#Funnily enough this is from a fic I just started looking at again today (because my brother told me to)😂

[fan-of-young-royals]

For the WIP game: school

Hi Blue! Thanks for the ask!

Summer was coming to an end and what better way to celebrate before school started than a sleepover?

[enwoso]

A fic where Lovie is extremely clingy and doesn’t want to leave alessias side and they’re going to film one of the tooney and Russo podcast episodes and alessia tries to put Lovie off to the side out of the way of everything like normal but Lovie is just sobbing because she doesn’t want to be left and so she interrupts the podcast and ends up being in the episode because they just keep filming

the video version gets posted and part of it is alessia just rocking Lovie back and forth and bouncing her to calm her down

STOLEN THE SHOW — alessia russo x child!reader

funnily enough i’ve rewrote this four times… this is the best one out of the four. not my best but ENJOY!🙃

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alessia could already tell that filming todays episode of the tooney and russo show was going to be a difficult one. not because of the topic of conversation, but because today all you wanted was to be by your mummy's side.

usually when alessia was filming the podcast it would be around the time of your mid day nap however today was an early start, the girls hoping to film a couple episodes in the short time that ella was down in london for.

"lovie, come on. i need you to stay here while mummy films with auntie ella and vick" alessia tried the soft approach hoping it would help to peel you from her arms.

"no." you mumbled your grip getting tighter as a few sniffles came from you, alessia sitting herself on one of the many colourful seats in the bbc studio. hoping that you would soothe, there still being a few minutes before filming was supposed to begin.

"hey less, is she asleep?" ella smiled as she pointed to you. alessia giving her best friend a look that said it all as she shook her head.

"she won't let me put her down" alessia whispered a small sigh coming from her as ella nodded sitting down next to her best friend.

"tiny?" ella tried as she tapped your small shoulder a small whine coming from you as you dug your head further into your mummy's body.

"tiny i need to tell you something it's really important!" ella tried again, as you peeled your face slightly from alessia's shoulder, the top of you head poking out your eyebrows furrowed together, ella being able to guess that there was a frown on your lips but she couldn't see it due to the lower half of your face being hidden.

"listen, how about after we've done all this boring adult things we go to that desert place that your mummy has told me all about and i know you love the waffles from there!" ella smiled as you were in the middle of thinking, but nodding your head slowly. you did really like the waffles from there.

"but you have to let go of mummy so we can do the boring adult things yeah?" ella added as you were now a little unsure. you just wanted to go back to sleep in the comfort of your mummy's arms.

you nodded slightly apprehensive but still loosening your grip as alessia made the move to sit you down in the usual area where you'd sit, on a beanbag with alessia's phone watching a series of cartoons.

alessia carefully walking away as if, if she made one wrong step that you would start to cry, ella and vick already say in their respective seats awaiting alessia to come so filming could begin.

alessia picking up her iced coffee and sitting down, the cameras started rolling.

"hello everyone! welcome to the—" vick got half way through her sentence before you started to cry, throwing the phone in your hand out and onto the hard ground. a small sigh coming from alessia as she passed her iced coffee to ella to put on the small table next to her.

alessia moving quickly to get you and soothe you. "it's okay lovie" your mummy cooed as you hid your head in her neck. alessia moving back towards the couch as she rubbed a hand up and down your back to soothe your small sniffles.

"she can just sit there y'know?" ella commented as vick hummed in agreement with ella, alessia looking up to the pair debating her options as she knew it would be filmed and while she didn't mind you being on social media she didn't want you to have a lot of exposure to it as a result of your young age.

"lovie are you gonna sit in your special seat?" alessia whispered as she felt you shake your head.

"no. wan be with mummy" you mumbled as both vick and ella looked at each other with a pout at your cuteness of being an all round mummy's girl. alessia admitted defeat and placed you in a more relaxed position in her arms knowing you would more than likely go back to sleep during the recording.

"looks like she's joining the pod for today!"

"hello, and welcome to the tooney and russo show with me vick hope and i am here with football's most famous friends! ella toone and alessia russo!" vick smiled making sure to add her clap and woo into the end of the intro like she did every episode. finally getting a good intro where you hadn’t interrupted or she hadn’t stumbled over her words.

"and for those who are watching on youtube you will be able to see special guest to the episode today and that is alessia's mini me, who is currently sat cuddling into alessia for those who are listening" vick explained as alessia hummed trying to get you to say a small hello however you were having none of it.

"i- she's drifting off back to sleep" alessia smiled stroking a finger over your cheek as your eyes were fluttering shut but then opening again a few seconds later.

"i mean i don't blame her!" ella giggled, as both alessia and vick hummed in agreement.

"yeah, we should clarify it's a very early recording session, it's seven in the morning" vick began as she also held a coffee in her hand.

"it's not great for me or for tiny clearly!" ella gestured towards you at your sleepy form as you were half asleep but were fidgeting with the string on your mummy's jumper.

a small laugh coming from both alessia and vick who both held cups of coffee in there hands. "no it's not great for ella as unlike me and alessia she doesn't drink coffee"

"but she is going to try it aren't you" alessia smiled in ella direction swirling the straw making the ice clank against the side of the cup.

"more like your gonna force it down my neck" ella complained into the mic. "yeah but it's a really nice coffee!" alessia tried to convince her best friend holding the coffee out for ella to try.

"less you do it all the time, and each time i never like it and it leaves a horrible taste in my mouth-"

"you've got sweets over there" alessia pointed out as you head perked up a little at the sound of sweets being on the go.

"what haribos at seven in morning" ella raised her eyebrows a small giggle came from alessia as she nodded. you tapping your mummy's arm as ella tried the coffee.

"me have a sweetie?" you ask with a tired look on your face as your mummy sat and thought about it for a second before nodding. waiting for ella to stop her dramatics before asking her to pass the sweet jar.

"has it got any better" vick questioned, as ella shook her head. "it's creamier but other than that it's rank-"

"tooney pass the sweet jar!" alessia tapped ella on the shoulder just like you had done moments ago, as she side eyed the blonde, "you said you didn't want any sweets before-"

"there not for me! for lovie!" alessia pointed out as you small smile came from you as you waited for the sweets to get to you.  your mummy handing you the jar as you looked up at her as she nodded her head motioning for you to choose what you wanted.

"i get two?" you asked quietly, alessia humming as she looked down at you picking your two sweets out, yes you probably shouldn't be having sweets this early in the morning but there was expectations like today.

"so i think we've discovered you both definitely aren't morning people" vick points out as both ella and alessia shook their head.

"no definitely not, i used to be worse when i was younger though. my mum used to leave me for hours before she spoke to me- but i've gotten better with age" ella smiled proudly at herself as alessia chuckled, ella definitely not being the best person in the morning to talk to.

"i mean i feel like you would think i was a morning person because of lovie but i don't know who made that stupid rumour that having a child makes you a morning person because it definitely doesn't." alessia complained, looking down at you to check you were okay. you still drifting in and out of sleep.

"yeah i can imagine your up early on a mornings no?" vick questions as alessia firmly shakes her head.

"some mornings i am obviously when i've got training, but i would say i lie in for me is about eight am. i usually get woken up by her jumping on top of me or lovie will just sit and tap me on the arm"

ella started laughing as both vick and alessia snap their attention towards the brunette, "no sorry but do you remember on england camp when-" ella started but couldn't get the rest out cause she was laughing.

"oh i wanna hear this now"

"tooney!"

"no, we was on england camp and alessia had fallen asleep and tiny wanted you for something but alessia had taken so long to wake up that by that point she'd forgotten what she was gonna ask-" ella managed to get in between laughs.

"but she was sat there for a least thirty minutes tapping you lightly on the arm and then alessia woke up in a proper bad mood cause she'd slept through her alarm"

"oh bless her, what is it like having your daughter with you on camp? cause i can imagine it may be difficult?" vick asked as alessia hummed into the mic, one hand on your back tracing shapes in your back as the other was still holding her iced coffee.

"i mean it can be difficult especially when we are travelling a lot and for her being so young it's can be hard but no the staff at england and arsenal are so good and always make sure that she's okay as well as the players" alessia commented, as she felt you kick your legs out getting yourself more comfy in alessia's arms.

"but all the girls love her so she loves being there. it always a struggle trying to drop her off at nursery as she would rather be with me at arsenal with the girls"

"and which you wouldn’t believe looking at her right now but she's a proper chatter box, less always says she gets that off me-" ella rolls her eyes, throwing a glare at the blonde sat across the couch from her. alessia shaking her head. "i disagree, i think she gets it from you-"

"every time i've seen her here she always so quiet and calm" vick smiles, shocked at the fact that your so chatty when every time she's seen you you've just always been so quiet but she had only seen you twice before today. you usually being at nursery when filming was taking place.

"oh she's anything but quiet and calm"

the podcast carried on, the girls talking about england camp as a whole and what they get up to in their spare time when they are not training, as well as answering fan questions about if they could be a kitchen appliance which one and why. that starting a whole debate.

while you say content as long as you were in close proximity of your mummy, one slight wrong more and you were whining for her. alessia soothing you throughout the recording, as you stayed in her arms.

the podcast taking another turn talking about nicknames as a fan had asked who had the worst nickname in the squad, the girls not being able to pick one. it leading to a question from vick.

"i've noticed that you have your own little nickname for y/n which isn't tiny like all the other girls call her. and I'm just curious as to why it's that?" vick asks as alessia lets out a little laugh into the mic as ella turns her head so she's facing alessia too.

"you know what i've always wondered this too-" ella points out, now realising that she's known you for years and doesn't know the reason behind your mums nickname for you.

"to be honest it's not really an exciting story as it may sound but she was born on february 14th which is valentine's day but also she's my little love so it just fits i guess and nobody else picked up on calling her that just me, like even my family call her tiny so" alessia explained as vick hummed, ella sat as she processed what alessia had said before humming understanding now the reason behind your nickname.

"but if anyone else apart from less tries to call her lovie she wont answer them. so that's probably why nobody else calls her lovie" ella pointed out as alessia nodded her head before whispering a true to back up what ella had just said.

"really does she not?" vick was surprised by that but could also understand why.

"yeah, watch-" ella whispered, turning towards you as you were playing with your mummy's phone on the camera app, you not exactly being an expert in photography more taking photos of your forehead or the side of your face. you just liking the feel of pressing the white button, as you were in your own little world.

"lovie, look what i've got" ella tried as she tapped your shoulder, you not paying any attention as you continued to play with your mummy's phone.

"right now you try!" ella pointed to alessia as she looked down at you, a small giggle coming from your mum as she watched you take a photo of the side of your face.

"lovie, do you want a snack?" your mummy asked as you looked up, nodding your head. stretching your small body as your arms reached up with your mums phone in your hands. being very close to hitting your mummy in the face as she grabbed your phone out of your hand.

"see-" ella said smugly as she looked over towards vick who was pleasantly surprised, "wow, they have such a cute mother daughter relationship though. it's adorable" vick pouted as ella nodded, alessia in the process of sitting you back on her lap with a packet of breakfast snacks.

it obvious to anyone watching how much alessia cared about you. the rest of the episode was filmed. alessia having to take the occasional break to rock you in her arms when you started to whine.

but when the episode aired, the comments were filled with wanting you to join your mummy and the pod every episode and even some wanting to do a episode dedicated to you when you were in the mood to talk.

the rest of the comments were filled with nice comments about how good a mother alessia was and the cute relationship she had with you and how gentle and caring she was.

the fans were hooked, you had said less than ten words in the entire podcast but as always you had stolen the show.

[bysaber]

Breaking up ft. Satoru Gojo

Day 13 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you break up with your partner a few weeks prior christmas.

word count — 1.2k

content — hurt/comfort, gojo is emotionally constipated but he’s trying ok, lowercase intended

notes — today was supposed to be obito’s fic but i wrote this one first because im kinda… going thru the same thing lol. enjoy <3

everything feels out of place as you lay in bed trying to place together pieces of an unfinished puzzle.

two weeks have passed since the last time you and gojo spoke to each other. two weeks since you broke up with him, leaving a part of your heart behind.

you know you have to move on, but it’s hard when you have years of friendship and a one-year-long relationship weighing on your back. you look back to all the efforts you put into it and, foremost, you can’t completely let him go.

you always knew about gojo’s personality, in fact, you fell in love with it. but it became unsustainable when you were the one doing everything while he sat back and watched.

you used to say to him, “you are a good person. you are the best person I’ve fallen for, like a window of light in the dark.” and never once you regretted those words. you made sure to repeat them to him during the breakup.

you truly believe satoru’s a good person, and he never intended to hurt you. what defined the fate of your relationship was his inconstancy, his fear of emotions.

gojo could shower you with kisses and “i love you”s for days, but they were always half-hearted and, whenever the conversation between the two of you took a deeper turn, he would instantly shut down.

become cold, even.

he also didn’t care much about life in general, talking about several topics and simply forgetting to ask simple questions like “how was your day?”

you knew he cared, but it didn’t feel like he did.

it killed you every time he’d disappear for an entire day, especially on days you weren’t okay, not even bothering to reply to your texts, and then replying with a mere “i was busy” – you knew it already, but a text would be nice.

and to match his emotionless self, you were the embodiment of intensity.

you tried to crack up his shell, always paying attention to what he said and remembering it. you dove head first into every interest he had, and supported him in every choice he made.

you cared, you asked and, mostly, you talked.

multiple times, you tried to express how you felt, how you wish he could open up more and maybe just regard you a little more – a few texts not to worry you wouldn’t hurt. gojo said he was like that, but that he would try to be better.

what mined your relationship was that lie.

because he never even tried.

and after another month of dealing with all of that, with not feeling wanted enough, cared enough, you decided to end everything.

you can’t lie a little part of you hoped he would fight for you, ask for you to stay. but as you watched distress filling his eyes, all he could muster was, “i’m really sorry i couldn’t be better.”

and you lost everything you thought you had.

you blink away your tears, trying to escape from your painful thoughts, and get up from the bed – it’s past seven now and you need to start getting ready for a christmas party at one of your friends’ house.

you need to move on.

after taking a quick shower, you put on the red dress you’ve decided to wear – a dress that gojo bought for you months before – before starting to do your makeup.

this is when your doorbell rings.

you frown, “who is it?” you yell as you make your way toward the door, but there’s no time for an answer before you open it.

you almost close it again when you see your ex-boyfriend standing there, but you don’t. you know you need to be mature about this situation, even if seeing him makes all the walls you’ve been building crumble down.

it hurts.

“gojo.”

you don’t look him in the eye, focusing on his christmas sweater instead. funnily, the one you gave him a year ago.

“can i come in? it’s freezing outside.”

if you looked into his eyes, though, you would see the big blue bag under them. you would see how faded his blue irises are, and how fucking anxious satoru is.

you don’t ask further questions, letting him into the house he knows all too well before you close the door. he follows you like a lost puppy, and keeps standing when you sit on the couch.

“you look gorgeous,” he compliments meekly.

“thank you. what do you want?” it takes all of you to not start crying right then and there, but you know you have to be firm.

“i want you back.”

satoru doesn’t beat around the bush, and the silence that follows is so loud it can be heard. you feel your heart beating in an insane rhythm, and your head spins.

“gojo, you can’t–”

“you were right. you are right. about everything,” he interrupts you. “i was a boy, and for that i’m sorry. i acted like you had to keep up with my shit, like you would always be there, and i’m sorry for that too,” gojo speaks so fast you can barely keep up with him, like he’s going to die if he doesn’t say those words. “i thought i couldn’t change, i thought i didn’t have to. because it is easier to live the way i live, but… it is much harder to live without you.”

“gojo–”

again, he doesn’t let you speak, “don’t call me that. please, don’t call me that,” gojo drops on his knees in front of you and grabs your hand. “call me satoru, toru, baby, love for all i care. just not gojo. i’ve been miserable without you, i never thought a person could get so miserable,” his voice cracks, pulling your hand towards his face in a desperate attempt to be comforted. “i promise you i will do better, i will pay attention, text you all the time, tell you all about my past and what made me who i am, scream through my pain for what’s worth. just take me back, please.”

you are so deeply in shock that it takes you a while to register the tears falling down his face, his eyes closed as he expects the worst.

all it takes is for your thumb to caress his cheek softly, and satoru sobs. you grab his face with both of your hands, cleaning his teardrops as your own fall, and you gently kiss his forehead.

it kills you to see him like that, but at the same time it gives you a reason to live to know that he’s willing to try. for you.

you kiss his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips.

satoru whimpers, pulling you into an embrace so strong you’re afraid he’ll never let go.

“toru,” you say when you part your lips and bury your face in his neck, feeling his scent. “everything’s okay now. i’m here, i’ll take care of you.”

“missed you so much, i’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“i missed you, too,” you confess, finally looking into his eyes and frowning when you notice he hasn't slept. “what’s past is past, we’ll be okay. but i guess we should just sleep a bit, hm? it was one hell of a ride.”

“sleep together, right?”

he sounds so clingy, you chuckle lightly.

“yes, toru. together.”

[theselfshippingwitch]

“ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i’d say yes. “ “ what about today? “

Are you interested in writing a fic? For Ray and Violet? 😍

Yes!!! I am never not interested in writing a fic for Ray and Violet. I am constantly bursting with ideas for fics for Ray and Violet.

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She had loved that beautiful old Victorian house, with its big front porch and side screenhouse and spire-like structure sticking out from the top of the highest roof, ever since he pointed it out as they drove past once. His childhood home, which now sat old and looming and empty, having fallen into disrepair in the 15 years since someone last lived there. To anyone else, it would look abandoned and unkempt. To her, it was the haunted dream home she always fantasized they would live in together. Just as he was about to lose the property to the bank, she bought it up herself and paid for the repairs necessary to restore it to livable condition. They moved in together, and with his permission and input, even had a few additions built onto it: a library, a greenhouse, and extra bedroom and bathroom. They made the house their own, and finally it began to feel like their lives were moving forward together.

The night the library had been finished, and they had shelved their extensive personal collection of rare occult books, Violet leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him as she rested her head on his shoulders. He hugged her back, letting the palm of his hand lazily rub up and down her back. “I’m exhausted.” she sighed happily.

“Tell me about it. We just did a LOT of hard work. But I’m glad we got all our books shelved today.”

“Yeah…” She sighed. “It’s all finished, and this house feels like a home.” She looked around at all the little details she had planned, the figures of bats and snakes and other strange creatures carved into the decorative corners of the dark wood that framed the deep red wallpaper that adorned the small parts of the wall that weren’t covered by bookshelves. It really felt like it was well and truly theirs, with the personal touches only they would think of. “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.”

“What about today?”

She lifted her head up, trying to read his expression. “Ray…”

“I mean it, Violet. I want to marry you.”

Violet’s face flickered from a look of overwhelming joy to one of worry and doubt. “I want to, Ray. You know I do. But, I don’t know if I feel comfortable getting married and starting a family while you’re still doing field work. And, I know you love it, and I love how much you love it, but it’s just so dangerous, and if we’re going to make such a major life change, I would feel a lot more secure if I had to worry just a little less about your life being in jeopardy every day. I’m so sorry, Ray.”

Instead of the disheartened reaction she expected, he only nodded thoughtfully. “I understand. To be honest, I’ve had a lot of the same feelings lately. And, funnily enough, I’ve even started to get a little…bored, with the field work. I was thinking it was because we’ve only been getting small jobs lately, and I wanted some major disaster to happen again just to make things interesting, but all I do all day is think of you and this house and the life we’re building together. Maybe this means I really should move on. Pass the torch, as they say.”

Violet nearly burst into tears. “You don’t have to stop your work with the Ghostbusters completely! You could still work on the tech, and do research!” She rushed out all her words desperately. “I never want to make you feel like you need to give up on something you love, especially not in order to have a life with me!”

“Violet, sweetie, it’s okay!” He moved his hands to the side of her face gently, soothing her. “You’re not making me do anything. This is what I want. I want a life with you. I want to get married and start a family with you. You’re the most important thing in the world to me, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much, Violet. I want to live in this home with you and our future children for the rest of my life.”

She smiled. “This is starting to sound like a marriage proposal.”

“Not quite yet.” Although he was already thinking of the jewelry box, once taken out of this home and kept safe by his Aunt Lois, now back in its rightful place on the dresser in the master bedroom, and the ring he knew was inside it, a gold band with a garnet gemstone, the birthstone of his mother. “It’s a promise. I’ll start doing less and less field work, and I’ll find a replacement soon.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah! In fact, I’ve already got someone in mind!” His nephew, who he had been exchanging letters with for a year now, seemed as interested in the paranormal as his father was repulsed by it. He was turning 20 this year, and he would do well, Ray thought. 

Violet wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. “So good to me.” She kissed him again. “The best.” and again. “I love you, Ray.”

