NOT JUST YOU!!!!! I GET ITTTTTT I TRH ND RELATE EVERYTHING TO TOUYA AS WELLLLLLL!!!!! Touyas A California

NOT JUST YOU!!!!! I GET ITTTTTT I TRH ND RELATE EVERYTHING TO TOUYA AS WELLLLLLL!!!!! 😭 touyas a California girl now trust cause he's hot🙏🏼

YESSS 😭 he’s lived a thousand lives through my delusion and my playlists but most def he is a cali girl

writing part 2 to the touya/hawks fic while listening to favourite crime and this might be classified as emotional self harm 💔💔💔 maybe the anons r right maybe im writing too much angst 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏

There’s no such thing as too much angst 😭 but omg that fic was amazing I cannot wait for the next part!!

oh and that gap in my resume is when i was digging my own grave

was having this discussion with my bsf and i want another opinion: SOUR or GUTS?

personalllyyyyyyyy, i like guts more 🤍🫧🫧 but they’re both such good albums. for me its kinda like folklore and evermore where folklore is better album but evermore has better songs (cuz folklore is one story while evermore is a collection of short stories) idk if im making sense anyway 😭😭

NGL you lost me when you said evermore has better songs than folklore 😭😭 definitely guts over sour though!! I feel like guts is more refined and cohesive than sour and I just personally prefer music that leans toward rock!!

touya always has your baby in his arms, or strapped to him in a carrier, or balanced on his hip when baby gets big enough to hold onto papa too. he wears that baby like his favourite accessory. like one of the essential items he can't leave the house without; phone, wallet, keys, baby.

you notice it after a while: if they're both conscious (or at least touya is,) that baby is in his arms. you think it's sweet, how could you not? he can barely stand being away for a couple of hours, even if he knows the baby is in the best possible care—shouto has proven himself to be a surprisingly proficient babysitter, at least under fuyumi and natsuo's tutelage.

and then one night you find touya asleep in the arm chair in baby's room, pulled up alongside the cot that recently had its bars removed, since baby really isn't much of a baby anymore—though that's still hard to believe most days. he's sprawled out sideways in the chair, his wiry arms and legs dangling, and in his sleep, touya's hand is resting overtop of baby's chest as it rises and falls with steady, easy breaths.

and, for the first time, you realize that maybe the reason touya feels so attached to your child—the reason he can't bear to be apart—is because he knows what it's like to be a child that wasn't held when he needed it. to be a child without a pair of open arms to offer comfort, or a hand on his chest to ease his dreams. and though there are many things that touya may never be able to do, and many ways that he'll inevitably stumble as he learns what it takes to be a father, he knows he never wants his child to know what that feels like.