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1.
The first time it happens, it's a typical weekend at the apartment, and a typical weekend consists of Yanna laying on the couch upside down and watching TV in the living room.
Except this time, said TV was not there, because it had shattered due to an incident with a spider and Stephen with a bat.
She’s not going to elaborate.
But anyway, boredom was at its peak, and Yanna was scrolling through her phone, laying upside down on the couch and wishing she could watch Phineas and Ferb, but the TV was laying in a dumpster somewhere and their new one had not yet arrived.
Stephen and Ann were chilling with her in the living room, Stephen curled up on the other end of the couch, and Ann splayed out across the floor. Jay and Dan were off on patrol, and Hosuh was off at work, so annoying any of them was not an option. (Which is a shame, because Yanna was in the mood to smack Jay in the head.)
Glancing at the clock, she noted there was still going to be awhile before Hosuh got home.
“I’m bored!” Yanna threw her phone to the side, staring angrily at the ceiling.
“Good for you.” Stephen said back, not glancing up from his phone.
“Stephen, I’m bored.” Yanna poked him with her foot, Stephen hardly giving her the time of day.
“Don’t care.”
“But Stephen .”
“We could try making dinner?” Ann suggested before Stephen kicked Yanna off the couch, looking at Yanna from the floor.
“No, we are not doing that.” Stephen shot that down before Yanna even opened her mouth to respond.
“Why not?!” Ann sat up, pouting.
“Why? Hm, let’s see, because I don’t want fire for dinner.” Stephen frowned at Ann, who frowned right back.
“We’re not that bad at cooking!” Yanna tried defending herself. Stephen didn’t even respond, just raised his eyebrows at her over his phone.
“Yeah, okay, you have a point.” Yanna sighed. So she’s not the best cook, big whoop. At least she didn’t start a fire three times in a row making breakfast. (cough cough JAY cough cough)
“Hosuh is the only one who can actually cook in this house.” Ann mumbled, laying back on the ground and face planting into the rug. Stephen hummed in a somewhat agreement.
“Uhg.” Yanna shifted around and sat properly on the couch, glancing at the clock again. “When is Dad getting home, anyway?” She asked, leaning on the arm of the couch.
A moment of silence passed, and no one answered.
Confused, Yanna looked up to find both Ann and Stephen staring at her. Stephen looked seconds away from laughing, Ann was smiling like she won the lottery and the lottery also included a million bear plushies.
“What.” Yanna asked, squinting at the two of them.
“You just called Hosuh dad.” Stephen said, laughing.
“Awww-” Ann put her hands over her chest.
“No I didn’t!” Yanna immediately denied, ignoring the fact that she definitely did.
“You totally did!” Ann slammed her hands into the floor for emphasis. Yanna looked away, waving a hand.
She stood up abruptly from the couch, huffing. “When is Hosuh getting home, I said Hosuh .”
“You said Dad.” Stephen repeated, grinning as Yanna made her way around the couch, walking away.
“No I didn’t!” Yanna yelled from the hallway, making her escape into her room.
“I’ll be sure to tell you when your Dad is on his way home!” Ann yelled, laughing at how Yanna groaned dramatically from the hallway.
2.
The second time, Yanna doesn’t even notice she said it, mostly because she’s too busy fighting for her life.
She got bored, and decided to visit Jay in his room, which turned into a game of “how many times can I poke Jay in the head until he starts trying to kill me”
The magic number was 12.
One second she’s poking Jay in the head, saying “hey, hey, hey, hey, Jay, hey Jay, Jay, Jay, dude, Jay-” And the next Jay is smacking her with a pillow.
Yanna goes flying to the ground, and immediately tries to hit back, grabbing a pillow from Jay’s bed.
She has no clue where that pillow went though, because now she’s curled up into a ball as she’s getting hit in the shoulder repeatedly with no mercy.
“Stop it- Ow, ow! I stopped, I stopped!” Yanna yelled, swinging her leg up and trying to kick Jay in the head.
