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HOW DOES TOJI REACT TO READER DOING THE "So Far So Fake" TREND IN TIKTOK? HIHIHIHI <33333

HAAAIIIII 😛😛😛!! okay so lowkey i didn’t even know that was a trend but i looked it up and hopefully i got the right idea lol! this is the tiktok i found! send more reqs lol

there's a few ways i think this particular scenario would go down.

toji pretending not to care (but he totally does)

you set up your phone, set the timer and you started rolling your hips, slowly and seductively. you expected toji to either tease you or shut it down but he doesn't.

instead, he glances up at you from his spot on the couch where he's manspreading and takes in the sight of you dancing. you could feel his eyes on you.

but he just goes back to scrolling on his phone. not a smirk, not even a raised brow.

when you finished dancing, you huffed. "nothing to say?"

he still doesn't look up. "you're in my way. turn around and move your ass to the left"

you do it, muttering under your breath, only to notice the slight tilt of his phone, his camera pointing right at you.

"are you recording me?"

"maybe," he says, still not looking up. "finish it. 'm gonna watch later."

"and don't post that shit either."

toji fully encouraging you (assuming toji's old ahh knows how to use tiktok)

from the second you started, toji has been leaning on the doorframe behind you, watching you like you're his favorite show. you were moving your hips in the most seductive way you could, hands lightly tracing your body.

you don't notice he's there until two large hands grip your waist from behind. you yelped, scared at the contact. toji spoke low in your ear. "damn, ma," he started, "you better put your back into it."

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at your lips. he kissed your cheek and then walked over to where your phone was recording. he shifted the camera to get a better angle of your ass.

he stood by your phone, restarting the sound. "do it again," he says, grinning low and wide, his infamous smirk showing. "slower this time."

you thought the second take would be the last but... no. toji made you do 7 more takes. when you're done, you're a bit breathless. you held out your hand for your phone.

he tucks it in his pocket. "toji, give it back" you whined.

"nah baby, need 'em for later."

toji instant shut down

you set the timer for your video, backing far enough away that the video captured your entire body.

once the timer reached zero, you barely made it through the first roll of your hips when a large hand gripped your waist.

"what the hell are you doing?"

"filming," you answer, shooing him away.

you went back to your dance. you blinked and then you were over his shoulder. "yeah? film this."

you squealed. "toji! put me down!" you smacked his back as hard as you could, your voice half-out rage, half-laugh.

"nope." he's already walking towards the bedroom, each step jostling you.

he tosses you on the bed, yanking you by your ankles down to him. "toji, let go of me!" you giggled.

he kissed you a few times before yanking his shirt off. "you wanna dance?"

"you can dance for me." a dangerous glint in his eye.

guys i love getting requests, this is so fun! send more 😛

[leopardvee]

me trying to write smut knowing damn well I’ve never done anything

“he put his blank in her blank and then they blanked”

[leopardvee]

i really love the way u write toji!! Id love if u can make a dad toji x mom reader smut+fluff drabble or fic (idk what its called im new to this fanfiction stuff😓)

lmfao me too, idk what half of these terms mean! but yesssss, just wrote it up! very sweet, funny, sexy, all in one!! thanks for your request, I had fun writing it. this piece is on the longer side, about 7.3k words but worth reading! mdni!!!

today could not get any worse.

the morning started like a train wreck. when you went to drop off megumi, he clung to your neck, his legs locked around your waist. normally megumi does well at drop off. sometimes he’ll linger, not sure if he wants to go in, but he always does — except for today. you weren’t sure what to do.

you’d gotten a new job recently after being on a very extended maternity leave, waiting to resume working until megumi pre-school age. you were an office assistant for a law firm, easy hours, easy work.

megumi was crying, his body wracked with each sob. megumi had a death grip on you and his teachers look worried.

you rubbed his back trying to console him. he cried more into your shirt, his little hands fisted in your shirt. “mom, please don’t go”. his little voice cracked, breaking your heart. you squeezed him tighter and he squeezed you even tighter, even though you thought it was impossible.

you let him cry some more before walking back to his teacher. you whispered, “you’re going to have to take him from me”, hoping megumi wouldn’t hear. when his teacher put her hands on his waist to gently tug him off, megumi cried even harder. your own tears pricked your eyes. you tried to soothe megumi, but he would not let you go.

you held him up to face you, his eyes red and his eyebrows furrowed. “you have to go to school, gumi. you’re gonna have so much fun” you smiled gently at him. when he finally released his death grip on you, you set him down. his bottom lip was quivering and you heart couldn’t stand the sight.

you apologized to his teacher. you bent down to press a kiss to his cheek, hearing megumi’s tiny sniffles.

on the way back to your car, a few tears spilled. you wiped them away quickly. from your car, you could see megumi’s head hanging low. when you sat in you seat, you threw your head back against the headrest, feeling already defeated.

the rest of the drive to work felt heavy. you drove in silence. your chest ached with every mental replay of your son’s tear-stained face.

you’d barely made it through the lobby of your office building before your boss stopped you. “need those files from last week’s case. on my desk in ten.” no ‘good morning’, just orders. you pressed your lips together, inhaled, and exhaled, and just prayed that today would turn out okay.

it didn’t. the day only spiraled from there. phones ringing off the hook, a printer jam you couldn’t fix, and a partner who decided you should handle rescheduling all their meetings. you were used to the fast paced, hustle and bustle of the office but today, it took a toll on you. by the time your lunch rolled around, you were still hunched over your desk, fielding another call. your hand was pressed hard into your temple, a splitting headache growing behind your eyes.

a few hours later when you were set to leave, you felt yourself smile a bit, knowing you were going to see your little one again. a fleeting feeling. as soon as your shut your laptop, your boss dropped a thick stack of contracts onto your desk. “these need to go out. tonight”. he gritted his teeth at the last word, and all hope you had drained from your mind.

tears filled your eyes. you couldn’t choke back these tears. you grabbed your phone and headed to the nearest bathroom. you locked yourself in a stall and called toji.

he picked up after one ring.

“hey, baby.” his voice is low. warm. the kind of voice that always made your shoulders drop without meaning to. you swallow hard, your throat tight, voice small. “hey…are you busy?”

“just at home.”

he noticed how quiet you were. “what’s wrong?”

you let out a shaky breath, a tear escaping your eye at his question. “i— i just needed to hear you. it’s been…a lot today.” you could feel yourself starting to ramble and toji let you. “gumi was so upset with me this morning for leaving and my boss dumped all this extra work on me which usually isn’t a problem, but i wanted to pick megumi up and i don’t think i can.” you were crying at this point, just utterly overwhelmed. your voice wobbled. “can you grab him for me?”

there’s a pause on toji’s end, almost like he was choosing his words carefully. in his mind he debated killing your boss.

“want me to come get you?”

“no”, you murmur, rubbing your forehead. “i’ll be fine, just needed a second.”

he hums, low and thoughtful. “alright. i’ll grab megumi. you just finish up.”

you felt a bit lighter, even though you’re emotionally exhausted. “thank you, ji”

“you just come home to me, yeah?”

a soft smile tugs at your lips. “yeah”

the sun set in the empty office, your lone shadow casted over the floors and walls. you were almost done, just a few more papers to file.

when you finally stood, you felt drained. your body ached and your head pounded.

by the time you finally left the office, the streets were quiet, bathed in a light glow of streetlights. you trudged to your car, each step heavier than the last. even the thought of dinner was exhausting and you hadn’t had lunch.

the drive home blurred together, headlights and taillights streaking past your vision. you parked in front of your house, pausing for a moment, trying to summon the energy to move.

when you finally stepped inside, you were met with the faint scent of something warm and clean. you hoped to see megumi when you came home, so when the house was quiet, you felt a pang of sadness. you didn’t see toji either. you kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag.

the living room lights were dim, the house quiet except for the low hum of running water. you called out softly, “ji?”

“back here,” his voice called from down the hall.

you followed his voice into your bedroom. your bathroom was candlelit, the smell of your soap wafted through the air. when you walked into the bathroom, toji was sitting on the edge of the tub, his sleeves pushed up, still watching the water rise. you couldn’t see his face but you could hear the half-smile in his voice. “rough day, huh?”

you bit the inside of your cheek to stop a fresh wave of tears from dropping.

“you didn’t have to—“

“yeah,” he cut you off gently, “i did.” toji stood, facing you.

he waved you over, a gentle look in his eyes. when you met him, he laid his hands on both sides of your neck, his thumbs gently rubbing your face. he kisses you softly once. and then twice. three times. you felt warmth bloom over your chest, finally in the arms of the man that you love.

breaking the kiss, he peeled off your coat and started unbuttoning your blouse. you felt super shy all of a sudden.

“i can undress myself, you know.”

he smirked as he popped off the last button. “i know. but i wanna.” and so he did. you tried to ignore the burning in your face as you watched how his eyes took in your frame and your body. no matter what, toji always looked at you with love and adoration.

when you were fully bare, toji looked you up and down, licking his lips, a low chuckle escaping his lips. your face felt hot. “close your eyes. right now.” you covered your more intimate areas, eyeing toji suspiciously. “nothing I haven’t seen before princess.”

“tojjjiiiiii” you whined. he sighed loudly before covering his eyes with his hands. he was peeking through his fingers but you couldn’t tell.

you stepped into the water, the warmth relaxing your muscles. you sunk all the way in, the steam curling up around your head, bubbles sticking to your figure. “can I look now?”

you giggled and he turned around. he sat himself on the edge of the tub. he threaded his fingers through your hair, massaging slow circles into your scalp. you closed your eyes, the tension in your body melting away. you leaned into his touch.

“that feel good?” he asked softly, a tone he reserved for you when you were upset. his thumbs traced your temple. you melted into his touch some more.

toji’s hands drifted toward down, rubbing your shoulders. “megumi said he was sad this morning because he didn’t think you’d come back” toji said quietly.

you opened your eyes, looking at toji. your mouth was turned up into a frown. “i told him that you were gonna come back but when you didn’t pick him, i think he just felt sad”

you titled your head back against the tub, tears pricking your eyes again.

“hey, hey don’t start crying again. he’s fine baby, I got him, okay?” toji said worriedly. his hand slides from your shoulder to cup your jaw.

“I just hate that he thought I wasn’t coming back” you admitted. a few tears rolled down your cheeks, toji swiping them away with his thumb.

“he knows better now. i told him you’re always gonna come back.”

“still, i just— i should’ve been there.” toji rubbed soothing circles into your cheek.

“and i told him that too. sometimes you can’t be there at three o’clock. doesn’t mean you’re gone.” he leaned down, his voice going softer. “means you’re workin’ hard for him. for me. for you. for us.”

another tear spilled and toji swiped his thumb under your eye, wiping you tear away.

“you do too much for everybody else. let me do somethin’ for you tonight.”

he leaned down and kissed you. “you’re strong, yeah?

you blushed a bit. “i don’t feel strong all the time”, you pouted. and you meant what you said. it’s hard being a mother and working, you love what you do but you won’t lie about being exhausted all the time.

“well you are. don’t try and argue with me right now.” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling but failed.

you sank a bit deeper into the water. toji stood up and your eyes shot up as he rose. he could sense your worry. “i’ll be right be, okay?”

you nodded your head and closed your eyes, letting the warm water wash away your tears and fatigue.

toji had put a towel in the dryer so it could be warm when you were done. he wanted to give you some time to yourself to rest.

when the towel was done awhile later, toji returned to your bedroom. when he reached the threshold of the bathroom door, he saw your eyes were closed. he slouched against the door, watching you with a small smile on his face. he sat there for a few minutes, unbeknownst to you.

when he shifted on his feet, he made the tiniest noise but it was enough to make you open an eye. you saw him against the doorframe, a smirk stretched across his lips. you raised an eyebrow on him, “you’re staring…”

“can’t help it. you’re so damn beautiful.” he lifted himself of the doorframe and walked over to you. he tossed the towel on the end of the tub. his eyes dragged over your face, down your neck, and lingering just below the waterline.

your face flushed at his comment and scratched at your forehead trying to cover your face. “toji, stop” you didn’t meet his eyes despite his intense gaze on you.

standing near you, he bent over at the waist and caged you in with his arms on either edge of the tub. he leaned down and kissed the shell of your ear and then behind it. you shivered under his touch. he whispered in your ear, “you’re so perfect”. he kissed a trail of kisses from your cheek to your lips. “i’ve been waiting for you all day.” his voice was thick and laced with promise.

you glance up, heart pounding, his lips only a whisper apart. “can i show you how much? you gonna let me take care of you?”

you felt yourself throb beneath the water at his request. he always had a way or disarming you with words. you couldn’t deny him what he wanted. your lips parted slightly and you nodded, eyes flickering down to his lips.

he closed the small distance between you two, kissing you gently at first. when you responded with a hungrier kiss, he grabbed your face, slotting his lips against yours. he kissed you passionately, like it was the last time he’d ever do it, and it made you weak…and wet.

toji slid his hands under you arms lifting you out of the bath, water splashing on the floor, but he never broke the kiss. he set you down on the ground, and pulled you in by your waist. his clothes had a faint, wet outline of your body.

you broke the kiss, panting. “toji, i’m still wet.” he never broke his movements, kissing your face, down to your neck and back up to your face. “yeah, me too” he didn’t hear a word you said. you loved when he got like this; laser focused on you, his hands roaming mindlessly. he kissed you again.

he pushed your body back towards the bathroom counter, heavy hands on your hips. you placed your hands on his upper arms trying to steady yourself as he moved you. he kissed you deeper, hungrier. his tongue slid across your bottom lip before pressing its way between your lips. you whimpered at his touch.

he ran his hands over your ass to your thighs, picking you up and placing you on the counter gently. you winced at the coldness of the counter on your body.

toji stood between your legs. you grabbed toji’s face, kissing him hard again. toji rested his hands on your thighs, squeezing every few seconds.

toji’s hands found the backs of your knees, warm and heavy, fingers splayed, claiming every inch of you.

his mouth left yours for a second, long enough for him to mutter, “lay back for me, baby.” you eyed him, mouth opened just slightly, and shimmied your hips down on the counter. he walked backwards taking in your full frame. you kept your legs closed, ankles crossed. you rested on your elbows, still looking at toji.

“you’re so beautiful like this. so perfect for me.” toji licked his bottom lip. your breathing picked up in anticipation and your cheeks flushed at toji’s praise. you clenched around nothing, your arousal collecting around your slit.

he knelt down where your ankles rested. with one hand, he kneaded the flesh of your calf and kissed both sides of your ankles, nipping occasionally. the warmth of where toji kissed bloomed over your skin. he kissed up your legs, tugging your ankles apart. you uncrossed your legs, your sex glistening in the flicker of the candlelight.

“you have no idea what you do to me.” toji’s eyes glistened as he stared up at you. he raked his nails over you thighs. your breathing picked up, your chest rising and falling faster. “toji, please.”

