#Audibly gasped when I saw this and I still yell!!! Its going into my folder of precious things!!!

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i lov you i always get so happy when i see notifs from your blog!!! couldnt resist drawinf kittycat

KITTYCAT!!!!!!!

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Happy Birthday, sunflowerslyf!

Happy Birthday, @sunflowerslyf​! We hope you’re having a wonderful day so far, and that the quarantine situation isn’t cramping your party style too much! To keep your party going, @ally147writes​ has written a story just for you!

AN: Happy Birthday @sunflowerslyf! I’ve actually had this drabble kicking in my unfinished folder for... I don’t know, about two years now? Thank you for giving me the reason I needed to finally finish it off!

Rated M for language, and maybe possible TW for spiders...

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The scream curdles his soul, piercing enough to lance straight through him to rend his heart in two.

 “Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

 He sprints from the kitchen, the bowl of half-mixed pancake batter toppling to the ground with a mighty crash. Fuck it. He’ll clean it up later. Or maybe never. Who knows — hell, who cares? A door slams somewhere and a disjointed knock thumps on his front door, but he ignores it. It sounds a million miles away, anyway. Whoever it is can damn well wait.

“Sophie?” he calls as he darts through the apartment’s narrow hallways, knocking framed prints off the walls where he falls into them. He tries to calm his breaths, but he only ends up gasping. He swallows back the rising bile and calls out again, “Sophie? Where are you?”

 “B-bathroom!” his daughter warbles back.

 His mind races through every possibility as he stumbles towards the bathroom: she slipped; she broke her arm; she’s bleeding out on the edge of the tub; she’s somehow managed to bring the railing of the shower down, glass and all, even though she’s nowhere near tall enough to reach it.

 He turns the narrow corner and throws the bathroom door open. There, he finds his daughter pressed tight against the sink, her tiny face blotched all different shades of red, stained with tear tracks that don’t look like they’re stopping anytime soon.

 “Soph?” he asks, crouching before her. His hands go to her cheeks, checking every inch of her over for wounds, marks, any indication of anything that might have happened. So far, nothing. No graze, scratch, or cut. “Bunny?” he whispers, brushing her wispy blonde fringe from her face. “What’s wrong? Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

 “Spider,” she cries, loud enough to ring sharp in his ears. “Huge.”

 “Spider?” He pulls back, frowning. Granted, his daughter isn’t the most adventurous little girl that’s ever graced the planet, but a spider? She’s had more adverse reactions to moths. “Where?”

 She points a trembling finger towards the bathtub, where a pile of towels lay in a twisted heap. “Under there.”

 He glances between the towels and the corner where Sophie is now trying to melt into the wall.

 He reaches into the tub, grasps the towels in a great handful, lifts them, and —

 “Holy shit!”

 It’s the size of a rodent. Maybe bigger, brown-black with beady little eyes that glow in the bathroom’s fluorescent light and nasty, fuzzy legs. Peeta leaps back and lands flat on his ass as it scuttles from one side of the tub to the other with audible little taps on the plastic.

 Fuck that.

 Fuck. That.

 “Daddy!” Sophie screeches as she tugs at his sleeve. “Get rid of it!”

 “I know, Soph, I know. I just…” He lets out a ragged breath, hurls the towels back into the tub and herds Sophie out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. He leans against the door and lets out a long, low breath. How the hell did a spider that size make its way to their twelfth-story walk-up, anyway?

 “You were right, Soph.” He swallows, lets out another huge breath. “Huge spider.”

 “You gonna get rid of it?”

 “It’s bigger than my hands,” he says, holding one up. Damn, he’s shaking now. He shoves it back in his pocket and curls it into a tight fist, like he could bop the spider out of existence. “And I don’t think we have any cups big enough to catch it. I don’t even know how to catch it.”

 Sophie sniffs, wiping her snotty nose across the back of her pyjama-clad arm. He’s about to admonish her when her next words steal the wind from his sails:

 “What about Miss Katniss?”

 “Katniss?” He coughs, maybe a little too quickly, but the subtleties (or lack thereof) of his on-going crush on their neighbour are lost on his little girl.

 He clears his throat and goes on, less like a moron, he hopes, “What, uh… what about Miss Katniss?”

 Sophie shrugs. “She collects bugs and stuff. I saw when she watched me last time.”

 “She does study bugs and stuff,” Peeta confirms. Having a dedicated entomologist as a neighbour might have freaked him out of she wasn’t so perfect. “But I don’t know if she likes massive spiders, too.”