“Nope! Actions have consequences!” Jay yelled back, and swung the pillow at her again, Yanna getting smacked down to the floor.
Hosuh came by, hearing the screaming and stopping by Jay’s door. “What are you two- Jay!”
“DAD HE WON’T STOP HITTING ME!” Yanna yelled, pointing at Jay.
“YOU STARTED IT!” Jay threw his hands up, pausing. Yanna took her chance and grabbed a pillow, hitting him across the face.
“Wha- Yanna stop hitting- JAY PUT THE LAMP DOWN- YANNA- ” Hosuh ran forward, trying to de-escalate the fight before Yanna threw a chair at Jay.
3.
The third time, Hosuh definitely noticed, although he didn’t say anything.
Yanna was sitting on the couch with Jay, drawing, and couldn’t find a pencil, resulting in her asking Hosuh for one instead of looking through the cushions.
Hosuh found one and handed it to her, Yanna saying “Thanks Dad.” as she grabbed it. She immediately wanted to face palm as Jay stared at her with an open mouth.
Hosuh paused for a moment, then said, “You’re welcome.” And walked off to the kitchen to go do Hosuh things as Yanna died internally on the couch.
Jay looked like he was having the time of his life, laughing a little and Yanna raised a finger before he could even say anything.
“Did,” Jay snickered, holding back the rest of his laughs. “-did you just call Hosuh dad?”
“No.” Yanna shook her head and scooted away.
“You did!”
“No I didn’t!”
“Do you think of Hosuh as a fatherly figure, Yanna?” Jay grinned, Yanna rolling her eyes.
“No, if anything, I think of him as a BOTHER figure, because he’s always bothering me.”
“Sureeee.” Jay leaned back into the couch, grinning as Yanna glared at him.
“Shut up.”
“I’m not saying anything.” Jay raised his hands, laughing.
“I will kick you in the shins!”
“Try it, shorty.” Jay responded, kicking Yanna off the couch.
Yanna grabbed Jay by the leg and dragged him off the couch, Jay landing on the floor with a yell.
They somewhat worked out a truce, deciding to not try and commit murder (this time) and if Hosuh saw, he didn’t question why they were both on the ground instead of sitting on the couch that was right next to them.
4.
The fourth time, Yanna completely blames Dan.
She was home alone, in her room passing the time drawing, and her phone rang, Dan on the other side.
“Hey-o.” Yanna answered, ignoring the sounds of explosions over the phone.
“Hey! Yanna! Is anyone home yet?”
Yanna kept an ear to the apartment, then shrugged to herself, putting the phone back to her ear. “No, I’m just chilling.”
“No one? I thought Hosuh would be at least.” Dan asked, as Yanna doodled a funny face on her paper.
Yanna hums, searching around for a blue pencil. “No, Dad isn’t home yet- goddamit- ” Yanna held the phone away from her, sighing loudly. This was her fate, she’s just going to have to accept it at this point.
Dan laughed on the phone.
“He’s working an extra shift today.” Yanna continued, not bothering to correct herself.
“Oh, alright, that explains it. Then I’m going to have to let you go because I’m sorta busy at the moment-” Another explosion rang out.
“Bye!” Yanna hung up, throwing her phone to the side. She is not going to make a habit of this. She isn’t .
5.
Okay, she lied.
At this point, she’s not even going to fight it, she’s just going to hope Hosuh doesn’t give her a weird look and move on.
Jay was going on a midnight trip to the store, because he wanted snacks. Yanna insisted on following, because, quote “you can’t tell me what to do, Jay!”
The rest of the group were in the living room watching a movie, and Hosuh was by the kitchen counter, cooking something.
“Alright, we’re heading off, we’ll be back.” Jay waved goodbye.
“Don’t lose Yanna.” Hosuh said, semi-seriously. Jay would never lose Yanna by accident in a store. He’d do it on purpose.
