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[cvndyss]

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[dad-galaxy]

Bought together + Don't separate them

[vermosu]

This big boy just celebrated his 33rd birthday last week 👏🏻

Spoiler : It contains romance, skip if it's boring.

Happy birthday Samchon! Stay healthy and happy to be yourself and part of my family. Thank you for teaching me many things and also inspiring me with what you do I see every day of you living your days meaningfully.

Bonding with you never makes me feel bored. This chemistry isn't artificial, it grows on its own bc that's what we want to build together naturally. We live as we should without anything being forced or made up until finally we became best friends 🖤

Deciding to start a family with you was a big decision for Ibu as well as me. We believe the love we feel is as great as what we give to you and even more. Thank you for being willing to take care of us - in this case, me. Not in a materialistic way, but rather, trust myself with someone who will take care of my soul. Trust myself with someone who will take care of mind, some one who will take care of my heart. Trust myself with someone who will take care of even the most chaotic parts of who I am. Samchon from all that I feel I can do the same for you, for our family. Even though you are not my biological father, you mean the same to me.

Samchon, did you know???

How happy i would be if you picked me up from school on the sidelines of your busy life and my friend was happy to see my 'dad' come?

Do you know how proud I am when I see you perform on stage and inspire so many dancers?

Do you know how amazed I am when I see your eyes sparkle when your students surprises you with their progress?

Did you know how happy i am to see you up close with so many animals? How can you have the vibes that makes stray animals comfortable sticking with you?

Did you know how happy I am when everything I say gets a response? When my dreams are not just dreams when you say let's do it now instead of later?

Did you know how surprised I am that you're intooooo astrology? I don't even care about my Taurus which is not popular. I'm so sick of hearing the Aries and Virgo in my cricle who can't stop talking about it and now I have Capricorn at home. I can't believe it happened to me :(

Did you know how terrified I was when I saw you quit enlistment with such conditions? It was the first time I saw Ibu's hands shaking in front of the ICU. How jealous I see other families are grateful to see their family members leave the room. How it breaks my heart to see your damaged eyes. How sad I hear the way you say wanna see normal again? How tired Ibu's giving your eyes bunch of meds and it time lag makes me wonder if we can sleep tonight? I ended up staying at the hospital and going to school from there for a few days. In the early days of your treatment my body felt very crushed bc there were only the two of us Ibu and I, so we had to complement each other. There are times when Ibu goes to buy food and I stand in the room to give meds to Samchon's eyes and can't be late at all. There are times when I take turns with Ibu and go to buy medis that isn't available at the hospital, and when I already get it Ibu sends another photo of a new medical prescription and and I have to go back there again and queue again and it's raining outside. I remember how hectic we were when we set an alarm on a cheap smartwatch we bought out of necessity. We remember how short our time to eat was. All the struggles that we went through together from treatment, healing to your therapy have really been replaced. Please, 제발, don't get sick anymore. Stay healthy! Physically! Mentally! You have us, a very strong backing!

And did you know Samchon how hard it was for me to hold back tears when you finally said you were ready and willing to be the imam of the prayer from then onwards? Good job Samchon, thank you for never getting tired of continuing to learn more about Islam. And now I see the figure of Opung in you where you always shout and remind me to pray on time 😆

I'll be honest here, of course it's not easy to accept Ibu and I in the early days you know us. The fact that you truly love your nephew is also a child within your circle makes us believe in you that you will be the right person to help Ibu educate and guide me. You opened my mind with your statement, "I will not replace your biological father's position, as a stepdad I will help you, guide you also give you a good experience until you become the human you dream of. This is also my first experience to have a son so let's live life together like a best friends". We're doing well so far despite ups and downs, my heart can't lie to accept you. Thank you Samchon for accepting me as I am. Ibu and I are not perfect - we are full of sins and scars but you want to walk together and heal together, it turns out that you also have the same scars. Thank you for everything especially for speaking up that I am not only Ibu's son but also your child. I might regret it if at that time I really refused you to come into our lives.

