#single dad!hawk

[sensei-venus]

I have been unable to stop thinking about single dad!Hawk with a cute baby boy meeting single mom!Reader who has a cute baby girl for the last day or so I can't even remember.

Like, Idk how or where they meet each other, but I think that they start off as like young single parents who are literally just friends who support each other in that way that only the two of them understand. They have play dates together and let their babies be friends. They go out to eat together or just go on walks pushing the babies in their strollers.

Over time they start falling for each other but since their latest breakups with their babies other parent, they're both scared to commit to anything other than their kids but realize that Mayne if it's with each other, who gets it, who also has a kid, then maybe it can work.

It's just taking over my mind and I'm just obsessed 😭😭

- gemini sensei

@gemini-sensei I kinda have a idea for a small imagine/fic for this.

But I can see them being so chte with each other as they try to figure out what they are.

When they first met it's just a random little meeting. Maybe they are at the park, both of their baby's are able to crawl around, barely even trying to walk yet. Reader is reading a book while her little girl is babbling and moving around. She recently learned ri sit up by herself so when Reader here's her little grunt she just thinks she's trying to get herself up. Suddenly their is rustling from beside her which is definitely not from her little girl. Her eyes widen as she finds a baby not much older then hers now in front of her daughter. It's a little boy from the guess as he has on a little pair of overalls with a little dinosaur om the front and “ Phoenix ” written in cursive underneath it.

He's wobbling around, clearly very very new to walking. He plops down with his hands, sitting next to her daughter. Within seconds they are talking to each other in babble and giggles. Reader looks around for a moment setting her book to the side. Clearly someone was missing their baby.

It was like or was on cue of her thinking this because a second later a loud yell filled the park.

“Phoenix! You can't- crawl off like that buddy! You had me scared!”

A boy her age comes running from a little ways away, a diaper bag on one shoulder and a small blanket under his arm. He huffs a little as he finally joggs his way over and schoops up the boy. He squeals in delight at the boy making her giggle just a little bit, her daughters eyes wonder to where her new friend has gone to. Her head bobs as she tries to stay up right in her new position.

“Hey, at least you found him! Babies can wander off pretty easily even if they are just learning how to walk. My girl is just starting to crawl and she's gotten away from me like two or three times already.” she laughs as she was her daughter gargle.

The guy seems to appreciate her words as he hufffs looking at the boy in his arms. He looks back at her and his face goes a little pink.

“Thanks...It has been pretty rough lately with him hitting all these new milestones. He literally just learned how to start walking this week and he's already managed to get away from me twice. He falls every other step but that doesn't stop him from trying to get away.” he kisses the boy on the head.

“So he's yours? Not your little brother or anything?” she gives him a suspicious look. She had already fallen for the “oh he/she's my kid” spiel a few times now. Sadly there are way to many guys trying to get in a new mom's pants for at least one go before they split town. She got the low down from some of the other teen moms in her local parent group.

He visibly gulps a little as he bounces the baby in his arms a little bit to keep him entertained. He nods saying “Yep 100% mine. We get the whole brother thing a lot...trust me he gets all the good looks from me.” Reader laughs making him grin back.

“Hawk”

“Reader”

[manofbeskar]

a little happiness is officially over

[sensei-venus]

Now you have me thinking about Single Mom!Reader meeting Single Dad!Eli/Hawk🤭

Have some Not-So-Single Dad!Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader

Ever since his son was born, Hawk has never brought him to school. With his past being bullied and how tense the place is, he doesn't want to bring his kid into that environment. There's also the fact that most people at school don't know he has a kid.

However, when his mom gets called in as he's getting ready for school, he has to get little Phoenix ready too. He actually spends more time picking out his son's outfit than he does his own. He almost forgets his own shoes because he's so busy collecting Phoenix's toys and blanket and making sure the diaper bag is packed.

He's walked out the door with his son and gets his strapped into his car. The little baby is so tired because it's so early, so he's almost asleep again. Hawk kisses hisnhead and tells him, "We're gonna be okay."

Though it's more of a comfort for himself.

When he gets to school, he runs into his girlfriend, bogged down with his backpack and the diaper bag and Phoenix. She takes the now awake, bubbly baby from him as they get a few looks from their classmates and she greets him happily. Phoenix is so happy to see her and holds onto her tight, laughing as she talks all cutesy to him.

"Well hello there! Don't you look cool today," she giggles and tickles under his chin. He's such a handsome and cute little baby, she can't help feeling happy when seeing him. "What are you doing here?"

"Mom had to take over something at work," Hawk answers. She looks up, listening intently to him. "I don't trust babysitters other than her and I don't have a daycare plan."

"For a guy who matched his clothes to his hair, you didn't have a backup plan?"

"No, I did not."

Phoenix laughs as if someone said something funny, very loud and happy. It calls more attention to the three and the a few girls awe and giggle over how cute he is. They don't know if they can walk over and ask the couple questions, if that would be rude or not; the group of girls are just freshmen after all. So they end up whispering and giggling, unaware that that's more rude.

Hawk doesn't care though. He's just a tad bit very overprotective, but he doesn't say anything. He just puts his backpack in his locker, grabs the few things he needs, and heats the diaper bag onto his shoulder.

"I have trig first period, do you think he'll manage?" he asks.

Reader looks at Phoenix, who is glued to her hip as she holds the bouncing baby. "I thinknhes gonna pass trig before you do."

"He can't even count yet," Hawk laughs. It makes Phoenix burst into giggles.

"Has he eaten this morning?"

Hawk blinks as he thinks back on the hectic morning, the running around like he's a chicken with his head cut off, and he has no idea what to tell her. He just goes, "Uhhh" and Reader has her answer.

She takes her backpack off, shoves it at him and takes the diaper bag in its place. "Tell ya what, I actually have a free period today because Mrs. Clarke is out with no sub, so I'll take lil guy and feed him and entertain him, and then we can switch off because I have a French test."

"Okay, that can work," Hawk says, just before the bell rings.

It startles Phoenix and he starts to fuss, then bursts into tears. Hawk is immediately at Reader's side, trying to soothe his baby boy with her. She bounces him and he coos softly.

Once Phoenix is a little calmed down, she tell Hawk to shoo and that she's got it under control. Hawk doesn't want to leave them, but he does. And whennhe gets there, he's a little stressed and Demetei sees it immediately. However, he doesn't ask him whats wrong when he watches Hawk take out a pacifier from his pocket instead of a pen.

