falcon. But to me, he's just Dad." The sweet boy turned to give his father a side hug, earning 'aww's from the audience as Sam fussed his hair playfully.

Trying to refocus on the little speech he'd written, Riley then turned back to his notecards. "My dad is a superhero at work, but to me, what really makes him a hero is all the other stuff he does. Before joining the Avengers, he was a pa-ra-res-cue man in the Air Force," he sounded out his words, "and at home, he takes care of me and my sisters and Mama– and he's the best dad ever." Hearing this little presentation for the first time, Sam couldn't help but gulp down a batch of tears, his heart swelling warmly with pride. "When I grow up, I wanna be just like him: smart, kind, and always ready to help others."

At the conclusion of the speech, the class erupted in cheers. A round of praise could be heard through the room as the pair earned a standing ovation, "Wow, Sam's awesome!" "I wanna join the Air Force too!" "I wish my dad was a superhero!"

Sweeping little Riley up off the floor in a giant bear hug, Sam held his boy close as he whispered in his ear, "That was awesome, bud. I'm so proud of you."

"Proud of you too, Dad," Riley breathed into his dad's embrace, "always proud of you."

"Thank you, Riley. Class, would anyone like to ask Mr. Wilson a question?" the teacher cut in, nearly every hand in the room shooting up in the air. Chuckling at the class's enthusiasm, she turned to Riley and offered, "Riley, would you like to call your friends?"

"Sure!" the boy was pleased to agree. First he chose a girl sitting in the front row, whose eyes went wide with excitement at being selected to ask the hero a question.

"Hi Mr. Wilson!" she beamed, earning a friendly smile from the man, "My question is: who is your favorite Avenger?"

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

[dadddybangtan]

Suck Torture | 23🩸

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cw: d**th by mvrder & su!c!de, violence

word count: 3k

a.n. this is the final chapter of suck torture. this fic is not (yet) a popular hit, but it’s definitely a major accomplishment for me. for eight months, i dedicated my free time to writing an elaborate multi-fandom vampire fanfic with light witchcraft, lighter werewolf lore, angst, fluff, smut, a polycule… and i couldn’t be more proud of the result. thank you for reading this roller coaster of a story. please share and leave feedback <3

My mother told me to pack my belongings to go into hiding. But I couldn't think of anything worth bringing. Without my father, my sister, or my brother, it felt so wrong to leave. It felt so wrong to leave Beomgyu and Taehyun behind. Somehow I was fine with leaving over one hundred years worth of memories in this house.

That's not the only thing that felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. I was empty and void of any positive feeling. I found myself in the darkness of the tower again, scaling the walls and pacing away my thoughts.

I couldn't believe we were going into hiding again. I couldn't believe it was the fault of my family. My mother doesn't deserve that. Maybe Yeji was right to leave.

"Hyunjin," My mother said, standing at the doorway, "I thought you'd be here. How are you feeling?"

"I don't know, mom. I don't want to go into hiding again."

"Neither do I. But we have to if we want to live."

"I'm so sorry. About dad, Niki, Yeji... I feel like I've failed you."

"It's okay, Hyunjin. We're a few years away from location rotation anyway."

Location rotation is a tradition vampires invented to see different vampire cities throughout our lifetime. There were a few cities in each country or state with vampire safe zones. We'd stay there for about a hundred years or so then move again.

But location rotation wasn't the same as hiding in the slightest. Location rotation always provided a safe space. There is no safe space when you're hiding.

"Right, I forgot about that."

"I know why you feel the way you do. And I understand that I can't change that for you," She said, "All I can tell you with utmost virtue, Hyunjin, is that I love you no matter what happens. Until the sun burns us all."

And that meant everything to me. I realized that it was wrong for me to mope about going into hiding without my dad, my siblings or Beomgyu. My mother, the woman who turned herself to give me life, is all I needed. I couldn't say that I loved this life with honesty. But it was an honor to live it from her.

"I love you too, mom," I ran to her and hugged her, "Until the sun burns out."

Her hold was warm, not in the way Beomgyu's was. It wasn't physically warm, but emotionally. Her warmth was simply maternal. Safe.

A loud crash of the tower window stripped the safety from the room. My mother flinched beneath me and I protected her against any falling debris. When I was certain that glass wasn't coming down anymore, I looked over my shoulder to find the most terrifying pair I'd ever seen in my life: a blood-coated Niki and a Felix on his back.

"What have you done?" I whispered under my breath.

"Niki?" Mother gasped, putting her hand over her mouth, "He looks so–."

"Mom, you have to get out of here."

"That's my son." She cried, eyes welling up with tears.

I nudged her out of the door and shut it behind me.

"That's not your son. There's not a hint of Niki left in that demon mom. He's gone."

"But–."

"Listen to me–." I held her by her delicate shoulders.

"Come on, Hyunjin. It's just your brother and I. Don't be scared of us." Felix's voice boomed through the wooden door.

"I know you're strong enough without me, that you're stronger than me. But I'm the last man standing. I got us into this, the least I can do is protect you through this."

"Hyunjin..."

"Go, mom," I begged, "Now."

She didn't want to, but she hugged me one last time, tightly squeezing my shoulders before whispering, "Until the sun burns out."

She raced down the stairs after giving me one more reaffirming look.

I opened the door behind me and Felix was steady on the floor while Niki was flying near the open ceiling.

"Felix, why are you here with Niki?"

"Isn't it obvious," Felix asked, walking towards me in slow steps, "Niki did a killing spree starting with half the council and continuing with six humans. You know I have family on the council."

Fuck. I felt myself subconsciously stepping back the closer Felix got, glancing up at Niki every so often.

"That's right. See if you had just married me, this wouldn't have happened. Niki would've been safe."

The door bursted open behind me and in came Beomgyu and Taehyun.

"Beomgyu?"

"Felix."

"Oh, of course Beomgyu's here and he's a fucking vampire," Felix yelled, "You really turned a pathetic human into a vampire instead of just marrying a real one. God, maybe I really dodged the bullet."

"Felix," I gulped, my brain worked overtime to resolve this quickly without it getting worse, "My mother and I are going into hiding. I suggest you do too. If you come with me, will you promise not to hurt Beomgyu and Taehyun?"

He just scoffed, coming to me in a flash. He was so dangerously close to me that his breath tickled my neck. I didn't want to be near him ever again after what happened at the apartment. So for him to be that close sickened me.

"I was never going to hurt your precious toys. That's Niki's job now," Felix said lowly, "However, I do find it funny that because Niki is my toy, you now see the value in having me around. I thought I was just an obsessive vampire."

"You are," I cut in, "But you're right. You were always right. And something in my head always knew, but I didn't listen. If there's a chance to show you that I'm sorry, I'd like to take it."

"I've waited quite patiently for you to say those words to me. I'm almost tempted to say yes. But I'm no longer in love with you, Hyunjin," He said, "I have new plans. And they aren't centered around you or love. Just me and power. And while I'm in power, you won't need to go into hiding."

In the blink of an eye, Beomgyu jumped in front of me and sent Felix flying across the room. He resorted to his bat state to prevent his fall, turning back when he came closer to the ground.

"Beomgyu's right. No more talking," Felix growled, "Niki, remember the one who abandoned us? Sick 'im."

As Niki used his demonic strength to attack me, I held my already wounded arms in front of my face. Part of me wanted to see my brother in that monster. The other part remembered what I had just told my mother. Niki was gone and I had to treat him like the monster he was.

Kicked him in his chest, which only deterred him a little bit. His claws continued to maul me. I had to find the power in me to overthrow him. It felt impossible until I saw Beomgyu in the corner of my eye with Felix stalking behind him. He could protect himself, but he just got those powers. There was no telling if he'd survive Felix again.

I toppled Niki, holding his neck under my arm and reaching behind him to tug at his wings. I pulled hard and it felt like they weren't budging. But when I heard Niki's ear splitting shriek, I knew I did some damage.

So I kept pulling until I heard a tear. That tear drove him insane, flying wildly for a few seconds before becoming stable on his feet again. With his back turned to me, I noticed the wing beginning to heal itself. So I attacked again at my highest speed. I pulled hard at his wings with my feet to his back. If I could immobilize him, it was the start to defeating him. My palms began to bleed and my arms were getting weak, but I'd finally stripped him of his wings.

"No." Felix shouted.

His deafening shrieks filled the room as he fell to his knees. He looked back at me, red eyes flickering in defeat. Kill me and I'll thank you, I read before his eyes went fully red again. My heart ached.