Ray’s cheeks turned bright red, contrasting with the deep brown-orange of his hair, and Violet smirked, self-satisfied. She rubbed the tip of her nose on his. “Now, let’s go lie down on the couch and watch TV until we pass out. My feet are killing me!”

[forabeatofadrum]

Ljubili se (8/21)

Notes: Guess who's back? Me!

It's been a while. I hit a writers block after last chapter and then I spent all my time on another fic that I am currently publishing (if you read Snowbaz fic, come over!), but I definitely want to finish Ljubili se.

So here I am again! It's time for Kurt to start actually planning his plan. Just a reminder: I am actually winging it when it comes to Kurt's studies (and Blaine's career), so I have no clue if this is accurate. Enjoy.

AO3 | S&C

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SAIL

Now that Kurt’s roommates know about Blaine, there’s no need for secrecy or planning around them whatsoever. This means that Kurt can go all out with showing Blaine around. A week is short, so Kurt wants to make the best out of it.

On Blaine’s second day, they go to Kurt’s favourite local restaurant. The owner always recognises Kurt, so when Kurt introduces Blaine as his partner, they get some extra bread on the side.

On the third day together, they manage to get discounted rush tickets for a Broadway show. It was a bit unplanned, and they even have another show they are going to see later down the week, but it is a welcome change of plans.

On the fourth day, they go out for breakfast at Tiffany’s. It’s one of the first things Kurt did when he moved here from Ohio and it meant something to him back then. It was a sign that he could chase his dreams. He loves to share it with Blaine.

Of course, between all these bigger activities, they also have enough downtime. They love sleeping in, next to each other, just like in Ljubljana. They love making dinner together. They even love chilling with Santana at the very few moments she’s at the apartment.

And on the fifth day, Kurt wakes up to an e-mail from his advisor. It’s still breaktime for the students, but some staff members have started working for some reason, including this student advisor Ms. Joling. She asks if Kurt can meet today. She apologises for it being so last minute, but Kurt doesn’t mind, because he’s the one who sent her the e-mail during summer break after all. He really was that excited. He had hoped that she would see it the moment she went back to work, and it worked!

The thing is that today, Kurt and Blaine are going on a shopping spree. Blaine wants to buy something nice for Quinn and Denise, and also for himself, of course, to remember the trip. Kurt and Blaine both hope they’ll see each other more often, but for now, it’s nice to have something to remember their time here.

“Alright,” Blaine walks into the kitchen, “I am ready to hit the town!”

“Hit the town?”

“Go around the block? Make this city mine? See the sights? What else can I say?” Blaine says and his eagerness and enthusiasm makes Kurt’s heart melt.

Which means it’s better to just rip off the band-aid and tell Blaine about the small change in plans.

“I kind of need to tell you something,” Kurt starts. He really hopes Blaine won’t mind that he’s willing trading in their time together for school stuff.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be mad, but I have a last minute appointment with my student advisor,” Kurt says.

To Kurt’s surprise, Blaine starts laughing.

“Funnily enough, I was trying to figure out how to tell you that I have a meeting at the New York office,” Blaine says through his laughter.

“Oh my God.”

“Looks like my bad humour as an icebreaker wasn’t needed,” Blaine pretends to lament.

“I still appreciated it, darling.”

“Besides, it’s important to talk to your advisor,” Blaine says.

Oh, if only Blaine knew.

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Blaine’s off to the New York office and Kurt’s sat at home. His appointment with the student advisor is online, which is fine by Kurt.

He fixes his hair and waits for the call to start.

“Hello Kurt,” Ms. Joling says when she appears on screen.

“Hi. Hello.”

After exchanging some pleasantries, they get right down to business.

“Alright, so we’re here about your internship, is that right?”

Kurt nods.

“And you are looking into options in Los Angeles.”

Kurt nods again.

“In your e-mail you said that you want to learn more about theatre outside of New York, since, as we all know, the New York theatre scene is a lot in different ways, but why are you specifically interested in Los Angeles?”

Because my boyfriend lives there, Kurt mentally answers, but he is pretty sure his advisor isn’t ready to hear that.

Good thing Kurt’s an actor, because he starts talking convincing nonsense.

Okay, that might be a bit much. Kurt does like the idea of LA. Even if he hadn’t met Blaine, he would’ve loved to visit it. It is literally on the other side of the country, and being there is so different from what he knows. But he never thought about studying there, or even moving there.

But there’s also no denying that Blaine is the main reason.

Ms. Joling makes notes and also looks at some things on her screen.

“Alright, I see you are majoring in musical theatre,” she says, “But you are also following electives on directing and scriptwriting.”

“That is true.”

“Now, we encourage our students to have a variety of skills, so as you may know, it is possible to use your internship for your major, but with approval from the examination committee it is also possible to work on something else that will fit within your overall education. Have you thought about that?”

Kurt has. He’s not completely unprepared! If he wants to go to LA for Blaine, he needs at least a good reason. He’s once directed a production at a nursing home, which was cool. Maybe he can do something like that, albeit it more professionally. He loves the big theatre world, but the idea of bringing theatre to smaller audiences excites him.

And he loves to be on stage, but he also loves the idea to write for the stage. He has stories to tell. He believes that there should be more room for different ideas on the stage and he’d love to contribute to that.

He’s already looked up some possible internships in LA in all kinds of different categories.

So yes, he’s definitely passionate, but he can do those things in New York as well.

And that is the thing his advisor points out after Kurt finishes his small speech.

“Hm. I believe you want to go to Los Angeles,” she says, “I mean, otherwise you wouldn’t seek out advice during your summer break.”

“True,” Kurt laughs, aiming for casualness.

“But when I hear your arguments for what you can contribute to the threatre world compared to your arguments about why you specifically want to go to the other side of the country, it’s obvious that the latter is… How do I say it?”

Not well thought-out? Kurt thinks, Bullshit, career-wise?

“Forced,” Ms. Joling eventually says, which is true as well, “Your passion to go out into the theatre world is clearly there, Kurt, so I don’t want to discourage you. If this truly is what you want, I will do my best to help you, but I do want to know for sure.”

“I’m sure,” Kurt answers quickly. He’s sure because of Blaine.

“Okay,” Ms. Joling adds more notes, “Then here’s the plan, Kurt. You send me the internships you’ve found, and I will look at whether or not it’s possible to do something with it. Meanwhile, you keep refining your arguments to go to Los Angeles, because these companies and other institutions will probably have questions about that too. Alright?”

“Yes,” Kurt says. He knows he hasn’t fully convinced her, but it’s a start.

The two of them discuss some more logistics, but then their time is up and they say goodbye. The moment the call ends, Kurt pushes his laptop away. This entire plan isn’t smooth sailing. In fact, there’s probably a dent in his sail.

He wants to go to LA, but his advisor picked up on some hesitation. It reminds Kurt of what his dad said. Even if it’s temporary, it’s a big decision to make, especially since Kurt’s planning on staying with Blaine. He and Blaine are solid, so Kurt isn’t afraid that they’ll break up while he’s in LA, but he does need to think this all out. As solid as they are, it’s still only been four months and Blaine still has all the things he needs to work out with Quinn.

Kurt sighs.

That’s all for later. Now he needs to wait for Blaine to come back and they need to enjoy spending their time together. Once Blaine’s on a plane to LA, it’s time for all of this.

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You and Me Make Three. (Daniel Ricciardo x Reader)

a/n: sooo, was gonna release this later on this week but I am in pain after today's race (zandvoort). carlos was so unlucky and danny also did not have a good race, i'm so gutted. hopefully this helps all the danny girls <3. as seen above this was requested by two anons (combined the two). the insta vid linked by anon's here. apologies for how overdue it is but i hope you both enjoy it still!! second fic out there that isn't carlos so i'm a bit nervous.

here you go <3<3<3 enjoy <3<3<3

summary: you take daniel to your sister's for the summer break. your nephew riley is just as excited as you to have daniel on holiday.

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You and Me Make Three (3.6k)

One of the things you loved most about Daniel was how much your family loved him. The way he always made your family laugh made your heart swell up, and a part of you knows your father had a specific laugh that was reserved just for him. Your dad though wasn’t the only one, your whole family had become enamored even though you both had just started dating a little over a year ago. You were still grateful to had been invited to that random party by one of your friends from work. The last thing you expected was to find who you were pretty sure was your love of your life there- but you weren’t going to complain. 

The night you had met him had not been the first time you had heard of him at all, and all the stories about his charm were absolutely right. You had stumbled home with him that same night, heart beating fast as he took you to his room. The whole ride you had mentally given yourself a pep talk, telling yourself that Daniel loved to party, it wasn’t going to mean much. Funnily to your surprise though as soon as you hit the bed the only thing Daniel did was give you one final peck before pulling the sheets over your body. The world moved funny when you were laying down. 

“You’re too drunk and I’m not drunk enough.” Daniel chuckles before panic settles in his face when he realizes the words hadn’t settled right in your ears. “I mean- I’m not drunk enough to do something tonight, it doesn’t feel right. I'd rather take you out tomorrow.” Daniel says with a smile before kissing your forehead. “If you need anything please don’t hesitate to wake me up. I am on the couch.” He says before pulling away. 

“Wait,” You murmur, extending your hand out to the dark. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” You ask, clearly too drunk to feel embarrassed. There’s a light chuckle in the dark and you’re about to admit defeat when there is a short dip on the other side of the bed and you feel a warm body settle next to you. “Thanks,” You mumble, smiling to yourself. 

The next day as promised he had taken you out, and you realized then that you both had really, really clicked. It just felt easy and before you knew it you both had been dating for quite some time. The first month or two your family had been quite skeptical,, and as much as you insisted that it was okay you really couldn’t blame them. You had been absolutely smitten after the first date, always jumping to your phone, moving around plans to be able to talk to him or go on a date. You had tried to brush it off, but you knew they were right, you were completely head over heels with him but from the looks of it, he was too. 

It was hard not to fall in love with him though, and you were sure everyone who met him did. He was ridiculously perfect. Not in the unrealistic way with no flaws, because over time you did get to see some, but he was gorgeous, kind, funny, and his smile. It always gave you butterflies. 

It took your family meeting him once to have them completely smitten over him as well. 

Every time you mentioned him to your family they were asking when they were going to see him again. Especially your nephew Riley. He was completely in love with Daniel, and had even gotten into karting because of him. The first few months after meeting Daniel he would tell every single person that he saw that he knew the Daniel Ricciardo or that the best driver ever was in his house. It took a lot of bribery (in the form of candy) to get him to stop sharing the information so freely, not wanting people to loiter around his house or to get Daniel in trouble really. 

One of the reasons why Riley loved Daniel though was because Daniel practically loved him just as much. He was always checking in with you or your sister to ask about little Riley, sometimes sending specific photos or videos for him to have of uncle Danny at the track. If you were being honest you had been scared that Riley would be too much but Daniel was always just as happy to see him.

Because of this, the first stop once summer break started was clear. You were both going home to your sister’s to stay for a few days, having gone a bit too long without crashing there and helping around. It was unfortunate but she was a single mum, so you always came over whenever you could to help, and Daniel made it clear that when the summer break appeared over the corner he would only help and be just as hands on. 

“Are you sure we should do this?” You ask for the tenth time, not like you could do much about it since you were both already at your sister’s doorstep. Daniel laughs, giving you his usual smile that crinkles his eyes.

“Come on, I’m so excited Riley.” he says right as the door is opening, your sister peeking at you guys with a smile. You’re barely through greeting your sister when there is a shriek coming from behind her, prompting her to get out of the way. 

“Uncle D!” Riley practically screams, running towards him at full speed. Daniel catches him easily, letting out a small huff as he picks him up though. It takes you a moment to realize he’s wearing a brand new racing helmet that looks awfully similar to your boyfriend’s. You don’t even have to ask before Daniel is filling up the gaps. 

“Look at you buddy, it fits you perfectly.” He whistles, flipping up the visor to see his eyes properly. Riley laughs and nods. 

“I’m a professional driver now too.” He says making speedy car sounds before trying to take off his helmet. 

“Here,” you laugh, taking it off and watching him engulf Daniel in a proper hug. You smile and shake your head, “I’m the aunt but I’m somehow getting less love.” you chuckle before going to hug your sister. Riley is already rattling away about Daniel’s last race and how sick he had looked. 

“Thanks for coming, both of you.” your sister says with a smile as she is pulling away. She looks over you and squeezes your hands before looking over to Daniel. Daniel is letting Riley go, who takes the helmet out of your hands to start running around the house. 

“Of course, how could I not see my two favorite people?” Daniel says with a grin and you can’t help but jokingly elbow his side. He laughs at this, giving your cheek a kiss before he’s greeting your sister. 

“I’m gonna go chase him around, yeah? Tire him out for you?” he asks your sister, clicking his tongue when your sister nods at him along with a please. “I got you, don’t worry” He promises, giving you both a wink before he’s running to the backyard to get Riley. 

“Y/n, I swear I am so thankful he’s taking his summer break to come around here for a bit. I really appreciate it.” She says with a small smile. You can sense her start to get a little emotional and you reach over to squeeze her hand in reassurance.

“Trust me, he probably is as happy as Riley is.” You shake your head before you both go to the kitchen to get some wine, you insisting your sister to relax. 

___________

You wake up a bit late the next morning, having drank a bit too much wine (although Daniel wasn’t complaining with the way you had pulled him into bed, cheeks flushed with one goal in your mind). You’re happy to still feel Daniel next to you and you shift to nuzzle into his chest. He’s taking sleep and slow breaths but they are ragged enough to make you realize he’s up. 

“Morning,” you murmur, slowly blinking. It takes a bit for your eyes to focus and you smile a bit at him when you realize he looks just as sleepy. His hair is a mess and you can’t help but reach out to fix it. “How long have you been up for?” You ask, closing your eyes when he gives you a peck. 

“Not too long ago. How’d you sleep?” he asks, gently brushing your hair off of your face. You let out a soft breath before snuggling your face into the crook of Daniel’s neck. You feel his fingertips gently brushing down your back from under your shirt and you can’t help but shiver and move even closer. 

“Good, just sleepy still.” you murmur, pulling the sheets closer to you both. You’re about to ask to sleep a bit longer when you hear a knock on the door. “No,” You silently groan, although there is a smile already playing on your lips. This always happened when you both stayed over. 

“Wake up!” Riley yells, already opening the door and jumping onto the bed. You let out a groan, wanting to shoo Riley away but your boyfriend is already wrapping his arm around Riley’s waist and lifting him up. 

“Don’t wake up your auntie you little rascal. She needs her beauty sleep, do you want her to wake up like an ogre?” He asks, laughing and letting out a cry when you find his waist to pinch. ”She’s attacking,” He says abit too loud for your liking but Riley is already screaming and running downstairs. 

“You’re an ogre.” You murmur, loud enough for Daniel to hear even though your face is in your pillow. 

“Shh, you know I’m the one that needs the beauty sleep here.” He chuckles, kissing over your shoulder. “I’m gonna go entertain him so Elaine can sleep longer too hm?” he asks, rubbing over your waist. He waits for you to nod before he’s getting up, placing a kiss over your head. 

“Thank you,” You say, finally shifting to face him. Your boyfriend gives you his face breaking smile, giving you another peck. “I’ll join in a bit, just want thirty more minutes of sleep.” You say, letting out a soft sigh as you shift to the middle of the bed once he heads out of the bedroom. . 

You join them as promised almost an hour later, chuckling when you find your sister sitting at the kitchen counter with her coffee. From the looks of her face it is clear she is still half asleep. “Where’s Danny and Riley?” You ask softly but your question is answered when you hear Daniel’s voice egging Riley on. You turn on the coffee machine and set a mug before you’re following your boyfriend’s voice to the backyard, smiling when you see him and Riley.

“You’re teaching him to box now?” You ask in amusement, smiling when Danny flashes you a quick smile and nod before telling Riley to go for the punches. 

“Show aunt y/n what you got buddy.” He encourages him before raising his hands. Riley begins to throw punches, a bit unsteady as he misses a few. “Almost, almost. Just like that, but make sure to ground your feet and put your weight into your punches.” He says, punching the air as an example. Riley’s eyes are glimmering and he nods, watching his uncle closely to make sure he absorbs every piece of information. 

“Okay.” He nods, and once Danny has prepared his stance, Riley is throwing his punches again. It’s better and its clear they have some force. Daniel even lets out a whistle in appreciation.

“Amazing buddy, you’re gonna knock me out one day.” He chuckles before he’s stripping off his gloves. Riley visibly deflates, gently nudging Danny with his boxing glove still on. 

“Can we do five more minutes?” He asks, looking up at Danny with his puppy dog eyes. Danny smiles and nods over to you, because of course. 

“You have to ask the missus.” He says and you can’t help but give him a look, knowing that Riley was going to bother you until you said yes. 

“You’re the worst.” You say, laughing when Riley is already tackling you into a hug, hopping on his feet and looking up at you with the most innocent look. 

“Please aunt y/n. Can uncle D and I practice for ten more minutes? I will let you both sleep in tomorrow” He asks and you can’t help but pinch his cheek with a grin. 

“Since when did you learn how to bargain like that? You’re really starting to sound like Uncle D.” You laugh ruffling his hair. “And Ten minutes? What happened to five?” You ask, chuckling when Riley only whines in response and drags out a please.

“Okay, okay. Only cause you promised to let us sleep longer. You win, go.” You say with a grin and a shake of your head. Soon Riley is cheering and high fiving his uncle before you are heading for your well deserved coffee. 

You sit at the counter with your sister, and you both catch up a bit from the last few weeks. It’s nice that you were able to see her quite often and help take care of Riley. You often worried about her not having enough time to stay sane. Of course Riley was amazing, but you knew that every parent needed a break every once in a while. 

You almost choke when you hear your sister mention a guy from work. “I’m sorry what? He asked you on a date? You have to go.” You say with a wide smile. “You haven’t dated since Derek and that’s been like what? Almost two years now.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee. Your sister gives a skeptical look before sighing and crossing her legs. 

“I don’t have the time and who’s going to take care of Riley?” She sighs out and you’re looking at her with a confused look before you’re gesturing to yourself. 

“Danny and I are gonna be here. You should go out with him this week or next week.” You encourage, giving your sister a nudge. “Live a little, have fun. Don’t think too much about it.” You say as you play with the spoon in your coffee cup. Elaine looks at you before peering outside the window to see Daniel still playing with Riley and she gives you a look. 

“Fine,” She says with a small smile, chuckling when you can’t help but cheer for her before quickly asking for a photo of said colleague. 

Elaine ends up going on the date the following Saturday evening which has both you and Daniel excited. Daniel takes his time to distract Riley, the both of them deciding to play twister as you help your sister get ready. 

You’re helping zip up the back of your sister’s dress when she brings up the topic, and you almost pinch her skin with the way you flinch. “Would you and Danny ever have kids?” She asks and you bite your inside of your cheek, continuing to pull the zipper up. 

“Yeah- I guess so. We’ve never really talked about it.” You say softly, brushing some lint off your sister’s dress. “Don’t know if he wants to have kids.” You say with a soft laugh as you step away to look over her. She looks stunning. 

“You’re joking right?” Your sister asks as she turns towards you. “Have you seen him with Riley? He definitely wants kids.” She says as she smiles at you. You go a bit red, not looking her in the eyes as you go to her vanity, looking through her necklaces. 

“I mean, he’s really good with them. Everywhere we go the kids have the biggest smile. Well- he does too.” You say, smiling to yourself. Seeing Daniel with kids always made your heartbeat a little faster, mind wandering to what could be in both your futures. 

“The way he looks at you when you’re with Riley really says something though.” Your sister mentions and you can’t help but look over. 

“Hm?” You ask, a bit confused. Your sister laughs, shaking her head in disbelief as you walk over to her with her necklace to slip on. She speaks up once you’re hooking it on. 

“He looks at you like you put up the stars for him. Well- he always does- but it's even clearer whenever you’re with Riley.” She says with a smile and you can’t help but groan, covering your cheeks as you try to hide your blush. Your sister can’t help but laugh, shaking her head before she’s heading to the vanity herself to get her earrings to slip on. 

Once her colleague arrives you send her off with a wide smile, chuckling when Riley also sneaks in a quick hug before you’re all waving her off. “I’m hungry.” Riley says when he hears his stomach growl and you let out a soft laugh. 

“I think we have pre-made pizza dough and we can build our own pizzas tonight hm?” You ask, picking him up and setting him on your waist. You smile at Daniel when Riley cheers, giving you a hug, clearly happy with you as soon as you bring up the word pizza. The three of you head into the kitchen and you set Riley down on the counter, smiling when Daniel comes and kisses your cheek. 

“I’ll grab the ingredients.” he says before you’re heading to turn on the oven. You help out with some of the ingredients as well before you’re grabbing the baking sheets. It’s all set up quite quickly and you begin to set up the pizzas. 