Meanwhile, Reader is sitting in a study room of the library, singing songs to Phoenix while she waits for his warm bottle to cool off. As soon as he has his bottle in handle, sitting on her lap, she takes a selfie of them together and sends it to Hawk to ease his troubled mind.

As he sees that, he's thankful to have met Reader, and smiles to himself.

[cigamfossertsim]

*walks in on roy in the midst of banging his head against a wall*

connor: im not even gonna ask

mia: allow me. what are you doing, roy?

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Still 

Single Dad Hawks. Sequel to 'Shiny Leaves and Apple Cider' CW//: mentions of death, depression, mental health, and grieving. 

@throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen (you asked me to tag you if I made a sequel. So here it is).

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍂🍁

"Suzi! You almost ready up there?"

"I'm coming!"

Keigo shakes his head, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He's got Suzume's little autumn leaf bouquet in one hand and a picnic basket being weighed down by the enormous jug of apple cider that they've been sipping away at for the past week.

He listens to Suzume's footsteps fly across her bedroom floor, various bangs of falling objects echoing throughout the house. He contemplates going up there to prevent any further destruction, but there's already a familiar ache beginning to settle in around his pelvic area and he doesn't want to aggravate the impending flare up by trying to prevent the inevitable disaster that awaits behind Suzume's bedroom door.

She's fine, he convinces himself, She's usually fine. I can clean it up tomorrow–

Another loud bang echoes down the hallway, followed by a clipped "I got it!" from his daughter. Keigo winces.

Yep. Totally fine.

Suzume finally slides into view, bouncing down the stairs with her little backpack and a wide grin. When she gets down to the ground floor, she lunges at him and hugs his middle.

Keigo chuckles, moving the bouquet into his other hand to run a hand through her hair and cup her cheek.

"Ready?"

She nods happily.

Keigo smiles, holding the bouquet out to her, "Here. You can give these to Daddy when we get there. Hold 'em tight, okay?"

She nods again. She takes the bouquet and follows Keigo out to the car, climbing into the back. Keigo tosses the picnic basket beside her and starts to head for the driver's side when he's stopped by a louder than usual "Takami-san!" coming from the opposite house. 

Keigo turns. He's greeted by Fumikage running toward the car. He tilts his head to one side and raises a curious brow.

"Hey, Fumi-kun. Something wrong?" He asks.

Fumikage stops to catch his breath, ignoring the silly nickname given to him by Suzume, "You're…you're going to visit Touya, correct?"

Keigo's brows arch in surprise, "How did you–?"

"Suzume told me."

"I invited him!" She exclaims from inside the car.

"Of course she did," he murmurs, still smiling. He looks up back at Fumikage, "Look, you don't have to–"

"I want to."

"Do you, or are you just saying that because you're worried about me and you don't wanna leave me alone when I go?"

Fumikage falls silent, avoiding Keigo's eyes. 

Keigo lets out a slow breath through his nose. He reaches out and puts a firm hand on Fumikage's shoulder.

"If you really wanna come, that's fine. But you don't have to keep looking out for me! I'm okay today!"

Fumikage runs an unsure hand up his arm, "There's always a chance that can change.”

Keigo’s smile starts to falter a bit. He can’t say that Fumikage’s wrong in thinking that he could potentially fall apart before the set in a foot in the cemetery – it’s happened so many times before that the chance of it happening again is at least 70% – but, he’s grown now.

He has a kid – well, technically two– who cries when other people cry, and he’ll be damned if he falls into a sobbing puddle in the dirt in front of her. They'd never make it back home if he did. And he’s not that deep in the trenches of his grief. Not anymore.

Of course, he loves and misses Touya. Always has and always will. In truth, some days he can hardly get out of bed because he knows he won’t be there getting up with him, but he’s managed. He’s made it through, and while Touya is gone, he’s never forgotten.

Keigo makes sure of it, in healthier ways than before.

His smile returns to his face, and he nods, “I know. But I promise, if anything does happen or if I get weird, we can leave before it gets even weirder, yeah?”

Fumikage nods hesitantly.

“You can come if you want. I’m not gonna force you to come and babysit or anything.”

Fumikage sighs, “I’m afraid I already ‘pinky promised’ Suzume I would come.”

“Oh yeah. Those’ll getcha. I forgot to stick to Malcolm’s feeding schedule once and I have never heard the end of it since.”

“So, best to assume I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t attend this outing?”

“Well…”

The horn to the car blares in their ears. They turn to see Suzume has crawled her way to the front, slamming her hand on the center of the steering wheel.

“Papa! We’re gonna be laaaate!”

Keigo chuckles, shaking his head, “We’re coming! We’re coming! Sorry about this, bud.”

“I don’t mind, but we should get going before she does it again.”

Keigo hums in agreement. They climb into the car, Suzume climbing back into her spot in the backseat after some back and forth with Keigo, and they head off. Suzume proudly shows off her bouquet to Fumikage who watches from the rear view mirror and talks his ear off about all the things she’s going to tell Touya once they get there.

Keigo’s got a bit to say too – he always does – but he doesn’t often like to share what he tells Touya since they’re not the most joyful of messages. In a selfish way, he’s sort of glad that Fumikage got coaxed into pinking swearing with Suzume. At least then, his presence can preoccupy Suzume while Keigo gets gross and emotional with his dead boyfriend.

They pull up in front of the cemetery gates. Fumikage helps with the basket as Keigo tries to keep Suzume from running off in excitement. They manage to walk in together despite the 7-year-old’s impatience, passing by the lines of headstones until they get to the end of the grassy lot where someone else has already taken residence in front of Touya’s grave.

Keigo’s heart jumps into his throat when the white-haired woman with the blue flowers turns her head at Suzume’s excited gasp.

“Fuyumi-channn!” 

Suzume sprints out of Keigo’s hand and immediately envelopes the eldest Todoroki in a tackle hug. Fuyumi laughs, reciprocating the hug while swinging the little girl around in her arms.

“Hey you! Wow, you’ve gotten so big since the last time I saw you!”

Suzume giggles in response. Fuyumi turns her attention to Keigo and Fumikage, zeroing in on Keigo, who hasn’t moved or said anything since initially being spotted. Her face softens into a smile (she looks so much like her mother. Too much like her mother).