"Beomgyu, help me hold him down," I shouted, but he didn't move, "Hurry."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"You're just as strong as me, now come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me only for him to be stopped in place. On the other side of him was Felix, grabbing onto him as well. Beomgyu kicked Felix to the other side of the room and sent him plastered to the wall.

It was a terrible time to have those thoughts, but Beomgyu's new powers were truly remarkable.

Niki was on his stomach, squirming and bleeding from his back. I had his right side while Beomgyu had his left.

"We have to extract his vampire blood." I said quietly.

"I-I can't."

"You have to or we all die."

"But–." The smell of fear and discomfort coated him. I felt bad, but we had no other choice.

"Please, it'll only take a second if we both do it." I said as Niki started to regain strength, uprooting us from our hold on him.

Beomgyu swallowed hard and opened his mouth, fangs pointed and ready. He shut his eyes and plunged his teeth into Niki's neck.

"Taehyun," I shouted, "You have to cast an exorcism spell on Niki."

"What?"

"No." Felix shouted.

There was no time to answer him, I had to bite Niki and help Beomgyu. I sank my teeth into his neck and let his bitter blood rage down my throat. I felt him become weaker and weaker. But not completely.

"Taehyun, please you're the only one who can." I said, letting up on Niki's neck for a moment.

"I don't know how."

I silently pleaded with him to try. Try to kill the demon inside. It was beyond my control and the only solution I could fathom.

"You will if you try."

I wasn't certain about witch's abilities. But I felt that if something was in his blood, he'd know how to use it if he had to. Like when Taehyun opened the door at the party. I was aware how unlocking a door and exercising a demon were considerably different. But I had faith in Taehyun, I had to.

Soon, all of his vampiric blood was drained from his body. He was completely limp once Beomgyu and I let up on him. Except for the violent spasms he randomly got. That must've been the demon in him.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Felix taunting Taehyun. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, unprepared for Felix's menacing presence.

His physique didn't allow Felix to affect him much, but it still caught him off guard. But as Felix's blood thirsty fangs inched closer to Taehyun's neck, his defense slowly withered.

The second I ran to him was the second Felix bit him. The light in his eyes drained so quickly. It broke me.

But it didn't break Beomgyu, as he ran to him and tore Felix off of Taehyun. He wasn't aware of his strength. I could tell since he sent Felix flying into me. He grunted in pain.

"This is how it was supposed to be." He muttered.

"What are you on about?"

"Them two and us two," He said lowly, "But it doesn't matter now, I don't care."

He pushed me into the floor, causing my body to sink in the floorboards.

"No, Felix, I think you care a lot," I flipped over my head and into the floor as well, "I think you care more than you should."

"So what if I do?" He charged at me again.

He swung his arms at my head, but I dodged every blow. I got him in the chest one time and that knocked him back a few steps. That's when he clocked me in my jaw, slightly dislocating my neck. My head was turned a tad out of origin. As it slowly popped back into place, I grabbed his arm and threw him into the wall behind us. He fell to the floor, leaving the silhouette of his body engraved on that spot in the wall.

"Damn, fighting you is almost as exhilarating as making love to you." He gasped, looking up at me with blood filling his eyes.

Something about him being close to death froze me in place. Though I didn't want to spend my life with Felix, I didn't want to see him dead.

"You're insane." I said.

"Maybe. But at least I didn't doom vampires to shit." He was beginning to lift himself up, smiling and gearing up to attack again. But I ran to him and pounded his head into the ground.

He didn't recover from that.

"Come on, Tae," I heard Beomgyu in the distance. I raced over to his side, "I have to turn him or he's gonna die."

"If you're too scared, I can do it."

"No, I want to do it, I just," He breathed out nervously, "Don't know how."

"Bite into your wrist," I said and he hesitated, "Quickly, before you're out of time."

I heard the sound of his skin coming undone, smell his husky woodland blood. There were still traces of human blood in him. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

"Let him feed on you." I instructed.

Beomgyu lifted Taehyun's head into his lap and put his wrist to Taehyun's mouth. Both of us were desperately hoping it wasn't too late.

"It's not working." Beomgyu panicked.

"Just wait."

Just then, I saw Taehyun's adam's apple bob in his throat.

"He swallowed," I said, "Don't stop."

His beautifully tan skin slowly became pale. The brown in his hair became richer and fuller. It was working. His eyelids opened slowly, revealing alluring deep red retinas. The look of our kind isn't natural looking at all, but it suited him. I put my hand to his face and his hand met mine.

"You turned me?" He asked.

"I needed to protect you. Even if–." Beomgyu started.

Taehyun sat up and kissed Beomgyu. They caressed each other so lovingly. They seemed insufferable, but Taehyun hugged me tightly too.

Thank you.

"I love you." Beomgyu said.

"I love you too." He said, looking deeply into Beomgyu's eyes. He looked to me too, eyebrows twitching together.

No words could express his gratitude or his love for the both of us. And after all the turmoil, I was glad to at least see him so happy.

"Would you go find my mom and check on her please," I asked him, "She's probably worried."

"Of course." He said, racing to the door of the tower.

"Wait." Beomgyu said quietly.

Taehyun raced back to Beomgyu's side.

"Yes?"

"Take this." Beomgyu said as he took his hand and pushed his beaded bracelet onto Taehyun's wrist, "I want you to have it."

"Thank you." He said swiftly before going to the door again and leaving.

"Now he'll be okay." Beomgyu muttered to himself.

"What do you mean?"

He just looked up at the broken ceiling. The sky was dark blue, slowly emerging to a brighter blue. He stood up, jumped and transformed into his bat form. He was a natural. He flew up and out of the tower. I followed him.

He settled in the garden in the backyard, standing and staring at the greenery.

"It's enchanting."

"It's more enchanting in spring. But we won't be here to see it," I said, "And there's no gardeners to maintain it. Maybe you will since you're not coming."

"I won't see it either."

"So you are coming with us?" The hint of hope in my voice sounded uncharacteristic.

"I didn't say that."

"Don't be so cryptic, Beomgyu," He avoided my eyes, but also wasn't looking at anything in particular, "What're you doing?"

He looked up at the sky without answering me. The sky that only became brighter by the second.

"Beomgyu, I think we should go inside..."

"I love you, Hyunjin. And thanks for giving me the chance to save Taehyun," He said calmly, "I'm not so mad at you anymore."

"I'm elated to hear that, Beomgyu," I pressed, anxiously looking at the sky and sensing the sunrise from the corner of my eye, "But we really should go inside."

"Do you regret meeting me?"

"I've been alive for hundreds of years, but I've never felt more alive than in the month that I've known you. I could never regret meeting you."

"Even if everything fell apart."

"I'd never blame you for any of this."

"Okay. Then I can go in peace."

"Go where? Beomgyu, what're you talking about?"

Then he finally looked at me, eyes wet and pleading. His brain was quiet for the first time. Completely silent with no overlapping thoughts. Without any clouds to block it, rays of sunshine began to peak through the trees. We were barely dodging them.

That's when I finally understood. I watched a ray of sunshine chase Beomgyu's skin and before it hit him, I grabbed his hand. I had no intentions to move him. I had every intention to stay right there.

I told my mother that I'll love her until the sun burns out. I told Beomgyu I'd love him forever. I will. I promise I will.

Relief washed over my body as the warmth of the winter sun met my skin. My dermas crystalized and stung, but I loved it. It was like receiving a hug from Beomgyu. Before I turned him.

I wished Niki peace in his after life, even if he was damned to hell. I hoped Felix was set free from whatever made him so obsessive. I wished happiness for Yeji in America. And justice for Father's trial, whatever that may be. I prayed that Mother and Taehyun will remain safe while in hiding. And that they wouldn't have to hide for long.

Until the sun burns out, until the sun burns me. I love you.

[da-bestest-writer]

Baki next gen part 3

After getting back from the Tokyo dome, Kozue was quick to scold Yujiro, Calling him all manner of names, Only stopping short of slapping him, Even in his advancing age, Kozue knew that putting one's hands on yujiro hanma was a death sentance.

"What do you have to say for yourself! Yujiro."

"I already spelled it out to bake" Yujiro spoke with his usual blase arrogance. "I'm not going to do it again."

Kozue sighs, and sits down, Before going to address her daughter. "Tomoe.... "

The girl froze up, She had a certain degree of fear for her mother, Kozue was nothing but kind of course, But she was also stern, The kind of woman even her large, And clearly very strong dad seemed to fear the wrath of, One who hid stone with silk.

"I'm proud of you." This caused some visible surprise in not just her and her dad, But her grandfather as well.