Sorry if I still call you Samchon.

Even though you say call you as comfortable as I am but I know what YOU and the universe wants.

Sorry I can't reach that yet but you  exactly know I'm working towards that.

Stay healthy and fit until old age! I'm so happy to see you excited about your new permanent job 😍 Let's grow together! Let's learn about life together! Let's achieve another dream together! Let's get to know ourselves more! I'm really looking forward to do new experiences with Ibu and you

🖤🖤🖤

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

06 - Too Little Too Late

Chapters songs:

Yam Yam: No Vacation

Numb: Men I Trust

4EVER: Clairo

—

Sugawara

Hey, I won't be riding the bus this morning. My father is visiting and I have to spend the morning with him I'm guessing. I might be available after school, though. So if you wanna walk

Yeah, I'll let you know. I hope everything with your dad goes okay.

Okay. See you later then.

Yeah, you too.

—

One last message from Sugawara is received, before I close the messaging app, and turn off my phone. I wasn't quite ready for what was to occur this morning: seeing my dad. You would think I would be happy about it, or at least be a little excited. But really, I couldn't be more stressed. All my father has ever done is criticize my talents, my behavior, and almost everything that has to do with me being me. Every time he comes to Japan, which isn't a lot, it's the same lecture all over again about what I'm doing with my life, and where I'll be when I'm older.

But at least two or three more hours of sleep. Might as well take advantage of missing a day, right?

—

    As I stretch out my arms under my sheets, a knock on my door is heard, followed by my mom's soft voice. "Y/n, your father is getting you today. I'm off to work, okay? Make sure to feed Astra." Her tone is low and worry full, but I wouldn't blame her. Surely your ex-husband coming back shouldn't be so easy.

   "I know, mom. Thanks. You have a good day," I say back to her, hearing her footsteps slowly disappear. That's my queue to begin getting ready. What I wear consists of something simple: a thin white shirt, a sage green sweatshirt on top, and jeans with white sneakers, which is something safe. I wouldn't want him to begin criticizing me by starting with my outfit. And as for my hair, I wore it the way I always did.

After a few moments of getting ready, I stand up in the mirror, making sure my personality wasn't showing on the outside. I hated that this is how I had to think of myself when around my parents, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. As suspected, a few minutes later, a message from him appears informing me he had gotten here.

—

Dad

Hey! I'm outside, come quickly so we can grab something at that small cafe you love.

Okay, I'll be out there in a second.

—

Nothing baffled me as much as him being so normal about this situation did, but there wasn't much I could say to him. I could only imagine how many questions he would ask me, or if he would even care about the important things, like if I was going through anything.

Reaching for a basic shoulder bag, I say my farewell to the cat, and make my way downstairs. Once I reach the front door, I take a deep breath and open it to reveal the usual view, except an expensive car stood in the driveway, with a smiling man inside of it. I smile back, easing that he didn't look pissed as fuck. After that, I locked the front door and walked towards his car.

Hesitantly, I pull the handle and step into the front passenger seat. "Hey, Dad." I greet him, meanwhile closing the door. "How've you been?"

"Hm, I've been just fine. What about you?" He begins to pull out of the driveway, and soon enough, we're on the road. "There's much to talk about."

I nod, as he states the obvious. "Yeah, of course."

This is awkward.

My hands begin to fidget, popping and stretching my fingers while he drove on the road, saying absolutely nothing. That was until I asked something to fill the empty space between us. "How's work been? I heard you got a bunch of promotions."

"It's been like always; normal. But yes, I have gotten promotions. I guess I've exceeded the limit, though. So.. what about you? You're still on your whole band-thingy?" He clears his throat, turning into another street: the same Suga and I would walk. "Your aunt says she's excited to work with you."

