I was a young man, I fled my home country. I will refrain from naming
it here, because if you knew where it was, you would be able to locate
the forest and I want it to remain as it is: obscure, mythical, and
i haven’t even thought about how Check, Please! will probably end with Bitty’s graduation like 93% of me is literally expecting to see the comic go all the way to Next Gen SMH ft. Bitty and Jack’s children touring the Haus and being like “Is it true that the attic is haunted and the ghosts touch your butt” and Bitty going like “Okay honey I know Uncle Ransom has a Ph. D. but not everything he says is true.”
The new frogs find Jack in the kitchen, with a baby on his hip, squinting at a cabinet that has apparently been re-filled with Sriracha bottles, and one of them nearly trips over his own feet and says, “Oh God I’ve been at the library too much I’m hallucinating Jack Zimmermann in my kitchen.”
Jack: Oh, that’s me. Sorry, your captain let me in? I’m just looking, my husband and I used to live–” Frog: (incoherent screaming)
I finally made some reference sheets for my version of Portal Ford’s outfit. I just love his portal outfit and wish that we had gotten to see more of it in the show. He looks so good in black. If you’re curious, that round thing on the back of the strap is kind of like a magnet used to hold the Quantum Destabilizer, because I realized in his original design that the strap doesn’t go over his jacket. How else is that gun supposed to stay on his back? XD
so i was thinking how much people seemed to overlook Lance listening to music in season 1 may or may not be because i always do the same and then this popped out. This takes place sometime during season two. (WC: 1208)
Keith lays down in bed, curling himself against Lance’s side, who is putting on Pidge’s headphones. He breathes in, relishing in the scent of pure Lance.
They’re in “Lance’s” room, but in all honesty, it’s both of theirs. Their clothes are both here, they both sleep here, they both brush their teeth and shower here. It’s theirs, and that little word change has never made his heart flutter so often.
But there’s only one thing that Keith is really thinking about. The one thing he always thinks about before they go to bed.
“Hey, Lance?” says Keith, wrapping an arm around Lance’s bare waist.
Lance pauses mid-motion. “Yeah?”
“Why do you always wear those in bed?” asks Keith. He lifts his head, resting his chin on Lance’s chest to face him.
My Ducktales 2017 theory that probably no one cares about
At the beginning of this series, Donald and Scrooge are NOT on good terms with each other.
The nephews are surprised to learn that Scrooge McDuck is their uncle, and by the looks of the trailer Webby informing them that Donald is apparently a famous adventurer is also a surprise to them; since they’re under the assumption that they’re a normal boring family
I feel like Donald was once Scrooge’s partner in all his crazy adventures, and at some point he just got sick of it all and wanted to just settle down and be normal.
The two haven’t spoken to each other often since then and Donald getting all dressed up to go see Scrooge is probably his way of at least trying to be civil
Why he has to leave the boys with Scrooge this time however is beyond me, but I feel like Scrooge was more or less his last option. The look on his face when they’re about to go there says it all
That is the look of someone about to go see a relative they dread seeing
Or maybe I’m over analyzing a near two minute trailer because I’m over hyped for this series
The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team
(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)
It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.
“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.
“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.
“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass.
“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.
“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.
“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.
“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.
Consider this a 3 am AU written entirely on mobile tumblr in which Neil is a runaway prince and Andrew is a bandit/thief/Robin Hood-esque whatever the fuck with his family + Kevin, and like most of the plot is over and done with.
“Abram.” The name rolls off of Andrew’s tongue, unfamiliar. “Abram,” he repeats. “Is that a truth?”
“It’s the only truth I know,” Neil responds. “But if ‘Neil’ is a lie, I’d like to keep it so for as long as possible.”
“You are Neil Josten,” Andrew says. His tone holds no room for arguments. Neil has never been good at listening to such things, though.
“I am Nathaniel Wesninski,” he says, barely forcing the words out. “I am Prince Nathaniel Wesninski and my father–”
“You are Neil Abram Josten.” Even if he had not spoken, the conviction behind Andrew’s eyes would have been enough to shut him up. He wonders, not for the first time, how anyone could believe him to be heartless. How anyone could believe him to be The Monster that they’ve all labeled him as. Perhaps Andrew is more human than all of them. Maybe he just knows the truth better than all of them. Maybe, perhaps. “You are Neil Abram Josten and you are one of us.”