“It’s good to see you again, Kei,” she says much, much too kindly.

Keigo manages a smile of his own, “Good to see you too, Fuyumi-chan.”

“Fuyumi-chan! Look what I made for Daddy!”

Suzume holds up the collection of autumnal leaves and sunflowers to her would-be aunt. 

Fuyumi gasps, “Wow, Suzu-chan! Did you make that?”

Suzume nods proudly, “And I did it all by myself!”

Keigo playfully rolls his eyes at the obvious lie and goes to ruffle the top of the little girl’s head, “Go give those to your dad, huh? I’ll be there in a second.”

Suzume nods, racing ahead to carefully set down the bouquet with Fumikage in tow.

“I didn’t realize you’d come back to town,” Keigo says, tucking his hands in his front pockets.

“I’m moving back, actually! Ms. Shuzenji told me about a teaching opportunity that opened up at Masegaki. Figured it would be a good excuse to come back, you know?”

Keigo nods as he tries to push down the discomfort crawling up his gullet.

“Well, we’re glad to have you back. It’s been lonely without you here. Not as sunny as it used to be.”

Fuyumi nods with a hum. “What about you? How’ve you all been? How have you been?”

“We’ve been okay. I’ve been okay.”

“Have you been feeling better? How’s your–”

“It’s fine,” he replies with a shrug, “I’m…I’m as fine as I can be, is what I mean. Nothing’s been too bad yet, so the stuff Toshinori and Chiyoko gave me seem to be workin’.”

“That’s good! That’s…really good. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

Keigo raises a brow, “That’s not the only thing you meant, was it?”

Fuyumi presses her lips into a thin line, avoiding his eyes. Keigo steps toward her and pulls her into a hug before she can come up with something to deflect.

“I’m okay,” he says, patting her back, “I’m…actually doing better now. I promise.”

Fuyumi sighs, slowly reciprocating. “I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too.”

“I was worried when you stopped calling and stopped texting as much, I–”

“I know. I…I’m sorry. I was going through it for a bit and I sort of dropped off the face of the earth for a bit. You didn’t deserve that. I shoulda said something, I just…I didn’t know how.”

“It’s okay,” she pulls away, holding his hands, “I’m just so glad you’re doing better now.”

Keigo smiles, “Come on. Touya’s waiting.”

She nods. 

They arrive at the foot of the grave. Suzume’s already having a full-blown conversation about the past few months with Touya’s gravestone as if it were her father himself and it makes Keigo’s heart ache. He blinks back the water works before any tears hit his cheeks.

Suzume only stops talking when she realizes that the adults have returned and that they’re standing right behind her. She whips her head to them, then back to Touya.

“Oh! Papa and Fuyumi-chan are back. I’ll let you talk to them ‘cause I don’t wanna make ‘em wait. Papa’s been wanting to see you for foreeeeveeerrr! But we can talk more later!”

Keigo and Fuyumi share a small chuckle. Suzume scoots out of the way to leave room for the two. Keigo steps forward and kneels in front of the gravestone.

Someone’s been before them. There’s a bouquet of bluebells in one of the colorful glass vases right beside Suzume’s bouquet. The picture’s been cleaned, too. Touya’s toothy grin is shinier than the last time he saw it, but then again their last visit was about four months ago. Keigo smiles back at him, running his thumb over the edges of the frame.

“Hey, firefly,” he says softly, “Good to see you again. Sorry it’s been so long. It's been a rough couple a months, but we’re good now. I think Su already told you about that, though.”

“Almost!” Suzume exclaims.

Keigo chuckles, “So she almost did. She’ll probably tell you the rest later though.”

He turns back to Fuyumi, “Your sister’s back. For good, this time. She’s missed you too.”

Fuyumi kneels down next to him, taking her flowers and placing them in one of the vases.

“Hi Touya. I’m back. I got a job at Suzume’s school, so I’ll be around a lot more often. Hope you won’t get too sick of me being here, cause I’m gonna be visiting a lot more often. I might even bring Sho and Natsuo with me one of these days!”

Keigo’s hand tightens around his knee, “We brought you somethin’. It’s your favorite.”

Fumikage hands him the jug of cider and Touya’s old mason jar. He pours until it almost overflows. He holds it out to the grave, chugs half of it, and pours the rest into the earth.

“Bottoms up, babe. Might not be exactly how we make it, but we got a baby to think about, you know? Hope it’s still good though.”

The jar empties pretty quickly and Keigo packs it away along with the food. 

"Su and I made it a while ago. I taught her how. Been trying to teach her a lot of things now, like you would've. Though I don't think she's ready for ATV's just yet."

Keigo's smile starts to waver the longer he stares at the photo. It's the one "nice" they had of him that wasn't him making dumb faces or gestures at the camera. The one nice school photo that Rei bribed him to take in exchange for his truck that's still in their garage.

That photo…No, it's not just the photo – it's all of it. 

It's the fact that there' isn't even a body under the earth they're sitting on. Only a plot and grave because of the fire that reduced his lover to ash alongside the old pool hall, blown away by the wind.

It's the fact that with each passing day, Suzume's getting older, Keigo's being stretched thin to keep up because he hates inconveniencing people, and Touya isn't here to see any of it.

It's the silence he wakes up to, it's the absence of his other half, it's the chilling isolation he feels when Suzume and Fumikage are at school and everyone's at work and he's left in the house, by himself.  (Well, he's not completely alone if you count the bird.)

It’s that he spent most of his life with one, beautiful person only to have him brutally stripped away from him in one night.

He feels Fuyumi’s hand squeeze his shoulder. He takes a breath and looks back at Suzume. 

“Hey, Suzu. You wanna finish talking to your dad?”

“Yeah!”

“Go ahead.”

He scoots back as she shuffles to the grave on her knees and immediately gets to work chirping away. He lays on his side as he watches her talk. And maybe it’s because  he’s already succumbing to his sad thoughts so early in the game, but it’s on day’s like these that she looks so much like him. Where the turquoise in her eyes overtakes the yellow and her smile shapes into his.

That’s how he keeps his smile in his life some days – through her.

Fuyumi and Fumikage keep him distracted. They have lunch and try to talk about happier times. They dance around the recent Todoroki family fights and whether or not Fuyumi’s really here for a job opportunity or to look out for her siblings when it comes to their dad. 

