(𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) your mom has been dating damiano david since you were five, you’re now thirteen. to you, he looked like everything but a father; body with tattoos, he used eyeliner, he had a band… but he was patient, present, loving. and with time, he showed you how a true father figure behaves like, he never tried to replace your biological dad but he showed up like someone who wanted to be your dad.

over the years, you’ve called him damiano, or d. but secretly, in your mind and heart, he’s always been dad. you want him to be.

so you plan it. you ask your mom, she cried, you ignored it and started your little plan. you made dinner for you two, the pasta he taught you to cook, and you prepared an album– full of pictures of you two, from the day you mom introduced you to now. “this is what a father look like” you wrote between them. and at the end, in a folder, a handwritten letter and some papers– adoption papers and you wrote “i know you never asked me to. but i want to ask you… will you be my dad for real?”

you stare at him, fidgeting the whole time as he checks the whole thing. when he gets to the end, he freezes and you swear you see a single tear escaping his eye.