It’s the last words that knock the air out of his chest. “I’m one of you?” Neil breathes, eyes wide.
“Don’t be an idiot.” Andrew leans forward to flick his forehead. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
“I’m dangerous to you, and your family.”
“So is Kevin.”
“But you have a deal with Kevin.”
“I had a deal with you.”
There’s a silence. A bird chirps. The wind rustles through the trees. The moon just barely shines through the leaves above them.
Andrew lifts a hand and it hovers just beside Neil’s bandaged cheek. He’s giving him a choice. Neil leans to the side, letting him cup his cheek as he closes his eyes. He hasn’t touched Andrew since Riko took him. He is still warm, although the air is cool. He had thought Riko would bring him to is father, and he’d never feel him again. He’d been prepared for that. Now, he doesn’t know if he would ever be able to leave again.
“Your father still believes Riko to be alive and on his way to him,” Andrew murmurs lowly, stroking his thumb along the bandage. “All it would take is a worded letter to your uncle. He would be dealt with–him and his men.”
“And who will take over?” Neil asks. He opens his eyes. “I am not fit to be king.”
“You are a leader, Neil Josten. You will do fine. It is your birthright.”
“I have not been learning to be a leader in years. I am out of practice.”
“Your uncle can help you. You can build an alliance through your father’s death, and he can teach you to be king. He loves you enough to do so.”
“And what of you? And Nicky, and Aaron, and Kevin?”
Andrew is quiet while he ponders this. “What do you want? What is it that you wish for us to do?”
“I wish for you all to be able to find somewhere to rest.”
“…I suppose. He is your brother. I can retract your criminal status. You can have a place in the palace.”
“So you are planning on becoming king, then.”
“I–.” Neil blinks. He hadn’t realized. “I suppose so.”
Andrew nods. “We shall send a letter to your uncle, then?”
“I do not need him to fight my battles.”
“You will not fight your father.” It’s an ordwr, but it sounds like a plea. Neil is and likely always will be weak to Andrew. He cannot argue when he can hear that something behind his voice.
“Okay,” he murmurs, “we will send for my uncle.”
Andrew looks at him, looks into eyes that Neil hates because they are wholly his father’s. They are eyes that Andrew finds intriguing, he knows. “The era of Wesninski will soon be over,” he says. “You will be a king bearing the name Josten. You are not your father. You will be better than him.” You are better than him, he doesn’t say.
“Andrew…” His hand is still to his cheek. He isn’t inclined to remind him to remove it. “Yes or no?”
Neil has not kissed Andrew since the night before Riko had taken him all that time ago. The last time they kissed, Neil was aware of the time limit hanging above his head. He had wanted to know the feeling of being something to Andrew before he was forced to leave them.
There is still a limit, but he feels like they have all the time in the world. Nicky and Aaron and Kevin sleep, far enough away to not be heard but still be seen. In this moment, it is Andrew Doe and Neil Josten and no one else. This is the one thing Neil has ever truly wanted. Whatever ‘this’ may be.
It is Andrew who closes the gap. Andrew who presses his lips so, so softly to Neil’s in a way that is odd, but not unwelcome.
It is not a kiss in a haze of lust. It is not one of desperation. It is not one that speaks of a goodbye and the knowledge that ‘this’ will never be anything ever again.
It is a kiss that holds the promise they had made all those months ago, and the silent promise they made just then. It speaks of that 'something’ that Andrew refuses to acknowledge. It speaks of the things they will never tell each other, but know, deep down. It speaks of battles hard won and the freedom that is so, so close. It speaks of whatever Neil Abram Josten and Andrew Joseph Doe are.
HI can you do a bangtan reaction to someone questioning whether their child is their’s because the child doesn’t resemble them so much because their significant other is of a different ethnicity. Thanks and I hope that makes sense. 😊
LOL this happened to my mom once when I was a kid because I looked nothing like her. I can’t stand people who do this, but I do understand their concern.
“Oh, how cute is she? Is she adopted?”
Namjoon would just scrunch his eyebrows together and pull his daughter back behind him a little bit. “No..she’s not.” He’d say, before walking away with his little girl in his arms.
“Aw, hey there little one. Is this your daddy?” The lady would say wearily, peering up at Taehyung from where she crouched in front of the two year old.