They remind themselves of all the good times they had with Touya – all the rated R movies they snuck into late at night, the high school dances with spiked punch and mosh pits, the illegal parties down at the old mines on Thursday nights. 

School dances, recitals, stolen kisses in between classes, detentions – they talk about it all and for hours, much to Fumikage’s secondhand embarrassment.

They don’t realize how much time has passed until Suzume’s shadow crawls into Keigo’s lap before she does. Her head falls onto his knee, burying her face in his denim.

“Oh, you okay, Su?”

“ ‘M tired,” she mumbles, yawning big.

Keigo turns his head up to the sky, painted orange and pink by the setting sun.

“Oh man. Guess we’ve been out here longer than we thought, huh? We should probably head out now.”

“Yeah, I guess we should…,” Fuyumi agrees with a bit of hesitence, “I’ll help pack up.”

Fuyumi folds up the picnic blanket and packs it away into the basket with Fumikage. Keigo picks up Suzume and carries her close to his chest. He steps over to Touya’s grave and angles her down a little.

“Say bye to your dad, Su.”

“Bye, Daddy,” she sleepily says, waving at him before her head rolls back onto Keigo’s shoulder.

Keigo shifts her to the other arm. He presses two fingers to his lips, then to the edge of Touya’s gravestone.

“See ya next time, babe,” he says softly, “Love you.”

Fuyumi goes to do the same, saying her own little goodbye to him before joining them.

“Okay,” Keigo says, adjusting to the now sleeping Suzume, “We ready?”

“Actually, uh…May I…say something to Touya?” 

Fuyumi and Keigo exchange a wide eye look.

“O-oh, you…you sure?” Keigo asks.

Fumikage nods.

“Okay, uh. Go – Go ahead.”

Fumikage shuffles to Touya’s gravestone and crouches in front of it. Keigo and Fuyumi turn their heads to avoid embarrassing him any further.

“Hello again, Touya-san. I’m…not quite sure how to phrase this. I’ve never really done this before, so forgive me if I misspeak. I…I wanted to tell you that I’m doing my best to look after Suzume and Takami-san. Not that he needs it – or so he says. We’re all doing fine, so I hope that brings you some comfort wherever you might be. And I promise to keep it that way as long as I still stand. I won’t let anything bad come their way. Whether Takami-san likes it or not.”

Keigo chuckles into Suzume’s hair, brushing some of the strands out of her face as his heart starts to swell.

“I won’t take up any more of your time. Just needed you to know that someone is looking out for them. Goodbye.”

He rises from his spot and hurriedly walks over past them to the car. Keigo and Fuyumi follow after him, sharing an almost tearful laugh. They exit the cemetery. Keigo hands off the keys to Fumikage and tells him to open it up while he talks with Fuyumi. Fumikage goes on ahead.

“It was good seeing you, Yumi. Really, you have no idea how glad I am to have you back,” Keigo says.

“Glad to be back, Kei. And hey, if you ever need anything – anything it all – just give me a call, yeah?”

“Yeah–”

“I mean it! Even if it’s stupid, I’ll be there. I am your sister-in-law, aren’t I?”

Keigo smiles warmly. He reaches out a free arm and pulls Fuyumi into the best hug he can manage with the sleeping child in his arms.

“Thank you.”

Fuyumi grabs his jacket tightly, “No problem, Kei.”

They hold one another for a long time, leaving a million things said and unsaid in this moment – probably never to touch on any of it so they can preserve what good they have left.

Suzume starts to stir, squirming around in Keigo’s arms. Keigo smiles down at her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Fuyumi bends a little, “Bye, Suzu-chan. Sleep well!”

“Drive safe.”

“You too!”

They part ways. Keigo watches Fuyumi until she’s safely in her car before he turns around, closing his jacket around Suzume on their walk to the car. He carefully sits her in the backseat, quietly shutting the door and sliding into the front.

“Man, she must’ve really tired herself out talking today, huh,” Keigo whispers to Fumikage.

“She likes to talk,” Fumikage deadpans.

Keigo adjusts the mirror to see Suzume in the back.

“Yeah, she sure does.”

“Hey.”

Keigo turns his head to Fumikage, “Yeah, Fumi-kun?”

“Are you still okay?”

Keigo looks at him. 

He looks at him, then back at Suzume in the rear view, and then at his reflection in the window behind Fumikage. Past that is the cemetery gates.

The place where Touya should have slept.

“Yeah…I’m still okay. I’ll still be okay.”

‘We’re all still here, Touya. All still okay. Hope you are too.’

[wesslesprout]

Thinking of my Hawke and Anders having a kid and realising that since I sacrificed Hawke to the Fade he never gets to watch the kid grow up and I'm emotional about it actually

[kelin-is-writing]

goddammit... i want dabi to be happy so bad... i want him to have the justice and happy ending he deserves...

[emmaspolaroid]

i will explode this man with my mind mark my fucking words

[nervousimposter]

Eddie started finding notes in his locker his sophomore year. The first couple of them, he just tossed without reading. He didn’t need to read what those asshole bullies wanted to say about him. But curiosity won out after two weeks of constant notes and he finally opened one. It was the single most impactful thing he’d ever read. 

I think you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. 

He kept that note. And every other note he got from that point on. If anyone were to ask Eddie what he regretted most in his life, it would be those two weeks of notes he tossed without reading. Ten slips of paper with unknown writing that he wishes he could get back. Add them to his ‘mystery boys notes’ box. And he was a mystery, the note writer. Anonymous. Unknown. Impossible to catch. 

Eddie held out for a month. A whole month before he decided to stage a stake out. He watched his locker like a hawk. In between classes, during classes, lunch, after school and even one absolutely horrible day where he came in an hour before school started. But the mystery boy had to be invisible. He never saw anyone approach his locker but his daily note was always there. And Eddie; poor, unfortunate, infatuated Eddie dealt with mystery boys’ notes from ‘82 to ‘85. Four agonizing years of the most heart-warming, loving notes. 

I wish I was as brave as you.

Did you change your shampoo? Your hair looked so soft today.

God, your eyes have to be the biggest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen. So pretty.

I like how long your hair is getting. 

Saw you walking down the hall today and I’ve never wanted to kiss someone more. 