“let me take care of you. wanna make you forget about everything”. you arched your back, pushing yourself closer to his mouth.

toji wrapped his arms underneath your legs, anchoring you to him and the counter. you weren’t going anywhere until he was done with you. your calves rested over toji’s broad shoulders.

toji was face to face with your aching cunt, watching you clench and release around nothing. toji pressed a warm kiss to the inside of your thigh. he was teasing you. you whined his name, pouting, using your legs to bring him closer.

toji chuckled darkly. a man with a plan is dangerous. toji is dangerous.

he licked a long and slow stripe from the bottom of your cunt to your clit, his tongue flat against you. he groaned loudly — and happily. you bit your lip and moaned at his contact. you dug your heels into his back.

“you drive me crazy, y/n”, toji kissed your clit, a small jolt making your shoulders and stomach tense. you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. toji groaned against your hole, the vibrations going straight to your core.

he kissed your clit again and he dived in, licking and sucking like a man starved. his grip on your thighs was bruising. the breath from his nose made you shudder. the coldness of the counter sent goosebumps throughout your entire body.

toji’s hand was spread on your stomach, his thumb pressing small and hard circles into your clit. he tongue was flicking over your hole, short licks making your body squirm underneath him. “toji, you feel so— ngh, good” your hips bucked against his face. you could feel it building, a fire starting deep inside. with every flick of his tongue sent rippling through your core.

he moved to your clit, sucking it hard while a calloused finger teased your entrance. he pressed in slightly and then removed his finger, taunting you in a way — making you how toji wanted you. needy.

every time his finger barely pressed into you, your back arched more, you breathing stopped a little quicker.

using his grip on your legs, toji spread you out further. he spat into your pulsating hole, his finger smearing the excess across your folds. “you’re so good to me.” he said breathlessly. he kissed your clit again, making you whine. you sat up so you could look at toji between your legs.

he wasn’t looking at you when he spoke. “you want me?” he asked. he wasn’t teasing you. he needed to hear it.

you fingers were still tangled in his hair. you pulled his hair to get him to look at you, earning a low groan from him.

toji’s gaze caught yours mid-breath and your stomach flipped. wide, dark, and almost boyish in their softness, his eyes didn’t match the rest of him, his attitude, his body, his ways, but the way he looked at you held you in place more than toji could ever imagine to do physically.

toji only looked at you like this when you needed it. when you needed to be reminded that the world should fall at your feet, when the day dragged you under and he decided that he’d be the one to pull you back up. it was a raw, unguarded version of toji only you could have.

“tell me you need me.” he sighed breathlessly.

“toji, i need you.” he closed his eyes for a second before he started back again.

he backed his face away from you. a calloused finger poked at your entrance. when he pushed in, you felt genuinely relieved. you didn’t have to wait anymore and you knew he was going to work your stress out of you. you moaned his name, still with a hard grip in his hair.

when his finger disappeared into you, his mouth was back on your clit. he worked his finger in and out of you a few times, your slick coating his finger. he rotated between licking and sucking your sensitive bud. you moaned his name, your breathing shallow, “i missed you, hah, so much”

you could feel him smirk against you, glad his plan worked. he added a second finger, curling them. heat pooled low in your stomach, warm and heavy. you clenched around his fingers, his pace controlled despite his hunger for you. you threw your head back, eyes shut tight, your muscles tensing and you grew closer and closer to finishing.

when toji backed away for a second, your eyes flew open. you could see his face was shiny, your arousal smeared over his chin, mouth, and his nose. his fingers plunged in and out of you, the squelching of your cunt filled the bathroom. the hand that was on you thigh, made its way to your waist. toji’s grip on you would leave a mark tomorrow.

it was when toji started scissoring his fingers inside you, you really felt your lower stomach tightening. you tried shifting away, your heels pressing into his back, your legs trembling. the feeling felt like it would swallow you whole.

your breath came out in ragged gasps, your chest heaving. “toji, can’t, s’too much” you whimpered, your voice was breaking.

toji’s grip on you turned his knuckles white, he was holding you steady. his voice was low and rough and urgent, but still soft like you might break in his grip. “shh don’t fight me baby, i got you”.

the crown of your head rested on the mirror, your hair sticking to your forehead and neck. your back was arched, your thighs tightening around toji’s head. “toji, please…i—”

both of his hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open enough for toji to have you. “you’re mine.” in between licks, toji whispered praises to you.

“you’re such a good mom”

“you’re so strong f’me and him”

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

you felt tears pricking your eyes again, not out of sadness this time, but you were overwhelmed by the contrast of what toji was saying and what he was doing to you.

you mewled, loudly. your eyes screwed shut as waves rolled through you, warm and all-consuming.

toji was just using his tongue now. he broke through your aching entrance. you wrapped your hand around your chin, biting your finger to keep quiet. toji’s tongue was warm inside of you, a different, a better feeling than just his feelings.

when he looked at you, he saw you biting your finger, eyes shut in bliss. he wrapped a strong hand around you wrist, bringing your hand back to him. he put your hand in his hair like he wanted you to pull. he loved when you rough with him.

toji was relentless in his pace, knowing you were close by the way you were clenching around his tongue. you gripped his hair hard, like it was the only thing that would ground you.

“oh— oh, god” your body arched without thought, pressing yourself against toji, every nerve ending alive and screaming. every squeeze of your skin, every press of his mouth, burned you up more.

“god’s not here, princess, just me.”

you want to respond to his sarcasm but you can’t. not now. “‘m so close” you cried out.

your voice catches, a strangled moan leaves you as toji’s tongue plunges deeper and deeper into you. suddenly you felt the warmth in your stomach shatter into a wave of pleasure so sharp it feels like you’re on fire. your back arches even more, your hips grinding down onto his face, chasing your high.

a slew of curses and his names fell from your lips. you slouched against the mirror, eyes closed, body twitching periodically and you came down from your high.

toji stood up and grinned at you like he didn’t just do the worst (and best) thing to you. when you looked at him, you felt your face burn with shame.

“toji, your face” you whimpered. he looked in the mirror behind you.

“what about it?”

“so messy” you whined. you reached your hand out to wipe his face. “leave it, like it this way” he smirked at you.

“you’re so annoying”. toji went to speak but your stomach growled loud.

you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

“you hungry?” toji asked, a low chuckle escaping from him.

“are you?” you never liked eating alone.

“nah, just ate actually” he said teasing you.

“i think i hate you”

toji picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. “i’ll go get you something.”

and for the rest of the night, you stayed in toji’s grasp, not even remembering what had upset you before.

———

the next morning, you woke to soft sunlight dancing across your room. toji was already awake, just admiring you.

“morning” his voice was hoarse from sleep. you hummed at him. your hand was thrown over his waist and the other resting beneath your head.

“you feeling better?” he asked softly.

“mhm, thanks for last night” you laughed.

“oh anytime. and i mean that” he said to you. you rolled your eyes hard at him.

you both heard the doorknob of your bedroom door turn. you knew it was your son. he was still so tiny and couldn’t reach any door handle in the house on his own, but that didn’t stop him from finding way to do it anyway.

the door opened and you couldn’t see megumi enter from your side of the bed. his tiny voice spoke to toji.

“dad, is mommy there?” he asked so sweetly.

“i don’t know kid, come see for yourself.”

megumi crawled up and into the bed and over toji. when he spotted you, his eyes lit up and he crawled over to you, kicking toji a few times in the process.

“mommy!”

you stretched your arms out to him and he plopped down on top of you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “don’t worry gumi, i’m here.” you felt megumi sigh into your neck, content.

“i guess i’m not the favorite parent”

okayyy what do we think!! it’s a bit angsty but i just love soft toji

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[leopardvee]

the golden light of the morning streamed softly through the curtains, painting lazy patterns across the rumpled sheets.

you lay half-asleep, still caught in the haze between dreams and waking. toji’s voice, low and rough, cut through the quiet.

“c’mere baby.”

you felt the bed dip and shift as he sat up against the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling slowly.

you rolled over, eyes finally adjusting to the light. toji’s dark eyes met yours, his gaze pulling you out of your sleep.

one of toji’s hands carded through your hair, massaging your scalp, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“i said come here”, toji said softly. you pushed yourself up onto your hands, crawling to toji, and eventually settling in his lap.

his hands dragged slowly to your hips, holding you steady but gently, fingers tracing slow circles that sent little sparks of warmth through your skin.

“toji”, you whined, “i’m still tired.” you rested your head on the space between his bare chest and neck, your arms folded against your body.

“good. means you’re all mine right now.” his voice was low and husky, every word was a promise. one hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek softly before his fingers tangled into your hair. his other hand still gently resting against your hip, lightly keeping you flushed to him.

toji tugged your hair gently, enough to let a small whimper out. he leaned in close, lips just brushing your ear.

“you feel so good against me,” he whispered, voice thick with want. “so warm.”

your breath hitched. he moved his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to expose your throat. his lips pressed there, feather-light kisses trailing slow, teasing paths that made your skin prickle. the smell of his cologne lingered in the air, the familiar scent felt like home.

you giggled softly at toji’s touch. “you’re tickling me, ji.”

you ran your nails up and down the parts of his arms and shoulders you could reach. goosebumps raised the hairs on toji’s skin.

he trailed kisses up your neck and to your cheek, stopping just before your lips. “you’re so pretty baby”. his mouth found yours in a slow, deep kiss, both of your tongues tracing lazy patterns against each other. his mouth was warm against yours, a faint taste of bourbon from last night still present. he sucked your bottom lip for just a second, drawing a whimper from you.

his hands roamed down your back, fingers pressing into the curves of your waist, then lower, sliding beneath your shirt. goosebumps rose as his touch tried memorizing you. sliding down to your waist, toji tugged your shirt upwards. you lifted your arms to help him take your shirt off. “you make it so easy for me, been thinking about this a long time” he said slowly.

“you gonna be a good girl f’me this morning?” he asked, voice dripping with honey.

you wrapped your arms around his broad back and shoulders, kissing up and down his jaw, your hips grinding against his slightly. you could feel him hard beneath you. “i’m always good”, you joked, smiling against his lips. you pressed another soft kiss to his lips.

he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down your body, helping you take them off. you matched his movements, pulling his boxers down, far enough to let his cock spring free. he was harder than before. you grew needy at the anticipation of what was bound to happen.

toji shifted down against the headboard until he could comfortably keep you positioned above him. he kissed you again, deeper but needier now.

your knees rested on either side of toji’s body, both your hands keeping you up, resting by his head. he gave you the boyish smile you’d grown to love as he rubbed his hands up and down your waist.

one arm wrapped around your waist and the other of his hand fisted his length, swiping his tip through your folds. you rocked your hips back searching for more of his touch.

“tell me you want this”, toji said darkly.

“i want you”, you breathed out, voice thick with need.

he placed his tip at your entrance, his hands returning to your hips. he helped you sink down slowly. your eyebrows knit together as the delicious burn rippled throughout your body.

you were getting whinier by the second, forcing your hips down a little harder. toji spoke softly to you. “no rush mama, we got all morning.”

you shivered at his tone, letting him lead you. once he bottomed out inside of you, you gently rocked your hips against him, your clit rubbing hardly on his pelvis.

you rested your head against his chest, back arched, your arms pressed into his sides. toji rubbed your back with one hand and then other combed through your hair. “so good to me baby.”

even as slowly as you were moving, the coil in your stomach tightened as the friction of your bud against toji grew. you whined against his chest, moving just a bit faster. you arched your back just a bit more, toji’s tip now flushed with your cervix.

with each drag of your dips, toji’s slit rubbed against your insides. you could feel him twitching inside of you, his breathing shallower than before. he held you tighter now, making you hips flush tighter to his.

you pressed your forehead into toji’s chest. “so close” you whispered. toji’s hands moved from your waist to your ass, gripping it for leverage. he held you down against him, stilling your body and thrusting shallowly.

your breathing and his synced. “fuck baby, you’re so warm inside.” you could feel vibrations in toji’s chest; low moans escaping his lips. you bit your lip as you felt toji and yourself growing closer to your orgasms.

with one hard, swift thrust, your body stilled and a soft moan left your mouth and toji groaned quietly. your body shook just slightly from finishing. his cum painted your walls, a bit leaking out from inside you.

toji’s arms laid flat out beside him. you stretched your arms out on top of his, coming down from your high.

“lemme just stay in, okay?”

you nodded, tired again. toji whispered to you, “i love you”. words he didn’t say often.

you hummed happily, sleepily drawing circles on toji’s arms.

[leopardvee]

too small toji

pairing: toji x girlfriend reader

this weekend, it was toji’s turn to do laundry and yours to do trash and dishes. your home was quiet, both of you silently doing your own tasks, just enjoying the comfortable silence that settled over your home.

you were in the kitchen rinsing off dishes and toji in the laundry room. he took the clothes out of the dryer, put them in the basket and walked to your shared bedroom. dumping all the clothes on the bed, he got to folding clothes, hanging them in the closet until he came across your hoodie, visibly smaller than it was when he started laundry.

“damn… i messed up” he whispered to himself. he really wasn’t the greatest at doing these things. his body was trained for fighting, not household tasks, but he tried for you. he hated messing up though. you never made him feel bad, usually just laughing it off and showing him how to do it, but he always worried that you’d get annoyed or upset with him eventually.

he thought of a million ways he could get your hoodie back to its original state.

his first attempt involved hanging your hoodie on the doorframe by the hood and yanking it down as hard as he could. it seemed like it was working until he yanked too hard and his hands hit the door knob, a loud bang along with it.

you popped your head up from what you were doing. “toji…? are you okay?” you called out.

“yup. no worries.”

actually, no, there were many worries. his potential broken finger and the fact that your hoodie could probably fit snugly on a dog.

toji whipped out his phone to look up some more options. the most popular result was to use steam to stretch it out. he headed to the bathroom, turning your shower on to its hottest setting, steam already billowing out the top. he hooked your hoodie over the shower door and sat for 15 minutes, tugging slightly every few minutes.

you heard the shower running and were confused. first a loud bang, now the shower? you didn’t have much left to do so you decided to finish up and see what was up with him.

when the shower option didn’t work, toji started spiraling just a bit. he felt really guilty about your hoodie. it was your favorite one and basically the only you wore. another screw up, he was sure you’d be upset about that.

toji swiped his hand over his face, stressed.

well, there’s only one more thing he could do.

he tugged your shrunken hoodie over his head and stuck his arms through. “goddamn! what the hell?!” it was so tight.

his shoulders were hunched, his arms straight out at both sides, the threads of your hoodie threatening to snap. his eyes went wide and he realized the situation he got himself into.

fuck.

it was hard to breathe and he couldn’t really get it off. he hung his head low in defeat, when he heard your quiet voice behind him.