It’s all cute and efficient until the pizzas are in the oven to bake. You turn to say something to Daniel but before you know it there’s a splash of tomato sauce on your face. For a second you think it is an accident but once you make eye contact you just know its targeted. Riley also has a glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes and he’s grabbing the bit of flour you’ve used to help stretch out the dough a bit. 

“No!” You laugh when Daniel wraps his arm around your waist, to secure you on the spot. You gasp when Daniel smears his tomato sauce stained hand on your face. “Riley, don’t you dare!” You yell but you can’t help but laugh when Riley covers your whole face with flour. Soon Daniel is letting you go and you grab the first thing you find. The whipped cream you had taken out for the dessert. Daniel and Riley look at each other before they’re running, screaming at each other to get away from you. 

You end up finishing almost the whole bottle, grateful there was a second one to still use. By the time the pizza is finished you all have to eat in the garden, all of you sticky and giggly from the food fight. 

Once you’re done and set for dinner you help Riley shower whilst Daniel is setting up the movie for you all to watch. Daniel and you take turns in showering just to make sure Riley was all good before you’re all snuggled on the couch to watch a movie. “Don’t tell mom we’re letting you be up past your bedtime and if she finds out we’re blaming Uncle D.” You whisper to Riley as he snuggles into you on the couch with his blanket before giving you a grin and a pinky promise. Daniel smiles and shakes his head, kissing the side of your head before he is turning on the movie. 

Riley barely makes it through half of the movie before he’s dozed off and seeing him all snuggled up and warm next to you makes your eyes also feel heavy. You’re woken up a bit after, confused at how the ceiling was moving until you realize that Daniel was taking you to your bedroom. 

You sleepily thank him once he’s in bed with you, kissing his jaw lightly. “Is Riley asleep already?” You ask, shivering when he slips his hands under your shirt to warm his hands up. His lips are slowly shadowing your neck and you’re suddenly feeling slightly more awake. 

“I love seeing you with Riley.” Daniel says softly and his kisses are becoming more present. “He loves you so much.” He says, humming as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt. 

“He loves you more.” You say softly, blinking at him. It takes you a moment before you’re giving his lips a quick kiss. “Would you want a family some day?” You ask him softly, noses barely grazing each other’s. Your heart is beating hard against your chest and you barely hear Daniel with how softly he answers. 

“With you? Of course.” He says and you’re smiling. A big stupid smile that you can’t even try to hold back. “Not yet though, but god I want to.” He says, smiling just as big as you. 

“No, not yet.” You agree, feeling his fingers already lifting your shirt up your torso. You can’t blame him because your fingers are toying at the string of his sweats and the way he’s looking at you is already enough of a hint as to what he wants. 

“We can practice now though hm?” He asks before he’s slipping your shirt off. 

fin.

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[tteokdoroki]

an ode to winter | dabi.

♡ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 14.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: manga war arc!au, single-parent!au, unplanned pregnancy!au,  angst, fluff, smut.

♡ summary: touya todoroki had broken a lot of things, your heart, promises, your window a few times, but you swore he'd never leave your child feeling that way. but when he wants back into your life, will he take no for an answer? And do you even want to say it?

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( literally 5k of it ), MANGA SPOILERS IN THE EXTENDED ENDING,  mentions of pregnancy, mentions of semi-toxic!relationships, struggling with parenting, blackmail ??,   unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, losers ), handjobs, oral sex ( female receiving ), fingering ( female receiving ),  choking, branding, squirting, spit!kink, needy touya lol <3

♡ author’s note(s): OK so this started out as a fic for my bestie @ozzy-bozzy​ but then turned into this long ass vent fic bc i do be struggling!! i’ve barely written for touya so apologies if his character is off. special thanks to @bakugous-trauma for beta reading n @doinmybesthere for the summary and beta reading and thanks for 4.7K MWAH <3

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the snow had fallen heavy that day, its flakes dancing along the window panes while you’d brought her into the world. you hated the cold, the way it nipped at your nose and stung at your cheeks, how it could freeze over a heart so badly that it would take years to thaw it out. you’d complained about the ice sheets that frosted your windows to the doctors, the ones on the roads too, but they’d simply wrote it off as your anxieties related to bringing kori home for the first time in such weather.

funnily enough, your daughter much resembled the cold in many ways. you’d named her ‘kori’; meaning ice, since her hair was white as the crisp blanket of winter outside and her eyes a piercing shade of aqua marine, that for a while, had no meaning written behind them except for a cool curiosity that you knew didn’t come from your side of the family. she wasn’t warm either, the first time you held her, her flesh against yours was almost a painful spark of frostbite— you expected that it was related to the lineage she came from too.

you thought that you’d resent kori when she was born; for the struggles that her new life had brought to you. you’d given birth alone and afraid, having lost friends and contact with your family due to keeping your pregnancy a secret. if they had known who caused you to end up in this situation in the first place, you were sure you’d have lost them all anyways. you hadn’t a chance to attend maternity classes due to the hours you worked in order to ensure yourself and your child’s financial security. although, prior to her arrival, dabi had told you that if you chose to give your daughter the todoroki name; you both would be looked after when the right time came.

and like a fool in love, you’d believed him, avoiding the apologetic gazes of the doctors and midwives who’d delivered your baby as you filled out her paperwork and birth certificate. one nurse even asked you if you wanted to contact endeavour for support, and you couldn’t blame her— the rumours of your child potentially being that of natsuo todoroki’s had spread fast through the hospital and it was a given, figuring his bad boy college reputation. natsuo and his ventures into the college life were no stranger to the media, so it didn’t surprise you nor the doctors to believe that this wasn’t the first time a girl had given birth alone to a todoroki child. you suspected that if there were any, enji todoroki would have paid them off.

so you let them believe what ever false truth that might have plagued the hospital walls about yourself and your daughter— not having the heart to tell them that you’d probably receive a much larger sum of money to keep hush about the child that you mothered and the child who’s father belonged to endeavour’s deceased, eldest son.

so you realised, thumb held by the chubby hand of your sweet infant girl; that you couldn’t hate her for the mistakes you’d made and the mess you’d become tangled up in— you could only promise to do your best in raising her despite the odds and difficult circumstances, you could give her the life and childhood that her father never had but most certainly deserved.

“miss yn...”

your midwife; himari enters the room, calling for you— tearing your gaze away from the hypnotising sea-foam eyes belonging to your daughter, the way she looked at you only reminding you of dabi. you’d told him once that his eyes always took you to the mediterranean sea, to which he’d laughed and mentioned you’d never seen it before. when the pair of you realised that this was true, the boy with the black hair and intoxicating stare made an oath to you, that he would take you there someday so you could bask in the warm sun and dip your toes into the clear oceans. you only hoped that this oath still remained true.

“miss yn...” himari tries again, this time stepping further into your hospital room. your thoughts had carried you so far away that you hadn’t realised how close she’d gotten as she lingered by your cot. her hands lay flat against her pale blue uniform, nails you note—neatly trimmed— and a smile that would have made you feel comfortable had you not known she’d volunteered to care for you because she too believed she’d be paid off by endeavour. you almost felt bad that she thought the silly lie was true and that she had a shot at a big time bonus but it was funny to think that no one would believe her when she eventually took to the news to claim that she cared for the next heir of the todoroki empire. “it’s says here, that kori is scheduled for feeding— i was wondering if you wanted to continue breast feeding or try pumping a bottle or two today?”

chewing on the inside of your cheek, you hum with hesitance. feeding kori was something you’d never discussed with dabi, some of the nurses had assured you that it was possible for you to do both— so that you could grow closer to your daughter and form a tight bond whilst also giving the opportunity to others to feed her when need be. there weren’t many others, but you figured that dabi might want to give bottle feeding a whirl when he finally returned from the league business. the business that had made him miss his little girl’s birth.

kori gargles from hunger in your arms, drawing your attention back to her tiny form. a stray strand of hair curls against her forehead from underneath her blankets and swaddling— the end you notice has a slight tint of red to it. the icy shell around your heart thaws. glancing back up to himari; you grin with a decision in mind. “i’d like to try breast feeding again, we can use the pump tomorrow.” you say, voice quiet.

“do you need any help getting her to latch?” your midwife asks, aiding you into a comfortable position to feed kori.

“no,” you smile after getting settled, pushing down your gown to expose your breast to your little girl. “i’ve got her, i can take care of her.”

you say the words more so to yourself than to himari, a hidden reassurance that you’re more than capable of raising your daughter on your own.

for now at least.

that winter, dabi never came home.

the snow melts, the flowers bloom and the seasons change. your daughter grows with the swift transition of the weathers too, her hair is a little longer now but the small curl of red against her forehead remains hidden and the same. her eyes open wider, still that deep shade of ocean blue, she can sit up on her own, throws toys out of her crib  and her favourite movies are bambi and bambi two. they’re the only things that she watches, which you hate, because they remind you of her. an innocent child who loses one parent and is left in the care of the emotionally closed off other.

you hadn’t realised how much you would need dabi, but still he is nowhere to be seen.

raising kori on your own proves a challenge, especially now that she’s a little bigger— it was easy after she was born; she was quiet and only made a fuss when she was hungry or needed to be changed. went down easy too, that was until her wails reared their ugly head as soon as the colder parts of winter hit. no matter what you did, the girl would cry for hours on end until her face would hurt from how scrunched it was and her fingers would turn red from the grip she had on your hands.

since her birth, you and kori had to move three times due to the noise complaints about her consistent crying throughout the day, evening and night. by the time february rolled around, you’d ended up in an apartment not so far from dabi’s old neighbourhood— it was a shitty area with high crime rates and an eerie feel to it that made you clutch your purse tighter when you walked home from the late night shifts— you had never had any intentions to raise kori in a dump like this, you wanted a better life for her than what dabi had, but your shabby two bedroom apartment in the dark side of town would be enough for now.

the rent was cheap since your current boss at the local grocers market was close friends with the building manager, but your boss was also a sleaze who thought offering you an extra 10% off of your weekly shop and an expired coupon for the coffee joint down the street would be enough to get into your pants. he was just another thing on your list that you hated about the world, about the current life you lead but you needed to keep him close to keep your rent low and a roof over your head.

besides, it had been a few days since you last saw him at work— the asshole was probably taking a few days to himself while you and your colleagues practically ran the store.

you can’t leave kori with a sitter; they never worked with her. your daughter was far too temperamental for the average person and would spend one night with her before taking their pay and quitting. the only person able to handle your beloved little girl was the old lady who lived two floors above yours, mrs. yamamoto. she was a sweet woman, widowed by fifteen years and had taken a liking to kori that one time you’d helped with her groceries when she couldn’t make it out in the february winter after your little girl was born.

it seemed kori liked mrs yamamoto as well, she was only ever quiet in the woman’s presence and you put it down to how high she had the heat up in her apartment. one time, it was up so high the power in the building went out for an entire night— which was hell for you since kori wouldn’t stop bawling. however; you appreciated the help, you’re sure that without the help of the elder woman you would have been far under the surface— drowning in regret.

but sometimes, it’s easy for the darker emotions to slip through the cracks— take a choke hold over your sanity. there would be nights where guilt would consume you and tears would flow heavily down your cheeks while your daughter slept. it was hard being alone, no one to confide in about the troubles of parenting or to reassure you that you were doing a good job at taking care of your child.

it didn’t help that winter was coming up again, kori’s first birthday fast approaching. the sudden milestone only made you wish that dabi was around more — it hurt you to know that there was possibility he’d run out on you and his responsibilities as a father but part of you believed that your lover was better. the eldest todoroki son appeared way too excited throughout your pregnancy to leave you with nothing.

despite not being able to make it to appointments due to his criminal nature, dabi had somehow manged to find the money to get you a 4D ultra sound of your baby, telling you a few odd jobs here and there allowed him to scrape the cash together. you never asked what it was that he did, afraid of what you might find in the eyes of the man that you loved so much.

why did you allow yourself to love a man who wouldn’t have given you the time of day if he hadn’t broken into your home? his seafoam eyes a glowing shade as he threatened your life through shards of broken glass and then wails of cop sirens outside. were you just as broken as he? had you not realised it yet? you could blame this whole mess on the fact that he kept coming back, but you always let him back in. dabi was a broken man who only knew blood and grit and grime and you were the girl with a chance to lead a normal life— yet you poured all of your heart and all of your soul into loving him because you were so sure that you could fix him.

and every single time you’d convinced him, convinced yourself that what you had could be normal and domestic— dabi would slip between your sheets, pinning you to your bed with your name heavy on your lips and the emotion of love painted into the turquoise flecks in his eyes. they burned with passion while his heated cock sunk between your plush thighs and welcomed him into your warmth. the moans you’d share while your skin slapped together, creating a bubble of safety where you were the only two people on the world.

dabi made promises against your swollen lips as his fingers swirled hidden messages of desire into your slick, puffy clit. he couldn’t give you the ring, the wedding or the house with the white picket fence and dog barking at the post man in the front yard— but he could give you every part of him from the good to the bad, the beautiful to the ugly and he would seal that promise with a throaty groan of ‘you are mine and i am yours...’ into your ear as you came together.

but it seemed that like all things, dabi’s promises were broken like shattered glass— never meant to be kept or eternalised. the shards cut your delicate fingers, the pain numbed as you were left to pick up the pieces and be strong for the small life you were now responsible for.

you were careful to not let the door fly in and hit the wall opposite as you unlocked it, stumbling into your two bedroom with kori’s chubby legs locked around your hips and bag full of groceries in your other hand. “look princess,” you coo down at your daughter sweetly, watching as she drools all over your staff lanyard from work. “we’re home!” bending down, you dropped the produce off by the door before heading off to your living room area, propping kori in front of her toy mat.

smiling down at her, you brush the pure white hair that curls over her cobalt eyes and kiss her freckled cheeks— heart swooning at the way kori giggles in your arms. she’d been on her best behaviour the entire week, keeping out of trouble with the staff at her daycare and mrs yamamoto in the place upstairs, so it was only right that you treat her.

“you hungry babygirl? want mommy to make your favourite, hm?” kori is barely old enough to talk aside from a few babbles and repeats of mama but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

“mmmamamamaa!!”

you press another kiss to her baby fat cheeks before heading to the kitchen to prepare her favourite dinner— spaghetti. ever since kori started eating her solids, she hadn’t been a picky eater and you noticed that her appetite much resembled dabi’s, who couldn’t afford to be fussy about any of the meals you’d made for him before he disappeared.

making the sauce is easy, a dish you’d prepared from when you were a child and used to cook with your parents— you retrieve the ingredients from the groceries and pull out the stuff you’ll need to cook them. you mince the vegetables easily like you’d been taught as your mind gets away from you.

you wish that dabi was here to enjoy the domesticity of your current life— maybe him being around would lift the dark cloud over your life. sometimes it hurt to know that he would be missing out on moments like this and you could imagine him sitting by the couch while kori played with her toys and you cooked for them both. in this world, he’d laugh at her fascination with colder toys and magnets— make a joke about how much your little girl resembles him and kiss your cheek when you served them both up their favourite meals.

tears pool in your eyes at the thought of your wish never being granted and that’s all it takes for you to slip and cut your finger while chopping up the garlic. “fuck!” you boss, dropping the knife and squeezing your hand around the wounded digit. you know that the clattering of the knife has scared kori, and from the way she looks at you, you can already tell that she’s seen you injure yourself. “god, fuck...that hurt.”

there’s a pause in time, while you rinse your cut under the tap, cold water soothing the sting before kori starts to wail like her life depends on it. in a rush, you grab a tea towel in hopes that it’ll stop the bleeding and head straight for your baby, hoping that you’ll be able to soothe her. by the time you reach kori, her eyes are red with tears and snot dribbles from her nose down to her chin while she babbles loosely all the new words she’s learned— in a whiny tone.  

“baby, don’t cry mommy’s got you,” you murmur to her, reaching out to the little girl with open arms. your heart breaks at the way her bottom lip wobbles in a watery pout. kori crawls into your arms, white mop of soft baby hair buried into the junction between your shoulder and your neck— her tiny body shakes with awful heaves and cries while her tears dampen the old hoodie of her father’s that you wear, effectively ruining the fabric. “come on honey, it’s okay! momma didn’t mean to scare you...”

she snivels in your arms, quiet for only a second while you walk around the apartment bouncing her. walking kori up and down seems to soothe her for the most part, a trick that worked when she was first born and had her horrible crying fits. “good girl, mama’s got you...” you continue to soothe her, brushing a finger under her white lashes to remove her tears. all is well for a second and it seems her tantrum has calmed, until she grabs onto your wounded finger and makes you curse in pain again.

“shit!”

“m-momma-!” kori whimpers, face creasing in pain as her cheeks start to heat up again. you fear that if you don’t do something soon she’ll bust a lung from crying.

you shake your head in an attempt to calm her down, baby sobs striking right through your body and resume bouncing her, hoping that it’ll work. “shhh kori, honey, it’s okay— mommy’s okay and so are you...” in the process of comforting her, you somehow trip over the discarded knife, sending it flying into the cabinets across from the island and making another loud noise that further spooks kori.

at this she screams bloody murder, the sound of her little chest heaving giving you a splitting headache. you were tired, tired of your daughter’s crying , working long hours with no help and raising a child all on your own. you were tired of the pain spreading through your head and your body and your heart. you needed an out or break at the very least.

you should feel guilty for what you’re about to do, heading for the nursery with a heaving baby in your grip. you can’t think of anything better to do than put kori down for a nap and hope that her crying tires her out— you do your best to pry the little girl from clinging onto your clothes and tuck her into her crib as she sniffles, quickly backing out of her room before she can call for you and make you feel even worse than you already do.

you close the door quietly behind you, somewhat sliding down it while your own sobs take over your body— shaking you violently as you hug your knees to your chest. you don’t know how long you sit there, biting your lips and holding onto in your whimpers while tears stream down the apples of your cheeks, but eventually

you find yourself drifting off with dreams of your happy family.

you jump awake a few hours later, surrounded by a thick darkness from the sky outside. the hum of the city streets helps to bring you back down to earth as you rub the sleep from your puffy eyes and blink away the exhaustion. you don’t quite remember when you’d fallen into a slumber but you figure that kori must have eventually, judging by the quietness that surrounds your apartment.

the blanket of the night allows your guilt to burn brightly in your chest— you shouldn’t have left her alone. scrambling to your feet, you stumble over to the kitchen counter and grab your phone to read the time. 11:06pm. it’s just about time that you check on your daughter, but with two steps of heading to the nursery and you’re met with foreign sound that doesn’t quite fit in with the usual creaks and squeaks of your apparent.

happy gurgles belonging to your baby creep out from underneath her bedroom door, low humming or singing to accompany her sweet sound. humming that you don’t recognise. with a pang of fear to your heart, you reach for the knife on your kitchen floor as a weapon of defence— this would go down nicely with the police. a single mother on self defence...yeah, that could work out.

the knife shakes in your hand as you approach kori’s nursery, barely steady even when you push open the door.

“...touya?”

nothing could prepare you for what you’d see after walking into that room but when your eyes fall witness to your love standing in the centre of the room with a little tuft of white hair cradled to his bare chest. the air around you tingles with warmth as if dabi has heated the place up with his quirk and your little girl curls into him as if she’s known him all her life. but she hadn’t, he hadn’t.

all at once, your heart heals just as it breaks— it’s been so long since you’ve seen the villain that you can’t help but notice all the changes in him, the way his eyes droop a little more with exhaustion and his hair dusted with a the slightest bit of white. he was noticeably thinner too, maybe from being away from a warm bed and good food for too long...so a half of you was relieved that he was home, the other— hurt and betrayed.

“hey beautiful,” dabi’s timbre voice fills your entire being, stimulating your senses into a dull tingle. his lips a drawn into soft smirk as he rocks kori back and forth, your  baby’s eyes flutter with the gentle indication of sleep. “how’ya been?”

if you weren’t frozen in shock, you would have given the villain a piece of your mind. how dare he...after all this time apart from you, from his daughter...ask how you were doing? your eyes flutter to the open window behind the oldest todoroki son, as if you need to look away from him to convince yourself he’s real and he won’t disappear when you look back.

proven right by meeting the cool, chartreuse sea of his eyes— your throat runs dry as all you’d ever dreamed of saying in this moment, flees from your mind. “what are you doing here?” you say, trying to sound firm even though your voice falls through.

touya stays quiet, twirling a long finger through the small curls on his—your daughter’s head. “i was in the neighbourhood.” he mumbles, gaze tearing away from you to focus on the content infant he has in his arms.

you should feel angry, you should be screaming and kicking at dabi— forcing him out of your home with your child safe in your own arms but your body doesn’t will you to. hurt seeps through your veins at the casual aura in his tone. of course dabi would treat the situation as if it never existed and that he’d been with you the whole time. the pain of seeing him with her as if he’d been in kori’s life from the very start wraps around your heart in a poisonous grip and squeezes hard until you’re choking back a sob, letting it sit in the base of your throat.

you refuse to break in front of him.