The little boy would step back and hide behind his dad’s legs. Taehyung would be shocked, “Excuse me? Yes, I am, in fact.”
His son would be running around the park area and Jimin would be watching from a bench on the side.
“Which ones yours?” A guy said, sitting down next to him. Jimin would smile and point out the four year old, and the guy would make a face. “Are you sure?” He’d ask.
“Uh, yeah, I’m sure.” Jimin would say, obviously offended before calling out to his son and leaving the park with the little boy in tow.
J-Hope would be step back and quickly pick his little girl up. “Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?” He’d say, glancing at the woman who questioned him.
“Aw, is uncle taking you on a day trip, sweetie? How fun!”
Jin would make a face before gently pulling his daughter away from the woman who was crouched down in front of him. “I’m not her uncle. I’m her dad.” He would say, before leaving with the little girl.
“She doesn’t look very much like you. You’re her dad?” The man would say to Yoongi as he was pushing his little girl in the stoller, where she babbled happily.
He’d spin around and shoot back, “Yeah, I am. What business do you have asking?”
“Oh, how cute are you, it’s so nice to see friends helping out friends with their kids.”
Jungkook would make the Jungshook face, but snap out of it before staring straight at the lady. “Um, no, actually. I’ve helping out my wife by taking my daughter to the park because you know, she’s my daughter. My. Daughter.” He emphasized.
Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah
I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^
“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.
“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.
“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.
“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^
“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^
“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”
“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be. I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *
“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.
“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.
“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^
“Yeah I just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other. *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.
I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.
——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————
I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^
The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.
“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”
“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.
“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant
“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.
“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I wanted to yes so I can see crush the other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.
“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“
“Ahh Y/n there you are. ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.
I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.
I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.
*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*
It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.
^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.
I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.
I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.
“Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.
He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.
_________________________time skip arrival death place_______________
“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me.
When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water.
The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.
_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________
No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.
“Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.
“Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.
“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.
Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya.
“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out.
“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug.
The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.
Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 2)
I am sorry for not having this sooner please forgive me senpai
Young! Reader x Father ! Klaus
Young! Reader x Uncle!Kol
It had been a week since the incident with the Kidnapping . So far every one is slightly shaken up that something like that can happen to their dear hope. Or well every one would if Kol would forget about the person who was actually tortured like everyone else did to Y/N .
She hadn’t really spoken much since the incident . But her screams in the night , showed her true emotions .
But it seemed like tonight was not one of those nights thankfully. Kol didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm , her leg was healing nicely. Well nicely enough when your ankle is fraktured
The originals tried to give her blood but every time she would pretend to drink it or just not enough to heal her completly.
But she was healing as her family tended to Hope’s crying. Kol watches at (y/n( , whom gasps as her sister nearly falls on the steps but doesn’t move from her seat . “Hello darling How are you ,” he says walking up to her. “I am fine uncle Kol , how are you ?” He could tell she was trying to be happy but her smile didn’t reach her eyes or heart.
“Come on love you can’t be sad forever . I am sure your parents were al–”
“Already taking care of Hope and tending her needs . Its fine Uncle Kol , they were just to busy doing other things . they couldn’t focus on me and Hope. I am just glad You we’re there for me when I needed you ” she then gave Kol a hug making him smile for the little girls sake , but he knew deep down its was going to take more than a hug to comfort the young child .
“ hey get dressed Aunty Davina wanted to give you a check up ” he says, making a smile whip onto the small girls face as she goes to prepare with her crutches in hand to support her body.
“So do you intend to steal away my daughter every time something happens to her ,” scowled Klaus.
“I told you already Niklaus . it isn’t stealing if she want to Come with me . It’s not like.your trying to.do you job when it comes to taking care. Of her .” kol says. “I am taking her to the cauldron to see Davina wanted to check on her leg . ” he continues.
“Do you intend to take her to some outsider , when Freya is hear with more magic and knowledge,” he says, as his anger rises.“Thou Davina isn’t as powerful Freya. She is more around and loving to her”
” Is that so brother then tell me who is the person that helps wrap (Y/n( bandages when Hayley isn’t around , or when Y/n needs help reaching her courtches.“
"Y/n wouldn’t even need crouthes if you even batted an eye at the girl. You fear they will both push you away when they grow up. But they have nothing to push away if you don’t care for the both of them ,” Kol says walking up to Klaus . Both of them were so angry they didn’t notice that Y/n walking into the room.