 Another frantic knock rattles against his front door. Right… there’s someone there.

 “Hold that thought, Bunny.”

 He takes Sophie’s hand and together they leave the spider and the bathroom far, far behind. The knocks bleed together into one long, constant thump.

 “I’m coming,” he calls as they near, but the knocks don’t slow. He sighs and nudges Sophie over to kitchen table, where her pencils and crayons are still strewn about even though he asked her a thousand times to tidy them up before dinner.

 He tugs the door open and just about falls over again at the sight before him.

 “Katniss?”

 “Peeta!” she exclaims, her hand braced high against the doorframe. “I don’t… I heard screaming, and — is everything all right?”

 “Uh…” He wipes a hand across his forehead, and it comes away damp with sweat. “Fine, I think.”

 “Fine?” She quirks a brow at him. “What’s going on?”

 “Uh, you don’t know how to catch spiders, do you?”

 She blinks at him. “Spiders?”

 He glances back through his apartment and shudders, as though the spider’s grown opposable thumbs and managed the bathroom door on its own. “There’s, uh… a disgustingly big one in my bathtub. Those screams you heard? Our shock and terror.”

 “Ah.” She smiles, and he swears the world stops for a moment. “How big?”

 “Bigger than my hand.”

 “Sounds like a flamethrower might be a better bet.”

 “And burn down the entire apartment building?”

 “Everyone will understand when you explain. You do have large hands, after all.”

 He blushes, but so does she so it’s not as awkward as he thought it would be. She smiles at him again, just the barest little quirk of her lips, and it’s enough to send his heart into overdrive.

 “Hi, Miss Katniss,” Sophie pipes up, like a hot knife straight through the moment, whatever the moment was.

 “Hello, Miss Sophie,” Katniss calls back. She steps past him, pausing by the dinner table. He shuts the door behind her and tries to play it cool. Whatever that means.

 “You gonna catch the spider?”

 “I’m gonna try. Do you have a box I can use?”

 Without missing a beat, Sophie grabs the shoebox holding her colouring supplies and dumps them out over the table. Peeta swallows a cry. That table is mahogany!

 “Will this be okay?” she asks, blinking innocently.

 “I think it’ll work just fine,” Katniss says solemnly.

 She takes the box. Peeta gestures for her to follow him down the hall, where they come to a stop before the closed bathroom door. Peeta leans his forehead against it and sighs.

 “Good luck.”

 Katniss lets out a huffy sort of laugh. “You’re gonna have to move out of the way if you want me to get rid of it.”

 He sighs again and steps to the side. “May God or whatever else you pray to be with you in this difficult time.”

 She snorts. “I don’t need any of that.”

 She inches the door open, shoots him a quick, lightning kind of grin, and shuts it behind her. He presses his ear against the door and listens…

 There’s a clatter and a great, “Ah-hah!”, before she reopens the door with the box held tight in her hands.

 “Oh, my God,” he breathes. “You caught it?”

 “Yeah. Wasn’t a problem. She’s definitely big, but she’s pretty docile, actually.”

 “You’re a lifesaver.”

 She smirks. “Not exactly. This lady might deliver a nasty bite, but she’s not a venomous sort.”

 “What will you do with it?”

 “There’s some nice forest behind the university where I work. I’ll let her out there tomorrow.”

 He runs a hand through his hair and snags it on a wild tangle at the back. Hmm. Attractive.

 “How can I repay you?”

 “Well…” she starts slowly. “You could take me to dinner sometime, if you wanted?”

 Something in his brain short-circuits. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

 Her cheeks flush. “Oh, God, have I read this all wrong?” She shakes her head and hugs the spider box closer to her chest. “This is humiliating,” she mutters.

 “No!” he yells. “You didn’t read anything wrong, I just… no, I mean yes — I mean, I would love to take you out for dinner sometime.”

  “Or I could have dinner here, with Sophie, too,” she offers, “if you can’t find a sitter.”

 “No offense to my daughter, but for our first date, I’d rather it just be us.”

 She smiles, and his brain breaks again. “Yeah, I think I’d like that, too.”

 There’s this sweet moment where they’re just staring at each other with the dopiest smiles on their faces. Peeta hasn’t felt like this in… ever, he doesn’t think. Never has he ever had this stupid romance movie moment in real life, but he reckons he could get used to it, and pretty fast, too, if Katniss is going to be the one he’s sharing it with.