"I still don't like the idea of you fighting, But i saw you on the screen, Dodging a kick boxing professional's punches and kicks, And then returning them even better than he threw them."

Tomoe was surprised ."Better?" She asked, As her mom nodded.

"I've watched your father from the sidelines ever since i was sixteen years old. i may not be a fighter myself, But i know technique when i see it." Kozue explained as baki chuckled.

"Awh babe! You're makin' me blush!" he said sheepishly, Joking around even despite his wife's serious tone.

"You said this is something you really want to do right?"

Tomoe nods. "Yeah, Of course. When i say something i mean it."

Baki smiled lazily as he leaned back. "What's got you changing your tune all of a sudden, Kozue?" He asked looking her way.

"I never said i changed my mind, I really don't want Tomoe fighting, Especially not the way you did when you were younger."

Tomoe was perplexed, They kept on going on and on about 'back then' and 'when you were younger' and 'in my day' None of it meant anything to her, And her father quickly caught onto it.

"Hey koz? I think that with all this talk about way back when, We oughta come clean yeah? Our girl looks like she's about ready to pop a gasget finding out what's going on."

Kopzue sighed, It... wasn't like they could hide this any further,

but before she could even open her mouth, Yujiro highjacked the conversation.

"The hanma family is a liniage of proud and powerful fighters, Dating back to the earliest days of japan. Antire nations have quicered before our family name!"

Baki would interrupt his father. "And now... we're middle class suburbanites. Dad there's no reason to get so deep into thing right away." Yujiro snarled at his boy.

"What was that ya damn brat? this is family history! Your kid deserves to know where she comes from!"

"You're just gonna confuse her more if you start from the beginning old man, Leave this to me, okay?" He turned to Tomoe, and got on her level, Bowing to a knee

"See, Tomoe, Your old man wasn't just 'some amateur who didn't make it big.' He was the one that made the ones that did go big feel small. I fought men stronger than anyone you've ever seen."

Tomoe looked...Doubtful, Her dad was a mild mannered salaryman, Sure he was pretty strong and athletic, but a fighter? There was no way.!

"I can see the doubt in your eyes... But it's true, I've beaten loads of people, Street gangs, Men with a strong enough grip to crush bone, Private military contractors, Escaped death row prisoners, And even a caveman! But the most dangerous man i ever fought." Baki pointed to Yujiro. "Was that guy right there, The ogre." Yujiro smirked , Happy to be known as his son's greatest opponent.

"But every one of those fights was dangerous, Life threatening." Kozuie continued from Baki's point. "Your father could have easily died if something went wrong... I hated seeing it all, But i loved your dad more than i hated it. I didn't want you risking your life for little more than pride and a bit of fight money... But " Her look of sadness and worry turned to one of knowing contentment. "I should have known better than that. You're a Hanma by blood, Afterall, you all are drawn to fighting like gravity draws people to the earth..."

Baki sighed. "It's not like that Koz, She just wants something she can be good at, Something she can call her own. She doesn't have the 'pure love' for fighting like dad and i have. For the time being at least i'm sure it'll just be a hobby."

Tomoe wasn't even paying attention to them, But seeing her dad so sincerely say things that were so completely ridiculous made her feel like there was a degree of validity to his words. The next thing that caught her attention as the world she saw and heard blur around her were these following words.

"Training strarts tomorrow."

[goldendiie]

Fillmores dad tries contacting Sarges family to warn them about their sons sickness

idk if i'll ever actually finish this, but here's a quick bit of nonsense that i wrote about it:

At forty-nine years old, Colonel Thomas Jones thought of himself as successful. He was married by the time he was twenty, a war hero by twenty-three, and the father of two wonderful boys by twenty-five. He worked in a mechanic shop, and he was content to grow old in the same town he had grown up in.

For the record, his sons were successful, too. His eldest, Wade, was a lineman in the next town over. He made good money, had a gorgeous wife and a little baby girl named Jolene. His youngest, Willie, had been a rather successful army man, served two tours in Vietnam; now, he apparently owned a surplus store somewhere in rural Arizona. Thomas Jones had yet to get out there, but he was proud, nonetheless. His boys had turned out to be fine young men.

Thomas thought idly about it—come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Willie in the better part of three or four years. Though, it ought to be a busy life, running a business; work always came first, anyways. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to fly him out for the holidays, if he had the time. After all, Willie probably wanted to meet Wade’s little girl. Thomas smiled at the thought: his family all together again, and his little granddaughter too. It would be nice to crack open a beer with his sons, and talk sports or whatever else.

“Tom,” His wife, Beth, said; she stuck her head into the living room, all blonde hair and dark eyes. “There’s a man at the door for you.”

“Who is it?” Thomas asked, indifferent. He looked back to the television—he had been idly watching the Sunday afternoon football game.

“I don’t know,” Beth said, disappearing again. “He just said he needs to speak with you urgently.”

Thomas rose from his seat and switched off the television, frowning at the score. He stretched quietly, snagging his beer from the end table as he made for the front door.

He did not know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what he found: there was an expensive black car in his lot, and a rather expensive man on his doorstep. He was extremely tall with graying-brown hair, wearing a crisp suit and horn-rimmed glasses; nearly like the politicians he’d see on television.

“I’m looking for Thomas Jones,” the man said, smoothly.

“That would be me,” Thomas replied, watching the man warily. “Do I know you, sir?”

“Not yet.” The man extended his hand, of which was adorned with an expensive watch. “Roger Callahan.”

“Pleasure,” Thomas said flatly. “What, exactly, do you want, Mr. Callahan?”

Roger Callahan smiled kindly; but, something strange flickered in his eyes, as though he were somehow malicious. “May I come inside?” he asked.

Thomas stared back at him, wishing that he could simply say no. Yet, he obliged, stepping aside. “Sure thing.”

They found themselves at the kitchen table. Thomas watched his wife hover around the stove, fixing a pot of coffee; she stole a wary glance at him, eyebrows raised. Roger Callahan looked almost comical: tall, lanky, and far too rich to be sitting in the kitchen of a lowly mechanic.

He began, “Mr. Jones—

“Colonel,” Thomas corrected.

“Right.” Callahan bared his teeth in something of a grin. “Colonel Jones. We have much to discuss.”

Thomas crossed his arms, disliking the man’s elusiveness. “About?”

“Your son,” Callahan said grimly. “Our sons, actually.”

Confused, Thomas raised his eyebrows. He took a swig from his beer, leaning forward to lean on the kitchen table. “I’m listening.”

In a series of well-articulated and rather upsetting sentences, Callahan told him a story that Thomas Jones found quite unbelievable. His son Willie had, apparently, not left the military by choice: actually, he had been dishonorably discharged under some backwater code that Thomas had never heard of. Callahan produced the discharge papers, sliding them across the table.

“The code is in place for a reason. As a military man yourself, I think you’d understand that,” Callahan said smoothly. “It bars homosexuals from participating in military service—and, removes those in violation of this code from their position.”

Incredulous, Thomas slid the papers back to him. “Are you implying that my son is a homosexual?”

“I’m not implying it,” Callahan replied, “I’m stating it as a fact.”

He continued, claiming that Willie and Callahan’s own son had been seeing one another romantically for the better part of two years. “I had no idea,” Callahan said, “I was actually paying your boy to keep tabs on my son, but…” He huffed, irritated, “Apparently he was taking the money and lying through his teeth about what was actually happening.”

“You must have the wrong family,” Beth cut in from beside the stove, annoyed. “Willie is a good kid. Always went to church, never acted out… This doesn’t sound like him, at all.”

“He’s been seeing my son consistently for two years, Thomas,” Callahan said, dismissively, “My son is a good-for-nothing peacenik with no future. I suppose it’s had an effect on your boy.”

“Why should we believe you?” Thomas asked. “I don’t trust anyone who calls their kid good-for-nothing."

“The discharge papers speak for themselves,” Callahan replied, “I’d think that you’d agree with the codes more than anyone else, Colonel.”

Thomas shook his head, scoffing. “Mr. Callahan, I think it’s time you got the hell off of my property.”

“Colonel Jones, you need to accept that—”

“Accept what?” Thomas snapped, rising from his seat, “That some asshole is trying to slander my son?”

“Tom,” Beth said warningly, “Back off.”

Thomas dropped back into his seat. Callahan stared back at him, expression infuriatingly even.

“I just figured that you’d want to know,” Callahan said lowly. He stood from his seat, pulling a business card from his pocket. “I’ll be going, now. Call this telephone number if you need to reach me.”

With that, he left out the way he came, shutting the front door quietly behind him.