They started cute. Compliments here and there, even a doodle every once in a while. Hearts and smiley faces. But as the months and years went by, the mystery boy got deeper. Confessions and secrets. 

I think if I had a different dad, we would’ve been best friends.

Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never talked to?

I dream about us. 

I’m a boy. I’m sorry.

I want to hold your hand. Those rings are something else. 

I saw you trying to catch me. Adorable.

I wish I could take you on a date. Not give a shit what my dad would say or what people would think. 

I wish I could be brave enough to talk to you. 

You’re still the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.

I’m graduating this year. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. I think I’m going to try to figure out a way to keep dropping these off next year. I don’t want you to forget about me.

The notes didn’t continue when the school year started. Eddie was embarrassed to admit he cried that first night. He wasn’t sure how the mystery boy was going to be able to get the notes to him but he fully believed it was going to happen. He went five weeks with no daily note in his locker. And then, it showed up on a Monday. He almost missed it, the tiny slip of paper. 

Sorry this took so long. Had to figure out how I was going to sneak these in here. I don’t think I’ll be able to call you pretty every day of the week this time around but I’m going to try my best! 

And mystery boy was right. The notes were always there on Monday. Just Monday. But Eddie didn’t complain. One note a week after five weeks of nothing almost had his heart bursting from his chest. It also narrowed down his search. Sort of. Mystery boy was either coming in on those Mondays to drop off the note, sneaking in on the weekends when the school was empty OR after school on Fridays. And look, he’s failed to graduate high school two times in a row now but he wasn’t stupid. Did it take him three months after the notes to start again for him to realize who it was? Yes but to be fair, for two of those months it was Eddie wallowing in denial. 

Five weeks into school was when he restarted Hellfire. Three weeks before that was when he brought in those new little freshman sheepies. The same freshman sheepies that got picked up by Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who graduated last year. Steve Harrington who he catches staring at him from his beemer in the parking lot every Friday night before he takes the kiddies home. Steve who he categorizes as someone who is so far out of his league that it just couldn’t be him. But it’s been three months and there isn’t any other former Hawkins high student running around in or near the school. And now that Eddie’s almost certain Steve has been mystery boy these past few years, he can’t wait. He’s been in love with a figure made out of slips of paper for four years and his nonexistent patience has truly run thin.  

He calls for a break 15 minutes before they normally end their sessions. Tells the boys he needs to run to the bathroom and almost sprints out the door. His locker sits in the hallway just around the corner of the drama room. The door closing shut echos through the empty hallways, alongside the squeaks coming from his shoes as he hustles towards his locker. He freezes as soon as he turns the corner. 

Steve probably only had 30 seconds after hearing the door open and shut to process what he was going to do. He could’ve run or hid, maybe pretend like he just needed the bathroom while he waited. But Eddie watched him pause as they made eye contact instead. Watched as Steve looked him up and down. Watched him relax and lean back against the lockers behind him with a lazy smirk. His arm slowly moved up and Eddie could see a slip of paper held between his fingers. Steve didn’t break eye contact with him at all as he proceeded to shove the paper between the vents of his locker. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Staring. Broken when Steve pushed himself off the wall and walked towards him. He didn’t stop. Side stepped around Eddie before they could collide. A faint brush of his fingers along the back of his hand as he walked past him. And Eddie just watched him pass. Just like he watched him slip that note in his locker, he watched Steve walk back down the hall and out the front doors.

He waited only five seconds after the doors closed behind Steve before he jogged over to his locker. Grabbed the note and shoved it into his pocket before running back over to the drama room. Told the guys that they stopped at a decent spot and would meet again next Friday. Walked with them to the parking lot to head home. To catch a glimpse of Steve. And there he was, sitting in his beemer, staring again. This time though, Eddie smiled at him. He smiled at him and pulled the note out of his pocket. Opened it right there in the parking lot while he stared back at Steve. It only took him a few seconds to glance down to read. And as soon as he did, he threw his head back and laughed. Cackled really. He looked back at the beemer and saw Steve with the widest grin. Watched him lift his fingers off the steering wheel and wiggle them at him before he started pulling out of the lot. He looked back down at the note in his hand and chuckled again. Who knew Steve Harrington knew DnD well enough to draw a perfect rendition of an eight sided dice?

Wanna go on a d8? - Steve Harrington xxx-xxx-xxxx

[bread-crum206]

A Game of Hearts

Chapter one: Ultimatum

Summary: Y/Ns father is a VIP for the games, he makes a deal with the Frontman that if he marries his only daughter that he will continue to sponsor the games. However, Y/N is not fond of this decision as she loathes the games and in turn, loathes the Frontman as well. Will she grow to love him? Will he let his walls down?

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8

Click, Click, Click the sound of your heels clacking on the floor echoed throughout the hallway. You stood in front of the door to the VIP room, where sick and twisted men drop millions of dollars on a death game. Unfortunately your father is one of them. The room reeked of power and desperation, two forces colliding in ways that felt suffocating. The black walls with gold jungle like accents were a stark contrast to the mahogany table in the center of the room. You sat down in the farthest corner of the polished table, trying to avoid your father’s hawk-like gaze. The air conditioning hummed faintly, serving as the only sound punctuating the heavy silence, but it did little to cool the heat simmering beneath your skin.

Across from you, the man they called the Frontman sat stiffly, his sharp, black mask reflecting the harsh light of the overhead chandelier. He hasn’t moved an inch since you entered the room, and the lack of expression from the cold, unfeeling mask made your stomach churn violently.

“I’ve been more than generous,” your father began heatedly, swirling the amber liquid in his crystal glass. He wasn’t even pretending to be subtle about what he was suggesting. “The games thrive on my contributions, but generosity only goes so far without… stability.” Your father finished with a concerning glint in his eye.

The masked man tilted his head, just slightly. “What kind of stability are you referring to?” His voice was even, almost dismissive, like he already knew where this was going but didn’t care enough to stop it.

You did, though.

“Dad-” you attempted to start your protest, he couldn’t go through with this.

“Quiet,” he snapped demeaningly without even sparing a glance towards you. His attention was fixed on the Frontman, the kind of single-minded determination that always made him dangerous.

The Frontman leaned back in his chair, one hand resting lightly on the table. “Speak plainly.”