“ If its such a problem that I go out with Uncle Kol then I won’t go. No need to fight over anyone . ” she said then makes her way back to her room leaving the two grown men alone .
“Oh its you,” she said walking into the room . “Must be horrible being a human . You know only to live ,survive only to be killed ” she says.
“What do you want Hope” Y/n says holding on to her sketch book. “What can’t I just come and check on my twin” she Scowls at the word .
“I mean after all I need to be a bigger person here,"she pushes off Y/n’s crutches from the bed and snatches her sketch book from her .
"Hey what the fuck,” Y/n said as Hope sits down and Klaus comes to the room. Klaus gasps at Y/n words.
“So you expect to go out with Kol ,with that kind of language ,” he yells walking up the the human child as tears brim Hope’s eyes .
"You and I are going to talk about this ,“ he said walking away with the fake crying Hope from the room . Y/n glares at her twins walking form and sighs knowing that they won’t believe her story .
I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working. "Little brat” I say noticing that my sketches were all torn out . I place the now empty sketch book on the bed side table .
I was about to try and pick up my crutches when Uncle Elijah and Klaus walks into the room and locks the door. "Y/n please tell me what your father heard you say isn’t true ?“ Uncle Elijah asks.
Uncle Elijah was always there for me when Uncle Kol wasn’t around or in this families case awake or alive. I could tell he wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but he knew I would be lying to him .
"Hello Y/n I believe your Uncle asked you ”
“Yes Uncle Elijah I did curse at Hope ,” I said cutting off ‘my father ’ if I can even call him that . He is more like the sperm donor who didn’t leave the baby mama. Yeah that’s it.
“And what was this reason you attacked your sister,”
“Its not an attack all I said was 'what the fuck’ is exactly like say ’ what the heck’,” I say staring dead at them.
“Are you sure that is all you said ,” said Klaus
“Are you sure you have sensitive hearing cause you sure don’t act like it ,” I cross my arms , making Klaus huff in anger . “Y/n you are not allowed to go read or practice magic . When you go to school . You go and come right back . Nor are you allowed to meet Davina at all or go to Marcellus ,”
I felt like my was heart being stabbed repeatedly . “ wha- are – Fine ,” I say knowing that arguing with the two of them is useless. Everything I loved to do and take it.
Yet if it was Hope they would let her off with a warning . I release a sigh as they walk out the room with not another word . Yes I know what I did was wrong –
My thoughts were interupted when I notice Uncle Kol walk into the room . “Hi Uncle Coco ,” I say as he picks up my crutches from the ground and leans them on my bed side tables. “I heard what happened ,”
“Not like you wouldn’t someone would off told you eventually,” I say , my sounded sad and defeated but its not like my voice should be for from it cause of everything .
“It wasn’t such a nice thing you said to Hope . ” he sits down onto my bed . I look down to my F/c bed sheets . “If you heard what she said you would think what I said would be angelic ,” I say leaning on my head board .
“And what would that be darling ,”
“She said my purpose in life is to grow only to killed only to be killed .” the feeling of wanting to cry engulfed me . My own sister wanted me dead . and doesn’t even think off me as a person.
“My sisters thinks I am made to die . Maybe those people who has kidnapped me should of killed me , or better yet ” I didn’t notice tears were coming out my eyes until Uncle Kol pulled me into his arms. Thou I am with him I feel alone .
* Maybe I should kill me self* I thought as he rubs my back. *But I can let Uncle Kol know my plan * I thought hugging him back. “ Are you OK little bird ” he said putting his chin on my head. I wipe my tears and snuggle into his chest . “Yeah I am fine ” I said knowing I won’t be able to bother anyone any more .
Six year old Charlie had a race car bed. It was painted red with the number five on the side facing the door, and Alex had built it from hand. Charlie loved the bed more than anything; though it wasn’t a toy, he loved to pretend he was a race car driver while turning his body and making screeching sounds and ‘vrooming’ noises.
The mattress was stiff, something Charlie didn’t seem to mind. Alex did though, he hated sitting on it while reading his son bedtime stories. He’d just shut The Lorax, and was ready to leave, hoping to get some feeling back in his butt, when Charlie spoke up.
“Daddy?” he asked, his voice tiny, boy-ish, Alex thought he was going to ask for another story since he didn’t sound remotely tired.