Thomas deflated, resting his head into his hands. His wife appeared behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

“Do you believe him?” Thomas asked lowly.

“I don’t know,” Beth replied. “I don’t want to believe him.”

“Mm.”

Thomas was anxious for the rest of the day. He didn’t exactly know what to think: the discharge was a plain fact, but he wished to believe that the rest of Callahan’s story was untrue. In the case that it was, however… The only option he really had was to try and get help for it. Certainly, there were institutions that strove to fix illnesses like that?

That evening, he resolved to call Willie out in Arizona to speak to him personally. Beth lingered close by his shoulder at the telephone, evidently hoping to listen in.

[b-dubs-valdubs]

i wrote a thing for @swamp-chicken’s amazing fic of gods and redstone!!!! check it out and enjoy <33333

fic below 👇

CW: abuse

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“Ma?”

A small voice came from outside her tent. Her small clock — a beautiful keepsake — told her it was around midday. She placed down her quill beside the parchment, and beckoned her son in.

It was nice to have the company, even at an unusual time. But as soon as Bdubs ducked through the door, the reason for his early visit became apparent immediately.

Vibiana’s warm smile creased into concern. He was muddied, miserable; clothes slightly torn and tears brimming his eyes. He shuffled over to her, sitting beside her in silence.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” she inquired lightly (treating him with more gentleness than his father ever would). “Are you supposed to be at training?”

Bdubs looked to the floor. “Mom, am I weak?”

Vibriana put a hand on his. “Of course not!” she assured, a gentle inflection in her voice, “Why would you think that, bumble bee?”

(She already knew why.)

Her son swallowed. He was trying to fight back the tears, she realised with a pain in her heart.

“Father told me so,” he mumbled, “I told him I don’t want to learn to fight because the other boys are mean and I don’t like learning to hurt things, really. And he told me…” he paused; sniffing, peering up at his mother through teary eyes. She was looking at him worriedly. “He- he told me that I was a coward anyway. He told me that I was the weakest fighter in the whole tribe and that I should be ashamed…”

There was a pause. Vibriana pulled Bdubs into a hug; letting him weep into her shoulder. Sore, over-trained arms gently squeezed her in return.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Bdubs,” she whispered, “Please remember that I am proud of you.”

Bdubs nodded against her. Her tent felt like home to him, much more so than the cold, damp boys’ tent ever would be.

“Does Father love me?” he asked, abruptly.

Vibriana’s breath hitched. She knew Barlock had a preference for his first son; he outright admitted it. Escpecially to her, when Bdubs was supposed to be her one redeeming quality. But he ended up like her. And not like him.

She was glad Bdubs didn’t end up like his father, if she was honest.

But maybe then Barlock would be less harsh to him — if he saw a reflection of himself.

“Your father…” she began, gazing down at his deep brown eyes, much like her own. “Your father has a very particular way of… I’m sure he does love you — really — it’s… it’s just-“

“It’s just that he wants me to be more like Bat.” Bdubs looked away, numbed.

Vibriana hugged him closer, picking up something small and shiny beside her. A distraction.

“Do you know what this is, Bdubs?” she asked, turning the golden disc over in her hands.

He shook his head, taking it from her and inspecting it curiously.

“It’s a clock,” she explained, smiling at her son’s curiosity, “It tells the time. I brought it here from my home, in Timre.”

Bdubs hummed. “Did loads of people have clocks in Timre?”

“Most people, yes. There was a huge one on the bank building which told everybody what time it was… Very useful — beautiful too… I wish I could take you…”

Bdubs sighed, content. A fleeting moment of tranquility, in his days of tireless training. In moments like this, Vibriana finally felt less alone.

But like all moments, this wouldn’t last.

The door was ripped open, practically shaking the tent’s walls.

“YOU COWARD!” a deep voice bellowed, stomping towards the trembling boy with heavy boots. “How dare you disobey me and miss your training?”

Vibriana hopelessly pulled her son closer to her, and he buried himself into her shoulder. “Barlock,” she begged, “Leave him be.”

Barlock effortlessly shoved her to the side, before grabbing Bdubs by the hair and yanking him to a standing position. “I suggest you stay out of this, Vibriana,” he warned, tone soft and dangerous.

Bdubs wailed. “Dad-“

“Shut up!” Barlock turned his attention to his son, spotting a glint of gold in his hand. He grabbed his wrist firmly, prying his fingers open until the clock clattered to the ground.

All was silent as Barlock picked it up, inspecting it.

“You are infecting my son with your sorcery,” he hissed, glaring at Vibriana, “I am not blind.”

Vibriana hung her head, trying to hide her tears from Bdubs. “I- It’s just a clock, Barlock, ple-“

She was cut off by a sickening crunch. She looked up. The poor clock lay smashed on the floor, hands twitching. A boot came down on it, again, and again, and again; until it spluttered its last tick.

Vibriana stared at it, it’s golden casing mangled, glass strewn around it.

Bdubs tried to reach out for his mother, but was tugged back.

“You, boy, are coming with me.”

Bdubs sobbed. “No…”

But it was hopeless. Bdubs was dragged away, leaving Vibriana alone again.

Soon, her son was nothing more than a voice outside.

[prapasara]

Father’s Day Wishes

Father's Day Messages

Best Father’s Day Wishes

Whether he’s your Dad, grandad or someone who is like a father to you, we’ve rounded up the best Father’s Day wishes just for you. 

Thank you for all the ways you go above and beyond every day for our family. 

You make this family fun. We love you, Dad!

I am so grateful to have a dad who is as wonderful as you. Thank you for everything. Happy Father's Day!

Dad, you give Superman a run for his money. 

There's no better role model than you, Dad.

You’re my one and only dad, and you'll always have a special place in my heart. 

Wishing you a Father’s Day that's as wonderful as you.

Out of all the Dads in the world, I’m so glad that you’re mine!

Happy Father’s Day to the best dad I’ve ever had. 

You inspire me every day - Happy Father's Day!

Meaningful Father’s Day Messages

Looking for something heart-warming to add to your card? Shower him with love using one of these meaningful Father’s Day messages. 

Thank you for always being my rock, my mentor, and my biggest supporter. I am so grateful for everything you've done for me. Happy Father's Day!

I want to wish you a Happy Father's Day filled with love, laughter, and all the things that make you happy. Thank you for being the guiding light in my life.

You've always been my hero, my confidant, and my friend. Your love and support mean the world to me. Happy Father's Day!

Dad, thank you for being the backbone of our family, for your unwavering love and support, and for always being there for me. 

Dad, your guidance and wisdom have helped shape me into the person I am today. 

You’re the man who's made me who I am today. Thanks for always being there. 

Thank you for being my mentor, and my biggest fan. Did I mention my style icon? 

I'm so proud to be your daughter/son.

I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Happy Father's Day!

Thanks for always having my back, Dad. I love you.

Short Father’s Day Messages

Dad not one for gushing displays of affection? Keep it short and sweet and let the card and any gifts do the talking. 

Dad, you've given me so much. Here's to you. 

There's no one I'd rather look up to than you. 

Thank you for being my dad.

Dad: A man with infinite patience.

Happy Father's Day to the coolest Dad ever!  

You’re the best, Dad. I love you!

Dad, you’ve made all my favourite memories.

There's no other father like you in the world.

For being everything I could ask for and more. Thank you

Fatherhood is a marathon, not a sprint.” - Paul L. Lewis 

Funny Father's Day Messages

Want to bring a different kind of tear to your dad’s eye? Check out our collection of funny Father’s Day messages.

Dad, I love how we don't even have to say out loud that I'm your favourite. 

The most important life lesson I've learned: When all else fails, call Dad.

The man, the myth, the legend. Happy Father's Day, Dad!

It turns out you were right about everything, Dad. Happy Father's Day!

I love you, Dad—even if I never accept your friend request. 

I smile because you are my father, I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it! 

Today is all about you, Dad! Enjoy, because tomorrow it’s back to the rest of us. 

Happy “Golf to Your Heart’s Content” Day!

“The older I get, the smarter my father seems to get” - Tim Russert 

Just remember, without me today is just any other day. 

Father’s Day Messages from Daughter

The relationship between a father and his daughter is a unique one. Capture your one-of-a-kind relationship with one of the following messages. 

I’ll always be your little girl even when I’m old and grey. 

No matter how many years go by, Dad, I’ll always be that same little girl who loves you with all her heart. Happy Father’s Day! 

Happy Father’s Day! I may be taller than you now, but I still look up to you.

I'm so proud to be your daughter. 

