but this touya 🥺 he's sitting at the kitchen table too early in the morning, awake because your ex-boyfriend is coming to pick up your daughter for their father's day out. touya is half-asleep in his cheerios, only grunting out a response when your daughter asks him questions, bright and cheery, laughing too loud when she pokes and prods him and he grabs her hands up in his own and tickles her.
when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.
she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"
(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)
(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")
after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.
it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.
happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.
"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.
but you don't miss his quiet sniff, the way he clears his throat before carefully folding the paper back into place, keeping it held tightly in his fist.
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It's the 13th of Gozran and my Lark's birthday, and what better gift than surprise album cover art??? 🦋💕🤩💕🦋by my dear friend @the-raging-tempest
THANK YOU SO MUCH DOLLY 😭😭😭💕💕💕 I'm overwhelmed. Sia sending you a million birthday hugs
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i just wanna lay on the couch with my feets in a lap and be given the lightest gentlest slow and caring feet tickles 🥺
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i named my kitten after you, the best fanfic writer, "lost". she is black with green eyes.
Dear Anon, I honestly don't know how to respond to this other than with keysmashing and love, so please accept...
❤️💗💕💖 AASDFASDFASDFASDASDFASDF ❤️💗💕💖
As a devoted cat mom (X3) this is just the best thing ever. I am more honoured and delighted than you could possibly imagine. Here are my three sending lots of love love to little lost 😻
Also as an added bonus, here's Erwin Smith with a kitten on his head 💕
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Shadowheart: *setting up boundaries*
Some people: *ignore those boundaries*
Shadowheart: *gets angry about her boundaries not being respected*
Some people: Ugh,why is she like this she's such a bitch 😩
Yeah, exactly. She's like a spicy little feral cat who you need to show that you're worthy of her affection. And then she won't leave you alone.
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