“Yeah Charlie?” If he hated anything more than the mattress it was Doctor Seuss- his son’s favorite author -and his dumb rhymes and made up words.
“Why don’t we ever visit mommy parents?” For a second Alex was thrown, his jaw dropped slightly.He knew his son was smart and observant, but it never crossed his mind that Charlie would ever ask about his in-laws.
“Why don’t we ever see mommy’s mommy and daddy like we see yours?” Alex chewed at his lip for a second.
“It’s hard to explain Charlie,” Alex started to say.
“Why’s it hard?” Charlie asked again.
“Well, mommy’s dad didn’t like me. Neither did her mom,but her liked me more then her daddy did-”
“Why didn’t they like you daddy?” Charlie cried indignantly, sitting up, “You’re the best daddy in the whole world!” Alex smiled at Charlie. His wife always said that Charlie looked like him-his jaw line and eyebrows -but with his eyebrows together angry and a pout on his lips, Alex could see more of you in him than ever before.
“I don’t know Charlie, they just didn’t.” He ran a hand through his sons hair.
“That’s dumb, they’re dumb.” Alex snorted, “Do you want me to finish telling you why?” Charlie nodded, but he kept his arms crossed over his chest and his lips together tightly.
“Her daddy didn’t want me to marry mommy-” Charlie’s jaw dropped in shock, “-see when I was little my daddy told me to talk to the father of the woman you want to marry and ask for his blessing. So I asked her father but her daddy said no you can’t marry my daughter.”
“But you two got married?” Charlie frowned, confused.
“We did,” Alex smiled as he remembered you in short white dress you’d borrowed from Raven.
Alex leaned in real close to his son and with a mischievous smile, he told him, “We ran away together and then had you.” Though it was more ‘we found out we were having you and then planned a shotgun courthouse wedding’. Charlie looked at his father shocked and wide eyed.
“Now,” Alex instructed, pushing Charlie back down against his pillow, “Go to sleep, bud. You want to be big and tall like Uncle Bozo.”
“Hey daddy,” Charlie called out as Alex walked over to the door,
So I’m gonna
change their age a little bit. The reader is 8 and Damian is 10.
terrified. Uncle Clark wants to take you up to the Watchtower to meet the rest
of the Justice League. Neither you or Clark is entirely sure how you ended up
on Earth, but according to the DNA test that Batman had run, you were
definitely related to Uncle Clark. Connor had also taken an instant liking to
you, mainly because you preferred to be around your cousin more than your
tube announces the arrival of Superman, and everyone turns toward the sound.
You reach out, gripping the edge of Uncle Clark’s cape, hiding behind him.
“Everyone, this is my niece, Y/N”
behind Uncle Clark’s cape, there are too many strangers for you to feel
comfortable. Uncle Clark chuckled and moved his cape, balling it up so you
can’t hide anymore.
A red blur zooms up to you,
crouching beside you, “Hello! My name is Barry! It’s really nice to meet Big
Blues niece!” The man pulled off his mask, revealing a young face and kind
“Uncle Clark” you whisper; your
shaking hands griping the leg of his costume.
“It’s alright” Clark crouched
down so he was eye level with you, “Come on, say hello to Barry”
“H-Hello Mr. Barry” you whisper,
shyly holding out your hand. Barry grins, gently shaking your hand, he’s
obviously excited. You can feel him almost vibrating beside you.
“Just Barry is fine, sweetheart!
Or Uncle Barry”
shyly and nod, the other League members slowly come forward to meet you, until
you have been introduced to everyone but Batman and Robin. At that point you
have come out of your shell a little bit.
Batman! Hello Robin” You float up until you are eye level with Batman’s face,
“You’re my favorite League member! It’s really nice to meet you”
quirk in a smirk, “It is very nice to meet you too, Y/N. My name is Bruce. This
here is my son Damian”
immediately drop down to face Damian, “tt, Father I do not understand why I had
to attend this meeting”
your head, and suddenly dart in, wrapping your arms tightly around Damian.
Several of the adults gasp, tensing ready to separate the two, “Hello, you are
gonna be my best friend”
struggles for a minute, before he gives one last sigh and begrudgingly hugs you
back. Every League member freezes, fully expecting Damian to attack you for
touching him. “I suppose I can allow you to befriend me, having a Super at my
side could have its benefits.”
happy to have finally made a friend, you grab onto Damian’s cape, making sure
you don’t lose your new friend.
flurry of wind and suddenly your cousin is standing next to Uncle Clark, “Sorry
I’m late, Y/N! I had to do a quick patrol before I came up here”
You let out
a happy shriek and shoot into Kon’s arms. “Kon!! I missed you!”