Thank you for being the most incredible Dad in the world. I feel so happy to be your daughter.

Happy Father’s Day from the World’s Luckiest Daughter. 

I would be lost without your guidance and grace. 

Happy Father's Day to the kindest, wisest, warmest person I know. 

Sending lots of love to the dad who did his best to keep me out of trouble… from the daughter who sure did have a knack for finding it!

Happy Father's Day! Having me as a daughter should be a gift enough. You’re welcome. 

Messages of Appreciation

Dad, thank you for all the things you do for this family every day. You're the best!

You make this family fun. We love you, Dad!

Dad, you’re the first person I turn to when I have a question or need some advice. Thank you for always answering.

Thank you for always being there with your love, guidance and patience.

Dad, thank you for your time, which you give daily; your care, which you give freely and your love, which you give unconditionally. Happy Father's Day!

Although we may be separated, your guidance and love has stuck with me through it all. Happy Father's Day!

I am so grateful to have a dad who is as wonderful as you. Thank you for everything. Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to the best Dad I could ask for. Thank you for being you!

Dad, you give Superman a run for his money.

Short Father's Day Wishes

Dad, you are rad! Wishing you a very happy Father’s Day!

There's no better role model than you, Dad.

There's no one I'd rather look up to than you.

I’m so proud to be your daughter/son.

You’re my one and only dad, and you'll always have a special place in my heart.

Dad, you’ve made all my favorite memories.

Happy Father's Day to my biggest hero.

There's no other father like you in the world.

You are an amazing father and husband!

There's no one else I'd rather parent beside.

You inspire me every day, Happy Father's Day!

Sweet Father's Day Messages

The older I get, the more I realize how important it is to have a dad like you.

Fathers and kids may not always see eye to eye, but they always see heart to heart.

No matter how old someone gets, they never stop needing their father (especially if they have a dad like you).

Every year, I learn to appreciate more the values you passed on to me.

I would not be who I am today without you. Thank you, Dad!

You bring so much joy into our lives. I hope today, we can return some.

Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever.

As time goes on, our relationship only gets stronger and stronger. Thanks for being an amazing example. Love you, Dad!

Funny Messages

Happy Father's Day from your favorite pain in the butt.

Happy Father's Day! You did great — I turned out perfect.

Gouda. Mozzarella. Brie. Sorry this card is so cheesy, but I really love you, Dad!

Dad, you may not know everything, but you sure had me fooled for a while.

I wouldn’t trade you for anything, Dad. I mean, nobody’s offered me anything, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t!

World’s greatest farter … I mean father.

Dear Dad, Thank you for always saying yes when mom said no.

Happy Father’s Day to one of my favorite parents.

Dear Dad, Thanks for not leaving me somewhere in a bucket.

For Your Husband

Happy First Father’s Day! I wouldn't want to raise our kid with anyone else.

I'm so grateful to be on this journey with you.

You make our family whole. We love you!

Our kids are learning from the best!

Thank you for being such a great role model.

To the best father, parent and partner a person could ask for! We couldn't do it without you.

Seeing what a great father you are makes me love you even more.

I'll never get tired of watching you become an amazing dad.

I can't imagine doing this parenthood thing without you.

Thank you for always putting our family first. We love you, Happy Father's Day!

From the Kids

Thank you for helping us grow!

We're so lucky to have you as a father.

Our favorite thing about you is _______.

You're the best dad in the whole, wide world!

We love it when you play ______ with us.

When we grow up, we want to be just like you!

Dad, you're always number 1 in our hearts.

Happy Father's Day to the world's best dad!

Father's Day Messages to a Brother

Hope your kids don't cause you the trouble that we caused our dad!

To a wonderful uncle, and an even better dad!

Your nieces and nephews think the world of you, enjoy the day!

Happy Father's Day to the man who gives our dad a run for his money.

It's amazing to see you grow into the dad you are today.

Growing up together was great, but raising our kids together is even better!

Father's Day Messages to a Friend

Happy Father's Day to a man who's both a great father and a great friend!

Happy Father's Day to a great dad — you must be doing something right to have such terrific kids.

Cheers to a dad that makes the rest of us look bad!

Congrats on being such a great dad — the rest of us can learn a thing or two from you!

Happy Father's Day to a guy who has kids but somehow still manages to be the coolest person I know.

Your kids and I have something in common: We're lucky to have you in our lives.

Father's Day Quotes

"My father didn’t tell me how to live. He lived and let me watch him do it." – Clarence Budington Kelland

"Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad." —Unknown

"A father is a man who expects his son to be as good a man as he meant to be." —Frank A. Clark

"Dads are the most ordinary men who are turned by love into the biggest hero, adventurers, storyteller and singer of songs." —Pam Brown

"A father is neither an anchor to hold us back nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way." —Unknown

"The older I get, the smarter my father seems to get." —Tim Russert

"A father carries pictures where his money used to be." —Steve Martin

"A father is someone you look up to no matter how tall you grow." —Unknown

Sweet Father's Day Messages

Near or far, I'm always so thankful for the great dad you are. Happy Father's Day!

Who needs superheroes when the world has a dad like you? Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

Dad, even when you aren't by my side, I still feel your presence. Happy Father's Day!

With a dad like you, every day is Father's Day.

Happy Father's Day to my role model and best friend. Thank you for being an amazing father and inspiration to us all.

Happy Father's Day to the man who taught me how to ride a bike, tie my shoes, and chase my dreams.

Superman's got nothin' on you, Dad. Thanks for always saving the day.

Dad, your love is the fuel that powers my dreams. Thank you for always believing in me.

Nothing makes me happier than the time we spend together. Love you, Dad.

Who knew that I would now be the one saying, "I'm proud?"

Dad, everything you've done for me has not gone unnoticed. Thank you today, and every other day.

Listen: words can't describe what you mean to me, so I won't even try. I'll just keep it at "I love you."

Happy Father's Day to my biggest inspiration. Couldn't have done life without you by my side

I know every kid says this, but you're the best dad in the world. I mean it. Happy Father's Day.

Not everyone can say that they have you as a dad, and for that I'm grateful.

You are the reason why we have the life we have today. Thank you.

I'll say it now, and I'll say it a million times over—I love you. Happy Father's Day.

You make even the impossible seem reachable. Thank you for always motivating me.

The sweetest, most caring person I know. Happy Father's Day.

Don't know where I would be without your guidance. You're the best.

I may not say it all the time, but just know I'm forever appreciative of what you've done for our family.

You set the bar higher than anyone could have imagined. I'll always try to be as great as you. Love you!

You always say that you love us more, but I'm just not sure how that can be true. Love you a million times over, Dad.

Pops, you're the man who's made me who I am today. Thanks for always being there.

What a gift you are in my life—you are one of a kind. Happy Father's Day.

When it comes to dads, I don't think it could get any better than this. Celebrating you today reminds me just how much you touch those around you.

Happy Father's Day: Thank you for being my mentor, and my biggest fan. Did I mention my style icon?

Happy Father's Day: There's no one in the world like you. Hugs and kisses!

Dad, you've given me so much. Here's to you.

Dad—you've made my life so much better. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Thank you for giving fatherhood your all. You've made me the person I am today.

Where would I be without you as my dad? I'm so grateful for you. Happy Father's Day.

Thank you for being my dad.

God took the strength of a mountain, the patience of eternity, and combined them to create the thing we call dad.

To my dad, the man who moves fire and earth for his family.

Dad, even when you aren't there, I feel you in the world all around me.

Only a dad like you gives his all to make way for his children.

Thank you for always making something out of nothing. Happy Father's Day.

Thank you for all the ways you go above and beyond every day.

A dad is someone you look up to every day, no matter how tall you grow.

Dad: A man with infinite patience.

Thank you for all the many wonderful things you do... even the things I sometimes fail to notice. 😂

Happy Father's Day to one sweet pop.

I'm so lucky to have you in my life.

Today's your day, Dad. Enjoy it, and know how loved you are.

Dad, you're my hero. Thanks for everything.

Happy Father's Day: You're more than a father—you're a friend. Thank you for all that you've done for me.

I'm so proud to be your kid. Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Everyone always says they have the best dad in the world, but that can't be right... because that man is right here with me. Cheers to you, Dad.

Thank you for making growing up fun. I love you!

I love talking to you, hanging out with you, and hearing your advice. Thankful for you every day, but especially today.

Happy Father's Day to the coolest dad on the planet. Thanks for being you.

Thank you for bringing love, acceptance, and joy into my life all these years. Happy Father's Day, Dad.