 If only she gets that fucking spider out of his house right now.

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Secret baby chapter 4

(I broke my laptop so I'm posting this from mobile and cant hide anything under a cut for a short post, sorry.)

“How did it go?” Fuyumi is waiting for him when she gets home, nearly pouncing on him before the door is fully shut. Touya hesitates and he almost tells her the truth. That he’s taking his baby and running as far as he can, that he's going to build a new life, a safe life. But the more people he tells, the more likely Enji will find out. No. It's safer, for everyone, because if Enji suspects that Fuyumi knows anything he'll hurt her, if he just goes. He’s been planning on running away for a long time, it's time he actually did it. For his safety and his baby’s.

“We decided it was best to abort.” He squares his shoulders and looks her in the eye. The same lie passing his lips for the second time. He wishes it was easier this time.That the thought of abortion didn't make his stomach roll and his eyes water. He already loves this child more than anything. The lie is bitter, but the risk of his child coming to harm because he didn't lie is enough to send panic sparking like fire in his heart. 

“Do you want me to come with?” Fuyumi asks and she, well she sounds half relieved and not at all surprised. Touya knows why. Abortion would be the ‘smart’ thing to do right now. 

He doesn't have an alpha to help him.

Or an understanding mother.

Or a father.

He’s a young omega alone ,with a history of bad parenting and anger issues in his family, about to become a pregnant runaway.

Nothing about this is smart, He doesn't care. He’s going to try his damndest to make this work.

“I don’t want to do it alone and I can’t ask the father.” He nods, because while it would be easier to tell her no, he doesn't want her coming, it would also be too far out of character. She'd suspect something was up.

“I thought you both made the decision is he really going to leave you to do this alone?” Fuyumi sits on the edge of his bed, frowning. She's confused… but there's a hint of anger there too, if his alpha had abandoned him to abort their baby alone. Touya isn’t allowed to make nests so he’d made do with burrowing under his comforter. From what he’s heard a nest is something omega’s make for comfort and stress relief. Most omega’s make one when their instincts tell them they are safe enough. Touya’s never seen Rei have one either. He is going to have to learn for his baby. Maybe there's a library, with those self help books?

“We did. Enji got brought up and he defended him. I don’t want anything to do with him anymore. It was… it was my choice." His voice breaks there, and he doesn't bother trying to hide it.Fuyumi says nothing when he starts crying while cradling his stomach, but her hand rests on his shoulder, and he takes the comfort she offers gratefully. 

She ends up accompanying him to a clinic the next day. He’s told that he’s 4 months along and already has the start of a bump.

He’s got maybe a month before he can’t hide it anymore. He doesn't want to think about what Rei or Enji will say if they notice.

“Has anyone gone over your options with you?” His nurse asks him as she shows him into a private room.

“Kind of and I k-know, that this is dumb,increadibly dumb, but I want to keep them.” He barely gets the words out to the nurse but he does. They sound too quiet. Barely audible. 

“It’s not dumb-” she starts talking in a voice as soft as Touya was using.

“I can’t stay at home and have them, and the father, he thinks I’m getting an abortion.” Touya can’t bring himself to look at the nurse. Staring hard at the floor and trying not to remember the look on Hawks face. 

What if Hawks was here with him instead? He would probably let him hold his hand. Pump out sothing alpha hormones to calm Touya’s fear, like he did after a nightmare. If he wanted to be here at all. If Touya had admitted what he wanted, if Hawks hadn’t told Enji in excitement and gotten him killed or worse at home.

He can’t face Hawks’s anger if he goes back and comes clean. It does no good to wish for something else; he can’t risk his baby now.

“You’ve got a couple weeks until you start showing. We can help you. Does the young lady that came with you know that you're keeping your baby?” The Nurse started looking through some papers on the wall and putting them into a folder. She phrases it like Touya can have anything he wants. Says he’s keeping the baby just because he said he wanted to.

They talk some more about Touya’s options. Adoption is brought up and Touya hesitates but it's not what he truly wants. He turns adoption down and lets himself start believing he can keep his baby. The clinic manages to fit him in for an ultrasound same day and gives him the news that he’s having a baby girl.

Touya cries at the sight of her. He already loves her.

He’s still crying when he meets Fuyumi back out in the waiting room.

“Are you going to be okay,Touya?” she rubs his back.

 Later she helps him dye his hair black.

“I need a change, to keep my mind off her” is what Touya tells her. It’s the first step in his plan to get as far away as he can.