Jay waved a hand in response as Yanna trailed behind him. Everyone chimed in their byes as the two of them went out the door.
“Bye guys, bye Dad.” Yanna waved to Hosuh, closing the door behind them, then promptly kneeling down to the ground in the middle of the hallway and burying her face in her hands.
She very much ignored Ann’s “AW” from inside.
Jay was laughing as Yanna sighed loudly, getting up from the ground and stalking down the hall.
“You didn’t hear anything!”
“You sure about that?” Jay scrambled to catch up to Yanna as she speed walked away from him. “-because I could have sworn you said-” He started laughing again.
“Nope!” Yanna threw her hands up, breaking out into a sprint and leaving Jay in the dust.
+1
Listen, Hosuh’s noticed. He’s very much noticed the moments where Yanna apparently thinks of him as a fatherly figure.
How could he not, Yanna sometimes even calls him Dad and doesn’t even seem to notice herself unless he makes an obvious reaction.
Should he be flattered about this? How does one even react to this sort of thing? Should he start going “hello, daughter.”???
He’s not that old! How has he become the fatherly figure? Although, then again, who else would be the fatherly figure? Jay?
Yeah, no.
Moving on from the inner crisis that is “Wait, am I ready to be a dad??!!” Hosuh got a call earlier from work.
It was Yanna, which wouldn’t be so concerning, because Yanna should be home, doing Yanna things.
Emphasis on should .
“Heyyy, Hosuh?” Yanna immediately started off the call wary.
“What did you do?” Hosuh asked, already getting out of work and walking down the street.
“Nothing!”
Hosuh let the silence hang for a moment.
“Okay, so I broke a window.” Yanna said.
“You what?!”
“At a store, at a store, not the apartment!” Yanna reassured him.
“How does that make it any better?!”
Yanna held back a laugh, adjusting her glasses. “Yeah, so, I’m kinda in trouble, and they’re asking me to call my parents soooo-”
Hosuh sighed, smiling and shaking his head. “Okay, where are you.”
Yanna gave the location and Hosuh ended the call, making his way through the streets over to a small coffee shop, where there was indeed a severely cracked window by the front of the shop.
Yanna was sitting by the corner, looking bored as the owner yelled at her, waving their hands around.
Hosuh walked into the store, putting on a pleasant smile.
“Uhm, excuse me? I’m here for my daughter?” The owner stopped, turning to Hosuh. “She apparently broke a window .” Hosuh said, looking over the owner’s shoulder to Yanna, who raised her hands as if she was innocent. Hosuh squinted at her.
He sorted things out, apologizing and paying for the costs and also making Yanna apologize, giving her a stern look when she didn’t right away.
The owner also banned Yanna, which she didn’t seem so upset about as Hosuh led her to the door.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’ll be sure to take care of it, thank you.” Hosuh said, going out the door with Yanna.
They both went down the street, walking side by side.
“So.” Yanna started.
“How did you even break the window?” Hoshu asked, looking to Yanna.
Yanna shrugged in response.
Hosuh decided to not ask. “Alright, sure.” It was silent for a moment, then- “You’re grounded, by the way.”
“What?!” Yanna almost stopped walking.
Hosuh hummed, nodding.
“But-”
“No.”
“Why?!”
“You broke. A window.” Hosuh said deadpan, looking confused. He held a hand out. “Phone.”
“ Hosuh- ”
“Phone.” Hosuh kept his hand out.
“Come on-” Yanna pleaded.
“I don’t see a phone.” Hosuh grinned, Yanna rolling her eyes and eventually handing over said phone, Hosuh putting it in his pocket and continuing walking.
When they got to the apartment, Yanna made a bee line to her room, huffing.
“I’ll tell you when dinner is ready!” Hosuh called out, smiling.
“Whatever, dad!” Yanna responded, going through her room.
She hid a second phone in her room weeks ago, she’s ahead of the system.
-end-