My aunt, AU/N, was my blueprint. She was my father's little sister, and she had a hell of a lot of money. One time when she was younger she slipped in dog pee at Walmart and sued them 50,000$. Since she was a musician, and far more successful than my band, she decided to start her label, signing many small bands like mine. And so, since I had a connection, my friends and I decided to sign with her during the summer after we graduate. We'd have to move to New York in America, but that was just fine. Because moving meant we could establish a good career and attend college as well.

   "I'm excited too. You know, to move and all." My eyes take mental images of the portrait outside today. Trees were finally growing leaves again, and grass as well; spring was around the corner. "Why the sudden visit? Is there a conference being held in Miyagi?"

My question seems like have made him uneasy, for his fingers began making small beats on the steering wheel. In no way did I mean to be so sudden, but an answer to my asking was necessary.

Thankfully, his response isn't a shout and rude remark, but a simple explanation that frankly made me feel better about his stay. "I'm most likely not gonna be able to see you before you graduate, so I wanted to spend a day with you. I know I said I'd drop you off at school after breakfast, but I thought we could hang out longer.

Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

—

To my surprise, the drive wasn't as short as I thought. A total of thirty silent minutes felt as if it was an entire hour. Once we arrived at the small cafe in the plaza, the both of us got off the car and glanced at each other, beginning our way towards it.

    I had a certain idea of why he'd picked this spot for us to eat at. When I was younger, I'd spent lots of time here doing whatever I was up to, and usually with one of my close friends, (not that we're close anymore.) To be completely frank, it came to me as a shock my father even paid attention to how much I adored this place. The light lavender concrete walls and cutesy pots with succulents and house plants. Not to mention its colorful m decorations, far more improved than when I was a little kid. Still, it drew Moku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Toruku to make it our number one hang-out spot from the ages of 8-14, even if it wasn't as attracting as it is now.

As we enter, the small bell at the top of the door rings, and we're greeted by a young girl at the counter that surrounded many baked goods. "Welcome!" She says, meanwhile packing up an online order. "Is there anything I could help you guys with?"

"Two coffees, please." My father replied, holding up two of his long, worn-out fingers. 'Coffee? I mean, I guess. Not that I cared or anything. I honestly preferred the tea with the little peaches in it— what was it called?' My father's voice cuts off my thoughts. "And a fruit lemonade for her. The coffees are for me; long hours!"

   'That's it!' I said to myself internally, briefly smiling at the worker while she wrote a few words down. And soon enough, we're told it'll take only a few minutes. Still, it baffled me my father even remembered such a little thing I loved when I was a child.

   What a try-hard.

   The two of us find a corner table for two, and he pulls out a chair for me to place myself. I do so, as my father does the same. Then, a long-awaited conversation begins. "How did you know I liked this place?"

   He straightens his collar, saying, "You never stopped talking about it when you were little."

  "And the drink?"

  "I just remember how many times it appeared on my taxes from this place, that's all." He chuckles, leaning onto his arm along with stroking his sharp beard. "Why do you ask?"

  Without thinking, I answer sharply, looking down at the wooden patterns on the table. "Why do you think? I didn't think you'd paid attention," I say to him, quickly looking up for a rude remark.

   He effortlessly sighs and keeps the situation unproblematic. Although, I wouldn't have minded diving deeper into the reasoning of his absence. "I did sometimes. Sorry."

  I tell myself to leave it at that, to leave it at 'sorry', but I can't. I can't not say something. "Can I ask you something? And I want a valid answer, not excuses. I know you wanted to have a nice time but this is the most I've talked to you in the past year so I'd rather get straight to it than poke around the elephant in the room."

  In the corner of my eye, I see him nod, giving me an okay that I could rant. Well, more like calmly let out my feelings. "I just— I don't understand what happened. After you and mom got busy, it was a total blur. I'm not asking for you two to get together again, and I never questioned why you split up either. I'm simply asking why you guys forgot you had a daughter, that's all."