Your father smirked, a wolfish grin that made your stomach twist. “Marriage. My daughter will marry you. The deal will be sealed, and my funding continues uninterrupted. You gain the security to maintain the games without… complications.” A crazed look in his eyes matched his maniacal grin.

Your mouth fell open, a sharp, indignant laugh escaping before you could stop it. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Your father shot you a look, the kind that demanded obedience, but you weren’t a child anymore.

“Don’t be dramatic,” he said, as if this was a business deal like any other. “You’ve lived in comfort because of the wealth this partnership provides. It’s time to play your part.” The look on his face was nothing less than a look of hatred. Your eyes bounced between the frontman and your father incredulously.

“Play my part?” you repeated, standing so fast your chair scraped loudly against the marble floor. “You can’t just marry me off like some pawn in your sick games!”

“I can,” he said, his tone sharp and final.

You turned to the Frontman, searching for some sign of humanity beneath the mask. “And you’re okay with this? You’re just going to go along with it?” You were pleading, ready to get on your hands and knees and beg for him to reject this proposal.

The Frontman was silent, his stillness unnerving. Finally, he said, “What happens if I refuse?”

Your father shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. “The funding stops. The games collapse. And we both know what the VIPs will do if that happens.” That caused a slight falter in the frontman’s appearance. His gloved fingers curled against the edge of the table. The air felt heavy, oppressive, as if some invisible battle was taking place between the two men.

Finally, he stood. The chair scraped softly against the floor as he rose to his full height, towering over everyone in the room. “If this is the cost of stability, then so be it.” Your heart dropped to your stomach, any drop of freedom that you had previously had was stripped from you by a few mere words and you had no control over it, you were trapped just as much as the players were.

———————

The wedding took place two days later, in a grand hall that felt more like a theater than anything sacred. Rows of VIPs sat in velvet chairs, sipping champagne and watching the proceedings as if it were just another form of entertainment.

You stood at the end of the aisle in a dress that felt more like a costume, the intricate embroidery and heavy fabric weighing you down. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as the officiant droned on about unity and partnership, words that felt hollow in a place like this. You felt like you were drowning and couldn’t resurface.

The Frontman stood beside you, his mask still firmly in place, his posture rigid. He hadn’t spoken to you since the meeting. He hadn’t looked at you either.

When it came time for the vows, he recited them mechanically, his voice devoid of emotion.

“I do,” he said, the words landing like stones in the pit of your stomach.

You hesitated, your mouth dry as the Sahara when the officiant turned to you. For a brief moment, you considered saying no, throwing the whole charade into chaos. But the weight of your father’s expectations and the suffocating gaze of the VIPs pressed down on you.

“I do,” you said finally, the words tasting bitter on your tongue, laced with venom that would slowly suffocate you.

The crowd erupted into applause as the officiant pronounced you husband and wife. It felt wrong, surreal, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

The quarters you were escorted to after the ceremony were spacious and cold, a reflection of the man who now shared them with you. You wandered through the rooms in silence, your heels clicking against the marble floors.

When you finally stopped in the main sitting area, the Frontman was already there, standing by the window with his back to you.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you said, breaking the silence. Your voice was firm, but it wavered slightly at the edges.

“I know,” he replied without turning around.

You wanted to scream at him, to demand answers, but you were too exhausted. Instead, you turned and walked into the adjoining bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

You didn’t cry. You refused to. Instead, you sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ornate rug beneath your feet and wondering how your life had spiraled so completely out of your control.

Be nice lmao, this is my first time ever writing anything like this.. pls let me know how I did and you would actually like to see other parts. :)

also thank you to @sunny21200 for the idea!!

[sturnsmadl]

dealer!chris headcannons!

dealer!chris who always discounts way too much for you.

"its on me."

"what? this is like 50 bucks worth.."

dealer!chris who makes sex jokes to you all the time.

"what? keep arguing and i'll put that mouth to better use."

"i'll bend you over that table if u don't shutup."

dealer!chris who refuses to give you any hard drugs.

"u got coke?"

"u got a brain? not happening."

dealer!chris who always comes over after deals.

dealer!chris who is possessive but unloyal.

"your mine. don't let anyone think different."

"you fucked another girl last night."

dealer!chris who your arguing with 24/7.

"and you just act like im nothing after your done!"

"when did i say you were nothing to me?!"

"you dont need to fucking say it!"

dealer!chris who expects you to stay single and wait for him.

dealer!chris who is clingy when he's drunk or high.

"hi baby! i missed you!!"

"chris move you stink."

dealer!chris who goes for any guy who tries to get you.

"you tryna hit on my girl?!"

"i-"

"chris leave him alone.."

dealer!chris who hurts anyone who hurts you.

dealer!chris who doesn't let you work.

"and i've got an interview-"

"cancel it."

dealer!chris who comes over late at night to fuck.

"you up?"

"i am now you were hitting my window."

dealer!chris who is always rough.

"take it. good girl. so tight for me."

"chris! too much- too much!"

dealer!chris who never uses protection.

"gonna fill you with my babies huh? go on let go."

dealer!chris who has dissapeared when u wake up the morning after.

dealer!chris who would rather die then bring you to a deal.

"ill drop u home first."

"just take me with u.."

"your funny sweetie."

dealer!chris who doesn't let you go overboard with your orders.

"can i have a few grams of-"

"a gram per day for you unfortunately princess."

"what? since when?"

dealer!chris who watches you like a hawk at party's.

dealer!chris who looks after you while your drunk.

"yep..good girl just- get it out of you.."

dealer!chris who ends up staying loyal just for you.

"what? i blocked them all."

"shutup..ur serious..?"

dealer!chris who finds out your pregnant before you do.

"look at your cute bump."

"what? im not pregnant.."

"morning sickness? cravings? tiredness?"

"oh shit.."

dealer!chris who does all his research for you.

"it says..you've got an hour to live."

"what??"

"im messing with u."

dealer!chris who is trying to get out of dealing for you and the baby.

dealer!chris who doesn't let you do too much.

"nuh uh. pass me that, its heavy."

dealer!chris who refuses to let the doctors stress you out at birth.

dealer!chris who only ever cried infront of you when you gave birth to his baby.

"oh my god..im so proud of you. she's beautiful."

"are you okay..?"

"yeah..the onions from the cafeteria.."

"sure buddy.."