“you need to go. you need to put her down and you need to leave.” you attempt to assert yourself in a harsh bark, almost making dabi jump. he’d never seen you like this before, but then again he hadn’t seen you in a year. he could only imagine what motherhood had done to you, especially facing it on your own. touya hesitates, kori shifting in his soft grip— one he didn’t even know that he had as a villain but you steady yourself and repeat your words. “touya, i said you need to leave.”

“why? so you can fall asleep and leave her crying on her own again?” the villain spits out, harsher than he intended. he watches your face fall and your body curl in on itself and he feels bad. dabi had promised you a lot of things since realising he loved you, and not hurting you like his father hurt his mother was one that he’d just broken. relenting, the dark haired villain eases kori from his pec and tucks her into her crib.

there’s a beat of silence and then. “i’m sorry.”

“you should be.”

“yn,” he sighs, running a hand through the light roots of his hair as he leans over his child’s crib. the young father tilts his head, scanning kori’s face while he identifies every characteristic she has from the family he’d done his best to free himself of.   “i’m sorry, it’s just— just that she was cold and crying, so i took off my shirt and held her and she warmed up and—“ dabi pauses his quiet rambling, finally looking up from the slumbering baby tucked away into powder blue silk and locks eyes with you. “and she probably has my mom’s shitty quirk. and i can’t get over how much she looks like them, how big she’s gotten.”

touya finds his shirt after admitting that, throwing on the thin white material before closing the window he came through. he moves with the swiftness that comes with his job, and it’s almost peaceful to watch. you stay plastered by the door, torn between falling right into the palm of his hand and demanding the answers that you and your daughter deserve.

it makes you feel a little sick when he gazes down at kori with pride, it makes you queasy at how easy she was to handle to him. touya todoroki doesn’t know half of what it was to raise his child...but did that make you a bad mother? was there something he shared with kori that you didn’t? dabi hadn’t known what it was to love someone other than himself until he’d met you, but you’d spent your entire life around family and friends who took care of you and made you feel cherished every day. you had all of that before you had dabi, and you’d given it all up for him.

shouldn’t you be the one to easily put your daughter down for a nap? to soothe her tears? and for him to come so briskly into your lives and take care of it all when he doesn’t even know what you’d been through, hurts most of all.

“you don’t even know her,” you start, tremble to your bottom lip as the sob in your throat builds up and threatens to burst. “you never saw her after she was born, never cut the cord, never knew her weight. you don’t know how tiny she was when she came into the world, you don’t know because you didn’t come!” with each word, stray tears manage to escape from your tired eyes, but you’re too fixated on dabi to bother to wipe them. it hurts to cry, it stings even as they stream down the apples of youth cheeks but you don’t move.

“yn, sweetness, i—“

“i know how much she weighed when she was born, four pounds and thirteen ounces. she was so tiny i was scared that she would break—“ you’re gasping now, almost choking yourself out on the pain that burns brightly in your lungs and claws its way up your throat. “i know her favourite foods, what fabrics irritate her skin, her favourite stuffed toys, how she likes to be swaddled in her blankets at night or that her curls make her face itch but they’re practically untameable.”

you start to heave, losing breath with every word and dabi does nothing but watch, keeping an eye on kori to make sure she stays sleeping as he steps towards you. “i know that i love her more than i’ve loved anything in my entire life, despite how much i suffered alone bringing her into this world. and i know that i named her kori after the ice that frosted the windows of my hospital room while i waited for... you.”

touya remains emotionless while you descend into madness, letting you cry it out. “i’ve been watching...”

you want to scream, beat his chest and blame him for how insane you’ve become. “watching isn’t enough touya, she needed you. i-i needed you.” you whimper, falling limp against the door frame as your hands move threateningly towards your hair as if you’re going to rip it out from the root. “...you couldn’t come and visit? not once i-in the eleven months that she’s been alive? not once while she’s been breaking me down and giving—“

“giving you a hard time? i tried, i took care of you from afar...i’m the one who made your boss disappear. the one who put his hands on you.” dabi sneers towards the end of his once gentle words, standing a breaths width away from you. you hate that you crave the same touch from him as he gave to kori, but you’re still so mad at him.

eventually, it all becomes too much and you succumb to the tears that wrack your exhausted body. you sway with each choked wail that tumbles from between your chapped lips and dabi surges forward to catch you after kicking the knife from earlier away, letting you sink into the warmth of his embrace. he feels like home, smells like safety and not a word is uttered as he brings you to the floor and cradles you like he did with his daughter.

dabi doesn’t need to say sorry when he shows you through how close he holds you to his heart.

when you finally calm down, dabi lifts you bridal style to your bathroom and draws you a bath with the salts and lavender extract from the cupboard above the sink. neither of you speak except for when he softly offers to help you undress— to which you decline— and when he tells you he’s going to fix something to eat.

you knew damn well that the villain could not cook, he hadn’t been when he was little since endeavour took away the entirety of his childhood and you’d only taught him the basics when he was still on the run and stopped by your place from time to time. his favourite thing back then had been to watch you cook to the weird music you kept playing, hips swaying to the beat and a sparkle in your eyes— but you didn’t do that anymore, he could tell those days were long gone.

dabi orders in takeout in the end and you have half a mind to curse him out for using your money— but the day’s events have exhausted you beyond your wits end, so you eat with him in silence atop your double bed after dressing in an old shirt of his. “stay the night.” is what you tell him, scared that he’ll leave. he puts his cigarette out on your balcony. the doors usually stayed locked so kori couldn’t crawl out on her own but you opened it for him since dabi liked to smoke and you hated the ash.

he promised to quit back then, and he hadn’t now.

“i’ll stay.” dabi says, throwing the butt over the ledge and stripping his clothes as he follows you to bed. he decides not to mention he wanted to stay anyway. you peel back the covers enough for him to slip in behind you, heated arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your tummy, where he rubs small patterns into your skin. the villain’s chest is  overwhelmingly warm against your back— reminding you of the days where you would spoon and he’d wait with baited breath for kori to kick.

both of you lay together, wide awake in the dark for goodness knows how long. touya’s breath balmy against the nape of your neck and if you focused hard enough, you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. he pretends to sleep, refusing to acknowledge that his proximity to you affects him in the worst of ways— evident in how his prominent hard on presses against the swell of your ass.

rolling over, your heart skips a beat at the way your love’s eyes still manage to glow brightly in the dark— ignited by the flames of his quirk and emotions of angst from the past.

they flicker as he looks to you, pale skin illuminated by the silver moon slipping in from your balconies, scars as enticing as ever. tentatively, you reach a hand out to cup his face, not kidding the apprehension that paint his matured features even as you run your fingers down the scars on his jaw. “been a while since we’ve been like this,” is all you can muster up, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek while your free hand snakes between your bodies in an attempt to pleasure the man.

fear strikes you right in the chest, leaving you panting as dabi flips you onto your back quickly, pinning your wrists against the bed. “don’t,” he growls, almost feral in tone and in his eyes. “don’t do something you might regret in the morning.”

you lay still, staring at the man above you in an attempt to read him. doing so had always been hard, but tonight you can see every detail of his life and every part of him.  the fear of being his father and disappointing another group of people, a broken man torn between the people he loved and the life he led— you could finally see him. you wondered if it hurt him to be away from you and his child, if he ever thought of you.

you take a deep breath, fabric of the sheets fuzzy in your ears as you shake your head up at him. “i could never regret being with you,” you sigh, dabi’s gaze lowering. “i just need you...”

your proclamation is all the permission dabi needs before he ascends on your neck, almost whimpering at the taste of your skin against his tongue. you know that he’s avoiding your lips, scared that things may not feel the same if he kisses you there— as if your love might have fizzled out from the months that you’ve been apart. the villain’s mouth is hot against your skin, sharp teeth sinking into the column of your throat— it’s not hard for him to find the spots that make your back arch and body tingle, the dark haired man  would be embarrassed to admit that he had your body mapped out in his brain. you were all that he thought about in the months between then and now.

you miss his lips, but you fear that if you push your love to far he’ll clam up and withdraw from you completely. you can’t lose him while you have him now. in the meantime, your bodies press against one another hotly, burning while dabi paints shades of blue and purple deeper than his eyes against your flesh before lapping at each love bite with an odd tenderness people wouldn’t think he possessed at first glance. as he works, touya loses grip on your wrists, allowing them free roam across the expanse of his back.

your nails leave light tracks across his back, trailing up from his muscled back to the nape of his neck— curling in the white roots of his hair in an attempt to tug him up to your lips. “baby,” the old pet name tumbles from between them before you can catch yourself, laboured from where you’re short of breath. “please kiss me, please..”

with newly mussed hair, dabi is still for a moment before leaving one last mark at where your jaw meets your neck— wet tongue lolling over the fresh bruise while his large palm move back to cup your head. a thumb belonging to a scared hand runs over your bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh down while he watches your face for a reaction. “are you sure that’s what you want, beautiful?” the villain chuckles into the dark of the night, pink muscle running over his own lips to wet them in anticipation. “you want your man to kiss you?”

your senses go into overdrive, desperate for any kind of contact from the man above you— he feels so close and yet, a million miles away, even with his body making its way between your thighs and your chests pressing together eagerly.

“touya—“ you breathe, barely able to finish your sentence before the man himself delves deep into your mouth. his lips move with hesitance at first, sucking on yours slightly and parting for air more often than he should but you grip him by the whites of his hair firmly and tug him further into the kiss. your tongue dances along the seam of his lips, prying them open as you seek permission for entrance— dabi groans lowly as you tug on his roots and force your way into his mouth, tasting him as if it were your last time.

you swallow each of his moans that mingle softly with your own, while your tongues dance together messily— the kiss were and sloppy as if the two of you were out of practice. your worries fly out of the window from there, it’s good to know that neither of you had been with others during your time apart instead you feel like a teenager making out with their highschool crush for the very first time. dabi’s hips rut into the plush bed beneath you both and you can tell that even the slightest touches are riling him up beyond belief— it’d been almost a year since he’d felt you against him in any way and it didn’t help that you were so ready to accept him.

that you still wanted him.

whimpering at the thought, the villain pauses against your lips to catch his breath— panting softly. you can feel him pulling away, questioning if he deserves to be with you after everything he’d put you through. so, cupping dabi’s jaw, you let your free hand slip between your heated bodies and glide your fingertips along the waist band of his sweats.

“yn, i ain’t so sure about this,” dabi sighs, body twitching at the proximity of your hands to his hardness, his eyelids flutter shut and lock away his beautiful blue eyes— holding fear, insecurity and desire. “what if ya’still regret this later on?”

smiling up at him, you thumb at his cheek and work your hand deeper into his pants, past his underwear. “you’ve been away too long baby, i would regret not being with you more,” you coo up at him just as you grasp at his hardened length, watching as dabi shudders in your grip. his cock leaks hotly against your soft palm from going untouched for so long, your fingers explore him— tracing down the thick veins on the underside of his length. “let me make you feel good tonight.”

“fuck, sweetness. talk pretty with that filthy fuckin’ mouth of yours.” touya breathes heavily against your mouth, both of yours falling open in hot moans. cheekily, you run a thumb over his tip, circling the slit at the top. dabi collapses on top of you, burying his mop of salt and pepper hair into your neck as he drives his hips into your hand at his own leisurely pace. “y’better live up to those words—shit, don’t go letting me down, princess.” jade orbs finally open, heavy with lust and desire as the air around you tingles with a newfound desire to make each other feel good, settling on the planes of your marked and scratched skin.

your grip around dabi tightens while he fucks into your closed fist, wet sounds filling the room from where he leaks at his bright red tip— almost hot as his hands that dance up your sides and tenderly touch at your hips. so unsure, yet so needy. clear, thick precum guides the movement of your hand as it slides up and down your lover’s girth— he’s much bigger than you remember, swollen with an impending orgasm and dabi stutters when you reach further down his boxers to grip at weighty balls full of his seed, just about ready to burst.

he howls from deep within his chest, the noise only muffled from the drool that glides across his tongue before the villain’s wandering and scarred palms stop at your rib cage, settling just under your breasts. you don’t bother to stop pleasuring him even as his quirk ignites, blue flames burning right through your night shirt to expose your skin to the cool night air.  without even a second thought, dabi’s mouth ascends on your tits, taking one into the hot cavern while his free hand seers marks over the other.

the thought have being branded by your man makes your hips jump and your hand squeeze his cock in your grip— a reminder of what’s to come later on. his strawberry tongue rolls across your hardened nipple and you yelp in surprise with the sudden feeling of cool metal across the exposed flesh. “y-you have your tongue pierced?” you squeal as dabi repeats his actions, loving the way you arch your back into his mouth and your heart rate speeds up.

“never know when a bit of metal’s gonna come in handy, sugar tits.”

you barely have time to formulate a response before your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you, biting and sucking and marking your raw flesh like a man starved of his last meal— you don’t let up either, quickly pumping his cock as he continues to leak, painting your hand with teases of his incoming release. you’re sure that his sweatpants and the sheets below you will be stained with his arousal from how much precum oozes from his dick, slicking up your hands and creating the perfect flashlight but you don’t dare to think of anything else but the way dabi’s face twists with pleasure as he desperately thrusts himself into the softness of your palm.

his cheeks flush red, globs of drool connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue while his eyes grow fuzzy at each step he takes closer to orgasm, the very drool from his mouth covers each of your breasts as dabi switches between them— creating a layer of wet against your supple skin that shines under the moon. you flick your wrist around him, faster, harder— giving the villain everything you’ve got to make him feel good.

“shit pretty girl, y’gonna make me...cum,” touya shakes in your grip, eyes crossing and tongue becoming lazy against your marked up chest. his salvia pools against your skin while he pants and fucks your wet hand as if it were your pretty little cunt clamping down on him. “fuck, fuck, fuck. don’t you fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop...”

he barks out the demands, but there’s a neediness to his tone and whine to his voice that makes you grin with pride, even if you’re barely there from having your nipples stimulated beyond belief. “cum for me touya, please, wanna feel you come undone for me.” you beg him, ever so slightly and it’s just enough to push the villain over the edge, sending him into an earth shattering orgasm. you don’t dare to stop as you jerk him off, guiding down from his high as his cock twitches from release and paints your knuckles with the thick white of his seed. he mewls contendly into your breasts, slowing his hips while the world of colours dance behind his cerulean eyes.

“here with me yet?” you murmur to him, grasping his wild locks to tilt his head up towards your face— dabi looks so blissed out but the smirk on his raw and bitten lips tells you the night is far from over.

pressing a searing kiss to your sternum, your boyfriend’s pierced tongue makes yet another appearance as he trails the muscle down your soft tummy— biting your navel as he goes. “never left gorgeous, but don’t you fucking dare think for a second that this is over, y’got that?” he sits up quickly, grabbing hold of your doughy thighs and using them to pull you down the bed. the pads of his fingers start to burn marks into your skin, dancing along your legs and stopping just above the waistband of your underwear. “gotta stretch this cunt open before i give you my cock, remind you of who the fuck you belong to.”

spreading your thighs nice and wide, you release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as dabi’s hands finally come into contact with your slit, prodding at your slick folds from over your panties. lowering his face between your open legs, your boyfriend hums in satisfaction as he peels your sticky panties away from your pussy. “why, babydoll, you’re so fucking wet down here. this can’t all be for me, can it?” touya teases you, hot breath fanning against your unused sex while his fingers play with the string of your slick that coats them. “y’must’ve missed your man badly for your lil cunt to look this fucked up, s’pecially when i haven’t even touched’ya yet.”

you shiver and nod weakly, willing to say or do anything to feel more of your boyfriend against you. “s’all for you dabi, o-only you could get me this wet, n-no one else could take your place...” you mewl, hips bucking into the air while the man himself watches you grow needier and needier, hormones expelled into the air. dabi grins, leaning into your core once more to press his nose into your wetness, sniffing your spiked panties like the dirty man he is— only to then lay his pierced tongue flat against your folds, tracing your hole with the muscle while his nose bumps at your clothed clit.

“saved this all for me, huh? you’re so loyal, sweetness. waiting for me all this time…” he kitten licks at your cunt until you’re writhing amongst the already solid sheets, forcing his spit into your hole from over the thin fabric of your panties, creating a more prominent outline of your puffy lower lips as your thighs quieter around his head. they threaten to close as he works on you through your underwear— teasing and prodding at your sex to see if you respond the same way to his touches as you used to.

you force your shaking through his black and white locks, grabbing hold of his roots in an attempt to pull dabi back to your heat when he lifts his head from between your thighs— pushing your lips into a pout. “no, no no, baby, please— need you to eat my cunt, want your mouth on me, please!” you cry out, but you’re quickly pacified by his scarred hand which cups your pussy— seat of his hand grinding into your clit.

“god, if i had known you were still this eager to fuck me i woulda come home a long time ago, babydoll.” he chuckles, licking up your inner thigh and biting down on the plush flesh. “need’ta get rid of these though, they’re getting in my way.” the villain gestures to your panties, making you watch as his quirk burns it’s way through the silky material until it’s nothing but ash against your sheets. you gasp as soon as your cute little pussy is exposed to the cool air, missing the warmth of touya’s pink tongue against it. “better.” he sneers, eyes bright and glowing in the dark with a new sense of feral desire.

thick digits press into your tight hole at the same time touya takes to sucking on your swollen clit, forcing their way up your velvet walls in search for your pleasure spot. dabi chuckles against your sticky folds as you begin to whine, hips rolling up into your lover’s face while his tongue draws rough patterns onto your bud. you’ve missed him, missed this. the nights where the villain dabi would sneak into your home, becoming your touya todoroki between the four walls that you shared— where you would spend nights seeing stars by his hand or his cock and he would make you his over and over again. the memories have you clamping down on his digits like there’s no tomorrow, greedily sucking them in as he strokes at the walls of your sex and makes your whole body shake.

touya works hard at pleasuring you, apologising for his absence through slurping the juices from your folds only for you to gush and paint his scarred chin with more of your nectar. the way you taste makes him dizzy, he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs and never miss the outside world like he did before tonight. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good too and it’s not enough to feel the ecstasy roll off of your heavenly body in waves— he wants all of you, mind, body and soul to belong to him.

you can barely breathe, leaking with every swipe of his tongue against you and every twist of his fingers inside of you. you can feel everything at once, the euphoria crackling across your brain, high on the way touya makes you feel. “god, t-touya, don’ stop...feel so fucking good…” you heave in a drawn out moan, barely able to tell what’s up and what’s down as the villain pulls his fingers from your slick hole and replaces them with his tongue ( only after they’ve pushed down on your g-spot over and over again ).

“you’re not the one giving orders, sweet stuff, oh no.” dabi reminds you sloppily, looking like a child with no table manners as your nectar smears across his face. for his own satisfaction, he delivers a harsh smack to your pussy, watching as your entire body jolts and jumps up the bed. “your cunt is mine and i’ll do what i want with it, show you how much i missed it.”

his possessive words almost set you off, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with every pinch of your nub and every swirl on his tongue inside your walls, committing every ridge to memory. your body burns and you’re not sure if it’s from dabi pressing against you so hotly or because of the desire that fuels the fire inside you.

“yours, yours, yours!” you chant like a mantra, high pitched and whiny— your voice mixing with the crude sounds of your own pathetic cunt, that grows louder when dabi spits on your clit to add to your wetness. he lets it drip between your folds, fingers to busy with stimulating you to catch it before it slides between your lower cheeks, opting to use his tongue on you instead.

“ya’like that don’t you? missed your whinin’ pretty girl, fuck, even missed making you a fucking mess.” you keen into his touch, babbling incoherent praises to the man between your legs as he spreads you wider by the ass with one hand and forces his fingers back into your cunt with the other. his fingers curl into a come hither motion, repeatedly pressing down on your spongy spot as he sloppily makes out with your puffy nub— taking only one, two, three strokes to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your orgasm to wash over you.

your body convulses, shaking as you’re hit hard by your release— juices gushing all over your lover’s face even as he refuses to let up. “t-touya no...no no...can-can’t,” you whinge, tears clumping in your lashes. dabi spreads your lips again, using three digits instead of two to continue stimulating your clit until another release builds up inside your lower belly— clear liquid gushing out of your abused pussy and staining the sheets below.

he hums proudly, pressing a lasting kiss to your fluttering hole before reaching up to your lips to do the same, barely allowing you the time to catch your breath— chest heaving while you come down from your high. “so pretty when you squirt for me like that, sweetness,” dabi moans into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. but as soon as he comes, he’s gone— rolling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips so your ass sits in the air for him. “gonna take my cock now, kay?”