    Not more than a split second later do I realize how rude that sounded. But too bad, I wanted to know. A few silent seconds slide by while he seems to be thinking of an answer, and explanation. Then, the sound of footsteps coming towards us, signaling our beverages had arrived.

  "Two coffees," the young lady mumbles, setting them in front of my father as he smiles. "And a fruit lemonade!" She exclaims. The pink-tinted drink makes waves in cold glass in her hand once it's set down. "All set. Is there anything else I can get for you two?"

   We shake our heads lightly.

   "Alright then! Enjoy!" She beams, then happily walks away. Ever since I was younger, I never understood why the store wonder daughter was so nice. But I'm guessing it lasted throughout the years, or else she wouldn't treat customers so gently.

Father slowly lifts the drink to his lips, and enjoys his cinnamon roast, while I feel my back aching from the perfect posture I perform around him. "Ah, carry on, Y/n. What is it that makes you so upset? The idea your mother and I did all we could to give you a better life, or is it that we picked ourselves up and became better people?" His manipulative tone comes in, sending mixed signals. But I could see where he was coming from completely.

"I just wish you two had taught me what it's like to be a proper parent. Instead, every time I would try getting your attention, you would always look away, and send me off to do something else." I feel my hands squeeze my thighs under the table, as I look up and down at my father with a silent yet harsh tone, "all I wanted was to admire you and learn what was so interesting about sitting in an office working for another person. But that's changed now, right? Because you've maxed out the level of superiority now that you've not done a single other thing."

"Y/n—"

"The fact you worked endlessly doesn't bother me as much as you criticizing me does. It truly hurts me that you attempt to steer me into another direction every time you visit when you haven't even been to at least seven of my birthdays. I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot it, either. You would judge who I hung out with, what I liked to do, everything. You even judged the way I handled my best friend dying, yet didn't think to send me to therapy. Toruku's mom is the one who took us to get help, not you. Why do you do it? Why do you think it's a good idea to bring me down? You've never been there for me, so you don't know me. You never will, father. You'll never know who I am."

A trembling hand reaches for my drink quickly, as I sip from the thin black straw in silence, taking in as much as I can. And all he can do is sit quiet, still processing my explanation.

That is until he speaks, finally. "I'm— I'm sorry."

"It's too late for that."

He nods.

The straw twirls between my fingers during the spinning memories of spending more time with my friends than my parents that ran through my mind. But it's whatever, right? I did just fine raising myself. At least that's what I told myself. Truth is, I needed people. I needed to grow with others on my side. It wasn't any wonder that I felt so lonely when I was younger. I'm dependent, yet independent.

Before getting up from my seat, I make sure to down the rest of the cold lemonade I had in my hand and grabbed both my hood and small bag. "Can we go now? Please."

"Sure. We can leave."

—

After getting home, I can't help but immediately let a few tears escape my eyes. The fact two words were all my father could say made my blood boil and my bones stiffen, especially since it was the last time I would talk with him in person before I graduate. Maybe I could meet him before he goes back to Korea, but I'd rather not. Not after leaving it at that.

The doors slam still echoed through the house, while I sat against the front door, crying in my lonely arms. No car to leave, and no one to hear me except a sleepy cat. While I do so, every thought of ever healing the hole between our relationship entered my thoughts, and the never-ending process of realizing I can't fix it hurts just as much as the pain in my chest.

Throughout the blur of water in my eyes, I make out the image of a white figure lying across my feet. I look up briefly, wipe my eyes, and stroke Astras back. Her soft, thin hair glides between my fingers, giving me a realization that I wasn't completely alone. No, I wasn't. I still had old friends and family that supported me, other than my father.

Right now, I had to think about the things that were important to me. The things that would help me grow, not look back at my regrets. Maybe the purpose of his visit was a sign from the universe, telling me to get over my past because my goals are too close for me to hesitate.

I needed a break from today. A nap, possibly. I don't think I'd be going back to school anytime soon, so I might as well rest a bit. That's exactly what I need, rest after a long week. After all, the weekend was just around the corner.