All of the lessons you've taught me over the years have added up to the wonderful life I'm living today.

I'm grateful for you, Dad, and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to pay you back for all that you've done for me. Happy Father's Day.

Thank you for giving me so many of my favorite memories.

I wouldn't be who I am today without you.

Happy Father's Day to the best man I know. Enjoy every moment of this special day.

Thanks for always having my back, Dad. I love you.

One day just isn't enough to tell you how much you mean to me.

Funny Father's Day Messages

Happy Father's Day to the man who instilled fear into all my dates and still treats me like a princess.

Happy Father's Day from your favorite pain in the neck.

Cracking open a cold one in your honor on Father’s Day. Cheers, Dad.

I was going to give you the most amazing gift ever for Father's Day… then I remembered you already have me.

Happy Father's Day: You did great—I turned out perfect.

Dad, thanks for teaching me that it's okay to take a nap anywhere, anytime. Happy Father's Day to the nap king.

Happy Father's Day: I love your bad, I mean dad jokes...

Dad, I really appreciate all your corny jokes now that I'm fully groan.

You know what they say: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree—and that's definitely true of you and me.

You know I'm not good at my words... so don't expect anything sappy. Happy Father's Day!

If it wasn't for you—there wouldn't be a me. Thanks for that, Dad! 😂

I know I'm really annoying, but you put up with me anyway... even on Father's Day.

Happy Father's Day: Here are a bunch of pictures of you with me.

I know it's hard no longer being the funniest person in the family.

I follow by your example—which is probably why I'm so sassy. Thanks, Dad!

For what it's worth, you cook a really good steak.

Not everyone can say that they have the hippest dad of 'em all.

I think of you and what you've done for us more than I'd like to admit. Like, seriously.

Genuinely clueless at how I would do anything without you. But I'm clueless a lot of the time.

You're my best friend, even if you don't want to be! 😜

Happy Father's Day to the person who puts up with a mini version of him.

Happy Father's Day to the king of the grill.

Consider this your yearly reminder that I love you.

Thanks for giving me life! 🤝

Happy Great-Excuse-to-Go-Golfing Day.

Dad, I love how we don't even have to say out loud that I'm your favorite.

Today's about you, Dad: I hope you savor every moment of it. Because tomorrow, it's back to being all about us—your kids.

I'm sorry if I've driven you a little crazy over the years. Okay, a lot crazy. It's just because I love you.

The most important life lesson I've learned: When all else fails, call Dad.

The man, the myth, the legend. Happy Father's Day, Dad!

It turns out you were right about everything, Dad.

I love you, Dad—even if I never accept your friend request.

You're the best dad ever. I mean, just look at how I turned out.

I know raising me took patience... to say the least. Thank you for all of yours.

Father's Day Messages for Grandpa

Sending you even more love than usual on this Father's Day. Have a wonderful one, Grandpa.

Grandpa, thank you for everything you've done to make our family so wonderful. Here's to you.

Our family wouldn't be half as special without you leading the charge.

I hope I'm half the person you are one day. Happy Father's Day, Grandpa.

You've been a remarkable role model for us all. Thank you for everything, Grandpa.

We're all thinking of you today, Grandpa.

Happy Father's Day to a man who's as grand as can be.

For everything you've done for me and all the love you share, I'm thankful. Happy Father's Day, Grandpa.

I hope you know how much you mean to me, Grandpa. Thank you for being an incredible dad and grandfather to our family.

Thank you for providing our family with so much strength, comfort, and happiness. Thinking of you today.

Enjoy this special day, and know that your whole crew is thinking of you.

I hope your Father's Day is full of peace, love, and joy. Sending you all my love today and always, Grandpa.

It's grand to have someone like you in our family. Happy Father's Day, Grandad.

I admire the man you've been and the man you are. Thank you for teaching me what it is to lead a worthwhile life.

Father's Day Messages for a Husband

To the world, you're a dad. To our family, you're the world.

Happy Father's Day to my partner in crime.

Your kids turned out just like you. Good luck with that.

On this Father's Day, I'm loving you even more than I usually do. Have a wonderful day.

I'm thinking of everything you've done for our family today, and I'm feeling so, so thankful.

Thank you for every single thing you do for our family. I'm truly thankful.

I love you and I treasure the family we've built together.

I'm raising a glass to you, and wishing you the most beautiful, meaningful day.

You've done so much for this family, and today, we're celebrating that. Thank you for everything.

Happy Father's Day: I hope you know how much I appreciate you, today and always.

You're an incredible dad and an even better partner.

Thank you for going above and beyond every day. I love you!

Happy Father's Day: I'm so thankful to be able to share this journey of parenthood with you.

Thank you for all you do for our family! We're so lucky to have you in our lives.

Happy Father's Day to a wonderful dad and amazing husband. We love you so much.

I'm so proud of the father you've become. I couldn't have asked for more.

You're an incredible dad every day of the year, but I'm glad we can set aside today to celebrate you. Cheers to you.

CR   ::   https://prinkotakoon.blogspot.com/2024/04/fathers-day-wishes.html  ,   https://www.virginexperiencedays.co.uk/experience-blog/fathers-day-messages  ,   https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/holidays/fathers-day/a27356920/what-to-write-in-a-fathers-day-card/  ,   https://www.thepioneerwoman.com/holidays-celebrations/a36343338/fathers-day-messages/ 

[casspurrjoybell-32]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 36a

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam

My mind was groggy as I slowly woke.

Groaning I rolled over ready to reach my arms around my mate when it came up empty.

I snapped my eyes open as I realized I wasn't in the hospital anymore I was in my room at the pack house.

I shot up from my bed my wolf crying from the separation of his mate.

I rushed over to the door yanking it open to find Wyatt my dad's Beta standing there, his back to me.

He turned towards me.

"Liam," he greeted and I growled at him.

"Get out of my way, Wyatt," I ordered but he just shook his head.

"I'm sorry son. I can't do that," his voice was soft but firm.

"Wyatt, if you don't move so help me."

"Alpha's orders."

Was all he needed to say and my anger began to escalate.

"My dad ordered you to guard my room?" I exclaimed shocked.

He nodded once.

Snarling I tried pushed past him but he didn't move.

I wasn't surprised, he was one of the best Enforcers in out pack.

"Get my dad," I snapped.

"No need," his familiar voice came from down the hall as Wyatt move for him to enter.

So now the Alpha was blocking my way.

I glared at him as he stood just in the entrance of my doorway.

"Why am I here?"

He looked at me calmly.

"Because I brought you here."

I fisted my hands.

"You know I didn't want to be here," I argued.

He nodded.

"Yes, I know."

His grey eyes never blinking as he watched me.

Gritting my teeth I stepped up to him.

"Then move."

He shook his head.

"Move dad."

"I can't."

Crossing his arms he stood his ground ever the proud strong Alpha.

"He can wake up any second and I need to be there for him," I said just wanting my mate.

I heard his sigh.

"He's in a coma Liam, he's been in a coma for over a month now. There is a strong possibility he won't be waking up anytime soon."

I cut him off with a low warning growl.

"I'm sorry to be so blunt with you but you need to hear it," his words were like acid to my ears.

"You need to understand it."

"You're stopping me from being with my mate?"

I glared at him ready to attach if it came down to it.

"No, Liam I'm not stopping you from being with your mate, I would never do that."

"You're doing it now."

"No I'm not, as much as I'm worried for Aiden who's going to be our next Alpha and my son in law. I'm more worried for you at the moment. Liam it is not healthy to completely standstill your life like you have."

"I'm not the one in a standstill," I forced through clenched teeth.

"I know what you're going through, I've seen it."

"No you don't, no one does."

"I know I don't know it personally but I have seen it Liam. And your actions are the same as them. I don't want to lose my son," he exclaimed, a desperate looked trapped in his grey eyes.

I was taken back a little, staring up at him before answering.

"You're not going to lose me, dad."

I felt numb

"I know because I'm trying to prevent It from happening."

He took another step closer to me.

I shook my head and backed away.

"Just let me go, dad. I 'need' to be with him," I begged.

"I understand that your wolf's need are strong but I just want you to stay for a day or two okay. Get some rest and eat. Make your mother and I feel better knowing that you're alright," he bargained.

I shook my head at him.

"I'm not alright, I will never be alright until I see him open his eyes again, till I know that he is fine. Until I tear that fucking bastard to pieces," I growled the last part making my dad tilt his head at me and cock his brow.

"Yeah, tell me why you were about to maul a human in a public hospital?" he asked curious.

My teeth ground together as I remembered the moments in the hallway.