“kay,” you mumble into the sheets, brain too  fuzzy to resist as the villain manhandles you the way he wants.

after shoving down his sweatpants, the eldest todoroki grips the peachy soft flesh of your ass— smacking it a few times with his heat activated palms to watch the flesh jiggle and his handprint sink into the skin. you lean back, watching over your shoulder as his cock stands at full attention, hard from seeing you come undone on his fingers and tongue. it burns bright red at the tip, another fat glob of precum making it shine and making you dribble with anticipation. “y’such a fuckin’ slut, my beautiful slut… hungry for my cock even after i’ve wrecked your lil pussy so bad,” dabi says with a cocky lilt to his voice, the very tone making your hole clench around nothing. he taps his sticky cockhead against your slit, running it up and down your cunt three or four times— groaning as it slides between your cheeks. the sensation causes your back to arch as you wail, fingers gripping the bed covers so tight that you almost cause them to tear. “don’t you worry baby, ‘m gonna make up for lost time, you don’t have to miss me anymore.”

there’s a double meaning to his words that you don’t ask him to elaborate on, too caught up in the way he teases your hole as he dips his length in— only to pull it right back out. “don’t tease, need you badly,” you plead, earning yourself another harsh spank to your raw ass cheeks.

“shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” the words are harsh against his tongue, but dabi utters them softly as he relents to his wishes. his cerulean gaze flutters down to where your bodies begin to join, his large hand gripping his length before he starts to push into your dribbling entrance. “god, you’re s’fuckin’ tight, you might as well be a virgin.” pussy spasming at his words, you leak against touya’s cock, creating a lewd squelching sound as he pushes more of himself into you. the weight of dabi’s thick girth causes painful, yet delicious burn which he eases by rubbing soothing circles into your clit once more. “been s’long, i outta fuck you open again, huh?”

“uhuh, take me again touya. make me yours, all over again.” you slur over the spit drowning your tongue, eyes fluttering shut when the villain’s hips surge forward his dick brushes against your cervix. his rough, calloused palm grabs your neck from behind, forcing you down into the sheets while he bottoms out inside of you and pushes the last of his cock past your entrance. the two of you groan in unison, touya sitting heavy inside of your walls before you muster up the energy to say. “move.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, whilst dabi was enjoying the feeling of being engulfed by your soft, warm insides— cock twitching in relief from time to time— he finds it within him to pull back from your selfish cunt to thrust into you with all his might. the force pulls a broken squeal from between your bitten and bruised lips, your hips pushing back against dabi to keep him inside of you. the pair of you move in sync, bodies dancing in a sensual grind between lovers that moulds your cunt into the shape of your boyfriend once more. “oh fuck yeah baby, oooh, missed your cunny s’bad…” dabi yowls loudly, listening for the squashy sounds of your sexes moving against one another. “christ, you like when i talk about your pathetic little pussy like this?”

you bite down on your lower lip, embarrassed by your own bleats of pleasure when he degrades you like this. annoyed by your lack of answer, touya grabs onto your hips and pulls you off of his cock, only to slam them back into you seconds later. his pace is unforgiving and relentless from there, forcing your body up the bed with every thrust into your core. “yes! like it, love it, missed your cock so bad touya!” you cry, holding onto the sheets for dear life as his dick drags along your pleasure spots and his hands burn marks into your ass and hips.

weakly, you attempt to match his thrusts. circling the meat of your ass back onto dabi and squeezing around the head of his girth every time it plunges into your sopping pussy. your arousals mix as he pounds away at your hole, a thick string hanging between your bodies and dribbling down your inner thighs, tainting innocent skin. the wet noise reverberates across the room, creating a passionate symphony with dabi’s deep, pitiful moans.

even though it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate like this, dabi still knew all the ways to get your body going. he took you from behind but still let his marred hands wonder and explore the planes of your skin, pinching here and there, marking your body as his to use and his alone. there’s love hidden beneath his rough touches, little signs that he missed having you so close to him— having you split open on his cock while you dripped on his pelvis and ruined your bedsheets, was his own way of unleashing his pent up emotions of love, anger and despair onto you and you wanted it. you wanted his good and his bad while he fucked you like his life depended on it, balls deep inside the pussy of the woman he loved was where he was most vulnerable with you.

“s-shit, sweetness, you’re such a pretty mess, so fucked up on my cock, can feel you clamping around me like my greedy bitch should.” you’re stuffed so full, clenching every time touya drives his cock deeper into your gummy cunt, head prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. he’s losing his mind at how you choke out his iron hot girth, clear liquid seeping down your thighs at every thrust. “you’re my beautiful brain dead baby, letting me fuck you like this, yeah? missed you baby, missed this,” despite his words, touya is no better than you, mind hazy with thoughts of you creaming around him because of how good he’s made you feel. him, and no one else. you saved yourself for him after all these months, the least he could do was bring you to cloud nine.

he does so by angling his thrusts up to meet your pleasure spot every time, howling your name in the way he knows you like just to feel your hot cunny spew more of your juices out against his tummy. “missed you, thought about this for months,” you lament, elbows that kept you up finally giving out as your body tiredly collapses into the sheets— dabi’s balls still clapping against your ass. he follows you down into bed covers, chest pressing hotly against your back as the jackhammers into you from behind. “thought about your fat cock in my tight pussy, t-touched myself to you...made being alone worth it, made waiting for you to come home worth it. ‘cause i get to see your beautiful face when you fuck me…” you barely register what you’re saying, babbling incorrectly while the temperature of your body rises with your level of arousal.

behind you, touya’s cheeks burn with a new feeling. deep down, all he wanted was to be validated as a lover to you, he’d always been deemed as the bad guy incapable of feeling anything for anyone other than himself. but you, you had proved him wrong so many times and he still found your words hard to believe. yet, it felt good to know how much you loved him. snaking a hand down to your face, the villain squishes your cheeks together and brings you up to his own face despite the arch to your back— he keeps up his sinful pace, your lower cheeks bouncing with every push and pull of his length while he drips a globule of his saliva into your pouting mouth. “shut up,” he grunts harshly, although love is written across his cobalt eyes.

you smile up at him dopily, keeping eye contact with him as you swallow gratefully. “anything for you,” his hands slip from your squashed cheeks to your throat, cupping it as he holds you against him. more arousal pools in your lower stomach, turned on by the thrill of him being able to end your life right then and there, all it would take would be one flame but you know more than anything that dabi loves you and would never hurt you. “i love you, touya todoroki. i a-always will.”

your admission makes dabi’s heart stop in his chest, heated pants tickling your ear as he continues to take you and claim your body as his. with newfound vigor, he links his free hand with yours that lays against the bed and rams his cock into your core as hard and as fast as he can, determined to make you cum. “i—oh fuck, i love you too, sweetness…” the arsonist can feel the way your cunt flutters around his girth at his confession, tears building up in your eyes once more. god, you were so pretty like this, arched for him perfectly in the moon, stars illuminating every curve and dip on your body— showing off the stretch marks from where you’d carried his child. everything about you turned him on in the best possible ways and everything about you that turned him on, also turned out to be everything he loved about you.

your stupid big heart, your stupid big eyes when you say that you love him, your stupid smile when he used to kiss you and hold you and even now when he fucked you. touya todoroki was in love and in the worst possible way but he couldn’t say he regretted a single moment of it, not when you stayed true to him after all these months of being apart. you raised his child and you loved him all the same and a part of him is grateful that you never turned your back on him like everyone else he’s ever loved.

so the least he could do is make love to you, push his creamy cock into the depth of your core while kissing down your spine to watch you shudder oh so cutely. it’s messy and sloppy and the pair of you should feel nasty for the stench of sex in the air, lingering against your skin. but you don’t, how could you? not when love and adoration tingles in the air as well, it’s messy because of the unadulterated emotions you feel for one another— deep in vulnerability is where dabi grinds his cock slowly into you, hitting all the right places that make you scream his name into the night. makes him mumble incoherent praises against your bruised neck and squished cheeks as he lewdly licks a stripe up the column of your neck to behind your ear.

you gush around him and he grunts with ecstasy into your ear, tightening that knot in your stomach as you both step closer to your highs. “you like the way i fill this cunt up, huh? yeah? when i hold you like this, when i fuck you like this?” dabi mutters to you lewdly, holding onto his sanity by a thin thread as his own release sneaks up on him. “tell me you like it...fuck sweetness, please.”

“i love the way you fuck me touya, fuck! only you can make me feel this good,” you moan to appease him, bouncing back against his cock while his hips begin to stutter and your eyes begin to cross. it’s true, you love belonging to him, being able to bring him such pleasure and you know he feels the same way. the villain prods at your g-spot over and over again, stealing your breath away as he pulls you up and into your chest, changing the angle of his hips to bring you to the last hurdle. “baby—ohmygod—-touya! ‘m sososo close, don’t stop...don’t stop, gonna cum, give it to me, give it to me please!” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back against his shoulder and search for his hand, voice rising with every octave as you get closer and closer.

“fucking cum for me sweet girl, shit, cum all over this fucking cock.” dabi manages through gritted teeth, grasping your hand while the pace of his thrusts grow inconsistent.

that’s all that you need to hear before the damn breaks and arousal floods through your entire body courses through your veins. white dances behind your eyes in flashes as your release flushes out of your pussy and drips between touya’s balls, coating them in a layer your honeyed slick. you slump against your boyfriend, not able to mutter a word as you convulse in a silent scream and squeeze both his hand and cock alike.

gently, he pushes you down to the bed and pulls his cock from your intoxicating heat— his free hand clasps around his cock, palming himself towards a swift release. “yeah, oh fuck yeah, fuckin’ love you baby,” he cums on your back and your ass, thick, potent and milky seed landing on your flushed skin before he collapses beside you and exhaustion settles in his bones.

you black out for a few minutes after, fingers still intertwined but dabi manages to slip out long enough to retrieve a washcloth that's damp and warm to clean you both up with. you wake up just as he crawls back into bed with you, kissing your hairline while he makes himself comfortable. “almost thought i’d killed you for a second,” the villain jokes, slinging a loose arm over your bare waist and pulling you to lay on his chest.

“you couldn’t, even if you tried.” you counter sleepily, drawing star shapes on your boyfriend’s naked stomach. a comfortable silence sweeps over the room, despite the thoughts that linger on your mind. looking up at dabi, you notice him drifting off but still can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “why didn’t you ever come back?”

you feel dabi’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh, fingers coming up to scratch at your scalp— something that used to help you to sleep when you were together before. “i was figuring out a way to get out of the league, to be with you and kori.” he says after some time, catching your eye as you give him a confused look. “shigaraki doesn’t know about her, i never told him. but i knew from the moment we found out about her, i didn’t want her to be a part of the life i’m involved in and knowing how the league works, they’d find a way to make use of her.”

you stay quiet, not knowing what to do with the new information and dabi’s reasoning for staying away for so long. on one hand you were grateful to him for keeping your daughter quiet and safe but part of you still wished he’d given you a sign to let you know it’d all be okay. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up at him—passionate flames burning in his eyes. “i need you to trust me on this one sweetness, i promise nothin’ will happen to you nor kori. so long as i’m around.”

“pinky promise?” you ask him sweetly, feeling the truth to his words.

you hold up your pinky to the villain’s face, smiling through exhaustion as he rolls his eyes down at you. “pinky promise, babydoll. now get some shut eye, kay?” touya links your pinky with his, scoffing when you make him kiss them.

“g’night, touya.”

“sleep well, babydoll.”

the bed is cold when you wake up the next morning.

the panic sets in quickly, speeding up with the chirping of birds from your balcony outside. you shouldn’t be tearing up over the childishness of a pinky promise. he always made you promises but never actually kept the and as quickly as dabi had waltzed back into your life, he had left you alone and in the cold once more.

gathering yourself together, you stumble out of your bed— avoiding any mirrors that may show the cascade of marks dabi had left against your skin from the previous night. you feel embarrassed and ashamed that you let him back into your life so easily, especially now that you had kori to think about. tears start to well in your tired and puffy eyes as you head to the kitchen, thinking that a mug of coffee will calm you down before you prep your daughter for the day.

but as you wander out of your room, the familiar sound of your baby girl’s laugher drifts through the air— seemingly coming from the kitchen.  the sweet melody calls out to you and suddenly your casual stride to the kitchen becomes a brisk walk so you can reach her faster. “kori? baby? did you climb out of your crib again—?” you call out to her, stopping in your tracks when you round the corner.

dabi stands in the middle of your kitchen, still shirtless, with kori balanced on his hip— in one hand he holds a small blue flame, which you’re sure he believes is safe enough for kori to play with while the other steadies your baby girl while she claps and squeals. a first. you’re not too sure when the last time you’d seen her happy was, but you figure her father’s presence had something to do with it.

“i was going to make you breakfast, but the little shit woke up and i didn’t have enough free hands to make you a grilled cheese.” touya smirks over at you, diminishing his flame to grasp kori’s hand and use it to wave at you. she squeals happily, curls bouncing and eyes lighting up in a similar way to her father’s. your heart melts at the sight of them being together, seeing the mannerisms that they share and how joyous they seem. they both grinned the same way, shared the little twitch in their noses and even their sneezes. kori todoroki was an exact replica of touya todoroki, right down to the tiny red curl she had lost in her white locks.

“you know, i thought you’d left,” you make your way across to the island where dabi sets his daughter down and check her temperature— just in case her sudden change in mood is down to any sickness. “the bed was cold when i woke up.”

“didn’t i make you a promise last night, sweetness? i’m not going anywhere,” the arsonist reminds you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you wipe at kori’s pudgy baby cheeks and give her the once over again. “if you’re checking the kid’s temperature, she's usually pretty cold because of my mom’s quirk. something ice related will be coming through, but she must’ve inherited your strong constitution. guess she has a normal body temp when i’m around ‘cause it balances her out.” while dabi explains the inner workings of kori’s incoming quirk, she claps and babbles excitedly from her place on the island— making a game out of throwing her toys off of it. all of dabi’s logic makes sense and you seem a little more relieved knowing how to take care of her from here.

picking her up, along with her stray toys, you set your baby down by her playmat again and switch on some baby-safe cartoons while you fix yourself and dabi some coffee, kissing all over kori’s face beforehand. he had whined when you pulled away the first time to give your daughter some attention, it was almost comical how the big bad villain had pouted then. “i wonder if there’s anything of mine she inherited or if it’s all you and todoroki genetics.”

“well, her pretty smile certainly didn’t come from me, babydoll.” dabi muses with a light chuckle, arms trapping you against his chest once more as you continue to make you both some much needed caffeine. the coffee machine whirrs as you sway together in the early morning sunshine, warmth from the sun brushing against your skin and touya’s hair tickling your neck before he presses kisses over your fading love bites while kori’s annoying shows play in the background. everything feels complete and at peace. you feel like a real family. “i could get used to this, this life with you.”

you spin in dabi’s arms, cupping his cheeks and taking in his face for the millionth time in the last twelve hours. “then stay, or at least visit some more now that you’re back. you may not feel it, but kori and i need you. everything has always been better when you’ve been around touya… and i mean that. stay.” you stare at him with pleading eyes, standing on your tiptoes to stare him down and communicate just how much you needed him here with you both.

and for once in his life, touya todoroki feels the most loved he’s ever really felt. here in this shitty two bedroom apartment with his angelic little girl and his beautiful girlfriend during the winter season— touya knows this is right where he needs to be. “i’ll stay, for as long as you’ll fuckin’ have me.”

“forever, then?” you ask, eyes lowering to your boyfriend’s lips.

“forever it is, babydoll.” the villain nods, following your gaze before leaning down to capture your lips with a promise written into your sweet kiss.

extended ending

you thought that the best kind of weather was when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds but the air around you was still as cold as a december’s day. the breeze is enough to make your nose run just a little, but occasionally the warmth of the sun’s rays radiates across your skin like a warm blanket, balancing it out.

it was the kind of weather where people didn’t know how to dress, some wore mismatched shorts and jerseys whilst others were decked out in scarves up to their cheeks and sandals where their toes flopped out. it was the kind of weather that reminded you of dabi and kori, they were your warmth and your cold, they balanced each other out and made your family whole.

kori sits on your right hip as you push the car door closed and wave goodbye to an accomplice of your boyfriend’s— your driver for the evening. your little girl’s curls are combed back into two even pigtails, dark blue bows in each one while the red lock of her hair ( now, much longer ) curls against her forehead stubbornly. she looks so pretty, all fancied up a dress that dabi had chosen for her on this particular occasion, the lace irritated her only slightly but the decapitated endeavour plushie her father had gifted her served nicely as a distraction.

you bounce her once, cooing down at your baby before you look to the hospital in front of you— a look of determination in your eye. ever since the night touya had visited you and swore to stay, he’d kept his word to the best of his abilities. being a villain was still a major factor in your relationship, he came when he could stayed if his job permitted it— taking care of your daughter when your shifts were long and even going as far as to learn his and kori’s favourite recipes to cook on the nights where you couldn’t or you didn’t fancy take out.

in the last few weeks his visits had become slightly more scarce with shigaraki becoming more and more demanding, but touya’s plan to leave the league was slowly coming to fruition along with endeavour and the hero society which had both carved a life of struggle for the three of you.

your boyfriend being busy had given you more time to reconnect with the friends you had lost over the last year, meeting up with those from college, mina and tsuyu ( who’d simply thought you’d gone off the radar ) for kori’s first birthday. they absolutely loved her and your sweet girl loved all the attention she was getting. you even had the chance to reunite with your parents, who were more remorseful that you felt you couldn’t come to them for help than the fact that you’d gotten pregnant during college.

of course, they all asked who the father was and you simply told them that he had died ( which was half true ), using the excuse that you were embarrassed to be widowed and with a child at your young age.

shaking your head, you enter the hospital and recite the words that touya had made you practice the night before. you were here by endeavours orders and needed to see mrs.todoroki. your lover had used some sort of hack to put you on the list of visitors for his mother but one look at kori was all the guards and staff needed to let you through. a few nights prior to today, dabi had asked you to do one thing for him before it all went down, kissing your knuckles over some sushi take out.

so despite your nerves, you would go through with this for him, especially if it meant your family could be together. some guards escort yourself and kori to rei todoroki’s room, leaving you with a curt nod and slightly more polite wave to your daughter. the room itself is slightly bleak, a chair and some blue cushioned sofas positioned in an L-shape parallel to the blanketed bed. there’s a tv in the top left corner which and a set of draws underneath where a clear vase sits— containing blooming blue flowers.

rei looks up when you enter, grey eyes flashing with confusion despite the blank look on her face as kori babbles happily in your arms. “who are you?” she whispers, hands retreating from her flowers and  folding neatly in her lap.

“oh! i’m yn, your son’s fiancé and this,” you beam kindly, further entering the room and being sure to lock the doors behind you. you nod your head down to your daughter who waves around her endeavour plushy— paying no mind to the situation unfolding. “this is our daughter, your granddaughter...kori todoroki! she’s just turned one and daddy thought it was about time she met you, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“dada!!!”

rei blinks and you smile again. “she’s a daddy’s girl,” you explain and lift your hand to snow the small sapphire engagement ring on your ring finger. touya had proposed last night as well, certain your plan would work out. “and quite frankly, so am i! how can i not be when your son treats me so well.”

nodding slowly, the wife of endeavour looks down at her hands which you note, nervously fiddle with a stray petal. “so, natsu and you—?” you can see her trying to work it out, curiosity written across her features. you could see why the woman might think kori was natuso’s child— they looked a lot like each other just by first glance but rei was missing an important feature. the colour of kori’s eyes.

“oh no, your other son. the eldest one.” you correct her with a sinister shake of your head. swiftly crossing the room to set your daughter down in rei’s lap. you watch with an evil air of satisfaction as rei todoroki freezes with fear, as the mistakes her family paid out to touya suddenly come to the forefront of her mind. she wobbles with kori still in her grip and you shoot her a dark glare— reaching over to fix her flowers in their vase. “touya picked these out, always said that you loved them. such a pretty shade of blue, no wonder why they’re your favourites, right?”