“hey there…whatcha doing?” you asked softly, a playful glint in your eyes.

he was startled despite your soft tone. “uh…nothin’. just doing a quality check. y’knowmakesureitfitsorwhatever” he was really struggling to breathe.

“really? it looks like it shrunk in the wash” you said, eyebrows raised. it was hard to take him seriously when your hoodie was a crop top on him, his abs poking out the bottom. you could tell he wasn’t really breathing all the way.

he sighed, sounding really guilty. he turned to you, “i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to mess it up. when i took it out, it was tiny.” he blushed deeply.

you let him stew a bit longer in his guilt. he was so adorable like this. the strands of his dark hair covering his eyes just slightly.

“toji! it’s okay! it really isn’t a big deal. they sell those everywhere, i can just get a new one!”

he looked at you with raised eyebrows, unsure of why you weren’t upset with him. you never were upset with him and he knew that, he just always expected it.

“breathe baby, it’s really okay”. toji let out a breath like he hadn’t breathed in a while. when he relaxed his shoulders, the loudest rrrriiiiiiipppppp echoed across the room.

your jaw dropped and toji winced. “okay so, never putting you on laundry duty again” you giggled.

“maybe just hire a maid”.

a bit shorter than what I normally write but I hope u like it 🥸

reblogs, comments, likes appreciated 🖤

[leopardvee]

too small toji

pairing: toji x girlfriend reader

this weekend, it was toji’s turn to do laundry and yours to do trash and dishes. your home was quiet, both of you silently doing your own tasks, just enjoying the comfortable silence that settled over your home.

you were in the kitchen rinsing off dishes and toji in the laundry room. he took the clothes out of the dryer, put them in the basket and walked to your shared bedroom. dumping all the clothes on the bed, he got to folding clothes, hanging them in the closet until he came across your hoodie, visibly smaller than it was when he started laundry.

“damn… i messed up” he whispered to himself. he really wasn’t the greatest at doing these things. his body was trained for fighting, not household tasks, but he tried for you. he hated messing up though. you never made him feel bad, usually just laughing it off and showing him how to do it, but he always worried that you’d get annoyed or upset with him eventually.

he thought of a million ways he could get your hoodie back to its original state.

his first attempt involved hanging your hoodie on the doorframe by the hood and yanking it down as hard as he could. it seemed like it was working until he yanked too hard and his hands hit the door knob, a loud bang along with it.

you popped your head up from what you were doing. “toji…? are you okay?” you called out.

“yup. no worries.”

actually, no, there were many worries. his potential broken finger and the fact that your hoodie could probably fit snugly on a dog.

toji whipped out his phone to look up some more options. the most popular result was to use steam to stretch it out. he headed to the bathroom, turning your shower on to its hottest setting, steam already billowing out the top. he hooked your hoodie over the shower door and sat for 15 minutes, tugging slightly every few minutes.

you heard the shower running and were confused. first a loud bang, now the shower? you didn’t have much left to do so you decided to finish up and see what was up with him.

when the shower option didn’t work, toji started spiraling just a bit. he felt really guilty about your hoodie. it was your favorite one and basically the only you wore. another screw up, he was sure you’d be upset about that.

toji swiped his hand over his face, stressed.

well, there’s only one more thing he could do.

he tugged your shrunken hoodie over his head and stuck his arms through. “goddamn! what the hell?!” it was so tight.

his shoulders were hunched, his arms straight out at both sides, the threads of your hoodie threatening to snap. his eyes went wide and he realized the situation he got himself into.

fuck.

it was hard to breathe and he couldn’t really get it off. he hung his head low in defeat, when he heard your quiet voice behind him.

“hey there…whatcha doing?” you asked softly, a playful glint in your eyes.

he was startled despite your soft tone. “uh…nothin’. just doing a quality check. y’knowmakesureitfitsorwhatever” he was really struggling to breathe.

“really? it looks like it shrunk in the wash” you said, eyebrows raised. it was hard to take him seriously when your hoodie was a crop top on him, his abs poking out the bottom. you could tell he wasn’t really breathing all the way.

he sighed, sounding really guilty. he turned to you, “i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to mess it up. when i took it out, it was tiny.” he blushed deeply.

you let him stew a bit longer in his guilt. he was so adorable like this. the strands of his dark hair covering his eyes just slightly.

“toji! it’s okay! it really isn’t a big deal. they sell those everywhere, i can just get a new one!”

he looked at you with raised eyebrows, unsure of why you weren’t upset with him. you never were upset with him and he knew that, he just always expected it.

“breathe baby, it’s really okay”. toji let out a breath like he hadn’t breathed in a while. when he relaxed his shoulders, the loudest rrrriiiiiiipppppp echoed across the room.

your jaw dropped and toji winced. “okay so, never putting you on laundry duty again” you giggled.

“maybe just hire a maid”.

a bit shorter than what I normally write but I hope u like it 🥸

reblogs, comments, likes appreciated 🖤

[leopardvee]

toji's first (and last parent teacher conference)

pairing: dad!toji fushiguro x mom!reader x megumi

about 2.3k words

"please schedule a meeting as soon as possible"

you frowned, rereading the message megumi's teacher wrote on his report card. no notes, no issues with academics, nothing behavior related. nothing was out of the ordinary. megumi always got straight a's, and this time was no different. how hard could 3rd grade be?

you quickly set the appointment for...tomorrow. you thought you'd have at least a couple days before so you could figure out what was wrong. you didn't have that luxury.

when toji got home at night, you were dreading telling him about the conference; you know he wouldn’t want to go. toji kicked off his boots, threw his bag down harder than he needed to and with heavy footsteps, walked past you to the fridge for a beer.

he cracked it open, took a big swig, and looked at you impatiently. you had a look in your eyes that said you had to say something but didn’t want to. he raised an eyebrow at you. "we have to go to megs' school tomorrow. we have a parent teacher conference". you threw air quotes around parent teacher conference; i mean, what could megumi do wrong?

"fuck is that?" toji spit. megumi looked up, glaring at his father, an angry pout forming on his face. he piped up from the dining table, stopping his homework. "you have to talk to the teacher about me and be nice".

"what'd ya do, kid? beat someone up? steal somethin'?" he took another swig of his beer, leaning against the same counter you at. he threw an arm around you.

"i didn't do anything" megumi said casually. toji turned his head to you, squeezing your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "i don't like taking time out of my day to do nothing, doll."

you pushed him away slightly. "you have to go, it's not a debate"

you walked away from toji and sat with megumi. "how's it gonna look if they know we're both his parents, and only i'm there?"

"tch. doesn't matter to me." toji rolled his eyes and cracked his neck.

both you and megumi sat back, crossed your arms, and shot toji annoyed looks. "still not doing it." toji walked into the bedroom.

"mooooom". megumi put his head on the table, a slight pout forming.

"don't worry about it. we'll both be there. finish your homework and go to bed."

in the bedroom, megumi could hear you raise your voice at his father. he heard you stomp a few times and a few "okay okay's" from toji.

it was 3:00. megumi sat outside of the door, headphones blaring. his feet barely touching the ground, just waiting for his growth spurt. the meeting had started 15 minutes ago. no sign of toji.

you stepped out of the classroom, calling toji but you only got his voicemail. "toji fucking fushiguro, if you don't get your ass down here soon, i swear to god i'll end you with my bare hands." each time you got his voicemail, you gave a variation of that. a few teachers had walked past you, eyeing you weirdly, not that you cared.

you reentered the classroom and sat calmly in the chair in front of his teacher, a pained smile on your face. "i'm so sorry. his father should be here any minute, it's probably traffic or something else", your voice trailed off at the last few words of your sentence.

and as soon as you stopped speaking, the door flew open, a scowl already on toji's face. he was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants whereas you tried looking nice. you folded your lips in and looked at the ceiling hoping you'd just disappear or maybe toji would instead!

you nodded, accepting your fate.

toji strolled in the classroom like he owned it. he laid eyes on your face, lips pressed into a hard line. he walked up to you. once he reached you, he stopped. with one hand on the table, the other on the back of your chair, he moved his head in front of yours and hunched over. he pressed a few kisses to your mouth. you whispered "sit down". he smirked in your face, gave you one more kiss and did as you said. he knew he was pushing it. he spread his legs like always, a hand on the back of the chair and the other on your back as he stared down megumi's teacher.

"o-okay! glad you're both here!"

"before we start, i just want to say that megumi is truly a spectacular kid. incredibly smart and tactful. a joy to have in my classro-" toji cut her off.

"so then why are we here?". you kicked his ankle under the table, but he didn't even flinch. "if he's such a good kid, you could give him a gold star or send us an email about it".

toji wasn't wrong but he wasn't right. you remained silent. "well, it's always better to start and end with the positive stuff right!" megumi's teacher tried so hard to smile.

"of course!" you said happily. toji just grunted.

"alright well. it seems like megumi is anti-social." his teacher said flatly towards you, seemingly ignoring toji. you turned your head at her comment. anti-social? first time you'd heard of that.

"anti-social? i don't think so." you piped up, shaking your head. "megumi tells us about his friend all the time."

"right, but he doesn't have friends-"

"you calling our kid a loser?" toji jeered.

the teacher's eyes went wide and she shook her hands in defense. "no, not that! but he doesn't talk. when i call on him, he just looks at me and goes back to doing whatever he was doing beforehand"

"maybe he just doesn't fuckin' like you." you whacked toji's chest and said his name, chastising him. "don't be so rude." you shot toji the meanest look you could muster, but he doesn't care.

he scooted his chair closer to yours, whispering in your ear, way too fucking close for a classroom...and with somebody watching . "you always get this serious when you're mad at me, baby?". his hot breath fanned your ear making your eye twitch visibly. you wanted to crawl under the table and disappear forever.

megumi's teacher scoffed under her breath. "i think the issue here is megumi's home life...", toji was still in your personal space, just watching you, elbow casually resting on the table, his head resting on his fist. he turned his entire body away from the teacher and at you.

ignoring him completely, you tried focusing in on the teacher's words. "sometimes when children experience inconsistent home lives," her eyes flickered between you and your husband, "they exhibit signs of withdrawal."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing and toji, frankly, wasn't hearing anything, he wasn't listening, just staring at you. your jaw dropped slightly at the teacher's words because, who was she accusing of giving megumi a bad home life?

toji swiped a strand a hair that had fallen out of place and tucked it behind your ear making you shiver. how irritatingly sweet. "can't see your pretty face when it's all covered up". between megumi's insolent teacher and toji's lack of care, you were ready to combust.

"i think megumi could benefit from having a more stable and involved male figure in the home." she kindly offered. kindly or not, neither you nor toji cared.

toji finally took his attention off you, turning to the teacher. "i'll start doing nightly affirmations with him if that'll make you feel better?"

you snapped your head to toji. he had a hand over his heart. "you're smart, you're cool, only punch after they swing first, that kinda thing?" he rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair. you covered your face with both hands, choking back a laugh. this is definitely why his teacher thinks megumi is in trouble. his parents are fucking crazy.

"megumi tells me everything. he even said that your class hamster is depressed."

"toji, that didn't happen?"

"didn't it? maybe if you," he pointed directly at the teacher, "were a more involved female figure, the hamster wouldn't consider jumping off the wheel"

you let yourself laugh, your shoulders gently rocking. toji looked really proud of himself but he still sported the scowl that made megumi's teacher shiver.

his teacher had enough.

"this is a serious matter! ms. fushiguro, your oddly violent husband clearly doesn't take this seriously, so what are you doing?"

"he does take this seriously. this is just his personality!" you tried defending your husband, overwhelmed.

"it is your responsibility as much as it's his to keep megumi on track so his social growth isn't stunted!" she raised her voice at you, shocking you.

"he's just quiet" you added.

"why are you upset that he's not causing problems?" toji bit back.

"i can only do so much when i see him for eight hours. i can't be the parent for him!"

"what kind of mother-". that was it. all the politeness you tried keeping, left. toji didn't flinch, he was excited to see what was next.

you stood up, slamming your hands down on the desk. "you don't tell me how to parent my child!"

you scoffed, walking away. you were thinking out loud and pacing around the classroom at this point. "i mean seriously, you can't handle a quiet kid? i thought they were supposed to be the easiest!"

"you call my husband uninvolved and basically useless, but you don't know anything about him! or me! or my child!"

"y'know what?", you stopped dead in your tracks, an idea popping into your head. you stormed over to the door, swinging it open. you spoke softly to your child, "megumi, come in here! now."

megumi casually walked in the classroom, his hands tucked into his tiny pockets. he stood next to toji, the physical similarities uncanny.

you sat next to megumi. "honey, your teacher thinks you don't have friends. is that true?"

megumi didn't flinch, he just looked at you. "i have a friend, he's in the class over there" megumi pointed in the general direction of the classroom.

"yeah, the pink haired weirdo. i saw him when i picked you up that one time" toji chimed in, still sitting slouched in his chair. you hmphed proud of yourself, glaring at the teacher.

"hey brat, your teacher said that i'm not involved with you."

megumi gave his dead a confused look, because surely that wasn't true.

"that volcano project? i did that!", toji said proudly. megumi's teacher lost all color in her face, in disbelief at the scene before her.

you tried chiming in, "oh maybe don't say that.." you rubbed your temple.

"last week, i went to his soccer game!" megumi doesn't play soccer. you knew that but figured now wasn't the time to butt in.

"and, he can throw a punch too. guess who's involved ass taught him that?"

in all the chaos, megumi had sat down on the floor, just happily watching his parents.

megumi's teacher cut in one more time. "you two are misunderstanding me. megumi needs more stable parent figures, especially from his father. you are socially stunting him."

"he has a stable father figure. you just don't like the way that he looks or acts, and hell, sometimes i don't like the way he acts either!" (you like the way he looks though) “megumi isn't struggling, he's functioning normally! and we show up for him everyday"

"if he had any complaints, i'm sure he'd let us know. he's already talked about you." you finished, sighing.

megumi and toji looked at you proudly. everybody thought toji would've been the one to pop off, but not this time.

"damn mom, that was hot" toji tried flirting with you, but with all the adrenaline you had pumping through you, you weren't taking his bullshit.

you shot him a daring look. he backed off, half laughing with his hands up.

you took a deep breath. you picked up megumi and apologized to his teacher. "he won't be here tomorrow. i'll have him back soon."

you and megumi walked out first, toji stopped in the doorway, with you still in earshot. "watch yourself around my kid."

"toji!"

"coming mama. i'm coming" he said laughing

outside, you buckled megumi in the car and closed his door. toji came up behind you, hands on your waist, spinning you around.

"so stressed. you did a good job back there, i like the way you talk about me" toji pressed a light kiss to your lips.