“Her? You got to find out the gender first?” Fuyumi gives Touya a concerned look.

They are alone again. Natsou getting a librarian's help today in filling out applications for highschools far enough away that he has to board.

Rei hasn’t been in the same room as him except for tense ‘family’ dinners since she had found the tests. Touya had tried to pull her aside for a moment when he came back from the clinic and told her that it was taken care of. She hadn’t responded and Touya hadn’t mentioned it again. He hadn’t spoken to her again.

“Yeah, I was far enough along, 4 months so I would have started showing soon. I asked for an ultrasound so I knew first.” He gives his twin a tiny smile. He wishes he could take his sibling’s with him. Raise his baby with free babysitting and her aunts and uncles doting on her every possible minute. Instead he’s dying his hair black while Enji is gone on business. By the time Enji is supposed to be home he’s going to be gone.

Hair dyed and looking nothing like the Touya Todoroki his father last saw,with his new hair and several new piercings and some baby weight, He gets started on finding an apartment close to the clinic.

He could choose one further but he doesn't want to risk finding a different nurse. Or a clinic as willing to hide him as this one has been. His father's influence can spread far and then nowhere will be safe.

He finds a cheap one with a landlord that doesn't ask too many questions.It takes almost a week and he’s anxious about Enji coming home early the entire time.He lies on the application about everything, starting with his name. The landlord must not have ever checked it over because a week later he’s meeting the building manager in person and being given a set of keys.

He buys small things with enji’s credit card and has them sent to the apartment instead of the house. Rei avoids him and he can’t help but be thankful. She would be able to smell the pregnancy and unlike Fuyumi he wouldn't be able to just brush it off as leftover hormones still, almost a full month later.

“You're still getting sick, Touya” Natsou points out one night. He’s rubbing Touya’s back as he gasps in air over the toilet.

“It’s okay Natsou. I promise I'm okay.” He stands up and flushes the mess . rinsing his mouth out for what feels like the 50th time that day.

“You’d tell me if you were sick right? Like sicker than normal?”

“It’s an omega thing Nat, I’m not sick.” he wraps Natsou in a hug. His younger alpha brother quickly outgrowing him doesn't bother him for once.Fuck. his brother thinks he’s dying and he can't reassure him. Can’t risk his baby girl like that. He cries into Natsou’s shoulder and excuses it as his hormones are out of whack.

Everyone piles into his room that night and sleeps on Touya’s bed. It’s his last night at home and he’s so scared that his scent breaks through his blockers. It happens often enough that the Todoroki siblings take it as a sign that they need to be extra close with Touya. He lays awake most of the night trying to control his breathing and watching over his younger siblings for the last time. He truly doesn't want to leave them with enji but he doesn't have a choice if he doesn't want to lose the baby girl growing inside him to a beating or “training”.

The next morning he skips school for the last time and goes home to grab the bag he’s been adding to for years.

Rei is home of course but she stays in her room. She’s never come out to yell at Touya about skipping school.Touya doesn't bother to seek her out now to say goodbye.

He leaves his house key and factory reset cell phone on the table and walks out for the last time. 

He is never coming back. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done when he leaves but he does.

He’s ready to leave,or as ready as He’s ever going to be. He can’t hide his baby bump much longer.

The morning he moves into his apartment Touya buys himself a bed and the baby a crib. He almost tries to shove up the apartment stairs himself despite being 5 months pregnant now.

“Wait! Where’s your alpha? Can’t you wait until he gets home to get these up the stairs?”

“Don’t have one.” Tou-Dabi mumbles. Dabi is the name on the apartment lease and what he’s been telling everyone to call him. Dabi with no family name and no family.

“Dabi right? What about friends? There's no way I'm letting a pregnant omega carry stuff up by themselves.” The movers looked shocked that he would have them leave the furniture for him to move himself.

“Unless you two want to carry it up for me i'm just going to have to suck it up and do it myself.” Dabi glares at them. Dabi goes to grab a corner of a box and move it up the stairs himself. 5 month baby belly be damend. Its not like anyone is around to help him, he has to do this himself or it won’t get done.

“Penguin, get over here and help me take this upstairs and put it together. Law will understand and I'll tell him when we get back.” The two movers make quick and easy work out of setting the beds up for Dabi. They not only brought it up for Dabi but had put the beds together for him too. Shachi declines payment for the help and tells Dabi to remember to ask for help.The apartment is finally ready to be home.

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