"It was him," I whispered so low my dad had to lean closer to hear.

"It was him what?" he asked curious.

"He did it," I yelled, the rage making my blood boil.

I stormed to the door ready to go hunt him down.

My dad stuck his hand out and grabbed my arm.

Whipping around I growled at him.

I watched his eyes change as he glared at me in warning.

"Liam you may be next to rule but you are far from being able to challenge me," he growled lowly.

I knew he was right but I still curled my lips up in a snarl.

"Now tell me from the beginning," he demanded.

Snatching my arm from his grasp I started pacing the floor when I began to explain.

"I met at him over at Aiden's. I never talked to him before but he always gave me this weird felling. I was in the locker room with Aiden... doing stuff and right when we were about to leave I caught a whiff of a familiar scent but I couldn't put name to it. Then in the hospital I would catch the same smell on different occasions and yesterday I decided to follow it and it was him, Aiden's cousin. He'd been spying on us for who know how long," I continued to pace as my dad stood there quietly but I could see a fire starting in his eyes.

When you mess with a member of a werewolf's pack it's like spitting in all our faces.

"I could see the guilty in his eyes not to mention he reeked of it. It was no accident, that son of a bitch pushed my mate down the goddamn stairs."

I was no longer pacing.

Instead I was standing in the middle of my room shaking, my eyes a bright yellow and my teeth elongating.

The nails on my fingers slowly growing into claws and the heat of the change coming on fast and hard.

I was ready to rip the guy's head off.

"He's not getting away with this. He was the one to put Aiden in the hospital."

Hair was pouting from my skin.

"Liam remembers he's part of Aiden's family I doubt that Aiden would want you killing his cousin," he said.

"He doesn't deserve to live," I growled.

"I know Liam, trust me I'm angry about all this too but that's not your decision to make, it's Aiden."

The heat in my body slowly evaporated as I slumped my shoulders in agony.

"How am I to know what he wants if he can't even tell me what to do?"

I dropped on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands.

Dad came to sit next to me wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Let his family deal with it Liam, that's all you can do."

I sighed at his words.

He was right but that didn't mean I didn't want to rip his heart out.

He patted my arm.

"Come one let's go."

He stood and I looked up at him questionably.

"Where?"

I cringed at how pathetic and weak I sounded.

"For a run, you've been cooped up in that hospital room for a month now I know you want to stretch your legs," he said with a pleasant smile.

I thought about it for a bit before I stood as well.

"Alright but after this I'm going back."

I didn't leave any room for discussion, so dad nodded reluctantly.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 32 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Zunda's eyes widened and her jaw went slack.

It took her a long moment to find any words.

"You found him?"

"Slone did," Nim explained. "This whole time, he was on the other side of the mountains."

Skye pushed himself up onto his elbows on Harrison's shoulder.

"Hi. I'm your new stepdad."

"Hi," Zunda said, her expression still stunned.

She turned back to Nim.

"That's him? You really found him?"

"That's really him," Nim said. "Looking a couple of years older, just like I do. We're connected, like I always said. I couldn't just move on. It wasn't a choice."

Zunda shook her head.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore. You don't need to. All these things we're arguing about... none of it matters anymore, dad."

"Maybe not but that doesn't mean everything's going to be okay now," Nim said. "Skye isn't a werewolf. I'm not being a part of any damn thing he's not welcome in. Anything."

"I won't pretend that the way you're looking at me right now isn't justified," Zunda said. "You're not pulling this idea that he would be treated like an outsider and made to feel unwelcome out of nowhere. Things are different now, though. They're changing."

"They really are," Yore, who had been quiet until now, cut in. "My partner isn't a werewolf either but everyone's warmed up to him. Being a healer, doing the things he's done, it all helps with changing minds and hearts but I truly believe people are starting to see a different perspective on things. Recent events have opened a lot of eyes."

"Skye's a bit of a hero himself," Slone said. "He ain't much of a boaster but we met because a vampire grabbed Duran and ran and Skye dropped outta a tree on the vampire and pinned it down. After that, didn't take him a full day to launch some other rescue and that's how we met our friends who own the ship that got us back here. There's a good heart in that one, and a brave spirit too."

Skye rolled over onto his back and let his head hang back over Harrison's shoulder, watching them upside down.

"Yeah but I probably won't do anything like that here because I think there are lots of other people who would be better at that sort of thing anyway. Me and Harrison are going to be couriers together, though. That's also important."

"You don't have to prove yourself, Skye," Zunda said. "You're welcome here. I promise."

"It's okay if I'm not. I don't mind. Lots of people don't like me, so I'm used to it. My own family didn't want me, so if someone else's doesn't either..."

Skye shrugged.

"It's okay."

"He's welcome and so are you," Zunda said. "I'm so happy for you, Dad."

"Hmm," Nim said as he gave a stiff nod.

He hesitated.

"I'm proud of you, you know. I know our relationship's been rocky for a while and I haven't always agreed with... well, a lot of things. But I am proud of you. When you were little, when I saw the pressure you were under ramping up, I wanted to just keep you with me, keep you away from all of it. You didn't try to run away from any of it, though. You faced every challenge, never shied away. The path you went down was one where I couldn't follow you but I've always admired your spirit."

"We haven't always agreed but I have this boy, my own son and the man he's grown into isn't who I raised him to be. He's better than that. He's wise and patient and more open minded than I've ever been. He's unerringly kind and endlessly selfless. Some of that is his Grandmother but I've started to realise lately just how much of that came from your influence. He still visits you, doesn't he?"

"When I have time," Yore said. "When I need some space to think, that quiet cabin in the woods is perfect."

"Well, I can't take all the credit,because he's fucking smarter and more level headed than I am, too," Nim said. "I know I haven't always handled things with you as well as I could have, Zunda. I let myself be resentful. Yore, I know you'll be a better father than I ever was.. You'll do better than I did."

"It's not a competition," Yore said. "And our situations aren't the same. Aime is acting as a surrogate for me. She's your equivalent in this situation and she might not be in the baby's life as much as I am. She's comfortable with that, though. She has a family outside of our arrangement."

"I know," Nim said. "That's where I went wrong, isn't it? Nobody ever wanted me to be a father. They wanted a sperm donor. Everything else was just my own ideas about how things should be."

"It complicated things," Zunda said. "But... Thank you. I do remember being a little girl, just collecting chicken eggs and picking fruit. You gave me something I never got anywhere else and I love those memories. I wish I'd appreciated that more when I was younger. I wish I'd made more time to spend with you as I got older."

"It's not too late, for either of you," Yore said. "To be a father, to be a daughter. You're still family. We're still family."

"I want to try," Nim said. "I just need to take care of Skye as well. He's a part of my life. He's a part of me."

"And he's a part of our family as well," Zunda said. "We'll make it work."

"Thank you."

[god-fucking-dammit-mizutani]

@grimtactician:

I love this ohhhh! they both definitely cry! And by them i welcome the other chosen kiddos! Ahh Iori and Sora have to do a lot of comforting that day awww!!  Im glad we agree that Yamato cries the most that big softie but Jyou and Miyako and Mimi are absolutely the loudest. ((Gabumon gently ribs Yamato about it like ahaha Yamato do you want me to go get more tissues?)) ahh im getting sentimental i love these kids so much ;v; ((Kae came prepared with EXTRA tissues and discreetly shares some with Yamato—shes not crying as much as she thought she would, shes just smiling and her heart is so full and fond bc wow look at all these kids who love her son! Who want him to be happy!!))

jhfkdshkhskhdsjhk I love all of this absolutely Sora and Iori just being so comforting to everyone. Now I’m imagining Taichi ribbing Yamato on Gabumon’s tail and just getting a, “You can’t say anything????” but then they get drunk later and sob over old stories like, “I love you mannn” lmao Just Kae knowing Yamato will be crying!!!! Motimon crying like, “I’m so glad Koushirou-han!!” Mimi is weepy the whole way through and she and Miyako just cling to each other sobbing Ken’s trying to just watch but Daisuke’s also a blubbering mess. Yuuko’s just ecstatic Koushirou’s her son-in-law now and keeps pulling them into big hugs

[starstruckwillows]

james potter x wife!reader

okay, what if we see little moments of the two of them raising harry all the way through his 7th year? like harry hosting sleepovers with ron and hermione and ginny and y/n and james being the best parents ever. and dropping harry off for the first time at platform 9 3/4. and girls coming into the picture. and idk, but you get it right?