"wow..im a dad.."

dealer!chris who will not let anything happen to his family.

a/n: not sure how i feel abt this but i need to start writing my new series :)

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[sensei-venus]

Thinking about single dad Hawk again having to cancel a date because no one can babysit his son. He calls reader and apologizes but she tells him not to worry about it. Half an hour later, the doorbell rings and he answers it with his son in his arms. Reader is there with take out. His son is so happy to see her and wants to be in her arms so bad, so they switch off. Hawk's happy to see her too, of course, but his son is so loud and excitable thay he just outshines everyone when he squeals and makes grabby hands; he's so cute.

So now they're having a little date with Reader feeding Hawk's son on her lap while Hawk feeding Reader 😂 its cute, to Hawk at least

- gemini sensei

Hawk is so surprised when he finds her outside his place, a big smile on her face and a huge plastic bag full of takeout. His son keeps squirming in his arms trying to make a break for it, even though he can’t even walk on his own yet. He automatically stops when he sees Reader, happy to see his daddy’s girlfriend.

She sets the food down on the counter and grabs the baby out of his arms the minute the boy starts giggling and making grabby hands at her. She can’t help but laugh as the baby is passed to her and grips onto her shirt while giggling up a storm.

Hawk takes the opportunity to go grab some blankets and pillows from his room. He brings them out and tosses them in the living room.

All three of them end up in a giant blanket and pillow-filled nest thing on the floor in front of the couch. It's soft and they all sit and lay together in it. Hawk flips on a old animated movie that seems to entertain the baby. Big round eyes watch the screen. It's only occasionally when he looks away from the screen, looking over to Reader to slowly and safely stuff his mouth with something that both her and Hawk are eating.

Messy little hands cover his mouth as he chews and drools around the new food. But he loves it which makes both Reader and Hawk smile. They all keep watching the movie.

Hawk doesn't even notice as he hand-feeds Reader through the movie. Picking stuff off his takeout container with a fork and nudging it into Reader’s mouth.

They end up curled up for a good portion of the night until the baby starts to fall asleep. They quickly clean him up and change him before putting him in his crib and letting him fall asleep.

Hawk and Reader end up just going back to the pillow and blanket nest and falling asleep together, Reader to lazy to go home that night. They end up curled up under a blanket together, all mashed up against each other.

[manofbeskar]

new mishanks fic!

— estranged childhood best friends mihawk and shanks reunite twenty years later when their kids become best friends at daycare

[sensei-venus]

Yessss, love this. Single Dad!Hawk is so cute- and with Reader being a babysitter? Omg the possibility’s.

Unedited 3am thoughts (@sensei-venus) (chubby!fem!reader)

Ok So you've heard of single-mom!Reader, now get ready for...

Single-dad!Hawk

Just imagine Hawk meeting super cute, bubbly, chubby Reader one day and thinking she's so cool. They hit it off and they're talking, but he doesn't tell her he has a kid because he's scared that will turn her away. He's also not dated anyone since his kid was born and his ex gf left. He's been solely focused on his baby boy and school, hoping to get that good education so he can provide for his kid well.

He kind of lets it slip to his mom that he met a cute girl and she encourages him to ask her out. She's been so much help to him throughout this whole transition into fatherhood and tells him he deserves to date a little bit, find some happiness for himself. Neither of them have any idea what he's about to find with Reader, truly.

So he goes through with it and asks her out, to which she says yes and they go on a few dates. He still doesn't tell her about his son, unsure of how she'll react, and he's enjoying his time with her. He just doesn't want to ruin it, precious boy.

One evening their date gets ruined and they decide to go to his place for a movie. It should be okay. His son is sleeping, his mom stepped out for a girls night after she found out he was coming home, it's okay. Everything should be okay.

It stays okay for an hour, maybe a little longer, before his son is wailing from his bedroom. Hawk and Reader are cuddling before that and he jumps up with a hurried apology, his words rushing together as he bolts upstairs. Reader is sitting there, a little in shock over how fast things changed but remains calm. However, as the crying continues, she can't sit around and do nothing. She wants to help, so she gets up and follows the noise.

When she gets to the baby's room, she peeks her head in and sees Hawk with a baby who just won't calm down. He's red in the face and fat tears are rolling down his rosy cheeks. If there's any question as to who the baby is, it's answered quickly as she hears Hawk say "it's okay, bud, daddy's here. Daddy's got you. You're okay."

He doesn't notice she's there until she's walking into the room and asking him if she can try something. He's desperate for any help he can get but nervously passes his son to her. He watches as Slshe cradles him gently and coos softly, then begins to sing a lullaby.

His son blubber a bit more but then hears her soft voice and calms down. He looks up at her and blinks, watching as she smiles at him through the song. He eventually lays his head on her chest and discovers how soft and warm she is. She's like a big heated pillow and he snuggles up to her, gripping onto her shirt.

She bounces him gently, tubs his back soothingly, and he soon falls asleep by the end of her song. She keeps humming softly as she rocks him, keeping the easy motion going until she's sure he's in deep sleep.

"Wow, you're really good at that," Hawk rasps, trying to keep his voice low. He's staring at her in wonder and amazement, also rather smitten.

She smiles at him. "Babysitter. Not to brag or anything, but I specialize in kids under six."

There's a bit of humor in her tone and he smile says it all; she's not fazed by this at all. And Hawk can be more relieved.

He helps her lay his son back in his crib and gives his head a little kiss before they tiptoe out of the room. He leaves the door cracked and they walk downstairs to get some drinks and snacks for themselves. He doesn't know what to say and she lets him take his time to say anything.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner about my son," he finally says, cheeks warming. He's a little embarrassed because he kept it a secret only to find out she's not at all weirded out by it or scared away. "I just- I didn't know if you'd still like me and this is all still new to me-"

She cuts him off. "It was never your obligation to tell me you have a child, Hawk. I would have been fine regardless of when you were comfortable telling me." She smiles at him assuredly and he didn't know how much he needed that until he got it. "And for the record, I still like you quite a bit."

They laugh.

Hawk feels great. Usually he's this tough guy that doesn't let people bother him, but when it comes to anything related to his son, he's so vulnerable. He thinks it's a bad thing because anyone could use that to hurt him, but no one has so far. And he knows deep down that it's good to have that vulnerability, it's just a matter of letting his walls down. Wellz he lets them down with Reader.