"you just know how to piss everyone off" you scolded him, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"aww 'msorry baby", he pressed a few kisses into your jawline. "you gon' let me make up for it later? might let ya spank me a few times", he winked at you and laughed like you were supposed to find him cute or funny.

you groaned. you did find him cute. you did find him funny. maybe you should spank him tonight.

megumi knocked on his window a few times and rolled his eyes. anti-social where?

i was going to make this the follow up to megumi's volcano project but wanted to make this independent, but i added just a little from it to this. not proofread, i wrote this at 1am lol.

i'd love your support if you'd reblog, like, and comment! ♥

[leopardvee]

toji's first (and last) parent teacher conference

pairing: dad!toji fushiguro x mom!reader x megumi

about 2.3k words

"please schedule a meeting as soon as possible"

you frowned, rereading the message megumi's teacher wrote on his report card. no notes, no issues with academics, nothing behavior related. nothing was out of the ordinary. megumi always got straight a's, and this time was no different. how hard could 3rd grade be?

you quickly set the appointment for...tomorrow. you thought you'd have at least a couple days before so you could figure out what was wrong. you didn't have that luxury.

when toji got home at night, you were dreading telling him about the conference; you know he wouldn’t want to go. toji kicked off his boots, threw his bag down harder than he needed to and with heavy footsteps, walked past you to the fridge for a beer.

he cracked it open, took a big swig, and looked at you impatiently. you had a look in your eyes that said you had to say something but didn’t want to. he raised an eyebrow at you. "we have to go to megs' school tomorrow. we have a parent teacher conference". you threw air quotes around parent teacher conference; i mean, what could megumi do wrong?

"fuck is that?" toji spit. megumi looked up, glaring at his father, an angry pout forming on his face. he piped up from the dining table, stopping his homework. "you have to talk to the teacher about me and be nice".

"what'd ya do, kid? beat someone up? steal somethin'?" he took another swig of his beer, leaning against the same counter you at. he threw an arm around you.

"i didn't do anything" megumi said casually. toji turned his head to you, squeezing your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "i don't like taking time out of my day to do nothing, doll."

you pushed him away slightly. "you have to go, it's not a debate"

you walked away from toji and sat with megumi. "how's it gonna look if they know we're both his parents, and only i'm there?"

"tch. doesn't matter to me." toji rolled his eyes and cracked his neck.

both you and megumi sat back, crossed your arms, and shot toji annoyed looks. "still not doing it." toji walked into the bedroom.

"mooooom". megumi put his head on the table, a slight pout forming.

"don't worry about it. we'll both be there. finish your homework and go to bed."

in the bedroom, megumi could hear you raise your voice at his father. he heard you stomp a few times and a few "okay okay's" from toji.

it was 3:00. megumi sat outside of the door, headphones blaring. his feet barely touching the ground, just waiting for his growth spurt. the meeting had started 15 minutes ago. no sign of toji.

you stepped out of the classroom, calling toji but you only got his voicemail. "toji fucking fushiguro, if you don't get your ass down here soon, i swear to god i'll end you with my bare hands." each time you got his voicemail, you gave a variation of that. a few teachers had walked past you, eyeing you weirdly, not that you cared.

you reentered the classroom and sat calmly in the chair in front of his teacher, a pained smile on your face. "i'm so sorry. his father should be here any minute, it's probably traffic or something else", your voice trailed off at the last few words of your sentence.

and as soon as you stopped speaking, the door flew open, a scowl already on toji's face. he was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants whereas you tried looking nice. you folded your lips in and looked at the ceiling hoping you'd just disappear or maybe toji would instead!

you nodded, accepting your fate.

toji strolled in the classroom like he owned it. he laid eyes on your face, lips pressed into a hard line. he walked up to you. once he reached you, he stopped. with one hand on the table, the other on the back of your chair, he moved his head in front of yours and hunched over. he pressed a few kisses to your mouth. you whispered "sit down". he smirked in your face, gave you one more kiss and did as you said. he knew he was pushing it. he spread his legs like always, a hand on the back of the chair and the other on your back as he stared down megumi's teacher.

"o-okay! glad you're both here!"

"before we start, i just want to say that megumi is truly a spectacular kid. incredibly smart and tactful. a joy to have in my classro-" toji cut her off.

"so then why are we here?". you kicked his ankle under the table, but he didn't even flinch. "if he's such a good kid, you could give him a gold star or send us an email about it".

toji wasn't wrong but he wasn't right. you remained silent. "well, it's always better to start and end with the positive stuff right!" megumi's teacher tried so hard to smile.

"of course!" you said happily. toji just grunted.

"alright well. it seems like megumi is anti-social." his teacher said flatly towards you, seemingly ignoring toji. you turned your head at her comment. anti-social? first time you'd heard of that.

"anti-social? i don't think so." you piped up, shaking your head. "megumi tells us about his friend all the time."

"right, but he doesn't have friends-"

"you calling our kid a loser?" toji jeered.

the teacher's eyes went wide and she shook her hands in defense. "no, not that! but he doesn't talk. when i call on him, he just looks at me and goes back to doing whatever he was doing beforehand"

"maybe he just doesn't fuckin' like you." you whacked toji's chest and said his name, chastising him. "don't be so rude." you shot toji the meanest look you could muster, but he doesn't care.

he scooted his chair closer to yours, whispering in your ear, way too fucking close for a classroom...and with somebody watching . "you always get this serious when you're mad at me, baby?". his hot breath fanned your ear making your eye twitch visibly. you wanted to crawl under the table and disappear forever.

megumi's teacher scoffed under her breath. "i think the issue here is megumi's home life...", toji was still in your personal space, just watching you, elbow casually resting on the table, his head resting on his fist. he turned his entire body away from the teacher and at you.

ignoring him completely, you tried focusing in on the teacher's words. "sometimes when children experience inconsistent home lives," her eyes flickered between you and your husband, "they exhibit signs of withdrawal."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing and toji, frankly, wasn't hearing anything, he wasn't listening, just staring at you. your jaw dropped slightly at the teacher's words because, who was she accusing of giving megumi a bad home life?

toji swiped a strand a hair that had fallen out of place and tucked it behind your ear making you shiver. how irritatingly sweet. "can't see your pretty face when it's all covered up". between megumi's insolent teacher and toji's lack of care, you were ready to combust.

"i think megumi could benefit from having a more stable and involved male figure in the home." she kindly offered. kindly or not, neither you nor toji cared.

toji finally took his attention off you, turning to the teacher. "i'll start doing nightly affirmations with him if that'll make you feel better?"

you snapped your head to toji. he had a hand over his heart. "you're smart, you're cool, only punch after they swing first, that kinda thing?" he rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair. you covered your face with both hands, choking back a laugh. this is definitely why his teacher thinks megumi is in trouble. his parents are fucking crazy.

"megumi tells me everything. he even said that your class hamster is depressed."

"toji, that didn't happen?"

"didn't it? maybe if you," he pointed directly at the teacher, "were a more involved female figure, the hamster wouldn't consider jumping off the wheel"

you let yourself laugh, your shoulders gently rocking. toji looked really proud of himself but he still sported the scowl that made megumi's teacher shiver.

his teacher had enough.

"this is a serious matter! ms. fushiguro, your oddly violent husband clearly doesn't take this seriously, so what are you doing?"

"he does take this seriously. this is just his personality!" you tried defending your husband, overwhelmed.

"it is your responsibility as much as it's his to keep megumi on track so his social growth isn't stunted!" she raised her voice at you, shocking you.

"he's just quiet" you added.

"why are you upset that he's not causing problems?" toji bit back.

"i can only do so much when i see him for eight hours. i can't be the parent for him!"

"what kind of mother-". that was it. all the politeness you tried keeping, left. toji didn't flinch, he was excited to see what was next.

you stood up, slamming your hands down on the desk. "you don't tell me how to parent my child!"

you scoffed, walking away. you were thinking out loud and pacing around the classroom at this point. "i mean seriously, you can't handle a quiet kid? i thought they were supposed to be the easiest!"

"you call my husband uninvolved and basically useless, but you don't know anything about him! or me! or my child!"

"y'know what?", you stopped dead in your tracks, an idea popping into your head. you stormed over to the door, swinging it open. you spoke softly to your child, "megumi, come in here! now."

megumi casually walked in the classroom, his hands tucked into his tiny pockets. he stood next to toji, the physical similarities uncanny.

you sat next to megumi. "honey, your teacher thinks you don't have friends. is that true?"

megumi didn't flinch, he just looked at you. "i have a friend, he's in the class over there" megumi pointed in the general direction of the classroom.

"yeah, the pink haired weirdo. i saw him when i picked you up that one time" toji chimed in, still sitting slouched in his chair. you hmphed proud of yourself, glaring at the teacher.

"hey brat, your teacher said that i'm not involved with you."

megumi gave his dead a confused look, because surely that wasn't true.

"that volcano project? i did that!", toji said proudly. megumi's teacher lost all color in her face, in disbelief at the scene before her.

you tried chiming in, "oh maybe don't say that.." you rubbed your temple.

"last week, i went to his soccer game!" megumi doesn't play soccer. you knew that but figured now wasn't the time to butt in.

"and, he can throw a punch too. guess who's involved ass taught him that?"

in all the chaos, megumi had sat down on the floor, just happily watching his parents.

megumi's teacher cut in one more time. "you two are misunderstanding me. megumi needs more stable parent figures, especially from his father. you are socially stunting him."

"he has a stable father figure. you just don't like the way that he looks or acts, and hell, sometimes i don't like the way he acts either!" (you like the way he looks though) “megumi isn't struggling, he's functioning normally! and we show up for him everyday"

"if he had any complaints, i'm sure he'd let us know. he's already talked about you." you finished, sighing.

megumi and toji looked at you proudly. everybody thought toji would've been the one to pop off, but not this time.

"damn mom, that was hot" toji tried flirting with you, but with all the adrenaline you had pumping through you, you weren't taking his bullshit.

you shot him a daring look. he backed off, half laughing with his hands up.

you took a deep breath. you picked up megumi and apologized to his teacher. "he won't be here tomorrow. i'll have him back soon."

you and megumi walked out first, toji stopped in the doorway, with you still in earshot. "watch yourself around my kid."

"toji!"

"coming mama. i'm coming" he said laughing

outside, you buckled megumi in the car and closed his door. toji came up behind you, hands on your waist, spinning you around.

"so stressed. you did a good job back there, i like the way you talk about me" toji pressed a light kiss to your lips.

"you just know how to piss everyone off" you scolded him, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"aww 'msorry baby", he pressed a few kisses into your jawline. "you gon' let me make up for it later? might let ya spank me a few times", he winked at you and laughed like you were supposed to find him cute or funny.

you groaned. you did find him cute. you did find him funny. maybe you should spank him tonight.

megumi knocked on his window a few times and rolled his eyes. anti-social where?

i was going to make this the follow up to megumi's volcano project but wanted to make this independent, but i added just a little from it to this. not proofread, i wrote this at 1am lol.

i'd love your support if you'd reblog, like, and comment! ♥

[leopardvee]

toji's book club takeover

boyfriend!toji x girlfriend!reader

“so… I joined a book club!” you plopped down on toji’s bed. 

“you did what?” he looked at you like you killed his grandma. 

“it’s not a big deal. it’s a bunch of older woman in town, some wine, and books. we’re reading the viscount who loved me”, you batted your eyelashes at him jokingly. 

“bridgerton? that’s the one with the guy who looks like he’d cry if you pulled his hair” he laughed.

“that’s not even the right season, dumbass”. you rolled your eyes your eyes and cuddled up next to him. 

“so can i come?” he asked.

“no! it’s just us. girl time —wine and books”, you wiggled your fingers like confetti. 

“I can be a girl, I got opinions on historical foreplay”.

“and for that exact reason, you cannot come!”

“you ever need a live reenactment, you know where to find me.”

——

that was a few weeks ago. 

“ohmygoooooood and when anthony tried sucking the venom from the bee out of her chest, I’ve never wanted to be someone else so badly”. the older woman to your right fanned herself. 

you giggled and she smiled at you warmly.

you were enjoying the lively chatter of all the women around you, definitely decades older than you, but all hilarious in their own way.

the leader turned to you and asked you what you thought about the bee scene. before you could answer, the door swung open. toji casually walked in like he wasn’t interrupting everything, hoodie on, sweatpants hung low on his hips, his happy trial peeking out. 

all the women, including you gawked at him — you for an entirely different reason. a few oh my god’s and gasps went around you the room. your face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and confusion.

“hellllllooooo ladies” toji smiled. you weren’t sure what to do. you just sat frozen in your seat. 

“why hello there, are you a new member?” an older woman across from you asked, smiling.

“yes i am and i’m her boyfriend”, he winked and pointed at you. it couldn’t get worse than this right?

oh but it does.

he clapped his hands loudly, rubbing them together. “what’s this freaky ass book we’re reading ladies? naughty group of girls we got here”. is he serious? you pinched yourself. maybe you were dreaming. but also, toji knew that's the book you were reading.

the woman who never speaks up answered. “the viscount who loved me” she grinned from ear to ear. you were in utter disbelief; this was the time she wanted to pipe up?

toji slowly walked over to you with all the swagger in the world, hands in his pockets, pulling his sweatpants down a little further. he smirked at you the whole way. 

“y/n why were holding out on us! you didn’t say he looked like this!” you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. 

when toji finally stood in front of you, he spoke only loud enough for you and the people next to you to hear. “i didn’t know you talked about me here. makes me feel some type of way”. you averted your gaze, your cheeks felt so warm. “stand up”, he commanded gently.

you stood and he took your spot. he gently tugged your waist to pull you onto his lap. your body felt hot with embarrassment and all the women around you were asking toji questions. toji’s light but possessive grip on your waist made it impossible to focus. you zoned your vision out on a random spot in the tiny bookstore. 

“so do you read… or are you more of a hands on learning kind of man?” 

“do you have brothers? better yet, are you a twin?”

one really wine drunk woman slurred her words. “how do you feel about discipline?”

the worst was when your favorite woman, jane, spoke up. “what would you do if y/n got stung by a bee… right… here!” she gestured towards your chest…specifically your boobs. good god. “jane, ohmygod!!” you were absolutely mortified. 

you folded your arms over your chest and pouted a bit, not caring how your book was folded between your fingers. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. you could feel a headache in both temples forming. 

toji rubbed his hand over his jaw, thinking deeply. he drummed his fingers over your waist. “well, i’d hope the bee’s got good aim, would make my job more fun”, he shrugged. 

you side eyed toji and he just smirked. 

“sounds like someone is writing the next chapter for us!”

“you’re coming back next week!”

“lord have mercy! where do you find men like this?” 

“i found him in a ditch” you fake smiled, gritting your teeth. toji squeezed your waist hard. the old women were just tickled at the dynamic between you and toji. 

“i have a great idea! since we’re on the topic of the bee scene, let’s just read it right now aloud!” jane grinned. 

“nahhh, maybe we can just read the chapter after it! we’ve all read it right?” you pleaded. 