♡ we deserve this life - j.p ♡

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; james potter x wife!reader

category; fluff, tiniest bit of angst if you squint with reading glasses on

summary; your beautifully regular life with your husband years after the war

warnings/content; none

other; fem!reader, erasure of so much death and canon sadness cos no thanks, bi harry

the war was painfully long and sorrowful, and when you fell pregnant, you were terrified to bring a baby into such a warstricken world.

but when your son was only a year old, the terror ended with what you thought would become a sacrifice. ultimately, things shook out and voldermort was killed.

you and james got the happy years raising your son that you needed.

"this is the life we deserve angel, i promise." james had whispered on the night of your wedding.

philosopher's stone

"go on harry, run!" james nudged your son's shoulder, who gripped his trolley uncertaintly.

you ruffled his hair, "don't worry, dad'll go first."

your husband shifted awkwardly, "erm well, i haven't... in a while, you know... since our last year and..."

with a laugh and an eyeroll, you slipped through the barrier, harry and james appearing just after, confidence restored.

and as harry rushed away to converse and load his things onto the train, you watched him with bittersweet love.

when the train took off, chugging away, james squeezed an arm around your shoulder as you buried your face into him to hide your upset.

"he's gonna have fun! don't cry love."

you sniffled, "oh yeah, like you won't be bawling later."

chamber of secrets

well, have fun he did.

amongst hosting sleepovers with his newfound trio over the holidays, it had slipped his mind to mention he could speak parseltongue, or that the heir of slytherin was traversing the school with a murderous basilisk.

you clutched your heart with an open mouth as you read the letter from dumbledore, "basilisk?" you screeched.

meanwhile james enthusiastically encouraged your son with a howler.

"oh merlin is ginny alright?"

"so proud of you harry!"

"fawkes? oh gods-"

"how's quidditch going anyway?"

"hermione, petrified?"

"oh, and also-" james frowned, cutting himself off and turning to you, "did you just say hermione was petrified? how'd harry and ron get anything done?"

you laughed shakily, still in fear, "oh i'm sure she found a way to tell them anyway."

james noticed your unease, ended the howler and swept you up into a dramatic hug, spinning you round until your ribs hurt from laughter.

"jamie, put me down!" you gasped out through your giggling, which he finally did.

"we raised the coolest son in the world."

prisoner of azkaban

your heart dropped when you read the headlines - peter pettigrew escapes azkaban.

james and you shared a look of pain. for the first time, this was not your husband comforting you when you fretted over harry being so far from home. this was a real threat, maybe even more so terrifying for james.

"mum, dad? what are you reading?"

wordlessly, james leaned back onto the sofa and a ran a hand through his signature mop of hair.

harry moved forward, peering at it, "peter pettigrew? who's that?"

you let out a sigh. thirteen years without harry knowing wormtail as the man that had almost got you all killed had been a push. it was always going to come to this eventually.

you felt better knowing remus would be teaching at hogwarts this year, sirius moving to the castle with him.

still, that night you could do nothing for james but let him push his face into your neck and tighten your arms around him.

goblet of fire

when harry's name was pulled from that goblet, james surprised everyone by being fully and completely on your side, screaming in dumbledore's office with mcgonagall's backing, so loudly the owlery rustled every few minutes.

and when you finally accepted the situation, you were his most enthusiastic supporters, taking temporary residence up in hogsmeade and spending your weekends burning the 'potter stinks' badge.

"you can't beat up a child."

you scoffed, "james, i'm not going to beat him up. the malfoys weren't ever going to raise a nice kid, i don't blame him yet."

james hummed, nodding, "mhm, right, so why is your wand in your hand?"

you looked down at it with a sharp laugh, "this isn't beating him up."

order of the phoenix

admist the war, something you never wanted your son to experience, there was a tiny beacon of what you thought was hope.

harry's relationship problems - he did not consider them hope.

"so in short, i really like cho, but she's just broken up with cedric."

you hummed in thought, "i see. are you close with cedric, will it impact your friendship?"

harry groaned, thunking his head back onto the wall, "well, i really like him too. it's a classic bi crisis situation."

considering the triangle until it made both of your head's hurt, he threw his hands in the air, "alright, i'm putting this behind me and focusing on my o.w.ls, and throwing umbridge off a cliff."

james walked in at that moment and admonished him lightly, "c'mon harry, y'know your mum doesn't like you talking about teachers like that. even sniv- snape."

you snorted, "umbridge is a troll. actually, that's harsh... to trolls."

half blood prince

you and your husband were curled into balls on the sofa, laughing until tears burned on your face.

"half- oh merlin i can't!" you wheezed, coughing.

"prince! oh my, snivellous his royal highness!" james pushed his glasses aside as they grew misty from the condensation of his crying.

you gasped, "he called himself that. seriously."

harry mumbled, "actually, he still does."

and the laughter started all over again.

"also, i kissed ginny."

you bolted up, almost knocking heads with james, chanting at the same time, "knew it!"

deathly hallows

the battlefield was rough and shredded and covered in debris. many had been lost. other's changed for life by injuries. all traumatized by the destruction.

your son trembled in your arms for the first time in a year, exhausted and drained. for the most awful, wrenching, angry feeling in your life, you thought you'd lost him. dry screams had brought you to your knees. but he was here now. it was over.

"you're alright harry, you did so good, i'm so proud of you." you fought back your sob as your husband joined you sitting on the stairs.

families were embracing and mourning across the space, and in this moment, you had never appreciated your family so much.

you deserved this life.

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[the-broken-truth]

i have a good one, this is really far fetched but. yandere parents bruce and dinaa where they have a son together, due to neglect of both parents the boy is basically raised by alfred, but the thing is, the son is at the same time ridiculously overpowered and a reincarnator, that upon his death, got back to when he was about 10 now knowing that his quest for parental love is a lost cause, he just says fuck it, drop them and just starts treating alfred as his reals dad.

Broken Truth: So, a reincarnated son of Bruce and Diana who treats Alfred as his father instead of them. Okay, I can weave those words.

The 10-year-old boy looked at the dark ceiling in his room as the rain hit the window from the storm going on outside; normally, the rain would soothe him and help him get some sleep but his mind was everywhere right now. So many things and so little time...well, that was the case for the life he once lived before he was reincarnated into his present body - The Heir of Two Factions.

On his maternal side, he had warrior's blood in his veins, the essence of a proud people that hated his gender, thus his mother sent him here to live with his father, completely ignoring the boy's existence. His mother was Diana Prince - also known as Wonder Woman - The Heiress of Themyscira, the island of the Amazons.

As for his father, he wasn't any better at taking care of his son...well, maybe he cared for the boy's older brothers but that was all. The Dark Knight of Gotham City and the Richest Bachelor of said city - The Batman - also known as Bruce Wayne.

[Name] growled to himself at the thought of his parents before throwing the blanket off his body and getting out of bed. He marched to the door and opened it before leaving the room and marching down the hallway, to the stairs, and down them.

'I need something to drink. My blood is getting too hot.' [Name] growled in his mind - the last time his blood was this hot was on a battlefield in his past life. He walked into the kitchen where the light was on and the Family Butler was standing there with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

"Young Master, what are you doing up? It's past your bedtime." Alfred said as he closed the newspaper.

"Sorry, Alfred, I just wanted something to drink; my blood feels like it's boiling right now." [Name] said as he walked over to the butler with a tired look. Without words, Alfred rose from his seat and walked over to the fridge with an empty glass and began to pour some apple juice - the young master's favorite - before handing the glass to the boy who smiled at him and started drinking the glass's contents before the butler, who smiled at this before offering the boy to sit beside him.

"Now, tell me, Young Master, what has your blood boiling at this time of night? Are the memories of your past life bothering you again?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow. Yes, [Name] told Alfred about his past life and the butler believed him - he knew things that no child should know if not living those memories again.

"Yes, once again, I find myself plagued by my past life's choices because I'm living through them again - trying to get my mother and father to love me...but nothing is working." [Name] exhaled as he looked down at his drink as Alfred placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I am aware of your strife, Young Master, but sometimes some battles aren't worth fighting because it's a waste of our time; I don't think Mast Bruce would notice you as his son because he has others, and Diana's people aren't fond of men. Please, live your life and forget about Master Bruce or Lady Diana." Alfred said as he smiled at the boy who suddenly hugged him, "Master [Name]?"

"Screw them. I don't care about them anymore. You can be my dad, Alfred, at least you care about me." [Name] said as he snuggled in Alfred's stomach with a smile on his face. The butler smiled and rubbed the boy's back and hugged him.

"It would be my honor, son."

[studiojeon]

use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

Don´t copy or repost please. by studiojeon on tumblr.