“please leave.” she looks up at you pleadingly, shaking like a leaf in the breeze outside. oh how you wish your fiancé was here to see this but he had more important things to do.

rolling your eyes, you grab the remote to switch on the tv— pinching kori’s nose affectionately to make her laugh again. “come sit with me rei, let’s watch some tv to help you calm down.”

the woman nods weakly, barely moving an inch as you take a seat beside her with a smile. you skip channels a few times, pride swelling up in your chest when you finally land on the right one, touya’s broadcast flashing across the screen. he sits leisurely in a chair, shirtless with all of his beautiful scars on display— a painful reminder of his childhood and what he’d become. “i, touya  todoroki, was born as the eldest son of endeavour. today i’ve killed over 30 innocent people until now, some to protect my family. my daughter, who i have not been able to see due to my father. i would like to let everyone know why i’d end up committing such a hideous act.” he speaks such calmness and clarity, and you can’t help but feel emotional at how he stands in front of the world.

kori grins, leaping up at the sight of her father on the screen and claps her hands. “dada!! dada!! lookie s’daddy!!” she squeals while rei struggles to breathe, panic set in her eyes.

you put a hand on the woman’s shoulder, offering her a sweet grin in an attempt to calm her before the oncoming storm. “keep watching, mrs.todoroki, touya said we’d be one big, happy family after this.” the words are sugar coated and sickly sweet, carrying the dark meaning across to your fiancé’s mother.

looking away, your heart swells while touya tears down the hero society and spills the truth for all of japan to see. you were grateful to the man he’d become— loyal to you, to your daughter and the dreams that you had. the satisfaction of seeing the real villains of the world fall was much greater than any hush money enji todoroki could ever offer.

fin.

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@husband-to-tomura-shigaraki @grace-todoroki @toshiuwu  @whet-ones-write​

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Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’. 

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered. 

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet? 

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia! 

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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[kass-storycorner]

Oh god, okay hear me out. I suffer from insomnia and I couldn’t get Childes letter out of my head (btw the English version is so much less “I am in love with you” than the German one. He literally says in the German version that he misses us and wants us to visit him, like straight up this is a love letter!! The English version is really toned down in comparison).

So. I know his birthday is over, at least where I’m from. But. I wrote this whole ass fan fic, that is way too long, because I was so inspired by that letter. I’m not really satisfied with the ending, I honestly wanted to add so much more fluff but… I also didn’t want to make this too long, I actually planned for it to be short??? help (also it’s 4am now noooo)

Happy birthday, Tartaglia

Genre: a little bit angsty, fluff, comfort

Rating: SFW, though mentions of kissing and sharing a bed

Content warnings: mention of a family death, Bennett’s bad luck lol but both are unrelated haha

Characters: Tartaglia x gn!reader, a guest appearance of Bennett, mention of Zhongli

Word count: 2,796 words (oooh f*ck haha)

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You’ve been busy the whole day doing some commissions for the Adventures Guild and were now on your way to Mondstadt, when you heard a familiar voice call your name. “(Y/N)!”, Bennett called out to you and ran into your direction. A deep sigh left your throat, while you enjoyed Bennett’s company most of the time… you had to deal with a ton of your own bad luck today. Not one of the commissions today went the way they usually did, everything that could’ve gone wrong did go wrong. It was honestly just very frustrating, although you couldn’t be really sure if it was because of bad luck or because your mind was somewhere else most of the day. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the tiredness you already felt in your whole body and made your way towards Bennett. No matter what he needed help with you would be sure you could handle it. And in that moment, as the thought of how it wouldn’t be a big deal whatever Bennett had on his chest, you saw how the young adventure tripped over his own feet and fell face forwards into the dirt. ‘Ouch, that must’ve hurt’, you thought while running up to him. “Are you hurt? Here, let me help you up Bennett”, you asked while helping him get up from the ground. All you got as an answer from him was his usual laugh and smile. “Oh man, I really didn’t see that stone. Haha, thanks for the concern though!” You couldn’t help yourself and chuckled at the way he wiped off the dirt from his clothes. “So, what’s up? What do you want from me?.” “Yeah, right! I nearly forgot!”, he exclaimed and started fumbling in his bag. “Oh, got a present for me?”, you asked sheepishly. “Kinda, not really. Here!” Bennett held a letter in his hands, both bandaged again, and stretching it out to you. “A letter? For me?”, you took it in your hands. In a fine handwriting there was your name on it. It didn’t even took you a second for you to register who’s hand writing it was. What a surprise.

Before you could even start to ask Bennett how he got his hands on the letter he was already excitedly explaining it to you. “Today I had a commission on Dragonspine and to be honest, it didn’t really went that well until I ran into this one guy. I accidentally activated a few Ruin guards and well, even the most seasoned adventurer can’t fight more than one of these at a time and sadly the newest members of Benny’s adventure team had to go home again before we made it even to the mountain.”

The thought of Bennett nearly finding his end today on Dragonspine really… it really did not sit right with you. You made a mental note to ask him later who the new members were that ditched him. After you had your talk with them they wished they had stayed with Bennett on Dragonspine. “Well, in that moment when they approached me that one guy showed up and it only took him a few minutes to defeat them all. (Y/N) that was so cool! I tried to recruit him for my adventure team, but sadly he said he was already occupied with something else. Oh man, it would’ve been so cool to have him on my adventurer team, imagine with such an excellent fighter no one would be afraid of my bad luck to join my team.” While you enjoyed Bennett’s enthusiasm you had to interrupt him. “Wait, wait, Bennett. The person who gave you this letter is on Dragonspine?”

“Oh yeah! As I was saying I tried to recruit him for my team, but failed however we talked a bit and somehow he mentioned that he knew you! When I told him we were friends he asked me to give you this letter the next time I saw you.”

You felt how the excitement in you grew. He was on Dragonspine? He was so close to you again? Now you hardly could pay attention to what Bennett continued to say, all that was on your mind was the man, whom you saw the last time months ago in Liyue was so close again. “Bennett,” you interrupted him again. “Thank you so much for the letter, but I really need to get going. Thank you so much!”

And with that you changed your direction and made your way directly to Dragonspine. “Oh? Okay, bye (Y/N)!”, you heard Bennett call after you, but your mind was already occupied with opening that letter he gave you.

With shaking hands you read what stood on that thin paper in that neat and familiar handwriting:

“Hey, comrade! How have you been? You must have traveled far and wide since we last saw each other, right?

For me, I can only seek out some entertainment for myself. These past couple of days, I’ve used a work opportunity to explore Dragonspine and seek out some local specialties. I hope they will be of use to you.

The harsh cold of the snow-capped mountains is reminiscent to the scenery of my hometown…

Sigh, I’ve had many mundane days that makes me nostalgic of our time together. Whether it’s a fight or a challenge, I always feel that having you around is what makes life really interesting.

Haha, to be honest, I’ve been planning a special day to meet up with you, today could be that chance! If you have no special plans, how about you swing by my place?

I miss you, Tartaglia”

Quickly you put the letter in your bag with what accompanied it and now you were basically running towards Dragonspine. Right now you didn’t want to think about what kind of “work opportunity” there could be for the Harbringer on Dragonspine, all you could think about was seeing him again.

It has been months since you both parted ways in Liyue. You met him while being on a commission, funnily enough it was a bit similar how Bennett ran into him today. In one of Liyues ruins you looked for a book some historian in Liyue Harbour desperately tried to get their hands on. By the amount of Mora they were willing to pay it should’ve been obvious to you that it wasn’t a one-person mission… and still, you went alone into those ruins. You had no problem in destroying the first two ruin guards you ran into, but when three activated at the same time… If it weren’t for Tartaglia back then you would probably be dead. At first you were very thankful for his help, however when you found out he was also there for the book you needed your thankfulness quickly turned into anger. “Well, don’t you think I deserve a reward for helping you out, comrade?”, he teased you.

After that day you somehow always managed to run into him in Liyue Harbour or on your commissions. Back then you only knew him by his name used by the Fatui, Childe. Though it was well known in Liyue that he was one of the Harbringers, you somehow didn’t get that message after months of openly antagonising him. Only after Childe invited himself to your usual afternoon teas with your friend Zhongli you learned about his affiliations, but also more about him. If someone was hearing two people bickering, the people of Liyue knew it was you two. However none of it was malicious. Somehow it was the way you and Childe showed each other the appreciation you had for one another.

The first dislike you had for him grew quickly into a warm friendship. And that friendship grew in something more after awhile.

The first time you noticed a change in your feelings towards Childe was around the time of the Lantern rite festival. One night you were supposed to meet up with Zhongli - but Childe showed up in his instead. Apparently, so Childe, there was a lot to do at the Parlour because of a new promotion the director wanted to try and needed Zhonglis help with, so Zhongli asked Childe to accompany you to the Lantern rite.

Until this day you weren’t sure if this was just a set up by Zhongli, but even if it was, you wouldn’t hold it against him.

That night, when you and Childe walked around Liyue Harbour and watched the lanterns something fundamentally changed between the two of you. After that night you knew so much more about him and he about you. From that day on he wasn’t Childe anymore, he was Tartaglia. And both of you finally knew how the lips of the other felt on your own.

Now you were so close again to feel his warm arms around you, to listen to the sound of his heartbeat when you rested your head on his chest and to feel his lips on yours again. Oh how you missed him too.

Parting ways wasn’t easy. Both of you knew that it was best to not be so public with your relationship, for several reasons. On the one hand the Fatui weren’t what you would call popular - most people would use some stronger word to describe them. Being a Mondstadt citizen in Liyue openly dating a member of the Fatui, yeah no. On the other it was also not really well liked by the Tsaritsa for the members of the Fatui, no matter if you were just a low henchman or a Harbringer, to get involved in that way with outsides. With “not well liked” it was more implied that she forbade any romantic relationships outside and inside the Fatui ranks when they were on a mission. And Tartaglia was on a mission, a mission you knew nothing about, but to be honest? You preferred it that way. The longer you were able to ignore what it meant for him to be part of the Fatui, the better.

So because of all of this you both decided it would be best to keep the relationship in the shadows.

You both knew for sure was that you had to part ways one day, however none of you expected that you were the one going home before Tartaglia. There were a lot of nights of laying in bed with him, sharing stories from each of your homes. You told him about the Windblume Festival and Ludi Hapestrum, he told you about the festivals and traditions of Snezhnaya. When you shared stories of how your little siblings and you loved to collect as many dandelions as possible when you were children to pretend that it was snowing in the summer, he would counteract that story with the times he built entire fortresses with his siblings out of the snow in the winter. Only to then pull you closer and whisper in your ear that he’ll show you how to do that when you come with him back to Snezhnaya. You would always whisper back “okay, but first you’d need to glide with me off Startsnatch cliff”. The lovely nights you both spend together, telling each other of your homes and how much you want to show it to them were harshly interrupted by a letter you got from your family.

Life sometimes isn’t fair. It’s hard and it brutal and it’s short. So when you got the letter from your family informing you that the youngest member of the family had died, it broke you to pieces. They were only 14. That night Tartaglia held you in his arms, his hand on the back of your head, your head pressed into his chest and none of you could say a word. Only the sound of you crying piercing the quite room. Too heavy was the grief for anything to be said anyways.

The day immediately after you received that letter you and Tartaglia parted way, a quite and sad goodbye. None of you were actually sure when you would see each other again. With his hands against your tear stained face, the tears not only being shed out of grief but also out of the pain you had to leave your lover, he promised to write you as often as he could. You promised you would answer. And then you left, wishing he could come with you. Words you did not dare to speak, because you knew he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to.

Now you found yourself close to one of the Fatui camps on Dragonspine. It was quite irresponsible to just run up the mountain, without any proper preparation or knowledge where Tartaglias camp actually was. You sighed. The excitement of seeing him after such a long time, after just exchanging letters got the best of you. Frustrated with yourself you made your way towards the campsite, hoping that this time the Fatui henchmen wouldn’t immediately start attacking every stranger they see. However when you arrived at the camp site you saw that no one was there. Too exhausted from the commissions earlier in the day and running up the Dragonspine you let yourself fall down in front of the extinguished campfire. Slowly but surly the cold weather of the Dragonspine was catching up to you.

Going through your bag you were looking for the stones Tartaglia send with his letter, hoping to ignite a fire with them. But before you could find them you heart footsteps in the snow behind you.

You hadn’t even had the chance to turn around before you felt two arms looping around your body, immediately warming you up.

“Hey comrade, did you miss me?”

You felt his head on your shoulders and you couldn’t help but to lean your own against his. One of your hands made its way up to his face, touching his cheek. “Yes,” you whispered.

Turning your head you now looked into his deep blue eyes, they were filled with all the love he had for you. You wished he could look at you like this forever… that you could look at him forever.

Tartaglia leaned a bit forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips and you couldn’t help it but smile.

He slowly pulled away, entangling himself from the hug and holding his hand out to you. “Come, let’s go inside the tent. You must be freezing out here”.

Inside the tent Tartaglia threw one blanket on another blanket over another over you, while lecturing you on what appropriate clothing was for a weather like this. You really didn’t give it any second thought when you made your way to Dragonspine, still wearing the same clothes you would wear on a sunny day in Mondstadt. But you also couldn’t hide it how much you loved to just hear his voice, even when he was nagging you. “It’s fine really, now stop trying to bury me under all the blankets and warm me up yourself”, you took his hand and pulled him towards you onto the plank. “You know some people would find what you said very suggestiv”, he joked, joining you under the immense amount of blankets. “Mmmmh,” was the only thing you replied, completely enamoured with him having you by your side again. For a few minutes the both of you just laid there, close to each other and feeling each other’s heartbeat.

None of you could actually believe your luck to be in the arms of the other again. How much you had missed this. Missed him.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, making you look into his eyes again. “How you’ve been doing?”.

It was such a soft question and you knew what he meant. You wanted to tell him how exhausting everything has been since your arrival, how your family was breaking apart at all ends, what a shit show it all was. In your letters you only alluded to how bad it actually is. How it was all just made worse by him not being at your side. Though you knew you would have to tell him all of this sooner or later, right now you didn’t want to talk about it. Not in detail. Not when today was actually his special day. “It’s manageable, but better now that I’m here with you”, you replied to his question. “You?”

“Better, now that I have you here”, was his reply. You both smiled at each other, a warm and tender smile. Slowly you adjusted your position so that you now were laying on top of him, your chin on his chest. “Hey, there is something I forgot to tell you.”

“Oh, and what is it?”

“Happy Birthday, Tartaglia”, and with that you kissed him.

[tickly-trashcan]

Glasses {Hiroomi and Akihito}

A/N: dani bless u for requesting this one fjdfjsjkfnj there is a severe lack of beyond the boundary fics and i intend to FIX IT!!! i love these dorks and, funnily enough, i actually only watched this show because i read a tk fic with these two FJKJKS so im going back to my roots with this one ig LMAO anyways i hope everyone enjoys! :D i also didn’t proofread bc im feeling lazy today but i hope its still okay LOL

Summary: Hiroomi and Akihito are going back and forth on what kind of glasses would best suit Mirai when Hiroomi’s hands get a little cold.

Word Count: 1.1k (under the cut)

“Akkey~”

Akihito jumped when he felt two cold hands creep up under his arms, jolting away as he smacked Hiroomi’s shoulder.

“Would you stop that??”

“But Akkey, you know that my hands are always so cold. And you warm them up so nicely~” Hiroomi drawled, reaching for Akihito’s armpits again as Akihito jumped away, hissing.

“The girls are gonna be here soon, can you just leave it?”

Hiroomi pouted, pulling his hands back and folding his arms across his chest, about to say something else when the door to the literature club opened. Akihito glanced over with relief to see Mitsuki and Mirai walk in, both of them holding lollipops.

“Did you bring some candy for us too?” Akihito said, a small smile on his face as he walked over to Mirai, helping her with her bag. Mitsuki chuckled.

“Oh, of course not.”

Akihito huffed, setting Mirai’s bag down near the bonsai as Mirai sat down, sticking the lollipop in her mouth. Her glasses slipped down her nose slightly and she went to readjust them, making Akihito’s heart throb.

“Mirai, your glasses look stunning today,” He said earnestly, and Mirai flushed. Hiroomi smirked.

“I think that she’d look better with a frameless pair,” Hiroomi said, only to mess with Akihito, who immediately turned to him.

“They wouldn’t frame her face properly. Frameless glasses wouldn’t flatter her as well as a full-frame pair like the one she has now. That said, the red plays with the tone of her hair almost too well, so perhaps a pair of brown - oh, or maybe a wood texture…” Akihito started to drag on, boring Mitsuki and Mirai, but Hiroomi listened with a strange fascination that could only be shared because of his own weirdness.

“What about a half-rim then?” Hiroomi suggested, and Akihito slammed his fist in his palm, whipping around to Hiroomi.

“That would look great on Mirai, actually! Seems like you’re good for something other than sticking your hands where they don’t belong,” Akihito said, turning back to Mirai as she pulled a book off the shelf of the literature club’s shelves. 

“Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean?” Hiroomi said, creeping up behind Akihito and shoving his hands back under his arms. Akihito jolted, trying to shake him off as Mirai watched, flustered.

“You’re both being unpleasant!” She yelped, moving out of the way as Mitsuki laughed brightly.

“Oh boy, they’re at it again. Hasn’t Akihito told you why he hates you putting your hands there?”

“Mitsuki, shut up!” Akihito said, strained as he tried to shove at Hiroomi while keeping his arms down. Hiroomi hummed at him, curiosity dancing along his voice. 

“Are you keeping secrets from me, Akkey? I thought we were friends,” Hiroomi said, placing his chin on Akihito’s shoulder, making him squirm.

“I’m not! Come on, Mirai, back me up!”

“Is Mitsuki talking about the fact that you’re ticklish?” Mirai said innocently, lollipop in her hand as the whole room froze, everyone staring at Akihito. Nobody moved or spoke, like Mirai’s words had shattered time until Hiroomi chuckled softly.

“Ohh, I see~” He said, a smirk creeping up his face as Akihito felt a cold sweat build up on his back, not sure if it was just Hiroomi’s abnormally cold body temperature or fear. Mitsuki covered her lips with her hand to hide an amused grin, Mirai watching with confusion, completely unaware of how she had just sealed Akihito’s doom.

Mitsuki took Mirai’s hand and guided her towards the door of the literature club. “You already watered your bonsais right? Let’s go shopping, I think it’s gonna get loud in a few seconds,” Mitsuki said, her tone teasing as Akihito squeaked when Hiroomi lightly wiggled his fingers.

“D-Don’t leave me! Hey, you guys-” Akihito was cut off by the door to the literature club shutting, leaving him alone again with Hiroomi, who knew a little more than he did before.

“So, we’ve known each other for how long, Akkey? When were you planning on telling me?”

“Never!” Akihito said, shoving at Hiroomi, who held firm onto him. He clicked his tongue, dancing his fingers lightly as Akihito huffed, already feeling tingles spread across him. Hiroomi hummed, starting to curl his fingers slightly, scribbling them around as Akihito doubled over, gripping the edge of the literature club’s table as he squirmed.

“D-Dohon’t!” Akihito exclaimed, trying to shake Hiroomi off and contain his laughter, which was already proving unsuccessful.

“Why not? You’ve kept it from me for so long, I might as well make up for lost time,” Hiroomi teased, his light scribbles quickly digging in a bit more, making Akihito shriek before dissolving into immediate cackles, shaking his head as Hiroomi smiled widely.

“Heh, Mirai wasn’t kidding, huh?”

“Shuhuhut up! Leheheave me alone!” Akihito whined through his laughter, squealing when Hiroomi curled his fingers slightly, scratching at Akihito’s underarms.

“I wonder if you’re ticklish anywhere else…” Hiroomi pondered aloud, moving his hands down to Akihito’s ribs. He yelped, throwing his head back as Hiroomi continued to hold him up, smiling softly at his friend’s reactions.

“My my, how come I never knew about this?” Hiroomi teased, and Akihito shook his head, squirming as Hiroomi wiggled his fingers against his lower ribs.

“Yohohou didn’t neeheeheed to!” Akihito wailed. His knees gave out and he crumpled down, still holding onto the table as Hiroomi smirked. 

He pulled his hands away for a moment and Akihito immediately went to catch his breath, only to screech when Hiroomi dug his hands back under Akihito’s arms, immediately clamping his arms down. When he let go of the table he lost his balance and fell to his side, Hiroomi following him and using both hands to dig into his armpits.

“HAhaha! Ohohoho gohod, not thehehehere!”

“But Akkey~” Hiroomi cooed, avoiding Akihito’s flailing forearms as he traced his hands down to his stomach, scribbling his fingers across Akihito’s tummy. “I want to see just how ticklish you are.”

Akihito flushed and grabbed onto Hiroomi’s hands, trying to pry them away from his stomach as they skittered around, tracing the sides and then closing in on his hips, scratching lightly at the dip.

Akihito rolled around, trying to avoid Hiroomi’s tickly hands, but they were stuck on him like glue as they sent ticklish sensations all over him, driving him crazy as his laughter finally started to hiccup slightly.

Hiroomi took that as a cue to stop and slowed his fingers, pulling away and sitting next to Akihito as he crossed his arms, waiting for his friend to recover.

“Thahat was unpleasant,” Akihito said softly, still giggling slightly from the tickle attack.

“You’re starting to sound like your girlfriend,” Hiroomi said with a chuckle, laughing when Akihito jolted up and shoved him, blushing.