Kryptonian chuckled, “It’s only been a day, honey!”
onto Kon’s hand and drag him over, “Have you met Damian? He’s my best friend!”
chuckled, “Didn’t you just meet the little brat? How can you be best friends
happily and zoom back over to Damian, who immediately folds you into a hug. You
squirm until you’re facing your cousin, but still wrapped in the older boy’s
arms. ” Come say hi, Kon!!”
Justice League members smile and shake their heads at you younger heroes’
antics. “I’m gonna call it” Barry announced, loud enough for the adults to
hear, but the younger ones were too preoccupied to be paying attention so they
didn’t. “Those two are going to be married someday”
stiffens immediately, turning to look at the two youngest. His mouth opens in
horror when he sees Robin gently cradling his niece against his armored chest.
The smallest Super wiggles out of Robin’s hold and hangs onto his cape, letting
herself be pulled around wherever Robin goes.
to happen, Barry” Clark growled
one eyebrow, “And why not? Do you think my son isn’t good enough for your
around, “I didn’t say that, Bruce. Damian is a good kid, but I mean, Y/N is so
can be friends, can’t they? I mean there’s no harm in that” Bruce smirks, placing
a hand on his best friends shoulder, “What harm could it do, they’re both
young, and there are so few young people in the Hero role. It’ll be good for
them to have a friend”
like he wants to argue again, but he doesn’t want to start anything, “I suppose
Y/N could use a friend”
smirk gets bigger, “I’m glad you see it that way, Clark. But Barry … I do have
to agree with you, those two are going to get married”
at Bruce as the other League members laugh. Bets are made while Clark just
stands there in complete shock. He is the only one to say that the won’t be
call. Damian had vanished, he had been right behind you, but when you turned
around he was gone. You could feel tears build up in your eyes, you had already
lost your first friend and it hadn’t even been a day. You were alone, and you
were scared. “Dami!!!” You sob.
around, frantically looking for your best friend, but you can’t find him.
Damian is actually the one who finds you.
Why are you crying?” His eyes are wide behind his mask, “Who hurt you? I will
your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug, careful of your
advanced strength. Damian stands up, picking you up with him and sits down in a
nearby chair. “I was so scared” you sob, “Thought I lost you!”
back and forth, “Hush, Beloved, hush. I am here. I am so sorry for leaving you,
I did not realize how much stress my disappearance would cause you”
nuzzling into Damian’s throat, “Just … Just don’t do it again, okay?”
time to go!”
immediately fill your eyes, “I don’t wanna go Uncle Clark”
“We have to
go back to the farm. Grandma and Grandpa will be worried if we don’t head back
soon”. Uncle Clark crouches down so he’s eye level with you.
spill over, “I don’t want to leave my new friend. Damian said that we are gonna
get married. If we are married, then you can’t separate us”.
you upset my Beloved” Damian snarls, taking a step in front of you. He whips
out one of his swords, leveling it at Uncle Clark’s chest, he was ready to
fight for you.
froze when Bruce let out a chuckle, “It seems like the children have taken a
liking to each other. Why doesn’t Y/N come back to the Manor with me, the two
can have a sleep over?”
over to Clark, “Please? Please? Please Uncle Clark?!?”
looks like he’s in pain, “Alright, but just for tonight”.
conformation Bruce full on smiles, and Uncle Clark growls at the man, “This
means nothing” Uncle Clark hisses. Bruce just shakes his head and leads the two
young vigilantes to the Zeta tube.
Laurent learned his lesson from the whiskey when they were at the beach. It doesn’t help to drink when he feels like this: detached, and on edge, and like anyone who comes within reach will be taken between his teeth and shredded. He takes dinner to his trailer, but his appetite is non-existent. A plate of shepherd’s pie goes cold on the table while he lies on his bed and tries to forget the look on Aimeric’s face as confidence dissolved into the first stirrings of fear that everything he’d been promised might disappear. That what seemed like loyalty, even affection, was just as false as everything else in this industry.