"Plus, now I know how safe I need to be around you," Reader giggles, joking with him. He blushes as she wiggles her eyebrows at him, then pulls on a smirk.

"So you think about sleeping with me?"

"Oh yeah," she admits unabashedly. She licks her lips and snickers. "But now those fantasies are detailed enough to include condoms."

Should I do more of this? I'm kind of in love with it

[w0rmm1lk]

Texting.

Reader: not mentioned.

characters: all characters i write for (besides kota and eri)

type: can be read as both platonic and romantic

sumarry: how i think the mha characters would text.

warnings: possible swearing, denki being denki.

👾Mina Ashido👾

she abuses her emoji privledges. like nobody will ever receive a message from her that doesn't have an emoji. lots of all caps.

👓Tenya Iida👓

oh you were texting him? bitch writes as if he's writing a formal email. your ass is lucky that he doesn't start that shit off with "I hope this message finds you well.". not even kidding will proof read every message he sends at least twice.

♾️Ochaco Uraraka♾️

will end every message that isnt on a serious topic with :D. its so sweet tbh.

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

this man uses so many abbreviations that even if you think you use a lot just know you're learning a new one everyday. not even kidding makes up his own shit. once sent mina "lmkiydthesicci" and nobody could figure out wtf he meant. lowkey flirting with every mssg he sends. every single person in the class, girl or not has received a message from him that just says "hey bbg ;)". he received a very long lecture from iida and a very confused reply from todoroki. todoroki didn't actually know wtf bbg meant. thought he misspelled bbq at first.

🪨Kirishima🪨

unironically sends messages that just say "rawr". uses the :} face a lot bc he thinks it looks like his unbreakable.

🐙Mezou Shoji🐙

i feel like he has such a low screentime that if anyone needs to text him he's only available for like an hour a day. accidentally leaves ppl on read. messages seem very bland usually.

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

another bland person but tbh hes the worst out of them all. like he can look at a whole paragraph asking him if he wants to go to the movies with the rest of the class and all he will reply with is just "ok." uses periods at the end of every message but I swear he's not mad.

💥 Bakugo💥

if he receives any messages past 8pm the "reply" will be you getting left on delivered even if he's still up, or a message just saying "shut the fuck up and go to bed.". also bland but he's more of a "k" bland rather than a "ok." bland.

🥦Izuku Midoryia🥦

he will not even kidding receive a message that just says "hi" and will send a whole paragraph that is basically just a lengthened "hi! how are you?". uses the smiley emoji a lot.

💫Momo Yaoyorozu💫

lots of ! at the end of messages, you can feel the happiness through your phone screen. uses heart emojis at the end of messages and memorizes the meaning of each color so she can use them accordingly.

🖤Shihai Kuroiro🖤

another :} user, sometimes uses :] but mainly :}. only ever texts ppl at hours like 2-4 am. you cant convince me he gets enough sleep.

👔Neito Monoma👔

you think hed text you?/j kinda just an average texter, any message about class 1a will be in all caps.

😈Dabi😈

oh look. another bland ass texter, at least he takes the time to actually type out "okay," only sends emojis if he's talking about how weird the emoji looks.

🔪Himiko Toga🔪

uses :] all the time. not :}, or :). just :]. if anyone texts her, even if its just a simple "hi." and she isn't busy, congrats you've agreed to a 3 hour face time call.

✋Tomura Shigaraki✋

he leaves everyone on read. if you question why he left you on read all you're getting is an "if its so important then talk to me face to face."

🃏Mr. Compress🃏

so you know how earlier i said you were lucky Iida didnt start with "I hope this message finds you well,"? your luck ran out. he writes it like you're a long distant friend who he is sending some fancy ass shit letter to. not even kidding ends each message with "--Compress."

🪽Hawks🪽

types so fast his phone doesnt even register his hands. half his messages be looking like "se tht ouds ood". he doesn't even bother to edit it or correct himself.

👁️Aizawa👁️

he texts like a dad. texting this mf be like:

"ok👍"

"*photo of a weird boat*"

🌙Midnight🌙

miss girl uses so many ;) that its hard to tell if shes suggesting something weird or not. ended every greetings message with that one kissy emoji.

🙂Mirio Togata🙂

uses the 🙂 all the time because he thinks it looks like him. it does.

🌀Nejire Hado🌀

lots of !!! and :D, also uses the :> a lot lol. lots of blue heart emojis aswell.

🦋Tamaki Amajiki🦋

sends articles about different butterflies he likes or thinks the person he sends it to would like along with a message along the lines of "I think this fits you :]". rarely texts first but when he does he clicks send and sitts on the other side of the bed as his phone while staring at it intensely, just waiting for the reply notif. wont actually read the reply for a good minute.

🐈‍⬛Hitoshi Shinsou🐈‍⬛

sends photos of random animals he sees while out and about. usually just cats. (no way this man doesn't feed the strays around ua) another person that only texts at night time.

🛠️Mei Hastume🛠️

uses >:D a lot, shows blueprints of her new babies all the time, ngl they are usually rlly messy. texts are just :

"LOOK AT THIS NEW BABY IN PROGRESS >:D"

"* incomprehensible image of a blueprint *"

⭐Yo Shindo⭐

uses the thumbs up way to much but like in the passive aggresive way yk? but also if you send him a photo of something ur proud of he will reply with a simple "oh that's cool!" but there's so much fucking emotion behind it ur just kinda like ???

🛡Melissa Shield🛡

her messages are so sweet. sunset pictures of the ocean every other day. lots of :).

wrote this is one go and now my hands hate me. i think this was at least 20 characters-? idk I'm struggling to count.

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Last minute WIP Wednesday thing

She's fine, he convinces himself, She's usually fine. I can clean it up tomorrow–

Another loud bang echoes down the hallway, followed by a clipped "I got it!" from his daughter. Keigo winces.

Yep. Totally fine.

Suzume finally slides into view, bouncing down the stairs with her little backpack and a wide grin. When she gets down to the ground floor, she lunges at him and hugs his middle.

Keigo chuckles, moving the bouquet into his other hand to run a hand through her hair and cup her cheek.

"Ready?"

She nods happily.

Keigo smiles, holding the bouquet out to her, "Here. You can give these to Daddy when we get there. Hold 'em tight, okay?"