“no, i think jane is right. we should read it out loud.” he’s joking. he has to be joking. 

the women took turns popcorn reading the scene until it got to you. you were blushing extremely hard, your were hands sweaty, and for some reason, you just couldn’t flip to the right page. 

“i’ll find it for you princess”, he yanked the book out of your hands, somehow flipping straight to it, holding it in your lap. a few ooo's and ahh's sounded. he sat up much straighter than before, his chin was resting on your shoulder, ready for you to read. 

when you started with a shaky breath, toji cut you off. “nah, lemme do it. i’m good at this kinda thing”. you pressed your lips into a flat line, resting your head in your palm. 

you exhaled loudly. toji cleared his throat louder. it’s not a competition, but it is. “alright ladies, prepare yourselves. this is how a real man reads romance”

toji leaned in, his voice dropping low and thick, like he was about to confess a secret — or maybe just call more attention to himself. 

“anthony’s hands moved with purpose, fingers tracing the path of the sting like he was mapping out a treasure." he held the book in one hand, the other finding its place on your waist again. he was rubbing small circles into you. “every kiss was a spark, every breath between them charged like a live wire”, he continued. 

“i wish i could be a fly on the wall to see how he talks to you outside of this”, another woman chimed in. you couldn’t even react but noted that mentally to use again her.

“anthony pressed closer, lips parting, tongue teasing her delicate skin”. you scratched your neck, super uncomfortable, and super hot. 

“hell, i’m getting worked up just saying it”, toji shifted underneath you not very subtly. 

one of the ladies gasped, clutching her pearls, literally, and whispered, “oh my god, toji, behave!”

you felt a laugh coming on but you couldn’t let toji know you were laughing. he turned back to the book, but with a wicked grin, he added, “if i was anthony, y/n, you’d be screaming my name right now”

every woman in the room was staring at you, waiting for your reaction. 

there was a beat of shocked silence. 

you blinked. 

then blinked again. 

then you bursted out laughing, a full on belly laugh that echoed around the room. you covered your mouth with both hands to try and stifle your laugh but it didn’t work. 

everybody laughed along with you and in the drowning sound of laughter, toji whispered in your ear, “so can i come back next week?”

“definitely not”. you patted his leg and he kissed your cheek. 

ok i don't have the actual dialogue from the scene in bridgeton, i just made it up based on what i watched lmfao. lmk what u think <3

[leopardvee]

habits i think toji has

in general

🫐 leaves half empty water bottles everywhere; in the kitchen and in the car. but he insists they're all "still fine"

🫐 doesn't ever nap. that's not the weird part. it's that he's definitely falling asleep but insists he's just "resting his eyes".

🫐 once megumi left his infancy phase, toji stopped caring about how he handled megumi. picking him up by the tag of his shirt. he definitely picks him up by his legs too. when megumi grew up and he couldn't manhandle his child, he started trying to fight him (not for real, just to assert dominance)

🫐 doesn't really speak unless he needs to. mostly communicates in moody grunts.

🫐 constantly cracks his neck and his knuckles.

🫐 never wastes food, even if it's cold. also, always uses chopsticks; for fruit, fries, m&ms.

🫐 avoids standing or sitting with his back to doors or windows. if he's at a restaurant, he's taking the side of the booth where he can see the door and anybody and everybody who walks in.

🫐 when somebody texts him, he types a response and then never sends it. and when he's confronted about it and sees his message sitting in the queue, he sends it and says "i did respond".

🫐 always leaves lights off unless it's like pitch black outside. probably habits he picked up from having to be so stealthy.

relationships

🕷️ when there's a food you both like (pizza, cake, etc), he'll stash one piece away where you can't find but let's you have "the last piece", just so he can see your smile and make get a kiss on the cheek.

🕷️ will not tell you he's sick until he's pale in the face, doubled over and can barely walk. is confused when you're upset.

🕷️ always wants to be near you. every time you turn around, you smack into his chest. you're showering? he'll sit on the counter.

🕷️ definitely walks on the outside of sidewalks.

🕷️ when you're facing away from him in bed, asleep, he'll text you "you up?" but he's right next to you. just to wake you up with the sound of your phone buzzing so you will look at him.

🕷️ insists on using your towels because they're "softer". he wants to smell like you even though he has to hold it together with both hands because they are way too small.

🕷️ rubs the back of his neck or jaw when he's nervous.

🕷️ before you were together, he practiced asking you out in the car, but still fumbled it when it was time.

🕷️ the biggest fucking flirt ever. you haven't known a moments peace since knowing toji. you're standing up and he's pulling at your waistband. leans on the wall with one hand above your head and talks super low in your ear even if it's about nothing at all.

[leopardvee]

toji's book club takeover

boyfriend!toji x girlfriend!reader

“so… I joined a book club!” you plopped down on toji’s bed. 

“you did what?” he looked at you like you killed his grandma. 

“it’s not a big deal. it’s a bunch of older woman in town, some wine, and books. we’re reading the viscount who loved me”, you batted your eyelashes at him jokingly. 

“bridgerton? that’s the one with the guy who looks like he’d cry if you pulled his hair” he laughed.

“that’s not even the right season, dumbass”. you rolled your eyes your eyes and cuddled up next to him. 

“so can i come?” he asked.

“no! it’s just us. girl time —wine and books”, you wiggled your fingers like confetti. 

“I can be a girl, I got opinions on historical foreplay”.

“and for that exact reason, you cannot come!”

“you ever need a live reenactment, you know where to find me.”

——

that was a few weeks ago. 

“ohmygoooooood and when anthony tried sucking the venom from the bee out of her chest, I’ve never wanted to be someone else so badly”. the older woman to your right fanned herself. 

you giggled and she smiled at you warmly.

you were enjoying the lively chatter of all the women around you, definitely decades older than you, but all hilarious in their own way.

the leader turned to you and asked you what you thought about the bee scene. before you could answer, the door swung open. toji casually walked in like he wasn’t interrupting everything, hoodie on, sweatpants hung low on his hips, his happy trial peeking out. 

all the women, including you gawked at him — you for an entirely different reason. a few oh my god’s and gasps went around you the room. your face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and confusion.

“hellllllooooo ladies” toji smiled. you weren’t sure what to do. you just sat frozen in your seat. 

“why hello there, are you a new member?” an older woman across from you asked, smiling.

“yes i am and i’m her boyfriend”, he winked and pointed at you. it couldn’t get worse than this right?

oh but it does.

he clapped his hands loudly, rubbing them together. “what’s this freaky ass book we’re reading ladies? naughty group of girls we got here”. is he serious? you pinched yourself. maybe you were dreaming. but also, toji knew that's the book you were reading.

the woman who never speaks up answered. “the viscount who loved me” she grinned from ear to ear. you were in utter disbelief; this was the time she wanted to pipe up?

toji slowly walked over to you with all the swagger in the world, hands in his pockets, pulling his sweatpants down a little further. he smirked at you the whole way. 

“y/n why were holding out on us! you didn’t say he looked like this!” you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. 

when toji finally stood in front of you, he spoke only loud enough for you and the people next to you to hear. “i didn’t know you talked about me here. makes me feel some type of way”. you averted your gaze, your cheeks felt so warm. “stand up”, he commanded gently.

you stood and he took your spot. he gently tugged your waist to pull you onto his lap. your body felt hot with embarrassment and all the women around you were asking toji questions. toji’s light but possessive grip on your waist made it impossible to focus. you zoned your vision out on a random spot in the tiny bookstore. 

“so do you read… or are you more of a hands on learning kind of man?” 

“do you have brothers? better yet, are you a twin?”

one really wine drunk woman slurred her words. “how do you feel about discipline?”

the worst was when your favorite woman, jane, spoke up. “what would you do if y/n got stung by a bee… right… here!” she gestured towards your chest…specifically your boobs. good god. “jane, ohmygod!!” you were absolutely mortified. 

you folded your arms over your chest and pouted a bit, not caring how your book was folded between your fingers. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. you could feel a headache in both temples forming. 

toji rubbed his hand over his jaw, thinking deeply. he drummed his fingers over your waist. “well, i’d hope the bee’s got good aim, would make my job more fun”, he shrugged. 

you side eyed toji and he just smirked. 

“sounds like someone is writing the next chapter for us!”

“you’re coming back next week!”

“lord have mercy! where do you find men like this?” 

“i found him in a ditch” you fake smiled, gritting your teeth. toji squeezed your waist hard. the old women were just tickled at the dynamic between you and toji. 

“i have a great idea! since we’re on the topic of the bee scene, let’s just read it right now aloud!” jane grinned. 

“nahhh, maybe we can just read the chapter after it! we’ve all read it right?” you pleaded. 

“no, i think jane is right. we should read it out loud.” he’s joking. he has to be joking. 

the women took turns popcorn reading the scene until it got to you. you were blushing extremely hard, your were hands sweaty, and for some reason, you just couldn’t flip to the right page. 

“i’ll find it for you princess”, he yanked the book out of your hands, somehow flipping straight to it, holding it in your lap. a few ooo's and ahh's sounded. he sat up much straighter than before, his chin was resting on your shoulder, ready for you to read. 

when you started with a shaky breath, toji cut you off. “nah, lemme do it. i’m good at this kinda thing”. you pressed your lips into a flat line, resting your head in your palm. 

you exhaled loudly. toji cleared his throat louder. it’s not a competition, but it is. “alright ladies, prepare yourselves. this is how a real man reads romance”

toji leaned in, his voice dropping low and thick, like he was about to confess a secret — or maybe just call more attention to himself. 

“anthony’s hands moved with purpose, fingers tracing the path of the sting like he was mapping out a treasure." he held the book in one hand, the other finding its place on your waist again. he was rubbing small circles into you. “every kiss was a spark, every breath between them charged like a live wire”, he continued. 

“i wish i could be a fly on the wall to see how he talks to you outside of this”, another woman chimed in. you couldn’t even react but noted that mentally to use again her.

“anthony pressed closer, lips parting, tongue teasing her delicate skin”. you scratched your neck, super uncomfortable, and super hot. 

“hell, i’m getting worked up just saying it”, toji shifted underneath you not very subtly. 

one of the ladies gasped, clutching her pearls, literally, and whispered, “oh my god, toji, behave!”

you felt a laugh coming on but you couldn’t let toji know you were laughing. he turned back to the book, but with a wicked grin, he added, “if i was anthony, y/n, you’d be screaming my name right now”

every woman in the room was staring at you, waiting for your reaction. 

there was a beat of shocked silence. 

you blinked. 

then blinked again. 

then you bursted out laughing, a full on belly laugh that echoed around the room. you covered your mouth with both hands to try and stifle your laugh but it didn’t work. 

everybody laughed along with you and in the drowning sound of laughter, toji whispered in your ear, “so can i come back next week?”

“definitely not”. you patted his leg and he kissed your cheek. 

ok i don't have the actual dialogue from the scene in bridgeton, i just made it up based on what i watched lmfao. lmk what u think <3

[leopardvee]

habits i think toji has

in general

🫐 leaves half empty water bottles everywhere; in the kitchen and in the car. but he insists they're all "still fine"

🫐 doesn't ever nap. that's not the weird part. it's that he's definitely falling asleep but insists he's just "resting his eyes".

🫐 once megumi left his infancy phase, toji stopped caring about how he handled megumi. picking him up by the tag of his shirt. he definitely picks him up by his legs too. when megumi grew up and he couldn't manhandle his child, he started trying to fight him (not for real, just to assert dominance)

🫐 doesn't really speak unless he needs to. mostly communicates in moody grunts.

🫐 constantly cracks his neck and his knuckles.

🫐 never wastes food, even if it's cold. also, always uses chopsticks; for fruit, fries, m&ms.

🫐 avoids standing or sitting with his back to doors or windows. if he's at a restaurant, he's taking the side of the booth where he can see the door and anybody and everybody who walks in.

🫐 when somebody texts him, he types a response and then never sends it. and when he's confronted about it and sees his message sitting in the queue, he sends it and says "i did respond".

🫐 always leaves lights off unless it's like pitch black outside. probably habits he picked up from having to be so stealthy.

relationships

🕷️ when there's a food you both like (pizza, cake, etc), he'll stash one piece away where you can't find but let's you have "the last piece", just so he can see your smile and make get a kiss on the cheek.

🕷️ will not tell you he's sick until he's pale in the face, doubled over and can barely walk. is confused when you're upset.

🕷️ always wants to be near you. every time you turn around, you smack into his chest. you're showering? he'll sit on the counter.

🕷️ definitely walks on the outside of sidewalks.

🕷️ when you're facing away from him in bed, asleep, he'll text you "you up?" but he's right next to you. just to wake you up with the sound of your phone buzzing so you will look at him.

🕷️ insists on using your towels because they're "softer". he wants to smell like you even though he has to hold it together with both hands because they are way too small.

🕷️ rubs the back of his neck or jaw when he's nervous.

🕷️ before you were together, he practiced asking you out in the car, but still fumbled it when it was time.

🕷️ the biggest fucking flirt ever. you haven't known a moments peace since knowing toji. you're standing up and he's pulling at your waistband. leans on the wall with one hand above your head and talks super low in your ear even if it's about nothing at all.

[leopardvee]

spin cycle: chapter one - delicates and disasters

pairing: dad/dilf toji x female reader, and child megumi

notes: toji is in his 40s, i have reader aged about mid 20s, a megumi is in first grade. kinda sad, really cute and emotional, kinda angsty at the end.

about 3.4k words

chapter two - missing threads

chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent

people your age aren’t doing laundry on a friday night. most people your age are out partying or clubbing — that’s just not who you are. i mean, you did had your clubbing phase, but you’d grown up a lot faster than your counterparts. 

under the neon glow of the OPEN sign and the slight buzzing of the tvs and the fluorescent lights, you shoved your dark clothes into your washer. 

it was an unspoken rule. everyone had their own washer and dryer. there weren’t that many that used the laundromat in the apartment, some of the more “wealthy” people had washer and dryer in unit. 

your washer and dryer were next to a stocky man. very quiet, always scowling. sometimes he had a kid with him. his son maybe? 

on the opposite side of yours, was an older woman who always needed your help and she always repaid your kindness in pastries. 

you were humming along to the song playing over the crackly radio when a tiny shadow was casted over your face. you were bent over at the waist, picking up your next few articles of clothing. you arched an eyebrow up and tilted your head up just enough to take in the sight of the child sitting atop your washer. 

“oh hello. you seem to be sitting on my washer.” you said unassumingly. he’s a cute kid. you tossed the bundle of clothes in, a t shirt catching on his foot. before you could grab it off of him, he swung his foot up, caught it, and chucked it in the washer for you. 

you clapped lightly and he bowed just a little. “very impressive”. he stuck his hand out to you, you held out two fingers to his small hand. he wrapped his hand around you fingers and shook it up and down. 