There’s a knock on the door of Laurent’s trailer, and when he calls, “What?” the door opens without further ado.
“Can I come in?” says Damen, who has already come in.
“No,” says Laurent.
Unsurprisingly, this fails to work. Laurent knows by now there is no point telling Damen to stay in his room in the house like a good little bachelor. Damen behaves when the camera is pointed at him, and Laurent’s instincts have stopped him from pushing it further than that.
Damen comes and sits on the corner-seat, crammed in opposite the low bed. There is barely enough room for his legs in the space between.
Laurent has a high tolerance for silence. He turns his head on the pillow and looks at Damen, waiting. Damen looks back at him for a while. The texture of the silence changes. Laurent’s mouth feels dry and his knees are restless.
Request: I am in love with all or your stories! Could you maybe write something where Bucky is a single father of a little girl, and he’s trying to teach her self-defense when he finds out she’s being bullied at school?- from anonymous
dad!Bucky Barnes X Reader (kinda? alludes to?)
Word Count: 2330
Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard violence
A/N: This might have gotten a little bit away from me, but I hope it’s okay and you like it! I don’t know anything about parenting so.. Again, Feedback would be freaking amazing.
Bucky was running late. It was always like this. There never seemed to be enough time in a day for him to get everything completed on his daily task list. He always thought it was normal, for being a single parent to feel a little overwhelmed at times. Lately he had been feeling this way all the time. Running his hands over his face, he hit the familiar speed dial button on his programmed work phone and waited for an answer.
“Buck, whats up? I though that you had an early day today?” Steve’s voice rang throughout Bucky’s office.
“I know, I was supposed to leave hours ago… Listen can you do me a huge favour?”
“Yes, I will pick up Maisie. But Buck.. You have to talk to your boss, this is like.. the sixth time in the last two weeks. I know things are tough right n-”
“I know Steve. I know..” he sighed. “I’m just… If I get the promotion I can work from home, set my own hours. Every time I get ahead, I get pushed back a couple steps. Fuck..”
Damen was in a meeting
when he was told the news, whispered softly into his ear by one his men. He
inclined his head slightly without taking his eyes off of his current business
adversary, and nodded to indicate he’d heard, signaling for the man to leave so
the meeting could continue. He shuffled the information to the back of his
mind, and carried on, ignoring the curious look Nikandros sent him. He made
himself not react as he faced the golden-haired man in front of him.
matter?” Auguste asked from across the conference table, looking squarely at
Damen shook his head,
allowing an easy smile to grace his features. “No, nothing of import.”
Sharing none of their
emotions, they carried on with the negotiations.
watched Auguste carefully until he could see outside the conference room
windows that he had gotten into his car – alone – and had left the premises. He
waved for Nikandros to follow him as he got into the elevator and pushed for
the basement levels.
As soon as the doors
were securely closed, Nikandros turned to him, his eyes narrowed.
“It was a ploy,” Damen
said, answering the unasked question. “The little brother, Laurent, was caught
sneaking around the top floors.”
Summary: It’s Katie’s 5th birthday, and you’re excited to give your daughter her present. Words: 1.5k Sam x Reader, Dean, Katie (OC) Warnings: none, but this is unbetad and I haven’t even proofread it so I mean…
Summary: After you had finished
studying in the school library, you find Peter crying on the steps in front of
A/N: I don’t know if you’ll even like
this shit but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
shrill bell rang throughout Midtown High, signaling the end of the school-day.
You packed your bag, shoving your textbooks and papers inside. Stepping out
into the hall, you started on your new route to the school library, dodging and
weaving through the throng of people. Normally, you’d go straight home. But,
since you have a huge Chemistry test the next day, you thought it’d be in your
best interest to study as much as you could. On the way there, you kept your
head down, eyes on the floor, not wanting to attract the attention of any of
the bullies that might be lurking nearby. God knows you didn’t need that right
Prompt: Naegi and Kirigiri with Saihara as their child (PS this is spoiler-free and I haven’t played/watched the game so excuse me for mischaracterizing)
A/N for @qosic a WAY belated birthday gift. Dude, I love you so much that I would write naegiri for you. Thanks for being awesome and I hope this will be enough for your forgiveness at my late greeting.
Another Detective in the Family - naegiri with child saihara
When Saihara was born, they never talked about his talent.