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

Hiroomi stood, helping Akihito up with a smile as he held back another comment. Akihito brushed himself off, freezing up when Hiroomi stuffed his hands under his arms again. Hiroomi chuckled.

“I won’t tickle you again. I just need to warm my hands a little,” He hummed, and Akihito grumbled.

“Fine…”

[morganaspendragonss]

Can I please request a fic where TK takes care of Carlos/gives him lots of cuddles after Carlos has a bad day?

you absolutely can anon! i missed posting so here's something short and soft in the meantime 😊

ao3 | 954 words

It’s a rare occasion for TK to be awake before Carlos outside of days when his shift starts early. It’s not that TK enjoys lazing around in bed all day exactly, but he certainly intends to take advantage of their ridiculously comfy mattress and pillows for as long as he possibly can.

Carlos, normally, is the complete opposite, often up and going about his day long before TK even thinks about moving. So, normally, TK treasures these moments when he gets to watch his boyfriend sleep, to gently run his fingers down his face and marvel at how at peace he looks.

Today is different.

Today, Carlos’s brows are creased in a definite frown and his body is curled in on himself, as if to protect him from some invisible threat. TK doesn’t know the details—Carlos hadn’t wanted to talk about it last night—but he knows that yesterday had been difficult, and that his boyfriend is still struggling with whatever they encountered during his shift. TK had considered calling up Mitchell to ask, but the thought of it hadn’t sat well, feeling like an invasion of Carlos’s privacy,

TK trusts his boyfriend, and right now, that trust means letting Carlos talk in his own time.

Upon waking, he watches Carlos for a few moments, before slowly getting out of bed, careful not to wake him. He ventures down to the kitchen, humming softly under his breath as he grabs what he needs and gets started on breakfast.

TK might not be a culinary genius like Carlos, but he can manage toast, and he vows then and there to make the best toast possible if it will help Carlos feel better after his bad day.

Once the bread is in the toaster, he digs around in the cupboard until he finally manages to get his hands on the box of tea bags lurking at the back. Carlos—the heathen—prefers tea in the mornings, a quirk TK will never understand, but which he’s more than happy to indulge for the sake of getting a smile out of Carlos.

Unfortunately, another thing TK is decidedly not is quiet, and, as he’s buttering the toast and arranging everything on a tray, he hears movement from upstairs. He holds his breath, waiting, but no-one appears at the top of the stairs, and the sounds indicate Carlos has just shuffled to the bathroom and back, the click of the bedroom door closing confirming it a few moments later.

TK grins and carefully picks up the tray, moving slowly upstairs. It’s only when he gets to the bedroom that he realises what else the earlier click means—the door is shut.

Like, completely shut.

Fuck.

There goes his plan to smoothly waltz in with breakfast. He sighs, looking between the door and the tray, then sets the tray down on the floor and reaches to turn the door handle.

Only for it to swing open just as he grabs hold of it.

“Shit!”

It’s a miracle he wasn’t holding the tray, because he definitely would have dropped it. Carlos, somehow, seems entirely unaffected, and just raises his eyebrows as TK presses a hand to his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

“Are you okay?” Carlos asks, sounding two seconds from laughing. TK glares at him, but all of his annoyance melts away at the sight of the bags under his boyfriend’s eyes and the tired slump to his shoulders.

He shifts to obscure the tray before Carlos can see it and pushes gently on his shoulders. “Back in bed,” he orders, not letting up until Carlos is under the covers again, obviously confused. He holds up a finger. “Stay there.”

Carlos sighs and mutters something, but TK ignores him and goes to fetch the tray, smiling at the surprise on Carlos’s face when he sets it down in his lap.

“Ty, what...?”

TK slides into bed next to him and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning to you too,” Carlos says, turning to kiss him properly. “But, seriously, what is this?”

“Breakfast.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “I can see that, funnily enough.” He raises an eyebrow pointedly, and TK sighs, smiling shyly and reaching out to take Carlos’s hand.

“I just… I know you had a bad day yesterday,” he explains. “And you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I wanted to take care of you so you don’t have to worry about anything. So…” He waves his hand towards the tray. “Breakfast.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything for a long moment, his eyes darting between the tray and TK. Then, without warning, he lets out a sob and leans into TK, burying his face in his neck.

Worry wells up in TK, making his heart clench painfully. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Carlos sniffs, then lifts his head to look up at TK. His eyes shine with tears, but he’s smiling, and he leans in to kiss TK again, soft and gentle and perfect. “Nothing’s wrong. Just… Thank you.”

TK shrugs and shifts his gaze down, suddenly feeling uncomfortably exposed. “It’s just toast.”

“It’s everything,” Carlos corrects, and he pulls TK close, letting him rest his head on his shoulder. They fall into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional quiet grumble from TK’s own stomach.

He ignores it the first few times, but by the fifth, Carlos laughs and holds out the remains of his toast. TK smiles sheepishly and takes it with a mumbled apology.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Carlos says affectionately, dropping a kiss on the top of TK’s head.

And TK knows—to be loved by Carlos Reyes makes him the luckiest man in the world.

[celest1all]

Birthday Bewilderment • Spencer Reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: "I think [Y/N] broke Derek's nose."

request: Yello! Can I I request a spencer fic where they go to throw y/n a surprise party bc shes been feeling really down after cases and when she walks in she accidently punches Derek bc she got scared of them yelling surprise

warnings: one kiss, swearing, that's about it.

authors note: this is probably terrible but here we are. i also didn't include the case part, i hope that's okay???:)

masterlist

Spencer had been acting weird all week, bordering on sketchy. He had been extremely skittish -- only around you, funnily enough -- and trying to avoid you as much as possible. Which was abnormal for Spencer.

You had tried cornering at least once a day to try and figure out what was going on, but the sneaky bastard managed to wiggle his way out of any situation. How? You never knew, but it was getting old real fast.

----

“Hey, Pen?” You walked into Garcia's office and planted yourself on one of her desks, making her yell at you for sitting on her precious equipment. “Sorry.”

“No worries my lovely little cherub.” She smiled widely, swivelling in her swirly chair, motioning to one of the other ones in her lair. “Sit, sit!”

You grabbed it and made sure to position it right in front of her, “Can I ask you a question?”

Penelope’s brows furrowed slightly, confusion evident on her features. “Of course! What’s going on?”

You quickly shook your head, laughing slightly. “It’s nothing bad, it's just... Reid’s been acting kind of funny lately, and I was wondering if--” Before you could finish your sentence, Garcia spun her chair around to face her computers quicker than you could say the word ‘spin’.

“Nope, no.” You watched her shake her head as she muttered to herself.

“Penelope??” You tried to gain her attention, but ultimately failed.

“Oh would you look at that! I have a thing down at...thing.” she switched all her monitors off before standing up abruptly “It was good talking to you [Y/N]. Okay, bye now.” she walked out of the bat cave whilst shaking her head once again and muttering things you couldn't decipher, leaving you once again puzzled.

Not needing to be in the room anymore, you decided to leave and track down someone else who might know what was going on. And you had just the right person in mind; JJ. She of all people would know what would be going on with Spencer. She is the closest person to him, other than you after all.

As you walked back into the bullpen, you spotted Derek who was in an intense conversation with Garcia. Thing down at thing my ass. You waved at them as you walked past but didn't bother in engaging with them as they were obviously talking about something private.

Finally, you had made it to where JJ was which was in the round table room, going over some files like she normally would. As you walked in, you chose to go at it with a different angle. As the first way didn't work, maybe the second way would work.

“Hey Jayje.” You smiled politely at the blonde as you sat down on the seat next to her.

She smiled brightly back at you, shutting the case file she was reading. “Hey, I was just thinking of you.”

“Were you?” You asked her, cocking your head to the side slightly.

“Yeah, I just remembered that it’s your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?”

You groaned loudly and covered your face with your hands, “Ugh, don’t remind me.” You never did find birthdays worth celebrating. Wow, you are one year older. What a joy. Sarcasm intended.

“Oh come on, [Y/N]. It won't be that bad.” You sent her a pointed look, meaning that chances are you will be sent on a case like all the other birthdays had been. “Besides, you have all of us.”

“I had you guys last year. And the year before that, and the year before that. And then--”

“Okay,” she chuckled lightly, “I get it. Besides, I think that this birthday will make you want to celebrate them more often.”

Now that caught your attention. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t tell you that, I’m afraid.” JJ said whilst smirking, beginning to gather up her stuff off the table.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“I'm off to have lunch with Will and the boys.” She clarified, shouldering her black bag. “See you later, [Y/N].” Before you had a chance to reply, she disappeared out the door with you once again being left alone with zero answers. You huffed and leaned back in your seat, arms folded over your front.

----

Before long, it was the end of the day and everyone was finally able to leave. Much to your dismay, you left the BAU with just as little information as you had at the beginning of the day. It was pissing you off tremendously.

Gathering up your stuff, you looked around briefly. It was oddly empty. And quiet. Which was extremely unusual for the BAU. You frowned for what felt like the ninetieth day that day and walked around a bit, trying to see if there was anyone in. Thankfully, there were some agents still on shift but not many, not as many as there should be. You were confused but decided not to give it any thought, opting to head home for some much needed rest.

Once you arrived at your apartment, you walked your way up the long stairs which just further added to your annoyed state, wishing you took the elevator. You managed to reach your door without stopping for a break, which happened much more often than you had liked to admit. You put your key in the lock and opened it, throwing it on the nearby counter. Just as you were about to turn around, the lights turned on. “Surprise!!” A cacophony of noise erupted from all around your apartment, making you panic. So panicked in fact, you accidentally punched the person to your left in the nose.

“Shit!” Your eyes widened in realisation, it was Derek you had punched.

“Oh my god! Jesus.”

“Happy Birthday.” He said, wincing slightly when he spoke. Turning around to face everyone else in the room, which turned out to be Spencer, Penelope, Hotch, Aaron, Emily, Will and the boys, you started laughing.

“My birthday’s tomorrow guys.” You pointed out, looking at Spencer mainly as he must have been the one to set the whole thing up.

“I know,” he smirked, walking towards you. “I do have an eidetic memory.”

“So then why did you do this,” you motioned to everything around you “today?”

Spencer carried on walking until he was directly in front of you, a hand lightly caressing the side of your face. He smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Because I know how much I annoyed you this week by ignoring you and you wouldn't have lasted another day. And I know how much you hate your birthday and today isn’t technically your birthday, so…”

You stared at him, a smile playing at your lips and a blush making its way onto your face. “That’s really sweet.”

“Sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you.” Spencer teased, you hitting him playfully in return.

“Thank you.” You said softly. “I love you.”

He tilted your chin up towards him, staring down at you, “I love you.”

You felt Spencer’s lips on yours before you even knew he was kissing you. It was a soft yet passionate kiss, which made the moment even more amazing. You truly did love the man, no matter what.

“Guys,” JJ spoke, causing the two of you to break apart. “I think [Y/N] broke Derek’s nose.”

[yourlmanburg]

and i'll be here, my love // c!dream x gn!reader

word count: 1,781

summary: you finally cave in to your emotions and visit your boyfriend in prison

request?: thank you anon!! i really enjoyed this one :D

this fic takes place after dream kills/revives tommy but before quackity's visit!! also i proofread like half of it pls forgive any mistakes

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You thought you were ready, you thought you could handle seeing him again. You really did.

Turns out you were very, very wrong.

When you turned up to Sam's place in tears, begging to be allowed to see your partner in the prison that he was in charge of, he was shocked to say the least - but even so he found himself without a reason to deny your desperate request. And so today was the day; you were going to see Dream for the first time in two months.

A lot had happened since the last time you saw him. You'd always worked alongside Dream and everybody knew that, yet he was the one who faced the severe consequences. You didn't care about the fact that he killed Tommy. In fact, you were happy about it! He deserved it. Annoying little bastard. But there was something that just didn't feel right about the thought of visiting him and it stopped you for this long, but you refused to let the thoughts get in the way any longer.

You made your way through the Nether Portal on Sam's command, shaking like a delicate autumn leaf on a windy day. You gave the creeper hybrid a forced smile as you approached him, your heart racing faster than ever and your palms clammy.

“Hi.” you greeted, and Sam smiled back sympathetically.

“Hello,” he replied, his voice plain. This is what must be known as his Warden State. “I just have a few questions to ask before we get started, is that okay?” you simply nodded in response, expecting the worst as per usual. “Alright, when was the last time you visited the prison?”

“This is my first time.”

“Where is your place of residence located?”

“I don’t, uh, I don’t really live anywhere.” you admitted with a pink tint to your face, you’d been so caught up in what was going on that you just didn’t think to build yourself a house. It’s not like you needed one, anyways.

“Mhm, okay. Do you believe the prisoner is deserving of being locked up?” well shit. How the fuck were you mean to answer this? Of course Dream didn’t deserve this! You weren’t stupid; you’d noticed how tense Sam had been around you, especially after you completely revealed yourself to be not only on Dream’s side, but his significant other, too.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” you lied. “Despite the feelings I hold towards him, the things he did are truly unforgivable and that’s why I’m here today; I need to talk things through with him.” probably the best to add that in for good measure. Sam nodded and you could see his shoulders sink a little, great - you were beginning to get on his good side, you hoped at least.

Look, it’s not like you were oblivious to the fact that you were a bad guy. If anything, you loved it, and you loved Dream! You two were a pair, and there was nothing that could come between you, not even what he did… you struggled to admit to yourself that what he did was going a little bit too far. But this must be part of some greater plan that you didn’t know of yet, it must be! Surely he wouldn’t do these things for nothing?

“And what are all your prior relations with the prisoner?”

“A friend then a lover. Perhaps an enemy - we’ll see how this goes.”

“Right. Are you willing to submit to any and all physical exams?” you nodded your head once again, aching to be in the arms of your lover once more. Even if it meant living a lie, telling everyone you’d moved on and you never wanted to speak to him again, you’d do it. For him. “Do you acknowledge that you may not bring anything into the prison with you?” “I do.”

“And do you recognise that I, Awesamdude, am the ultimate authority on the grounds and what I say goes?”

“I do.”

“Okay,” he said, dragging out the “o” as he finished scribbling down your answers in his book. He then placed another book on the lectern in front of you, asking you to read through the waiver out loud and then to sign it, which you did. Once the waiver was signed and you were ready to go, Sam instructed you to place all of your belongings in the locker to your left and you complied, trying to be as fast as possible so you could see Dream a little bit sooner.

You were then faced with many aforementioned physical examinations to make sure you were not a threat to the safety of anyone (which you weren’t) and it was finally, finally time to lower the bubbling lava surrounding the main holding cell. The cell that he was in.

You couldn’t lie, you were absolutely shitting yourself. It had been two months since you and Dream had last seen each other, and as far as you were aware he didn’t know you were visiting today. What if he was mad at you for leaving it this long? What if he’d fallen out of love with you? What if-

“Make sure you move with the bridge, okay?” your spiralling panic was thankfully interrupted by Sam and you looked up from the spot on the floor which you zoned out on, to see an awfully familiar green hoodie paired with ripped blue jeans, to see him.

And funnily enough, the segment of the stone floor you were standing on began to move. You wobbled a bit at first which panicked Sam a little, he couldn’t stand being responsible for a second death, but you regained your balance and felt the nerves rise up as you neared the cell. He was there. He was waiting.

You stepped off the platform once it reached the obsidian, waiting for the barrier to be lowered.

“Y/n?” was all he said, his eyes filling up with tears as the lava was lowered once more.

“Dream!” you exclaimed in glee, hopping over the barrier to be engulfed in his warm hug. You could feel his bones through the ripped green hoodie he was wearing and his mask was in anything but a good state, his dirty blond hair had grown out a lot and the bags beneath his eyes were more prominent than ever. You decided not to mention any of the alarming things you noticed though, taking note of the very little space and furniture he’d been living with. To think this is what he’d been dealing with while you had no idea… you felt terrible. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay, I’ve been okay. Decided to do a little experiment on Tommy, did you hear about it?” he asked excitedly, a genuine grin painted across his face.

“Have I? It’s been the talk of the town! Everyone fucking hates you for that, you know.” “Everyone?” “Almost everyone. The Eggpire celebrated the news and Puffy was livid about it, and acting as if I cared was more exhausting than it sounds. You did a good deed honey, you really did.” you said with an honest smile, properly looking Dream in the eyes for the first time in a long time.

His green irises stood out as always, piercing through your own e/c eyes. There was a hint of desperation in them, it was as if they were screaming at you to let him out of this absolute hellhole of a place. You couldn’t blame him, really - what did he have? A cauldron of water, a chest and a lectern with an empty book placed on it. Your heart ached for the man who stood before you, you wanted nothing more than to get him out of this horrid place.

“Great!” he said with enthusiasm in his voice - but something was off, it was more than obvious.

“Dream, love,” your eyes softened as you spoke, taking his hand in your own and gently rubbing your thumb along his knuckles. You adjusted his mask so you could see his face properly with your other hand before tracing it across a fresh scar that reached right from his eyebrow to his chin, but that was a topic for another conversation. “Tell me the truth now, how are you holding up in here?” the smile he held faltered as he looked towards the floor, the grip you had on his hand tightening ever so slightly.

“It’s not too bad, I guess. Just tiring, y’know? All I have to eat is raw potatoes and that’s the only reason Sam ever comes to visit me. I used to have a clock, too, multiple actually, I’d always throw them in the lava so he’d come and give me a new one and he’d be forced to visit me, but I’m not allowed another one now. Tommy’s come to see me a few times, but you already know that, and Sapnap’s been and he said he’d kill me and Bad’s also been and he was the only person who’s been nice to me, besides you of course, and Sam hates me and everything’s just been a mess and-”

“Shhh,” you ever so gently placed a tender finger over his lips, stopping him from spiralling. “Breathe with me, okay? You’re panicking again.” you took Dream through a few deep breaths in and out, in and out. He began to calm down and after pulling his mask over his face to hide his tears, he pulled you into the tightest hug yet. You felt him shaking beneath your touch, and you felt absolutely terrible for him.

“Say, how about I come and visit you every day? I can whip up some lame excuse so Sam doesn’t suspect anything. I’ll come here and I’ll talk to you, I’ll keep you company and we can talk through things, because I think we can agree there’s a lot we need to go through in regards to recent events. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’m so glad I get to see you again my darling.” he cupped your cheek in his hand and you placed your own palm above his hand, clasping it and placing a soft kiss on his lips beneath his broken, white mask.

“I love you, Dream, never forget that.”

You hugged one last time before calling for Sam, assuring him that you’d be back tomorrow. And you were, and again the next day, and the day after that, and so on and so forth. The love you had for Dream was endless and you were forever grateful that he trusted you enough to see him like that.

[whumpmatsus]

28 Kara is cute, one would say too cute to suffer. Not me. Maybe fic where he is feeling really sick, but being the quiet one he is forgotten for a while? Or something. Pls and thanks.

haha, nobody is EVER too cute to suffer here! including precious baby 18!Kara~ <3

I had fun with this, I hope you like it! c:

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It’s pouring rain when the rest of the sextuplets come to walk Karamatsu home from the train station, and he doesn’t want to go out in it.

Today’s drama club meeting wasn’t a very good one. The teacher leading it got focused on the two lead actors for the play which the club is showing tomorrow night, because they were both fighting and at each other’s throats. Most of the others ignored Karamatsu in favor of being on their phones or reading magazines or running lines while the teacher was busy with the leads.

Finally, in a twist that puts the cherry on the horrible meeting sundae, despite the fact that he’s playing a small part, Karamatsu messed up his own lines every single time. The others were so irritated with him, he wished the floor would just swallow him up.

Usually he’s so good with acting. It’s something he’s passionate about and enjoys and takes pride in. Today… it’s not that he’s nervous about the production. It’s that he just feels awful.

He’s been tired since he woke up, he’s warm and clammy at the same time, his throat is scratchy, he keeps coughing and sneezing, and any part of his body that doesn’t have a specific complaint is simply achy. Mommy noticed that he wasn’t feeling well when she sent them all to school, but he begged her not to keep him home, and since he didn’t have a fever this morning, she let him go.

There’s… definitely a fever running through him now, though. He thought for sure his brothers would notice and maybe ask him if there was anything they could do; instead, he’s been behaving so normally as far as they’re concerned, with his quiet nature and tendency to cry over small things, that not a single one of them has picked up on it.

On top of everything else, he forgot his umbrella. It was supposed to be sunny today, so he had to walk from school to the train without one, and now when he gets out of the station, he has to go out into the rain with barely any protection.

Although he’s crying by the time he reaches his brothers, it blends in pretty well with the rain.