“i’m megumi. i live here with my dad”, he pointed at the large man beside you. he was none the wiser to the situation, headphones loud in his ears. 

you gave him your name and smiled just slightly at him. “okay megumi. do you think you can move just a little so I can finish?”

he scooted to the right, accidentally knocking your open bottle of detergent over. the blue liquid spilled all over the top of the washer and onto the floor. neither you nor megumi even tried to scoop it up before it spilled.

your jaw dropped at what happened and you looked at megumi. he seemed like he had retreated into himself, cheeks flushing a dark shade of pink. your heart filled with sadness at his expression. 

you let out a somewhat loud laugh. i mean, it was funny. the boy who had so much confidence before, knocked your stuff over and both of you just let it spill. megumi picked his head up. 

“i’m really sorry miss. i really didn’t mean to!”. tears threatened to spill from his eyes. 

“oh megumi, it’s okay! i don’t care that much, it’s just detergent.” you reassured him, rustling his hair. he repeated "detergent" to himself, learning a new word. you picked up the bottle and cap from its tipped over position. you poured enough for your load and started it. 

“i can help you! i just can’t get down by myself…”. he was a tiny boy. “my dad always puts me up here so i can’t run away”

you picked him up by his arm pits and set him down. you both got to work on cleaning up the mess. “thanks for your help kid”.

“hey! i’m not a kid!”

“i think you are!”, you laughed saying it. you turned your back to him assuming he’d go back to his dad. you picked up your basket against your hip and went to the tv waiting area, when you heard a little voice beside you, you looked down at him, fake scowling. 

“y’know i charge a babysitting fee? you’re gonna have to pay up child” you joked. 

“what if i just kept you company instead! for free…” he giggled a little bit. you tickled his side and he squirmed beside you. 

megumi’s dad had finally looked up from doing his and megumi’s laundry. when he didn’t see megumi on top of the washers where he normally puts him, he panicked just a little. he looked around and saw megumi up in the hair held up by two hands. megumi was laughing harder than he had in a while. 

he stalked up to the two of you eyeing you specifically. “you just go around kidnapping kids in laundry rooms normally or is this a one time thing?”

his deep voice startled you and megumi stopped laughing. you set megumi down in the chair next to you. the hum of the lights and tv above you seemed to have gotten louder. 

you raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms, still looking at the boy beside you. megumi rested his head on your upper arm. “he came willingly. maybe he just wanted company closer to his age?” you asked sarcastically. 

a beat. 

megumi snorted. 

his father scowled.

you smirked, biting your lip, holding back a laugh. 

when megumi couldn’t stop laughing, you started laughing too. 

“tch. kid’s grounded.” your jaw dropped in time with megumi’s. 

“but you said i wasn’t grounded anymore yesterday!”

“consider it an extension brat”. 

you laughed at the interaction between the two. you turned to megumi, “don’t worry you’re not grounded if you’re with me!”

megumi smiled nice and wide and he laid his head in your lap. his father sat beside you picking up megumi’s legs and setting them down over his thighs. 

megumi reached up playing with a strand of hair that fell out of place. “so how old are you?"

“don’t fuckin ask her that” he scolded. he pinched the skin on megumi’s legs making him yelp. you laughed at megumi’s question. 

“whaattt…didn’t think it was a big deal” he muttered under his breath. 

he looked at you, expectantly. “well?”

you glanced at him, long eyelashes casting shadows on your beautiful features, a small smile flashed across your face. “old enough”. you offered a small wink to him. 

“dad, her name is y/n, really fun to say”. megumi said your name a few more times, all different ways, he growled your name, whispered it, said it in a funny accent. 

“oi kid, enough.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, slouching just slightly. 

peaking at you, he saw you tracing soft lines all over megumi’s face, megumi’s nose scrunching at the feeling. “i’m toji”

“it’s nice to officially meet you toji. no longer my brooding washer neighbor”

he raised an eyebrow at you. you heard your own washer go off and megumi piped up. “can i change it for you?”

toji didn’t step in. he felt like you could hold your own. 

“that’s a little odd, no?”

you could see megumi really thinking about it. “well, i knocked over all your blue stuff over earlier. and if i help you, i don’t have to pay you for babysitting!”

you sighed, looking at megumi intently. you furrowed your eyebrows and megumi matched your facial expressions. toji watched utterly amused. 

megumi’s face faltered a bit. “please?”. you smiled at his request. 

“okay fine,” you turned and grabbed your fabric softening sheets, strawberry scented because why not. “you have to put two of these in there and just press start”. 

megumi grabbed the sheets from you, sniffing it. “these smell like cake. do you smell like cake?”

toji rustled megumi’s hair again. “go on kid, hurry up and don’t look to closely at anything.”

you rolled your eyes at toji’s last comment as megumi ran to your washer. the washer and dryer were a bit too big for megumi to switch your laundry efficiently. 

you watched megumi struggling with a frowning smile, feeling a little mean for just watching. you went to stand up. 

“eh let the kid struggle a bit. he’s probably happy to have someone to talk to”

you sat down, shrugging your shoulders. as you sat down, it felt like the space between you and toji had closed just a bit. you were the slightest bit shy and intimidated.

“so… what’s your favorite color?” you asked.

“you always talk this much or am i just lucky?”

“ha ha, real funny. i didn’t even think you were a real person until four seconds ago.”

toji found it hard to talk to people. he preferred his life the way it was. just him and megumi. megumi went to school but didn’t love it, toji only made him go because megumi’s mother would want him to. 

“yeah whatever.”

a quiet moment passed. 

“m’favorite color’s black” he said casually. 

“ahh classic repression”

“the fuck does that mean?” he looked at you with stern eyes. 

“i think you know.”

“ok let me guess yours.” he stroked his chin as if he was pondering. “shit brown”

you were caught off guard by his comment, a way too loud laugh erupted from you. it wasn’t even that funny. it’s just the way he says things so matter of factly. 

“you’re funny” you said wiping a fake tear from your cheek dramatically. 

“i wasn’t trying to be”

while you and toji had been chatting, just getting to know each other, megumi was still struggling to get your clothes into the dryer. 

he was tired, he little bones wore out from the hard work. on his last trip from the washer to the dryer, megumi had dropped a few things. a couple of socks and a really cool t shirt. 

megumi threw the socks in the dryer, but not the shirt. really vintage, although megumi doesn’t know what that is, really cool. he liked it a lot. you wouldn’t notice if it went missing right?

he snuck it into the dryer cycle his dad’s laundry was already going through, hoping to wear it later. 

on his tippy toes, he pressed start on your machine and ran back to you and his dad. 

“i just finished up my master’s in social work, i’m working down at the county.” 

“that’s a perfect cover for your kidnapping ring you wierdo” toji argued jokingly. 

“oh shut up, what i’m doing is noble”, you closed your eyes, head high, hand over your heart like a king. “what do you do, wierdo?”

“work” he said flatly, breaking eye contact. 

“that’s not fair. i told you my stuff!” you whined. 

“s’nothing you gotta worry your pretty little head about”, toji grinned. 

“that’s a shit answer, and it’s not even really an answer…” you protested. 

“it’s not the kind of thing you ask someone you want to keep likin’” he shrugged, like it was no big deal. like he wasn’t casually flirting with you. 

“hmm so you think i’m pretty and you like me? wow, guess i’m just an angel on earth” you batted your eyelashes at him with a shy smile, hoping he couldn’t see you blushing. 

“you’re gonna ruin the moment, kid”

“i’m not a kid-" your sentence mirrored megumi’s from earlier. you rolled your eyes, but you were cut off by megumi jumping up into your lap. 

“i finished! it’s all there, but dad i think ours is done soon”. 

you pretended to knight megumi with your hand. “thank you, my knight in shining armor, what ever shall i do without you”

megumi cringed at your words, nose scrunching as he laughed. “do you live here?” megumi asked hopefully. 

“mhm i do. i’m in 202, you can come by whenever your dad gets annoying.” you offered megumi a wink and you could see the gears in his head turn. “ok! but you can’t charge me”

toji cut in, “she’s not gonna charge you brat. go get your stuff together, stop bothering her”.

you stood with toji. you felt megumi wrap his arms around your leg. “promise we’ll still hang out?”, he offered a pinky out to you. 

“i pinky swear we will hangout”, you intertwined your pinky with megumi’s. he ran off. 

you looked up at toji, really taking in his size. he was several inches and maybe a foot taller than you. “he’s a good kid. you seem like you’re doing a good job”, complimenting him. 

“oh yeah? is that what your degree is tellin’ ya?”

“take a compliment, would you?” you insisted. 

“tch. thanks i guess.” he turned away for a second to walk away. 

he paused, looked back at you. “don’t be stranger. the kid’ll be crying for weeks”. 

you smiled shyly and nodded. he walked away, carrying his son in one arm. he pressed a soft kiss into megumi’s forehead, his laundry rolling behind him. you couldn't deny how attractive he was. very gruff on the outside, but really a teddy bear otherwise.

your stuff finished drying about a half hour later. 

you’d collected your laundry hauling it back to your apartment. you knew you’d have to put it away as soon as possible or everything would wrinkle in the morning. 

as you sifted through your things, you noticed your favorite t-shirt was gone. the one your mom wore all the time before she passed. 

you loved your mom, looked up to her. she was everything you wanted to be when you grew up. she was a teacher for her entire adult life. she loved teaching and you loved her. 

she’d passed from leukemia just after you graduated college. it was sudden and unexpected. for your entire life, it was just you and her. she had you young and she left you young. 

she lived long enough to see you graduate, but not long enough to see you blossom into the young woman you were turning into. you missed her every day. 

you frantically searched your room for it, ultimately unable to find it. it really wasn’t a big deal — you tried to convince yourself of that, but you didn’t believe it deep down. 

with a heavy heart, you put the rest of your clothes away before climbing into bed. a quiet tear rolling down your cheek and onto your pillow. 

back at toji’s place, megumi was helping his dad sort through laundry, they did it together every week, the smell of linen filling the apartment. it was their quality time. neither of them spoke, just letting the sound of the air conditioning running in the background fill the space.

toji had walked away for a second. megumi took advantage of this, stealing your shirt from the pile and running into his room to set it down before returning. 

as they folded clothes together, megumi whispered into the open space. “i really like her dad.”

“yeah, she’s okay i guess”. toji didn’t want to let on that he liked you from just speaking to you. he’d always thought you were beautiful and polite, always helping the woman next you with a smile. always trying her baking even if it wasn’t good. he watched you. but couldn’t bring himself to want to open up to someone again. not after megumi’s mother.

“maybe she can be my new mom?” megumi asked innocently. “she smells and acts like a mom, right?”

toji froze at his son’s question. memories of megumi’s mother flashed through his mind. 

he was so broken coming into this world, but he found her. she brought light to his darkest days, fishing him out of the world he was born into. 

when megumi was born, his mom died. the stress on her body too much. but megumi looked just like her. 

it was hard to name him without having her there. when toji took him home, he would just stare at him, unsure of what to call him. toji struggled through megumi’s infancy and early childhood, but toji made it his own. megumi had turned out just fine. his blessing. 

shortly after his wife’s death, toji fell back into his old patterns. killing sorcerers. fighting. gambling. he was always there for megumi, but he had to do something to put food on the table. he had to do something to burn out his pent up energy and grief. the world was endlessly cruel to him, why can’t he be cruel back?

“i think you’re tired son. maybe you should go to sleep.” megumi didn’t protest. “i’ll put your stuff away”. 

“i want her to be my new mom”. toji didn’t respond.

megumi got ready for bed, brushing and flossing his teeth, and fixing his hair. he pulled on his favorite pajama pants and your shirt before snuggling in bed. the shirt dwarfed him, many sizes too big, still wet from the washer. you smelled like strawberries or was it cake? it didn't matter. megumi liked that. he fell fast asleep. 

a while later, toji brought megumi’s clothes into his room, turning on the lamp so he could see. megumi had tossed and turned so much that he wasn’t even under the covers, snoring away. like father, like son. 

he put his clothes away and before leaving megumi’s room, he want to tuck him in. toji noticed megumi’s shirt. you had worn that shirt more often than not. 

toji’s face was laced with dread. he woke megumi up. 

“that’s not yours. you stole her shirt.” toji said fuming. 

megumi, still groggy from sleep tried explaining. “i just liked it, it smells really good, like a mom!”

toji had enough of the mom talk, of hearing about the smell of you. 

“she’s not your mom. you had a mom.”

megumi felt tears welling up in his eyes, his throat felt thick. “i’m sorry, i just like her a lot. you like her too!”

megumi had always been an observant kid, but this kinda shit he’d pull, meddling in toji’s business got him in trouble. 

“you don’t worry about me.”

“you don’t apologize to me”

“i’m taking you there now. you’re gonna give it back and that’s the end of it”

tears fell from megumi’s eyes fast. he didn’t understand what he did wrong. you did act like a mom. you acted like everyone else’s mom at pick up or at the park or at the store. how could he know differently?

it was early in the morning when you heard a hard knock outside your door. 

you starfished on your bed. “who could it possibly be right now?”

a few more knocks sounded and you rushed to the door. you opened it. 

toji with a scowl. megumi crying. and in your shirt. in your mom’s shirt. 

chapter two - missing threads

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you should come to bed - reiner

it was well past midnight when you noticed the space beside you was still cold. the hum of the ceiling fan filled the quiet room, but something about the silence felt…wrong. 

you reached your hand out to reiner’s side of the bed. your hands brushed against the mattress. you opened your eyes and you could see that on reiner’s side the blanket was thrown over like he’d left recently. 

you called his name quietly. the echo of your voice in the silence worried you. you turned over, letting your eyes adjust to the light. when your vision cleared, you saw reiner sitting near the window, legs pulled to his chest, shadows of the night carving hard sharp angles into his face. he hadn’t noticed that you were awake. 

reiner’s entire body was rocking, just slightly, his shadow growing and shrinking in the moonlight. you could see his knuckles turn white from the death grip he had on his legs. his breathing was shallow and almost even, like he was trying to self-soothe but was failing. his tears shined in he light. under his breath, you could hear him whispering harsh words. 

“i shouldn’t be here”

“she doesn’t know what i’ve done”

“they’d hate me if they knew”

you knitted your eyebrows together in worry. you sat up on the edge of the bed. “reiner?”

it seemed like he wasn’t even conscious. he was paralyzed by his nightmare. he’s been like this before, but never this bad. 

you took slow, measured steps toward him. “hey baby, wake up.” you whispered hoping not to startle him. 

you didn’t. he was deep in his own head. you reached out a hand to touch his hair. you gently laid a hand on his head. “baby?”

his entire body jerked like he’d been shot. and then he just deflated. 

his grip on his knees weakened, his knuckles returning to a normal color. his feet were still planted on the floor, his knees dropping to the side slightly. his arms dropped to the side in defeat. he began crying. 

you dropped to your knees and brought both hands to his face, cupping it and wiping his tears as they poured out. neither you nor him spoke. you let him cry until he wore himself out. 