Instead the parents cried and cooed at a healthy baby born and how they would protect him and shower him in love. Whether or not he had talent was not a concern of theirs so long as he was happy. Makoto did joke before that he wished their son didn’t inherit his luck if that counted as a discussion. Kyouko was still smooth as ever when she calmly mentioned that their son would most likely inherit his hope. They both blushed at that, him more so than her. It was nice and peaceful and all was right in the world in those moments.
When Saihara grew up, he inevitably showed talent.
At first it was just interest in his parents’ works which then developed into skill. He solved his first mystery when he was four and the culprit was his father who ate his mother’s pudding. It was an easy first case but he had been proud over debunking his father’s alibi. He had a feeling that his mother knew all along but just milked the situation for his father’s reaction. The next time they went grocery shopping, they bought him extra pudding as a reward.
From then on, he pursued mysteries with a wonderlust. He solved them left and right and he grew bolder with each success. It seemed as though he was already set on the path of being a detective just like his mother. However, unlike his mother, he didn’t become cold and distant in his work. He took after his father when it came to being social. He was friendly enough and made sure that everyone was at least comfortable around him. His mother made no comment on his work ethic and his father cheered him on. He would make them proud.
At the tender age of seven, he was a prodigy.
A prodigy that was still babied by his parents just because they can.
“Mom, I have some news.” He declared as soon as he caught sight of her in the living room.
“Really?” Kyouko asked although judging by her tone, it sounded rhetorical.
Saihara’s smile immediately turned into a scowl or at least it was supposed to be but it came out as a pout. “You already know, don’t you?”
She hummed playfully. “If you say so then what ever gave me away?”
This was a test and he just knew it. Ever since he started showing interest, she also began to train him in subtle ways. Sure it was fun at first but after a few years, it got old fast. Well more like annoying since they were easy and she knew how he felt about the easier tests but still handed them out. Her excuse was that it was to drill in the basics but he knew better and that she just wanted to tease him.
He took a moment to reorganize his thoughts into a concise explanation. “Well you’re early but not too early. That provides just the right time frame for you to meet auntie given his schedule. However, the incriminating evidence is that your blouse has wrinkles around the shoulder area that could only be acquired by someone placing their arms there in a hugging manner. And you never let anyone but auntie do that. Given auntie’s nature, I have no doubt that she already told you about the news.”
Kyouko stared at him, her silence carrying judgement with every passing second. “Nice try.” She curtly said.
“Nice try? Not well done?” He asked incredulously.
“It’s not a bad induction.” She shrugged. “However, it is incorrect.”
“Incorrect?” He gasped. It was like a blow was dealt to his gut.
“I learned about the news from your uncle this morning. Everything else, I planned and planted.” She explained in a collected manner and then surprised him at the tenderness in her touch when she patted his head comfortingly. “It seems that you have much to learn since you were deceived easily.”
“It wasn’t that easy. I’m going to see through it next time.” He grumbled and covered half of his face in embarrassment.
“There, there.” She smiled as she continued to pat him.
Makoto came home shortly after and gave both of them warm hugs. “How was your day, Saihara?” He affectionately brushed his hair.
“M'fine.” He mumbled though he did not pull away.
“Oh, Kyouko. It looks like you already know about the news. Did uncle tell you?” Makoto said when he turned towards her.
“Seriously?” Saihara’s jaw dropped. “How did you even find out about that? I thought mom was the detective between the two of you!”
“I have my fair share of experiences at solving mysteries.” He winked at his son. “I just might be better than you.”
“How??” He squawked at how infuriatingly talented his father was. “At least tell me how you figured it out!”
“A lucky guess?” Makoto just laughed at his son’s scrunched up face. “Just kidding, kiddo. I actually saw them when uncle delivered the news.”
Saihara practically fumed. He was played by his parents. Twice! “I hate you both.” He grumbled.
“Love you more.” Kyouko giggled.
“Love you too!” Makoto chuckled.
Despite Saihara’s weak protests, Makoto pulled the three of them together in for another bear hug which Kyouko obliged. He ended up smiling with them and although he did laugh, he refused to acknowledge that out loud. More than the thrill and satisfaction of solving mysteries, he thought that it was moments like these that topped his list. Here, in the safety and warmth of his loving parents. He forgets and forgives them for teasing but they would never let him forget that he was their beloved son.
When Saihara looked up to his parents, he didn’t think of talent since all he saw was love.