I slouch up the stairs with the chunky cat in my hand. By the time I reach my room, both my pants and shoes are in the other, and I'm ready to knock out between messy blankets.

—

'Ring!' My phone makes alarms under me, sending vibrations through the pillow my head rested on, making my eyelids quickly open. A hand snaked for the device, bringing the bright screen up to my face. It was no other than the band group chat.

Xanax sluts

Giki

Guess who just got invited to a party

Toruku

Us

Giki

No me but I asked if you guys could go and they said we can bring whoever

Toruku

Bruh

Who is hosting it

Giki

Some chick names Miya I know. She's a third-year and seems like a stuck-up little bitch but she's actually pretty cool.

Hikishi

Omg I love her she's so sweet

Me

Oh I know who you guys are talking about she's the girls' volleyball team captain

Giki

Yeah

Anyways she said you guys could go

Hikishi

When

Giki

Uhh

In like

An hour?

Me

HUH

GIRL IM NOT READY FOR A PARTY TN I JUST GOT IN THIS ARGUMENT WITH MY DAD 😟

Giki

Oh come onnn just slap on a dress or something and we can go

Hikishi

WAIT YES IM SO BORED

Toruku

Will, there be alcohol

Giki

No

Toruku

Will there be drugs

Giki

No

Toruku

Then this isn't a party-

Giki

Come on she's my friends and I promised you guys would go plus she's super popular so everyone's gonna be there AND she's rich

Toruku

And who's driving us

Hikishi

You mf who else

Me

Fine I'll go but you guys better not do anything to cause attention, if there's gonna be snobby people then we're most likely to be looked down on

Hikishi

I'm so excited yayy

Toruku

What are you excited about there's no drugs or alcohol

Hikishi

Cause this is the first party we're going to ever since last month

Toruku

Oh yeah

Giki

Mhm it's like this back to school party

Toruku

Giki if this is a kids party I'm gonna slap the lesbian out of you

Giki

ITS NOT YOU TOUCH-DEPRIVED TWINK

Me

See you guys in an hour ig

Hikishi

Oh-

—

Mom

Going out tn

Ok. Are you staying at anyone's house?

Maybe. Idk yet

How did it go with your dad

It went fine

Good baby I'm glad

Tell me when or if you get to someone's house

Ok I will love you

—

Happy that my mother didn't make an argument, I sigh, checking the time. It seemed pretty dark outside, so it had to be around eight or nine. And quickly after, I decide it's best to begin getting ready, again.

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Please note chapters, it means a lot. I work endlessly on these making sure they're perfect for you guys. Have a good rest of your day, and I hope you take care of yourself. Love you lots!!

- estrxlar

[anakinthetrashking]

... positive response... (๑•﹏•) And I'm too lazy to put in 10asks bc this is wayy too long for an ask... So... Here's what I ranted on this subject to my friend earlier today:

So, it starts with the dorms right? The first week for the kids is like sleeping over a friend's house for the first time, everyone is tip toeing around each other, (except like, Bakugou, 'cause he doesn't really care) But dude, being that careful leads to being suuuper high strung, not to mention the fact that none of them are probably getting very good sleep, bc it's a new place, too.

- So second week comes around and it's now more of a "if you even breathe in my direction, I will end you" bc come on, they're teenagers and now they're extra exhausted

-queue everyone getting on each other's nerves 24/7, trying to work around each other's schedules, habits, etc... And MAN do they have so much more enthusiasm for sparring practice bc that much teenage angst and aggression packed into a dorm sounds like a bad idea

- Like, "you ate my last Hot Pocket??? You're going to EAT DIRT in practice today." So it cycles through high and low tension between each other, and by the time like a month goes by, somehow they've basically just settled into sibling mode

Which is weird for the only-children in the class but everyone else finally just feels more at home

-unfortunately for Aizawa, settling into a huge family mode does NOT keep them from doing stupid stuff, in fact, it seems to increase the stupidity somehow. But their teamwork has improved by strides, and they've naturally started boosting each other in weak areas

SO. stupidity has multiplied, and the kids are accidentally calling the teachers dad/mom more than ever before, bc all of a sudden they aren't with their own families all the time, so their brains just sort of fill whatever gaps they can with what's available (responsible adult = parental figure ???)