“i’m sorry. you shouldn’t have had to see that”, he exhaled a few shaky breaths. 

“don’t apologize for crying. i’m not scared of you or your emotions.”

he met your gaze. bleary-eyed and haunted. and more than anything — tired. 

“reiner, you’re not your past.” your words cut him deeply. he leaned into your palm like if you moved, he would fall apart again, 

“you don’t know everything i’ve done”, he rasped, his voice cracking slightly. “if you did, you’d want to lea-"

“i know enough” you interrupted, firm but loving, daring him to disagree. “i know who you are when you’re with me.”

“i know how you hold back when you’re angry”

“how you look at me when you think i’m not watching”

“you protect people, reiner. even if you hate how you learned to do it.” 

tears came streaming out of his eyes again. his lip quivered, and his head felt heavier against your hands. 

you wiped his tears again. you kissed his cheek before standing up. reiner’s eyes shot up as you stood, looking like a wounded puppy. 

you stuck both hands out for him to grab. “come on big guy, you should come to bed” you smiled at him softly. 

he grabbed your hands and stood. you let him climb into bed first, crawling behind him. he didn’t resist when you spooned him. he clung to the warmth of your touch. 

now curled into your chest with his broad, muscular back into yours, you tucked your knees behind his legs and draped an arm around his waist. 

you could feel the slow, uneven rhythm of his breathing. it felt like he couldn’t convince himself that this was okay. that he could be soft. that he could be taken care of. 

you buried your face into the back of his neck, speaking softly against his skin, goosebumps rising. 

“i’m not going anywhere, reiner.”

“i don’t deserve this.” he said shyly. 

“you still have it” you reassured. 

the silence between you two was thick. not necessarily heavy. you could feel his breathing steady like every exhale was letting go of a little more fear. a little more self-loathing. a little more of the armor he wore just to survive. 

you tightened your arm and curled impossibly closer to his body. you kissed behind his ear, letting your breathing fall in time with his. his hand covered yours tightly as if to say thank you. as if to say “stay”. and you did. 

this is my first time writing for reiner and in the attack on titan universe! i love him so much, my damaged lover 😩.

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spin cycle: chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent

chapter one chapter two

in the beginning, i have toji's perspective going in third person and then switch back to reader narrating. we have a flashback from toji and then we're back to where we left off in chapter 2! enjoy!

about 2.3k words, kinda proofread

it was saturday morning, the morning after the t-shirt incident. megumi woke up cold and drained. he didn’t have your shirt on but he swears he remembers you saying he could keep it. he slowly got out a bed, heading into the kitchen.

toji sat on the couch, one hand slung over the couch, legs spread. usually in the mornings, megumi would say good morning and ramble about whatever dream he had the night before. today wasn’t a usual morning.

megumi headed straight for the kitchen, using his stool to climb onto the counters. he grabbed his usual bowl and his favorite cereal and got down. he grabbed the milk and made his breakfast all by himself. he knew how but he normally asked his dad to do it for him. not today. toji watched his son out the corner of his eye. 

megumi was quiet. way too quiet. not in the way that signals trouble. even when toji flipped the channel to megumi’s favorite cartoons, megumi didn’t watch or laugh. he just poked at his cereal, taking bites periodically. the silence in their home was deafening.

toji noticed. but he didn’t know what to say. but you did. you said everything megumi needed to hear. unfortunately for toji, he’d blamed you for helping. 

toji stood up from the couch, his heavy footsteps carrying him to the dining room table. megumi didn’t even look up, still swirling his cereal around with his spoon. toji sat across from him.

“eat your cereal” he muttered, pushing the bowl closer to megumi. it was mushy now, the milk making everything soggy.

megumi nodded and complied, too tired to complain. he politely ate his cereal, quiet as a mouse. a few minutes of silence passed. the only noise in the apartment was the hum of the tv and megumi’s spoon against the bowl. 

toji just watched megumi eat, feeling like saying a million things but nothing would come out.

“are you still mad at me?” megumi asked softly. so soft, toji had almost missed it.

toji blinked hard. “what?”

megumi’s hand were now in his lap. he was playing with his fingers, nervous for what would come next.

“you were mad at her.” toji had thought megumi was asleep, but it appears he wasn’t.

toji sighed through his nose and rubbed the back of neck. “it wasn’t like that buddy”. that nickname was reserved for only when toji knew he messed up and had to course correct.

megumi didn’t answer, but nodded slightly.

“i wasn’t mad at you. i wasn’t mad at her.” he tried again, a bit quieter this time. “i think i was mad at myself.”

megumi finally looked at his father. his eyes were red, dark purple circles forming around his under eyes. “because she was nice to me?” megumi cocked his head to the side, genuinely asking.

toji flinched at megumi’s question. “nah kid…it’s just” his voice trailed off. 

“it’s complicated.”

megumi nodded again. “i didn’t mean it like that. about her being my mom. i do want her to be my mom… that was…” megumi was searching for the word he dad had used often. “…dumb?”

toji looked at the ceiling, slouching just a bit in his chair. “you’re not dumb buddy. i know you’ve been wanting some like her around”

“do you think my mom would be mad?” megumi asked quietly. 

“nah, kid.” toji rubbed his tired eyes. “your mom wanted the best for you. hell, she’d probably like y/n too”

megumi smiled, just a small smile. “maybe she’ll forgive you.” toji wasn’t sure if megumi meant his mother or you. what’s the difference though? toji really knew how to screw his blessings. 

“don’t be mad at me, okay? ‘m sorry for getting upset.” toji started.

“it’s okay to feel stuff”. toji tried taking a page out of your book. 

“i’m not mad dad! i just don’t want to make you sad again”

toji cracked just a bit. megumi stood up from the table and crossed over to toji’s side, resting his head on his dad’s shoulder. “you’re a good kid, megs. y’know that?”

megumi seemed to regain a bit of his shiny personality and some of his confidence. “yes! I know!”. toji laughed.

and for the rest of the day, megumi watched cartoons. in megumi’s world, everything seemed okay again. in toji’s, storm clouds were rolling in. 

when the week began, toji had seen you leaving for work. you looked sad. 

although toji had only spoken to you just recently, he watched you around the apartment complex since you'd moved in. you were pretty but there was something about you that drew toji to you. you were quiet with shiny eyes and a bright smile. you always looked put together, hair done nicely, you work clothes without a wrinkle. 

one friday night when he was coming home with megumi, he noticed you in the laundry room. you were helping the elderly lady, smiling the whole way through. he decided that he’d take the washer next to you. and the next Friday after that, he took megumi with him to the laundry room and waited for you. and when you did show up, toji felt something. was it happiness? hope, maybe? 

he’d taken that smile from you. maybe he shouldn’t give himself so much credit, but it was undeniable; your light had dimmed. your clothes were wrinkled, hair done but not like usual. he saw you in the hallways, in the stairwells, and especially in the laundry room window.

most mornings that week, toji wanted to knock on your door, ready to apologize. his guilt was eating at him. but instead of knocking and talking to you, toji delved into his vices.

megumi was okay. he wasn’t upset with toji anymore. toji even let him skip school for the week. megumi didn’t like school, but at least he’s smart. maybe he was better off without that damned school. megumi could entertain himself.

toji began drinking, going out late, coming home even later, sometimes sporting a new bruise.

one night when toji was drinking, megumi asked, “dad, why do you come back so late?” 

“huh? it’s none of your business kid, you just play with your toys” toji slurred. 

megumi crossed his arms and turned away. just before megumi went to his room, toji called out. “if you’re here and by yourself, go to y/n’s place. she’ll take care of ya”. toji slouched back into the couch, passing out. megumi never told you about what his dad said.

so when you came to his door, a week after you last spoke, with megumi asleep in your arms, toji felt that hope again. 

but when he reacted in his own fashion, he saw you cry. his heart broke. he remembered a conversation he had with megumi’s mother that was eerily similar. calling him on his bullshit, telling him to fix his shit, or else. toji saw you for who you were then. his second chance, his next blessing.

you’d let toji pull you by your hand to his bedroom. you looked around. extremely bare except for the essentials, a bed and some other furniture. very different from megumi’s.

toji turned to face you. “i can get you a shirt and boxers to sleep in?” his hard exterior was faltering.

“sure!” you beamed at him.

you’d both changed for bed and crawled in. toji rested on his back and you faced him on your side, watching. several minutes passed before either of you spoke.

toji took a deep breath in. “he asked if you could be his new mom.” he exhaled shakily.

you didn’t know how to respond. you stayed quiet. 

“i think you’d be a good mom. despite everything i said to you.” toji admitted, scared of what was coming next. 

a minute or two passed.

“i lost my mom a few years ago” it was your turn to share. toji rolled on his side to watch you. 

“maybe i was trying to play mom to megumi. i-i know i shouldn’t have. i just kept thinking about what she’d do” a tear rolled down your face. 

“you didn’t do anything wrong. i just-" a loud sigh came from him. “i just don’t know what to do with help. i’ve been alone my whole life, then i had something good, and then it was taken from me” he laid on his back again. an arm thrown over his eyes. 

you sat up, scooting closer. “keeping megumi at arms length, trying to push me away, won’t change what’s meant to be yours.” you played with your fingers, worried you were crossing into boundaries you didn’t want to upset. you continued anyways. 

“when you lose someone, you can’t pretend it didn’t happen. you have to just kinda carry it with you.”

toji moved his arm, really looking at you. you saw a tear running down his face. you wiped it away with a soft hand. 

“you don’t have to carry it alone.” and with that, you slumped down next to him. and for the first time, toji believed you. believed you were right. 

you fell asleep not sure if you’d changed him or changed his mind.

the next morning, you woke up, the light of the morning stinging your eyes. you felt a strong arm around your middle section and toji pressed into your back. for the first time in a while, you were content. 

you slowly moved out of toji’s grasp, trying to not wake him. you grabbed your things, and left a note on the counter for toji. i’m not leaving forever, i’ll be back.

at your apartment, you wrapped up your mom’s shirt for megumi and showered, taking a bit of extra time to shave and smell good. 

the sun felt like it shined brighter than before. 

—

back at toji’s place, he felt the loss of you. how the weight of the bed only dipped under him and not under you. he felt defeated, a stark contrast from last night. 

he sat at the edge of the bed, head hung low. he felt his stomach grumble, hungry and just slightly hung over, all his drinking during the week catching up with him. 

in the kitchen, he tried throwing together some coffee when he saw your note. he let out a breath like he’d been holding it forever. megumi, half asleep walked out of his room. “dad, what’s wrong?” he asked rubbing his eyes.

“oh nothing kid.” he lied. megumi asked where you’d gone.

“not sure, she said she’ll be back." he paused. "you believe her?” toji asked.

“mhm! she always comes back!"

and you sure did. with a knock at toji’s door, megumi ran to open it. you looked beautiful. you weren’t wearing anything special but something about the effect you had on them both made you beautiful, even more than you already were.

toji just stood in the kitchen staring, not trusting his own words. megumi hugged your legs again, almost knocking you over. you laughed and rubbed his back, one hand behind you holding his present. 

when you stepped in, you eyed toji. he was still holding your note. a slight pink tint was showing on his cheeks. he put the note down.

“okay megumi. i have a present for you.” you said suspiciously.

megumi bounced excitedly. “okayokayokayokayokayokay let me see”. you laughed at his excitement.

you handed him the shirt he stole from you earlier. megumi wasn’t sure to do with it. you spoke seriously. “it was my mom’s. i think she’d want you to have it.”

megumi stood, still not moving. “take it kid!”

“i’m not a kid!”

megumi took it from you and ran into his room to change. while he was gone, you walked over to toji, stopping just a few inches short of him. he smelled like coffee and cologne. “i came back” you said shyly. 

“you did. had me scared for a second when i woke up alone.”

“oh yeah I just wanted to shower. but i am keeping your clothes. s’only fair since megumi stole mine.” you shrugged, joking.

toji smiled at you. you shooed him away from the stove. “i’ll make breakfast, you and megumi shower”. 

after showers, toji knocked at megumi’s door. a tiny voice yelled “come in!”. megumi was wearing your shirt with his favorite shorts, but nobody could tell he was wearing pants. “looks good on you”, megumi grinned and plopped down on his bed.

“i need your help”. megumi raised his eye brow, ready to negotiate. 

when you called them for breakfast, the both came out of megumi’s room, the smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes filled the air.

megumi and toji didn’t waste a second before digging in, making you laugh. you never realized how similar the two boys were; physically and in personality.

toji had walked away for some reason, giving megumi a look. toji went into his bedroom, watching just behind the door. 

“pssssstttt!!! y/n”.

you raised your eyebrow at him. megumi was whispering. “my dad said if you go on a date with him he’ll get me a bunny… no pressure.” you but your lip trying not to smile. “i think he’s in love with you or something”

toji walked out, absolutely mortified. he gently smacked megumi’s forehead, “that’s not how it was supposed to go brat” he gritted his teeth in his ear. 

“can i have a bunny and ice cream?” he asked sweetly.

“hell no, you ruined the plan!”

it was your turn to smack toji’s forehead. “having a child doing your bidding for you? wow…” you rolled your eyes

megumi piped up. “please y/n!! i want a bunny!”

“don’t do it for the bunny. do it for me doll” toji begged. 

you laughed. toji caged megumi in with his arms, kissing his forehead. you watched the two before you, okay with how everything turned out.

actually, more than okay with how it turned out.

thank god for spilled detergent. 

omgggg it's done lfgggg, this was definitely harder than i thought it'd be but i'm glad i started it! hopefully i can start the next serious soon! lmk if i should continue this specific story!

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dividers by @chilumitos

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spin cycle: chapter 2 - missing threads

chapter one - delicates and disasters

chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent

fairly angsty, good ending! hoping to add another chapter or two to this! i know it seems like things are moving fast, but 'tis a short story so!

warnings/notes: some swearing, mentions of death, megumi is so cute. proofread to the best of my abilities. i write late at night...my eyes don't move as fast as i type.

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a few more knocks sounded and you rushed to the door. 

you opened it. 

toji with a scowl. megumi was crying. and in your shirt. in your mom’s shirt. 

your eyes adjusted to the hallway light, you blinked a few times. you first took in toji. you watched his chest rise and fall faster and then it slowed as he watched your sleepy frame. his eyes raked downwards. your sleep shirt was way too long and toji wasn’t sure if you were wearing pants or not. 

toji covered megumi’s eyes quickly. he raised an eyebrow at you. even half asleep and eyes barely adjusted, you whispered to him. “i’m wearing shorts asshole”

he uncovered megumi’s eyes. you heard a few sniffles. once your eyes adjusted, you knew it wasn’t toji. a few more sniffles came from below. 

megumi was in your shirt and was crying. your eyebrows knitted together in concern. you compartmentalized the scene in front of you. megumi crying was your first priority, then toji’s feelings, then your shirt. that was using your degree. 