Thankfully, all his brothers are carrying umbrellas, so he huddles under Osomatsu’s and presses himself against his older brother’s side. Osomatsu immediately accommodates him, pulling Karamatsu in to get dry. “Hey, bro! Geez, you’re shaking like a leaf. Sorry you didn’t have your umbrella!” He chuckles and tousles Karamatsu’s hair. “That’s what you get for picking a nerd hobby that’s right after school so you don’t have time to go home and get anything.”

“Don’t listen to him, Kara ― your hobby is just fine,” Choromatsu hums. He’s busy trying to entertain Totty, who’s doing his damnedest to attach himself to Choromatsu’s hip. “Now, guys, it’s raining out here, so can we please go home and get some tea? If we stay out here much longer, we’re gonna catch colds, and I do not want to be sick for graduation.”

Jyushimatsu scoffs. “That’s still two weeks away. We’d be fine, dumbass.”

Choromatsu’s face turns bright red. “W-well, if you’re fine getting sick regardless, you can go jump in the puddles for all I care!”

A smile briefly flashes across the second youngest’s face. “Really??” And just like that, he’s back to looking constantly angry. “Naaah… that shit’s for babies!”

They all begin to walk, and Ichimatsu shakes his head. “Ah, Karamatsu-nii-san… some of my friends wanted to come see that play tomorrow. What time does it start, again?”

“U-uh.” Karamatsu sniffles a few times, nuzzling against Osomatsu’s shoulder. “7 P.M. for the first one. Then there’s another showing at… at 8:30. I… don’t know if I’m… going to go, though.”

“What??” Choromatsu frowns as the six of them stop for the crosswalk. “You’ve never had stage fright before. You’ll be fine once you get up on the stage.”

“I don’t know, Choro…”

“Oh, come on, Kara-nii-san. Don’t cry like that… you made a commitment! You don’t wanna let your club down, right?”

Karamatsu reaches up to try and wipe the tears away. Not only is it kind of ineffective because his rain-soaked bangs keep dripping down his face, his hand keeps brushing against parts of his acne as he tries, which is painful. “Y-yeah, but…”

Osomatsu gives his little brother a squeeze that he thinks is supposed to be reassuring. It’s a bit rough, though. “No ‘but’s unless you’re grabbing a girl’s butt, Kara! You got this! You’ve done this shit before and totally nailed it. You usually don’t have too many lines, anyway, so it’s not that bad, is it?”

God, he should have a little more backbone. He should be able to say things decisively and not just fall silent when his brothers push him like this. Actually, if he just managed to say outright that he’s sick, they wouldn’t even be saying anything like this stuff. Right now they just think it’s pre-curtain jitters, which happens, which they can usually shake him out of because they know he loves acting.

Funnily enough, even though he doesn’t have much of a spine himself, this crappy cold of his evidently thinks this is the perfect time to speak up. The congestion he’s been fighting blossoms into something insistent that he can’t ignore, and he quickly ducks his face down between his hands.

“― Hh’DSHH! Hah’DTchh! Hd’TCHHuu! Ahh’DTSCHhhoo!”

A volley of coughs rides on the tail end of the last sneeze, so much that he can barely get a breath in. Each one makes his all-over soreness sharpen for a second, unbearable pinpricks of pain across his whole body. The coughs make something in his chest crackle and it hurtsand suddenly he’d pulled into a protective hug.

Part of him wishes he could just pull away. The part of him that wants to lean into the contact wins out, allowing him to nestle into his older brother’s chest as he continues to cough.

“Shit, Karamatsu!” Osomatsu starts rubbing his little brother’s back in an attempt to help break up the fit. “The fuck, man? That sounds nasty. You coming down with something?”

Karamatsu can feel the others hovering closer, murmuring in concern among themselves. The coughs finally taper off and he scrubs at his eyes, no matter how much it hurts, even as more tears start to bubble up. “Y-yeah… I woke up sick…”

“What??” Choromatsu sounds almost like he’s been betrayed or something. “You should have stayed home! Ah… wait… wait, you walked all the way to the station from school in the rain when you already have a cold? That’s a great way to end up with a sinus infection or pneumonia! Shit, we gotta get you home…”

“Sorry…” Karamatsu manages to croak out, followed by more sniffles. Thanks to the cold air and the sneezing, his nose has started running again. “U-uh… does anyone have tissues…? I used all mine already…”

Ichimatsu starts to dig around in his pockets. “Yeah, I think I have some.”

As he hands over a small pack to his older brother, Osomatsu gives a protective squeeze. “Hey, Choro, don’t blame Karamatsu for all this. He should have said something, sure, but it’s not all on him here. We should have noticed something was up. Right? We’re his brothers.”

Karamatsu lets out a small whine of protest, pressing a tissue over his nose. It would have been nice for them to notice, but… it’s not like it’s their job. They don’t owe it to him to pay attention to him. “I-it’s not your fault…”

Before anyone else can say a word, Totty lets go of Choromatsu and darts over to circle his arms around Karamatsu’s waist. He’s sort of wedging himself between Karamatsu and Osomatsu, pretty clearly wanting to be with both of them. “Ah! We love you, Karamatsu-nii-chan!! We’ll take good care of you!”

“… Yeah,” Choromatsu chuckles. He reaches over to pat Karamatsu’s back. “I’m sorry we weren’t paying enough attention to notice you weren’t feeling well. But we’re gonna get you home and tucked into bed. And I’m sure Mom will call the drama club teacher to tell her you can’t perform tomorrow night.”

Jyushimatsu hums, and he appears to be trying very hard not to smile wide like he wants to do. “We’re probably all gonna catch it, right?”

Ichimatsu chuckles softly. “Yeah, that’s what usually happens.”

“So… we can go stomp in puddles, right? Since we’re gonna get sick anyway?”

“No, no, no,” Choromatsu immediately speaks up, “no stomping in puddles! We have to get Kara home!”

Of course, it’s too late. Jyushimatsu has run off ahead of them all, launching himself into every puddle he can find, his face switching between an irritated scowl and a borderline maniacal grin.

Totty’s still clinging to Karamatsu, snuggling against his shoulder. “We’ll all get to be sick together! That means we get to stay home from school for a couple days. We can sleep and watch movies and have a big cuddle puddle.”

Choromatsu sighs. “As long as we don’t miss the commencement ceremony, that’s okay. I guess the last few weeks of our senior year don’t matter too much with regard to schoolwork, anyway. Especially since we’re already adults.”

Another few coughs are muffled against Osomatsu’s chest, prompting everyone to give a brief stroke to Karamatsu’s back or hair. “Well, before we catch it,” Osomatsu says, “we’ve gotta get this geek home and throw his ass in bed. He’s really warm… feels like his skin’s gonna burn his clothes up. C’mon, Kara. We’ll get you wrapped up in a blanket, then maybe I can help Mom make some kayu to make you feel better.”

“Mm…” Well. That does sound pretty good. “… W-with umeboshi on top?”

“Yeah, sure! Whatever you want! And Choro can make some tea, Totty can pick out a movie, Ichi can get a cold cloth for your forehead, and Jyushi…” Osomatsu blinks and peers out where their fifth eldest is… way ahead of them. “What can Jyushi do?”

Choromatsu blows out a slow, frustrated breath. “… Stay out of the way??”

Totty giggles. “He can be the bodyguard! We’ll station him outside the room, and if any of Ichimatsu-nii-chan’s friends come by to try and take Ichimatsu-nii-chan away, Jyushi-nii-chan will scare them off!”

“Hey, yeah! That’s a good idea, Totty!”

“What? Why do you want to scare my friends away?”

“Because Karamatsu-nii-chan’s sick! They can’t drag you off somewhere when your big brother needs you! That’d be mean.”

“A-ah, hahahah… he’d be fine without me, but… I can just say no! We don’t need Jyushi to scare them away.”

“We miiiiiiight! At least, it would be funny!”

Karamatsu offers a tiny laugh, which quickly turns into another couple of coughs. He puts a weak arm around Totty and wonders how he’s going to keep his eyes open for the rest of the walk home. He thinks they’re not too far away, though.

“Thanks, guys… this… this might not be such a bad day after all…”

[dirtyoatmeall]

Together, It’ll be okay (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: :0 I know another fic so soon!!! But I’m crying after reader ch 138 of aot sooo I needed the comfort so have OOC soft tsukki because I said so. 

Pairing: Established Tsukishima x gn!reader, Established Yachi x Yamaguchi

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Mentions of mental health issues (reader is in a depressive episode), post time-skip

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You and Tsukishima have been dating for a year now, and while the two of you are extremely open with each other, there are still things you try to keep to yourself, mostly for his benefit. This mostly pertains to your moods, when your anxiety gets the best of you, when you’re feeling insecure, or when you feel the creeping grasp of depression starting to take hold. You usually isolate yourself when these happen, canceling dates under the guise of being ‘sick’ and rescheduling when you ‘feel better’. Thankfully it happened sparsely enough that your excuses didn’t seem suspicious, or so you thought.

The two of you did not live together, you were waiting to save a bit more so you could get an apartment closer to your work places. He lived with Yamaguchi, and you lived with Yachi, all of you had gone to high school together, and funnily enough all four of you started dating around the same time. After you and Tsukishima got together, you helped Yachi confess to your freckled friend. Yachi was one of your closest friends, and she knew about your struggles and often helped you get through them. While your medications helped, you still had bad days, and this time, it was more of a bad week.

It was the third day, which in itself isn’t unusual, but by this time you were usually making improvements, but currently you were getting worse, dangerously close to spiraling, and it worried Yachi immensely. She was more often than not able to help you through them, wrapping up easy leftovers for you to eat when you shuffled out of your room at midnight, or helping you with laundry. But she was running out of ideas. It seemed no matter what she did, it either had no effect or made it worse. You almost never came out of your room, you had a bathroom attached, so the only other place in the apartment you went was the kitchen, but she hadn’t seen you in there, and the leftovers were untouched. She had left some crackers by your bedside, hoping you’d at least eat something but it had been days, and she needed backup.

She felt guilty, dialing his number, but she knew he was what you needed, someone more than a friend. She stepped out into the hallway when he answered, not wanting you to hear the conversation. She gave an idea of what was going on, that you were in a bad place right now, and while she could usually help you out of your slumps, she was worried you were only getting worse. He was just getting out of work for the day, and thankfully the museum was nearby your apartment. They decided Yachi would go stay with Yamaguchi, letting you and Tsukishima have the apartment to yourselves.

Tsukishima gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he thought back on the other times you’ve canceled at the same time Yachi had. He had always assumed it was just sickness spreading from you to your roommate, he never entertained the possibility you were lying. He knew you struggled with your mental health, but as far as he knew, your medications were keeping everything under control. He sighed, and slumped in his seat, knuckles relaxing as he turned into your complex. It’d be fine, you’d be fine.

You weren’t fine. When Tsukishima entered the apartment, Yachi went into specifics. Apparently at the start of this week you had a confrontation at work, and then got a failing grade on an important test in one of your classes, one that you needed to pass to graduate. Those paired with how birth control was affecting your body, everything quickly snowballed. You had barely left your room, you hadn’t at all today, and did once yesterday. You were crying most of the time, silent sobs racking your frame as you clutched a pillow to your chest, the only audible noise being the gasps of breath and the sniffles. You only slept when you were too exhausted from crying to stay awake. Yachi had managed to get you to shower and change at the start of everything, you were still in your pajamas from then, your hair having fallen out of the braids, now pulled back messily. It had seemed like you ran out of tears, you were staring at the wall silently when she last checked on you, shifting further into the bed instead of answering when she had called out your name softly, worry evident in her tone. Tsukishima could tell how bad it must be based on how worried Yachi seemed, rolling his eyes when she reminded him to be gentle. He waved her off, telling her he’d take care of you, and for her to enjoy her time with Yamaguchi. Both of you had the rest of the week off, originally planning on a trip out of town.

He heard the front door close softly as he entered your room. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. You didn’t have any lights on, not even your LED’s or the little night light he had gotten you as a joke that you had used every night. He turned his phone flashlight on dimly to make sure he didn’t trip over anything as he made his way to the other side of the bed. He changed into some of the pajamas he had left before climbing into bed next to you. You startled slightly when you felt the bed shift, you had thought it was Yachi coming to do more laundry. You hesitantly turned to look, inhaling sharply when you saw who it was.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You whispered, voice hoarse from crying for days straight. You watched with furrowed eyebrows as Tsukishima finished climbing into bed next to you, setting his glasses on the side table before pulling you into his arms. You stuttered, moving to pull away but he tightened his grip, keeping you flush against him, tucking your head under his chin, rubbing soothing circles into your back. He stayed silent, and you felt a new wave of tears form against your eyelids, gripping his shirt as you started to cry.

One hand came to run through your hair soothingly as you continued to sob into his chest, wetting a good chunk of the fabric with your tears. As your cries softened into hiccups and sniffles you clutched the fabric tighter, trying to bring yourself impossibly closer to him. He squeezed your hip, the hand that was in your hair coming to the side of your face, pulling you away enough for him to look at you. His thumb ran across your wobbling lip before wiping at a few stray tears, cupping your cheek to keep your gaze on him.

You stayed silently looking at each other for a moment before he craned his neck down, kissing you softly. It tasted salty from your tears, and Tsukishima tried to pour as much love into the kiss as he could. He pulled away slightly after a moment, close enough that your noses were almost touching, breath intermixing. You broke eye contact, looking off to the side as you mumbled an apology. Tsukishima’s nose scrunched slightly in distaste.

“What’re you apologizing for?” You shrugged lightly as he pulled away fully, hand still cupping your cheek. “I don’ know, canceling our trip? Yachi calling you down here? Being a huge mess?” He rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead lightly before rolling onto his back, situating you to lay your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. His voice rumbled in his chest slightly as he spoke. “Don’t apologize for things you can’t control. Yachi called me because she was worried about you, for good reason too. You can’t always be in control of your emotions, we can always reschedule a trip, it’s not important. What’s important is you and your health. Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on instead of Making up some story about the flu in July?”

You curled in slightly, your voice small as you spoke. “I didn’t want to bother you, you have more important things to do than deal with this, with me. I jus’- I didn’t want you to have to see me like this, I was hoping to have it under control before we got an apartment together, but obviously haven’t gotten that far yet. ‘m sorry I lied to you, I wasn’t – I didn’t mean to-,'' Before you could start crying again, he squeezed your hip and you closed your mouth, eyes burning.

“Don’t get all worked up, I’m not mad.” He sighed, staying silent for a beat before continuing, “ I’m sorry you felt like you would bother me with something like this. I love you (Y/N), all of you, which means I want to be here, I knew what I was getting into when we started dating, while I didn’t know it got this bad, I knew you struggled with it. I’m not expecting you to be okay all the time, it’s just not realistic. This is a part of who you are and I plan on being here for all of it, now and in however many years from now. I need to know how to take care of you, how to help you with this, and I can’t do that when I don’t even know it happens. You’re not alone with this, I’m here for you. I hope you’re listening because I’m not saying this again. You’re the most important thing right now, so don’t feel like you’re bothering me by asking for help, that's what relationships are, leaning on each other for support when we need it.” You nodded, clearing a sob from escaping your throat.

“Didn’ know you were such a softie Kei.” He pinched your rear in retaliation and you giggled before sighing, tangling your legs together and wrapping your arm around his waist. “Thank you, I’ll try to be more open about it. I’ll admit this is the worse it’s been in a long time. I think I just need you here right now. Maybe some ramen later, but you and a nap will work for now.” You shifted up slightly so you could kiss him before turning on your other side. He pulled your back into his chest, tangling your legs together again. His arm snaked around your waist before moving up, to trace your arm until he found you hand, entangling your fingers and kissing the crown of your head, sighing into your hair, “So needy,” he mumbled, though you knew his words held no ill meaning behind them. You smiled softly before being lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest against your back. As long as you had each other, everything should be okay.

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Zoom

A/N: Ah another modernAU based on zoom calls, and another AU with a cat named Captain. I can’t help it!! its such a cute name! This fic is based on this post. Enjoy! 

Reader x Levi ft. 104 kiddos, modern AU

The telltale ping confirmed your connection to the meeting room as your screen lit up with faces, each one of your students smiling and waving as you did the same. It was yet another day of teaching, and another day of online classes for your students – but they loved you as much as you loved them.

You were proud to be known as the friendliest and nicest professor in the faculty. Your office wasn’t always open, but that was because you rarely got to go to your office. You were more often found in the classroom, swarmed with students asking you questions, or taking your mentorship group out to lunch. Those were the before times.

Nowadays, you made up for the loss by hosting wellness talks, chatting with your students in an attempt to give them some type of human connection. You liked it, being able to interact with them outside of the course material.

But today’s class was unfortunately, built on course material. As you talked, you kept an eye out for the chat, questions appearing often as you paused to answer them. Mikasa, one of your favourite students would often answer the odd question about where the material you were mentioning could be found in the textbook on your behalf. You would always smile and thank her, watching her smile shyly in response.

Rattling off another answer to a question another student Armin asked, promising to chat with him further after class ended as the question was very complex (as you expected from your brightest pupil), you were about to get back to your prepared materials when a black cat with green eyes jumped into your lap, front paws on your desk as he looked into the green light on your laptop, entranced.

You picked him up, his body going limp as a noodle as he tried to slide his way out of your grasp. Placing him on the floor and sending him off with a pat on the bum, you straightened back up, smiling sheepishly at your class.

“Sorry everyone. Cat bomb!”

The class smiled back, and the rest of the lecture went on without a hitch.

~

Levi scowled as he waited for his laptop to load Zoom, eyes flitting over to the clock that hung in his office. He was running slightly behind schedule. He had been bombarded with questions in his previous class and was dragged off to a faculty meeting shortly after. It was a minute till his class started, and he had loads of material to get to.

The telltale ping confirmed his connection to the meeting room as his screen stayed dim with all the dark circles on his screen. His students were all too scared to come on camera during lectures.  

He had a reputation in the faculty. Funnily enough in some weird cyclical structure of fate, he was the one that admitted students as the Head of Admissions, as well as the one who let you go, being the Vice Dean. He was notoriously tough, not taking half assed excuses as a reason to skip out on homework or exams. But he was also known to be extremely fair. The dropout and fail-out rates were at their all -time low under his tenure. He would personally attend meetings with the committee assembled to assess performance of students who were on the precipice of academic probation and would sit and hold their hand through all the troubles before working through an action plan. For those who have been there, they thanked their lucky stars for Dean Ackerman, and for those who weren’t, they just hoped he would still be there if their grades ever faltered.

Getting through his class material fairly efficiently, only a couple questions coming up, Levi was about to log off after calls for questions were met with silence. He nodded, reminding the class again of the assignment that was due next class before ending the call.

For a second before the screen turned black, his students were treated to the sight of a black cat, with green eyes lazing across the back of the couch in the background.

~

You giggled as you poured your haggard husband another cup of coffee. He was marking piles of assignments and cursing under his breath. Between mumbles of

“I swear I taught this to them!” and cries of “Damn what are you talking about here?!” you watched as his pile of papers dwindled.

With your own cup of coffee, you stepped into the office to start your lecture. As usual, a sea of smiling faces lit up as you entered the room, but this time, many of them were waving at you despite heavy dark circles under their eyes.

You laughed, asking the class, “Assignments got everyone down?” You already knew the answer, but was amused nonetheless.

Groans filled the zoom call as everyone started to complain. The chat dinged with students relaying how busy they were, but the common denominator was Levi.

“Professor Ackerman’s assignment was so difficult!”

“We worked on it super hard, but the word count was the worst!”

“We had another assignment due on the same day!”

A blur of black and green chose this time to hop into your lap again, and your class soon started to coo at the cat instead. You introduced him to all the eager faces before getting class started – a good ten minutes behind schedule.

~

Levi’s next lecture saw him going over the weak and strong points of all the assignments he had finished marking. He had nothing else planned for the lecture after fielding questions from students about how to do better on the next assessment and decided to be merciful and let them go early. As he was reminding the class that guest lecturer would be leading the course next week, asking if anyone had any last questions, he felt a nudge against his leg. Bending down, the man lifted the needy cat onto his lap. There was a moment of silence, and then suddenly a meek voice came onto the call.

“Uh…Dean Ackerman…is that Captain?”

Eyes narrowing, Levi ran his hand down Captain’s silky back, voice full of suspicion, “Yes…Captain is my cat. How do you know him?”

~

The telltale ping confirmed your connection to the meeting room as your screen lit up with faces, but this time, you noticed a number of them had a mischievous grin on their face. You narrowed your own eyes as you spoke into the call.

“Why do you all look like a cat who ate the canary today?”

“We didn’t know you dating Dean Ackerman!” Eren’s voice came from the call, his green eyes bright and desperate. He had complained the most about Levi’s assignment last week.  “We realized when we saw Captain in his classes and yours!”

You just smiled, raising your left hand to the camera as jaws hit the floor.

“I’m not just dating him. We’re married!”