- As much as he tries to act unaffected, Aizawa is just so dang soft for these kids and he's been having dreams nightmares where they are actually, legitimately legally his children, and he just worries ALL THE DANG TIME

- And then everything just sort of cements itself a couple weeks after Eri joins his gaggle of children...

for some reason these kids just are completely incapablele of giving him any sort of break, and so there's some sort of petty shouting match in the common room,, is it friendly? Are they arguing? Shota certainly doesn't care, he's been dangerously low on sleep lately and has not had nearly enough coffee to deal with this, so he just yells out the (current) trouble makers names and says they're all grounded-

- everything grinds to a complete stop, and now theres like 15+ kids staring at him, shocked. Until one of the kids previously uninvolved(Bakugou? Kaminari?) starts laughing, bc dude you just got grounded by our TEACHER

And Aizawas glare snaps to them and is like "you're grounded, too"

the laughing is gone now, and a chorus of why's and how's and what's and protests break out- another glare shuts them up, but one brave student has the courage to ask what in the world they are even grounded from and he's like "I haven't decided yet"

- Because basically he said it on a knee jerk reaction and has no idea where to go with it, but he can't back out now and the thought of trying to explain this away and change what he said sounds like a bigger headache than just going with it

- And after the initial annoyance and headache of it all, somehow he finds that it works better than whatever they were trying before to keep the kids wrangled, because, again, they're living away from their parents, so everything is weird and crazy until he pulls the parent card on accident and now the kids find that somehow their life feels a lot more normal than before

And there's plenty of joking in the teachers office, but they're all pretty relieved at the stupid amount of difference it has made on the kids.

so all of this blows over, and isn't quite forgotten but now it's just normal, until one stressful week, Aizawa has gotten very little sleep, and somehow Toshinori got himself hurt because he followed his big heart and did something stupid and brave at the cost of his own safety

And all the teachers are called in for a meeting to find a solution to this week's disaster,

And Aizawa takes one look at Toshi covered in bandages again, and in his half asleep state, just goes, "Toshinori-san. You're grounded."

all of the teachers are on the edge of dying from trying not to laugh,

but Toshi is sputtering, like, you can't do that?? And he looks to Nedzu for help, who looks him right in the eye and says, "you heard him. You're grounded." With a shrug and goes back to drinking tea.

At this point Midnight snorts, and Mic lets out this high pitched wheezing noise, and Shouta looks around the room without a care and crawls into his sleeping bag and passes out

- (he won't admit that the sight of so many bandages automatically reminded him of a certain problem child)

- (or that saying that was also a complete accident that he ran with again because he still couldn't think of a way to talk himself out of it)

- so yeah that's the crack I was thinking of today:

"Aizawa catches family-feelings, which leads to accidental fatherly actions, which becomes a habit because his kids are more than a handful, which turns into accidentally fathering his co-workers because they remind him of the kids sometimes"

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

*accidental fatherly actions ensue*

Okay okay okay so I've got this silly little Dadzawa idea going around in my head today and at its most basic form it's: "Aizawa catches family-feelings, which leads to accidental fatherly actions, which becomes a habit because his kids are more than a bit of trouble, which turns into accidentally fathering his co-workers because they remind him of the kids sometimes" and I think it's pretty funny but I also feel kinda stupid asdksksks

Wait no thats amazing?? Aizawa accidentally making All Might eat his lunch and have plenty of sleep.

[dad-galaxy]

Unexpected hobbies, what?

Boba SURE does little ships in space bottles.