“oh megumi, what’s wrong? did you have a bad dream?”

“no he didn’t.” he said coldly. “he has something to say to you.”

you stuck your hands out to pick megumi up. megumi looked at his father, who wasn’t looking at him, but at you. you wiggled your fingers for him to come to you. he walked through the threshold your door with unsure footsteps. you reached forward and scooped him up swiftly. he wrapped his tiny legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. you felt his tears immediately soak your shirt. 

when you turned with megumi in your hands, toji invited himself in, closing the door behind him quietly. you paced between your living room and kitchen, bouncing slightly megumi hoping to calm him. 

toji sat on the barstools at your counter, his weight making them creak in the quiet room. he watched you with megumi. 

once megumi had calmed down, you stroked his hair. 

“umm…i-i’m really sor-sorry for taking y-your shirt. i just really liked it. i kn-know i shouldn’t have stolen it.”

megumi tilted his head, a fresh set of tears wetting another spot on your t-shirt. “if you don’t want to be my friend anymore, i-i get it”. megumi hiccuped a few times between words. 

you felt your heart break at his words. you pressed his head into your shoulder softly. you rested your head on his. one tear escaping your eye. 

“megumi, it’s okay you don’t have to cry, honey” you whispered. 

“i did something wrong” he argued with a sad voice. 

you moved megumi in your arms so he could look in your eyes. he hugged himself but couldn’t meet your eyes. that was okay. 

“stealing isn’t okay, yeah?” megumi nodded softly, wiping a tear with the back of his hand. 

“i know you didn’t do it to hurt my feelings. but you can’t steal something just because you like it, okay? if you’d asked, i probably would’ve let you have it anyway” you said honestly. 

megumi looked up at you with tired, sad eyes. a tiny glint of hope his eyes. “really?” megumi had the cutest voice, your heart broke even more than before. 

“duh. you’re my new best friend!” you smiled. he rested his head on your chest. 

“you tired?”

“mhm”. you carried megumi into your room, grabbed the biggest pillow you had and walked back into the living room. you gave megumi to toji in the kitchen. toji’s anger had subsided just a bit. you heard him speaking lowly with megumi. a big hand rustled his hair and megumi giggled just a little. 

“okay megumi, here’s your bed!” you announced proudly. a light pink pillow and a purple throw blanket made up his “bed”. you assumed megumi would make a comment about it being girly, but surprisingly? he just walked over and passed out. 

you walked back over to the kitchen where toji was. “i know you should be sleeping right now, but do you want some coffee?” 

“sure, doll, why not”. you shuddered a bit at the pet name. 

as you started up your coffee machine, you could hear toji shifting on his barstool uncomfortably. 

“you’re not his mom”. toji said pointedly. 

you paused. “he said he wants you to be his mom”. 

“i-i’m not trying to be his mom, he’s just a good kid” you tried explaining. 

“you know he’s not your responsibility. you’re not his mom” he said again. “you act like it”. 

you felt yourself getting upset with him, forgoing making the coffee. you looked him dead in the eyes. “he was crying, toji. what did you want me to do? just walk away?”

toji looked away, his jaw tight. “he cries. kids cry. doesn’t mean you have to step in like you know him.”

you scoffed. turning your back to him. “maybe i don’t know him, but i knew enough to stay with him” you bit back underneath your breath.  

he heard you. toji stood to his full height. he walked up behind you, his shadow over your body. maybe to intimidate you, maybe not.

“you think i don’t care?” he asked quietly, but pointedly. 

you turned around to face him. you craned your neck to meet his gaze. “i think you’re scared he needs more than you’re ready to give. and i think you’re scared it won’t be enough.” 

he closed the distance between you two. you didn’t back down. “you think you’re doing him a favor. you’re not.”

“you aren’t his mom. he’s gonna think you’ll stick around and you won’t.” 

you tried arguing with him, but he walked away. “you don’t know that. you don’t even know me”. he took your shirt off of megumi, careful not to wake him. 

“toji, stop. you can’t just do that.”

he placed the shirt on the arm rest of the couch. picking up megumi. he started walking to the door. 

“stop acting like i’m doing something wrong!” you tried fighting, grabbing at his shirt. your words land sharp in his head. he still ignored you. you felt your voice raising but didn’t want to upset megumi.

“do you think it’s better if he cries and nobody comes to him? a child needs-"

toji turned to you fast, almost knocking you off balance. he got in your face, the faint scent of cologne and detergent hitting your nose. 

“you don’t know a damn thing about what he needs. degree or not, y/n”. he waited for your response. when you didn’t respond, eyes wide, mouth open. he scoffed in your face, turned and walked out of your home. 

you stewed for a bit. how condescending. how rude. you only had good itentions. you weren’t trying to be his mom. 

right?

you’re not trying to be the parent you don’t have anymore. 

right?

your head swam with rambling thoughts bringing on a migraine. you went to bed, heart heavy. 

you called on your mom. “i don’t know what to do…”. you picked up her shirt and hugged it close to your chest.

it’d been a week.

on friday, you did your laundry. you’d hope to see toji and megumi, but you didn’t. you were met with stale pastries, eating them to appease your neighbor. 

you’d gone to work at the county. you watched orphan kids, tried setting them up with families; sometimes you were successful, other times you weren’t.

every kid reminded you of megumi. every cup of coffee reminded you of toji. especially the conversation you’d had — or tried to have. 

all week you’d just gone through the motions. your morning routine. work. three meals a day. shower. sleep. repeat. 

you always knew you had to be able to detach yourself from the children you met through your job. you expected a few to get past the boundary you set. you never thought your neighbor’s kid to have the biggest impact on you. 

it was a saturday morning. you didn’t have work. but you didn’t have anything to look forward to. no real friends to do anything with. 

you settled on your couch, hoping your comfort shows would distract you when you heard a soft knock at your door. “who could it be?” you thought to yourself. 

you looked through your peephole but didn’t see anybody. ding dong ditched maybe?

you opened the door to look down the hallway when, “miss y/n! do you remember me?” a young voice asked you. 

it was megumi!

you were happy but you were immediately concerned at the situation. “megumi, where’s your dad? why are you by yourself?”

he hugged your legs and answered. “he’s still sleeping.”

“okay okay, come in, you can sit on the couch” you said sweetly. 

megumi walked over to your couch. he sat down in  the spot he fell asleep in a week ago, his purple blanket still there. 

you sat down across from him, megumi’s feet dangling off the couch. 

“you know you shouldn’t leave your home without your dad.”

“mmmm yes i know. i’ve been bored all week”, he crossed his arms, sporting a pout. 

“well, how was school? did you make new friends? do anything fun?”

“oh i didn’t go to school last week, i just stayed home and played with my toys”. your eye twitched. you mentally noted this to bring up to toji when you caught his sorry ass next. neglectful. 

“megumi that’s not good, you need to go to scho-", you stopped yourself, remembering toji’s words. 

“you don’t know about a damn thing he needs”

“mmm, okay! well, maybe next week right? where’s dad been?” you asked, trying not to set off any alarms in your own head or megumi’s. 

“i don’t really know. he leaves a lot, but then he comes back! i just play with my toys, or sometimes my dogs, or just watch tv” he said innocently. you eye twitched harder. you swore it made a noise. 

“wow buddy. that’s…something!”, you smiled, maybe a little scarily. “okay and what about mom?”

“oh i don’t have a mom”, megumi admitted casually. your eyes went wide. maybe that’s why you took to him so much. you pressed your lips into a flatline, trying not to show any negative emotion, a skill you'd picked up recently from working.

“ah. right. sorry, i didn’t mean to-”. you felt awkward even though he was only six. 

“that’s okay. dad told me a while ago. i kept asking about it and i think he got mad at me.”

your mouth twisted into a frown. “he said she died. she’s in heaven.” megumi kept smiling, like what he was saying was no big deal. 

your mouth moved before your brain could stop you. “my mom is in heaven too”, you shrugged your shoulders. “i miss her sometimes”.

“that’s okay y/n. maybe my mom and your mom can hangout like we are”, megumi giggled at his own comment, you laughed too. 

“i think she didn’t like dad very much”. 

you poked megumi in his side. “don’t say that kid”. he giggled again. 

you and megumi hung out for the rest of the day. you built pillow and blanket forts, played games, until megumi was wore out. 

“alright dude, let’s get you back where you should be”.

megumi had fallen asleep in your arms on your way to toji’s apartment. it was dark outside.

you knocked once. no response. 

you knocked again. no response. you were starting to get ticked off. 

you knocked a third time and the door flung open. a drunk toji stood in the door way, one arm on the door, the other on the doorframe. 

you turned your nose up at scent of the man in front of you, pushing past him. “where’s megumi’s room?” you asked. you were pissed. 

toji closed the door, pointing a weak thumb to the left. 

megumi’s room was surprisingly colorful. comic books and toys everywhere. it was neat too. maybe you judged toji to harshly? 

no. you didn’t. 

you tucked megumi into bed, rubbing his back and cooed him to sleep. he fell asleep with a smile. you smiled at him one last time. 

when you turned away from him, a scowl replaced the grin that had graced your face two seconds ago. walking out of the room, you spotted toji on the couch, damn near half asleep, drunk off his ass. you ran your eyes over the layout of his apartment. the same as yours, the model just a flipped version of yours. 

you stood in front of the tv, staring toji down. “ah jeez princess, you’re blocking my v-" 

“shut up” you said lowly. it was quiet but enough for toji to listen. 

toji sat forward, elbows on his knees, his fingers cording through his hair.

“tch. what is it now?”

you didn’t move. didn’t yell. 

“you left a six year old alone for a week. that’s neglect y’know?” your lips were pressed in a straight line. you took several steps forward. toji looked up and you looked down at him. 

he stared at you. his brow knit, like he wanted to defend himself. he tried to remember. nothing came. 

you pressed forward, a finger pressing into his chest. “you don’t answer your door. he’s not going to school. you’re getting drunk, sleeping in, coming home late.”

toji grabbed your wrist, a light grip, like he wanted to stop you. but he didn’t.

a tear rolled down your cheek. “i don’t care how fucked up you are. he is six”, you choked out. you pressed him hard enough that his back hit the couch. he wouldn’t meet your eyes, he slumped lower. 

“i didn’t ask you to play hero. didn’t ask you to play house. didn’t ask you to be his savior.” he finally found the strength to straighten his spine. he started sobering up.

“no you didn't, but he did.” toji tried standing up, you pushed him down again. 

“he came to me. because you weren’t there. and when you were, you really weren’t”

silence. 

you felt anger bubble in his stomach. “you’re lucky. my god. you’re so damn lucky he came to me and not someone else.” you were furious. 

toji groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “jesus christ, you like act like you're a fuckin’-"

you rolled your arms, flailing your arms in exasperation. “oh, what? like a mom?”

“don’t worry. i’m not” you bit at him, taking a step back. another tear down your cheek. 

toji tried butting in, but you wouldn’t let him. 

“nobody is coming to save him. that much is clear.”

that got him. the twitch in his jaw, the flicker in his half-drunk eyes. 

you moved further away, toji watching you. he wanted to stop you — he did. you wanted to stay. you weren’t going to be a stranger. you were going to stay. at least for megumi, but selfishly, he wanted you too. 

“the next time he shows up at my door, alone. i will call someone. i don’t care”. you were tired, not even angry anymore. 

you turned and walked away. toji stumbled as he stood, grabbing your wrist. “y/n wait”.

your back was still turned. you tried steadying your breathing. more tears formed in your eyes. toji gently tugged your wrist, the anger he felt earlier, gone. “look, i’m not good at this kinda thing”.

you turned around to meet his bloodshot eyes. yours were red with tears. “i know i messed up” he continued, “left him alone too long. didn’t think he go running off like that”, he sighed like the world’s heaviest weight was lifted off his shoulder. “that’s on me”

you paused for a moment. you shook off toji’s grip on your wrist. he felt heavier. 

but you took his hand in yours. soft against his calloused hand. “he told me about his mom” you said gently. 

toji flinched. just slightly, but you caught it. he exhaled through his nostrils, his shoulders tensing slightly. “she died giving birth to him”. 

“oh”

you didn’t know what to say. you and toji just stood in silence. you’d think it would uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. it felt like, for once, toji wasn’t putting on a front. 

“i know i haven’t been father of the year” he admitted bitterly. “but i really, really, didn’t mean to leave him alone. i didn’t mean to drag you into it either”. 

you looked at him now — really looked at him. you squeezed his hand firmly. “you didn’t drag me into anything. he came to me.”

toji gave a crooked, almost sad smile. the scar on his mouth stretching alongside his expression. 

“kid’s got good taste i guess”. 

you laughed, the rest of the tears you were holding onto spilling. toji caught them with his strong hands, thumbs pressing into your face. 

“way to ruin the moment, you old fuck” you punched his chest. a few seconds passed.

“you always give a good performance like that to those parents at the county?” he asked seriously.

“like what?”

“like you know it all. like you just see through people?” he said unsure of himself.

“only the ones who think they’re invisible. or the ones who think what they doesn’t hurt anybody else”

he chuckled, quiet and tired. “yeah, maybe i deserve that”

“oh you definitely do” you joked. 

“doesn’t mean you can’t fix it”

“are you gonna let me try?” he asked seriously. 

you paused, thinking. 

“that depends. you planning on staying this time?”

for a while, you helped toji tidy up his place. pushing chairs in, throwing things away.

“i’ll come back in the morning to make breakfast for you two.” you said, breaking out of toji’s grasp. 

“or you could just stay?” he paused, panicking for a second. “u-uh because megumi would probably like that.”

you bit you lip trying to stifle a quiet laugh. “are you sure for him or for you?” you pried further. 

“you know you want me, too” he said teasingly. 

“i never said that”, you dragged out never to get your point across. as well as you saw toji, he saw through you too. two big grabbed your waist, toji pulling you closer to him. 

he looked at your lips then back at your eyes. you were staring at him, small smile playing at your features. “so…are you gonna…?”, you rolled your eyes.

“maybe if you’d shut up for a second”

toji gently pressed his lips against yours, craning his neck down to meet you. you raised on your tip toes, arms wrapped around his neck. 

toji deepened the kiss, one hand pressed against the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. 

you broke the kiss. toji, a grown man, six feet and two inches, whined as you backed away. 

“hey i’m still mad at you” you pouted. 

“okay. i’ll make it up to you.” you raised your eyebrows looking for more from him. 

“aaaaannnnd memgumi. tomorrow?”

you smiled. “you’re still gonna stay right?” he asked. 

“yeah, just don’t try anything funny, weirdo”. 

“no promises”. 

chapter one - delicates and disasters

okay guys, wrapping this up hopefully by the end of the week! how do we feel about it?? i hope you love it <3, this is the first time i've written longer fics

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dividers by @chilumitos